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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

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That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

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As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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reidsnose · 3 years

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overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom

genre: fluff fluff fluff

a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)

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the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.

it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.

"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.

you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.

"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.

"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.

"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.

"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.

before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.

and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.

you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.

of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.

you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.

spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.

and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.

he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.

"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.

he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.

"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.

"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.

you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.

"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.

he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.

a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.

he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.

unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.

he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.

you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.

"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.

"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.

you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!

"ill help you look" you decided.

"please do," he chuckled.

"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.

"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"

his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.

you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.

you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.

is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.

you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"

with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.

dear y/n,

today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that

dear y/n,

im in love with you. too forward

dear y/n,

you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep

you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.

"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.

"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.

"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"

"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.

"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."

"youre not mad?"

"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"

"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.

"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.

he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."

you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.

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wiferhi · 3 years

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DEC 28 2020

It is now ring official. Christian proposed to me on Christmas morning and I have been in bliss the last few days. I didnt think it would make anything feel different, since weve been engaged and wedding planning for a few months now, but something about having the ring on my finger and seeing it on my hand as I go about my day feels so special. It seems to have started to hit Christian too. He said "The ring is so you. Its beautiful and simple and elegant. I didnt ever think I would say that about a ring, but you make it beautiful. It feels special". (yes he really did say that after saying rings are capitalist bs for the last few years.. which is true, but yenno lol)

I want to go back and write about the whole thing, because I dont think I ever wrote on here his original proposal because I wanted to keep it private until the 'ring proposal'. For me, Ive known I wanted to marry Christian since the first Christmas we spent together in 2017. Thats crazy to me because, I thought I knew then, but I have only become more and more confident in that as time as gone on. We are both continously surprised at how as time goes on, our love continues to grow and get deeper. Christian says there wasnt really a specific time for him when he "knew", he said when he first started dating me he thought I could be it for him, and as time went on, he became more and more confident. We started marriage prep workbooks around February of this year which allowed us to realistically think about our future and what marriage means to us in a way that we hadnt thought of before, ans since then have felt ready to take this next step. Ive been hoping to get married on July 2nd next year for quite a while. It works so well because its our dating anniversary and its a Friday, making it an extra long weekend (assuming most people get Canada off, then they just take off the 2nd from work and we have the whole weekend to party). Sometime in August we were talking about the logistics of getting married on that day, and that if we are serious about doing it then that we need to reserve that date given all the wedding craziness thats bound to happen next year with postponed weddings and regular weddings. Then, on September 3rd, we had that conversation again and decided we need to start telling a few people and planning. We were sitting on a park bench near our house eating takeout at sunset when he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. He wanted to do a proper proposal with a ring at a later date. He originally wanted a big, fun proposal that "embarassed me a little bit", and as Ive written here before, his Hamilton proposal was ruined along with a couple other plans that were all ruined by COVID and restrictions.

I was not expecting him to propose on Christmas morning because "christmas proposals are typical and boring" (his words, not mine, i love christmas and christmas proposals). Of course we spent this Christmas alone in our little house, which has been difficult and lonely for us both. We miss our family, a lot. Ive been holding onto the hope of Christmas to get me through the lonlieness of COVID, but when we went into lockdown I knew I had to stay home. Then I just kind of accepted it and started to like the idea of having a quiet, intimate Christmas with just Christmas. And while it has been lonely and sad to just see family through video, it has been so special to spend with just Christian, especially since he decided to propose on Christmas morning.

The days leading up to Christmas were spent with us "going to Norway", where we drove to a secluded airbnb near the mountains in a snowy little cottage. We had a fire, drank, learned all about Norway and cuddled all night. It was amazing. Then, we came back to our house and made Norweigan food and then on Christmas eve we turned our couch into a bed and I turned on my star ceiling projector so that we could "watch the northern lights" as we fell alseep. I woke up on Christmas morning and Christian made us coffee. My ring box was wrapped beautifully in the bottom of my stocking (he said wrapping it was a specia experience for him too) and I started to get excited. I said "Is this my ring!?" and he said "No, sorry its not". It was actually little diamond earrings, but it was from the same place I knew my ring was from. (I picked my ring out). I was still happy, and assumed that was his way of saying ' i have the ring and the proposal is coming, but here are earrings for now'. Then he said "the ring is in my pocket". He took the ring out of his pocket and proposed to me. I dont think I even said yes, I think I said "mmhmm" lol, I was pretty choked up and emotional. I wish I could remember exactly what he said, but the emotions made things hazy. Something along the lines of being by each others side forever, and being together and making each other happy forever. He *tried* to put the ring on my finger but it was a bit tight LOL. I managed to get it on but then needed butter to take it off. It fits perfectly now! But now I know that fingers are more swollen in the morning 😂. As the day went on, it started to sink in for us both, and in Christians words "oh shit, there is a second honeymoon stage". I just want to kiss him all day!! My fiancè!

No words could express the depth of the love and joy I feel in my heart knowing I will be Christians wife, and he my husband. I love him so much! and I will forever!

#personal #engaged #fiancé #proposal

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years

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the wrong L word (*) vinny mauro x reader

+++++++++ Request from @ohnoooooooooo : "Aright so I was thinking of one where vin comes back home from tour and him and his so are all over each other and she accidentally slips out an I love you in her native language while they're fucking thinking he won't understand but he brings it up afterward and just ahh idk I love the idea sorry if it's very specific."

since this is reader insert I'm just going to put "i/l/y" and you can add what ever "I love you"/endearment statement you wish to use 🤗

(*) - hints at sex but doesnt go all the way, its talked about too

i am so sorry this took so long holy shit. school has kinda been keeping me busy plus my sister has been visiting a lot more so i didnt really have any alone/free time. i do hope you like it though and hopefully too it was worth the wait ^-^

Song: heavenly by pale waves

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"i missed you while you were gone."

i said slowly, curling into his side on the couch, taking his hand in mine as the tv played soft music. he kissed the top of my head.

"Aw, i missed you too baby."

I looked up at him and smiled, switching to lace our fingers together. He looked back down at me for a second before pecking me on the lips quickly. I half frowned.

"You've been gone for two months and that's all I get just a quick kiss?"

He laughed at my pouty attitude and kissed me again, for real this time.

"Is that better?"

He asked, I raised a brow and thought for a second, running my thumb gently over his hand.

"I don't know, I think you can do better than that?"

He sat back and actually looked at me like 'really'?

"Is that so?"

I nodded.

"I believe in you."

I said, winking quickly at him. He smirked at me before slowly moving in, never breaking eye contact. Right before he met my lips I pulled away laughing.

"You goob."

I said pushing him away as he tried again, laughing as well. He took his hand out of mine and wrapped his arms around my torso, bringing me closer to him as he began tickling my sides.

"Vinny!"

I yelled as he assaulted my most ticklish spots.

"Are you gonna let me kiss you?"

He said in a playful voice, mocking me.

"Fine! Yes! I surrender!"

I said through short breaths and laughs. He quit and held me to him, leaning over me as I was almost fully on my back now. He pushed my hair out of my face and readjusted in his spot next to me on the couch. I looked deeply into his eyes as he dipped down and caught my lips in his. I hummed against him as I felt his tongue graze my bottom lip. it was pure bliss until he pulled away which made me sad. i really did miss him and i was reveling in this feeling.

"is that better?"

he asked lowly and i nodded.

"if thats all youre willing to give then yes, absolutely."

he raised a brow.

"oh so theres more?"

he asked, a playful smile appearing on his lips as his hand slid down to my hip. i poked his nose lightly.

"well i was hoping we could maybe have a little extra fun. you have been gone for a while after all and normally we're there by now."

he laughed a little bit.

"youre right, i sleep for two days and then you get me all to yourself but its been longer than two days already and we havent done any of the fun stuff we usually do."

he winked at me as i traced my hands lightly up and down his chest.

"all the fun stuff?"

i asked, making sure i knew what he was talking about, finding amusement in it. he nodded slowly, moving his hand to cup my ass.

"fun stuff like this."

he said lowly, leaning down and kissing my chest gently. i closed my eyes and leaned my head back as he moved slowly up to my neck.

"i think i could get behind that."

i half moaned out as his hand slid up my back, under my shirt. i felt him undo my bra as he began biting at my collar bone.

"you sure?"

he asked half amused as i nodded.

"i/l/y baby, now take my clothes off."

in a second my shirt was off and my bra was falling to the floor.

"gladly m'lady."

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i breathed heavily as vinny snuggled into my chest, our sweaty bodies pressed together into the couch as the tv still played in the background. i was now very content and very sleepy.

"hey babe?"

vinny asked quietly, hugging me tighter to him and kissing my chest gently.

"yeah?"

i said, readjusting onto my back, eyes half closed as i looked to the ceiling.

"what did that phrase mean you said earlier?"

my eyes went wide, i didnt think he had caught it in the heat of the moment, and i was much more awake now.

"what phrase?"

i asked, hoping he wasnt talking about what he thought i was talking about.

"uh, i dont know exactly what it was, but you said it like right before we started. when you asked me to take your clothes off."

he laughed a little bit at the thought.

"like it sounded familiar but you kinda get that traveling all over the world."

i shook my head and ran my fingers gently through his hair.

"well if im being honest i was hoping you didnt catch it. it uh, it means i love you."

i looked down at him and he was smiling widely at me.

"you love me?"

he asked in disbelief. i nodded my head slowly, shrugging my shoulders.

"well yeah."

he leaned up and kissed me softly.

"i love you too."

he said when he pulled away. i smiled back at him.

"you do?"

he nodded quickly.

"of course i do. why would i not? youre amazing. "

i laughed a little bit.

"so are you baby."

he kissed my cheek before resting his head back on my chest and intertwining our fingers.

"im glad you said something, but im not gonna lie, i was gonna take you out this weekend to a nice dinner and finally tell you so thats kinda ruined."

i snorted, making him look up at me again.

"what?"

i sent him a look.

"we can definitely still go out this weekend. before sex isn't exactly romantic."

i laughed.

"we can do something nice and actually say it in like a cute way. like walking down the plaza streets hand in hand under the street lights."

he smiled at me before kissing me gently.

"i couldnt think of any better way to do it."

i sighed as he settled back into his spot against the back of the couch.

"itll be beautiful."

he readjusted his head against my chest.

"almost as beautiful as you."

i smiled to myself as i pet his hair lightly.

"thanks vin."

"goodnight y/n."

he said, yawning. i felt my eyes getting heavier again as he traced his finger over my stomach, mesmerizing me.

"goodnight baby."

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michaelreaderreblog · 4 years

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My truemate pt20

Another part is finally upon us and finally being posted. I hope you all will enjoy. To catch up on the rest of the series, you can click on this link My Truemate

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Word Count: 3,187

Chuck asked Naomi’s father for his blessing to claim her as his mate.

Chuck taught his boys the same when the right mate came along and thankfully Michael remembered that tradition.

He has always wanted to keep that alive and pass it along to his boys when he and his mate had pups together.

It didnt matter if they were Alpha or Beta. He wants to teach his future pups manners, respect and accept people for who they are and not the biology they are.

“I always thought who ever y/n's mate would be would ask Bobby that, since he is basically like a father to us and always have been there for us when we needed him. Bobby has always looked at y/n as his own along with Sam and I. But um since he isnt here yet and I am pretty sure he is going to love you, then yeah you have my blessing to claim my baby sister as your mate” Dean says looking between you and Michael with a fond smile on his face.

“I thought it would be appropriate to ask Dean since he is the older brother and older Alpha. You also have my blessing to claim our baby sister as your mate” Sam adds in while looking to you and finally to Michael.

Everyone in the house begins to tear up at the sudden pre-claiming ceremony thats in front of them.

As everyone went home one by one is when you thought it would be the perfect time to start cleaning up the kitchen and start on the dishes.

Michael sees you in the kitchen and excused himself away from your brothers, his brother and Sarah.

“Need any help with the dishes?” He asks leaning against the counter.

“Yes please. I think it would be faster if someone would help” you answer him with a smile on your face as you continue washing the dishes and placing them into the rinse water.

“About this completing the bond, we can do this another time if you want” Michael says as he puts the dishes away in their rightful places.

“No, Im more then ok with completing it tonight. If you dont mind?” you ask while adding in the pots to the wash

“Yeah we can go home after this and I can give you time to collect a few of your things before we leave from here” Michael agrees as he looks to you.

You like the idea of going home with him, finally.

“Hey Dean, the dishes are done and Im going to pack a few things” you tell Dean as he whips his head to you quickly.

“I cant believe this is it” he says in disbelief

“I know but its time” you look to him with a smile

“You need any help packing?” he asks looking to you and Cas

“No but um will need to later. I mean I cant exactly pack my whole office by myself” you chuckle while Cas does the same.

“Oh no you dont need to pack your office yet, I mean you still can work out of here with Cas and have a family business here at home. This will always be your home” he says with a nervous smile on his face.

Dean couldnt believe he is letting his baby sister go live with her mate or he couldnt believe you actually found a true mate.

“I was hoping you would say that, thanks big brother. Im gonna go pack. Castiel come help me?” you ask looking to him.

“Of course I will” he gets up from the couch as he follows you up the stairs.

“So you think tonight is going to be the night in completing the bond?” Castiel asks while getting clothes out from the closet and folding them neatly into your bag.

“Yes. Dont you find it odd that you are asking if Im going to be having sex with your brother?” you ask getting a slight chuckle from Castiel.

“A little bit but I'll be doing the same with your brother” he says a little too smugly while you chuckle as you throw one of your shirts at him.

When your clothes are packed up, Castiel helps you with your bag down the stairs and you take one look around your room one last time before going to Michaels house and basically moving in with him now.

“Come here” Dean says while pulling you into a hug

“I love you so much. I dont even want to let you go. At some point I need to let you go and be with your mate” Dean says as he has you in his arms.

“Or you and Michael can move in. I am completely fine with that” Dean adds while placing a kiss at the top of your head

You chuckled at Dean

Dean tried to get the both of you to move in but he knew its for the best to have your own space.

“Dean” Castiel says looking to his mate

“What? Its a simple suggestion” Dean says while looking to you and shaking his head no.

“I love you Dean” you say as a chuckle slips from your mouth once more.

“We will have our family weekends here. Holidays we can stay here as well, its not like Im going to keep her away from you or the house” Michael says with a smile on his face

“Yes, good idea. Since this house is practically our family house” Sam agrees looking between his mate and family

They all nod in agreement.

You accept his hug no problem. You pull away from him slowly and go towards Sam. He swallows you into his arms as well. You felt a tear fall on your face and saw that Sam is teaing up. You look to Sarah and she is also tearing up as well. Castiel releases a soft sob.

“I cant believe this day came so early and I feel I cant let you go” Sam says as he has tears in his eyes.

“I understand, its always been the three of us. Or two of us” you say while looking to Dean with tears in your eyes

Castiel and Sarah look on while they both have tears.

Dean on the other hand is trying to keep it together but cant hold the tears back anymore as they stream down his face.

As you pull away from your brother and look to the both of them is when your vision blurs.

All thanks to tears.

You look around the house once more.

You are about to give the house key to Dean but he refuses and lets you keep the key for safe keeping.

You walk out with Michael as he carries your bag.

“No turning back now” you mutter to yourself as you get in the passenger side and Michael finally gets in the truck and drives home.

Once you get to the house and seeing it from the outside is beginning to feel intimidating but once you got inside the feeling is gone.

You can smell nothing but Michael all throughout the house as he opened the door and gave you the tour of the house.

Once he showed you the master bedroom is when you were in awe struck.

The master bedroom is decorated with browns and golds that basically went with the scents from you and Michael.

“Castiel helped me with the colours, bedding and so on. I hope its alright” Michael says looking around the room.

You look to him as tears begin to form, you didnt think it would have been this perfect or would have been this beautiful for the first time you would be spending together.

“Its gorgeous” you tell him as you wrap your arms around his neck.

You lock lips with him as he leads the both of you to the bed, he takes off his shirt as he begins to take yours off as well and begins to kiss your neck.

You smile as he kisses your neck while he licks the area he has desired to place his claiming bite.

He hovers above you as you lay on the bed.

As he worships your body making his way to your breasts and cups them with one hand.

He has your nipple in between his fingers and his mouth is sucking them gently as he slightly bites them.

He kisses his way down and stops at the top of your jeans. He unbuttons them and pulls them down

He pulls your underwear down and once they are off is when the sweet scents of caramels and bananas smack him right in the face.

He parts your legs is when his nose is burst with sweet scents and couldnt wait to devour his tongue to your core.

As you are looking down at Michael is when you bit your lower lip and noticed Michael’s eyes are dialated with pure lust as he smells your scent.

He kisses the inner part of your thighs and that just drives you nuts.

He notices how you are getting impatient but he takes his time in worshipping your body. He has waited so long for this moment and now he has you. He is going to take his time.

Finally he licks at your folds, he loves the way you moan at the feeling.

The more he licks and sucks on your bean the more you begin to grind on his face for more friction. His tongue just felt amazing against you and you couldnt get enough.

You were getting close amd he knew you were getting close.

“Not so fast” he says with a wicked smile on his face

“Claim me please” you are pleading now and need him more then ever.

He does as he is told, as he makes love to you slowly and tenderly is when you finally came.

He loved the way you moaned out his name in pure bliss, he loved how you came all around his cock. He loved everything about you.

Right before his knot begins to swell up deep inside you is when he stops and begins to sink his teeth into your neck and proceeds to thrust deep inside you.

Finally his knot begins to swell and the both of you come at the same time.

You begin to notice a difference right away, Michael feels a difference between the both of you and feels tingles all over your bodies.

You feel a warm sensation throughout your body and feel like you have found the missing piece you never thought you could ever find.

“Can you feel that?” Michael asks once he calms his panting.

“Yeah I do, its like I feel complete” you tell him with a smile on your face.

The both of you lay on your sides because his knot is swelled up inside of you and would be like that for an hour.

“My mate. My beautiful Omega mate” Michael says possessively as he spoons you.

He leaves a trail of love bites from the claiming bite and down your shoulder. He admires his work as he kisses them.

“My Alpha. My Mate” you say with a smile on your face as you feel his happiness.

Both of you slept in each others arms throughout the night, didnt stir from bad dreams and slept in sated comfort as mates.

The next day you and Michael woke up pretty late in the day is when the phone woke the both of you.

Michael reached over you to answer the phone while you snuggled closer to his chest. He smiles at the sudden closeness and presses the button to answer the call.

“Hello?” he answers while his voice is still groggy.

“Hey its Dean, are you just waking up?” he asks in disbelief

“Yeah, I am anyways. Cant say for your sister though or I should say my mate” he says with a smile he cant wipe off from his face.

“Thats great man. Congratulations” Dean says with happiness.

“How is Castiel?” Michael asks

“He is doing good, he is cooking lunch right now actually and I am on my out to the airport to pick up Bobby. I was wondering if you two will stop by in a little bit?” he asks

“Yes of course. I know y/n will love to see her uncle and I definitely would love to meet him. We will be by in a little bit, we just need to get ready and we will see you later” Michael says as he pulls himself away from you.

“Yeah I am definitely going to need a shower” you mumble as you grimace from the sudden stickiness.

While you take the much needed shower and begin to lather the shampoo to your hair is when you couldnt wipe off the smile from your face.

You touch the spot where he placed the claiming bite on your neck and felt complete happiness at the touch.

You stepped out of the bathroom to get ready for the day.

You take a look in the mirror and see the love bites Michael as left. You smile at them. You pull yourself away from the thoughts of last night and begin to get ready.

Michael comes into the room with two cups of coffee in hand, he stops at the entry way to get a good look at you getting dressed. He is feeling happy at the sight in front of him.

“You know, I havent had a hickey since highschool” you say while smiling to your mate.

“I got carried away but I dont regret them” he smiles as he replies back to you.

“I can feel that you know” you tell him as you pull over your shirt

“Yeah I know and its a good feeling” Michael says as he hands you the cup of coffee.

He gives you a quick kiss to the lips as he hands you the coffee mug.

“Oh that reminds me. Dean called, he said he will be picking up Bobby from the airport. He would like us to be at the house when he gets there. Also Castiel is cooking. Im going to shower quickly and we can make our way there” Michael says as he takes off his shirt and throws it in the laundry hamper.

“Oh so thats who it was that called” you reply while moving towards the bed

“Sure was. There is more coffee in the kitchen” Michael says as he steps into the shower

You smiled the whole time he undressed and walks into the bathroom to start the shower.

His well toned body, muscles from arms, to back, to abs, Well chisled in the right places.

You were excited for Bobby's visit and at the same time you were pretty worried how he is going to react to the whole Dick thing.

You get a better look around the house, you look at all the family pictures he has around the house. In a few of them are someone who is tall, blonde and has blue eyes.

“That must be Lucifer” you mutter to yourself as you look at other pictures.

Once you get down the stairs is when you placed your cup in the sink and sat at the table to wait for Michael to come down and head over to the house.

You couldnt wait to introduce Bobby to Michael but you were also nervous because its Bobby. You wanted to make sure who ever you would be introducing him to would be the type of person Bobby would approve of.

While you waited, you played with your hair and your fingers brushed against your claiming bit and once more brought to complete happiness. The thoughts of last night roamed in your head.

“Are you all set to go?” Michael asks once he is in the kitchen.

Which you didnt hear him walking down the stairs at all

“Sorry, yes I am ready to go” you finally reply while snapping yourself back to reality.

You and Michael walk to the closet as he takes both of your jackets and helps you with yours. You place on your boots as he does the same.

“The blonde man in the pictures, is that Lucifer?” you ask walking out of the house

Michael leads you to the truck and opens the door for you.

“Yes, thats my brother Lucifer” he replies keeping his eyes on the road

“Did Castiel tell you how he died?” he asks looking to you.

“Yeah, he told me and Im sorry for the loss” you tell him while placing your hand over his leg.

“Thank you” he replies while taking your hand into his and kisses it.

Once he drives away from the house is when the ride goes completely silent. Until he has turned on the radio for the music to flow through the truck.

“Do we need to pick up anything for them? Coffee? And so forth” you ask while breaking the beautiful silence between you two.

“We should pick up coffee from the diner before we head to the house” he replies while he makes a turn into the diners parking lot

You and Michael walk into the diner and are greeted with such happiness from everyone at the diner.

Dorothy gives Michael three thermoses full of coffee and Benny gets a batch of bagels and muffins from the back to give you.

“Y/n I will be by with Andrea later. We would like to meet your uncle Bobby” Benny says as he leads the both of you to front entrance.

“That sounds nice. I will let my brothers know that the both of you will be coming by the house later” you tell him as you walk out the door

“If I havent said it yet, congratulations on the bond. Its a beautiful thing knowing two individuals are rightfully fit for each other” Benny adds with a smile on his face, he hugs Michael and pulls away from him and hugs you also.

“I hate to ask but when is your next heat?” Michael asks as he drives out of the parking lot and drives in the direction of the family home.

May as well call it the family home now since that is where Dean is living with Castiel and he is the head Alpha.

“In a couple of weeks actually. You want to get started on extending the family?” you ask with a wide smile spread across your face

“Yes, if thats ok with you. I want to make sure that you are comfortable with everything” he replies as he turns into the drive way.

“Yes, yes, yes. I would love to get started on having pups” you reply with a smile on your face and it has never left your face from the night before.

You see Deans car in the driveway knowing that uncle Bobby is in the house. Michael follows behind you as you open the door and walk into the house.

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just-a-simple-innocent-man · 5 years

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Obedience (part one)

Avery sighed standing in his bedroom looking in the mirror he could catch a glimse of you asleep in his bed with a peaceful look of pure bliss on your sleeping face, a small smile spread across his face as he remembered last night and how your face lit up when you saw he was home since he hasnt had much time to spend with you lately. Avery looked down and grabbed his cufflinks giving another sigh not wanting to leave you like this knowing that you wouldnt mind but still he wanted to stay and spend the day with you and only you, avery fixed his tie reminiscing on the day you two met he smiled remembering how the suns rays seemed to shine so brightly just for you and how on your first date the moonlight against your skin stunned him. Everything about you enchanted him and bewitched him cursing his mind and stealing his heart never failing to leave him breathless in shock and awe but work was work and it had to be done, he tensed up looking at you hearing you stir in your sleep but seeing you still fast asleep made him relax a little and continue to get ready for work so he wouldnt be late. When avery was finished he turned around leaning against the vanity just watching as you slept peacefully admiring your bare body that was only covered by a blanket and your wild hair that was a clear indication of the events last night, he walked towards the bed gently stroking your cheek brushing your hair out of your face before he softly kissed your cheek and silently left the room.

Once outside avery was met with a familiar face, walker stood tall and proud holding two coffees one for him and one for avery "good morning walker" avery said as he took one of the cups; this wasn't out of the ordinary after all walker was a sort of night owl but when avery thought about it he had never seen or heard of walker sleeping ever. And as walker opened the car door for him he got in then took a sip of his coffee "another long day sir" walker asked once he was in the drivers seat which made avery smile, he and walker had been friends for years and had been work partners for way longer which is how walker knew that something was bugging avery though he didnt think it was his place to comment on such things.

Averys work day was like any other work day full of papers, numbers, finances, marketing, and all that boring business but really all avery could think of was you; his mind was clouded with thoughts of you and all your loveliness he bit his lip smirking thinking of your smile, your kind eyes, and your soft skin against his which made him groan. The thought of your hands on his body pulling him closer made his heart race with anticipation and groan upset that he couldnt get you off his mind "mister manning, im sure that one work day will not make a difference, as you have previously stated the company can run itself," said walker, the bodyguard offered some wisdom to the tortured CEO "and if it cannot ill be here to make sure it does, now go to her im sure she would love your company at home today sir" avery scoffed and smirked over walkers words. he looked at his friend then at his stack of papers with an array of different text seeming to be in a foreign language and a smile spread across his face as he sprang up from his desk chair and grabbed his coat and keys, the CEO turned with a smirk looking at walker "good luck old friend, as for me i dont need luck for my lover is waiting for me" walker smiled at him and with that avery quickly ran from his office to the elevator with one thing on his mind and that was you.

The frantic man sped home hoping you were still there and that you hadn't left to shop or wonder around as you usually do over the weekends, avery had a goofy happy smile on his face as his dodge challenger speeding through traffic ignoring the speed limit, running red lights, and swerving around corners whatever it took to get to you as fast as possible.

Once home he put his car in park got out and threw the keys into the hands of his Gardener "make sure she gets in the garage" he yelled back as he ran to the front door, as he got to the door he stopped and composed himself; giving a sigh he slicked back his hair fixed his sleeves and straightened his tie. He turned pressing the doorbell gently listening to it ring with a proud smile looking at his reflection in the window noticing his hands looked empty so he picked a rose from the small bouquet near the door and waited, but when you didnt answer his smile faded and he looked confused wondering where you had gone "scusami, dov'è la padrona di casa?" He asked the lawn worker in Italian where she went "Non so che non l'abbia detto, signore" he Replied that he didn't know which concerned avery. You always Told the workers where you were going even if it was just for an hour and knowing that averys once happy expression turned to a scowl, his grip on the rose stem tightened causing the thorns to pierce his skin making him bleed and the lawn worker backed away "prenditi il giorno libero e dì lo stesso agli altri lavoratori, desidero stare da solo" he answered saying to send the workers home and take the day off through gritted teeth walking into the house after opening the door. Once inside avery called walker knowing he would be busy but work was nothing compare to his worry for her "walker shes gone i need you to find where she went to and do it now" he loosened his tie and paced the floor "yes sir right away" replied walker before they both hung up, he only had one rule for her and he has been strict with that one rule since the beginning of their relationship; always tell someone where your going or let someone know where you are cause if she went missing or worse got caught and taken by his father all hell would break loose for him. but avery tried to not worry and stay positive about it for your sake because he hated being mad or too strict with you for little things but this was a big scary real thing for avery especially since his father knew about you and could easily find you, it wouldn't surprise him if one day you came home crying saying that demons or harpy's attacked you nor would it shock him if his father attempted to use you as leverage to get him to do his bidding but even then he couldn't say yes so all he could do was protect to as best as he could. Although you weren't making it very easy with your attitude and your sass when he would try to establish rules and regulate your whereabouts for your safety even if he knew you could protect yourself he still wanted to know you were safe, Avery couldn't bare the thought of loosing you to his sick twisted father just the simple thought of his clawed hands on you made his blood boil with rage but when he heard the front door he relaxed a bit "Avery, I'm home!" Your voice called out to him.

He quietly listened as you searched around the house for him finally seeming to react once you found him In your bedroom sitting by the window with the lights off only able to see his silhouette as you reach for the switch he spoke "Don't" his stern voice made you stop and jump back immediately, he didn't scream or yell at you he never did and never would but something in his voice sounded different as he spoke to you "come" he commanded you and at first you were reluctant to obey but his low guttural growl made you force yourself to walk into the dark room towards him. As you got closer you could see his face a little clearer and he didn't look happy or even emotionless as he usually did all you could see on his face now was anger and disappointment "Avery I know you-" before you could finish explaining he interrupted "kneel" he said demanding your obedience, you sighed once again complying with his demands only to feel his clawed hands gently stoke your cheek before grabbing your face roughly as his red golden orbs glowed in the darkness both locked dead set on yours causing you to tremble and pout afraid of what he was going to do with you. His grip loosened as he saw the fear in your eyes "this will be the last time you disobey me" he spoke through gritted teeth as his hand traveled down your neck he grabbed it not squeezing just holding it in his hand the devil seeming to marvel at your softness before he took the cloth of your shirt between his fingers "off, all of it", you stood to your feet slowly once on your feet you started to strip off your clothes "not those" he stated as you reached to take off your lace panties and with that you stood awaiting your next command "what are you going to do to me?" You asked him your voice quiet and meek "let's just say," he gave you a fanged smirk "you have a hell of a night ahead of you".

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naughtyneganjdm · 5 years

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The Savior - Chapter 19

Summary: The reader learns more about Negan's past while they try to enjoy their small vacation together.

Characters: Negan & reader

Warnings: Swearing and the after effects of parental abuse.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11995341/chapters/40932143

Absolute bliss filled Y/N’s body as she kept her eyes closed and listened to the sounds of the waves splashing around her. It wasn’t often that she got to relax like this, but this specific moment in time felt amazing. The sun was beating down on her skin, the sound of the water was amazing and the warmth of Negan beside her made this a moment to remember. If someone would have told her months ago that she would be ditching school to spend a weekend with Negan somewhere she would have never believed them. School was so important to her, but this was nice. This was beyond nice.

Opening her eyes, she looked to her side to see Negan stretched out on the huge flat rock that they had swam to in the middle of the water. It wasn’t too far away from the shore, but it was far enough out to give them space alone. Negan had his sunglasses on and his arms were folded behind his head as he lay out in the sun.

Part of her was still confused as to why Negan decided to bring her to this place. It was nice to get to learn more about Negan’s past, but it still made her question things. It was sad, but it actually made her uncomfortable that Negan had all of this money. She was just trying to do her best to think past it and enjoy her time with Negan. Instead of thinking of it as his place, she was just attempting to think of this as a small vacation with Negan and that was all.

Gulping down, she shifted on the hard surface of the rock and turned on her side to face Negan. Reaching out, she traced her fingertips over Negan’s abdomen, watching it rise and fall with his breathing. Teasing her fingers through the thick hair over his body, she smiled and moved in to press a soft kiss over Negan’s chest. His heavy breaths told her that he was still somewhat asleep when she lowered her hand down his abdomen and slid her fingertips underneath his black swimsuit.

“Would you stop it,” Negan grumbled with a huff when her hand connected with his body and he reached down to collect her wrist before pulling her hand out from beneath the material. “You are like a fucking sex ninja. Dial back the horny…geez.”

“Oh please,” she giggled watching Negan push his sunglasses up to look over at her. “I learned from the best.”

“Well the best got drunk off his ass last night and he’s suffering from dehydration. My testicles need some time to replenish what I’m missing,” Negan bluntly responded making a laugh fall from her lips as he reached down to touch himself through his swimsuit. “Trust me, I like doing it with you, but I’m not kidding. The alcohol gave me a hangover and a half. I need time to restore everything.”

Negan gave her a silly wink before pushing his sunglasses back down over his face. He leaned up and over enough to press a quick kiss over her lips before lying back down.

“Do you realize how uncomfortable fucking would be on this thing?” Negan grumbled, getting comfortable again. “One of us would end up with bruises.”

“Who said it would have led to fucking?” she retorted and Negan’s eyebrow arched up over his sunglasses. “I’m just saying, maybe I would have just given you a hand job.”

“Oh no, you are too greedy for that,” Negan nonchalantly responded making her reach out to poke him in the ribs making a goofy laugh fall from his lips. “I’m just saying, everything leads to sex. It always does. I just want to sit out here and enjoy my time with you. I know the water is romantic and we’re on the beach so ultimately you want to have sex and we’ll do it before we leave, but right now just is not the time.”

“You are so romantic, you know that?” she rolled her eyes and got comfortable again beside him. Negan’s fingertips stretched out in search of hers so he could hold her hand and squeeze her fingers in his.

“It’s a talent,” Negan teased listening to the sound of the waves, allowing them to comfort him into relaxing, something that he hadn’t done in quite some time. “Just think, right now at this time you would be in school just waiting for the time to run out so we could go back to my house and just sit around for a while.”

“I like what we do when we are home. I mean, the beach here is amazing, but…” she sighed, reaching out to caress her hand in over the planes of his abdomen. She drew small shapes over his skin before frowning. “I like our normal life.”

“As opposed to?” Negan breathed out, confused where she was headed with things.

“Maybe I’m just not used to this whole thing yet. A big house right off the beach in a rich city…” she rambled on and Negan’s dimples sunk in the longer he listened to her ramble on.

“There are places around here that I know you will love,” Negan insisted, laying back again on the rock before some of the water splashed up on the rock onto them. Negan heard her gasp and let out a small laugh. “That does happen in the ocean here sweetheart.”

“Oh ha ha,” she playfully hit him in the center of his stomach and a deep laugh fell from his lips.

“How about I take you into town? It’s a nice little town and there is some really cool stuff down by the piers. What do you say?” Negan sat up on the rock and she followed his movements. “There are some areas I used to love down there that I think you would like.”

“Won’t people notice you? Are you sure you are okay with walking around with me?” she confirmed and he shrugged his shoulders. He pushed his fingertips into his wet hair to slick it back before smiling.

“It’s been a long time. I highly doubt these people are going to remember me anyway,” Negan moved out to grab a firm hold of her to pull her close. Tipping in closer to her, he nudged her jaw playfully with his thumb before cupping her face in his rough hands. “Plus I really love you and don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I love hearing you say that,” she hummed in approval as he kissed her a few more times before jumping into the water. “Are we going to head back there now?”

“It’s going to get dark soon. You’ll want to get some food in you and then we will walk around,” Negan answered after motioning her to follow him into the water. “So let’s go get showered and then see what we can get into.”

“This is a cute town,” Y/N muttered, following Negan out of the small diner that they had just eaten at. Negan had said that he thought no one would remember him, but so far he had run into several people that knew he was. No one questioned what he was doing with her, but it still felt odd being in a place where people clearly knew Negan and grew up with him. “You really liked it as a kid, huh?”

“I did,” Negan reached out to grab a tight hold of her hand and hooked his fingertips with hers. She was uncomfortable and gulped down, looking at their hands. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re okay with doing this out and about around here?” she confirmed and Negan smirked before nodding. “I mean, they know you Negan. Are you comfortable with them knowing that you are dating someone…younger?”

“Is it any of their business?” Negan’s eyebrow perked up and she let out a long sigh. “I’m fine. That’s all that matters. These people don’t know me. They know the me from when I was here. We live hours away from here. We’re okay.”

“If you…are comfortable with it,” she nodded, allowing him to hold onto her hand as they walked down Main Street. The city had bright lights filtering the street from the small shops and diners that were up and down the main road. “Thank you for dinner.”

“Absolutely,” Negan winked, bringing her hand up to his lips to deposit a small kiss over the back of her hand. Negan stopped in front of the stores to look at the display that was set up in the window and she stepped forward to look at a necklace that caught her eye. “You like that?”

“It’s beautiful,” she answered, looking to Negan with her big eyes before looking back to the piece of jewelry. Negan watched her with a smile and he urged her toward the shop after watching her eye it over. “What?”

“Let’s take a look,” he suggested and she let out a hesitant laugh. “Come on.”

“Negan no, I just…” she rejected, but felt Negan tugging her into the store and he pulled her closer to the necklace. Negan nodded toward it and he watched her lean in to look it over. “It is beautiful Negan, but…”

The price tag caught her eye and she let out an uncomfortable sound, “Not that beautiful…”

“Do you want it?” Negan offered and she shook her head quickly, trying to pull away from Negan. “It’s okay; if you want…I can get it for you. No biggie.”

“Oh it’s a biggie,” she tried to pull her fingers from his hand and he hushed her.

“Excuse me, can we see this please?” Negan pointed down at the necklace and he watched the person at the cash register motion him to wait a moment. Y/N uncomfortably pulled away from him and he laughed. “What’s wrong?”

“You can’t afford that,” she reminded him and Negan smirked, his bright smile expanding over his features.

“You know just as much as I do that that’s not true,” Negan pointed out and she felt her heart sinking at the fact that he was willing to spend his father’s money on her.

“But you aren’t the kind of person that uses that part of your money, remember?” she insisted with an uncomfortable breath as Negan gave her a confused look. “Teacher Negan could not afford that.”

Y/N pulled her hand away from Negan and quickly moved for the door, “I’m sorry Negan, I just…I can’t have you keep doing this.”

Moving out of the shop, she saw Negan still standing there somewhat confused. The person working in the store clearly came over to talk to Negan, but she didn’t feel comfortable with Negan buying her things. When she saw the shop keeper put the necklace back in the display at the front of the store she felt a sense of relief.

“What are you doing?” Negan walked out of the small shop and closed the door behind him. “If I want to buy you something…”

“I don’t want you to buy things for me. I just…I love you,” she insisted with a shake of her head, stepping forward to cup his face in her hands lovingly. “I don’t want you to think I’m with you for your money. I want you to know that I fell for…”

“The poor me?” Negan filled in her words and he saw her give a small head tilt. A laugh fell from his lips as he shook his head. “I know that. A while ago I stressed to you that I would never be anything more than what I was and you insisted that you still loved me for me. I know you are true to me. I don’t think you are with me for my family’s money. I didn’t bring you here to give you a panic attack. I brought you here so you could relax.”

“But you would probably never have to work again if you didn’t want to Negan. That’s how fucking rich you are,” you reminded him with a tense sound and Negan nodded slowly. “You are proud of who you are and what you have accomplished on your own. I don’t want me to be the reason you start dipping into your father’s money.”

“You are stressing way too fucking much,” Negan insisted with a snort. The sounds of laughing filled the air and she looked beyond Negan to see that between the shops she could see the ocean beyond the shops. There was a pier where they were clearly having some kind of event going on. “You want to go see?”

Nodding, she was eager to get away from this conversation and what was going on. The whole money situation just made her very uncomfortable and she didn’t want Negan to eventually get upset with her and assume that she just wanted his money.

Y/N followed Negan out onto a beach and toward a festival they were clearly having. They walked out onto the pier and there were multiple people that came up to Negan to hug and talk to him. She felt out of place. It was hard not to really, but when Negan was done he would eagerly turn back to her and tell her stories about the past. About the people that he had run into and things he had done as a kid. She loved hearing about his past, but there was something that was uncomfortable about all of this.

“I have to run to the restroom, do you think you could give me a minute and just…wait right here,” Negan urged her and she nodded. Taking a seat by the edge of the pier, she waited for Negan hearing the singing and dancing that was happening just beyond where she was sitting. Turning to look over her shoulder at the couples dancing together, she smiled brightly. The environment was beautiful and she could definitely see how everyone was happy here. She would be too if she grew up in a place like this. It was honestly beautiful and it seemed like the people were just…happy. It was rare compared to what she was used to.

“Where did your father go?” a voice pressed in behind Y/N making her shift uncomfortably on the bench she was sitting on. Y/N looked up to see a brunette standing before her. Clearing her throat uneasily, Y/N watched the brunette slide in beside her and Y/N felt uneasy. “My name is Emma. You’re not from around here are you?”

“He’s not…my father,” Y/N answered staring down at the hand that Emma had offered her. Emma’s dark brown eyes were watching her carefully and Y/N gulped down heavily. She accepted the hand shake and nodded. “Yeah, I’m definitely not from here.”

“I could tell,” Emma responded with a heavy sigh, looking around the area. “So if he’s not your father, then who is he?”

“Well…” Y/N began trying to think of a way to explain Negan to a total stranger. “He’s…”

“Oh fuck off Emma, you know she’s not my kid,” Negan’s voice filtered through the air, making Y/N sit up straighter on the bench and Negan squeezed between the space that was between the two. Negan sat down on the bench and wrapped his arm around Y/N. “Emma knows me. She knows I don’t have a kid, she’s just fucking with you to try and make you feel uncomfortable.”

“If you did end up having your kid though…it would probably be older than her wouldn’t it?” Emma recalled and Y/N felt every muscle in Negan’s body locking up. The fact that the woman knew about the child that Negan had lost as a teen told her that Negan and Emma had to be close. “It’s been a while Negan. Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

“Didn’t you introduce yourself already Emma?” Negan blurted out and he leaned in to nestle his nose against the side of Y/N’s neck. A whisper fell from his lips as she closed her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“And she is?” Emma egged Negan on and Negan laughed.

“None of your business,” Negan winked, looking over at Y/N for a moment. “Would you excuse us for a second? How about you go and get us a few churros over there? I’m kind of in the mood for something sweet.”

“Sure,” Y/N nodded with an unsure expression, but Negan pulled his wallet out of his pocket and handed some money to her before waiting until she was far enough away from him and Emma.

“Sending her to the longest line here Negan, that was smart…” Emma retorted with a half laugh. “So that’s the new flame of the week, huh? Little young for you, isn’t she?”

“Fuck off Emma,” Negan snarled, looking to her with a shake of his head. “She’s of age and I love her. We’ve been together for a few months and she means everything to me. So I don’t need a snake like you trying to filter into her brain with your stupid psychobabble bullshit that you do.”

“You love her? Wow,” Emma chuckled; looking to Y/N as she stood in the fairly large line that Negan had sent her off to. “That’s new for you isn’t it? I thought Lucille was the only woman that you ever loved.”

“Yeah, well…times change,” Negan shrugged his shoulders, leaning forward on the bench. “I thought if I came here I could avoid people like you.”

“People that know the real you?” Emma snapped back making Negan take in a sharp breath. “What does a girl like that want with you? Your daddy’s money?”

“Up until this weekend she knew nothing about my parent’s wealth,” Negan insisted with a firm nod. “We’re good together. She loves me and I love her. We’re very much alike and that’s that.”

“So she’s a good fuck, huh?” Emma egged on further and Negan rolled his eyes. “Sex is a big thing for you Negan, she has to be pretty important to get you to want to be with her and be official, right?”

“I don’t know what you are trying to pull here Emma, but you did this shit with Lucille too and it worked on her,” Negan thought back to his younger years and he shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t want to be in a relationship with you. You think after all of these years you would just…get over it.”

“You think that’s what this is?” she questioned with a growl and Negan nodded, his thick eyebrows arching up as he nodded. “People don’t know the real you Negan. You like to pretend that you are this nice guy, but you can only put a mask for so long.”

Negan nodded and looked toward Y/N who seemed nervous and looked back at him. Negan waved his fingers and shot her a small smile. Y/N smiled back and stepped further up in the line.

“So tell me Negan…are you still really bad at sex?” Emma dug deeper at trying to annoy Negan. A laugh fell from Negan’s lips as he looked to her with a shake of his head.

“You know I’m not bad at sex,” Negan retorted with a snort. “The last time we fucked you had no problems with what I did.”

“Yeah, but the first time…” she began and Negan held his hands up in the air to silence her.

“You were the first girl I slept with Emma. Of course I was awful,” Negan laughed uneasily before shrugging his shoulders. “What the hell is the point of this? Why do you always want to pop in and try to fuck with my head and the head of people I love? I don’t even live here anymore. I’m here for the weekend. I don’t want to be with you, I don’t want to rekindle what has happened in the past…I’m here with the girl I love and that’s that. We’re just here to enjoy our time.”

“You do realize…you are just going to do what you always do, right?” Emma leaned forward in her seat. “You are your father’s son Negan. You know that.”

“I’m not my father,” Negan snapped, looking to Emma with a shake of his head.

“Really? Your father cheated on your mother. Your father was very abusive both mentally and physically,” Emma dug further into Negan watching his fists curl up in the center of his lap. “How were you with Lucille again?”

“I never physically abused Lucille and you know that,” Negan growled, his thick eyebrows adding emphasis to the anger that was pressing in over Negan’s face. “You’re just a bitch.”

“So tell me Negan, are you still all about you when it comes to sex?” Emma stood up and followed Negan toward the edge of the pier. “Just fuck until you cum? Does your new girl give the oral most of the time? You were always very selfish when it came to that kind of stuff.”

“I’m far from selfish,” Negan answered with a shake of his head. His face was on fire and he knew that Emma was trying to work him up, but he couldn’t help getting irritated. “In fact I make her cum all the time. The first few months we were together, I was always the one that was giving and not receiving. You remember how good I was the last time Emma and I think that’s why you are such a nasty bitch.”

“Can you blame me Negan?” she inquired and Negan shrugged his shoulders. “It sounds like you have everything figured out with this one, huh?”

“Yeah, I do…” Negan nodded, looking to see that Y/N was up at the counter to order what he had asked of her. “And what kills you is the fact that she’s the one I’m making squirt at night, not you.”

“Oh, right. You make her squirt,” Emma chuckled and Negan nodded with a proud smile. “Sure. I’d love to see that.”

“I’m sure you would, but I do,” Negan licked his lips and looked to Y/N with a proud smirk. “We’re very good together. Physically…and mentally. So if you will please piss off, I’m trying to give her a good weekend and I really would rather not see your face for the rest of this week.”

Negan moved around the brunette before him and headed off in the direction of Y/N to wrap his arm around her shoulders when she handed him over the churro that he had asked of her.

“I think we should go for a walk on the beach…” Negan urged Y/N before Negan headed off in the opposite direction of where Emma was. A moment later Emma cut them off and Negan let out a frustrated sound.

“Listen, we got off on the wrong foot. I just hope you have a good weekend,” Emma held her hands up in the air as if to say goodbye. “Keep an eye on this one. A lot like his father he is…”

“Negan,” Y/N stopped Negan from getting agitated and she pulled him away from the pier and urged him to follow her to the beachside. Negan’s face was red and she could tell by the way his nose was scrunched up and the lines that were over his forehead that he was angry. “Ex-girlfriend, huh?”

“I don’t even think that’s what I would call her,” Negan huffed and he felt Y/N reaching out to grab a tight hold of his jawline to urge him to look at her. “I’m really sorry. I should have thought about the past and how it could…”

“I don’t care about your past. You are honest with me about everything and I’m not worried about the past. I love you…all of you,” she hushed him seeing the lines his forehead relaxing as she stroked his rough cheek. “But let me tell you something…you are nothing like your father. You are a wonderful, sweet caring man. She doesn’t know you at all.”

“She probably knows me quite well…” Negan tried to state with a heavy sigh and Y/N shook her head slowly. “I wasn’t a good guy.”

“That was the past,” she insisted, tipping up on her toes to press a loving kiss over his lips and he felt her fingertips brushing throughout his hair. “We’re living in the present and that’s all that matters. Who you were then isn’t who you are now. You’re not your father. You never were and you never will be.”

Negan nodded, lowering his head enough to rest his forehead against hers while she held him in her arms. Negan took the time to just enjoy being held by her. Their relationship was so different in comparison to all his previous ones and he was surprised with how much he loved being around her.

“You should probably eat those churros you made me stand in line forever to get,” Y/N reminded him of the treat that was still in his hand. “I know it was just to get me away for a minute, but you better eat those after all the time I spent in line for that shit.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan snorted urging her to follow him to the edge of the beach by the water to sit down with him. Negan got settled in behind her, pulling her to sit between his legs while they sat on the beach together. His left arm hooked around her waist loosely while she rest back against his chest and he handed her one of the sweet treats. “You know I love you, right?”

“I don’t know, I’m kind of only getting used to you just saying this now,” she stated with a smirk and looked over her shoulder to see Negan taking a big bite of his food. “But I like hearing it.”

“And I like saying it,” Negan insisted with a mouthful seeing her smirk. “I feel like I should explain Emma.”

“Only if you want to,” Y/N shrugged. “It’s really none of my business unless you want it to be.”

“You’re really just going to be like that?” Negan retorted with a sense of confusion. A lot of women would want every single detail, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. “She was the first girl I ever slept with.”

“Oh, okay…” she shrugged and took a small bite of her churro. “That was a really long time ago I imagine.”

“Ouch?” Negan chuckled seeing her cheeks blush over with embarrassment. “I was never really interested in her. I loved Lucille and…”

“She’s one of the ones you cheated with?” Y/N confirmed and Negan nodded when she spoke up. “I kind of assumed that. When you are the mistress and the guy still loves the woman he’s cheating on, it probably makes you an angry bitch.”

“I’ve only loved two people and I think that killed her on the inside. It’s probably partially my fault that she’s a bitch,” Negan shook his head, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. “When I was with Lucille she got into her head and…”

“Tried doing to me today what she did to Lucille back then?” Y/N finished again and Negan nodded. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to listen to people try to tell me about the man I know. I’m just going to listen to him myself. He’s honest with me and I know that.”

“I love you,” Negan was amazed with the way she was reacting toward everything as he tipped down to nestle his nose against the side of her neck. “You really are amazing. I hope you know that.”

“I can’t believe we’ve been here all weekend and we haven’t had sex here once,” Negan slurred against the side of Y/N’s neck as they stood on the beach together after going swimming in the water. She laughed as his stubble teased over the side of her neck. Negan wrapped his arms around her waist and felt her leaning back into his wet chest.

“There is still time,” she responded with a laugh when she felt him pressing playful kisses over the side of her neck. “To be fair, you’ve kept us so busy going around town that I’m pretty exhausted by the time that we get back to the house.”

“I just want you to have a good weekend. One that makes you happy,” Negan stated with a sigh, squeezing his arms around her tighter. Y/N reached down to grab her phone from the towel and pulled up the camera. When she went to take a photo of the water, Negan reached for her phone and grabbed a hold of the phone. He turned it on the selfie section and kissed over her temple taking a photo of the two of them. “We need more photos together.”

“Are you sure about that?” she confirmed and Negan nodded. “I thought you want us to be careful.”

“Are you thinking of sharing these?” Negan questioned and she shook her head slowly. “Then we are fine.”

Negan pressed in closer to her and kissed her while he snapped another selfie of the two of them together. Her cheeks blushed over when he looked at the photos and his nose wrinkled when he looked them over, “you’re going to have to send these two to me though.”

“Deal,” she winked, releasing him long enough to look to her phone again.

“You want to go four wheeling again? That was pretty fun, right?” Negan thought about the things they had done the previous day. When he looked over his shoulder to see her looking panicked, he stepped in closer and rubbed his towel through his hair. “What’s wrong?”

“My father sent me a text message. Apparently he knows that I’m not at my friend’s house that I told my mother about,” she informed him with a nervous breath and Negan’s eyebrow arched up in interest. “He wants me to call him and tell him where I really am.”

“Fuck that,” Negan reached for her phone and looked through the text messages seeing the several messages that her father had sent clearly getting angrier each time he had texted her. “They never care where you are on most nights, so what does it matter this time?”

“I should write him back Negan. Come up with a good excuse as to where I really am,” she gulped and Negan shook his head turning her cell phone off after sending himself the photos of them together. “He’s pissed. Something is wrong.”

“You’re on vacation with me. You don’t have to worry about that right now, okay?” Negan insisted, stepping forward to urge her chin up toward him. “I want to take you somewhere. Erase this from your mind and I promise everything will be all right.”

“This was my favorite place to come and relax as a kid,” Negan pulled on Y/N’s hand, tugging her up toward the lighthouse that was right off the beach. She looked up at the lighthouse and saw him smiling brightly as he looked up at it. “My favorite thing was to come here as a kid at night and think things out. Think about my future and all that fucking shit.”

“Yeah?” she arched her brow in response, taking a moment to look around the area. From what she knew of Negan it didn’t really seem like a place he would have loved as a kid, but it sure was beautiful. The lighthouse looked like something you would have seen from a movie, it was that gorgeous. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is,” Negan agreed and looked over his shoulder to wink at her. Negan motioned her to wait as he set up a blanket in the sand. The sun was setting and he urged her to lay down with him. “Later I can try to sneak us in so you can see the inside…”

“And get you in trouble? I don’t think so. The people here would love the story about how Negan got caught breaking into the lighthouse with his new, young girlfriend,” she snickered seeing him roll his eyes before leaning forward to press a soft kiss over her jawline. His kisses led toward her neck and she tilted her head up allowing him space to do as he pleased. “I take it you were quite the rebel growing up?”

“I’m still quite the rebel,” Negan insisted with a shrug of his shoulders, pulling away to look her over with his wicked glance. “I thought you would know that by now.”

Negan reached for his phone and took a photo of them with the lighthouse in the background of the photo. Negan leaned in to kiss her over and over again before she pulled away from him with a deep breath.

“Negan,” she looked to see that he was recording a video and he shrugged his shoulders. “Are you trying to be playing dangerously right now or…?”

“I just want something for the spank bank eventually when I’m alone,” Negan teased with a wink making her cough upon his admission. Her cheeks blushed over and Negan loved that he could make her turn red just with his words. She was so innocent and he loved every bit of it. Negan playfully teased his tongue over the front of her lips while he was still recording the video and he watched her shudder before he pressed stop. “You’re still tense, aren’t you?”

“I’m scared about my father,” she answered truthfully and felt him reach out to nudge her jaw with his rough fingertips. He carefully brushed her hair over her shoulder before moving in to kiss over the side of her neck again. “He knows I lied…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Negan insisted with a slur while he kissed over her neck and bit at her skin.

Her eyes closed feeling Negan’s tongue tracing lines over her flesh and she inhaled sharply. She wanted to just forget it, but she didn’t think she could. The consequences of this weekend truly had her in fear of what he father might do. “If they were looking for me that means that it was something serious.”

“It’s fine,” Negan hushed her, trying to get her to relax as he sat up straighter and held his finger up. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?” she retorted with a confused look. Negan snapped his fingers almost in an order and she felt him nudging her into a position that he clearly wanted. A moment later there was a cool sensation pressing in over her neck as she heard the clip of something closing. “Negan?”

“You can open your eyes,” Negan responded, pressing soft kisses over her neck again. When she saw that it was the necklace from the night before he heard her gasp. “I know you didn’t want me to get it for you, but I just…had to. It looks beautiful on you and I knew you really thought it was beautiful.”

“When did you…?” she looked down at the necklace seeing the way it glimmered as the sunset shined from it. “Negan, I can’t accept this.”

“I can’t return it,” Negan shrugged his shoulders with a wicked smirk. “It’s yours now.”

“Negan…” he watched her frown and she reached down to trace her fingertips over the white gold chain that led to the charm at the bottom. Her fingertips grazed over the diamond and she felt her heart pounding inside of her chest. “You shouldn’t have done this.”

“I wanted to pamper my girl,” Negan responded with a shake of his head. “That’s why I left the other day. I ran back to quickly go get it. I know you are paranoid about me spending money on you, but I love you. You liked the necklace; I bought it for you to show you how much I love you. It will be our special thing.”

Negan reached out with his rough fingertips to grasp a hold of the diamond to look it over. A smirk pressed in over his lips and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I just want you happy,” Negan whispered, moving forward to press another kiss over her lips and he felt her arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold onto him tightly.

“You…make me happy,” she whispered in his ear, pressing a quick kiss over his flesh before pulling away to look down at the necklace again. Her eyes were tearing over and he reached out to brush at her cheek lovingly. “I don’t want you to think this is the kind of person I am.”

“I think you are a wonderful person,” Negan shook his head and frowned when a single tear slid down her face. “That’s why I fell in love with you Y/N. Shit…I’ve fallen hard.”

“You’re making me swoon here Negan,” she informed him with a half laugh, reaching up to brush her fingertips throughout his thick hair. “You are amazing.”

“I was thinking…” Negan began with a long sigh, reaching up to grab a hold of her fingertips in his. He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss over the back of her hand. “I know you are worried about your father. You are a lot. Why don’t you just move in with me?”

“I couldn’t do that Negan,” she shook her head firmly, a small laugh falling from her throat. “How are we going to hide that from people?”

“Very carefully,” Negan shrugged, attempting to think of something to say to make her feel comfortable with the suggestion. “I don’t care. I want to be with you. I want to keep you safe. I just want to make you happy.”

“I know and I love you,” she hushed him with a shake of her head. “I just can’t have you getting in trouble because of me.”

“Then let me buy you a place until you get a job. An apartment or something…” Negan reasoned with Y/N and she reached out to cup his rough face in her hands. His eyes seemed confused and upset as she shook her head. “Please. I want to keep you safe.”

“After you told me about the money Negan, I’m not going to accept these things. I want to be with you. I do, but I’m not a gold digger,” she insisted firmly. Moving in, she kissed Negan in a loving manner. “The necklace is enough to make me uncomfortable.”

“But it shows you are mine,” Negan reached down to trace his fingertips over the white gold necklace.

“I was yours long before this was on my neck,” she reminded him and a smirk pressed in over his features. Her fingertips brushed into his short beard and she leaned in to rest her forehead against his. “I didn’t need a necklace or something fancy to tell me that.”

“I want to protect you,” Negan sighed heavily, his warm breath pressing in against her face. “You are so scared and I don’t want something bad to happen to you. We can take measures to keep both of us safe. No one would know you are living with me.”

“If it ever gets to the point I think it has to be that way…then we can talk about it,” she suggested and Negan frowned, sighing heavily as he stared out at her with his sincere hazel eyes. She moved in to kiss him over and over again as he clutched tightly to her. “I love you Negan. More than you will ever know.”

“I love you too,” Negan stated against her skin, nipping softly at her bottom lip as they kissed. “So much.”

Negan stretched out on his leather couch at home as he scrolled through the photos he had taken over the weekend with Y/N on their trip. They had finished their trip and driven back on Sunday. They had gotten so many great photos while they were there and shared so many wonderful experiences. Their whole time away they had spent time doing things together and not once did they end up sleeping together. That wasn’t how most of his relationships had gone in the past and it was nice to have something different for once. Being able to share memorable moments together was something that he actually enjoyed and looking at the photos he’d taken of them together actually made him feel a sense of happiness.

The sound of his doorbell ringing was heard and Negan closed up his phone. Looking to the time, he could see that it was late at night. It had been a few hours since Y/N had headed home. When she had left, she was worried about her parents, but knew that she had to return to find out what was wrong. Moving to the door, Negan first noticed the bags at his feet in front of him and lifted his head to let out a gasp when he saw Y/N standing before him.

“Jesus Christ,” Negan blurt out reaching out to grasp at her face and he heard her wince upon contact. Negan pushed the hood that was covering her head down and took a look at her face. It was clear that she had been crying. There were small wounds over her eyebrow, under her eye and bottom lip. Her face was bright red and he could feel her shaking before him. “What the fuck happened?”

“Just…let me in?” she begged and Negan nodded, grabbing her bags to allow her into the house. Negan urged her toward the couch and he saw her shaking when she took a seat on it. She was still crying and Negan could feel his own body trembling with the sight of her. “I’m so sorry…”

“What happened?” Negan demanded to know hearing the shaking in her voice. She was trembling against his touch as he tried caressing over her face. “Baby?”

“I went home and my father cornered me. While we were gone they had apparently had gotten a call from my doctor who wanted to make sure I wasn’t having any bad side effects from my birth control pills,” she informed Negan and felt his body tensing up. Negan’s eyes grew wide as she nodded and nervously licked her lips. “Which apparently made them go upstairs to look through my things and he found some of the condoms that I had. They called my friend’s house that I was supposed to be at and found out that I wasn’t there and he’s been fuming all weekend.”

“That fucker did this to you?” Negan snarled seeing her nod slowly and he reached out to brush some of the blood that was dripping down her face away. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

She motioned Negan to wait and he saw her moving for the sweatshirt. She shook as she carefully pulled the material from her body and Negan could see that she was reaching for the back of her shirt. His heart pounded inside of his chest watching her pull up the back of her shirt to show that she had belt marks all up and down her back.

“He called me a whore and locked me in my room,” she told him about what happened and he could hear her start to cry harder. “That’s not the worst thing…”

“It gets worse?” Negan felt every muscle in his body locking up and he watched her reach inside the pocket of the hoodie to pull out the necklace he had gotten her. It was clear that the clasp was broken and he reached out to grasp her hands in his.

“He ripped this from my neck. Apparently he knows that it came from the person I was sleeping with,” she trembled before him and he could hear her sobbing by this point. “I’m so sorry Negan. I didn’t mean for this.”

“We can get the necklace fixed sweetheart, it’s okay…” Negan hushed her, holding her in his arms as he heard her sobbing. Negan pushed the necklace he had bought her into the pocket in his pajamas before continuing to comfort her.

“I snuck out the window… I can’t go back….” She insisted with a whimper and Negan slid his hand in over the back of her neck. Pulling her close in a supportive manner, Negan let out a stressed sound. Negan tried comforting her to the best of his ability. He hushed softly when he heard her continue to cry and stroked her hair in soothing way. More than anything he wanted to go and attack her father for hurting her. It broke him to see Y/N hurt and he absolutely hated it. “I’m so sorry Negan.”

“It’s okay,” Negan promised with a hush, pressing a tender kiss against her temple. “You never have to go back there again, I promise.”

Y/N trembled in his arms and he felt her cuddling her head into his chest as she cried. Negan felt the adrenaline rising inside of his chest. The way his heart was hammering caused Negan to inhale sharply. There was a strong sense of rage filling his veins and Negan knew that he couldn’t take it anymore.

“You stay here…I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch,” Negan pulled away from Y/N, giving her a quick look before heading toward the front of the house. Searching through one of the closets, Negan found his baseball bat and grabbed a tight hold of it. Negan went to go for the front door until he felt her grasp desperately at his shoulder. “It’s fine…”

“It’s not,” she shook her head repetitively. “I left after they locked me in my room. I grabbed as much as I could and took off crawling out the window and climbing down. I don’t even know if he knows I’m gone yet. I can’t have you go there and get in trouble. You are all I have. If you get in trouble for hurting him…”

“He can’t do this. This is wrong. You should never hit a woman like this and you should never, ever treat your child like this,” Negan grunted with an angered sound. His body was shaking and he knew that he wanted to tear her father limb from limb. “He’s a piece of shit and this is what he deserves.”

“It is, but I love you. I love you and I can’t have anything happen to you,” she pleaded desperately and he felt her grabbing a tight hold of his wrist to stop him from leaving. Negan frowned and sighed before setting the bat down. “If I lost you, I don’t know what I would do.”

“You’re not going to lose me, but he needs to be taught a lesson,” Negan insisted with a hiss and she nodded. Negan stepped forward to cup her face in his large hands and moved forward to kiss her. “We need to call someone. Tell them what he did because this is wrong.”

“No, we can’t,” she denied the offer and Negan was confused because this abuse was completely wrong. “If we go to someone and tell them what happened they are going to question why I came to you. Why it was you that I picked to go to after he beat the hell out of me. I don’t want you in trouble. I can’t have you losing your job because of me.”

“Something has to be done,” Negan demanded and he could feel her shaking in his arms. “Something…”

“Please Negan. I’m never going back there…I just…have to figure out what to do,” she stuttered, thinking of something to say. “I can’t tell people about this. I don’t want to be seen as broken. I don’t want people to know about…us. I can’t…”

“Relax,” Negan interrupted her with the shake of his head. “I love you, okay? So I’m going to do what you want of me. But fuck…if I see your father again, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I wanna fucking kill him.”

“I don’t even know what I would do if I saw him again,” she agreed and Negan reached out to grab a tight hold of her hand. He led her toward the kitchen and picked her up to place her on the island in the middle of his kitchen. Her soft cries filled the air and he wanted to kill her father for what he had done, but he was trying to do what she begged of him as he gathered some ice in a cloth and moved over toward her. He motioned her to hold it to her by her eye where the most swelling was. Quickly moving to the bathroom, he grabbed things to clean her wounds and moved swiftly to get back to her in the kitchen. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t go back there.”

“You’re going to live here,” Negan hushed her, his eyes staring into hers with a serious expression while he started to clean the gash on her lip. “I’ve been trying to get you to move in with me for a while now. You think I’m going to change my mind when you need me the most?”

“What about school?” she stammered and he shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t do this to you.”

“We’ll figure it all out,” Negan silenced her with the shake of his head. “Trust me. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. You are not going back to that house. You are going to stay here where I can protect you. Nothing like this is ever going to happen to you again, I swear.”

Negan heard her start to cry again and he reached out to pull her in closer to him so he could comfort her. He held her close in his arms trying to do his best to comfort her, but there was still part of him that felt responsible for this. He told her to avoid her father while they were on the trip and the only reason that she had condoms in the first place was because of him.

“I’m sorry I let this happen. I told you I would protect you and I couldn’t,” Negan grumbled with a heavy sigh, his lips pressing a lingering kiss against her temple. “This is all my fault.”

“No, no it’s not,” she denied his words and turned to touch the side of his face with her palm. “Imagine everything I would have gone through if you weren’t in my life.”

“But this…this is my fault,” Negan looked her over and he felt his body trembling with anger while he stared out at her. “I’m so fucking sorry and I promise I will never let this happen to you again sweetheart.”

“You have no control over my father,” she insisted seeing the sadness that was filtering over Negan’s face and she slowly lowered from the counter of the island to step forward. Her arms wrapped around him and he embraced her lovingly. “You are the best thing in my life Negan and I would be absolutely lost without you.”

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anonil88 · 5 years

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Bailentine's Day. Part 1

So this is a random thought after i read some things from jisawriter and one other writer on ao3. I couldn't write anymore wayhaught and It is hella rough as its 4am but a cleaner one will be uploaded on AO3 under nataco. Song is Drake- After Dark and PND- make me.

"Love you down, baby, from the underground, baby

This a uptown, this that west side, best side

This that, fuck the rest side"

The bass was thumping heavy and low from the speaker system in Anissa's bedroom. Party's voice crooned out the lyrics of want me and Anissa Pierce was laying on her bed staring at the ceiling. Tonight wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't big on commercial holidays but it wasn't unlike her to have a date. To have someone in her bed that she cared or didn't care for. She sighed and picked her scrolled through her Facebook feed. There were memes, articles about greenlight babies, and protest event notifications. It usually helped distract her thoughts from whatever was on her mind, but the words "I'm still going going running running coming, There's no fun in always running something" spoke to her. She groaned out loud and went to switch the song. She needed no reminder of the woman who had come back, but chose to leave her on read for the past 12 hours.

Anissa looked back at her message thread with Babe💔. It had been different since grace showed up. The things they never opened up about still hung in the air. Sentences filled with secrets anissa now knew and ones of her own that grace was suspicious of. But when Grace pressed for answers from her Anissa hit her with well where were you. It made things quiet, awkward, and she apologized but Anissa knew something was different. It didnt even have anything to do with the common understanding that they both were metas. Later on in that day when they both dead ended their conversation and grace was in between her legs, Anissa felt different. The usual sexual after bliss was animalistic and raw. Nothing like the soft glowy warmth she started to grow accustomed to.

A) Can i see you again?

G) I don't know nissa, I'm tending and closing the shop all week.

A) Avoiding me...great.

G) It isn't even like that and you know that, that is more your thing.

A) Then what is it like, because it sure seems like you pushed me away.

G) Not you, just the questions.

A) Yours or mine?

G) Both.

Anissa felt a tear drop down her face as remembering the conversation from yesterday. Her phone glowing down on her face.

A) I missed you Grace.

...typing

A) I miss you Babe. Please.

G) When?

A) Tomorrow night, my place.

G) Valentine's Day? I thought you hated it.

A) I do.

Anissa wiped away more tears and sat up on her bed changing the song to a random r&b playlist. It was after 1 and if Grace was coming it would be soon if at all. Her hair was still braided in thunders signature look, which she decided was too big of a give away, and she started to dismantle her hair. Drake was sing rapping:

"Assuming the worst

'cause I haven't heard from you all weekend

Your silence is driving me up the wall, up the wall."

She rolled her eyes at the lyrics while she patterned the hair into regular corn rows. As she did she found herself humming to the beat and finishing the end of the braid.

"Can't offer much more, you've heard it before

That narrative for me isn't changing

I wanna make you a priority

I wanna let you know there's more to me."

Catching the lyrics again she groaned and mumbled, "Of all the songs spotify just had to play".

The doorbell rung loudly from downstairs and she recieved a text notification from postmates. Taking a minute she checked herself once over in the mirror. No hairs out of place and she zipped up her Garfield hoodie over her sports bra. Even if it was just the postmates person she really had no desire to be oogled at almost 2 in the morning. Phone in one pocket and wallet in the other she made her way downstairs.

She heard talking outside the door it sounded like persuasion and resistance. When she opened it Grace was paying the postmates guy and carrying a tote bag with green leaves peaking out and a bottle in her hand.

"Ms. Pierce i am so sorry this woman was already out here and she offered to pay. I wasn't sure if...." A flustered skinny guy wearing a post mates hat rambled making the connection of postmates photo to door respondant.

"Its fine, she my uh, we are dating. Thankyou." Anissa shifted her eyes as she searched for words to explain.

"Ohh okay then, i see well enjoy your valentine's night", he handed her the bag of food and grace followed her inside, closing the door behind her.

Grace was quiet as she placed the bag items on the kitchen counter and gazed around the house. Anissa watched her while putting the bottle of alcohol in the fridge.

"Is this for me?" She smiled looking at the small potted palm plant.

"Yea uh, its from my homeland. I thought you might like one," Graces voice cracked. Anissa could feel her eyes watching how she reacted.

Anissa looked up at the woman who stood there and shuffled until she was directly in front of her.

She trailed her fingers up the thinly covers biceps. There was muscle there she wasn't sure if she missed before. The bass of the speaker quietly echoed from upstairs as she rested her arms on Grace's shoulders slowly. Grace looked nervous but wrapped her own arms around Anissa's waist.

"The food?" Grace mumbled against Anissa's lips . They both swallowed before leaning in for a slow kiss.

Anissa whispered against Graces, "that's what microwaves are for."

Grace pushed for another kiss a bit more which Anissa welcomed. This kiss was heating up quickly with Grace palming her ass and pulling them tight against one another. Anissa almost moaned when Grace gripped tightly and moaned into her mouth. She had her hand deep in Grace's hair while the other had unbuttoned the button up top Grace was wearing. Anissa broke the kiss and grazed the tip of Grace's nose with her own. Pulling Grace's bottom lip between teeth she sighed and let it go. Her own voice dripped and practically sent her knees knockinh when she whispered to her date, "are you strong."

Grace nodded lazily trying to dip in for a kiss which anissa dodged this time.

"How strong?" Anissa pried placing a kiss to Grace's cheek. Grave rolled her eyes and picked anissa up with ease causing anissa to laugh. She wrapped her legs around Grace's waist and cocked her head to the side.

"Hmm how about now," she inhaled through her nose and held it.

Grace's eyes lit up but did not drop Anissa. Breathing out Anissa grinned downward before inhaling again through her mouth and holding her breath. This time she felt Grace adjust her grip on her thighs when she started to slide. Anissa shifted her density further and that is when

Grace chided, "Come on Nissa." Anissa smiled as Grace was smiling for real. That was before her voice was in Anissas ear and she whispered, thankyou for being here and started kissing the now exposed skin on Anissa's neck. Kissing turned into sucking small bruises on her pulse point and Anissa couldn't help but groan letting go of her breath. Making her lighter around Graces waist.

"No fair," she mumble and she was tangling her fingers back into Grace's hair.

There is a part 2

#thundergrace fanfiction #thundergrace #grace choi #anissa pierce #black lightning #black lightning fanfic #black lighting spoilers #my writing #bailentines day

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evellyynn7 · 6 years

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That Night pt.2 of Meeting Mr. Wrong

“It all started on a dark and cold night, November 7th to be exact.” I said very quietly almost regretting doing this. Dean was such a good listener, his eyes looked at me with such compassion as i told the whole story.

“Lets do something crazy tonight guys!... unless some of you are gonna be little wusses” Steve was looking at us 3 girls, Nancy Wheeler, Barbra Holland... and me. He was of course mostly referring to Barb since she looked the most nerdy out of our bunch, he thought we would be at least a little bit easier to loosen up and i mean that in a dirty way too.

Billy Hardgrove was there along with Tommy H and Carol. They of course were there to get lucky and wasted while my 3 friends and i were just trying to up our popularity status. “Hey here’s a clever idea, why don’t we play a little game to help these newbies ‘loosen up’ Billy said with a wink to me and his famous smirk. “That may be the only smart thing you’ve said all day Steve” joked. The others laughed and agreed while the rest of were nervous at first but warmed up to the idea while Barb was always against this ‘loosening up’ game.

“Alright, fuck it, how do you play the damn game” i couldn’t believe i said that, i guess that was just all that naughty that’s been shunned away from my good girl act. “Oooo this pretty little girl has a naughty side?” Billy said this in a shocked but intrigued way. “C’mon Billy just tell us how to play the damn game” Nancy saw how i was learning to just go with it so she followed along. “ Okay book worm don’t get aggressive” Billy said this with less interest and more annoyance of Nancy. “Okay so newbies have to prove themselves to us by doing some dares that are given to you by yours truly” he winked and let out a puff while gesturing to his friends. Steve interrupted fast “So i’ll start with miss wheeler, i da...” Billy cut him off with anger in his eyes. “But my good friend forgot to mention the best part!, if you guys cant complete the dare then you have to strip one item each time” he seemed proud of his lustful command.

After several halfly and fully covered dares, there laid 4 girls in either just a bra and panty or maybe they still had a sweater or jeans on. I was one of the girls in just a bra and panty but i never felt so alive and bad but i loved it not to mention i was far past drunk. I knew that barb felt uncomfortable the whole time and so did the whole group so they went easy on her and she just had to take off her coat. “Ok so this one is for Liv over there.” Billy said grabbing my hand while I lounged on the chair carelessly with my drunken and half covered gorgeous bod. His eyes lingered and he couldn’t hide his blushing and lustful eyes. This drove me crazy cause he was so handsome and sexy but i didn’t want to get to far, i just wasn’t ready for anything that big. I stood up very unsteady and barb saw that, she came over and told me that we should all go and that she would drive. “I think we all had enough fun why don’t we start heading home, you don’t look to well Liv.” “I’m fine i don’t need you to be a mom right now, why don’t you go you never fit in anyways, and don’t say that i don’t ‘look good’ for all i know your probably just jealous.” I knew right after i said it that i screwed up but it was too late. “ You know what, im done trying to be a good friend, i will go home and good luck trying to get home like that, maybe one of your new ‘friends’ can sober up before driving.” she left in tears running towards the woods. “Whoa whats up her ass!” Billy laughed and began kissing my neck but i just stood there in shock and a dazed confusion.

Later that night Billy and i had made our way to Steve’s couch while tommy and carol took a spare bedroom and Steve led Nancy to his room. I had a feeling of what was going to happen but i was not in my right mind to fully stop it. He leaned in and starting kissing me slow then it suddenly turned harsh and passionate, i could feel his hands making there way up my thigh and i let out a small gasp. “Hey im not sure i wanna take this that far“ i mumbled against his lips but he ignored me and just kept going further up. I heard a faint scream and broke the kiss. “Did you hear that?” “Hear what doll, the only thing i wanna be hearing is you moaning my name.” he smirked then slowly went in again and then bit my bottom lip slowly. Little did i know that it was barb coming back to drive us home since she was actually a good friend who cared for us regardless and not just someone who was only trying to get in my pants. “ Billy i dont know about this” “Oh cmon your just shy but ill be gentle and then all youll feel will be pure bliss” he then lowered me on my back and made his way down by kissing me in every spot that sent chills to my body so i let go and just went with it.

The next day Barb wasnt at school and nanc and i just thought that she was just mad at us but as a week went by we were beyond worried untill 2 days ago when we heard about her on the news, thats when our worried hearts turned into broken grieving hearts. The only good thing was that news report landed on a saturday and i could be a wreck the whole weekend and process things before heading back to school. Thats when things got crazy and people started suspecting her best friends and the sad truth was that i knew something others didnt, this slight piece of evidence could make everybody i care about turn on me.

“And thats how it all went down Dean, I know i sound absolutely terrible but i want justice for barb.” He was looking at me with wide eyes and a dreamy gaze but i couldnt quite make out what he was thinking. “Wow olivia im shocked but so happy you told me, everything will get better from here on out” he gave me a reassuring smile and leaded me back to class and he happened to casually lay his hand on my waist and guide me, then whispered i think you sounded like a strong and beautiful girl for what you had to go through but im also gonna sound like a douche when i say this but im glad you didnt go after your friend cause it might have gotten you too and i wouldnt be able to meet the strong and beautiful girl standing right in front of me.” i blushed like crazy before walking into the class, once again all eyes were on me and Dean noticed so decided to do something about that. He walked in and said, “Every body should know that your classmate Olivia has helped this case tremendously and you all should give her a smile the next time you see her” “ i should be seeing you around miss hopper” he smiled and winked at you in a professional manner but you could tell it was far from that.

A week has past and your uncle hopper went away for a couple of days to solve this case with the winchester brothers, leaving you to watch El. Today she went to go hangout with her bunch while you stayed home and catched up on some vampire diaries. *knock knock* i was shocked to hear a knock on my door, maybe my uncle came back early i thought. I get up from my comfy spot and open the door to a pleasant surprise. “Dean!! how are you? we haven’t spoken in a while and i thought you were supposed to be with my uncle” i was confused yet happy since all my memories had been good with dean and i trusted him on something that meant so much to me. “ Well your uncle asked either me or my brother to check up on you and i happily agreed” he flashed his dazling smile and walked in. I sat on the couch and he sat next to me, for the past few hours we caught up and got to know each other on a whole other level, it was like weve always knew each other and time seemed to fly. I showed him my room and my personal things including some secrets. “ Ive always wanted to tell you this but i think your absolutely gorgeous.” he kept his beautiful blue eyes latched on me and leaned in for a kiss.I went in and soon enough we were naked on my bed over heated and satisfied. “You can spend the night” i said smiling at him with my fingers tracing his bare abs. “Im sure theyve got this covered for tonight” he smiled down at me and kissed my forhead, then we fell asleep in an instant.

The next morning was amazing, waking up to a shirtless sexy Dean was priceless and epecially getting to watch his cute face sleep. He woke up with a smile and said “ Mornin gorgeous, how did you sleep, i know i slept well with you by my side” he pecked my lips “I could say the same” I got up to kiss him more passionalty and put some clothes on in the bathroom but as i was leaving i felt his eyes heavy on my naked body. I shut the door and got dressed but i stayed in the bathroom because i heard my uncle enter my room screaming his head off! Dean was shook and got up fast trying to defend himself while my uncle was saying “I cant belive you!! i practically told you to babysit her for a few hours and i come home to you naked in her bed doing who knows what! time to leave Mr.Wrong, youve helped enough. As i finished getting ready i walked out with shame all over my face and my uncle telling me to go for somebody my own age.

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dwight-u-ignorant-slut · 7 years

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Ok but let's think about the direction asp probably meant to take gilmore girls. Really think about it. She has said she wanted to go for 9 or so seasons. So consider where we left them and where we find the girls in AYITL.

We left Rory telling Logan goodbye as he accepted his fate at his father's company in a London position. She's sad. She's confused. She doesn't want to let him go. She just figured everything out and has pulled herself together and now he's leaving. Still, he leaves. And realistically, they don't see each other much if at all. He's busy. He's schmoozing all the big businessmen and using his effortless talent and charm to fit right in. He's not distracted by his college buddies or Rory and he is out from under his father's constant watchful eye because of the distance between them even though he's still at his company technically. He does so well.

One thing I think is important that the 7th season did well is that Logan and Rory never did talk much about how they would handle their long distance relationship. But instead of her pining for him, I think she would immerse herself in the stress of her senior year. Without the distraction of Logan or his friends' antics and knowing that he's doing well, she is able to crush it as editor again and she succeeds in school as always. She stays in Logan's apartment for a while. Maybe she takes on an internship (or she keeps at it with her job at the SEG). Over time, as graduation pulls closer, she finds herself missing Logan less and less when they are apart but still feels crazy for him when they are together. She feels the same complacency in Logan. Her graduation comes even closer. Logan's lease will end soon. Both of them avoid this fact. Then she breaks down and asks her mom. What should she do? Lorelai does her usual hey kid it's your life I don't want to push you thing and Rory prompts her to give her opinion. She agrees. You're living in his apartment and working for his dad's paper. You have always been strong enough to stand on your own. Maybe giving up that comfort to find your own way would be worth a shot. The struggling times in Lorelai and Rory's life together were always their most fondly remembered. So Rory has Logan end his lease after she graduates. She finds a few paid internships throughout the country. She decides to travel and write wherever she finds a story. She has some money saved from her graduation and the few paychecks she's scraped together from working the past year. It's enough to give her a cheap year of traveling before she finds a permanent job.

Logan receives a promotion. Not a major one but one that means he will be locked into London for a little while longer. Although Rory wants to feel disappointed, she can't help but encourage him to stay. It's a great position and he has no real reason to return, being that she'll be traveling and he has no other interest in the US.

They continue to be together but evetually the hard talk has to come. Logan flies Rory out for an extended weekend and they discuss her plans. That's when she plucks up the courage to tell him how distant she's been feeling and how guilty she feels because of it. He tells her not to be silly, he's been busy too and it doesn't mean they don't care about each other, just that they have tons of other exciting things going on at hand. That's when he tells her hey, don't stress out, let's just say that when we're together we are together and when we're not... We're not. No hard feelings about missed calls or going off the radar. Rory agrees, somewhat reluctantly but mostly relieved.

I'll come back to them later. Let's start with Lorelai.

So she wakes up at Christopher's house, horrified with herself and gutted about all of the events the night before. She leaves without saying much. Her first instinct is to go to Luke's for his rejuvenating coffee. Then she remembers. So instead she goes home and drinks her own, less helpful coffee. Luke tries a few times to call her. She only answers once to tell him not to come to her house.. Eventually he calls in reinforcement and Sookie comes in to find Lorelai sitting in her kitchen. She asks what she's doing sitting there and lorelai explains that it seemed easier after the first couple of coffee and pop tart trips from upstairs to just stay on the ground and save time. She let's Sookie help her up and she tells her. I slept with Chris. Luke is never going to marry me. I was crazy for thinking he would. Sookie stares for a minute, unsure of how to help her. Then, she grabs the nearly empty box of pop tarts and sits on the floor, motioning for Lorelai to do the same. She lays her head in her best friend's lap and that's all we see of her until we see her post meltdown. She marches across town and casually strolls into her usual spot weeks later. A backwards baseball cap seems surprised at first. Lorelai asks if she can have some coffee. Luke obliges. They silently size each other up before also silently agreeing to this new arrangement. Every day, she comes in and gets her coffee. They don't speak much, if at all, but it works.

She hasn't answered any of Chris's calls. One night Lorelai feels particularly gutsy and decides to eat dinner at Luke's. She slowly eats her burger. It's the best she's had in a couple of months. People begin to filter out until it's just the pair of them. They get into apologies. Not reconciliation necessarily, but more hey look I'm sorry i couldn't run away with you no no I'm so sorry I pressured you that was wrong.. Well I guess we just needed different things. It happens. Eventually Luke gets it out of her. She went to Chris that night. He isn't angry though. He understands, although the hurt is still plastered on his face. He asks if it's still going on. She furiously shakes her head. No way. It was just a stupid mistake. It was never him, it was always Luke. He sighs. She can't say stuff like that anymore. Finally he makes a new agreement. Lorelai, you can come in here and eat whenever you want. Order your usual garbage. I'll deliver. But you need to get him out of your system. It hasn't always been Luke. It's always been Chris. Even if she can't admit it yet, he has always been a backup plan to her and she will never make it work with anyone until she gives Chris her all and really tries. So she does. She dates Chris. They click as usual. Things get serious over months of being together. They have a cushy life together. They're happy. They even talk about getting married. Rory's graduation begins pulling closer. One night Rory asks her mom what to do about her choice between staying in her comfortable spot in easy bliss or chasing the unknown. Lorelai tells her she should chase her own dreams and worry about comfort when she is picking a retirement home. After Rory leaves, Lorelai considers her own advice. She needs to be uncomfortable again, to feel something again, to be challenged as passionately as she is loved. So she ends things with Chris. Both of them are heartbroken but at the same time, relieved. They really tried this time. And now they will always know. It just didnt fit. Rory's graduation comes and Lorelai asks Luke to come at Rory's request. He helped raise her, after all. No matter their past he deserved to be there. He comes. So does Chris. It's awkward but fine overall.

As Rory plans her time away, Lorelai becomes more enamored with the idea. She takes a month of leave from the inn, entrusting Michel to help Sookie take care of things. The girls go off exploring the U.S., Lorelai dragging Rory to the most odd attractions, all of which give Rory amazing stories to submit to local and national papers. A few actually get accepted. After helping Rory find her footing, lorelai returns home. She needed that breath. It had been such a tough time lately and she needed to be with her kid. The first stop she makes when she gets home is Luke's. It's a struggle to get to his diner because Taylor's Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer festival seems to have blocked Luke's off from town access. She finds a way, though, and finds an angry Luke ranting on the phone in an empty diner about the booths that completely block his diner from public view. He must have been hung up on because he slams the phone back on its hook and turns angrily WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT oh hey Lorelai. You're back. She is. They lock eyes across the empty room. She sits down and asks for a donut and some coffee. He quickly provides both. They talk about her adventures that summer. Over the next few weeks they rekindle their friendship. Then one day, they find themselves alone again. This time it's planned. She asks him to come over and help fix some household annoyance. Admittedly, being that he hadn't done her household honey do list for her birthday the previous year, there is a number of repairs to choose from. That night they reunite for real this time.

Also, Sookie decides she too needs some time for herself and goes on a short sabbatical. Running gag about how she keeps pushing back her return.

Back to Rory. After their talk (which I would assume is likely after the first of the year) Rory decides she is bored with her nomad lifestyle, especially since her mother left a few months back. She moves to Brooklyn and manages to continue to get her pieces picked up by smaller papers here and there. In the meantime, she gets by by working at a bookstore. She calls Paris one day in the summer and she tells her that she and Doyle have decided to get married. It makes since for their taxes and she is pregnant. At the sound of Rory's concern she assures her this is a logical decision and will not slow down her progress at all in med school. Doyle will take care of the kid at home just as soon as her body heals. No need to go all after school special. It's no big deal.

Paris and Doyle's big step, as casual as it had been described, still makes Rory crave the reliability of an unwavering partner. It's been months of seeing Logan sparingly and she knows he has been on dates. So she decides to do the same. A frequent customer of her store is a dark haired guy who has similar taste in books and is always polite. He comes in to the bookstore every Wednesday, the restocking day, from 11:15-11:45. Like clockwork. One day Rory asks if he would like to get coffee. He doesn't drink coffee but he knows about a great Asian inspired restaurant with genuine tea from Korea. She agrees to give it a shot. They have a lot in common and he is sweet. She feels incredibly safe. They begin to date. She still sees Logan but more sparingly. He has met someone too, although neither will admit it out loud. When they are together, they're together. When they're not, they're not. Rory eventually quits her job at the bookstore because she spends so much time going between London with Logan, Hartford with her grandparents, and Stars Hollow with her mom and Luke. Plus her submissions have been doing so well with the interviews she has been able to snag while in London that she doesnt need the money as seriously.

At Christmastime Rory brings Paul to meet her mom. It's been 6 months since their first date and she guessed it's time for them to meet. Lorelai forgets she's bringing him and forgets he's there half the time. Luke keeps calling him Pete. Rory indignantly insists he isn't that bad and begs them to make more of an effort. Luke agrees to take him fishing when it warms up. LorelaI invites him to breakfast at Luke's. He doesn't understand why they would go across town for food cooked by the man already in the house. Luke warns him to leave it.

So then jump to Valentine's day. Paul is away for work and Rory realizes she has enough flier miles saved up to surprise Logan. She goes to London and calls him. He answers and tells her he will try to get away for lunch the next day. She pressed him for why he can't meet before realizing. She's in town. His girlfriend. Logan puts Rory up in a hotel for the night and they meet at lunch. Then the truth comes out. He's engaged. Rory is extremely upset but holds back. This wasn't part of their deal.....or....was it? She gets a call from her mom. Hesitantly, (because overseas calls are expensive) she answers because she's upset and even though her mom doesn't know about Logan yet. Lorelai is distressed. Richard is in the hospital. She goes home, forgetting all about Logan's engagement.

Richard is sick for a while. He dies a few weeks later in March. I say keep everything else about his funeral, Emily's breakdown, and her growth.

Rory moves into her old room and ditches her Brooklyn apartment. She picks up the Gazette and settles back into the town.

Meanwhile Lorelai and Luke know they are in this for the long haul but they don't know if they want to go through the wedding planning again. They talk about kids again. Lorelai knows that being over 40 hurts their chances so they visit Paris at her residency-as an ob-gyn intern. She's not the best at bedside manners but she does have a way of scaring people into pushing hard enough during birth so it works. She connects them to the top fertility specialist in her floor. The doc helps them through options like IVF. Luke is too hesitant and ultimately refuses. Lorelai is understandably upset.

As much as I didn't care for the LDB sequence, I'd keep the sentiment. Rory cuts things off, Logan surprises her and gives her a long adventure filled night, and they hookup.

Somewhere in this mess Jess fixes her problems by suggesting the book but Lorelai agrees this time.

Rory works on the book, visits Chris, etc.

Jess comes in town to help Rory with her book.

Lorelai asks Luke to elope one night. Rory is home and Jess is in town. There's no better time. He doesn't hesitate this time. They get married that night. The next morning Rory and Lorelai drink coffee on the gazebo and talk about everything going on. Rory tells her about Logan. Lorelai is sympathetic which gives Rory the courage to say,

"I'm pregnant."

And for Lorelai to respond,

"Me too..."

Cut to black.

#gilmore girls spoilers #gilmore girls #gilmore girls a year in the life #ayitl #gilmore girls ayitl

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The first time we met

When I first met Justin I was 14 and he was 16, so we have known each other for about 7 years now, heading into 8. We met online through a mutual friend that we had gamed together with, and yes Justin and I big gaming nerds and enjoy gaming with each other in our free time.

So, we met online through a game and became really good friends, playing late into the night, doing stupid shit online and being as we would call ourselves “little shits”. All of this would lead to late night skype calls that would end up with both of us falling asleep in the call and continuing with our shenanigans the next day.

After a while of this I started to really like this kid, I was myself around him and he wouldnt judge me one bit, but there was one issue; I had already had a boyfriend before I met Justin, but here is the kicker, that boyfriend and I werent together when I met Justin so I was on the market but once that boyfriend found out about Justin he asked to be with my again, this went on for the majority of Justin and I’s friendship and I was off and on with that guy for 6 years. It caused a lot of tears in Justin and I’s friendship because Justin would try to make a move and I was always stupidly with the other guy.

Finally, Justin had enough of it and it led to a big argument which led to us not speaking to each other for two years. I’ve never told him how much those two years sucked without him, the one person I knew I could talk to and be myself around was gone and those two years were really really really rough. I cried a lot in those two years, I missed him so much but I was too prideful to admit it back then, and I hated that he didnt reach out to me like I thought he was because I knew that I meant a lot to him but he didnt reach out and neither did I.

In those two years, the guy that made us tear apart came back into my life again ( at this point I had so much resentment for this dude that I really didnt want to be with him but I also didnt want to be alone ) When he had come back into my life he dropped a bomb on me that I didnt think he would, he was joining the Army, it shocked me mainly because I didnt think he would ever do it but he did. He went off to basic and AIT and then got stationed in Ft. Bliss TX. He and I started to date again and eventually he talked about us getting married, when he started to talk about getting married this is around the time when he learned that he was going to JRTC and eventually would deploy after that. He went off and whatnot, he came back and started to pack for the deployment, he again started to talk about getting married and whatnot and I stupidly thought it was a good idea, I said yes to him and started to plan my move to El Passo but thankfully that got put on hold because of the deployment.

Now, you guys know I am not married to someone who is stationed in Ft. Bliss, so obviously I didnt marry that guy.I had found out he had been cheating on me and I called it quits, that story is so long and stupid that I will give the run down. He had been cheating on me for some time and I had zero clue, of course it was with someone he worked with and that sucked even more. Anyways, I had to find out while he was deployed from one of our FRIENDS!! Yeah that was a good time, I had to end our relationship for good and I knew it.

But back to Justin, the amazing man who I am so luck to be married to. After two years of no contact I caved, I added him back on everything and once he accepted I sent a message faster than Ive ever sent any message in my whole life. I sent something stupid because I knew he would answer that lol.

After a few messages back and forth I had asked him how he had been doing and what he had been up to, ironically he had also join the Army and was stationed here in Kentucky. Instantly I was like “FUCK” why did you have to join the Army lol, we talked for a while, caught up and talked about what had happened in the two years we didnt speak. He had asked me about the other guy and I had told him that he and I werent together and I had asked him about his love life, he was trying to get with this girl that he had been after for a few months, but never got with her.

The few months that we talked I saw him spiral with that girl, he was so down on himself and eventually just said “fuck it” and didnt try to go after her again and just deleted her off of everything, kinda like he did me lol. I didnt rush into trying to be with him, but once I found that out boy I was quick to start flirting. Now there is something you need to know about this man, he was OBLIVIOUS to me flirting with him, eventually I just had to come out and say it lol.

Some time went on before we decided to do anything dating wise, one night we had the bright idea to play games together and drink... A few hours in, Im completely gone, and he is right behind me, hes able to hold his alcohol better than I can lol. Eventually it led to him asking me to be his girlfriend and lots and lots and lots of confessions of love and whatnot.

Now, we have been together a year and it has been the best year of my freaking life. This man treated me in ways I didst think I would ever be treated. He respects me, he loves me and he cares for me. He makes me fee on top of the world ever freaking day and I cannot thank him enough for being the man that he is and the loving husband that he is.

Meeting for the first time

We had been dating for about 6ish months Im not sure, when we had decided that it was finally time to meet each other. There were so many complications with the first date that two months went by before I finally go to meet him.

It was July when we finally got everything squared away. I finally got time off from work and finally knew that I could book my flight and have no issues now!! That night he had facetimed me and we looked at flights, I found the perfect one. What sucked was that I still had to go to work that morning, so I would be going to work, getting off and packing the rest of my things and heading to Austin to make my FIRST FLIGHT EVER.

Now, I have never flown before up until this and I was SCARED SHITLESS. Justin on the other hand has traveled and is seasoned with flying and told me over and over it wasnt that bad, and it wasnt! I actually really miss flying, and wish I had a reason to do it more often. But my first flight was that day, I left work really early because my nerves were kicking my ass, I was nervous as hell, I didnt know how I would do going through TSA, and getting to my gate, but lucky for me it was easy and when I had gotten through TSA all of my gates were right there.

It was late as heck when I got on my flight, like 9PM or something like that. I had gotten done with my frist flight and my last flight was out of Houston and from there I would finally be in Nashville and finally with my man. I got into Nashville at 11:30PM and instantly called Justin and told him I was there. He was outside waiting for me!!!!!!! I rushed past everyone and made my way outside to see my boyfriend stading there with the biggest smile on his face. He greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the forehead and then we got in the car and drove back to Ft. Campbell. That night I was quietly let into his barracks room LOL.

We just stood there for a while, hugging and looking at each other and saying “im here!!” over and over and over again. That night we squeezed ourselves onto his bed and tried to fall asleep, but there was too much excitement. He still had to go to PT in the morning and had work as well, I tried to sleep and so did he but we just couldnt. Once we did start falling asleep his alarm went off and it was time for him to get dressed and head out for PT.

He came back later that morning with some breakfast for me and then it was time for him to get dressed and leave for the day :( Let me tell you the barracks are depressing as hell. But I LITERALLY slept all the day while he was at work. He would text me every time he could to check on me and make sure I was okay and whatnot. Later that night he got him and we crashed again, we really messed up our sleeping schedules lol.

From there it was the weekend so we went to visit my aunt, and then we went up to Ohio to meet a friend, those few days that we had together were so good and will forever have a special place in my heart.

And that is the first time we met <3

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super-alittlefunnysunflower-blog · 5 years

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The letter lost at 2:16

Freedom. To truly be in charge of the decisions you make. To not have to run anything by anyone. If you wanted to have that can of coke at 2AM you could. If you randomly decide to drive to McDonalds at 4AM you could. Or walk the beach all night until morning, then climb into your bed without any worries. When you fought so long and hard for someone, just to feel at the end, that they were the one keeping you locked away. So when you finally get out, youre mad with the taste of freedom.

Does that explain all the empty faces? The hollow conversations? Is that what I was searching for when I found you? And I thought to myself. This is it. This is everything on my list, and if I can make this work, I know I can make this work, then I’ll have everything. My freedom, I make enough to bring to the table, I’m doing everything on my own. And you, you will be by my side. We both understand each other. We both know what it’s like in our situations.

Maybe it was where I was at in my life currently, how badly I was ready to be done, to have the last puzzle piece to have the “perfect life” and check everything off on this made up list I had in my head. This list that once completed, I considered my life a success.

And every bright red flagged I ignored, and I grasped at every excuse I could provide for you in my mind.

Everyone can tell. When someone is interested in them, when it’s exciting and new. It’s the Good Morning messages, and the Good Night texts, it’s the shit talking during games, and the inside jokes and pet names. And you smile when their name pops up on your screen, because it’s new, theyre exciting, and it’s fun. It’s fun getting to know someone where you feel the longing is mutual. And right when that starts to shift, everyone feels it, the dread. The disappointment. The wonder, of what went wrong. Then you shrug it off, and move on. But you’re different. I think narcissist is how the world describes people like you. And I thought, to spend so much on a ticket for me to go to a party to meet all of your coworkers, maybe I’m over thinking things. And from my memory, it was a good night. And you offered and treated me to breakfast the next morning. Then that was it. Gone. And I was upset, but, dont be weak.

Is this something that is taught? Or something that is learned? To not appear vulnerable? We see it all the time, “If they wanted to message you they would”. The week before Christmas there you were, out of nowhere. It had been two weeks since that party. Two weeks since I last saw your name pop up on phone. And there it was, a long drawn out apology and explanation. “I’m so sorry, I went out of town, and left my phone. I tried to look you up, I couldn’t find you”. And just as fast as your apology came, before I could get an opportunity to even think about forgiving you or not, just as fast as it popped up on my phone you asked, “Do you want to be my mine? I move fast but, when I know I know”. And when I tried to take the time, you countered me with a now or never. This was it I thought. This was the person that would finish my puzzle. Just go for it, this was what you wanted, right? And it was perfect after that.

She tried to warn me. Out of nowhere, like a siege, it all came in. And it was so overwhelming, and work was so busy. I directed you to her, so you two could solve whatever unfinished issues you had. And I looked past it.

Do you remember the second date? The slashed tire? The stolen shoes? And I remember telling my friends, and he’s still here. He didn’t get scared off. This is for real, it’s us against my enemy, my keeper.

It was routine, systematic. Every weekend we’d alternate. Me to you, you to me. And I was so proud. Finally, something simple, something healthy, something normal. It made every Friday exciting and every Sunday sad.

So strange, you’re quiet at 7PM. No no no. It’s me. I’m over analyzing. Normal people do not need to talk all the time. This is normal. You do not need to say good night every time. Then the sun comes up, and the anxiety is gone, because 8AM is here, and there is the Good Morning glowing on my screen. The eleven letters that assure me for some reason, that I am just crazy, and this is good.

12 hours I drove. I worked a full day. I was tired. All I could think about was coming home to you. I knew I had a long day, and I planned accordingly, I was going to drive straight to your house as soon as I got back in town. My stuff was already packed. But you forgot something at my house and wanted me to bring it to you before I came. Before I drove the next two hours to see you. So I did. This is normal, this was the missing puzzle, you’re just being lazy. Do this.

Its the sitting on your bed watching you play your games. Talking to your friends. It’s staying up late and playing with your son downstairs while you played games upstairs. This is normal, this is what normal people do. What do you like? I packed a box of all your favorite things. A surprise. And on the day that all lovers remind everyone that theyre in love, I bought you the one thing you loved most. In return you gave me your old love. And now our weekends consisted of staying in bed at my house too. Playing games while I watched. This is happiness. This is normal.

You never had a blanket. You had three small ones. And we wouldn’t curl up together. Because you’d get hot, and the room was hot, because you didn’t like the fan on. This is normal, this is what you wanted. But then there it was. A black comforter we could share under the same covers. Thank you to your friend who bought it for you. Youre over thinking things. That is normal. This is normal.

I sat through it all, because I wanted it to work badly. After searching and weeding out through so many empty people, I was determined for this to be the missing piece. Your interests became my interests, because I wanted this to be it. I wanted to show the world I found my freedom, and I chose who was the person for me. That I changed my ways, and for the right person, I became a good person. But every Sunday that came by, I knew it didn’t feel right. I knew the comforter was wrong. The days where I’d be on your bed, as if I didn’t exist, while I stared at your screen, played on my phone to pass the time. The time where my throat was so dry because I hadn’t spoken a word in hours. I drive two hours for this. It was the bliss that lasts 7 seconds, every time. This is normal. This is what you wanted. With your freedom, this is what you picked.

And even once I broke free. When I found my strength to finally decide,this was not my missing piece, to choose that I deserved more, that it was okay to want more. My strength was gone. In that second I turned from you, Instead of 180 degrees, I kept going, and I was making my way back to you, a full circle, the entire 360. Begging for forgiveness. And in the end after three days of silence, it was me. I apologized. Shame for wanting more. For not being happy with what I had.

It was such an awful week. I messed up so bad. Just get to Friday. You can do it. Get to Friday, and it will be okay. You’re moving forward. You’re meeting the family. And for once. I was going to be vulnerable and instead of closing up, I was going to call, not text, but call you about my day. Even though it was after 7PM, and after 7PM youre always gone. But you answer, you assured me that night it would be okay. It was a Wednesday night, and you told me, everything would be okay. It’s Thursday, just have to make it through today. I wont go to jail. It will be okay. You messed up. But it will be okay. And as I drove to work that morning, it was feeling okay. It would be okay. 8AM comes and my phone pings. But it’s not the good morning glow that brightens my screen, its a drawn out paragraph. So sweet. Words of encouragement. I sit at the red light and read, but no. You did some thinking, and you cannot get attached to me you say, but it’s not me, its you. Or maybe its the distance. And my heart sinks. And I pull over and I cry. What else can go wrong? But not anymore. You’re not weak. Do not call. Do not respond anymore than he deserves. “ :( “

And it was done. I meet you two weeks later, take back whatever things i left at yours. We hug, you say “it’s good to see you”, and I drive off, because I’m meeting someone else, and not for a second will I let you know how hurt I was. But you’re on my mind. Maybe it’s all these moments that make me who I am. Its why I think the way I think. Never let them know how much they meant to you, how they affected you. And you will always want what isn’t yours. You will always be that thought in the back of my head, and I will always wonder, why?

Enough. I took a break. Screw the missing piece. I’m the missing piece. Self love right? And even though a blank page fell in my lap and even though I was so happy and content. You were in the back of my head. Wondering why, even if I wasn’t thinking it, the thought still ate and breathed and slept.

And again, out of nowhere there you were. It had been two months? Yes. See how happy I am, see how amazing my life is now. So I was game, and I accepted. But we didnt talk. I knew the thought was still there, because I purposely had to be blind to you. I couldn’t and didn’t want to see things, because I knew it’d upset me. And there I was. 1AM foolishly going through your timeline. And there it is. It’s a Thursday, the worst day of my career, the day you assure me, “everything would be okay”. There it was, “In a Relationship”. And my heart sank. Despite how happy I thought I was, you still affected me. It hurt. It hurt to realize how foolish I had been the entire time. But it was also that same night, I realize how precious this new found love meant to me, and with that, the thought that always lingered in the back of my mind was finally gone.

When my paper crumbled. months later, there you were again. Out of the blue. And it was comforting. I could feel the thought creep back in, and become a living breathing idea in my head. At a time I was feeling the most unwanted, the one person from my past who made me feel second best continuously, was comforting me. And it all shattered within a week. It was done. I lost it all. You threw the ball, and I was game. Because it made me feel better. It made me feel wanted. You can be someone people want. Especially when you’re feeling like the most unwanted thing in the world. Yes it was my words, my choices that helped seal the deal, and put the nails in the coffin. In the end for what? To satisfy questions I never got the answer to?

Its been months, and nothing changes. Like clock work. You’re here for just a moment, to remind me, that you’re a thing I will never have. And we’ll joke. And you’re such an asshole. You’ll say the meanest things. So this is who you really were? You would date people and when things would go south or when you needed some morale boost there you were again. A ping on my phone. And I’d always be game. Advise you on what to do. And I thought I came to understand you.

This kid, who wasted his younger years married, and started a family. For it to all go away. This was his freedom now. What moments did you have that made you who are? Why do you treat others the way you do? Why is it so hard to be vulnerable? And I listen to you when you speak. You put them down, you revel at making them cry. You look for the fights. Because if they show the first signs of not wanting you, you turn on them, and engage in argument. Hurt them before theyre able to hurt you, is what you’d tell me. So I toy with you. I let you feel like you’ve hit that point in the cycle with me, where you think I’m on the verge of crying, and then I go 180, and randomly say something nice, to make you feel like I want you, just to see your reaction. Which, every time, you instantly withdraw, you’re confused, but your white flag goes up. And its so predictable each time. Do you even notice what it is that I do? Im fucking with you. Just studying your reactions. Wondering what makes you, you. What happened to you, that this is how you interact with everyone. And again every time I’m done playing this game, when I’ve closed the book, there you are again. You somehow find a way to be that ping on my phone. And theres a part of you that is always able to pull on a piece of my heart. Theres always this longing where I miss the routine of the weekends. That forgets how miserable I was sitting on that bed. That forgets the hurt on the Thursday. And maybe thats why I still play. Not because I feel you will change, but have accepted this is just who you are, for whatever reasons you have. And although I will never want you to be mine, I will always have this place for you, because despite understanding the what you are, I will never know the why. And with every random ping that comes in, it’ll be the food that feeds that thought that still lingers.

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