#he’s bummed about his eyes but he’s just glad he’s alive

[gldnboi]

Matt lost his eyes from some acid. He has the scars around his eyes as well. It’s a bit gnarled. And he’s just lucky they weren’t completely destroyed to the point where he couldn’t get cybernetic replacements.

#burn it down #fahc Matt #poor werewolf boy #he’s bummed about his eyes but he’s just glad he’s alive

[virgoilluminati]

Belongings

Chapter 9 (part 2): “Do you think I’m cool too, or am I too into you?”

(Series Masterlist)

A/N: Part 2, is here, your welcome!!! I have spent all day on this fic and I am so happy it’s finished. The more I write about these two the more I am so grateful I decided to write fanfics again. By far, my best chapter to date. Too many things are unpacked here (hahaha). Love you all - V ❣️

Warnings: Angsty, smutty but not really. FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFY 💕

Word Count: 3.2k

“Good Morning Harry.” Y/N whispers excitedly, pulling him for a warm embrace before marching over to the windows, and letting the warm sunshine touch her face.

She was wearing very little, only a borrowed shirt of Harry’s which covered her boobs and the waistline of her bum. The rest was open for the world too see. Immediately feeling protective of her, Harry quickly moves over consuming her in a hug, his back faced against the window, so no one could get a peak at what was his.

"Good morning, dove.” Harry replied with a smile, returning the embrace. He watched Y/N as she moved towards the windows, her face illuminated by the soft rays of the morning sun. Her excitement was infectious, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment in her presence.

Joining her by the window, Harry leaned against the frame and enjoyed the view together. The world outside seemed to come alive with vibrant colors and gentle sounds. The warmth of the sun on their skin brought a comforting feeling of serenity.

As Y/N basked in the sunlight, Harry couldn't help but admire her. Her joy radiated from within, and it was evident in the way she embraced every moment. He felt fortunate to share these simple but beautiful moments with her. “Your so pretty,” He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch tender and affectionate.

Together, they stood in silent harmony, soaking up the morning sun, and embracing the beauty of the world around them. It was a moment that reminded them of the simple pleasures that could be found in everyday life and the love they shared.

“Dove? I like it.” Y/N smiles at the new nickname, knowing it made both their hearts flutter with the knowledge that they had new nicknames for each other.

Harry grinned, his eyes lighting up at Y/N's response. He had chosen the nickname "Dove" for her because it symbolized peace, purity, and love – qualities that he saw in her every day. Hearing her express her fondness for it filled his heart with joy.

"I'm glad you like it, Dove," Harry said, his voice filled with warmth. "It just felt right, you know? Like it perfectly captures your gentle spirit and the way you bring calmness into my life." He brushed his thumb lightly across her cheek, his touch soft and affectionate.

Y/N's smile widened, and her eyes shimmered with happiness. She loved how Harry always found unique ways to express his love and affection. The new nickname held a special significance between them, a secret language that deepened their connection.

"Your such a softie" Y/N replied, her voice filled with tenderness. "I’m glad though. Never felt this way for anyone before."

Harry's heart fluttered at her words, his love for her growing stronger with each passing moment. He cherished the intimacy they shared, the way they could create their own beautiful moments and symbols of their love.

Leaning in, Harry pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead. "You’ve always been my dove y’know. My source of peace and sanctity. Just never told you till’ now.” He admits, his hand rested on her waist.

“Always? Harry - how long.” Y/N asked this time filled with both curiosity and guilt. A part of her felt like she had been distracted and dishonest, unable to truly see Harry’s feelings for so long.

Harry noticed the mixture of curiosity and guilt in Y/N's eyes as she questioned him. He understood the weight of her emotions and the self-reflection she was going through. Gently placing his hands on her shoulders, he looked into her eyes with a reassuring gaze.

“A while, tha’s all-.” He lied, not wanting to tell her that he fell for her the minute he had met her.

As Y/N listened to Harry's response, a part of her sensed that he wasn't revealing the full truth. She noticed a hint of hesitation in his voice and the way his eyes flickered momentarily. Despite her curiosity, she didn't push further, respecting his decision to keep his feelings to himself.

She let out a huge sigh before checking the time realising that their train would be arriving in the next couple of hours. “I wish we could just stay like this forever. And never have to face the music.”

Harry's heart ached with understanding as he sensed Y/N's yearning for an eternal moment of peace and togetherness. He knew that the real world would inevitably encroach upon their idyllic bubble, and they would have to face the responsibilities and challenges that awaited them. Taking her hand in his, he squeezed it gently, offering her a comforting reassurance. “We can-.”

“Harry we can’t, I’ve got the bakery to get back too, you’ve got interviews and all of that jazz.”

“That jazz.” He laughs, mocking y/ns ignorance to fame, it was one of the many things he loved about her. He pulled her in for a kiss before she could panic anymore, taking her breath away

As their lips met, time seemed to stand still for a moment. The kiss was passionate and filled with a mix of longing and love. Harry's arms wrapped around y/n, pulling her closer to him, while her heart raced in her chest.

“How about, we stay till the weekend? That’s only another 2 days. Your dad won’t mind having the store for a bit longer, and I’ll personally assist you once we are back to get stock up to date-.”

“Harry- “ When they finally pulled away, y/n's breath was slightly shaky. She looked into Harry's eyes, a mix of emotions swirling within her. "I... I can't just drop everything, Harry," she whispered, her voice filled with a hint of regret.

Harry's smile softened, understanding her predicament. "I know, love. I didn't mean to pressure you. I just... I can't help but want to be with you, even if it's just for a little while. Please, dove. There’s so much more we haven’t explored yet. I’m sure this hotel won’t mind us staying another couple of nights. And we can finally be just us for a couple more days, tha’s all I ask, and then once we are ready, we go back and tell Will.”

“Alright, Mr Styles. You’ve persuaded me.” Y/N hums, pulling him in for another kiss.

As y/n's words hung in the air, a surge of joy filled Harry's heart. He couldn't help but break into a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with delight. The second kiss they shared was even more passionate than before, as if the weight of their decision had lifted, leaving only a sense of exhilaration and anticipation.

Harry wrapped his arms tightly around y/n, savoring the taste of her lips. The world around them seemed to fade away once again, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of affection.

As y/n basked in the blissful moment, a nagging doubt tugged at the corners of her mind. It whispered words of caution, reminding her of the responsibilities and complications she would face by embarking on this uncertain path.

**************

“You ready to be a tourist for the day?” Harry asks placing a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. He had put gel in his hair, and had on a classic white shirt, alongside blue cargos, giving very match, tourist dad vibes.

Y/n chuckled at Harry's playful transformation into a tourist dad. She looked at him, taking in the sight of his gel-styled hair and his choice of clothing that exuded a relaxed, vacation-ready vibe. "You certainly look the part, Harry," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

As Y/N turns around, her hair tied up in a ponytail, whilst she wore a pair of high waisted shorts, and a blue blouse, which sat on top of her chest just right. Harry has to admire her beauty, even in natural light. Harry's gaze lingered on y/n, his heart swelling with affection as he took in her effortless beauty. The way her hair was tied up in a ponytail showcased her lovely features, and the choice of her outfit highlighted her curves in all the right places. He couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for having someone so stunning by his side.

She glanced down at her phone which had clearly been on her mind the whole time, causing Harry to be concerned. “What is it?-“

“It’s nothin’”

“What is it?”

“My dad, he- he’s asking how much the bakery rent is, but I thought I paid the bills last week.” Y/n sighed softly, her eyes flickering with a mix of worry and hesitation. She looked up at Harry, her voice tinged with unease.

“Perhaps he’s just trying to get ahead so he can pay for it?”

“Mmm, maybe. It’s this wedding, the money, it’s been stressing him out the whole time. I told him, I didn’t need him to buy anything, that I would speak to Wills family, and get rid of the expensive stuff, but - he insisted, wanted it to be the perfect day,” y/n admits tearfully.

She explains to Harry how everything about the wedding, was supposed to be perfectly organised by her dad, as a thank you for everything she had done for him. But in the process this also meant he was willing to pay too much for a wedding, which would never be perfect. No matter how much he was able to pay.

Y/n's voice softened as she spoke, her eyes filled with nostalgia as she recounted the cherished memories associated with the bakery. "The bakery holds so much meaning for me, Harry. It's not just a business; it's my home, my sanctuary. It's where my parents met, where their love story began. I've grown up hearing stories of how my dad accidentally spilled custard on my mom, and instead of being upset, she laughed and helped him clean it up. It's where they found out they would be having me, their little miracle."

A wistful smile played on her lips as she continued, her voice filled with affection. "Those family memories mean everything to me. One day, I want my own family to be there.”

“That’s where I met you, remember?”

She smiles softly, reminiscing to the long haired Harry, who for months, came in only asking for iced buns. She always found him rather handsome, but it was only when he had attempted to strike up a conversation at Wills, then 18th birthday party, that she found him an interesting soul to be around.

“Y’know. Deep down. I always knew we’d be here together.”

“Did you?”

“Mmhm. We’d be here. Holding onto each other - as the world moves slowly behind us,” he responds pulling her in for a hug.

The couple stay like that for a moment, before realising that whatever was happening at the bakery, was currently out of their control. And after a rather long conversation about the bills, y/n told her father to use her savings if needed, and to not worry about the rent until she was back. The couple knew the world was beginning to move much faster than before, and it was only a matter of time before it caught up with them. Separating them once again.

**************

“Where do we go first? “Harry asks, his hand linked with y/n as they make their way down Trafalgar Square. Y/N shrugs unsure of what there was to do.

As Harry and Y/N strolled through Trafalgar Square, Harry couldn't help but notice a bright red tour bus waiting nearby. His mischievous side took over as he looked at Y/N with a playful grin. "I have an idea. Let's hop on that tour bus and see London from a different perspective."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Harry's spontaneous suggestion. "Are you sure about this? We could explore on our own."

Harry chuckled, his hand gently squeezing Y/N's. "Trust me, love. It'll be fun. Besides, I know a thing or two about these iconic landmarks, and I can give you my own personal tour."

Y/N couldn't resist Harry's infectious enthusiasm, and with a nod, they both made their way towards the waiting tour bus. Despite the chilly weather, they climbed to the top deck, finding a seat with a perfect view.

As the bus began to move, Harry wrapped his arm around Y/N, pulling them closer to keep warm. The wind tousled their hair, but the excitement in their hearts kept them warm. They snuggled together, their eyes scanning the cityscape as they passed by one famous landmark after another.

Harry pointed out each place with a mix of pride and amusement, whispering little anecdotes and stories in Y/N's ear. With his vast knowledge and charming wit, he transformed the tour into a captivating adventure.

"Over there, you see the Houses of Parliament," Harry said, his voice filled with excitement. "I remember once being inside for a charity event. Quite surreal, I must say. And that bridge, the one and only Tower Bridge. I crossed it during the London Olympics torch relay. One of the most nerve-wracking and exhilarating experiences of my life."

“You liar. You’d never be trusted with the torch,” Y/N listened intently before laughing captivated by Harry's tales and the way his eyes sparkled with fond memories, both false and truthful.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh.” He responds before placing a hand over y/ns shoulder as tour bus continued its journey, taking them past Buckingham Palace, St. Paul's Cathedral, and other iconic landmarks that supposedly held special significance for Harry.

“Did you know. I was actually swapped at birth, I am the real prince harry.”

“Your my prince.” Y/N responds, pulling him in for a soft kiss, stopping him for a moment. Before going back to being a performer for the day.

***************

“Harry, let’s take a photo.”

Excited about capturing a special moment with Harry, Y/N pulled out their phone and looked around for the perfect spot to take a selfie. Spotting the iconic red telephone box next to Big Ben, they knew it would make a fantastic backdrop. However, their plans were quickly disrupted as fans began to recognize Harry on the streets.

“Oh shit-.”

Before Y/N could even position themselves for the selfie, a fan approached Harry, requesting a photo. Harry, always gracious with his fans, obliged and posed for the picture. Y/N smiled at the fan's kindness, appreciating their enthusiasm for Harry's talent.

“Would you two like me to take a photo?,”

Seizing the opportunity, the fan offered to take a photo of Harry and Y/N together. Y/N gratefully accepted, handing over their phone to the fan, who skillfully framed the shot. With a quick thank you, Y/N and Harry stood side by side, smiling for the camera.

However, as more fans started to gather and the excitement grew, Y/N realized that it might not be the best time to linger around. They thanked the fan once again for the photo and hurriedly made their way onto a tour bus.

The mob of fans had become restless and consistent, with more people recognizing Harry and joining the group. Y/N didn't want to attract too much attention or cause any disruption, so they decided it would be best to retreat to the safety of the bus.

As they stepped back onto the bus, Y/N let out a relieved sigh. She turned to Harry with a mixture of excitement and relief, showing him the selfie she had managed to capture amidst the chaos.

“I look horrendous.” He laughs, gesturing to his face which had not been ready for the photo. Y/N laughed before mimicking his face.

“Hmm. Well I think I’ll keep this. For old times sake, of course-.” She said sarcastically, placing her phone back in her pocket.

“As long as you don’t give it to Mitch, or bribe me with it when I’m old-” Harry responds, laughing, his heart full with the memory just created. It might not have been the serene and planned moment they had envisioned, but it was a memory they would cherish, capturing a brief glimpse of their time together in the bustling streets of London.

The more time Harry spent with y/n the more he realised how perfect she was for him. Not only was she physically beautiful (and admittedly out of his league) but she also possessed patience and kindness which would help her to deal with the continuous pressure of being in the public eye. She didn’t seem to let the fame of Harry get to her, and despite the crowds of fan girls who stood outside the bus screaming his name. She seemed content, knowing that he was hers and not needing to fight away the numerous fan girls. Which had driven people away before.

In that moment, he wanted nothing more then to finally admit his true feelings, that not only did he like her, but he was in love with her. And always had been, but he worried not only was it tricky, but given the circumstances of their relationship, to already admit he wanted to marry her and create a family with her, was probably too soon.

“What?” Y/N asks, seeing him begin to daydream.

“Nothin,”

“Nah, what Harry-.”

“Your just so unbelievably out of my league. I cannot understand how I managed to get you-.”

“Your kidding.” Y/N laughs, before gesturing to the thousands of fans which had now queued to get onto the top of the bus. “Your Harry, Fuckin’, Styles - how am I out of your league?”

Harry gazed at Y/N, a mixture of adoration and sincerity in his eyes. He reached out to gently cup Y/N's face, his thumb tracing their cheekbone. "No, love, you don't understand. It's not about fame or popularity. It's about the incredible person you are, the way you make me feel, and the way you see me beyond all of that. If I explained everything, we’d never leave this bus, but believe me y’are.”

As the tour bus pulled away, Y/N looked back at the crowd of fans, realizing the incredible impact Harry's presence had on people. They couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and sympathy for Harry, knowing that moments of privacy and tranquility could sometimes be hard to come by.

Together, Harry and Y/N settled back into their seats, continuing their tour of London from the safety of the bus, cherishing the few stolen moments they had managed to capture amidst the fervor of the city.

*****************

As Harry and Y/N sat on the tour bus, listening to the conductor drone on about the history of London, Harry couldn't help but feel a growing sense of annoyance. He glanced around at the other guests, their expressions ranging from mild interest to sheer boredom. Harry leaned over to Y/N and whispered, "I bet I could give a better tour than this guy."

Y/N chuckled softly, intrigued by the mischievous glint in Harry's eyes. "Oh, really? Well, show me what you've got, Mr. Styles."

Harry grinned and cleared his throat, adopting a slightly exaggerated British accent. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Harry Styles London Experience. Now, if you look to your right, you'll see one of the most iconic landmarks of this fine city—the Big Ben. It's not just a clock, my friends, it's a time traveler's best friend. Trust me, I've been late enough times to know."

Y/N burst into laughter, unable to contain their amusement at Harry's impromptu tour guide skills. As the bus continued its journey through the city, Harry continued to point out moments and places that held personal significance for him.

"And now, folks, we have arrived at Downing Street," Harry announced as the bus stopped outside the famous address. The official tour guide began explaining the roles of the government, but Harry had a different story to share. He leaned closer to Y/N, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You know, once upon a time, I had a little adventure right here. Met David Cameron, the Prime Minister at the time. It was all very official, but then we decided to do something spontaneous." Harry's eyes sparkled with mischief as he recalled the memory.

"We ended up filming a music video for 'One Way or Another' right here on Downing Street. It was quite the experience, let me tell you. We had a blast, and I think David secretly enjoyed it too," Harry shared, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

Y/N couldn't help but imagine the scene, picturing Harry and David Cameron dancing and singing on the steps of Downing Street. The thought brought a smile to her face.

As the tour bus continued its journey, Harry continued to sprinkle his own anecdotes and personal connections into the tour, making the experience truly unique for Y/N. Together, they enjoyed their own little adventure through the streets of London, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

******************

“Y/N, if I get on the London eye. I might spew.I hate heights.” Harry complains, Y/N looks at him coyly pretending to be understanding until she screams:

“Stop being a massive baby.”

Harry looked at Y/N with a mixture of amusement and feigned offense. "A massive baby, am I? Well, fine then. If it means that much to you, I'll conquer my fear of heights just this once."

Y/N grinned triumphantly, their playful banter continuing as they made their way towards the London Eye. Harry's unease was evident in the way he clenched his fists and took deep breaths, attempting to steady himself.

As the giant wheel ascended, Y/N could sense the nervousness emanating from Harry. They reached out and gently took his hand, offering a reassuring squeeze. "You've got this, Harry. I'll be right here with you."

The view from the top was breathtaking, with the city sprawled out below them. As they admired the sight, Y/N turned to Harry, a curious look in their eyes. "So, Harry, earlier today you mentioned that you've liked me for a while. How long is 'a while' exactly?"

Harry's eyes widened slightly, realizing that Y/N had seen through his attempt to downplay his feelings. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before answering honestly. "Honestly, from the very first moment I laid eyes on you, I felt something. It was like a spark, an instant connection that I couldn't explain."

He smiled softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "And from that moment on, it only grew stronger. Every time we spent together, every conversation, every smile—I couldn't help but fall deeper. You have this incredible way of making me feel seen and understood. It's like you complete a part of me I didn't even know was missing."

Y/N's eyes shimmered with warmth and affection as they absorbed Harry's heartfelt words. "Harry, I had no idea. I’m sorry I never knew. I just presumed you were happy, you were always with other girls. And well, I was always with Will even before we were together.”

Harry leaned in, gently brushing his lips against Y/N's forehead. "You remember Wills bday party, when he asked you to speak to him. That’s when I knew I had to hide my feelings. I couldn’t get you hurt, and I thought you were happy-.”

“But Harry, he never had the talk with me.”

“He didn’t? But after that moment -“

“He didn’t leave me alone for the next two years. Practically came to the bakery every day asking just to see me. First I thought it was nice. That someone was interested in me, but then he came all the time. It actually became rather annoying. “

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It was during your breakup with one direction. I didn’t want to be a burden. You looked genuinely disheartened and I hated feeling like I was responsible for anything that upset you- besides Will and I did end up together anyways. I presumed you’d moved on, given the amount of girls you were seen out with and I thought I would too-. I do love Will. Just not- just not the same way I love you.”

Harry's eyes widened as he listened to Y/N's revelation, his heart skipping a beat. He reached out, gently cupping her face, his voice filled with a mix of surprise, regret, and anger . He paused for a moment, searching for the right words to convey the depth of his emotions. "I was lost after the breakup, trying to figure out who I was outside of the band. And yes, I went out with other girls, trying to distract myself, but none of it felt right. None of them compared to what I felt for you."

Harry's gaze held a sense of longing and vulnerability as he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I had lost my chance, that you had moved on with Will. I convinced myself that I needed to move on too.”

“Guess we both misread things.” Y/N laughed slightly as a tear left her eyes. In all honestly whilst she was frustrated that she had let so many years gone, trying to fall for someone who she did not love. She was happy that now they had finally made their way back to each other.

Harry wiped away Y/N's tear gently, his voice filled with tenderness. "Yes, we did misread things, didn't we? But sometimes, life has its own way of guiding us back to where we truly belong. And now, here we are, finding our way back to each other." He held Y/N's hand tightly, a small smile forming on his lips.

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[pftones3482]

Okay I can see why people are bummed about certain parts of the Season 5 finale, but it was genuinely??? So good??? Like it was not bad at all, it's wild to me that people are calling the whole thing terrible because of like. Two plot points.

Spoilers and thoughts under the cut (in no particular order):

I fucking loved the Bug Noire design, her eyes were so COOL LOOKING

The classmates all getting their kwamis back STOP 😭😭😭😭 Wayzz and Trixx get to hang out all the time now that's so cute I'm gonna die.

I need an entire episode about what the fuck Jagged Stone, Penny, and Luka were up to because WHAT WAS THAT?

Loved getting to see the other heroes again, it was a nice change of pace

GOD TIKKI AND PLAGG??? WHAT?? The lighting in that scene was so pretty 10/10

I'm glad Gabriel fucking died he deserved it 🖕

Following that, I truly think that if Gabriel's plea had come even one season ago, I would have felt more sympathy for him. I felt none. I was rolling my eyes while he was crying. You locked your son in a literal prison Gabe. You are beyond redemption.

Really liked the parallel of this episode with Ladybug fighting w/o Chat while the classmates help out and the episode Representation, where Chat was fighting w/o Ladybug and the classmates were helping out. Not QUITE the same, but I'm glad we did get a fairly Chat-centric episode before the finale

Adrien absolutely deserves to know that his father was Hawkmoth. But he's also had like. The SHITTIEST fucking life the last year or two. His mom fucking died, his dad stopped being a dad, he was overworked, never allowed to see friends, was a whole ass superhero on top of that, and then his father sent him to a different fucking country so he couldn't be with his girlfriend. And then said father DIES and suddenly his mom is magically alive and Nathalie isn't on deaths door??? Yeah, I'd give him some time to process and just be a kid for once too. He is definitely going to find out, and when it does it'll be angsty and I will enjoy it

I really hope they don't drag out the Lila plot five more seasons. This show has fallen victim to the "too many seasons" problem and at this point I'm mostly in it for the kwamis and the classmates relationships lol

God poor Nooroo can't catch a break 😭

While I was low-key hoping for a reveal, it would have felt really forced and out of place given that Chat Noir literally didn't show up until the very end of the season finale, so I'm glad they didn't shoehorn it in

Alya. Round of a fucking plause for Alya please and thank you. Also please I need more of her and Plagg they were adorable the way he went to her for help when he couldn't find Marinette

Actually round of applause for all the classmates trying their damnedest to keep the city from falling to chaos I love them all so much together

Love that these kids have just fully accepted that their principal is a little wacky and they continue to include him

BABY BUSTIER I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

Marinette was so fucking snappy and good with the comebacks during her fight with Gabriel it was fantastic

Also the way she reacted to seeing him as Gabriel was INSANE the animators did such a good job with that

Back to Alya for a hot sec, the way she looked at Nino during the classmates group hug was so soft 😭❤️

Adrien understanding that he was at high risk of hurting the world as Chat Noir and being under the influence of nightmares is such a mature move. Alya realizing the same thing? God give them more SCENES together

Once again. TIKKI AND PLAGG???? TF???

In conclusion:

The finale wasn't bad, you guys are just upset there wasn't a reveal and that Adrien still doesn't know his dad was a literal terrorist. Which is valid, you can be upset about it, but the rest of the finale was pretty damn satisfying and it's a disservice to the crew who worked on it to just dismiss it entirely.

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml season 5 spoilers #conformation spoilers #recreation spoilers

[cinnamonspicewritingroom]

More Than Diamonds

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Princess! Reader Description: Britain has gained themselves a new royalty nearing the debutante ball of 1813. Princess Amelia of Siam was sent as the new Ambassador of Siam. In Britain Princess Amelia was able to find her family, but will that be all?  After the failed courting between Daphne and prince Friedrich, it was a surprise to everyone that he stayed in London. However, Prince Friedrich is anything, but a coward. He came to Britain to find a wife and one failed courting will not chase him out of the country with a tail between his legs.  What both Amelia and Friedrich never thought to happen is, the friendship that blossomed between them and their growing feelings for one another. Friedrich was never a coward, but he is when it comes to Amelia. Everyone said Amelia is a genius, but not when it comes to love, because she is truly lost on what to do with these butterflies in her stomach. Tags: Slow burn, Coming of age, Time-Travel, Back to the past, Friends to Lovers, Royalties, Oblivious!FLxObvious!ML, Jealous! Friedrich, Slightly Possessive! Friedrich, Black cat gf, Golden retriever bf Timeline: S1&S2

Chapter 3. Return

Twenty three years… 

That was how long it has been for them. 

Since they last saw her, hear from her. 

As if it was a nightmare from yesterday, they remember as if it was yesterday. July of 1790 when they discovered their dear daughter, only daughter… Felicia ran away, and disappeared to god knows where. 

They searched for her, everywhere in the country, and around Europe and America for about a year, but no result. Not until now, written on two pieces of papers is a letter from their dear daughter Felicia. 

“Oh my god… Dear–” Abigail, the Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh traced the words on the letter with trembling fingers, and eyes full of tears. Her husband, William, caught her fingers in his arms, and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. He is as well, emotional, as tears fill his eyes. 

“Yes love… A piece of news from Felicia, our little bunny…” By this point William did not care if his beloved daughter eloped, he was just glad that she was alive, well, and happy. This is the third time the husband and wife re-read the letter as Felicia told them about her marriage to the King of Siam, and becoming the Royal Consort, gave birth to two children, her eldest, a son, Somdet Chao Fa Gan Sirichai Tanawat, and her youngest, a daughter, Somdet Chao Fa Apsara Chaiya Kanika. 

“Abby, my love… We need to reach out to the Queen, and contact the ambassador-” The Duke quickly got up from the sofa they were seated, and to his study to write a letter to the Queen so they could reach Siam’s Ambassador to Great Britain.

***

Siam’s Ambassador to Great Britain is currently pacing back and forth in her office, clenching her fists hard in order to prevent picking on her skin, which could damage the aesthetic of her hands. 

God– Amelia really wants to throw herself off a cliff. What in the actual fuck is going on? How in the 7th circle of Hell did she ended up in the middle of bum-fuck Bridgerton series. Right now is 1813, so Daphne’s season. It has been almost 20 years since she thought about that series! When Amelia retrieved her memories after her death, never in her life would she thought her fucking attachment to that series is important.. Until now!

“Goddamn Davika-” Amelia sat herself on the sofa in her office as she ran her fingers in her hair, devastated. “Dear Ganesha, give me luck and wisdom for this new beginning. Lord, give me strength.” A plan. She needs a plan, and a timeline of the series, and most of all, staying away from the Bridgerton clan all together. Amelia stood up and went to her desk, grabbing several papers and a pen. 

“Let’s list down several things… I am currently in the 1st Bridgerton series, which features Phoebe Dynevor who played Daphne Bridgerton and Rege-Jean Page who played the Duke of Hastings.” Amelia mumbled as she wrote on the paper.

“It’s still February, so I have two months until the start of the series. Now, let’s think about what happened, Davika. You can do it… Daphne and Penelope made their debut…Then the… Featherington cousin, what’s her name? Came to London… Anthony kept being a nitpicking bastard, which led to Daphne not gaining any suitors and that’s where Nigel Berbrooke came in.” Amelia wrote on the paper before it stopped as she thought about what else happened throughout Season 1. 

“Simon came to London and got roped into the whole ball. That’s how he met Daphne-” Amelia’s brows furrowed in an attempt to remember what else happened. “How did they striked the deal again? And- That prince… When will he show up again– Wait a minute… The plot only revolves around Bridgerton, and people close to them…” Amelia mumbled, “If I don’t get near them, I will not get dragged into it…” A smile spread on her face as she placed down her pen. “Let’s do that. Avoid the main cast as much as possible.” Amelia walked back to the sofa and sat down, sighing in contempt.

***

Queen Charlotte’s brow furrowed as she focused on the letter in her hand. Apparently this is the same letter she sent to the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh four days ago from the King of Siam through the Siam Ambassador to Great Britain.

“We searched for her high and low here, in Europe, and in America… Who could have thought that fickle nephew of mine ran away to Siam.” The Queen sighed, feeling a headache surging at the thought of her sweet nephew, Felicia. Charlotte opened her eyes, and directed her gaze at her brother-in-law and his wife sitting in front of her. 

“My Queen, sister… I beg for your assistance to connect us with the ambassador who brought this letter… We need to know more about how our dear Felicia is faring, and if there is a chance for us to meet…” Amongst all of her husband’s siblings, Charlotte is most fond of William, he is frail and soft-hearted by nature, so watching him whimper for any way to connect back to his daughter is very heart-wrenching for her. 

“Of course, we will contact Lady Chakri right away. Brimsley–” In a second, the Queen’s assistant, a plump middle aged man with dark hair, was at her side. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Brimsley greeted, ready to serve the Queen. “Send a letter to the Siamese Embassy. I would like to ask for a meeting with her as soon as possible, one that involves both Siam and Great Britain.” Brimsley nodded, and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

***

Amelia and Hugo were in the middle of a meeting with a new Duke, Simon Hastings, replacing his father who is on his death-bed, when Lynn burst into the room unannounced, looking rather distraught.

“Apologies, Your Grace.” Lynn curtsied to Simon before turning to Amelia. “Milady, we received an urgent call from Buckingham Palace. The Queen requested an immediate audience with you.” This alarmed Amelia who quickly stood up from her chair. It is impossible for her to screw up this early, it’s not even a week yet since she arrived in Great Britain. 

“Your Grace, I apologise for cutting our meeting short, but I think it is best if we resume another time.” Simon nodded and stood up. “Alright, I hope everything goes well, Lady Chakri. Do send me a letter when you are available to resume our discussion.” Simon exits the room after exchanging a quick greeting with Lynn, and Hugo.

Lynn, Amelia, and Hugo exchanged a look before they all took a seat in the meeting room, no one would like to enter a battlefield without any sort of plan. “We made no mistakes. It is way too early to create any at all.” Amelia firmly stated, which Hugo and Lynn agreed to. 

“Was it one of the Princes?” Lynn speculated based on the debate between Amelia and Prince Frederick five days prior to today. Amelia furrowed her brows, well shit… Could be, but really? It is childish to burn down a bridge over mutual debate, and the Prince Regent and Queen know they are not in the position to declare another war when they are still in war with Napoleonic Wars with the French, War of 1812 with Americans, Peninsular War with Portuguese and Spanish, and Gurkha War with Nepalese, so the most they would demand is an apology, which she could demand back. 

“I don’t know, I don’t think this is due to the debate. If it is, they should realise that Prince Frederick started it first. On top of that, I do not think they would sacrifice their relationship with us, Siam is the only neutral land between Great Britain and France.” Amelia hopes so, but if not then what else? Back then she only had a debate, had tea with the Queen, saw her garden and peacock collections and- That damned letter!

“The letter…” Amelia uttered quietly, but Lynn and Hugo were able to pick up what she said. “The one from the King?” Lynn asked, uncertain, but Amelia nodded. “That’s the only unknown equation left. The only thing unknown to us, and the most possible to cause this chaos.” Amelia stood up, followed by Hugo and Lynn. They have taken too long, it’s time to face the music.

***

“Welcoming Lady Amelia Chakri, Lady Lynn Yontarak, and Lord Hugo Lamon.” They were declared as they were escorted inside the gazebo in the park. The three Siamese could see the Queen with two other people, a man and a woman, the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh Amelia presumed. 

“Your Majesty,” Amelia and Lynn curtsies, and Hugo bowed his head in respect, before they all turned to the other two occupants in the gazebo. The Queen quickly hopped in to introduce them to the Siamese. 

“Lady Chakri, I apologise for summoning you urgently, however, I would like you to meet Prince William Henry and his wife, Princess Abigail nee. Bridgerton, Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh.” The Duke and Duchess smiled at the three youngsters from the foreign nation.

“Nice to meet you, Your Grace. I am the current Minister Plenipotentiary, and Ambassador of Siam to Great Britain, Amelia Chakri, and these are my co-workers, Lady Lynn Yontarak who handles the Public Affairs Section, and Lord Hugo Lamon, the Head of Office of Defense Cooperation.” The three Siamese quickly greeted the two, who smiled at the show of respect, and perfect mannerism. 

After the introduction, the three Siamese joined the British Royals in the gazebo, being served tea and snacks. It did not take long after they settled down for the questions to launch off. 

“Lady Chakri, the letter given by the King of Siam… Were you aware of the content?” The Queen questioned Amelia who sipped her tea, and placed it silently on the saucer. “Unfortunately, I haven't a clue on the content of the letter as the King handed me the letter when I was reporting on the day of my departure. I presumed that during his stay in Great Britain he made… a precious bond?” The Duke slammed his fist on the table. 

“Precious bond? Your King seduced my daughter and took her away with him–” The Duke almost shouted, but was quickly reprimanded by the Duchess and The Queen. “Dear!” “Your Grace!” Amelia choked on her scone at the exclamation. “Pardon me? Your Grace–That is a serious accusation you made against my country and my King.” Queen Charlotte could feel the surging of a headache. William’s temper could potentially cause a rift, and problems between the two countries; which is the last thing they need. 

“Lady Chakri, I apologised for his fumes, but please read the letter from your King– This will help to explain the situation.” Duchess Abigail handed Amelia the same leather pouch with Rattanakosin emblem on it. Amelia eyed the pouch, before eyeing the Duchess. This might be a rude gesture, but as the Ambassador whose country’s name has been besmirched by the Duke, this is a defence, and not an offence. 

Amelia took the pouch while maintaining a sharp eye contact with the Duchess, only breaking it to unbox the pouch, and get the letter inside. 

My Dearest Mother and Father,

It is with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes that I finally sit down to write to you after twenty-three long years of silence. The weight of time has been both a burden and a blessing, shaping me into the woman I am today, far removed from the young princess you once knew.

It feels like a lifetime ago that I first met Rama II, the Crown Prince of Siam, in the hallowed halls of the Siamese embassy in Britain. The moment our eyes met, I knew that my fate was sealed, that my heart belonged to him and him alone. Little did I know then that our love would set into motion a series of events that would lead me far from the comforts of home and into the unknown depths of a foreign land.

In 1790, I made the decision to leave behind everything I had ever known and journey to Siam to be with Rama, to embrace a future that was uncertain but filled with promise. The journey itself was fraught with danger and uncertainty, and there were many moments when I questioned the wisdom of my decision. But love, dear Mother, love has a way of blinding us to the realities of the world, filling our hearts with hope and our minds with dreams of a brighter tomorrow.

The wedding, Mother, oh, the wedding was a spectacle unlike anything I had ever seen before. The palace grounds were alive with the sounds of music and laughter, and the air was filled with the intoxicating scent of flowers and incense. As I walked down the aisle to meet my beloved at the altar, I felt as though I was floating on air, my heart overflowing with love and joy.

But beneath the surface, there was a sadness that lingered, a sense of loss that gnawed at my soul. For you see, dear Mother, despite the grandeur of the occasion, I could not shake the feeling of being an outsider, of not truly belonging in this foreign land. The Siamese court did not recognize me as queen due to my foreign birth, bestowing upon me instead the title of Royal Consort, a position that carried with it both honour and humility.

The years that followed were a whirlwind of emotions, a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows. In 1792, our son, Gan Sirichai Tanawat, came into the world, a precious gift that filled our lives with laughter and love. The birth was a joyous occasion, celebrated with feasting and merriment throughout the kingdom. And in 1796, our family was blessed once again with the arrival of our daughter, Apsara Chaiya Kanika, a radiant presence that brought light to even the darkest of days.

But amidst the joys, there was also sorrow, dear Father, a deep and abiding sorrow that gnawed at my soul. I found myself adrift in a sea of unfamiliar customs and traditions, struggling to find my place in a land that was so different from my own. The language was foreign to my ears, the mannerisms strange and perplexing, and the climate unforgiving in its intensity.

There were moments, dear Mother, when I longed for the warmth of your embrace, for the guidance and wisdom that only a mother can provide. I missed the familiar comforts of home, the laughter of family gatherings during the holidays, and the simple pleasures of life that I had once taken for granted. But through it all, I have found solace in the love of my dear husband and our two beautiful children. They are my rock, my anchor in a sea of uncertainty, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

My dear parents, I beg of you, do not hate me for the choices that I have made, for the path that I have chosen to walk. Know that I love you both with all my heart, and that not a day goes by that I do not think of you and the family that I left behind. Though the distance between us may be great, the bonds of love that bind us together remain unbroken, and I pray that one day, we may be reunited and that the pain of our separation may be eased by the embrace of our love.

With all my love and longing,

Felicia

Amelia wanted to bash her head to the nearest concrete as she could feel the surging migraine. She pinched her nose bridge, and let out a sigh as she passed the letter for both Lynn and Hugo to read. 

Damn, her parents are really out to get her ain’t they? To top it off– Sending a letter to her mom’s parents, her grandparents?? 

“I’m sorry, but I’ll be frank and ask this out front. What is your point in showing us this letter?” Amelia folded the letter, and put it back neatly in the pouch, handing it back to the Duchess. “Reading this letter, it is different from your claim, Your Grace. In fact Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia walked out of the country with her own two feet, without any force from Siam, or the King.” Despite the honesty, her words angered the Duke. Amelia could see steam coming out of his ears as his face reddened.

“How dare–” “Exactly, Sir. How dare you to mock our King, and our country in front of its Minister Plenipotentiary, when you yourself know the truth behind the situation. The letter clearly said that Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia decided to leave Great Britain to marry King Rama II on her own free will without force from any parties involved.” Amelia intercepted, which shocked everyone, even Hugo and Lynn. 

Prince William was about to retaliate, but was stopped by Queen Charlotte who raised her hand with her palm open in a stop motion.”Let us cease the hostility, shall we? If possible, I would like to continue our discussion without damaging the relationship between our countries.” The Queen gave Prince William a hard stare, which made him back down from any rebuttal he had.

The Duchess fidgets in her seat, and in her silence Amelia decides to analyse both of her grandparents. While mostly her mother got her colours and structures from her grandmother, her smile is definitely inherited from her grandfather.

Amelia understood their frustration, although she couldn’t relate to the pain they felt, imagine waking up on a random morning to find out that your only daughter, who is also your only child, escaped in the middle of the night like a band of thieves. Amelia composed herself, this ain’t her… She rarely lost her temper, but the fact that this whole thing just feels like a set up by her parents, now she has to deal with her grandparents and their grief of losing their only child, keeping her identity down-low, and managing the relationship between Siam and Great Britain. Amelia heaved a sigh. Be the bigger person Amelia. 

“Your Grace–” All the three British nobles perked up and turned to Amelia. “Look, it would be a lie to say I understand the pain of losing a child-” Looking that they are listening thoroughly, Amelia continued with her controversial opinion. “However, this situation has been more than 20 years ago, and the decisions were made without coercion from any Siamese party. Honestly, if it were a year or two after this situation happened, Siam may be able to do something, but what once was Princess Felicia of Great Britain is now the high ranking Royal Consort of the Siamese King who, not only have responsibility to the court, but also has bear an heir and heiress of the King.” Amelia tapped on the leather pouch motioning that everything she said were written on the letter. 

“While it is impossible to return Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia to Great Britain, I would suggest a… recognition–?” Her uncertainty made the three British royals confused, but Amelia quickly continued her sentence. “– of the King and the Royal Consort’s marriage.” She could see that the Duke was getting fired up once more, so she quickly added on to her points.

“Of course formally recognising the marriage will bring several benefits such as further strengthening the tie between Great Britain and Siam, after all it is between two high-ranking royals, and this will make it easier for the both of you to keep in touch, whether by letter or getting an attendance with the Royal Consort, and hopefully, the King, and granted easy visitation to the country.” Now this got her grandmother hopeful, and garnered the Queen’s interest at the mention of forming a stronger bond with Siam.

“However– vice versa I am hoping the same benefits apply for Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia.” Amelia blatantly stared at the Queen as she asked the last bit. 

Right now that is the only solution Amelia could think of. Giving a solution now will buffer her grandparents from bothering her about this matter, and hopefully help her to find a way out of this without interfering with the Bridgerton plot, considering her grandmother is a part of the Bridgerton family.

“Dear… I think what the Ambassador said made sense–” Prince William grumbled at his wife’s words, but he knew what Amelia said was right. His daughter is not someone they could just take out from a country, especially with her status as a Royal Consort who has birthed not only one, but two children of the King.

Amelia munched on her eclair slowly, almost therapeutic, as Prince William contemplated his decision longer. After Amelia’s 2nd eclair, the Duke sighed and nodded, there is no better solution than what the Ambassador provided.

“Alright…I agree to formally recognising the marriage. What step should I take from here?” Amelia smiled behind her cup of tea before proceeding to place it soundlessly on the saucer. “The next step is to bring your daughter back to Great Britain.” The Duke and Duchess turned their heads at Amelia so fast, she was scared it would snap.

“Y-You– Felicia?? Back in Great Britain?” Not yet gramps. Amelia prevented a laugh from escaping, covering it with a nod. “Of course. This is between Great Britain and Siam, no? We will need the Royal Consort in here, therefore she will be able to represent–” The Duchess grabbed Amelia’s hand, startling her. The older woman’s eyes were brimming with tears. 

“Lady Chakri, thank you very much. I truly– I do not know what to say, how to thank you–” Amelia felt really bad for her grandparents, right now the only thing she could do is clasped her free hand over the Duchess. “Do not thank me yet, Your Grace. I still need to contact the King and the Royal Consort, and it would take them approximately a month before she arrives here.” Amelia gave her a sweet smile, before sighing, and turned to the Queen.

“Your Majesty, while I am glad for being able to solve this dispute as peacefully as possible, unfortunately I have prior engagement I must attend to. If I may, I would like to excuse myself.” The Queen nodded in agreement, she called the Ambassador in a hurry, and fortunately she arrived despite her busy schedule. Hugo approached them to stand behind Amelia, pulling her chair to give her space to stand up. Amelia turned towards the Duke and Duchess. 

“Your Grace, we will be in touch soon after I receive an answer from Siam.” Amelia bowed and turned around, but before she walked away, she froze and turned back to her grandparents. They must have been worried sick about her mother. 

“Lynn, give me that newspaper.” The three British royals were confused as the Lady-in-Waiting handed the Ambassador a 2  of newspaper. Amelia gave it a look before placing it on the table, sliding it to the Duke and Duchess. 

“Here, I think you will like this. Take it as my apologies for earlier.” The Duke grabbed it to see a clear picture, not a painting, but photo of a familiar beautiful woman with dark hair sitting sideways on a chair, a raven haired male with tan skin leaning on the right side of the chair, one hand holding on the back of the chair while the other gripping the handle, and on the other side stood straight a tall young man with raven hair, they could spot several European features in him. 

They probably don’t understand what they are looking at, seeing that now cameras are a Siamese invention, and not yet expanded to Great Britain. 

“That is the photograph of your daughter, the Royal Consort Felicia, her husband the King, and their son, Prince Gan. Unfortunately this was taken while their daughter, Princess Apsara was away in Qing.” Choked sobs rising from both the Duke and Duchess, while the Queen stared at the photograph in awe. 

“And- What is this painting? It seemed… Extremely realistic?” The Queen turned to Amelia, who is in a dilemma on how to explain the concept of a photograph.

“That is not a painting, but a photograph. Putting it simply, a photograph is like a magic picture made with a special box called a camera.” Amelia tried to explain, and added hand gestures to help them imagine it better. 

“Essentially, the job of a camera is to capture exactly what's in front of it, just like a mirror. Different from a painting in which it's a picture made by hand with paints and brushes.” The Queen squinted her eyes, if such a magnificent device exists, why don’t they have it already?

“And why have I yet to hear about this ‘special box’?” The Queen asked challengingly, but Amelia is not one to back down, thus she lightly replied. “Maybe because it’s a Siamese invention. I would have explained more, alas, I have a meeting to attend.” Amelia and Lynn curtsied, and Hugo bowed his head before the three Siamese exited the gazebo.

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IMPORTANT NOTES A/N: Hello, how are you guys? I hope you are well. Regarding this story that is following Julia Quinn's hit series, Bridgerton, I would start by saying I read the book first before I watch the Netflix series, thus I apologize if there are some differences with the Netflix version, but I will try to make it as similar as possible. I would also ask the readers to be kind when criticizing this story as this is my first time to actually publishing my work in the open. For the story, as you can see there is a time-travel tag. Our reader was sent back to the past with all the knowledge from the future. If you are also confused with Davika's education, I actually based her using Spencer Reid, a character from Criminal Minds. I also made Friedrich to be a year younger than Benedict when in actuality, he was born in 1794, 2 years younger than Daphne. If you are not interested or felt like those 2 themes ruined a historical romance story, then please do not leave any bad comments as you can just stop reading this story. Thank You Very Much! Much Love, Cinnamon Meilleure's Writing Room

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‘Moving’ Episode 19: Ryu Seung Ryong, Kim Sung Kyun’s Emotional Father-Son Reunion

The penultimate episode of ‘Moving’, the hit Disney+ original series, delivered an intense and emotional showdown between the former agents and the North Korean army. Ryu Seung Ryong, Kim Sung Kyun, and Han Hyo Joo were on the brink of losing but promised to save their children.

‘Moving’ Episode 19: The Final Battle at Jeongwon High School

(Photo : Disney+) The episode began with the continuation of the fierce battle between the former agents and the North Korean army. The North Koreans were determined to complete their mission and bring the file back to their country, while the former agents were willing to do anything to protect their children. Lee Kang Hoon (Kim Do Hoon) was brutally beaten by Park Chan Il (Jo Bok Rae), who had super-strength powers. Kang Hoon was inexperienced and overpowered by his opponent. Their guidance counselor, Cho Il Hwan (Kim Hee Won), tried to stop Park Chan Il, but he failed. Luckily, Lee Jae Man (Kim Sung Kyun) arrived in time and saved Kang Hoon from the North Korean soldier. Their father-son relationship touched the viewers as Jae Man apologized for coming late. Jang Joo Won (Ryu Seung Ryong) was able to defeat Kwon Young Deuk (Park Gwang Jae), who had the same powers as him. Joo Won used his healing abilities and superhuman strength to overpower his enemy. However, the situation turned worse when Kim Deok Yoon (Park Hee Soon) called for backup from their strongest soldier, Lim Jae Seok (Lee Suk Hyeong). Lim Jae Seok had the ability to crush anything with a clap, but he was sensitive to light and could not stand seeing it. Lim Jae Seok unleashed his destructive power and demolished half of Jeongwon High School, causing chaos and panic among the students and teachers. Joo Won had to save Jae Man again from the collapsing building, but he got trapped under the rubble with a metal rod piercing his chest. Joo Won’s eyes were severely damaged by Lim Jae Seok’s attack, and he decided to remove them himself. He told Jae Man to take care of his daughter, Jang Hui Soo (Go Youn Jung), and said his final words: “I love you.” Jae Man managed to escape from the building with Kang Hoon and others before it was too late. He carried Joo Won’s body with him and mourned his death.

The Heartbreaking Reunion of Ryu Seung Ryong and Go Youn Jung

(Photo : Disney+) Meanwhile, Kim Bong Seok (Lee Jung Ha) and Hui Soo were hiding in a classroom with Frank (Ryoo Seung Bum), who had betrayed the CIA and decided to help them. Frank used his healing abilities to treat Bong Seok’s wounds and told him that he was his uncle. Frank revealed that he was Kim Doo Sik’s (Zo In Sung) younger brother, who was kidnapped by the CIA when he was a child. He said that he never forgot his brother and wanted to see him again. He also said that he was sorry for what he had done and asked for Bong Seok’s forgiveness. Bong Seok accepted Frank’s apology and hugged him. He said that he was glad to have an uncle like him. Frank smiled and said that he was proud of his nephew. Hui Soo was worried about her father, Joo Won, who had not contacted her for a long time. She tried to call him, but there was no answer. She asked Frank to help her find him, but Frank said that it was too dangerous. Hui Soo insisted on going out, saying that she could not just sit there and do nothing. She said that she loved her father more than anything and wanted to see him alive. She ran out of the classroom, followed by Bong Seok. They encountered Lim Jae Seok, who was still rampaging outside. Hui Soo tried to fight him, but she was no match for his power. Lim Jae Seok grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up. Bong Seok used his flying abilities to rescue her, but he was also caught by Lim Jae Seok. He squeezed them both until they lost consciousness. At that moment, Joo Won’s voice echoed in Hui Soo’s mind. He told her that he loved her more than anything and that he was sorry for not being a good father. He said that he was proud of her and that she should live happily. Hui Soo regained her strength and broke free from Lim Jae Seok’s grip. She used her healing abilities to heal Bong Seok’s wounds and helped him fly away from Lim Jae Seok. They landed near a truck where Jae Man was waiting for them. He told them to get in quickly and drove away from the school. On the way, Hui Soo saw her father’s body lying on the back seat. She was shocked and devastated. She cried out his name and hugged him, hoping that he would wake up. She asked Jae Man what had happened to him, but Jae Man could not answer. He was also in tears and grief. Hui Soo blamed herself for her father’s death. She said that she should have stayed with him and helped him. She said that she was sorry for not being a good daughter. Bong Seok tried to comfort her, saying that it was not her fault. He said that her father loved her very much and that he sacrificed himself to save them. He said that they should be grateful for his life and honor his memory. Hui Soo sobbed and said that she loved her father very much and that she missed him. She said that she wanted to see him again and hear his voice. Bong Seok hugged her and said that he was there for her. He said that they were not alone and that they had each other. He said that they would get through this together. The episode ended with a heartbreaking scene of Hui Soo and Bong Seok mourning their father’s death, while Jae Man drove them to safety.

Netizens’ Reactions

(Photo : Disney+) The 19th episode of ‘Moving’ received rave reviews from the viewers, who praised the actors’ performances and the director’s skills. They expressed their emotions and opinions on various online platforms. Here are some of the comments from netizens: - “This episode was so sad and touching. I cried so much for Joo Won and Hui Soo. Ryu Seung Ryong and Go Youn Jung are amazing actors. They made me feel their pain and love.” - “Kim Sung Kyun deserves an award for his role as Jae Man. He showed so many emotions in this episode. He was angry, scared, sad, and brave. He was a hero and a father.” - “I can’t believe Joo Won is dead. He was my favorite character in this show. He was so funny, kind, and cool. He had such a great chemistry with everyone. I will miss him so much.” - “The action scenes were so epic and realistic. The special effects were impressive. The director did a great job of creating tension and suspense. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time.” - “I’m glad Frank turned out to be a good guy. He redeemed himself by helping Bong Seok and Hui Soo. I hope he reunites with his brother, Doo Sik, soon.” - “I’m worried about what will happen in the final episode. Will Doo Sik and Mi Hyun survive? Will Bong Seok and Hui Soo be happy? Will Frank escape from the CIA? I can’t wait to find out.”

Conclusion

(Photo : Disney+) ‘Moving’ is a captivating series that combines action, fantasy, romance, and family drama in a unique way. It is based on a popular webtoon by Kang Full, who also wrote the screenplay for the series. The series features a stellar cast of veteran and rising actors, such as Ryu Seung Ryong, Han Hyo Joo, Zo In Sung, Cha Tae Hyun, Ryoo Seung Bum, Kim Sung Kyun, Lee Jung Ha, Go Youn Jung, and Kim Do Hoon. The series has received positive reviews from critics and viewers alike, who praised its plot, characters, cinematography, music, and production value. It has also achieved high ratings on various platforms, such as Disney+, Hulu, IMDb, MyDramaList, and Naver. The series will air its 20th and final episode on September 20th, 2023. It is expected to deliver a satisfying conclusion to the story of the superpowered families. If you enjoyed this article, feel free to share it with your friends and leave a comment below. Subscribe to IDOLS KPOP for exclusive updates and captivating content. Read the full article

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Did this girl scrapbook the ad? 😂 I thought this was the college project she did for her big brother whose flunking.

Lol apparently it was a fluke that she scrapbooked the Equalizer’s ad. Girl, why?

So why are these men in suits having their business meeting right next to a pool that is...in use by the swim team????

Welcome back Joe Morton! Also did not know suicide squad was a sports term. ����😅

Why is this guy always near a lady in a swimsuit? Also why would wear a swim suit to do someone’s nails? Let alone do someone’s nails outside? What if a bug or something flies into the polish? Is this supposed to be like he’s so well connected and powerful? It reads as a terrible manicure. Dude, go inside for a manicure.

Ugh this whole family has put their entire hope and future on their eldest son who got a football scholarship, but then got kicked of the team because he was injured. He keeps trying to find alternative ways to tell them and to like talk about it but they keep talking about his scholarship and bright future and this kids going to start selling drugs. Football player: Hey dad how about I join the family business with you? Dad: This business is crashing down around my ears, but you your business never will and you won’t ever let it will you?

McCall: I’ve talked to your coach and he’s agreed to extend your scholarship for a year. Football player whose whole goal in life was to go pro and make tons of money from that and with 0 educational goals: My sister wrote most of my papers and did  most of my homework. What am I supposed to do?

Gives the kid the watch off his wrist....why? lol it’s solid gold. Okay. I do like the birds of paradise behind him though. This is also a gym but for some reason 90% of time they’re next to the pool.

I adore Brock, and I’m glad he made one more final episode. But since this is the final ever episode with these characters I’m kind of bummed that Control and Mickey aren’t in them. I got used to Scott not being in a lot of them quite a while ago. (Scott’s probably still dealing with the fact he killed a man. 😭) But I mean heck they gave McCall a restaurant with an old friend behind the desk and she’s not been around for a lot of episodes despite what seemed like a move to try and make her a reoccurring regular.

I will say that’s maybe the best response to someone surprising you with a gun. Blows them a kiss. 😂 Ving Rhames did a great job in this episode.

Our football player looks so uncomfortable. 😂

At least Brock is there to keep an eye on them.

Ah yes had to fit in the “I’m a father too” one last time. In response to...uh your son is hanging out with a drug dealer, working for him so I know how you feel. Scott hasn’t done that has he? McCall be nicer to your son. Oh wait. “Sometimes they want love so badly they’ll do almost anything to get it won’t they?” Maybe you haven’t loved your son enough McCall? Huh? I’ve got feelings about that. This is the last one. Welcome to a detour. Robert McCall has three children. One, a girl he was unaware of is the oldest who was raised in Montreal  with a police officer as a father who loves her very much. Then he has Scott and a girl who died as a kid. It’s unknown whether she was a baby or a kid, but I kind of think Scott’s the baby. And here’s my reasoning why. I think they probably had the girl and they loved her very much and then had Scott and the girl died and they sent Scott off to boarding school. Because at one point when Scott’s been accidentally abducted Robert says to his ex wife, that they tried really hard not to be parents. And even though it’s Scott whose in danger they spend most of their time talking about their dead daughter. He talks about her a lot. More so then the son he’s got whose still alive and for most of these seasons, the only child he had. Scott doesn’t seem to be terribly cut up about his sister, just tells his older sister that he’s happy not to be an only child any more and not alone. Which makes me think either he was too young to remember much about his other sister. Heck, Scott might’ve been like a “fix-it/band-aid baby” to try and save their marriage or a mistake. Because the ex-wife has shown up twice, played by two different actresses and essentially in both cases/instances, she doesn’t seem to know much about Scott and seems more or less determined not to...care too much. And it’s kind of a bummer since they introduce Scott in season 1 episode 1 and McCall is all like “I’m here my boy! I’ve retired, let’s fix our relationship!” and then we don’t really see Scott all that much. It feels like they meant to include him more and then had to cut it. It feels like based off that same Scott’s accidentally been kidnapped episode, that there probably were scenes where Scott and his father embrace or have important conversations but they were cut. Possibly for time, but who knows why exactly. But it’s just so sad. Because Mr. McCall plays the “I’m a father” card so frequently and yet he’s never really been a father.

Sure he’s got kids, he’s made kids, but the eldest one he was unaware of, the other daughter died while he was working, and then he ran away so hard and so fast that Scott spends most of his time snapping at his father for abandoning him. That promise in that first episode never got fulfilled and I think that’s what makes me so miffed about the whole thing. The show opens with here’s this ex-spy out to help people and also be there for his musician son and to repair that time spent away and to bond with him and instead that whole string got tied off into a circle, it’s the same ride every episode. They like each other they hate each other they make no progress towards healing. Which is that both of Scott’s parents abandoned him into a boarding school. In McCall’s case, since this is mostly his story, it’s a combination of fear because of what happened to his father and also the death of his daughter and all this grief and trauma but that first episode promises that he’s going to fix that, get better, that he and Scott McCall are going to finally heal and be a family. And each episode Scott’s in, that’s how it ends, but then in the next episode Robert is pissed about something Scott’s done or thinks he’s an idiot or a fool and, it’s dumb stuff, like sometimes Scott makes mistakes and is too trusting, but generally Scott is right. His instincts are almost always right. But McCall never trusts them, never trusts Scott and never tries to teach him the correct way to deal with things so it just continues to go in circles over and over again until the ending where things are better. I mean hell, Robert himself gets kidnapped and almost mortally wounded and they don’t even show Scott and Robert’s reunion at the end of that episode. They instead spend the “tearful reunion” time between some random guy we met for the first time an episode prior and Robert.

And some of this might be because they had planned that spin off with Scott as the main character but since that didn’t happen, it’s just kind of...frustrating.

And there we have it, the final shot of the Equalizer. Kid running off to college with the grapes of wrath under his arm(gift from McCall), his coach and his little sister there to cheer him on as if a college campus is one single building like a high school, and turning back to wave at Mr. McCall. I’ve got a couple other screenshot collections to go through that I never shared. I’ll get those together at some point. But there we go, all done. It’s a weird choice for a final episode, feels like it was cut off before they planned suddenly and so they weren’t able to have that type of episode that most shows kind of do for their finales. Though who knows....maybe 80′s shows are like that????

#mumblings about shows

[outerbankies]

new light blurb: stargazing — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

summary: you think you plan a perfect surprise for your first valentine’s day with rafe, but he might know you a little too well.

warnings: drinking, mentions of sex and weed, terribly explained drinking game bc i’m lazy, a man being gross in a bar

a/n: aka the much-awaited and hopefully not underwhelming jealous!y/n fic. pardon me for making it less funny and more angsty, but it’s me! sorry. thank u for all of the suggestions for names of girls you hate, sorry i couldn't use them all! takes place in-series & was briefly mentioned in the epilogue :)

“I hate you.”

Your boyfriend gives you a shit-eating grin. Your words don’t catch him off guard at all—almost like he expected you to say them. “No, you don’t.”

That makes you huff, no matter how true it is, and you turn to where his roommate and girlfriend stand beside him. “I hate him.”

“I think that’s fair,” Graham nods.

“Dude,” Rafe scoffs. “What the fuck?”

“No, she’s right,” Nora agrees.

“Oh. Of course you think she’s right,” Rafe says, before turning back to face you again. You can feel his eyes on you where you’re still looking at Graham and Nora. “Y/n/n. Seriously.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise!” you cry, feeling the need to stomp your foot like a child, drop your suitcase to the floor of the airport and cross your arms stubbornly. “Why are you here? How did you—Graham, you promised. Nora, I knew we shouldn’t have told him.”

“It wasn’t fucking me!” Graham sputters, eyes wide in indignation. “Ask Nora, I left the room every time he started talking about how much he missed you—”

Rafe’s cheeks flash red, and the embarrassment written all over his face actually makes you feel the tiniest bit less angry for a moment. “Okay, wow. Thanks for that, buddy—”

“—because I can’t keep a straight face for shit, but Nora told me if I told him, she would—”

“Babe, shut up. Right now,” Nora says, punctuating it with a kiss, her hands on either side of his face. “I don’t know how he found out, Y/n. He just came down the stairs with these fucking flowers today and asked if he could bum a ride to the airport.”

The smirk is back on Rafe’s face, and you finally give in, letting your shoulders slump. “How did you figure it out?”

He shrugs. “Your dad.”

“My dad?”

“Yeah. Called me about our fantasy football league last week. Told me to tell you ‘hi,’” he smiles. Rafe remembers the peonies he has in his hands then, extending them toward you. “These are for you, by the way. Do you want them?”

You take them from him, letting Graham take your suitcase out of your hand so you can cradle them carefully. You bite your lip, staring down at the beautiful arrangement, then back up at where Rafe’s smile has gone a little sweeter. “You talk to my dad on the phone?”

“Sometimes,” he shrugs, stepping closer to you timidly. “Are you gonna let me kiss you now? Or are you still mad at me?”

“Oh, I’m still mad. But yes,” you say, finally smiling up at him. You lean up on your tip toes, feeling Rafe’s hand slide into its resident spot on the small of your back, his other hand cupping your chin.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you return, tilting your head until he gets the hint and slots his lips over yours.

“Missed you,” he murmurs out, the hand on your back leaving momentarily to spin his hat around backwards once the kiss gets deeper.

“Missed you, too,” you say in a hush, reveling in the familiar way in which your body comes alive at his touch. All of your nerves feel like they’re on fire—that mixture of safety and comfort paired with a hint of longing and desire that you hadn’t felt in over a month now, since you went your separate ways after the holiday break back in the Outer Banks.

“Okay,” Graham announces. “Glad we’re all happy, but I parked very illegally, so if we could—”

“He’s not kidding. We should go,” Nora says. “Also, so nice to finally meet you.”

You pull back from Rafe at her words, practically shoving the flowers back into his arms and leaving him in a flushed daze, throwing your arms around the girl and jumping up and down while the two of you laugh. “Oh my god, I know!”

—

You felt like you already knew Graham—and subsequently, Nora—fairly well, but Rafe’s two other roommates were more of a mystery to you. You were always nervous meeting new people, but the stakes felt higher when it was some of your boyfriend’s best friends. But Cody and Sawyer made it pretty easy on you, completely embarrassing themselves as soon as you entered the house the four boys shared. You barely made it through the doorway with Graham and Nora, Rafe stuck with your luggage at the car, before they were putting on a show.

The one you know is Cody gasps, standing up from his seat on the couch in the living room. “Oh my god, is that Y/n?”

“Wow! What a surprise!” Sawyer plays along, and you immediately deduce that neither of them are theater majors.

Rafe appears in the doorway at that moment, rolling his eyes at their antics. “Of course these idiots knew about it, too.”

Undeterred, Cody continues. “I’m shocked—truly, no idea. Wow, Rafe, aren’t you—”

“He knew,” Graham sighs, dropping his keys on the table and walking over to the fridge. “He fucking knew.”

“What?” Sawyer asks, looking between Graham, you, and Rafe. Then he turns back to Cody. “Dude, why the fuck did you tell him? We’ve been keeping this secret for a month.”

“Me?” Cody scoffs. “It wasn’t me. It was probably you, jackass.”

They keep arguing, pushing each other back and forth, and you feel Rafe’s chest press into your back, his hand settling on your hip. You turn to look up at him, speaking quietly enough for only him to hear. “Should we tell them it was my dad?”

Rafe’s eyes light up as he watches the back and forth, shaking his head. “Nah. They’ll go for a while if we let them. Wanna come up and see my room?”

You follow him without a second thought, raising your voice loud enough to tell his roommates it was nice to meet them before you both disappear. They both have the decency to pause their bickering for five seconds to yell ‘you, too!’ in unison.

You’d seen Rafe’s college bedroom over FaceTime probably a hundred times, but it didn’t prepare you for how you’d feel actually stepping foot inside for the first time. “Welcome.”

It’s so him that it almost takes your breath away, reduced to spinning in a slow circle in the center of the room, eyes roaming over movie poster on the wall by his bed, every photo of yourself you see stuck on his cork board. He has a pennant from Kildare Academy above his desk, a stack of books you loaned him before going back for the spring semester sat right under it. There’s even a used coffee mug on his dresser but you don’t point it out, thinking he probably missed it while cleaning his other wise immaculate room for you. “Wow.”

“I mean, s’not much. Definitely… not your apartment in California,” he says sheepishly. You turn to where he’s stuck in the doorway watching you, ready to tell him that Davis’s mom had paid to have your entire apartment professionally decorated before deciding against it. Because it doesn’t make your next statement any less true.

“It’s perfect,” you say softly. Your mind flashes with memories of Rafe’s room at Tannyhill, hardly anything lining the cold gray walls besides academic achievements Ward deemed appropriate enough to be displayed. Even his bed sheets here are just warmer, cozier in his college room, the soft blanket of his that you loved looking way more at home here than it ever did on his bed in Tannyhill. Kind of like your boyfriend. “It’s you, baby.”

Rafe’s blushing again, this time at your praise, finally entering his own room and kicking the door shut behind him with a swift, well-aimed heel.

“Yeah. We, uh, got pretty lucky leasing this place after moving out of the dorms. Our landlord’s cool so we’ve been here since sophomore year,” he explains. He sets your suitcase down carefully, before taking you by surprise when his hands cup the back of your thighs, making you horizontal so quickly you bounce a little on his bed. His body follows yours, leaning over you, one arm supporting himself and the other holding your face. He looks around at his room, like he’s seeing it through your eyes for the first time, then back down at you. “Lot of memories here. It is me, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum, finally letting him get carried away kissing you.

“D’you still hate me?” he says against your throat, one of his legs between the both of yours, kneeling on the bed.

“Could never hate you. Slightly annoyed, still,” you laugh.

“Hey,” he says, leaning up to look at you, all pursuits paused. “I really am sorry, I swear the guys gave me no ideas. And we can do whatever you had planned. But I wanna take you to class, and I want Saturday night.”

“You’re forgetting how well I know you,” you tease, kissing his bottom lip. “I knew you’d take over as soon as I got here anyway.”

“Baby,” he groans, hiding his face in your neck.

“And somehow, I just knew there was a chance you’d find out,” you continue. “Because you’re you. And you’re mine.”

“Baby,” he groans again. He pulls back to smile with kiss-bitten lips, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Can’t keep anything from me, can you, sweetheart?”

“Apparently,” you say, knocking his hat off his head so you can tug on some of his hair. “Neither can my dad.”

“Must be where you get it from,” Rafe says lowly, his tone of voice making your head spin and your heart race.

“We need to stop talking about my dad. Like, right this second,” you rush, just about committed to forgetting that there are four whole people downstairs right now, who could definitely hear any of the activities you currently have running through your mind while Rafe’s lips return to their spot on your neck.

But apparently, they hadn’t forgotten about you.

“We’re playing die and we need a fourth. Now,” Sawyer says, banging loudly on the door.

Rafe immediately groans, head hanging while you just giggle, already pushing him off of you to straighten yourself out. “We don’t give a fuck. Go away.”

“Finish up, Cameron,” Cody calls. “Shouldn’t take long, I’m sure. See you downstairs!”

—

“Guys,” Rafe laments, as soon as he steps foot into the backyard. You follow behind him, happily sipping on the wine he’d bought for you. Your favorite, already chilling in his fridge when you arrived. You’d glanced at the mountain of 30-rack boxes in the recycling bin in Rafe’s front yard precariously on your way in—maybe there were some perks to your boyfriend being a smug, know-it all, figuring you out so he could anticipate our arrival. “I’m not playing with these teams. Cody sucks at throwing.”

“Who said you were playing? Y/n, get down here,” Cody calls, gesturing you to come off the porch and take a spot beside him at the table. “You’ve played die before, haven’t you?”

Rafe laughs. “Um… no, she hasn’t.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, practically shoving your red cup into his chest before descending the porch steps without him. “‘Course I have.”

“Alright, love it,” Cody says, extending his hand for a high-five. Rafe watches in disbelief as you take your spot near your new teammate, hurriedly following after you, holding both of your drinks.

“Y/n, are you sure? I can throw for you,” he offers, looking unsure. “This is, like, all we do. They’re really good.”

“You just said I suck,” Cody scoffs.

You pat Rafe’s chest, reaching up to kiss him on the lips. “Relax. Just keep holding my wine.”

Rafe does no such thing, immediately setting both drinks on a precarious-looking picnic table in favor of hovering over you. He’s whispering instructions in your ear while Graham and Sawyer roll their eyes from the other side of the die table, his hands circling around your wrists to show you the proper form.

“You’ll get it. And I’ll drink for you,” he assures you, finally stepping back, but not sounding so sure. “Go easy on her, please.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Graham says, waving him off.

“I think Y/n can hold her own,” Sawyer challenges, watching you curiously.

“We’re never gonna find out if we don’t get this fucking game started,” Cody groans. “Is everyone ready? I’m going.”

Rafe was right, and Cody’s throw is horrible—the die bounces off the table and practically sails into Graham’s waiting hand across from him.

“Fuck,” your teammate swears.

“S’fine. Shake it off,” you tell him. “We got this.”

“Okay, it has to go high, alright, baby?” Rafe reminds you, standing off to the side with his arms crossed. “Not like pong, like really high, okay? Just try to bounce it where they can’t—”

You don’t wait for your boyfriend to finish, staring right at Sawyer’s cup from across the table before you’re leaping up, the die leaving your hand and sailing right into his cup with a soft plunk, some of the beer sloshing over onto the hand-painted table.

“I fucking knew it!” Sawyer says, looking way too happy for someone on the other team, fishing the die out before taking a sip.

“What the fuck,” Rafe says, looking at Sawyer, and then to you. Nora giggles off to the side, raising her cup to you while you smile. “What the fuck?”

The night goes similarly—Rafe watching in awe, only closing his mouth whenever you pass him your beer, sipping it for you without a question. You leave most of the catching part of the game up to Cody, who’s still not faring well in throwing, especially the more impaired he becomes.

“You hustled my roommates,” Rafe accuses, eyes bleary.

“Excuse you,” you laugh. “They asked me to play.”

“Yeah—but, since when were you a fucking pro at beer die?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Since sophomore year,” you shrug, turning back to the game, your die just barely hitting the ground underneath Sawyer where he dove for it.

“Of high school?” Rafe asks, looking like he’s trying to recall ever seeing you running a table at a party. “That can’t be right. I’d know.”

You roll your eyes, smiling. “No, dummy. Of college. McCall and I lived next door to the ATO senior house and she had a crush on one of them. They invited us over literally every weekend. She flirted, but I learned.”

Rafe clears his throat, head cocking to the side looking slightly pleased. “You didn’t flirt, too?”

“No,” you assure him, before a smirk stretches across your lips. “Had a boyfriend at the time.”

Rafe grumbles, downing the rest of his drink. “You don’t even like beer.”

“You don’t have to drink that much beer if you’re good,” you tell him, watching when Sawyer gears up for his next throw. You can tell early on it’s probably going to land in your cup, and it does. Rafe’s fishing the die out and sipping on it for you before you even ask, and you just smile at him, kissing a little bit of foam off of his top lip. “Besides, when you’re cute like me, there’s always a boy around that will drink it for you.”

—

Rafe took you to campus the next morning, ignoring your teasing about how lazy he must be to actually drive to class, throwing it right back at you (“Well at least I don’t leave thirty minutes early like you, just so you can walk to your classes and get all of your steps in for the day.” “You know I’m in a competition with McCall!”) He brings you by his favorite coffee spot, points out all of the buildings he frequents to you, sighing when you both pass by the football stadium (“Wish you would’ve come out during the season. We could’ve tailgated.” “I mean, I tried—” “Alright. Never mind.”)

It’s kind of a lot to keep up with, especially considering you’re still tired from your travel day, and your body clock is running about three hours behind his. But you love seeing him so in his element, introducing you to any of his friends you run into, feeling warmth spread throughout you every time you realize just how often he must talk about you when they already know your name and where you go to college.

He has a small gap before his last seminar of the day, and you’re somehow able to convince him to stay and get some work done at one of the libraries, while you check on emails and get caught up with your own classes back in California. But you wrap up earlier than he does, zoning out, watching him from across the table he’d picked on the fifth floor—saying it was his second favorite, after his original favorite that he couldn’t sit at anymore because it stirred up memories of back-to-back all-nighters for a horrendous econ final his sophomore year. He passed, but apparently the table still had bad vibes, along with a certain brand and flavor of energy drink.

“What?”

You realized you’d been caught staring at him, just shaking your head and trying to go back to your work. “Nothing.”

He hooks an ankle around yours under the table. “Y/n/n. What are you thinking about?”

“I really like you out here,” you admit, shrugging.

He smiles in surprise, looking at you oddly. “When I’m seven states away from you? What does that mean?”

“No, stop. You know I miss you everyday. But you’re just so… I dunno. It’s just nice seeing you in your other home,” you say, thinking over your next words carefully. “When we started going out, I always knew college had done you some good. But I guess I just realized I’ve never pictured you outside of the Outer Banks before.”

“Huh,” he considers, nodding slowly. It might have been the wrong thing to say—the direct comparison of his college life to his home life. But he smiles after thinking about it for a little while, giving you a shrug of his own. “It did do me good, definitely. It made going home easier, knowing it wasn’t always permanent. Well, it used to.”

“What do you mean ‘used to’? Because you know you’re going home for good soon? Or…” you trail off, voice getting quieter.

“No. Well, I guess, yeah. That, too. But…” he says. “I mainly meant that now that’s not the main reason it’s easy going back home.”

You just stare at him in silence, blinking slowly and wondering if the jet lag is getting to you, because you have no idea what he’s getting at. “Okay?”

“Y/n,” he says slowly. His ankle hooks tighter around yours, and you finally get his point, practically melting into your seat with a fast-beating heart and heated cheeks.

You were his reason now.

“Raaafe.”

—

“Are you sure we can’t stay in tonight? We’ll have the house to ourselves,” Rafe says, not looking up from his phone from spot on his bed. You’d completely taken over his desk with your makeup supply while you prepared to go out, not that he minded. Especially since you were sat in his chair wearing nothing but a t-shirt with his letters on it and a tiny pair of shorts after your shower.

“No, your friends wanna go out.”

“Okay, so they can go. And we can stay, we have to catch up on Succession anyway.”

“Rafe,” you sigh in exasperation, barely resisting throwing your head back. “C’mon.”

“It’s our first Valentine’s Day Eve together,” he tries. “That has to count for something, right?”

“It doesn’t, babe,” you say, shaking your head before an idea comes to mind. “I can just go without you.”

Rafe groans, but it’s a losing battle. He’s already been dressed in his jeans and shirt for half an hour now, resigned to a night at the bars with his roommates and some of his friends. “Fine. But I get you all to myself tomorrow, we have to be up early. And can you come do your makeup on the bed?”

“Why?”

“I miss you all the way over there,” he complains.

“The time apart almost made me forget what a whiny baby you can be,” you giggle, swiping on your last layer of lip gloss before standing up, making your way over to your boyfriend and his grabby hands. You slide into his lap, leaning down to kiss him immediately, giggling when he reaches out to taste the lip gloss you left behind on his lips once you pull off.

He makes a face. “Don’t like this flavor. Where’s the other one?”

“I think this one makes me look pretty.”

“You are pretty,” Rafe agrees. “No matter what. So get down here.”

Rafe only has you to himself for a few more seconds before someone knocks on his door, breaking the two of you apart yet again. You hop off of him excitedly, throwing his door open. “Thank god you’re here. I don’t know what I’m supposed to wear.”

“I’ve got you,” Nora says, walking over to your suitcase immediately. She looks up at Rafe, like she just remembered this is his room. “Hey.”

“Hi?” Rafe says, straightening his shirt collar from where you’d just been gripping it. You pick up on his confusion at your interrupted moment.

“I texted her to come up when she got here,” you shrug.

“I could’ve helped you pick out your outfit,” he pouts. You just look at Nora, the two of you breaking out into laughter.

“Wait,” she suddenly gasps, holding up a cropped long sleeve you had laid out as a potential option for the night. “This is so cute. Can I wear it?”

“Of course,” you say immediately. “Rafe, get out.”

“Yeah,” Nora agrees. “And can you make us drinks? Make mine strong, I wanna catch up and I need to be kinda drunk to pull this off.”

Rafe gawks at the two of you, a smile still pulling on his lips. “This is literally my room.”

“Please,” you say, pulling him off of the bed. “You need to get up anyway. Any longer in that bed and you were gonna fall asleep in it.”

“That was the goal.”

“Again, I will leave you here and go out by myself,” you taunt. He rolls his eyes but leans down to kiss you, slipping out with a soft click of the door shutting behind him, waving off Nora’s specific drink requests and saying he’ll just have Graham make it for her.

“Y’all are so cute,” Nora says, bottom lip jutting out. “I love him around you. He’s all… stupid.”

You giggle, wrapping your arms around yourself in sheer embarrassment, and maybe a little giddiness too. “Yeah, I don’t know.”

“Okay,” she says, taking off the top she came in before turning back to your options. “What about for you tonight?”

You check that the door is closed before digging to the bottom of your suitcase, pulling out a new top you didn’t want Rafe to see until it was on you. “What about this one? It won’t be too much for where we’re going, right?”

Nora sticks her head through the hole of the crop top, pausing with the shirt halfway on when she notices what you’re holding up. “Shut the fuck up. He’s gonna lose his mind.”

“He’s gonna tell me to change,” you say, rolling your eyes. Rafe never actually meant it, and it was never about how anybody besides him would look at you in whatever you wore. You wore whatever you want, but you knew certain outfits would guarantee an earlier end to the night than others. And maybe the combination of the last month apart and Rafe’s insistence that you stay in tonight had gotten to you a little, because that was your exact goal tonight.

“It’ll be a miracle if the two of you even make it to the pregame.”

—

Miracles happen, and the two of you manage to make it through both the pregame at Rafe’s fraternity house and the walk to the bar. Rafe wanted to skip the house altogether and just pregame at his own place, but the rest of them insisted you get to have the full experience. It was fun, really different from your own school, and you met tens of people whose names you would be hard pressed to be remembered anyway—but it wasn’t made any easier by the cheap alcohol in your system or the way Rafe had been eyeing you as soon as you came down the stairs with Nora.

“What… is this?” he said dumbly, his hands on autopilot as they roamed your shoulders and back, fingers slipping into gaps in the fabric and tugging experimentally. “What?”

You just giggled. “New top, you like it?”

“Let me guess, McCall?” Rafe murmured, eyes fixated on any areas of exposed skin.

“She helped pick it out,” you admit. “You didn’t tell me if you like it.”

He set his cup down on the counter, dragging you fully into him before pressing a hard kiss onto your awaiting lips. “Love it.”

It’d been all meaningful glances and longing touches after that, Rafe never letting you stray far from him, and hardly taking a hand off of you the entire night unless there was a considerable physical distance between you.

“You’re seriously trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he asks, beneath where you’re practically perched on his lap at a table with his friends. It’d been packed with college students by the time you all arrived—apparently there was some drink special this particular night—but you managed to all squeeze into a booth.

“S’what you get for ruining the surprise,” you shrug, sipping your drink. He groans, his head falling forward until his forehead is resting between your partially bare shoulder blades.

“Wanna go home,” he urges, assuming he’s being quiet enough. “Please.”

“Dude, get it together. We’ve been here for an hour,” Cody calls from beside the two of you, pressed into the wall. He regards you then, amusement in his gaze. “What did you do to him?”

Your cheeks burn and you turn away to lean further into your boyfriend, not sure what to say to that, thankful when Rafe grumbles something along the lines of ‘cut it out.’

Graham stacks his cup into the growing pile of empties in the middle of the table, palms slapping the table top as he stands to get out. “Alright, who wants another round?”

You finish off the rest of your drink while everyone tells him what they want, blushing when he gets to you and Rafe immediately rattles off your order for you. Graham rolls his eyes.

“C’mon, loverboy,” he says, pointing at Rafe. “Help me carry.”

“Fine,” Rafe agrees tapping your hip so you lean over the table enough for him to slide out, his hands dipping way lower on your body than they needed to. He stands at the end of the bench, looking down at you. “You gonna be okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod. He stares you down for a bit longer and you push on his chest. “Go.”

He does, retreating into the crowd with a dopey smile on his face, almost bumping into someone before Graham is telling him to pay attention, shoving him toward the bar first with firm hands on his shoulders.

It’s busy, and you were right to expect he’d be gone for a little while. You talk with Sawyer for a little bit, finding out you have similar majors and comparing the merits of your respective schools’ programs. But a girl you recognize from the pregame approaches your table and he is all ears, making Nora switch spots with him so he can sit at the end of the bench and give her his full attention.

You turn to join the other half of the table’s conversations, which seems to be about where the other round is.

“Why is it so busy tonight?” Nora complains, looking around at the large crowd in distaste. “I miss fall semester when all of the freshmen are still too afraid to use their fake IDs.”

“I know, I want my drink,” Cody agrees, standing up as best he can in the booth to turn around and survey the bar. “Oh.”

He drops into his seat, looking at Nora. You look between the two of them in confusion. “What?”

Nora’s confused too, leaning up to follow where his gaze had gone, then scoffing. “Of course she’s here.”

“Who?” you ask, starting to grow concerned. The two of them share a look, which only makes that feeling grow. “Guys, who?”

You take matters into your own hands, turning to look and see if you can see who either of them are talking about. You’re not sure why she’d stand out in a crowd so easily they’d both be able to spot her—until you spot Rafe’s tall figure instead. And then you see who they’re talking about, because she’s leaning up against the bar beside him, a flirty smile on her face. You only watch them for a few seconds, because you trust Rafe and you don’t want him to look over here and think you don’t, turning and falling back into your seat.

“That’s Olivia,” Nora tells you. “She’s in my sorority.”

“And she’s obsessed with Rafe,” Cody adds. He groans later, nearly jack knifing at the table. “Nora, why the fuck did you kick me?”

“Shut up, she’s not obsessed with him,” Nora says, then turns to you. “She’s not obsessed with him. Well, maybe a little…”

“Oh, so you agree, but you kicked me?”

You leave them to bicker while you sneak one last glance at the two of them over your shoulder. You usually tried not to judge, but you were a girl and you knew the signs—you might agree with Cody on this one. But your boyfriend looks focused on the bartender, shoving Graham when he tried to open a tab on his card, the two of them laughing while they push each other back and forth, nearly spilling a drink. You turn back around, shaking your head at your own antics. Rafe had never given you a reason not to trust him.

“What’s her deal?” you sigh, giving into wherever this conversation is going.

“They had a thing, like, sophomore year?” Nora wonders, looking to Cody for confirmation, who nods.

A thing. “What does that mean?”

“They went out a few times, I think she took him to one of her formals…” Cody says, trailing off before shaking his head. “Either way, she’ll still come up to him sometimes when we’re out.”

“I think you should go fight her,” Nora proclaims.

“Who’s fighting who?” Sawyer says, suddenly clued into the conversation again, his girl nowhere to be seen anymore.

“Olivia’s here. Y/n is gonna go fight her,” she says matter of factly, while you gape like a goldfish at this shift in conversation.

“Yeah?” Sawyer says with a gleam in his eye, immediately giddy at the idea. “Sick. Remember, thumb goes over your knuckles—”

“Guys, I’m not fighting her,” you say incredulously.

“She’s never gonna leave him alone otherwise,” Cody tells you, smiling when your eyes widen. “I’m serious.”

Everyone seems to be in agreement, and you chance one more look over at the three of them, nearly rolling your eyes when you see how close she’s gotten to him.

“Do I… should I go up to him? Or should I just wait it out?” you ask.

“Listen,” Cody says, a heavy arm resting over your shoulders. “Rafe will be fine. He turns down girls like every time we go out.”

He groans again, leaning forward over the table much like he had before. The culprit, Nora, is glaring at him from across the table. “Why the fuck would you say that?”

“S’true!” he cries. The two of them go back to bickering while you sink further into your seat, trying your hardest not to look over at them again.

“Hey,” Sawyer calls softly, getting your attention from across the table. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“I know,” you sigh, leaning your elbows on the table. You hardly know Sawyer but the alcohol and emotions swirling in your body at the moment tell your brain that he’s a trustworthy confidant. “I know. I don’t get jealous, I just… he’s never mentioned her to me before.”

“You guys didn’t even start dating until this summer, right?” he asks. You nod. “They’ve been history. Don’t worry about it. Do you want another round? I can make it a double.”

“Rafe’s bringing me one,” you say, staring at the table.

“Well they’re taking forever and my friend works here,” Sawyer says, already standing up and turning to the other two. “Shots?”

“Please,” Cody says, Nora rolling her eyes at his pained tone of voice before agreeing.

When it’s just the three of you, she sits up straighter, clapping her hands together. “I have an idea. You should flirt with Cody in front of him.”

The boy in question immediately puts space between the two of you, practically slamming into the wall by the booth, even though you made no moves toward him. “I actually plan on living through the night, so fuck no.”

Sawyer returns in record time, and you toss back a shot of whatever he brought before you can think about why your boyfriend still hadn’t made his own way back from the bar yet. “Whoa, okay. Cheers, I guess?”

“M’going to the bathroom,” you say, deciding it’s time to call in for backup. Rafe’s friends were great, but they didn’t know you.

“You sure? I can come with,” Nora says, already gathering her bag, but you wave her off.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll be quick, tell Rafe where I went…” you say, looking for his figure once more, but you can’t see him from this angle anymore. “If he ever comes back over here.”

The three of them exchange glances behind your back, you’re sure, but you beeline to the bathroom you’d been to on the way in, cutting through the sea of bodies. There’s no line when you finally make it inside, thank god, because you’re knocking the toilet seat down with your foot and sitting immediately as soon as you seen an open stall, opening the group chat.

y/n: besties help

delilah: omg she lives!!!

davis: HELLO? THOUGHT U HAD LIT JUST BEEN SNATCHED AND MURDERED UNTIL RAFE POSTED U ON HIS STORY

davis: u looked cute btw!!!

y/n: wait aw 🥺 thank u

mccall: anyway !!! Why help?

y/n: there’s a girl talking to rafe

davis: OH

mcall: do you want me to kill her?

delilah: i will help hide the body ^

davis: dramatic. just go mark ur territory ??

mcall: boring

delilah: no davis is right!!! wren agrees. and he says hi. and wants to know how rafe liked the weed

y/n: hi wren he loved it

mcall: of course wren agrees

mcall: anyway who is this bitch

y/n: idk he’s never mentioned her

y/n: but all of his friends know about her ??

davis: mark! ur! territory!!! go take a shot first if u have to

“Hey, I dunno if you’re like, doing a line in there, but could you hurry up? I’m about to pee my pants,” a voice calls, a soft knock coming to the stall.

“Sorry,” you say, standing up immediately and throwing the stall door open. “All yours.”

“No worries, I love your top!” the random girl says. You watch her eyes change as she scans your face. “Are you okay?”

You figure you’ve consulted everyone else in your life at this point—save for Kelce, who you were still debating texting—what’s a stranger in the bar bathroom? “There’s a girl out there and she’s talking to my boyfriend.”

“Oh. Oh,” the girl says. “Don’t even sweat it. You look so hot, right guys?”

She turns to the girls standing in line by the wall, who all nod, apparently listening to the entire exchange.

“See. Go show her what’s up.”

“I should, right?”

“Yes. There’s no way she’s hotter than you. Go,” another one of them says, red lips pulled into a reassuring smile. “And where’d you get that top?

You leave the bathroom with a little more confidence in your system, letting all of the collective hyping up from Rafe’s friends, your friends, and the random bathroom girls (who you now have on Snapchat) give you that last bit of courage needed before making your way to where you last saw Rafe and Graham. And what’s-her-face.

You’re on a mission, pushing yourself to walk faster before you chicken out completely, but your path is blocked when a large body bumps into you. Their drink spills over the side of their cup, but you’re quick enough to move out of the way, the beer only splashing the top of your shoes.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry,” the guy says. “Fuck, I didn’t see you.”

“No, it’s fine,” you reassure him, a little distracted. You make to move past him but he follows your movement, and you finally look up at him.

“Not sure how I didn’t notice you,” he says, apologetic tone replaced by something notably sleezier. “Hi, I’m Kyle.”

“Hi Kyle,” you say, making to move past him again, and getting blocked again. “Sorry, I’m trying to get to my boyfriend. And his roommates.”

You hope that’s enough to deter him, but you’re unsurprised when it isn’t. “Ah. So do you actually have a boyfriend, or are you just playing hard to get?”

“No, I do. Promise,” you tell him, a bit of an edge seeping into your tone against your will. “He’s probably looking for me.”

The guy, Kyle, makes a show of looking around the bar, shrugging. “Well I don’t see him. Can I buy you a drink while we wait for him to magically appear?”

In a last ditch effort, you lean closer to the bar, standing up on the bumper lining the bottom of it so you can gain some height. Rafe isn’t where you saw him last, and you scan the entirety of the bar, noticing he isn’t at the table either, although Graham seems to have made it back. With Olivia in tow.

“Come down from there. It’s just one drink,” the guy says, a hand coming to the small of your back as if to steady you in your precarious position.

“Do not touch—”

“Hey.” Kyle’s suddenly completely off of you, and almost entirely gone from your line of sight, the back of Rafe’s corduroy jacket now all you can see. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, man, we were just talking,” Kyle says, looking over Rafe’s shoulder at you. “Right?”

“No, she’s not talking to you. I am,” Rafe says. You sag into his back on autopilot, feeling a surprising sense of relief wash over your body as you fist the material of his jacket in one hand. You give it a tug, and Rafe speaks again. “Get out of here. And don’t go around touching random girls, freak.”

“Whatever,” the other guy says, cutting his losses and stalking off without another word.

Rafe watches him walk off before turning to face you, his broad body still shielding you from most of the crowd. “Are you okay? What was all that about?”

“Nothing, he just spilled on me, and then he said sorry and wanted to buy me a drink but then I told him about you—I promise I did,” you explain. “But he still didn’t let me leave even though I told him I had a boyfriend—”

“Hey, hey,” Rafe says, his waved hand shushing you. “I’m not worried about that at all. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?”

“I was supposed to go over there and fight for your honor. The girls in the bathroom told me I looked hot. But that guy spilled beer on my shoes,” you complain. “And you had to come fight for mine.”

Rafe laughs at that, his hands falling to your waist as he tries to get a better read on your expression. “My—my honor?”

“Yes. I saw that girl talking to you,” you admit, feeling stupid that you were ever insecure now that you’re back in his arms. And relieved that you didn’t actually have to go over there and make your presence known.

“Oh, Olivia?” Rafe asks, then sighs, his hand cupping your jaw, a ringed thumb brushing over your cheek slowly. “And I’m assuming everyone at the table filled you in.”

You shrug, looking down. “A little.”

“Do you wanna go home now?” Rafe asks, reading your mind. “You don’t have to be stubborn anymore.”

You rear back at that, eyebrows furrowed at the smug look on his face. “I’m not being stubborn.”

“Okay, you’re not,” he agrees, smiling knowingly. You roll your eyes, catching Nora’s eyes over his right shoulder. You won’t give the other girl at the table the upper hand by chancing a look at her to make sure she’s still there, but you can tell by the look on Nora’s face theres a huge chance she is. And by the way she’s been acting all night, you know there’s an even bigger chance she’s watching the two of you right now.

“Shut up,” you tell Rafe, surging onto your tiptoes, your arms around his shoulders dragging him down into a deep kiss. He lets out a surprised hum, pulling you closer into him, hands snaking up the back of your shirt like they had been all night. You pull back, wiping some of your lip gloss of him before patting his chest. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes, ma’am. Let’s go say bye.”

Rafe sends you through the crowd first, his hands on your shoulders and his chest pressed to your back as you both move through the bar.

“There they are!” Cody says, trapped between the wall and the table’s newest addition. Olivia was sitting where you were just sitting, like she was waiting for Rafe to come back so she could take your spot. “Are we leaving?”

“Uh,” Rafe laughs, his hands circling around your shoulders, head resting on top of yours. “We are. You guys can do whatever you—”

“Sorry,” Olivia interrupts, eyeing you with one of the fakest smiles you’ve ever seen. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Hi,” you say. “We haven’t, I’m Y/n.”

“Rafe’s girlfriend,” Graham slurs, voice dropping so only those close to him could here. “Who he was literally just telling you about…”

You and Nora are the only one’s who catch it, exchanging giggles that cause everyone else to furrow their eyebrows.

“Right,” Olivia says, extending a hand to you. “I’m Olivia, Rafe’s friend.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say, shaking her hand quickly. It’s an awkward reach with the way Rafe’s still clinging to you, which you can tell only pisses her off more.

“Alright,” your boyfriend says then, chest rumbling against your back and his voice in your ear. He presses a kiss to your cheek and you finally turn away from his… friend to look back up at him. He’s smiling at you, eyes alight, positively itching to take you home. “Shall we?”

—

He hasn’t seen you in a few weeks, but Rafe still picks up on the shift in your demeanor as soon as he sees it happen. He knew you weren’t rattled by the random guy at the bar—as much as he hated it, Rafe’s sure that’s something you’ve dealt with before.

He sincerely hopes he’s wrong, but he knows exactly what it is.

You’re holding back, and he’s letting you, but only for a little bit. He tucks you under his arm on your walk home, hums where his lips are pressed into your hair while you tell him about the girls you met in the bathroom, even let’s you press him back into his mattress for a second and kiss him stupid until he almost loses his head, his hands bracketing your hips to push you back momentarily. You’re comfortable in the safety of his room and his arms, your shoes off and hair already tied up.

You pout but go willingly, and he knows you were expecting this moment.

“You wanna tell me what that kiss at the bar was actually about, baby?”

“No.”

“Will you?”

“Yes,” you scowl, sliding off of his lap until you’re laying flat on your back beside him. He grabs one of your hands with both of his own, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before laying them back on the bed between you two. “Can I ask you something?”

“‘Course you can.”

“Even if it’s kinda… not fun?”

“Even if,” he assures you.

“We were having such a good time,” you whine, rolling onto your side, your knee digging into his hip. He grabs your leg so it falls over his lap, his nails digging into the seem of your jeans. “Don’t wanna ruin it.”

“I’m officially no longer having a good time until you tell me what you’re thinking about up there,” Rafe declares.

“How come you never told me about Olivia?”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Rafe.”

He rolls onto his side then, propping himself up on one arm so he can look at your face when he says what he’s about to. “Does the name Frederick mean anything to you?”

Rafe knew there was a chance that would hurt you, but he didn’t prepare himself for the way it’d tug at something inside of him when you looked directly at him, eyes sad. “That’s kind of mean.”

“You took me out with your ex-boyfriend, and you didn’t even tell me it was him until after we left,” Rafe says.

“Yeah, but. You met him, Rafe,” you say. "If anything that was an ego boost for you.”

His hand on your leg travels to your face at that, making sure you’re really looking at him.

“Exactly.”

“Stop. She’s into you. That’s completely different.”

“I know it’s different. You dated him, he was your boyfriend, and you’re blind if you think he isn’t still into you. Olivia and I never even—”

“But she’s pretty,” you say quietly. “And she’s in a sorority with your best friend’s girlfriend, and all of your friends know about her… and she’s here. And I’m not.”

“Hey,” he says, propping himself up higher on his arm, leaning over you. “Let me tell you something. She asked me to her formal, and then I took her on one date. Two years ago, when you were dating someone else.”

His free arm moves so he’s holding your face, and your hands quickly encircle his forearm, your thumbs stroking through the hair on his tricep. “Can I ask you another not fun question?”

“You get one more,” he teases, feeling steady enough to lean down and kiss you finally. “Go for it.”

“Why didn’t you keep going out with her?”

Rafe groans, knowing he’s gonna tell you—really wishing he didn’t feel like he wanted to. But it’s you, and he does. “You’re not allowed to tell me I’m lying.”

And you’re not allowed to cry, he thinks.

“Then don’t lie.”

“I’m not,” he sighs, his elbow sliding down the bed until he’s laying flat against it, face pressed into the blanket while he tries to calm the butterflies in his stomach. Rafe takes a breath when he un-burrows his face, resting his head on his arm as he looks back over at you. “Alright. Remember Chloe?”

“Yes,” you scowl.

“With Chloe, I thought we were fine at first. It took me a while to realize something was, like… missing?” he admits. “But with Olivia, I felt it right away. And I honestly started thinking there was something wrong with me.”

“Rafe.”

“I know, I know,” he says hiding his red cheeks in the safety of his arms again. “It sounds stupid when I say it out loud.”

“It isn’t stupid,” you insist, a hand running through his hair as you tuck yourself closer, leaving almost no room between your bodies. “And there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Well, I know that now.” You give a tug on his locks, and Rafe turns to look at you again, sighing at your raised eyebrows. “What?”

“Would you… if that was happening with me, would you tell me?”

“Nothing’s missing with us, Y/n. That’s the entire point I’m trying to make right now.”

“I’m completely lost.”

Rafe groans one more time.

He’s a downright romantic when it comes to you and your story together, and he’s not above the concept of fate and soulmates—he never was, but he definitely isn’t now. Even so, he knows it’s dishonest to say or think that he was ever consciously holding out for you all these years, through all of these girls. You were something that was always in the back of his mind, pushed to the forefront when he’d travel home for a weekend and run into you, or when Kelce would bring you up in a conversation. Rafe knows deep down that even when you two did give things a try almost a year ago, part of him was scared it’d be just like all of the other times, the other girls. Everything felt different with you, everything felt better with you, but a small part of him thought he might have a chip missing in his heart somewhere.

But it only took about a month of falling in love with you to realize that he couldn’t be more wrong.

“It’s you. Pretty sure this entire time, it’s you that I was missing.”

You keep quiet after an intake of a breath, Rafe watching you clear your throat and blink your eyes a few times, the way you always do when you’re about to start crying. But you do it all with a smile on your face, your head titled to the side slightly. “You know. I already flew across the country for you. You don’t have to sweet talk me anymore.”

“Then I probably shouldn’t say what I was about to, right?” he asks, laughing when you struggle to flip him over, rolling slowly to help you and his hands finding their spot on your hips.

“Tell me,” you demand, leaning down for a kiss. “It’s Valentine’s Day Eve.”

“No one’s ever made me feel the way you do. And no one ever will,” he says, making sure you really hear him. “And I’m never gonna hurt you.”

You surge down to kiss him, and Rafe feels moisture drip onto his cheeks, but doesn’t mention it. “Might have to put a collar on you, RC.”

Rafe bursts out into laughter while you keep kissing down his chin. “Okay.”

“I’m serious, these fake tans need to know you’re spoken for,” you say, pulling back once you think about it, eyes still a little teary. “That was mean. I’m not mean.”

“You’re not mean,” he agrees.

“Sawyer told me to fight her,” you say.

“Sawyer doesn’t know that you almost broke your hand practicing your punches on me in high school,” he challenges, laughing when you roll your eyes. “And I think I’d prefer a tattoo of your initials. Like, right here.”

He gestures to his neck, and your lips find the spot he’d pointed at, your hips starting to work against his while he finally starts pulling at your top like he’d wanted to all night.

“Like a brand mark?”

“Exactly.”

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A Tiny In His Company Pt. 3

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(Prologue, Pt1, Pt2)

Warning: Includes M/M interactions, fart fetish material, and other adult content. 18+ Only.

Bit was in his own personal heaven for the next few days.

Ren was unaware that his Tiny friend was obsessed with his farts and ass, that every time he farted, Bit would be there to enjoy the warm, smelly wind.

Or at least, the two-inch young man wished. He had only managed to get under the ass twice since Ren's failed date. Every other time, the farts had been released all the way across the room, where he couldn't smell them as well.

Bit was seated on the couch, enjoying one of the newest movies available. The door slammed open to announce Ren's arrival home. He was laughing and rough-housing with someone.

The Tiny felt the need to hide. He stumbled off the edge of the cushion and dropped to the floor, only taking a moment to soothe his pain before rolling under the piece of furniture.

"Hey, thanks for lunch, man," said the unfamiliar human male. His voice was a little bit lighter than Ren's, and though the sentence had been short, he sounded smarter.

Bit wanted to see him. It was dangerous, but what wasn't as a Tiny?

"No problem, man." BUM-BRRRRAAAAP! Ren's fart vibrated the couch. "Ah! Doesn't smell as good the second time, does it?"

"Meh. Not your best."

Oh. This guy was calling out Ren's farts. Bit couldn't see that going well.

But Ren just brushed it off. "Whatever, dude. I'm gonna shit, shower, and shave, then we can head out."

"Good plan, man!"

Ren left the room, and the other human stood. Bit shot out from under the couch, sprinting to the coffee table. A pair of fingers pinched his shirt from behind and lifted his two-inch body off the floor.

The man who lifted him was shorter than Ren, body somewhere between fit and chubby. His hair was dark and cut short, dark eyes on a soft olive-toned face behind round glasses. "Well, hey there! Whoa. I heard about you Littles but never saw one before."

Bit could smell him, not farts but body odor, the overpowering, manly stench of workout sweat. He was still sitting, so Bit couldn't see his butt. "I'm a Tiny. We're smaller. Who are you?"

"Simon." The guy smiled and pushed up his glasses. "You are really Tiny. What do you do all day?"

"Watch movies and TV and wait for Ren to get home."

Simon looked like he was thinking, and then his smile became a darker sort of grin. "Dude, I saw this TikTok where this dude farted on a Little. Do y'all like farts?"

Bit couldn't answer that. He'd never been asked the question directly. "Littles and Tinies aren't the same, so I don't know."

"Well, you never know until you try, right?"

Simon leaned forward and set Bit on the couch behind him. The lucky minute man watched as Simon pulled down his gray shorts in the back to reveal gray boxer briefs.

The stink of his sweat became ever stronger, spicy and sour. There was a perfect blot of sweat along his crack, right between two thick ass cheeks barely smaller than Ren's. Bit's mouth was hanging open, drooling. He couldn't move. He didn't want to.

Bit was glad to be trying out someone else's farts, a different human's ass.

Simon sat back, making sure his crack was over the Tiny's body. The musky odor filled Bit's nostrils. The gray fabric was warm and wet from his butt sweats. BWRT!

It was the shortest fart ever, the most disappointing thing. The smell was much stronger than the sound implied, like your standard green kinda fart that smelled like stomach. It was different but still great.

Simon lifted his ass a second. "Okay, you're still alive. I thought you might be crushed."

He dropped his ass like dead weight.

BRRRLLLPBBBBLLLRRRRRR-RRRRRRRRR-BLURR-weet!

Bit was no longer disappointed, and the smell had reached a peak bordering on deadly. The fart had been so long and so very hot (in both temperature and sexiness).

Simon lifted it again, letting in unwanted fresh air. "How ya doing with that killer fucking fart?"

He saw the erection and touched it with a dirty fingernail. "You do like it. Is it normal for...whichever one you are? Just kidding. I don't care that much. You will, though. Trust me."

Bit did trust him already. He was a willing giver of gas, which felt better than creepy getting it from Ren.

The ass dropped again.

BARUMP! WRAAA!

Bit wanted to be in Simon's undies, getting all of the farts as fresh as possible. Simon scooted back a little, and his balls touched the top of the Tiny's head through the fabric. They smelled even better than the ass.

VRRRRUMP!

"It's not slowing down any time soon, Tiny man." WAMP! "I might have to be selfish and keep ya; this is fun."

The farts were getting strong this close, and the taunting only made Bit hotter. He loved Ren, his ass, and farts, but now there was suddenly Simon.

BLRLRRRRRRRT! VWAMP!

Bit took deep breaths, hoping he wouldn't pass out again, as hot as it had been. He rubbed his crotch.

He had to choose: oblivious Ren or willing Simon?

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[thetargaryenbride]

A Way of Mourning

Requested by:  @iamhowieson​ Hey! I was wondering if you could make a Levi x reader request where Levi accidentally hurts the reader and he feels terrible about it but the reader comforts him and tells him they’re ok. 

Thank you for requesting! <3 And I’m sorry for the delay. 

Words: 2K+

Pairing: Levi x Reader [gn]

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“Where…” you whispered, almost choking, as your dry throat tissues scratched against each other.

“Here, have some water,” someone helped you sit up and held a glass to your lips, letting you gulp greedily. The chilly liquid soothed your parched throat and you sighed in relief. Finally opening your eyes, you were met with the face of your best friend and the rest of your squadmates.

“Captain, you gave us quite the scare there. It’s been two days and you weren’t waking up. Glad to finally have you back!” grinned one of them and you smiled, only now feeling the dull ache in your abdomen. You remembered now, how you had saved one of your subordinates which resulted in a titan sinking its teeth into you.

Your eyes widened as your thoughts shifted to a certain trio.

“What happened to Levi and the others?” you asked, almost frantically, because you didn’t remember anything from the mission and the worry quickly settled inside you, like a parasite, and started eating.

Since Levi, Isabel and Farlan joined the Scouts, you were one of the few people who were assigned to take care of the three. They needed to learn more about the world above, about how the military worked, about how the Survey Corps operated, and tons of other stuff, not to mention training, riding, and strategy. The others who were assigned to help, did it with disdain until at one point they just gave up, not wanting to have any contact with the “mongrels from the Underground” but you had stayed. You genuinely liked them. Your mother had done some charity in the Underground and you had accompanied her on a few occasions. What you felt towards the people from that place was only pity, because they deserved so much better than the curse they got since birth – to live in a place with no sun and light, where only filth and shadows flooded each corner, lurking over every inch of your skin.

So you had tried your best to take care of the three. Isabel had quickly taken a liking to you, followed by Farlan. Levi had been harder to win over. He was very quiet, reserved, and distrustful. But your constant kind gestures managed to crack even his shell if only a bit. He didn’t have problems with letting you be near him anymore. He even started talking to you and a day before the expedition he had even allowed you to rub his right shoulder. It had been aching and you had told him that he had to be healthy and strong for the expedition if he wanted to protect himself and his friends. He couldn’t malfunction. He had actually chuckled, although it was so quiet you almost mistook it for him letting out a breath, and let you do your magic at soothing his muscles. You had grown so attached to them that you couldn’t imagine your life without them. The thought that this was their very first expedition had hit you like a sack of bricks just before you had taken off and you had been worried out of your mind throughout the whole expedition, wondering whether they would make it out alive.

“Look, Y/N…I know you grew close during this past month but…Isabel and Farlan are dead,” announced your friend grimly and your heart dropped to your stomach. And suddenly your throat was dry again and no amount of gulping water or saliva was going to help. You let out a shaky breath as your trembling fingers clutched the edge of the bed, helping you sit up straighter and swing your legs over it.

“Wait, where are you-“

“I need to see Levi,” you muttered and your friends shared worried glances. They let you pass. They knew you were one of the most stubborn people alive and no amount of persuasion would put a stop to what you have in mind.

You stumbled all the way to the male barracks and opened the door, fully expecting to see Levi slumped on his bunkbed. But he was not there. In fact, the barracks were quiet and there wasn’t a single soul inhabiting them. The only sound that penetrated that silence was that of running water. Your eyes snapped to your left where the male common showers were located and you took hesitant steps towards it. This had to be the man you were looking for. After all, one of your squadmates had told you that Levi hadn’t left the barracks since the expedition.

You didn’t know how long you just stood in front of the door, wondering if you should wait for him or leave and come back later, endlessly contemplating on what exactly you were going to tell him. But after thirty minutes had passed and nobody was coming out, your thoughts shifted to, once again, worry. Because nobody ever took showers that long. The hot water had to be preserved. After all, there were around a hundred soldiers in the regiment who needed it and it was a bit harder to warm it up since they lived in a castle and not in the city like the Military Police or the Garrison.

“Levi?” you called out as you knocked but no answer came. “It’s me, Y/N. I’m coming in, ok?” you slowly opened the door and your face and body were instantly hit with hot thick steam and moisture. It was almost suffocating. “What the-“ you rubbed your face and eyes as you fully stepped inside and tried to focus. You finally located a figure at the end of the room and you walked towards it. The fog parted a bit and revealed the familiar backside of Levi. You were about to huff and scold him when you noticed just how red his back was. Your eyes widened as you outstretched your arm and put it under the sprinkling water, hissing and retreating it almost immediately.

“That water is scalding hot!” you exclaimed. “Levi, hey, let’s get out of here, hm?” you asked, voice laced with desperation and worry as you went to put a hand on his shoulder and shake him out of whatever trance he had fallen in. “You’re harming yourself. Please, let’s leave,” but before you could touch his skin, his hand shot out and grabbed yours, clutching it so tightly that he almost snapped it. He stood up abruptly and shoved you away, causing you to let out a squeal as you slipped and fell on your bum, the pain from your wound jostling your body, making you groan and clutch your stomach as if it was going to help soothe it.

“Get out,” he growled, his back still turned on you.

“But-“

“I said leave!” he yelled as his head sharply turned to look down at you. His eyes grew wide and the angry sneer and furrowed eyebrows he had donned eased a little. You stood up slowly and raised a hand, nodding.

“Ok…it’s alright, I’m going…just…don’t stay here long,” you whispered before you turned on your tail and exited the room.

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“Gods, would you go to bed already? Your wound is still healing and instead of resting you’re burying yourself in paperwork!” exclaimed your friend angrily as she crossed her arms.

“You know that there is always extra paperwork after expeditions. And I’ve been out for two days. I have a lot of work to catch up to. I’m fine,” you smiled at her reassuringly and she rolled her eyes before they snapped to the door after a knock echoed throughout your office.

“Name and business?!” you called out but nobody answered. The door just opened and your eyebrows shot to your hairline as you saw Levi holding a tray with two cups of steaming tea. Your friend gave you a look and nodded.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” she said as she quickly exited and closed the door.

Levi just stood there awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot until you told him to sit. He placed the tray on your desk and grabbed a chair, dragging it to sit in front of you while you were sipping on the liquid. There was silence for some time as you looked at him but he didn’t have the courage to look at you, focusing on his lap as his bangs covered his face.

Levi felt horrible. He felt disgusted with himself. He had been shaking like a leaf the moment you had left the bathroom. He hadn’t known what to do. He hadn’t even known which world he was on.

He remembered sitting there, almost choking on the thick steam, feeling the hot water drops drum against his skin. He had been so deep into his thoughts and the still fresh memories from two days ago, eyes scanning his hands in haze, seeing not clean skin but skin marred with dark wine blood – the blood of his family. The family he couldn’t protect because of his own foolishness and weakness. The moment he had felt that someone’s presence breathing down his neck and feeling the closeness of their hand, hovering over his shoulder, the close proximity creating warmth and electricity that had made the hair on his neck bristle, his hand had shot out automatically. He hadn’t wanted anyone to breathe the same air as him, much less touching him. He hadn’t hesitated when he pushed them away. But the moment he had turned and his eyes fell on you, regret had struck his heart and he had been frozen in place, not being able to do anything but watch with wide eyes as you shot him an apologetic smile before leaving.

He told himself that it wasn’t on purpose. He told himself it was just a reaction – a reflex – to something, someone, foreign, invading his personal space in a moment of deep vulnerability. But still…he felt like a trash.  

“I’m sorry,” he finally let out and you smiled at him, shaking your head.

“It’s fine,”

“No…I yelled at you…I pushed you…I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered and you sighed.

“Everyone mourns differently, Levi. You needed space; so I gave it to you. I probably startled you by touching you. I shouldn’t have been so abrupt with my actions,” you explained gently, hoping to ease the guilt that was so obviously drowning him. His hands balled into fists as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“You’re the only one I have left,” he muttered as his eyes finally locked with yours and your hand touched his ever so slowly.

“And I’m not going anywhere. Please… let’s just forget everything and keep going together,” you smiled at him as your hand stroke his and he let out a sigh of relief before nodding. The emotions swirling in his eyes were so many and so vivid that it almost made you cry. It engulfed your very being and had such an impact on you that it overwhelmed you, making you succumb to emotion rather than rationality. You stood up and approached the man, crouching down in front of him. The smile you sent him and the emotions swirling in your eyes, had him give you a soft smile. You rose on your toes and closed the distance, letting your arms embrace his form. You sank into him, head nestling in the crook of his neck as his own arms tugged you closer and squeezed your form.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured in your hair again and you tightened your hold, nuzzling into him. He didn’t know whether he truly deserved this forgiveness. You were simply an exceedingly kind and forgiving person. But he knew one thing. From now on he was going to do anything for you. He was aware he had a difficult personality but he was going to try his best and stick by your side. Because you truly were one of the few people who gave him a chance and tried so hard to forge friendship with him despite all and you actually managed to wiggle into his heart and settle there.  

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I promise to protect you...

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moonflower.

dialogue prompt #6: “It's 3 o'clock in the morning”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationships, fluff

word count: 1,550

warnings: making out

summary: a 3am walk in the city with your boyfriend

a/n: got this inspiration from an instagram reel and I wanted to transfer that entire feel into this one shot. hope you guys enjoyy and please drop feedbacks it really boosts motivation!! p.s as soon as I completed this, butter official teaser was released SOOOO EXCITED!!!

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“It's 3 o'clock in the morning”, you take a breath in and resume kissing him, hands tangling in the locks at his nape.

“I know”, he rasps, pulling back to bring your foreheads together, taking a moment to immerse the image of your swollen lips and cold skin of your face “It'll be fun baby”.

You don't know who exactly started kissing. Jungkook came back from his night shift not long ago and he expected you to be asleep. But he was beyond happy to catch you peacefully listening to music and waiting for him, paying attention to arbitrary details of the city still alive below. What began as a welcome kiss soon turned into a brief makeout-session, the first press of his lips against yours truly reminding how much you missed Jungkook throughout the day.

And during small breaks of catching each other's breath, he suggested for a night walk, much like a date since he had been too busy this week.

“Okay”, you huff, still feeling your chest squeezing together to get the normal breathing rate. A smile tugs at his lips and with one final smooch he leaves you to change your clothes into something safe enough for walking through the cold night.

Maybe it's because you had been with Jungkook for so long that you basically adapted a lot of his fashion sense and little habits. When you step out of your small shared apartment, you both look like members of a punk band, all black and leather.

Jungkook smiles down at you, remembering how much you have changed, it felt like you grew bored of colors as well, much of your aesthetics going monochrome at this point. There was a time Jungkook even went worried about it, thinking you were somehow adjusting to him. But you reassured him that he was all the color in your life you needed.

Jungkook interlocks fingers with you, squeezing palms together as he leads the way down stairs.

“Where are we going exactly?”, you ask, an obvious curiosity he hasn't clarified yet.

“I don't know really. We'll figure that out”.

He always had a way with words which made you warm and curious at the same time. You just smile in return and wrap your hands around his leather clad arms and walk along.

You liked this. Dates with no particular destination to be in. Just strolling till your legs are tired, eating street food, getting coffee together or studying at the public library because your apartment is located at a not so silent heart of the city.

And you liked Jungkook very much too. It sometimes feels like lopsided that it demands to overflow from underneath your skin, and sometimes when you are making love to him or cuddling his head close to your chest, you believe he feels it too.

It hits you all of a sudden that you never shared those three words. Never ever uttered them in this two years of relationship and you question them now. Totally random of a realisation just like the day you woke up in a cold sweat accepting to self that you have to confess to Jungkook.

The first place you stop by is a heavily packed food truck selling korean food. It's a usually visited one so Jungkook ask for the customary meal, fire noodles. His favorite of street foods not because there wasn't anything better, he just adored your blush flushed face when you are done.

“Babe?”, he tears open the ketchup and squeezes the content with his chopsticks while watching you, “you good?”.

Apparently you had spaced out, still fueling on the thread of thoughts from earlier. You ground yourself to the present in a jolt, “I'm alright”. You give him a nervous smile.

Jungkook pulls his chair close to yours so that your arms and knees are touching, your skin growing hot despite not touching your noodles yet.

“What are you thinking about hm?”, he demands to know, but not intimidating you more than the point. He busies his hands mixing the ketchup into your noodles instead.

“I love you Jungkook”, you blurt, eyes planted on a random spot on the ground waiting for an outcome.

“And you realized that now baby?”, he chuckles, watching you all shy. He places his noodles from his lap to the table in front to fully face your direction.

“I love you too baby, so much. And I've said that so many times before, when you are sleeping, or when you were not listening. I think I was not as brave as you”, he confesses.

Your chest swells in warmth knowing he had always told you this. You peck his nose and dig into the food, finally able to feel the hunger settling down.

Content with the late night meal, you begin to stroll again after Jungkook laughs and cups your flushed red face. You always hated spicy food as a child but then this is another one of those quirks you caught up being Jungkook’s girlfriend.

“Where do you wanna go baby”, he asks, feeling lost of a trajectory for the date and now you are equally lost too, dwelled in the fact that he will lead the night.

“I don't know”, you state and at the sight of a specific place you continue, “wanna get some drinks?”.

Jungkook immediately giggles, “We both know you lose your mind over half a glass of rum love”.

You knit your brows together for a pout, “Well then you can carry me back home can't you? That would be romantic”, you press yourself to him for no apparent reason.

“Carry you all the way home?”, he muses, holding your whining head softly on his palms while pecking your forehead.

“C’mon Koo then why do you workout for three hours all day? Make some use of your muscle”

“Oh I make plenty use of these muscles and you know it”, he teases back and you smack his arms in response.

After a few very cliche comebacks you both agree to drink the night away. Good thing that Jungkook had a good tolerance to alcohol among you two. Carrying his drunk body single handedly for a smaller human like you would be a tedious task. The math was correct here, and so you start slurping your glass of whatever cheap whiskey they had.

You were enjoying all of this, truly to the core and to the point that you swore there is nothing better to life than this. But Jungkook always felt otherwise.

You see, you are not a rich couple. Just normal millenials who go to college supported with scholarships and debts to pay, several part time jobs and a very low key life where you prioritise your expenses and plan finance together. A couple who has not went on classy restaurant dates in glittery tight fitting dress, or even a sundress and expensive suits. He always wonders about the things that could make you happier and maybe one day he can afford that Italian restaurant you once said is really nice because your sister was proposed by her husband there. You'll look so beautiful in a dress and he can't wait to allure on that.

“Koo?”, you slur, already feeling consciousness leaving your body, “What are you thinking about now hmm?”

He smiles faintly at you swirling his drink and bringing it to his lips to think upon the answer a bit.

“Nothing babe. You look so beautiful right now”, he says.

And immediately you search for a reflecting surface to check yourself out, and that's because you're drunk. Your more sober self usually ends up processing a lot of butterflies at the pit of your tummy.

“I am!?”, you beam, finally able to see a very blurred something of your bummed out face with hair falling over and maybe there's even a little dried drool at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah”, he giggles, scooping you up in his arms for a tight hug, “Let's get home shall we?”

“Carry me pwese”

“C’mon love”, he helps you climb on his back for a piggyback ride, “I'll carry you”.

You tug your limbs a little tighter around Jungkook, he pats under your thigh to loosen up so he can walk. He listens to random mumbles you are whispering to him and he smiles occasionally, carefully paying attention to everything.

“I love you so much sometimes I don't know what to do with myself”, you say and Jungkook stops dead in his track to process the words a bit.

His skin turns red which you can't see and probably you wouldn't mutter such things on your sobering. And he is glad. Glad to know that you are content with what it is. His mind stirs around, his own set of booze blazing the thought further.

“Why did you stop Koo? You tired? Should I carry you?”

“You love me that much?”, he asks, completely dodging your questions.

“Yes. So much”, you kiss his cheeks, pressing down harder then usual to prove your point.

He is convinced you are the one who has a way with the words. You say things which brings him to his knees and you remain so oblivious to it.

“Let's get you home”, he states through a smile.

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Don’t Go Wasting Your Emotion - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/N enters a fwb relationship with Fred, only to realize she’s going to have a lot more trouble keeping things platonic than she thought.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: 18+ NSFW. MINORS DNI. Smut, Oral (male receiving), masturbation, light hair pulling, exhibitionism (sort of? I mean they do it in a public bathroom so yeah), unprotected sex, possessive talk, swearing, brief alcohol mention. pretty angsty throughout but it ends fluffy so.

A/N: I’m obsessed with the fwb trope and wanted to see if I could write a smut, so here we are. Any feedback is greatly appreciated, and let me know if I missed any warnings! Pictures are from Pinterest. (Also, I know this is a repost. Let’s see if the tags actually wanna work this time :) )

You watched as Fred’s grip on his glass tightened, his jaw clenching ever so slightly as his eyes remained trained on the dance floor. You couldn’t allow yourself to follow his gaze, because you knew what you would see, and you knew it would break your heart. Angelina was there, and she was dancing closely to some guy that wasn’t Fred. Judging by his change in demeanor, he wasn’t as over their breakup as he had claimed.

You hated seeing him like this, for reasons beyond the fact that you were his best friend. It was selfish, sure, but part of the reason why you were so bothered was because you knew he would never be so jealous over you. And that stung.

It had been three months since him and Angelina had split. In those three months, Fred had vehemently claimed that he was fine, that their breakup was mutual, and that he hardly even thought about her anymore. Now, judging by the way he hadn’t uttered more than two words since she waltzed in, you and George could confirm what you already knew; he was lying. When it came to their emotions, its what the Weasley boys did best. Conceal as long as possible, before ultimately blowing up. Evidently, that blow up was about to come tonight.

“Maybe we should just go?” You placed a delicate hand on Fred’s shoulder. The action tore his gaze from Angelina for just a moment, then his eyes were back on her.

“No, no. I’m fine.” He lied through gritted teeth. “We came out tonight to have fun, so, let’s have fun.”

With that, he downed the rest of the drink in his glass and took your hand, guiding you out on the dance floor. You glanced back, just momentarily, and caught George’s worried gaze. Fred most certainly was not fine, but you could also tell that George’s worry extended to you. He knew you were one longing glance away from falling point-of-no-return in love with his brother, and that scared him. Almost as much as it scared you.

Once you and Fred had infiltrated the crowd of people, his hands were on your hips, but he couldn’t meet your eyes. So, to save yourself just a little bit of heartache, you turned in his grasp so your bum was pressed to his front. In this position, you didn’t have to face him blatantly staring at another girl. You closed your eyes and moved your hips to the music, letting yourself just for a moment get lost in the feeling of his big hands guiding your hips. For a little while, you could shut out reality and simply pretend it was just the two of you, and that he wasn’t desperately wishing you were someone else.

The feeling of his warm breath against your neck shook you back to the present, causing you to instinctively crane your neck to give him further access. His lips ghosted a line there, sending goosebumps alive in their path. They traced their way up to your ear, giving a gentle nip to your lobe before he spoke.

“It’s working, she keeps looking over here.” He whispered in a low voice. 

You simply hummed in response, continuing the grinding of your bum against his hips. Truthfully, you didn’t care whether she was looking or not, but of course you couldn’t say that. So, silence sufficed.

This is what your relationship had morphed into in the months since his breakup. What had started as a completely innocent, and drunken, conversation between friends about how it should be criminal how long you had gone without getting laid, had somehow turned into this murky friends with benefits relationship you were now in. Neither of you tried to hide the fact that you would occasionally sleep together from George or other peers, which was why your current grinding appeared normal to him, but you both always made it clear you were still just friends.

So, when Fred had a long day at work, there you were, your mouth showing him in more ways than one how to relax. When George and him got into a fight, although it was rare, you were there as a thing for him to ruin, to take all of his frustrations out on. Basically just about any mood he could possibly be in, you were there to make it even better.

That’s not to say you got nothing out of the arrangement, though. Fred was there for you, too. After those awful long days that seemed never ending, when you were too in your head over an upcoming work project, when you just needed to relax a little. Fred Weasley could make you cum so hard you’d forget anything wrong in your life, including the extremely unfortunate feelings you harbored for him. Even if it was just momentarily.

Not to mention, if having Fred in your bed was the closest you’d get to truly being with him, then you’d take it. Because as you lay pinned beneath him, your name leaving his lips like a prayer, you could feel like the only girl in his world. And that feeling breathed life into you like nothing else could.

So, now, here you were, pressed up against the man who held the power to break your heart if he so chose, but who also had no idea. It seemed Fred truly thought what you had was just fun between friends. Another reason you couldn’t fault him.

“Oh, fuck.” Fred groaned worriedly into your neck before straightening up. His words and the sudden space he had now put between the two of you caused you to furrow your brows, until he spoke again. “She’s coming over.”

Fred and you had already been somewhat on the outskirts of the dance floor, which meant Angelina and the man she had entered with had to pass you to get to the bar. Of course, they wouldn’t just walk by without saying anything. Angelina had always been a sweetheart, and Fred and her had ended somewhat amicably, so it was no wonder she was now approaching with a bright smile on her face.

“Freddie! Y/N/N!” She quickly enveloped you in a hug, causing her familiar floral perfume to fill your nose. Godric, could she get any more perfect?

“I feel like it’s been ages.” Next she was hugging Fred, and although he was stiff, Angelina was nothing but friendly and carried on as if she didn’t even notice. When she pulled back, she gestured to the man who she had approached with. “This is Stephen. He’s my uh…” She seemed to falter for a moment, her eyes flicking guiltily to Fred before she continued. “My boyfriend.”

You didn’t have to look up at Fred to know his jaw was clenched, now for more reasons than one. Thinking back to when Fred and her were still together, you had heard him complain on more than one occasion about a ‘Stephen’ that she worked with. Even though she had told him that he was no one to worry about, perhaps Fred had a right to be so jealous.

There was a tense moment of silence, all four of you internally gauging the situation and where to take things from there. Angelina was the first to clear her throat and gesture between both you and Fred.

“So, uh, I hadn’t heard that you two were together.” Her eyes fell to yours, a genuine smile gracing her lips. “You know, I always thought you guys would make a cute couple. I mean, even before…” Her words trailed off, careful not to breach the subject of her failed relationship with Fred. 

To save her from an awkward ramble, you decided to speak up. A sheepish look crossed your features as you prepared yourself for the ever-uncomfortable ‘actually, we’re not together, we’re just screwing’ talk.

“Well, we’re not really—”

“Not really sure why we hadn’t gotten together sooner.” Fred cut you off, his arm snaking around your waist although his eyes never left Angelina’s.

Your eyes grew wide at his words, your heart speeding up. Of course, you knew what he was doing. He was Fred Weasley for Godric’s sake, and he’d rather be dead than admit to his happily-moved on ex-girlfriend that he was still alone. Still, the thought of truly being with him crossed your mind, like it did more often than you’d like to admit, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy.” You could tell she meant it. With that, she let her hand drop and intertwine with Stephen’s before shooting the two of you one last smile and hauling him towards the bar.

Fred’s grip on your waist had grown even tighter and you found yourself wondering if he even realized it. His breath was ragged and shallow, and when you looked up at his face you found that his eyes were squeezed shut. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to discern if Fred needed his best friend or his fuck buddy right now. Ultimately, you decided he probably needed a little bit of both.

“Why don’t you stop torturing yourself and we finally get out of here?” You pleaded.

“I’ve got a better idea.”

And before you could ask what, exactly, that meant, he was firmly grasping your wrist and hauling you to the women’s bathroom. It wasn’t a very big room, and half of you wondered if the lock on the door even properly worked, based solely on how old it looked. You didn’t have a lot of time to worry, though, before Fred’s lips were pressed against yours and he was pushing you against the porcelain sink.

You moaned into his mouth at the desperation in his actions, your hands quickly finding the base of his neck and tangling in the hairs there. In an instant, he had you hoisted onto the cool white fixture and was stood between your legs, peppering wet, open mouthed kisses down your jaw. You threw your head back, arching your chest towards him, and let out a moan as he began to suck at the soft skin below your ear.

He had quickly taken things into his own hands, as he often did, but you knew that wasn’t exactly what he needed right now. You pulled your head away, halting the kisses he had been planting to your neck, and placed your hands on his shoulders. His brows were furrowed as he looked at you, but as you gently pushed him back and hopped down from the sink, only to sink to your knees, he couldn’t help but grin in anticipation.

You fiddled with his belt buckle, undoing it as quickly as you could before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper. You wasted no time teasing him, but rather pulled down his trousers and boxers in one go, suddenly eye level with his hard cock.

Your hand wrapped around his length, beginning to stroke him in the way that had grown so familiar to you. He tilted his head back and let out a groan at your slow pace, which only encouraged you further. The second that his eyes were back on you, you leaned in slightly and kitten licked the tip, maintaining the most innocent look you possibly could. Then, you opened your mouth and swallowed him down, keeping your hand on his base to work on the extra length you can’t fit. You felt Fred gather your hair into a ponytail, gently guiding your motions against him. He hardly had to do any work, you already knew how to please him so well.

“Fuck, yes,” Fred sighed, his eyes glued to the image of his cock disappearing between your lips. Knowing that he’s watching you, you gazed up at him through your lashes and hollowed out your cheeks, your hand twisting up and down as you sucked on his sensitive tip. “Play with yourself, princess. Get yourself ready for me.”

While in any other situation you may have shot a quip at him about being a lazy git, right now you knew that realistically you two simply didn’t have very much time. What you were doing was risky, and it was Fred who needed to relieve some tension, so you’d have to be resigned to doing all of the work. Besides, sucking Fred off while he looked at you like that and moaned so beautifully turned you on to no end, so you supposed you really shouldn’t be complaining.

Your free hand snaked down and dipped beneath the waist band of your leggings, quickly pushing aside your panties and beginning to dip into your wet folds. You let out a moan against Fred’s cock, the vibration causing him to groan lowly.

This only lasted about a minute, before the reality set in that you just were not a very good multitasker. It was nearly impossible for you to keep up with sucking and wanking him off while simultaneously focusing on your own pleasure. So you resigned to pulling your lips off completely and catching your breath, allowing one hand to continue working on your own pleasure while the other twisted up and down his cock, pausing every few moments to swipe your thumb over the sensitive head.

Fred’s hips bucked involuntarily in your grip from the contact. Then he was grasping your wrist and halting your actions, hoisting you up to a standing position by your elbow. He pulled you into one final, passionate kiss, before he was spinning you around and bending you over the sink. He folded himself over your body, intent on whispering into your ear.

“I want you loud,” He grumbled against your neck, placing a rough kiss there. One of his hands was now wrapped around you and kneading at your breast through your top, while the other had rested on your hip. “I want everyone in this whole bloody pub to hear you screaming my name.”

You knew what he really meant was he wanted Angelina to hear you screaming his name, but his hands were now yanking your leggings and panties down to your ankles, so your brain could hardly focus on anything else. You let out a breathy, quiet, moan as you felt him rub the head of his cock against your wet folds. His response was instantaneous as he pulled away from you completely, eyes narrowed.

“What did I say, princess?” His stroked himself lazily, pointedly busying himself with everything but touching you. 

“Please, Fred.” You simply whined. You always were slightly embarrassed by how desperate you were for him.

“I said,” He ignored your pleas, taking a step closer to you once again. “I want you loud. Honestly, if you can’t listen, you can just go back to having that pretty mouth of yours suck my cock, and you can worry about getting yourself off later.”

You let out a whimper at that, eyes meeting his in the mirror. You wouldn’t put it past him to tease you like that, so you knew you had to play your cards right to avoid it. 

“Think you can listen? Think you can be good?”

“Yes,” You breathed out, your hands gripping the side of the sink tightly. “I’ll be good.” 

That was all the confirmation he needed before pushing into you. A strangled moan tore itself from your lips, and you couldn’t help but shiver from the look Fred was giving you in the mirror. Once his hips were flush against your bum, he threw his head back and groaned.

“So fucking tight.” Fred gritted. “Always so tight… For me… All for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Freddie.” You moaned out, your eyes flying shut as he began to set a steady pace. Seeing your eyes close caused him to tangled one of his hands in your hair and give it a gentle tug, pulling your head up and arching your back further. The new angle allowed for him to hit at a deeper spot inside of you, causing you both to moan out.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He urged, the sound of his ragged pants mixing with the sound of his hips snapping against your bum. “Say my name, princess.”

The question caught you entirely off guard. Obviously, Fred and you always talked to each other quite differently during sex than during your everyday friendship. Still, this was uncharted territory. Because no part of you did belong to him, no matter how much you longed for it to be so. You couldn’t think on the meaning behind it for too long, though, because as he landed another harsh thrust into you, your mind was cleared of everything but your own pleasure.

“You, Freddie.” You moaned loudly. “All yours.”

“That’s right.” Fred slid the hand that had been resting on your hip around to find your clit, rubbing small circles against it in time with his thrusts. The hand that had been tangled in your hair grabbed your arm and pressed your palm flat against the mirror. He slotted his fingers against your, folding himself further over you as his thrusts began to grow sloppy. “Come on, I need you to cum for me, princess. Need you to say my name.” 

His words sent you over the edge, his name leaving your mouth in nearly incoherent babbles. He continued to lightly rub your clit, rocking you through your orgasm with a few light kisses to your neck, before he snapped his hips into yours one last time, burying himself fully before halting. He had finished inside you, leaving you now both panting as you came down from your highs.

Fred placed a soft kiss to your shoulder before dropping the hand he had pinning you to the mirror and slowly pulled himself out. You whined at the empty feeling, causing him to lowly chuckle from behind you.

Now that your brain was slowly beginning to function properly again, you could think of nothing but the way he had so brazenly claimed you as his. Since when had that become a thing? Your heart was fluttering in your chest at the idea of being his, truly, and before you could talk yourself out of it, you decided to speak up.

“Freddie?” 

He looked up at you in the mirror, having just grabbed his wand and begun to perform a cleaning spell on you. His eyes were soft and kind, a stark contrast to the angry, jealous man you had seen earlier in the night, and it only endeared you further.

“Hm?”

“What you said…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling very stupid. But, you had come too far, and it felt too late to back now. “About, um, belonging, to you… uh…”

“Got a little carried away there, didn’t I?” He chuckled sheepishly, ducking his head down as he finished cleaning you up. You bent down slightly and tugged up your panties and leggings before turning to face him, finding him doing up his zipper. “Guess seeing Angie here with that prat made me feel a little possessive. Did it make you uncomfortable?” The genuine concern lacing his voice nearly made you weak.

“No.” You shook your head, a small smile on your face. The kind of smile you give someone when you’re at the very seams of falling apart, but you’re doing everything in your power to keep it together. Of course, as he had been so vocally claiming you, his motive had been her. You could feel the beginning of tears welling up in your eyes, but you knew you couldn’t let them fall in front of Fred, so you quickly turned back around and gripped the sides of the sink.

“Then what’s wrong?” Fred’s hand was now on your shoulder, urging you to turn towards him. But you knew, one look at him and you’d be done for.

Your mind was racing as you tried to think of your best way out of this situation, the way to walk away without pouring your heart out and ruining this friendship. But, then, you kept hearing him tell Angelina that you were a couple, or the way he claimed you moments before, play over and over again in your head. It was the soundtrack to your heartbreak, and you had no way to turn down the volume.

“I really just want to be alone, Fred.” Was all you could muster, your voice shaking and making you cringe.

“Obviously I did something wrong.” Fred drew his hand back, but he made no motion to leave. “So just tell me what I did and we can fix it sooner rather than later.”

“There’s nothing to fix.” You spun back around, so vehemently ready to deny anything being wrong and send him away. But then you were looking into those soft brown eyes and your heart was breaking just a little bit more and you couldn’t help but let the tears fall. “Oh, for fucks sake.” You scolded yourself lightly, beginning to wipe the tears that had fallen.

“Hey, hey,” Fred cooed with open arms, ready to pull you into a hug and help in any way he could. Even if he didn’t completely understand what was going on, he hated to see you hurting.

You held out a stiff arm to keep him away, your other hand still uselessly trying to stop your tears.

A banging at the door and a muffled voice shouting ‘Hurry up in there!’ was the first thing to pull Fred’s attention from you. He had shouted back a quick ‘just a second!’ which you had barely even registered before you were apparating away from the confined space and back to the peaceful emptiness of your flat. There, you could collapse on the floor and cry about just how foolish you’d been to think this was ever a good idea in the first place.

-

Fred had been shocked and mildly upset when he turned around and you were nowhere to be found, but then wrote it off as your way of escaping the bathroom without people having to know what you had been doing in there. When he exited the bathroom and found George, alone, a few minutes later, he was remarkably more confused. Had you really left the pub as a whole? Without saying so much as a goodbye?

Still, Fred resigned to give you your space. He had seen how upset you were, and how reluctant you’d been to wrap up in his arms—which was typically your favorite place to be when you were upset—and decided maybe you really just did need to be alone. If you wanted space, space is what Fred would give you. In reason, of course.

So, when a week had passed with no word from you, Fred was growing remarkably more distraught. The two of you had never willingly gone this long without speaking, and no matter how much Fred tried to reach out, he never got anything in return but silence. Your absence was weighing on him, and he couldn’t help but rack his brain helplessly trying to decipher what exactly he had done wrong.

“Still no reply,” Fred sighed as he thumbed through the last of the mail he and George had been delivered that morning.

“Hm? Oh, Y/N, right.” George had glanced up from his stack of paperwork briefly, before returning his focus on his work. Fred narrowed his eyes at his brother, suddenly very aware of his uninterested response. Fred was a nervous wreck worrying about your disappearances, yet George sat uncharacteristically calm and unbothered.

“You’ve heard from her, haven’t you?” The realization hit Fred all at once, suddenly making him feel sick.

“Well, I mean, yeah.” George set down his quill, finally giving his brother his full attention.

“And you didn’t think to say anything?” Fred nearly screamed, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“You didn’t ask.” George rolled his eyes. “She’s fine, by the way. Just doesn’t…”

“Just doesn’t want to talk to me, right?” Fred scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “For Merlin’s sake, I don’t even know what I did!”

“Isn’t my place to say.” George shrugged. “Although, what I can say, and what may or may not have any relation to Y/N, is you are the blindest, daftest, git I’ve ever met.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m really going to have to spell it out, aren’t I?” George sighed, beginning to rub his face with his hands. “Alright, if I must. Let’s play a little game, shall we? I ask a question, you give a simple yes or no answer. Nothing else. Got it?”

“Yes, but—”

“Ah, ah, ah,” George wiggled his finger, effectively cutting his brother off. “Alright, now, first question. Have you slept with anyone besides Y/N since you broke up with Angelina?”

“No.” Fred furrowed his brows. “But I don’t get—” This time, he abruptly cut himself off when George shot him a stern look.

“Next question. If you had to guess, has Y/N slept with anyone else since you two started your little… Arrangement?”

“No.”

“Okay, now. Think back to last week, were you actually jealous because Angelina was there with some guy, or was it because she was there specifically with the guy you had been insecure about, and it brought up all those old feelings?”

“I— That’s not a yes or no question!”

“Right, sorry.” George chuckled. “I’ll rephrase; Were you actually just upset and insecure about the specific guy Angelina was with?”

“Yes.” Fred’s voice was softer now.

“Final ones, really hoping this ties it all together for you.” George leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk as he gazed at his brother. “Little jump back to question two; If Y/N did sleep with someone else since you started would that make you jealous?”

The room was quiet as Fred clenched his jaw. He hated that George knew him and his emotions so well, because it was impossible to hide from them when he was around. After a moment, he stared down at his shoes and simply nodded.

“And, would you say, it would make you more jealous than when you thought you were jealous about Angie?”

Comparing the two jealousies felt pointless to Fred, what he felt last week at the pub wouldn’t even be in the same ballpark as what he would feel if he found out you had slept with someone else. You had always been his person, someone who had been there for him even when he was a stupid teenage boy. You were the only one he’d ever venture to say knew him almost as well as George. He had always written off the tinges of jealousy he felt when other guys flirted with you as the general protectiveness of a best friend, but was what George was insinuating the real explanation? Did he actually just have feelings for you?

“Yeah, it would make me more jealous.” Fred sighed frustratedly. “So what, okay? So maybe I’ve started to have feelings for her. You helping me realize that doesn’t exactly help with the fact that she won’t talk to me.”

“Why don’t you stop by her flat and tell her exactly what you just realized, and tell me if it doesn’t help?” With that, George gathered the last of his paperwork and headed up the stairs to their flat without another word.

-

After a week of working every morning and crashing on your couch every night, watching every sad movie you could find, it was safe to say you were out of tears. Truthfully, now you were just exhausted. It still hurt, but you didn’t have the energy to think about it constantly anymore. For that, you were surprisingly thankful.

So when you heard a knock on your door that Saturday night, you weren’t sure what you had been expecting. You vaguely knew in the back of your mind that it could be Hermione checking in and dropping off food, as she had a few times throughout the week, or maybe George coming in hopes of cheering you up. What you hadn’t expected, though, was the frantic face of Fred, yet that’s exactly what you found.

“I’m sorry to just show up like this, I know it’s kind of late, but you left me no choice.” He pleaded softly. The worried look on his face and the bags under his eyes caused a pool of guilt to form in your stomach, so before you could really think about it, you opened the door further and gestured for him to come in.

You both made your way into your living room, each finding a place on opposite ends of your couch. For a few moments, neither of you spoke. Fred nervously ran his hands up and down his thighs, while you wrung your hands repeatedly. Neither of you could seem to look at each other.

“Look I’m—”

“George said—”

Both of you had gone to speak at the same time, causing you to both cut off abruptly. Your eyes found each other for the first time and within seconds a smile was lighting up each of your faces, light laughter bursting from your lips.

“You go ahead.” You offered, the small smile still on your lips despite the pain in your heart. Fred seemed to draw in a deep breath, seeming uncharacteristically nervous. Your stomach flipped at the potential list of things that could come out of his mouth.

“I think I’m starting to fall for you.”

Well, that certainly hadn’t been on your list.

“You… You what?” You questioned, desperate for clarification. Desperate to have him repeat it.

“I said, I think I’m starting to fall for you.” He repeated, the look in his eyes so genuine you nearly trembled. “And I know you don’t want to talk to me right now, and I still don’t know why, but this is my way of saying I can’t lose you. Even if you don’t feel the same way—”

“What about Angelina?” Your voice was soft, unbelieving that this could ever be your reality.

“What about her?” Fred cocked his head to the side. Suddenly, how upset you got the week before all made sense to him, and he realized George was right. He was a daft git. “Y/N…” He trailed off, his heart suddenly hurting from the pain he’d caused you. “I’ve been such an arse, haven’t I? I used you to make her jealous, and what I said… Oh, fuck.”

You stared down at your hands in your lap. You hated reliving that night again, but some part of you was happy that at least now he had caught on.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” He leaned forward and gently rested his hand on your cheek, coaxing you to look at him. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t care about her like that anymore, I mean it, okay? It just sucked seeing her there with the one guy I had always worried about.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He nodded. “Godric, I’ve probably been falling for you my whole life and just been too blind to see it.” His thumb lightly traced your cheekbone, causing your eyes to flutter close. “And even if you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay. Because I’m still sorry, and I’ll still do any—”

His words were cut off by you nearly throwing yourself towards him, your lips hurriedly find his. Although he seemed shocked at first, he quickly melted into the familiar feeling of your lips on his, and his hand moved down to cup your jaw. Butterflies were fully alive in your stomach, and for the first time you didn’t have the urge to squash them. This felt like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. After a moment, he pulled back and searched your eyes.

“Was that your way of telling me you feel the same way?” He grinned. “Because, for us, kissing your friend is normal. So I don’t know what that means—”

“Yes, you big idiot.” You teased, although you held nothing but love in your eyes. “I feel the same way.”

Now, he really was unsure why you hadn’t gotten together sooner.

#Fred Weasley smut #Fred Weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #Fred Weasley fanfic #fred weasley x y/n

[dissociativesworld]

Unexpected Matrimony

Pairing: Captain Rex x reader

Word Count: ~1.9K

Tags: NSFW, slow-burn-ish (familiar with each other before the story), marriage for the mission, Rex sucks at flirting, reader teases the shit out of him, both are oblivious, PiV (wrap it up in rl), cum outside (whoa I know), some dom energy from Rex, not edited because this got rewritten three times already

A/N: Kinda find Rex hard to write, not being he's not amazing but because I feel like his character is a little more complex emotionally than some of the other clones? (I feel the same way about Echo, I'd love to write him but shit there's so many facets) idk either way - enjoy

Story below the cut

“So how’s it feel being the only clone trooper to be legally married?” You giggle, taking a sip of wine.

You had no idea why you and Rex getting married was so important to the mission but Anakin seemed pressed that you would say no. So much so that he didn’t tell either of you until Ahsoka let it slip on the ride here. While initially annoyed, you enjoyed Rex’s shocked face way too much.

“What the matter Captain? The idea of marrying me that appalling?” You elbowed him in the ribs, earning a hearty laugh from his crew.

He didn’t respond but looked even more flustered at your jesting. Well, there were certainly worse men in the Republic to be forced to marry than him.

Rex’s nervous chuckle brought you back to the moment.

“I have to admit, I never thought that would be something I experienced.” He rubbed the back of his head like he did when nervous.

Since when did you know that? You caught yourself. Being friends with Anakin and Padme meant you got more face time with the 501st than normal civilians so you and Rex weren’t strangers. You’d even accompanied them to 79s on more than one occasion. But Rex, while there, had always hung back a bit while you were there. Or at least that’s what his team told you.

Now it was just the two of you sitting in a honeymoon suite on some planet you’d never been to before while Anakin and the rest of the squad were traipsing around completing the mission. Maybe afterward he’d actually explain why you two were just sitting here. Surely Rex would be more useful helping out or at least happier than he seemed to be in your presence.

“Still bummed that it had to be me?” You circled back to your earlier joke.

Rex glanced up at you, his brown eyes searching your face. His face was hard to read, probably got plenty of practice with a general like Anakin.

“I definitely didn’t imagine it being you. But I wouldn’t consider that a bad thing.” His voice trailed off as he spoke, you almost couldn’t hear the last part.

“Aw well, I’m glad I’m not a complete letdown.” You laughed, happy to see you earned another blush from the man. “I guess the guys will never let you hear the end of this, huh?”

“I don’t mind. I get to rub it in their faces if anything.” Rex mumbled into his drink, a pink tint still coloring his face.

You giggled, biting your lower lips as you watched him. The muscle in his jaw was tensed as he swallowed, the tip of his tongue flicking across his lips. For a clone, he was so distinct and not just from the blond hair. The way he held himself was different, you’d noticed it the second you met him and he hadn’t disappointed since. You found her eyes dipping lower, enjoying the new sight of him without the top pieces of his armor on.

“You’re staring.” Rex’s voice brought you back to reality yet again.

“I can’t help it, you’re pretty good-looking you know.” You smirked, lifting your glass back up to your lips.

“You’re one to talk.” He chuckled. “You ever wonder why the boys are always inviting you out?”

You scoffed with a giggle, “here I thought it was because of my impeccable sense of humor.”

“I mean, you’re so much more than beautiful,” there was the neck scratch again. “You really haven’t noticed their flirting?”

You paused, considering the question.

“Nope, I just assumed they’re like that with all women.” You giggled, pausing a moment.

Maybe you should just go for it. What’s the harm? The poor guy was already married to you.

“To be honest I was probably watching you more than listening to them.” You feigned a cough before taking another sip of your drink.

Rex’s head snapped up.

“Why is that?”

“I told you, you’re a handsome guy.” You giggled.

Rex glanced back down at the floor for a second before standing from where he was leaning. Your eyes followed him, watching the way he moved toward you the way he always did. Shoulder’s back, spine straight, chin up. He paused in front of you before holding out a hand.

You took it without hesitation, allowing yourself to be pulled to your feet curious what he was up to. Maybe the impassive face wasn’t such a good thing. At least to you.

Rex inhaled sharply, this was the closest you’d been to him besides the wedding ceremony. He smelled like the military issue soap you’d come to associate with the troopers and you could catch a whiff of the whiskey he’d been drinking, a wedding gift from Anakin. Or a condolence gift, who knew with him.

“I’d like to kiss you if you’re not opposed,” Rex spoke formally, previous relaxed chatter seemed to be forgotten.

You paused for a moment, surprised at the sudden forward approach. Never once before did you think he would ever be genuinely interested in you. Especially after his teams’ comments about him being standoffish whenever you were around.

Rex’s blank face faltered, it was only a second but you saw the momentary collapse in confidence.

Fuck it.

You reached up, grabbing his shoulders before pushing your lips against his. He didn’t move for a second, seemly surprised by your actions. After a moment you felt arms circle your waist and pull you closer against his chest. You melted into the embrace, feeling the sinewy muscle through his blacks.

He reluctantly pulled away, eyes soft as he stared into yours.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked quietly, eyes flicking between his searching for an answer.

His lips crashed back into yours making your heart leap in your chest. A hand went to the back of your head, fingers knotting in your hair as his lips moved against yours. You looped your arms around his neck both of you pulling each other into yourselves.

Rex’s hands went to your thighs, lifting them so you could circle your legs around his waist. You paid no mind as he moved, just focused on his mouth as his tongue danced with yours.

Suddenly he broke away and dropped you onto the bed in the middle of the room. You gazed up at the captain to see him staring back with an adoring gaze that you had never seen before, not that you were complaining.

“I don’t know where you got the idea that I don’t like you.” Rex spoke in a husky tone. “But hopefully this clears that up.”

He leaned down and caged you down to the bed with his body, lips back on yours. You could feel your lips becoming raw from the attention but you didn’t want it to stop. It wasn’t long though before he moved to kiss down your jaw then neck to your shoulder where he bit down gently, sucking at your soft flesh.

You could feel the heat pool between your legs, your hands moving to his back as you moan. He bit down a little harder and you dug your nails into his back. The rumble of his groan could be felt against your skin before he moved to continue trailing kisses down between your breasts to your navel. You mentally cursed the dress that you were wearing, it was going to take way too long to get it off and you did not want to wait that long.

Rex on the other hand didn’t seem to mind as he reached for your calf, hand moving up your leg and under the dress skirts before stopping right above your knee. His eyes met yours again, unspoken question hanging in the air.

And then his comm rung.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you blurted out, sexual frustration clouding your mind.

Rex chuckled before reluctantly getting up and retrieving the device from where his armor was. He walked back over to where you were, now sitting up.

“General Anakin?” Rex answered.

“Hey Rex - sorry for ditching you two, we needed a convincing cover for being planet-side. Are you two both still alive?”

You could hear hushed laughter in the background, gazing up at Rex you could see his face starting to flush again. He was so lucky color didn’t show well over holo or else he’d never hear the end of it.

“Yes sir.” He answered curtly, eyes darting down to look at you with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Good, we’ll be back in about a half-hour to get you guys. Hang in there.” Anakin said before signing off.

Both of you stood in silence for a moment before you smirked and stood up next to him.

“I don’t know about you but I think that means we still have some time to kill.”

Rex reached around your back to unlace the back when you pushed him down onto the bed. He looked up at you with an arched brow.

“Still not enough to get this thing off,” your smirk remaining on your face as you move to straddle his waist.

His eyes widened momentarily before returning your smirk and pulling you into another bruising kiss. You moved your hips just enough for him to be able to push the waistband of his blacks down before you felt his hard cock press against your damp panties. His fingers pushed the fabric aside as you reached down to guide his cock.

You could feel your own blush crawling along your cheeks as you watched Rex’s face. His eyes were hungry as they locked between your legs as you sat on his cock, he moaned and dropped his head back onto the bed as you bottomed out. Moving your hips slightly earned another loud groan from him emboldening you to set a slow teasing pace.

Suddenly he gripped your hips before sitting up so your bodies were flush against each other again.

“We don’t have time for that mesh’la and I’m not leaving here until I feel you cum on my cock.” His hips gyrating into yours, making sure to hit every sensitive spot inside you.

His hand went to your clit as you rode him, the heat coiling quickly in your belly. You could hear him murmuring in Mando’a as your pussy clenched around him, the tension threatening to snap.

Rex’s comm rang again.

You paused, beyond frustrated.

“I didn’t say stop mesh’la,” Rex growled, hips snapping up into you again encouraging you to keep going.

“But Skyw-” You started before Rex grabbed the back of your head, pulling your face to his in a searing kiss.

The tension building snapped and you felt your orgasm wash over you like a wave, your legs shaking from the force. Rex pushed his hips up into you twice more before pulling you off him, ropes of cum spilling down his cock as you two panted.

Rex moved you to his side as he got up and grabbed the comm, yet again, slipping his cock into his pants before answering.

You didn’t bother to eavesdrop this time, laying back on the bed letting the blissed-out feeling numb your senses. Soon Rex was standing over you, a genuine smile on his face.

“It’s time to go mesh’la.” His voice was soft, as he stroked your still exposed thigh.

You smiled back, sighing deeply. “One more kiss?”

Rex chuckled, grabbing your hand to help you stand. He pressed his forehead against yours before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“There will be plenty more later mesh’la."

#rex x reader #captain rex x reader #rex x you #star wars headcanons #star wars #clone wars #clone wars imagine #captain rex #cw rex

[johnkrrasinski]

𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜

Chapter 3: chains around my demons

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Pairings: bucky barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,798

Summary: blessed with telepathic abilities since birth, you were captured by HYDRA and turned into one of their weapons to kill. after the blip, you were pardoned by the government and you were obliged to check up with dr. raynor everyday which you had no clue would lead you to the one soul you’d been waiting for.

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+) angst, mentions of anxiety, nightmares, murders.

A/N: this series is dedicated to the lovely @ohmickeyhenry who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for trusting me with your story. i sincerely hope you like it.

The next day, you packed up your bags and were ready to leave. You were waiting on Sam to arrive at Wakanda with the quinjet so he could fly you and Bucky back to the compound. You were a little bummed about leaving Wakanda, it had been a therapeutic experience for you and Bucky to be here. The thought of living the domestic life, in a beautiful place like Wakanda that is far away from the bustling city of New York was enticing. Sometimes you’d look at Bucky just walking around in his shirt and sweatpants doing the most mundane things instead of getting prepared for another mission and you’d think “I could get used to this.”

You thanked T’Challa, Shuri, Queen Ramonda and the Dola Milaje for everything they had done before you bid your farewell. You promised to stay in contact with Shuri and the Dora Milaje but it was still hard to leave them, they were truly the best people you had ever met. They reminded you of everything HYDRA was not. You could see why Bucky always spoke so highly of them.

Later that night, you had the compound all to yourself. Tony was having a date night with Pepper, Natasha was on a mission to Hungary, Sam was visiting his sister in Louisiana and Rhodey was dealing with some air force matters. As much as you loved the Avengers, you were grateful for this moment alone with Bucky.

The dimmed lights in the kitchen where you and Bucky just had dinner gave him an idea, “doll, get up…”

She did as he told even though she had no clue what he was planning, “for what, Bucky?”

He didn’t answer her but rather, he commanded FRIDAY to play a song called Put Your Heart on My Shoulder by Paul Anka. “Let’s dance, doll.”

He put his flesh hand on your waist and took your left hand with his vibranium arm, “I haven’t danced in ages, Buck.”

“Me neither, doll, but we’ll learn from each other,” he smiled affectionately at you.

It started off slow and you kept your eyes on each other, saying things that words can’t illustrate. It’s love, the realization of how fortunate you both were to have found each other. “I wish we could stay like this forever,” you uttered softly as you fiddled with his dog tags.

“Me too, doll. But we got each other now, I won’t let anything keep me away from you for too long.”

There was a brief silence. “Do you remember the last time you danced like this?”

“1945, Stark Expo, before I was shipped out to England. Her name was Connie and I took Steve with me because I wanted to spend it with him on my last night. I set him up with Connie’s friend but the punk just left to try to enlist in the army.”

Steve. You’d heard about him from Natasha and Tony. No one outside of the Avengers really knew where he was but you knew that he went back in time. That’s all you knew about it. You had also learned about his and Bucky’s friendship and how they really went all the way back. You were often curious about his ‘disappearance’ however you didn’t wanna pry or made Bucky feel worse. Losing a friend was always hard, let alone someone who was his only connection to his past, the life that he knew before he was forced to live out those violent years. You’d heard from Sam about how Steve was the only reason why Bucky stayed alive and how he had thought about committing suicide before. Now that he was gone, Sam often feared that Bucky would snap and give in to it but he always tried to be there for him. You were just glad that Bucky had Sam even before you were around.

“Do you… miss Steve?” you hesitantly asked as you rested your head on his chest.

“All the time,” He confessed. You were a tad relieved that Bucky wanted to open up about him to you. “He was the only family I got left, and when he went back, I felt empty. I was just lucky that Sam didn’t give up on me… And that, I met you.”

You smiled, you lifted your head to look at him. “You’re never gonna lose me. Not again,” you touched his face and he kissed you. It was soft, nothing like the kiss on your last night in Wakanda, but you could feel him pouring all the emotions and gratitude he had for you and you did just the same.

He lifted you as you wrapped his legs around his waist, still maintaining that kiss. Bucky carried you onto the dining table where you just had your dinner and he laid you there as he trailed to your throat and all the way down to your body which was now half-exposed after he lifted the hem of your shirt up until your breasts were revealed.

You weren’t wearing any bra so it was easier for him to access your nipples, he sucked on the right one as his flesh hand made its way down to your pants, unbuttoning it, and he inserted his fingers to find your clit, rubbing it in circles, making you even wetter every second. You shut your eyes, letting him have his way with your body.

His fingers and his tongue worked so magically that within seconds, he had you close to orgasm. “Bucky, so close…” You could feel his smirk against your nipple and he rubbed you faster. You moaned his name as you released all over his digits, soaking them up and he lifted his head to look into your eyes as he sucked your juices all over his hand like a fucking ice cream.

“You taste like heaven, sweetheart.” The sight of Bucky staring intensely at you as he sucked on his fingers that were drenched by your cum was euphoric, like watching a live homemade porn video. Bucky took off his sweatpants and his shirt, discarding them on the floor. Seeing him shirtless never ceased to mesmerize you, his body was a work of art. He’d told you one night that it took him a while to accept the scars on his body, let alone the bionic arm that felt nothing like a human but you told him that you loved every inch of it and if you could, you’d worship it forever.

Bucky then lifted the shirt that was still rumpled on your chest, up to your wrists, where he used it as a makeshift knot, keeping your hands above your head, “stay there, understand?”

“Yes, sergeant.” You had no idea what sparked that nickname, but from the way he grinned, he sure loved it and if he loved it, then you were sure to use that in future steamy sessions.

“Sergeant, huh? You’re in big trouble, darling.” Bucky tore your damp panties and you gasped, not expecting him to be so aggressive… Not that you were complaining though. “Bucky…”

“Shh, let me take care of you, baby.” He kissed you ferociously, with his tongue completely dominating your mouth. Without any warning, his middle finger intruded your body… But it was an entirely different feeling from the last time he did that to you because he was using his vibranium arm and the sensation instantly took over your body, running in your veins like that serum in his blood.

“Oh God, Buck…” You whined as you looked down to where his finger was moving in and out of you at a slow pace.

“Does it feel good?” He asked as he kept looking at your face, searching for any signs of discomfort but with each motion, you only seemed to enjoy it.

“Yes, it feels fucking amazing… Don’t stop, please.”

He began to move his digits faster, and when your wails grew louder, he inserted another finger and you arched your back. “Fuck, oh God…” Bucky curled his fingers to brush your sweet spot, pushing you to the edge and you cum for the second time all over his vibranium hand.

“You’re so hot when you cum,” he whispered in a gravelly low voice that could weaken any woman in the knees. He pulled his fingers out of you and he used your juices to stroke his member to make it easier to slide into you.

Bucky lifted your legs onto his shoulders and he lined his cock to your entrance, slowly as he felt your walls fluttered around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Bucky began moving, he was taking his time with your body, wanting to feel every inch of you and you of him, and you whimpered with every thrust. He felt so heavy between your hips that you could feel your orgasm approaching fast, even with the languid pace.

“I’m not gonna last long…” You said in between whimpers.

“I know, doll. Just let go when you’re ready, okay?” He began to speed up, his grunts and the sound of your skin slapping was obscene, making you nearly forget you were fucking in the place where the Avengers would feast (if they found out what you did on this table, Tony would hire a cleaning service company to scrub the entire surface thrice.)

The coil in your lower abdomen tightened and you knew you were seconds away from rupturing. A few more thrusts and you hit your peak. Bucky kept holding your hips tightly and he continued to pound into you, prolonging your orgasm as he chased his own climax. Your body trembled from the aftershocks but from the way Bucky was impaling you, you could feel a fourth orgasm coming and you didn’t know if you could take it anymore.

He felt you squeezing his cock once again and you both came together, pleasure washed over both of you. He shot his load inside you, painting your walls white. A few more shallow thrusts to blow every drop he had left within him. He stayed inside you as he hid his face between your neck and your shoulder, the warmth of his body on top of you was comforting despite the sweat all over your body.

Bucky lifted his head to look at you and sweep the strands of hair sticking on your forehead, “you okay?” he panted. You could only respond by nodding, not moving because of the weight of him still between your legs and how completely spent you were.

Once he had regained his composure, he retreated himself out of you and he carried you in bridal style to your room, wanting nothing else than to take care of you with a hot bath and forehead kisses under the duvet.

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#HarringroveApril Day 4: Rollerskates

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At Hawkins Middle School, when you hit the fifth grade, you have to write an essay on where you see yourself in ten years. Little Steve, who sat in the front row of Mrs. French’s home room wrote his in blue colored pencil, declaring proudly in that essay that he’d be an astronaut. He later learned that was very unrealistic, and space freaked him out so he wasn’t too bummed about it, he’d chosen it based off of the poster hanging above the chalkboard, so it was fine. But despite not knowing who he wanted to be then, he never expected that in his “ten years from now” he’d be working at a roller rink in California, making minimum wage helping little kids up off the ground when they fell.

That’s what he did for forty hours a week, every week, paying low rent only because Robin was generous enough to let him stay with her, insisting that one hundred dollars a month and help cleaning up was plenty to float the bill. He followed her to California thinking there’d be more for him there. More than just the Family Video that was getting ready to be converted into a Blockbuster Video by the time he got out.

But after job searching in the booming city proved to be unsuccessful, and learning that being picky was not a privilege he had, he settled on the run down roller rink on the outskirts of town where the red carpet on the walls was peeling off and there were dips in the skating floor that made Steve’s job as the designated savior to all the kids, and occasionally adults, who couldn’t hold a vertical position.

He wore the ridiculous referee style shirt with the black and white lines that almost made him look like he’d just escaped from prison, and he circled around the rink, over and over again, for hours on end while open skate was alive and amateurs were in desperate need for his assistance. It wasn’t all bad. Steve had no problem helping up the crying five year old girl who hit her knee hard enough that he could already see bruising, and escorting her off the rink and getting her ice and a bandage, he had no problem with the twelve year old boy who had at least one hand in contact with the wall at all times who was knocked over by some high school jerks.

He hated when the mother’s who came with their kids would purposely fall over with a snicker as soon as Steve switched in on the floor. Very dramatic with their execution, sure to always trip over some nonexistent hole in the floor when Steve was close by just so he’d reach out his hand and lift her from the ground, likely the most action she’d seen in a while. He hated being used like that, he despised when he would turn to leave and they’d gawk at his ass as he skated away, some very drunk and very brave women had even gone as far to steal themselves a squeeze.

When Steve first got the job, he figured it would just be the thing he did to get by before he found a real job. But after the tenth interview resulted in a call beginning with the line “we regret to inform you” he decided to invest in more than one black and white striped shirt. He was going on five years now and his hourly pay had only raised by a dollar in that time, only after taking up extra duties behind the concession stand and skate rental. He worked there long enough to know the regulars. He knew the kids that he needed to look out for, the ones with the wobbly knees that did less than skate and more so stomp around, the teens on rollerblades who were just begging to get themselves kicked out by going the wrong direction, and he definitely steered clear of the women who definitely hit the bar before their Friday night roller skating escapades. He also watched as little kids who fell over every thirty seconds who spent the bulk of their time sitting out and watching improve and grow into solid skaters who could go an entire night staying up on their feet without issue. He knew almost everyone by name, there were rarely ever newcomers, so when the little girl in her little white skates with purple laces rolled out onto the floor by herself, he was not only shocked to see a new face, but shocked at how a kid looking to be barely four was outskating kids ten years older than her. She wasn’t doing any flips or tricks or anything extravagant, but she was smooth with her movements, she was fast, and she had a balance that could compete with his own.

So Steve had to do some investigating. He exercised his privilege of being the only adult employee and sent the new seventeen year old out on the floor while he looked around the seating area for a second unfamiliar face.

Except he doesn’t find an unfamiliar face. Every face in the crowd of skaters in the rink and parents watching from the side is a face he’s seen before.

But one face stands out amongst the rest.

“Billy?”

It had to be him. His hair was short and he'd grown a short beard, but Steve knew that skull tattoo and those blue eyes anywhere.

“Steve?” Billy said back, looking at him in shock. Steve was just glad he was still recognizable.

“Hey man, what are you doing here?”

Billy just pointed out at the floor. “No other rinks in town would let her skate because she’s “too young” so we came here.” He said, and Steve’s eyes found the little girl with the white and purple skates and instantly saw the resemblance. With her blonde curly hair and blue eyes and freckled cheeks, she was the spitting image of Billy. “How long have you been in Cali?”

“Robin and I moved over in ‘86, she just graduated from UCLA.”

Billy looked at him quizzically. “Buckley? The two of you a thing?”

Steve couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “I think her girlfriend would take issue with that.”

And Billy just matched his laughter. “You know what? That actually makes a lot of sense.”

“What about you? Wow you got a kid now! You got a wife too?”

Billy shook his head. “No, no. I love Bridgettes mom, but uh… we weren’t exactly compatible.”

“Well it looks like the two of you made one hell of a kid, that’s for sure.”

“We sure did.” Billy says as he looks out at the rink fondly, and Steve sees an entirely different person from the mullet wearing asshole who beat the living shit out of him once, the guy who had a lot more going on than people knew about, the guy who was in pain and never had an authentic smile. He saw into those deep blue eyes and was able to forget about the guy he was, because somehow after only minutes after crossing paths for the first time in five years, he was falling for him, for this new and happy Billy Hargrove.

And Steve says fuck it. He’s spent years having middle aged women literally fall for him, and it was time he took a page out of their book. He doesn’t go as far as to grab his ass, but he makes the bold move.

“Would you maybe want to go out for coffee sometime to like, catch up?”

Billy looks at Steve for a second too long and Steve instantly regrets it as Billy looks him up and down. He wants to take it all back right there but he watches Billy smile and silence his thoughts by saying “Sure. Meet here same time next Friday?”

And Steve doesn’t know what to do next. He’d avoided the dating scene entirely after one bad encounter with a guy he met in ‘87 and it was suffice to say he was out of practice. “Yeah! Great! It’s a uhh…” he paused, not knowing how to finish that sentence.

But fortunately, this version of Billy still had the same amount of game that he did when he was seventeen.

“Steve?” He says, catching Steve mid blush and breath caught in his throat. “It’s a date.”

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[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

The Mercer Legacy - Part 2

Pairings: Reggie x Luke x Reader, Willex

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: swearing

a/n: ahhh here’s part 2 of The Mercer Legacy!! I have been super busy and also told myself I wouldn’t write more of this until Sunset Swerve was finished (which it’s technically not bc it’s still missing an epilogue but shhhh) but I’m really excited to share this with y’all!! As always, please let me know what you think and comment/send me an ask if you’d like to be added to my taglist!! Oh, let’s all pretend that Luke and Reggie are in their concert blacks backstage at the event from Part 1 in the second edit, thanks :)

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You met at the place where your front lawns touched, both of you storming out of your houses at the same time to confront each other.

“I can’t believe you lied to me!”

“I can’t believe you tricked me!” 

You both paused, having yelled at each other at the same time and needing a moment to comprehend what the other had said.

“Really?” You spoke first, quirking a brow and pursing your lips as you stared down your best friend. “You’re going to whine about a harmless prank when you’ve been living a freaking Hannah Montana double life?!”

“A Hannah Montana double life?” Alex repeated as if he couldn’t believe those were words that had just come out of your mouth. 

“Yeah, asshole. You’ve got secret cute friends, you’re in a secret band-“

“Actually can we talk about this inside?” He cut you off, looking around frantically as if he just remembered that you were outside and anyone could hear you. 

You glared at him for interrupting but turned to lead the way back towards your house. 

“Now I understand how Lily felt,” you grumbled and you could practically hear Alex roll his eyes. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“Oh, fuck off!” 

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“So what I still don’t understand is why you didn’t just tell me all of this to begin with,” you finally spoke after Alex explained to you everything about meeting the guys and forming the band. You were sat across from each other on your bed, normally you’d sit side-by-side against the pillows or cuddle but this was serious. “Do you not trust me?”

Alex snapped his head up at that, looking you straight in the eyes as he spoke. 

“No! Y/N, of course, that’s not it! You know you’re my best friend, I’d trust you with my life!” He rushed to reassure you. 

“Then why not this?” 

Alex sighed. 

“I don’t know, it just...it all happened really fast and telling you slipped my mind and then it seemed too late to tell you and I just- I didn’t want you to be mad at me,” he rambled and you shook your head fondly. 

“You’re an idiot, you know that right?” 

“That’s why I need you, you have all the brains,” he was quick to respond, breaking out the innocent look he usually reserved for parents. 

“Kiss ass,” you grumbled but gesture for him to join you against the pillows anyway. 

“I’m glad you know now,” Alex said quietly as he settled next to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him. “Don’t replace me with Luke and Reggie though.”

You laughed at that, quickly reassuring him that you could never before pulling out your phone. 

“What’re you doing?” Alex asked curiously, trying to get a look at the screen. 

“I’m changing your contact name to Hannah Montana,” you answered simply as you tapped away on your phone, doing just that. 

“Oh my gosh, seriously? You’re never gonna let that go are you?” He groaned. 

“Listen, I really don’t think you’re appreciating how clever that was. I’m a genius.” 

“Of course, my genius best friend,” Alex teased, hugging you closer to him briefly. 

You nuzzled your head into his shoulder, grateful for the show of affection. You knew Alex wasn’t a very physical person so the fact that he was comfortable enough with you to express his affection in this manner was huge. You always joked that he was the brother you’d never asked for and it was like he caught the cuddle bug when the two of you hung out. You’d spent many an afternoon or sleepover cuddled up just like this. 

“Oh! I should probably text the guys and let them know you’re alive,” you spoke after a moment, reaching for your phone once more. 

“The guys,” Alex repeated in disbelief at the casual reference to Luke and Reggie before the rest of your statement registered in his mind. “Wait, let them know what?!”

“Shhhh, it’s fine,” you waved him off as you sent a text in your group chat. “I just might’ve threatened your life for lying to me.”

“You threat- y’know what, I shouldn’t even be surprised anymore,” he sighed exasperatedly. 

“You really shouldn’t,” you laughed. “Luke says you’re late for band practice.”

“Oh shit!” Alex exclaimed, sitting up suddenly, the movement forcing you to sit up as well. “I gotta go- wait, do you wanna come with? I’m sure the rest of the group won’t mind.”

“Do I want to come... y’know I was joking about me having all the brains in this friendship but now I’m starting to think it’s true,” you huffed as you followed your best friend out of the room. 

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“Hey guys, sorry I’m late!” Alex apologized as he rushed into the garage where the band apparently practiced. 

Upon entry, you found the garage had been converted to a well-lit and nicely decorated studio, equipped with everything you assumed a band of high schoolers could need. As you followed Alex in he gestured over to a couple of armchairs and a couch clustered across from the band setup for you to sit in before he quickly made his way behind the drum set. 

“No problem man, we know you were making up with- y/n!” Luke exclaimed, catching sight of you seated in one of the chairs in front of him. 

“What’re you doing here?” Reggie blurted out, having spun around to face you when Luke had said your name and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 

“Um, Alex said I could come watch you practice?” You tried to explain but it came out as more of a question in your flustered state. “He didn’t think you guys would mind but if you do I can just head back home...”

You moved to stand up from your chair but the boys were quick to stop you. 

“No!” They shouted simultaneously. Thank goodness for guitar straps because each boy nearly dropped their instrument in their haste to keep you from leaving. 

“You just... caught us off guard. That’s all,” Luke explained, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you heard Alex groan from the back, drawing your attention. 

“What’s up?” You called back to him, settling back into your seat and sending Luke and Reggie a grateful smile before giving your best friend your undivided attention.

“Huh? Oh! I, uh, one of my sticks looks like it’s starting to crack,” he excused, sounding like he hadn’t meant to be heard. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him, knowing he was leaving something out but you wouldn’t push it. At least not in front of Luke and Reggie. “Anyways, where’s Jules?”

“She just ran inside to grab some water,” Reggie answered, and if on cue the studio doors opened and a smaller girl carrying an armful of water bottles who you assumed must be Julie stepped in. 

“Y’know, one of you guys could’ve offered to help,” she huffed, walking over to each of the three boys to hand them a bottle. 

Like Luke and Reggie, it took her a moment to notice your presence as she jumped slightly when she turned around and spotted you. You smiled sheepishly, feeling that embarrassed heat rise into your face once again. 

“You must be Y/N!” She exclaimed, grinning at you. “I’m Julie. Do you want a water?” 

You graciously accepted the offer from the curly-haired girl, thankful that she didn’t seem to mind that you were there. After making sure you felt welcome Julie was all business, getting the band started on their rehearsal. The same could not be said for the guys. 

Luke was the first to start goofing off while Reggie had been pointedly averting his gaze whenever you looked at him. It was a complete tone shift from the confident boy who had winked at you at the debutante ball but Luke’s showing off seemed to empower him. The brunet, on the other hand, hadn’t wasted any time doing silly rockstar moves and adding in guitar riffs that you could tell weren’t typically apart of the songs by Alex and Julie’s fond but exasperated expressions. Not long after, Reggie joined in on the shenanigans, the two boys competing for your attention. 

For his part, Alex did seem to be doing his best to maintain his professionalism but, well, once Luke and Reggie started acting out you weren’t surprised that he followed. You thought it was cute, your best friend was jealous. Whether it was because he thought you were stealing his friends or they were stealing you was yet to be seen, but you thought it was endearing despite knowing that he had nothing to worry about. 

Well, maybe he had to worry about you stealing Luke and Reggie. Despite not knowing them for very long the two boys had quickly grown on you and you were grateful for opportunities like sitting in on band practice to get to spend more time with them, even if you weren’t talking or interacting with them directly. You got the feeling that music was a language of their own, especially for Luke. Even as he did everything in his power to gain and keep your attention you could tell that each song was important to him. 

You were surprised and bummed when they finished rehearsing, your personal mini-concert over. However, you hadn’t realized practice being over didn’t mean you had to go home. Apparently, the guys often stayed late in Julie’s garage just hanging out. 

“So, what exactly do your parents think you’re doing when you’re here?” You asked Alex much later, having just noticed the sun had long since set and wondering how the boy had escaped his parents’ curiosity and strictness for so long.  

You had migrated to the couch at some point in the evening, your legs draped across Luke’s lap as you stretched out on the sofa. Reggie and Alex occupied the two closest armchairs. 

“Usually I just say I’m at your house,” Alex shrugged and you sat up abruptly, staring at him as if he were insane (which, by the way, he was). 

“And you never thought to tell me that I was your alibi?” You questioned in disbelief. “What if they had checked in?!” 

“They wouldn’t have checked in.”

“They’re helicopter parents!” 

“But they trust me,” Alex smirked and you huffed. 

“Right. How could I forget you’re the Golden Boy. Every parent to ever exists trusts you immediately by default,” you groaned, flopping back onto the couch dramatically. 

The guys all laughed at that and you smirked victoriously to yourself, proud that you were able to do that. The boys led the conversation after that with you jumping in occasionally, just content to be there. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before your eyelids grew heavy and you decided to close them, believing you could still listen and participate in the conversation with your eyes shut.

The boys didn’t realize you were asleep until Luke felt you shiver, your legs still laying across his lap. He looked over to find you with your eyes closed, a peaceful expression on your face, and goosebumps all over your arms. You were freezing. 

Realizing that there were no blankets nearby, Luke began to slowly shrug off his flannel so as to not disturb you. The same flannel that Alex had made fun of him for wearing because “It’s June in LA and it’s a million degrees out.” Well, suck it, Alex, because now he was able to drape it across your torso. 

A warm, fluttering feeling erupted in his chest when you unconsciously grasped onto the fabric, snuggling further into the material. 

At this point, Alex and Reggie had caught on to the fact that you had fallen asleep and while the boys did resume their conversation, there was a noticeable shift in volume. Luke flinched the next time he felt you move, thinking their talking had woke you up. However, he looked to see that your eyes were still closed, no signs of consciousness to be found in your features and he let out a small sigh of relief. 

“Hey, Reg can you go grab a blanket from the loft?” Luke asked, looking away from you to give his friend his signature puppy dog eyes. 

It turned out he didn’t need to though as Reggie had already jumped up from his seat and started making his way quickly and quietly to the ladder. He made it up and down from the loft with no troubles but it didn’t last. Barely two steps away from the ladder Reggie tripped, falling into Alex’s drum set. Luke and Alex watched with wide eyes as at the last minute the boy attempted to launch himself in the opposite direction, not wanting to damage the drums and he nearly managed to save it, until he knocked the high-hat over with his foot. 

The cymbals hit the ground with a loud crash and you startled awake, eyes flying open and heart racing at the sound. 

“What the fuck was that?” You gasped, sitting up as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. “Was I asleep?” 

“That was Reggie knocking over the cymbals and yeah, you were knocked out,” Luke chuckled, smiling lightly at you. Alex had already jumped up, rushing to the back to make sure his high-hat and friend were okay. 

“Oh my gosh! Are you okay Reg?” You asked, your head snapping to the band set-up just in time to see the boy in question stand up, brushing off his pants before carefully making his way back to you. 

“Yeah, I’m all good,” he replied cheerily before handing you the waded-up ball of fabric. “I was grabbing you a blanket, you were shivering in your sleep.” He explained softly and your heart warmed at the gesture.

“Aww babes, that’s so sweet,” you cooed accepting the blanket from the blushing boy even though you were no longer sleeping. As you set down the blanket you noticed Luke’s flannel already laying in your lap and you felt heat rise to your cheeks at the realization that he must have placed it over you in your sleep. 

“Babes?” Alex repeated as he walked back, looking at you funny and you sent a puzzled look back. 

“What? I used to call you babe all the time before you got permanently relegated to ‘asshole.’” Alex rolled his eyes at that while Luke and Reggie chuckled. 

“Okay, it’s time to go,” Alex huffed, pulling you off the couch and you pouted. 

“Well, bye I guess!” You whined, waving at the boys while Alex tried to forcibly remove you from the garage as quickly as possible. “Asshole.” You cursed him quietly under your breath. 

Part 3

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Something Sweet

Chapter 3: Concerts and Cupcakes

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Pairing: Modern!Paz Vizsla x reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, Paz is a consent king, cumming outside (in this fandom? Shocking I know), swearing, angst at the end

Summary: You and Paz continue to spend time together and you have the misfortune of meeting “the guy” your friends warned you about... Gideon.

The following Tuesday you and Paz hang out with the group like usual, and give no indication that anything has changed or that you have plans to go together to the outdoor concert next weekend. But you can’t deny, you’re excited for it.

Finally Saturday rolls around. This time, you decide, it is a date. Or at least you’re gonna treat it like one. You pick a pretty sundress, comfortable shoes, do your hair and makeup. You also put a bag together with snacks, sealed mason jars with rum punch, a picnic blanket and a lawn chair.

Paz picks you up in his truck, and helps you load up your stuff into the back. He even opens the passenger door for you! The park is set up with a walking path, several meadows, sports fields, a playground and water feature fountain and an amphitheater surrounding a beautiful community center building.

The stage is set up for the outdoor performance. Community members and concert goer’s set up their picnic blankets and lawn chairs on the grassy slope of the amphitheater. Children run and play. Couples young and old share glasses of wine and snacks waiting for the concert to start.

After getting the blanket and the chairs set up, you pass him one of the jars of rum punch and sit back to chat and hang out until the concert starts. You take a moment to pause, and look about at all the happy people enjoying the warm summer evening and spending time with their friends, family, neighbors…

“This” you gesture with your hand “this is what I always wanted…”

Paz smiles warmly, sipping the drink you made for him. “Yeah, once you get a taste of living in a place like this… you can’t ever go back to living in crowded city where people don’t want anything to do with each other”

You chuckle “Or back to a rural town where your closest neighbor was a 10 minute drive away”

“I don’t know what sounds worse, never seeing anyone or being surrounded by people that act like you don’t exist” he shakes his head

“Well, I’m glad we both made it here” you say happily “because this is amazing”

Paz can’t hold back the smile on his face. Seeing you so happy and content, he can’t help but feel like the two of your were both meant to find this place.

The concert starts up, and the band is amazing! They play a lot of covers of popular music you hear on the radio and a lot of throwback music that used to be popular. Everyone in the crowd seems to know all the words. The band involves the crowd getting people to get out of their seats to singe and dance.

You feel alive and free, electrified by the familiar music and friendly atmosphere. You take Paz’s hand when a song you really love comes on, and drag him out of his seat to dance. He surprises you by offering almost no resistance and actually sings along with you. The two of you don’t sit down again until the concert is over, dancing and singing the night away.

When the concert ends, you’re a little bummed out it’s over. But Paz recommends that you stay a while in the park and let the crowds thin out before leaving, and you are more than happy to stay. The night air is warm, and the sun hasn’t quite set yet.

The two of you lay out on the blanket, folding down the lawn chairs to make room. Laying of your backs, you watch the sky dim. Turning orange, pink, violet and then fading to a deep midnight blue as the stars start to appear. He’s telling you an animated story story about him and Din pulling pranks and getting in trouble together as kids. You’re smiling and laughing, feeling incredibly warm and light.

Eventually he does have to drive you back to your apartment. He walks you to the door and lets you unlock it before you turn around. He’s standing close, very close.

“Thank you for inviting me out tonight” you say softly “I had so much fun”

He smiles, “Thank you for saying yes”

“Goodnight” you whisper leaning into him

“Goodnight” he closes his eyes and leans down, pressing his lips to yours. He breaks the kiss, pulling back a little.

But you pull him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him again. He responds in kind, sliding his large hands over your hips and holding you to him while he kisses you.

This time you break the kiss, pulling away and leaning your forehead on his. You push the door open behind you with one hand. You glance behind you inside, and back to him. A silent invitation. But he doesn’t respond, he doesn’t want to assume anything.

“Stay” you ask softly

That’s enough for him. He kisses you again, and walks you backwards inside. Closing the door behind him. He leans back against the door and pulls your into him, getting you to hop up and put your legs around him.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this. Your soft lips, gentle hands, quiet breaths and moans as he kisses you. He wants this. He has wanted this. And the little sundress you’re wearing has only fanned that flame today. But still…. he has to be sure. He pulls back and bit.

“Hey, hey, hey” he whispers “tell me you want this. Tell me this okay?”

Your heart flutters. Surely he knows that you want him, but he wants to hear it. He needs to hear it.

“I want this Paz” you say, kissing him again “I want you”

He squeezes your hip, and kisses you again. You drop your legs back down, and lead him back to your bedroom. Pulling him down onto the comforter with you.

His hands roam over your body catching at the hem of your dress, and sliding up along your thighs. You hum into his mouth, and slide your hands under his shirt. You pull your hands back and lift your hips and then your back, to help him get your dress worked up over your head and arms.

He reaches back with one hand, and pulls his shirt up over his head and drops it down on the floor with your dress. You shiver a little, taking in his broad bare chest and well muscled forearms. He on the other hand is lovingly gazing down at you. Soft skin, gentle curves, pretty… matching… panties and bra.

He leans back down, eager to feel your soft skin against him. His hand smoothes over the material of your bra, fingers trailing over the edge and slipping down underneath. Your breath catches in your throat. His hands are firm and worn, textured against your supple breast.

“Still okay honey?” He asks, moving his lips down to kiss your jaw and down your neck

“Y-yeah” you run your fingers through his thick dark hair as he kisses his way down to your collarbone, still tenderly stroking and squeezing your breast.

He kisses all the way down to your breastbone, and slips his hands around your back to undo the clasps of your bra. Sliding the strap over your shoulders and carefully tossing it away with the rest of your discarded clothes. He cups both in his hands, rolling his thumbs over your nipples, and brushing his nose over your soft skin. Slowly kissing his way up the slope of one of your breasts, he tilts his head over and draws your nipple into his mouth sucking gently.

“Beautiful” he mutters pulling off and switching to the other, “so beautiful”

You try your best not to squirm in anticipation, but Paz notices.

“You getting wet for me sweetheart?” He purrs, his hand leaves your breast and trains down to stroke you through your panties finding them slightly damp. “Oh love, do you like when I touch you?”

“Yes” you shutter out “Paz… please”

“Don’t worry gorgeous, I’ll give you what you need” his fingers dip below your panties, and slide between your folds.

Your eyes flutter shut. His fingers move with ease, aided by your slick. He stops for just a moment, to help you shimmy out of your panties, before he goes right back for your wet heat. He pushes in a finger and swallows your breathy gasp with his own mouth as he kisses you. His pace is slow, for now curling his finger within you. He adds a second finger stretching your opening a bit wider, relishing your soft moans and whimpers of pleasure.

You flinch, and cling to his arms in a reflexive movement as this thumb swipes over your clit and begins rubbing in circles. He picks up the pace, building you up quicker.

“There you go honey, my fingers feel good?” He huffs

“Yes… Paz… feels so good” you moan “please”

“Come on sweetheart, come on my fingers” he keeps up his pace, putting more attention into stimulating your clit.

The pressure builds up, every pass of his thumb over your clit seems to wind you up tighter until finally it snaps! Washing over you like a tidal wave, leaving your breathless and soaking.

He kisses you again, and begins stroking through your folds again, allowing you to ride out waves of your orgasm. You kiss him back, when your senses return to you a moment later.

“How is it that I am completely naked and boneless in pleasure, and you’ve still got pants on” you joke “doesn’t seem fair”

He chuckles and pulls back, going to undo his belt. You sit up with him, seeing the tent in his pants and moving to help him shed his jeans.

He steps out of his pants and boxers, and stands before you, hard and dribbling precum. He’s massive. Granted, he’s a big guy, you figured he would be proportional… but he is impressive to say the least.

“Not to give you an ego, but holy shit” you chuckle, making no attempt to hide your gaze.

How can any man hear that, and not have a bit of a head rush? He grins. “You like what you see sweetheart?”

“Get over here” you laugh, reaching out with both arms. He obliges you, and let’s you pull him down again to kiss. You can feel his cock pressed against you, insistent and aching. You roll your hips against him, teasing… inviting.

“Your turn” you whisper, reaching down and lining him up with your entrance. This time his breath hitches, he’s rather worked up and it’s been a while since he had a partner.

As he presses in, your warmth consumes him. Your walls are tight, velvety soft, and wet. He grunts a bit and he pushes forward, watching himself disappear within you. You moan too, the stretch is delicious and pleasant.

He sets a steady pace, drawing your legs up, placing one hand at your hip and the other above your head.

“You okay?” He grits out, always so attentive

You moan in response, “Yes, you can go a little faster, I’m good”

He follows your direction and picks up his pace, taking your moans and pleas fore more as guidance. He’s pounding into you, and groaning.

“Close” he grits out “where?”

“Outside” you gasp “anywhere you want”

He gets in a couple more good thrusts before he abruptly pulls out and jerks himself off, spilling his load over your stomach.

Having just came his mind is clear, and his body is calm. He realizes he finished before you could come a second time, a fact that he remedied by pushing his still hard cock back in and resuming his pace and dropping a hand down to rub your clit.

“Come on gorgeous” he praises “one more”

He’s getting a bit over stimulated, but he pushes through for you. Your orgasm is white hot, and searing. Unlike the first that crested like a wave, this one explored like fireworks behind your eyes as your cum on his cock.

You lay together for a couple minutes, breathing heavily, and savoring the postcoital bliss. You reach out, and lace your fingers with his. He strokes the back of your hand with his thumb.

“The concert next week is supposed to be smooth jazz” he chuckles “any chance you’ll let me take you on a second date?”

You laugh and lean over, and kiss his cheek. “It’s a date”

In the weeks that follow you and Paz continue hanging out with your friends on Tuesday nights. Going to the outdoor concerts on Saturday nights, and now going back and forth between each other’s apartments for dinner after work. Watching movies together, testing new recipes, learning new baking techniques and of course enjoying each other in the bedroom.

At first you both agreed not to tell anyone in the group. It’s a new relationship, and you didn’t want to get teased or asked a thousand questions. You just wanted to enjoy it, and each other. But as summer drew to a close and the chill of fall started turning the leaves and picking up the breeze, you couldn’t pretend or deny it anymore.

Of course literally everyone already knew or had their suspicions. What kind of people spend that much time together outside of work, aren’t in a relationship?

———

A few weeks into September you’re working on making new macrame plant pot holders during one of the slower parts of the day and listening to quiet music, humming along as you work. When the door opens and the bell tinkles to alert you. You look up, smiling at your customer. An older man, with a dark complexion, thin mustache, and an unsettling smile. Nevertheless you’ve had stranger clientele before, and you treat them all the same.

“Hello, can I help you find something today?” You greet him

“No, actually I was hoping that I could help you” he says approaching the counter.

“Oh? And how is that?” You have a bad feeling about this.

“My name is Gideon” he introduces himself “and I have a vested interest in the economic and cultural growth of this city”

Gideon. That name rings a bell. This is the guy your friends had told you about. You square your shoulders, stand your ground, and keep a neutral expression as he tries to dazzle you with ideas of “the city of tomorrow”.

“Of course, to make all of this come true all of the buildings in this area would need to be cleared and updated. I would love to make you an offer for your storefront, upto and exceeding ten fold what you paid for it”

“Mr. Gideon” you cut him off “it may surprise you to know that I am already fully aware of your vision for this city. What you seem to fail to realize is that no one that lives or works here shares your vision”

“That’s where I believe you are mistaken little girl, there are many who think this city has great potential” he says calmly “I know this city can be more than what it is now. I know it and I want it. Believe me, I get what I want”

“Unfortunately for you Mr. Gideon, you do not get to make those kinds of decisions. And no one will sell out to you to turn our dreams into your profit” you’re getting irritated now, and just want him to leave. You really want to call Paz.

“I could make you a rich woman. I am not the only one that would benefit from this change” he tried to persuade you

“Money can’t buy happiness Mr. Gideon. I worked my whole life to be here, and I am happy having my business here. And I will continue to be here as long as it makes me happy. Come Hell or high water I will stand” you say with confidence and surety, almost daring him to challenge you again.

Finally he backs off, but insists you take his business card… “In case you change your mind, or you find your business no longer makes you happy”

The second the door closes behind him, you grab your phone and call Paz, asking him to come over to your shop as soon as he can when he’s done closing. I Gideon gets in a sleek black car, and speeds away just as Paz comes through the front door.

“You okay?” Paz asks, coming behind the counter. You peer out the window and watch the car make the right hand turn off of the street.

You’re frustrated and upset, you gesture out the window with one hand and smack the other down on the counter.

“You guys warned me about they guy Gideon, but you didn’t mention how much he would infuriate me” you grumble

“Gideon was just here?” Paz asks

“Yeah, came in here preaching about how he’s going to transform this city and make us all fabulously rich,” you tell him “when you know good and well he would cheat us out of every penny he could”

He wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You told him to fuck off right?” He asks

You wrap your arms around him too, and lean your head on his chest “Pretty much. I worked too long and too hard to get here to give it up”

“Good” he says “A guy like him will never understand why we do things the way we do. Your flowers and my bread are more than just…. things for others to buy for us… he’ll never understand something like that”

That’s exactly right. Boba has his pub. Din has his tattoo shop… everyone worked hard to get what they have, and it means something to each of us. Men like Gideon will never understand that.

About a month later, the weather has turned cold and the days are getting shorter. You and Paz have been making plans for Halloween, and working on fall flavored treats for Paz’s bakery.

But tonight you are over at his apartment, baking cupcakes, watching YouTube videos and practicing frosting piping techniques.

You’re sitting on his countertop, giggling and licking frosting off your finger tips when your phone starts ringing. You grab a tea towel and wipe off your hands to answer the phone.

“Hello” you answer, still smiling and stifling a laugh. Paz contains his own laugher so you can hear whoever in on the other end of the line, and bends down to check on the next batch of cupcakes baking in the oven.

“Wh-what?” Your voice is horrified. Paz looks up at you still sitting on the counter. Your eyes have gone wide, and he can visibly see your body language change.

He stands up quickly and wipes off his hands too, giving you a questioning look.

“We’ll be right there” you say in grave tone “thank you”

Your hand drops down into your lap.

He stands before you, trying to get your eyes to focus. He says your name once, twice… he shakes your hand a little

“The fire department” you say “my store front…. burned down”

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