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harrylovex · 3 years

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SPIN THE BOTTLE

summary: chris is shy around you until he gets drunk...

warnings: fluff, kissing, alcohol usage, chris being handsy ;)

a/n: playing spin the bottle with chris would just be a dream 😩😩😩 especially if there is sexual tension between the two of you, gaaaawwwdd this is what i’m dreaming about tonight

it was your friend emily’s 35th birthday and she was having a huge party at her house.

everyone you knew was going, including your favourite person in the whole world, chris evans.

you two had been introduced to eachother at a summer barbecue a few years back by emily, and you had been pining after him pretty much since then.

you and him had hung out with eachother a few times at other gatherings and you got on really well, but chris was shy around you.

he was reserved around everyone really, it had nothing to do with you. it was his nature.

but, when he would get drunk, it would be like something in him switched. his shyness would completely disappear and he became the life of the party.

you knew that chris secretly did like you, he would never admit it sober though. on the occasions when he would get drunk, which was pretty much every party, he would get really handsy with you.

he would keep you with him all the time, holding your hand and squeezing your hips, pulling you onto his lap whenever he sat down. he liked to be protective over you, and you cherised every minute of it. it was the only time when you could be close to him.

a few times, chris had kissed you, taking you by surprise. it would usually happen when you had to leave, a long goodbye kiss, his hands grabbing at your waist as he moaned into your mouth.

both of you remembered everything that happened when you were drunk, but it was never brought up.

you had never met anyone nicer than chris. he was incredibly charming and down to earth, always thinking of other people before himself, not to mention unbearably handsome and sexy.

emily knew how much you liked chris, she had spoken to him about it before, asking him questions about you, but he was never one to talk about his feelings. he liked to keep it private.

you turned up to emily’s and her husband opened the door, greeting you.

you stepped inside, eyes landing on emily in the kitchen. you made your way over to her.

“happy birthday!” you embraced her in a hug, shoving her present into her hands.

“y/n thank you so much! let me get you a drink.”

she led you over to the drinks table, pointing to an array of wines. as she prepared you a glass, your eyes scanned the room.

“no point in looking for chris. he’s not here yet.”

you blushed, embarrassed at being caught. emily just laughed, handing you the glass.

“i’m making us all play some fun college games tonight. it’s time you and chris got together.”

you laughed, wondering what she was planning.

you spoke to a few of your friends, catching up on what had been going on in their lives.

“chris! hey you look great!”

you had your back turned to the door, but you knew by the sound of chris’ voice that he had just arrived. your palms started to turn a little sweaty.

pull yoursef together y/n, you thought to yourself.

you quickly finished your conversation, turning to find chris.

he was by the bar cart, grabbing a beer. he was wearing a white long sleeved t-shirt and some blue jeans. the t-shirt was insanely tight and left little to the imagination.

you inhaled deeply before walking towards him. he caught your eye before stepping towards you.

“y/n hey! long time no see!” his eyes lit up, embracing you in a huge hug.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. you shut your eyes for a moment, taking in the feeling of his body pressed against yours, his hands squeezing your hips slightly.

“how have you been?” you asked, leaning beside him on the counter.

“busy with work, i’ve been looking forward to this party for ages.”

your conversation flowed easily as he sipped his beer. he asked about your work and your family until a few other guests arrived.

throughout the rest of the evening, you mingled with your friends, sipping through a few glasses of wine.

the lounge was crowded with people, all chatting happily. you peeked at chris a few times, seeing him laugh at a joke emily’s husband was telling.

he caught your eye sometimes, smiling cheekily at you as he raised his sixth beer bottle of the night, poking his tongue out before swallowing the liquid.

you realised that the alcohol had reached his system around an hour later when you felt a pair of hands slide over your hips, soft lips kissing your ear. you were leaning elbow-first against the island in the kitchen, your back to everyone else.

you smiled to yourself before turning around, knowing that you would find yourself face to face with chris.

the feeling of his lips against your ear tickled, making you laugh. you spun yourself around, holding onto his biceps as his hands rested on the counter on each side of you.

“chris you are so drunk!”

he smirked, licking his lips. his eyes were incredibly dilated, his cheeks rosy.

“so...? i’m having fun.”

“i can tell...why have you taken a sudden interest in me then? had enough of everyone else?”

“well, everyone is super boring, and i haven’t spoken to you in a few hours. plus, i like talking to pretty girls like you.”

you laughed, moving your hands from his biceps to his chest.

“you have no filter when you’re drunk.”

he smiled, grabbing your hand in his.

“i need to go for a piss, come with me?”

“ugh chris, you sure do know how to impress a girl with that language.”

“so is that a no?” he pouted.

“i never said that.” you mumbled, making him smirk.

he grasped your hand tighter, pulling you upstairs towards the bathroom.

you fixed your hair in the mirror while chris relieved himself, laughing at him when he nearly fell over.

you stood to the side as he washed his hands, staring at him through the mirror.

once he had finished, he pulled you towards him, burying his face in your neck as he gripped your hips.

“god you smell so delicious.” he mumbled.

“so do you.” you smiled, running your hands through his hair.

“and you look gorgeous in that dress, it’s making me go crazy.”

you laughed, pulling chris’ face up so you could see his eyes.

“chris you would never say or do any of this if you were sober.”

“haven’t you ever heard of that saying? sober thoughts are drunk words. i can never bring myself to do this stuff when i’m sober, i get shy easily.” his eyes darted from yours for a second.

“well there’s no need for that, you must know by now that this thing we’ve got going on is mutual right?”

he laughed, nodding.

“i guess yeah, the things we do drunk you never mentioned afterwards so i just sort of put it to the back of my mind.”

“i never mentioned it because i know how shy you are when you’re sober.”

“okay well, we’ll talk about this later yeah? work something out.”

you smiled, pulling at his ears. “fine.”

he entwined his hand with yours again, pulling you out of the bathroom.

just as you walked out, emily came rushing up the stairs.

“guys! we’ve been looking everywhere for you...” she paused, looking at your hands suspiciously. “did you just have sex in my bathroom?” she smirked.

“no!” you said defensively.

chris just smirked.

“whatever...come down to the lounge, the foods here.”

you walked behind emily, swatting at chris’ hands when he tried to pinch your butt everytime you took a step down.

you grabbed yourself another glass of wine, silently watching as chris got himself another beer, he was going to have such a hangover tomorrow.

you went to sit yourself down at the table, but not before chris grabbed your waist, pulling you up.

“what are you doing?”

“i want you to sit with me.” he pouted.

“you’re such a simp.”

he laughed, not seeming bothered by your comment.

you sat next to him throughout dinner, using a single fork to feed yourself as chris had occupied himself with holding your left hand in his lap.

you smiled as you ate, hoping that tonight could be the night when he got over his fear of being embarrassed to show affection when sober.

everyone chatted through dinner, not bothered by you and chris being affectionate. they were used to it by now.

afterwards, emily ordered everyone to sit in a circle in the lounge. no one protested because they were all pretty much drunk, going along with the game.

chris pulled you into his lap, kissing your temple.

“you two, no sitting-in-laps allowed. not for this game anyway.”

you laughed, moving to sit next to chris. he wasn’t happy about the seating change, pulling you as close to him as he could.

“okay i’ve been reminiscing about the good old college days, so tonight we’re gonna play spin the bottle.”

some of the guests groaned, rolling their eyes.

you looked at chris, but he just winked at you.

emily placed one of the empty beer bottles in the middle of the circle, spinning it quickly.

you watched as it spun round, everyone silently waiting.

it landed on john, who was sitting across from you. the guests um’ed and ah’ed as john crawled into the middle of the circle, leaning over to give emily a quick peck.

emily laughed, clapping her hands. “okay! who’s next?”

it went on like that for a while, boys kissing girls, boys kissing boys and girls kissing girls.

when it got to your turn, it landed on brad, who was sitting near chris. you heard chris inhale deeply, making you smirk.

you reached over, giving brad a small peck whilst he smiled greedily at you. chris never let go of your hand, his grip tightening.

you sat back laughing a little at chris who looked like he was about to lose his shit in the next three seconds.

“chris, relax.” you kissed his cheek, shuffling closer to him.

“i fucking hate this game.” he mumbled in your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“chris! stop being a dick and spin! it’s your turn.”

you laughed at the comment made by john. chris kept a straight face as he spun the bottle, his fingers tapping on your knee.

it landed on you. you felt everyone’s eyes on you as you looked up at chris, who was now smiling like an idiot.

your hand went to his cheek as he leaned in to capture your lips with his.

after the peck, you went to pull away but chris held the back of your neck firmly, kissing you harder.

you laughed in your head, kissing him back enthusiastically.

“okay guys...guys! get a room for god’s sake.”

you felt a pair of hands pull at your shoulders, pulling you and chris apart.

everyone was staring at you two, laughing hard. a rush of embarrassment washed over you and you blushed, looking over to chris.

he was still smiling, enjoying himself.

you tried to keep a straight face as you slapped chris’ chest softly, but he grabbed your hand and made you laugh.

“what? i saw an opportunity and took it.” he kissed your knuckles as you smiled.

a few more rounds were played, but you could see that chris was getting bored. to be honest, so were you, you wanted to get chris alone.

finally, a few people got up to leave as it was getting late. emily ordered a few taxis while pulling you to the side.

“you and chris can sleep here tonight if you want. i prepared the spare bedroom just in case. a few of us are hanging out in the lounge but the garden is free if you want some space.” she winked.

you laughed, thanking her for being so understanding.

“oh and by the way, i’m not letting you two back in the house until you sort yourselves out.”

you rolled your eyes, walking back over to chris who was waiting by the sofa.

he was still drunk, but less so. his eyes were bloodshot and he looked tired.

he stayed silent, pulling you in for a hug as you waved goodbye to the guests.

“emily said that we can sleep here tonight if you want? she prepared the spare bedroom.”

“that sounds like a great idea. i don’t think i’m sober enough to go home anyway.”

you laughed. “can we go and sit outside by the fire?”

chris nodded, pulling you towards the back doors.

the fireplace was already running, chris dragged a chair as close to it as possible, plumping up the pillows before lifting you effortlessly onto his lap.

you draped your legs over his thighs, resting your head on his chest.

“you’re quiet. what are you thinking about?” you questioned him, your fingers tapping his collarbone.

he laughed under his breath, sitting up straighter.

“i was just thinking about earlier. how you said that you feel the same. is that true?”

“chris, of course it’s true. do you really not see it?”

“well most of the time i just think that it’s because we’re drunk.”

“it’s not, i promise. the reason i only show affection at parties is because i know how difficult it is for you sober.”

he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

you turned your head to look at him. “emily’s been trying to get us together ever since we met.”

“seriously?”

you laughed, running your hand along his abs, over his t-shirt.

“yeah, she’s obsessed with us.”

chris laughed, kissing the top of your head. the two of you fell silent for a few minutes.

you were relishing in the feeling of chris’ cheek pressed against the top of your head when he spoke again.

“so...what do you say we give it a try then? you know...“ he paused. “this whole relationship thing.”

you looked up at him, smiling. “mr evans...are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

he smirked. “maybe i am...do you accept?”

“yeah...yes i do. i would love to be your girlfriend.”

he started smiling widely, pulling you closer to him so he could reach your lips.

he pressed his lips against yours, his hand running up and down your back.

you smiled into the kiss, parting your lips a little to give him access.

he saw the opportunity and took it, pushing his tongue into your mouth to meet yours.

you pulled back after a while, breathing heavily.

“if i knew you could kiss like that i would’ve asked you out ages ago.”

you laughed, snuggling back down into his chest. you inhaled deeply, smiling to yourself as you eyes started to close.

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Game Night

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Request by @beardburnsupersoldiers: If you are still doing the roommate prompts....maybe number 3 with Angel, EZ, and reader???? Bonus points if all that delicious tension is happening between reader and the Reyes of your choice! (Prompts are from This List btw)

Warnings: language, alcohol, EZ being a sore loser

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This was really fun to write! I don’t think I’ve ever written a fic quite like this one before so it was a neat little dynamic. Hope you enjoy! xo

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“You grab beer for tonight?” you had your phone pinned between your ear and your shoulder as you tossed your grocery bags into the back seat of your car.

“I was supposed to grab beer?” EZ chuckled.

“You can’t even try to pull that shit, Memory Boy,” you laughed.

You could hear the smile in his voice, “Yes I grabbed beer.”

“You’re perfect. I think I’m still gonna go to the liquor store though.”

“What for?”

“…liquor?”

You could envision him rolling his eyes at you, forever fed up with your remarks, “I feel like that’s excessive.

“Live a little, Ezekiel,” you joked, “It’s game night.”

It wasn’t long after you had moved in with EZ you started up game night with him and his brother. It was a good way for them to unwind and forget about the stress of the club, and you just genuinely enjoyed their company. It was nice to play host every now and then, even if it was just for one extra person. You and Ezekiel made quite the pair.

You knew how potentially messy it could get, having feelings for your roommate. That’s why you kept your thoughts and emotions to yourself. But you couldn’t deny that there was something about EZ that was really hard to tear yourself away from. There were moments when you could swear that he wanted you too, but they were fleeting and you always ended up writing them off for the sake of your sanity. When EZ wasn’t paying attention, Angel gave you grief about it. He was at least gracious enough to keep his mouth shut in front of his brother, although on more than one occasion he would shoot you a suggestive look, and you would respond with rolling your eyes and shaking your head.

You popped open the door to your apartment, multiple bags hanging from each of your arms. EZ turned and looked over at you from where he was situated by the counter, pulling together food for the three of you to eat later. He laughed as he walked over and offered to take some of the bags from you, but you waved him off.

“I have a very delicate balance here, Ezekiel,” you laughed, “If you take one I’m gonna tip over.”

He laughed as he stepped out of your way, “Got more in the car?”

You gave him a disbelieving look, “You think I was raised to make more than one trip from the car with groceries?” you shook your head as you carefully started sliding bags off your arms onto the floor, “It’s like you don’t know me at all.”

He held his hands up in surrender, “My bad. Didn’t mean to insult your honor.”

He helped you put the groceries away before he got back to getting food ready. You made your way to the closet in your room that housed an absurd number of card games and board games. You had always meant to bring Cards Against Humanity to the clubhouse because you felt like it would make for an extremely fun night. You’d have to just put it in EZ’s bags one of these days so it would turn up there on its own.

You heard the sound of your apartment door shutting, and moments after Angel’s voice echoed through the apartment, “What game am I whopping your asses at tonight?”

You laughed loud enough so that he would hear you from the other end of the apartment, “You’re toast, Reyes. You don’t stand a chance.”

He appeared in the doorway of your bedroom, “Stand a chance at what? What’s the game of the night?”

“Wanna do drunk Uno?”

He laughed, “That sounds dangerous.”

“Really? Less than two minutes ago you were saying that you were gonna whoop everyone’s ass tonight. Now you’re backing out?”

“I didn’t say that. Gimme the fucking cards,” he swiped them from you with a laugh before heading back towards the living room.

Plates and beer bottles were scattered on the edges of your coffee table while the three of you took up the center of it with your Uno game. The bottle of tequila rested next to the deck in the center of your table, waiting for one of you to lay down a draw four and make the next person take a shot along with their cards.

Angel had been sitting back and watching you and EZ trying to destroy each other all night. Angel was the king of talking smack, but tonight he was more interested in spurring the two of you on than getting you riled up himself. It was an effective tactic, too, because the amount of tequila he’d had to drink was minimal. Instead, he happily worked his way through a couple beers with little to no interruptions. He was really just waiting for one you two to get enough alcohol in your system to do something about your feelings. He was sick of watching the two of you dance around it.

“Angel shuffles next game,” EZ said with a shake of his head, “There’s no way you fairly ended up with all of those cards.”

“You’re just mad because you hate the taste of tequila,” you teased, “But fine. If it makes you feel better,” you handed the deck over to Angel, “Here you go.”

“Told you he was a sore loser,” Angel chuckled as he shuffled the deck of cards.

“Shut the fuck up,” EZ laughed as he threw a loose bottlecap at his brother.

Despite Angel being the one to shuffle the cards, EZ was looking at another loss. You were kind enough not to say anything, but the look in his eyes as you smiled across the table at him let you know that he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“You’re about to go 0 for 3, little brother,” Angel laughed as he put a card down.

“Thank you, Angel, I wasn’t aware,” EZ chuckled and shook his head as he looked over the cards in his hands.

You stretched your legs out underneath the coffee table, not realizing that Ezekiel had done the same thing not too long before you. Your foot brushed lightly along the inside of his thigh as you stretched and he instantly jerked his leg, causing his knee to slam into the bottom side of the table. He cursed under his breath and Angel looked completely lost, not having realized what happened.

You, however, were sitting there with a smirk on your face as EZ looked over at you. The look in his eyes gave him away and you could see him make a concentrated effort to take a deep breath.

“Suck it,” Angel completely moved on from the tension between you and EZ as he threw down his last card, “Alright. That’s it. I’m out,” he slowly rose to his feet.

“Leaving already?” you laughed as you looked up at him.

“Already? Listen, querida, you make me take any more shots I won’t be able to ride home. Some of us have shit to do tomorrow. Imma take my win and leave,” he walked over and kissed the top of your head, “Keep whooping his ass for me. It’s good for him.”

He and EZ gave each other a brief hug, EZ not getting off the floor to do so. Angel looked back and forth between the two of you one more time before shaking his head and making his way for the door. Once it shut behind him, you looked back to EZ with a smile.

“Just you and me now, Ezekiel,” you said as you placed a card on top of the one Angel had just laid down.

“Yea, Angel isn’t here to team up on me with you anymore. You’re done for,” he chuckled.

That was the last thing that was said between the two of you for a few turns. You kept looking at each other, trying to figure out what the other was thinking as if it weren’t already painstakingly obvious.

“Uno,” you said as you got yourself down to one card. You paused, waiting for EZ to get enthralled with making his next card choice, “How’s your knee, by the way?”

He flicked his eyes up to you, “It’s fine.”

“Oh,” you nodded, a smirk on your face, “good.”

He lowered his cards, “What?”

You shook your head, “Just wondering. Sounded like it hurt. Thought it might’ve thrown off your game a little bit.”

He narrowed his eyes at you as he set a card down, “I’ll be alright. Draw four,” he pushed the bottle towards you.

You chuckled as you poured yourself a shot and got back into the game. The two of you were able to drag it on for a while. By the time you were getting towards the end of it, both of you were kneeling, leaning onto the coffee table as you tried to beat each other to the last card. You were down to two cards left, EZ only had four. But you could see him sweating it out, not wanting to have yet another loss for the night.

You laid a card down, chuckling as you said, “Uno.”

He groaned, clearly agonizing over which card he was going to put down next. You bit back a laugh, not wanting him to accuse you of trying to distract him. With a deep sigh he finally picked a card and set it on top of the deck between you. You looked back and forth between that card and the one in your hand multiple times, dragging it out.

Finally, you looked up at him and smile, laying the card down, “Take a shot, Reyes.”

His eyes grew wide as he looked down at the draw four that was staring him in the face. He looked up at you, “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Read ‘em and weep,” you laughed as you sat back on the carpet.

“You’re so done,” EZ laughed as he stood up off the floor.

You let out a scream that turned into a laugh as you jumped up off the ground, trying to run to your bedroom and shut the door before EZ could get to you, “Angel’s right, you are a sore loser,” you laughed as you scrambled.

You threw open the door to your bedroom and were about to jump inside when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, his hand landing firmly on your stomach as he pulled you back towards him. You laughed as he spun you around, but your breath quickly got caught in your throat when you realized how close he was to you.

“I won fair and square,” you tried not to let your nerves shine through.

“Fair and square seems like a stretch,” he chuckled.

You couldn’t help but to focus on the way his fingers pressed into your skin. You swallowed hard, “Why is it more likely that I cheated than me just being better than you at Uno?” you laughed, “What you do want, a consolation prize?”

As soon as you said it, you almost wanted to take it back. Almost. EZ smirked, “What kind of consolation prize?”

You wanted to look anywhere but at him because you could feel what little resolve you had fading away quickly, “What’re you thinking, EZ Reyes?”

He leaned in close so that his lips were practically touching yours, but not quite. You took a deep breath before closing what little distance was left, hands resting on the back of his neck to keep his lips pressed to yours. When it clicked in his brain what was happening, that you wanted the same thing he did, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pressing your chest flush against his as he kissed you. Your fingers traced along his jawline as his lips moved against yours—it was everything that you had thought it would be and then some.

When you finally took your lips off of his, you both let out quiet chuckles. EZ loosened his hold on your waist slightly, pulling back so he could get a better look at your face.

You smiled at him, “That a good enough consolation prize?”

He laughed, nodding, “I’d say so. I’m willing to forgive you for rigging the deck for that.”

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blueknightdg · 3 years

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Consideration and Generosity

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Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noire, DCU

Characters: Marinette, Damian

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She sat on a park bench that day; the weather was hot yet, cloudy.

Despite the uncomfortable sweat clinging to her being and the buzzing noise of her surroundings, she smiled happily. She would do anything for inspiration, even endure the blistering feeling of the sun.

Soon enough it has been hours since she began to sketch and draw designs for clothing she wishes to make true.

She feels her head is off, so she takes a break to answer a text from her mother.

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(Mom) Marinette, are you still at the park? It's been five hours.

(Me) Yep! Just taking a break.

(Mom) Just now? It's really hot outside, have you eaten? What about water?

(Me) Don't worry! I'm fine! I stayed in the shade the whole time.

(Mom) Okay, but I want a picture of you eating.

(Me) Okay, I will. I love you!

(Mom) I love you too.

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Marinette, packs her sketch books and other materials a way in her bag. She stands up, only to tip over onto someone walking past her.

"Hey, you-"

The person stops to keep her from falling all the way down.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I guess I should have taken a break earlier."

She tries to break a way from the strangers grip. They let her go easily. They began to walk a little further a way with a eye in her direction. She sits down again to collect herself. She takes a few breaths and thinks about how to get up without falling and embarrassing herself.

"I wish I packed a water bottle or something, I knew it was hot but I thought I would be fine....", she thought to herself.

She checked her bag in case she just forgot. Lo and behold there was a water bottle in one of the outside pockets.

"Huh....? That's strange, I was sure I......oh well.", she shrugged it off as her forgetting.

Feeling a little better, she carefully stood up. Having not fallen, she smiled and picked up her full bag. She walks in the direction of a small restaurant to eat, since she wouldn't make it home before hunger got to her.

She walked like she wasn't being followed. Casual and slow, she took in the buildings a round her. The same as her memories told her, but still just as beautiful.

Once she got to an empty table, she sat her bag down in front of her. The waitress walks up to her with a smile.

"Hello! Here is the menu, please take your time. Though I do suggest today's special! Mushroom soup with broccoli, carrots, and rice."

"Thank you."

"No problem!"

The waitress leaves her be and she focuses on the menu. It seems that this restaurant is all about healthy living.

She hums to herself as she thinks of her order. However, everything sounded wonderful and she couldn't decide. Then she heard a waitress bring someone's order of a tofu and veggie stuffed bell peppers with a side salad. So she looked over to see the meal and found that it looked delicious. She also saw they ordered tomato juice.

Looking at the menu one more time, she located the meal, drink and picked out a dessert on her own.

As soon as she put her menu down, the waitress came up to her with her pen and notepad out.

"Ready to order?"

"Yes, I would like the Tofu and Veggie stuffed Bell peppers with a side salad, tomato juice, and the vanilla, soy bean ice cream."

"Would you like a topping?"

"Yes, let's see....oh! The coconut sprinkles and strawberry drizzle."

"To repeat: Tofu, veggie stuff bell peppers, side salad, tomato juice, vanilla soy bean ice cream with coconut sprinkles and strawberry drizzle?"

"Yes."

"Okay, we will right on it!"

Marinette took out her phone as she waited. She texted her mom, that she was at a restaurant nearby. Her mom reminded her to send a picture of her eating.

A few minutes later and her food was brought to her.

"Thank you so much!"

"It's no problem, dear, tell me if you need anything!"

The waitress leaves to let her eat. She sends a picture of her food to her mom, who responded with the words 'smile and heart'.

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Change perspective

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His day was normal. He woke up and dealt with the hooligans that plagued his life. He was currently in Paris as a part of a stake out group. His family dispersed during day to do individual actives. His father wanted him near by, but he argued that he didn't need to be monitored.

His father conceded by saying he must practice being considerate of other people and to update him on how it is going and if he needs help. He was more than reluctant to agree. Regardless, he did.

He didn't like the loose nature of his apparel for the day, but had no chouce due to the heat.

Though by no means is his clothing loose in comparison to others definition. He prefers to be dignified at all times.

Most of the day, he had nothing report to his father that was particularly considerate until he notice the ragged look of a girl a round his age. She looked dehydrated and ill. He scoffs at her lack of self preservation until he notice she was immersed in some kind of sketching. He also remembered his has to be 'considerate' today so he will say she was lost to passion. After all, this is Paris, the city known for passion.

He watches her as she unconsciously squints and makes a grim expression at times. She sways ever so slightly.

In his observations, she stopped her work to look at her phone. Her condition is not well. He walks a little closer with a water bottle he bought. The moment he walked next to her and she stood, he stabilized her and slipped the water bottle in her bag as she spoke, trying to clear her head. She was drenched in sweat.

"Father better be grateful, I am being more than generous with being 'considerate', disgusting.", he thought with distain.

He hurried a way from her only to stop a short distance a way to watch her more and to sanitize his hands; to rid himself of the horrid feeling of her sweat.

The girl swayed less than before, but after updating his father of what happened, he was ordered to tail her. What if she collapsed? His efforts would have been in vain if that was so.

He was slightly frustrated and her slow pace did nothing to help. He only felt a bit better at her choice of eatery. He saw that she was heading for a Healthy Living Restaurant and went a head of her to sit down. He typed to his father that the girl was trying to decide what to eat. He was instructed to do what he thought best if he were to interfere at all. So he picked the most sensible option for her condition, in return, she followed and added something to her order.

He ate quietly and finished before her. He then left a large tip; the service was quick, the food palatable, atmosphere was pleasant and he doubted the girl had much on her. Enough to pay perhaps, but she would then be left with nothing else.

She seemed to be middle class, and the middle class does not make much little wealth, to him at least. Sure, her clothing was quite good with quality, but her manners weren't all that remarkable and nothing else about her was either.

Polite, is what she was. Quiet, unnoticeable, and polite.

To him, she was a foolish girl that dreamed too much and did little for her own well-being. Truly the epitome of moronic whelps.

After he left the restaurant, he watched from a distance. Through the window, he saw her tempt to pay, only to be denied. He smirked, perhaps he should visit this particular restaurant again and maybe even invest a bit?

He felt his phone buzz, his father typed, wanting to be updating on the status of the girl. It became apparent that some of the hooligans are now aware of his sudden punish- mission. Yes, this is a mission.

Protecting such weak plebeians is the duty of his father and him, also the unsightly hooligans- not well in his opinion- but he shall add them this once.

"Father is surely proud of how 'considerate' and 'generous' I am.", he believes, "Excessively so."

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The day ends with Marinette safely returning home and the still mysterious young man facing his mismatched family.

The young man remained considerate as he ignored the jeers of the hooligans until he realized, he didn't have to any more and retorted as though his words came from the high heavens.

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The next time he checked in on the young lady, he had some knowledge of her background he shouldn't and decided to continue to see to it that she is well taken care.

"It's called being an arrogant, egotistical xsshxle with a God complex. She doesn't need your 'consideration', she is not a charity case!"

One loud problem claimed as he tuned him out.

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The young man did visit the restaurant once more and she was there. She would visit often and order the same thing as he had the first time. There were times she ordered something else and he would try things she experimented with, minus the meat.

She ordered meat less and less the more she came to the restaurant, he noticed. He had no clue why, since she obviously had no problem eating it.

He didn't order sweets as often as she did, but he would on occasion, get something with a little bit of sweetness to it; like the dried fruit sandwich with any type of sauce it can come with. The sandwich had fresh, and air dried fruit. There would be other ingredients and such to change the flavor of the sandwich, making it a popular item on the menu.

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Change Perspective

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She felt like she has seen the same guy a lot over the past two months and is slightly worried. After some thought to it and the more she believed she was over thinking it and that it was pure coincidence. She did know, however, he had good taste in food and art. Plus that animals are so cute!! He couldn't be all bad if animals liked him.

She would walk a little closer and sometimes walk a little farther from him and since he never moved, she felt better. It really was a coincidence to her knowledge.

Eventually, she would would stop seeing him. He was a tourist, so of course he would leave at some point. Still, she was a little sad.

Oh well, school is starting soon, maybe she'll make friends to fill the loneliness her pretend friend left her.

She liked to pretend this stranger was her friends and that they hung out, since she saw him in most places that she was. She saw him at the restaurant and sometimes the park and rarely he would be at the museum. Technically he wasn't everywhere and not as frequent as she made it seem like he was, but if was often enough to remember him.

"You should have talked to him, get his number."

"But then he might have thought I was hitting on him! I just wanted a friend..."

"Sweetie, look on bright side! Either you can cherish memories that made you happy or you can forget him and move on. You don't know what life has in-store for you, it could be fun!"

"Thank you, mom. You too dad, I will see what happens."

"On that note, want help me frost some cakes?"

"Yes!!!"

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The end.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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happy halloween, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Min Yoongi always thought you were like the plague. Always there, tainting everyone with lust. This night wasn’t special. It was just a stupid Halloween party. Or so he thought, until he ended up in bed with you.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, alcohol, smut (fem reader, f-receiving oral, vanilla sex); non-idol!AU (university AU); (mostly) Yoongi’s POV

Min Yoongi regretted coming to this Halloween party.

But that's how it was. When he was here, he hated it and when he wasn't, he regretted not going. He couldn't exactly say no to Kim Seokjin either. They were close friends, after all. So, here he was.

He stood in a corner, nursing his beer and wishing it was whiskey. Someone had smashed the bottle throughout the mess that was this university party. Yoongi couldn't understand how people could be so stupid. It wasn't like alcohol changed you as a person - it just revealed who you really were.

And people were stupid.

He was dressed as a very half-hearted vampire. Black suit, black shirt, with red lip-liner drawn as blood down one side of his mouth. Yoongi's creativity was used on his music, not Halloween costumes. He rubbed his forehead and wondered where Seokjin was. Or Jung Hoseok. Or Kim Namjoon. Or Park Jimin. Or Kim Taehyung. Or Jeon Jungkook, who shouldn't be in some nonsense because that kid was too young. Shit. Yoongi should at least keep an eye on him. He downed his beer and turned around.

A white, pointed beak nearly poked his eye out.

Yoongi started, almost stumbling. What kind of mask was that again? He had seen it before, maybe in a movie. Bird-like, white, eyes shrouded by tinted circular lenses, and the mask covered the whole face. A black wide-brimmed hat was perched on top. The long black trench coat covered the body of whoever it was.

Ah! It was a plague doctor mask.

Yoongi frowned and waved awkwardly at whoever it was before trying to move to the side to walk past. The person moved to block his way. Yoongi’s brows furrowed. The mask tilted and he felt a sudden sense of unease. The person was wearing some kind of hood that covered the hair and skin underneath the mask.

"Can I get past you, please?" he said impatiently.

There was an unsettling pause. It was punctuated by loud music and the sound of someone vomiting. Gross.

"I don't know, can you?"

Yoongi froze. Even if the voice was muffled, he knew that voice. The voice that taunted and teased him all throughout high school, the voice that belonged to pretty lips and a sharp tongue, the voice that got under his skin and invaded his thoughts every time he...

"You."

You smiled underneath the mask. Yoongi couldn't see, but he could guess. Even though the lenses of the mask were tinted, you could see him pretty well. He didn't look thrilled to see you.

Yoongi sneered. "You're not the type to cover up on these occasions." He meant the party.

"Still more effort than your... attempt." You made sure to pause in between your words.

Yoongi's annoyance was getting the better of him. "Yeah, well, I'm not trying to pick up some poor sack of meat that'll probably get discarded before the morning."

You tilted your head in amusement. "You act like you speak from personal experience."

Yoongi frowned. "I would never touch you."

He couldn't tell your expression at all behind the mask. It was frustrating to say the least. Not to mention just hearing your voice was already reminding his body of what you looked like. How many times had Yoongi seen you at high school parties, in someone else's lap, whispering sweet nothings as if you actually cared? Then you catch his eye every time and smirk. You never had sweet nothings to tell him. You never tried to sit in his lap. But you always, always caught him staring at you.

And that pissed him off.

"How many since school started, hm?" Yoongi snapped, not bothering to hide his disapproval. "Ten? Twenty? A record high?"

The bird mask gave him no satisfactory expression.

"And you?"

Yoongi felt an icy shiver slide down his back. You raised your black-gloved hands, spreading your fingers out. Then, you began to name names. One after the other, putting down a finger each time. Maybe no one else could hear over all the noise, but Yoongi could. Yoongi could because he knew those names. He stiffened and winced as you listed each girl.

“Stop.” He reached out and grabbed your hands, trying to shove them down. “Stop it.”

“I thought you would never touch me,” you remarked coldly.

He recoiled as if he was on fire. Your tone of voice was disapproving. For some reason, it really bothered him. How you knew all their names was beyond him. Yoongi suddenly felt ashamed, as if he had done something wrong. It wasn’t his number of one-night stands that bothered him. It was the fact that you seemed disappointed somehow, even though he couldn’t see your face.

“How... how did you know?” he muttered, not looking at you.

You stared at his defeated form. You reached up and lifted your hat. The mask was removed and you pushed the hood back before placing the hat back on your head.

“I like keeping tabs on you, Yoongi,” you said calmly, the side of your mouth curving upwards. “As long as you had fun, what’s the harm?”

Yoongi looked up to glare at you. He froze. You weren’t wearing much makeup. He hadn’t expected you to be so beautiful bare-faced, mostly because he didn’t want you to be. It made things… complicated. Your face had the usual smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“But, to make it fair, I will tell you my number is two,” you said nonchalantly. “One, Kim Seokjin.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened. Your smile grew and it infuriated him now that he could see your face.

“He actually invited me to the party, if you’re curious why I’m here,” you added. You pretended to think for a moment before saying, “And number two… Well. I better not say. You look quite annoyed with me already, Yoongi.”

His brows furrowed. You weren’t coy when it came to your sexual exploits. In fact, never, in his entire time knowing you, have you ever withheld a name from him. He narrowed his eyes at you, taking a step towards you. You didn’t move. You weren’t intimidated. You just kept that smile on your face as you watched the realization slowly hit him. There was only one person Yoongi told you to never touch. He always told you the same thing – he’s too young to be tainted by the likes of you. Leave him alone.

Yoongi suddenly grabbed you by the collar, shaking your roughly.

“I swear, if you even laid a fucking fingertip on Jungkook,” Yoongi hissed under his breath, dragging your face close to his.

You raised an eyebrow. “Speaking of which, where is he?”

Yoongi snarled. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

The buttons of your trench coat were slowly slipping. Yoongi looked down, eyes widening as the top two buttons teased apart, revealing the tight, slinky black dress you wore underneath. So tight that it was obvious you weren’t wearing underwear. He could see the contours of your nipples a little too well. He slapped the front of the jacket together, covering you back up.

“The fuck?” he hissed, face burning.

You leaned forward, lips against his ear.

“Like I said… where’s Jungkook?” you purred.

“Don’t you dare.” Yoongi’s voice was dangerously low. “Absolutely not.”

You clicked your tongue. “Are you offering to be a stand in?”

Yoongi could not fathom how you were able to drag him up the stairs and into an empty bedroom that night. If he wasn’t in shock and partially drunk, he wouldn’t have let you do it. Yoongi hated you. He hated that you seemed okay with him hating you. He hated that you didn’t care that he disapproved of your actions. He hated that you always caught him looking, always caught him off guard, always caught him thinking about you. Not that you knew, but it felt that way. Why did you always show up in his head? Why did you always manage to get under his skin? Why… why was his heart beating so fast as you dumped your mask and hat on a spare chair and slipped your shoulders out of the coat? Why couldn’t he bring himself to walk away?

You turned around, looking at him curiously. The coat slid down your body. Every curve was hugged by the slinky fabric of the dress, from your breasts to your ass to your legs. A single eyebrow cocked.

“I thought you would be running by now, Yoongi.”

You said it matter-of-factly. You didn’t step towards him. It was him who took a step towards you, eyes roaming over your shape. Yoongi was not supposed to feel this way. He was not supposed to feel hot all over, itching to rip off his clothes to press his skin against yours.

“Why?” His voice was raspy with nervousness. “Why are you so fucking sexy?”

You smirked.

“Why do you always tease me?” Yoongi hissed, grabbing your upper arms.

You chuckled, reaching to the front zipper of your low-cut dress.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you drawled, dragging the zipper down slowly. His eyes went from your face to the zipper revealing centimeter by delicious centimeter of bare skin. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you, Yoongi.”

And then you reached up and pulled him down for a kiss.

Lips to lips, Yoongi gasped as your body pressed against his. You nipped at his lower lip, kissing him deeply. Unlike him, you didn’t taste like beer. You tasted like fruit candy and sin, your free hand sliding under his suit jacket and deftly unbuttoning his dress shirt. It wasn’t fair how soft your lips were or how you smirked against his lips as your cool fingertips touched his chest. It was fair that his heart was beating as loud as a bass drum.

“What’s the matter, Yoongi?” you whispered softly, tracing patterns on his bare chest. “Cat got your tongue?”

Yoongi sucked in a breath and grabbed your hand. “You… You’re just messing with my head.”

“Am I now?” You tilted your head at him, one of your arms wrapped around his waist. “You paint such an interesting picture of me in your head.”

Yoongi paused. Wasn’t that your nature? You slept with whoever you wanted, whenever you wanted. And so did he. He did it to numb his feelings. He did it to forget you. He did it because you did it so easily and without even considering that someone would care. That someone did care.

And here you were, half-naked in his arms, watching him with an amused expression on your face. As if you knew. As if you had been waiting for this epiphany. It was easier to hate you than to admit that you had an effect on him.

Yoongi leaned in and kissed you himself, pulling you to him. Kissing you hungrily as he stumbled to the bed to push you down on it. It didn’t take long to shrug out of his blazer. It took even less for you to slide out of your dress and toss it aside. Yoongi bent down and kissed down your neck, nipping at your skin. His tongue traced slow, playful circles around your nipple before you grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed him down. Yoongi chuckled as he sucked hard, making you squirm in delight. He left love bites on your skin. You moaned above him, imprinting his memories with you. Your smell invaded him, sweet and heavy. His hands were on your hips, fingers sinking into softness.

Fuck. Yoongi might have been a little drunk, but now he was intoxicated.

Yoongi kissed down your stomach, the scent of sex becoming stronger and stronger. He pushed your legs open impatiently. Your wet, glistening pussy greeted him, making him breathless. He really must be going crazy. With a slight adjustment, he leaned down and licked you softly, earning a satisfying cry of desire. He would have said something snarky, but at this point he didn’t trust himself anymore. He just leaned in and closed his eyes, moaning at your delicious, honey-like taste. Was eating pussy supposed to taste this good? It made Yoongi’s mind go blank and his cock twitch with need as he pressed the tip of his tongue against your clit, lapping at it softly. He could feel your fingers in his hair, feel your hips jut into his face begging for more. If there was any sexual talent he had, it was eating pussy. Within minutes, Yoongi had your legs turned to jelly, shaking with pleasure as he sucked and lapped at your sensitive clit. You threw your head back, nearly screaming as you came into his mouth and yet he continued, sucking and rubbing another orgasm out of you until your clit was throbbing with oversensitivity.

You pushed his head away lightly and Yoongi finally let go, your juices dripping from his chin. He was breathing hard, wiping it with the back of his hand and licking it off.

If this was a normal one-night stand, Yoongi might have left it like that. But it wasn’t enough for him. He needed more from you. Yoongi stood up and undid his pants. His erection strained against his underwear. He took his wallet out of the pocket and let the pants fall to the floor. He always kept a condom, just in case.

“Move up,” Yoongi gestured. His voice was a little hoarse, throat coated with your taste.

You did so, watching him closely. He caught you staring and waved the condom at you.

“Precautions.”

You smirked. “By all means. I wouldn’t let you near me without one.”

Yoongi sneered, shoving his underwear down and slipping the condom on. He climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself above you, biting his lower lip nervously. For some reason, he wanted it to be good. He wanted it to be abnormally good so that you wouldn’t forget. You raised an eyebrow.

“Second thoughts?”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “No.”

And he sank into you.

It took his breath away. Every inch of him was wrapped in wet, delicious pleasure. He pushed all the way in, marveling at the way you squeezed him. He knew it was you, because your stupid smirk was not disappearing as your muscles clenched around him.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, closing his eyes. He had girls beg for him before. Plead for his cock, take him well. But never, never had his dreams come true. Because his dreams were about you and even in his dreams you didn’t mold his cock this well. It just wasn’t something he could imagine.

You pushed your hips up and Yoongi got the hint, sliding back out before thrusting into you. You grinned, licking your lips.

“Come now, Yoongi. You must be frustrated with me. Let me feel it.”

A muscle twitched in his face. “God, you’re so annoying.”

He rolled his hips into you, hard, and you gasped, smirking. Fuck. You really were annoying. He did it again, and again, and again, until you were moaning his name, hands twisting into the sheets, that smirk always on your face reminding him you had the upper hand. It was maddening and yet Yoongi could do nothing about it because he was attempting not to cum from the constant squeezing of your pussy around him. He had to grit his teeth and pound you, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you drawled breathlessly.

“What?” he snapped, cocking an eyebrow.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

His cheeks burned and his resolve slipped for a second.

“F-fuck!”

His orgasm crashed down on him like a wave, a sharp groan punctuating it as his cock jerked inside you. He jutted his hips into you, crotch slick with your juices. Your smirk grew, tongue between your teeth.

“You… I’m going to fucking gag you next time,” Yoongi hissed, sweat dripping off his brow. He hadn’t even noticed he was sweating. Was he really going that hard?

“I’ll hold you to that,” you purred, pulling him down for another kiss.

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nessinborderland · 3 years

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Be Mine (03)

Pairing: Niragi x Reader / Chishiya x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Omegaverse

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: You were able to stay unbounded throughout your life. You didn't want an Alpha; you didn't need one. You would rather die than to give yourself to some random male. But the man that saved your life thinks differently.

Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger fucking, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Drama, Developing Relationship, Past Abuse, Scars

Notes: Would like to thank everyone that has been liking, reblogging and commenting on this fic, I see ya’ll and I love you. It means the world to me <3 I’m so glad people are liking my lil Niragi work. My dm’s and ask box are open if you ever feel like saying hi and/or scream over stuff in general with me lol. Enjoy!

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You had woken up to an empty bed the next morning. You had laid there, staring at the ceiling and rewinding every moment of the last twenty-four hours in your head, over and over. How things had changed so fast. How so much had happened already. You didn't know if you should feel sad or relieved by Niragi's absence; you weren't sure if you wanted to face him after what had happened last night. You still remembered the look in his eyes, his promise, how he made you feel. It was all so...overwhelming.

A week has passed without you speaking with Niragi. You barely caught a glimpse of him beside the occasional moments where you see him from afar with his group of militants, usually coming from or going on raids. You tried to talk to him on several occasions, but he was out of sight before you could get close enough. You also changed rooms after that first night, and part of you was hoping to see him barge in to take you back to his room. But it never happened.

He is avoiding you.

That or maybe he is usually that busy. Either way, you don’t like how this whole situation makes you feel. Yeah sure, maybe you aren’t exactly being the most approachable person either, but you are...scared. This is all so new for you. His scent has practically disappeared from your skin, and you can feel yourself getting restless again. Especially when he is close.

You don’t see him, but you can feel his eyes on you. You can smell the peppermint in the air every time he is close. You usually walk around the hotel alone or just stay in your bedroom. Walking around by yourself is nerve-wracking; the constant whispers, the stares, the way people either avoid you or get way too close to you. But you can feel him always close by, watching you.

Chishiya.

You honestly don’t know if you should feel safe or afraid. Afraid that he will use his influence as an Alpha to take you as Niragi did the first time you met. At least Chishiya hasn’t tried hunting you down yet. Even though stalking you around like a cat chasing a mouse isn’t much different.

You’re now in a car with Ann, exhausted, wet from head to toe, but alive. Another game where your skills were evaluated; another game where you won without particularly impressing her. You always feel like you’re alive out of sheer luck and the help of others. It bothers you more than you dare to say. You have already been evaluated in games of Clubs and Diamonds, and you’re sure you would be dead if it wasn’t for Ann and the other players.

You can’t understand how people can be so smart at these hell games. Yes, you were successful at solving the riddle that allowed you to win the game of Diamonds, but since when was that impressive? You would still have been eaten by that shark in the game of Clubs without everyone else’s help.

“How are you holding up, Kenji?” you ask the young man sitting beside you. His arm is bandaged with a t-shirt already drenched in blood and his face is pale. He turns to you with a half-smile.

“Alive, thanks to you,” he says, moaning in pain when the car rides over a bump. “Thank you for that, by the way. For coming back for me.”

“It was the right thing to do.” you shrug with a smile, “Besides, I almost got eaten too.”

You can feel Ann’s eyes on you through the rearview mirror. You wonder what she’s thinking. It’s like you’re back in high school, waiting for an important evaluation. You hate it.

The car finally parks in the Beach’s parking lot and you get out, helping Kenji to his feet before two men come to take him to the infirmary. You’re walking away to get inside when Ann calls your name.

“A lot of people wouldn’t have done what you did,” she says. “That was brave of you. And stupid.”

“Uhh, thanks?” you stand there awkwardly as she seems to assess you through those big sunglasses of hers. “I just-”

“What do you see in him?” she asks after a pause, interrupting you. “You have nothing in common.”

You don’t know what to answer; shared interests and personality traits are not exactly what attracted you to each other. You shrug, “Wolf things I guess.” It’s not exactly something easy to explain. You also would rather not give it too much thought.

Ann hums, shaking her head. “Just be careful,” and walks away before you can even think of an answer.

You’re about to make your way inside when the sound of tires screeching makes you look back. The militants arrived from the games. You instantly see Niragi as he gets out of a vehicle, and you desperately want to approach him. He makes his way to the entrance at a fast pace, rifle on his shoulder as he’s followed by the rest of the militants. His pace falters when his gaze falls on you, but he doesn’t stop as he passes by you without a word.

“Niragi!” you’re calling before you can think twice.

He stops in his tracks, making everyone behind him stop too. More than twenty pairs of eyes lock on you as you stand there, heat growing on your cheeks. Why the hell did I call him, you think to yourself before clearing your throat.

“Hmm, could I speak to you? In private?”

He sighs. “I can’t right now. I’m going back out,” he says in a dismissive tone. You can’t help but notice the dark circles under his eyes; you worry if he’s been getting enough sleep lately. “We’ll talk when I get back.” and with that, he turns his back on you and walks away, followed by his group.

He’s definitely avoiding you. You wonder why; was it all the rejecting? Maybe he finally realized you are more trouble than pleasure. Maybe he regrets his promise to you, made in an inebriated state?

It was your disgusting scars, a mean voice in your head whispers.

You flinch. Whatever it is, you hope that he will at least be straightforward and honest with you. Eventually.

You try not to overthink it as you get to your room and go straight to the bathroom, getting rid of your wet clothes before jumping in the warm shower. The thing you probably like the most about the Beach is the showers. That and the good food; there’s always a tray of delicious meals delivered to your room three times a day. You can definitely get used to those small luxuries.

You finish your shower just in time to receive your dinner tray. You eat your meal in bed, a book you found while outside laying open on your knees as you take occasional spoonfuls of your rabbit stew. The sound of laughter and loud talking makes you frown for the third time in half an hour. One of the things you dislike the most about the Beach; the constant partying.

You give up on the book and decide to sleep, hoping that your exhaustiveness will win against the noise of your next-door neighbors.

It does not.

You’re knocking on their door moments later. A man opens the door, clearly beyond drunk, if his breath and slurred speech are anything to go by.

“Could you guys please keep it down?” you ask. "I'm trying to sleep." The man stares you up and down with a smirk, and you give a small step back.

“Yo, guys guess who came to pay us a visit!” he says behind him. You can see three men sitting at a table, playing what you guess is poker, several beer bottles scattered around them. You think you recognize one of them as part of the militants. Maybe coming here wasn’t a good idea after all.

“Isn’t that Niragi’s bitch?” “Ask her if she wants to join us!” is what you hear them say above the laughter. Yes, bad idea. You put your arms around you, wishing you were wearing something more besides your cotton shorts and Niragi’s shirt.

“Listen, just keep the noise to a minimum, that’s all I’m asking.” you quickly say before turning around to walk back to your room. A hand grabs your arm before you can take more than a couple of steps.

“Why don’t you join us?” says the man. His friends stand behind him, a look in their eyes that makes you shiver with apprehension. “We could show you a good time.”

“Thanks but no, thanks, I’m just trying to get some sleep.”

“You can sleep here, we don’t mind.” he retorts with a pull to your arm. “C’mon-”

“Haru, this isn’t a good idea,” warns the guy you had recognized. “She’s with Niragi.”

Haru laughs and pulls you closer, ignoring your struggle. He sniffs your hair. “Then he has been doing a shitty job at fucking her.” he pulls at your shirt, “Isn’t this his? She doesn’t smell like an Alpha at all,” he chuckles, “And didn’t you say that he ignored her today? I don’t think he’ll care if we get his sloppy seconds.”

“Let me go!” you pull your arm from his grip and face the taller man. “Niragi is not here to kick your asses, but I am.”

“Oh look at this, the little Omega has claws!”

“So do I.”

You freeze. So do Haru and his friends.

You smell him before you see him. Peppermint and rain.

You turn around to see him a few meters behind you, standing casually with his hands in his pockets. He looks bored; like he’s just passing by and there’s an inconvenience on his path. But his eyes…

“Chishiya-”

“You aren’t very smart, are you?” he interrupts, walking slowly towards you. “Harassing an Omega when there’s an Alpha around. It’s not acceptable back in the real world, what makes you think it’s acceptable here?” his eyes flash with something you recognize. You also notice the golden ring on them, giving them a more animal look. “Now you can either let her go or-.”

Haru releases his grip on your arm and takes a step back before Chishiya can finish his sentence.

“We didn’t do anything to her, man,” he says, hands raised. The man trembles slightly, eyes cast on the ground. “We were just messing around, that’s all.”

Chishiya chuckles and nods, “Of course, of course. Just remember what can happen if you mess with her again.” one of his hands leaves his pocket to scratch his neck, almost mindlessly. You gasp when you see the claws, the changed hand. “I would hate to get blood on my white hoodie.”

The men scatter back into their room without another word, tails between their legs. You stand there looking at him, involved in his scent. After more than a week without an Alpha, having him so close is not doing you any favors. His presence is unmistakably wolf, his scent stronger by his show of dominance. He barely had to try; Betas just instinctively know not to mess with Alphas. You start feeling hot, and you curse yourself; please not now.

“Are you okay?” his voice gets your attention.

“Uh-hm, yeah I am,” you stutter a little, “Th-thanks for the help.”

He takes a few steps closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You feel hypnotized; like you’re under a spell. He smells so good, and you’re so horny, and he’s the only thing making you feel safe now. You think of Niragi for a moment, until your wolf pushes the memory aside with a huff; Niragi is not there, you’re still unclaimed, and there’s an Alpha right in front of you.

You jump into his arms before you’re able to overthink things even more. His arms envelop you as your lips touch, and you feel that amazing electrifying sensation every time you touch an Alpha. His lips are soft on yours as he kisses you. His hands are surprisingly warm against your skin.

“Alpha- ” you moan into the kiss.

“Bedroom,” is all he says as he pulls you with him to your room. His lips are still on yours as he closes the door with a kick before making you lay down on the bed. His body covers yours in an instant, his hands roaming your body while his lips suck the skin of your neck. Even his kisses make you feel pleasure, and you whine as his hands go under your shirt to fondle your breasts. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispers with a pinch to your nipple. “I have been wanting to touch you since I first laid my eyes on you.”

“I- I want more,” your pussy clenches around nothing as you feel him hard against your stomach, “Please, Alpha...more,” you don’t care about how you sound. You just want that sweet release only an Alpha can provide. Niragi’s face shows up in your mind’s eye, but you ignore it; he wasn’t there for you when you needed it. Chishiya was.

His hands move to untie your shorts, sliding them down your legs to uncover your wet cunt. He sits back on his heels, hand on your thigh as he stares right at your naked core. He’s more expressive now than you’ve ever seen him before; his eyes burn with lust, his bottom lip between his teeth. You whine as he stays still, pushing your hips up; you want him to fuck you, not to stare at you.

He chuckles and licks his lips. “Open your legs wider for me,” you immediately do as he says, craving his touch. His hand slides lower until his fingers are tracing your slit in up and down movements, making you moan and instinctively close your legs. “Open,” he says with a glance at your face before leaning over your center. His breath is warm against your swollen clit.

You shiver as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive bud; it feels so good, and you want more. Your hands grip your pillow as you moan in time with his licks, almost letting out a scream when he sucks on your clit. No man had ever touched you like that; they were all inside you and over after a few minutes of thrusting. Even Niragi had gone straight to business. But fuck, does it feel good.

“Chi- Chishiya, oh my god- “ you manage to say before you’re interrupted by two of his fingers entering you. They curl inside you as his tongue keeps working wonders on your clit. You can feel an orgasm growing, toes curling at the pulling sensation in your core. You’re so close. “Please keep going, don’t stop.” you practically beg as he finger fucks you.

He stops.

You open your eyes with a displeased grunt to catch him looking at you, lips glistening with your juices. He smirks, “We’re just getting started,” he says, pulling you by the legs so your center is pressing against his crotch. You moan again at feeling him hard against you with only his swim shorts in the way.

You sit up to undress him off his hoodie, something he lets you do as he devours your lips. He suddenly pulls you up against him until you’re practically sitting on his lap. You grind against him, trying to put out the fire inside you. His mouth kisses down your neck to your breasts, without fully undressing you. You try to take off the shirt, but he makes you pause.

“That’s his shirt, isn’t it?” you nod and he huffs out a laugh, unbuttoning the first buttons only, “Keep it on,” he says before closing his lips around a nipple. You close your eyes and just enjoy the sensations he provides you. Your mind goes back to Niragi; how his tongue piercing felt against you as he sucked on you too, or how his hands never stopped pleasuring you. You almost grunt in frustration at the memories; he doesn’t matter now.

“Alpha, I want you inside me,” you beg as you keep grinding on him. It’s starting to feel like torture. Your hands slide down to work on his shorts, “Please...please.”

“Easy there,” he chuckles, pushing you back down on the bed. “We have time. Be a good girl and stay still,” he says as he gets rid of his shorts in a swift movement, now completely naked in front of you. You glance at his cock, hard as wood in between his pale thighs, a bead of precum sliding from the tip. Your mouth waters; you desperately want him to fuck you, you think as your pussy clenches around nothing.

You open your mouth to say something but hesitate, trying to follow his command. You wonder how can an Alpha have so much self-control; he should be deep inside you by now. It’s beyond frustrating. He finally covers your body with his, and you smile at the sensation of his skin on yours; it feels so good. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you kiss him with ferocity. It hurts how much you need him.

You finally feel his tip at your entrance, and then he’s inside you with a sharp thrust of his hips against yours. You scream at the sensation; so warm, so full, so unbelievably pleasurable. His thrusts are slow but firm, each hit of his pelvis against your clit making you see stars. His face goes to the side of your neck, and you feel as his teeth graze the skin, sucking and biting; right over the fading marks Niragi left on you a week ago.

“Go faster,” you whine as you push your hips up against his. You want him to fill you up to the brim; like Niragi had done. “Please Alpha, fill me up. Make me yours.”

He doesn’t say anything, but his pace gets faster, and you finally hear him make a sound since he started fucking you. His face is still hidden in the curve of your neck, but his hands clasp around your thighs, pulling them up until you’re practically folded in half. You finally feel him deeper, hitting your g-spot as his shoves get gradually harder.

“Tell me how much you want me to knot in you,” he grunts against your ear. “Tell me you want me.”

“I- I want you,” you whine. “I want you to knot in me, and fill me up with your cum. I want you.”

He kisses your jaw, thrusts getting even faster. You can barely think; all you want is to come and for Chishiya to do the same inside you. You want to feel him as he shudders, hear him as he moans and you milk him dry. His hand goes to cradle your cheek, and you finally see his face as he locks eyes with you; his white hair sticks to his neck and forehead due to sweat, and his eyes are more gold than the usual dark brown. However, an uncomfortable realization sparks in you; there’s only lust in his eyes. No care, no adoration, no imitation of something resembling love. Nothing like Niragi’s eyes had looked at you. Your wolf pushes those thoughts aside once again, and you close your eyes as you focus on the man currently thrusting in and out of you. He’s what matters now.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, toes curling behind his back as you clench around him in pleasure. You feel him as he comes too, hands squeezing your thighs with enough force to leave a bruise. However, you gasp when you feel him pull out with a hiss, and he finishes spilling on your belly and breasts.

You lay there as he finishes with a grunt before laying down beside you, both of you panting furiously. The fog in your brain soon evaporates, and you have to control the impulse to run out of your own bedroom. Why do you keep doing this to yourself? First Niragi, now Chishiya. All those years of self-control wasted. They meant nothing. You were just pushing back the inevitable; the day you would be claimed with no real ability to even choose by who. Your wolf doesn’t care, but you do. The last thing you want is a relationship like the one your parents had.

But you still ended up fucking two different Alphas in a week; it’s not like you have a choice.

Chishiya moving beside you pulls you out of your thoughts. He’s looking at you with his usual expression; cold and with a pull at his lips that gives the impression there’s something that only he’s smart enough to understand. It annoys you just a little. You guess it shows on your face because he’s full-on smirking as he sits up.

“Feeling regretful, are we?” he says as he retrieves his shorts, putting them on, “I figured you would.”

“Then why didn’t you stop me?” you say in a low tone, sitting up with a moan. His come sticks to your thighs and runs down the skin of your breasts and belly. You sigh when you notice it stained Niragi’s shirt too.

“Why would I?” he shrugs, putting his hoodie on, “I can’t control this thing much more than you do. Besides- ” he says, shooting a glance at your torso, “Thought it might be fun.”

You furrow your brows at him. “This isn’t about me, is it?” you ask. Things kind of start to make sense now; his constant presence near you, the shirt he wanted you to keep, “This is about Niragi.”

His eyes lit up with something like amusement. “If I get to claim an Omega while pissing off Niragi then I’m doing something right.” he starts walking towards the door, “Don’t misunderstand though; I will fight to claim you when the time comes.” He closes the door behind him.

What have you done? You feel a sudden urge to cry, but push it back; you are done crying about this. So you just let a few tears fall before standing up and heading to the bathroom, wanting to get cleaned up as soon as you possibly can. You groan when you see yourself in the mirror, covered in love bites and cum.

You wonder how Niragi will react when he finds out; because he inevitably will. It wasn’t unheard of Alphas to fight to the death over an Omega; you just wish that isn’t what is about to happen. You don’t think you can live with that.

You step in the shower for the second time that night and vigorously rub your skin, trying to erase any and every sign of Chishiya off your body. Mission impossible, of course; his scent is still all over you as you get out of the shower. Next, you try to clean Niragi’s shirt. At least that one still smells faintly of cinnamon and wood.

As you should too, remarks the voice in your head.

You barely sleep that night.

You feel like a zombie the next morning and, as per usual, you stick to your room. You’re particularly into avoiding people today. Well, two people. So you keep to your room and jump between reading, to napping, to overthinking until you get a headache and then fall asleep.

A sudden knock on your door wakes you up, and you notice it’s almost night outside. You trip on your way to the door, opening it to reveal Chishiya on the other side. You scowl and move to close the door in his face, but his foot stops you.

“What?” you ask.

“We’re in the same group tonight,” he says, raising a piece of paper. “And before you say no, remember that you’re still under evaluation.”

“I have enough visa days,” you say, forcing the door on his foot. He doesn’t budge. You sigh and count to ten. You can do this; just another game. “Fine. But tell Ann that after this I’m only going out when I need to.”

You grab your jacket and get out, following Chishiya. You don’t say a word and neither does he. Your body feels his presence though, and you’re sure he can smell it in you. Smell himself in you.

You get in a van with your group, a bunch of people you faintly recognize but know no names. Chishiya seats right at the front, and you cringe as everyone else in the vehicle clearly knows everything that happened between you two. You hear Niragi’s name being whispered around, but try to ignore it, focusing on the road outside as you drive around looking for a game.

“Look there!” someone exclaims.

Koishikawa Botanical Garden.

The whole place is completely dark as you walk through the main gate, the familiar sound of the barrier closing behind you making you tremble with apprehension. A sign at the front says no weapons allowed, and you watch as two of the people in your group leave their weapons behind. Not really a good sign.

A single street lamp casts light on a table right next to the reception. You follow your group as they approach the table, but your attention is focused on your surroundings. You remember being there as a kid; hard to imagine that the beautiful open space full of trees and flowers of every species is now a game arena; a place of death. You wonder what exactly is the game that awaits you.

You focus your attention on the table, retrieving a phone and staring as it does the facial recognition thing it always does. It’s apparently a big game; there are already more than ten people waiting to play, and at least fifteen phones are still on the table.

You sit on a park bench while you wait, bracing yourself against the chilly night air. Chishiya is leaning against a street lamp right in front of you, and you know he’s staring, even though it’s dark and he has his hoodie up and covering his eyes. Your mind keeps rewinding the last twenty-four hours and you try to focus on something else with no success. If you’re not thinking about that, you’re thinking about the imminent game; both make you want to cry and run.

People slowly keep coming in, and you notice as the phones vanish one by one that the game is almost at its full capacity.

A sudden ruckus at the gates snaps everyone’s attention to the entrance, and you swear your heart stops as you see Niragi running in your direction with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him. He looks furious. Absolutely terrifying.

“I’m gonna rip your fucking heart out!” he screams as he gets closer. You notice his eyes are locked on Chishiya. His eyes; they aren’t human. Neither are his hands, now curved into claws. The other man doesn’t seem scared in the slightest; on the contrary, he looks like he’s having fun.

“Niragi, don’t- “ you scream as he lunges himself at the shorter man. Chishiya is fast though, swiftly dodging the punch before kicking Niragi in the stomach and stepping away.

Niragi huffs and doubles over before standing straight with a growl and trying another swing at the other man. Two men that got in with him try to corner Chishiya, but he just dodges them like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“Not so bad without your gun, are you?” asks Chishiya in a mocking tone.

“With or without a gun, I’m still going to fucking kill you.” Niragi growls, “You fucked with the wrong wolf.”

Chishiya huffs a laugh, “Actually,” he says with a smirk, nodding in your direction, “I fucked the right wolf.”

Niragi’s eyes finally lock on you, and it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time. Only now his eyes are filled with something that resembles betrayal and pain. You hate it. You look down, trying to make yourself small; you don’t want him to look at you like that. Never.

“I’ll deal with her later,” he says in a cold tone, and you can’t help but flinch. He approaches the table and retrieves the last phone, eyes still on you. “Now I- “

You’re startled when cheery music starts playing all around you and the big screen you hadn’t noticed at the roof of the reception lits up.

“Registration has closed,” says a feminine robot voice, “The game will now commence.”

You look at your phone as it lits up.

Difficulty, Ten of Spades.

Game, “Akazukin: Red Riding Hood.”

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Part of the Family

Enzo St. John x Mikaelson! Reader

Part 1 of 4

Words: 2621

Summary: After leaving the Armory, Enzo is devastated to find that his family was a group of thieves and liars. Determined to help your boyfriend through this, you come up with a wildly romantic solution.

Note: Besides being in season seven of Vampire Diaries, there isn’t much else of either show’s plot. I just wanted to write a little series that I thought would be both Enzo’s romantic side and the Mikaelson’s flare for the dramatic. So no deadly threats besides family drama. Let me know if you guys like it! (Note: I’m reposting these because I really wanted to just make some minor edits before I finally finish out this series)

Warnings: Lots of Fluff (and some mild language)

The quiet was both peaceful and maddening. You were used to the sound of jazz music in the morning and the strong smell of coffee, but this morning there was nothing. Just silence. You slowly rose from the bed and grabbed the nearest pieces of decent clothing you could find- which just happened to be your boyfriend’s favorite shirt, a pair of jeans and sandals. Your feet made almost no sound on the hardwood floor, but it was enough for Enzo to hear you coming.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, love.” He said, looking out the window of your apartment.

“How could you have? You haven’t made a sound at all.” You scoffed.

“Are you asking me to be louder at seven in the morning?” He turned towards you and you could see the raw emotion in his eyes. He saw you looking and quickly moved his gaze to the kitchen. “Ah, I’ve forgotten the coffee. No wonder you’re in a foul mood.” He had been acting this way ever since he had gotten back from the Armory. Something was wrong, you just couldn’t figure out what. You followed him into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around his waist, placing a light kiss on his shoulder before resting your head there.

“Enzo…” You started, kissing the crook of his neck. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting strange lately.”

“Don’t know what you mean, darling.” He poured coffee into your mug and handed it back to you. You pulled yourself up onto the counter and sipped the delicious warm liquid.

“You haven't played your guitar in days, you won't go out of the apartment, and every time I try to talk to you you seem completely distant.” Even now, he was looking off, not really hearing you. “Enzo!” His gaze snapped to you.

“I’m fine love. Really.” He kissed your cheek as he walked past. Still not convinced, you followed him to the living room where the two of you sat in silence. You took a deep breath, wincing at your own words.

“It’s the Armory, isn’t it? Your family.”

“I said that I’m fine!” He snapped. “Maybe I’m just sick of all your bloody questions.” You scoffed, narrowing your eyes at him and setting the mug on the table.

“You’re so afraid of being alone, Enzo.” You stood and grabbed your car keys. “Maybe you should stop pushing away the people who care about you.” He didn’t even move his gaze from the floor as you slammed the door of the apartment behind you.

Enzo rubbed his eyes. He knew that he shouldn’t have snapped at you. He was tired and hurt over the fact that his family wasn’t at all what he dreamed they would be. They were quite the opposite, actually. He feared that he was exactly like them; a lying, heartless beast who only cared about the ends instead of the means. Looking back at his life only made him see how similar he was to them. And it scared him more than he wished it would.

Bonnie gave you the ‘I told you so’ look from across the cafe table. You rolled your eyes. Although your family and the remaining Bennett witch had never gotten along, you had become best friends with both her, Caroline, and Elena. It still hurt to think that you would never see two of your closest friends together again all because of Kai’s stupid curse.

“Don’t say it.” You begged taking a long sip of the new coffee you ordered. She held up her hands and smiled innocently.

“I have no idea what you mean.” She too drank from the cup in front of her. “It’s not like I’ve been telling you for the past year that Enzo is a total dick who is so undeserving of you.”

“We had an argument, Bonnie.” You sighed. “We didn’t break up so stop talking about him like we did.”

“I always talk about him like this.” You pegged your bunched up napkin at her and fell back in your seat. “Look, Y/N, I know you care about him, but I saw what he was like in the Armory. He was so determined to figure out who his family was, I think when he found out who they really were… he broke.”

“I know and I want to help him. I just don’t know how.” You thought of what your life was like compared to his. “I don’t exactly know what it’s like to not have a family.” Every moment of your life was surrounded with memories of your twin brother Kol, or your younger sister Rebekah, or of course your two loving- but insanely protective- older brothers; Elijah and Niklaus. Your siblings meant everything to you, and it was hard to imagine what your thousand years would have been like without them.

“Try to make him feel like he’s a part of something.” Bonnie suggested. Despite her dislike of Enzo, a part of her did like to think of him as a somewhat ally. She also cared deeply about you and she wanted you to be happy, even if it was with Enzo. “Make him see that he isn’t alone.”

“What the hell do you want?” Damon snapped, narrowing his eyes at his old friend standing before him. Enzo pushed passed him into the house. “Come on in.” Damon slammed the door and followed Enzo into his living room.

“I need a drink.” He muttered, finding Damon’s favorite bourbon and poured himself a glass. He drank it quickly and poured another. Damon snatched the bottle away from him.

“Sorry buddy, but I am not your personal liquor store.” He poured a glass for himself and placed the bottle away from Enzo. “What’s wrong with you anyway? Where’s your obnoxious British swagger?”

“Let’s just say I’ve had a rough week.”

“Ah yes, the rest of the St. John psycho clan…” Damon started. Enzo shot him a look. “So your family sucks. Join the club.”

“It’s not just that…” Enzo sighed heavily. “It’s Y/N.”

“So this is a lover’s spat? My favorite.” He leaned against the table with a smirk. “What did the female half of the Devil Twins do now?”

“Y/N didn’t do anything. I snapped at her this morning after she asked about… them.”

“Let me guess, she wants to meet the parents?” Damon said sarcastically.

“Can you take anything seriously?” Enzo growled. Damon wiggled his eyebrows mischievously.

“Nope.” He ushered Enzo onto the couch who laid down, arm slung over his face. “Maybe this is just your turning point. I mean, we all kind of knew that the two of you wouldn’t work.” He moved his arm so he could look at Damon.

“What?”

“Yeah, I mean, sure it was ‘cute’ at first. The two sociopaths of Mystic Falls united by their undying need for mayhem and death.” He gagged. “But we knew it wasn’t going to last. Her family puts each other in coffins, you’re claustrophobic, she has daddy issues, you had a thing for my mom- the list goes on.” Enzo propped himself up on his elbows.

“You think we should split up?”

“Of course not.” Damon took a long drink of bourbon. “Have you not been listening to a word I just said?” Enzo’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Did I miss something?” He wondered, fully sitting up on the couch. Damon rolled his eyes and moved behind the sofa to get more bourbon.

“I’m Damon freaking Salvatore! Am I really going to tell you to go with what everyone else thinks?” He put his hand on his chest in mock offense. “It’s like you don’t know me at all.”

“So you’re saying not to split up?” Damon smacked the back of his head and Enzo growled.

“Do I need to spell it out for you? Think about it. Everyone thought that Elena was making a horrible decision when she chose me. Despite the fact that she is in a witchy coma for the next sixty years, we still held onto the idea of spending our lives together. Exhibit B; everyone said that Stefan and Caroline were the perfect couple and they were going to live happily ever after- until he made the dick move to run off with Valerie even after we killed Rayna.” Instead of pouring a glass, he just took a swig from the bottle. “The point is: the world is full of assholes who are often wrong. So don’t listen to them.” Enzo blew out a long breath and fell back onto the couch.

“I suppose you’re right.” He chuckled.

“Of course I’m right.” Damon lifted him up from his seat and started pushing him towards the door. “So go find your hot psycho original vampire and make sweet love to her for all I care. Whatever gets you out of my house.”

“Why did we stop being mates again?” Enzo asked sarcastically when he was shoved outside.

“You tried to kill my girlfriend, remember?” Damon thought for a moment. “Then again, I did try to kill yours on multiple occasions so I guess we’re even.” He laughed to himself. “There was this one time, after we-” He stopped the sentence abruptly, remembering that he was standing in front of Y/N’s current boyfriend, so revealing their dirty past relationship was probably a bad idea. “Nevermind. Now go.” He finished and slammed the door. Enzo thought about everything he had said and knew what he needed to do.

He found you sitting back in the apartment, with an extremely determined look on your face. When you saw him come in, you stood. You opened your mouth to speak, but he stopped you.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted. You cocked your head to the side.

“For what?”

“Shouting at you this morning. I’ve been thinking ever since I got back from the Armory, panicking really.” He explained. “What if I’m just like them? I’ve lied and cheated and killed to get what I want, much like they have to add to their supernatural collection. I was angry at myself and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.” To his surprise, you laughed.

“You don’t need to apologize, Enzo.” You stepped towards him, placing a hand on his cheek. “God knows I’ve started my fair share of brawls between us.” He leaned into your hand, the tips of your fingers tangling in his hair. It took all of his strength to pull away and continue.

“I haven’t finished.” He paced across the room and your hand fell to your side. “I’m not going to be able to just move past this. I need time. I need to try and figure out what I’m supposed to do now.”

“I know.” You interjected. “I want to help you, Enzo. I want to help you get through all of this.”

“No.” He said bluntly. “I need to do this on my own.” You thought that you could let it go. That you could let him go off on his own to figure things out by himself. But you couldn’t.

“No you don’t.” You snapped. “Enzo, you don’t have to do this alone.”

“It is my family. I need to do this.”

“They may be your blood, but they are not your family.” You put your hands on either side of his face. His eyes were glistening.

“Then I shall never have one?” His expression was so sad, it crushed you. One solution came to mind and it made your body shiver with nerves.

“If you want a family…” You paused and studied him. You knew that you wanted this, but would he? “Become part of mine.” His puzzled expression pushed you further. “Your whole life, you’ve been wanting to be a part of something. You’ve wanted a place to belong. I can give that to you.”

“Y/N, what are you saying.”

“I’m saying,” you took a deep breath. “Lorenzo St. John… Will you marry me?” His eyes went wide and for a moment your heart sank. But then he smiled, sending a bright feeling through you, like a ball of light traveling through your veins.

“Are you serious?” He asked and you nodded. He lifted you off the ground, spinning around and laughing. “Yes. Of course yes!” Your lips collided as you continued to spin. He set you down on your feet, your arms still draped around his neck. “Though you have robbed me of making the large romantic gesture of proposing.”

“Well,” you grinned, taking his hand. “Let me make it up to you.”

You curled your toes around the bedsheets and released them, feeling the breeze come in from the open window. You felt a hand playing with your hair and you turned to face Enzo. He twisted a strand around his finger then pushed it away from your face.

“Hello love.” He purred, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You sighed with content. He wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head on his chest. The moment couldn’t be more perfect. Until you realized…

“You’re going to have to meet them.” You blurted suddenly. He pulled away so he could look at you.

“What?”

“My siblings. You’re going to have to meet them.” He chuckled.

“You’re worried about that?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed. “I would like to be married in New Orleans, since it is the closest thing I’ve had to having a real home.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me.” He said, pulling you into his arms again. You pushed away and sat up.

“I don’t think you understand. We’re not...” You paused to search for the right word. “Normal. Nor are they very hospitable when it comes to strangers.” He sat up next to you, his fingers drawing circles on your back. “We need a plan.”

“I highly doubt-” He started but you cut him off.

“Freya will probably be defensive at first, but if you do nothing to threaten us, she’ll warm up to you. Rebekah will try and get you to give her a reason to hate you, so you’ll have to make sure to be careful. Eventually she’ll accept us since she’s always been a sucker for a good romance. Kol will be fine with anything that brings a party.” You turned to face him, a very serious look on your face. “Elijah is the one you want to impress. He’s the only one who can stop Klaus from killing you.”

“Stop Klaus from doing what?” Enzo exclaimed.

“Niklaus is very temperamental when it comes to his sibling’s relationships with other people. He always fears that we will abandon him for somebody else. So when he discovers a romance, it is rare that our significant others survive the encounter.”

“And you want me to meet him?” He scoffed. “And then tell him we’re getting married.” You snatched up Enzo’s shirt that you had worn earlier from the bedpost.

“My siblings being a part of our wedding is really important to me Enzo. Even the ones with murderous tendencies.” You left out the fact that all of you tended to go on killing sprees from time to time- yourself included. He sighed and pulled you in for a long, passionate kiss.

“Well if I am killed because I love you it will have been worth it.” You pouted your lips sarcastically.

“You’re so sweet.” You said, pressing your lips to his again, but pushing away quickly. “We’re still going.” He groaned and fell back on the bed. You rolled your eyes and located the rest of your clothes, barely able to contain the turning bundle of excitement and nerves rolling around your stomach. It was time to go home.

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moonlit-han · 4 years

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part i: he came in through the bathroom window

genre: college au, neighbor au, fluff, humor pairing: femme reader x 3racha in poly relationship part word count: 5k part warnings: suggestive, alcohol consumption, explicit language request: yes and no~ a/n: this is in no way represents stray kids or bang chan, seo changbin, and han jisung, as it is a work of fiction. and to my readers: this is the first part in a series that’s rather dear to my heart, and while i’m not sure how long it’ll end up being at the moment, i hope you enjoy it!

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Just before your final year of college, you moved into a new apartment—well, your part of a shared house that had been made into several apartments. There was another one on the ground floor with yours, and then two upstairs. It was clean, with lovely light and a surprisingly nice kitchen. Your bedroom was nicely proportioned, too, with amazing closet space. The bathroom adjoined your neighbor’s, and there was even a little door that connected the two, for some reason. You quickly found that you had to leave the window open, even just a crack, to air out the room—an old house meant no ventilation fan. Occasionally, the proximity to your neighbor made it a little weird when you ended up taking a shower at the same time because he sang in the shower. On more than one occasion, you had to stop yourself from joining in.

You later found out that said neighbor was a music student at the same university as you, and you were sure you would have never met him if he hadn’t been your neighbor. He didn’t hang out with the same people as you, didn’t have any of the same classes, seemed to spend all his time shut up in his apartment occasionally strumming on a guitar, and was just generally an introvert. He did seem to have two best friends whose laughter you heard through the walls on a regular basis.

On the second day you lived there, a Friday, he knocked on your door, a mango in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

“Hi, I’m Jisung,” he chirped. “I live next door. I brought you a house-warming gift—sorry it isn’t fancier. Hope you like it!” Jisung thrust the wine and mango into your surprised hands and then darted away to the other side of the house before you could even invite him in. You just stood there for a solid two minutes, staring into nothing with the mango and bottle of wine.

Wow, he was hot. Shit.

For the rest of the day, you went about your business, unpacking and arranging your things. The bottle of wine drew your eye but you resisted temptation, knowing that you wouldn’t get anything done if you opened it in the mid-afternoon. Occasionally, you heard music or slightly worrying thumps from Jisung’s apartment. But, you’d only just moved in and didn’t know him well enough to feel comfortable going to check on him. Surely he was fine, right?

Around 6 pm, you gave in and got the bottle of wine. Rummaging in one of the boxes still lounging on the kitchen floor, you found a wine glass, and miraculously, the bottle opener, too. As you poured out the liquid, it smelled fruity and a little sweeter than you normally liked wine, but it was a gift and you’d been working all day. You couldn’t pass up free alcohol. And perhaps because you’d been moving in all day, the wine tasted delicious and you soon poured yourself another glass. Thinking there had to be a reason for Jisung including a mango, of all things, with the wine, you sliced it and ate a few pieces in between sips of wine. The combination was perfect, and you wondered how Jisung had discovered such a lovely pairing.

As you settled in for evening, your thoughts strayed to your new neighbor. He seemed nice enough, albeit a bit shy, and was thoughtful enough to bring a housewarming present. That had to count for something. But what you couldn’t get out of your head was just him—the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, the way his hair swooped around his face. And with the hoodie that practically swallowed him whole, Jisung was absolutely the cutest, most handsome guy you’d ever seen.

Pausing the show you were watching on your computer, you had to take a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart. You’d only just met the man, and you hadn’t even said anything! How could you be falling for him already? Heck! Giving up completely, you decided to go to bed . . . on the sofa you were currently occupying because you hadn’t set up your bed yet.

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Three months later, you were successfully moved in and your classes were in full-swing. You’d seen Jisung a few times as you came and went from your apartment, but you hadn’t really talked much. You were okay with that, though—classes were busy and it wasn’t as if there was some mystical Book of Rules for New Neighbors that you had to read and follow directions from. When you did talk, though, he was perfectly nice, making sure to ask how you were doing and actually listening to what you had to say—a rare quality, you’d found. He always gave you a toothy grin that seemed to light up his whole body, too.

Your door knocker barely ever got used, which was why when very loud knocking echoed through your apartment on Saturday, you were sure the apocalypse was coming. Cautiously, thinking of all the bad things that could happen if the person on the other side of the door meant you harm, you opened your front door. Revealed on the threshold was Jisung, along with two other young men who could only be the best friends you heard so often.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jisung said, moving slightly to the side so you could see his companions. “So, I figured I’d introduce you to my friends, since they’re around a lot. Also, I usually ask one or both of them watch the apartment when I’m gone sometimes.”

“Oh. Okay,” was all you could manage while being stared at by three highly attractive young men.

“Can we . . . come in?” Jisung asked hesitantly.

“Um, yeah sure,” you said, blinking, and moved out of the way.

So that was how you ended up with Jisung and his two best friends lounging on the couch in your apartment. They seemed perfectly at home, not noticing or simply not caring about the mess of books and mugs on your coffee table, nor the—

Oh shit, the laundry.

Your laundry—underpants, bras, and all—was hanging on a drying rack in the corner of your living room under the window. You scurried over to the rack and quickly threw a towel, which had been catching any rain that happened to fall on your windowsill, over the clothes. Turning round, you found the guys looking at you. You smiled nervously, knowing you were blushing.

Jisung put his head in his hands. You felt like doing the same thing just then.

“So, let me guess,” said the one sitting on Jisung’s left, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “You’re name’s Reina, right? Since you’re lovely as a queen?”

You burst out laughing. You couldn’t believe someone had actually just used such a ridiculous pick-up line on you. “Sorry to disappoint,” you said, still giggling. “My name’s Y/N.”

“Oh well,” Chan said in mock-sadness, “that’s a pretty name, too. Just about as pretty as you!”

“Chan, fucking hell, man,” Jisung groaned. “Can you not flirt with every single person I introduce you to?”

“Sorry, ’Sung.” He still winked at you, though.

“Yeah. Okay.” Jisung addressed you again. “So this,” he pointed at the one he’d called ‘Chan,’ “is Chan. And the other dork who insists on being friends with me is Changbin. They’re also studying music composition and production.”

“Nice to meet you. And honestly,” you added conspiratorially, “I don’t understand why you’d want to be around Jisung either. Did you know he sings in the shower?”

Now it was Chan and Changbin’s turn to burst out laughing, falling onto the sofa’s arms.

“Jisung, your neighbor’s cool!” Changbin chuckled once he got himself under control. “Why didn’t you introduce us sooner?"

Jisung blushed faintly and grumbled something about not getting the chance. He’s really cute when he blushes, you thought.

“But yeah, we’re the bane of the Music Department’s existence,” Changbin said cheerfully. His voice was slightly husky, but somehow melodious, too.

“Just call us 3racha—because we’re spicy like Sriracha sauce!”

“Chan!” Jisung hissed, shoving his friend but he couldn’t wipe the grin off Chan’s face. Even though he seemed determined to be the cheesiest person ever, you noticed that Chan had extremely cute dimples and kind eyes.

“Wow, you three really are something,” you observed, with only a hint of sarcasm tinging your voice. “Jisung, did you really just come over and insist on coming into my apartment just to introduce your friends? Or, did you need something?” It came out slightly harsher than you’d meant it, but still. He’d practically barged in!

“Um, yeah, pretty much,” Jisung said. “Like I said, I wanted you to at least know who the people coming and going were.”

“And if you ever need anything,” Changbin added, “we’ve got you.”

“Thanks?” you said, not quite sure how they’d be able to help you, since you’d a) only just met them, and b) didn’t have any way to contact them. Although, Changbin did have a quiet confidence about him that was actually quite reassuring.

Jisung sighed, a little fidgety. “Well, I think we’ve trespassed on your time long enough. Let me know if the music’s too loud, okay?”

All four of you stood at the same time, Changbin leading the way to the door. “See you later, Y/N,” he said. “It was lovely to finally meet the person we’ve been hearing so much about.” And then he winked, too.

What was with these guys and winking? you groused to yourself, trying to keep ahold of your expression. Wait, he didn’t mean… oh fucking hell. Judging by Changbin’s smirk that’s exactly what he’d meant. Why did the walls have to be so thin? Why!

Clearly exercising all the self-control he had, Chan just waved and said “Bye” on the way out. Jisung stopped as he was halfway out your door.

“Sorry this was unexpected, Y/N. I just thought you’d like to get to know them.” Jisung smiled a little sadly, and with that, carefully shut your door after himself.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding just as a small scuffle broke out on your front step. You could almost hear Jisung berating his friends for something. Running a hand through your hair and massaging a temple in the process, you walked back over to sit on the couch. As you continued massaging your head, your eyes were caught by a folded piece of paper on the coffee table.

Strange, you thought, I don’t remember ever having that pattern of note paper. You picked it up and opened it to see. . .

Wow, the audacity.

One of the guys had left all three of their numbers for you on that slip of paper. Chan’s even had a heart next to his. They really had some nerve. Then again, you weren’t exactly complaining that three hot guys had just left you their numbers. You never knew when that could come in handy.

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You were finally snuggled in bed when you heard a crash. You went stiff for a moment, thinking through the various things that could have made that sound in your apartment. The sound seemed to have come from the bathroom. Okay. So, it might have been the mirror or a glass you forgot to move off the edge of the sink. It didn’t have to be the window. Besides, there hadn’t been any other noises after the first.

Reluctantly, you got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom to see what had happened. The shelf you’d put up two days ago lay on the floor surrounded by the shards of a vase you’d placed on said shelf just earlier that evening.

“Damn it,” you muttered, bending to pick up the shelf and the larger pieces of glass. The weight of the vase must have been too much for the shelf, even though you’d properly attached it to the wall. You methodically cleaned up the glass and reattached the shelf to the wall, not putting anything on it this time in hopes that it wouldn’t fall again.

When you woke up, the shelf was still up and you felt rather smug for putting it back up properly. And when you got home, the shelf was still up, too.

That night, you took a lovely bath—taking care to crack the window to let out the steam—twisted your hair up into a comfortable top-knot, and then laid down on your bed with just yourself for company. You sighed gratefully. It had been a long week and you desperately needed some rest.

But, before you could even settle into the softness of your mattress, you heard the distinctive sound of shattering glass. From inside your apartment.

Fuck, not again.

You slipped out of bed, throwing on your sleep shorts and a loose tank top before padding out of your bedroom. Walking as silently as you could, by putting your the balls of your feet on the ground before your heels, you made your way to the bathroom.

You heard a thump just as you put your hand on the doorknob. If that shelf had fallen again…

It was not the shelf.

None other than Han Jisung was sprawled on your bathroom floor, arms and legs going everywhere, and a look of distinct puzzlement on his face. He shook his head, clearly having banged it on the floor. There were bits of broken glass scattered all around him, and you could see a light dusting of it in his hair.

“What the fuck?” you shrieked, backing up to just outside the door.

Jisung looked up at you and grimaced. “Hi?”

“What the hell are you doing in my bathroom? How are you in my bathroom? You had better have a damn good explanation, Han Jisung.” You couldn’t believe it. You’d thought Jisung was nice, that he was normal. But this? Sneaking into your bathroom at 12:30 am? That was just too much. Only a creep would do that.

Jisung scrambled onto his knees, his back to the wall. Under the window. The window that had just been broken. “I can explain!” he said, hands going up in front of him as his shoulders shrugged, as if expecting a blow.

“You’d better talk fast,” you said, your voice dangerously low.

“So, like a dumbass, I forgot my key.” He gulped, then took a breath. “And the guy who lived here before you used to let me come through here when I forgot my key because there’s the connecting door.”

You glanced at said door, which you’d assumed was sealed permanently. Apparently not. You glared at Jisung, who continued.

“Um, I thought I’d just climb in and go through the door. I didn’t mean to break the glass, I promise! My foot just got stuck and so I kind of tripped through the window, if that makes sense? I’m so sorry, Y/N! I thought I’d told you about the whole window thing!” Jisung’s face was screwed up like he might cry, his whole body tense as he made himself as small as he could.

You almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But, you didn’t say anything, waiting for Jisung to provide more of an explanation.

“I— My front windows don’t open and the back and side ones open onto the hill, so there’s nowhere I can use to climb into my own apartment. That’s the only reason this has happened. Really, I’m sorry!”

“So,” you said, hands on your hips, “you’re telling me that you used to climb through this window whenever you forgot your keys.” Jisung nodded. “Did you ever think of making of copy of the key and hiding it under a rock or something?” You were in utter disbelief—how hadn’t he done that? Or given Chan and Changbin keys? You mentally rolled your eyes.

“Shit,” Jisung lamented. “No, I hadn’t thought of that. Like I said, he just let me come in this way and it seemed to work fine. Plus, I don’t think the landlord would like us making copies of the keys, right?”

“Jisung, right now that’s the least of your worries. Please remember that you’re sitting on my bathroom floor. At 12:45 am. I was in bed!” You sighed loudly. Jisung just looked so dejected, you couldn’t stay angry at him for long. “For fucks sake, come here,” you said, reaching out a hand.

He took it, careful not to step on any broken glass from the window, and let you pull him up. His hands were calloused from playing the guitar. And suddenly, Jisung was very close to you. Very close. You could see how long his eyelashes were and the place where he must bite his lip when he’s nervous—you could smell his shampoo. You were also all too aware of just how thin your tank top was, and, it would seem, so was Jisung. You crossed your arms, hoping he’d just think you were cold from the breeze coming in the open window.

“I’ll contact the landlord tomorrow and say I was playing baseball or something and accidentally hit a ball through the window,” he said quickly, stepping back and trying not to look any lower than your face.

“Okay,” you replied, heartbeat faster than you’d care to admit. “Thanks. Now please get out of my bathroom, Jisung. I really do want to go to bed.”

“Yeah, sorry. Really, Y/N. I’m so sorry about this. I’ll— I’ll go get some cardboard and tape to cover the window. I’m sorry!” Jisung seemed like he would start rambling wildly any moment now.

“Just go back to your apartment. I’ll take care of the window, okay?” you tried to be as firm as you could, but Jisung could do sad puppy eyes better than anyone you’d ever met. Dear god, this boy… You gave in. After all, it would be one less thing for you to do. “Fine, Jisung. You can patch the window. Do it quickly, since I want to go to bed.”

With a soft, apologetic smile, Jisung went to the half-door next to your bathroom cabinet. After a moment of him fiddling with the latch, the door swung inward to reveal a small space through which he could crawl. Sighing, Jisung bent down and looked up at you. It did not escape your notice that this was the second time that night that you’d seen Jisung on his knees.

“Again, I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I’ll be right back to fix the window—just go back to bed.”

Before you could respond, Jisung was crawling forward into the slightly dingy area between your apartments.

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Jisung did, indeed, take care of the window getting fixed. When you went out to check how it looked, you noticed a conveniently placed log that would make it much easier to, say, climb through the window above. You estimated the height from the ground to the windowsill, and realized that Jisung would have had to jump and then pull himself up just with the strength in his arms in order to get through the window. Yes, the wood shingle siding provided fairly good footholds, but not that much. Damn, you thought appreciatively, he’s strong. You were suddenly glad for the chill in the air to cool your now too-warm face.

You found yourself thinking about Jisung at the most inconvenient times, such as in your lecture classes, and quickly realized that, even though you didn’t know him as well as you’d like, you had a crush on your neighbor. Strangely, you still hadn’t run into each other on campus, but you’d seen Chan and Changbin—in the distance and too far away to talk to. You weren’t sure what to make of the fact that you were into Jisung, but your daydreams had certainly become much more vivid.

That one night was just the first time of many that Han Jisung crawled through your window in the middle of the night. By the sixth time it happened, you decided to talk to Jisung.

You heard the familiar rattle of the window and immediately raced into the bathroom in time to help Jisung down. It was a bit sad to see him on the floor after he accidentally caught a piece of clothing, his backpack, or, one memorable time, an earring, on the window. You held out a hand to him, and he took it, hopping into the room like a lady exiting a carriage.

Holding Jisung’s hand was surprisingly nice. His grip was firm and comforting, as if he were transferring his warmth and affection—

Wait, affection? Huh . . .

You quickly dropped Jisung’s hand, but not after checking that his feet were planted on the ground.

“Jisung, why don’t you come into the living room, okay?” you said, hoping you didn’t sound nervous.

“Oh. Sure!” Jisung was clearly baffled, since you’d never done anything like this. Remembering to shut the window behind himself, he followed you into your apartment. By now, he should have been almost used to seeing you in your pajamas, but he wasn’t. Your tank tops left nothing to the imagination, which was maddening for him.

You pointed Jisung to the couch, and he took a seat, sitting with his back ramrod straight and an expectant look in his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile a little as you curled up on the other end of the couch. Jisung, who took this as encouragement, smiled back.

“Jisung, I’ve noticed that you’ve come through this way once a week for over a month,” you said. “There’s no way you’ve actually lost your key every single fucking week. So, why have you been coming through into my apartment every week?”

You knew it sounded a little silly, but he had been appearing between 9:30 pm and 1:30 am every Friday.

“Um, yeah. I may or may not be really bad at keeping my keys on me. Also . . .” Jisung’s voice trailed off so quietly that you couldn’t hear him properly.

“What did you say?” you asked.

“I’m really bad at keeping my keys on me?”

“No, the other part,” you said slowly.

“Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t hear that,” Jisung grumbled.

“Jisung, what the hell?”

“I wanted to see you,” Jisung said and ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed.

You were stunned. It almost made sense—Jisung was clearly an introvert and seemed to be one of those people who would rather do something outrageous than actually have to talk to someone, much less someone they had a crush on. Neither of you had exactly made many other attempts to see or talk to each other, besides random meetings at the mailbox and leaving your apartments at the same time. Although, he had asked you to bring him soup when he got a cold in September, and you’d happily taken him some. Amazingly, the fact that he’d been all but sneaking into your apartment for the last six weeks didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. That, you realized upon later reflection, probably had something to do with your crush on him.

“You . . . wanted to see me?” you asked, voice soft. You barely noticed as you uncurled your legs and shifted closer to Jisung. Your hands rested on the upholstery beside you.

“Yeah.” Jisung had moved closer, too, and now you were sitting side-by-side, facing each other.

“But why?”

“Because,” Jisung said as he reached out and linked his pinky finger with yours. You nearly jumped, the contact seeming like a spark leaping from him to you. “Well, you’re beautiful and kind, and I’d like to get to know you better. And whenever I hear you laugh at whatever silly thing you’re reading or watching, I end up giggling because it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. Did I mention you’re beautiful?”

You were silent for a minute, staring into space level with Jisung’s elbow; he shifted nervously but you didn’t let go of his hand. Your mind raced nearly as fast as your heartbeat.

“Kiss me, then,” you said, and Jisung’s eyes went wide. “Kiss me, Jisung.”

Jisung hesitantly placed his hand on your waist as you gently cupped his cheek—you could feel his pulse jumping in his neck. His touch was light as a feather and you could feel his hand shaking, even as he drew you closer. He leaned forward at the same time as you did, too, and a dull ache spread through your forehead where it had hit Jisung’s.

You crinkled your nose, leaning your head against the couch, and rubbed your brow.

“Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay?” Jisung said, not even thinking as he ran his hand over what was now a slightly red spot of your forehead.

You giggled and said, “I’m fine. Are you okay, though?”

“I’ve had worse,” Jisung chuckled. He also leaned against the couch, resting his arm on its back as, throwing all caution to the winds, he traced the arch of your cheekbone with a fingertip. “Here,” he said as he leaned toward you again and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Aw, you’re too sweet,” you said. Jisung was directly in front of you and you thought, Well, since he’s already this close. So, you leaned in and placed kiss after kiss down his jaw. Still hesitant, Jisung turned his head slightly and brushed his lips against yours. It was only for a second, but you immediately caught his lips with yours, wanting more. As you took the lead, Jisung relaxed into the kiss. His lips were warm as you renewed the kiss over and over.

You took a breath, smiling and moving your free hand to Jisung’s hair—It really was as soft as you’d always expected. He hummed contentedly, leaning his head back slightly into your hand.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for so long,” Jisung breathed, letting out what might have been a laugh or a sigh.

“Me, too,” you said, still carding your fingers through his hair.

“And now you’re too far away,” Jisung pouted, and slanted his lips to yours again. Continuing to twine your fingers around his hair, you let your other hand run over Jisung’s arms and chest, then down to wrap around his waist. As you did, Jisung held your hip and pulled you closer so you were nearly sitting in his lap. Not that you minded. You transferred a hand to his shoulder so you wouldn’t topple over. Jisung swiped his tongue along your bottom lip and you gladly opened to him. He tasted of the vanilla chapstick he clearly used, and as you explored each other’s mouths, you slipped your hand under the hem of his shirt.

The feeling of your hand on his skin nearly made Jisung faint from surprise and he gasped against your lips before kissing you even more enthusiastically. After long moments of wonton kissing, your arm ached a little from resting on the back of the couch and, reluctantly, you broke the kiss. Jisung’s lips were very red and swollen.

“Are you okay?” Jisung asked, worried as he pulled back, just in case. You didn’t let go of him, though.

“Can we change positions a little, Ji?” The nickname had just slipped out and you didn’t realize you’d call him that until you saw his expression.

“Of course.” Jisung paused, not exactly sure what to do next. “Um, what do you want to do?”

“Well,” you pretended to think for a moment, “we could lay down a bit?”

Jisung blushed a little at the implication that hung in those words. “That’s,” he began and cleared his throat. “That’s just fine with me.”

Taking a deep breath, Jisung slouched back onto the arm of the couch, bringing you with him. You had to do some scooting yourself, and soon found yourself straddling his legs. Jisung reached up and pulled you down to him, running his hands up and down your back as he did so. You rested your forearms on the couch behind Jisung and brought your lips back to his, leaving little kisses around his lips before fully kissing him again. Kissing him was like finding a lucky penny: unexpectedly sweet and such a simple yet exciting thing that you couldn’t help but want to leap with joy. All of a sudden, a giggle burbled up out of you and you hid your face in the crook of Jisung’s neck.

“What?” Jisung asked.

“Nothing,” you mumbled.

“No, really. What is it?” Jisung was quite curious now.

You lifted your head, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “I kind of want to see you shirtless now,” you admitted and immediately burrowed your head in his shoulder again.

Jisung laughed, really laughed, as he said, “Yeah? Well, I can’t take my shirt off with you on top of me.”

Still quite embarrassed that he’d even considered what you’d said, you sat up and Jisung lifted the hem of his t-shirt. You couldn’t help yourself once his shirt was off: you whistled, murmuring, “Holy shit.” While you’d guessed that Jisung had nice muscles, you weren’t expecting him to have abs for days and killer arms, not to mention perfectly proportioned pecs.

Jisung smiled, a little embarrassed. “Um, like what you see?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” you said, and trailed a finger down his chest. Jisung let out a shaky breath and you felt a hard pressure underneath your bum. Your pajama pants felt quite thin at the moment. Swooping down, you captured his lips again and continued to run your hands over every inch of him you could reach. Jisung moaned every time your hands returned to his chest, and he slipped a hand down to your bum to hold your hips to his. Your kisses were soon so heated they were almost desperate, your hands ranging over each other’s bodies as the warmth inside grew.

“Jisung,” you said, breathing hard. You sat up, realizing, belatedly, that your top was dangerously low now. “If we don’t stop now—”

“I don’t want to stop,” he whispered. “But if you do, we will. It’s okay, I promise.”

Jisung was so gentle and careful, you could almost cry. “Oh, Ji,” you murmured, and kissed him again, lingering at his bottom lip before pulling back. “I don’t want to stop either.”

Jisung craned his neck to kiss just below your ear. “Then we won’t.” As you continued kissing, any hopes of going back to sleep disappeared like mist in early morning sun. But you didn't want to go to bed, not when Jisung’s hands were slipping under your tank top.

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bucciarati gang x reader

Anonymous asked: Hello! Can I get a platonic/ brotherly Bucci gang comforting a member who’s just gone through a breakup with a longtime partner? (May or may not be in this situation and needing some cuddles 🥺) thank you in advance and I hope everything’s good for you!

Yes of course!! I hope you’re feeling better and I hope you enjoy these! My messages are always open if you want to talk too!

Giorno

- Giorno's a soft-spoken guy; in your time with Bucciarati's gang, he's probably the one you know the least about. Still, he's extremely friendly, and the two of you get along really well.

- When you show up to your mission with Giorno with your head dipped and a far-away look in your eyes, he can instantly tell something's wrong. "Are you alright?" he asks you, eyebrows knitted in worry. You just wave a hand and shrug, telling him not to worry and to focus on the mission at hand. Hesitantly, Giorno agrees, though he's not done thinking about this.

- The job goes on without a hitch, and you and Giorno hurry away to the getaway car. As you both hop in and buckle your seatbelts, Giorno looks at you through the rear-view mirror. Your eyes meet his in the reflection for a moment and then you shift them away, frowning.

- "Is there something you want to talk about?" he asks gently. "You can feel free to tell me anything."

- You suck in a deep breath, wincing as your breath shuddered. "...Are you sure? I don't want to bother you," you murmur.

- Giorno reaches out and takes your hand; you're both a little startled by his forwardness. "Of course. It's not a bother."

- You smile a little, but your face doesn't read as very happy. You lean back, your hand still resting loosely in Giorno's. "Okay. Well, I... I ended a long relationship recently. And I don't - I really don't know how to describe how I'm feeling. I just..." Your voice trails off, and Giorno watches as tears up in your eyes. You lower your head and Giorno can see your shoulders shaking.

- Moved by the instant need to make you feel better, he takes your other hand as well. You blink, tears running down your face, and you watch as Giorno rubs his thumbs in circles over your palms. He leans in a little closer to you and smiles faintly. "You're an amazing person, (Y/N). I'll be with you every step of the way through this, alright? I know you can do it."

- You muster up a smile, genuinely touched by Giorno's tenderness. "Thank you. Really." You look away, sniffling. "I'll try."

- Giorno lifts a hand and brushes a tear from your cheek, surprising you. When he brings his hand back to yours, though, he holds a small, pink rose petal. "What you're feeling right now is going to help you grow," he says softly, gingerly placing the petal in your palm. "You're going to come out stronger. And I'll be there to help when you need it."

- You're overcome with emotion; you lean forward and hug Giorno tightly. He's a little startled by this, but he's happy all the same, and he hugs you back. "Thank you," you whisper in his ear. "I'm sorry for springing all this on you right now... We should probably head back."

- "Don't worry," he replies. "You can talk to me about whatever you want." He leans back and starts the car, and as you drive away, he turns to you and smiles widely. You find yourself smiling back.

Bruno

- It's early in the morning when you get a phone call on your cell phone, which is sitting on the other side of your room. Yawning loudly, you roll out of bed and pick it up. Before flipping it open, you briefly glance at the mirror hanging from your wall; you look dead tired. It's no surprise, really... You haven't been sleeping much.

- "...Hello?" Your voice is groggy and you blearily rub your eyes.

- "(Y/N). How are you?"

- Your eyes widen, and subconsciously you fix your posture. It's your boss Bruno, who never calls unless he has important business. "Uh... Hi. I'm alright." The lie rolls off your tongue without a second thought.

- "That's good." Bruno pauses. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but I'd like to go to dinner with you tonight. I can pick you up at seven if that's alright with you."

- "Sure, that would be nice." He pleasantly says goodbye and hangs up, and you set down the phone in mild confusion. That had been the last thing you were expecting. Bruno is your boss, and he's a close friend, too - but he's never asked you out to an excursion like this. You wonder for a moment if it's because he's noticed how out of it you are lately. It's certainly a possibility. You just shrug and get ready for the day, keeping Bruno's invitation in the back of your mind.

- After a day of errands, the time comes, and Bruno arrives at your place in a sleek, classy sports car. He steps out of the driver's seat and circles around the vehicle, opening the passenger door and offering his hand. You smile, a little miffed by his silence so far, and take his hand. After you're both seated, he drives off.

- You wind up at a restaurant that you've never been to before. You'd wanted to try it, but it had always been astronomically fancy and you figured you'd never find the right occasion to go. It seems Bruno is the one who found the perfect time, as he leads you to your table and pulls out your chair.

- Bruno orders a bottle of wine for the both of you, and finally, he turns your way and speaks. "I hope you're not too confused by my sudden invitation," he says, the smile on his face audible in his words.

- "Not at all!" you reply, smiling as well. "Well, maybe a little confused... But certainly not upset. This is wonderful."

- "That's good." Bruno's smile drops a bit, and you watch him closely. "I wanted to see you tonight because I've been a little worried. You haven't been yourself lately, and I just wanted to check up on you. (Y/N), are you alright?"

- You feel your throat tighten before he's even done talking. "I - I, ah..." You can't force yourself to lie. You dip your head a bit, speaking a little sheepishly. "No. Not really."

- Bruno starts to reach across the table but his hand freezes halfway; he's not sure whether he should take your hand. "Well, if you want to talk..." He decides now, and his fingers gently wrap around your palm. "I'm here."

- You suck in a breath, raising your head. "I've just been going through... Well, going through a breakup." Bruno's eyes soften in concern, and you nod slightly. "So it's been hard."

- Your wine arrives suddenly, nearly making you jump. Bruno lets go of your hand to pour you a glass. "I see." He places the glass in front of you and you drink some, thankful to be given a break from talking. Bruno doesn't drink, though, and you frown. "You're important to me, (Y/N). We've known each other for a while and all I want is for you to be happy." You had been the first person to join his team, so you're pretty close.

- You smile, taking a quick sip of wine. "Thank you, Bruno."

- Dinner goes well, and your food is delicious. After the meal, you and Bruno get up and head back to his car. He opens your door and you thank him as you sit down.

- "How was your food?" he asks you as he slides into the driver's seat and starts the car.

- "It was great. Thank you again, this was a really wonderful surprise."

- Bruno smiles gently at you and you've never felt more comfortable. "Of course, (Y/N). I'd love to do this again, any time you like. Alright?"

- You reach out and place your hand over his, and he blinks, looking at you with mild surprise. You just grin and reply, "Alright."

Mista

- As you walk into Libeccio on a bright Sunday morning, you're greeted by only Bruno and Mista. "Hey, guys," you say as you pull out your chair and take a seat. "Where's everyone else?"

- Bruno glances up from the papers that are sitting in front of him to look at you. "Oh, this is just a minor problem that we need to clean up. I figure the three of us will be more than enough to take care of it."

- You nod, crossing your arms over your chest. "Alright." You look over at Mista, who's busy eating garlic bread without a care in the world. "Hey, Mista," you say, and he stops eating to look at you. You grin. "Bet you're glad we don't have anyone else here with us, huh?"

- Instantly Mista nods obnoxiously, and you nearly laugh out loud. "Four people... It's just not for me." You sigh, the remnants of a smile on your face.

- You head out after a quick cup of coffee, and in minutes you've reached your destination. You all pile out of the car, looking around warily at the old, half-collapsed building you've arrived at. "There's nothing to worry about," Bruno says to the two of you. "I just have to go get a document that was left inside by our associate. I need you two to stand guard outside."

- "You got it, Boss," Mista says with a firm salute. You laugh a little at the gesture. Bruno leaves, and that leaves you with the group's resident gunslinger.

- You both summon your stands, and you stand together outside of the building. You're both silent for a while, until the Sex Pistols start whining about being bored. "Shut up!" Mista groans, swatting at them. "We'll be out of here in no time." You really don't have the energy to reassure the little guys, even though you usually do like talking to them.

- Mista seems to notice this, and he glances over at you. "...Hey, (Y/N), are you okay? You seem out of it."

- You shrug. "Uh... It's nothing."

- This tips Mista off to the fact that it absolutely is something. "Really, what's up? You know you can tell me anything. My lips are sealed." He mimes zipping his mouth shut, and you roll your eyes.

- "...Fine." You cross your arms over your chest, sighing. "I... I just broke up with my partner. A few days ago."

- For some reason, you're expecting another wisecrack, but that's not what you get - Mista walks over to you and puts his hand gently on your arm. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says quietly. "It must suck."

- You nearly laugh at his choice of words. "Yeah. It does suck."

- He looks at you for a moment, and then in a quick, casual motion, he wraps his arms around you and squeezes. You blink, completely surprised by this. After a few comfortable moments, he pulls away, then suddenly his eyes go wide. "Shit, I hope that wasn't weird, I - I didn't even think about it and - "

- "No, don't worry," you say, cutting him off. "It was nice of you." You give him a small smile.

- "Oh. Well that's good." You both fall silent again, staring out at the alley before you and looking for any potential enemies. After a few minutes, Mista speaks. "I'm buying you ice cream after this."

- You look over at him, eyebrows raised. "Did you just say you're gonna get me ice cream? What are you, seven?"

- "Shut up!" Mista whines, and you laugh loudly. "Ice cream is good as hell. It'll do wonders for your spirit."

- "Well, I can't argue with that." Your wide grin settles into a little smile, and the two of you stand closely together until Bruno finally arrives.

- You all hop into the car, Bruno at the wheel and the two of you in the back seat. "What's your favorite ice cream flavor?" Mista asks, grinning widely. "Wait - lemme guess. Are you a classic vanilla type?"

- "Uh..." You honestly don't have a favorite, so you decide to humor him. "Sure. Yeah."

- "Hell yeah!" He reaches out and gives you an unprompted high-five, surprising you. "I knew it. I'm a genius." A few moments later, Mista's expression softens. "Hey, listen. I'm really sorry you're going through this. I know it's tough, so... I'll be there for you. Don't hesitate to come to me about anything."

- You'd never expected to see this kind of seriousness from Mista before. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it." And with that, you lean back in your seat, feeling good about the future for the first time in a while.

Narancia

- You hadn't planned on talking about your recent breakup with any of the members of your group, but when Narancia invited you to the local arcade one day, you knew he could tell something was up.

- You meet up with him outside of the glowing building. He stands in front of the doors with an impossibly wide grin and...a bouquet of flowers? "Hey, what the hell is this for?" you say, laughing as you take them. "Seriously."

- "I guess I just wanted to surprise ya! It worked, I guess." He's right; you were surprised. You run the flowers over to your car and gently place them in the back seat, then return to Narancia.

- "So what's the plan?" you ask as you both enter the arcade. The sounds of the seemingly endless games is almost shockingly loud.

- It doesn't seem to phase Narancia in the slightest, though. "Come on! We're playing that dancing game. What's it called...?" He ponders that for less than a second before grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the large game in the back of the room.

- Almost instantly, he's shoved some tokens into the machine and you're all set to dance. "Choose, the song, (Y/N), I know you'll pick a good one!" You can't seem to stop smiling at the utter enthusiasm Narancia's showing, and you pick a relatively easy song.

- You stumble a few times, but after a moment you get the hang of the game. Narancia isn't doing very well - he doesn't seem to feel the rhythm very well - but his energy is more than making up for it. Once the song is over, you see that you've beaten him.

- "I never could've expected that, dude," you say, laughing under your breath. "I mean, don't you choreograph dances and make Mista and Fugo learn them with you?"

- "Yep!" Narancia shrugs. "Guess I was off today. But you beat me!" You wonder if he let you win, but who cares. You appreciate the gesture if that's the case.

- The two of you spend the rest of the day playing every game in the place. Once you're done, you end up with a sizeable pile of tickets, and you decide to spend them on two huge stuffed animals - one for you and one for Narancia, to commemorate this nice day.

- "I really had a good time today!" you say to Narancia as you walk to his car. "Thanks for inviting me, I had a lot of fun."

- "Sure!" Narancia's voice drops a bit, and you raise your eyebrows. "And I hope you feel better soon. I know you haven't been feeling your best, but I know you'll get through it. You're tough as hell, (Y/N), that's why you're on the team!"

- You're really touched by Narancia's words. He doesn't even know what happened, and still his words of comfort are perfect. "Thanks. Hey, I'll see you later, alright?"

- "Yeah." He picks up his stuffed animal and has it wave goodbye, and you snort. He's a pure ball of sunshine, and that's just what you needed.

Abbacchio

- Of all the member's of Bucciarati's squad, Abbacchio is probably the hardest one to talk to. You don't think you've ever held a full conversation with him on your own, and even if you tried, you have a feeling he'd just laugh in your face and walk away. All in all, you're pretty intimidated by him.

- So of course, as fate would have it, the two of you are assigned to take care of some business one late night. You grab a taxi and then walk a ways until you reach your destination.

- Abbacchio is there waiting for you, with his arms crossed over his chest. "You made it," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, and you wince. This is really the last thing you need right now.

- It's a fairly serious mission before you two: you have to kill non-stand user employees of the boss who have stolen a fairly large sum of money from a neighboring capo. Thankfully, you succeed, though you do make a couple minor mistakes that do nothing for Abbacchio's mood.

- Abbacchio hails a taxi and slides the driver some of the money you've just recovered. "If anyone asks, you never saw us. Alright?" The driver merely nods and gestures for you to get in.

- It's a silent, somber ride. You're too anxious to look at Abbacchio. You're a little embarrassed by the rookie mistakes you made tonight, which you've never done before - but you're going through something pretty big right now and that's probably the reason for them. It's only been a little while since you ended your relationship, and it's been pretty hard coping with it. This situation certainly isn't making it any easier to feel better.

- You get back to Abbacchio's place quickly. You start to wave goodbye as he opens the door and stands up, but he shocks you by grabbing your arm and pulling you out with him. "Come with me," he says lowly. "I just wanna talk for a bit."

- You're terrified. He's almost definitely going to chew you out over your mess-ups tonight. You really can't do anything but nod, and with that he turns around and leads up up to his apartment.

- It's...a lot cozier than you'd expected. There's a lot of artwork up on the walls, and a record player sits on the far side of the room. You wonder what he's been listening to. "Would you like a drink?" he asks, taking out a bottle of red wine.

- "Ah, no thanks." That's oddly hospitable of him, considering he's monumentally pissed off at you right now.

- You watch him put the bottle away and take out a can of coffee grounds. "Coffee, then? I know it's late, but you're probably cold."

- He's right; coffee actually sounds good right now. "Sure, if it's not any trouble."

- He doesn't say anything to that, just gets to making it. Shit - is it trouble? You stand and watch him from the doorway in an anxious silence until finally he's done, and he gestures for you to join him on the couch.

- You sit down and he hands you your coffee. "Cream and sugar?" he asks, and you nod your head.

- "Yeah - both." He quickly grabs your coffee back from you and walks back to the kitchen, then returns with two mugs and sits down next to you. He hands you your drink and you take a sip, careful not to burn yourself. It's perfect for such a chilly night.

- "So." You look up at Abbacchio, whose expression can only be described as...severe. He drinks some coffee then sets down his mug, locking eyes with you. This is about to be horrible. "What's wrong?"

- "Huh?" Did you say that out loud? Did he say that out loud? You blink, trying to parse his question.

- "I can tell you're not feeling well. You never would've made the mistakes you did if you weren't distracted. So what's on your mind?" He pauses, and then adds, "If you're comfortable talking about it."

- "...Oh." You're completely shocked by this twist. Abbacchio's expression doesn't read as severity, it's concern. He knows something's wrong. "Well, yeah. I'm fine with talking about it." Are you? You steel yourself and continue. "I, ah... I just ended a relationship recently. That's all."

- Abbacchio frowns. "I'm sorry." He's silent for a bit, and you're stuck in an awkward little moment with him while he thinks of what to say. "I've been through it too, and I know how hard it is. You can talk to me about it, if you want. Maybe not right now, though - it's pretty late." He's right; it's long past midnight.

- "Alright. Thanks, Abbacchio. I really appreciate it." You quickly finish your coffe and gently set down the mug as you stand. "I should get back home. Thank you again. I would like to talk to you later, if it's okay."

- "Of course." He smiles - you're pretty sure that's the first time you've witnessed him do anything other than scowl. "I don't have good advice, but I'm more than willing to listen."

- You smile back. "Then yeah. I'll take you up on that." You open the door softly. "See you later, Abbacchio. Thanks for the coffee."

Fugo

- Sometimes, Bruno likes to call all of his team members to Libeccio just to share a meal. Today is one of those occasions, and you walk into the back room at the restaurant to find Fugo and Bruno engaged in what seems to be a highly intellectual conversation.

- "Yes, well, there's so many clauses that could apply to - oh, (Y/N)!" Fugo looks over at you and smiles. "Nice to see you."

- "You too." You take a seat next to him and grab the glass of water that's in front of you; there seems to be one for everyone. "Where is everyone? Am I early or something?"

- Fugo sighs. "No, everyone else is just late." You laugh a little under your breath at how seriously disappointed Fugo seems in his teammates; he's always been a bit of a perfectionist. "But whatever. How have you been?"

- Not great, to be honest. "Alright," you answer, quickly sipping your water. "My life's been pretty uneventful. You?"

- Fugo doesn't seem fully convinced by that answer, but he doesn't say anything about it. "The same. Nothing really happening. Bruno, though, is apparently horribly busy."

- Bruno laughs and shakes his head. "That's an overstatement and you know it. I've just been taking care of some paperwork."

- Slowly but surely, the rest of the gang arrives, and you all share a great lunch. Afterwards, you move to leave, but Fugo grabs your arm before you can walk out the door.

- "Hm? What's up?" You turn to him, eyebrows raised.

- "Are you doing anything right now?" he asks rather forwardly. He's not a very timid guy. "If you're not, I was wondering if you'd like to take a little walk, in that park down the street a ways."

- "A... A walk?" It's kind of a weird request, but you're honestly not doing anything. "Yeah, sure." Fugo smiles and leads you out the door towards the nice park.

- Luckily, it's a really nice day out today. It isn't too cool or too warm, and you're dressed perfectly for the occasion. After a short walk, the two of you reach the park. "I haven't been here in a long time," you comment. "Not since before I started working with Passione."

- "Really?" Fugo looks at you in mild disbelief. "That's funny. I come here once every couple weeks. It's nice for calming my nerves, especially after I have to hang around with those stupid assholes." Narancia and Mista had been being particularly dumb today, and Fugo got pretty upset over it. It's just how he is, and you're glad he has something that can brighten his spirits.

- "Do you want to talk?" You blink, looking over at Fugo. He isn't looking at you; instead, he's staring out ahead of him as he walks steadily forward. "I know there's something on your mind. Feel free to talk to me."

- "Oh. So you can read me that well, huh?" you ask, laughing a little. Fugo just nods. "Well... I guess. I've just had a lot on my mind lately."

- "Oh."

- He's not prying at all, and you can tell he'd be alright if you just left it at that, but for some reason you're compelled to continue. "I broke up with my partner. Not too long ago. It's been tough, trying to adjust and everything." You blurt everything out at once, and you're amazed by how good it feels; he's the first person you've told about this.

- "Shit, that's horrible." Fugo seems to realize that you're right next to a bench, so he pauses and sits down. You follow suit. "...I'm really sorry."

- You've never gotten the impression that Fugo's particularly good at talking about feelings, so it really means a lot to you that he's willing to try for this. "Don't apologize," you murmur. "It's not your fault."

- "I know, I just... Going through that must be really difficult." Very hesitantly, Fugo moves to take your hand, and you smile when you feel him do it. "You can tell me if you ever need anything. You're important to our team, (Y/N), and it won't do to have you upset." Realizing that that sounds a little impersonal, he pauses before speaking again. "That is, I want you to be happy."

- Fugo squeezes your hand and you smile a little wider. "Thanks. I will." Fugo's never been so genuine with you, and you're more than grateful. You know you've found the most wonderful group of people, who can help you get through just about anything.

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Hey Neighbor (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 3997 Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of death/loss

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Sam @buckyofthemyscira Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 1 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

A soft knock at pulls you away from the computer. Twisting your stiff head towards the door you smile, seeing Steve Rogers standing with a tray of coffee and a paper bag in hand marked with the logo of your favorite nearby restaurant.

“You’re a lifesaver!” you chuckled, though you meant every word as you invited Steve to sit at your desk for lunch.

Steve worked security for Stark Industries and you developed a close friendship in the years since you’ve been there. Though he was undeniably good looking, with the build of a Greek God and long lashes you were incredibly jealous of, you never saw Steve as anything other than the brother you never had.

At the time you met he was dating a girl from the building, Lillian Nguyen from accounting. You hadn’t seen much of her in person, just through the photos Steve showed you with adoration on his phone. When he began talking about looking for engagement rings you were thrilled but that excitement was replaced with anger and confusion when Steve found out Lillian was cheating on him.

He was extremely hurt and became guarded afterwards, not wanting to put himself out there again. His lack of socializing worked with your lack of a social life and on the rare occasion you had a moment free from school work Steve would often come over and hang out to binge watch shows you needed to catch up to on Netflix while you ate pizza.

The paper bag rustled as he pulled out a large sandwich, cup of soup and a salad, distributing napkins across the desk as he knows how much of a messy eater you can be. You grabbed the sandwich, tearing open the paper wrapping and sinking your teeth into it with a bite full of food too large for your mouth.

Steve laughed, as he stirred the broth of his soup. He’s witnessed you eating before, unapologetically shoveling food into your face especially when you were starving.

“You know the sandwich isn’t goin’ anywhere, right?” he joked.

Chewing a large mouthful, you grabbed a napkin to wipe the corner of your lips that you felt had a piece of food sticking to it.

“Steve,” you paused to take a sip of coffee, “I’m fucking starving. I ran out this morning and all I had here was a package of almonds that are not filling despite what you say.”

He asked the reason for your tardiness and you explained how you stayed at the cafe until closing to finish up your work, all because of your stupid neighbor.

“Have you tried talkin’ to him?”

You stared at Steve incredulously. “Haven’t gotten a chance. I gotta wait for the right moment. There’s no way I’m knocking on his door, not when he’s banging all of New York, who knows what I’d end up seeing.”

“D’ya want me to do it?”

It was in Steve’s nature to help and though you appreciated his offer you wanted to handle this yourself. You were the one that had to live next to the Music Man, it would be better to confront him alone.

“I understand,” he said, taking a swig from his water bottle. “You down to hang tonight?”

“Wish I could but before my time is sucked away by the next paper I really need to research where I could do my internship. I’m all registered for school but I need to submit the paperwork for where I’ll be doing my hours and I’m running out of time.”

“You should talk to my buddy Sam. Maybe he could get you in at the hospital.”

Sam was Steve’s friend from the gym. They’d work out together, turning everything into a friendly competition to see who could run faster or lift more. Sam was also a doctor in the emergency department of Metro-General so he might have connections. It was worth a shot so you asked Steve to text him. Still you planned on searching for more backups to be safe.

Before the hour was over Steve left to head back downstairs to the security desk and you continued your work for Ms. Hill. You had evolved to working closer with Ms. Hill, becoming more like an executive assistant to her and when necessary Ms. Potts.

In between coordinating a meeting your phone goes off with a text from Wanda, asking if she could see you over the weekend for brunch. Ironically, she ended up moving to the city after all. There was only so far she could go with her degree at home and with her mother’s blessing she came to New York to work for The Jewish Museum.

She lived in a trendy loft on Bleecker Street, decorated with her signature eclectic style. Woven rugs hung like tapestries on the wall, plants hanging down from macramé holders in front of the large windows. Her furniture was an odd mix of plush velvet tufted cushions and smooth leather arm chairs that somehow worked with the mid-century touches and industrial shelving.

Her apartment had more space which you envied, although you loved everything else about where you lived. The neighborhood was amazing, with great shops and a lot of different food options right at your doorstep. Everything was perfect, except your neighbor.

Responding to Wanda you let her know you could most likely make it depending on the workload you’d be getting from your Saturday class. You could not wait until that was over. Spending all day in a small, windowless room instead of enjoying the summer weekend made you miserable but you were close to the end, so, so close.

When the work day was over you went to meet Steve downstairs, walking over to the desk to say goodnight to the elderly security guard who’s been with the company since its inception.

“Any plans for the weekend Mr. Lee?”

The wiry white hairs that made up his mustache moved as he grinned. “Well, Joanie thinks my hair’s getting a bit long,” he smiled, running his fingers through his greyish-white strands. “She’ll have it trimmed before supper, I'm sure,” he laughed.

A smile graced your face whenever you listened to Mr. Lee, admiring the adoration he had for his wife. Steve has heard all of his stories more than once but he never tires of them either. Everyone loved Mr. Lee, especially Tony Stark, who continued to pay him a full time salary for the part time hours he worked.

The job was easy enough as he greeted visitors to Stark Industries, and signing them in to the building while Steve and some other employees did most of the security checks.

You and Steve bid Mr. Lee goodbye as you made your way to the subway. Steve didn’t live far from you and though he could have gotten off at a further stop he always walked with you to your building, partially to make sure you got home safely but also because he needed a distraction to get out of his head.

There were many times when you suggested he go out, not with the purpose of meeting someone but just to break up the monotony of his routine, but Steve lost his confidence after the breakup. For now, he didn’t want to be told what to do, he simply needed a friend and so you were there for him.

Wanda sat back against the chair beside the bistro table covered in shade. Her always changing hair color was light brown today, parting the silky strands perfectly down the middle. She was the definition of cool, despite the heat, wearing a loose scoop-necked tank top, slim ripped jeans and topped things off with a pair of motorcycle boots. Her neck was adorned with a few necklaces of varying lengths, one of which she never took off, a silver lightning bolt in honor of her late brother.

She and Pietro were twins with distinctly different personalities. Wanda was laid back, even as a child. She would actually stop to smell the roses that lined the garden of their backyard, whereas Pietro was always moving. He was an extraordinary multitasker that could not sit still.

Pietro had so many dreams, a full list of things he wanted to do in life but he was taken from the world too soon. Wanda wears the necklace as a reminder to live life to the fullest, knowing how quickly things can change.

Squeezing through the other tables to get to Wanda, you huff as you sit down and catch your breath, apologizing for being late.

“Wanda, I swear I’m going to kill him.”

“Who?”

“The fucking Music Man! I had to leave my own damn apartment again because of his stupid playing. Like, dude, could you not? You live in an apartment. Everyone hears you, everyone!”

Grabbing the glass of ice water you quickly drink most of it to soothe the dehydration of your mouth.

“And another thing, like does he not realize that we can all hear the girls he’s banging? Wanda, they’re so fucking loud. If they were still there right now I bet you could hear them from here.”

Wanda laughed at your accusation. “Oh, so they don’t stay the night? He’s a ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ kinda guy?”

“I guess! I hear them leave, whining at his door as they’re begging to stay over. It’s so pathetic. What’s so great about this guy anyway?” you scoffed. “I wish he never moved here!”

With a final humph you opened the menu, your anger dissipating as you read the descriptions for everything you wanted, mouth salivating as you tried to decide what to choose. Wanda opted for the frittata while you decided to take out your frustrations on yourself with delicious Challah French Toast.

Wanda’s eyes widened as she watched you drown your meal in syrup. You hummed in satisfaction as you took a bite.

“Hmm, it’s not as good as the kind your mom makes,” you said.

Wanda laughed, “Uh, yeah, because she never used a whole bottle of syrup. Geez Y/N can you taste anything other than sugar?”

“Shush Wan, let me enjoy myself here.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head at you. “Well, anyway, I wanted to tell you something exciting...” she sang, grinning widely. “Director Coulson asked me to curate an exhibit on prejudice told through Romani-Jewish art!”

“Wanda this is perfect! I’m so happy for you!” you beamed, getting up from your chair to wrap your arms around her in a proud hug.

“I know! I’m so excited. Mom’s gonna come up for the opening. I mean that’s a long time from now but fuck, I can’t wait!”

After finishing brunch you went back home to begin working on your final. It was a research paper that was worth half of your grade so you really needed to concentrate. And yet the moment the elevator doors opened to your floor you heard it, the sound of music flooding the halls coming from none other than the apartment next to yours.

Jamming your keys into the door with frustration you grunted, grabbing all the things you needed to do your work at the cafe. Your foot tapped impatiently as you waited for the elevator again. With your arms crossed over your chest you could feel your blood boiling beneath your skin, beating to the stupid rhythm of the stupid song that your stupid, inconsiderate neighbor wouldn’t stop playing.

The elevator dinged before the doors opened and you were like a bull, grunting and blowing puffs of air from your flaring nostrils as you were ready to charge into it. As the doors opened you stopped yourself from barreling into your neighbors that were inside.

“Whoa, Y/N!” Clint said, raising his hands up defensively, “Easy there.”

Clint lived on the floor above you along with his fiancée Natasha, whose arms were looped through his.

“Sorry guys,” you apologized. “Oh, wait.” Making your right hand into a fist you ran it across your chest in a few circular motions.

“Someone’s been practicing,” Natasha chimed in, signing her words along as she spoke to you.

Clint was partially deaf and though he used hearing aids he often signed, especially when he didn’t feel like talking to people, although you were one of the lucky ones he considered a friend. Still, you wanted to be able to communicate with him, even if he didn’t want to actually speak.

Clint was a history teacher who already tried to get you into his school for your internship but doubted you would be brought on board. There were apparently a lot of issues going on with the principal and Natasha surmised there was a big lawsuit in the works.

Natasha was an attorney, hoping to make partner at her current firm Nelson & Murdock. Clint never failed to praise her, nicknaming Natasha the Black Widow as he claimed watching her dismantle a witness was like watching a spider sink its venomous fangs into its prey.

“Where’re you guys off to?” you asked.

“Just going out for some ice cream,” she replied.

Clint laughed. “Some ice cream? No, I’m going out to eat a lot of ice cream,” he chuckled, rubbing his eager stomach.

Natasha poked the small protrusion of his belly through his shirt. “Listen buddy, we’ve got a wedding to plan. Easy on the ice cream.” Natasha brought her full lips to his for a kiss they both smiled through, knowing she was teasing him.

“What about you Y/N?” Clint asked.

The elevator doors opened and you walked out with them, explaining how frustrating it’s been that you’ve had to leave for the cafe to do your work all because of the new neighbor.

“Oh the Guitar Hero?” Clint joked. “Yeah, we can hear him too. Well, actually…” he drifted off smirking.

“Clint takes his hearing aids out so no, he doesn’t hear him,” Natasha filled in the information that had you bursting out with laughter.

“Can you hear the women too?” you wondered, considering their apartment was right above his.

“Yeah, kind of, that’s more muffled though. It’s probably a lot worse for you.” Natasha grimaced, catching the way she didn’t mean the words to come out.

It was true though, sharing a wall with the man that made your string lights bounce with every thrust. The sound was bad enough and thankfully your headphones helped with that but every night you had to shut your eyes, hoping you would fall asleep before he was through with them.

You had to give it to the guy though, the man had stamina. Still, you wanted to kill him. At least you were friends with a lawyer...

The next few days have the same result, with you coming home dead tired from work, hoping you’d be able to stay home to work on your final to no avail. You tried using the headphones in your apartment but it didn’t help. The sound was mostly blocked out but your mind couldn’t focus on anything but the anger you held towards the neighbor, knowing he was playing that same song over and over again.

You might as well live in the cafe since you’ve practically paid them your rent in coffee and pastries over the last month. You were burning out quickly and Steve decided you needed a break, bringing over pizza and beer.

Opening up the box, you smiled, staring at the bubbling cheese.

“Ahh, pizza, my one true love,” you said, plating slices for you and Steve.

Your small table was always covered in textbooks, mail and other paperwork you needed to tend to, so you and Steve took your usual spots on the couch.

After working at Stark Industries for a few months you made enough money that allowed you to finally buy much needed furniture. You adored your light grey couch, adorned with blush colored throw pillows. You threw the fuzzy white blanket over the side of the couch, not serving much purpose during the summer months other than to look like it was naturally left on the cushion in a perfectly styled manner for display.

Pushing aside the candlesticks that sat on your coffee table, you set down actual coasters for the bottles Steve opened, not wanting to ruin the veneer of the grey wood top of your rustic coffee table. A small accent rug helped define the space you declared as the living room, despite having your bed within arm’s reach beside you.

Against the brick wall is your TV, sitting atop a modern white stand with shelves for storage you’ve packed to the brim. Beside it, a large antique floor mirror leans against the brick. It was as tall as Steve who helped bring it to your apartment after you found it at a flea market. However, the thing you cherished most was the artwork of the Brooklyn Bridge that hung above your couch, painted by Steve as a gift to you.

“So,” he said, chewing quickly to swallow the food in his mouth. “I talked to Sam. He said it would be cool for you to call him about the internship.”

“Oh yeah. You really think he could help or is this just a rouse to give him my number?” you half-joked.

Steve laughed deeply, wiping away a bit of oil the pizza leaked onto his chin. “Nah, it’s definitely about the internship but I wouldn’t put it past Sam if he tried to take you out. Lord knows he’s been on my case about it with you since I met ‘im.”

“Does he not think guys and girls can have a friendship without romance involved?”

“I can’t speak for him… probably not though.”

You laughed before getting up for another slice. You hoped Sam would be able to help with the internship, no strings attached. He didn’t seem like that type of guy anyway, and all of Steve’s friends were good people so you weren’t worried.

As the Music Man began his one man band you had to gradually increase the volume of your television; your anger rising with every click of the remote. It was no longer enjoyable to watch the action movie you and Steve put on, having to raise the volume for higher to hear the dialogue and scramble to lower the blasting noise of car screeching and explosions. When you couldn’t take it anymore you called it a night.

“Guess you haven’t spoken to him?” Steve asked the question he clearly knew the answer to.

“Soon,” you said hopefully, not knowing when the day might come.

As the sun began to rise on the early Saturday morning you were getting ready for class. With your closet open you debated on what to wear when you heard a voice from the other side of the wall.

“Hi ma… Things are good… and Dad…”

He must have been walking around the apartment as you heard most of the words.

“I know…Leaving now…”

You heard the undoing of his locks and the front door creaking open. Shit! Your first moment to speak to the Music Man alone and you’re standing in your underwear. There’s definitely no way you would approach him now. Instead you raced to the door to try and catch a glimpse of what he looked like but it was too late.

Huffing in frustration you continued to get dressed and within fifteen minutes you were ready to leave. The elevator dinged as you shut your door, inserting your key to turn the deadbolt, unaware of the form that was moving closer towards you, not until you heard the whistling of a familiar tune.

Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, as if that tune was part of a psychological experiment, like Pavlov’s dog but instead of salivating you wanted to punch something.

“Hey neighbor.”

The soft voice of the Music Man broke you from your vision of punching through your shared wall and destroying his instruments. With a calming inhale you turned around to face him.

“I’m Bucky.”

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. The breath was stolen from your lungs as you stared directly into the kindest, bluest eyes you had ever seen. All the anger left your body, replaced by the softness of his pink lips that reminded you of flowers in full bloom.

He was tall and lean, but your eyes did not miss the bulge of his biceps that showed through his cotton t-shirt. In his hand was a coffee cup, gripped under his long fingers. His hair was dark and pulled back into a low sloppy bun, with a loose piece falling beside his smile.

His hand was extended towards you and you weren’t sure how long it had been. It felt like you were staring at him for hours, or was it only seconds. Did time really stop moving the moment you finally saw him? You broke yourself out of your trance to shake his hand and introduce yourself.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. I just moved in. Well not just, but not long ago,” Bucky said.

Yeah I know. I hear you every night. You remembered your frustration and tried to assemble the sentence in your head of how to confront him.

“You ever get coffee from the place on the corner?” he asked, gesturing to the cup in his hand. “The line was crazy long but worth it, it’s delicious.”

“Yeah, once or twice but I’m usually at the Grind House. They’re open late and that’s where I have to go to study because… uh…” you stammered for a moment, “...your guitar playing is too distracting.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, wondering why you felt uncomfortable when he was the one who was being a bad neighbor.

Bucky’s face dropped with guilt. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

“It’s alright,” you lied, not knowing why you said that. Pulling more confidence out of midair you continued, “It’s just that the walls are so thin and I’m in school, well I work full time too, but I’ve just got a lot on my plate and honestly I’m not sure how much longer I can afford the coffee shop every night.”

You chuckled to lighten up the conversation, continuing to ramble before giving him a chance to speak. “So, um, if you wouldn’t mind, maybe you could practice during the day instead or weekends are mostly fine. I’m actually heading to class now so I’ll be gone all day.” Great, give him your whole schedule why don’t you.

With nerves getting the better of you, you turned on your heel quickly saying it was nice to meet him. Briskly making your way towards the elevator you pressed the button furiously in hopes it would get to your floor faster.

Once inside you let out a big sigh and waved your hand in front of your slightly sweaty, heated face. Bucky seemed like he genuinely wasn’t aware of the noise he was making, and the way you passive aggressively called him out on it made you feel like shit.

But what was worse was knowing there was a face, a drop dead gorgeous face that is responsible for making the women of New York scream in ecstasy every night. It was going to be very difficult to concentrate in class today.

Getting home later that afternoon you were anxious to make something to eat, but more anxious about Bucky, hoping you wouldn’t run into him again. As you opened your door your foot slid on something and as you looked down you saw a small envelope with your name written on it.

Inside was a $50 gift card to The Grind House with a little note. I’m truly sorry about the noise. –Bucky

Your mouth opened in shock at the realization that Bucky did this nice gesture for you, and worse, you were going to have to thank him.

PART 3

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Yoshino Chiaki no Baai Vol. 2 Ch.3 Translation

Creators: Miyako Fujisaki, Nakamura Shungiku | Translation: Taz

Chapter 3

I wonder what he’s been up to these days. It was close to sundown, so Hatori was probably working. Yoshino was enjoying his dinner with Yuu, but no matter what he did to distract himself, all he could think about was Hatori. I want to eat Hatori’s hamburgers. “This was more delicious than I thought it’d be.” “Ye- yeah. You’re right.” He came here to relax, so it was silly to trouble himself thinking about unnecessary things. In the middle of his thoughts he was interrupted when a cake was brought into the room “This is a Japanese hotel, but they bring cake for dessert?” Although it was small, it was also whole. Yoshino wondered what was going on as he looked down at the cake; there was a nameplate that read “Happy Birthday”. “I hear that today is your birthday, and this hotel offers small gifts for such an occasion.” said the hostess, and she set down fruit champagne as well. Oh yeah, today is my birthday. Yoshino completely forgot, but it seemed like Yanase didn’t. “I had this prepared in secret; I bet you’re surprised.” Before coming to appreciate how Yanase had prepared all of this for him, Yoshino remembered his last conversation with Hatori. ‘So you do know what day that is, the day you’re going to go?’ Hatori said. He was probably referring to Yoshino’s birthday; Since he brought it up, he must have prepared something as well. This is my first birthday since we started dating. Come to think of it, Hatori had given him something for his birthday every year; If Yoshino was looking for out-of-print comics, Hatori would find a way to buy them for him. If he ran out of drawing supplies, Hatori bought more for him. Although these presents weren’t romantic, each of them always had a lot of thought put into them. He never thought too much about it then and always went along with it when Hatori would say he only happened to find those things, but now Yoshino knew there was more to it than that. Even when he asked Hatori to bring him materials that he knew weren’t easy to come by, Hatori brought them for him anyway. Ultimately there were times when Yoshino treated Hatori out for fast food back in high school, but ever since debuting in manga he was always busy chasing deadlines, and Hatori’s birthday wasn’t something he kept track of. What’s there to like about someone as inconsiderate as me? He reasoned. His actions were inconsiderate and even somewhat rude; If he apologized to Hatori he would only be doing so to save his own conscience. He bit his lip at that thought. “You’re bored if Hatori isn’t around, huh?” “Eh?” Yanase’s sudden question startled him. “You’re thinking ‘I wish he was here’, aren’t you, Chiaki?” “What are you talking about?! Of course not! I’m actually glad that he’s not here; if he were, he would just lecture me again. I swear that guy is always on my back-- it’s so annoying!” His relationship with Hatori was still a secret to Yanase, so he quickly covered it up. Hearing this, Yanase gave Yoshino an uncertain smile. “Well, that’s his job, I guess.” “Ye- yeah, that’s why I don’t want to see him on my day off,” he laughed. Yanase probably wasn’t thinking too deeply about it because he didn’t ask Yoshino any further. I’m nervous. Sometimes he was worried that Yanase could see right through him; He was often very nervous, especially when he was hiding something. Yanase stared at Yoshino, but his expression changed rather suddenly. “How about we go to the hot springs after you’re done eating? I hear you can get a good shoulder massage here.” “Oh, okay.” “I don’t like sweets, so you can have the whole cake. I’ll take the champagne instead; You can’t handle wine anyway, right?” Yanase reached for the cold bottle and started chugging it down. *** “Now that’s how a bath should be!” When they returned to their room, Yoshino gulped down his fruit milk. “You sure like that drink. That’s your second one.” “What’s wrong with that? I couldn’t decide if I wanted coffee milk or something else.” “You’re like a kid,” said Yanase, drinking a can of beer. “Shut up. Weren’t the hot springs great, though? Let’s go again tomorrow morning.” “If you wake up early.” The baths here were outdoors and the mist was very beautiful; The temperature of the water was perfect, too, and it helped to relax his tense muscles. If only I had a massage today. He sighed to himself. He reminded himself to check in with his personal chiropractor after this trip, and Yanase jumped back in after his next beer. “Oh yeah. You said you’d let me draw you nude, so let’s do it now.” “What are you saying, you idiot? Besides, I never said that!” “Don’t be so stubborn.” “You’re drunk, aren’t you?” It was rare for him not to know whether Yanase was serious or not. “I wouldn’t say I am.” “Well, you don’t even have your drawing supplies.” Yanase smugly searched through his bag and pulled out his art materials. “I brought them with me. I make sure to take this when I travel.” “What?!” “I draw scenery and stuff. I use it like a camera. Anyway, get undressed.” So Yanase was serious. “I’m not getting naked!” “I’m not telling you to take off your underwear. You know, it would be nice if you did things for me every once in a while,” Yanase said. It was hard for Yoshino to refuse that. After hesitating, he made a proposal. “Fine, but only my upper body.” “Okay, that’s fine.” He reluctantly pulled his arms from the sleeves of his yukata. When they were at the hot springs together he hadn’t been embarrassed, but now he felt self-conscious. “Sit over there then.” “Ok-kay.” Yoshino sat cross-legged on the chair in the middle of the veranda, giving his friend a questioning look. “I don’t exactly look very fun to draw, but you still draw me so much. Isn’t it boring? You could make an art portfolio out of me at this point.” “It’s not boring. I love you, Chiaki.” “Huh?!” Yoshino looked at him in shock, but Yanase was not perturbed and continued drawing, his expression unchanged. “I love your bone structure.” Yoshino’s heartbeat slowed down a little. Oh I see. He just likes me to be his model. “Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course, my bones. Hahaha…” Heart still trembling, he hid his nervousness by laughing it off. “Yeah, your bones as well.” Yanase looked up from his sketchbook. “So wait, are you actually saying that you love me?” he asked jokingly, but Yanase only stared at him silently. Wha- what’s with this atmosphere?! Having a bad feeling about this, Yoshino slowly put his yukata back on.“I’m- I’m thirsty. I’m gonna go buy something to drink. Do you want something too, Yuu?” “You just drank milk. Stay still for a bit,” Yanase said as he moved towards Yoshino. That very moment, Yoshino felt a chill. He sensed something strange and tried to get up, but Yanase grabbed the chair armrests and faced him so he couldn’t move. “Wha- what?!” “You asked me if I liked anyone. Do you still want to know? I’ll tell you if you do,” Yanase asked, egging on Yoshino’s raging anxiety. I have to play it cool no matter what he says! Intuitively he knew that it was better not to know, but it would be strange to say that now when he had been so curious about it before. Surely Yanase’s suggestive behavior was all an act and he was only teasing Yoshino. I’m gonna ask casually, just casually, he told himself, but when he was about to open his mouth his cellphone rang. I’m- I’m saved! Thank god! “The phone! I need to see who it is,” Yoshino blurted, shoving Yanase out of the way. When he answered, it was Hatori on the other end. “It’s me. Is now a good time?” It’s Tori of all people! God hates me… “Yeah, it’s fine. Oh wait, my signal isn’t very good. Hold on, I’m gonna go somewhere to fix it.” After making up this excuse, Yoshino covered the mouthpiece and told Yanase he would step out onto the courtyard veranda for a bit. He wanted to be away from the awkward atmosphere in that room; He put on a pair of wooden clogs and clip-clopped across the stone steps. Only when he arrived at the gazebo did he press his phone back to his ear.

“Hey, Yoshino? Are you really okay?” “Ye- yeah. I’m okay. Um, is something up?” he asked nervously. “I wouldn’t call you for nothing. I looked over the storyboard corrections; I don’t think there are any problems with it for the most part, just one or two lines that I want you to fix. I sent you a fax of the corrections I made.” “Got it. Oh, is the extra illustration alright?” “Yeah, it’s good.” They were only talking about work, but he was still relieved that they could interact like usual. Now Hatori grew silent; He was still on the line with Yoshino, but it was quiet on his side. “Tori?” “I’m sorry.” Hatori interrupted his worry. “About?” Hatori seemed uneasy, probably thinking that Yoshino was still mad at him. “Sorry I behaved so childishly the other day.” “No- no, it’s okay.” Yoshino was going to add that he wasn’t angry but held his tongue. He certainly had been angry, but that was only because he didn’t understand Hatori’s feelings. Even now he wouldn’t say that he understood, but he did realize that he’d been in the wrong. I made Tori apologize before me again...Why is he so nice to me? “Are you still angry?” “No, that’s not it.” There were many things he wanted to ask but he couldn’t put them into words; Since Yoshino was faltering, Hatori misinterpreted this as him being offended again and ended the conversation. “This is all I have to say. I’m sorry I disturbed you.” “Ah, um-” “Happy birthday, Yoshino.” Hatori finished with that before hanging up. “Wai-! Hey! Tori?!” He tried to stop him, but the connection was already cut. Maybe the reason he called me was to tell me that? Thinking about it, hre realized that the storyboard conversation could have waited until the next day. Besides, Hatori faxed the corrections to Yoshino’s house anyway so there was no need to call him about it. He made the phone call seem like it was about work and yet added that birthday wish in the end. Yoshino fretted; now he really wanted to see Hatori. Unable to stand it any longer, he returned to the room and began changing clothes. Seeing this, Yanase shot him a questioning look. “Yoshino? Did something happen?” “Sorry, um, something came up. I have to go to my parent’s house,” Yoshino quickly packed his things. Even he knew that what he was doing was selfish, but he couldn’t hold down the urge. “Right now? Can’t you go in the morning?” “No, I have to go now. Sorry I’m being so selfish. I’ll make it up to you!” With that, Yoshino dashed out of the hotel, leaving Yanase alone. *** He took a taxi from the train station and somehow made it back home before the day was done. Yoshino’s feet moved quickly on their own accord and before he knew it he was running. When he reached Hatori’s place, he pressed the intercom button with force. Hatori’s voice was suspicious over the speaker. “Yes? Who is this?” “Ah, um, it’s me.” “Yoshino?!” Noticing Hatori’s surprise, Yoshino then heard a harsh rattling sound. It seemed that Hatori dropped the intercom receiver. After more bustling from inside, the front door opened and Hatori appeared in sweats and a t-shirt, probably already prepared for bed. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the hot springs?” “Yeah, but I came back.” “Did something happen?!” If he told him about the incident with Yanase, he felt like things would get complicated, so he decided to keep quiet about it. “No- no, that’s not it. I just wanted to see your face.” “…Huh?” “Ah! I mean, I wanted to get started on work! I mistook your place for my place!” He blurted. Unable to hide his flushed cheeks, Yoshino turned on his heel and readied to leave, but Hatori grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Say that again.” “Whi- which part?” There was no way he could say that again. As Yoshino pretended to play innocent, Hatori revised his question. “Did you really want to see me?” “Oh, did I say that?!” “I understand. It’s already late, so stay over tonight. Work can wait until tomorrow, right?” Hatori gently insisted, and Yoshino obediently followed him inside. “Okay.” He felt nervous and the atmosphere felt tense, even though Hatori’s place was somewhere he could always call his second home. He watched Hatori’s back as he slowly took off his coat. This is really awkward. Perhaps to break this atmosphere, Hatori called out to him like his usual. “You were at the hot springs, right? Did you eat?” “Ye- yeah. I ate and took a bath.” “Just a beer then? I think I have some snacks somewhere.” Hatori peered into the fridge, muttering to himself. Yoshino finally gathered up his courage. “Um!” “Yeah?” Hatori turned, holding two cans of beer and snacks. Yoshino flinched when Hatori looked his way. “I forgot that today is my birthday.” Hatori’s eyes widened at this and he let out a small smile. “Idiot, that’s why you came back?” “Do- don’t call me an idiot! I know this is my fault, I’m sorry if you were planning something for us.” “You don’t need to apologize. You being here is enough.” “…!” Yoshino’s heart skipped a beat with Hatori looking at him so lovingly. Okay, why is my heart pounding now for someone I’ve known for over twenty years?! Hatori placed the snacks and beer on the kitchen counter and took out a cardboard box. Yoshino let his curiosity get the better of him. “What’s that?” “A present. I didn’t know what to get you, but I thought something practical would be best. I’m glad I can give this to you today.” Hatori held the box out in front of him. Yoshino didn’t think Hatori would prepare him a present, so he was touched. He took the gift excitedly and found that it was very heavy. “Thank you. It’s a bit heavy…” Naturally, his curiosity grew with the weight of it. I wonder what Tori is giving me? Yoshino sat down on the sofa to peel it all open and look inside. He raised a questioning eyebrow at the contents within. “…What’s this?” “It’s manuscript paper. With all these supplies you won’t ever run out; Now you can draw as much as you want.” “Hey! You thought I’d be happy with this? You’re supposed to give a more romantic present on my birthday!” Although he was happy to receive something practical, it was kind of cold for a present. Forgetting his manners, Yoshino complained about it and Hatori asked him another question. “What then?” “I- I don’t know, but definitely not this.” He hadn’t been thinking of what would be considered romantic when he’d blurted that out. The girls in my manga usually get some sort of accessory on their birthdays, but I’m not a girl. As Yoshino racked his brain, Hatori took Yoshino’s hand and brought it to his mouth. “To- Tori?” Hatori kissed his palm. “Then I’ll give you myself.” “Wha- what you are saying? You’re embarrassing yourself by saying something like that!” Yoshino flustered as his face turned red. I seriously can’t believe this. How can he say that with a straight face? “If you don’t want me, that’s fine too.” “Wh- who said anything about not wanting you?” He attempted to hide his embarrassment and grabbed Hatori’s hand before he could pull it away. Uwa, I just did something really embarrassing, didn’t I? He didn’t let go of Hatori’s hand; he couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Yoshino,” Hatori hit him lightly on the forehead. From this distance he felt Hatori’s breath and his heartbeat increased. Hatori gently grabbed at his hand and all Yoshino could feel was how sweaty his own hand was from being so nervous. Hatori lifted Yoshino’s chin with his other hand, and the moment their eyes met Hatori kissed him on the lips. “Mm…” Hatori lightly bit Yoshino’s lower lip and earned a soft gasp in response. Hatori took the opportunity to slip his tongue between his lips; He wasn’t being rough in the least and Yoshino began to relax. As they stood in this unnatural position he wondered if he should wrap his hands around Hatori’s back, but Hatori broke the kiss apart too soon. “I can’t resist today.” “Is- is that something to complain about?” “Well, no? Are you saying you also want to do it?” “Yea- yeah, so shut up already!” “Ow.” Yoshino hit Hatori on the head and flushed when Hatori laughed to himself.

“Tori…?” Just when Yoshino was about to ask what was wrong, Hatori muttered, “You smell different.” “Hm? That’s because I used the hotel’s shampoo.” “Did you take a bath with him?” “Eh? Well, it’s a public bath so- wha-!” Hatori clasped the back of Yoshino’s neck and pushed him down on the sofa. “What are you doing?” “From now one, don’t ever let anyone see you naked.” Hatori looked scary staring him down like this; he clearly wasn’t joking. “That would mean I can never go to the hot springs!” “Who cares about that? I was going to be gentle with you today, but now I won’t.” “Huh?!” “This will be your punishment,” Hatori said, holding both of Yoshino’s hands together above his head. “Wh- what do you mean when you say punishment?!” Yoshino glared. He had no idea what Hatori was thinking, but the grasp his lover had on him was becoming painful. “Telling you would take the fun out of it, right?” “There’s nothing fun about it! Mm- nnh-!” Hatori couldn’t control the way he was kissing Yoshino; He was ruthless with Yoshino’s lips and became quick to slip his tongue between them. Being intertwined like this sent a sweet chill throughout Yoshino’s body. “Hh…nn- mmh-!” Hatori’s hands traced Yoshino’s body down from his waist to his crotch, rubbing lewdly between his thighs. Yoshino was beginning to feel cramped beneath his clothing, but with them kissing like this it was close to impossible to get any words out. Hatori seemed to notice his struggle and slipped his hand into Yoshino’s boxers, stroking him with vigor. “Nn, ngh- mm…!” Yoshino’s hips rutted upwards into Hatori’s ruthless hand. He felt wet from his own precum, and thinking of Hatori’s hand slick with it enticed Yoshino even more. “Haa, ah- ahh…” Pulling away from their kiss, Hatori’s hand continued at it’s same, fluid pace. He knew from experience how fast Yoshino liked to be rubbed and picked up speed. With his mouth free, Yoshino couldn’t hold back his desperate moans; He tried to put up with it, but his body was already numb with ecstasy. Yoshino threw his neck back and Hatori sucked at the skin there, stimulating him impossibly further. “Aah- ah! Hh- no more!” Just when he was about to come, Hatori stopped the urge with a harsh squeeze. “No- why-?!” “I told you this was punishment, right? I’ll let you come when you behave.” “Huh?! Don’t screw with- Hha-!” Hatori lubricated a hand and rolled Yoshino’s shirt up to spread the gel over his abdomen. Yoshino swallowed at the feeling before Hatori pulled his underwear all the way off. He spread both of Yoshino’s bare legs open and smeared lubricant between them. “Ngh-!” “I don’t want anyone to see you, but I can tolerate you going to the hot springs. Just don’t let Yanase see you naked. Promise that you won’t go out with him anymore if it’s just the two of you alone.” “Haa- Why?” “Cause I’m jealous, okay? You draw romance, you should know this.” “I should know this? Ah-!” He was going to glare, but Hatori rubbed a finger inside of him, causing Yoshino to arch his back. His lip quivered at the foreign sensation, but Hatori paid him no mind and pushed further inside. Why do I have to go through this? He tried to remove Hatori’s hands, but he had no power in his fingers. “Let go- Ah, ngh-!” Hatori’s finger curled, pressing on Yoshino’s soft insides and pulling in and out, all while stroking Yoshino from the front and holding back his climax each time. “It’s simple; Just promise me.” “No, please-!” “Hate it all you want, we can stay like this forever,” Hatori said, moving faster as his grip on Yoshino tightened. “Ah, no- It hurts, stop!” Yoshino felt like he was losing his mind when Hatori added a second finger. “Then swear right now.” “I swear…! I promise, so-” He nodded, unable to think properly; The tears in his eyes reached their limit, one slipping down as he begged. “Really?” “Really, so ple-please- I want to come!” “Okay. I’ll let you come as much as you want.” Finally when Hatori released him, Yoshino’s legs were pushed up to his chest and he felt Hatori’s own erection press against him. He barely had time to register how fast it was happening before Hatori pushed inside. “Ngh-!” Yoshino came as soon as Hatori sheathed himself fully inside, and his mind went blank as he saw lights behind his eyelids; Hatori mercilessly pounded against Yoshino’s hips, trembling sweetly with the effects of his climax. Yoshino could feel Hatori deep inside of him, convulsing with Hatori’s movements; he knew himself how tight he was but couldn’t control it. Pain engraved into him, but his pleasure exceeded it and he sighed lovingly with each thrust. Even though he just came, Yoshino felt himself getting aroused again. Hatori continued fucking him through it, purposely avoiding his prostate. It was hard for Yoshino to express how he felt about this so he tried to move his hips himself. “Ngh, ugh- ah! Hah-!” “What’s gotten into you? You’re so forward today, moving all on your own.” “Ah! Ca- cause…you’re…” “‘I’m’ what? I’ll do anything if you tell me how you want it.” “…!” There was no way he could say that; He was feeling extremely scatterbrained, but he still had some reason left in him. It’s not like it wasn’t embarrassing to move on his own, but it was much better than having to say it out loud. “There’s no need to be embarrassed by now, right? Your body is much more honest than you are.” Chucking, Hatori let his hips go wild. He bore right into Yoshino’s prostate and Yoshino tightened around him again. “Haa! Ah- I’m gonna come again!” Each of his words were punctuated with Hatori’s thrusts. “It’s fine, I told you I’ll let you come as much as you want.” “Ngh-! Tori, you too…” “Yeah, I’m almost at my limit.” Hatori greatly increased his speed as soon as he said that. Yoshino tightly grabbed Hatori by the neck, feeling as though he was going to be thrown off due to the vigorous movements. He panted heavily and Hatori planted a kiss on his lips. Hatori pushed impossible deeper and Yoshino clenched tightly around him, urging him to come. At the feeling of Hatori spilling hotly into him, his own body flinched with his second orgasm.

“...Chiaki,” Hatori held him and kissed him soothingly, Yoshino slowly closing his eyes. *** “Ow, ow, ow…” Yoshino hardly exercised so his entire body was worn out; for quite some time now, Hatori had been giving him a massage. “Geez, you could’ve been more gentle, you know.” “What are you talking about? I tried to stop but you were the one who kept saying you wanted more.” “Who said something like that?! Ow, ow!” Hatori was putting the right pressure into Yoshino’s muscles and it felt extremely good, even despite the pain from being so stiff. Hatori only did this every once in a while, but the next day he always felt like he’d been born again. As Hatori massaged Yoshino’s shoulder blades, he reminded Yoshino about the promise he made earlier. “You didn’t forget, right?” “You’re so stubborn. I always keep my word!” “And yet you always miss deadlines.” “That’s different!” It wasn’t like he completed his manuscripts late on purpose. I probably shouldn’t be alone with Yuu for a while. He was uneasy remembering the incident at the hot springs; Yanase had probably been a little drunk, but it was still scary. What was that all about? I think I kind of understand why Tori is so weird around him. “…Tori.” “Hm?” “Let’s go on a trip together next time.” “…” At Yoshino’s statement, Hatori stopped for a moment. Yoshino wasn’t expecting this reaction and pouted. “What? You don’t want to?” “No, that’s not it. I’m just a little surprised. You want to go with me?” “Yeah, I want to go with you.” “Maybe so. I hope we can go someday.” “Not just ‘I hope’! We’ll definitely go! It’s a promise, okay?” “Alright, alright, it’s a promise. Now are you tired? It’s fine if you need to go to sleep.” “I’m alright…” Yoshino couldn’t keep his eyes open even as he slurred this. “Good night.” Hatori’s words were his last memory for the night.

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writerpeach · 4 years

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Breakfast

Dreamcatcher x Male Reader

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It had been forever since you woke up feeling so rested. The sun shined bright as you opened your sleepy eyes and felt a comforting weight nestled on top of you, the slender body of your cute office assistant, Kim Yoohyeon. The soft sheets still smelled like sex, and piles of clothes still splayed everywhere as evidence.

Yoohyeon flashed a sweet smile as she planted soft, delicate kisses on your bare chest. She had awakened before you and was energetic as ever.

"Good morning, sir," she said with her soft candy voice. She liked to throw that title around during your more...private times. She knew it drove you wild, using it sporadically enough that each time the word left her lips had an impact. You had taken Yoohyeon home straight after work, as you had before on several occasions, and waking up to her beautiful face was the best way to start the day.

"Good morning, Yoohyeon," you said, still half-asleep.

"What's on the schedule today, boss?" she asked, full of energy and spirit.

"Isn't that your job?" you asked with a cheeky smile.

"Not in the bedroom. As your assistant, my job is to assist draining your balls."

"Well you should get to work then."

"Yes, sir." She gave a playful smile and threw the covers off your body, eyes drawn to your morning erection.

"Seems like I'm not the only one who's an early riser." She shyly smiled and took your cock wrapped her slender fingers tight around it, applying a subtle pressure and jerking you off up and down slowly as you dribbled pre-cum all over.

"I do love a good breakfast in bed."

Yoohyeon couldn't take her eyes off your hard cock as she covered your shaft in soft kisses across every inch. She gave your cock a few long, delicate licks from base to tip before her wet satisfying tongue found your sensitive tip and swirled around its swollenness, coating the surface and lapping up every leaking drop.

She gazed seductively into your eyes like she was staring into your soul. You watched her puckered lips parting with your shaft and wrapped tight around it, feeling like hot wet silk as she took you inside the comforting warmth of her mouth.

You moaned right away at the softness of her lips effortlessly gliding up and down your shaft, sucking slowly with hollowed cheeks as her tongue joined the fun and played with the underside of your needy shaft.

"Fuck, that feels so good, Yoohyeon."

A morning blowjob was the second-best way to start the day.

Yoohyeon dictated the pace, keeping it slow which allowed you to experience the pleasure gradually building as her warm soft lips worked your cock delicately, giving you a nice sensual blowjob that made you moan with every movement of her magical lips.

"This is definitely the best breakfast."

She was no stranger to blowjobs, most of them given under your office desk or in a nearby closet, Yoohyeon knew the best ways to please you, and given the privacy of your apartment she used it to her full advantage.

The sharp pleasure intoxicated you while the mess of silver hair between your legs bobbed up and down, her full lips sucked as much of your cock that was willing to fit in her tight wet mouth as her beautiful lustful eyes kept their attention on you.

Yoohyeon gave one more last slurp of your shaft, sucking from base to tip as she released your cock from her mouth with a pop, letting it plop against your stomach. She grinned as she dragged her tongue against the tip of your shaft down to the bottom of your swollen sack, lathering each of your sensitive balls and made your morning even better.

You groaned loud at the abruptness of her hot breath on your balls, as she gave them special attention as her wet lips latched to them one at a time, delicately sucking and slathering them in her warm saliva. Yoohyeon enjoyed every second, and even more so enjoyed your loud pleased moans as she tenderly sucked and licked your sack, resting her hands on your thighs as you felt constant wetness as her wonderful warm mouth slobbered all over your full balls.

You felt every bit of her mouth as she messily slurped on your balls, making sure to please each equally as she sucked harshly as she could before releasing them, satisfied with the performance she had just given and the bliss etched along your face.

Yoohyeon peppered your abdomen in kisses, leaving the warmth of her lips on your skin before she got up to a sitting position and straddled your waist.

"What was it you wanted to do to me last night?" Yoohyeon asked with a cute tilt of her head, caressing your chest with her hands.

"I don't remember. Refresh my memory?" you grinned, knowing damn well what you said, but wanting her to repeat it.

"I believe it was...I promise to pound your tight little ass until you can't walk straight."

"That sounds like something I'd say."

"You better not break your promise then."

"I would never. Bring that ass over here."

"Yes, sir!"

Yoohyeon eagerly stood and pivoted her body around, letting you steal a quick glance at every inch of her pale naked body. Neither of you hadn't bothered to put on clothes, they were just going to get torn off again.

"It's time for you to have a little breakfast in bed of your own."

Your eyes scanned her backside as she faced away from you, drooling over her long legs, beautiful creamy thighs, and that perfect plump ass that you were about to turn into your own personal feast.

Yoohyeon interrupted you staring at her delicious body as she used your face as her personal cushion and sat down comfortably on it, resting her supple and soft ass cheeks and smothering you with the softness of her skin.

You gave yourself a moment to enjoy the warmth and soft flesh on your face before angling your mouth and teasing the tight rim of Yoohyeon's back entrance with the very tip of your tongue, giving a long satisfying lick and earning a cute whiny moan from her.

"Oh, that feels good. Eat my ass."

With just a taste, you wanted the full meal and grabbed the soft cheeks of Yoohyeon's ass and spread them wide, giving you more access to her as you dove in and buried your tongue inside her tight asshole, exploring it and devouring her like a hungry animal. Yoohyeon moaned even louder, each lick inside her ass escalating her pleasure.

"How's that ass taste?"

"Delicious. Couldn't ask for a better breakfast."

You continued to eat Yoohyeon's ass like you were snacking down on a juicy piece of fruit, using every bit of your lips and tongue to stimulate her asshole, licking short fierce circles deep inside her tight hole and hitting her sensitive nerves all at once to drive her crazy.

"Oh god...that feels so good...I love when you eat my ass, sir."

She grabbed onto your thighs to brace herself, digging her nails into your skin as her hips swayed, as she grinded her ass against your tongue, trying to force you deeper into her ass. You brought an arm around her slim waist and began furiously rubbing her clit, feeling her body shaking in response and she gasped.

"Oh fuck..."

With your tongue deep in her ass and firm pressure on her sensitive swollen clit, Yoohyeon wasn't far off from climax, keeping her ass firmly planted on your face ensured you were in absolute heaven, tonguing her tight hole like you hadn't had a meal in days.

"O-oh, oh fuck, I'm close, right there! Don't stop please, I'm gonna cum!"

Yoohyeon was so close to orgasm she could taste it, already a beautiful moaning mess and just a little more pressure on her clit was all she needed. The constant double stimulation was way too much and in no time flat Yoohyeon came hard, you felt her uncontrollable body squirming against your face.

You gradually decreased the stimulation as Yoohyeon rode out her orgasm, slowly regaining her senses and came down, panting hard and her chest heaving heavily. When she had recovered enough, Yoohyeon gingerly turned herself around to make eye contact with her eyes glazed over.

"You're amazing, sir."

You smiled at her compliment. She made a show out of grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside table, tilting it several times as the liquid flowed inside the bottle to make it very well known what she had in her hands.

"This is for you," she said with a seductive smile, placing the half-full bottle into your hands.

"Now give me that pounding you promised."

Yoohyeon took her position at the end of the bed, getting on hands and knees with her palms flat, her body ready, and that perfect ass inviting to be taken.

You weren't going to make her wait and took one lubed finger and gently brought it inside the rim of her ass, spreading it around as best as you could. The intense tightness of her puckered hole caused an arousal level like no other as you coated your shaft in the same slick liquid, and neither of you could wait for the feeling both of you were about to experience.

You nudged the tip of your slickened shaft against Yoohyeon's tight asshole, feeling the seal of her ass relaxing and opening up to you, moaning already at her incredible tightness.

Yoohyeon looked back over her shoulder and let out a loud gasp as you entered her tight, round ass, watching the tip of your cock disappearing as her tight asshole swallowed your cock.

"Oh fuck...so big..."

There wasn't much of a need for Yoohyeon to relax, as her muscles had opened up enough for half of your hard shaft entering her ass. She was familiar to the feeling of her ass being stretched and filled, whether it be your hard cock, her favorite dildo for when you weren't around, or even one of the pretty jeweled butt plugs you picked out for her.

"So fucking tight," you moaned, as the heavenly feeling of her tight asshole squeezed your cock and refused to let you leave her body.

"Keep going, sir. Please let me feel all of that dick inside my ass."

Deeply encouraged by Yoohyeon's lewd words, you slowly moved your cock in and out of her, feeling her tight asshole gripping as much of your that was inside. Her slick asshole felt incredible, the deeper you went the better her ass made your cock feel, so damn tight that you wanted to feel all of her. With one smooth movement you pushed all of your cock inside her ass, hearing her loudly moan in satisfaction as she was filled with the entirety of your hard shaft.

"Oh god, I love being filled. Fuck me...please fuck my ass."

You placed a hand on each one of her ass cheeks, squeezing them as you moved your hips back and forth in a steady rhythm as her snug asshole held onto your cock. Yoohyeon leaned more into the mattress, arching her back and gripping the sheets in tight fists as you opened her tight little asshole up more and more with each generous thrust deep into her ass.

"I needed this so bad, oh god, I needed your cock in my ass so much. Please fuck me harder."

With one more firm squeeze of her ass your hands traveled up to her hips, gripping them tight enough to bruise. Yoohyeon's cute voice moaned louder as you gave harsher thrusts, slamming hard enough to smack your own hips against her juicy ass, making it bounce with every thrust as you impaled her asshole with your cock and kept a delightful rhythm.

"Oh fuck yes, just like that!"

You took in deeper breathes as you fulfilled your promise to Yoohyeon, driving your cock inside her faster as you fucked Yoohyeon's ass and pistoned your hips, smacking against her hot flushed skin. You made her feel every deep thrust, and she took absolute pleasure in it as you penetrated her ass with as much cock as you could fill inside her body, the whines and gasps that left her sultry lips urged you as you fucked her even harder.

Yoohyeon had grown so accustomed to your cock inside her back entrance that it took little effort to slam into her. You kept most of your shaft deep inside her with every rough thrust, fucking her hard into the mattress that squeaked as she audibly let her satisfaction be known.

"Pull my hair, sir."

You smiled devilishly to yourself, keeping a hand placed firmly on her hip as you leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her silver locks, forming a rough ponytail as you yanked back on it and pulled her head up, feeling her tight hole wrapping around your cock tighter in approval.

Yoohyeon continued to enjoy the rough pounding she was taking as you ravaged her perfect tight ass, making her take every hard inch balls deep, and in response she screamed and moaned your name without interruption, letting you know how good she felt.

You wanted even more of her ass, and you took it as you gave her backside a hard slap, the sound echoed across the room as her cheek bounced and she gasped.

"More," she demanded, and you obliged her right away, giving her plump bottom a pleasant hard slap after every few thrusts, hearing her moan in delight after each impact.

"More! Slap that ass. It belongs to you, sir."

"Don't you forget it," you said with a grin, giving several consecutive swats on her delicious ass, each loud smack in time with your thrusts as the flesh of her ass rippled with every slap.

You loved nothing more in the world but fucking your assistant's ass, especially first thing in the morning. You wanted it to last as long as possible, so you slowed down your pace and released the grip of Yoohyeon's hair, watching as it fell to her shoulders elegantly. You slowed down your thrusts considerably, trying to fight the urge to go wild and make an absolute mess inside her.

Yoohyeon did not share your patience, and took the liberty and began to fuck her ass with your slow-moving cock, slamming those warm cheeks all the way against your hips She moved with need, trying to fill herself back up with every bit of you again, using the mattress for leverage as she took your length deep into her ass.

"Oh fuck. You like fucking yourself, Yoohyeon?"

"Yes, I love it, I love stretching my ass with your big cock," she purred. "Oh fuck, I love your cock in my ass so much!"

You loved watching Yoohyeon fuck herself, and loved how needy she was to be constantly filled deep. You let this go on for several thrusts until you took control back again, moving in slow, graceful thrusts, that went deep, keeping you as far inside her as possible.

"Keep fucking my ass, please."

"I'll never stop."

As much as you enjoyed the view of Yoohyeon's ass, you wanted to mix it up a bit as you gently rolled her onto her right side, lying down with her as you kept your cock buried inside her. The new position felt more intimate and allowed you to see the pleasure in her eyes, and gave you access to every aspect of her body.

"Deep, let me feel your cock deep inside my ass," Yoohyeon begged, and you were able to see the desperation in her eyes clearly now as you moved again slowly inside her ass, lazily fucking her with deep, careful strokes that filled her ass to the hilt.

Her ass felt so perfect, so tight and hot like you belonged there. You grabbed onto one of her delicious creamy thighs and brought your mouth to her neck, licking the sensitive skin and sucking a bruise into it, leaving a visible mark that you didn't care who saw.

Yoohyeon brought her mouth to your own as your lips crashed together, tasting her sweet lips are your tongues found each other and danced together. As you bit and sucked on her lower lip, you brought a hand in between her spread legs and used this as the perfect opportunity to play with her pussy, her slick folds welcoming your touch and the extra pleasure.

She moaned in your mouth, and you felt a wetness coating your fingers as you took your cock as deep as possible into her puckered rim, listening to her constant stream of loud needy moans.

"I wish I could fuck your ass all day, Yoohyeon," you said, looking directly into her eyes and the pleasure she was drunk on.

"I don't see what's stopping you," she smugly responded.

"This goddamn twelve-hour job, that's what."

"What a shame."

"Trust me, one of these times we're both going to schedule a day off, and I'm going to fuck you around this entire apartment, on every single surface we can find. The whole fucking day."

"Is that a promise?"

"It is. And I always keep my promises."

Yoohyeon was overcome with joy, and that joy turned into lust as you slipped a finger inside her pussy, the drenched walls of her hole sucked you in as she gave out a loud gasp.

"Oh my god...that feels good!"

"Do you like it when your boss fucks your ass?"

"Y-yes, sir, I love it! Keep fucking my ass until I'm filled with cum!"

Yoohyeon became a different woman during sex, her vulgar words aroused you almost as much as her body did. Her gasps and moans filled your ears, the rhythm strong as you fucked both of her tight holes with separate parts of your body. You kept up a lazy pace as you savored her tight ass, wanting to stay inside it as long as possible.

You let your finger slip out of her pussy and traced the outline of folds before finding her clit, pressing once more against the pink delicate nub. Her warm creamy thighs closed around your hand and trapped you there in between her comforting softness.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Fuck, I'm gonna cum again!"

The deep thrusts inside her ass and the harsh pressure on Yoohyeon's clit was too much for her to handle, and she came hard again after a handful more thrusts, as her body shook like it had a mind of its own. You felt the hand in between her thighs drowning in her juices and warmth, and her already tight asshole becoming tighter somehow.

As much as you wanted to spend the entire morning, day, and night fucking Yoohyeon, your body couldn't take much more either and you weren't far behind in your own climax.

"I'm so close, Yoohyeon. I'm going to cum too."

You heard nothing but deeply pleased noises before hearing a response. "My ass...please cum inside my ass. Fill me with all your cum, sir."

Those were the best words you had heard all day. It would take only a few more thrusts before you reached release, and with an ass like hers there was only so much you could take. With your cock buried inside Yoohyeon's tight asshole, the two of you moaned in relief as you sent thick cum deep into the depths of her ass. The pleasure that shot through your body as you filled Yoohyeon's pretty ass was like nothing else, each spurt that erupted from your cock and into her own body felt better and more intense as the one before. Yoohyeon watched every second of your orgasm and felt every bit of your shaft filling her ass, incredibly satisfied with what you had done together and the absolute mess you had left inside her.

As the high of your orgasm wore off, you rested inside her with your cock spent and milked dry, watching the joy and pride on Yoohyeon's cute innocent features. When you had nothing left to give, and when you had the strength to move again, you regrettably withdrew your cock from the confines of her tight ass, watching your the thick load you left inside Yoohyeon freely leaking out of her freshly fucked, and now slightly gaping asshole.

"You came so much, sir," Yoohyeon said, and you both smiled and panted in the afterglow of sex. She planted another kiss on your lips, but before you could thoroughly enjoy the soft delicious lips of your office assistant you heard a buzz rudely interrupting.

You looked around, realizing the source of the disruption came from your phone. Several messages, all from your partner in crime Bora. You sighed.

Kim Bora (8:27 am): Where are you?

Kim Bora (8:40 am): No seriously, where the hell are you? We have a meeting scheduled ten minutes ago and we can't start it without you.

Kim Bora (8:42 am): And where the fuck is Yoohyeon?!

Kim Bora (8:44 am): Are you fucking her? You must be fucking her. You're never late. Even Gahyeon is here before you.

Kim Bora (9:05 am): If you don't get your cock out of that slut and get your ass over here I swear to god

"Shit, we're really late for work. Bora is going to kill us."

"Aw, you sure you don't want to go again?"

"No, I- we need to get dressed. I completely forgot about our meeting."

"Without showering? Everyone will be able to smell the sex on us," Yoohyeon said, seemingly daring of the fact.

"We can shower at work."

"Together?"

"Of course, it wouldn't be much fun without you...Miss Yoohyeon," you said, reverting into your formal work speak as you got dressed. Yoohyeon followed but took her time to put her clothes back on, leaving the pair of lacy blue panties she had on display on the bed for you as if she were awarding you a trophy.

"They'll just get in the way later," she shyly grinned. "You should head over first. I'll call ahead and think up some excuse. I got you covered, boss!"

"Thank you, you're the best. See you there?"

Yoohyeon politely nodded. "I'll be your breakfast and lunch."

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The Tiger and the Oda Princess Ch. 13

Chapter 13

The next day, we all gathered for the official signing of the treaty between the Takeda forces and the Oda forces. Afterwards, there was a small opening ceremony for the festival. Shingen stood in the midst of everyone, a small platform where musicians would be performing from later. It was in the very heart of the castle town.

I was standing off to the side with the warlords from Azuchi, Sasuke, Kenshin, Yukimura, and Asuna. Though naturally my eyes were on my husband. I couldn't help but to think how handsome he looked and what a kind and caring leader he was.

"It is truly wonderful to be back home." He began. "To have this festival celebrating spring and the new beginnings it brings. A chance for us to let go of the wrongs of the past and move on to a brighter and peaceful future for everyone. Let us celebrate this new beginning."

There were cheers from all of the town and I couldn't help but to smile. Spring was indeed bringing new beginnings in so many ways. Summer would be bringing another in just a couple of months when our little one arrived.

Soon Shingen was stepping off the platform and musicians and dancers were entering and began to play. Some people stayed to listen to the music and enjoy the dancers while others went off to begin checking out all of the stalls.

It was then Shingen was at my side, his arm wrapping around my waist. I smiled up at him as he kissed my brow. "That was a good speech." I said.

"Yes, a very good one." Nobunaga agreed from my other side.

"I'm glad it didn't come out as forced as it felt." Shingen replied.

Nobunaga chuckled. "We can always rip up the treaty."

I sighed. "You guys can battle each other in a game of Go later. That's all I'm allowing."

"Yes, she will give all of you the silent treatment." Sasuke spoke up.

"We were only joking." Shingen assured me.

"Yes, unification will be easier if we remain in this alliance." Nobunaga agreed.

"Alright, I want to hear no more terrible jokes tonight or posturing from any of you." I declared, giving all of them a look. "Let's all just enjoy this lovely festival."

"Where would you like to go first, my love?" Shingen asked me.

It was then that the scent from the food stalls wafted over to me and my stomach let out a growl. "Food stalls." I answered.

Shingen smiled at me. "Perfect. There should be many sweets."

"You shouldn't eat too many sweets though, Ava. That's bad for your health and the baby's." Hideyoshi said, sounding very much like the mother hen he was.

"And Lord Shingen, I thought you were cutting back on your sweets to support Ava cutting back?" Asuna asked, looking at us.

"Dammit, now we have two of them." I muttered.

"So, you're saying we can't even indulge just this one day?" Shingen asked looking at Asuna.

"Yeah, it is a special occasion." I added.

"Oh, no you don't. I'm just going to have to be watching you even more closely." Asuna said.

We were all then making our way over to the food stalls. A savory scent was the first thing to attract my attention. It led me to a stall that had some roasted meat on skewers. We hit a few other food stalls before all going to have a seat on some long benches covered with cloth and an umbrella over them.

After enjoying the delicious food, we all set off to look at all of the vendors of the festival. It was amazing how many people were there. There were the usual shop keepers and merchants who made Kai their home, but there were others from out of town (who had been vetted very well before being allowed after my kidnapping). We also had travelers from out of town who had come to the festival.

As we walked, Shingen kept his arm around my waist, holding me close to his side. I loved it. Though part of me felt slightly awkward with everyone with us. As we walked around, we noticed some stalls with some little games set up.

"Care for a challenge, tiger of Kai?" Nobunaga asked, looking at Shingen.

"I won't back down from one." Shingen replied.

The pair looked at the games and then settled on one where they had to throw balls at a stack of bottles and knock them over. I was happy to see this game as I had been working with several of the shop keepers to come up with some different games, and this was one of them. Though there were a few I didn't come up with.

"Some competition, huh? That sounds like fun." Masamune said, his eye looking over the different games. It settled on a knife throwing game. "Hey God of war, how about we see how well you and your ninja do against me in that knife throwing game over there?"

"A battle of knife throwing?" Kenshin asked, his eyes gleaming. "Alright, Sasuke and I shall destroy you."

Somehow Mitsuhide, Hideyoshi, Yukimura, and Asuna were going to another game where they tossed bags of dried rice into wicker baskets. This was another game I had come up with with one of the shop keepers and had even made the bags. I went with Shingen and Nobunaga to their game to watch them play.

Shingen stole a quick kiss from my lips. I smiled up at him. "A kiss for good luck?" I teased.

"Of course." He answered, smiling at me.

"You will need it." Nobunaga said, eyes glinting with almost childlike excitement.

"It's not that I need the luck...however I am happy for any excuse to kiss my goddess."

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, just play the game you two." I said, stepping back to watch them.

I couldn't help but to glance around at everyone and noticed that they all seemed to be having a good time. It warmed my heart to see them all getting along and the smile that came to my face was huge.

It was then that I noticed Yoshimoto was not participating in any of the games. "Not much for games, Yoshimoto?" I asked him.

He gave me a soft smile. "I prefer to watch the others." He replied.

"Another form of art for you?" I asked.

"Something like that." Yoshimoto answered.

We stood there chatting for a bit longer enjoying watching everyone. It wasn't long however, before we were being roped into playing some of the games as well. I found myself laughing, enjoying the games. After we finished with the games we all headed to explore more of the festival.

"You're not getting tired are you, my love?" Shingen asked me.

I smiled up at him. "I'm always tired now...but it's nothing I can't handle."

"Always tired, that sounds bad. Are you overworking yourself? Shingen how can you let her overwork herself?" Came Hideyoshi's voice.

I sighed. "I'm growing another person inside my body. It kind of makes me tired all the time."

"It is a pretty normal feeling for expectant mothers." Asuna agreed.

"If you're tired we can go home." Shingen told me, ignoring Hideyoshi.

"And miss this festival? No way." I replied. "Besides I know for a fact there's some new fabrics here...and more delicious festival food."

Shingen smiled at me. "Whatever you desire, we will do."

"Yup, you lead the way, lass!" Masamune chimed in.

"Yes, and make sure to pick out the most excellent fabrics." Nobunaga said. "I plan on commissioning a piece from you."

I couldn't help the smile that came to my face. "Really? I would be more than happy to!"

"Good." Nobunaga replied.

"And Lord Nobunaga isn't the only one. I am in need of a new hakama." Masamune said.

"I could even use a new piece as well." Mitsuhide said. "You have proven yourself quite skilled with the needle."

"Hold on we cant overwhelm Ava now." Hideyoshi spoke up. "She is about to have a baby."

"I plan to continue making clothes even after the baby arrives." I said. "But I won't take on more work than I can handle."

We all walked around together. We stopped at many different stalls, all finding something to enjoy and purchase. We stopped and took a few breaks so that I could sit and rest. After the sun had set, Masamune got a wicked grin. "Alright, time for the big surprise I brought in from Oshu." He declared.

"Should I be scared?" I asked, knowing Masamune's tendency to walk on the wild side. The man kept a real tiger for a pet. Something I had learned early on.

"Don't worry I wouldn't allow him to bring anything too dangerous into Kai." Shingen told me, giving my waist a gentle yet reassuring squeeze. "I am sure you'll enjoy this surprise."

We were all gathering in the center of the castle town once again. Shingen gestured to the sky. "Look up, my love."

It was a few moments later, that I heard the distinct whistling sound and then an explosion of bright colored light lit up the sky. More fireworks began to go off shortly afterwards. I couldn't help but to smile as I watched the fireworks going off. Everyone in the town watched in awe as well. I could hear children in the crowd squealing in delight. I looked around and I saw a few children holding onto their mothers and fathers, scared of the loud booms.

I then looked up at Shingen and he was looking fondly over the crowd. His eyes were watching the children as well. "I hope that this becomes a tradition in the festival. I can't wait to show our baby and his or her future siblings these fireworks." I said, patting my belly.

Shingen smiled at me, placing his hand over mine. "I was just thinking the same thing." We were then sharing a kiss, not caring about the crowd around us.

"Ugh, I would have thought with you guys here they would show a little more restraint." Yukimura grumbled.

"They've been a lot less handsy than usual." Asuna replied. "Besides, some people find fireworks romantic."

"What's romantic about an explosion?" Yukimura replied.

Asuna huffed. "I don't know why I bother with you."

"Fireworks are very romantic." Masamune spoke up, he was then wrapping an arm around Asuna's shoulders. "What the boy doesn't see, I certainly do. You know a rooftop has a much better view of the fireworks. Perhaps you could come with me?"

"You know, you shouldn't just go grabbing people like that. I don't care how good your food is." Yukimura said.

"You know I don't need you to tell anyone off for me, right?" Asuna replied, looking at Yukimura grumpily.

This fighting had managed to pull Shingen and I from our own little world. I was having a hard time not laughing. That really sounded like jealousy coming from Yukimura. I looked up at Shingen and saw him watching them with a fond yet amused smile.

"Oh, so you don't mind?" Masamune asked, a grin on his face.

"Oh, I mind." Asuna replied. She was then reaching up and grabbing Masamune's arm and twisting it behind his back. "Don't touch me again. Or you'll find this arm useless for a long time." She was then shoving him away.

Masamune's grin was even wider. "Oh, yeah I knew you'd be fun."

"You know she just told you to shove off right?" Yukimura replied.

"I like the chase." Masamune replied with a shrug. "I like a feisty woman."

"Ugh, you're all such men!" Asuna said. "Ava, how you put up with them all and don't have a constant headache, I will never understand."

"It eventually becomes just a dull ache." I replied with a giggle.

After the fireworks ended, we all headed back to the castle. Though we had taken many breaks, my feet and legs were aching. After changing for bed, I sat on the futon, stretching my legs out in front of me and looking down. They did appear to be slightly swollen.

Shingen was coming to sit down by my feet, picking them up lightly and setting them in his lap. "What..." I asked, but then stopped when he picked up a jar that held some kind of salve.

He smiled at me. "I am just taking care of my dear princess." He answered, opening the jar and slicking his fingers through the white cream. He was then gently massaging my feet and legs, rubbing the salve in.

"Hmmm...that feels....heavenly." I said. "You...don't have to do this you know...not that I'm complaining."

Shingen chuckled. "Ava, you have been working very hard...not to mention you are carrying our child. The least I can do is take care of you and do my best to make you comfortable."

"Shingen..." I said on the verge of tears at how sweet he was being.

Once he had finished with my feet and my legs, Shingen was moving behind me. He was then massaging my neck and lower back. "How does that feel?"

"Mmm...amazing." I answered him. "You're spoiling me so much tonight."

"I told you, I just want to take care of my goddess." He explained, though I could hear the heat in his voice.

"Well...your goddess truly appreciates it...is there anything else you have in mind?" I asked.

It was then that I felt Shingen's smile on my beck and his arms wrap around me. "I know what I have in mind...is there something you would like? Another offering I could place upon your alter?" He was then trailing kisses up the side of my neck.

I hummed in pleasure. "I think...you know."

Shingen was pulling me close, showering kisses over my neck, my cheeks, my forehead, before finally placing a passionate kiss on my lips. That kiss was only the opening act of the night...a very pleasurable night.

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ibelieveinharrystyles · 4 years

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In the Name of Love

Harry regrets ending things when he sees the girl he once loved has moved on with none other than Timothee Chalamet [2.2K Words] [some angst]

Another night alone meant another night of American chat shows, Harry found himself slumped on his large L shaped sofa, a bottle of wine sat on the coffee table as he munched on a bowl of lentil chips. “Mr Chalamet it’s great to have you here on the late late show again, can I just say I think Little Women is an impeccable piece of work.” the audience clapped in agreement, Harry had always appreciated Timothee’s work and regarded him highly.

“Thank you so much James, I wish I could take all the credit for it, but Greta has created an exquisite piece of work, and I am eternally grateful she wanted me to be a part of it.” As the interview continued Harry shuffled into the kitchen, serving up the bowl of pasta that had finished boiling, adding what can only be described is a truly necessary large portion of pesto. “And as we know, you aren’t here alone in LA are you? You’ve bought back more than just a postcard from your trips to London haven’t you?” James continued, holding a picture close to his chest that he was sure to reveal to the audience.

“I guess you could say that James.” Timothee replied, an endearing grin plastered over his face.

“For those that don’t know, a good friend of the show shared this adorable tribute to you on the night on the golden globes with caption, ‘forever proud of you my beautiful boy’, that his truly a beautiful picture of you with the incredibly talented YN.”

“You’re right, she’s insanely talented,” Timothee grinned, his smile stretching from cheek to cheek. It was probably just as well Harry had put his bowl down on the table before James revealed the picture, there she was, his girl, except she wasn’t his girl anymore. The hands she once ran through his hair were running through Timothee’s, the daybed she once shared with him she now shared with Timothee, the same smile he had fallen in love with when she was the only one to laugh at his terrible jokes was now probably laughing at something witty and charming Timothee had told her. The sunglasses that she had worn on countless occasions when they were together, in many ways she was the same girl she was when she was Harry’s but as a whole that couldn’t be further from the truth. “She makes me really happy and I’m really lucky to have her you know...she’s going to tease me so bad for being like this on TV.” Harry thought about that, about how she was the same with him, as much as she loved when he got all soppy she never always used to tease him for it too. “We’re not here long if I’m honest with you James, a friend of ours is getting married next week, so we’ll be here for that.” Harry glanced atthe envelope that was sat on his coffee table, inside it was an invitation to a wedding that two weeks ago he hadn’t even thought about going to. But now he couldn’t think of anything he’d rather do.

“What’s up Haz, you alright?” Ben asked as he answered his phone from the control room at Late Late.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, bluntly and to the point, biting his lilac and yellow nails as he did.

“Tell you what? Mate what are you on about?” Ben asked, clearly taken aback.

“About YN, that she’s with Timothee.” He muttered.

“We all just assumed you knew, you still follow her on instagram I thought you knew.”

“I muted her, knowing where she was and what she was doing wouldn’t have done me any good. Was she there? With him?”

“Do you really want the answer to that question?”

“Would I be asking if I didn’t?”

“Well yes, she is, but Haz I don’t think it's a good idea for you to come down here, I don’t want anything kicking off.” Ben sighed.

“I got an invite to that wedding, the one Timothee was talking about, I think I’m gonna go, for closure,” Harry explained.

“Just don’t get your hopes up H, they seem pretty loved up, don’t do anything daft.”

Harry hadn't really been bothered when he saw the wedding invite,but somehow knowing that she would be there, dancing the same way she always did, singing out of tune to every eighties song they played, it changed everything. It was one of those high profile weddings that gained a lot of media attention, it was typical of LA, something Harry had recently got used to. Intent on making a good impression he riffled through his wardrobe, looking for just one suit that he hadn’t worn before, and would make it seem like he had his shit together, which frankly he didn’t. He hadn’t shaved in weeks, his hair was a chaotic mess, so in some way he saw this wedding as a turning point, to prove he was alright.

It was the day of the wedding and Harry stared himself up and down in the mirror, he had spent the last week working out profusely in the gym, hoping that would make some sort of difference, he had recently had his hair trimmed, and had made the conscious effort to remove any trace of stubble from his chin. He’d managed to find a suit that was understated, yet still allowed his personality to shine through, a bottle green suit, paired with a white shirt and white shoes. He had no clue what he was going to do or what he would say if he saw her, he didn’t have a plus one, so he would most likely end up standing awkwardly talking to people he had worked with once or twice.

Harry loves love, and usually a wedding would be the appropriate place for him to express that love, but he couldn’t help but feel a fraud, as he arrived at the venue walking up the path that was littered with photographers he thought about his ulterior motive. The desperation he had to see the girl he once called his, the girl he stayed up until the early hours putting the world to rights with, the girl who would make the most delicious smoothies every morning, the girl who would run him a warm bath with his favourite bubbles and bath bomb when he’d had a long day at the studio. As he turned a corner towards the venue he saw them, in each other's arms, if you could define love with just a picture it would be that. She was looking up at him, her hands interlocked with his as they giggled about something mundane that would probably have them in stitches all day. Harry could tell that she adored Timothee, she seemed so content, and was still the beautiful girl he had once loved. Her hair fell in gorgeous curls, resting neatly on her shoulders, the colour of her baby pink dress matched the colour of his tie perfectly. Harry knew he had to bite the bullet at some point, he’d have to walk past them to enter the venue he couldn’t just stand there awkwardly.

The ceremony was beautiful, a true celebration of the love the two people shared. Once the ceremony had finished everyone made their way to the venue where the reception was being held. Everyone found their respective tables, Harry found his name on the list realising he was going to be sat with two people he probably didn’t want to be sat with. He sauntered awkwardly through the venue to the table, YN was sitting by herself, he assumed Timothee was getting drinks or something. “Hi.” he whispered softly.

“Hi,” she responded, “You’re sitting there I believe, '' she gestured to the seat across from where her and Timothee had been positioned.

“How’ve you been?” He asked, taking the seat across from her.

“Good, I’m better than I was.” She assumed he knew what she meant, and he did, he had hurt her badly, and now she was healed, he had only begun to realise he was hurt too.

“You look wonderful by the way.”

“Don’t. Don’t do that.” She told him sternly,

“Do what?”

“Play with me like that, you hurt me bad Harry, really badly, and for the first time in years I’m truly happy.”

“Hey dude it’s so good to see you,” Timothée placed his hand on Harry’s back in a way of greeting him, Harry couldn’t help but find his kind smile annoying.

“You too.” He shook his hand and returned to his seat.

“You alright angel?” Timothée asked her as he sat beside her, placing his hand on the small of her back, Harry couldn’t help but wince as he did, remembering when he used to do that and how much he had hurt her.

“I just don’t get it Harry, six years has never stopped anyone before.” She whimpered, sat on the sofa opposite him, he was doing everything he could to avoid eye contact with her, knowing it would only make what he intended to do even more painful.

“I can’t love you YN, we can’t work, you’re barely eighteen, I’m twenty four, the press have already got wind of it and it won’t take them long to work it all out.” He explained, the sincerity in his voice broke her heart, it baffled her that he could be so blunt about it, she had loved everything about the four months they had been together and she felt herself loving him more and more each day.

“Camille was eight years older than you Harry, what’s the difference?” He looked up at her, noticing the red puffiness of her eyes, the pinkness of her cheeks where her makeup had rubbed off from wiping away her tears. “Don’t tell me, it’s because she knew what she was doing, she didn’t have to tell you to go slow, you didn’t have to show her what to do the first time you were together. Harry. Fuck. Fuck you Harry. Fuck you. So is this it? Is this the end of us?”

“Yeah, I think it’s for the best.” he replied, combing his hand through his knotted hair.

“The best for you or the best for your fucking career?” She stood up, taking the few things she had left in his house and left, slamming the large door behind her.

YN loved a wedding, she also loved having a date at a wedding, she sat on Timothée’s lap, running her hand through his messy curls as he stroked her back soothingly. The reception was dragging on into the night and the two lovers had found themselves in the garden on one of the many benches, “You happy bubs?” She asked, cupping his cheek as she peppered him with a flurry of kisses.

“I’m happy cause I got you, my girl,” He assures her, reciprocating the kiss, pulling her close to his chest, “Are you alright? I get that it must be uncomfortable for you, with Harry being here.”

“I couldn’t be happier, I’ve got you, and that's all that matters to me, right imma go get another drink, you want anything?” He shook his head in reply as she stood up from his lap and made her way into the venue.

“You two look good together,” The voice startled her as she poured a glass of wine, she looked up at Harry, despite the fresh haircut he looked worse for wear. “How long have you two been together?”

“ten months, we met on the set of a film we were both working on.” She explained.

“Four months after we broke up?”

“With all due respect Harry, you were the one who did the breaking up. Congrats on the album by the way.” She said before turning to head back to her other half.

“Most of it is about you ya know.”

She looked at him blankly, not knowing what sort of reaction he was expecting from her, “That doesn’t make me special Harry, I’m just one of a long list of women, Kendall, Camille, Taylor and Me. And that’s just the ones you told me about.” She continued to head outside before turning on her heel, “You know what’s ironic? You might. e six years older than me, supposedly making you more mature than you, but Timmy is a mere two years younger than you and I have no qualms with trusting him, I don’t have to hover over my laptop waiting for the next picture of him to pop up with another woman, I don’t have to pry when he comes home late from a night out. I don’t feel the need to seek his validation, I don’t have to ask if an outfit looks okay or if I look too bloated, because the four months we were together I constantly compared myself to the girls you’d been with before, thinking I wasn’t good enough for you, and I was right, because I wasn’t good enough for you.” Harry was left speechless, once she had finished she slipped out of the door, returning to her man, she was right, she was happier, and more loved than when she was with him, he knew he was going to have to accept that she had learnt to love someone else, and that someone could never be him.

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calm-and-wine · 4 years

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Down the Line

Sooo..... I wrote a thing for @1dffchallenges but since the challenge is not happening anymore, I’ve decided to share it here. It is the first piece of writing I’m sharing with anyone, so please, if you have any feedback, I’d love to hear it!

It’s a Niall one-shot, quite sweet and fluffy, so if you’re in a mood for something cute, it might be the perfect read! And let’s be honest, we all need a bit of sunshine in our lives these days.

The biggest thank you to @verorax for being a wonderful beta and not only giving me feedback, but helping me correct any mistakes and overall making sure it sounds alright, thanks for your time, you’re the best, Rory!

Without further ado… here it is, hope you enjoy! ~~~

“Oh. That wasn’t supposed to happen,” was what Lucy thought right after waking up and feeling nothing but cold air on the other side of the bed. It was supposed to be filled with her snoring boyfriend. Niall practically never wakes up before her, unless he absolutely has to. But today he doesn’t, she’s sure about that. It's Wednesday, the only day when her training didn't start at unholy hours; at least that’s what Niall considers any time before noon. So it’s the day they’ve been spending their mornings together for the past month, since he’s been working on his new album and she was preparing for a new season. They usually spend those Wednesday mornings either staying in bed for as long as they could, or having breakfast, just the two of them and enjoying those little moments together. That’s how their relationship works after all, taking advantage of every minute they can spend in each other’s company.

She finally opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a rose on the other pillow. There wasn’t a sign of Niall, but there was a flower and a little note in his place. She reached for the piece of paper with one hand while knuckling at her eyes to wake herself up.

Early meeting, forgot to tell you yesterday. Have a good day. N x

To be completely honest, she was really surprised he managed not to wake her up when he was leaving. Niall in the morning was usually the most clumsy person on earth, tripping over his own feet and letting out a curse every other word. She put down the note and got her phone from the nightstand sending a quick text to Niall.

it’s no fun waking up without you :(

She scrolled through her social media for a bit, waiting for his reply, but when it didn’t come in the next five minutes she put her phone down, stretched her limbs a bit and got up. Because she had quite a bit of time before she had to actually get ready and leave the house, she grabbed Niall’s sweater that was lying folded on the chair and went downstairs. It was scary sometimes how homely she felt in Niall’s house. They weren’t living together, she had a flat in the other part of London that she shared with her cousin, Mia, but the truth was she spent most of her time in London right here. Niall asked her to move in with him once, however that was over a year ago and she wasn’t ready back then. She loved him, she’s been crazy about this boy from the very beginning, but living with someone was a big deal for her, and yes, even back then she kept some stuff at his place and perhaps spent more nights in his bed than she should. But moving in was a different level of relationships and even though she was absolutely committed to Niall, she was not ready for that step. Not back then at least. Her phone buzzed in her hand when she was halfway down the stairs.

it’s no fun waking up early ;( have a great day, love!

Niall had this easiness of making her smile with the tiniest things he did or said. It was a true gift and one of the million things she loved about him. She continued walking without responding to message in order to avoid disturbing him during the meeting. However, she stopped in the kitchen doorway, as her eyes landed on a bouquet of the most colorful flowers she has ever seen right at the centre of the kitchen island. And placed alongside it was a paper bag from her favourite bakery. When she stepped closer to smell the flowers, she saw a little envelope propped by the vase.

Wanted to get you coffee as well, but it would have been cold already. Sorry for missing our morning, will make it up to you later. Love you, see you at home. N xx

She was pretty sure her cheeks started burning. It was quite normal for Niall to drop a little note for her or bring her coffee or her favourite tea, but this was more than normal. And just the fact that he’s done all that bright and early in the morning was a bit out of character. She opened the bag and grabbed a croissant, biting into the delicious pastry and typing on her phone.

What’s with all the nice things? are you preparing me for some bad news?

Hahahaha no! just being nice and trying to make up for leaving you alone. sorry for being the best boyfriend in the world ;p

He really was, she couldn’t even imagine a better guy to share a life with. Of course, he wasn’t perfect, but somehow his imperfections might just be the things she adored the most. Like how he stole her tennis socks all the time, especially for his own workouts, because they were “softer and just way more comfy”, even though they are just normal sporty socks. But it’s okay, because sometimes she steals his cute colorful ones as well. She didn’t want perfect, she wanted real. And that’s what Niall was to his core, real and honest. He was an open book and that’s what he wanted from her as well. That was actually the cause of their first ever fight, back in the day. Because she wasn’t used to sharing her feelings and talking like that. It’s not that she had a huge problem with it, she just got used to keeping things for herself and bottling up most of her feelings. She led quite a lonely life; since she was a kid her life was spent on court and on the road - she went to school, but didn’t really have time to hang out with other kids. Of course there were other people around her age on tour, but tennis is a bit of a lonely sport and she was mostly surrounded by adults, people who worked with her and she never wanted to bother them. She was rather doubtful they would be interested in her teenage girl problems. And that’s just how it stayed. She had friends, but they weren’t that type of close friends that you feel comfortable sharing personal things with. Niall never pushed her to share something she wasn’t comfortable with, he simply showed her that it’s easier to work through things together and not carry a burden on your own shoulders. That’s just what he did, he taught her stuff, he changed the way she looked at a lot of things. Her life was not the same since Niall Horan came into it. But she was not going to boost his ego and tell him all that, so she just wrote back a quick “love you” and made herself some coffee.

~~~

Lucy hated pre-season with passion. It was the worst time of the year. And the fact that it started a few weeks before Christmas was just as cruel. Pre-season was the time where she had to work the hardest, it felt like training after training followed by even more training. And then when Christmas came around she felt guilty for eating even one thing that she shouldn’t. Wednesdays were a bit easier than the rest of the week, because she started later and had a shorter training routine. She had just finished her gym circuit, meaning it was time for lunch. She would then discuss the strategy on court, plan out her schedule for the upcoming season and work out ways she can improve her game. Following that she would go on court and have a proper practise, which is definitely her favourite part, and then another gym session, a quick one this time until she would finally be free.

She was on her way to the locker room, when Gabby, the receptionist at the sport centre that she trained at, called her out.

“There was a delivery for you literally two minutes ago.” She said giving her a take-out box with the logo of the restaurant where she usually had her lunch.

“Ummm thanks? But they don’t do delivery?” She knew that because she was always complaining about having to put her coat on and walk there all sweaty, which often caused her to catch a bit of a cold.

“I don’t know, love. This girl came in, said it’s for you, it was all paid for, so I just took it.” Gabby shrugged her shoulders.

“Ok, thank you.” Lucy smiled at the girl. Gabby was around her age, she’s been working at the centre for almost two years now and she was a pleasure to be around, always asking how the training was going on and even talking about some of the matches she played.

She had a feeling she knew exactly who got her lunch. She didn’t know who he asked to deliver this, but Niall was most often on the receiving end of her complains and apparently he actually listened to her whine. She was not even surprised by the nice things at this point, because she also found another bouquet of flowers in her locker when she arrived here. However, she had no idea why he was doing all of this today out of all the days. Sure, he never really needed an excuse to do nice things for her, but it was usually just one surprise, not one after the other like today. It wasn’t her birthday, it was not their anniversary… There were no more notes coming with the gifts, so she decided to text him.

Do you feel that bad for leaving me this morning? One bouquet of flowers would be enough, baby. Or am I forgetting of some special occasion?

Nope, just want to treat you well today. Enjoy your lunch and the rest of training! ;)

Yup, he was definitely up to something. He was not, however, going to tell her anything about it.

~~~

Coming home, Lucy was simply excited to see Niall. It maybe was a bit weird that ‘coming home’ meant Niall’s place. She didn’t live there, yet there wasn’t even a question of going to her own flat, it was just obvious between the two of them that that’s where they’ll see each other and spend their evening together. The last time she was at her flat was actually four days ago and she didn’t even spend the night there.

The light was on downstairs and there was no doubt her boyfriend was home. She barely made it inside and put her training bag down when he appeared in the doorway leading to the kitchen. Lucy stopped dead in her tracks, one shoe still on her foot, looking at the guy before her with wide eyes.

Niall was wearing suit pants and a white shirt. It was not an outfit she saw him in very often. He wore nice pants and shirts quite a lot lately, especially to promo or concerts, but not like that. This was extra classy. Everything about it felt weird, he had a habit of changing into sweatpants right after going through the threshold.

“Hey” he gave her his signature wide smile that she loved so much and it all just left her a bit breathless.

“Hi” she said still eyeing him up and down. “Honestly, did I forget about some special occasion?”

He just looked at her and laughed. Then he shook his head slightly.

“I’ll tell you everything later. Right now you should go get ready for dinner. You’ve got” he looked at his watch “twenty minutes.”

Niall finally walked up to her to give her a welcoming kiss and a small hug. She wanted to grill him more, but she knew he wasn’t going to give her any answers. His eyes sparkled and the smile never left his lips. He nudged his head towards the stairs and with a sigh, she took her off shoes, put her jacket on the coat rack and headed upstairs.

She was even more surprised and just simply confused, when she found a dress carefully laid down on the bed. And it wasn’t just any dress. It was a lovely silver, sparkly, dress that she was eyeing up on the internet like two weeks ago. The only reason she didn’t buy it was because she didn’t really have anywhere to wear it to and she already had too many dresses, probably.

She was ready to shout at Niall to come up and explain all those surprises and his weird behaviour, but decided against it. She was gonna humour him and just follow along.

She took a shower post her training, but put her hair in a bun right after, so it was a mess she needed to tend to if she wanted to look presentable. Twenty minutes wasn’t really a lot of time, so she slightly curled some of hair, closest to the face, put on makeup, got dressed and was almost ready.

“Lulu?” came a voice from downstairs, indicating her time was up.

“Baby, we’re gonna have to stop by my place cause I don’t have any heels here.” She said trudging down through the staircase.

Niall was waiting for her, standing at the foot of the stairs, already looking at her with shiny eyes. In his eyes, she could almost always see the adoration he had for her whenever he looked at her. And it never failed to warm her heart. She was pretty sure she looked at him with gooey eyes as well.

“You look… Wow. You’re so beautiful, love.”

Lucy felt her cheeks reddening at his words. “Thank you for the dress. I love it.”

“And I love you” he replied with a shit-eating grin, at which she just chuckled. There were some noises coming from the kitchen, but the door was shut close and when she looked at her boyfriend, he just shrugged. “Also, you don’t need heels, we’re not actually going anywhere, just staying here.” She was a bit confused at his words, but now that he mentioned her not needing shoes, she noticed he wasn’t wearing any either, just his usual colorful socks.

“Okay, you have to tell me what’s going on” she said, but it only earned her a laugh.

“I will, in a minute.” Niall grabbed her hand and lead her to the dining room. It was a simple room, most of the space was taken by a big table. It was a room that was very rarely used. Niall used it whenever his family was in town and sometimes when he had friends over and wanted to make it a bit more classy than just snacks and beer. They usually ate either in the kitchen or in the living room, where the tables were as well, just smaller ones. There were a few candles scattered all around the room, the lights were on, but they were dimmed, and there was another huge bouquet of flowers on the table. “I was gonna hand them to you, but had to put them in water earlier and just didn’t want to take them out all dripping. But they are for you, obviously.”

“They’re so beautiful, but that’s a third one today! That’s way too much, baby.” She even left one with Gabby at the sports centre to put it at the front desk.

Niall just shrugged with a bit of a bashful smile and pulled out a chair for her to sit in, then sat across from her. He then opened a bottle of wine that stood prepared on the table and pour them both a glass.

Lucy was a bit shocked, when a young man came into the room holding two plates with appetizers. He was put the plates before them without the word, being as quiet as possible. She looked uneasy at Niall, but he didn’t say anything until they were alone again.

“So… I guess I should explain” he chuckled. “I got a chef from one of your favourite restaurant to come and cook for us. I wanted to celebrate today, because it’s our anniversary.”

Lucy looked at him even more confused. “No, it’s not. Baby, our anniversary is in two months.”

Niall just shook his head with a smile. “Our relationship anniversary, yes. But this day, exactly three years ago, was the day we met.” He looked incredibly proud of himself, smug that he completely surprised her.

She remembers the day they met, of course she does. It was a sports’ gala, she was invited as a top 10 tennis player, and he was there because of his golf management. They met quite casually, at the bar, when he congratulated her on a successful season and she told him that she loved his music. After that they somehow spent half the night together, just talking and then dancing at the afterparty. Back then she thought she might have a new acquaintance, someone to invite to her games from time to time and maybe to receive an invitation to his show. However, she did not think that she just met someone she will want to spend forever with, someone who will become the most important person in her life. Someone who will truly show her love. She also didn’t know he would message her on instagram the next day and that they will keep talking and hanging out right away and fall in love so easily.

“I don’t remember the exact day, but it was in December, so you must be right. Why celebrate now, though? We never had before.”

“Well.. There’s no good explanation, really.” He took the first bite of the cuisine in front of them, gesturing for her to do the same. “Just thought it would be nice, it’s the end of the year as well, a tough year at that, wanted to make something nice for you.”

It was a tough year, the hardest one in her life. She hit the lowest low, she thought she lost something she worked her entire life for, her dreams. It was only Niall who got her up, he was the only one who could get through to her, and he did. He tried and tried, even when she pushed him away, or tried to at least, he never gave up on her. Last year, well a bit less, in January, she messed up her knee, really badly. Her entire career became a huge question mark. And she wanted to give up. She almost did. But Niall wouldn’t let her. Even if it meant saying things she didn’t want to to hear, which lead to her not speaking to him for a day or two and a lot of tears, from both of them. But she thinks she’ll never be able to truly explain to him how much it all meant, that without him, she would not come back. Not only to tennis, but maybe even to being fully herself.

“Thank you” she said for a thousandth time. “You’re too good for me.”

Niall laughed and shook his head. He wasn’t. She was his angel and anchor, just like he was hers. That’s why they worked so well.

They kept eating and talking, moving to more casual topics, with Niall asking how her day went and her asking about his meetings and who he got to deliver her lunch (it was an intern at the management). Lucy heard people leaving while they were in the middle of the main course, which Niall explained was the cooks and everyone else leaving, like he discussed with them previously.

When it was just the two of them again, Niall took their empty plates to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of champagne. They were only about halfway through the wine, but he still opened it and poured them both a glass. Instead of returning to his seat, he pulled out a chair at the head of the table and turned it a bit to face Lucy.

“Cheers to us, another year together. Three years and much more to come. I love you, Lulu.” His voice was wavering a bit, but he hoped she wouldn’t notice.

“I love you, baby” they clinked their glasses, shared a small kiss and they took a sip of champagne.

“Ok, so I had this whole speech prepared..” he started nervously, slowly getting up from his chair. “But I’m too nervous now, so I’m gonna make it quick” he got down on one knee and Lucy felt like her heart stopped for a minute just to start beating hundred times faster. She pressed her fingers to her lips to keep herself from completely losing it and letting out a strangled cry. “There’s absolutely no one else I would rather spend my life with, no one makes me feel like you, I thought I’ve been in love before, but honestly it’s nothing compared to the love I have for you. Lucy Emilia Barker, my Lulu, will you do me the absolute honour of sharing your life with me and become my wife?” he opened a navy blue velvet box, but she only saw his shaking fingers before her eyes filled with tears.

“Yes” she choked with a smile that couldn’t possibly be big enough for the happiness she truly felt.

“Yeah?” he asked as if there was a possibility he heard her wrong, but the smile was finally making its way onto his face and his nerves were disappearing.

“Yeah” she laughed and grabbed his face with her own shaking hands. “Now get up before you mess up your knee.” He laughed at her, or with her, or just from the pure bliss in his heart and started kissing her before he even got completely up.

After a few sweet, and equally passionate kisses, sometimes clicking teeth, because they couldn’t keep the smiles off their faces, they finally separated so Niall could put the actual ring on her finger. It was absolutely beautiful. It wasn’t a typical big diamond engagement ring and she was actually thankful for it, because that wasn’t exactly her style. The ring that was now comfortably resting on her finger was gold, with round cut emerald in the centre surrounded by 7 round cut diamonds, looking a bit like a flower. It was perfect. She hugged Niall, still crying, she must have looked like a racoon with smudged mascara from all this crying. But she was getting married, for fucks sake! She had a right to ball her eyes out.

“Do you like it? Maybe I should’ve gotten a classic diamond one…” Niall said reaching his hand to touch his neck, which was a nervous habit of his.

“Baby” Lucy said touching his shoulder to get him to really listen, “it’s perfect. I love it.”

They both couldn’t stop smiling, stealing little kisses from each other.

“I couldn’t wait to see it on your finger” he admitted, pulling her hand close to his face to get a better look.

“How long have you had it?” she asked a bit surprised and he looked at her a bit bashfully.

“Around two months.. I was thinking of proposing in Vietnam, but then Greg made me think about someone stealing the ring or me losing it, so I got too stressed about it and it just didn’t seem right.”

She thought back to Vietnam, when they went for vacation after the last tournament she played this year, it was a beautiful place and she loved it there, but he was quite right, it didn’t seem better than this. This was simple, but somehow perfect. Because it was them, just staying in the house, enjoying each other’s company. She knew in Vietnam would have been amazing as well, hell, he could propose in the middle of nowhere and she would still be head over heels for him, but she was incredibly happy with the way it happened.

“How many people know you were gonna ask me to marry you?” she asked another question with a little laugh. They were still standing, just holding each other and enjoying the moment.

“Um… A few. Greg, cause I needed his advice, Mia and Laura, I showed them the ring and also asked about this dress, cause I know you liked it but wasn’t sure about the size and stuff… And then also my parents.” His cheeks were a bit rosy, and she knew it was because he was still a little nervous, but also just from emotions. It was hard to believe Mia didn’t spill anything, because she was the absolute worst with secrets. Laura however, was the person who always helped plan the surprises, whether it was for Lucy or Niall or any other friend. She quite fast became Lucy’s best friend, maybe besides Mia, which surprised her a bit, because she was never really good at making friends, but she was just so welcoming and always made sure Lucy felt ok in their group, they just kind of clicked and she couldn’t have been happier to call her a true friend, cause she was probably the coolest person ever.

“Do my parents know?”

“No” he said and then his eyes widened, “should I have asked your dad? I mean, I thought about it, but it always seemed kinda silly to me, I mean, it’s between us two, it’s our decision and you’re your own woman, so I don’t think we need anyone’s permission, but.. Would you have liked me to ask him?” He looked so stressed and scared now that she couldn’t stop a little laugh bubbling out of her. He was so cute.

Lucy shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I think it’s stupid as well.”

Niall let out a breath of relieve. “Good” he kissed her sweetly, right on the lips. “I think it’s time for some dessert now. Sit and I’ll go get it from the kitchen.”

Before he could make a step, she grabbed his wrist and shook her hand. “I’m going with you.”

It was silly, incredibly so, but she didn’t want to spend a second without him, not tonight. He just looked at her with one of the fondest expressions and led them to the kitchen, their fingers intertwined. He got out a cake from the fridge and cut it, while she just looked at him. Her fiance. She was still shocked and in awe of the man, who wanted to spend his life with her. Niall grabbed two plates in one hand, the other grabbing hers and coming back to the dining room. Instead of seating back in their chairs, he sat on one and pulled her to his lap, giving her a plate, stretching a hand with his plate around her, then placing a small kiss on her temple before digging into the cake.

“Did you suspect anything? Cause you looked quite surprised, but I worried I might have pushed it a bit too far with all the gifts and stuff…”

“I suspected something, but not this. Honestly. And every gift kinda surprised me. I had no idea what you were planning, but proposing didn’t even cross my mind” she admitted. It wasn’t that they’ve never talked about it, the future, their future. They did, there were things they planned, they intertwined their lives, were building one together. And it’s not that she wasn’t ready for that commitment, she was ready to be his fiance, and then wife. It just wasn’t something she expected, somehow. “But now it makes perfect sense. And I’m the happiest ever. I love you, baby”

He grinned at her even more. “Me too, Lulu. I’m the luckiest man in the universe.”

She couldn’t help herself and kissed him. It was sweet and tasted of frosting. And she hoped to always remember this exact moment.

~~~

“Can I hear the speech?” she asked him later that night, when they were lying in bed. They spend the whole evening wrapped in their bubble, always touching each other and stealing kisses. “The one you said you had prepared?”

“Umm… Yeah.” Niall seemed a little nervous. He was open and romantic, it usually came quite easily to him, but sometimes he grew a bit anxious of being too soppy. He propped himself a bit and looked at her to gain some confidence from her shiny eyes that he could see even in the almost dark bedroom. He took a deep breath and started. “Lulu, putting feelings into words is kinda my job, but it’s near impossible to explain how you make me feel. I’ve been trying for three years now and still struggle. Because you make me feel like no one and nothing before. You are my sunshine, my anchor, my biggest supporter. You are my everything. I know this year was incredibly hard, for both of us, but obviously for you more than I, but in a way I’m seeing the light in the situation and am grateful that it happened. Because it let us both prove to ourselves how much we mean to each other. It showed that we can go through anything that life will throw at us. That we stand by the other no matter what, always. What we have is special. And I promise to always cherish this, us, but mostly you. The wonderful, incredibly strong and persistent woman that you are. I keep thinking that it’s impossible to love you more than I already do, but then another day comes and you just prove me wrong. Please, let me love you more and more every day for the rest of our lives. Please, spend your forever with me. Marry me, Lulu.”

By the time he finished they both had eyes cloudy from the tears. Lucy couldn’t even get any words out, so she just pressed her lips to Niall’s and hoped he’ll understand. Hoped he’ll know how much this all means to her, how much she loves him. And deep down she knows he will, he can see right through her.

“I love you. So much” she whispered after a while, when her breathing was coming back to normal and the tears stopped rolling down her cheeks and into her hair. “There’s something I want to say to you too, baby. Something I wanted to say for a long time.” She caressed his cheek and then the space between his brows, when he pulled them together in slight confusion. “I want to thank you for a moment, a long time ago, when you said you loved me, for the very first time. And I didn’t say it back. I need to thank you for how wonderful you acted then, I wanted to for a long time, but the moment was never right.”

Niall shook his head slightly and grabbed his hand that was still on his cheek. “You don’t have to thank me for that” he said, like the whole thing was absolutely no big deal to him. And in a way, she knew it wasn’t. She thought back to that day, when he said those three magical words and all she did was kiss him for a while. And then she said that she wasn’t there yet. She could have maybe said it back, but it wouldn’t have been true (it would, cause in her heart she did already love him, but in her brain she wasn’t sure). She was falling for him, she felt stronger about him and them every day, but telling someone you love them is a big thing. You can’t rush this, and she wanted to be completely certain. She wanted to feel like she had to get it out, had to let him now, how much he consumed her heart. She was honest with him back then, incredibly so, and that was probably one of the reasons why he reacted so well. Because she didn’t sweep the whole situation under the carpet. She let him know how important he is, how he makes her feel and that her feeling for him are growing rapidly, but have not reach that point yet. And he was perfectly fine with that. Because falling in love is an individual thing. He falls in love easily, fast and hard. But everyone has a right to go at their own pace. All he wanted from her was honesty. And she gave him exactly that. He also said he’d rather wait and have her say it back when she’s ready, when it’s honest and she’s sure that’s how she feels, than have her say it now just for the sake of saying it back. “You know it was alright, I would never push you to do anything. And hey, you said eventually. Besides. I knew you loved me.”

“Wait, what? You knew I loved you? How if I didn’t say it?” she looked at her fiance bewildered.

“Yeah” Niall confirmed with a proud smile. “I could kinda see it in your eyes. And, I don’t know, you just made me feel your love, I guess.”

“You’re something else, Niall Horan” she admitted burying herself into his body, at what he just laughed, but also wrapped his arms closer around her.

“Hey” he said after a while, when he noticed her breathing was evening out a bit, meaning she was slowly falling asleep. “I kinda have another question for you.” Lucy raised her head to look at his still smiling face, and then raised her eyebrows to prompt him to say more. “Will you move in with me? I guess now that we’re engaged it’s maybe not too soon, eh?”

She couldn’t help but laugh. That was the question that crossed her mind when she got all those gifts today.

“Of course. I would love to.”

Niall’s smile grew bigger, if it was even possible. “Yeah? I figured we can live here, or we can get another place if you’d like, that would be totally ours. Or maybe we can live here for a while and then get another one for after the wedding or something…” he was babbling a bit, so she put a hand to his shoulder to get his attention.

“I like this place. It already feels like home. Maybe we could get a new one later on, we’ll see. Ok?”

Niall nodded his head and kissed her behind her ear, which made her giggle.

“Ok, one more thing” he said after a minute, which made her laugh again, because he just kept surprising her. “Not a question this time, though. But I’ve made arrangements to come to Australia with you. If you’ll have me.”

She was leaving right after New Year’s to play two smaller tournaments there and then the Australian Open. She was excited, cause she always loved the atmosphere there, but was also dreading it a bit, because that’s where she fucked up her knee last year. She played since then, came back in September, but was still a bit nervous.

“I’d love for you to come. But don’t you have an album to finish?” He was working on his new music for longer than usual. He came back from LA to be with her, when she had to undergo her knee surgery and then she had a rehabilitation in London, so he was with her here, during everything. Which she was unbelievably thankful for, because she wouldn’t be able to do it without him, but it meant he put his music on a bit of a backburner. For her. He made quite a lot of sacrifices for her, she was aware of every single one. Truth was, his schedule was way more flexible than hers, she could choose which tournaments she played, but there wasn’t a lot of room to change things. So he was the one who planned his tours and press junkets around her. Coming to America when she was playing there for a month. Or planning a European leg of the tour for the time when she had tournaments there. Just so they could be closer, fly only a few hours to see each other. Someone might say it wasn’t fair, that both parties should sacrifice themselves in a relationship. But that’s the only way they could work right now. She knew Niall didn’t really mind, and she also knew that it would change in a few years. She didn’t plan on playing longer than 3, maybe 4, maximum 5 years. She would still be around 30 years old, could play longer, but she didn’t want to. Her knee problem was a horrible thing, but it also put a lot of things into perspective for her. At that time she felt like it was the end of the world. Tennis was her life. But when emotions died down a bit and after some hard conversations with Niall, she realized there were a lot of other opportunities. Now, she had a bit of a plan. She wanted to open a training centre. And she also wanted to start a tennis management company, especially to help young girls trying to make it. Niall knew it all, he was the one who told her it’s absolutely possible and offered his help. He also made a little joke of how they’re both gonna be sports managers, him with golf and her with tennis. It made her excited about the future outside the court. And she never was before. And it wouldn’t happen without him. Because she was also excited about her future with him, when she would stop playing and travelling constantly. It made her excited about flying to Los Angeles and New York with him, visiting him in the studio and sitting in the audience of the talk shows he would be doing there, and following him on tour. Her time to make sacrifices and adapt her life to his will come. And when it will, she’ll be more than happy to.

“Yeah, but it can wait a bit longer. Don’t worry about it too much, I’m thinking about bringing Julian with me, doing it old school, recording in hotel rooms” he smiled reminiscing about the old days with the band. “Besides, it’s our actual anniversary exactly a day after the Australian Open, I can’t let us spend it apart on the other sides of the world.”

“I love you” she said for probably the thousandth time today. And yet, she could have said it a thousand more.

~~~

The last month, month and a half, was the absolute best of Lucy’s life. The guy of her dreams asked her to marry him, she spent wonderful Christmas surrounded by both hers and Niall’s family, had a great small engagement party for their friends (another surprise from Niall) and then had a great three weeks in Australia, not only playing some of her best tennis, but also having the love of her life by her side. Her parents and Mia also flew to Melbourne, to watch her play the semi-final and then the final of the Australian Open. It was still surreal to her. She was in two Grand Slam finals before her injury, in Wimbledon and US Open. She never won though. And now, it was her biggest match since coming back. She had an amazing support system and she was really happy with her play. So whatever happens, happens, that’s what she thought to herself stepping on court for that final time in this city this year. She was actually proud of herself she got this far anyway, and of the level she was able to play at. She got out and just did her best, left everything she had on that hard court. And apparently, it was enough.

The whole stadium erupted when she hit the final winner. Winning the game, set, match, and the whole tournament. She was a Grand Slam champion. One year ago, when she was laying on a hospital bed, unable to move her leg, she did not think this would happen, ever. But it did. She fell on the court, her mind still not registering what just happened. After a second, she got up and went to the net to congratulate her opponent. She knew her, they’ve played a number of times before, she was the one who beat Lucy at Wimbledon final, actually. She also knew her just from tour, they’ve spoken a couple of times, she was a nice woman, just two years older than Lucy. She then turned to the crowd and her eyes filled with tears. She could hear the loud claps and roars, could see almost entire stadium standing up, for her. She risked looking at her box, seeing her dad with his arms around her mum, who cried her eyes out, almost like her daughter was about to, saw Mia clapping and sending her kisses when she noticed Lucy looking their way. But most importantly, she saw Niall, standing in the first line, just next to her coach, clapping relentlessly with the biggest smile and the most proud look on his face she’s ever seen. He wasn’t even that proud when the entire arenas where singing his songs back to him. That’s how much each other’s success meant to them.

She couldn’t help herself and run towards them, barely able to reach for any of them, cause the box was quite high, but her dad held her hand, while Niall bent down and kissed the crown of her head, even though it was sweaty.

“You’re a champion, Lulu” he said softly, but surely, like he always knew this day would come. And she actually thought that maybe, somehow he did. Cause he always had faith in her, even when she lost hers. And that made her want to cry even more.

She exchanged small shakes of the hand and half-hugs from the rest of her family and team, cause that’s all she could reach and then returned to her seat to compose herself even a little bit.

The ceremony was a bit of a blur, main sponsor talking, she remembers some nice words of her opponent and then, it was time for her to speak.

“I’m still incredibly shocked, so please excuse me, if I’m not gonna be very coherent” she started, which earned her a small laugh from the audience. “I want to thank everyone who contributed to this tournament, all the judges, ballkids, everyone working backstage, and most importantly, all the fans. You always give me so much support and energy, I really love coming here and playing for you, so thank you. I really want to congratulate Simona, it’s always a true challenge playing against you, you’re a great player and thank you for making it a good show, at least I hope it was.” Another audience laugh and a smile and nod from her opponent. Now it was time to really speak from her heart. “This might be a bit long, so sorry, but I have a few things to say. It means so much to me, because as you probably know, I wasn’t able to play here last year, I’ve messed up my knee just few days before the start of this tournament, so just being back here now, let alone standing here as a winner, means the absolute world to me. Special thank you to my incredible team and my family, cause the past year was not easy, I know I wasn’t easy to deal with, so thank you for not losing your faith in me and standing by my side through it all. And thank you for your hard work and endless support all these years, I hope they paid off. But the biggest thank you to my fiance, Niall,” it was the first time she called him that publicly, until now their engagement was between them, their friends and family; she automatically reached her hand to touch the ring that was hanging around her neck, hidden underneath her shirt, she couldn’t wait to put it back on her finger, “he’s too modest to accept it, but I would not be standing here if it wasn’t for him. Thank you for picking me up, when I couldn’t get up myself. For always having faith in me and not letting me give up,” she saw his cheeks were red, but he was smiling. “If it weren’t for him, I would have quit playing a year ago, so thank you for being my rock and absolutely biggest supporter. And thank you for being here with me today. I love you.” Lucy wasn’t a fan of public display of feelings and affection, but she couldn’t help herself in that moment. What he did and what he meant to her was too much to just keep those feelings inside. And she knew Niall didn’t really mind, cause he blew her a kiss. “This means the world to me, thank you, and I’ll hopefully see you next year” she ended her speech, feeling the tears springing to her eyes once again.

It all was so surreal. She truly was living her best life. And it was only the beginning.

~~~

On the day of their anniversary, two days since Lucy’s big win, they’ve decided to officially go public with their engagement. Sure, there was a bit of a buzz regarding their relationship after she called him her fiance in her winning speech, but they didn’t comment on anything yet, but now they finally wanted to acknowledge the new chapter in their lives. And what better way to do that than on instagram. So in the evening, after they spent the day walking around Melbourne, enjoying the city, they’ve sat down to post. They both chose a similar picture, taken on the day of her win, in the locker room. They were stood next to each other, Lucy half a step before Niall and were both holding her trophy, her with her left hand, so the ring was visible. On the picture she was gonna post they were both smiling, while on the one Niall chose, he was kissing her cheek and her eyes where, what he called “a shining delight”.

“Are you ready?” she asked him. She was lying on their hotel bed, while he was sitting on the sofa. They’ve decided not to show each other the caption before posting, but wanted to put it up for the world to see at the same time.

“Yeah” he said looking up to her with a huge smile. She always loved that about him, his smile, it was so contagious, and she was just happy it was present on his face so often. “You?”

“Yup. On three?”

“One…”

“Two....”

“Three” they said in unison and hit post.

@niallhoran: This amazing woman won the biggest trophy. Many more to come. The most hard working, persistent, strong, brave and loving human I’ve ever met. Can’t wait to call you my wife, but fiance will do for now. Happy three years Lulu.

@lucebarker: The best person to share successes with. And everything else too. Just the best person, period. Thank you for lighting up my life for three years and all those to come. Can’t wait to share a last name with you, Mr. Horan.

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The Most Dramatic Season Ever - Week 6

Summary: It’s your time now! You are ABC’s new Bachelorette and this is your journey! All these men (including our fav BoRhap boys and then some) are competing for your heart! Will you find love? Will you get engaged at the end? Or will you end up heartbroken? Find out, on the most dramatic season ever!

Word Count: 10.1k (this one’s a DOOZY)

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A/N: A note on the names in this chapter! So, I went with Ben’s family name being Hardy since we all know him with that name. I understand that in reality, his parents would be Mr. and Mrs. Jones. And with Rami’s sister, I couldn’t get a confirmation on whether her name is spelled Jasmine or Yasmine so I went with the J spelling because that was what I saw first.

Warning(s): Mentions of racism.

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Week 6 here we go!!!

Your first hometown date was with Ben in Sherborne, UK. You met him at the center of the town, which was small and quaint. But you liked it. Especially once you saw Ben walking over to you. You ran to him and leaped into his arms. He caught you with a laugh and a sweet kiss.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, shaking his head. “In Sherborne.”

“I can’t believe it either,” you replied. “But I’m so happy that I am!”

“Me too,” he agreed as he set you down. “I thought I’d just give you a bit of a tour so you can see where I grew up before we head to my parents, yeah?”

“Sounds perfect!”

He took your hand and started down the road. At the end of the street was a vintage car. It was a black convertible, like you’d seen in old movies. It looked glamorous.

“This,” Ben said, walking up to the car. “Is our ride for the day.”

“Are you serious?!” you cried. “Oh my God!”

“Glad you like it,” he chuckled.

“I love it!” you told him.

He opened the passenger side door for you and you slid in. Then he walked around to the driver’s side and got in beside you. He looked at you, smirked, and then started the engine. He looked so sexy behind the wheel you had to turn your attention to the road so he wouldn’t see you blushing.

He drove slowly. There wasn’t much traffic, anyway, so you really could see all the places he was pointing out to you. He showed you the church he attended as a kid. Where he went to primary school. The tree under which he had his first kiss. It was all so sweet. It was all so Ben.

“I wish you could be here in October sometime,” he said. “We’ve got the Pack Monday Fair, which is always a great time.”

He told you about the fair and all his fondest memories, especially attending with his father. You were melting.

“So, how often do you get here to visit your family?” you wondered.

“As often as I can,” he said. “I’m all the way in London, and it’s not like I’ve got weekends off. But I definitely get here for special occasions and holidays.”

“Do you think you’d want to settle down here?” you asked. “When you’re ready to start a family?”

“As much as I love it here, I’d rather stay in London,” he said. “There’s more opportunity there and more diversity, which is something I want my children to experience. But believe me, they’ll be coming here to visit Nan as often as possible. My mum can’t wait for me to have kids, so she’ll be all over them.”

You giggled. “I like that. I want an involved family.”

“You might regret saying that one day,” he joked.

You drove on, and by the end, you felt you had seen almost the entire town. You stopped at the store to pick up a bottle of wine and some flowers for his mother, before at last going to the house. It was a cozy little home, and it looked inviting. You took a deep breath before starting up the driveway.

“Nervous?” Ben asked.

“A bit,” you admitted.

“Don’t be,” he said and kissed your cheek. “They’re gonna love you.”

Before you could argue, he reached out and opened the door, allowing you inside first.

“Hello!” Ben called.

Seconds after his voice rang out, a swarm of people were upon you. All rushing to hug Ben and get a glimpse of you. He introduced you to his mother and father, and then to his aunts and uncles who were there. His grandmother remained seated on the couch, so you all made your way back to her so Ben could say hello.

“These are for you,” you said to Mrs. Hardy, handing her the wine and flowers.

“Oh, thank you, darling,” she replied. “They’re beautiful!”

You smiled as she disappeared into the kitchen to put them in a vase. Then Ben’s father approached you. You smiled and shook hands again.

“Y/N, right?” he asked.

“Yep, that’s right,” you told him.

“Come on, let’s get you a drink,” he said.

“Won’t say no to that,” you replied.

You followed him into the kitchen. Mrs. Hardy had already set out the flowers on the counter, and she was fussing around the food, which was evidently almost ready. Mr. Hardy poured you a glass of wine and handed it to you.

“Thank you,” you said.

Ben’s parents were surprisingly easy to talk to. You offered to help his mother with dinner, but she insisted you just relax. His father was a lot like Ben. A bit reserved, but friendly. So you chatted with them for a bit while Ben got caught up with the rest of his family.

When dinner was ready, you all sat around the dining room table. Mrs. Hardy served up a delicious meal, and then told you all to “tuck in.” You had a great time during the meal. His family was funny and warm. They welcomed you with open arms. You felt comfortable with them immediately.

“So, Y/N, can we have a chat?” asked Mrs. Hardy once the plates were clear.

“Of course,” you agreed.

You followed her to the sitting room. You sat together on the couch, and she gave your knee a maternal pat.

“How’s it all going?” she asked. “With Ben, that is.”

You smiled. “Ben and I have something really special,” you told her. “He told me that he’s falling in love with me, and I feel the same. Which I’ve told him.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said. “Has he told you that he’s never been in love before?”

“He has,” you said. “And I’m still a little worried about that.”

“Worried? Why?” she asked.

“Well, because I don’t want him to feel like there’s more out there,” you said. “Or to get confused. I don’t want him to wake up say, ten years from now and wonder if he made a mistake because he didn’t really know what he was doing.”

“I don’t think you need worry about that,” she said. “Ben is...a unique man. He’s struggled to find love because he’s quite aware of his feelings. He has told me about girls he’s gone with and expressed things like ‘Mum, I liked her, but I don’t think she’s the one,’ or ‘Mum, she’s beautiful, but I can’t go forward just because we’re attracted to each other.’ If he’s falling in love with you, then he means it. He isn’t confused.”

“That’s a relief to hear you say that,” you said. “Because I just wasn’t really sure if he knew. But you’re right, Ben is a self-aware person, and I have faith that what he’s telling me is true. I did promise him I’d never doubt him.”

You explained to her what Luke had once said about him.

“That’s ridiculous,” she scoffed. “Ben’s honest and kind. And, Y/N...he’s ready. He’s ready to find his partner and settle down.”

“I think he’d be a wonderful husband,” you told her. “And I suppose I have you to thank for that.”

She giggled and took your hand. You smiled at each other.

Meanwhile, Ben was talking to his father. They stood out on the back patio, each smoking a cigarette. You didn’t like that Ben smoked, but he did it pretty rarely since he was an athlete. And he also told you it was his goal to quit by the time he had children.

“So, Benny,” Mr. Hardy said. “How’re you feeling?”

“It hasn’t been easy,” Ben said. “I’ve...well, I’ve fallen in love with her.”

“Has she fallen in love with you?” Mr. Hardy wondered.

“She says she’s getting there,” Ben told him. “But there are still three other guys.”

“They good blokes?”

“Yeah, actually, I like them a lot. Consider them friends, even.”

“That’s good, it shows she’s got taste,” Mr. Hardy joked.

Ben chuckled. “Yeah. I’m just worried. I want to tell her that I love her. But I don’t want to get my heart broken.”

“There’s no way to fall in love without taking that risk,” Mr. Hardy said. “If you love her, love her with everything you’ve got. Pursue her. Let her know why she should choose you.”

Ben smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”

You switched parents, so Ben went to speak to his mother, and you went to speak to his father. You looked at Mr. Hardy and saw Ben’s features in his face. It was like looking through time and seeing Ben as an older man. Only, Mr. Hardy had brown eyes. Ben got his eyes from his mother.

“Can I ask you how you feel about Ben?” Mr. Hardy asked.

“I care a lot about him,” you said. “He’s probably the sweetest person I’ve ever met and...well, I’m falling in love with him.”

“He’s not hard to look at, either,” he joked.

“Well, he gets it from somewhere,” you returned, pointing at him.

He laughed.

“You seem like a nice girl,” he said. “I think you’d be a good wife to Ben, if that’s what you both want. I’m just happy if he’s happy. And he seems quite happy with you.”

You looked at Ben through the window, where he was sitting with his mom.

“You guys must miss him a lot,” you said.

“Terribly,” Mr. Hardy said. “But once again, he’s happy.”

“I’ve so appreciated you welcoming me into your home,” you said. “A home as loving as this shows me what I can expect from Ben. Thank you.”

He opened his arms to you, and you gladly accepted them.

Inside, Ben was telling his mother exactly what he’d told his father. That he was in love with you and was nervous about telling you.

“I agree with Dad, darling,” Mrs. Hardy said. “I think if that’s what you’re feeling, you should be honest with her.”

“It’s just scary since...well, I’ve never done it before,” he said. “How do I…” he trailed off with a sigh.

“Do you think it matters to her how you say it?” she asked.

“No, I think she just wants me to be honest,” he returned.

“Then there you have it, love,” she said.

The night wound down and it was time for you to go. You said fond goodbyes to Ben’s family and he walked you out to the van already waiting for you.

“Today was such a great day,” he said. “They really seemed to like you.”

“I really like them,” you told him. “You have a great family, Ben.”

“I hope you come back,” he said.

“Me too,” you replied.

A beat passed. Ben pulled you into a tight hug. Then he lowered his lips to your ear.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and gave a small squeeze.

“It means so much to hear you say that,” you said.

You desperately wanted to tell him that you loved him too. Because you did. But you knew it was a bad idea. All you could do was convey how you felt through the embrace. And then when he kissed you...it was nothing like the way he’d kissed you before. This was something else entirely. It felt more like a promise.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he said.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” you told him.

With that, he opened the car door for you. You slid into the back seat and smiled at him once more before he closed it. He stood on the street and watched you go, feeling like you were taking his heart with you.

Your next hometown date was with Gwilym. Like Ben, he currently lived in London, but his hometown was Sutton Coldfield, where much of his family still resided. Gwilym had told you a little bit about his hometown, so you were excited to see it in person. You met him at Sutton Park.

He looked dashing where he stood waiting for you, despite only wearing a sweater and jeans. You ran up to him and he caught you in his arms. He planted a warm and welcoming kiss on your lips. You held him a little tighter.

“I’m so glad you’re here, cariad,” he said as you parted.

“I’m glad to be here,” you replied.

“I figured I’d show you Sutton Park,” he said. “It’s a staple of the town and quite lovely on a day like today when we’ve got nice weather. Fancy a walk?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed.

He offered you his arm, which you took. It really was a pleasant day, with a rare bit of sunshine. As you walked, he told you who you would be meeting that day. His family kept it small, so it would just be his parents and siblings. Gwilym was the youngest. It was difficult for you to picture him the youngest sibling, since he always struck you as mature and grown up. He assured you that his childhood was normal, and that he and his siblings were very close now that they were all adults.

You walked together in the park for about an hour. Then he told you there was another stop to make before going to his parents’ home. You emerged from the park, walked another fifteen minutes or so, and then you saw it - a library.

“Since you saw my personal collection, I thought I’d show you where I first gained an appreciation for literature,” he said. “Right here at the Sutton Coldfield Library.”

“I can’t wait,” you told him.

He smiled, took your hand, and led you inside. The library looked fairly typical. It wasn’t grand or beautiful, but it had some charm to it. You tried to imagine young Gwilym poring over the books, trying to decide the one he’d like best. You smiled at the thought.

You were just about to tell him so when a distraction in the shape of a little girl came hurtling over, throwing her arms around Gwilym’s legs. She was maybe six years old. Her blonde ringlets settled against her face.

“Mr. Gwilym, you’re back!” she cried, clutching a handful of his jeans. “We’ve missed you!”

You blinked, shocked at the sudden appearance of the girl, but even more surprised that she knew Gwilym and was comfortable enough to hug him so tightly.

“Hello, Rosie,” Gwilym replied, patting her head. “I’ve missed you all too.”

Suddenly, more children emerged from a section you saw was the children’s library. Their little faces lit up at the sight of Gwilym, and they all followed Rosie’s example of throwing themselves on him. He laughed and then saw your bemused expression.

“I come home twice a month to read to the kids,” he told you. “To give back to this place.”

A little boy had clamored onto Gwilym’s back.

“Where’ve you been, Mr. Gwilym?” he wondered with a pout.

“Well, you see, children,” Gwilym said, nodding toward you. “I’ve met someone very special.”

In a swarm, they detached themselves from him and walked over to you, staring. You bit back a laugh.

“Hey, kids,” you said kindly. “I’m sorry for keeping Mr. Gwilym away.”

“You’re pretty,” Rosie said. “Are you Mr. Gwilym’s girlfriend?”

“I am,” you told her.

“Are you gonna get married?” asked another girl beside you.

“Maybe!” you said.

You met Gwilym’s gaze as the children demanded more information and you did your best to answer them. A future with him was suddenly much clearer.

“Alright, everyone leave Mr. Gwilym and his friend alone,” said the librarian, an elderly woman with her silver hair in a long braid down her back.

“Hello, Joan,” Gwilym said warmly, bending down to kiss the woman’s cheek.

Joan smiled at you as Gwil introduced you and she asked how everything was going. You told her it was all wonderful, and Gwilym agreed. Then Rosie returned and tugged on Gwilym’s pant leg.

“What are you going to read for us today?” she asked.

“Oh, Rosie, I’m sorry, we just popped over to say hello,” he told her. “We don’t have a story today.”

Tears shone in her big, blue eyes and you nearly started crying yourself.

“Please,” Rosie begged.

“Please!” the other children echoed.

“Read them a story, you monster,” you teased, punching his arm lightly.

“Alright, I’ll read you a story,” Gwilym said. “If Miss Y/N reads it with me.”

“Please, Miss Y/N!” they cried.

You laughed. “Alright, then,” you agreed. “Story time it is.”

They all cheered, returned to the children’s library, and settled into the back corner. It was a cozy little set up, with bean bag chairs and cushions and stuffed animals everywhere. A wide bench was placed under the window, where the reader would sit. The kids picked out a story while you and Gwilym took your places.

He started off the story, and his enthusiasm was not something you had seen him yet. He did voices, he made faces, anything to amuse the children. They giggled and snickered, enjoying themselves to the fullest, and totally riveted by him. You were too. You knew you were reading the words and doing your best to be convincing, but your mind was on Gwilym and how impressed you were with him. It showed you how much he valued learning, and the kind of father he might be.

When the story was over, you had to say goodbye and head to the Lee household. The kids were sorry to see you go, but their parents were arriving to pick them up. Gwilym even knew their parents, and said quick hellos before guiding you out and down the street.

“That was….” you trailed off. “So amazing. I feel like every time we’re together, you show me a new side of you. And I think that one is my favorite.”

He chuckled. “I just want to give back to the next generation,” he said. “Maybe they’ll go on to be great writers or professors. Maybe they won’t. But no matter what, they’ll support their local library.”

“You’re the actual sweetest, you know that?” you said.

He only laughed before throwing his arm over your shoulder and leading you away.

For the evening, you went to his parents’ home. It was a bit larger than what you were used to seeing in the UK, but looked inviting. You met Gwilym outside, and he hugged you tightly. You did your best to return it with the flowers and wine in your hands.

“Are you ready, love?” he asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied.

“Let’s go in.”

Together, you walked across the threshold as Gwilym called out to his family. The first person to round the corner was his father, who wrapped his son up in the friendliest bear hug. His brothers and sister were not far behind. His mother approached you first.

“Hello, dear,” she said kindly. “I’m Ceinwen. It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you replied. “I’m Y/N.”

Gwilym introduced to his father, Tom, his brothers, Geraint and Owen, and his sister, Rhiannon. They were all very friendly and gave you hugs as they met you. You followed them into the kitchen, and as you walked, you observed your surroundings. This family was undeniably Welsh, and proud of it. Gwilym told you that both his parents were from Wales, and he connected strongly to that heritage. Seeing the home, you understood why. You envied that connection a little bit.

“You have such a lovely home,” you said to Ceinwen. “Thank you for having me.”

“We’re glad to have you,” she replied. “Come, sit down for dinner.”

It was already on the table when you arrived, so she said you had perfect timing.

“I’m relieved,” Gwilym said. “We got a bit delayed at the library.”

“Oh, did you take her to see the children?” Ceinwen asked.

“I did,” he told her. “We had a wonderful time with them, didn’t we?”

He looked over at you and took your hand. You beamed.

“We really did,” you said.

They asked how your day was overall, and you were excited to tell them that it was great. You always felt like you could gush about Gwilym. His family exchanged happy glances at your every word.

After dinner, Rhiannon asked to speak to you. You happily agreed and followed her into the sitting room. You each took a seat on the couch.

“How’s this whole process been for you?” she asked.

“It hasn’t been easy,” you told her. “I’ve had to make really difficult decisions, but I’m just following my heart the best I can.”

“How many men are left?” she wondered.

“Including Gwilym, there are four,” you said.

“And how are you feeling about him as compared to the other three?” she pressed.

You swallowed. “That’s difficult to say. I sort of have to compartmentalize each relationship and evaluate it on its own strengths or weaknesses. I know that Gwilym and I have been strong since the beginning. He’s really opened up to me, as I have to him, and we’re falling steadily in love.”

“And has Gwil expressed his feelings for you?”

“He’s told me that he’s falling in love with me,” you said. “Which made me so happy because I’m falling in love with him too.”

“Have you told him that?”

You shook your head. “I haven’t. But I plan on letting him know soon.”

“As long as you’re honest with him, he’ll be honest with you,” she said with a smile. “Gwilym’s reserved, but not afraid of the truth.”

“I definitely see that about him,” you agreed. “We’ve always been totally honest with each other.”

You smiled at each other. You spoke to his parents next. His mother sat on the couch beside you and his father in a chair across the coffee table.

“Can I just start by saying what a wonderful man you have raised?” you began. “Honestly, Gwilym has been such a dream and completely unafraid of the risk involved in this. He’s great.”

They both grinned.

“Thank you,” Tom said. “We hope that means you’re feeling strongly for him.”

“I am,” you assured him. “I told Rhiannon that I’m falling in love with him.”

“That’s wonderful,” Ceinwen said. “He told us the same about you.”

“Now, there are still other people involved in this,” Tom said.

“I know,” you said. “But believe me. I care so deeply for Gwilym. The last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt him.”

“You must understand,” his mother said. “As his parents, that’s our worst fear. After he lost his fiance, he was a wreck. I don’t want him to return to that.”

“I understand,” you assured her. “I will do what I can to keep him from that. But please understand my position as well. I can’t make any promises right now.”

“Right, of course,” Tom said.

You chatted a little longer, and you once again told them how much you admired Gwilym. Meanwhile, he was talking to his siblings.

“So, how are you feeling about her?” asked Owen.

“I’m falling in love with her, for sure,” Gwilym answered. “I really could see her being my wife.”

“But you’re not completely in love?” questioned Geraint.

“I dunno if I could say that with other men involved,” Gwilym replied. “I want to be down on one knee before I give myself that completely.”

“She seems like a great girl, Gwil,” Rhiannon added. “You two seem compatible. She’s got a good head on her shoulders. But are you sure you could propose after just a few weeks?”

Gwilym looked at his wine glass and swirled the deep purple liquid around, just for something to do while he considered this question.

“You all know how seriously I would take an engagement,” he began. “I think, if within the coming weeks, Y/N and I find ourselves at that point, then yes. I could see myself proposing.”

The siblings all exchanged a look. If he was that serious about you, they would support him.

Overall, Gwilym’s hometown went well. It wasn’t as smooth as Ben’s, but given Gwilym’s history, you understood his family’s skepticism. Even so, they seemed genuinely happy for him. As Gwilym led you out, you swung your clasped hands with joy. He smiled at you.

“Gwilym,” you said. “You told me back in London that you’re falling in love with me.”

“Yes, I remember,” he said.

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that….I’m falling in love with you too,” you said. “Hard and fast.”

His smile widened.

“I’m happy to hear it, cariad,” he replied.

With that, he turned you toward him and pulled you in for a kiss. His lips pressed into yours with a need you had not felt from him before. His gratitude for your validation was deeper than you thought. Perhaps his feelings were as well.

When you broke apart, you coiled your arms around his neck and held him close. You stood there for what felt like hours. Despite everything you had been through with him, and the beauty of that moment on the London Eye, this was the most romantic moment you felt with Gwilym. Just you and him. Outside his childhood home, knowing each other without even speaking.

“You need to get going,” he finally said.

“I wish I didn’t,” you replied.

“I do too,” he agreed. “But there’s more to this journey.”

You stood on your toes and kissed him again.

“I’ll see you soon,” you whispered.

“I can’t wait,” he replied.

He walked you to the car and opened the door for you. With one last kiss, you got in. As you drove away, you felt your heart breaking without him.

After Gwilym’s hometown, it was time to leave the UK and head back to the states. Your first stop was in New York for Joe’s hometown. He was from Hyde Park, which you knew nothing about. You were excited to see it though and understand Joe better.

You arrived at Hyde Park and met Joe on what appeared to be a random street. You sprinted to him, eager to be in his arms. You had missed him desperately while you were apart. He caught you and spun you around with a laugh before he kissed you.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” he said.

“I’ve missed you more,” you returned.

“Wanna bet?” he shot back.

You laughed. “What are you going to show me today?”

“Hyde Park isn’t exactly known for tourism,” he said. “We’ve got the Vanderbilt Mansion, sure, but other than that we’re just your average town.”

“So, are we going to see the mansion?” you wondered.

“Actually, I thought we’d do something better,” he said. “Come with me.”

He took your hand and began to lead you down the street. This community was clearly close-knit, as several people stopped Joe to talk to him and catch up. He introduced you as his girlfriend and they all smiled happily for him. Finally, you stopped outside a restaurant. The name on it was Mazzello’s. You grinned.

“Your family’s restaurant!” you cried. “I’m gonna get to see it?!”

“Absolutely!” he returned. “My brother, John, has been handling things since I’ve been away, so he’ll be the first family member you meet.”

“I can’t wait!”

You followed him inside. A wave of voices overtook you as Joe walked through the door. It seemed his whole family had surprised even him by showing up at the restaurant. His mother was there, as were his brother and sister. His nieces and nephews raced to hug him and he miraculously scooped all of them into his arms.

There were hugs all around. The Mazzellos had spared no one in coming to meet you. Joe’s grandparents were there. His aunts and uncles. Family friends. Even restaurant regulars. It showed you how well Joe was loved in his community. It made you love him even more.

Joe introduced you first to his mother, Virginia, his sister, Mary, and then his brother, John. They were all thrilled to meet you. As you made your way through the crowd to meet everyone else, you felt there was a missing piece. When you looked over at the counter you realized what it was. A picture of Joe’s father hung behind the register.

You turned your eyes to Joe and saw that he was looking at it too. He shook his head and then looked at you.

“Come on,” he said with a small smile. “Let me show you the kitchen.”

“Alrighty,” you agreed.

You walked with him behind the counter and into the back of the restaurant. The kitchen was huge, with everything you could ever need to make Italian food. And it was authentic. Joe showed you where they made dough, how they turned it into noodles or pizza crust. The massive cooler for all the fresh vegetables. They also had a garden behind the restaurant where they grew their own herbs.

“Joe, this is incredible,” you said, still looking around in awe.

“My dad was dedicated to being authentic,” he said. “So we’ve kept it the way he started it.”

“You shouldn’t change a thing,” you told him.

You were alone together in the kitchen, so he took this opportunity to pull you into his arms. He held you for a long moment, and you felt him shake as he released a breath. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him gently.

“Thanks,” he sniffled. “Being back is just bringing up a lot of emotions.”

“I’m here, baby,” you said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Come on,” he said. “I’ve gotta show you how to make all this.”

“We’re gonna cook?” you asked, surprised.

“Course,” he said with a wink. He tossed you an apron. “You gotta learn if you’re gonna be a part of the family.”

You smirked. Then you tied the apron on, rolled up your sleeves, and got to work. His family joined you to help out as well, and Joe took every moment he could to flirt with you. When he showed you something, he stood behind you and put his arms around your waist. If he helped you get something, he reached over you, putting his chest to your face. If he was passing you and no one was around, he gave you a light pat on your ass. You had never had so much fun.

Together, you and the Mazzellos prepared a huge meal for everyone there to see Joe and meet you. Joe’s family was just as fun as he was. They poked fun at him - in the most loving way possible - and welcomed you warmly. As you all sat down to eat, Joe said a quick prayer. Then you dug in to the food.

“Oh my God,” you moaned as you took the first bite. “This is delicious!”

They laughed with you. Sharing a meal with them was like nothing you had ever experienced. Everyone at the table got a say in any discussion, even the children. In fact, Joe frequently consulted them. It seemed that Uncle Joe was a popular person. Many people had questions for you, and Virginia made a special effort to make you feel included. Not that she had to try too hard. You already felt like one of them.

After your meal, they opened a bottle of wine. When the glasses were distributed, you made a toast. Then, Virginia pulled you aside. You followed her to one of the small tables on the patio and sat across from her.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she said. “Joe’s been talking about you since he got home and we were all so anxious.”

“I’m glad I don’t disappoint,” you replied.

“Never,” she said. “All I want is for Joe to be happy. He’s been burned in the past and I just want to protect him.”

“Of course you do,” you returned. “You’re an amazing mother. I can’t promise you that Joe and I will end up together because I’m not sure how this will go yet.”

“How do you feel about Joe?” she asked.

You took a moment to form a response. There were so many things you admired about Joe. His humor, his wit, his good heart. The way he made you feel understood and loved. The way you could rely on him. Tears suddenly stung your eyes.

“Oh!” Virginia gasped when she noticed. “Well, then. That tells me all I need to know.”

“I love him,” you choked out anyway.

It felt good to say it to someone. You were in love with Joe. But he hadn’t said it to you, so you weren’t sure about saying it to him.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said graciously.

She paused a moment before continuing.

“It’s funny, seeing you two together,” she said. “I’m reminded of myself and Mr. Mazzello. The way you seem so at ease with one another and have fun. But behind all of it...I see the depth of what you feel. I know you’d be there for him when things got rough, just as he would be there for you.”

“Joe has been the most solid connection I’ve had,” you said. “He’s never let me down. Truly, Mrs. Mazzello, I see a future with him. Especially after today.” You took a moment to take a breath since your emotion was threatening to overwhelm you again. “I see it so clearly.”

“I’m touched that he means so much to you,” she said, opening her arms. “Come here, Y/N.”

You melted into her and let out a small sob. It hit you so suddenly how much you loved Joe and it had caught you off guard. When you settled down, she wiped your cheeks before kissing them. You beamed at each other.

Joe spoke to his mother next, while you went to chat with his siblings. Virginia took her son in her arms and held him for a quick moment before they sat down together.

“So, how’d it go with Y/N?” he asked.

“Wonderful,” she replied. “She cares for you, Joe.”

“I hope so,” he said with a chuckle.

“No, listen to me, honey,” she said. “I asked her point blank how she felt about you. And she started to cry. You mean a great deal to her.”

Joe flushed, both pleased and distressed by his mother’s words. He hated that you had gotten upset, but he was also touched by the sentiment. He had confessed that he was falling in love with you. Was now the time to tell you that he was there? He was so madly in love with you that he’d do anything in the world for you?

Inside, you had begun talking to Joe’s siblings, but his nieces and nephew quickly interjected.

“What’s your favorite thing about Uncle Joe?” you asked them.

“He’s fun!” his oldest nephew cried. “He always plays with us when the grown ups are being boring.”

“What’s your favorite game to play with him?” you asked.

“Tickle monster!” they all agreed.

“Do you want him to get married?” you wondered.

“Yes!” said his niece eagerly. “That way he can have babies too, and we’ll have even more cousins to play with!”

“Do you wanna have babies with Uncle Joe?” asked his other nephew.

You blinked, a bit taken aback. Then you smiled.

“Very much.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw John and Mary grin at one another.

All too soon, the sun went down and it was time for you to go. You said warm goodbyes to everyone before Joe led you out to the car that was waiting for you.

“What a great day,” he said, before leaning forward and kissing your forehead.

“It was wonderful,” you said. “Do you think if we asked nicely, they’d let us do it again?”

He chuckled. “Afraid not, babe. But hey, I’ll see you again soon.”

You looked into his eyes. He felt the brutal urge to tell you now that he was fully in love with you. He opened his mouth to let it out, but then closed it again. Something in his heart was telling him to wait.

Your brow furrowed. You were hoping Joe would say “I love you.” When he didn’t you were a bit disappointed.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said absentmindedly. “Yeah, I just...I had such a good time today and I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you too,” you said.

You rested your head against his chest, not ready to let him go. You got a sudden burst of bravery.

“Joe, I -”

You stopped yourself. Why were you hesitating?

“Yes?” he pressed.

“I...I really am gonna miss you.”

His face fell, and you felt terrible. Why was this so hard to say? Perhaps because it meant so much.

“I’ll see you at the rose ceremony,” he said with a smile.

He kissed you once more. Then he opened the car door and you slid inside. You whispered a tearful goodbye to him, which he returned. Then he closed the door. The driver started down the street. You hung your head in your hands.

“That was stupid,” you said to the camera. “I should have just told him.”

Little did you know, Joe was giving himself the exact same lecture. His only regret in the journey so far was not telling you just then that he loved you. He hoped it didn’t cost him a rose.

From New York, you flew back to Los Angeles for Rami’s hometown. The first three had gone so well, you had high hopes for the last. Rami’s family lived in Sherman Oaks. Most of his extended family was in Egypt, so - like Gwilym’s hometown - you would just be meeting his parents and his siblings. You were a bit nervous going in, since he had mentioned that his sister was protective.

All nerves melted away when you saw him. You surged forward to get to him and planted an enthusiastic kiss on him. He laughed into it, and held you tight.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he said.

“I’m glad to see you too!” you returned.

“I know you’re familiar with Los Angeles, so I wasn’t sure what we could do today,” he said. “But I thought of just a tour of where I grew up.”

“That’s perfect,” you said. “The whole idea is to get to know you better.”

“Awesome, let’s get started!”

For your tour of Rami’s corner of Los Angeles, you had scooters. They were ridiculously fun, even though frightening at first. Rami took you all over Sherman Oaks. He showed you his high school, where a few big name actors had also attended. He took you around his neighborhood, pointing out houses where his friends once lived, and the times they had together. You stopped at a park, where you got some ice cream and sat on a bench together.

“So, it seems like you enjoyed growing up here,” you said.

“I did,” he replied hesitantly.

You frowned. “What is it?”

“Y’know, growing up here was amazing,” he said. “But after 9/11, things changed. People say California is so progressive and welcoming, but after that happened, my family was treated differently, even here.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said, taking his hand. “That’s terrible.”

“We stopped speaking Arabic in public,” he said. “We tried even harder to assimilate. My father took down the Egyptian flag we used to hang outside. Even though we aren’t Muslim...or from the country that attacked that day...we were Middle Eastern enough for people to suddenly suspect us.”

“I don’t even know what to say,” you told him. “That’s just...horrible. And so brutally unfair.”

“It is,” he said. “Eventually, things settled down again, and our neighbors warmed back up. But it was never really the same. In school, I always felt like I was struggling. Having to tell people how to pronounce my name, only to have them butcher it or say it with some offensive accent. It wasn’t easy.”

He took a deep breath.

“But I’m really proud of my heritage,” he said. “I am Egyptian. No matter the generation or where I grew up. It’s part of me.”

“That’s beautiful, Rami,” you said. “You should be proud.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he replied. “I just wanted to tell you this because my hometown isn’t all great memories. Parts of growing up were very difficult for me. And I wanted you to understand.”

“Believe me, I’m glad to listen to every part of how you grew up,” you said. “The good, the bad, and the ugly. I want to support you and help you through it.”

“You’re amazing,” he said.

“You’re even more so,” you returned.

You kissed him with a smile.

You didn’t stay out too much longer before you headed to his parents’ home. It was a decent sized suburban house, and you hoped his mother would appreciate the flowers. Rami told you to skip the wine because his parents didn’t drink. Out of respect for their home, you decided you would not partake while there. Rami told you how much he appreciated it.

When you walked up to the door, you gulped. You were always nervous right before meeting them. Then Rami kissed your cheek swiftly before opening the door.

As soon as you were into the foyer, Rami’s brother crashed into him.

“Rami!” he cried, engulfing him into a hug.

Though he and his brother were twins, they had their distinctions. Rami was slimmer and just an inch or two shorter. Sami was broader with a more relaxed air about him.

“Oh, this must be Y/N,” Sami said as he released his brother. “I’m Sami. It’s nice to meet you.”

You shook his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Sami, are they -” Rami’s sister, Jasmine, came into the hall and stopped herself. “They are!”

She went to Rami and hugged him similarly to Sami. His parents appeared behind their daughter and grinned at the sight. You went over to them and offered the flowers.

“For you, Mrs. Malek,” you said.

She grinned. “Thank you, Y/N.”

His father also shook your hand before calling his children back with him to the kitchen. Mrs. Malek, whose name was Nelly, put the flowers into a vase. Mr. Malek, whose name was Said, checked on something in the oven which smelled delicious. You told him so and they thanked you.

“So, how’s it been so far?” Sami asked. “Been anywhere exciting?”

“We’ve been to Asheville, North Carolina,” Rami said. “Then we went to London.”

“Oh, I love London,” Jasmine interjected.

“It was amazing,” Rami told her. “And after that we went to Killarney, Ireland.”

“How fun!” Nelly said.

“We had a great time in Killarney,” you said, looking fondly at Rami and recalling your magical one on one date.

“It was beautiful,” Rami agreed. “Especially the company.”

He put his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you as you giggled. You caught a disgusted look on Jasmine’s face, which discouraged you. You had the sense that she would take a while to warm up to you. Unfortunately, you only had one evening to change her mind.

Rami’s parents were incredibly kind. His mother was already teaching you some Arabic as you helped her prepare more food. It was just simple words here and there, but she told you that you were doing a great job. Meanwhile, Rami spoke to his siblings in the living room.

“Rami, I hate to be the wet blanket here,” Jasmine said. “But what are you doing?”

“Enjoying an evening with my girlfriend and family,” he replied. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve known this girl barely two months,” she continued. “All while she’s been dating thirty other men.”

“I know what I signed up for,” he said.

“I still don’t understand why you even signed up,” she snapped.

“Hey, calm down,” Sami said. “Love happens in crazy ways. Who's to say this isn’t how it’s meant to work out for Rami?”

“Because it’s ridiculous,” Jasmine said. “How can she really love you if she is also falling in love elsewhere? And what about your career?”

“What about it?” Rami demanded.

“Don’t you think you should wait for marriage and a family until you’ve established yourself more as an actor?” she wondered. “This is a huge commitment.”

“We’ve talked about it,” he said. “She knows that we could balance it.”

“Probably not the way she’s thinking,” she said. “I saw her on the last season. This girl is ready to settle down properly. Is that something you want?”

“We can talk more about it,” Rami said. “Right now, all I need for you to do is be my sister and support me.”

“I am doing that,” she said. “And one day, you’ll see just how much.”

With that, she swept from the room. Rami scowled.

“She’s making some good points, Rami,” Sami said.

“No, she isn’t,” Rami argued. “This is something Y/N and I have already discussed and worked out.”

Sami sighed. “Alright then.”

Dinner was ready within the next few minutes. It went smoothly. You liked Rami’s family and the way they interacted. Teasing and fun, but with lots of love. Rami was clearly the apple of his mother’s eye especially.

When dinner was over, Jasmine asked to speak to you. You were glad for the chance because you wanted to be close to her if it was you and Rami at the end of this. Together, you went out to the back porch and took seats on the cushioned wicker furniture.

“Y/N, I want to start by saying that I don’t have a problem with you personally, but this process makes no sense to me,” she began.

“I understand that,” you said. “It’s difficult for lots of people to understand unless you’re in it. But it’s just a way for people to find love. Like any dating app or even the traditional stuff. It just happens to be on TV as well.”

“But the expectation is not traditional,” Jasmine said. “The idea is to get engaged after just two months.”

“It seems fast, but believe me, the feelings are real,” you told her. “What I feel for Rami...that’s real. Whether other people understand it or not.”

“But you also have real feelings for three other men,” she pointed out.

That stung. You understood why the families were concerned about this. They didn’t want their loved one to be the one to get hurt. But this was the process that you all signed up for, and you were growing tired of this being thrown in your face.

“I do,” you said. “But every relationship is different.”

“So, tell me what you and Rami have discussed about life outside of this,” she said. “You know he wants to be an actor.”

“He already is an actor,” you replied. “We’ve talked about how we would balance schedules with each other and if we have children.”

Jasmine sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Then she looked at you, a hard expression in her eyes.

“Rami is ambitious about his acting career,” she said. “Now isn’t the time for him to be getting married and starting a family.”

You wanted to flare up and scream at her, but you held back.

“Don’t you think that’s something Rami should decide for himself?” you countered.

“Y/N, listen to me,” she said. “I’m not saying this to be a bitch. I’m saying this for both your sakes. Let’s say this goes well and you and Rami get engaged. If you have to wait for his acting career to take off before you can be a mother, you are going to resent him. If he sacrifices his aspirations in order to stay where he is and be with you, he is going to resent you. He’s not ready.”

“Why would he come on this show if he’s not ready?” you challenged, trying not to let her words take root in your heart. But you couldn’t deny the truth of them.

“Probably because - like anyone - he does want love,” she said. “But he’s not ready for the commitment you want from him.”

You let that sink in. Tears welled up in your eyes. You were still falling in love with Rami, and hated the thought of saying goodbye to him.

“Excuse me,” you said, getting up from your seat.

You walked out into the yard and around the side of the house, sniffling. A tear slid down your cheek. This was the last thing you expected from his family. For them to tell you that even if you and Rami love each other, these things would get in the way. It hurt so much to hear because Jasmine was right. You were afraid of resentment building if either of you had to wait for your dreams.

“Hey.”

You turned and saw Rami standing there, a little winded and looking concerned.

“What did she say?” he demanded when he saw you crying.

You broke down and told him. He heaved a sigh and pulled you into his arms.

“Y/N, don’t listen to that,” he said. “We can figure out how to plan our lives after an engagement. We don’t have to get married and have kids right away, we’ve got a lot of time.”

You pushed him away.

“Is that what you think I want?” you asked. “To just be indefinitely engaged? Without a plan? To basically be dating each other after this?”

“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “I understand you want a serious commitment, and I’m willing to give that to you if I have to.”

“If you have to?” you questioned. “Rami, I need someone who really, really wants that. I’m upset because I think Jasmine is right. We don’t want the same things going back into the world after all this.”

His eyes filled with tears too. “I want you, Y/N. I love you.”

You blinked and looked at the ground. “I don’t know if that’s enough.”

He sucked in a sharp breath at your words, and you couldn’t look at him.

“So...what do we do?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you whispered.

You stood there a brief moment, wondering where to go from here.

“I’m not ready to say goodbye,” you said.

“I’m not either,” he said.

“At least we can agree on that,” you said with a humorless laugh.

Another beat passed.

“I need to go,” you said. “I have a lot to think about.”

“Y/N, please…” he trailed off.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I just have to go.”

With that, you walked out to the front of the house. You couldn’t say goodbye to his family like this, not when you were falling apart. Alone, you went to the car that was waiting for you and climbed into the back seat, closing the door behind you. As you pulled away, you looked into the camera.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” you said. “I really just don’t know.”

The next day, you woke still conflicted. You had a rose ceremony that night, and you had to decide who to send home. Rami’s hometown date had been the least successful, but it opened your eyes to what might happen if you went down this road with him. But you also felt confused about Joe because of the moment before you left and he didn’t tell you he loved you. But Gwilym hadn’t either. The only one you were sure was getting a rose so far was Ben. His family was sweet, and you had no doubts about where you stood with him. You were absolutely ready to move forward with that relationship. The others...you had to consider and weigh your options.

You were meeting the men back at the Bachelor Mansion, where the journey began. Chris stood out front, where you had been night one to meet the men. The remaining four were arriving one by one before going into the rose ceremony.

Joe was the first to arrive. He smiled at Chris as he walked up to shake his hand.

“Joe, how are you?” Chris asked politely.

“I’m feeling pretty good,” Joe answered. “I think my hometown could have ended better, but I hope that’s not enough to lose a rose tonight.”

“Well, good luck, my friend,” Chris said. “Go ahead inside.”

“Thanks,” Joe replied.

He walked through the house and into the courtyard. He stood to one side and looked at the little table with just three roses on it.

Rami arrived next. He couldn’t smile just yet.

“Rami, how’re you doing?” Chris asked.

“I’m anxious,” Rami said. “Things didn’t go well on the hometown date and I...I wish I had more time to talk to her before all this.”

“If the connection is there, she knows how to move forward,” Chris said. “Go ahead inside and good luck.”

“Thank you, Chris,” Rami said.

He followed Joe’s path. He finally grinned when he saw Joe and the two embraced. Then Rami spotted the roses and swallowed, wondering if he would get one.

Ben was third to arrive. He had a wide smile on his face.

“What’s up, buddy?” Chris asked as they shook hands and clapped each other on the shoulder. “You look happy.”

“I am happy,” Ben said. “I think things went really well, so I’m feeling confident about tonight.”

“That’s great to hear,” Chris said. “Go ahead inside and best of luck to you.”

“Thank you,” Ben replied.

He walked into the courtyard and he was pleased to see Joe and Rami already there. He gave them both quick hugs before taking his place in line.

Finally, Gwilym arrived. He straightened his tie as he stepped out of the limo and approached Chris.

“Gwilym, how are you?” Chris asked as they shook hands.

“I’m nervous,” Gwil admitted. “But I think everything went well enough. I just hope she feels the same way I do.”

“I hope so too,” Chris said. “Go ahead in and good luck.”

“Thank you so much,” Gwilym returned.

He too made his way to the courtyard, where the other three men stood. They all embraced him when he arrived, but quickly resumed their spots. Things had changed between them now that it was more serious. They all considered each other friends, and they respected one another, but there was some tension now. They waited.

You were the last one to get there. As you walked into the courtyard in your gown, you took a deep breath. You had made up your mind, but now you had to go through with it. You were going to hurt someone you cared a lot about - someone you loved - and that was never easy.

“Hi,” you said meekly as you looked at the four men before you. “Thank you all for being so gracious and allowing me to meet the important people in your life. I felt truly honored. I got a glimpse into what the future would be like with each of you, and it really helped me see who has the most potential to be my husband.”

Rami hung his head at these words. Then he looked at you again as you picked up the first rose.

“Ben,” you said.

He let out a sigh and walked up to you.

“Ben, will you accept this rose?” you asked.

“I will,” he replied.

You pinned it to his jacket. You picked up the second.

“Gwilym,” you called.

His body relaxed at the sound of his name and then he approached you.

“Gwilym, will you accept this rose?”

“Of course I will.”

You pinned it on and he kissed your cheek before returning to his spot. Your heart began to pound inside your chest. Chris came out and put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, gentlemen,” he said. “This is the final rose tonight. Whenever you’re ready.”

He let go and you inhaled deeply. The exhale was slow and shaky. With a trembling hand, you picked up the last rose. You looked at Rami and you looked at Joe. Your eyes watered.

“Joe,” you choked out.

Joe’s relief was written all over his face as he walked over to you.

“Joe, will you accept this rose?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even.

“I will, Y/N, thank you,” he replied.

He had to help you put it on since your hands were so unsteady. Then he gave you a quick hug before returning to his spot.

“Rami, I’m sorry,” Chris said. “Take a moment, say your goodbyes.”

Rami was shaken. He had hoped that you could move past what Jasmine said and work through those issues together. Especially since you told him you weren’t ready to say goodbye. And here you were, saying it anyway.

He gave short hugs to the remaining men, who all whispered some words of comfort to him. Then he slowly walked to you. You had tears streaming steadily down your face. You tried to inhale, but you were short of breath.

“Can I - can I walk you out?” you asked through a sob.

“Yeah,” he said gently.

You took his hand and started back inside the mansion to exit through the front door. When you got to the driveway, you stopped and sat him down on a bench.

“I’m so sorry, Rami,” you whimpered. “I just...I don’t ever want to hold you back. You’re so talented and you’ve got so much to give, and I never want to stand in your way.”

“I don’t think you would…” he said.

Rami was numb. He still could hardly believe it was ending.

“I would,” you sobbed. “I want to settle down and have someone who comes home every night to me and the kids, y’know? And with what you want out of your life, that could never be us. As much as I care about you…”

He blinked and you saw a tear roll down his cheek slowly.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said.

“I love you too, Rami,” you replied. “But that kind of love isn’t enough to have a successful marriage between people as different as we are.”

A beat passed and you sniffled again.

“I want you to know that you’re amazing,” you said. “My feelings for you are so deep and so real, and that’s why this hurts so much. You deserve a successful career and someone who can be there for you through it. But that’s just not me.”

“I understand,” he said.

He began to move, as if suddenly gaining feeling back in his limbs.

“This is where we say goodbye, then,” he said.

“Goodbye, Rami,” you returned.

He hugged you. You held him for a moment, but you knew you had to let him go.

“When you win an Oscar, I’ll be cheering for you,” you teased, forcing a smile through your tears.

He chuckled halfheartedly. “Thanks. Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye,” you breathed.

With that, he opened the door and climbed in. You closed it and watched the tail lights disappear through the gate. You let out one final sob and dabbed at your eyes.

Rami, once inside the car, put his head in his hands and tried to breathe. He released a small whine, but kept his face covered. Then he took a deep breath and moved his hands to wipe his face.

“God,” he sighed. “I’m...I hate this. I really wanted to be with her and I hate that she couldn’t see a future anymore. F**k.”

He paused.

“I still love her.”

Back at the mansion, you had your makeup touched up before returning to the three men you had left. Your nose still ran and bit, and your eyes were still red and puffy, but you went to them anyway. They offered sympathetic smiles as you walked up.

“So, um,” you began, voice shaking again. “That was really difficult. But, I really am happy to be moving forward with all of you.”

Joe handed you a glass of champagne. They all already held one.

“Next week is a big week,” you said. “It’s fantasy suites, and where we’re going really is a fantasy.”

“Where is it?” wondered Ben.

“Gentlemen, we are going to New Zealand!”

They cheered and toasted to that. You hoped you were ready for the overnight dates. But you looked at the faces of each of these men and smiled. You were ready. You absolutely trusted them with your heart.

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