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jeontaehui · 3 years

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TAEHEE CUT IN 2020 ENQUETE 20

taehee grabs the pen with curiosity and taps it against the table a few times, “what’s this?”

she places both arms on each side of the paper as she scans the questions, an amused smile growing on her face as she reads further down. “alright, i’ll try to answer this very honestly,” she flashes the camera a dimpled smile, her eyes crinkling into small crescents. “let’s start!”

Q1 Who is the most NEO member of NCT?

“jungwoo, no doubt. he’s so,” taehee swirls her pen around to get her thoughts across since words can only do so much, “you know what i mean? yeah, it’s jungwoo.”

members who chose her and why:

mark “even if i’ve been with her for- is it 8 years? or 9 years? even if i’ve been with her for that long, she always has a new side of her to show so, that’s why i think she’s neo.”

sungchan “she’s such a cool person. i haven’t practiced with her that much during trainee days but i feel like she’s got more to her. i’ll try to get to know her more!!!”

Q2 Who do you think is a hidden dance machine?

taehee hums in thought, “taeil hyung? i’ll go with taeil hyung.”

“he’s very cute when he dances,” she giggles, “i like it.”

Q3 Which member do you think acts cute a lot in a subtle way?

“definitely jisungie,” she writes without a doubt. “he denies it and says he doesn’t want to do it, but he does it anyways... he’s naturally cute, that’s why.”

“our jisungie, our baby jisungie,” she singsongs.

members who chose her and why:

taeil “this is definitely taehee. she says she hates it but she does it in the subtlest way, she doesn’t even notice it.”

mark “she has like... natural aegyo? she acts cute unintentionally, it’s kinda funny.”

haechan “ahh this is noona. she’s the first one that came into mind. the members in 127 all told her that but, she denies it,” he gives a pointed look at the camera, “watch our past videos, you’ll see. our noona is sooo stubborn~”

jeno “taehee noona. although she’ll never admit it, she does it naturally so...”

Q4 Who's someone that you don't know too well right now but want to get to know better?

“can i write more than one person?,” taehee looks around but no one was there to answer her, causing her to shrug at the camera. “it doesn’t say in the directions so i’ll just write the people,” she starts writing down three names, “that i think of.”

“shotaro, sungchan, xiaojun — these three. shotaro and sungchan are cute, there’s a feeling of protectiveness...?,” she bites her lip, “when i see them. as for xiaojun, we’re the same age and i think he’s really fun once you get to know him,” she smiles.

“i think we’re still shy around each other,” she giggles.

members who chose her and why:

shotaro “first of all, taehee noona is so cool on stage so i want to learn more from her too. secondly, she’s very nice and friendly. i think that’s why the members like her a lot,” he smiles sheepishly.

Q5 Who do you think will have the best chemistry with you?

“hendery,” she tells as she writes. “when we were recording some of the songs we worked on together, we clicked really well. i think it’s because he’s a funny guy and i like... laughing?,” taehee laughs at her own choice of words, “i think, yeah.”

members who chose her and why:

mark “i think it’s already obvious why. 9 years, dude.”

hendery “taehee is, first of all, so friendly and she gets a long with everyone so well even if she’s shy. and we’ve been hanging out a lot too, so i feel like we’re getting closer bit by bit.”

haechan “contrary to popular belief, we work well together,” he nods understandingly, “and therefore, everyone should be afraid of us.” “but everyone is already afraid of the two of you,” doyoung says as he stands behind him. “then i guess it’s already a known fact.”

Q6 Which member do you want to go traveling with in 10 years?

“dream,” taehee writes without hesitating. “that would be so fun, especially if it was like a reality show or something. even without the cameras, it would be really fun either way.”

haechan casually walks into frame and puts his chin on taehee’s right shoulder, lightly scanning the names she wrote so far. “have you written my name yet?”

“i wrote dream for the traveling question.”

“really? me too!!!,” he then hugs her very tightly, causing taehee’s face to contort into faux pain as haechan’s face was that of affection. “there’s snacks by the way if you want,” he finally lets go, still keeping his hands wrapped around her waist. “okay, i’ll be done in a bit.”

taehee pats haechan’s head before he walks away, a habit nctzens tend to notice between the two.

“OH!!!!,” she claps her hands together before writing down on the paper, “i think it would also be fun if all the ‘99 liners went on a trip too, but i also think we wouldn’t survive on our own. that’s why it’s funny,” she giggles.

members who chose her and why:

mark “we talked about going on road trips lots of times already so, i guess this is it.”

jeno “taehee noona? she’s fun and would plan the trip really well. i think we’ll enjoy our trip just fine if it was up to her. haechan as well, maybe?”

taeyong “taehee because she’s fun to be around,” doyoung whines at his answer. “okay, okay,” taeyong laughs. “doyoung and taehee.”

Q7 Who do you wish to take a walk with late at night?

“jaemin...?,” she thinks, “oh no, wait. maybe jeno? i’ll just write both.” she bites her bottom lip, “jaemin can be calm if he wanted to be. jeno goes with the flow too,” she explains.

members that chose her and why:

jaehyun “taehee because the atmosphere would be nice and... yeah that’s all,” he nods as his dimpled smile turns into a laugh.

jaemin “noona... yeah, i’ll write taehee noona for this one because she’s very chill, you know? chill~ sexy~”

jisung “noona !!!! she’ll treat me to eat late night snacks too, i think. it’ll be fun.”

Q8 Who do you think has the same preference as you?

“mmm not sure,” taehee trails off as she looks side to side. “maybe jaehyun oppa? i think ten hyung also- whatever i’ll just write what comes into mind.”

she ended up writing jaehyun, ten, and jaemin.

members that chose her and why:

jaehyun “we like almost the same things and... bond over these things, that is why i chose her.”

ten “taehee likes dance, i like dance. we think the same, we act the same. there’s this time where we sang the same song at the same time and that really gave me goosebumps.”

Q9 Who do you wish you could switch lives with?

“ooh trick question, literally three people came into mind,” taehee laughs. “yuta, taeil, and winwin,” she writes.

“yuta oppa because he’s so wise, yet he’s like a child at heart, you know? then taeil oppa because he has such an amazing voice and cooks really well too. and then winwin oppa because he’s very cute and loved by many,” she chuckles.

members that wrote her and why:

jisung “taehee noona? she sees things in so many different perspectives, i think she’s wise? insightful? i like the way she thinks.”

Q10 My favorite NCT member is ...

“jisung!!!! jisung jisung jisung,” she chants. “is this even a question?”

members that chose her and why:

shotaro “she’s been really nice and helpful to me ever since i got here and i think i can learn a lot from her too.”

Q11 Which member had a unique first impression to you?

“haechan,” taehee playfully squints her eyes at the camera after writing the singer’s name down. “we used to fight non-stop, no joke. the only first impression i can think of for him is ‘enemy’ but ‘good singer and dancer’ too. mostly because he wanted to annoy me and i wanted to annoy him.”

“it’s childish, really, for the most part,” she shrugs, “but that’s what got us closer.”

members that chose her and why:

ten “when they introduced her to our team, i was like ‘oh?’ but then she was really cool even if we were so young back then i was like ‘woahh’. she’s really cool.”

jungwoo “the first time i saw taehee, i thought that she was really cute and pretty, like at first you’d think she’s shy and all, but she’s so different when she performs. she puts her all into and i think that’s what makes her cool. i admired that.”

Q12 Who is NCT’s hidden weirdo?

“hidden weirdo....,” taehee hums. “we’re all weird in a way- hendery? i’ll just write hendery because my first impression of him was different as to how i see him now.”

“i thought he was like calm at first but then what should i expect from nct right?,” she laughs and shakes her head, “he’s so funny.”

members that chose her and why:

mark “i’m not joking, she really is. sometimes, off-cam, she’s like jungwoo or jaemin and we all just go ‘huh??’ but it’s like a funny weird not a bad weird,” he shakes his head as he looks at the corner, “ah cute.”

renjun “taehee noona is smart, everyone, but she has her moments. mmm, sometimes i wonder how her brain works.”

chenle “taehee noona....,” he shakes his head as if he were disappointed, “has her moments.”

taeyong “that kid is weird at times. she doesn’t show it on-cam though which makes it even funnier.”

Q13 Who do you want to see everyday?

taehee writes czennies and her parents without explaining verbally. she adds two hearts at the end.

Q14 Who do you think is very interesting?

“jungwoo...,” she writes. “i want to know how he thinks and why he’s so funny all the time even if he’s not doing anything.”

members that chose her and why:

yangyang “taehee noona? she’s very cool and like chill,” he chuckles. “i like her accent too.”

xiaojun “taehee and i are the same age. she’s very talented and down to earth, a lot of people get along with her very well. i think that’s what makes a lot of people become drawn to her too.”

Q15 If everyone became 5 years old again, who would look the cutest?

“jisung- ahh, i’m writing his name down sooo many times.”

members that chose her and why:

jeno “i saw taehee noona’s baby pictures and she was really cute. she was a smiley kid.”

taeyong “her mom showed me a few of her baby pictures and she was really cute. she had chubby cheeks, thick bangs, and on top of all that she smiled so big!!! she was a cute child, really.”

Q16 Who laughs the most?

“mark lee!!!!!,” she smiles. “you can even hear him laugh now.”

“mark has those really memorable laughs. it’s like, even if you don’t hear him laugh, you can really tell from his aura that he laughs a lot. he’s a bubbly kid, it’s cute.”

Q17 Who do you think that has the name that matches their appearance the best?

“hendery,” she nods, “his face just screams ‘hendery’, very prince-like.”

members that chose her and why:

jaemin “‘jeon taehee’ is just jeon taehee. it suits her.”

doyoung “her last name suits her.”

Q18 Who do you wish were your sibling?

“jisung and jeno. i’ve always wanted a younger brother; i’d want jeno to be my older brother.” she puffs her cheeks at the camera before giving it a small smile and writing jeno’s and jisung’s names down.

members that chose her and why:

renjun “she’s very kind but playful. she takes things lightheartedly, you know?,” renjun writes her name down, “and she’s smart too.”

doyoung “any member. maybe, taehee? as long as it’s not lee haechan, i’m fine with any.”

Q19 Which person comes to your mind right now?

“hendery,” taehee gets a feeling she wrote down his name one too many times so she scans the paper to see how many hendery’s are written on her paper.

three.

members that chose her and why:

hendery “we hang out a lot these days.”

mark “jeon taehee who has just passed by a second ago.”

Q20 Who are you the most excited for the upcoming season of 2020 activities?

“shotaro and sungchan !!!!! although the two of them are new, i can guarantee you guys that they have so much to show you guys. please look forward and give many love and support to them as well !!!!”

taehee fiddles with the stamp for a bit after signing the paper, her tongue poking the side of her cheek. she turns to the camera and waddles cutely before the box they were supposed to put the questionnaires in.

“before putting things like these into a drop box you have to make a wish,” she says as she folds the paper. “i wish that our czennies are all doing well during this time and that they are all safe. i also wish for the safety of our members, our staff, and our families. i also wish that our new album, resonance part 2, as well as our other content, will be able to give you guys hope and a sense of comfort while you’re in your homes staying safe,” she smiles as she softly taps the paper against the box. “we’ll see each other soon!!!,” she slightly presses the paper to her lips as if to give it a good luck kiss before dropping it into the box. “bye bye!!!”

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Riding High

Ch25: Keep it Simple

Chapter Summary: The events of Boston behind them, Frank, Fliss and Mary look forward to Christmas…and Frank has a big surprise planned.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut…NSFW and NO UNDER 18s!!!

Chapter Pairings: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: So here it is, the last in the series Riding High. Thank you to everyone who has helped and re-blogged and commended in any way. Do not fear, Frank and Fliss will be back in the next instalment of their adventure Riding On

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 24

If you should ever leave me, thought life would still go on, believe me, the world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me? God only knows what I’d be without you…

"Mary can you just hold on a second, please!" Frank sighed, grabbing the back of her coat to stop her shooting off into the crowd that streamed down the busy Manhattan sidewalk. "But Frank!" she turned and looked at him, her woollen hat jammed down over her ears "I just wanna see the stall!" "Yeah but you can't just run off!" He grumbled and beside him Fliss gave a chuckle. He turned to look at her "who gets so excited about damned wooden tree ornaments?" "Oh hush!" Fliss leaned up to give him a pack, her cold nose brushing his. In retaliation he pulled the front of her baby blue sparkly bobble hat down over her eye and she shoved him in the chest, laughing. "Fuck you!" "Chance would be a fine thing" he grumbled, taking Fliss’ hand as they headed after Mary. "Awww is that why you're grumpy?" Fliss grinned as they walked "Coz you haven't had any in nearly 3 days?" Frank pouted "No." "Liar..." "Ok, look...Frankie has needs..." he whined "I completely over looked the fact hanging out with an 8 year old in the room would be a cock block." "Always the shower..." Fliss teased and Frank snorted. "Yeah, right. Can you imagine? I give it 3 minutes before she came looking for us." "We go home tomorrow. I'll make it up to you then." Fliss grinned and he sighed. "What?" She laughed. "It’s just...you look so hot in all this winter clothing." Frank grinned. And he meant it. Seeing her wrapped up in a coat, hat and scarf had made her look all cute and cozy...and it had done inappropriate things to him for some odd reason. "Hmmm, you know most men get more turned on the less clothing their girls wear." She teased and he grinned. "Yeah, well, I'm not most men" She gave him a smile which he returned with a soft kiss as they stopped by the stall where Mary instantly dived into looking at the array of ornaments. After a few moments of looking she handed Frank one in the shape of a reindeer stag, and a doe for him and Fliss before selecting a robin for herself. "I think they're so pretty." She looked at the bird in her hand "I saw one at Evelyn's over thanks giving." "Ever heard the saying robins appear when loved ones are near?" Fliss asked. Mary shook her head. "No" "Well, I don't know about here but certainly in England we say it because there is an old belief by some people that a robin is a message from heaven, that a loved one is watching over you." "Do you believe that?" Mary looked at Fliss. Fliss hesitated "Well when my Dad's dad died I was 20 and I remember getting up the morning after he died and there was a robin on the fence of the back garden. Bill told me it was my granddad Alex come to check I was ok." "Do you think it was? Really I mean?" "I dunno sweetheart." Fliss sighed "I'd like it to be true..." "Then you should believe it was." Mary said, looking at her "Because isn't that what faith is? Believing something you want to be true?" Fliss looked at Frank who smiled and gave a small shake of his head. She turned back to Mary, smiling softly as she dropped a hand to the back of her head. This kid was unbelievably wise, but with such an innocence behind it all. "Yeah, I suppose it is." Fliss nodded. "Do you think the robin I saw could have been my mom?" She asked, her eyes wide. Frank at that point stepped in, carefully picking an answer that was ambiguous so as not to say yes, but also not dampening her spirits. "If your mom could I'm sure she would come and see you, make sure you're ok." Mary gave a nod, before she turned back to the stall, her attention back on the ornaments. "We need a dog for Thor, and a cat for Fred oh...and a pony for Monty." "What about Cap and Heidi?" Fliss asked, moving to inspect the selection of decorations. "Oh, yeah!" "This is gonna bankrupt me." Frank grumbled, his hands on Fliss' hips, chin resting on her shoulder as he observed the two of them. "Scrooge" Fliss shot back with a smile "Do you think Verity and Bill will like this one?" Mary held up a snowman. "Absolutely" Fliss nodded. "And can I get one for Evelyn?" She asked, selecting a snowflake. Despite the fact that they were now well into the fifty buck range for fucking tree decorations, Frank couldn't help but want to smile at Marys face. She was so thoughtful, the purity behind it all was, as usual, humbling. So he nodded "Sure she will appreciate it." He smiled. He moved to lift her up so she could hand the ones they had picked over to the guy behind the counter who asked Mary what names she wanted on each one. As she told him, he allowed her to sit up on the edge of the little surface, held in place by Frank to watch as he burnt the names into each ornament before he bagged them up and she took them with a thanks. "Our first family tree stuff!" Mary grinned and Fliss smiled, bending down to give her a hug. They set back off towards the hotel, stopping by a burger joint for dinner before they dumped their bags and returned back out for their final evening in the City. Frank had loved every second of their trip, and so had Mary and Fliss. Seeing Mary's reaction to snow and the Christmas lights had been amazing, along with all the bands on street corners, people walking around dressed up. It was magical and he wasn't afraid to let his inner child come out to play either, as Fliss had just found out. "Whose idea was this again?" He asked as Mary was bouncing up and down in the queue. "Yours!" Fliss scoffed as he took Mary's hand in his right "I seem to recall the very visible horror on your face yesterday when I told you I'd never done it before..." "That’s because it's an abomination that someone who's 34 has never been ice skating." "I was a professional athlete." She shrugged "I was banned from doing anything deemed dangerous " Frank looked at her "What do they consider more dangerous than flying a half tonne animal almost 2 meters into the air?" "Bungee jumping, sky diving, jet skiing, water skiing, ice skating.." Fliss shrugged "just to name 5" Frank shook his head as the queue shuffled forward a little. It wasn't too long now, luckily they had timed it right by arriving 20 minutes or so before the next lot of General Admission to the famous Rockefeller rink opened so there weren't too many people ahead. After another 10 minutes they got to the front and Frank nudged Fliss out of the way as she tried to pay. She scowled at him and he simply rolled his eyes and handed his card over. It wasn't cheap but then, he was in New York. What was? Together they headed onto the ice. Frank, having done it a few times as a kid found his legs fairly quickly and didn't stop himself laughing as Mary's completely went from under her and she landed with a thump on her ass. "Here..." he chuckled, offering her his hand. He pulled her up and moved her in front of him. "Give me your hands..." Mary extended her arms to the side and he took her mitten clad hands in his, holding her in front of him. Fliss was moving tentatively behind him, using the sides for support a little. "Ok slide your right foot forward, like on your roller skates..." Frank said. Mary did as she was told "now left...right...left...right..." He continued his chanting and glanced over his shoulder to see Fliss was concentrating on her feet, her tongue poking out slightly. "You good?" "Yup." She said, raising her hand to give him a thumbs up before she skidded slightly and went down in a tangle of limbs. Letting out a laugh he gently pivoted Mary so she could hold onto the side and offered Fliss his hand. Pulling her up into his arms he held her steady for a moment whilst her laughing subsided. He watched her for a second, her face creasing up into those adorable dimples, eyes crinkled so much they were almost shut and her shoulders shook with the force of her giggles. "I fuckin' love you..." he grinned and she smiled at him. "Back at ya sailor" After another few laps Mary and Fliss had managed to get the hand of it which meant Frank could leave them a little bit as he went off for what he called a proper skate. The girls watched calling him a show off as he crossed his feet and turned, skating backwards a little. Both of them debated sabotaging him and tripping him up but they decided not to, instead they simply pretended they didn't know him, resulting in him grabbing Fliss from behind just beneath the large tree, and spinning her round to face him. "Can I help you?" She teased and he gave a snort. "Yeah, you can... Mary?" He called to her where she was trying to perfect a turn and failing as she almost stumbled again. She looked up and headed over. "Can you take our photo?" "Only if you're gonna kiss..." she replied, making smooching noises. "Well we can’t disappoint her..." Frank shrugged and Fliss grinned, her smile turning into a shriek as Frank quickly grabbed her hips before he took one hand, keeping the other round her back and dipped her so she was bending backwards, planting a sloppy kiss on her lips. She laughed against his mouth as he gave her a wink, before kissing her a little deeper and then setting her upright, his eyes boring into hers which were shining in the Christmas lights surrounding the rink. "Oh that was great!" Mary howled and he turned to face her as she handed his phone back. Frank checked the photo and had to smile, it was a dammed good shot. He showed it to Fliss and she beamed. "A framer?" She asked. "A framer." He agreed. It took them ages to get Mary to finally leave the rink. Even a bribe of hot chocolate, marshmallows and cookies wasn't doing it. Eventually Frank put his foot down and told her it was time to go as it was almost 9pm and they still had that tree to go see before they headed to Central Park for one last walk in the lights. After handing their skates back and retrieving their belongings from the lockers they followed the path to the tree. As they round the corner Mary gasped. "It's huge!" She turned to look at Frank and Fliss, her eyes wide "Oh my God!" Frank smiled kissed Fliss' cheek as Mary walked slightly ahead of them down the walkway that was flanked with smaller trees and the famous lit up trumpeting angels . As they caught her up he slipped his spare hand in his pocket, his fingers curling round the small, leather box inside. The damned thing had been burning a hole in his pocket since he had bought it in Boston just after Thanksgiving. Fliss, Verity and Bill had all stayed for a very pleasant week rounded off with a damned good proper Thanksgiving dinner and the three of them had flown home on the Friday, as Fliss was starting to stress about her business. He and Mary followed on the Sunday after she had been given the all clear to fly after a week’s check up at the Hospital. On his spare afternoon, he'd taken a trip into the city with one goal, and it had been surprisingly easy. The first jeweller he has walked into had a perfect ring, and despite the fact he had visited several others none of them caught his eye like that. So he had gone back and asked the assistant for a closer look. It wasn't a huge rock, white gold and emerald cut with in a pave setting, but everything about it had screamed Fliss. It was delicate and feminine but with a wonderful sparkle just like her. He knew that sounded so lame when he had told the assistant but she has just smiled and told him that if he had that much conviction, it must be right. He had been lost when she asked him what size, but in a sudden inspiration he had remembered the Pandora ring he had bought her when he had gotten his first new pay check as supervisor. He mentioned this to the assistant who beamed and said she could easily size it from that by using a simple conversion chart and told him to come back the following day. His sudden good spirit had fallen as he explained he couldn't do and asked her to see if here was anything she could do, even contemplating taking it and having it sizes back in Florida. But, after the shitty run of events over the last week, his luck was in after she returned 5 minutes later with a slip of paper, informing him it would be ready by the end of the day. When he had told Mary he was going to ask Fliss to marry him, she'd been so excited. She'd asked when, where and when he said he didn’t know she'd given him the most exasperated look on the planet. The only one of his friend who he had confided in, Greg, hadn’t been much help either, simply telling him to do it in a way that meant something to them both. Simply put he just hadn't a fucking clue. He had agonized over how to pop the question. On the boat? Or maybe a sunset on their favourite spot at St Pete's beach? Did he wait for New York? As such, Frank had taken to carrying the ring around with him, waiting for that moment when it felt right. So far it hadn't happened at home and as it stood New York wasn’t faring any better. He had thought about it at the top of the Empire state, but it had been too busy. Then there was a moment in Central Park after they had been snowman building that might have worked...until Fliss had nailed him in the face with a snowball. So they'd had a snowball fight instead. Then when walking over Brooklyn Bridge, the skyline behind them… then when they walked back to the Hotel after seeing the Lion King on Broadway, going the long way round to see the display in Macy's window all lit up...and then that moment before when Mary had taken a picture of them kissing under the tree on the ice rink... but none of it felt right. It didn't feel like the moment for them. But now something stirred in his gut. This could be it. It wasn't too busy, the place was gorgeous, right in front of the tree Fliss had been so desperate to see... Ok Adler, you can do this. Taking a deep breath he pulled the box from his pocket when he heard Mary give a squeal. "Oh...wow! Frankie look..." Fliss' voice was a whisper and she nudged him, pointing to the base of the tree. He followed her gaze to see a blonde haired man down on one knee, presenting a ring to a dark haired woman who had her hands clasped over her mouth. Frank slipped the box back into his pocket and stared at the man as he placed the ring onto his now fiancés finger and did his best to look like he cared when Fliss let out a soft "Awwww" The man looked around excitedly, his eyes falling on the three of them before he asked Frank if he or Fliss would mind taking a photo for them. "Course not buddy, congratulations." Frank smiled. Fucking prick... ***** "It was AMAZING!" Mary gushed to Verity as they walked to the car, Fliss' parents having come to pick them up from the airport. "we saw so much stuff but nowhere near all of it but Frank said we could go back next year in the summer maybe and do a bit more." "Looks like someone else had a good time too." Bill smiled, nodding to Fliss who let out a loud yawn. Frank chuckled "She was up all night, I told her not to have more food so close to bed time." "I wanted a hot dog and a pretzel." Fliss mumbled, "Besides, it's nothing to do with the food...we did a lot of walking." Bill gave a snort "You ride horses for a living, you should be fit enough to walk round New York" "I probably skated about 4 miles too..." Fliss said looking at Mary "Someone wouldn't come off the ice rink" "You been sleeping ok otherwise?" Verity looked at her "I'm fine mum." She smiled "No anxiety?" 'V, she said she's fine so leave it" Bill said gently and Fliss shot a grateful look at her dad. She knew her mum was only concerned but she was fed up of assuring people she was fine. After the attack from John she had suffered a bout of delayed shock which had manifested in a few panic attacks, nightmares, and restlessness at night and on one occasion nausea. Luckily Frank had been brilliant at keeping calm when she had an episode, helping her work through it and the last incident she had suffered had been over a week ago. Once they were all in the car, Frank took the passenger seat after Verity offered it to him, Mary continued to chat all the drive home about New York, Fliss and Frank butting in here and there. They arrived home little after 30 minutes later and Fliss headed up the steps with Mary, Thor almost sending the pair of them flying when they opened the door. "Oh puppy I missed you!" Fliss smiled as she gave him plenty of attention and he kept licking her face, whining and emitting quiet little barks. "Did you miss me? Did you?" "Yerress" Frank did his best Scooby Doo impression as he walked past and Fliss let out a laugh, as she stood up and headed into the living room behind Mary, bumping into the girl as she stopped dead, giving a squeal as she saw the Christmas Tree in the corner. "Mum, Dad?" Fliss called, smiling "I take it you did this?" Frank appeared behind them both, smiling as Fliss and Mary exchanged a glance before they all turned to Bill and Verity who were stood in the doorway. "Well we know how much you like to get your tree up as early as you can and, well we were picking one up for ourselves so we got you one. You don’t mind do you?" Verity, looked at Fliss then Frank. "No, of course not!" Fliss grinned. "Saved me a job." Frank nodded "Thanks guys." "Can we decorate it tonight?" Mary asked "Pleeeeeeeaaaasssseee Frank!" Frank glanced at his watch before giving a sigh, he knew she wouldn't go to bed if he said no anyway so what was the point? Plus she was at the University tomorrow which didn’t start until 10 so... "Ok, but if you so much as grumble tomorrow morning when I get you up you'll be in deep trouble." He looked at her sternly as she stooped to pick Fred up. "Cross my heart, hope to die, we all know Fred's got one eye..." she chanted off, nodding. "We brought your box of decorations from the annex." Verity smiled at Fliss, nodding to the box on the floor. "We thought you could pick what you want to keep now you're combining."

“Speaking of decorations…” Frank said, looking at Mary.

“Oh…yeah…hang on…” She said, running to the sofa where she had dumped her little pink rucksack. She fished out the paper bag they had gotten from the stall and found the Snowman they had bought. With a smile she handed it to Verity who looked down at it, her face curling into a smile as her eyes started to prick with tears.

“Fliss said you wouldn’t mind the names Mary wanted on them.” Frank said, watching carefully.

“Of course we don’t mind!” Bill smiled, picking Mary up to give her a hug “We are Nanny V and Poppa B ain’t that right kiddo?” “Yep!” she grinned, hugging him.

“We’ll save it to hang tomorrow when you come over after school.” Verity said as Bill set Mary on the floor and she hugged her tightly.

After a little more chat Verity and Bill left and Frank instructed Mary to change into her Pyjamas before they did the tree. Deciding that was a good idea, Fliss did the same and before long they were all in the living room. Fliss and Mary going through the boxes of decorations, Frank wrestling with the tangle of fairy lights. How they managed to get so fucking knotted up after simply being in a box for 12 months was beyond him.

He had just about managed it when Thor came over to inspect what he was doing, and dropped straight onto his back on top of the string.

“Thor…get out of it…” he grumbled, pushing the dog who simply rolled over, taking half the lights with him, tangling them round his legs and his tails. “Jesus Christ…stand still…for fucks sake…”

Thinking this was a huge game, Thor started to bounce around, barking, and Frank shook his head. “Fliss, sort this mutt out….” Fliss gave a laugh and dropped off the sofa, calling Thor to her. He sat down, allowing Frank to remove the lights before he stood up, shaking them out. Together the 3 of them wound them round the tree before they made a start on the decorations.

“Frank got me this for my first Christmas.” Mary said, hanging a red bauble which had her name on it. “The glitter has all fallen off it now.”

“We can add more if you want.” Fliss looked at her and Mary shrugged.

“I kinda like it.” It didn’t take them long, and their wooden trinkets from New York were the last ones they hung, Mary ensuring they took pride of place. Frank then lifted her up so she could place the star at the top before they stood back.

“Ready for the big turn on?” Frank asked, grinning. Mary and Fliss cheered and began a countdown from 5. When they hit 1 Frank hit the switch and the lights on the tree came to life. He stepped back, looking up at it, his arm curling round Fliss’ shoulder, his other dropping to Mary as she grinned.

“Best Tree ever.” she smiled.

“Yeah, and now it’s time for the best bed ever…” he looked at her.

“Seriously?” Mary complained

“No moaning, remember?” Frank instructed her. “That was in the morning.”

“Well I just extended it to now as well.” he said, shrugging “Because I can, so get…” “Fine, fine, I’m going…” she grumbled. “Night Fliss.” “Night sweetie.” Fliss dropped a kiss to her head before Mary shot a filthy look at Frank who met her with a passive one of his own.

“I’ll be in in a second.” Frank shot after her, watching as she headed down to the hallway. He turned back to Fliss who was watching the tree, a smile on her face.

“Not exactly up to Macey’s standards…” Frank chuckled and she shook her head.

“I love it.” “It looks like an Elf threw up on it.”

“All trees should be like that.” Fliss shrugged, before she gave his cheek a peck. “Now, you go sort Mary and I’ll get us both a beer.” “Actually…” he said, looping his arms round her waist. “I believe there was something else you promised me tonight…” “Oh, yes, of course, Frankie has needs…” she replied with an almost uncanny impersonation, which made him snort. “Does that mean no beer?”

“No beer.” “You want me to wait in bed.” “Yes I do.” he nodded “Go, I’ll let Thor out and lock up.”

Grinning she accepted his kiss and smiled as she turned around, casting him a quite frankly sinful look over her shoulder which almost had him hard right there and then. Not wanting to wait a moment longer he sorted the dog, locked the door, poked his head into Mary’s room to wish her goodnight, and headed into their bedroom. Fliss was hanging her jeans in the closet after having simply discarded them on the bed earlier, and wasting no time Frank pulled off his T-shirt, tossing it to the side before he stepped up behind her, spinning her round to face him. He pressed his lips to hers, deepening the kiss as he slid his hands down to cup her ass and she smirked into the kiss.

“I like your ass.” he muttered. “I like yours too” she said back, “And your arms”

He laughed and pulled back to look down at her as her fingers trailed up his biceps. “My arms?”

“Yeah, your big, strong arms, and your big, broad shoulders and your stupid, handsome face…” she muttered, pulling him back down to her. In between the dizzying kisses Frank steered her towards the bed, and as her legs collided with the edge he stopped to gently trail kisses across her bare collar bone. His lips found her jaw and then, with a wicked quirk of his eyebrow he reached down for her thighs, and grabbing them he pulled them forwards, causing her to fall backwards as he pitched them both onto the bed. As she laughed he chuckled slightly before he kissed her again, and then it was a scramble to get out of his clothes as fast as he could before he fell back on top of his girl, his hands pulling up her camisole top, lips kissing at the spot just below her ear before he slid down her shorts, his mouth gently kissing a trail up from her belly through the middle of her breasts, up her neck and finally back to her mouth.

Fliss was utterly lost now, in the usual whirl of love, and lust and passion and kissed him back, hard as his hand gently dropped between her legs and he felt her slick against the tips of his fingers as he gently coaxed at her clit, continuing until she was nothing short of a writhing mess clawing at his back, aching for him. They locked eyes as he took her left hand in his, and slowly worked into her, both moaning simultaneously at the sensation, Fliss’s eyes rolling back at the exquisite stretch inside. Frank began to move his hips slowly, deeply, his thrusts weren’t measured in the slightest despite the fact he was absolutely aching for her. He wanted to take it slow, end what had been an amazing trip in the same mood it had started in, absolute pure love.

His mouth moved back to Fliss’s neck, nipping gently at her skin and she let out low moan as he picked up the pace ever so slightly, his spare hand kept hold of her hip, keeping her as close to him as she could possibly be.

“Fuck, Frank, right there…” she groaned as he hit her spot and he smirked slightly, he loved the way she got like this with him, ever so demanding at times, such a far cry from the timid woman he had fallen for the previous year.

“Yeah?” he panted as she gave a soft cry, her body tensing underneath him “Good.” “So good…” she moaned, arching her back. His mouth found hers again and his hand slid from her hip to gently tease her nipple and she rolled her hips to grind up against him, changing the angle slightly causing him to go deeper.

“Lissy…” he panted as he drove into her deeply, slowly, and then again and again, his pace increasing ever so slightly. Every single sense Frank possessed was on fire and he broke the long, lazy kiss that they were sharing to stifle a moan against her cheek when he felt her clench around him, a tell-tale sign she was nearing her release. The sheets rustled underneath and around them both as his hips pushed up against hers, and Frank saw Fliss’ head tip back, her throat bared to him in utter bliss as she came hard, her moans soft and breathy into his ear. Frank picked up his pace slightly, chasing his own end as he pushed her through hers, and when he felt that snake in his belly beginning to unravel, he gave a low grunt which morphed into a gasp as he clung to Fliss, spilling himself into her, his hips slowing to a stop as he collapsed forward. Fliss gave a soft chuckle as her hands gently slid up his back and into his hair, as she moved and pressed a soft kiss to his head.

“I know I keep saying it but I really do fuckin’ love you Cowgirl.” he said, voice muffled as his face pressed into her neck.

Fliss gave a chuckle “I’ll never tire of hearing it Sailor. “

He moved to look at her, flashing her a grin before he caught her mouth in a sweet kiss. **** "You still not managed it?" Greg asked as they stood at the bar, waiting for their drinks. Frank sighed and glanced at Fliss who was sat with Bonnie in the booth, the pair of them sniggering at something. "Do you see a ring on her finger?" He looked at Greg. "No" "Well there's your answer." "What's the hold up, man?" Greg frowned. "Nothing has felt right." Frank sighed "she won’t want a huge fuss in front of people so that basically ruled out all of New York...bar one moment when I thought it was time, in front of the tree at Rockefeller...and then some douchebag went and beat me to it, proposing to his girl whilst we watched..." "You're over thinking it." Greg said, looking at Frank "Take a step back. When are the pair of you at your best? The time you enjoy most, I mean" "Honestly?" Frank shrugged "at night when Mary's gone to bed and we finally sit down and just watch TV or joke around." "Well there you go." Greg shrugged "What, at home?" Frank frowned "Why not?" Greg looked at him "the point isn't to be showy or flashy but to show her you wanna spend the rest of your life with her." Frank pondered this for a moment. Greg has a point. They were at their happiest doing the simple things, spending quiet time together, being fucking normal. Fliss loved it when they curled up and Frank would simply cuddle her close and kiss her head, easy signs of affection that she had craved all through her wreck of a marriage. And Frank loved it too, because it made him feel grounded, time for him to simply be Frank in his own right, the very thing he used to use his Friday night drinking sessions for. Now he could feel it every night, thanks to Lissy…

And then, suddenly an idea came to him, out of nowhere.

Oh, it was perfect! "Greg..." he smiled, slapping the man on the back "you are a genius." "Glad I could be of service." Greg smirked "This means I get best man duty, right?"

Frank smirked at him, shrugging, not giving anything away. His eyes flicked back to Fliss who had now stood up, Simon having returned to the table sliding in next to Bonnie. Frank’s eyes travelled up her bare legs, from her high-heels up to the short little pink playsuit she was wearing, which was printed with black palm trees and other patterns, the small straps settling on her tanned shoulders, the front showing him just enough cleavage. She was wearing a black butterfly necklace that she had bought in New York and her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders in soft curls. Her brown eyes locked onto his and he smiled as he remembered the last Circle Of Truth Christmas outing the previous year, when he had told her he loved her for the first time. And here they were, now 5 days away from their second Christmas together.

“Hey beautiful” he smiled as she reached his side. His arm curled round her and he pressed a kiss to her cheek “You ok?” “Yeah, just thirsty.” she smiled. “Can I get a water as well as my gin please?”

“Sure…” he turned to look at the bar tender who was pulling their drinks together. Once he had attracted his attention and added a bottle of water to the order he turned back to her as Greg spoke up.

“Frank said you enjoyed New York.” “Oh, it was fantastic.” she smiled “Every bit as magical as I thought it was going to be.”

“Good, I’m glad you all had a good time.” Greg smiled “You deserved it after everything that went down.” “Yeah well, he’s banged up now. His brother is going to go down for Endangerment or whatever it is you call it, its’ done, it’s over.” Fliss smiled, “We got the rest of our lives ahead of us now.” “Well, if that doesn’t call for shots then I don’t know what does…” Greg smirked as the bar tender placed their drinks in front of them.

“No, Greg…” Fliss started to protest but Greg cut her off.

“Yes Greg!” he smirked, turning to the bar tender, “Can I get a bottle of Tequila pal and 8 glasses.” Fliss groaned “I’m teaching at 9 am!”

“Dumbass…” Greg looked at her and Frank gave a snort.

“I told you to switch them out…”

“I can’t!” she pouted “I already did for Boston and New York…” “Well…” Greg smirked as the bar tender set the bottle and glasses down in front of him “Looks like you’re doing it with a hangover honey.” “Fuck my life…” **** Fuck my life indeed. Fliss spent the following morning throwing up, groaning once more that she was never drinking tequila EVER again. Frank reminded her of how many times she had said that over the time he had known her and she’d simply let out a huge fake sob and thrown herself face down on the bed again declaring that she didn’t want to adult anymore as it sucked.

The days before Christmas passed in the usual chaos. Presents were wrapped and stashed under the tree, more drinks were had with Friends. Evelyn visited for a few days, which had actually almost pleased Frank a little. She wasn’t staying for Christmas, her arrangements having already been made, but she had hinted that maybe next year she could, to which Frank and Fliss had both agreed. She had been taken with Mary’s gift to her and had laughed out loud when Bill and Verity had presented her with a case of Malbec, the same Malbec she’d smashed a bottle of over John’s head. Her gifts to them both had been a substantial chunk of money, in the thousands, and when Frank had protested at the amount on the cheque she had waved it off as 8 years of owed presents. Mary’s was wrapped so it was placed under the tree for Christmas morning. Evelyn headed back to Boston on the morning of Christmas Eve, Frank and Mary driving her to the airport instead of her driver, where they had both bid her a Happy Christmas and waved her goodbye as she headed off to spend it with her friends in Newton.

After the final preparations were made Frank, Fliss and Mary collapsed onto the sofa for a Marathon of Christmas Films. Mary was, as usual, excited and the copious amounts of chocolate and candy she was shovelling down weren’t helping either, but what the hell, it was Christmas after all.

"You ok?" Frank glanced at Fliss as she sat on the other side of the couch. Love Actually was playing, the final film of the evening before Mary went to bed. Fliss, however didn't look like she was paying attention. "Huh?" She looked at him, blinking. "I said are you ok? You look like you were miles away"

“Yeah, sorry, I was errr…just running through things in my head, making sure nothing was forgotten.” Frank smiled. They were hosting Verity and Bill tomorrow as Steven and his family were at his wife’s parents for this year, flying out instead of the 28th to spend New Year’s with them all. Fliss had asked Frank if they could host, as she’d never had the chance to do that before and of course he had agreed, not least because of the excited look on her face when she had asked.

“The table is set, food and everything is ready to go…” he chuckled, looking at her “Just relax…”

He reached round Mary, his hand gently rubbing at Fliss’ back and she smiled at him, turning her attention to the TV.

20 minutes or so later the film finished and Mary jumped up, grabbing Frank’s hand to make him dance to God Only Knows as the final closing scenes played out. He smiled and picked her up, resting her on his hip as he twirled her round to the song, the pair of them laughing before he eventually dropped her down and told her it was bed time. She scooted off, Fred trotting behind her, his tail swishing as she skipped and Frank headed in about 5 minutes later to tuck her in, before he came back to the living room.

“She wants you to go and say goodnight.” he smiled,

Fliss nodded and stood up.

“You sure you’re ok?” Frank asked.

“Yeah, honestly, I’m just tired.” she assured him. Giving him a kiss she headed up the hall and Frank watched her go before he smiled to himself, and set about quickly putting the last touches to his plan.

She came back about 10 minutes later and he smiled at her as she walked into the room.

“OK, now she’s out of the way…I got something for you...” Frank smiled.

Fliss looked at him before she shook her head, chuckling a little “I got something for you too…Frank, I have-” “Me first.” Frank cut her off.

She looked at him for a second, his bright blue eyes were shining as he grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine…” she smiled, “Ok, you first.” He grinned and then folded his arms “You gotta find it.” “What?”

“It’s hidden, on the tree, and you gotta find it.” Her face lit up as she gave a laugh “You are such a dork!” “Yeah, I know…” Narrowing her eyes playfully she moved to the tree, glancing at it. “Ok so it’s not very big then, seeing as I can’t see it straight away.” Frank shrugged as she continued her search.

“I haven’t put it high up, seeing as you’re a short ass…” “I’m perfectly average for a woman thank you.” “Trust me baby girl, nothing about you is average.” he winked and she let out a snort.

“Charmer.” she grinned, turning back to the tree.

“Ok, you’re miles off…” he said, and she moved to her right “Gettin’ warmer…warmer…ok, yep, nearly there…” Fliss continued to search, and then something caught her eye. There was something shiny handing from the nose of her Doe ornament. She stepped forward slightly, and when she realised what it was her right hand flew to her mouth. Frank’s breath caught in his throat as she spun to face him, her eyes wide.

"You, me and Mary have been hanging out together since August last year now...” he said, clearing his throat slightly “How do you feel about hanging with us forever?" He watched, holding his breath as Fliss' chest heaved with emotion as she looked at him, those brown eyes he could happily stare at all day were full of tears, the hand which had flown to her mouth in surprise was now shaking as it slid to the spot beneath her throat, that dip in her neck that he could nuzzle at forever. "I'll hang with you for as long as you'll have me..." she whispered, taking a deep breath. "Is that a yes?" Frank inhaled sharply and a watery laugh burst through her tears. "Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes!" Frank's face split into a huge grin "shit..." he sputtered before she threw herself into his arms and he lifted her up easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he held her close, kissing her neck. She pulled back and placed a kiss to his lips, long and short pecks being shared as she laughed and he laughed, the pair of them simply lost in the moment until eventually he set her down and with a shaking hand he reached out to retrieve the ring from where it was hanging. Taking her left hand in his, with a deep breath he slipped the diamond onto her finger.

Fliss looked at it, admiring the way the delicate band sat underneath her knuckle, the beautiful diamond twinkling in the lights of the tree.

"Oh Frankie...it’s gorgeous..." she whispered, before she looked at him, taking his face in both his hands and pulling him down for a deep kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." He smiled, kissing her again before he pulled away, his hands linking behind her back.

"I err, got us some champagne." He smiled, "I know it was presumptive of me but figured we could have it tomorrow if you turned me down." Fliss looked up at him, blinking before she took a deep breath “First I need to get you…just wait here…” He released her from his hold and she turned and headed out of the room, Frank watched her go, blinking for a moment before he shrugged and headed to the fridge, the smile still plastered on his face. She said yes!

Not that he had doubted she would, not really, but there had always been that little bit of fright she may have done. But that was all gone now. As he popped the cork on the bottle he found himself thinking about how he would be doing that soon enough on his wedding day. He poured 2 glassed and headed into the living room with them wondering if maybe a late Autumn wedding next year would be nice, October perhaps when it started to cool off slightly. They could do the beach wedding she always wanted, hire a marquee... Lost in his thoughts completely he jumped a little when Fliss spoke his name and turned to look at her as she stood in front of him, the back of his thighs brushing against the sofa slightly. He noticed her hand was in her pocket, clutching something. Playfully he nodded towards it “I assume that’s not a spanner." He chuckled, referencing the joke they often shared and Fliss shook her head, biting her lip. "No it’s a bit bigger than that" With a shaky hand she pulled out a small, white stick of plastic and held it towards him. It took Frank a moment to understand what it was and as soon as he did his eyes widened and he looked at her, then it, then back again.

"You're...we're...no!." he stuttered, reaching out to take it from her. "I found out this morning." Fliss whispered, watching his reaction carefully "I suspected last week but thought it might all be down to stress and stuff but..." "How, I mean..." "I should have started a new pill packet when we went to Boston but I forgot to take it with me. I thought I'd be ok if I started as soon as I got back but..." "There's a baby in there?" Frank cut her off as he stumbled over his words, nodding to her stomach "Yeah" Fliss nodded. "You put it there." Frank's legs grew shaky and he dropped onto the sofa, staring down at the test in his hands.

2 blue lines. 2 blue lines that had just changed his world forever. "I'm sorry, I know this is sudden and I should have been more careful..." Fliss took a tentative step towards him and he reached out, his hands on either side of her hips, gently pulling her t-shirt up. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her belly, his forehead resting just above her navel. "I'm gonna be a dad." he pulled back, his eyes watering. "Frankie, you already are." Fliss said, her own tears once more springing forth. "I know you hate it when I say that about Mary but it's true." He looked at her, a dazed smile split his face into two as he pulled her onto his lap, where she straddled him, and he kissed her, hard, leaving her slightly breathless before he rest his forehead against hers. "Fuck, Lissy." he whispered, his eyes closed "You're cooking a little person..." She spluttered a laugh, nodding, her forehead brushing his as she did. "Was it made in Boston...is that the right word?" He pulled back to look at her and she laughed, brushing her hand through his fluffy hair as his gently reached out to rest against her stomach. "Yeah and most likely." "It's a little Boston Bean" he grinned and she laughed again, pressing her lips to his. "You're ok with it then? I know it's probably not what you would have planned but..." "Ok? Of course I'm ok!" He smiled "I love you and the thought of us making a little person that's half me, half you...fuck, it's amazing." She smiled and nodded, her voice a whisper "I know..."

"There is one problem." Franks said, his arms wrapping tightly around her. "What?" "You just ruined Christmas forever...because nothing is ever gonna live up to this ever again."

****** Fliss, Frank and Mary’s adventure continues in RIDING ON

#riding high #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x original female character #gifted #gifted fan fic #chris evans #chris evans characters

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➜ 1.8k || OT7 || Fluff

➜ When all the worlds collide together.

► This is an ambitious crossover of all the main male leads of my slice of life series. Albeit short, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thank you for joining me for such a long journey. It took over four years, but I’m glad that I was able to complete it and that you, the reader, was along the wild ride with me.

Ringg Ringgg.

The elevator sings as he gets off the right floor. The doors part and he steps out, adjusting the sleeves of his fitted black suit that hug his broad shoulders one last time and brushing a strand of his sleek hair that’s parted to one side away from his forehead.

There’s already a bustle, music and conversations leaking out from the conference hall.

But when Seokjin enters, he isn’t sure where to go.

People are already mingling, holding glasses of champagne, laughing and making small talk. No one greets him and he dawdles around for a second before he decides to approach the harpist playing at the side, right by the entrance.

“Excuse me, do you know who the event coordinator is?”

The long-legged boy lifts his head, fingers still plucking at his harp strings, but he exhibits utter confusion. His black rimmed and gawky glasses are sliding off his nose, coffee brown hair barely combed. But in his polite smile, dimples appear on each side of his cheek. “I actually don’t know, sorry. I’ve been trying to figure out who the event coordinator is too. I’m just a hired college student.”

“Oh. Well, that’s quite alright. Thank you.”

“No problem.” The boy continues plucking, playing a lovely piece to fill the background noise.

But Seokjin is back to square one.

Or at least for only a few minutes.

As soon as he arrives at the refreshments table, he catches someone’s eye and they beeline straight towards him. “Excuse me, are you Mr. Kim?”

Seokjin turns around and finds a smiling man with plump lips, rounded cheeks, and crinkled eyes. But despite the boyish exterior, Seokjin recognizes him from the shows he’s been to. He’s Tony award-winning Broadway actor, Park Jimin.

It was admirable that someone like him, with fame and power, would selflessly host such a charity purely for the betterment of humanity. Everyone these days seems to have ulterior motives, but the man looks to be the exception.

“Yes, I am.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Park Jimin.” The two men shake hands. “I couldn’t thank you enough for being one of the sponsors of our events.”

“It’s my pleasure. Valleyview Kim Hospital will always help support child welfare. If anything, I should be thanking you for reaching out to me. I wouldn’t want to miss out on such a great opportunity.”

The pair of them exchange a bit more conversation before Jimin is leading Seokjin to his designated table.

“This is Jung Hoseok,” Jimin introduces and Seokjin is taken aback.

The man is tall with dark hair, dressed in a fitted suit with his sun-kissed skin glowing. He has high cheekbones with a long nose, mere presence commanding attention. But when he glances up and stands, the natural furrow of his brows seems to soften intentionally like he’s still practicing how to not look intimidating.

“Nice to meet you. I’m a partner of Jung and Park, a divorce law firm here in downtown.”

“I’m Mr. Kim Seokjin, I’m the chief executive officer of Valleyview Kim Hospital.”

“Oh, I’ve been a few times.” The lawyer seems to ease and he smiles.

“Have you?”

“Yes. Fortunately, nothing bad happened but you have an amazing team of doctors on hand.”

“Thank you. I’m glad we were able to accommodate and treat you fairly.”

Jimin smiles and moves onto the next set of people that stood from their seats to greet Seokjin. There’s a plump man who has a wide smile and a younger boy next to him. The latter has eyes the colour of a deep chestnut shade, a softened yet strong gaze. His features are gentle, cheeks rounded, lashes long, hair that looks fluffy to the touch and naturally pouty lips.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you! I am Mr. Min, president of Brilliant Top School. One of the best secondary schools in the country, and this is my son, Min Yoongi. He is a high academic, actually, the Student Council President that runs the internal affairs in our institution—”

“Dad,” the high-schooler calls in a husky voice, eyes drooping as if he’s exhausted and doesn’t want to be here.

Seokjin can empathize with him. Social events aren’t exactly exciting half the time.

“It’s nice to meet you. I look forward to hearing more about your school soon.”

They all take their seats, getting comfortable and Jimin smiles. “Dinner will begin shortly. Feel free to mingle and order any drinks or refreshments. There’s also auctions in the lobby if you haven't already taken a look. Thank you again for coming.”

The charity fundraiser looks like it’s doing well for itself. There appears to be plenty of sponsors from all across the board, different people from all kinds of different industries. Seokjin’s glad that so many can come together for such a great cause.

“Do you know who the empty seats are for?” he asks when curiosity gets the better of him.

The lawyer looks up from his menu. “Apparently, it’ll be where the First Lady is sitting.”

“The First Lady?” His brows raise in surprise.

Hoseok nods. “She was the biggest sponsor of tonight’s event or so I’m told.”

And soon enough, much to the bafflement of Seokjin, the First Lady indeed emerges. There are pictures taken with the hired photographers, people that approach and introduce themselves, shaking her hand. Swarmed by the masses, it seems like she can’t even get to the table without being stopped every few seconds. But eventually she arrives and everyone stands in courtesy.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Kim.”

“Likewise.” She smiles and introduces the boy Jin didn’t notice was behind her. “This is my stepson, Taehyung.”

“Hi,” he grunts half-heartedly. His blonde hair is a mess, clothing rather baggy, and the scruff all over his chin never once gives hints that he’s the wealthy son of a world leader. He doesn’t have brand name clothing, a polished appearance, or luxurious watches to his name. But despite appearing rugged, he looks not that much older than a mere college student.

“Hello.” Hands are shaken, greetings exchanged, but Taehyung doesn’t look like he wants to be here. Both he and Yoongi, with no words said to one another, seem to telepathically exchange mutual respect in that way.

A smile finds itself on Seokjin’s lips — he can still remember when he was that young and unimpressed with the world.

“Thank you for your contribution to this country.” Mr. Min is shaking the First Lady’s hand excitedly. “The funding you have put into education has helped us run so many programs for our students, like our scholarship program. The previous administration was looking to cut education, and it was absolutely terrible! It’s nice to know that there’s someone sitting in office who genuinely cares about the well-being of our children and the future generation.”

The woman is laughing politely, and this time, the principal’s son looks like he has no plans on stopping his ramble and the president’s son doesn’t look like he particularly cares either.

The former grabs his non-alcoholic champagne and downs the whole flute.

Soon, the conversations slow down and the music becomes quieter. The lights dim, and a single spotlight is put on the podium in front of the room. Jimin enters the stage, tapping the microphone once and then he flashes a brilliant smile.

“Good evening, everyone and welcome to the Break the Silence charity fundraiser. Tonight is about helping children find their voices, supporting child welfare in broken homes, and promoting the education of children in need. So, thank you for coming here tonight and aiding this great cause. Without the support and sponsors of tonight, I would’ve never been able to host such an event.”

The Broadway actor continues with his speech, speaking about each of the sponsors for the non-profit fundraiser and the bidding that’s happening in the lobby, and where the proceeds will go. Afterwards, it dials down to a more casual discussion of when meals will be served and when the bidding results will be announced.

“Thank you everyone who came here today to support the cause.” There’s loud applause that erupts through the room and the actor smiles, walking off the stage.

The harp player in the corner continues playing and plucking away at his strings, and promptly enough, the meals are served. Seokjin finds easy conversation with Hoseok. It never goes anything beyond polite work talk but he’s rather easy to speak to and Jin muses that he’s quite professional.

The First Lady is swamped the entire night, so there’s little he can say to her. Her stepson, on the other hand, doesn’t seem like he wants to talk and neither does the highschooler who’s found often texting on his phone with a smile that sometimes sneaks on his lips. His father isn’t bothered enough to ask him who it is on the other side — he’s too preoccupied speaking about the scholarship student program at his institution to other people mingling around.

But eventually, dinner is finished and dessert is served.

Though not before the chef comes out to personally introduce the dish.

“Good evening, I hope you enjoyed your dinner tonight.” The man who approaches has doe eyes and dark hair flopping to the side. His black dress shirt is tucked into his black trousers hugging his muscular frame. Apparently his name is Jeon Jungkook, a World Renowned Chocolatier, or at least what Jimin had commemorated at the beginning and what Mr. Min had whispered about prior to the dish being served. “This is a chocolate ball created by using Amedei Porcelana, a dark chocolate made by the Amedei chocolatier of Tuscany, Italy. The chocolate on the side that you pour onto the ball is a sweeter milk chocolate, and there’s crème brûlée ice-cream inside with truffle shavings.”

“Thank you.” The First Lady picks up her fork.

Mr. Min is in awe. “This is absolutely wonderful.”

And for the first time tonight, Yoongi and Taehyung look like they’re actually alive and not half dying.

“This looks delicious,” Seokjin affirms and Jungkook smiles.

“Please, enjoy.” The man continues on his way, a waiter following behind him and rolling the silver cart to help distribute the desserts.

It’s odd. Seokjin feels a sense of familiarity with these people. And in spite of being surrounded by complete strangers, he enjoys his night wholeheartedly.

The event continues, food finished and the bidding results announced. After a little more mingling, people begin to bid their farewells and Seokjin parts away from Hoseok, shaking the man’s hand once more with a promise that if the lawyer ever needs something from the hospital, then he’s just one call away. It’s an acquaintance-relationship built on mutual respect.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Kim.”

“It was a pleasure.” Jin shakes Jimin’s hand one last time. “Feel free to contact me if you ever plan on organizing an event like this again. I would love to contribute to great causes.”

“I will.” They exchange smiles.

It’s a peculiar night, but not a bitter one.

It’s sweet.

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hobeemin · 3 years

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Memories

🌼 Genre: Romance, Fluff, College AU, f2l

🌼 Pairing: Kim Namjoon x (f) Reader

🌼 Rating: pg13

🌼 Warning(s): Unless you count Monie’s appearance 😁😊

🌼 Word Count: 1.2k

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🌼 A/N: To @editingverse this is a special gift to you :3 Editors deserve just as much credit as writers, if not more.

It started off simple. He offered you his chocolate milk and that alone solidified your friendship. Thick as thieves, two peas in a pod. Practically attached at the hip, you two were inseparable. Kim Namjoon was your best friend in the entire world, your soulmate perhaps, but all you knew then was that life would be pointless without him there.

But the inevitable happened.

You had to move away.

A new job transfer for your mom was the reason for the move. Still, Namjoon made you promise to stay in touch.

“One mind, two bodies, moon child.”

That was your mantra. And for a while, things seemed normal until you got older. The calls and texts became sporadic, emails left unanswered, time moved on and so did you. The best friend you had was now a distant memory of the past.

Autumn had arrived. The vibrant leaves crunched under your boots as you walked through the quad, earbuds in, bobbing your head to your favorite song. Throughout your time in college, you spent much of your time to yourself but managed to collect a tiny group of friends. Deciding that your passion was art, you spent your alone time sketching and painting anything you came across. Wrapping your infinity scarf tighter around your neck, you found a bench off the path and plopped down. Humming to yourself, you set your bag down and pulled out one of your sketch pads and a charcoal pencil.

“What do I wanna draw today,” you ask yourself, tapping the tip of the pencil under your chin.

With a smile, you began to create the shape, adding the shading as you went along. Focused, you hardly noticed anything around while you drew until a fuzzy white blur ran up to you. You jumped in surprise dropping your sketchbook on the ground. In front of you stood a medium-sized dog, wagging it’s nail while his tongue lulled happily.

You plucked your earbud out and gave a laugh.

“Who do you belong to? Your mom or dad isn’t gonna be happy you ran off.”

The dog barked, jumping up to lick your face and you giggled giving him a pat on the head. “You’re certainly friendly. You remind me of another dog I used to know.”

A smile formed as you recalled the name.

“Monie.”

“Monie!”

Your eyes widened as a man jogged around the quad holding a leash. By his expression, he looked distraught. Turning his head his eyes zoomed on the fluffy American Eskimo dog. Scowling, he ran towards you and the dog, tripping over himself. He placed his hands on his hips and stared hard at the dog.

“Monie! You nearly gave me a heart attack. I take your leash off for two seconds and you decide to zip across campus. What am I gonna do with you?! I swear dude. Not cool.”

You snorted, watching him fuss at the dog, not taking any notice of you. You cleared your throat making him look at you for the first time since he ran over.

“Hi. I’m guessing you’re his owner?”

He nodded, a smile forming for the first time. His dimples deepened as he looked away in embarrassment. “Yes. I’m so sorry. He usually doesn’t do anything like this. I don’t know what came over him. Monie just freaked as we were walking.”

Dressed in a light hunter green jacket, white shirt, dark khaki pants, boots, and a maroon beanie, he looked comfortable. He stopped rambling once he spotted the sketchbook on the ground. “Oh, is this yours?”

You nodded picking up the other items Monie knocked over. He picked it up looking over your recent drawing. Nostalgia hit him at once looking at the image. Two children playing under the full moon.

“Moonchild,” he murmured.

Your head jerked up staring at him. “What did you say?”

He pointed to the picture. “Moonchild.”

Your jaw dropped open. “One mind.”

His eyes crinkled as he grinned. “Two bodies.”

You screamed from your spot and practically jumped into his arms. “Joonie!”

He wrapped his arms around laughing. “Y/N! I can’t believe it’s you!”

You pulled away, beaming. “Small freaking world. I can’t...This is...Wow.”

Namjoon nodded in agreement. “I’ll say.” He looked you over, shaking his head. “You look amazing. How long has it been? Jeez, almost ten years.”

“Ten long years,” you mused. “What are you doing here of all places?”

He joined you on the bench, Monie laying between you both. “I transferred here this semester. I start classes soon, philosophy,” he answered happily.

You smiled fondly at him. “I’m not surprised. You were too smart for your own good growing up.”

He laughed, clapping his hands. “I couldn’t help it. You didn’t seem to mind back then.”

You coughed as pink dusted your cheeks. To lighten the mood you poked him playfully in the side. “True, but who was it that got you out of trouble all those times?”

He raised his brow, poking you back. “Touche.”

It was almost as if you both hadn’t been estranged for almost a decade. Getting back into a familiar groove. It felt comfortable. The bell from the clock tower chimed signaling that it was close to the early evening. Frowning in the direction of the clock, you sighed. “Crap I’m gonna be late.”

Namjoon looked at you, trying to hide his disappointment. “You have to leave?”

You sighed as you packed your art supplies. “I’m supposed to meet up for a group project.”

He fidgeted a bit as he turned to face you, taking your hand into his, making you freeze. Your eyes met his, and he began to speak.

“Y/N, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. You were my best friend.”

You felt a pang in your heart as he spoke. You felt the same. Time just got in the way. With some hesitation, you reached over and squeezed his hand. “I missed you too, Namjoon. I regret not staying in touch. And now you’re here.”

He smiled at the warmth coming from your hands. It was something that he missed from when you were younger. It gave him comfort. Now that Namjoon was sitting next to you, he took in your features. Gosh you were beautiful, just like he remembered. Time had been good to you. And he was determined not to let you get away this time.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously trying to come up with the words to say.

“Y/N, I need to say this cause I don’t know if I ever will–listen, I’ve...I’ve liked you since we were kids. The day you left, I had planned to confess my feelings to you, but then you moved and I never got the courage to do it again.” He squeezed your hand gently, those dimples appearing once more. “I-I know this is sort of sudden, but would you consider letting me take you out? I would love another chance to see where this friendship takes us.”

He gazed at you with hopeful eyes with determination behind it. Something that was always present when you were younger. Truthfully, you wanted to see him again too.

“Yes,” you answered.

His smile spread wide. “Really?!”

You nodded. “Of course, but I get to pick the place.”

He poked your forehead gently and chuckled. “Still bossy as ever.”

You leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek sweetly. “One mind.”

He blushed giving you a wink. “Two bodies.”

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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Riding High Ch 25: Keep It Simple

Chapter Summary: The events of Boston behind them, Frank, Fliss and Mary look forward to Christmas…and Frank has a big surprise planned.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut…NSFW and NO UNDER 18s!!!

Chapter Pairings: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

And yes, I know it ain’t Christmas but…well, in my mind it should be Christmas every day!

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter Song: God Only Knows by the Beach Boys

If you should ever leave me, thought life would still go on, believe me, the world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me? God only knows what I’d be without you…

"Mary can you just hold on a second, please!" Frank sighed, grabbing the back of her coat to stop her shooting off into the crowd that streamed down the busy Manhattan sidewalk. "But Frank!" she turned and looked at him, her woollen hat jammed down over her ears "I just wanna see the stall!" "Yeah but you can't just run off!" He grumbled and besides him Fliss gave a chuckle. He turned to look at her "who gets so excited about damned wooden tree ornaments?" "Oh hush!" Fliss leaned up to give him a pack, her cold nose brushing his. In retaliation he pulled the front of her baby blue sparkly bobble hat down over her eye and she shoved him in the chest, laughing. "Fuck you!" "Chance would be a fine thing" he grumbled, taking Fliss’ hand as they headed after Mary. "Awww is that why you're grumpy?" Fliss grinned as they walked "Coz you haven't had any in nearly 3 days?" Frank pouted "No." "Liar..." "Ok, look...Frankie has needs..." he whined "I completely over looked the fact hanging out with an 8 year old in the room would be a cock block." "Always the shower..." Fliss teased and Frank snorted. "Yeah, right. Can you imagine? I give it 3 minutes before she came looking for us." "We go home tomorrow. I'll make it up to you then." Fliss grinned and he sighed. "What?" She laughed. "It’s just...you look so hot in all this winter clothing." Frank grinned. And he meant it. Seeing her wrapped up in a coat, hat and scarf had made her look all cute and cozy...and it had done inappropriate things to him for some odd reason. "Hmmm, you know most men get more turned on the less clothing their girls wear." She teased and he grinned. "Yeah, well, I'm not most men" She gave him a smile which he returned with a soft kiss as they stopped by the stall where Mary instantly dived into looking at the array of ornaments. After a few moments of looking she handed Frank one in the shape of a reindeer stag, and a doe for him and Fliss before selecting a robin for herself. "I think they're so pretty." She looked at the bird in her hand "I saw one at Evelyn's over thanks giving." "Ever heard the saying robins appear when loved ones are near?" Fliss asked. Mary shook her head. "No" "Well, I don't know about here but certainly in England we say it because there is an old belief by some people that a robin is a message from heaven, that a loved one is watching over you." "Do you believe that?" Mary looked at Fliss. Fliss hesitated "Well when my mum's dad died I was 20 and I remember getting up the morning after he died and there was a robin on the fence of the back garden. Bill told me it was my granddad Alex come to check I was ok." "Do you think it was? Really I mean?" "I dunno sweetheart." Fliss sighed "I'd like it to be true..." "Then you should believe it was." Mary said, looking at her "Because isn't that what faith is? Believing something you want to be true?" Fliss looked at Frank who smiled and gave a small shake of his head. She turned back to Mary, smiling softly as she dropped a hand to the back of her head. This kid was unbelievably wise, but with such an innocence behind it all. "Yeah, I suppose it is." Fliss nodded. "Do you think the robin I saw could have been my mom?" She asked, her eyes wide. Frank at that point stepped in, carefully picking an answer that was ambiguous so as not to say yes, but also not dampening her spirits. "If your mom could I'm sure she would come and see you, make sure you're ok." Mary gave a nod, before she turned back to the stall, her attention back on the ornaments. "We need a dog for Thor, and a cat for Fred oh...and a pony for Monty." "What about Cap and Heidi?" Fliss asked, moving to inspect the selection of decorations. "Oh, yeah!" "This is gonna bankrupt me." Frank grumbled, his hands on Fliss' hips, chin resting on her shoulder as he observed the two of them. "Scrooge" Fliss shot back with a smile "Do you think Verity and Bill will like this one?" Mary held up a snowman. "Absolutely" Fliss nodded. "And can I get one for Evelyn?" She asked, selecting a snowflake. Despite the fact that they were now well into the fifty buck range for fucking tree decorations, Frank couldn't help but want to smile at Marys face. She was so thoughtful, the purity behind it all was as usual humbling. So he nodded "Sure she will appreciate it." He smiled. He moved to lift her up so she could hand the ones they had picked over to the guy behind the counter who asked Mary what names she wanted on each one. As she told him, he allowed her to sit up on the edge of the little surface, held in place by Frank to watch as he burnt the names into each ornament before he bagged them up and she took them with a thanks. "Our first family tree stuff!" Mary grinned and Fliss smiled, bending down to give her a hug. They set back off towards the hotel, stopping by a burger joint for dinner before they dumped their bags and returned back out for their final evening in the City. Frank had loved every second of their trip, and so had Mary and Fliss. Seeing Mary's reaction to snow and the Christmas lights had been amazing, along with all the bands on street corners, people walking around dressed up. It was magical and he wasn't afraid to let his inner child come out to play either, as Fliss had just found out. "Whose idea was this again?" He asked as Mary was bouncing up and down in the queue. "Yours!" Fliss scoffed as he took Mary's hand in his right "I seem to recall the very visible horror on your face yesterday when I told you I'd never done it before..." "That’s because it's an abomination that someone who's 34 has never been ice skating." "I was a professional athlete." She shrugged "I was banned from doing anything deemed dangerous " Frank looked at her "What do they consider more dangerous than flying a half tonne animal almost 2 meters into the air?" "Bungee jumping, sky diving, jet skiing, water skiing, ice skating.." Fliss shrugged "just to name 5" Frank shook his head as the queue shuffled forward a little. It wasn't too long now, luckily they had timed it right by arriving 20 minutes or so before the next lot of General Admission to the famous Rockefeller rink opened so there weren't too many people ahead. After another 10 minutes they got to the front and Frank nudged Fliss out of the way as she tried to pay. She scowled at him and he simply rolled his eyes and handed his card over. It wasn't cheap but then, he was in New York. What was? Together they headed onto the ice. Frank, having done it a few times as a kid found his legs fairly quickly and didn't stop himself laughing as Mary's completely went from under her and she landed with a thump on her ass. "Here..." he chuckled, offering her his hand. He pulled her up and moved her in front of him. "Give me your hands..." Mary extended her arms to the side and he took her mitten clad hands in his, holding her in front of him. Fliss was moving tentatively behind him, using the sides for support a little. "Ok slide your right foot forward, like on your roller skates..." Frank said. Mary did as she was told "now left...right...left...right..." He continued his chanting and glanced over his shoulder to see Fliss was concentrating on her feet, her tongue poking out slightly. "You good?" "Yup." She said, raising her hand to give him a thumbs up before she skidded slightly and went down in a tangle of limbs. Letting out a laugh he gently pivoted Mary so she could hold onto the side and offered Fliss his hand. Pulling her up into his arms he held her steady for a moment whilst her laughing subsided. He watched her for a second, her face creasing up into those adorable dimples, eyes crinkled so much they were almost shut and her shoulders shook with the force of her giggles. "I fuckin' love you..." he grinned and she smiled at him. "Back at ya sailor" After another few laps Mary and Fliss had managed to get the hand of it which meant Frank could leave them a little bit as he went off for what he called a proper skate. The girls watched calling him a show off as he crossed his feet and turned, skating backwards a little. Both of them debated sabotaging him and tripping him up but they decided not to, instead they simply pretended they didn't know him, resulting in him grabbing Fliss from behind just beneath the large tree, and spinning her round to face him. "Can I help you?" She teased and he gave a snort. "Yeah, you can... Mary?" He called to her where she was trying to perfect a turn and failing as she almost stumbled again. She looked up and headed over. "Can you take our photo?" "Only if you're gonna kiss..." she replied, making smooching noises. "Well we can’t disappoint her..." Frank shrugged and Fliss grinned, her smile turning into a shriek as Frank quickly grabbed her hips before he took one hand, keeping the other round her back and dipped her so she was bending backwards, planting a sloppy kiss on her lips. She laughed against his mouth as he gave her a wink, before kissing her a little deeper and then setting her upright, his eyes boring into hers which were shining in the Christmas lights surrounding the rink. "Oh that was great!" Mary howled and he turned to face her as she handed his phone back. Frank checked the photo and had to smile, it was a dammed good shot. He showed it to Fliss and she beamed. "A framer?" She asked. "A framer." He agreed. It took them ages to get Mary to finally leave the rink. Even a bribe of hot chocolate, marshmallows and cookies wasn't doing it. Eventually Frank put his foot down and told her it was time to go as it was almost 9pm and they still had that tree to go see before they headed to Central Park for one last walk in the lights. After handing their skates back and retrieving their belongings from the lockers they followed the path to the tree. As they round the corner Mary gasped. "It's huge!" She turned to look at Frank and Fliss, her eyes wide "Oh my God!" Frank smiled kissed Fliss' cheek as Mary walked slightly ahead of them down the walkway that was flanked with smaller trees and the famous lit up trumpeting angels . As they caught her up he slipped his spare hand in his pocket, his fingers curling round the small, leather box inside. The damned thing had been burning a hole in his pocket since he had bought it in Boston just after Thanksgiving. Fliss, Verity and Bill had all stayed for a very pleasant week rounded off with a damned good proper Thanksgiving dinner and the three of them had flown home on the Friday, as Fliss was starting to stress about her business. He and Mary followed on the Sunday after she had been given the all clear to fly after a week’s check up at the Hospital. On his spare afternoon, he'd taken a trip into the city with one goal, and it had been surprisingly easy. The first jeweller he has walked into had a perfect ring, and despite the fact he had visited several others none of them caught his eye like that. So he had gone back and asked the assistant for a closer look. It wasn't a huge rock, white gold and emerald cut with in a pave setting, but everything about it had screamed Fliss. It was delicate and feminine but with a wonderful sparkle just like her. He knew that sounded so lame when he had told the assistant but she has just smiled and told him that if he had that much conviction, it must be right. He had been lost when she asked him what size, but in a sudden inspiration he had remembered the Pandora ring he had bought her when he had gotten his first new pay check as supervisor. He mentioned this to the assistant who beamed and said she could easily size it from that by using a simple conversion chart and told him to come back the following day. His sudden good spirit had fallen as he explained he couldn't do and asked her to see if here was anything she could do, even contemplating taking it and having it sizes back in Florida. But, after the shitty run of events over the last week, his luck was in after she returned 5 minutes later with a slip of paper, informing him it would be ready by the end of the day. When he had told Mary he was going to ask Fliss to marry him, she'd been so excited. She'd asked when, where and when he said he didn’t know she'd given him the most exasperated look on the planet. The only one of his friend who he had confided in, Greg, hadn’t been much help either, simply telling him to do it in a way that meant something to them both. Simply put he just hadn't a fucking clue. He had agonized over how to pop the question. On the boat? Or maybe a sunset on their favourite spot at St Pete's beach? Did he wait for New York? As such, Frank had taken to carrying the ring around with him, waiting for that moment when it felt right. So far it hadn't happened at home and as it stood New York wasn’t faring any better. He had thought about it at the top of the Empire state, but it had been too busy. Then there was a moment in Central Park after they had been snowman building that might have worked...until Fliss had nailed him in the face with a snowball. So they'd had a snowball fight instead. Then when walking over Brooklyn Bridge, the skyline behind them… then when they walked back to the Hotel after seeing the Lion King on Broadway, going the long way round to see the display in Macy's window all lit up...and then that moment before when Mary had taken a picture of them kissing under the tree on the ice rink... but none of it felt right. It didn't feel like the moment for them. But now something stirred in his gut. This could be it. It wasn't too busy, the place was gorgeous, right in front of the tree Fliss had been so desperate to see... Ok Adler, you can do this. Taking a deep breath he pulled the box from his pocket when he heard Mary give a squeal. "Oh...wow! Frankie look..." Fliss' voice was a whisper and she nudged him, pointing to the base of the tree. He followed her gaze to see a blonde haired man down on one knee, presenting a ring to a dark haired woman who had her hands clasped over her mouth. Frank slipped the box back into his pocket and stared at the man as he placed the ring onto his now fiancés finger and did his best to look like he cared when Fliss let out a soft "Awwww" The man looked around excitedly, his eyes falling on the three of them before he asked Frank if he or Fliss would mind taking a photo for them. "Course not buddy, congratulations." Frank smiled. Fucking prick... ***** "It was AMAZING!" Mary gushed to Verity as they walked to the car, Fliss' parents having come to pick them up from the airport. "we saw so much stuff but nowhere near all of it but Frank said we could go back next year in the summer maybe and do a bit more." "Looks like someone else had a good time too." Bill smiled, nodding to Fliss who let out a loud yawn. Frank chuckled "She was up all night, I told her not to have more food so close to bed time." "I wanted a hot dog and a pretzel." Fliss mumbled, "Besides, it's nothing to do with the food...we did a lot of walking." Bill gave a snort "You ride horses for a living, you should be fit enough to walk round New York" "I probably skated about 4 miles too..." Fliss said looking at Mary "Someone wouldn't come off the ice rink" "You been sleeping ok otherwise?" Verity looked at her "I'm fine mum." She smiled "No anxiety?" 'V, she said she's fine so leave it" Bill said gently and Fliss shot a grateful look at her dad. She knew her mum was only concerned but she was fed up of assuring people she was fine. After the attack from John she had suffered a bout of delayed shock which had manifested in a few panic attacks, nightmares, and restlessness at night and on one occasion nausea. Luckily Frank had been brilliant at keeping calm when she had an episode, helping her work through it and the last incident she had suffered had been over a week ago. Once they were all in the car, Frank took the passenger seat after Verity offered it to him, Mary continued to chat all the drive home about New York, Fliss and Frank butting in here and there. They arrived home little after 30 minutes later and Fliss headed up the steps with Mary, Thor almost sending the pair of them flying when they opened the door. "Oh puppy I missed you!" Fliss smiled as she gave him plenty of attention and he kept licking her face, whining and emitting quiet little barks. "Did you miss me? Did you?" "Yerress" Frank did his best Scooby Doo impression as he walked past and Fliss let out a laugh, as she stood up and headed into the living room behind Mary, bumping into the girl as she stopped dead, giving a squeal as she saw the Christmas Tree in the corner. "Mum, Dad?" Fliss called, smiling "I take it you did this?" Frank appeared behind them both, smiling as Fliss and Mary exchanged a glance before they all turned to Bill and Verity who were stood in the doorway. "Well we know how much you like to get your tree up as early as you can and, well we were picking one up for ourselves so we got you one. You don’t mind do you?" Verity, looked at Fliss then Frank. "No, of course not!" Fliss grinned. "Saved me a job." Frank nodded "Thanks guys." "Can we decorate it tonight?" Mary asked "Pleeeeeeeaaaasssseee Frank!" Frank glanced at his watch before giving a sigh, he knew she wouldn't go to bed if he said no anyway so what was the point? Plus she was at the University tomorrow which didn’t start until 10 so... "Ok, but if you so much as grumble tomorrow morning when I get you up you'll be in deep trouble." He looked at her sternly as she stooped to pick Fred up. "Cross my heart, hope to die, we all know Fred's got one eye..." she chanted off, nodding. "We brought your box of decorations from the annex." Verity smiled at Fliss, nodding to the box on the floor. "We thought you could pick what you want to keep now you're combining."

“Speaking of decorations…” Frank said, looking at Mary.

“Fliss said you wouldn’t mind the names Mary wanted on them.” Frank said, watching carefully.

“Of course we don’t mind!” Bill smiled, picking Mary up to give her a hug “We are Nanny V and Poppa B ain’t that right kiddo?” “Yep!” she grinned, hugging him.

“We’ll save it to hang tomorrow when you come over after school.” Verity said as Bill set Mary on the floor and she hugged her tightly.

He had just about managed it when Thor came over to inspect what he was doing, and dropped straight onto his back on top of the string.

“Frank got me this for my first Christmas.” Mary said, hanging a red bauble which had her name on it. “The glitter has all fallen off it now.”

“We can add more if you want.” Fliss looked at her and Mary shrugged.

“Best Tree ever.” she smiled.

“Yeah, and now it’s time for the best bed ever…” he looked at her.

“Seriously?” Mary complained

“No moaning, remember?” Frank instructed her. “That was in the morning.”

“I’ll be in in a second.” Frank shot after her, watching as she headed down to the hallway. He turned back to Fliss who was watching the tree, a smile on her face.

“Not exactly up to Macey’s standards…” Frank chuckled and she shook her head.

“I love it.” “It looks like an Elf threw up on it.”

“No beer.” “You want me to wait in bed.” “Yes I do.” he nodded “Go, I’ll let Thor out and lock up.”

“I like your ass.” he muttered. “I like yours too” she said back, “And your arms”

He laughed and pulled back to look down at her as her fingers trailed up his biceps. “My arms?”

“I know I keep saying it but I really do fuckin’ love you Cowgirl.” he said, voice muffled as his face pressed into her neck.

Fliss gave a chuckle “I’ll never tire of hearing it Sailor. “

And then, suddenly an idea came to him, out of nowhere.

Oh, it was perfect! "Greg..." he smiled, slapping the man on the back "you are a genius." "Glad I could be of service." Greg smirked "This means I get best man duty, right?"

“Frank said you enjoyed New York.” “Oh, it was fantastic.” she smiled “Every bit as magical as I thought it was going to be.”

“No, Greg…” Fliss started to protest but Greg cut her off.

“Yes Greg!” he smirked, turning to the bar tender, “Can I get a bottle of Tequila pal and 8 glasses.” Fliss groaned “I’m teaching at 9 am!”

“Dumbass…” Greg looked at her and Frank gave a snort.

“I told you to switch them out…”

“The table is set, food and everything is ready to go…” he chuckled, looking at her “Just relax…”

He reached round Mary, his hand gently rubbing at Fliss’ back and she smiled at him, turning her attention to the TV.

“She wants you to go and say goodnight.” he smiled,

Fliss nodded and stood up.

“You sure you’re ok?” Frank asked.

She came back about 10 minutes later and he smiled at her as she walked into the room.

“OK, now she’s out of the way…I got something for you...” Frank smiled.

Fliss looked at him before she shook her head, chuckling a little “I got something for you too…Frank, I have-” “Me first.” Frank cut her off.

She looked at him for a second, his bright blue eyes were shining as he grinned at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine…” she smiled, “Ok, you first.” He grinned and then folded his arms “You gotta find it.” “What?”

“Charmer.” she grinned, turning back to the tree.

Fliss looked at it, admiring the way the delicate band sat underneath her knuckle, the beautiful diamond twinkling in the lights of the tree.

"Oh Frankie...it’s gorgeous..." she whispered, before she looked at him, taking his face in both his hands and pulling him down for a deep kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." He smiled, kissing her again before he pulled away, his hands linking behind her back.

Not that he had doubted she would, not really, but there had always been that little bit of fright she may have done. But that was all gone now. As he popped the cork on the bottle he found himself thinking about how he would be doing that soon enough on his wedding day. He poured 2 glassed and headed into the living room with them wondering if maybe a late Autumn wedding next year would be nice, October perhaps when it started to cool off slightly. They could do the beach wedding she always wanted, hire a marquee... Lost in his thoughts completely he jumped a little when Fliss spoke his name and turned to look at her as she stood in front of him, the back of his thighs brushing against the sofa slightly. He noticed her hand was in her pocket, clutching something. Playfully he nodded towards it “I assume that’s not a spanner." He chuckled, referencing the joke they often shared and Fliss shook her head, biting her lip. "No...it’s...a bit bigger than that" With a shaky hand she pulled out a small, white stick of plastic and held it towards him. It took Frank a moment to understand what it was and as soon as he did his eyes widened and he looked at her, then it, then back again.

"You're...we're...no...that's..." he stuttered, reaching out to take it from her. "I found out this morning." Fliss whispered, watching hair reaction carefully "I suspected last week but thought it might all be down to stress and stuff but..." "How, I mean..." "I should have started a new pill packet when we went to Boston but I forgot to take it with me. I thought I'd be ok if I started as soon as I got back but..." "There's a baby in there?" Frank cut her off as he stumbled over his words, nodding to her stomach "Yeah" Fliss nodded. "You put it there." Frank's legs grew shaky and he dropped onto the sofa, staring down at the test in his hands.

2 blue lines.

2 blue lines that had just changed his world forever. "I'm sorry, I know this is sudden and I should have been more careful..." Fliss took a tentative step towards him and he reached out, his hands on either side of her hips, gently pulling her t-shirt up. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her belly, his forehead resting just above her navel. "I'm gonna be a dad..." he said, pulling back, his eyes watering. "Frankie, you already are..." Fliss said, her own tears once more springing forth. "I know you hate it when I say that about Mary but it's true." He looked at her, a dazed smile split his face into two as he pulled her onto his lap, where she straddled him, and he kissed her, hard, leaving her slightly breathless before he rest his forehead against hers. "Fuck, Lissy..." he whispered, his eyes closed "You're cooking a little person..." She spluttered a laugh, nodding, her forehead brushing his as she did. "Was it made in Boston...is that the right word?" He pulled back to look at her and she laughed, brushing her hand through his fluffy hair as his gently reached out to rest against her stomach. "Yeah and most likely." "It's a little Boston Bean" he grinned and she laughed again, pressing her lips to his. "You're ok with it then? I know it's probably not what you would have planned but..." "Ok? Of course I'm ok!" He smiled "I love you and the thought of us making a little person that's half me, half you...fuck, it's amazing." She smiled and nodded, her voice a whisper "I know..."

"There is one problem." Franks said, his arms wrapping tightly around her. "What?" "You just ruined Christmas forever...because nothing is ever gonna live up to this ever again."

#riding high #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #gifted #gifted fan fic

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drarryruinedme7 · 5 years

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Don't air your dirty laundry in public

This is completely wild @rockmarina 😂I wrote it for you, inspired by real-life event (?? ahahah I hope you’ll like it! ❤️

Betad by amazing @keyflight790 !!! ❤️

Rating: Explicit | Word count: 1.8K | Tags: Domestic Drarry, Draco Malfoy is Clueless about Muggle Things, a lil bit of angsty feelings flavoured with smut and fluffiness | READ IT ON AO3.

Harry went back home to a unique sight.

Draco Malfoy was crouched in front of a… was that a washing machine?

Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, sliding his glasses up his head, in the mess of his hair. He exhaled slowly. “Dray, love, what exactly are you doing?”

Draco replied without moving his eyes from the porthole of the washing machine. “I…don’t know. This seems evil to me.”

Harry drew in a breath and closed his eyes. Not again.

“Draco, we’ve discussed this. Muggle things are not evil, they work through electricity and–”

“I know! I know! You’ve told me many times and I’ve bought possibly every single electronic Muggle device by now. Enough to know how they work. It’s just…” Draco pushed the ON button and the washing machine started vibrating, the basket rotating.

He resumed. “I’ve lost the last two hours trying to understand how this works. It seems harder than other devices.” He clutched the information leaflet in his hands, knuckles turning white.

Harry reached him and crouched down. Draco still didn’t move his eyes from the porthole. Harry raised a hand and slowly tucked a strand of blond hair behind his ear. He lingered a moment on his earlobe, stroking it lightly.

“Dray, I’m proud of you. It’s not easy to understand how these things work if you never grew up with them.”

Two tears broke free from Draco’s lashes to fall down his cheeks. His voice came out broken. “You shouldn’t be p-proud of me. I’m – I’m only doing this to ease my feeling of guilt. I c-can’t understand, Harry.” He angrily wiped the tears with the back of his hand.

Harry placed a kiss on his temple. “What can’t you understand, love?”

“Why! Why my parents hated M-Muggles so much! I – I was an idiot! And believed everything they told me. I was convinced, Harry, I was so convinced Muggles deserved to be hated! Because I couldn’t understand a fucking thing about their world.” Draco’s eyes snapped now towards Harry’s, bloodshot and shiny.

Harry smiled. “Is this why our house is packed with Muggle devices lately? Do you want to understand them?”

Draco blushed a delicate rose and bit his bottom lip. “Y-yes? Am I crazy, Harry?”

Harry snorted and pulled Draco close, claiming his lips in a sweet kiss. “Merlin, you’re the craziest, Dray. But still, I love you and I think it’s cute you want to understand them. Don’t be harsh with yourself, you’ve made some mistakes, but you’ve changed now.”

Draco looked crossed at Harry and pouted. “Hey, you’re supposed to say things like, No honey you’re not crazy.”

Harry brought the back of his right hand in front of Draco’s face. “But I can’t lie, honey. You see, it’s written right here.”

Draco batted off Harry’s hand, rolling his eyes. “Always a show-off. How can you love me, Harry?”

Harry stood up, bringing Draco with him. He didn’t know how to answer to that, so he silently brought him in their bedroom, positioned him on their bed and started wandering through their stuff.

He took out a photo album, a shirt, two identical jumpers, one with a D, the other with an H, a snitch. He placed them on the bed, next to Draco and started talking. “Dray, I love you because you always care for me, you are affectionate and sweet, you remember every anniversary, every birthday, everything I say. The day after I told you I liked this shirt, you bought it for me. It wasn’t even a special occasion. You just did it and you do it all the time.”

Harry sat next to Draco and took the photo album. He opened it, searching for… “Ah! Here! It was Teddy’s birthday and he was so upset because he had a fight with his best friend and didn’t want to celebrate anymore. You just went to pick his friend up at his house and took the two of them to a day trip in the woods. You built a wooden playhouse that day and Teddy was so happy, he kept saying he was the luckiest kid in the world, having an uncle like you. And you know what I thought? That the truly lucky one was me, having you as a husband. You look stunning in this pic with them, the sun makes your hair shine.”

Draco smiled fondly at the memory, brushing his fingers on the pic. “I do look stunning.”

Harry winked and then pointed to the jumpers. Draco giggled and closed his eyes, whispering, “Oh no, please.”

Harry laughed and with a jump, he reached for Draco and put the jumper on top of his head. “Oh yes, please! You hate this jumper, but still, every Christmas you wear it to make Molly happy and I know you do it for me too. You are the cutest with it.”

Draco came out of the head hole with his hair tousled and a frown on his face. “I’m not cute!”

Harry raised an eyebrow and grabbed the snitch. He threw it at Draco, who caught it easily. He was a Seeker, after all. “Objection, Your Honor! The snitch is our last smoking gun!”

Draco rolled his eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “You’re an idiot, Potter.”

Harry’s cheeks burnt and he felt his blood rushing instantly to his cock. His throat was suddenly dry. “D-Draco – c’mon, you know that – don’t call me that! It’s not the right moment.” He scooped a hand in his pants and readjusted his stiffening cock. After all these years, Draco’s tone when he said “Potter” could still drive him totally crazy.

Draco smirked and he brushed his lips over Harry’s neck. He purred, “It’s always the right moment, Potter.”

Harry closed his eyes and his hands flew to Draco’s head, clutching his hair. Draco pushed him down into the mattress and Harry opened his legs, to make room for him between them. He rocked his hips and hissed at the sensation: Draco was already hard as much as himself. He trailed his fingers through Draco’s hair, kissing his chin.

“At least, make me finish.” His voice was low and husky.

Grinding against Harry, Draco replied, “I’ll give you five minutes.” He licked Harry’s ear and then trailed down, nudging the soft spot under his earlobe, kissing Harry’s collarbone, grazing his fingers on Harry’s sides.

Harry’s breath hitched and he slipped his hands under Draco’s jumper, stroking his back. “This is unfair. I’ll never be able to concentrate like this.”

Draco lifted Harry’s jersey and placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his left hip-bone. He breathed, “Three minutes.”

That sent shivers running through Harry’s body, but he managed to swallow around the lump in his throat to answer, “Okay, okay, so. That day, four years ago. That day we played one of our Seeker-to-Seeker games and you won. All three sets. And I was so upset because I’m not used to losing three times in a row. You see, I’m silly too. And, aaah, fuck, damn Draco, aaah, let me finish.”

Draco had unbuttoned his trousers and was leaving hot kisses all along Harry’s shaft through the fabric of his pants. It was arousing. It was distracting.

Draco flicked his eyes up. “One minute, Potter.” He grasped Harry’s waistband and freed his cock that popped out, red and leaking. Draco licked his lips and brushed them on the tip of Harry’s cock, moaning and kissing off the wetness gathered there.

Harry gasped and searched for his last strand of self-control. “Damn, Malfoy. That d-day, when we went back home, you gave me the snitch you f-fucking won, telling me you didn’t need it because…because…”

Draco was now sucking gently Harry’s balls. He gave one last lick. Looked up. “Because I already won the most important thing in my life. Your love. And then I asked you to marry me.” He smiled, that warm smile that made dimples appear in his cheeks and his eyes crinkle with joy.

Harry smiled back. “Told you, you’re the cutest shit. Now, care to take my cock in your mouth?”

Draco raised an eyebrow, but grinned. “If you ask like that…”

He finally slid the tip of Harry’s cock inside his mouth and Harry groaned, a low guttural sound coming straight from his groin. Draco’s teasing always made him achingly hard and he already felt close.

Draco started bobbing his head up and down on his shaft; two strokes and he angled himself to swallow the entire length until the tip of Harry’s cock hit his throat, and his nose nudged Harry’s groin hairs, gagging a little. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked, coming back up.

Harry’s hand grasped Draco’s hair and pushed his head down again. With a violent shudder, Harry jerked his hips off the mattress, and he coated Draco’s tongue with his hot semen, crying, “Fuck, yes, Dray, yes.”

Draco swallowed around his cock and swirled his tongue around its sensitive head, making Harry’s toes curl and his stomach clench.

“Aah-ah, Dray, umh, stop please.” Harry was half laughing, the tranquillity of the after orgasm sweeping through him.

Draco sighed and sat back on his heels, pouting. “Mmh, but I want more. I could blow you for eternity, you know. You taste so sweet.”

Harry propped up on his elbows, a cheeky smile on his lips, eyelids half-closed. He was about to reply when they heard a loud bang coming from the bathroom.

Alarmed, they ran to it, to find a disaster. The porthole of the washing machine was wide open, water mixed with detergent spilled everywhere, an indefinite mass falling down from it, soaking in the mess on the floor.

Harry quickly tucked his cock in his trousers and looked sideways at Draco. “If you ruined one of my jumpers, I swear – ”

“Ah, is this for clothes?” Draco was scratching the back of his neck. “I thought… it is a washing machine and I washed… I thought it could wash everything, you know.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at him. “What did you put in it, Draco?”

He reached the bathroom and crouched to see scattered wooden pieces all over, sponges half destroyed, something that were probably leather gloves completely ruined. Cold sweats formed on Harry’s forehead. “Draco, did you put our broomsticks and our polishing kits in the washing machine?” He turned, glaring at him.

Draco stuttered. “I – um, I could have shrunk our broomsticks and put them to wash with our polishing kits. I m-mean, erm, the kit is for cleaning but, but then, who clean the polishing kit? So, I…”

Harry had thought he would be angry by now, but he could only laugh, tears at his eyes. “You’re amazingly idiot, Dray. How could you think detergent would be good with leather gloves or wood, I don’t know. You’re a special kind.”

Draco blushed deeply, muttering, “You’re not angry with me?”

Harry got up and hugged him tight, soothing him. “I would never. You’re trying, that’s what matters. I love you, Draco.”

Draco looked into his eyes and kissed Harry. “I love you too, Harry.”

#drarry squad #drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #draco X harry #domestic drarry #mywriting #draco malfoy is clueless about muggle things

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today-we-will-survive · 5 years

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Title: Perfect

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader ft. Dragonite

Genre: Pokemon!au, fluff, crack

Word Count: 1.9K

The sound of your phone receiving a text message cuts through the dark silence of the early morning. You groan, peeling one eye open to glare at your nightstand. Really? You reach over because your curiosity is too strong even in your three-quarters still asleep state. Luckily, “pre-sleep you” was smart enough to dim your screen before going to bed so the dulled brightness is only a little assaulting to your retinas when you push the home button. Immediately, a tired smile spreads your mouth wide, all animosity felt toward the sender diminishing when you see that it’s none other than the boy you’ve been texting nonstop for the past two weeks.

Joonie: hey, r u awake?

Y/N: I am now :)

Joonie: shoot Im sorry …

Y/N: no its okay. I would hav been mad if it was anyone else.

Joonie: well, I promise I hav a reason for texting u this early.

Y/N: yea, u do realize its still dark outside, right?

Joonie: thats actually why I texted u. R u busy?

Y/N: …what do u think?

Joonie: right. duh. sleeping. well…

Joonie: do u want to go for a ride with me?

Y/N: a ride? like a car ride?

Joonie: um…not exactly…how quickly could u get ready?

Y/N: depends on what “ready” means.

Joonie: hmm dress for cold weather.

Y/N: its the middle of summer, joon. Even at 4 in the morning its already prolly 60 degrees out. How cold r we talking here?

Joonie: really cold.

Y/N: Im confused.

Joonie: just trust me.

It feels so wrong to be shrugging on the winter coat you had to dig out of the back of your closet as you head out of your apartment. Luckily, no one else is out at this ungodly hour which saves you from having to endure the confused looks. Though if you did run into someone, they’d see that you’re just as confused. That is, until you make it outside where Namjoon said he’d be to meet you. You expected him to be waiting for you in his car. Even on foot wouldn’t be as surprising as the scene you step into once you’re out the front door of your apartment.

Your eyes settle on the giant, orange dragon standing in the middle of the road. The thing is massive. You’ve seen a few Dragonite in your lifetime but never one as big as this thing. It has to be at least twelve feet tall. And while initially it’s terrifying to see such a giant Pokémon just standing there right outside of your apartment—and staring at you, nonetheless—the fear melts away as you meet its eyes. There’s something gentle about the way it looks at you curiously. Its rounded nose and crinkling eyes almost make it look like the thing is smiling.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You only just now realize that the Dragonite isn’t here by itself and you tear your gaze away from its own to look further back at the boy sitting just above its wings.

“Namjoon?” His own eyes lift along with his mouth into a bright smile and even though it’s dark out—the only light being that from the streetlamp across the street and down a bit—you can still see those deep dimples that had you captivated in the first place. “What are you doing here?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go for a ride,” he says and reaches up to pat his Dragonite on the head. The Pokémon lets out a contented noise, the sound echoing down the block and you take an intimidated step backward.

“Uh, is it safe?” you ask. That was a dumb question. Obviously it is or Namjoon wouldn’t be offering, right?

“Completely,” he replies then swings his leg out from over its wing and slides down off its back. He holds out a hand to you and smiles wider, those dimples growing impossibly deeper. “I have a surprise for you.”

You look down at his offered hand. You haven’t known Namjoon for very long. You met him only about a month ago when he first started volunteering at the Pokémon Center you work at.

You remember his first day there, how you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes from wandering over to him whenever the two of you were in the same room. How you couldn’t help but go a bit soft when you saw the way he handled each Pokémon with such care and tenderness, how he’d speak so gently to them, how they would visibly relax at his soothing words.

He was nice to you from the get-go. The two of you would exchange playful banter and joke around quite a bit. It was obvious you liked each other and you wanted to address it, but at the same time you were so worried that he was just one of those guys that’s nice to everyone and to say anything would just make things awkward. It was a relief when he finally broke down and asked for your number. You gave it to him maybe a little too eagerly but luckily for you, he thought your excitement was cute—and you blushed when he said as much.

But here he is now, that gentle smile on his handsome face, his eyes sparkling, his hand held out to you and you can’t help but feel intrigue and excitement bubbling up inside you. Even if it weren’t for your overpowering curiosity, what kind of person would pass up the opportunity to ride on the back of a Dragonite? And a giant one nonetheless. These are your last thoughts as you shyly reach up to place your hand in his and smile back at him. His hand is so warm wrapped around yours and so solid as he tugs you toward the giant Pokémon behind him.

You watch as Namjoon climbs back up onto it then he reaches down and you wrap your fingers around his wrist. He grips your own wrist and pulls hard. You can’t help the squeal that escapes as he pulls you up so easily with just his one arm. You scramble up, being careful where you place your feet so you don’t accidentally step on the joint where the wings connect to the dragon Pokémon’s back as you settle down behind Namjoon. He still has ahold of your one hand and now you reach around with the other to join it with the first.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Dragonite as big as this one,” you say. He feels so warm and solid in your arms even through both of your coats.

“I rescued it when it was still just a Dratini from that lab on Cinnabar Island.”

“I’ve heard of that place,” you say. “They do some pretty awful stuff there to Pokémon, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon utters and you can hear the anger in his voice. “I’m not sure what they did to it but it was already bigger than any Dratini I’d ever seen before. And I knew that wasn’t normal and that I needed to get it out of there. Luckily, there doesn’t seem to be any other negative effects from whatever they did to it.” Namjoon pats the Pokémon on the head again, eliciting another happy, echoing moan from it.

“You’re amazing,” you utter and immediately feel your cheeks turn red. Did you really just say that out loud?

Namjoon turns his head so he can see you out of the corner of his eye and his cheek lifts in another dimpled grin. “Nah,” he says. “I just try to be a good person, you know?”

You nod and the two of you sit in silence atop the Pokémon for several more moments.

“So, uh,” you finally say. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

Namjoon perks up. “Oh right,” he says and gives his Dragonite two firm pats on its neck. The Dragonite shifts, dipping its head low and unfolding its wings from either side of you. Then with a hard push against the ground, it kicks up into the air and you squeal, clutching onto the boy in front of you for dear life.

He lets out a chuckle. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he assures you. “Just keep ahold of me and you won’t fall.”

“Will do,” you reply though you don’t think he can hear you over the wind whistling past your ears.

It’s a good thing you’re holding onto him so tightly because as soon as the Dragonite reaches an incredibly terrifying height—the city lights below you now looking more like stars than the actual ones above you—you remember reading that Dragonite can actually fly faster than the speed of sound. And just as you tighten your grip even more on Namjoon’s waist, the dragon Pokémon shoots forward, cutting through the night sky like a bullet. You grit your teeth and press your cheek against Namjoon’s back to keep the wind from stealing your breath away.

Much to your relief, it’s not long before you feel the Dragonite begin to slow down again and when it’s at last going at a more comfortable pace, you lift your head and peer around. It’s still kind of dark out but now the sky is more of a medium blue and the stars have disappeared. Nothing but ocean stretches for miles below you.

“Where are we?” you ask looking around confusedly.

“Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean,” Namjoon replies nonchalantly.

You nod slowly. “And why, exactly are we somewhere over the Pacific Ocean?”

The boy places his hands over your own. They’re much warmer than yours and suddenly you’re glad he told you to dress warmly because it is freaking freezing up there over the ocean. “Because I wanted to show you that,” he says then nods at the horizon in front of him.

You focus farther ahead, past Namjoon’s shoulders and over Dragonite’s head until your eyes land on the line where the ocean ends and the sky begins. At first, you can’t see much of a separation between the two similar shades of blue, but then a sliver of bright orange appears, awakening the sky, shooting streaks of lavender upward. Your breath catches as you watch in silent awe.

The sun rises faster than you thought it would, every inch it gains throwing different colors like buckets of paint across the sky. From dazzling pink to sherbet orange to marigold, and the ocean reflects them all back, the rising sun at the epicenter of this incredible masterpiece being created before you.

You feel tears spring to your eyes and you immediately feel like an absolute dork for being moved to tears by something like a sunrise but the sight along with the feeling of Namjoon’s thumbs rubbing circles across the back of your hand just sends your emotions into overdrive.

This is perfect.

This is perfect and you never want it to end. In a moment of impulsivity, you lean forward and rest your chin on Namjoon’s shoulder. The simple gesture feels so intimate in this silence and maybe he sees it as that too because you hear his breath hitch and his thumb freezes on your skin for a split second before continuing the motion. His own cheek rests against the side of your head and you sigh.

Too perfect.

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yoongi-sugaglider · 6 years

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Of Sunshine and Rainy Days

Hoseok x plus sized reader

A/n: This is posted from my phone and sort of unedited lol but I hope you all can get past the beginning because the end is well worth it.

The mirror mocks me. Though I’ve always wanted to avoid it, somehow it always seems to draw me in. Especially after showers and early mornings when I’ve just woken up and the rest of the dorm remains still and sleeping.

Here I stand, having just completed my shower and the steam in the bathroom hasn’t yet had time to clear. Wiping the mist from the mirror I stare down my curved figure. Frowning at the stretch marks that split my skin at the seams. The rolls of skin that cascade like waves down my stomach, pockets of fat that won’t melt away no matter what diet I try or how much I try to exercise.

Tears begin to form as I poke at the dimpled flesh of my arms, glaring in shame and distaste at the weight that won’t fade no matter how hard I try or how much I cry.

I can hear the comments online, the mumbled words spoken by family members behind closed doors.

“You’re too big.”

“You don’t deserve to be happy.”

“How dare you even think that you’re good enough to date an idol.”

They’re right, every one of them. What was I thinking? Being selfish now even though he says he loves me no matter what size I am. No matter what they say behind my back and to my face.

The tears won’t stop falling. And the taint of rejection tugs at my core so harshly I find myself collapsing against the door. Sliding slowly down it as I watch my form curling in on itself in the taunting reflective surface.

My sobs are so loud and soul wracking that I almost don’t hear the gentle knock on the door above my head.

“Jagi?” a quiet voice comes through the door. I quickly scramble away from it, pulling the plush bath towel around me in order to hide my form.

“It...it’s open…” I struggle to talk through the lump of tears in my throat but I know he’s heard me.

The knob turns and slowly the love of my life peaks his head around the corner, eyes wide when he sees me huddled against the shower door.

“Jagiya, hey…” Quietly he slides himself in the bathroom, closing the door gently behind him before making his way over to me, each stride elegant and effortless. Even the way he crouches down before me distracts me for a moment from my troubles before the tears choke out my breath and I’m reduced to a shivering mess once again.

“No no no, please don’t cry my love.” He sits beside me, gathering my into his arms and hugging my damp head to his chest.

I can feel my tears soaking through his shirt, mingling with the dampness from my wet hair. But he doesn’t seem to mind as his hand gently smoothes down the hair along the nape of my neck.

We sit there for a while, him occasionally running his fingers along the small of my back , me clutching his shirt as if it’s my last lifeline to sanity. And the tears eventually slow. My cries become a little less painful.

“Tell me what’s got you so upset sunshine.”

I hiccup at his whispered words, something between a laugh and a sob. “That’s my line you dork.” I whisper as I pull back slightly to wipe at my face.

He chuckles, running a gentle thumb beneath my eye. “There’s my beautiful smile. Now, tell me what’s got you so upset.”

I shake my head, not wanting to go into detail what’s really going on inside.

“No ma’am that’s not allowed Miss y/n.” His fingers trace the curve of my cheek, and when I try to pull out of his grip his fingers capture my chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes.

“Talk to me princess. Tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s...just…” I heave a heavy breath, my shaking fingers wrapping around his wrist to anchor myself to the moment.

He waits. Patient as ever is he, and the softness in his eyes begins to slowly heal the gaping hole in my heart.

“It’s...my weight. I just...everytime I look in the mirror I hate myself.” Once the words begin to flow it seems like nothing can stop them.

“I hear it anytime I call my parents. Even my friends joke about it, anytime I pick up a fork or go to buy a snack it’s the same thing. How I weight too much. How I’m not healthy at my weight. How big the clothes are that I buy or how the numbers on the scale won’t change no matter what I do.”

I heave a shuddering sigh and continue. “I’m not even safe online. Anytime your fans see a picture of us together it’s always comments about how ugly I am or how fat I am. How I’m not good enough to be with you and the only reason why you’re with me is because you feel sorry for me.” I finally manage to pull my chin from his grip, curling in on myself once again and burying my face in the safety of my arms.

“Y/n…” His whispered words seem to echo through the bathroom, bouncing off the walls and reaching my ears. The sound is just as broken and scared as I feel.

I look up quickly, panic filling me. “They’re right aren’t they? You really just started dating me because you fe…”

“Y/n!” He barks, startling and stopping the word vomit in its tracks. “Just, slow down for a second okay?”

I nod slowly, my eyes following him as he climbs to his knees before me. He gently takes my hands in his, his thumbs placed purposefully on my pulse points. His eyes are hard, a determination dancing in their depths as he chooses his next words carefully.

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

I nod slowly, my mind wandering to the day I accidently stumbled on him and his friends filming a scene for one of their music videos.

“We were in the middle of nowhere, the middle of the night. Surrounded by film crew and cameras and a bunch of grumpy people trying desperately to get one stupid scene right so that we could all go home and sleep.” He smiles lightly at the memory and I’m reminded even more clearly of that night.

“You were dancing off to the side. I remember watching you. How amazed and captivated I was by your moves and how your body just flowed with the music, even though you weren’t in the scene at the time.” My smile now matches his, faint but there none the less.

“That’s right. I was dancing off to myself. And then I slipped and twisted my ankle. Nobody else saw it but you. And even though you weren’t supposed to be there you still rushed to help me up.” He chuckles again, his thumbs now slowly working small circles into my wrists.

“The manager was so mad. He thought you’d gotten me hurt. And even though they were trying to kick you off the set you still kept to my side until somebody got me the help I needed for my ankle. You were so brave that night. And when my ankle was finally wrapped up…”

“You asked me out to dinner” I giggle, ducking my head to hide the warmth in my cheeks.

“That’s right, I asked you out to dinner. Not because I wanted to thank you. Not because I felt sorry for you or because of some fake idea to ease my guilt from the way you were treated.” He ducks his head as well to catch my gaze and I’m focused on him once again, giving him my full attention.

“Why? Why did you ask me out that night?” I ask quietly, half of me is afraid of the answer and the other half just genuinely wants to know.

His eyes cast down to examine my fingers, giving time to mull over his answer before speaking.

“You know. I never really thought about it. I..I guess...” He inhales deeply and gazes lovingly into my eyes once again.

“Honestly when I saw you finally being escorted off the lot I just had this feeling. That if I didn't snatch you up right then and there I would never see you again.”

He gives off a chuckle filled with the warmth of a summer sunset on the beach. “The way you stood up to the managers. The way you yelled at Director Nim like it was your ankle that was twisted? It was the sweetest and most brave thing I’d ever seen in my life. And you just...glowed.”

I suppress a giggle,tugging at my wrists as if pretending to pull my hands from his grasp. His grip tightens though, not uncomfortably, just enough to keep me where he wants me.

“But listen Jagiya. My precious angel. The joy and love of my life…”

“Aiyooo get on with it!!” He’s words have me fully flustered by now.

“Alright alright.” his voice is filled with laughter as he presses his forehead against mine while still holding my gaze.

“Never not once did your size come to mind. Never in our relationship that followed and continues did I ever once think about your weight or eating habits or any of that.” He pulls me close and finally lets go of my hands to run his fingers down my arms,sending chills up my spine in the process.

“Because, I love you for what’s up here…”he presses a fingertip to my temple. “And for what’s in here.” And with that he presses his palm to my towel covered chest.

I crinkle my eyebrows, despite the warmth flooding through my heart. “My skull and my tits?” I ask teasingly.

He shakes his head,a small chuckle escaping him. “No you nerd. You’re mind and your heart. The heart that loves and cares for me when I’m alone and sad. The heart that sees through the sunshine persona I put on to the dark clouds. The mind that knows how to chase those clouds away. The mind that is clever and street smart and knows me like the back of your hand.”

He takes my hands again, bringing them to his lips and kissing them gently. “You’re MY hope. You’re MY angel. And nothing any of those haters and fake people can say is ever going to change that. You hear me?”

He cups my cheeks with his palms,bringing me closer. And his lips are on mine.

Soft

Warm

Home

The scent of mint on his breath tickles my nose,cool and reminding me for my currently...half dressed state.

“Thank you Hobi. Really I mean it. This…” I pause,glancing down at my lap before looking up at him again. “This won’t fix it. Or solve my problems. But...knowing that you’re here to support me means the world to me.”

“I’m not the only one you know.” He days with a chuckle as he helps me to my feet. “The boys have your back. And there are ARMY out there who love you too. Because we all see you for who you are. And the only one who should ever have the choice of changing that is you.”

He wraps me in his arms, holding me close as I rest my head on his chest. “ If you want to diet we’ll look up healthy lifestyle changes. If you want to work out or something like that I'll be right there by your side.”

“No matter what you decide though, do it for you. Not for me or for your family but for yourself.” He pulls back to lay a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I love you y/n. Please don’t forget that.”

And the tears are flowing again. Only this time it’s tears of joy. Because I know he loves me. Because Jung Hoseok has my back. Because BTS has my back. And because above all else, I’ve got my back.

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chapter eleven part one

“I really wanna thank you for coming with me, Rachel,” Chloe mentioned as she eased herself down on her sofa, a soft hand on her elbow from her friend providing a little help, “It really means a lot to me.”

Rachel knitted her brows and flippantly waved her hand as she sat down next to Chloe. “No worries, Chlo, what are friends for?”

“It’s just with you and Niall’s wedding coming up, which I’m so excited for by the way, I know you’ve been busy with all the planning and stuff,” she told her friend, peering over at Rachel as she shakily ran her fingers through the side of her hair, “I didn’t want to add anymore stress for you, but I just didn’t know who else to ask and I thought–…I don’t know...”

Chloe’s voice waned as she pulled in a shuddering breath, her dark eyes shifting down to her lap as the thoughts of what she had just gone through started to rip through her mind all over again. Feeling the gentle touch of her friends hand rub across the top of her shoulders, Chloe sniffled as she heard Rachel speak up. “Thought what?”

“You know, that...you’d understand,” Chloe answered glancing back over at her friend.

Rachel tucked her lips into her mouth and faintly nodded her head. “I do,” she concurred, “and I’m glad you asked me.”

“We can, um, just keep this between us, right?” Chloe then asked, her brows raising slightly as she darted her stare over her friend’s face, “I just...I really don’t want anyone to know. Like...ever.”

“Yeah, of course,” Rachel said, sweetly tucking a curly strand of Chloe’s hair away from her face, “I won’t tell a soul. To the grave.”

Chloe let a tiny smile tug at corner of her mouth, the first one she had let show that day. “Thanks. To the grave.”

The morning after Chloe’s naughty birthday surprise for Niall, they woke up snuggled naked in Chloe’s bed, soft smiles on their faces and a dull blissful ache drenching their wrecked bodies. Niall’s eyes opened first; crinkling through the bright mid-morning sun as his warm body cradled around Chloe’s. He could feel the press of her bum nestled into his front and the slow rise of her back swelling against his chest with each of her languid breaths. His heavy arm was draped over the dip in her waist, his big palm spread across her lower tummy and snuggling further into her, Niall tucked his face down into the crook of her neck.

She stirred against him, just a tiny movement, her sleep-filled body shivering as Niall brushed his fingertips along the soft bared skin of her stomach. The tip of his nose dragged along her jawline, his lips just hovering along its trail. “Mornin’, my love,” he whispered, Chloe finally concluding with a soft rumble in response.

Her eyes were the ones to ease open that time, her naked body immersed in Niall; tangled in his warmth and his strong arms and she raised her shoulder slightly from the tickle of his breath as she barely turned her face back towards his. “Morning.”

“Last night was…” Niall paused as his mind flashed back to the night before and sent a smile sweeping across his lips, one that Chloe could feel against the smooth flesh of her jaw, “it was fuckin’ amazin’. Thank you.”

Chloe’s eyelids fluttered as Niall pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, his body fitting even more around hers. “I’m glad you had fun, babe.”

“I did,” he said, nuzzling his face down into her neck as Chloe dropped her head back onto her pillow, “gonna have even more fun when it’s my turn to do the same to you.”

“You’re gonna tie me up?”

Niall lightly shrugged his shoulder at her question, his hot breath pushing out over Chloe’s ear. “Maybe. Though I’m sure I can think of somethin’ different. Somethin’ that’s gonna leave ya beggin’...”

Chloe’s body trembled as she let out a giggle, her fingers absentmindedly running up and down the length of his forearm that was cradled around her middle. “Oh baby, I was already begging last night.”

Tipping his head back, Niall rumbled out a laugh. “We were both beggin’,” he said, pulling her tighter into him, “It was good.”

She smiled as she turned her face and peered back at him. “You ready for your birthday bash today?” she asked, “It’s the big 27!”

Niall shrugged, rolling his lips into his mouth. “Eh...rather stay here in bed with you all damn day, to be honest.”

“Now that would be amazing,” Chloe chuckled. “What time is Finny supposed to come back?”

Pulling his arm out from under the covers, Niall lightly ran his palm across the side of his face and picked at the tiny dark hairs of his beard. “Uh...Rachel’s s'posed to drop him off at three at my place,” he mumbled, sliding his hand back under the warmed covers and back around Chloe’s midsection, “everyone else is gettin’ there around four.”

Stretching out of her sleep with a hushed yawn, Chloe carefully flipped over within Niall’s embrace–catching his bright blue stare as he popped up on his elbow to peer down at her. A sweet tempered grin tugged at her lips as their gaze danced with one another’s and Niall rested his cheek on his hunched shoulder, very softly easing his hand up from under the covers again to brush away at a lone strand of hair that laid over Chloe’s temple. She sucked in a deep breath, one that completely filled her lungs with the heated cozy scent of him and her eyes fell closed as Niall leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

A low hum slipped from Chloe’s mouth as Niall barely inched back, her dark eyes once again settling on his. “I need coffee,” she grumbled, still half asleep and basking in the warmth of his body.

“Me too.”

Bringing her hand up, she grasped around the back of Niall’s neck and smashed another kiss to his lips before sliding out from underneath him with one easy movement. Niall twisted his body around to watch with wrinkled brows as Chloe scrambled herself up off the bed. “I’m gonna make you some breakfast,” she suggested, stumbling over to her dresser to pull on an old college t-shirt that she had yanked out from a drawer.

Niall dropped his head to the pillow. “Oh, Jesus.”

Whipping around to face him as she had finished tugging on a pair of striped cotton shorts, Chloe shot him a playfully disgruntled look and hooked her hands on her hips. “Hey!”

“What?” Niall chuckled as he picked his head up and saw the sight of her, holding his hand out in recantation, “I’m not complainin’, I love me a good bowl of cereal.”

She rolled his eyes at his comment. “I’m making you a real breakfast, I can do that you know,” she quipped, grabbing a pair of wool socks from her top drawer and slipping them on her feet, “I’m not incapable of making eggs and toast and–” she paused, her eyes scrunching up in dramatized thought as she tapped her finger on the jut of her chin, “..and what are those little sticks of meat called again? My feeble mind can’t remember…”

Niall let out a snort at her joke and quirked a brow as he threw his hands up behind his shaggy head of hair. “You’re just bein’ a little shit now,” he chided, “but it’s sausage.”

“Ahh yes, sausage,” Chloe continued with a tilt of her head, not missing a beat, “a breakfast delicacy. I will very much attempt making you some precious sausage too.”

“You’re a lunatic,” Niall mumbled with a half smirk and a shake of his head.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Chloe leaned a knee up in the end of her bed and narrowed her eyes. “And you’re terrible, you know that?” she teased.

Niall shrugged. “I do love rilin’ ya up.”

“Oh, I know.”

“But ya like it.”

Giving him a soft giggle, Chloe swept her dark hair off of her shoulder and leaned down on her hands as she climbed back up the bed and right over top of Niall. His eyes were glued up at her; not wanting to miss a single flutter of her eyelashes or the soft crinkle of a smile on her lips and she waited, hovering over him before reaching over and gently running her hand through the top of his hair. It was incredibly soft, like freshly woven silk threading through her fingers, and she stared down at him as her touch slipped from the ends of his hair and dragged along the side of his face. Niall gulped back a steadying breath, watching the trace of her dark eyes as they followed the delicate motions of her fingertips and it was less than a second before she was gripping harshly around his stubbled chin and pressing her mouth to his. “I like you,” she whispered as she faintly pulled back, biting his taste off her lips. She smiled at him, a sweet smile that made her dimples pierce into her cheeks and just as Niall was about to wrap his hands around her waist and yank her down on top of him, she quickly back away and clambered off the bed.

“One birthday breakfast with extra sausage coming up,” she announced as she fixed the hem of her t-shirt and began to shuffle towards the door of the bedroom.

Niall’s hands plopped down to his sides in a grunt. “I’m gonna give you some extra sausage,” he mumbled under his breath.

Whipping her head around to peer at him over her shoulder, Chloe smiled though her giggles and playfully rolled her eyes at his crude little joke. “Oh, I’m sure you will, big boy, but you definitely gotta shower first.”

He laughed, rubbing his hand across his bared chest and tipping his head to the side. “Shower with me?”

Pinching her eyes shut for a moment in thought, Chloe let out a huff. “Okay, fine. Shower first, then breakfast. But we gotta be fast, ‘cause I’m fucking starving.”

“Deal.”

“Niall, babe...it’s, like, almost five…”

Chloe wasn’t trying to bring much attention to the fact that it was nearly two hours past the time that Rachel was supposed to have Finny back at Niall’s house, but even she had begun to get worried by that point. The party had already started and was in full force; the food was out, drinks flowing and the room filled with the happy chattering of their friends and guests who had all arrived. All except for one. Fionn. Chloe could tell by the intensely nervous wiggle of Niall’s knee as he sat on the arm of the couch and the shakiness of his thumb as it hovered over the screen of his phone, that he was feeling that same deep and unsettling worriedness too. He had already tried to call Rachel six times, and Niall was contemplating making one more.

“I know, love,” he quietly mumbled, peeking up at Chloe who was standing beside him with a mixed drink clutched in her hand, “she hasn’t answered any of me calls. I–...I don’t know what else to do.”

“You don’t think…” Chloe paused briefly at her own ignorant thought, Niall’s eyes narrowing slightly as he darted his stare over hers. “No...no, she’s gonna bring him back.”

Huffing out a sigh, he ran a jittery hand up through his dark hair as he dropped his eyes back down to his phone. “Yeah...she will, I know she will.”

“Maybe something just came up?”

Niall let his chin hang to his chest with a short sigh, reaching up to mindlessly rub his fingertips across the side of his forehead. Chloe rolled her lips into her mouth as she watched him; she could feel the anxiousness he was exuding and it hurt her to even fathom the thoughts were going through his mind. Gently placing a palm to his upper back, she rubbed down the span of his broad shoulder to splay her hand at the front of his chest and bent over, pushing a sweet kiss to the top of his head. “It’s gonna be fine, baby,” she softly whispered as she gave him another calming peck to his temple, “he’ll be here any min–”

She didn’t even get to finish her sentence before they heard Niall’s front door swing open and the shrill voice of Rachel belting out across the expansiveness of the condo. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

The entire room fell silent, an eerie silent, just the faint sound of the music playing in the background as all eyes went wide and shot over to where Rachel was standing by the front door. Chloe’s mouth fell agape at the sight of her, quickly peeking down at Rachel’s side to see Finny stumble into the doorway after her, his little overnight bag strapped to his back.

“Da!”

Chloe heard a faint gasp slip from Niall’s lips as he caught glimpse of his son and he stood up beside her, a huge smile forming on Fionn’s face as he ran towards his father, colliding his tiny body right into Niall’s awaiting arms. Chloe peeked over to watch them, a tiny smirk tugging at her lips as Niall crouched down and hugged Finny with all his might. Fionn’s little arms were wrapped so tight around his dad’s neck, he was surely cutting off his circulation. “Missed you so much, buddy,” Niall mumbled against the side of little boy’s face before he planted a kiss to his cheek, “Glad you’re home.”

“Me too, Da.” It was the sweetest interaction Chloe had ever seen between them and she pulled in a deep breath and brought her hand up to her mouth to cover her growing smile. But her smile, nor the boys’ sweet moment, would last much longer.

“Her, Niall? You’re fucking her?”

It was Rachel’s raucous voice, and insulting words, that once again broke everyone out of their focus on Niall and Fionn and Chloe flung her stare back to the girl standing by the doorway, her brows furrowing wildly at her statement. She could already feel the anger bubbling up in the pit of her stomach, and it was the just the way Rachel was looking at her, that made her want to storm right over and knock her the fuck out.

Niall slowly stood up, Finny keeping his body as close to Niall as he could, hugging him around his waist with his face tucked down against his hip. “Rach–”

“No,” Chloe finally spoke up, flicking her stare over her shoulder to Niall as she held out a palm to stop him. Niall’s mouth sat in a jilted part as he looked at her, his blue eyes wide and the tip of his tongue barely tracing over his bottom lip. Chloe swallowed hard as she kept her stare locked with his, the unspoken words that were wafting between them more than enough to explain what the other meant before she quietly set her drink down on the table and walked over towards Rachel. The girl had her arms crossed tight over her chest, an almost defensive posture with her hip cocked out and her jaw matching and Chloe’s eyes narrowed profusely as she stepped closer to her. She could feel the heavy pounding of her heart in the back of her ears, feel it rattling in her chest and it was merely egging her on. “Do you have a problem?”

“Do I have a problem?” Rachel snickered, rolling her shoulders back, “You’re fucking my husband!”

The air was nearly knocked out of Chloe’s lungs, so much so that it got stuck at the back of her throat as her mouth hung open in what she could only describe as complete and utter shock. Were Chloe’s ears hearing right? Did Rachel really just say that? “You’re, um...you’re what?” Chloe blurted out with a disillusioned chuckle. Was this really happening right now? Oh my God. Whipping her head around, she immediately caught Niall’s stare and pointed down at Fionn who was still firmly attached to his waist. “Cover his ears, now.”

Not even hesitating, Niall put his big palms flat on either side of the little boys face, keeping his stare on Chloe. She threw him a smile before peeking over at Liz, who was standing on the other side of the room from Niall, absolutely dumbfounded at the altercation that was about to take place, before she quickly turned her attention back to Rachel. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck is going on in that deluded head of yours, but he hasn’t been your husband since the moment you fucking spread your legs for some other guy,” Chloe snided, with a quirk of her brow.

Rachel’s mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard what I said,” Chloe continued, glaring at the girl, her voice starting to raise a bit louder than she was anticipating as her unwieldy anger started to build, “you treated him like shit, okay. It was your choice to throw him away for someone else like he didn’t even matter. Like he didn’t give you a good life or a great little boy. But really, ya know, I guess, I should thank you,” Chloe added before stepping closer to Rachel and lowering her voice to just above a whisper, “because he is the best sex I have ever had.”

If Chloe could have taken a snapshot of the look on Rachel’s face in that single moment, she would have treasured it forever. But the glory of what she had clapped back with didn’t last for long and Rachel’s eyes grew big, her mouth pursing into a small line. “I’m gonna fucking rip your throat out!”

It was a split second of Rachel practically lunging towards Chloe before Niall had rushed over to step between them, Liz hurrying over to grab onto Fionn and holding him tight to her. “Rachel, what the fuck!” Niall yelled out, his body slotting in front of Chloe as he held a hand at Rachel’s torso, “Stop it right now!”

Her head shook back and forth at Niall as she tried to push away at his restraining palm, her deadly glare locked in on Chloe. “You will never fucking have him!”

“Bitch, I already do,” Chloe snipped back, Niall twisting his head to look back at her with furrowed brows as she tried her best to peer around him at Rachel.

Pointing out a finger at the dark haired girl, Rachel’s face was contorted red with anger, an anger that Niall himself had rarely seen in all the years he had known her and he continued to flick his attention between the two girls as he tried his best to control the both of them. “You will never have him like I did, do you hear me?” Rachel continued to shout, “You don’t deserve him and you will never be a mother to my son.”

Chloe’s tensing body slowed to a stop, her raised arms hanging down at her sides as she felt the air lose itself from her strangled lungs. Niall eased back a bit as Rachel took the opportunity to finish what she had started. “I know your secrets, Chloe, all your dark little secrets that you don’t want anyone to know and believe me when I say that Niall would never love a used up slut like you…”

Gasping lightly from her outburst, Chloe’s stare shot wide and her mouth hung open. “Rachel, don’t–”

“He wouldn’t dare waste his time with someone like you if he really knew the truth,” she growled out, her chest heaving under the press of Niall’s hand, “If he really knew the kinda person you are and the things you’ve done.”

With her dark eyes already filling with the wetness of her hot tears, Chloe struggled with keeping her chin from wobbling as she darted her watery stare with Rachel, shaking her head in a plead. “Rachel, please!”

The room fell to a deadly silence, so quiet Chloe could feel it scratching at her eardrums, and no one made a sound, not a single sound, except for the shaky uncertain breath that pushed past Chloe’s lips. Niall peered over at her, his brows wrinkling in confusion and concern and she slowly met his gaze for a moment before looking back at Rachel. “You...you are a horrible fucking person, Rachel,” she squeaked out in a whisper, shaking her head through her weakened cries, “truly a horrible person.”

Squeezing her eyes closed, Chloe slapped a hand over her mouth to hold in her sobs as the tears began to slip down her cheeks and she pushed past Niall and Rachel, running straight out of the opened front door. “Chloe!” Niall yelled out for her, his mind starting to go into a frenzy, unsure as to what exactly was happening and what he should do, “Chloe!”

He felt a rush of air as Liz whizzed past him to follow after Chloe and Niall lowered his hand from Rachel before spinning around and looking straight at Finny. “Little man, I need ya to go in your room for a bit, yeah? Shut your door behind ya.”

Finny quietly nodded his head and took off down the hallway to his room, Niall flicking his stare around to his various friends that were still standing in shock in the open space of his condo. He silently listened for the click of Fionn’s bedroom door before he swung himself back around to face Rachel. He wasn’t sure he had ever felt the amount of anger towards her as he was feeling in that exact moment, not even when he had caught her cheating in his bed. “Have ya fuckin’ lost your goddamn mind?”

“Have you, Niall? She was my friend!”

Niall’s head cocked back, his mouth parted at her comment. “I don’t give a shit if she was your friend, she’s my fuckin’ friend. She’s my best friend and my fuckin’ girlfriend! She was there for me and Finny every fuckin’ day, Rachel, every single day after you left and through all the shit you put us through!”

Rachel let out a displeased huff as her eyes darted fast over Niall’s face. “Oh really, were you fucking her back then to?”

“No, Rachel, ‘cause I’m not a lyin’ manipulative cunt like you.”

A few gasps came from behind Niall and he watched as Rachel dotted her stare around him, his brows cocking up as she slowly eased her eyes back to his. “How could you do this to me?”

“To you?” Niall let out a irritated chuckle and shook his head, running his hand over his face in avid frustration. “I’m not doin’ nothin’ to you! You’re the one fuckin’ comin’ up in here, attackin’ and insultin’ me girlfriend, the girl that I love–….” He stopped as the words left his lips. His head was fuzzy, disoriented with everything that was going on but in that split second, Niall knew that what he had just blurted out was the most coherent, most honest, thing he had said all damn day, or his whole life for that matter. “I fuckin’–, Jesus, I fuckin’ love that girl–and you’re not gonna walk into me house and treat her like that. You don’t get to do that, Rachel. You don’t get to embarrass her in front of all our friends and treat her like a piece of shit just ‘cause you’re pissed off and jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Oh, you’re not?” Niall said with a raise of his brows, “Is that why you came in here shoutin’ that I’m still your husband when you’re gettin’ ready to marry someone else? Fuckin’ save it, Rachel.”

“You shouldn’t be with her,” Rachel shot back, darting her eyes over Niall’s.

“That’s not up to you to decide. You’re not allowed to get angry over that and come in here tryin’ to make a fool out of Chloe in front of everyone just ‘cause you’re upset,” Niall continued, waving his hands about as his voice grew louder with conviction, “I know what that feels like; ya did the same exact shit to me and I’m not gonna let ya do it to her.”

His eyes flicked with hers, watching as the heat of her madness bubbled to the apples of her cheeks. “You fucking brought this all on yourself, Niall.”

Swallowing hard, Niall stepped closer to her and leaned in. “You know what? Maybe I did, maybe I was the reason ya cheated on me but I’m glad I brought it on meself. I’m glad ya fuckin’ cheated, shit, I’m fuckin’ ecstatic ya did. And ya know why? Because of that fuckin’ girl,” he went on, pointing a finger over Rachel’s shoulder towards the hallway. “If you’d not done what ya did...if you’d not slept with someone else and broke up our family, I wouldn’t be with her right now, I wouldn’t be the happiest that I have ever been in me life. So, yeah, I’m glad I brought it on meself and I guess I should thank ya for it.”

Rachel gulped back a breath and tightened her arms over her chest. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

“And you’re fuckin’ insane,” he barked back, “now get the fuck outta me house.”

“Fuck you, Niall!” Rachel screamed out in response as she took a step closer to him. “You’re gonna regret this, all of this! You know that? You’re gonna regret talking to me like this, treating me like this!”

Niall rolled his eyes and shook his head once more as he leaned down into her and pointed towards the door. “Rachel, I’m not gonna say it again, get the fuck out of me house!” The words bellowed out so deep, with so much rage and assuredness, everyone could practically feel it shaking the floor beneath their feet.

The tears began to seep down Rachel’s cheeks as she spun around to walk out of his condo, stopping right as she stepped past the door frame. “You’ll be sorry, just wait. You’ll be fucking sorry for this.”

And with that last bit of a threat, she was gone. Dropping his head into the cradle of his palm as his eyes fell closed, Niall pushed out a deep sigh, his fingertips digging into the skin of his forehead as Jack and Damien both stepped up on either side of him. “Dude…are you alright?”

“Man, what the fuck was that?”

It was really all his friends could say to him, to comfort him as they were having just as hard a time as Niall wrapping their heads around what had just transpired. Carefully lifting his face from the cups of his palms, Niall roughly carded his fingers up through his messy hair and without a word to either guy, went to take a step towards the open door in attempt to go after Chloe just as Liz came flying back into the apartment.

She came to a dead stop right in front of Niall, her big blue eyes darting wild over his. “I...I tried to talk to her,” Liz stuttered out, restlessly gnawing at her bottom lip, “she won’t say anything to me at all, she’s just...crying. You have to go try and talk to her, Niall, you’re the only one that can. She sitting in the north stairwell.”

Niall’s glassy eyes fluttered in slight relief to know that Chloe was at least okay and safe and he let out a shuddered breath before nodding his head at her. “Go check on Fionn,” he ordered Liz, “I’ll go get her.”

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28allthelove28 · 7 years

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Into The Trees, You and Me (Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction)

Hello, this is my first ever fan fiction so sorry if It’s rubbish! Harry and Louis walk their dog Clifford and ‘rest’ by a waterfall. It’s affectionate and there is smut (explicit) but the whole story is pretty cute! (4100 words)

INTO THE TREES, YOU AND ME

“Come on, love” Louis whispers as he holds out his hand.

Harry takes it, muttering “Oops, clumsy pup” as he turns around to check on Clifford, whilst simultaneously tripping over a loose stone.

“Harold, are you talking about our dog or yourself?”

“Oh, fuck off!” Harry giggles happily and entwines their fingers as they stroll along the woodland path.

Louis mock gasps, holding his hand to his chest “Harold, do not speak like that in front of Clifford!”

Harry smiles fondly at his ridiculous husband and their equally ridiculous dog. “What, our baby?”

“Yes, of course.” Louis replies, seriously. “My only baby.”

Though a sudden laugh escapes Harry lips, he quickly pouts and frowns. “I thought I was your only baby” he grumbles, blinking his green eyes as innocently as possible.

Louis mock scowls “Now I’m gonna be the one telling you to fuck off.”

“Stop that right now, Louis. We need to be setting a good example for our Clifford” Harry laughs, in mock disgrace, as he watches their big clumsy dog scampering off up the rocks ahead.

“Ohh I don’t see you setting much of an example with this very tasteful outfit you’ve chosen today!” Louis teases, as he steps back to scan up and down Harry’s legs with a raised eyebrow. He’s wearing shorts that are probably far too short, probably a little too tight, and probably completely inappropriate, but because it’s Harry, they somehow work and they somehow look amazing.

Of course.

Harry has a tendency to think he’s a lot smaller than he actually is. Much like their dog, Clifford, actually. Also, Harry is a total exhibitionist and a borderline naturist. Everyone knows that.

“Excuse me Louis but it’s a hot day and I don’t see you complaining” Harry smirks as he seductively tugs at the neck of his loose vest, to run a hand slowly down his chest and peeks at Louis sinfully from over his shoulder.

“Oh my god, do not fucking start!” Louis grins as he throws a stick for Clifford to chase. “Or I’ll throw you into that water along with this stick!”

Harry’s eyes light up mischievously. “Oh! So you want me wet do you, Lou?” He jokes playfully as he walks nearer the river and moves his curls out of his eyes.

Louis follows him, smiling and gently rubbing his arm. “You’re an absolute disgrace.”

Harry throws a stick back to Clifford who is now splashing about in the water, having the time of his life. Harry laughs at the silly dog and turns around to face Louis with a dimpled smile. “You love it, though.”

Louis breaks from admiring the trees reaching around them. “Yes.” He smiles up to his boy. “Yes. I do.”

Harry places a gentle hand on Louis’ hip and steps nearer to him, so the toes of their shoes are touching. He leans down slightly and kisses Louis lovingly on the lips. Louis mirrors him, lightly wrapping his hand around Harry’s waist to kiss him back. They rest their foreheads together and smile at each other, giggling slightly before kissing a few more times.

“Come on, Cliff!” Louis calls happily as he beckons the dog out of the river and back onto the path. Clifford obediently runs up to his dads, panting enthusiastically with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, as he shakes off his wet fur.

One of the reasons Louis loves Clifford so much, besides having someone to care for when he’s away from his sisters, and someone to cuddle when Harry’s not around, is the fact that Clifford is actually just the dog version of Harry. Beautiful, brunette, curly, clumsy, cute, cuddly, cheeky, loveable, much bigger than he thinks, and of course, makes Louis smile.

He hasn’t told Harry this of course. It would flatter him far too much, and Louis would never hear the end of it.

It’s not because he worries that this would strengthen Clifford’s bond with Harry over his, and that Harry might become the favourite parent.

Not at all.

Nope.

Harry pats Clifford affectionately on the head then squirms at the muddy water that still clings to his fur. “Erghh” he laughs and wipes his hand on his shorts. “You big mess, Cliff!”

Louis fonds at his curly haired boys, shaking his head. “We’ll have to give him a bath when we get home.”

“WE!?” Harry questions over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow and smiling adoringly, as the three of them carry on walking up the leafy path.

“Yes, we!” Louis replies, attempting to frown. “Just throw him in the pool, Haz, he’ll be fine.” He jokes, as he ruffles Clifford’s thick, soggy fur.

Harry barks out a loud laugh. “Absolutely not.”

“What!?” Louis squeaks.

Harry rolls his eyes and reaches for his husband’s hand so they are back to walking closely side by side. “We have to swim in there, Lou. No way is Cliff getting in when he’s this mucky.”

The pair chuckle and shake their heads, breathing out contented sighs as they scramble up the path.

The walk continues like this.

Sun filtering through the gaps in the leaves, making the forest floor golden. The light dances against Harry and Louis, illuminating their tanned skin and falling in shadows across their features.

They both look gorgeous.

As always.

The path continues to wind and dip beside the river. Clifford jumps after rainbows made when the sun catches in sparkles in the little waterfalls that mark the route.

Harry and Louis peacefully drift in and out of chat, commenting on the plants and insects around them, asking nonsensical questions about nature, that neither of them know the answers to but still pretend that they do.

The boys share funny stories about stupid things that them and their friends have done over the years. Stories the other hasn’t heard before, and in-jokes that keep being told but are still funny. Memories from before they belonged to each other, before they’d ever met, and memories which are theirs and will always be theirs.

They make a mental note to invite Liam and Niall round for another BBQ soon, they talk about their families and say a cheery hello to the other walkers who very occasionally come past. They stop every now and again for kisses and stupid selfies. To help untangle Clifford from whatever mess he’s gotten into, and for Louis to tease Harry as he climbs up onto log piles to get that perfect artistic photo.

“You’ll thank me when my book is published and half the photos are of you!” Harry shouts as he skips after Louis and delicately removes his boy’s cap, to place a green fern leaf into his fluffy hair, and comb stray strands out of his eyes. “Stunning” Harry admires, proudly. “Beautiful.” He cups Louis’ chin and gently lifts it with his thumb to bow down and kiss him sweetly on the tip of his nose. “Don’t pretend you don’t love being my muse, boo” he flirts.

Crinkles crease around the edges of Louis’ eyes as he beams and dashes off with Clifford to pick out some pink flowers to softly weave into Harry’s hair. Louis brushes the edges of Harry’s face and, playfully squeezing his cheeks together, gives him a sloppy little kiss, before coiling a shiny curl round his finger and watching it spring back behind Harry’s ear. “So so pretty, baby” he coos, only half joking. “My princess.”

Before Harry has time to bask in his favourite compliment, Louis is twirling away from him again. “Race you to the big waterfall, Haz!”

Twelve limbs stumbling all on top of each other to the sound of breathless laughter and pants, flower crowns falling onto soft moss, claws scraping into the soil, rucksacks and tee shirts pulled over heads and flung to the ground. Harry, Louis and Clifford settle down on a rug in a little curve of rock-face just opposite the waterfall.

Closed off from the forest and away from the public steps, Harry nestles into Louis’ open arms, comfortably leaning his bare back against his husband’s bare chest and resting his arms over Louis’ knees, which cradle Harry on either side. One hand draws soft circles and hearts into the hair on Louis’ calf and the other caresses Louis’ arm, which is wrapped comfortingly around his waist.

Louis tangles kisses into Harry’s hair before resting his chin on the top of Harry’s head, the feeling of his boy’s curls is soft against his stubble, as the pair peacefully watch birds flutter around the noisy stream of water that crashes down onto the mossy rocks.

“Admiring the view, babe?” Louis teases into Harry’s ear. One of their many in-jokes.

“Always.” Harry replies, as he twists his arm beneath Louis’ to jokingly slap the edge of Louis’ bum. Harry leans forward to offer Clifford a dog chew and watch him excitedly carry it away a little further down the rocks and get stuck in.

He feels a gentle kick to his bum before Louis is launching himself at Harry, hands round his waist and pulling him back into his arms. A playful bite to Harry’s shoulder and quick kisses to his neck and jaw. “Mine” he whispers into Harry’s ear and he lays his boy onto the ground.

“Yours” Harry sighs, as he watches Louis clamber over his legs to straddle him and sit over his lap with a mischievous smirk, the sound of their happy laughter echoing against the rushing sound of the waterfall.

Harry pushes himself up onto the palms of his hands, lining his face nearer Louis’ to confidently look him in the eyes. “Behave Louis” he laughs. “Clifford is only young.”

Louis snorts out a loud laugh and buries his head into the crook of Harry’s shoulder, which is shaking slightly from his own laughter. Louis turns round to watch Clifford laying on his front, contentedly focused on battling with the chew toy held between his big paws. “He’s busy.” Louis says, as he holds his palm against Harry’s slightly flushed chest and softly pushes him back down to lay against the blanket and place his hands on either side of Harry’s head, so he’s leaning directly over him.

“Oh” Harry replies slowly, raising his eyebrows and smiling. He grips his man’s wrists and slowly brushes his hands up Louis arms till they sweep over his shoulders, dip into his collar bones then slide around the back of Louis neck, to hold him. Harry’s fingers stroke Louis’ hair and play with the longer strands that flick out slightly at the back, tugging lightly on one, as he uses his other hand to pull Louis’ face down towards his.

The boy’s faces are inches apart, looking at each other fondly with silent, knowing grins, green eyes meeting blue. Without breaking eye contact Louis dips his head slightly to the side and runs his nose along the side of Harry’s, who lifts his head up slightly to keen into the touch, and rub his nose back against Louis’. Harry parts his lips slightly, pushing them as near to Louis’ as he can without touching them. Teasing.

Louis isn’t one to let anyone win though, unless it comes to Harry of course. He leans back, momentarily breaking their closeness, before lightly running the tip of his nose along the soft pink seam between Harry’s lips. He looks Harry in the eyes one more time, a twinkle in his own as he watches the darkness spreading from Harry’s pupils, before he closes his eyes and takes Harry’s bottom lip between his own lips and kisses him properly.

Lifting his head up to kiss into Louis’ mouth, Harry holds Louis’ shoulders to bring his body down against his, as Louis cradles Harry’s head with one hand, and lays his other atop of Harry’s chest.

They kiss each other deeply. Open lips, wet, soft. Their heads lolling and chins resting against each other as Harry’s hands swim up and down Louis’ back and around his sides, tracing the back of his finger into the curve of Louis’ waist. Louis entwines his fingers through Harry’s growing curls and massages his scalp, letting his thumb run over the curve of Harry’s ear, as the waterfall gushes loudly beside them, irrelevant. A soft breeze tickles the boy’s skin, unnoticed.

Harry cups Louis’ chin to pull him nearer into a faster, more urgent kiss. A kiss that says there’s more. A kiss that leads somewhere.

And Louis knows.

He cups Harry’s neck, applying gentle pressure to the throat with his thumb, as his other hand leaves Harry’s hair to swipe quickly down his body and grab his hip, pulling it up so Harry’s legs bend and his knees grip at Louis’ sides, pushing him down harder onto his lap, as Louis begins to grind onto him.

Their kisses become sloppier and wetter, quicker, harder and more desperate, as they’re interrupted with breaths which escape their lips fast, as Harry thrusts up into Louis. Breathing heavier, Louis’ hands trace over Harry’s body and run down.

Down from his chest, down over his stomach and down onto his crotch, pressing his palm down hard onto the bulge beneath Harry’s little shorts, causing the fabric to stretch out around his already obvious erection.

It looks really hot.

God. Louis has always been so gone for this boy.

This adorable, cuddly, sweet, boy, with the face of an angel and a heart of pure gold, but who is also a complete exhibitionist and is shamelessly dirty.

Harry demands for Louis’ touch but is powerless to it, flirts outrageously with him but would do anything if Louis asked. He’s devilishly handsome, all long smooth legs and thick thighs, all the right muscle in all the right places, dark puffy lips and wide glossy eyes. He’s as hungry for Louis as Louis is for him, and it’s always been this way, since they were 16 and 18.

Harry is total filth and Louis fucking loves it.

Harry whines underneath him, his chest falling deep as he sighs out expletives into the hot air when Louis moves his fingers to grip around Harry’s hard penis through his shorts and tug it up and down slowly.

“Ah, fuck” Harry lets his head fall back while Louis palms him a few more times, letting out his own erotic ‘ah’ sounds as breathy encouragement, and because this is turning him on too.

Like it always does.

Harry has this beautiful boy grinding on him, touching him so good and he’s barely even started yet. Louis’ watching him with those blue eyes that have become all Harry can see, flicking his fringe back with an open mouth as his fingers lightly trail down his own chest, painfully slow, till he’s grabbing at his own crotch with a deep sigh.

It’s so hot and Harry can’t take it.

Louis is always too much and that’s just how he likes it. They’re in public in a fucking forest, their fucking dog is asleep right there and here is Louis straddling him, their hard dicks in his hands, with the filthiest, hottest look on his face.

God, he loves him.

“Ugh! Fuck, Louis” he pleads, leaning up to tug Louis’ shorts down and grab his husband’s hard cock. Louis gasps at the sudden contact and immediately pushes into Harry’s hand, which is twisting just beneath the head of his cock then tugging back down to the base, as he licks wet kisses into the hair on Louis’ chest.

“Ahh” Louis whispers his boy’s name with eyes tight shut as he pulls at Harry’s hair, then looks beneath him to push down Harry’s shorts and take him in his hand. “Mmmh, Lou. Yess” he feels Harry breathe against his skin as his hand squeezes around him.

The boys tangle in each other’s laps, thrusting into each other’s pumping fists, speaking in heavy sighs and loud moans and rushed, messy kisses.

“You first, babe” Louis sighs, as he takes Harry’s shoulders and gestures for him to lay on his back.

“Push me.”

Louis nearly chokes but he knows exactly what Harry’s like, and he can see it in his eyes. Trust and mischief and want.

Hands fanned out on Harry’s chest and looking him in the eye whilst he licks his lips, Louis pushes Harry to the ground.

Harry’s watching Louis in awe, cheeks flushed and pupils blown. He spreads his legs wide and grasps his own dick in his hands, his chest rising fast with each breath pouring out of his pretty lips. Mouth hung open and eyebrows knitted low.

Louis locks eyes with him, his own mouth open in an o shape and his brow furrowed, just from watching Harry. He wastes no time in settling between Harry’s legs, dragging his palms up soft thighs and sucking wet kisses into hot skin.

One of Louis’ hands reaches up to circle Harry’s soft, puffy nipple and tug it hard between his fingertips as his other hand moves to apply pressure to Harry’s abdomen, just below his tummy button. It sends tingles through Harry’s body, who’s still touching his dick and breathing out fast and low.

Louis leans down to lick up Harry’s dick, pressing his tongue down flat and wide, feeling Harry shiver beneath him. With his hands now holding Harry’s hips down firmly, Louis pushes Harry’s hand away from his cock using just his tongue. He weaves the pointed tip between Harry’s fingers until his flushed, hard dick lies heavy up his belly, and Louis licks a firm stripe up it, so it presses down harder on Harry’s stomach.

Harry hands are tangling up in his own hair as his back arches up from the ground.

Still only using his hands to circle into Harry’s hips, Louis presses the insides of his wet lips against the sensitive flesh of Harry’s foreskin, before sliding his lips to lock fully around Harry’s head and grip tightly enough to lift up Harry’s cock with just his mouth, and slide lower down.

Hollowing his cheeks to suck down further, Louis swirls his tongue up and down the shaft of Harry’s cock. “Oh my god. Oh god, Louis!” Harry breathes out as Louis begins to bob his head so his lips slide wetly up and down the head of Harry’s cock. “Oh god!” Harry breathes out as he watches Louis and tugs on tufts of his hair.

Louis swallows his mouth down till he almost chokes then slides his lips up to swirl around the sensitive tip. Licking and sucking Harry harder, Louis lets out a low “hmm” which vibrates beautifully against Harry’s dick, before he unwraps it from his mouth to start pumping the base fast with his hand. “Ah” Harry sighs loudly, as Louis purrs “Cum for me, babe.”

He positions his mouth open over Harry’s head so that with every thrust of his hand the sensitive tip of Harry’s cock hits against Louis’ wet tongue, fucking into it.

“Ah! Ah fuck, fuck” Harry breathes out “Lou that’s really hot.”

Louis holds his tongue down against Harry’s head as he writhes beneath Louis’ touch, breathing out little ah, ah, ah’s.

Louis keeps working Harry’s cock with his hand then swims his tongue across the sensitive tip of Harry’s cock and dips the pointed end of his tongue into Harry’s slit.

“AHH FUCK” Harry throws his head back, eyes tight shut and bearing his teeth, wincing with the sensitive pleasure, as his cock twitches.

Louis’ tongue is swirling fast over Harry’s head, mixing with leaking pre-cum and his own dripping saliva, as Harry pants fast and loud.

Louis’s hand works Harry’s base fast and squeezes as his lips vice around the top and drag up tightly towards the head.

“Fuck fuck FUCK” Harry winces as Louis squeezes his cock with his hand and his lips and presses his tongue into Harry’s slit again.

“YES!” Harry body juts up, thrusting his cock further into Louis’ hot mouth as his stomach flutters and convulses and his breath catches in his tightening chest, his legs shake as he sighs low and cums in Louis’ mouth.

Hot bursts of thick cum trickle down Louis’ throat as he sucks hard and swallows him down.

Louis licks Harry’s cock clean as he watches him laying back with lips hung wide open in rapture and his eyes glazed over, breathing heavily.

Harry rests his head to the ground, fluttering his eyelids shut and running lazy fingertips down his chest, sighing contentedly and dazed “ahh, Louis.”

“So so hot, babe” Louis comments, leaning over to meet their lips in a slow, dirty kiss.

Harry sighs into it, “Hmm.” He’s hazy from his orgasm but he needs to please Louis.

Wants to.

Harry cups Louis’ face with his hand and guides him to lay on his back. He leans over him to whisper in his ear, breath hot and curls tickling Louis’ skin. “You’re next, angel.”

Harry glides his big hands down Louis torso and presses into his waist to steady himself and sit with his legs either side of Louis’ hips.

Harry licks over his own hand, exaggerating each movement. He opens his mouth wide against his palm and tilts his head back, watching his boy with a filthy look, before grabbing Louis’ cock and touching.

“Ah fuck, princess!” Louis sighs as Harry straddles and wanks him like he was born to do it. Strong thighs spread wide, chest arching forward and tousling his hair back wildly, as if it were his own cock his hands were gripping.

“You’re so hard, baby” he breathes, his voice deep and his hands tugging Louis’ cock faster. “So hot, you look so good.”

Louis’ eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth falling open, and his hands smoothing over his chest, playing with his own nipples.

“Fuck, Harry. So good.” He stretches up to lock eyes with his boy, panting. “Ah, suck me off. Please!”

“Hmm” Harry moans. “Always babe, fuck.”

Harry ducks his head down and takes Louis’ dick in his mouth. Sucking down straight away to meet his own hand at the base, then straight up to the head and back. Bobbing up and down quick and lapping with his tongue.

“AH! HARRY! Ahh fuckkk” Louis’ chest is heaving, rippling the shape of his breaths down to his stomach and back up, breathing hard. “Feels so good already, fuck!” His knees bend up from the ground and he thrusts fast into the wet heat of Harry’s mouth.

Harry’s fist is pulsing at the base of Louis’ cock, twisting up fast as he sucks hard. His tongue is so incredibly wet and his lips press down firmly. “Ah god, I’m already so close” Louis sighs.

Harry slides two fingers up the shaft of Louis’ cock and into his mouth, licking them between his tongue and the soft edges of his mouth, before they’re gone again.

Louis’ squirming at the extra pressure against his leaking cock before he feels two sticky wet fingers pressing against his hole. “AH shit! Ah!” He’s so fucking close, tingles spreading in his abdomen.

He looks breathlessly at Harry sucking his dick, their eyes meet as Harry’s finger tips circle harder into the edge of his rim then suddenly push inside.

“AHHHH” Louis throws his head back and cums hard into Harry’s mouth.

Cock still thrusting in with the final waves of Louis’ pleasure, Harry splutters and slides his lips slowly off of Louis’ dick. He kisses it dry then lays by his boy’s side.

They hold their hands together loosely and slow their breathing down, between little salty kisses on used lips.

“Hmm, a very nice walk” Harry teases into Louis’ hair.

Louis laughs sleepily, “Oh shush!”

The boys slowly compose themselves, blinking in the early evening sun.

They dress each other softly, smoothing hands over each other’s skin, little kisses and little touches. Caring and peaceful.

They pack away their things, gently wake up a snoozing Clifford, ruffling his soft fur, and with slightly shaky limbs Harry and Louis make their way down the rocks and back onto the path.

Ambling along hand in hand with smug smiles on their lips and a content dog by their side, Harry and Louis notice a young group of friends approaching them from over the bridge.

A mutter of polite good evenings and an aww at Clifford, the group passes, leaving Harry and Louis spitting out bursts of laughter and adolescent giggles.

“That was so fucking close!” Harry gasps with a grin, wide eyed.

“HA! I know, fuck!” Louis laughs “Typical us.”

Harry sighs, nudging his husband in the arm. “Typical us.”

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spartanguard · 7 years

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washed clean

just a bit of bathtub smuff-adjacent inspired by this post from @thesschesthair. @cocohook38 needs to get out of my head with her adorable bathtub art. all the thanks to @optomisticgirl for beta’ing!!! (A/N: yes, I know there’s another great bathtub fic out there. I’ve been working on this one for over a week.)

rating: Light M | ~3.4k | AO3

Defeating the monster of the week had been relatively easy, once they finally caught up with it. But a long day of chasing after it through the forest had left Emma bruised, dusty, and visibly drained. Killian wasn't much better, with grit in his hair from taking a fall and sweat-soaked everything clinging to his skin. It took less convincing than he thought it would to get her to poof them home, right into the bathroom.

He immediately set about drawing up a bath in their old-fashioned claw foot tub, adding the lavender-scented bubble bath she loved, as she began undressing while leaning against the counter. Ever the gentleman, he helped her out of her mud-splattered jacket and hung it on the hook on the door to be cleaned later.

When he turned back around, her eyes were closed and her jeans and underwear were pooled at her feet, but he could see that the tenseness she'd carried home was dissipating in the way her chin met her chest and her mouth was quirked up just enough to form a shallow dimple.

He kissed the indent, pulling her from her moment of peace, but she didn't seem to mind. He settled his hand and hook on her waist and beckoned, "Come, love; let's get you in the water." In one motion, he'd pulled both her tank top and bra up over head, tossed them aside, and then offered his hand to her. With a shy smile, she took it, stepped out of the garments around her ankles, and let Killian escort her into the bath.

The involuntary sigh that she released upon settling in the tub and leaning her head back made him grin; they were both still getting used to these quiet, domestic moments of utter bliss, and he vowed not to take a single one for granted.

He went about following suit, easing out of his own dirty jacket and undoing the buttons of his vest and shirt. He'd just slipped off both garments and let them fall to the tile when he glanced at the tub—and couldn't see Emma.

"Swan? Love? Where are you?" He couldn't help the edge of panic that snuck into his voice; old habits died hard, after all. The bath was covered in suds and steam was filling the room, but not enough to obscure his vision.

Alarmed, he headed for the door, but had hardly taken two steps when his side was suddenly drenched in warm water, followed by a youthful giggle he’d never tire of hearing.

Laughter crinkled the corners of Emma’s eyes—pretty much all he could see over the foam of the bath where it was quite apparent she’d been hiding a moment ago, judging by the suds on top of her head and the tip of her nose. “That’s bad form, Swan,” he mockingly admonished, unable to hide his own grin at seeing her so carefree and relaxed. He stepped forward and swiped the soap off her nose with a finger before blowing it back at her. “You know I’m liable to have a heart attack at this age.”

“Then get in the tub, old man, before I’m as wrinkled as you should be.”

Not another moment was wasted as he slipped off his boots and jeans (he hadn’t bothered with those weird boxer brief things today), quickly undid the straps of his brace, and let it fall to the floor as he took his place in the opposite end of the bath. He too couldn’t help the automatic groan as the hot water soothed his aching muscles; once he was seated, he let his eyes close and head fall back on the curved edge of the tub, and just reveled in the comforting caress of the wet heat around him (not the first time that phrase had passed through his mind, but usually, that had to do with other far less innocent activities).

“Feels good, huh?” Emma pondered, drawing her toes along his leg underwater.

“Mmm, amazing,” he muttered back, hardly able to form words.

Once again, he was unexpectedly drenched; his eyes flew open to see Emma struggling to hold in her delight, leg still raised above the water’s surface after she’d evidently kicked that water at him.

He arched an eyebrow. “Did we not just have this conversation?”

“Maybe.” She splashed at him again.

“You're going to get water all over the floor and then you'll complain to me when you fall,” he tried to scold, but his heart wasn't in it.

She just raised her eyebrows in answer, challenging him to do something about it.

Of course, there wasn't a bloody thing he could do. Not when she was so relaxed and playful, or when she was letting him take care of her. Far be it for him to deny her—or himself, really—these simple moments of effortless joy that had been too long coming in their lives.

Either the bath really was that rejuvenating, or Emma was overtired to the point of being slaphappy. Regardless, she was glad Killian had talked her into this, if only to see the way he was trying (and failing) to be annoyed with her silliness. She never imagined having someone like this in her life: patient enough to deal with her at her best and at her worst, because she knew neither was easy to handle—let alone that she'd be able to call that person her husband.

Her husband who currently had a brow arched at her in attempt at admonishment, but she could easily see the smirk he couldn't hold back cutting a dimple into his scruffy cheek.

And then it melted into something else: his face relaxed and a soft smile formed on his perfect lips. It was a look she knew was reserved for her, in those moments he was completely, incandescently happy, and she was immeasurably grateful that she got to see it more and more.

Cautiously, obviously being careful to not cause waves lest he become guilty of what he’d just scolded her for doing, he drew up his legs and shifted his weight forward to kneel, then slid his forearms along the lip of the tub until he hovered over her. Firmly, he pressed a kiss against her lips. It wasn’t exactly chaste, but was only really heated in the insistent way it told her I love you without words. He lingered on her lips and started again, and she was just about ready to give in to more, placing her hands on his shoulders to pull him in tight, when something else came over her.

And she dunked his head in the tub instead.

Seconds later, he came up, sputtering, and quickly brushed his hair from his eyes to (try to) glare at her. “What the bloody hell was that for?”

She shrugged. “You weren’t wet yet.” Then, grinning, added, “And you were dirty.”

He resumed his spot leaning over her. “Oh, I was, was I?” His voice lowered seductively and the corner of his mouth ticked up. “Am I still?”

Humming, she mused over her response. She could very easily let this head elsewhere; she did so love to watch him fall apart. But the bath felt so good—and there were other ways for her to make him come undone.

She reached to the shelf at the side of the tub and grabbed Killian’s shampoo. “Yeah, you are,” she answered, and placed her other hand on the back of his neck, gently tugging him forward. “Come here.”

There was something youthful about the way she made him crouch in the tub—bent over and almost completely submerged, save for his back and head—and as much as she was still getting used to someone taking care of her, she knew the same was true for him and leapt at the opportunity to return the favor. She poured a good-sized dollop of shampoo in her palm, replaced the bottle on the shelf, and rubbed her hands together both in glee and to get a lather going.

It had to be magic, the way his hair was always so soft; even with the day’s sweat and various forest debris in it, even wet, it was silky against her fingers as she set to work massaging his scalp. The foamy white bubbles were a stark contrast to his raven locks, save for those odd light-colored ones she refused to tell him about.

And the sounds he was making—oh, lord. It was like her hands were much farther south, the way he was groaning and sighing. He’d practically collapsed against her chest, forehead to sternum; though she couldn’t see his face, she knew the wrecked look he was wearing (and, if she had her way, he’d be wearing it again later).

As she was finishing up the short hairs at the nape of his neck, she jumped at the feeling of vibration between her breasts. Like a kid blowing bubbles in his milk, there was Killian, doing the same in the bathwater in the valley of her bosom. She was frozen in shock at first—he’d never done anything like that before, not even in bed; it seemed like her silliness was wearing off on him.

So she kept with the theme and shoved his head underwater again.

This time when he rose back up, he shook his head like a dog before looking up and revealing a shit-eating grin.

“What was that?” she asked in faux indignation (as much as she could muster when he was looking so proud).

“Isn’t that what they call ‘motorboating’ nowadays?”

“Oh my god.” She hid her face in her palms.

“It is, isn’t it?” His voice took an edge of doubt, like it always did when he wasn’t sure if he was using slang correctly.

She looked back up to see his face had fallen a bit, and gave a reassuring smile. “It’s close enough.” And, winking, added, “I think I like your version better, anyway.”

He blushed a bit at that, with a tiny grin that made her heart flutter, but then scooted forward. “Now, Swan, I believe it’s my turn.” He reached behind her head and deftly dug a finger under the edge of her hair elastic, tugging it down as gently as he could to free her wet tresses. Then he grabbed the same bottle of shampoo, popped the cap, and drizzled it over her head; it was an odd, slimy, cool sensation, but not unpleasant.

After putting the bottle away, he tugged her toward him and moved so that he was straddling her thighs, then set to work on washing her hair.

The man had magic fingers, she swore; his long, graceful digits seemed to find her entire scalp all at once and before she knew it, she was melting against him, leaning against his left shoulder. A serene sigh escaped her lips and she felt a low chuckle vibrate across his chest as he continued to work.

She continued to come undone by his talented hand as her own unconsciously drifted to its favorite spot above his heart, drawing nonsense patterns in the thick hair plastered to his warm chest. She nestled further into the crook of his neck as he drifted down into the tresses hanging down her back, breathing in his comforting scent.

She was so lost in the haze left from the total relaxation created by his fingertips that she didn't realize he was done until he was carefully scooping water with his hand and pouring it on her hair to rinse it the suds away; of course, he was far too much a gentleman to use her dunking method of achieving the same. When he got to the front of her head, he whispered, “Close your eyes, love,” lest she get soap in them, but they had been shut for a long time.

At some point, she was aware of her hair covering her face, but was too content with the comforting weight of his stump on her side, the feel of him breathing against her, all of it to care much. Not until the caress of his fingers met her cheek as he brushed it aside and tucked it behind her ear. She finally opened her eyes then, to see his—so much bluer in the haze of steam and the edge of lust—staring down at her, corners crinkled from a gentle smile.

He pressed his stump into her side to guide her up to sitting, and then drew aside the hair covering the rest of her face. But then he paused, cupping her cheek, eyes darting back and forth like he was studying her.

“What is it?” She liked to make fun of him for being a book nerd, and she knew she was his favorite tome, but there was a different question behind his eyes now.

“Nothing, love,” he assured her, then reverted to what was quickly becoming one of his (and—she couldn't lie—her) favorite lines. “I just really, desperately need to kiss you.”

She knew how to answer that. Without wasting another second, her hands were on his neck and his was on her waist, and their mouths fused together like it had been ages since they last met (when the reality was they could hardly go an hour without the other).

Killian shifted his weight forward, pinning her between him and the edge of the tub—between his firm heat and the cool of enameled metal—making a dizzying contrast to the warm water around her and the growing need between her thighs, which were almost unbearably pressed together by his outside them. She bent a knee to try to create some friction, but only really succeeded in pushing against his ass and bringing him even closer, chest to chest.

But judging by the way his hips rotated into her—and the press of his cock against her abdomen when he did so—he needed it just as much as she did. Neither made any effort to do anything about it, though; they were too busy tasting the other, tongues dancing and his beard gently scratching her skin in time with the brush of his chest hair across her now-sensitive nipples.

Again, he ground into her, but he must have gone too far or hard because one of his knees suddenly slid out from under him. She instinctively grabbed under his arms to catch him before he completely fell forward; he realized what was happening just in time to slam his forearms against the edge of the tub and his feet against the back. But then there was an ominous glug-glug sound that accompanied the general thud of their flailing.

She knew the answer, but she had to ask. “...Did you just kick out the drain plug?”

“I believe so.”

“Dammit.”

It was slow, but the lowering water level was apparent as increasingly cool air hit her skin.

“Well, love, shall we take this elsewhere?” The way he was staring at her from under his thick lashes, water dripping off his fringe, offset the dropping temperature by raising the heat within. Slowly, she nodded her assent; she certainly couldn't voice it.

He gave a devilish smirk and pushed himself up out of the tub; she couldn’t help but admire the cascade of water droplets over his biceps as he rose. Or ignore the bob of his erection once he was upright. And then may have licked her lips when he stepped out, watching the rivulets run down his perfect behind as he searched for a towel.

Forget not knowing how he was hers—how was he even real?

But she knew he’d definitely confirm he was in just a bit, and until then, she’d just muse on this perfect man who somehow saw fit to love her.

The towel rack on the other end of their not-that-large bathroom had never seemed so far away as it did now, and it didn’t help that so much of Killian’s blood was rushing away from his brain, making it harder for him to concentrate on the task at hand. Sure, they were just going to be undoing anything that the bath had done to wash the sweat away, but that didn’t make his need to get them dry (well, drier) any less urgent.

He was fully aware of Emma’s eyes on him as he dried off with one of the plush towels she had insisted they needed; he may have made a show of flexing his muscles while drying his back and saw her swallow when he bent to get his legs. And he didn’t miss her disappointed sigh when he carefully wrapped it around his waist.

He also couldn’t ignore her tiny, involuntary shiver as the water continued to drain from the tub; despite all the steam, the temperature in the bathroom was dropping and it would be entirely ungentlemanly to leave a woman cold. He pulled another towel off the rack and threw it over his shoulder before turning his attentions back to her (not that they’d really wandered).

Once he stood at the side of the tub, he held out his hand. No words needed to be said for her to take it and let him help her stand. Then he whipped open the towel and quickly set about drying her off; first her hair, then down her shoulders and back. He wrapped the ends around the front and took his time in making sure her chest was clean, palming her breasts—one and then the other—through the fabric. He pressed her to him, keeping the towel wrapped around her with his breastbone, and made sure her rear end was similarly dry, gripping her side once he was satisfied. Holding the towel to her skin, he made one quick pass down and up her legs, before fluffing it out again and wrapping it around her like a hooded cloak.

“How’s that?” he asked as she grabbed the edges of the towel and held it tight.

“Perfect,” she answered breathily; his ministrations had the desired reaction—but he knew they would.

“Might I be allowed to escort the lady elsewhere, then?”

“You may.”

He extended his hand again to help her out of the tub; she gripped it and stepped over the edge regally, but her eyes never strayed from his and he could see the desire in her heavy gaze.

Though, perhaps she should have looked where she was stepping, because once her second foot met the tile, it slipped away from her and she squeaked in surprise; he only managed to grab her around the middle at the last second and pull her tight to him.

He sighed, and she glanced up at him sheepishly, knowing exactly what he was about to say.

“I believe I warned you what would happen with all that splashing.”

She just nodded, but then slid her hands from where they’d come to rest on his chest to up around his neck. Smiling cheekily, she added, “But I can’t complain when it’s brought us close.”

That much was true; he’d never tire of having her in his arms. “Then we better make sure it doesn’t happen again.” As he’d done so many times now, he hugged her close and lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around him as his hand securely held her ass through the towel.

Carefully, he stepped around the puddles toward the door as she pressed kisses to his neck—nearly tickling him, but not quite.

Once they passed the threshold, the dry floor of the bedroom was covered in the fewest strides possible and he quickly lowered Emma to the bed. Her silly seductions had made their way to him, and he was determined to make that last as long as possible—forever, if they could, but tonight would be a good start.

Dramatically, he pulled off his towel and tossed it across the room, then tugged hers away from where it had pooled around her hips, making her yelp when it slid out from under her. But still she looked up at him with an unmistakable hunger, one he was all too happy to take care of.

“So, Swan, are we clean now?” He wondered aloud, stepping into the space between her legs and hovering over her lips.

“Maybe,” she wryly observed, arching her pelvis slightly towards his as her hands found his shoulders.

“Are you sure?” he whispered in her ear, making her shiver again—the good kind this time. “I fear we may have missed a spot or two.”

“Oh yeah? Where?”

“Let me show you.”

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mrsbenedictbridgerton · 7 years

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I was prompted bed sharing so I used this: Your mate has taken your room to get lucky after the party. You’re my roommate and I can’t make you sleep on that shitty couch…

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Not smut really but on the mature side...

It was the right thing to do. She couldn’t make Killian sleep on that couch - it was worn with springs that liked to bite you in the ass at the most unexpected moments. And she had a king size bed. Plenty of room.

“Least I can do,” she smiled when he asked again if this was okay, dancing in her doorway with his hip hugging jeans and permanently ruffled hair.

Of course it was. They were roommates, had been for three months now. Craigslist had not failed her for once, providing someone who was neat and gainfully employed. In the time that had lived together in the downtown loft, they had become friends. Amigos. Amis. Etc. But she wasn’t blind. It didn’t hurt that he was just about the hottest man she had even came across. With an achingly beautiful face and a set of manners that would make the most suspicious mother swoon and beg him to marry their daughter. Far too good for anyone as messed as up her.

She tucked that thought away as she dove into the bathroom to change, leaving him to get under the covers. The party had been to celebrate his birthday. It had been deemed a success when her friends had really gotten along with his friends. So good that his best mate was now getting friendly with her best friend in his room. She couldn’t wait to tease Mary Margaret come the morning. Her friend rarely did anything that spontaneous so she knew this must be something special. That realization sent a little pang of longing for her own special someone to her heart. It had been a long time since Walsh and he’d turned out to be such a cliched asshole that she’d well and truly climbed back into her shell when it came to men.

Speaking of men... She returned to see he’d shucked off his jeans, leaving them neatly folded on the bedside table, but thankfully had left on his t-shirt. She’d caught him once coming out of the shower, just a week after he had moved in, and that image was not only seared on her memory but had made her flush so wildly she’d almost ran back to her room. The smattering of hair that covered his firm chest and the enticing trail that led down beneath the towel wrapped around his slim hips had made her mouth dry. It wasn’t the body of a man who slaved at the gym - but someone who worked and used his hands every day. And that made it an all the more erotic sight to her starved eyes.

The door closed behind her. Pulling awkwardly on the sleeves of her flannel pyjamas, Emma smiled thinly as he watched her walk towards the bed.

“Hey,” she smiled, chewing on her bottom lip as he shifted to give her more space. “So, good party?”

“Hmm,” he nodded, his blue eyes sparkling mysteriously. “Quite.”

There seemed to be loaded meaning to his answer, the way his gaze flitted over her and his voice became soft and gruff. She made herself look away.

Her heart was hammering as she turned of the little bedside lamp and tried to settle. She half wished she’d drank herself into a happy drunken lull- that way she’d be able to ignore the hot sensation of him being so close (and in her bed) and just fall asleep. Instead she listened to her pulse pound in her ears and the mingling of their breathing as it fell into tandem.

She shrugged herself into the bed a little more. He cleared his throat.

Then the faint sounds of bed springs and moans filtered from his room across the hall. Emma couldn’t hold back a nervous laugh. “I’d say Dave owes you big time Jones.”

“And why would that be, love?”

God, she loved it when he called her that. He did it every now and again and it never failed to send a shiver down her spine and straight to her lady parts. She heard him turn onto his side, the old iron bed creaking. She fixed her gaze on the little crack that ran down the centre of the ceiling.

“You know, he and Ms… in your bed…”

She could feel herself turning red. Oh damn, she was not that person to get shy about talk of sex. What the hell was wrong with her? She clenched her toes and tried to pull herself together.

“Oh,” she head him sigh. The covers shifted a little. She chanced a glance his direction and her breath caught at the way he was looking at her.

His eyes were that dark shade of sapphire she had only seen a few times. His lips tantalising, their edges curved in a half smile, his upper teeth biting down on his full bottom lip.

“What?” she asked, her blush deepening as his eyes dipped.

He seemed for a moment almost… shy. Confident, gregarious Killian Jones, the man who could light up a room with his megawatt smile was looking away from her like an inexperienced school boy. It gave her an unexpected thrill. And a sense of trepidation.

“Perhaps it was good fortune on my part.”

Her breathing caught. She found her self slowly turning her body to face him, her hands resting on the comforter where it dipped between their bodies. The material spanning the space that was slowly filling with a delicious friction.

“Oh yeah?” she asked, with an attempt at a flippant shrug.

He nodded, his tongue darting to moisten the blanched portion of his lips where his teeth had worried against the flesh.

Suddenly, she felt emboldened. His gaze darkened, drinking her in, making her feel... desired. As crazy as that felt in flannel pajamas and scraped back hair.

She splayed out her fingers. “So, is my bed more comfortable than yours?”

He shook his head, his hand sliding from his hip to a few inches from hers.

She parted her lips, studying the handsome curves and lines of his face, relishing in this closeness... it was almost like there was something there-

“Are my pillows… fluffier?”

He shook his head again, this time increasing that little smile of his, showing a hint of white teeth, his eyes crinkling at the edges. Her stomach did a little somersault...

“So what could persuade Killian Jones that leaving his 1000 thread count sheets was a good thing?”

The question lingered, like a tantalising treat hanging by a thread. Emma held her breath, for a second thinking she had been mistaken-

“You,” he whispered, the word dancing in the air between them, her heart giving a little leap as she felt her insides melt...

He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, the apprehension on his face clear until she smiled, dimples puncturing those cheeks. His thumbs brushed across the curves of her face and she let her eyes flicker closed in pleasure, until she gave a soft shriek when one hand moved to her hip and he pulled her towards him.

Their bodies flush, she swallowed hard. His firm against her softness, his breath sweet with the scent of rum, his fingers flexing against her flesh.

Her limbs tingled. Her lips ached. Her whole body radiated with need.

“Me?” she asked, her voice breathless.

He replied with a kiss. At first soft, pliant, the barest whisper until she arched her chin, giving him more access, inviting him to tangle himself into her. Pushing her onto her back until she slid her legs around his hips, cradling him as their embrace becoming heated. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling out the pins that held it in place. She slid her palms beneath his shirt, relishing in the silk of his skin. She was scorching hot, coming alive beneath his touch, an unspoken dream being realised with every stroke of his tongue.

Time seemed to melt away. Finally, reluctantly, he placed his damp forehead against hers, resting himself on his forearms so she could catch her breath.

“That was…” she panted, laying her palms onto his chest, her whole body alive, every nerve sparking.

“Amazing,” he finished, snatching another brief kiss, his eyes dancing in a blue haze of lust and something more.

Emma smiled, before slowly shaking her head.

“Just the beginning,” she clarified, before shifting him onto his back and resuming their embrace.

To hell with the consequences. Whatever this was, she was going to enjoy it.

#captain swan #cs ff #cs oneshot #jill writes things

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tobesoadores · 7 years

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Wedding in Hawaii || Part 3

hi. part 3 is here which is also the last i think. although i may or may not will write the bit when they go home and stuff bc of the airport pictures of harry with the glasses on and stuff. i might just carry on a whole story line with them, give a girl name and then when i have ideas i just write it with them two bc i like how in love they are and i’m sad lolololol. whatcha think?? also i hope you’ll enjoy this like you did with the other 2, it was fun to be fed so good this week by the king lmao. and as well lemme know what you wanna read, if you have any ideas please send them to me so i can think about them and make it happen sometime.

Part 1 • Part 2

Wedding Buddies - book based on this series

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Alright.

Okay.

Keep your shit together, girl.

He is only wearing a whiteish-creamish coloured suit with a baby blue shirt.

You’ll be fine, honestly.

But then his tanned skin and bright smile, his amazing emerald eyes and his mind spinning scent!

Holy cow.

I was one lucky gal as I saw Harry coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go. He washed his hair so his curls were all over the place but it was so sexy and adorable at the same time I honestly didn’t know how he managed it all.

“I swear I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he said as he walked over to me, sneaking his arms around me and kissing my neck right up to beneath my ear then across my jawline. “You look bloody stunning,” he complimented me which made my heart flutter and cheeks flush red.

I didn’t even realise I closed my eyes and my lips parted as he pressed open mouthed kisses on my skin and his hand was squeezing my bum here and there. Being so close to him just allowed me to inhale his typical Harry smell which yes indeed it included the minty flavour or scent or whatever of his chewing gum that never seemed to leave his mouth.

“I love your ass,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed a whole lot of new kisses onto my skin. “I also love you. Like crazy.”

“I feel like we’re on our honeymoon,” I chuckled then a sigh left my lips as he nibbled on my earlobe and dragged his tongue down the side of my neck. “You’ve gotta stop this, now.”

“Do I really?” he murmured into my skin as he held me closer to his body.

“Behave, mister,” I said weakly, not being able to control myself as he took over me just by kissing my neck and gripping my ass.

How was he doing this?

“Alright-alright,” he gave in as he pulled away. His usual side smirk was still on his face then he laughed which caused his eyes to crinkle and his dimples to deepen in his cheeks. “I’d love to come back here with you for, like, a month.”

“Are you crazy?” I looked at him with wide eyes as I took my phone out of my bag. “I don’t have the expenses to afford a whole month in Hawaii.”

“I’ll pay it,” he shrugged like it was no big deal. Which I understood. He was a multibillionaire. Of course he could afford it.

He could’ve bought the entire island if he wanted to with all the money he had.

“Alright, whatever,” I laughed it off as I walked past him. “You can’t just say stuff like this. I hate it when you pay for all my stuff. You didn’t let me pay for my own plane tickets because you wanted us to fly first class.”

“So what’s wrong with that? I can afford it. I want to buy things, nice things, for you; I want to spend my money on you. I love you, of course I spoil you.”

“You spoil me too much, though. You don’t have to win me over with your money you have already won me over with your personality and I just want you to know that you are enough for me. You are an amazing man, I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than you and I truly mean that from the bottom of my heart.

You honestly make me go crazy, like, absolutely nuts. I cannot keep my hands off of you and I think you already know this but I can’t stop looking at you either. You are honestly the greatest, kindest, most humble guy I have ever met in my life and I’m so freaking grateful to have you. I’m so damn blessed.”

His eyes kept looking into mine as I rambled on about how much I loved him or something along those lines. I didn’t even know what I was saying because the words just left my mouth and I was hoping and praying that nothing silly was spoken by me.

“Right, this is final,” he said slowly as he nodded and swallowed. “I am for sure, like, 100% taking you to Hawaii for a whole month and I am paying it all. We are flying first class and you will not bring any money, not even your bank card. Like I am literally going to pay for everything for you.”

“Like hell you will! Calm your tits, pal. Just cause I tell you how much I love you and how amazing you are, which you should know anyway, doesn’t mean that you can just become my sugar daddy. I am not giving you sugar for money although it comes in handy sometimes…” I joked around which caused him to laugh with his head back and hand on his stomach.

It was the prettiest view and the most angelic sound I have heard that day. I loved making Harry laugh and smile and happy.

He deserved the best and I was determined to give him the best. Even if I couldn’t be considered as the best.

The dinner was on the beach, the sun was still up so it gave us enough light to see each other and be able to have food outside. It was lovely as we heard the tides of the sea crashing on the sandy shore and the slightly salty yet extremely fresh smell filled my lungs.

Harry was sitting on my right side while Lily was on his left side, talking his ear off which I found rather funny. Especially when he could barely control himself so his hand gripped my thigh a bit firmer as his it was resting there.

He leaned over to me when the little girl got up from the table and left with her mum to go somewhere, his nose slightly nuzzling against mine as a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

“If we ever have a daughter I do not know how I’ll cope,” he said chuckling and I joined him. He pressed his lips against mine in a soft kiss and pulled away just to do it again several times after the first one. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I smiled as my eyes fluttered open just to look right into his shining green ones.

Before I fully moved away from him I kissed his cheek which caused him to blush a little and I found that adorable. I didn’t know why he blushed whenever I kissed him but I loved it like I loved him.

“What would you like to name our daughter?” I asked him suddenly as we were both leaning back in our chairs, the people at the table were all in deep conversation about something.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, putting his elbow on the arm of the chair he was sitting on as he leaned his chin against the side of his index finger. “I don’t know, I think-, we are most probably going to change it right as she’ll be born. Y’know how random we are,” he laughed.

“Right I think we would and will probably end up doing that,” I agreed. At that point I didn’t realise we were talking like it is going to happen but to be honest we had a good relationships and I didn’t see anything that could possibly damage our bond in the near future.

Anything’s possible for us. We have the chance to create a family together in the future and that makes me excited.

“But, urm, something special I think,” I said finally, after he thought about it a bit. “I’d definitely want something for her that would suit her and a name that would be special and unique.”

“As special and unique as Bear Payne or…” I grinned at him which caused him to widen his eyes and it was the funniest thing ever. Then I clocked on. I just shaded his best mate’s son’s name and I didn’t even mean to do that. “I mean that’s not actually what I wanted to say.”

“Oh my god,” he continued to laugh as he covered his mouth with his hand. Then he put the other one over his hand that was already on his lips and his whole body was shaking as he made fun of me making fun of Liam’s son’s name.

But I didn’t really.

I thought it was cute and of course a bit unusual but definitely unique. I think it was mainly his girlfriend who decided on the name so I can’t really give all the credit to Liam for giving his son the name he got in the end.

“Stop it, Harry,” I punched his arm with my fist but I didn’t actually hurt him. This got him though because he stopped and put on a fake hurt face which made me laugh. He was honestly so goofy and playful, sometimes it just made me wanna have kids with him as I wanted to see him with them. “So, what about our daughter’s name then, huh?”

“Okay, let’s talk like adults then,” he said as he cleared his throat and a big sigh left his lips. “I would probably like to call her, um, Maya or something.”

“Maya or something?” I asked back as my eyebrow arched up higher than I could have drawn it as I was getting ready.

“I like Maya, it’s, well, I think it’s different. What do you think? Do you like it?”

“I mean it’s a pretty name but I’m not too keen on it,” I told him my honest opinion. “I’d rather call her something more-, I don’t know. Something more umpfh if you get me?”

“Umpfh,” he repeated. His eyes slowly looked into mine and I already saw his smirk growing bigger and bigger. Then before I knew it his head was leaned back and he was laughing his ass off. “Right, describe this umpfh for me, please, pretty girl.”

“You’re just making fun of me, you deserve no explanation,” I told him with a serious face expression but deep down I was dying from the laughter I had to hold back.

God why were we such a goofy and childish couple? We didn’t take anything seriously, we laughed most of the time that we spent together and basically we were both just a mess as soon as we saw each other or started talking.

We could be texting and when I type out that “I’m crying I can’t cope I’m pissing myself” I’m actually like that. Some people just text that stuff, I actually feel it and do it. I mean yeah, Harry is funny…

But I’m hilarious.

I think I laugh at my own jokes more than Harry does. But then again he laughs at his own jokes too. And sometimes we laugh at each other’s – well, okay, we laugh all the fucking time I don’t even know what I’m trying to say anymore.

We’re funny and end of.

#harry styles #harry styles one shots

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tv-will-kill-me · 7 years

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It’s All In The Pitch Pt. 5

A/N: Welp, I'm a dumb liar who lies all the time. I don't even have an explanation for the ten years it's been, just that I'm the worst! Hopefully this extra long chapter makes up for the terribleness that I've been, and hopefully, hopefully, I'll have a chapter done before the next ice age. But don't me, again, sorry I'm gross!

Ginny wiped at the corner of her eye, her stomach cramping painfully as another bout of giggles raked through her. Her laughter didn't die away until she straightened, a lone chuckle passing through her lips as he grimaced.

"Wait," she pressed her hand down onto the counter, "what?"

"Move in with me," he repeated, his voice uncertain. "Although I guess I should take that as my answer."

"Mike," he arched an eyebrow, and if Ginny squinted just right she could almost see exactly when he began building his walls. "Okay, maybe the laughter wasn't great, but you've got to understand where I'm coming from here. This is all new to me."

"Right," he shook his head, "it's fine. It was a stupid idea." He stepped back and over to the sink, his knuckles white as he gripped one of the frying pans.

She came up behind him, laying a hand on his shoulder and craning forward until she caught his eye. "It's not, really. It's just…it's been weeks."

"It's felt like more and you know it."

"It does," she answered, her voice insistent as she spoke, "because I cared so much about you from the moment I first saw you play, but I never thought that some stupid crush could lead to anything. And then I spent so much time trying to convince myself that this couldn't work."

"Spare me the history lesson," he grunted, "I was there."

Her gaze skated over his face, her mouth brushing along the curve of his jaw. "Yeah, which means you know how long it took for me to realize that this was something I needed, and even when I did, I couldn't admit it because I thought if I let myself want something so bad, it would hurt."

"I would never hurt you," he mumbled darkly.

"No," she agreed, the corners of her mouth quirking up into a soft smile, "but it'll hurt us both if we rush this. So, maybe you clear out a drawer for me, I stop stealing your clothes, and you stop pouting."

He tugged up an eyebrow, casting a quick glance over to her before letting his bottom lip slip out. "I'm a grown ass man, Baker, I don't pout."

He twisted, his hands falling to her hips, and she barked out a laugh, nipping at his lip until she felt it curve into a smile. "You're one hundred percent pouting, and honestly, it's sort of hot."

"Yeah?" He murmured, his eyes crinkling as his smile grew.

She hummed, sagging into him as something that felt a lot like relief coursed through her. She wasn't sure when exactly she began to live for these quiet moments when those cracks in Mike's walls tumbled around them, leaving her with the man who's stare made her knees quiver and her heart thud. But she didn't question it, welcoming the warmth that pooled in her cheeks and radiated from his palm.

"You won't move in," he finally said, "but how about something smaller?"

"Smaller?"

"Smaller," he echoed, "let me take you out."

"Right," Ginny snorted, perching her chin on his chest.

"I'm serious, Gin. Tonight, you wear a dress, I put on a tie, and we actually leave this damn apartment and act like we're together. In public."

"Okay," the word popped out before she had the chance to leash it, taking them both by surprise as she blinked. "Give me a time and place, and I might actually show up."

He watched her, his eyebrow curving up as her lips spread into a glittering beam, slow like molasses and doing wicked things to his stomach. "What?" She asked, a giggle carrying on the current in her voice.

He shook his head, letting his hands drop from their place on her hips. "Nothing," he said, "you just – you never seize to amaze me."

With a roll of her eyes, she reached up and yanked on his beard. "Why don't you do the dishes before you start crying, Old Man?" She teased, whipping around and heading towards the room. "And how about you save the flattery for our date?"

He bit back a laugh, his attention moving away from the sway of her hips and over to the sink and his burnt kitchenware. Pushing away from the counter, he turned on the tap, letting the scalding water run over his hands and startling when he heard her squeak.

"Our date!" She squealed, her face open and shining with a quiet joy that he saved for later when he laid in bed and remembered to thank whoever or whatever was up there past the stars for bringing Ginny Baker into his life. "Okay," she said, forcing her smile away as she tried to contain her bubbling excitement. Still, he could see it brimming in her eyes, desperate for an escape as she shoved her hair from her forehead.

"Yeah, Baker?"

"Sorry," she threw out, looking anything but, "I'm just gonna – " she gestured vaguely behind her, backing away from him with her dimples out and in full throttle.

"You do that," he smirked, his skin bright red and smarting as he grabbed at the sponge. "Eight, this living room, don't be late."

Evelyn opened the door on the second insistent knock, her phone pressed to her ear and amusement sending her eyebrow skyrocketing. "Hey Mom, I'm going to have to call you back."

"Help," Ginny shouldered past her, her arms full and her earlier excitement giving way to agitated panic. "I don't have anything to wear." Ginny skirted around the toys littering the floor, the corner of her lips perking at the sight of the half-finished Ginny Baker puzzle. "I'm burning that, by the way."

"The clothes or the scattered pieces of your face on my hardwood floor?"

"The latter, but if you don't figure out what I'm leaving this house in, then it could definitely become both."

Plucking the make-up bag from Ginny before it had the chance to tumble to the ground, Evelyn nudged Ginny down onto the couch. She rolled her weight onto her left hip, cocking her head to the side and considering Ginny with a thoughtful expression. "First of all, the puzzle is Blip's, and it's the only way I got any peace and quiet this weekend."

"Weird, but I'll ignore it."

"And second, what's got you all…" she fluttered her fingers, letting Ginny fill in the blanks. "The last time you showed up like this, your mother was in town and wanted you and Kevin to do some 'family bonding'."

"And you picked my outfit without the inquisition," Ginny countered, nodding over to the pile of dresses she'd lugged over to the house with her. "And, just to sweeten the deal, I stopped by the mall before I came here and got all new make up," she sang.

"Please Gin, you can't distract me with Sephora." Still, her fingers brushed over the glossy plastic, wistful longing lighting on her face. "What's going on?"

Ginny squirmed, her eyes fluttering shut as Evelyn uncapped an eyeliner and began to drag the pencil along Ginny's eyelids. "I might have a date." She confessed after a moment, earning a stilling hand dropped onto her bouncing knee.

"Stop moving," Evelyn ordered, her tongue peeking out as she bent in closer. "Might?"

"Do," Ginny amended.

Evelyn chewed on her cheek to keep from shrieking. "With a man?"

"Yes with a man," Ginny shot back, huffing out an exasperated sigh.

"And…?" Evelyn prodded, her breath warming Ginny's cheek as she tucked a finger underneath Ginny's chin and tilted her head up.

Her lips fought to tug up into a smile at the image of Mike dancing through her mind. "And, I'm happy," she admitted, chewing on the inside of her cheek, "and sort of excited."

"That's all well and good, but I need details." Evelyn stepped back, the eyeliner dipping from her grip and a tube of mascara flipping between her fingers. "Is this the reason you've been impossible to pin down?"

Ginny's shoulders bumped up, another answer that she couldn't give, not really. Even if a part of her screamed to pull Evelyn to her side and let it all come rushing out. To let Evelyn explain how Ginny had allowed Mike to chip at the pieces of herself that she'd put up to protect herself from the very feelings coursing through her, wild and singing.

"Don't worry, you'll tell me," Evelyn promised. "I'm thinking a smoky eye."

"Sounds good," Ginny sighed, shoving past the lump of guilt that had settled on her tongue, tasting of all the words she longed to say but couldn't seem to get out. "Amelia's back." She said after a few minutes of quiet, her nose crinkling at the powder that Evelyn brushed across her cheeks.

"Like back back?"

"Like looking for an apartment as we speak."

Evelyn paused, eyes narrowing. "Since when?"

"Since it turns out that being the first female pitcher in the MLB just isn't what it used to be for my bank account." She quipped, fingers twitching at her side. "I don't know, a part of me doesn't even care, you know? Let someone else do the shoots and the spreads and the interviews. I just want to play ball, right?"

"Right," Evelyn stepped back, her eye critical as she studied Ginny's face. "But?"

"But, at the same time, it feels sort of like I'm moving backwards." She quieted long enough for Evelyn to paint her lips with red lipstick so bright she almost wiped it off. "Like, if everyone stops wanting a piece of me then – "

"Then you stop being the Ginny Baker and start being just you again?"

Ginny exhaled, gaze flashing up to Evelyn's. "I'm being an idiot."

"Yeah," Evelyn affirmed, "but that's why you have me around." Collapsing onto the couch beside Ginny, she peeked over at her friend, her expression twisting with wicked amusement. "What does Mike Lawson think about this?"

Ginny resisted the urge to stiffen, eyes trained to her nails. "Should he have an opinion?"

"Sure," Evelyn commented smoothly, "what with all his nighttime activities."

"You," Ginny declared, "have a dirty mind."

"Like you weren't thinking it," she laughed, tucking her leg underneath her as she twisted to face Ginny. "And you know he'll have something to say about who's got you all dolled up and giggly."

"Well, it's none of his business," Ginny shot back, her neck burning even as the lie slid out just as sarcastic and biting as if she'd meant it. "And whatever happens between Mike and Amelia isn't my business, or yours either."

"Right," Evelyn droned, rolling her eyes and pushing herself from the couch. "Come on, nothing you brought is right. We go through my closet fast enough and maybe I can do something with your hair."

Ginny let Evelyn wrap her fingers around her wrist and tug her up, her feet sluggish as Evelyn pulled her along. "What's wrong with my hair?"

Mike checked his watch for the third time in the last five minutes, a snort slipping past his lips. He should have figured he'd be kept waiting.

"Something funny?" He glanced up, his mouth drying as he drank Ginny in, surprised at how she still managed to catch him off guard. She shot him a sweet smile, her fingers tangling with the necklaces resting against her collarbone, and leaned back against the door, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"What?" He rasped.

"I asked," she started impishly, her grin dimming as his stare roved away from the mischievous glimmer burning in her eyes, "something funny?" He hummed, his gaze moving past the silken black material clinging to her torso and the golden mesh shorts hanging from her hips. She crossed one long leg in front of the other, and God help him, he forgot how to speak, how to breath, everything flying from his head save for how she looked and the way it would feel for those champagne heels to dig into his shoulders.

"Um," he blinked, hoping for a bit of clarity, "it's eight-fifteen."

"I know," she replied casually, "but it takes some time to look this good."

With his hands fidgeting at his side, he ground out a feverish, "right."

"Hot date?" She asked, cocking her head to the side, a mass of curled black hair tumbling over her exposed shoulder.

Clearing his throat, he stood. "You could say that."

"You could," Ginny hummed, each of her steps painfully, deliberately slow, "I'd also take gorgeous, beautiful…"

"Sexy," he rumbled, his voice buzzing down her spine and making her toes curl. "You look," he loosed a breath, scrubbing his hand across his forehead, "you look incredible."

"You have Evelyn to thank for that," she informed him, her face heating as his eyes cut a path down her throat as she swallowed, "didn't really have anything that passed her very high standards."

"And what does she think you're doing tonight?"

She inhaled, his hands warm as they slid along her waist. "She knows about the date, just not the who."

"So, she thinks you look like this," she wasn't sure if they would leave his house if he kept doing this, pinning her down with the fire raging in his gaze, threatening to consume them both, "for some idiot?"

"She thinks I look like this because I wanted to," she corrected him, "regardless of who I spend my time with."

"Course."

Biting back a smile, she shook her head and stepped out of his reach, the glide of his fingers against the slight sliver of skin he'd found setting her blood on boil. "You make reservations?"

"We can be late."

She lifted a finger, pressing it to his mouth before they found their mark. "You asked me on a date, and I didn't spend hours being poked and prodded to end up hanging out here." She huffed out a sigh as his lips parted, his tongue warm as it circled her finger. "L-lawson," she faltered, a warning in her voice even as her expression darkened. He smirked around her finger, nipping down one last time before letting her pull away.

"You're right," he purred, shoving one hand into his pocket and letting the rest against her lower back, "let's go."

He ushered her out, locking the door behind them with a chuckle booming through his chest as she grit out a stinging, "bastard."

He could feel as her mood shifted, her lips caught between her teeth as she tossed lingering looks over at him from over the gear shift. He trained his eyes to the road, his grip tightening on the steering wheel when she craned forward to fiddle with his music, her shorts skimming up her thigh inch by tantalizing inch.

"You have anything from this century?" She murmured. "No offense, but I can't listen to anymore Aerosmith"

"Since when do you have a problem with my music?"

She glanced over at him from over her shoulder, the smell of strawberries and chocolate wafting up from her hair. "Since just about always. "

"You want Top 40, you should have gone out with Drake."

"I still could," she simpered, "but your bed's too big for one person."

"We're here." He said, swinging into the parking lot and slamming his foot down on the break.

"Great," she grinned, the flash of her teeth so feral that it had his lungs gasping for air. "I'm starving."

Stepping out of the car on shaky legs, he watched as she rolled her shoulders back and tucked her purse in the crock of her elbow.

"Coming?" She tossed over to him, smiling as he jogged over to her side and offering him a hand.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Rookie, you know that?" He said, their fingers intertwining as they sauntered into the restaurant. She turned, a smartass comment resting on her tongue no doubt, when her eyes widened.

"Mike," she gasped, twisting as far as his hand would allow to soak in as much as she could, "it's beautiful."

He ripped his gaze from her face, trying to see the room as she did, from the soft, twinkling lights that glimmered from the ceiling to the notes that floated through the air from the singular violin player in the corner.

"Thanks," he murmured, something about the space dropping his voice to a gentle whisper.

They strolled between tables, littered with rose petals, warm from the glow of the red, crackling flames coming from the fireplace, and so full. Full of people laughing and drinking, their attention everywhere but on Ginny as Mike tugged her along. She frowned, her grasp on Mike tightening as a few glanced over at her only to look away, either unaware of who Ginny was or…or too absorbed in their own dinner to care. She felt herself relax at the thought even as it drew a perplexed grimace to her lips.

"I own it." He explained, hoping to smooth away the confusion wrinkling her forehead.

Ginny whipped around, her eyebrows drawing together. "Excuse me?"

He nodded her over to the seat in the center of the restaurant, sketching a bemused brow as she lowered herself into her chair, her amazement warring with the wariness creeping into her eyes. "I know how worried you were about people finding out about us so I wanted to show how much I appreciate this step."

"Flowers would have worked too," she breathed, giving the waiter a slight smile as he set a wine bottle down onto the table.

Mike shrugged, his finger tapping along the stem of his wineglass. "Don't see the point in them. Flowers die, figured this place would be here for a while."

She straightened, taking her menu and hugging it to her chest. "So you bought me a restaurant."

"Bought a restaurant that we can use," he modified, "and I figured it wouldn't exactly hurt my wallet in the long run. As for the diners, their dinner is on me tonight as long as they promised to mind their own business."

"You really didn't have to do all of this," Ginny said, even as that last slice of her heart, the piece that always seemed to whisper warnings in her ears, that told her not to fall, not too fast maybe not ever, seemed to quiet. It might rear its head later on, in the middle of the night when it could massage her fears and insecurities, but for now, with the light of the candle sending dancing shadows flickering across Mike's face, it was silent.

"Doesn't matter that I didn't have to," he said, his words like a caress deep inside her chest, "I wanted to."

She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat. "Well," she said once she was certain the pressure behind her eyes was nothing more than that, "hopefully the food's good."

Mike threw his head back and laughed, something like relief ringing in the sound. "Come on, let's order."

Dinner went by faster than Ginny could have imagined, her cheeks straining from the strength of her smile. Maybe it was the way they seemed to fade to the background, the anonymity wrapping around her like a hug she hadn't known she'd needed. Or maybe it was how the biggest surprise of the night hadn't been the restaurant he'd handed her with a ribbon wrapped around it, but how a part of him that Ginny hadn't realized he'd kept hidden seemed to come alive as they sat there.

Perching her elbow on the table, she watched as Mike spoke, his lips wrapping carefully around words she'd never thought she'd hear coming from him. About the teacher in high school that seemed to have it out for him after he'd reared ended her car and how he still visited the woman that never stopped seeing him as the kid who talked too loudly in her classroom. And about the months it took to convince his mother to teach him how to bake, only for him blow up their microwave with inedible chocolate chip cookies. Even about the books he'd tucked underneath his pillow as a child, as if the words would twist into a dream as soon as he shut his eyes. He peeled himself apart, revealing layers and bits that she plucked up and saved in her heart.

"If I hadn't played baseball, I probably would have become…a gymnast," he decided, deftly stealing a piece of duck from her plate.

Her hand flew to her mouth, keeping her sip of wine in place as she snorted. "No."

"Oh yeah," he exclaimed, "you should see my handstand."

"I'd pay money to see that," she laughed, "like, really good money. You could stop investing in your pension plan."

He coughed, stroking his thumb along his bottom lip as he bit back a smile. "I meant you should've seen my handstand, when I was ten, the last time I did one without landing on my ass."

Resting her cheek in her palm, Ginny said, "I think you're going to have to let that dream go."

"I've found a way to keep myself preoccupied," Mike sniffed, inclining his chin as his gaze snagged on the waiter moving over to their table. "You finished?"

She glanced down at her near empty plate, popping one last cube of duck into her mouth before nodding. "I don't think my stomach could handle any more."

"Mr. Lawson," the waiter said warmly, his eyes kind as he smiled at Ginny, "will you two be having any dessert?"

"I could eat," Ginny beamed, ignoring Mike's chuckle as she waved away the menu the waiter tried to pass her. "What do you recommend?"

"The chocolate torte has always been a house favorite, and the personal choice of Mr. Lawson."

"Andrew, please, it's just Mike. Mr. Lawson was my deadbeat dad."

"It's that sense of humor that makes us forget your terrible tipping, sir."

Mike quirked an eyebrow. "You trying to embarrass me in front of my girl, Andy?"

"Of course not," he said, flicking a wink over to Ginny. "I would never."

"If you wanted to though," Ginny interrupted with a flutter of her eyelashes, "you could start with more stories and that chocolate torte."

Andrew nodded, a smirk playing across his lips. "Right away."

"So I'm guessing you've come here before?" Ginny asked, heat slipping up her neck as Mike shuffled his chair in closer to hers.

"Bout twice a week until I left for college," he answered, settling in beside her and dropping a hand to her knee. "My uncle used to own the place, then had to sell it after he made some bad investments. The old bastard loved running the restaurant, so I figured I'd buy it back when I had the money and the time to make it something better than the cheap hot dog place that took it over, but it sort of slipped my mind."

"Until?"

He stilled, his hand stopping its inching crawl up her thigh. "Until you made it clear that you were too humiliated by this ugly mug to head over to the deli with me."

"While in desperate need of a shave, your face is actually one of my favorite parts of the day."

"Don't get all mushy on me, Baker, I may barf up my dinner."

"All right," she replied, brushing the tip of her nose against his cheek, "as if you don't know you're cute." Her smile dimmed as his hand glided past the hem of her shorts, up and up and up and up in smooth strokes that had her legs parting.

"I try," he murmured, "although, if I'm being honest, I don't have to try too hard." His finger, blazing against her body, swept across her skin, teasing her like only he knew how.

"Mike," she chided, her back arching as he toyed with the lace of her panties.

"Hold still, you've got a little…" He bent towards her, catching her bottom lip between his teeth and sending his tongue across in a slow drag that stole the breath from her chest. "Wine," he finished, swiping at the corner of his mouth as he pulled back.

"Thanks," she exhaled, struggling to remember where they were, and that even though tonight was one of the first where she hadn't felt the sting of a hundred pairs of eyes on her back, she and Mike were still surrounded by people. People who were now…leaving?

Ginny shook off the haze Mike's gently probing fingers had spread through her head, frowning as her stare darted around. "What's going on?" She asked, shooting him a warning look as his nail scraped along the part of her that normally ripped a purr past her lips.

"They're taking their desserts to go." Dropping a napkin over her lap, he smiled benignly as Andrew walked over to them, his coat draped over his arm and a set of keys swaying from his fingertips. "Andy, this when we say goodnight?"

"Yes, sir. Kitchen staff is heading out and all the guests are gone, so the restaurant is yours."

Standing, Mike reached forward and slapped his palm against Andrew's. "Bad tipper my ass," he grumbled, Andrew's face lighting as he pulled his hand to his side and came back with a fifty.

"Have a lovely time, Mr. Lawson, Ms. Baker." He said, nodding to Ginny one last time before scurrying towards the door.

Mike waited for the jingle of the bells to quiet before turning to Ginny. "All right, Baker, hope you're ready to roll up your sleeves."

"Wait," Ginny said, jerking her chin down and trying to hide her surprise, "what?"

"Roll up your sleeves," he repeated, impatience rolling from him as he offered her a hand, "come on, we're got work to do."

"Work," she replied slowly, "exactly how I like to finish off every successful date…without dessert."

"Successful, huh?" He hummed, nudging her towards the double doors at the back of the restaurant. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

She pushed through the doors, casting her gaze around the tiny room. "A kitchen," she exclaimed, trying, and failing, to muster up some sort of enthusiasm.

"With loads of dirty dishes. I got them to close early with the promise of some free labor."

She peeked back at him, eyebrows furrowing and a frown puckering on her lips. "Shouldn't you have been able to do that without roping me into cleanup duty?"

"Probably," he agreed, "but a dinner this good needs to be worked for."

"Okay," she drawled, rolling her eyes as she pulled her shoulders back. She snapped her fingers at his arm, and he passed her the hair-tie he'd taken to wearing around his wrist for when she grew tired of the mass of curls tumbling into her eyes.

Tugging her hair back into a ponytail, she cocked a hip out. "I wash, you dry?"

He nodded, his gaze scalding on her skin and his expression darkening. She flicked the sleeves of her blouse up, and, spun around, letting the water run over the stacks of dirty plates. It wasn't lost on her that they'd been here only hours before, her lips on the back of his neck and his hands plunged in his kitchen sink.

"So," she started, uncertain of what to do with the energy swirling around in the pit of her stomach, "I know a little about your uncle, what about the rest of your family?" She loosed a gasp as his fingertips drifted along her waist, ghosting caresses that ended at the belt tied around her waist. "Or," she continued haltingly, "um, more about your uncle?" She offered, her voice so unusual in her ears, husky and full of an unnerving amount of want. "H-how'd he end up with this place? You talk to him much?"

"That's what you want to do?" His said, the breath tickling the shell of her ear and his fingers deftly undoing the button of her shorts. He pressed the pad of his thumb against the hem of her underwear, his jaw clenching at the feel of the lace. "You wanna discuss my uncle?"

"We're doing dishes," she puffed, wriggling her soapy hands at him just as his finger swiped over her clit. "This has…got to be…a health violation."

His mouth warm as he kissed along her neck, he said, "I don't think I can dry anymore."

She threw her head back and laughed, her giggles giving way to pants as his fingers dipped inside her, first one and then two in a lazy, languid pace. "You're. So. Corny," she grit out, her hips thrusting forward.

"No," he snarled, teeth scraping that spot behind her ear that made her vision blur around the edges. His hand tightened on her hips, keeping her still. "Not yet."

"Mike," she whined, the sound desperate, raw, pleading.

He fit his leg between hers, spreading her thighs apart, and rubbed his thumb along her clit, her heaving sighs dancing through his ears and tugging at his cock. Pushing his crotch against her, he ground against her ass as he plunged his fingers back into her, the swipe of his tongue over the pulse point on her neck matching the in and out of his fingers.

"Mike," she begged, her bottom lip caught between her teeth and her grip tight on the counter. "Please."

That aching moan was all he needed to twist her around capture her mouth with his own. She melted into the kiss, wet hands snaking along the collar of his shirt and tangling in his hair. Groaning, he pushed his hips against hers, the last of his restraint slipping as she shoved back, taking as much as she gave and then some.

It was why a frustrated growl slipped from his lips when Ginny shook her head, her hands pressing against his chest and pushing him back.

"Not here," she decided, her face twisting with mirthful hesitance. "You didn't buy a restaurant just so that we could shut it down."

"I won't tell if you won't," he protested, surging forward, only to be met with a look that was quickly becoming his least favorite; the one that dared him to argue after she'd made up her mind. "Baker," he ground out, frowning as he felt his control on the situation dissipate.

"I'm going to go," she dashed forward and grazed a kiss between his eyebrows, "and get some fresh air." Another on his nose. "And then we," she grinned, dropping yet another kiss to cheek, "will actually clean up this place like you promised all your wonderful employees." One last, lingering kiss against his lips, and then she was gone, making sure her shorts were in place before yanking the door that led to the alley open and stepping out.

"Mike," she barked underneath her breath, "motherfucking," she kicked at a pebble, feeling shaky, and needy, and everything all in huge, unbearable waves, "Lawson!" Resting her forehead against the wall, she prayed that the cool brick would extinguish some of the fire licking at her skin. And then she closed her eyes, suddenly back against the sink, saying yes instead of not right now like she wished she had.

Ginny sensed him before he spoke, the hairs on her arm standing at attention once his breath ruffled the back of her hair. Darkness seemed to swirl around him, matching the electricity batting between them, and it was all she could do to keep from gasping.

"How about here?" Mike asked, an inferno burning in his whisper. She twisted, cupping her hand against the back of his neck and tugging, sending him crashing down against her lips. She kissed him, hungry as his tongue stroked along hers. He groaned into her mouth, her back arching into his traveling hands, desperate in their search of her body: a brush against her hips, a caress on her waist, a squeeze of her ass, a pinch in the space where her thighs met.

"Mike," she shuddered as he yanked her shirt from where it was tucked into her shorts. He bit down on her lip, a teasing warning that had her swallowing her squeaks. He pawed at the hem of her shirt, the fabric rucked up over her chest and the chill in the air nipped at her hardened nipples before the warmth of his mouth chased away the cold. He let her squirm, considering her breast with that lethal focus of his, before he smirked.

"Right?" He mumbled, reaching down to tweak her nipple. She growled, and he chuckled against her skin, kissing a path down the valley between her breasts. "Left?" He sighed, his tongue darting over the mound of her breast and over to her pulsing nipple. "Right," he declared, shooting her an impish look before his head dipped back down and her breast was in his mouth. He sucked and licked, nibbling until she was a heaving, quivering mess.

"Stop," she hissed, hooking her leg around his waist and wrenching him closer, "playing with me." He glanced at her through his lashes, and she shot him a poisonous look, grinding her hips against his until that playful spark died in his eyes, only a manic longing left in its place.

Mike's gaze glued to hers, feeding into the glittering frenzy growing in her as he pushed her leg aside long enough to snake her shorts down. His pants followed suit and he hoisted her up, using the wall as leverage and feeling for the wet heat between her legs.

"Your back?" She ground out, interlocking her arms behind his neck and sucking in breath as he pushed into her.

He exhaled through his nose, a long stream of air that tickled her collarbone. "What about it?" And then he rolled his hips.

Ginny trembled, sinking down onto his cock only for him to slam into her again, the sound of their slick skin slapping together filling the air. She cried out and he swallowed the moan, surging his mouth against hers and swirling his tongue around hers. Her thighs quivering, she tightened her hands on his shoulders him a wicked smile, tilting her head to the side. He braced, and yet that still wasn't enough as she pushed off from the wall and sunk down on his cock only to pull up again, her breasts bouncing as she rode him within a near inch of his sanity.

"Gin," he grunted, his knees weakening as her pussy milked his cock, her hands splayed across his chest and her head thrown back. "I can't…"

She paused, concern flashing through the fog of lust surrounding the last ten minutes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he stuttered, even as a spasm of pain rocketed through his back. Squinting, she gave an experimental rock of her hips and his knees buckled, jamming his hand against the wall to keep them upright. "Fuck!"

Ginny's legs dropped, her toes pressing to the ground. "It's okay, we can head home."

"Really," he pleaded, "I'm fine." There was no way he would let this moment pass, Ginny Baker half naked with the moon at his back and the breeze cooling the sweat on his skin. He stroked his thumb along her nipple, but she smacked at his wrist.

"Come on, Old Man," she teased gently, a tremor passing through Mike as he worked to keep his expression neutral. "Hurry up and I'll show you how much better it can be with a bed."

He frowned, but she grasped his chin and tilted it down, a nod and a compromise that he was reluctant to admit he needed. "You drive a hard bargain, Baker."

Something deep inside her squeezed, and she fluttered around his throbbing dick. "Do I?" She asked innocuously, her lashes batting and her smile saccharine.

"Don't do that," he warned, feeling that familiar pressure building in his back, "and I'm gonna need you to hop off," the pain built, not unlike the surge of heat that had been cresting threw his abdomen moments before.

"Wait, just – " She wriggled, laughter in her voice.

"Agh, Ginny I can't – " And as Ginny pulled him out, his legs gave out, crippling agony rippling across his lower back and making his muscles cramp.

They went crashing down, Mike twisting to take the brunt of the fall and a grunt pulling from his lips as she landed on him. He let his eyes slip shut, saturating in the humiliation of what was supposed to be a romantic night as water soaked into his pants and Ginny's hair tickled the bottom of his nose.

And then the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard floated up to his ears, curling the corners of his mouth even with his cheeks hot with mortification. Ginny snorted, which turned quickly to a giggle that gave way to that peal of horsey laughter that shook her body all the way down to their intertwined legs.

"You think this is funny?" Mike asked, his eyebrow darting up to the night sky.

She perched her chin on his chest, her beam obnoxiously bright. "My shorts are around my ankles, I've got alley water in my hair, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to haul your geriatric ass up from the ground, but yes. I think this is incredibly funny, and sweet, and probably the most ridiculous date I've ever been on."

"I've got things trying to slither up my ass crack, Baker, your point?"

She heaved out a sigh, hopping up and fixing her clothes before offering him a hand. "My point," she said, hoisting him up and yanking his pants into place, "is that you're sweet for trying," she continued, making sure he was tucked in before buttoning the two ends of his pants together, "albeit absurdly misguided." Swiping at the dirt on his cheek, she shook her head. "If this is what the woman of San Diego are getting, then I'm seriously going to have to fact check those rave reviews I've been hearing."

She shivered and Mike slung his sports coat off, draping it over her shoulder and ignoring the patch of mud clinging to the right arm. "Can we just forget about this?" He asked, nodding towards the door. "Please?"

"You know, there were whispers of you being cheap a while back," she replied, whirling around to face him as they walked. "Didn't think that extended to hotel rooms. Geez, Lawson, you could have let me know you were low on cash, I would have much rather gotten a bed than a restaurant."

He shoved the door open and she ducked underneath his arm. "You're never gonna let this go?"

"Nope," she said, hopping onto the counter and kicking out her legs. He glanced down at those same champagne heels that had taken up so much of his thoughts, the gold now flecked with mud. He reached for a glass, filling it with water and pressing it to her hand, trying to decide if he lied her shoes better that way.

"Even if I ask nicely?" He protested, cupping her cheek in his hand. She leaned into his touch, her hair straining from its ponytail and tumbling into her eyes.

"Even if you do all the dishes?" She offered, taking a sip of water before tapping the glass against his bottom lip. "And maybe answer a question or two?"

He groaned, burying the tip of his nose into her hair before ghosting a kiss against her forehead. "A question?"

"Or two," she repeated, her neck craning as she stretched.

"First things first," he said, examining the bump just underneath her hairline. "You flinched just now." Her forehead wrinkled as she frowned, watching as he grabbed a paper towel and wrapped it around a handful of ice.

"I'm okay," she protested, waving away the ice pack.

"Baker," he ground out, his voice leaving little room for argument, "hold this while I check out your arm, and no backchat, alright?"

"Aye-aye, couch," she grumbled, smoothing it limply against her skin and waiting for him to look away poking her tongue out at him. She quieted, considering him carefully as he eyed her arm, his gaze critical as he poked at her bicep.

"Seems okay," he proclaimed, setting it gently at her side, "now your questions."

She dropped the icepack to her lap, fingers tearing at the edge of the napkin. "You ever think about it, what you'll do after you…"

"Retire?" He supplied for her, his shoulders shifting as he thought of an answer. "Not when I don't have to. It's not as easy to ignore when my knees give out when I'm having sex with a pretty girl, huh?"

"For either of us," she added, Mike's hand itching to trace the edges of her dimple.

"Besides," he went on as if she'd never spoken, "I'm no better at sports casting than I was on first base, and that was always the plan."

"And now?" She cocked her head to the side, blinking up at him as his lips pursed.

"I'll let you know when I have it figured out."

She waited, counting out his breaths before her words found their way back out. "And you wouldn't want to coach?" She asked, reaching for his hand and brushing a kiss to his palm. "Wouldn't want to be the next Skip?"

He focused on the feel of her lips against his skin, warm and achingly soft. "I think about it sometimes," he admitted, "but I imagine some little punk like Livan coming up, thinking they know everything in the world, and all I want is to set them straight. To make them see that they can't be great, not on their own, not without putting the team first."

"And that's bad?"

"No," he shrugged, "it'll probably be exactly what those jerks need. But then they'd step on my field, and someone else would crouch behind my plate, sending calls to my pitcher," she ducked her head, her smile bashful, "and I would miss it too much."

"But it's not like you can just walk away either," she argued. "Being a ballplayers being the best, it's in your blood, just like it's in mine."

He tensed, the soothing circles she rubbed against his arm doing nothing with the fresh wave of anxiety rolling through him. "I don't really want to think about this right now."

"Okay," she said, "but when you do, I'll be here." She pat his cheek, sliding down from the counter before nestling against him, her arms wrapping around his waist and her forehead on his chest. "Oh," she cried, pulling back, "I'm not helping clean up, just, by the way."

"Dessert's in the oven," he grunted, a reluctant smile perking on his lips. "Chocolate."

"I'll make sure to leave Andrew a thank you card." She laughed, falling back against the counter as he inched away, his eyes trained to hers. "And hey," she added, tearing her gaze away long enough to go to the oven and pull out the tortes, "think you can manage to keep your hands to yourself this time?"

His shoulders shook as he chuckled. "Yeah, yeah," he scoffed, "we'll see."

#Bawson #Bawson fic #It's All In The Pitch #Ginny Baker #Mike Lawson #Ginny x Mike #Fay Writes Things

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