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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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Blupjeans, angst 17?

17. "I wasn't ready to say goodbye."

Lup couldn't really sleep or meditate or anything as a lich, which was as annoying as it was helpful. If something bad happened, then there'd be no drowsiness to stop her from helping right away. But she really did miss the comfort of laying down and passing the fuck out for a few hours. Which was maybe why it was so comforting to watch Barry sleep. Was it a little creepy? Yeah, but she was married to him, so she figured she was allowed to watch him sleep every now and then.

"Every now and then" being "the past four nights in a row", of course.

She honestly, truly had nothing else to do besides watch him. Even as a lich, she'd needed something to be able to recharge. Since meditation and sleep weren't options, she'd just kind of... stay in one place and stare off into nothingness while her spell slots recharged. Staring at Barry was infinitely better than staring at a wall.

And, and, all construction efforts tended to die down after the sunset, so there was no one she could help. She had tried baking a few days ago, but kneading dough with a mage hand wasn't as satisfying as doing it with a flesh hand.

So she stared at Barry for a few hours. She watched his chest go up and down and up and down and up and down until the sun was rising and he was waking up and he could tell her she was being weird and she could laugh. It was a nice little routine they had going on. Lup loved it.

The routine was thwarted just a little, however, but Barry having a nightmare.

Even in a flesh body, it wasn't hard to tell when something was disturbing Barry in his sleep. He didn't have night terrors, per se (which was good because Lup had gone through enough of those with Taako), but it hurt nonetheless to watch. She had to draw herself back into the present seeing Barry's eyebrows twitch, and then furrow. She watched his face go from expressionless to frowning. It was a light difference, just barely perceptible if Lup hadn't known him for over a hundred years.

He gripped at the sheets slightly in his sleep. Lup moved to hover over him, not really sure if she should wake him up or not, and decided to just wait. His breathing picked up a bit, sounding sort of like he was going to start crying. The grip on the sheets tightened. The frown deepened.

And then he woke up.

And then he immediately punched a fist through Lup's lich face, yelping, and sitting up.

"Oh- oh fuck, Lup, oh gods, sorry- I'm sorry, babe, you- you scared me-"

"I didn't even feel it, babe," Lup assured. The punch had startled her, but she decided not to mention it. She floated across him and settled into the bed, pretending to lean on his shoulder. Barry made a choked sort of noise and scrubbed at his face, wiping away a few tears.

"Sorry," he said again. "I didn't mean to- to do that. Wasn't expecting you to be that, uhm. That close."

"It's my bad," Lup said, conquering a mage hand to pat his fist. Barry opened his hand and she folded the fingers to hold his. He gave a little wet chuckle. She asked, "d'you wanna talk about it?"

"I don't know," Barry said, rubbing at his face again with his free hand. "I- hang on, I want my glasses."

He reached over to the nightstand and fumbled with his glasses. Begrudgingly, Lup moved the mage hand so he could have both hands. She ran it through his hair instead. When he had them on, he blinked towards her and she moved the hand down to cup his cheek. He leaned into it slightly.

"I love you," Lup said and he gave a weak smile.

"I love you too, babe," he said. "I just, uh- uhm."

"You don't have to talk about it," Lup said. Barry nodded, his lip wobbling slightly. Gods, Lup wished she could give him a hug that actually felt like something right now. He leaned his head back against the wall and Lup gave him the mage hand to hold onto again. "I can talk, if you want? I've got lots to say."

"Go for it," Barry said, closing his eyes.

"Well, I talked to Magnus today," she said. "He said the repairs in Raven's Roost are going pretty well. And he's been like... collecting dogs? For a dog school, he says, but like- how much d'you wanna bet that he's just gonna keep most of them. Remember when he tried to keep that bear thing as a dog in cycle, uh- thirty-five, I think? Dav was not happy."

"It was so ugly," Barry said, voice a little thick through tears.

"It was very ugly," Lup said.

"Can we just- sit?" Barry asked before she could start on the maybe-bear-definitely-not-dog thing again. "I just- I wanna sit in silence."

"That's fine," Lup said. "Lemme know if I can help."

"Mhm," Barry said. He took a deep, shaky breath, his free hand grasped tightly around the blankets. He drew his legs up to his chest, putting his head on his knees. Lup really wanted to hold him properly. Wanted to at least hug him, which had been an awfully reoccurring them in the past few weeks. Just wanting to be able to have Barry hold her, or have her hold Barry. She missed him, even though he was right there.

After about five minutes or so in silence, when Barry's breathing had finally evened out again, and after she had recast the mage hand several times, he peaked his eyes opened.

"Can I ask you something?" he said quietly.

"Yeah, sure," she said.

Barry bit his lip, looking like he was trying to figure out how to phrase it correctly. After another moment of silence, he said,

"Why didn't you- when you... left, why didn't you wake me up?"

Well, that wasn't what she had been expecting. Lup made a thoughtful noise, resting her head against his shoulder. It took effort not to sink through his body, but it was worth it. She sighed.

"I wasn't ready to say goodbye," she said honestly. "I didn't think it was goodbye, even. I honestly thought it'd take me a week, tops, to hide the gauntlet and come back. I- I just didn't want you to stop me. I think, even if I had woken you up, and you had tried to stop me, I wouldn't have. And that- that would have felt worse, to me."

"I woulda gone with you," Barry said, voice cracking. Lup's non-existent heart twisted. "Not tried to- to stop you. I- we both knew by that point that the relic plan was fucked. The least I coulda done is support the next idea. Did you not-" he swallowed, shaking his head. "Did you not trust me?"

"No, I did," Lup said. The mage hand flickered out of existence and she didn't recast it, because Barry moved his hands to wrap around his knees. "Barry, I trusted you- I trust you, even- so, so much. But I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking about how to do my stupid plan with as little error as possible and at the time, I thought that telling someone would- would fuck it up. I didn't even tell, Taako, babe. And I'm sorry for that. To both you, and him, and- and everyone. But I felt like I needed to do it alone and that wasn't true."

"I'm sorry," Barry said, but Lup shook her head, cutting him off.

"Don't be," she said, voice a little wet. She was sure she'd be crying if she had tear ducts. "You're- you didn't do anything wrong, babe, I promise. We're partners, I should have put more faith in you. I did trust you, a hundred percent. But I was, uh. Very emotionally compromised at the time."

"We all were," Barry said, wiping at his eyes. "I coulda found you earlier if I had looked more. Or- or if I had been more efficient with everything-"

"Babe," Lup said. "You looked all you could. For ten whole years. That's more than I could ever ask of you, okay? I don't blame you for any of it. You were literally dying every few months trying to find me. That's a lot for one person to handle. I'm- I'm never gonna hold any of that against you."

"I know," Barry said. "I just- I missed you. I miss you. Your right next to me and it hurts, y'know?"

"I know," Lup said, trying not to let her voice shake. "I- I get that so hard, Barry. As soon as I get my body back I'm gonna kiss you, alright? That's a promise. Step one, body. Step two, kiss my boy."

"A good plan," Barry chuckled, using his shirt to dry his cheeks. He took a deep breath, turning his head to look towards her. "I'm sorry for punching your ghost skull."

"Forgiven," Lup said, pressing her face to his forehead as if she was going to kiss it. "Are you gonna try to sleep again or d'you wanna watch a show or something?"

"I'm gonna try to sleep," Barry said. "Stay with me?"

"As long as you want me, babe."

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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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Hiiiiii! How about a izuku x reader where he spoils her rotten for their anniversary and proposes!!!

Warnings; implied smut (but no smut); fluff!! || Izuku & reader are set for 23 || a lot of dialog

Please enjoy~🍰

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You get soft kisses littering your face the warm morning light.

“Mmmm” you moan from your sleep state

“Good morning beautiful” you heard the soft yet husky voice of your boyfriend Izuku Midoriya. You had been dating for the last 3 years and they have been amazing. Aside from him being the #1 hero and you worrying day and night for him.

Stretching your arms up and around his neck he pulls you closer to him. He leans down and captures your lips in a loving kiss.

“Happy anniversary love, are you ready for today?” he whispered

“I thought last night was our celebration” you giggled remembering the events from last night.

He had taken you out to est and back home for a very passionate night together. Whatever he ate last night, may have given him extra stamina because you may get noise complaints sooner or later. But, it was too good to complain about.

“Oh come on, you’re the love of my life, you deserve more than just a fun night for our anniversary” he flipped you over on top of him so you were straddling his hips “you’re so beautiful..” he said daydream like. He sits up and hugs you tightly. Although there was one more member in the hug

“How about we shower first and,“ you look down quickly and back up to him “freshen up.“ he threw his head back and chuckled lightly

“Yes ma’am” he said a bit sarcastically standing up and carrying you to your bathroom. This would only be the start of today~

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“So, what time are you getting off work today?“ you ask as you start to look for something to wear.

“I don’t.” He said simple as he slips on his black tee shirt

“Huh?” He walks over to you and kisses your shoulder and quietly says

“I took the day off so we could spend it together” you eyes lit up like light bulbs. He barley had any days off and today he finally had one! You turn and quickly jump into his arm with a muffled squeal.

“Alright come on precious,” he said helping you get back to your feet “we’ve got a day ahead of so get ready” You hurried back to you dresser and pulled out your best jeans. Yes, the ones that made everything pop! These are the ones that you always caught Izuku staring at you, at some point.

Throwing on your favorite blouse and shoes you were ready to go. Except, you didn’t know where you were going. He simply took your hand and lead you out of your shared apartment. Walking down the busy streets you had been stopped one or two times, but you didn’t mind.

“Here’s our first stop.“ he said cheerfully opening the door to a pet shop

“Wait but...why? Not that I mind but...“ you were a bit confused as to why this was the first stop.

“Well, I do try and notice things you want so,“ he lead you to a door that read puppy room “I booked us a day so you could come and pick up your surprise“ he smiled. You were in complete disbelief, did he seriously get you a puppy??

You’ve talked it over before but you didn’t think it would happen. Walking into the puppy room he leads you into a small office where a kind looking lady was waiting. She held a small chubby puppy. It’s ears floppy and seem to large for it’s head. It’s coat was a beautiful black and white with some brown splashes here and there.

“Hello Mr.Midoriya, and this must be your girlfriend“ she welcomed you with a handshake before handing you the small creature “and this, is Bailey your newest puppy.“

“W-wait he’s really ours?!“ you ask sounding like a small child

“All ours babe“ he brought you into a hug and kissed the top of your head. The lady then handed you a collar and leash and wished you a good day. So, you walk out of the shop with a new member to your family and a happy heart. He was just a sweetheart! The way his little tail wagged and hop he practically hopped along the side walk.

As you walk down the street you pass a flower stand where Izuku stopped to buy you some sunflowers, your favorite. They smelled just as lovely as they looked.

“Hey are you feeling hungry?“ he asked as you turned the corner “I’ve got another surprise for you“ he then pointed up to the building of your favorite place to dine. It was also an expensive and exclusive restaurant. You’ve come once or twice on behalf of the city as a gift to Izuku. The other time was when All Might had invited you to dinner

“Izuku, this must have been so expensive! You know how I feel about that!“ of course the perks were nice but you didn’t like him spending so much on you. You felt bad and wanted to pay him back with something just as extravagant.

“I know sweet but,“ he raises your chin to look at him “I also know you love coming here and I just want to see you smiling and happy. So don’t worry about it“

Pecking your nose he picks up Bailey and walks over to the receptionist and gives his name and reservation time. He apparently even got the VIP balcony area as well. You would start nagging but, the view was really breath taking and you should be grateful he had this all done for you.

You order your favorite dish and gods was it just as good as the first time. AT some point while stuffing your mouth you caught Izuku staring at you. You felt a dear in headlights with your cheeks full of food and try to swallow what you had

“Am I that funny that you’re staring at me?“ you giggle finally wiping your mouth

“No I’m just...lucky to be able to have you in my life“ he reached for your hand “I know being with me isn’t the easiest thing but I really do love you Y/N. I couldn’t imagine being without you.“

“Oh, Izuku.“ your heart was touched by his words “I love you too“ he leaned over the table and placed a quick peck on your nose, his favorite spot. You both sat there just holding hands and staring into each others eyes. You know, like the movies.

Suddenly his watch beeped at the time it was sunset, the sky filling with hues of orange and pink. You always loved sunsets, they just made the day magical. Izuku stood up and took your hand, he lead you to the railing of the balcony to gaze at the sky. You were between his arms as you leaned on the railing.

He had one arm wrapped around you and the other on the railing as he held you close. His head rested on your shoulder

“Did you enjoy your day?“ he whispered

“I really did zuku“ you whispered back his nickname

“You know there’s something special on his collar if you wanna read it“ he motioned down to Bailey who sat at your feet. You pick up the warm puppy and flip his collar around until you find a tag. You read out loud

“Be mine forever and I’ll be yours...huh well that’s cute, do you think-“ when you turn to look for Izuku he wasn’t behind you. Instead he was down on one knee with an open box in his hands. You put down Bailey carefully in complete shock of what was in front of your eyes.

“Y/N, my love, my everything,“ he takes you hand in his “You make me the happiest man on Earth. Your smart, kind, and so beautiful inside and out. I only want to give you the world. Just to wake up next to you every morning is all I could ask for. So...will you marry me?“

“Yes!“ you practically scream as you jump into his arms. You both becoming a giggling mess. He sits up with you still straddling his hips, he takes a moment to slip the ring on your finger before capturing your lips. This moment was what you had been dreaming of ever since you were little. Now it was happening with the man you loved the most.

“My everything“ he whispered before kissing you again “My forever“

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I hope this was okay!❤️

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bbrandy2002 · 3 years

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Fool’s Rush In

Part 15

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x MC

Warnings: mild violence

Series Premise: With two weeks until Liam is to marry Madeleine – his pick during the social season – the guys throw him a bachelor party in Vegas. After a drunken night, he finds himself with more than he bargained for.

Thanks @burnsoslow for the beta read.

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Supposedly, the more a person suffered in the name of love, the more it showed they really cared.

At least, that's what Riley thought.

After nightfall of this particular evening -- when she least expected it -- she never realized how much truth that belief held.

Or how much it would hurt to sacrifice the one person who made her believe she was worthy of love and saw who she really was on the inside.

Her dainty arm -- a delicate bronze in color, sleek, with a glittering red strap across one shoulder -- linked through the arm of the man she had grown to love more than life itself as they entered the palace ballroom. Working tirelessly over the last week to ensure everything went off without a hitch had taken its toll on her. All she could think about, as she shook hands and charmed dignitaries with a sparkle in those twinkling brown eyes, was how much sleep she planned to make up for after the ball ended.

This ball was to introduce the King and his new bride to the Cordonian court for the first time. A show of solidarity and, hopefully, strength. A way to establish that what happened in a tiny chapel 10,000 miles away weeks ago between two strangers wasn't a careless mistake, and that she could handle the duties bestowed on her as a common American woman.

Or at least pretend she could for now.

However, for the King and the "Jewel of His Heart" whom he escorted through the curious crowd of pretentious naysayers in extravagant gowns and tuxes, with their fake smiles and tedious posturing ...

It was nothing less than fate.

Riley was the key that unlocked that safe space deep inside Liam's heart that had been sheltered for so long, waiting for the perfect person to come along and open it. This was the place where he kept his most sacred feelings: a genuine love, never-ending laughter, joy, romance, ecstasy, and every dream he ever held for the future -- one he presumed would never exist in any form he longed for.

But she didn't just unlock it. Riley shattered it wide open, where everything came flooding out at once and consumed him like a raging wildfire.

And it was the most remarkable, intoxicating experience of his life.

Liam showed her off all evening as they mingled during their rounds, danced, and conversed with the variance of nobility. She was the sexiest woman in that room, and he'd dare say the looks of envy shot in his direction from high-class men as he proudly cavorted her around didn't bother him in the least. Not that that was her only quality -- far from it. There were so many things about Riley that were special. But he couldn't help feeling a sense of pride that she was all his.

And without question, he was all hers.

Seated at the head table, Riley swallowed a morsel of the veal medallion she wanted to be served for this occasion. When given a choice between fish and lamb, the fish never stood a chance. The memory of that smelly, god-awful lunch with Regina three weeks ago was not something her palate had forgiven her for yet. As wonderful and savory as this extravagant meal, covered in a light brown mushroom sauce and served with a side of broccoli rabe, was, it couldn't hold a candle to what she craved the most: a slice of white pizza from Carmine's back in Brooklyn.

Or a slab or two of the New Yorker.

With maybe some cheesecake.

Covered in chocolate.

And a sausage rice ball. A Frito pie smothered with sour cream. Definitely a rainbow bagel from The Bagel Store. Barbecue ribs and beans from the mom-and-pop diner hidden just off the strip in Vegas.

Of course, her grandma’s country fried steak with white gravy sounded delicious too.

For sure, a fried Twinkie like the one she ate at the New York State Fair in 2013.

"You've outdone yourself, sweetheart," Liam marveled while wiping at the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "The meal was delicious, and our guests appear to be enjoying themselves." The others seated at the table looked up, adding their compliments.

Still dreaming about a fat slice of New York-style pizza, Riley smiled graciously back at him, until she noticed the server refilling Liam’s glass with merlot, causing her to do a double-take.

Hot tears pooled in her eyes, and a heavy feeling of sadness swelled in her chest as she panicked. "I asked for the Pinot Noir. Not the merlot,” she rasped meekly. “You don't like merlot, Liam. And the Pinot Noir was from the 'C' place where Duke Hakim lives. He'll be so disappointed and think I'm slighting his duchy. They’ll all hate me forever and ... wait a minute." She trailed off as a realization hit her, and Riley quickly glanced down at her plate before scanning each of the dishes from those seated around her.

The anxiety intensified; she could no longer suppress the heartbroken sob that wailed out of her. "Where are all the potatoes? We were supposed to have the potatoes, Liam. They didn’t serve the potatoes. Now the whole night is completely ruined, and it’s all my fault. I'm such a failure as a queen, and you should just send me to the dungeon now and throw away the key. I apologize to all of you for my incompetence and the lack of potatoes with your meal." Riley’s red-hot face, full of tears, plunged into the palms of her hands, then quickly sprung back up as Liam hesitantly tried to place a hand on her shoulder. A strong urge to use the restroom ended her crying spell as if it never happened. “Oh, oh. I gotta pee so bad. I’ll be right back.” She gave a warm smile and excused herself as she pushed her chair back and scurried merrily toward the nearest restroom.

Liam, Regina, Leo, Maxwell, and Olivia watched with confusion as she happily took off, not knowing what to say or what to make of the sudden shift in her moods.

“What the hell was that?” Olivia scowled, her eyes fixed on Liam.

“Is she all right, dear?” a concerned Regina asked.

Liam scratched the back of his head, nearly at a loss for words. “I ... I don’t know. I’ve never seen her that upset … especially over potatoes.” He paused in thought. “She was a little on edge this morning. Still, she’s been working a lot on the preparations and everything else going on. It must have gotten to her.”

Maxwell shrugged. “Maybe she just finally snapped.”

Leo shook his head, swallowing a forkful of beef. “Or maybe she has the premenstrual syndrome.”

“Leo!” The group admonished.

“What?” Leo bit back, taking in each of their disappointed glares. “Don’t act like it’s not true. Trust me, when I have cramps and bloating, I can go from a happy little Leo to a Bertrand, just like that.” He snapped his fingers, following it up with a frown. “It ain’t pretty, you all.”

Maxwell looked across the table at Liam and agreed, “He has a point.”

Wanting to shed his skin and slither away, Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can we not discuss something so personal and private, especially while several hundred people are dining around us?”

“I’m just saying, little brother, that you need to be understanding and gentle during this special time of your wife’s 'lady business.' You should speak softly and slowly to her because Shark Week messes with a girl's mind, man. Their brains short-circuit, and there’s nothing left up there but a couple of crickets and man-eating rattlesnakes. One second, you think she’s fine, but if you’re not careful, in the next second, you’ll find yourself with two venomous fangs rattling from your nut sack, dude. She will tear you apart and spit you out like a rabid dog. You can make it through these next few days, but only if you take my advice.”

“That is the single dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Olivia spat, boring her eyes into him. “And you’ve said a lot.” She turned to Liam, whose face was slightly pale and void of expression. “Don’t listen to his sexist drivel. Why you haven’t declared him insane yet is beyond me. You should have sent him away with that filthy hairball to Valtoria you had caged earlier.”

“IT WAS MONGO!” Leo erupted, causing the dishes on the table to clatter as he jumped to his feet and hovered over the redhead. Every head in the ballroom whipped around to see what was happening, and a deafening silence filled throughout. Even the orchestra stopped playing their classical tune.

A wide-eyed Regina smiled sheepishly as she glanced out at the quiet audience who were waiting to see what all the fuss was about. She thought fast before calling out, “We were just playing a little game of … 'It was Mongo.'” The former queen snatched Maxwell’s Sunset Rum punch from his hand, thrusting the drink up at her stepson, towering beside her, and instructed in a grandmotherly tone, “Be a good lad, Leo. You lost this round. It's time to chug-a-lug, my boy.” With his face burning, Liam slid down in his seat.

“Ooooo, I wanna go next.” Maxwell bounced excitedly while the guests resumed the festivities. "How do we play?"

“I think I want to go, too,” Liam replied, straightening back up before hurling his napkin on the table. “I’m going to go find Riley.”

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Riley exited the ladies' room, clutch in hand and a fresh dab of clear gloss gleaming on her pink lips. She stopped walking just as the door closed behind her and smiled with a look of surprise at seeing Liam leaning against the opposite wall. "What are you doing out here?"

He pushed himself off the wall, closing the distance between them and meeting her in the middle of the empty corridor. They wrapped their arms around each other, indulging in the warmth of their lovers' embrace. "Would you believe me if I told you I just missed you?" he answered, placing a tender kiss on her lips that skimmed lower to her jawline.

"I missed you, too," she moaned with each gentle pressure of his seductive lips, suckling and nibbling along the spot that trailed behind her ear that he knew drove her crazy. "But something tells me that's not the only reason you left the ballroom."

Their gazes met simultaneously. "Leo."

Riley chuckled softly. "Do I even want to know?"

Liam sighed, smoothing back a loose hair behind her ear. "You know my brother and his wonderful words of wisdom." There was no way in hell he would tell her what they really discussed after she left; he could only imagine her embarrassment. "Everyone was just a little worried about you, that's all."

"I didn't mean to scare everyone. I just wanted tonight to be perfect. Instead, so many things went wrong. I can only assume what the court thinks about me now." She lowered her gaze to the red carpeting where they stood. "I let you down."

"I don't want to ever hear you say that again. Riley, sweetheart, you can never let me down. Do you understand that?" Liam lifted her chin; her tentative eyes stared back at him for a moment before nodding. "Good. And just so you know, our guest are used to bombings, stabbings, kidnappings, shootings, and terror plots at most of my palace events --"

"Wait. What?"

" -- I assure you, just the fact alone, that none of that took place tonight, and they're all going to leave here soon -- alive -- will be huge for them. Not having potatoes with the meal or the right wine was the least of their worries. They will consider this night a success. And a testament to their new queen. You should, too. I'm so very proud of you."

"I have so many questions about everything you just said."

Liam smiled, caressing Riley's petal-soft cheeks and lowering his head to kiss her again. "All in due time, my love.”

Riley let out a deep, drawn-out yawn she lightly covered with her palm before stretching and rolling her neck. A couple of weeks' worth of planning and endless decisions had left heavy tension in her shoulders and overwhelming exhaustion like nothing she'd felt before. None of it went unnoticed by Liam, who placed his hands on her shoulders and gingerly kneaded the taut muscles.

"What do you say about heading back to our quarters, taking off all of your clothes, and I'll be up soon to massage this gorgeous body from head to toe? And hopefully, when I'm through, you'll massage parts of me, too … with any part of your body that you'd like." His lips curved into an inviting smile.

"Mmm, that's tempting," she purred, rubbing her hands over his ample chest. "But I can't just leave. It's the Queen's Ball. Without me, it's just ... The Ball." She chuckled, despite herself.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little panties over the ball. Just go upstairs and take them off. I’ll handle everything down here. Then … “ He squatted down to her eye level. “ … I’ll handle you.”

Her heart fluttered every time Liam spoke to her that way. The way he desired only her. She bit the corner of her lip teasingly. “I love you so much.”

Liam smiled. “You better. You’ve got one hell of a husband. I’d even venture to say you’re the luckiest woman on the whole damn planet right now.” Before Riley could respond to his jest, he put both of his hands on her cheeks to hold her head still and began placing playful, wet smooches all over her face, causing her to laugh riotously. After a few seconds of her squirming around and cackling at his antics, he paused to look at her. “You know I love you, too. Now go on up. I’ll be right behind you soon.”

With a pat to her backside, they went their separate ways.

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Liam returned to the ballroom, having offered to finish what little time was left without her. He would offer his apologies for her absence, but in reality, the King couldn’t have cared less what anyone there thought. Since his bachelor party weeks ago, he had grown from a man who had no choices to one who made his own. His marriage and relationship with Riley came first. Her wellbeing was the main priority -- to hell with anyone who had a problem with that.

As Riley placed a hand on the elegant wooden handrail of the grand staircase and took the first step up, her thoughts meandered to where she had been in her life one month ago and how vastly it had changed in such a short time. For the first time in years, she was happy, and it felt so good to be in that place where she could finally let go of the past and move on. Liam was a game-changer, and she was thoroughly convinced he was the only person on the planet who could have gotten her out of her own head and to this level of blissful existence.

Rounding the corner at the top of the stairs, she reached into her clutch to pull out the key card to her quarters, exhaustion slowing her strides. Shuffling past a row of closed office doors and framed artwork, she made her way to the residential wing.

The squeak of a door behind her and the click of heels drew her attention, causing her to stop and turn to see who was there.

The color drained from her face as Madeleine casually stepped out, her hands behind her back and a devious, unsettling grin cemented on her face.

It wasn't the fear that made Riley's heart pound with a sickening thud, but more shock than anything. No one had seen or spoken to the Countess since the confrontation in Las Vegas when she showed up unexpectedly after finding out Liam had married Riley the night prior.

Now, suddenly, there she was, as if out of nowhere, a gleam in her eye, looking all too pleased to have this run-in with Riley.

"A little dramatic, don't you think?" Riley scoffed, taking one step back the closer Madeleine approached. "What are you even doing here?"

"I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're worried about," she answered contemptuously. Her green eyes drifted to one of the cameras mantled at each end of the hallway. Riley placed a shaky hand over her stomach, letting out a low, relieved breath, hoping that was the truth. "Not physically, anyway."

"Well, that sounds promising," Riley replied sardonically. "Now, if you don't mind ..." She turned away, wanting nothing more than to escape this conversation and make it back to her quarters.

Madeleine reached out and grabbed the Queen by her elbow, pulling her back and harshly twisting her around so they were now face-to-face. "You're not going anywhere until I'm through with you," she hissed with an icy glare. "I told you I would make you regret what you've done."

Riley jerked her arm, trying to free herself. "Let go of my arm, Madeleine!"

"Not until you hear what I have to say."

"I'm not interested in anything you have to say! Now LET ME GO!" Riley hoped someone heard her yell or at least witnessed what was happening on the camera. Where the hell is security?

While continuing to struggle to free herself, she reached up with her free hand in an attempt to pry off Madeleine's bony fingers that were squeezing tight grooves around her elbow, her manicured nails digging deeper into Riley's skin. "You're hurting me. I said to let me go."

"Very well, then." The woman, who had twice lost her chance at the crown, released her firm grasp, knowing that the momentum would cause Riley to stumble back as soon as she let go.

Just as predicted, Riley planted a foot behind her for leverage before drawing her arm back as hard as she could, one last time. Her eyes grew wide, and she let out a sharp gasp that sounded well down the corridor. Riley sailed backward, tripping over herself and toppling to the ground. She finally landed with a hard blow on her backside, the rear of her head just inches from slamming to the floor.

A shockwave of pain coursed up Riley's spine from hitting so abruptly. Before she had a chance to respond or process what happened, Madeleine crouched down beside her, holding a DVD up and gaining Riley's attention.

The pain had morphed into a throbbing ache that was soon forgotten as the Queen stared quizzically at the object displayed in front of her like a grand prize.

"What is that?" her voice trembled.

"It's my ace in the hole," Madeleine stated, then wagged a finger. "Someone used to be a very naughty girl."

Furrowing her brows, Riley responded. "I don't know what you mean."

"You know precisely what I mean, but just in case, please allow me to refresh your memory," Madeleine smirked before rising to her feet and prancing around as if she were having the time of her life. "I did a little digging after my brief visit to Las Vegas and came across a man who knew you very, very well at one time. I made some calls. We exchanged e-mails, a transfer of money or two. And he was all too eager to accept my offer of payment for any dirt he could give me on you."

There was no point in asking "who" -- she already knew; the thought made her nauseous. Riley closed her eyes and muttered. "Tyler?"

"Yes," Madeleine beamed, " Your ex-husband. He had a lot to say about you."

"I'm sure he did. Does it even matter to you that he's a liar and a cheat -- not to mention greedy? He would make up anything if he thought he could profit off of it."

"Oh, it matters. Personally, I don't believe a damn thing he had to say. Honestly, Riley ... even someone like you could have done better than that slime."

Riley cringed in pain as she pushed herself off the floor and turned to her oppressor. "Just get to the point, Madeleine. Clearly, he gave you something you thought was valuable enough to use against me, so just spit it already."

Madeleine smiled, "How very astute of you. You're correct. He did." She held up the disc as Riley regarded it suspiciously. "On this disk are several hours of the two of you ... together. Very graphic, if I do say so myself." Riley's jaw dropped upon hearing those words as Madeleine continued, "Now don't worry. I only watched it long enough to make sure the video was legit --"

"Give me that!" Riley reached out to snatch the DVD, but Madeleine pulled it away just out of her grasp. A burning sensation filled inside her chest and spread across her face. "You're lying. I never made videos like that."

"Oh, I think you did," the blonde countered with a mirthful tone. "You just didn't know about it. Your ex admitted as much to me ... an asshole move, for sure. But nonetheless, I purchased the copy from him for a hefty sum. And ... well ... here we are now. You're more than welcome to take this disc and see for yourself; I have it downloaded as a backup, knowing you'd want proof."

At that moment, all Riley wanted was for Liam to walk down that corridor where she now stood, pick her up in his arms, whisk her away to safety, and tell her it was all a bad dream. Not that she did anything wrong -- she was married at one time to the man, presumably on the video, and would have been a consenting adult.

No, it was the fact that Tyler Brooks had taken intimate videos with her during their marriage, without her knowledge. Now Madeleine had possession of them.

God only knew what she planned to do with them, but Riley had a pretty good idea. "What do you want?" she whispered in defeat, afraid to hear the answer.

Madeleine grinned from ear-to-ear. "For you to leave Cordonia tonight and never return, or I release everything to the press."

Riley shook her head. "No. As much as I don't want anyone to see that video, I did nothing wrong, and I won't be blackmailed or intimidated by you so that you can get your grubby little paws on the crown."

"Is that so?" It wasn't a question so much as a remark meant to convey who was in control.

Maintaining her position, Riley raised a brow, refusing to give in.

Madeleine was far from giving up, though; she had manipulation in her blood. "Very well, then. I'll release the video in the morning. It should be interesting to see how the world reacts to yet another scandal by this monarchy. Their Queen plastered all over the internet again, except this time, uploaded on every porn site on the web.

"The news will run the story with your blurred-out silhouette in the background. Your father will see it, and his business will become a target.: Your friends. Family. Students. They'll all be inundated with your sexual proclivities. But the worst part will be the tribunal. The council will have no choice but to question Liam's decision-making abilities after not only squandering his pick of queen on some American nobody, but now one whose ass will be featured on the desktops of teenage boys across the world. It's a shame that he'll lose his reign, all because of you. Would you really do that to Liam? Do you genuinely believe you're worth all the trouble it will cause him?"

Riley froze. She knew Madeleine was taunting her with the people she cared about the most. The last thing she wanted was to embarrass each of them. But to possibly cause Liam to lose his legacy, his birthright, and the rulership of a country he loved so much? It was something she couldn't shake.

Staring blankly, twisting the bands of gold that belonged to Liam's mother, she couldn't get the question Madeleine just asked out of her mind: Did Riley believe she was worth the trouble it would cost him?

Nothing was damning on that video, aside from the fact that she never knew it existed. But she already had so much to prove; another video in the press' hand would tarnish Liam. Maybe the Countess of Fydelia was right: He would lose it all.

"Time is ticking," Madeleine reminded Riley as she tapped her watch. "What's it going to be?"

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spideymarvelws · 3 years

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i love your writing, hope you’re doing well 💞 could i request something where tom asks y/n’s dad for marriage permission and then flash forward to the proposal?

I changed up a few things I hope you don’t mind!

Also i kinda wanna do a social media version but idk i think it would be fun

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Warnings : some cursing, suggestive themes, nothing but floof and happiness

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Smiles and Pure Happiness

Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Tom laid silently with your weight on half of his body. One of his hands supported the back of his head on the soft mattress while the other held you tightly against his bare body, keeping your warmth as close as possible. Your legs were tangled together beneath the sheets that only covered the both of you from the waist down, the rest of it spread across the floor.

You’d fallen asleep hours ago. After some lazy sex to ‘try out the new bed’ in your hotel room, you passed out almost immediately. The flight was exhausting, and with the time difference he wasn't surprised to hear the little snores coming out of your slightly parted lips as soon as your face hit the pillow.

But for the life of him he couldn't fall asleep with you.

No matter how much time he spent shutting his eyes, waiting for his body to relax, it never would. He constantly changed his position with the limited movement he had to maybe find a more comfortable spot but nothing. He even got up to close the curtains and grab his earpods to play some relaxing music but it didn't help in the slightest.

He just couldn’t stop thinking.

Today was the day, the big day where he would finally ask you the question that had been floating in his mind for the past months. The day he would bend down on his knee, pull out the ring he’d been keeping in the back of his closet and propose to you.

He already had everything planned out, whatever you wanted to do after you woke up he would go along with until it was sunset. From there, he would take you for a stroll on the docks nearby, maybe buy some ice cream to waste some time if needed. Harry and the rest of his family, including yours, should be set up in a hut alongside the beach, hidden from the spot he would propose so they could take pictures and celebrate with you.

But what if he didn’t reach the spot in time for sunset? What if he messed up and stopped a few feet short so Harry couldn't film everything properly? What if you didn’t want to go to the beach at all? What if you wanted to go to the hot tub or the rooftop?

What if you rejected him, what if you said no?

Despite five years spent together, even more as friends and even having discussions about marriage, he still felt the doubt that you would say no. That you would run as soon as he pulled the ring out.

He looked down at your sleeping face squished against his chest, clueless to the turmoil happening in his head. He wanted this, he wanted to be able to go out and call you his wife, he wanted you to show off the diamond on your ring to the people who asked. He wanted to take this next step with you.

He just hoped you felt the same.

You shifted around, rustling the sheets as you cuddled closer to his chest, your face scrunching up when you nuzzled your cheek against his skin. He raised his hand to your back, his fingers walking up and down your spine. You hummed, letting out a big yawn as you mumbled some incoherent words.

“You’re going to need to speak up if you want me to hear you love,” he whispered, kissing the crown of your head as you moved around even more.

“I said i’m tired but I don't want to go back to sleep,” you sniffed, tracing random patterns on his chest, “That and I’m hungry,”

Tom chuckled, “Well you could’ve just started with that,” he rested his cheek on the top of your head, “We could order room service if you’d like,”

“Meh,” you raised your head to look up at him, “I wanna get out of the room for a while,”

“Well, in that case...” He reached over to grab the pamphlet he took from the front desk when he checked the both of you in.

Leaning back up against the bed frame with a sigh, he raised his arm for you to settle against his thigh with the new change in position. He rested his hand on your stomach while you played with the edges of the blanket that wrapped around your body like second skin.

“There's a buffet happening at six in the lobby,” he squinted his eyes as he read over the tiny writing, “That’s in like thirty minutes, we could get ready in that time,”

He groaned when you started to giggle, lowering the piece of paper to look at you.

“What is it?” he playfully flicked the top of your head.

You stifled your laughter with your hand, “This is why you don’t forget your glasses on the plane,” you smiled up at him with hooded eyes, “Such a sad loss for us all,”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, yeah,”

“Hey, I offered to get you knew ones before we left but you were too much in a rush,” you poked his stomach, “You really wanted to get here quickly,”

He let out a deep breath, laughing off your words. He remembered rushing you out the airport, practically dragging you throughout the building and pushing you into the car he rented for the trip. You found it amusing while he was freaking out that he might not reach the hotel in time and mess up the entire schedule.

“Yeah, well, I’m in need of a vacation after filming so many movies back to back,”

You hummed, sitting up to straddle his waist, something you always did when you wanted to talk to him directly with no distractions. Your arms went to wrap around his shoulders, pulling his chest against yours. He put his hands on your hips out of instinct, blowing a strand of hair that decided to fall in his eyes that moment.

“That you are,” you said, pushing the brown lock behind his ear before leaning in to kiss his neck, “So stop being so tense baby,” you mumbled, trailing your lips up his jaw to the corner of his lips, “We have a week all to ourselves, no work, nobody to interrupt us and a beautiful view everywhere we go,” you quickly pecked his lips, smiling widely when he chased them as your pulled away.

“And I couldn’t be happier,” he sighed, leaning in to press his lips fully against yours, sighing when they made contact. His biggest source of comfort were your lips, soft and plush against his skin. His neck, his cheek, his forehead, he didn't care, as long as they were on him, he was at peace.

“As much as I would love to makeout with you,” you giggled, pulling away and hopping out of his lap, “We have a buffet to get ready for,”

“The buffet isn't going anywhere!” he whined, crossing his arms and pouting like a child.

Maybe he was stalling, just a little, but he didn't want to leave bed just yet. If things went well, this might be the final night he would be able to call you his girlfriend, instead his fiancé which wasn’t a bad thing, it just all felt so surreal. That and he didn’t like that you were putting back on some fresh panties from your suitcase, covering your body from his view.

You rolled your eyes, walking back over to him and placing a gentle kiss on his nose. Grabbing his hand you pulled him out of the bed, groaning when his heavy mass crashed into you, nearly knocking you down but his arms wrapped around you just in time, keeping you pressed against his chest.

“Can’t we stay just a bit longer,” he began kissing the corner of your mouth, trailing his lips down your jaw and to the side of your neck where he began biting and sucking at the skin. He smirked when you let out a tiny moan, your hands moving from his chest and squeezing at his shoulders.

After a few more seconds, you finally caved.

“Okay fine, ten more minutes and then we leave okay?”

He beamed at your words, picking your up by the waist and throwing your back on the bed. You giggled as he crawled over you, locking his lips back on to yours, his hands moving up and down your body, caressing the soft skin.

Maybe being late to the buffet wouldn't mess up his plan too much...

…

“What would you like to ask me Tom?” Your father questioned him as he handed him a glass of water.

Tom gulped down the water, hoping that it would calm his nerves but it only added to his stress. He’s spent years as an actor, memorizing lines and whole scripts by memory to recite in front of a large group of people and yet he was speechless in front of your own father.

“I-” he let out a deep breath, “It’s concerning Y/n,”

Your father crossed his arms, leaning back on the kitchen counter with a serious face, “Continue,”

“I’m going to ask her to marry me,”

It was silent after that. He watched as your father began to process his words, what scared him more was the unidentifiable look on his face.

Until he sighed, passing his hand over his face.

“I’ve meet a lot of people my daughter has decided to date, but your different,” he sighed, almost as if he didn't want to say those words, “But I’ve never seen her this happy in a while, and that’s all i ever want for my little girl,” he slapped a hand on his back, “And if it’s you that makes her happy, then go for it. I’d be proud to welcome you into our family,”

Tom glanced at you through the mirror, watching as you smiled brightly at your reflection. You caught him staring, blowing him a kiss and walking back into the bathroom, most likely to fix up the minor flaws you pointed out.

He palmed the box in his pocket, biting his lip as he took it out to look at the ring. He wanted to see that smile again, he wanted to see the same smile when he opened the box for you, the same smile when he slid the jewel on your finger, the same smile when you walked up the alter and the same smile for the rest of his fucking life.

“Are you ready?” you said, stepping out of the bathroom.

He could feel his heart stop as he took in every inch of you. You wore a beautiful sundress that complemented every part of your body, flowing gently at your legs paired with simple slippers that were easy to slide off your feet and a cute floppy hat on your head.

No matter how many times he sees you, he always felt like it was the first time all over again. He could never get over your beauty, your charm, just your overall presence that he had the privilege of getting to see up close.

After all these years he just couldn't believe that you were his.

“More than I could ever be,” he smiled, offering his arms for you to hold wrap your own around.

“Always the cliche, aren't you Holland?” you teased, smiling while you hooked your arm around his elbow, pulling yourself closer to his side.

“Only for you,” he kissed your forehead, walking towards the exit of your hotel room and opening the door, “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

…

You and Tom made your way down the shore, shoes in hand while the other held onto each other’s. Both of your stomachs were stuffed full with all the food you could fit, making you both a bit sluggish while you walked but neither of you cared. His mind was focussed on much more important things, like the beautiful scenery in front of him.

And it wasn't the sun setting in the distance rather the beautiful girl that led him in that direction.

“I still don’t know why you’re caught up on this,” he groaned.

“It was awful!” you laughed, swinging your locked hands back and forth,“Like, I knew you didn’t like cats but come on! You couldn’t make one exception for mine?”

“The thing pounced on me as soon as it saw me! Fucking hissing like an animal,”

“Because it is one!” you smacked his shoulder lightly, rolling your eyes when he yelped in false pain.

“Okay, fair point, but doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he grumbled

“Like him, and his name is Leo,”

“Shit name if you ask me...”

“Excuse me!”

“I’m kidding, i’m kidding,” he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the knuckles, “I’m sure I will grow to love...Leo,”

You sighed, “Him and Tess already get along so well, kind of like our own little family don't you think?”

Tom froze at your words but quickly caught himself, “Yeah, yeah our own little family. I’m sure Tess would appreciate the company,”

“Oh, so you’d give up your comfort for your dog but not for me,” you gave him a playful glare, “I see how it is,”

“To be fair, I did warn you that she’d always come first,”

“And I said the same with Leo, but you didn’t seem to like that!”

“I don’t like cats!”

“Your preference for dogs will be the downfall of this relationship.”

He could help but laugh out loud at your words, the both of your falling into a fit of giggles as you continued further down the sand. His eyes darted around the area, instantly recognising the bushes Harry showed him in a picture earlier.

He instantly clammed up.

But before he could suggest anything, you pulled at his arm, pointing at the shore line.

“I’m sorry why are we talking here when we could be playing in the water?” you let go of his hand when he wasn’t budging, spinning around and looking at him, “Come on! We didn’t come to a beach resort for nothing?”

He silently cursed at your words, turning to you with wide eyes that he was too terrified to hide.

“Well- uh, i mean, the water is probably really cold love, I don’t think we should be playing in it this time of night-”

“Oh come on Tommy,” you pleaded, tugging at his arm once again with a pout, “Please!”

He bit the inside of his lip. Oh how he hated that face

“Fine.” he grumbled, letting you drag him across the beach.

You dropped your shoes in the sand before running into the shallow waters with your dress rolled up as high as you could get it, supporting the clothes with one hand. The other dragged itself across the surface of the water, letting the cold touch send shocks up the warmness of your hand.

“Are you joining me?” you called out to him, turning around to face him.

He swore it wasn’t the moon in the sky or the lights along the beach that light up the atmosphere but your smile. Your bright, wide smile that showed of your teeth and stretched out your lips, illuminating all the stars in the night sky.

He knew it was cliche, but it was true.

“In a second darling,” he bent down to roll up his pants before running into the water with you, immediately splashing you purposely with his hand.

“Hey!” you gasped, splashing him back with the same force.

He was quick to block the splatter but his arms were useless. Your playful banter soon turned into a fight for who could make the other more wet, laughing and giggling when your attempts at making the other soaked only did the same for you in the process.

Tom grabbed you by the waist, pulling you to his chest grinning like a mad man. He took off your hat and placed it on his head, twisting his face to make you laugh even more.

“Give me back my hat Tommy,” you reached to take it back but he swiftly raised it in the air.

“You’re going to have to kiss me for it darling.”

You rolled your eyes, “Seriously?”

He only shrugged, puckering his lips, “Yep.”

Without hesitation you leaned up and pressed your lips against his, not even thinking to pull away when he gently laid it back on your head. It was slow, savoring the feelings, the movements, the taste.

Reluctantly, Tom had to pull away, noticing the orange and red hue reflecting in your eyes.

It was time.

“Y/n?” he whispered.

“Yeah Tommy?”

It was now or never.

“I need to tell you something, well ask you something- but tell you something before i ask you the something-”

“Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re rambling.”

“Right, sorry,” he let out a nervous chuckle before taking a deep breath to recoup himself, “I- I’m just really nervous,”

“There’s nothing to be worried about Tommy,” you placed a comforting hand on his cheek, “It’s just me,”

You were right, it was just you. He had nothing to worry about, because whatever words he said or how many times he stuttered or stumbled that was just him. You looked at him for that, the imperfections that made him perfect for you.

“Seven years ago I met you by spilling my drink all over you at a bar,” you both laughed at the memory, “It’s crazy to think that you actually still wanted to talk to me afterwards, fuck you even offered to buy me a new one... I- i didn't deserve your kindness that day but you gave it to me. You gave me something that day that I just couldn't let go… and I didn’t,”

He took a step back, but keeping your hands in his, “Two years after that I asked you out, before that prick Jared could-”

“-you really didn’t like him,” you giggled.

“Yeah, yeah I didn’t. I hated that he was the one that pushed me over, it should've been on my own terms, or whenever I gained the confidence but- I’m glad it happened. And I’m glad you accepted. Because I am now the happiest man on earth and these past five years with you have been the highlight of my life. Every date, every moment, every late night talking about absolutely nothing has made me fallen deeper and deeper in love with you and I’d be a fool to ever fucking let that go,”

Without another second waisted he let go one of your hands and took out the box from his pocket and kneeled down on his knee. The waves crashed against his leg, soaking his trousers but he didn't care, not in that moment anyways.

As he opened the box to reveal the ring, your hand shot up to your mouth. The tears that had been silently falling throughout his heartfelt speech turned into loud, choked sobs, falling heavy down the side of your face, mixing with the water that moved across your feet.

“I love you Y/n Y/l/n, nothing I've ever felt with anyone has matched up to what I've felt with you. The freedom to be myself, the intense happiness that burst from my chest with just the sight of you looking back at me. And right here, right now I’m kneeling here to ask you-” he let out a deep breath.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” you cried, nodding your head up and down vigorously, “yes, one hundred times yes,”

“May I?” he gestured to your hand, barely keeping himself together.

All you could muster was a small nod, shakily holding out your hand for him to slip on the ring. He did so delicately, his hands shaking but his smile couldn't be wider.

Once the ring was secure, you tackled him to the water letting it soak both of you, engulfing you in the freezing cold but neither of you could care, not in that moment. All that mattered was you. He felt like a fool to think that you would ever say no, that you wouldn't be as happy as he was kneeling down on his knee and muttering the words he’s been wanting to for so long.

When you pulled away to look him in the eyes, he took the opportunity to take your hand with the ring in his, kissing gem and intertwined his fingers with his. You pressed your forehead on his, his face hurting from how wide he was smiling.

“I love you, future Mrs. Holland, my future wife,”

“I love you too future husband,”

With that, you both sealed your love with a kiss under the night sky, lighting up the water with your ecstasy.

...

I tried to write from the reader’s pov for the proposal but i couldn't lmaoo I just felt more comfortable writing it from Tom’s

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oksana-moods · 3 years

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Ghost of you - Part 9

Summary: Ghost realizes that, no matter how hard she tries, she can't run away from her past. When Carol's presence do more harm than good, the only way to come clean is to take a dive. A/N: Thank you again for all the support, and to let you know that we reached the point where things start to change. Starting for the song theme. Now we’ll go with ‘Writings on the wall’ from Sam Smith. We’re halfway through, lovelies. Trigger Warnings: Violence, language (a bit too much, I believe), mentions of death… if you find others, let me know. Oh, sort of WandaVision spoiler. Angst. “I've spent a lifetime running, and I always get away”

With my hands involuntarily clutching the tag, I’m sitting at the roof watching the sun slowly but inexorably going down in the horizon. Once, I heard that this is what life feels like. We born just like the sun raises, we reach our greatest point then we start to set till night embraces us. Death, just like the sunset, is inevitable. I find myself agreeing with this metaphor.

It’s been a few months since our futile attempt to overturn Thanos’s snap. And now, each one of us went different ways to try to cope with this catastrophe.

Steve, Natasha and I were still living at the compound we had nowhere else to go so we’re pretending that we were taking care of things, that we’re moving on.

Tony and Pepper are about to get married and, honestly, I hope they find happiness. While Bruce went missing again, Thor went to New Asgard, he lost everything but still had a Realm to rule; Rhodey was working for the Government in a high position, or so I heard. Wakanda lost all the royal family but Okoye was holding on, as best as she could. Rocket and Nebula stayed a bit but returned to space with promises of visiting whenever they could.

Oddly, the logo ‘Avengers’ was scattered all over the universe. We were broken, but we would still protect whom needed protection.

And there is The Avenger, the original one. Carol barely touched the ground coming back from Garden and took-off claiming she needed to check on Skrulls. Not even three weeks later she was back, and that caught me off guard. I’ve never expected for her to return, not that quickly, at least.

She’s been trying to talk to me, but I dodged all of her attempts.

Until now.

“Hey, Mav.” I close my eyes when her voice reaches my ears. “The view from here is amazing.”

I was sitting at the edge of the roof and Carol was leaning with her elbows at the rampart.

“Yes. It is.” I answer. “What do you want, Carol?” We both know she’s not here for the view.

“To talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I got up from my seat, I’m standing in the roof starting to make my way to the door. I flinch away when her hand touches my metal arm. I shoot an outrageous look at her.

“Please.” Her eyes are so soft against my gaze that something inside me stirs. “You’ve been avoiding me. Natasha told me that you lost most part of your memories.” Her brows are so furrowed that is clear she’s upset. Why is she? I turn away from her, I’m looking at the horizon once more. Her gaze was too overwhelming, right now.

“What do you want to know?” I shove my hands inside my pockets. Damn, why am I so nervous? “Most of my memories are gone. The last four years is all I have without gaps. Wanda…” I close my eyes, still hurts to think about her. I think it always will. “She helped me to unbury whatever she could.” I saw Carol leaning at the rampart. She was trying to get closer, but I needed distance.

“I crashed after your crash.” She nodded, of course she knew this. “Whatever happened to you with the tesseract, spattered in me too. That’s why I haven’t changed, just like you.” I could feel my hands shaking inside my pockets, I was uneasy. Something about her was pulling me to the edge.

“But, what about…” She hesitated “What about your arm?” Why is she pretending to be concerned? She’s getting under my skin and I’m feeling cornered. So, I do what every cornered animal do. They attack.

“Will you fucking stop beating the bush? Ask me what you fucking want to ask.” Oh and so she did, she was exasperated with me acting like an idiot. What was she expecting?

“I came to earth around 2007. I went to Maria’s and she told me you were at war but never make it back. I… I saw your stone. I… I…” She ran a hand through her hair. “I thought you were dead.” Her voice was a whisper but that made something burst inside me. I grieved her, even when I knew she was alive. She chose to go away and wanna play the broken-hearted role?

“You and me both!” My voice was harsh and loud, but I wasn’t yelling yet. Yet. “What do you expect me to say, huh? That I am sorry someone lied to you? That I am sorry you were sad?” The setting sun illuminating her face, making her look gorgeous than ever, made me hate her even more. “Well, news flash for you, hon. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE! I still see you die every time I fucking close my eyes.” I yelled. I couldn’t take this anymore. “I SAW YOU DIE OVER AND OVER AND OVER.” Her eyes were glossy, there was something shining inside them that I couldn’t decipher. And, Fuck. It hurt so bad. They hurt me so bad. She hurt me.

“I… Lara, I am so, so sorry they did this to you” She whispered again. She didn’t want to fight, but all I know is fight. And I only stop when I see blood.

“When I was taken by Hydra, they made me watch you die, they made me watch you leaving." My voice was low and hard, this time. "So no, I can’t stand this. Hydra took everything from me. They beat me and oh, they hit me hard. They cut off every single piece of me, and they put me through hell. But you Carol, you broke me first.”

I turned in my heels and left the roof. Each step my feet tried to betray me, make me to look back, but I kept going til reach the door. I knew I was far too harsh, my words probably cut her, but if she was bleeding so was I.

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Days went by and I didn’t see Carol since that day in the roof. Steve told me she took a room for her at the compound, she’d be staying a bit longer. Of course she is. Like I didn’t have a lot to deal with already. Since there weren’t any assignments going on, all the workout in the world couldn’t help to ease my mind. Or heart.

I park my motorcycle at the parking lot and pick up the flowers from inside my jacket. I check it to see if they still look good. I shrug, they’re good enough.

I walked inside the Hospital and expertly made my way to my friend’s room. It pained me to know she was sick, but she was too strong to give in that easy to cancer. She was a fighter. She inspired me. If she could go on even with her decease and losing her child, so could I.

“Buying flowers became a struggle nowadays.” I said with a smile.

Her smile lit up the whole room. “Good thing you’re not going out on dates, then.” My laugh filed the room.

“Please Maria, you’re too old to be that sassy.”

“You’re just as old as I am. The difference is just that you still look good.”

“You still look good, Ma. I’d take you out on a date.” And it was true, she was around her sixties but still look beautiful. Few lines near the eyes, but only complimented her.

“Awn, you flatter me” She put a hand on her chest, faking innocence. “I don’t go out with women, hon. But I’d definitely accept the invitation, I’m craving real food, not whatever this hospital calls food.” Instantly, this blows the air out of my lungs and I’m forced to face reality. My friends are gone and soon, Maria will be gone too. Carol told me once that her biggest fear was to bury all her friends. Fuck. I understand what she meant now.

“Geez, Mav. It was only a joke. Next time, don’t bring me flowers unless you’re bringing fries too.”

I forced a smile at her.

After the whole ordeal with the ‘Accords’ I was arrested alongside Clint, Scott and Sam. Cap came and rescued us, but I went on the road since I was an outlaw too, so my visits to Maria and Monica stopped despite keeping in touch. I wouldn’t forgive myself for the time I lost.

“Carol came to visit me yesterday.” That’s the Maria I came to know, never holding back her words. “Apparently, you’ve been giving her a hard time.”

“Oh. Did she come to cry on your shoulder?” Every time Carol’s name was brought up, I felt my brain short-circuiting. I don’t know why, but I hated it.

“Naa. I was just gossiping around, I’m an old lady, after all.” She laughed lighting up the mood. “Does it feel better to yell, to be a bitch with her?”

“What?”

“C’mon, Mav. You changed a lot, but I can still see through you. You need to vent whatever is stuck in your chest; you need to put it out.” I was frowning at the floor. “That’s the only way both of you will move on.”

“I hate her, Maria. Seeing her makes me feel like my wounds are cutting open once again. I don’t see how we can move past this, how I can forgive her.”

“If that’s true,” She pointed at my chest, and I knew what she was going to say. “Why do you still wear her tag and yours together?” All of a sudden, the Tag was heavy in my chest. Tons and tons of unspoken words, feelings, and pain weighting too much.

“I… I don’t know. It kinda feels right.” God, I’m so confused. Is it possible to be friends with Carol Danvers again? Will I, one day, forget everything Hydra made me feel with those memories? I wonder if that hopeless feeling will ever go away. Because right now, all I can think of is that, at any moment, she’ll turn her back on me or she’ll die. It’s hard to look at someone expecting, waiting for the pain that usually comes with their face.

“I know it does.” And she changed her tone to her bossy one. “So, stop acting like you have a stick shoved inside your ass and talk to her. Promise me you will.”

“All right. I promise.” I answered, it was no use try to avoid this. Maria wouldn’t drop this.

“That’s better.” She had that look like she knew that I’d comply with her request.

“Doesn’t upset you? That she left and forgot about us?” I was looking out of the window, looking at the cars outside, people were, slowly, trying to find their bearings. Trying to figure out what should be normal now. They were trying. Should I try, too?

Maria’s voice made me look at her when she replied. “It used to hurt, yes. But I’m dying, Mav, I don’t have time or patience to fight anymore.”

After Maria scolded me enough for not talking to Carol, our conversation was lighter. She complained about the overprotective nurse, she complained that tv never had good things to watch, gossiped about other patients, and when I said my goodbyes, she made me promise to sneak some food for my next visit.

However, all the way home I kept overthinking these things I’ve been building up inside me. Something about Carol made me uneasy, like I’m exposed in a field filled with enemies, with nowhere to hide. And I don’t like it on bit. There’s something about her eyes, and I hate the intensity in them when she looks at me, it’s like they can pierce your soul, see what’s underneath… And I’m way too afraid of all the terrors that she might discover. I’m not Lara anymore, I’m not who she thinks I am, no. I’m someone else.

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“You stole my spot.” I said as I reached the roof. The woman who I was addressing to, turned her head to look at me.

She was wearing a simple jeans with a blue t-shirt and her hair was framing her flawless face, how this woman could be so beautiful even with so common clothes was beyond me.

She gave me a tide smile that never reached her eyes, they were somewhat tired.

“Oh. It wasn’t my intention; I’ll leave you to be.” Yes please, leave me alone. I thought to me myself, but then my conversation with Maria from last week came to my mind. Fuck. I hate making promises. She was preparing to leave when I spoke.

“There’s room enough for both of us, though.” I said with a shrug, pretending that I was okay with her company, pretending that I wasn’t uncomfortable with this proximity. Her head snapped at me, she looked at me like I had grown two heads.

“Okay.” Her voice was so soft that immediately put me on edge. I felt exposed again. What was happening with me?

We stayed there for a while with a heavy silence between us. The tension was so thick that I’m sure we couldn’t move, that’s probably why none of us left the roof yet. There was a sea of unspoken words and as much as I hated it, we couldn’t ignore this anymore. If she’s going to stay, we’ll have to dive into this. We’ll have to work together at some point, this wouldn’t be healthy during even the simplest mission.

“You know, I’ve been in a lot of places, but none of them had such a beautiful sunset.” Her voice startled me; I wasn’t expecting at all.

“Well, it does have something peaceful, doesn’t it?” She seemed to ponder what I just said.

“One may say that this might be a spell. That there are a lot of beautiful places out there, but nothing compares to home.”

“Is it?”

“What?” She looked at me, confusion written all over her face.

“Is Earth you home?” At this, she frowned.

“Look, I know what you’re implying. I… I don’t know how much you remember from… before.” She seemed nervous. “What do you recall?”

And that’s it. There’s no turning back now, I needed to dive into this sea and hopefully I’ll reach the other side alive.

I looked forward; eyes set at the setting sun. I couldn’t deal with this and look at her at the same time. My hands started to shake so I wriggle them together to stop them, somehow.

“I remember us.” I felt a pang in my chest. Shit. What is this? “I remember you were always going back and forth to Earth. I remember when you went for good, ‘we’re too good at goodbyes’, yeah?!”

She signed heavily. “While helping Talos, I realized that a lot of people needed help. I wanted to stay, but I just couldn’t ignore innocent people dying.”

“People were dying here too.” She was frustrated, she threw her arms around impatient, but I continued before she could speak. “I know, I know you wanted to bring peace to whoever you could. And Earth already had its saviors.”

“It’s not just like that, I…” She turned to fully look at me. “After I found out about your… death,” She struggled with the word, it fell heavily from her tongue. “I felt so helpless, so stupid for wasting away the time I could’ve had with you, I…” She was staring at me, eyes locked, and I felt myself being dragged inside. “I couldn’t forgive myself for loosing you for good.” She half whispered as if afraid of this becoming true. Like I could turn into a mirage, out of blue.

She was diving in the sea of what was left unsaid too, there’s no going back. “And when you died, part of me died too. Then Earth wasn’t home without you on it anymore, that’s why I never came back after. But then I received Fury’s emergency call, only to learn about Thanos… only to find out that you were alive this whole time.” Her eyes were glowing with such intensity, that my feet were glued to the ground. I felt a hand wrapping around mine. “I wanted to come back, back then. After I went through your door, I regretted at the very same instant, Lara.” Her voice was so soft when she spoke my name, it was like her tongue was made of velvet and it took the air out of my lungs. “After all, I wanted… I wanted so damn hard to be happy… with you. But I couldn’t find my way back, it didn’t seem right. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’d only do more damage than I already had. And I’m so, so sorry for hurting you.”

I was so entranced in her eyes while she was speaking that up until now, I hadn’t realized how close she was, or even that her hand was gripping my flesh hand. She’s so close that I could see the fading sunlight brightening her freckles. She was so, so close that my brain was at loss.

I didn’t know if the sun was illuminating her face or if it was the other way around, but such perfection made something inside me stir, I felt strange. I felt an urge to reached out and touch her face, like I needed to feel her skin under my touch just as much as I needed oxygen. “Why are you here now, Carol?” My voice was so soft that felt foreign, almost like a whisper. “My heart is at Earth.” She whispered back, like she was afraid of breaking this spell, this trance that was keeping both of us from moving away.

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Love Language

summary: love languages come in every shape and size. If there are only truly five, How do you and JJ express yours?

a/n: Not sure if I am thrilled with how his came out but I wanted to post anyway. I might write a part two about how JJ appreciates words of affirmation and physical touch too depending on how this one does.

If you ask any adult they’d say that 16-year-old’s have no idea what love is, and for the most part they’d be right. You weren’t naive, you didn’t expect to end up engaged, married, and living full kook with JJ, but every time he looked at you. Man, your heart skipped a beat and maybe just maybe you thought about how losing him would be like losing everything. You’d been together since the summer of 2019, one year together and yet the genuine ‘I love you’ statements were reserved for more intimate moments. Moments where only you, JJ, and the four walls in John B’s guest room could hear. Or hushed moments in the hammock watching the sunset for the who-knows-hundredth time. Sometimes the love pours into everyday moments, whether with words or with actions.

Acts of Service

The group was huddled in John B’s kitchen yet again.

“JJ don’t” Kie pleads. He only glances at her “I have a stomach of steel Kie don’t worry” JJ boasts proudly. Just as he finished putting together his sandwich, the front porch door opens. “Hey guys” You say carrying in a white plastic bag in your left hand. They all mumble out their course of hellos and you walk over to JJ. He begins to wrap his arms around your waist and lean in to kiss you, you lean back. A confused look spreads on his face and you look at the sandwich on the plate, “did you eat any of that?” You ask, disgusted? “Nah, but I’m about to” he says, removing his arms from your waist and going towards the sandwich.

“Don’t” you say seriously, taking his bicep in your hand. “I bought you something to eat”, you put the bag on the counter and slide it towards him. “Fuck I don’t deserve you” he says. Removing the layers of the food as fast as possible. You kiss his cheek and turn your attention back to the gang. “Why do I feel like I’m the only one who goes to school anymore?” you question sitting down on the couch. John B shrugs, Kie and Pope are engrossed in a conversation, and then JJ speaks up, “School is for losers” he says with his mouth stuffed. You give him a look from the couch that translates to ‘you wanna rethink that’. “...and pretty girls” he says after swallowing and grinning at you. “Nice save” Pope comments sarcastically. JJ just winks at him and decides to sit next to you.

Words of Affirmation & Physical Touch

The scholarship you had applied for was supposed to send out the finalist email beginning today. You nervously kept refreshing your email, although you were too far out in the marsh for it to get signal. You enjoyed spending time with the group on the boat but right now, getting that email was all you could think about.

“Babe, Beer?” JJ says walking up to you and offering you a fresh can.

You look up briefly before returning your attention to your phone screen “No thanks”. He picks up on your distressed tone quickly. I guess that’s what dating for a year will do to you. You could always tell when JJ needed you with just one look and he could always tell with your choice of words and the way you said them. “What’s up?” He sounds so concerned, you almost feel bad for coming to this outing. Everyone else is having fun but you’ve been sober and sitting down since you arrived. “I just- Remember that scholarship I told you I applied for? The one where I got really vulnerable for and poured out everything I had? Well they are sending out the results today and I haven’t gotten anything yet” you feel relieved to have finally told someone how stressed you were feeling. “They’d be stupid not to choose you Y/N” he says. “What if I didn’t even stand out? I don’t know if I’ll be able to afford any university without that scholarship J” you voice getting quieter towards the ends. “You already have a full ride to a university,” he says nonchalantly. You give him a questioning look before he grabs your hand and holds it against his chest. “The university of my heart” he says kissing your cheek. You pull your hand away, “ oh my god you dork I’m being serious” yet you can’t help and smile at his antics.

He reaches out and for a second you think he’ll pull you onto his lap or rest his hand dangerously close on your upper hand as he usually does. To your surprise he does either, instead he puts a hand on the knee and uses his thumb to rub comforting circles onto your thigh. You sigh peacefully and choose not to say anything. In this moment you feel as if every little circle motion his thumb makes is a secret language of its own. ‘I love you’ ‘you’re gonna get in’ ‘you’re amazing and crazy smart’ things he’d typically say to you out-loud. You choose to embrace the silence and revel in the secret language for as long as possible until you hear the familiar chime of your phone and break out of your trace to check it. “The application Status of Y/N L/N” reads the subject line, the opening line begins with congratulations and right then and there you know. You were chosen as finalist. “Holy shit I made the finalist list” you whisper to yourself but JJ hears. “You made it?” JJ says a bit louder. “Hey guys she made the finalist list” JJ calls out to the group The music. They all express delight for you and John B hands you a beer, “Cheers, I’ll drink to that” he says clicking his cab against everyone else’s. You feel JJ’s hand give a small squeeze to your hand before you turn to him, “I knew you could do it” he says, removing his hand from your knee and opting to place it on the back of your seat.

Quality Time & Gifts

Feeling the sand under your bare feet and the night breeze, you curl up closer to the warm body next to you. Keeping your eyes closed as you pay attention to your breathing and try to sync up with JJ’s.

“Considering you’re trying to jump onto me at any given moment, I’m surprised you haven’t tried anything” You say eyes still closed and adjusting your position against his chest. It’s moments like these that become rarer and rarer with all the chaos of John B possibly being put in foster care at any given moment, and in general always being around the gang. It wasn’t like you and JJ were a secret but you weren’t a fan of couples that made out in the hallways during passing-period, so PDA was kept minimal out of respect for pogue rules. “Pretty sure it's always you who wants to jump on me” he says and although your eyes are still closed, you can tell he’s smirking. You say nothing and let the conversation die there. No matter how terrible a day is, just being in JJ’s arms makes it better.

“Do you think we’re together by chance or Fate? You ask quietly. You wonder if JJ would have even pursed you had you been a kook or missed at the party the night you met . “Does it matter?” He asks, “I’m just wondering” you whisper back. The silence that washes over you two feels comfortable. Your thoughts run wild thinking about how JJ is really a whole person stubborn but with feelings and thoughts. Out of all the people that you could have come across that night, it was him and out of girls that consistently admire him, he was here with you. Will this last forever? And if not how would it end? What if-

“I love you” JJ says, kissing the top of your hair. “What for?” you happily accept the head kiss but still inquire why the random love confession. “I always love you, but you were thinking so hard I could hear your thoughts” He explains. He begins to shift to sit up and you pull away to give me the room to do so. You knew that you couldn’t stay out there all night long, it was cold and dark but you were willing to bear the environment if it meant more alone time with JJ. You wait for him to get up and extend an arm to pick you up. Instead, he sits up and begins to reach around his neck. He takes off his shark tooth necklace with ease and motions for you to sweep your hair to the side. You do as you're told and he slips the necklace on admiring how it looks against your skin. You reach up and grab at the necklace slowly as if it could break at any given moment. “JJ you don’t have to, it’s yours” you say not wanting to take one of the most important things away from him. “You’re mine too, I want you to have it” He says running a hand through his hair, leaving his hair messier but framing his face nicely. “Well I love it and I love you” grabbing onto either side of his face and bringing him in for a kiss. He easily lays you down against the sand and crawls on top and you know exactly where this might be going. You push his face away and look into his eyes, it's cold and dark but you stare into him like he holds the answer to every question in the universe. JJ goes in to kiss you again and you roll to the side. You love him but you aren’t risking ending up covered in sand and with hypothermia.

“Inside?” You question while lifting yourself up and dusting off the remaining sand.

“Fuck yeah” He responds, ready to go.

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johnsbleu · 3 years

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader chapter 94

warnings: none! hold my hand masterlist

The sand is soft on your feet as you walk down the beach, and you stop and pick up a seashell to look at in your hand as you sit down. Even though the sun is coming up and scorching on your face, you smile as you close your eyes and take it in for one last time. You get up and walk down to the water, watching the waves crash over your feet, then you cross your arms and look up at sun streaking the sky orange.

“Hey,” John calls out, and you look over your shoulder at him, “I was looking for you. This is the second time you got up early and came out here, freaks me out when you’re not in bed.”

You chuckle as you reach up to kiss him, then you lean back against his chest when he wraps his arm around your waist, “Sorry, I just wanted to watch the sun one last time.”

John holds you tight in his arms and buries his face in the crook of your neck, “It’s been a good week, peach.”

“It has been,” you tilt your head back and smile, “Thank you for this. I didn’t realize how much we needed this until we got here. We really needed some time away after those stressful two weeks.”

“Well, you deserved a honeymoon. We can’t get married and not have a honeymoon.” John chuckles as he lets go of you, then he sits down in the sand and reaches for your hand.

You sit down next to John and nod your head as you look back at the sunset. You take a deep breath and let out a small laugh when you look over at John, and he furrows his brow and grows curious.

“What?”

“We’re married now, so it’s okay for me to ask things I’ve always wanted to ask, right?” you ask as John nods. “Okay, so, when you were…working, did you have a saying or something?”

John laughs as he furrows his brow, “What?”

“Ya know, like ‘shaken not stirred’, or oh, how about like, ‘hasta la vista, baby’?” you say, putting on the worst Arnold Schwarzenegger accent imaginable. “You know, when you’d kill someone, did you have a catchphrase or something?”

A loud laugh rises from John’s chest as he shakes his head, then he looks up at you and continues laughing, “No, I did not have a catchphrase. Should I have had one?”

“Woulda been kinda cool.” you tease, then you look over at him and smile, “You’ve mentioned a man named Marcus only once since we’ve been together, and that was a very long time ago when we were on our second date.”

“Yeah…” John nods as he looks at you.

You shrug a little, holding his gaze, “Do you…do you ever wanna talk about him or anything?”

John rubs his right hand over your back as he smiles, then he looks out at the sun, “Not really, but not because I don’t want to tell you anything. I just…don’t really know where to start.”

“I get that,” you scoot closer to him and smile, “But you could start anywhere. I just like hearing you talk about your past because I feel like sometimes it makes you feel a little better. I know there’s still some part of you that worries I’m going to leave when I learn certain things, but I never would. I don’t know if you know it or not, but…I’m kinda obsessed with you, so I’m not going anywhere.”

“Kinda obsessed with you too.” he smiles, leaning over to kiss your forehead. He inhales deeply as he looks at you, then he rubs his thumb over your cheek, “I know he’d have loved you. He’d like how you put me in my place every now and again.”

You laugh quietly, nudging his stomach, “Gotta keep you in line, Mr. Wick.”

“He’d be happy to know I settled down again.” he says, nodding his head, “He told me that I’d find my way back to that life I had, and I did. It just got a little better when I found it the second time.”

“Me?”

John laughs as he nods, “Yes, of course you, sweetheart.”

The two of you look out at the sun rising as you listen to the waves crashing against the beach, and you lean over to rest your head on John’s shoulder. You close your eyes as he wraps his arm around your waist and rubs your back, and you smile when he kisses the top of your head.

“What do you think you’d be doing if we hadn’t met?” you ask, looking up at John, “Still working?”

“I don’t know,” John answers, then he looks over at you, “Maybe, but probably not very often. I am old.”

You laugh as you nudge his shoulder, “No, you’re not!”

John chuckles and gives you a wink before he looks back out at the ocean, “I don’t know what I’d be doing. Probably trying to just…live a normal life, but I’d be lonely; I wouldn’t have you.”

“I’d like to think you’d have met someone.” you shrug and inhale deeply, “Maybe someone around your age who you’d get along with. Maybe she’d have kids of her own from a previous marriage, but you wouldn’t mind. You’d like being with her since she’s around your age and you just get along. The two of you don’t get married because you’re still a little broken from losing Helen, and she’s cautious because of her previous marriage -- he fucked her over. The two of you are together for a few years before you ask if she’d like to move in with you, and she says yes. You’re happy and content, and so she is.”

“You…put a bit a thought into this.”

You laugh as you look up at him, “Nah, I just came up with it.”

John laughs as he shakes his head, “I don’t think I’d be with anyone at all. I didn’t really plan on being with anyone else. I went out on dates, but I wasn’t looking to settle down again. Not until I met you.”

A smile spreads across your face when John reaches for your hand and rubs his finger over your ring, then you look up at him and smile as he continues.

“I went out on dates to pacify Jimmy and to get him off my back, but it was never my intention to meet someone to spend my life with.” he says, shaking his head before he looks at you, “But when I walked outside and saw you that day, everything changed. I tried so hard to work up the courage to introduce myself to you at the bookshop, but fuck, you scared me.”

You laugh, “Me? You were scared of me? I can’t ever get over that.”

“You scared the absolute shit out of me because when I looked at you…” John laughs as he looks at you, “I felt something I hadn’t ever felt before.”

“Is that a good thing?”

John nods his head and smiles, “It’s a great thing. I just wanted to be the perfect man for you, the perfect husband and dad, and I just wanted to make you so happy.”

“You do make me happy.” you lean up to kiss him, lingering above his lips for a moment, “You’re an amazing husband, and you’ll be a great dad!”

“I wouldn’t have dated again if it weren’t for you, I truly believe that.” he whispers, and you smile as you look up at him as he gazes at you adoringly, “You’re the only one who I want, you’re the only one I could ever imagine being with.”

You tilt your head back and smile, “I’m glad that we met.”

“Me too,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you. “What about you? What would have happened to you if we hadn’t met?”

You hum as you look out at the ocean, then you inhale and shrug, “Well, I’d probably still be working at the bookshop, but if we hadn’t met, you wouldn’t have bought it and it would have closed. So, I’d probably have gotten a job in Oyster Bay somewhere. I guess I might have met someone, but I don’t think I’d be married at this point. To be honest, I wasn’t really ready to date either when we met, but…”

John smiles, “You felt the same as me when we met?”

“Yeah,” you furrow your brow and laugh when you realize, “Yeah, it was like I just looked at you and saw the man who was going to change my life. So, if we hadn’t met, I think I’d maybe be seeing someone, but I wouldn’t be happy. Not like I am now. Not like I am with you.”

“Jimmy and Tess wouldn’t have met either, and we wouldn’t have our cute nephew.” John says, and you nod. “Wanna know what I think you’d be doing if we hadn’t met?”

You laugh as you nod, “Of course. I mean, I offered up a whole life for you.”

“You’d still work at the shop because I would have taken over it either way, but you’d hate me because I’d schedule you to work all the time just so I could see you. You’d probably tell whoever you were seeing that you hated your boss and you wanted to quit, but I’d nearly beg you to stay.” he says, and you start to smile. “You’d be happy with someone, and he’d treat you good, but then something would change for you one night when I ask you to stay behind and help me restock the shelves.”

You gasp, leaning in for more, “What?”

John chuckles, “You’d look at me differently. You’d realize that you were in love with me.”

Scoffing loudly, you playfully shove John, then you pull him to sit back up, “So, you think that no matter what, we would have found our way to one another?”

“Absolutely.” John nods as he wraps his arm around you, “There’s no way I wasn’t meant to be yours.”

You hold John’s gaze for a moment as you tear up, then you laugh almost in embarrassment, “God, that was so sweet. I think I was always meant to be yours too.”

Holding you tight in his arms, John looks back out at the sun that’s slowly rising higher, then he leans down to kiss the top of your head when you scoot closer to him.

This past week has been absolutely amazing with John, and you’re pretty sad that it has to end. You wish you could stay longer, and the two of you even talked about staying an extra few days, but with so many holidays coming up, it’s best that you get home so the employees can take some time off.

You tilt your head back to look at John, then you lick your lips as he leans down to kiss you. You get up to sit between his legs, then you lean against him and watch the sunrise one last time.

Walking into your room, you put your suitcase on the bed and open it, then you head into the bathroom to make sure you get all of your toiletries. John is folding a pair of jeans when you come out of the bathroom, and he gives you a smile when you look at him.

“You’re quiet, peach.”

Letting out a small laugh, you nod your head, then you shrug, “Yeah, sorry, just thinking about stuff. Wondering how much food has gone bad in the past week at home. We’ll need to go grocery shopping. Also I was thinking about this the other night, our pool is heated, right?”

“Yeah,” John nods, still keeping his gaze down on his folding, “I’ve never used it in the fall and winter though. This was the first time I’ve used our pool. Why?”

“Well, I was thinking that maybe we should get a thingy…you know, one of those things that goes over the pool.” you wave your hand back and forth as you try to find the word, then you snap your fingers, “Like a hard pool covering. If we have a baby, we need to get a cover on that pool. They could fall in the pool and drown, or fall in and crack their head open if there’s no water in it.”

John looks up at you and widens his eyes, “Baby, I know you hate this, but calm down. Take a few steps back.”

“Sorry,” you close your eyes and sigh, “I’m spiraling.”

Walking over to you, John sits down on the bed and reaches for your hands, “What’s going on?”

“I’m just overthinking and getting in my head.” you say, then you shrug, “Our house is like one big massive deathtrap.”

John laughs as he pulls you between his legs, “It’s not, baby. We’ll get the baby gates all set up before the baby is here, and then we’ll make sure that we get those rubber caps for sharp table corners.”

“I don’t know why I’m worrying. I’m not pregnant.” you say, sitting down in John’s lap, “I’m still not pregnant.”

Cupping your face, John leans up to kiss you, “Well, it’s not like we didn’t try this past week.”

You chuckle as John tickles the crook of your neck with his beard, then you lean back to look at him, “Thanks for this past week, it’s been an absolute dream.”

“It’s been a great week.” John whispers, holding your gaze as he moves his hand up your thigh. He cocks his eyebrow up and smirks, “One last time while we’re here?”

You laugh as you get up and move your suitcase, then you lay down on your back, pulling John on top of you, “One last time.”

The flight back home hasn’t been too bad, and you’re just sitting in your seat trying to do a wordsearch while John takes a nap. He’s back in the bedroom, but you’re sitting in your seat and looking out the window as the clouds pass by. You should be home shortly, maybe another hour and a half, and you’re feeling a little sad about going home.

You sniffle quietly as you look out the window, then you look over your shoulder when you hear the bedroom door open. John rubs the sleep from his eyes as he shuffles out to you, and you quickly wipe away the tear on your cheek.

“Not so fast,” John says, immediately perking up and sitting down next to you, “Are you okay?”

“I am,” you nod as you look at him, and he reaches over to rub his thumb over your chin, “I’m just sad that we’re going home.”

John furrows his brow a little, “You weren’t sad a little bit ago, you were excited to go home and see everyone.”

Taking a deep breath, you look up at John and exhale, “I’m just worried about going home, and the honeymoon is over, so…”

Nodding his head, John shifts in his seat and leans his elbows on his knees, “You know how you always get upset with me when I say I don’t deserve you or good things?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “That’s because you say it all the time, and it makes me sad that you don’t see yourself like I see you.”

John cocks up his eyebrow as he looks at you, and you nod as he reaches over for your hand, “I know you’re worried about the honeymoon fading, but it’s not going to. I’m crazy about you, and that won’t change.

“I always get like this when we’re leaving from vacation. I know we’ve only been on two, but I was like this when we went home from Italy too. When you go on vacation, you spend a week in this…fantasy world. There’s nothing around to spoil it, no responsibilities, no one around to bother you. Just me and you. You kind of forget that the rest of the world exists. You just want to live in that, in your happy little bubble. But coming home, that can all change. Things get in the way, jobs become your main focus again…”

“Baby,” John grips your hand tighter and shakes his head, “I am so sorry that someone in your past made you feel like you weren’t good enough, like you’re going to be tossed aside after a few months, but I promise you that that will not happen with me.”

You nod tearfully as you look at him, “I know. Trust me, I know that, but sometimes I just…”

“Get in your head.” John nods, then he lets out a small laugh, “Can’t say I’m not the same way.”

Reaching over, you place your hand on John’s cheek and give him a soft smile, “I know you love me, and I’ve never felt more confident about something in my life. I just worry sometimes, and when I do, you’re always there to give me a pep talk.”

“Always.” John leans over to kiss you, then he looks down at your wedding ring, “And I’m happy to do it -- I really am. This past week has been so amazing with you, but I can’t wait to get home and love on you there.”

You laugh quietly as you blush, squirming a little under John’s gaze, “Love on me?”

“Yeah,” he nods, leaning over to kiss your cheek repeatedly while he hums loudly, “Lovin’ on you every day for the rest of my life.”

You wrap your arms around John’s neck and close your eyes, leaning your forehead against his, “Thanks for being my best friend, John.”

“Thanks for being mine.” he whispers, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

Even though you were sad to leave your honeymoon, you’re so excited to finally be able to sleep in your own bed again. You called Tess the moment you landed, and the two of you planned to have a girls night while John and Jimmy watched some game on TV that Jimmy has been looking forward to. Finn is with his grandparents for tonight, so Tess is a little more than happy to be able to be kid-free.

You’re just relaxing for now until you go over there, and you’re unpacking your bags so you can wash your clothes -- somehow you not only packed your clothes, but you apparently packed sand. You watch as sand falls out of the pocket of a pair of shorts, and you reach in to find a seashell tucked into it.

“Did you do this?” you ask, holding up the seashell when John comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

John furrows his brow as he walks closer, then he laughs, “Oh, yeah, I stuffed sand--”

You watch as John widens his eyes and grins, and you roll your eyes, “Oh, I’m well aware that you stuffed sand in my pockets.”

Moving back to your suitcase, you hum to yourself while John gets dressed, and you smile when he walks over to kiss you. Sighing a little, you sit down on the bed and hold up your swimsuit -- you really miss the beach already.

“What are you and Tess doing tonight?” he asks, walking off to the bathroom to brush his hair.

“Uh, she just wants to hear about our honeymoon, so we’ll probably just chat.” you shrug, looking up at John as he comes out brushing his teeth, “I’m sure she’ll tell me about the shop and what everyone was up to while we were gone.”

John nods, “Yeah, Jimmy and I are watching some game, I guess.”

“I miss Bleu. I can’t wait to see him in a bit.” you smile as John nods, “He’s gonna piss everywhere when he sees you.”

“I miss him,” John laughs, then he walks into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth, “Are you going to shower?”

You stop just as you grab your towel, and you hold it up when John comes out of the bathroom, “I was just about to hop in after throwing some laundry in.”

“I’ll do it for you.” John smiles, leaning down to kiss you, then he pats your ass as you laugh. “I think I’m gonna head over to Jimmy’s a little early. Maybe after I throw these clothes in.”

Tilting your head back, you smile at John, “You miss your baby, I get it. I’ll meet you over there after my shower.”

“See you in a bit.” he says softly, leaning down for another kiss, “Love you.”

You smile as you watch John walk out of the room with a bit of pep in his step since he’s gonna be seeing Bleu, then you laugh and turn around, “Love you!”

After being on vacation for the past week, you’ve kind of forgot how cold New York is. You planned on just wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but as soon as you step onto the front porch, you turn around and grab your sweater.

Mill Neck is always so beautiful in the fall since the trees have such a great variety of colors, and you gasp a little when you remember the annual apple festival should be soon.

You open the door to Tess’ house and smile, expecting them to be in the living room, but it’s empty. You take off your shoes and set them aside, then you head downstairs when you hear laughter. Once you turn the corner, Tess hops up and squeals as she runs over to hug you.

“Hi! Hi!” she hugs you tight and rocks you back and forth, “How are you? How was your trip? Oh, my god, did you get even more gorgeous while you were gone?”

You laugh as you put your hand out to slow Tess down, then you set the gift bag aside and hug her again, “Hi, I’m good. Our trip was amazing, and no, I don’t think I got any more ‘gorgeous’ while I was gone.”

“Disagree.” John says, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“John, on the other hand, look how tan he got.” you laugh as you poke his arm, “He’s got so many freckles from the sun.”

Tess pulls you to the couch and smiles, “Tell us about your trip. John hasn’t said anything this whole time because he knew you’d want to tell me.”

You sit down next to John and smile, “It was so good. Our little house was so cute and sweet. Our bed was positioned so that we could literally watch the sunset from our bed, but we didn’t -- we went out to the beach every night and watched it. The first day there was so good, we just hung out obviously.”

“The second day was rough.” John jokes, and you laugh as you nod. “This one was hungover like no one’s business. She shot up in bed and ran to the bathroom, so I followed behind her because I just knew. Got her back in bed, then…well, it was my turn.”

You laugh as you reach up and pat his cheek, “Poor thing. I’ve never seen John sick before. We just took turns throwing up all day. One after the other.”

“It was a good trip though, right?” Tess asks, and she cocks up her eyebrow a little.

John wrap his arms around you and hugs you tight, “It was a great trip.”

“We got you two some things!” you say, grabbing the gift bag and handing it to Tess.

You watch as Jimmy and her look through the bag, and he laughs and reaches over to high five John when he sees the bottle of Caribbean rum. Tess furrows her brow when she pulls out two bottles of hot sauce, then she looks up at you.

“Ooh! Turks and Caicos hot sauce.” you close your eyes and smile, “So good. John grilled some chicken for us one night, and we put some hot sauce on it. So fucking good. John had heartburn after, but it’s so good.”

Tess laughs as she looks at John, “Did she tell you to lay on your left side?”

“Yeah,” he nods, ruffling your hair, “Barely got the sentence out and she told me to lay on my side.”

“And it worked, didn’t it? Your heartburn went away.” you say, and John nods. “Exactly. Works every time.”

Tess holds up a little box and smiles when she pops it open to find a necklace with a little camera pendant on it, “Oh, my god. This is so cute. Thank you.”

“We wanted to get everyone something; there’s a cute little onesie in there for Finn too.” you say, then you look over at John as he gets off the couch. You lean up to kiss him before him and Jimmy head upstairs, and he leans down to kiss you again.

“I love you,” he whispers as he holds your gaze.

You nod, leaning up to kiss him again, “I love you too.”

Tess smiles when you look at her, then she looks at Jimmy, “Let us know when the pizza is here.”

“Will do, babe.”

You look over at Tess as the boys head upstairs, and you smile when she moves closer to sit next to you on the couch. She wraps her arms around you and hugs you tight, leaning her head against yours.

“I missed you so much, babe!”

“I missed you too.” you laugh, looking over at her, “We definitely have to go there sometime. Our house was pretty small, and it only had one bedroom, but there was another house right next door that was empty. The beach was so beautiful, and god, I just didn’t even want to come home.”

Tess smiles, “So, you two have a good honeymoon?”

“We did. We made a lot of memories. Our first day there,” you widen your eyes and smile, then you lean closer to whisper, “We had sex on the beach.”

“Shut up!” Tess squeals, then she leans closer for more details.

You laugh and shake your head, “I was surprised by how much I loved it -- not the sex, obviously, just the whole ‘on the beach’ part. I figured I’d hate it because sand would be everywhere, but it wasn’t. John and I drank way too much, both took way too many shots of tequila, but we laughed and danced the whole night in our house, then we both passed out.”

“What else did you two do?”

“Uh, well, day two sucked so we just laid in bed and watched TV. The next day we were both feeling better, so we decided to explore a bit. We grabbed some lunch at this beachside restaurant, but the only problem with going to an island is that they mostly serve seafood, but they did have plenty of chicken and pasta too. Oh, and everything is spicy, so John was in heaven. We went paddleboarding, which was…hilarious because John fell about ten times, and I was worried about sharks the whole time.”

Tess laughs loudly and looks at you, “Well, you’re home in one piece.”

“Yeah, no shark bites.” you laugh, then you inhale deeply, thinking about what else you and John did, “We went mini golfing one day, we went to this little island that was locally known as Iguana Island -- that was fun. Iguanas all over.”

“It sounds like you had a lot of fun.”

You nod as you look at her, “We did. We made so many good memories and had so many good laughs. I’m still bummed that it’s over. We just had so much fun there, and we were just in our little bubble.”

Tess nods, then she turns to face you more, “I won’t lie, I was worried about the honeymoon fading once Jimmy and I got home, but that didn’t happen at all. Whoever says that that’s a real thing is full of shit. Obviously it was different for Jimmy and I because when we got home, we were expecting a baby, but now you and John are going to be trying for a baby.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, then you let out a small laugh, “John already gave me a pep talk about it when he realized I was crying on the flight home. I know he’s crazy about me, and I’m just as crazy about him, but I still worry.”

“I get it.” she nods, then she smiles when you look up at her, “Do you think you got pregnant?”

You smile and shrug, “I have no idea, but we had sex every day, well except for the day we were sick. We’re seriously trying, so fingers crossed. I mean, John and I are already pretty sexual but now that we’re trying to have a baby, it’s…crazy.”

Tess laughs, “Well, trying is half the fun, right?”

“Pizza’s here!” Jimmy yells, and you and Tess both head upstairs.

Gasping loudly, you lean down and hug Bleu when he runs over to you, and he licks your face non-stop until John pulls him off of you. His tail is wagging so fast that his whole body is shaking, and he leans up to lick John’s face.

“He missed his mom.” John laughs, and you lean over to kiss Bleu’s snout again. You lean down to pet Sadie, then you walk over and sit next to John on the couch.

Taking a bite of your pizza, you sit back and listen while John tells Tess about how drunk you got on your second day, and you playfully roll your eyes when he looks at you.

“It was nice to see her so carefree and relaxed after those two weeks we had with my lab results. She was dancing around and laughing non-stop,” John laughs, nudging your chin, “It was very cute.”

“Okay, you’re one to talk.” you point at John as you look at Tess, “He gets so giggly when he’s drunk. Oh, and corny! Like ten times worse than he already is! He was so smiley and giggly, and we danced and laughed all night. We had a lot of fun. Made lots of memories.”

John takes a bite of his pizza and laughs, “I think it’s safe to say we won’t be drinking for a while though.”

“Oh, definitely not.” you shake your head and widen your eyes, “No drinks for me any time soon.”

Jimmy opens a bottle of hot sauce and sprinkles some onto his pizza, then he takes a big bite and nods his head, “So good.”

“I think we should all go back there sometime. Maybe a family vacation next summer or something. I mean, it’s always nice there, so I guess it doesn’t matter when we go.” you shrug, and Tess smiles.

Tess clears her throat a little and gestures to you and John, “You two probably fucked each other’s brains out, so think you made a baby, John?”

John nearly chokes on his pizza, and he pats his chest a little as he coughs, “I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“She’s Tess, what else would you expect?” you laugh as you look at her, “I don’t know, but we’re hopeful. If it doesn’t happen, we’ll just keep trying. No pressure on us. ”

“No pressure at all.” John smiles as he moves your hair away from your face, “We both know how much we want a baby, but we’re not going to get stressed out about it. It’s going to happen when it’s meant to.”

You smile as you look up at John, “Exactly.”

Taking a deep breath, John looks over at you and cocks up his eyebrow, almost like he knows something you don’t know. He starts to smirk when you scrunch your eyebrows and look at him, then he lets out a small laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing.” John laughs, taking a bite of his pizza, “You just promised me something when we got home, and tonight is the perfect night for it.”

You look over at Tess and scrunch your eyebrows more, trying to remember what you promised him, then you look back at John and laugh, “Sex?”

“Nope.” John shakes his head and smiles. “It’s something all of us can do. Actually Jimmy’s wanted to do it for a long time.”

Jimmy perks up a little and smiles, “Wait a minute…”

Looking over at John, you shake your head as you laugh, “Whatever promises I made while I was drunk do not count.”

“I knew you’d say that, which is why I made you sign a piece of paper.” he laughs, taking out his wallet to show you. He unfolds a blue piece of paper and holds it up to read, “I, Y/N Wick, promise to let my husband, John Wick, take me out driving.”

“Oh, shut up!” you grab the paper and laugh loudly when you see your signature in black pen.

John smiles when you look at him, “Your cute little signature right there. You promised, baby.”

Groaning loudly, you jokingly slap the piece of paper on John’s chest and sigh, “Fine! Fine, we’ll go.”

“This is gonna be fucking awesome.” Jimmy laughs, and you playfully glare at John as he smiles.

Even though you trust John more than literally anyone in this world, you’re beyond nervous to actually go driving with him. Of course you won’t be driving, but you’re still so fucking nervous. John is an amazing driver, and he always makes sure to keep it at a good speed when you’re in the car with him, but you have to admit that you’re a little scared.

John looks over at you and smiles as he reaches for your hand, squeezing it a little as he pulls into the airport parking lot. The sun is beginning to go down, so you’re sure you won’t be here too long. Thankfully.

“Can I just watch a few times first?” you ask, and John nods his head and smiles. You lean over to kiss John’s cheek, then you get out of the car and stand back a little, and you smile when Tess gets out too.

“I’ll stay with you.”

You give John a small wave as he drives away, then you bite your lip nervously as he revs his engine and quickly speeds away. Exhaling quietly, you look over at Tess to see her with a huge smile on her face as she watches John whip his car in every direction, and you look over and laugh when Jimmy yells loudly.

“I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be.” Tess laughs, then she gestures to John’s car, “He’s a good driver, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

You nod as you take a deep breath, “I know, and I trust John. It’s not that I don’t trust him, it’s that you can lose control at any given moment that scares me.”

John pulls up in front of you and smiles, “Ready, baby?”

“Maybe you should go one more time.” you say, gesturing for Tess to get it.

“Oh, sure, let him kill me first, right?” Tess jokes, then she reaches out and nudges your shoulder when you look at her in horror, “I’ll be fine!”

John smiles as Tess gets in the backseat, then he looks over at you and reaches out for your hand, “She’ll be fine.”

You give John a smile as he begins to drive away, and you keep your eyes laser focused on his car as he swerves and spins around the lot. You smile when you hear Tess and Jimmy both laughing loudly, and you almost feel a little excitement to try it out yourself.

John’s tires skid across the cement as he swerves around an orange cone, and he revs his engine and speeds down to the edge of the lot where he quickly pulls a 360 and turns around. He playfully taps the horn as he drives back over to you, and you shake your head and laugh when he smiles at you.

Pulling up in front of you, John smiles and looks over at Tess as she moves her hair away from her face and laughs loudly, then he looks at you and raises his eyebrows.

“Ready now?”

“I think so.” you say quietly as you pick at your nails nervously.

John opens his car door and moves the seat so you can get in the back with Tess, then he looks at you as you walk closer to him. He places his hands on your waist and smiles tenderly at you before rubbing his thumb over your cheek and leaning down to kiss you.

“You’ll be fine, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you.” he whispers as you lean your head against his chest, then he rubs your back and watches as you get in the car. He gets back in and looks at you in the rearview mirror and smiles, “You’re gonna love this. I’ll take it slow.”

You feel Tess reach over for your hand as she smiles, and you look up at John through the rearview mirror to watch his face. The moment something goes wrong, you’ll know since you can read John’s face pretty well. He furrows his brow a little as he steps harder on the gas, and you immediately bury your face in your hands as Jimmy and Tess scream loudly with laughter.

“Hell yeah!” Jimmy screams when John goes a 360, and you hear John laugh.

The air smells of burnt rubber as John peels through the lot, and it jerks you around the backseat even though you’re wearing a seatbelt. You realize that you’re starting to laugh so you sit up a little and look at Tess as she laughs and smiles at you.

John finally stops the car and sits up to check on you, “You good?”

“I’m so fucking dizzy.” you laugh, and you smile when John reaches back for your hand. “But I won’t lie, it was a little fun.”

“Do another 360, man.” Jimmy says, and John looks at you in the rearview mirror for permission.

You look down to make sure your seatbelt is still on, then you laugh as you look up at John again, “Let’s go.”

#john wick imagine #john wick x you #john wick x reader #fic: hold my hand #i hope yall like this!!!#i gotta run and do about 9398490 other things but yeah i hope u all enjoy!!!#also i think if i was reader i'd have puked in the car with john but she's built different fjdsklf;sj

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50 Follower Milestone “Thank you” Prompt list because I don’t check the number of followers enough!

Holy Fuck, guys! Thank you so much! I’m so sorry for not posting anything in godknows how long so here it is! My biggest list to date! My wlw brain kinda jumped out for some, but please feel free to change up the pronouns to male or gn!

*Fluff/Angst Prompt List*

“Hey, if you need to get out of here, just squeeze my hand 3 times, ok?”

“Would you still love me if the world was just made up in my mind?”

“Fuck you! That’s my partner and they are the love of my life regardless of whatever image you’ve projected onto me!.”

“My love for you burns like a thousands suns and...you know what? This poetic shit isn’t my style. Wanna go grab a coffee?”

“Babe, I love you so much, but you didn’t have to buy me 100 of my favorite flowers.”

“And everyone thinks my favorite flowers are the same as my grandma’s, but it isn’t. I just said that so my grandma can have twice the amount of flowers.”

“Listen, when you meet my parents, do not finish your plate or they will fill it back up and feed you to death.”

*buys and peels like 7 crates of fruit because my pregnant wife craved fruit at 3 am*

“Here’s the kitchen, the living room, our bedroom, and my office where I write my little morning poems to my wife.”

“This is the 7th time you’ve asked for a cuddle, and it isn’t even noon yet.”

“My son thinks I’m into this niche interest like him, but I haven’t a clue what anything is and just like spending time with him. Off-topic, do you watch this show called Naruto?”

“When my kids have a bad day, I pack an extra fruit snack in their lunch.”

“I’ve been using a food service to deliver cooked meals to my elderly neighbor who’s widowed. She thinks it’s one of her kids, but it’s been me all along.”

“My grandpa called me over to his house to give me his 4 giant change jars that he’s been collecting for my college fund.”

“Kiss me again. I need to know this is real.”

“We can’t be sure if the curse is broken so kiss me like until midnight.”

“Your eyes are so beautiful.”

“This was a great idea. Let’s get married again in our next life.”

“Look at the lotuses. See how they persevere despite starting their life under the water? That is us right now, and, one day, we will see the light like the lotus flower together as we are meant to, my love.”

“Shut up, and hug me already.”

*in a drunken stupor* “Don’t ask me to spend the night or I might stay forever.”

“I wanna grow old with you. I wanna watch a thousands sunsets with you.”

“Just as you breath life into your work, you breathed life to my mundane and ordinary life.”

“My love, let’s run away together. We can make a new start with just us, and no one can keep us apart.”

“Sometimes all you can do is your best, and that’s ok.”

“Just give me your hands! How could you forget to bring mittens?”

“Here just,” *pulls s/o into their jacket, “Better?”

*wakes up from a fever dream to find s/o sleeping next to the bed with a tray of medicine and juice*

“Heaven is doing all it can to keep us apart, but I promise to come back to you.”

“He told me he would come back as the first blossoms of spring.”

“Are you running a fever?” *pulls their forehead to touch theirs*

*holding their hands* “Don’t get the wrong idea! I don’t want you to get lost.”

“It’s ok to want to be loved, my dear.”

“Every face, every identity, every life you’ve had, my love, I have always found you.”

“I love you. I love you more than there are stars in the sky so please don’t forget me.”

“I will always come home. Have I ever lied to you?”

“If you hold the calligraphy brush like this,” *holds the brush and their hand* “You have more control over your strokes.”

*tucks their hair behind their ears* “Why do you hide this beauty?”

“It’ll be faster if I carry you.”

“These calloused and rough hands do so much to ensure my happiness, and that is why they are also the most beautiful hands in the world.”

“Rest now, love, for I will take care of the rest.”

“I don’t know why I love you so much. I just know you make me feel safe.”

“There is something about you. I just can’t stop thinking about you, and it’s driving me crazy.”

“Thank you for being the only one to listen to me. Like truly listen to me.”

“I feel like I’ve known you forever. Is that crazy?”

“What are you doing to me? When I see you, my heart skips over a beat, and when you speak, that’s all I hear.”

“Human emotion is a heavy burden, but it isn’t one you need to carry alone, love”

“And when you inevitably leave me, will you still love me?”

“One day, when the earth reclaims my body, search for me in the sky and in the stars for I will always watch over you.”

“Waking up to see you sleeping next to me is the greatest ‘I love you’ I will ever receive.”

#writing prompts #writers #prompt list #angst prompt #fluff prompts #fluffy angst?#angsty fluff?#for my fellow writers #some are borderline crack but deal with it #I immediately cried after writing up 6 #mikey writes

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mae-gi-writes · 4 years

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Behind The Crown (Part One) | Kevin Moon Imagine (The Boyz)

Prince Kevin Moon x Second-In-Command Reader. A Royal Kingdom AU.

Genre: fluff, royal kingdom au, angst

Words: 3K

I love Prince Kevin and I’ve received so much good feedback on Royal Kingdom AUs so I’m planning to make more of them! Enjoy xx

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There is nothing more poetic than a dark night sky dotted with stars twinkling like diamonds to accompany a romantic evening. Unfortunately for Kevin, there isn't much room for romance in his life anymore. Last night had been a flurried exchange of written contracts and verbal agreements between the two kingdoms that reign over the land of Meridia, a promise that their heir would be betrothed to the prince of Meridia to bring the two royal families together as one.

Kevin isn't a stranger to the concept of arranged marriages, he'd been preparing for this his entire life, having been brought up in a household where royal blood and family pride is placed above romance and fluttering feelings of the heart.

The more the date approaches though, the more restless he feels. Something in his heart tugs at him in a manner that feels heavy despite the obvious happiness glimmering on his mother's face, as though all the unresolved loose ends of the world now make perfect sense and work together in harmony.

His eyes roam over the city lights glimmering in the distance, notice the soft glow of the lanterns surrounding the castle walls that seem amber in the dim light of the night. Vines twirl around each and every tower, blooming with the most beautiful array of hibiscus flowers, well-trimmed and maintained by the royal family's gardeners, most probably, and as he feels the wind brush through his raven locks, Kevin closes his eyes and breathes in the soft scent of summer salt carried over from the waves underneath the cliff on which his royal palace stands.

"Your highness."

He doesn't need to glance back to know that it's one of his personal guards, bowing at service. A soft smile creeps over his face, "back already?" He asks in a soft murmur.

The royal guard goes to stand beside him, "I should be asking you that."

"You know why I'm back so early."

"Too much royalty for you to bear?"

Kevin catches a glance of Y/N's features, softened by the shadows cast from the lights behind her, "indeed."

"Did you meet your betrothed?" She crosses her arms over her chest and looks out at the view.

Kevin's fingers bunch over his shirt sleeves unconsciously, "I did."

"Bet she's your type, isn't she?"

"Not funny, Y/N."

"Sorry," she holds her hands up, a playful grin on her face, "ah come on, Kev. It can't be that bad. You knew you had it coming."

"I know, I just wish I didn't have to. This is exactly why I'd rather be born a stable boy sometimes."

"If you were a stable boy, marriage would not have been on your mind."

"And that's exactly what I want."

Y/N nudges him on the shoulder, "wanna go to the cliffs?" She suggests with a wriggle of her brows and for a minute, Kevin contemplates the temptation in his mind.

But then, realizing that he should probably start acting like royalty if he wants to be up to the task, he lets out a sigh instead before hanging his head.

"I can't," he murmurs, "I can't do those things anymore, Y/N. You know that."

"Ah well, I'll just have to find another partner in crime," she tuts playfully, causing him to scowl, "oh no, you're not!"

"You're the one who's bailing."

"I don't have a choice!"

"Whatever floats your boat, your majesty."

Despite the current situation, Kevin can't help but let out a choked laugh. Trust Y/N to make him feel better even in the shittest situations. It had been the first female guard that he'd hired as part of his personal protection squad, much to the protests of his family. To that, he'd stated that women should have just as much right to fight equally in the battlefield lest they wanted to, and Y/N had been grateful that his beliefs seemed to include equality for women. But at that point, his parents had no say in the people that served him and thus had kept shut about it.

The first few weeks in the Meridia Kingdom had unsettled her, for Kevin isn't the most princely of princes. With his easy going manner and his clumsy attitude, he gets himself into more trouble than the normal regular person. It took her some time to adjust herself to the casual way in which he addressed her, taking her more like a friend than an actual servant and in a way, it had brought them closer. Gone was the Kevin that was heir to the throne. Instead, she gets a taste of his lame jokes and his annoying sass, gets to know the softest parts of his heart through vulnerable conversations and the way in which he has so much space and understanding for others, it's surprising he has some left for himself.

So in the moments where the prince himself feels the weight of his responsibility settle over his shoulders --just like right now -- then Y/N makes it a must to distract him, if only for a little while.

"Hey Y/N," Kevin's murmur almost washes away when another wind picks up. Fortunately, she hears him.

"Hm?" She looks over.

He pauses for a moment, taking in the way the moonlight cascades over her face with a softness that renders her so endearing, so youthful, unlike her usual sharp eyes and the tense clench of her jaw. Standing here right at this moment, she looks like she is years younger than she actually is, and something in his heart twists with yearning.

"You're still going to be my guard right?" Kevin asks softly, saying the words carefully, "even after I get married?"

His heart clenches at her sad smile, "well, I guess that depends on your beloved, your highness."

"She doesn't have a say in the people that serve me."

"She will, if she knows that your personal guard is a woman. A woman close to you, no less."

He doesn't tell her that she is right. But even as the wind howls and her figure climbs down the wall, disappearing from the tower, he comes to the realization that what she says is nothing but the truth.

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The next days to come are filled to the brim with meetings between the council members of Meridia, dinners and brunches of all kinds with extended family that come from afar to bestow upon the new couple good fortune and a long, happy, fulfilled life. With every day that passes, Kevin's smile gets a little more strained, a little tighter around the edges, his eyes dimming with every second closer to the fact that he will be married in a month's time.

"I'm so fed up of royal lunches and dinners and just about any type of food they can offer me at this point," Kevin can't help but moan as he and Y/N trail along the beach to catch the remaining beams of the sunset, one of the rare occasions where his presence at the castle is not mandatory.

His sandals are forgotten, dangling from his fingers, while Y/N is practically barefoot. Her pant sleeves are rolled up to catch the fresh waves as they lull to the shore.

"You do seem to be getting a little chubby," she lets out a remark, which instantly causes Kevin to look at her with alarm.

"You're kidding."

"Is that--a hint of a tummy I see?" She pokes at his side on cue and the young man bats her away, making her chuckle as she falls into step beside him.

"Did you have a nice chat with princess Delia?" Y/N asks as she kicks at the water with her feet, toes wriggling through the sand.

Kevin shrugs in response, "she's alright, I guess. At least we have things in common, like drawing and music."

"And yet you were badmouthing her."

"You're supposed to be on my side."

"I always am, your highness."

Kevin makes a grab for her elbow so that she looks up at him questioningly, "it's Kevin, to you," his eyes flash with emotion, "none of that Highness bullshit."

"Okay," Y/N's eyebrow is quirked up in amusement, before adding, "your highness."

He scowls in response and she laughs, "okay okay, Kevin."

They walk along the beach for a little longer, watching the sunlight dance across the aquamarine waves lapping up at the sand's edge, glimmering silver whenever its reflection bounces off its surface.

"There's a royal ball tomorrow night," he speaks up amidst the comfortable silence, "Will you come?"

"I always do."

"Not as a guard."

That stops her in her tracks, "I can't do that, your highness."

"Why not?"

His eyes are scorching hers, intent on making her cave when they push against her own mahogany orbs, "I'm your guard, Kevin. Not your--not a maiden. Far from it."

"I'll talk to Mother about it," Kevin urges, quickly swivelling before her so that she has no other choice than to look up at him, at his beautifully refined princely features and the finely shaped lips that he's inherited from the King himself. His orbs, glowing a burnt shade of amber in the descending sun, causes her heart to skip a beat despite her attempts to keep her cool.

"Please, Y/N. It's one of the last days where I'll be free to do as I wish. My last days as prince of Meridia."

She hates how authentically charming he is, how he can easily convince her to bend at his will. He knows his strengths and he plays that to his advantage.

So she has no other choice but to bite down her protests and nod while pushing aside that weird squeezing feeling she has in her chest, the warmth trickling inside her heart at the thought that he might see her as just a little more than a mere guard. He is her prince, after all, and orders are orders.

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Y/N tugs down uneasily at her dress, palms accumulating sweat even though she has been constantly reminding herself that she has been on suicide missions much more life theatening than a mere ball.

What can possibly go wrong? She tries making herself feel better as she gazes at her reflection, nothing right?

"You look beautiful, Y/N."

Glancing back at one of her comrades sitting at the foot of her bed, she lets out a snort, "you could've sounded a little more convincing, Hyunjae."

"I mean it!" Hyunjae argues, "you...you look pretty, Y/N. Have a little faith in yourself."

How can she? She trails her eyes down towards the midnight blue gown she has donned for the occasion -- an older model dated from years ago that she had managed to salvage from the seamstress at the last minute -- with its wide neckline and off-the-shoulder sleeves. The dress clings to her like second skin, before fanning out at the waist in a midnight trail of stars shimmering every time she moves. If one doesn't look too close, the dress looks acceptable. Simple, but acceptable in comparison to the gorgeous ensembles that she'll be compared to at the ball.

Hands clamp down on her shoulders before Hyunjae'a face pops up next to hers. He gives her a reassuring squeeze, "you'll be fine, Y/N. If you managed to slay hundreds od soldiers, you'll survive a ball. I promise."

"Thanks," she bites down onto her lower lip and watches him tease her hair that she hss let loose for the occasion.

"I think I like you better with your hair down, you look more--" he pauses for dramatic effect, "soft. Like a girl. Know what I mean?"

She throws him a punch on his shoulder and he yelps, releasing his hold, "that hurts."

"Sorry, must be the nerves," she flashes a fake smile, before sobering up, "anyway, wish me luck."

"Go get them, girl."

The room is already filled with guests by the time Y/N makes her way over, entering through the side door as The Queen has suggested with a haughty huff --in order to avoid any kind of misunderstandings --and while she isn't really the type to think the worst of people, she is beginning to think that the Queen might have a thorough dislike for her presence.

Trying to blend in with the crowd, Y/N impulsively grabs a glass of wine and settles at the corner of the room, content to watch and analyze people like she usually does. It's part of her job description, after all. The ballroom looks stunning in veils of white and champagne-colored drapes adorning each passing victorian column, long tables with matching white tablecloths lining one side of the wall and peppered in golden flecks. Chandeliers have been wiped clean this morning and are gleaming, twinkling whenever they catch the light beaming down like a golden halo around the room.

"And who might you be?"

The unfamiliar alto causes her to jump slightly, and she turns to see a handsome man dressed up to the nines, in a deep emerald tuxedo and with hooded eyes, a sharply defined nose, and pushed back midnight hair.

"I--uh, I'm no one," she is quick to stutter out, almost backing away on impulse.

"Please," he murmurs, "I mean no harm. I just want to talk."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don"t think I'd be of much interest to you," Y/N stammers out, panic slowly rising through her, "I--I am really nobody at all and--"

"Would you care to join me for a dance?"

"I--I'm sorry, I don't--" stumbling back into a chest, a yelp dies at the back of her throat when a hand slips around her waist.

"Pardon me, Prince Younghoon. She's with me."

Kevin. Her heart makes a leap of ecstasy. He's close, so close she can smell his scent, can feel his warmth from his hand to the small of her back and it takes everything in her not to combust into a small flame.

"Oh," Prince Younghoon's eyes widened. He steps away and bows, "my apologies, your highness. I was not aware."

Y/N waits until the said suitor is out of earshot before she twists out of Kevin's embrace, "what do you think you're doing?" She hisses.

"I saved you," he replies with a raised brow, "you do not want to mess with the likes of Prince Younghoon. He's got wandering hands."

"And you don't?"

His cheeks flame up, "of course I don’t"

"Prince Kevin!"

A beautiful, fair-skinned woman suddenly appears with a hand placed on Kevin's arm, a suggestive action perhaps. Her face, petite and just as refined as his, boasts of an air of royalty without having to introduce herself.

"Delia," Kevin offers her a wan smile that she returns and the brilliance almost blinds the female soldier, "this is Y/N, she's my special guest for tonight."

"Ah, yes. I remember you mentioning her," Delia smiles before casting her a once over. Y/N tries not to shrink back upon impulse, "would you mind if I steak Kevin away for a few minutes? Mother would like to talk to him about the wedding preparations."

Y/N shakes her head and watches as he is tugged away despite the uncertain look he sends her, before quickly pasting herself against one side of the ballroom, content to watch and admire from afar.

These people, she realizes, aren't from her world. It's like she's looking at them through a thick fogged-up glass, perfect figurines made out of perfect molds. She, in comparison, feels so awkward, like an ugly duckling in a crowd of glamorous swans.

The evening passes by uneventfully and slowly for Y/N, whose eyes can't help but linger over Kevin and Delia's figures as they glide over the dance floor. Her heart scrunches in protest every time he'd smile down at the princess, burning heat crawling through the back of her throat and choking her with its intensity.

Why is he looking at her like that? She asks herself sullenly, why does he look like he's having such a great time when he kept telling her that he wasn't interested in marrying her?

Y/N knows all too well what that familiar prickle is, but it's not like she can do anything about her jealousy. He's royalty and no matter what kind of feelings she might be catching for his majesty are invalid, should be thrown out of the window instantly. It is only going to result in heartbreak, in tears.

And yet, she can't help it if her heart seeks his own. Despite her constant reminders that he is way out of her league, this tiny voice pushes at her insistently like a bratty child.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She jumps, swearing profanely under her breath, only to realize that it's none other than the man she holds dear to her heart himself.

"You seemed to be thinking hard about stuff," Kevin jokes while nudging her shoulder, "what's up? Why do you have that look on your face?"

"What look?"

"Like something displeases you."

Shit, she thinks to herself, before quickly brushing it off, “it's nothing."

Kevin shoots her a pointed look. But when it's clear she isn't about to divulge any of her personal thoughts, extends his arm, "care for a dance?"

"I don't dance."

"You will now," and before she can refuse, he has grabbed onto her arm and pulled her to the middle of the dance floor, one hand pressed to her waist, the other clasping her hand in his.

"Just follow me," Kevin's murmur brushes against her ear. Close, and warm. Suddenly, the ground seems all too unstable and her grip unconsciously tightens on his, all too aware of the multitude of eyes boring into her back as they spin in harmony with the other couples.

"So, I noticed you and Delia are getting along well," she says, voice light so that he won't detect the slight wavering intonation that she wants to imply.

But Kevin is quick to catch on, raising a quizzical eyebrow, "we are," he replies slowly, as if measuring his words, "we don't have any choice, after all. She's going to be my wife."

That hurts her a little more than she'd like to admit.

“That’s--wonderful,” she croaks out, except that it’s not really what’s lingering at the tip of her tongue.

She can feel the heat of his stare, adamantly focusing her eyes on his chest to avoid any type of confrontation. Y/N isn’t sure whether her heart can take it.

“Is it really?” he murmurs.

Y/N eyes glance up, quickly flit back down, “I mean--yeah, it is. She’s your bride-to-be, the one you’ll be spending the rest of your life with.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

Frowning, she looks back up at his face, “of course I--of course I’m okay with that,” she lies through her teeth.

Something shifts in his eyes then, something she can’t quite figure out. But it’s gone as soon as soon as she blinks, leaving her to ponder upon whether she has imagined the whole thing. He doesn’t mention it again throughout the evening, though she can tell that something has urged his mind to be preoccupied since his responses come out soft and barely attentive, like there’s something else preoccupying the front of his mind.

But it’s not until later that night that she understands why.

After their guests have left and his parents have retreated to their quarters, Kevin pulls her outside into the King’s Courtyard, a small garden adorned with exotic flowers of all kinds, and most primarily, an ode to the hibiscus flowers tilted up to gaze at the moon, blossoming in full glory.

“You could have at least let me change before dragging me out here,” Y/N says while tugging her skirts away where it had just gotten tangled in a rosebush. When she is met with nothing but silence, she spares a glance at the Prince only to see his face tilted up, eyes closed, basking in the light of the moon, and softens.

Kevin, as long as she’d known him, had always found solace in nature. Most interestingly, the moon. It calms him down to know that there is a bigger universe far more important than his problems, he states every time she questions him about it.

“Your highness?” she prompts in a soft murmur.

That catches his attention, causes his eyes to find hers. He sighs heavily, “don’t call me that.”

“It’s just for the formalities, no need to be so stingy.”

“I’m not, I just--” there is an evident struggle on his face as he tries to find the words. He bites at the corner of his lips, before looking away with another exhale.

“Kev?” she moves closer, close enough that if she reaches out, she can touch his arm, “what is it?”

It takes a moment for him to find the words. But when he speaks next, his voice is laced with a mixture of pain and emotion, a fragility that causes her own chest to swell in concern.

“Do you think I’m doing the right thing? By marrying Delia, I mean?”

She cocks her head to the side, “I don’t know. Would you call that a choice if there’s no other option available?”

A pause. Then, in a small voice, “sometimes, I wish I could just run away.”

She blinks at him, unsure. Is this the part where she encourages him? Or not?

She decides to stay quiet.

“I--” his chest swells when he breathes in shakily, “--I don’t-- I don’t want to get married, Y/N.”

Another bout of silence ensues and Y/N shifts uneasily from one foot to another.

“Then don’t,” her mouth lashes out before she manages to control herself, which rewards her with Kevin’s shocked face as he faces her with wide eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“If you want me to be.”

“Be serious, Y/N.”

“I am.”

His maroon orbs, almost dark in the dim light of the courtyard, are glistening as though wet with unshed tears as they hold her gaze with an expression so familiar, the same one that he gave her earlier in the ballroom, although god knows what’s going on in his mind right this very minute.

She opens her mouth to say something else-- anything really, to shake off that weird feeling settling over her shoulders -- but finds that words die atop her tongue as he keeps on gazing down at her, features softening and mouth slowly parting to say words that never make it out.

“Would you?” he suddenly blurts out, “run away with me?”

“Wait, you’re--you’re actually considering it? I don’t think--”

But his hand comes up to brush against her cheekbone then, which causes her to fall silent as she swallows thickly and tries searching his face for any indication, any sign of playfulness, for fear that he is just playing.

The tingles that his thumb leaves against her skin has her breath rattle. Suddenly, she can’t seem to move, for fear that doing so will shatter whatever magical air surrounds them, charged with something she can only describe as electricity.

“What,” she’s glad that her voice comes out as strong as she wants it to be, “are you doing?”

Kevin just keeps staring at her with hooded eyes as though he’s dazed, his thumb brushing against her skin, over and over until she can’t stop the blush from rising and she hopes that the darkness is enough to mask her reaction.

“I don’t know,” he searches her eyes, so close that his breath washes over her face, “it just feels right.”

“That is not appropriate behaviour--”

She almost yelps when his other hand reaches down to grasp hers. Looking down at their now entwined fingers, she is pretty sure that her face is flaming red by now, and too embarrassed to look up at the said prince, Y/N bites at the inside of her cheek with her head bowed.

“Look at me,” Kevin urges, “look at me, Y/N.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“You--You know you can’t do that. It’s--” her voice breaks then, “it’s not fair.”

He leans in even closer. Their lips are millimeters apart and her orbs flicker up to notice his half-lidded eyes tracing her every feature. Something inside her heart gives a jolt.

“What isn’t?” he breathes.

And then, his mouth catches her own.

Yelping slightly at the sudden sensation of his lips cupping hers in an unfamiliar embrace, her heart almost gives out in her chest as her legs turn to jelly, and she all but melts against the prince’s chest as he untangles their hands to wrap his arm around her waist, pressing her even closer. He tilts her head back with his other hand, cupping her cheek and stroking lovingly at her dewy skin as his mouth slowly moves over hers in a sinuous dance of affection.

He smells heavenly. He tastes heavenly. She can barely breathe, barely think straight, scattered thoughts running around and disrupted by the fireworks and cartwheels tumbling through her chest.

Turning her head away in a weak attempt to escape, she lets out a breathless, “your highness--”

“Don’t call me that,” his lips trace along her jaw to catch hers once more, hand leaving a trail of sparks as it traces her backside in the most sensual of touches.

Y/N can’t help but shiver and return his kiss despite her brain screaming at her that this will only result in heartbreak, and heat rushes down south when a noise sounding like a moan rumbles through Kevin’s chest.

At this particular moment, even though the pair are stealing kisses like thieves in the middle of the night, Y/N can’t feel like everything suddenly makes sense.

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Ever Since New York

This is my first fic for the HS1 Masterlist that @bfharry, @goldenfeelin and myself have created...i hope you enjoy <3

2.4k of light fluff and angst

NYC was beautiful this time of year. Glittering holiday lights illuminated the cityscape, blankets of snow cloaking the ground as the two of you walked down the icy sidewalk with your hand enveloped in his. The two of you had just left a holiday party that some of your friends were hosting. Their house was just a few blocks down from Harry’s apartment, so you walked. Which seemed fine, until it was one in the morning and you were fighting against the freezing Brooklyn air just to get home. The thick white blanket encasing the ground below you illuminates your path as you were walking when a burst of wind rushes through your coat, making you shiver.

“I know, m’sorry bug.” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his warmth. “Almost there.”

After walking up the stairs to his apartment, Harry fumbled with his key a bit before successfully unlocking the door, the cold air slowing the movements of his fingers.

“Finally.” he grumbled before pushing the door open. You took off your coat, hanging it up and he followed with the same action.

Everything about Harry’s Brooklyn apartment was so nostalgic. The smell of spices and vanilla is evident when you walk in from your favorite candle that he was burning earlier, not to mention the color scheme, it was your favorite out of every place that he’s ever had. Different textures and jewel tones filled the space and even though Harry always says that New York is too crazy for him, he can’t argue that you've made some of your best memories here.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” his voice was soft, taking a few steps towards you. Your back was pressed against his chest as strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. He proceeded to kiss the top of your head as you spoke.

“Remember the last time we were here together?” you couldn’t help but smile, reminiscing of the night when your life changed forever.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

Harry’s hands are covering your eyes as he’s guiding you down the hallway.

“Shhh.” he ignores your request, too focused on whatever he has planned. “Okay, there’s steps here, so just step up-there ya go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Fo’ the last time, s’a surprise.” he huffs playfully before reaching around you and it sounded like he was opening a door in front of you.

“I’m scared.”

“Why ya scared fo’? S’just me, love.”

You roll your eyes under his palms but he’s quick to catch you. “Heeeey.”

“You’re always up to somethin’, and you know I hate surprises-”

“Jus’ hush and keep walkin’, almost there.”

The breezy October air rushed in from outside and soon you felt concrete scuffing underneath your sneakers. You can hear his shaky breath from behind you and the curiosity is too much to bear.

“Okay,” he takes his hands away. “Open your eyes.”

Once your eyes adjusted to the golden light of the sun, the scene in front of you was breathtaking.

You were on the rooftop of Harry’s apartment building. Twinkling fairy lights were strung above your head and you felt like you were dreaming. Your eyes fall to the ground and there’s blankets and pillows and your favorite snacks are scattered on top, and your favorite candle is sat on the ledge burning. Soon after, your ears pick up the music that’s playing.

“Thought we could watch the sunset...and I got your favorite playlist.”

You felt frozen, but your heart was so warm.

You swiftly turned around to face him, bringing your hands up to his cheeks.

“What did I do to deserve you?” you question and the genuine smile on his face is more than contagious.

“Y’tryna make me blush?”

His sheepish comment makes you giggle. “Maybe.”

“Think it’s workin’.”

The air was leaving his lungs a little too fast but you could tell that he was nervous.

“You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

His eyes slightly widen, but he tries to hide it. as his arms pull you into a bear hug. “M’fine.”

“You are so special.” you murmur after a few moments, pulling back to look at him.

“Awh stop.” he shies away from your accolade. “Just love you, s’all.”

“I love you too.”

He stood there for a moment before taking her hands and turning around so that he was standing in front of her and gently pulling. “C’mere.”

You feel drawn to him. He pulls you into the middle of the open space. “Wanna dance with me?”

Both of his hands are holding yours and he gives you a cheeky smile before pulling you in.

“You really shouldn’t have gotten those tattoos on your ankles if you thought you were ever gonna dance again.”

Your comment surprised him and he looks down at his shoes, and you both burst into giggles when he quickly looks back up at you. His face softens at your face, he loves making you happy.

“Only for you.”

Butterflies flittered inside of your rib cage at his statement.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, your head resting against his chest as he held you. Your hands slid underneath his shirt, feeling the muscles of his back beneath your fingertips while slowly moving to the melody of a kodaline song.

“Have somethin’ fo’ you.”

Mild confusion crossed your face at his words as he pulled away. “What is it?”

“Jus’...I want you to know somethin’ first.”

He held your hands in his as he spoke.

“I want you to know how wonderful you are.” he takes a breath. “When i first saw you I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my whole life, but you...quickly showed me your heart. You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, so kind and funny and we’ve grown so much together, and m’bein’ honest...I wouldn’t be who I am right now without you. You showed me how to love again, how to trust again, and m’so grateful.”

Small tears are trying to sneak their way onto your cheeks, and you couldn’t take your eyes away from his, so you didn’t notice him reaching into his pocket right away. He looked unusually nervous, more so with every word, voice wavering just a bit.

That’s when Harry dropped down onto his knee, and he was holding a ring, and you were already crying.

“Harry,” you pleaded, voice barely above a whisper and you could hear the punching heartbeat in your ears.

“I love you with all of my heart. M’so incredibly in love with you.”

Your lungs felt empty, air leaving them too fast to keep up.

“My love, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” you were breathless, hands moving to cradle his cheeks. “Yes, yes, oh my gosh, yes.”

“Remember it like it was yesterday.” he hummed, reaching around to place a kiss on your cheek, which you leaned into.

“It was the best night of my life.” you spoke honestly, holding onto his hands as they came over your shoulders.

“Hope so, don't’ think ‘ve ever been tha’ nervous.”

“You’re hands were shaking so bad, tryin’ to put the ring on my finger.” your giggling earned a scoff from Harry.

“Heeey, your hands were shakin’ too! And I couldn’t mess up tha’ moment! Knew it was somethin’ we were gonna remember forever.”

“I will.” you turned around in his hold, hands on his cheeks. “You’re the best fiancé in the world.”

“No, you are.”

“No, you—”

He cut you off before you could start fussing. Soft lips were on yours, the kiss sweet and filled with love.

Before anything could escalate, the next thing you heard was Harry’s phone buzzing from the inside of his back pocket.

“M’gonna get tha’.” he mumbled against your lips, kissing you one more time before pulling away. “But right after, m’all yours, love.”

You giggled before turning around, proceeding to take out your earrings as he answered the call.

“Hi mum.”

Harry stayed silent, holding the phone up to his ear and intently listening at what she was telling him.

“No, m’with Y/N.”

“Is everything alright?” he questioned, now pacing around the bedroom. His next words were hushed into the phone. “D’you want me to come down there?”

You turned around at his words, wondering if it was what you thought it was.

“Mum, jus’ tell me, please.”

With everything inside of you, you hoped and prayed it wasn’t what you thought it was.

“Oh, god.”

His voice instantly flooded with distress, chest rising and falling rapidly. He ran a hand through his hair, tears spilling onto his cheeks.

“No, no no.”

The repeated silence was deafening.

“It’s not fair.” he cried, squeezing his eyes closed as he sat on the edge of the bed. The conversation with his mum lasted a few more minutes before he told her loved her, and that he would be there as soon as he could. As soon as he hung up the phone he’d burst into tears again. You sat beside him, placing a hand on the side of his face, encouraging him to lay his head on your shoulder. He struggled to explain through pained sobs what was happening, and his words broke your heart. His stepdad, who raised him since he was seven years old, was fighting a long battle with cancer and everyone has always been hopeful, but his mum had just told him the words he never wanted to hear.

There was nothing more that they could do.

His cries were gut wrenching, fingers tightly clutching your shirt as you held him.

“For fuck’s sake, the wedding.”

You could feel your heart ripping out of your chest as Harry choked out those words. He is like a second dad to you, so when you and Harry got engaged you’d asked him to walk you down the aisle. Your heart couldn’t even begin to think about that right now.

“Need t’go down there, gonna get a plane.”

The bunch of conflicting emotions were causing Harry’s thoughts to be scattered, not that you could blame him, but you were struggling to process everything too.

“I’m going with you.”

Your voice was soft, not wanting to upset him further. His head hung down, looking at his hands.

“He’d love t’see you.”

“I’d love that, too.” you promised, gently stroking his hair. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”

The two of you didn’t get any sleep that night. He stayed up sitting on the edge of the bed, praying for hours—begging for something, anything. Nothing in life can prepare you for something like this. The hurt, the anger, the confusion.

“Feel like m’just talking t’the wall.” he huffs, roughly running his hands through his hair before choking out another sob.

“There’s a reason your heart tells you things.” He lifts his head to look at you and his cheeks are stained with tears but his eyes still pierce into yours, intently listening. “You may not ever know the reason why your heart tells you what it does, but you always have to listen.”

He dips his head down, staring at his hands as his eyes squeeze shut and the fact that you know there are tears welling up again makes you sick to your stomach. “Jus’ want-” his breath jerks as another sob comes out of his chest. “Want it t’be a dream.” and you wanted that too. Hell, you wanted to say something, anything to make feel better...but was there really anything you could say? No. Harry wasn’t stupid, he knew all too well that this could always be a possibility, but he was always filled with hope. This is his dad. Of course he’s going to have all the hope in the universe.

“Never thought this would ever happen, y’know? Thought that it would work this time.”

“Maybe he can get another doctor.” he’s already shaking his head. “There has to be something-”

“Fuck’s sake.” he interrupts, pushing himself off the bed and storming across the room and into the hallway and your gaze dropped to the floor. Letting Harry cool off was the best thing to do when he was angry, and when the sound of what you assumed was his fist punching drywall broke the tense silence, you didn’t flinch.

Then you heard it again...and again, and again, followed by a strangled cry and that’s when you stepped in, jogging down the hallway calling Harry’s name.

“Harry,” you gripped his other bicep, trying to pull him away and as soon as he felt your touch, he broke down. His forehead pressed against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut and his fists still clenched above his head. He turns around, back against the wall, sliding down to the floor and his resolve slowly crumbles when you knelt down and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His head fell onto your shoulder as you held him.

“I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

He’s shaking in your arms and the two of you are crumpled on the floor. He slowly calms down with your touch, but he’s still choking out sobs. Your hands cover his knuckles, kissing the blood stained skin.

“Shhh, I’ve got you.”

Your hands were weaved through his locks, being caressed through his hair as you held him until his breathing had calmed along with the beat of his heart, but you never wanted to let go of him.

“I wish I could make it all better.” you murmur between soft kisses to his cheeks. “I’d take all your pain away.”

“Know y’would.” he leans into the palm that’s cradling his cheek before catching a glimpse of your sleepy eyes starting to fall closed.

“Y’should get some sleep.” he rasps, head on your chest. “Don’t want y’to be exhausted tomorrow.” Despite everything he was going through right now, he was still thinking of you.

“We can sleep on the plane.”

He nodded, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

It took a lot for Harry to look tired. It’d been hours of crying, sobbing, and you both needed rest.

“I can lay with you if you want?”

“Would love that.” he wanted to smile, you could tell. But he just didn’t have it in him tonight.

“I’ll be right back.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

You clung to each other as soon as you were under the covers. You protectively put your arms around him, running your hands through his hair and his eyes never left your face.

“I’m not gonna ask you if you’re alright, because I know you’re not.” one of your hands came down to his face, thumb brushing across his cheek.

“I’ll always be here for you, whatever you need.” you took a deep breath, brushing the hair away from his face. “Always.”

“Will y’hold me, please?” his voice was raspy, his tone sweet and sad.

“C’mere.”

Emotions were so fresh and raw right now, but all you could do was be there for him. With every fiber of your being you wanted to take his pain away, kiss it better...anything. But right now, all you could do was love him. And for Harry, that was more than enough.

#this is my baby #be nice to her #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff

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miastideclock · 4 years

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Day6 At Their Weddings

parksungjinsfan

Hey 👋 I have request about day6 on your wedding day, like their reaction to seeing the reader in wedding dress, how will theu be yhe whole wedding, what music will they choose for a first dance, honeymoon details and such... Thank you🙏

Word Count: 👁 👄 👁 I don’t even wanna try and find out lmaooo Warnings: -The length of these are quite different, and I am so sorry about that -I tried my best to avoid the mention of the reader’s parents or family, but if I have incorporated any family or extended family without noticing, I am really sorry and do ask you to let me know so I can correct my mistake. Thank you.

my years of watching ‘Say Yes To The Dress’ finally pays off

this is gonna be a rIDE, i dont know if this is the format you wanted it in, but this is what you’re getting lmao my bad.

Sungjin

some of the songs i listened to while writing -Circles by Golden -No One Like You by Dualties -Spaces by One Direction

OKAY, so

Wedding Dress:

For the wedding dress I pictured something elegant, yet relaxed. It’s very simple, but the lace detailing adds that little something I feel like. The sweetheart neckline is flattering no matter what your body type is, as is the bodice.

You can pair almost anything to this dress, so jewelry could be a pop of color, or you could keep it more lowkey with some dainty pieces.

Sungjin would appreciate the simplicity of the dress, that way it let’s your own beauty be the center of attention.

Location:

I feel like a garden-wedding is bulls-eye for someone like Sungjin. It’s sophisticated, but with a childish-charm. The trees and fairy lights are a perfect combination. I don’t really have a lot other than that to say about the location in particular.

Music:

Your first dance would be so cute. I chose Your Song by Elton John, just because I feel like it adds to the sophistication of it all. It’s a classic song, that way it will be easier for your guest to enjoy the moment you two share, with you.

I can imagine Sungjin practicing months prior, so that the dance would be perfect when the day finally is here. awh my heart

Honeymoon:

Hawaii, USA. Again, it’s classy, it’s sophisticated, it’s very on brand. You can relax all day, eat pineapple and other fresh fruits, go on excursions and explore. Hawaii is a place of many opportunities, so I can guarantee you and your newly-wed won’t go bored.

The Wedding Day:

Sungjin paced around the room, thinking about every single thing that could go wrong. He was nervous beyond belief, but he would never let anyone know that.

He had to admit that in the beginning of the planning process, he always laughed at the men who were nervous, cause what was there to be nervous about? You were marrying a woman you love, there is no simpler task.

But now he got it. Every feeling you could think of washed over him at the same time, but none of them stopped him from wanting to go through with it.

In the chaos that washed through his head, there was one thought that stood out before the others. “I love her.” A knock could be heard on his dressing-room door, his best-mean peeking his head through.

“They’re ready for you.” Dowoon spoke softly, not wanting to startle the groom. Sungjin nodded before looking at himself in the mirror. He had to look perfect for you. Dowoon made his way over and stood in front of him, so Sungjin no longer could see himself in the body-length mirror.

“Nervous?” He asked as he fixed the collar of the groom.

“Yes.” Sungjin finally admitted.

“Getting cold feet?” Dowoon asked yet again, the slightest hint of panic in his voice.

“Never in a million years.” Sungjin replied.

Dowoon let out a breath of relief and took a step back to see if there was anything else on the suit that needed to be fixed or moved or tucked. But as he found nothing, he nodded his head, meaning Sungjin should head out the door and into the garden.

Walking down the aisle with his mum was something Sungjin never completely realized would be happening until she was standing there waiting for him. She was dressed in a peach-colored dress. She was after all one of your bridesmaids, so she wore the appropriate dress.

He kissed her cheek before looping his arm with hers, then making their way down towards the pastor. The walk felt long, longer than it needed, because that just meant more time for his head to get even more chaotic and messy. But contrary to what Sungjin was sure would never happen- they made it to the end.

He stood on his side, his hands folded into each other as he waited.

The music changed ever so slightly, meaning the bride was on her way. Sungjin turned so he was looking directly at the door where you would come through, waiting excitedly.

A few seconds passed, and the double doors opened, revealing you. Every messy thought, or chaotic state his brain had ever had vanished. Sungjin could finally think clearly, all because of you.

You held your bouquet tight in your hands as you walked down the aisle. Your heartbeat picked up as you closed your husband to be.

You finally made it to the end, and to be honest? You don’t remember 80 percent of the ceremony. The only part you truly and clearly remember were the two most important words you and Sungjin would ever share.

“I do.”

jesus christ

Jae

some songs i listened to while writing -California by Bernhoft -Twit by Hwasa -Somebody To Love by Abhi The Nomad

AIT

Wedding Dress:

Jae is.. well- he is Jae. And even with a gun to my head, I could not know why I feel like this is the perfect dress for his wedding- I just do. A sheath dress with lace detailing is elegant and sleek, yet light and airy.

With the clean neckline, a dainty necklace would be enough, a small pair of earrings to go with it.

Jae would love the dress on you, but you could also wear a trash-bag if you so pleasebecauseue he is convinced you could pull off anything.

Location:

The fun and the beauty of a beach wedding would go perfectly with Jae’s personality. The ocean air is a lovely detail for a wedding, it brushing against your cheek as you look at the love of your life, the last time he would be your fiancé, in a few moments- he would be your husband.

Music:

For your first dance I’ve chosen You by Petit Biscuit. It’s a soothing song, with a vibe that could calm down the angriest of men.

The song takes you back to the memories of when you first met Jae, as he was the one who introduced you to the song. The lack of lyrics mean nothing to you, as you have made your own meaning of it.

Honeymoon:

As a man of many countries, Jae has been all over the world- so when you planned your honeymoon, he told you not to worry about if he has been there before or not. With that in mind, you booked your trip to Paris, France.

Going for walks along the Seine, admiring the Eiffel Tower at sunset, or experiencing the magnificent art at the Louvre- all things you and Jae are planning on doing.

The Wedding Day:

Standing a few hundred feet away from where the ceremony would be held stood one singular groom. His eyes were closed as he was standing with his hands in his pockets, feeling the gentle ocean breeze brush against him, like a thousand warm kisses peppered all over him.

This was the most calm he had been in months, and he felt like he could finally relax his tense stance. Whatever happened from now on, it happened- and there was nothing he could do about it. He thought that would only make him more stressed, but there was just something about it that calmed him.

“You lost?” Sungjin suddenly spoke from Jae’s right hand side. Sungjin happened to be Jae’s best-man, so it was, among other things, his duty to make sure the groom was okay

“No, I’m pretty sure this is exactly where I’m meant to be. Sounds cheesy though.” Jae replied with a chuckle, causing Sungjin to let out a snicker of his own.

“You ready to do this?” Sungjin asked again after a few minutes, this finally opening Jae’s eyes. Jae nodded and they started walking back.

The sun would be setting in an hour or so, so the heat was just perfect on the stunning summer evening. You and Jae had been planning this wedding for what seemed like an eternity, and you were both over the moon that the day was finally here.

You were in a beach hut just by the place of the ceremony, looking at yourself in the mirror, inspecting your makeup.

“You look stunning, dear.” Jae’s mother said from behind you, she also looking at your makeup.

“Absolutely breathtaking.” A bridesmaid chimed in. You gave them both a smile and then got to your feet, shaking out your hands in a nervous manner.

“You ready?” Your maid of honor asked you as she came into the hut from outside where the wedding would be. You looked at her for a second before nodding slowly. “Good, cause Jae just walked down the aisle, you’re up baby!”

You gave her a look, but couldn’t keep a smile from joining the scolding eyes. “A little late with the heads up maybe?” You chuckled as you grabbed the bouquet from the table, making her laugh.

The doors opened and you made your way over to the aisle, taking a deep breath as the ceremony properly started.

You found yourself walking faster than you had during the rehearsal, but you didn’t care. You wanted to reach Jae as fast as you could, because the faster you got there, the faster you could start the rest of your lives together.

holyyy

Young K

some songs i listened to while writing -17 by Pink Sweat$ -All Night Long by Machine Gun Kelly -Needs by Verzache

okay so

Wedding Dress:

For our main man Brian, I chose something bohemian-chic. It’s fun, it’s light, it’s stunning. The rustic vibe of the dress is something i think would fit perfectly with the theme of the wedding.

The whimsical essence of the dress makes it kind of hard to pair with jewelry. I can imagine some small raw diamond earrings, and maybe a single thread necklace with a light pendant. Anything too heavy will easily drown out the dress and make it seem almost messy. Not very cute.

Location:

Tall trees. The warmth of the wood mixed with the soft touch of lights and georgette fabrics laced in between the branches. The forest is the perfect place for such a wedding.

The birds chirping, and the trees talking- what could be more romantic?

Music:

Dancing on a patio in the forest, moving to the smooth rhythms of Your Hand In Mine by Explosions In The Sky. This song is awfully slow at first, but as it picks up after a few seconds, you can’t imagine anything other than twirling around in Brian’s arms, as if you were the only people in an empty forest, ready to be with one another until the end of time.

Honeymoon:

Perfectly matching the rustic theme of the wedding, your destination sends you to Rome, Italy. Whether it’s making a wish in the Trevi fountain or renting a vespa to go to the closest Gelato shop- Rome won’t let you down.

With a stunning view no matter where you look, it’s a perfect place for a honeymoon and to take hundreds of pictures of the trip you’ll remember forever.

The Wedding Day:

Taking a deep breath, Brian stepped out of the car that took him to where the wedding would be held. Jae, his best man, stepped out with him, hyping him up- but Brian’s mind was too occupied to hear a word of what he was saying.

“- and I just know that if you want to back out, I know she would understand.” Was all Brian needed to snap out of it.

“Back out? What are you talking about?” He questioned as he stopped in his tracks.

“You’ve been spaced out all day, and the face of pure panic isn’t exactly helping your case.” Jae pointed out. Brian caught himself frowning during multiple points during the day, so he could kind of make out where Jae was coming from, and he felt happy that Jae would let him back out of he wanted- but that was not the case.

“Have you lost your mind? I love her more than I can even begin to explain. Even with a gun to my head, I would never dream of backing out of our wedding.” Brian spoke in a cool and calm voice, making sure that Jae understood the value of his words.

Jae gave him a nod. “I hear you, loud and clear.”

From there, they made their way down the patio-ed trail into the woods where their wedding would be held, lights decorating the trees surrounding them. It was straight out of a fairytale.

Brian had to admit that he was scared about the wedding, but not because he didn’t love you- cause he did. More than anything. It was because he was scared he wouldn’t be enough for you.

You on the other hand was sat in a car on your way to the location, stressing out your brains.

“What if I trip? Or what if I say the wrong name? I know that only happens to assholes in 90′s sitcoms, but-” Your rambling was cut off as your maid of honor called your name from next to you.

“Babe, you need to calm down! You’re not gonna trip, and you’re not gonna pull a Ross, okay? You’re gonna get there and wow everyone with your dress and your hair and your everything- and then you’re gonna marry the love of your life and start your forever okay?” She snapped you out of it.

You took a deep breath and nodded. You had gotten this far without any complications- so you only had one small step left, and that was to start your forever.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

OKAY

Wonpil

some songs I listened to while writing -Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray -My Strange Addiction by Billie Eilish -Can I Call You Back? by SHY Martin

Wedding Dress:

It’s big, it’s sexy but with elegance and class, it’s flattering to anyone- it’s perfect. A Princess-style wedding dress is such a gorgeous choice, no one would be surprised if Wonpil absolutely lost his breath looking at you.

A dress like this is so beautifully simple, you can’t go wrong with some jewelry. Personally, I would avoid a chunky necklace, and rather opt for some longer, dangling earrings, letting your bare neck and collarbones make a statement of its own.

Location:

Matching the personality of the dress, a Ballroom Wedding is elegant, it’s classy, and it’s so much easier to clean up than any of the other locations we’ve seen today.

A ballroom might seem boring to some, but it’s surprising what you and your husband-to-be can do with a bursting budget and a wild imagination.

Music:

For your first dance, I Will Follow You by Toulouse will be playing. An emotional song, perfectly conveying your emotions for one another, to your guests.

“Ever since you touched my hand, I knew.” The song sings. And it’s true. Both you and your husband can confirm that the first time you ever brushed your hand against his, there was a spark. Actually, more than that- it was fireworks.

Honeymoon:

With jungles, temples and waterfalls, Bali, Indonesia is the perfect destination to explore, have fun and also relax with the love of your life.

Renting a private tour guide one day, and just hiking to waterfalls and jumping into the water another day. Watching the sunset while being in each others arms, not being able to imagine a more perfect moment than that.

The Wedding Day:

“What do I do? The wedding starts in like forty minutes, and I have zero clues as what to say for my vows. I mean, of course I vow to love her until I take my last breath- but I want it to be special.” Wonpil stressed out loud. Maybe it was to his best man, maybe it was to the wall behind him- none of them could answer.

“Okay, your hair is as perfect as it can get.” Brian spoke as he tweaked the pieces that fell over Wonpil’s forehead. Wonpil shot him an unamused look making Brian chuckle. “I’m just messing with you. You look great.”

Wonpil turned around to the full-body mirror and inspected that there were no pieces of dust on his suit, or scratches on his shoes. He sighed and nodded, agreeing with Brian’s statement, cause truth be told- he did look great.

“I can’t stop thinking about what she is gonna look like. And not only in the wedding dress. How she is gonna look sleeping on the plane to Bali, or how she is gonna look laughing at dinner- or how she is gonna look when we give our toasts. I can’t wait to look at her and be with her forever.” He sighed, grabbing the edges of his jacket and straightening it out even more, something Brian was pretty sure was impossible.

“Why don’t you just say that?” The best man commented. Wonpil looked at him for a second as if he was hesitant, but soon came to realize it was actually a pretty good idea.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s simple but special, and it’s right from the heart.” He smiled, thanking Brian.

In the dressing-room across the hall, a particular bride was pacing back and forth, her bare feet making small noises as the underside of her foot made contact with the hardwood floor.

“I know I’m breathing, but it feels like I can’t breathe.” You muttered out, one of your bridesmaids jumping to her feet to get you something to drink. She picked up her light pink bridesmaid-dress and ran for the kitchenette and roamed the fridge until she found a bottle of water. After tossing it to you, and you taking a sip- you thanked her.

“Okay, I found it!” Your maid of honor suddenly burst through the door, making everyone in there turn to her and let out a sigh of relief.

The it in question had been your bouquet, it being a collection of both your own and your husband-to-be’s favorite flowers. That was the reason it was so special- you had made it together.

“Oh thank god!” You exhaled and walked to meet her at the door. You gently grabbed the bouquet out of her hand and looked at it in adoration.

“Does that mean you’re ready to get married?” She asked in a hushed tone. You looked at her, then the flowers, then back up at her before you let out an excited sigh and nodded.

“Let’s do this.”

Dowoon

some songs i listened to while writing -Heels by NoMBe -1901 - triple j Like A Version by Petit Biscuit -Drift Away by Sons Of Zion

Wedding Dress:

A-Line Wedding Dress, a sleek yet flowy choice for a rustic wedding such as your own. The soft silhouette and backless detail is a glorious mixture of sweet and sexy, coming together to make a stunning dress that is the perfect match for most anyone.

The detailing in the lace is more than enough accent, but if you insist, avoid long, dragging necklaces and earrings. With the tone of the dress, dainty, rose-gold jewelry would be the best match.

Location:

A big, glorious venue for anyone with the wish of a fairytale wedding. A Castle is perfect for feeling like a Disney-princess on your big day. The candles and lights mixed with the aesthetic of exposed brick is enough to make the perfect wedding pictures- but why stop there?

Most castles has a garden of sorts, often lined with large trees and fresh grass, making any wedding photo look like its dragged straight out of a movie.

Music:

Your first dance will be one people would have to wait long to forget. Moving to the tunes of Happiest Year by Jaymes Young, holding your now husband close- an unforgettable feeling. You chose this song both because the melody is stunning, but also because the lyrics truly do speak to you. After being engaged for a year, both of you could confirm that it had in fact been the happiest year of your lives.

Honeymoon:

The Maldives. You might think it’s kind of cliché to go there for your honeymoon because it’s overused - right? Well, I can promise you, it’s for a reason.

Whale shark tours, local markets, beach days, snorkeling safaris- the fun is close to endless. Whether you go there for the activities, or it’s for the views- there is no way you’ll be let down.

The Wedding Day:

Standing in one of the towers of the castle, stood a single groom, looking out one of the massive windows. The reception was getting closer and closer, and the chairs down on the lawn was getting filled up with more and more of your friends and family by the second.

“DOWOON!” The familiar voice of Wonpil called. The sudden noise didn’t even make Dowoon flinch as he had been expecting it ever since he got to his little hiding spot. The groom looked to the side to see Wonpil marching at him at a terrifying speed. “Why the hell are you not in your dressing-room? The wedding is about to start any minute now!”

Dowoon had to snicker at Wonpil’s panicked state. You’d think he was the one getting married, truth be told. “Don’t worry, I was on my way there now.” Dowoon spoke calmly.

One would think that on his wedding day, Dowoon would be a bit more freaked out- but he wasn’t. He had never been more calm, cool and collected in his entire life, and to him that meant something. It meant that even on essentially the most stressful day of his life, he was grounded, all because of you.

You too had the same train of thought. Walking around in the flower garden on the other side of the castle, you hummed gently to yourself. You were on your way back to the dressing-rooms as the massive watch on the side of the left tower told you the wedding was soon to begin. Without a care in the world, your bare feet made their way through the soft grass, making you smile as it tickled your feet.

As you got closer to the back entrance of the castle, then one you had exited through, the better you could see the figure leaning against the door. It was your maid of honor. She stood in a stunning dress, her arms lazily crossed over her chest, giving you a smile as she waited for you. “You enjoying yourself?” She asked as you got closer.

“Yeah.” You breathed and stopped a few meters in front of her so you were still in the grass.

“Nervous?” She asked again. You needed a moment to think about this one. Cause on one hand, of course you were nervous- but on the other, just the thought Dowoon made your shoulders relax and your jaw unclench, as you always found yourself in a relaxed state around him.

“Maybe. I’m not sure yet.” You smiled as you spoke in the same way you had earlier. Your maid of honor chuckled at your words, then reaching out her hand for you to grab, leading you back to your dressing room to get your shoes back on, then getting you ready to walk down the aisle.

i really hope you liked it!! I’m so sorry it took so long- I wanted to do it just right! Feel free to request again!

-bentley

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willsimpforazula · 3 years

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Sokkla Month Day 7: Intimate

A/N: This is an ATLA + Fate/Stay Night (Unlimited Blade Works) crossover and this scene is inspired from S2, E10. Intimate memories count as intimate, no?

Saber - Suki

Rin Tohsaka - Azula

Emiya Shirou - Sokka

With that out of the way, leggo

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Sokkla Month Day 7: Intimate

Sokka's house

The mood was solemn, as the remaining two Masters of the 5th Holy Grail War debated on their plan of action. With the revelation that Archer, who Azula summoned actually turned out to be the Heroic Spirit version of Sokka and that he possessed a Reality Marble, and the shock of seeing him blasted to bits by Gilgamesh's attack still hung heavy on their minds.

Azula, who saw her servant looking very much like a porcupine giving up his life to save them.

Suki, who had to stand and watch the younger of the two Sokka's battle it out, the older and more cynical version blasting him again and again with round upon round of blades, delivering wounds that should have killed him hundreds of times over were it not for Avalon implanted within him.

As she finished bandaging the worst of his wounds, they all agreed that the Grail should be smashed into pieces, preventing anyone from ever trying to get their hands on it. Staring at the pendant in her hand, Azula exhaled and sighed "I never really had a wish that I wanted to be granted, just...I wanted to win it so that our family name could be held high."

"Sounds just like you."

"What-what do you mean by that!" she blushed, curling up into a ball before replying "A-anyways, we're getting ahead of ourselves." Just then, her stomach let out a low grumble, making her blush even harder.

"Hungry huh? I'll go fix us up something to eat. After all, I recall a certain someone describing 'hunger as an enemy', no?"

"Thanks." she mumbled, while it was now Suki's turn to blush.

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Later that night…

After cleaning up the dishes, Sokka was about to turn the corner to his room when he heard hushed voices discussing something very important.

"....are you really sure, Suki?"

"Yes, I am sure of it. You have my thanks." Storing it for later, he pretended to not see them and walk off to take his shower. Fresh and clean, he pondered what could they have possibly been planning when he found his footsteps naturally come to rest outside her door. Summoning up his courage, he gave a few quick knocks when he saw light spilling from the crack. With a creak, a sliver of light beamed forth, before being occupied by a golden eye that belonged to an annoyed face.

"What do you want.?"

"Uh, did-did I piss you off just now? You seem to be in a really bad mood."

"That depends on what you say next."

"I-uhm, well-"

"You might as well come in instead of stammering. At least you can tell me your foolish ideas coherently."

"I trust you figured it out that you're going to fight Gilgamesh."

"Well, no actually. But I'm still going to do it regardless. I just feel like, like I've got the best shot at taking that King of Heroes down a peg."

"Then you must have figured out Archer's Noble Phantasm."

"Yeah that's a negative on that one." he sheepishly replied.

"Are you kidding me?!" she shouted. Shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose, she continued "Regardless, the only reason Goldie even considered both of you a threat was that with enough mana, either of you could actually stand a chance at beating him. It's also the reason why he called you both 'fakes'."

"But with my current reserves, I'm fucked if he starts pulling out all the stops. Ten of those Phantasms maybe, but that's like pushing it. Any higher, and I am toast."

"At your current mana reserves, definitely. But, there's one option we could try. Basically, you and I form a pact that allows us to share mana between us. It doesn't matter if you can't supply enough, I can, which means you can summon and sustain a Reality Marble long enough to kick that bastard's ass."

"That's a good idea. So how do we do it?"

"Well…." she breathed deeply, her cheeks turning as red as her trademark turtleneck sweater, "I-I-I'll have to transfer my Magic Crest onto you."

"I can't take something that important away from you! I mean, is that your entire family lineage's lifetime of work?"

"To win the most important fight of my life requires giving it my most treasured possession, as much as I hate to see it. Law of equivalent exchange, the first thing they teach new mages. Wait why are you staring at me like that?!"

"N-nothing! It's just, I was in awe of you and-and it made me realise just why I fell for you the way I did."

"This is hardly the time to talk about such things! But-but I guess, you, uhm, could let it all out if-if it makes you feel happy."

"But will you feel happy?"

"On one hand, I wanna see you just how deep the grave you're digging is. On the other hand, well-let's just get back to the task at hand okay!" she blushed for what must be the tenth time that night. Somehow, every other sentence that came out his mouth either had her seeing red or making her heart flutter and face pink.

"Azula?"

"What?"

"N-n-nothing. Let's get it started."

"Alright then. Just tell me what to do."

"Take off your clothes." she mumbled, covering her face as she faced the wall.

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Are you sure?"

"Ju-just do as I say alright!" In a small still voice, she added "I-I-I'm going to be taking mine off too, it's only fair."

"Don't get the wrong ideas, unless you don't plan on celebrating Father's day. " she threatened.

"Okay okay, got it!"

"Then why the long face?" "For the transplant to succeed, both of us need to be in a deep state of rapport."

"I see."

"Do I need to take my pants off too, or is just the shirt okay?"

Snatching a rolled up poster, she began to assault him viciously while yelling "What the fuck do you think, you moron!", her face approximating the dye of her turtleneck at this point.

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Sitting on her bed, with both of them topless and the lights turned off, he could sense her rustling as she turned to him and said "Let's begin.", placing hand on his bare chest. Inhaling deeply, she started to utter her incantations:

Gib dem wandernden Vogel das Trinkwasser

Der von langen Weg kommt

Benutz den Vogelrahman

In dem der Schlüssel nicht angewendet wird

Ich spinne den Regenbogen in neuem selbst

Heisses Wetter, Regen

Wind, Schnee, Krieg, Ende, ununterbrochen

Nimm an, ohne anderer Meinung zu sein, ohne zu fallen

Es nimmt an, ohne zu fürchten

Ohne zu zweifeln

As he felt his circuits come alive and intermesh with hers, his eyes fluttered open in shock for the briefest of moments as now he and her were now forming the most intimate of bonds between mages outside of coital bonds. For all intents and purposes, they might as well be married. Meanwhile, Azula poured all her concentration into completing the transplant, beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead.

Sieg im Freund, der auf eine Reise entfernt geth

Suddenly, he found himself reading through her most closest memories, ones that she kept particularly close to her heart.

A headstone.

Clouds.

A rainy day.

A priest, handing over a strange looking knife to a young girl dressed in a kimono.

A hallway in school.

Sunset.

An empty courtyard, save for one person doing high jumps over and over again. There were many more, but they all flickered past him at the speed of light. With a start, he woke up to find her cuddled right up against him, her head nestled comfortably in his chest. Seeing her so peaceful, he decided to let her be and crashed back on the pillow, an arm snaking around her waist protectively.

Feeling a warm body next to hers, Azula jumped up in shock, grabbed the nearest pillow and covered herself as she flicked on the lights.

"Why didn't you wake me?!"

"Sorry! Did it work though, the transplant?"

"Of course it did. So flawless there's nothing else to do, so precise there'll be no side effects. So perfect that even that worthless fake priest would say 'Azula, you've done a fantastic job.'", her voice muffled by the pillow.

Turning to examine the upside down geometric fish pattern on his arm, he asked in slight amazement and awe "So this is it huh?"

"Stop gawking like a child, you'll get a fly in your mouth you know?"

"Thank you Azula. Really."

Noticing her golden eyes couldn't look at his, he asked concernedly "What's wrong?"

"You saw it, didn't you?"

"I didn't see anything, promise! My eyes were closed the whole time!"

"That's not the point, you-you-grr!" she exclaimed, ruthlessly smacking him with the pillow that she had been using to cover herself, not caring if her top was coming loose from her assaulting him as her eyes started to water.

"Ow! Ow! Sorry! It's not like I had a choice!"

"The next time I'll make sure to dig every last one of your embarrassing little secrets, you hear me!"

"Okay okay! Calm down Azula, we can talk about this later right? Right?"

"I suppose." she reluctantly huffed, her arms folded.

Giving her a light peck on the cheek, he held her close and replied "Let's get some sleep, we've got a big fight ahead of us."

"Fine, but I get to be the big spoon." "Sure."

Wrapping her arms around him, she snuggled up against him and sighed contentedly as Sokka pulled the blanket over them.

#fate #unlimited blade works #crossover #avatar #sokkla month #day 7 #azula would make a perfect tsundere don't @ me #sokkla

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mxndoscyarika · 4 years

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Red Sunsets (Javier Peña x Chinese!reader) | Chapter 8: El Punto de Sucumbir

Author’s note: I don’t wanna give toooooo much away, but I just wanted to let you know that we’ve finally reached lucky number 8 👀 If you were here a couple nights ago, you proooobably have an idea of what’s going to happen, because I had asked a few questions related to ~kisses~, if you catch my drift. Let me know what you guys think!

Summary: Family fights, grudges, and determination. Those three things defined your journey as you navigated through the workings of the DEA. Getting in was hard, and catching Escobar was even harder. You joined Javier Peña and Steve Murphy in the hunt for Escobar, forming bonds and life lessons along the way.

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Warning(s): food, Careless Whisper lol, physical affection, implied smut

“So where are you taking me, again?” you asked, looking out at the passing buildings. You didn’t recognize the shops and restaurants you’d passed. The sky was darkened to a royal blue, the last rays of sunlight already well below the horizon.

“One of my personal favorite restaurants in Colombia,” he answered. “They have good arepas, your favorite, and the owners are pretty friendly. I used to go there often before you came along.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “What happened after I arrived that made you forego your favorite restaurant?”

Shrugging, he said, “I guess you happened.” He scoffed at your pout. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You’re worth all the arepas in the world.”

You were thankful for the shroud of darkness, because you felt your cheeks grow hot and you bit your lip to contain your grin. “And you’re worth all the homemade dumplings.”

Javi chuckled softly, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. As usual, you had the perfect response. He could barely remember a time when he truly cared about flirting, or how the women of his affections responded. But somehow, every time, you managed to turn his tactics around on him.

It took every ounce of self control to keep his eyes on the road and his hands to himself. You wore a simple t-shirt and jeans, and what little makeup you applied only served to make your cheeks and lips look unbearably kissable.

He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the wheel. More times than he wanted to admit, he’s caught himself reaching to hold your hand or rest his hand on your thigh. Thankfully, it was dark enough that you probably hadn’t noticed. As much as he hated to acknowledge it, you weren’t his. He hadn’t even worked up the guts to tell you how he felt yet.

“Hola Javier!” the owner greeted, her face lighting up. She wiped her hands on her apron and waved for him to sit down at a table. “Hace mucho tiempo que no nos vemos. Quién es ella, tu novia?”

Javi blushed, smiling sheepishly. While he couldn’t understand what Chinese shop owners said, you could understand Spanish as well as he did. “No no no, ella es una amiga. Nos conocemos del trabajo.”

The owner of the restaurant simply hummed in response and eyed you from head to toe, much like how a parent may analyze a prom date. “Pues, no te molestaré, okey? Cuéntame si necesitas algo.”

More than accustomed to eating family-style, you and Javi ordered a couple of the smaller entrees and a flan to share. Much like how Javi let you take the reins in local Chinese restaurants, you let him order the food and make small talk. You propped your head up against your hand as you watched him, a small smile perpetually on your lips.

The low moan that left your lips when you bit into a cheesy arepa was music to his ears. He wondered if you’d sound like that when you were kissed. Only when your eyes met did his train of thought come to a screeching halt.

Fighting back a blush, he busied himself with splitting an arepa stuffed with meat, beans, and cheese and sliding the plate over. You tried not to think about how he was so gentle. “Try this one, hermosa. I think you’ll like it.”

“You’re a man aiming for my heart,” you hummed. In your past relationships, you never had anyone treat you the way Javi did with his genuine eagerness. Not that you and he were on a date, you’d never called it that, but you couldn’t help but draw the comparison. You lifted the half that he offered and took a big bite, giggling when the grated cheese stuck to your cheek.

“You have a little bit of….” Laughing softly at your plight, he reached over and brushed it off with his thumb, the pad of his finger caressing your cheek. You fought the urge to lean into his touch and nuzzle your face into the palm of his hand. Javi was just being polite, right? It didn’t mean anything.

Javi drew his hand away and glanced down at his watch. “The movie should be starting in about 45 minutes, let’s start finishing up here and then head over to the movie theater.” He paused, then added, “Unless you feel like going home for a night in?”

“What’ll we do at home?” you wondered, wiping your hands with a napkin. “I’d love to have a night in, if that’s what you want. As long as I’m with you, I really don’t care.”

His heart skipped a beat at your words, though the logical part of his mind stamped down any hope he had. Was he just a friend that you wanted around because you were lonely? It’d been a long time since his last serious relationship, but he couldn’t imagine diving back in with anyone else. He just hoped you felt the same. “We could just relax, maybe turn on some music and just talk.”

“I never knew that Javier Peña would be one to ‘just talk,’” you quipped, smiling at him.

“I can be, with the right person.” He shrugged, picking up the singular spoon and scooping up a bite of the flan. Its amber caramel sauce glistened in the restaurant’s warm lighting. Smiling softly, he held it up to your lips. “First bite is yours, hermosa.”

Taking turns eating spoonfuls of flan, you talked about things ranging from family to favorite animals. Growing up on a ranch, Javi’s favorite animal was a horse, sparking your questions about his life back in the States. You only knew the little bits of information floating around the DEA headquarters, and you wanted to know more.

At first he was hesitant, but then he told you about his father and how he’d grown up in a small town. You listened quietly as he told you about Lorraine, and how they were engaged to be married over a decade ago. His voice grew soft as he recalled all the wedding planning and shopping they did, and how their families had all converged to help out. Apparently, they’d been the talk of the town. It made you wonder if he ever missed her, or at least missed Laredo.

It was no secret that you’d come from an immigrant family, one rooted in traditions both good and bad. Well, good and bad by American standards, of course. You couldn’t deny that your parents had noticeably different views from the parents of your friends, nor could you deny that it gave you a window to your family’s heritage. No culture was perfect, free of discrimination, but you could always learn from it. All you could hope was that you weren’t too damaged or different to be with him.

“Is this how you get all your women to go home with you?” you teased, swirling the spoon in the pool of caramel. “You buy them dinner and feed them dessert before sweeping them off their feet?”

Javi shook his head. “Just you,” he replied, his voice like velvet. Shivers ran down your spine at the implication.

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The drive back home was quiet, the two of you donning faint smiles in the darkness. You couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said throughout dinner, the sweet words and touches. It was a different man sitting across from you, one that you normally only saw glimpses of previously.

You bit your lip and looked out the window at the passing buildings, hoping the cool night air would soothe the burning in your cheeks. What did his words mean? Why did he seem so embarrassed when the restaurant lady asked if you were his girlfriend? Were you truly just a work friend to him? If you were, why did he look at you like you hung the stars in the night sky? Why did he watch you with those dark brown puppy eyes that made your insides melt?

“We’re home, hermosa.” Javi’s voice interrupted your chain of thought as he pulled up to the apartment building. Before you could finish unbuckling your seat belt, he was opening the car door for you.

It felt like second nature to walk over to his front door and wait for him to unlock it. But something about it felt different this time, like it was more than just a friendly hangout on a weekend evening.

While Javi turned on a couple lights, you made your way over to his record player and flipped through his various vinyls. “Any music preference tonight?”

He flicked on a lamp. “Anything is fine, Y/N. Your pick.”

The sound of a familiar saxophone blared out from the record player, making him freeze.

You laughed at his startled expression and stopped the music before switching out the George Michael record for Foreigner. “Except this one? Don’t worry, Javi, I know what you like.”

Shaking his head fondly, he sat down on the couch next to you and watched as you scooted closer to rest your head on his shoulder. The lyrics of I Want to Know What Love Is filled the air as you basked in each other’s presence.

“What do you think you’ll do once we catch Escobar?” you asked. Realizing you just brought up work on a weekend, you cringed. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”

Sighing, Javi shifted and replied, “I don’t know. I didn’t exactly let myself leave much behind in Laredo.”

“You have your father and your family ranch,” you suggested, playing with the blanket you’d draped over yourself. “And I’m sure you could find someone to be your sweetheart in the States. After all, you’ll be the man who took down Pablo Escobar.”

“And what about you?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. He tried not to dwell too long on your assumption that he’d want to be with someone from Laredo when he could be with you. “What will the magnificent Y/N L/N do once this is all over?”

You shrugged. “I guess I’ll continue my work in the States. Maybe set up a research lab of my own to study other drugs. And maybe I’ll stop by my parents’ house and see if they’ve forgiven me.”

“Well, if you ever need somebody to tell them how great you are, you know where to find me,” he said, smiling shyly. You felt warm as he continued, “You’re an amazing agent, and an even better friend. Anyone who doesn’t see that can fuck off, in my book.”

You laughed softly at his boldness, even if you knew him well enough that he wouldn’t insult your parents to their face. It was the thought that mattered.

But as you sat there, your hand resting in his and your cheek on his shoulder, you couldn’t help but wish that you could stay like that forever. The early morning drive to work with Javi, the casual lunch breaks, dinners, and late nights all made you wish you were together. You rarely felt like you belonged anywhere, but in his apartment? In his car? His bedroom? You felt safer than you ever did back in your hometown.

“Thank you, Javi,” you murmured, your voice barely audible over the music.

“For what?”

For being there for me, you wanted to say. For seeing the best and worst parts of me without shying away. For making my coffee just the way I like it every day in the office. For staying with me after I woke up in the hospital. For having my back out on raids, and checking my vest to make sure I didn’t forget anything. For listening to me when I go off on tangents about my culture.

“Everything,” you answered softly. “For putting up with me, I guess.”

A smile graced your lips as he slipped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. “Anything for you, mi amor.”

You furrowed your brow and looked up at him from your slouched position. “What did you call me?”

His soft brown eyes met yours, the outer corners crinkled just slightly as he gazed at you. You hadn’t realized how close you were until you could feel his warm breath against your nose. Your eyes trailed from his beautiful eyes down the curve of his nose to his plush lips. Up close, you could see the small crease in the center; it was as if he were perpetually pouting.

“Mi amor?”

Unable to resist the magnetic pull any longer, you and Javi met in the middle. Your lips slotted against each other, a soft sound escaping you as he cupped your cheek and kissed you fervently. His lips were softer than you’d imagined, his mustache tickled your upper lip. You could kiss him all night, if he let you.

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you moved to straddle his legs, hands wandering up from his chest to play with his brown locks. You’d always wondered what it would feel like to run your fingers through it, drawing soft groans from the man beneath you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as you pressed yourself against him.

His arms wrapped around and held you close, the weight of his hand settling on your upper back. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. You gave him one last kiss before pulling away for air, your noses brushing against each other. Smiling, you gave him a peck on the tip of his nose.

“Do you want to stay?” Javi asked, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes searched yours for any sign of regret, of realizing that you’d made a big mistake.

You nodded and leaned in to press your lips to the crease between his brows. “I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me, cariño.”

He hummed softly against your neck, nuzzling his nose against your pulse point. “Is it too late to tell you that I really like you?”

“Maybe,” you replied, sighing as he sucked lightly at your skin. If he left a mark, Murphy would never let you live it down. But somehow, you didn’t care. You ran your fingers through his hair, making it stick up in some places. “But I’d rather you show me instead.”

The walk to his room was well-practiced from your days living with him, but knowing that he was following you made a shiver run down your spine. Everything about his bedroom was familiar, yet new. You wondered if you were dreaming, if this was just another cruel figment of your imagination after a long day of work.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to,” Javi said, wrapping his arms around you from behind when you stopped at the foot of the bed. Your hands covered his, caressing his knuckles. “We could always wait.”

“I don’t want to wait.” You turned around and pulled him into a deep kiss, your hands sliding down to rest on his chest. “I want you, Javi.”

Translations:

“Hola Javier! Hace mucho tiempo que no nos vemos. Quién es ella, tu novia?” Hello Javier! It’s been a long time. Who is this, your girlfriend?

“No no no, ella es una amiga. Nos conocemos del trabajo.” No no no, she’s a friend. We know each other from work.

“Pues, no te molestaré, okey? Cuéntame si necesitas algo.” Well, I won’t bother you, ok? Let me know if you need anything.

“Hermosa” Beautiful

“Cariño” Sweetheart/darling

“Mi amor” My love

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Ok so I know this is like my first post but I’ve been working on it cause a friend did it for their dnd character and I was like this could be fun and give people some insight. Questions wandered as Mecha 1-100

Smell like: oil, sweat, and more recently baby spit-up

Voice: Not many people will understand this fem-V from cyberpunk. Sorta gravely

Motivator: Research mostly. Finding out new things and applying them. More recently though her kid and making a better world for them.

Most embarrassing memory: She doesn’t like to share this story, but when she was younger and moved around with her sister mecha, she was afraid to GO in the woods because she accidentally wandered onto a farmer’s land and was caught pantsless.

How do they react to pain: “ You wanna hit me go ahead, just stay away from the hands and eyes” She can deal with a great deal of physical pain but when it comes to emotions and others she is like a mage named Corren

Wear: Normally throughout the day, she wears her metal armor. Outside of her armor, she wears a simple black dress when relaxing, a work apron while working, and always Always gauntlets and a blindfold

Most positive relationship: THis is difficult because so many of them have done different things, but most probably Corren and her want to be more good like him

The weirdest thing I have ever eaten: Correns cooking

Sleep: “Alister! Corren! Cuddle me!” Yea she will cuddle up with almost any person who trusts and it depends on the person. Alister: Alister is the big spoon and mecha buries herself into his chest and stomach. Corren: Mecha is like a koala to Corren and just hugs onto a single leg.

Favorite food/ kinda food: Vegetables honestly, but also baked goods like bread

Most insecure about: How others see her

Like to wear: adaptable clothing, something that can be used for many different functions and also gotta be able to get dirty and clean when you need it

How do they react to feelings of guilt: Previously they bottled them up, but more and more they are learning to talk to others about that guilt. Ultimately she always feels guilty for something

React to betrayal: Depends on the person buuuttttt, angry, blames themself for part of it, tries to move on quickly

Greatest achievement: MOCHA

Too little sleep: quiet and most likely taking a nap in the skeleton’s arms. That's If she is actually tired. Shel heals fatigue in an instant.

What are they like a drunk: If she drinks and gets drunk and that's a big if she becomes an I love you drunk and we'll just tell everyone what she likes about them before passing out.

Music likes: A lot of Rock and techno music, a little bit of pop only because it fits.

Right or left-handed: She always works with her hammer in her right hand.

Fears: Being completely alone, losing her friends, losing Mocha, destroying the world, the unknown, diseases, being like her mother

Favorite weather: Nice sunny days with a slight breeze

Favorite color: it’s hard because it's between gold and blue

Collect anything: besides random trophies, rocks that she sometimes gives away.

Hot or cold weather: Hot because you can cool down easily.

Eye color: Goldenish/ yellow

Race/ ethnicity: Well Gremlin in Sekrezia, in the real world through it's between Brazilian and Irish

Hair color: Ginger/ red

Happy where they are currently: Nope, not even a little bit. She's upset because she believes she has possibly doomed the world and has actually found someone she can connect with/ has some feeling for and they just keep backsliding her. She also hates that she has to leave her new daughter.

Mounting person: YES!!! Up early to get shit done

Sunrise or sunset: Sunrise is extremely pretty to watch especially when you can but caves are a thing.

Messy or organized: Like myself, it's a chaotic form of organization

Pet peeves: Jumping to conclusions, mistreating machines

Objects of significant importance: Her forge hammer which is like a badge of office saying she is a member of a smithing guild and her evil eye because a really good friend helped her make it.

Least favorite food: The rock she accidentally tried to eat while she was tired delirious one night in a cave.

Least favorite color: Kelly Green. Look it looks like puke, nothing against other greens but this one ugh

Least favorite smell: Decaying flesh

The last time they cried: mhhh a few weeks but it's gonna be soon. Definitely the birth of her child.

Anybody with them: entire party forMochas birth, but other than that Corren and Alistar

The time they got injured: Well getting crushed by a giant cube was bad, the worst injury would probably be getting dragged into lava by her own creation that she loved.

Scars: Nope none so far that are physical. Some mental ones that she's working through.

Mental health issues: Paranoia, Depression, Suicidal thoughts, low self-esteem, PTSD

Bad habits: Shutting everyone else out.

Why might someone dislike her: SHe can be a bit standoffish and definitely hard-headed.

Why might someone love her: He has a big heart for those she cares about, she's smart and also creates a lot of small gifts that aren't for value but personal reasons.

Believe in ghosts: Literally was in a plane of the dead, soooo yes

Anyone they would trust with their life: Corren, Alistar, Torvid, Simple,

Romantically interested in anyone: Spectra, depends on the person. ACE and Demiromantic

Dating/ Married: Complicated is what it is. Yes dating somewhat but it’s not a good relationship

Like surprises: Yes, surprises are nice and add a bit of fun to life. Other than a somewhat surprising pregnancy.

Birthday: I honestly forget but it's their weave day

Celebrate their birthday: Only with those they care about, which is few but some members of the party yes.

Family: Dad is dead, Mom is alive supposedly but she was supposed to be dead, and sister is possibly dead but in a bit of denial about it

Close to their family: Chosen family yes.

MBTI type: ISTP

Zodiac signs: I forget the sekrezian one but in real life Aquarius

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Alignment; Chaotic neutral/ good

Nightmares: Losing the entire party in ways that they caused ore were directly a part of.

View on death: CHanged a lot as their questline has gone on but “Once someone has passed from this world and seen the raven queen and chosen their afterlife that is it, they are at peace and will stay there unless the gods dictate differently. Past a resurrection people should not come back. I have learned this the hard way and watched what happens when you play with death”.

Something they always laugh at: Corren getting flustered and digging himself into holes he can't get out of.

When bored, what do they do: Read a book/ tinker with new experiments

Enjoy the outside: yes, especially new areas where there are unexplored places.

Accent: Somewhat of a german accent but I’m no good at replicating it

Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, the first reaction: “Who left this perfectly good piece of cake here?”

If they knew they were going to die what would they do/ say: Alister: Be a good father to Mocha, Corren: Be a good stepfather to Mocha and make sure Alister stays on the right path, Simple Geoff: didn't like you at first but your apart of my family now, Maple: Live your best life and don't let other people tell you what you can be also given up on revenge it's never as sweet as you think, Lautrec: (Opens box) sorry it took a while, Vlog: “you don't like me, I kinda like you, protect your own but never stop learning and exploring.

Feelings about sex: Mecha doesn’t want sex and feels really uncomfortable with it especially around people she doesn’t know, but around friends, she’s willing to talk about it but will also respect preferences.

Sexuality: questioning, but Grey-ace

Squeamish around blood: Nope “ I saved a man that had a lethal arrow through his neck”

Anything they find gross: Living hair/ hair constructs

TV trope: Reclusive nerd with a big heart

Enjoy helping people: Yes she really likes to help those who need it, but if she believes you can help yourself she will leave you to it.

Allergies: Seasonal/ pollen

Pet: Multiple constructs that range from a skeleton to a walking piece of glass

Quick to anger: No, she has somewhat of a calm head that eventually boils over and then causes a big yelling fight/ random actions such as throwing a stick of dynamite in a graveyard.

How patient is she: Rather patient especially when listening, not the greatest responder though

Good at cooking: Hell yea they are, give them a pan and they'll make you a feast

Favorite insult:” I'm coming for your knees” “Don't make me get the fume engine”

How do they act when happy: Huge grin on their face and they start fidgeting.

What do they do when they learn about others’ fears: Tease them slightly in private but keep the information to themselves.

Trustworthy: yes and very loyal to her friends.

Do they try to hide their emotions: Definitely but not always the greatest at hiding them cause everyone has a great sense of motive.

Exercise regularly: We walk and adventure every day while she carries probably over 25lb of mechanical items so yes.

Comfortable with the way they look: Mhh sometimes, but not always. She really doesn't like that she reminds herself of her sister or that she has distinct eyes.

Features they find attractive on others: Not really features, she's more into personality but she does like people’s eyes.

Personalities they find attractive: Protective, Kind, Smart, honest, loyal.

Do they like sweet foods: definitely into the sweeter things in life,

Age: in sekrezia: 204, equivalent age is like 45-55

Tall or short: 3ft pretty short but and on the shorter side of her race

Glasses or contacts: Nope just a cool ass blindfold and no it's not for BDSM

Consider herself attractive: Nope, not at all. SHes surprised if someone likes her in that way.

Sense of humor: Both dark and sexual but at the same time dad jokes as much as possible. Also random improv she comes up with on the spot, which is slightly me

What mood are they in most often: THe mood of trying to figure out how something works

What angers them: Hurting children, hurting the party, destroying art and machines, using others to your own gain, rape, slavery

Outlook on life: “Life is full of twists and turns. There is never bad without good. Take your time and really think about what you do, but don't forget to also just let go and go wild every now and then.

What makes them sad or depressed: THinking of their family/ friends being gone, children with no home, Mocha growing up alone.

Greatest weakness: Turning the mind against them/ lack of belief in herself and that she is not responsible for the world.

Greatest strength: Open mind and somewhat open heart.

Something they regret: not letting them self grieve for pax in a different way than hunting them down and screwing the world.

Biggest accomplishment: Having a kid

Hope for the future: open an orphanage and continue helping the Fucks make the world at least a little brighter.

#rpg #dnd #personal #source: scatterpatter

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