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ohnej · 5 years

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Masterpost: Naruhina headcanons

As Naruhina is my ultimate OTP out of all ships, I’ve collected plenty of personal headcanons of this dummy-dum-dum couple for years. And finally I’ve decided to make a list out of these HCs and take a look how does this list actually look like.

This list includes both non-smut and smutty HCs of this pairing.

Naruhina headcanons, a period after the Fourth Shinobi world war and before the Last

- After the Fourth Shinobi world war they started getting close to each other and to spend time together, just the two of them

- They, for example, went to farm markets, visited Neji’s, Kushina’s and Minato’s graves, went grocery shopping, Ramen Ichiraku and coffee shops together, visited festivals, looked after Mirai together etc. etc. They always found time to spend time together.

- Also, because of their shared interest in flowers, plants and nature overall, they often went for walks in forests, parks, gardens, you name it

- They always had a lot to talk about, but occasional silence never made them feel awkward – anything but that! It was very comfortable, actually.

- Hinata did visit Naruto’s apartment couple of times, but they were never alone there – there was always some kind of gathering between Rookie 9 going on

- When they hanged out with Rookie 9, the others organized things so Hinata and Naruto were always able to sit side by side

- Naruto teased her by poking her arms and sides - he found it amusing

- Hinata, on the other hand, teased Naruto by pouring drink ultra-slowly into his glass ‘til it frustrated Naruto

- They shared birthday presents with each other

- Naruto’s feelings for Hinata gradually grew to be romantic in this period, but because he actually didn’t understand the concept of romantic love, he wasn’t able to name these developing feelings even though he hadn’t felt the same with anybody else before. The thing is that no one had ever properly taught him what romantic love actually was like nor did he educate himself in that, either. Therefore, he ended up thinking that Hinata was just a very special person to him.

- On the other words, he thought he knew what romantic love was like, so when Naruto started to have those new, seriously romantic feelings for Hinata, he didn’t really know what they were

- Naruto found Hinata sexually attractive and found himself fantasizing about her often

- First time when Naruto complimented her looks, it was as trivial thing as her hands

- Hinata, too, sort of accidentally complimented Naruto’s looks couple of times, but Naruto didn’t think there was any bigger meaning behind those compliments – he thought she said it out of being kind and friendly person over all

- Hinata once came to a thought of Naruto maybe having some sort of feelings towards her, too, but she very quickly denied it to be the case. She found hers and Naruto’s relationship being very much alike with Naruto’s and Sakura’s, and Hinata knew that those two were nothing else but best friends to each other. Therefore, Hinata came to a conclusion that she was nothing else but a good friend to Naruto.

- Naruto found himself wanting and waiting to see Hinata anywhere he went, especially after missions

Naruhina headcanons after the Last

- When they started dating, it was emotionally overwhelming for Naruto to see Hinata being like home in his apartment. It was such an odd, speechless and beautiful sight. After all, Naruto was alone for years, so seeing Hinata doing normal stuff in his home was very meaningful and powerful thing for him.

- Naruto was the one coming up with the idea of getting married. It happened in the morning after a sleepover, when Hinata caught Naruto watching her sleeping next to him in his bed.

“I think we should get married”

“I think so, too”

- Sure, the proposal happened very shortly after them being officially a couple, but he knew whole-heartedly that Hinata was the one for him, so he found the idea of waiting unnecessary, even idiotic.

- They didn’t mind giving Hinata’s father the power to plan the wedding ceremony. What was the most important thing for Naruto and Hinata was that their loved ones were there - and that they would finally have each other.

- Boruto was a ”planned mistake” (”if it happens, it happens, baby is welcomed”) and Himawari was planned. Getting pregnant with Hima took a lot more time and money than with Boruto.

- Hinata never huffs at Naruto, but when she gave birth to Boruto, she said ”you’re breathing too loud” to Naruto. Naruto still teases her about it.

- When Hinata gave birth to both Boru and Hima, Naruto felt the same feelings as when she fought with Pain - it was hard for Naruto to see Hinata in pain while he couldn’t do anything to ease what she was going through - he felt helpless

- Both times when he got his kids in his arms for the first time, he was absolutely terrified it was all just a dream

- Hinata named Boruto, Naruto named Himawari

- Like every couple, they argue, too. When they argue, they don’t shout or raise their voices to each other, but if they do, the other one will always point that out. But, on the other hand, silent treatment is rather common, especially on Hinata’s part. Unfortunately.

- Naruto is better in strategic and logical games. Hinata, on the other hand, in games which need good memory and general knowledge.

- Naruto can be a little jealous, not often tough, but he’s not possessive over Hinata. He calms down quickly after a sincere talk with Hinata of why he has nothing to worry about.

- Hinata is a talented singer and Naruto loves listening her singing and humming

- They sleep in different beds, because Hima, earlier Boruto, too, sleeps in the same bed with Hinata. This is okay with them, because kids’ wellbeing is their nro 1 priority.

- They’re both interested in or at least follow politics. He often talks about politics with Hinata, because it helps him getting a little wider perspective to things, which is also helpful for his job as the Hokage

- Naruto is good at buying presents

- He’s also a good keeping speeches, telling stories and at languages

- Hinata desided to stay at home with kids, because she wanted to give their children a childhood she and Naruto never had

- Himawari has been very patient, well-behaving and understanding towards her dad, his work and absence - this actually worries both Hinata and Naruto, because they’re afraid that Hima hides her true feelings

- They’re actively in touch when Naruto’s working

- Even though Hinata is mostly a stay-at-home mom, she is still very much needed at Hyuga compound as a spokes person and representative, because she is better at working in conflicted situations than her sister because of her calmness and rationality - she’s been suggested to go in politics, even

- Hinata understood what Naruto’s inauguration as the Hokage would mean to them – him not being able to be with his family, that is. She prepared herself for it for years and came to fully accept the inevitable situation (after all, she knew who she was marrying). But what was still hard for her to bear was how it affected on their children and Naruto.

Naruhina smutty headcanons

- Naruto felt so nervous during their first make-out-session, that it was Hinata who took the lead

- Hinata was raised to wait till marriage, but she couldn’t keep that – once when they were making out, the mood took them, and they went all the way

- Their first time was very passionate. They felt like it was something they’ve been doing for ages - it felt that right and natural for both of them.

- After their first time Hinata was in shock, because she never thought she could actually do that. She didn’t feel guilty, tho. She felt blissful and happy it happened.

- Seeing, feeling and hearing her reacting to his touch so passionately meant a lot to Naruto, and it was something that both turned him on and made him speechless; and still does, actually

- Hinata is very self-confident in bed, which puts Naruto over his knees

- They prefer being equals in bed, but you could still say Naruto tends to be in a submissive role more often than Hinata, while Hinata is the leading one

- ... that being said, Naruto enjoys seeing Hinata pegging and Hinata loves being sub

- Because Hinata can deep throat, face fuck is part of their rougher sex life

- ... and so is anal sex

- Hinata has made out with Naruko. She enjoyed it.

- They’ve done it in the Hokage office. Obviously.

- They’ve had sex also on top of the Hokage Rock

- Naruto’s shadow clones have made Hinata very, very happy several times

- Hinata could never go all the way with Naruto’s shadow clone alone. A few times, though, when Naruto sent his shadow clone home for a reason or another, she made out with it (passionate kisses, stroking cock) and made it disappear to hint Naruto, that he has a horny wife waiting for him when he comes home from work.

- Before having kids, sex in the kitchen happened rather often

- Pregnant Hinata was a huge kink for Naruto

- Because of Naruto being busy as the Hokage, they cannot have sex as much as they want or need, so they need some creativity and prioritization to find time for it. Quickie in the hallway against the wall in the middle of the night is quite familiar way to do it.

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bourbonboredom · 5 years

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A Reason To Believe Chapter 4

Being an undercover officer is a perilous job and Flip Zimmerman knows this far too well. He keeps his romantic life limited to one-night stands, never letting anyone get too close. That all starts to change when he meets a vivacious Jewish woman named Elle just as he’s about to take on a seriously dangerous undercover job; infiltrating the KKK. Elle and his undercover work make him question things he’d never thought to before and challenge him to see the world, and himself, in a whole new light.

A Flip x OC Fic

Word Count: 4,743

Warnings: none

Still don't know what I was waitin' for And my time was runnin' wild A million dead end streets and Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet So I turned myself to face me But I've never caught a glimpse How the others must see the faker I'm much too fast to take that test

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It had been a week and a half since Rosh Hashanah. A week and a half since dinner at Elle’s, and Flip was just finishing up the last of the leftovers. He’d eaten it most nights for dinner, the Tupperware slowly leaving its shelf in the fridge for the sink once emptied of its contents. He figured he should bring the last of it for lunch though, and so he stood in the break room at work on his lunch break, heating up the meal in the microwave as his coworkers moved around him. Most were at their desks, but some lingered in the room waiting for the coffee pot to finish brewing the latest pot.

"Nice Tupperware Zimmerman," His partner, Jimmy, teased as pointed to the pink plastic lid. "Did you buy that yourself? Taking a break from plaid?"

"I borrowed it actually, your wife's been taking good care of me while you've been working late," He was used to having his coworkers shit talk one another, himself included. Jimmy just brushed it off with a chuckle.

"So you're seeing someone then? Does she know she's not getting her Tupperware back?" He asked.

"Oh, I think she will be,"

"You know that means you gotta see her again, right?"

"Yeah, that is generally how that works," He rolled his eyes.

"Flip Zimmerman, are you telling me you're dating someone?" The corners of Jimmy’s mouth turned up into a shit-eating grin as he spoke.

Flip shrugged his shoulders in response, willing the microwave to hurry up so he can leave.

"It's about time you joined the rest of us, can't be a bachelor for forever," He slapped his shoulder and walked out of the room, whistling a David Bowie song as he went.

He'd been the resident bachelor of the office for a while now, most of his coworkers were married and having kids, or already divorced. He'd listen to them complain about their lives and how hard it was sometimes and joke about trading places with Flip.

He shrugged it off, being married didn't sound to bad. It was way too early to think about anything like that with Elle though. And she said she was a feminist, did she even want to get married? He walked back to his desk and began to eat the last of the leftovers, trying to push any thoughts of matrimony out of his mind. It became increasingly hard though after eating a few bites, the leftovers tasted just as good as the first night. His mom always told him to find someone who could cook.

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Flip wasn't thrilled about having stakeout duty that night. It was sprung on him earlier that day by Chief Bridges, much to his displeasure. He attempted to call Elle at home, let her know he wouldn't be able to break fast with her for Yom Kippur like they planned. He gave up after about ten rings, she didn't seem to be in a hurry to pick up. He tried to recall if this was a holiday where she wasn't supposed to be using a phone, but couldn't remember. He'd make it up to her that night, bring her takeout or something. If he got off at a reasonable hour.

He and his partner were going to be helping a rookie infiltrate a rally, which was pretty slow work compared to the last few cases he was on. But at least he wouldn't be the one having to physically be in the action, he could listen from the comfort of his car, monitoring what came through the wire.

The rookie, Ron, had been working in the records room up until that day. He was the first, and only, black cop in the whole city. He admired the guy for that, but he was still pretty green to be out working on the street. But seeing as the rally was being led by a former black panther it's not like they had a ton of options in undercover officers.

He and Jimmy sat in his car across the street, listening to Ron flirt with a girl outside the venue. They shared a look of mild annoyance, hoping he wouldn't forget what he was there for. Thankfully, when it was time to listen he got every word of the speech on tape.

It was a powerful speech, he could admit it to himself. He didn't really get everything that was being said, but there was a lot of charisma and force behind the words. Once the speaker started mentioning the crowd should arm themselves against police, he felt a little funny. He didn't want to think he was a bad guy for his profession. Sure he'd seen other cops do bad things, even cops in his own precinct, but he didn't think everyone should be punished for it. He thought about it on the drive back to the station, but kept it to himself.

After debriefing the chief, he could finally head home for the evening. Luckily, he was out the door by 10:30, early enough that Elle would probably still be awake. He drove the route to her place, stopping at his favorite Chinese place to pick up some egg rolls and fried rice. He placed it in the passenger seat, listening to the radio and enjoying a cig while he drove.

He parked in front of her apartment, circling around back to take the clean plastic tubs out of his trunk and stack it with the takeout bins. He looked up at her apartment window to see it dark. He frowned to himself and extinguished his cig on the pavement. Surely she wasn't asleep already, did she go out somewhere? Did she give up on him at sundown and go out to get her own food? A twinge of guilt ran through him at the possibility. Maybe he should have tried to call her again.

Just as he was about to retreat back to his car he heard his name being called from down the street. He turned to see Elle walking toward him, in uniform. Her hair was down and nurses' cap in hand.

"Hey Trouble," He called back.

"Hey Zimmerman," She greeted as she stopped in front of him. She looked dead on her feet.

"I thought you weren't supposed to work today?"

"I wasn't. But they were seriously short staffed, I had to go in to cover for people," She didn't sound too happy about it.

"How does that work though? You aren't supposed to work. Did you eat anything then?" He was suddenly alarmed that she could have been fasting on the job.

"I had some crackers once sundown hit, I didn't have time to run out and get food after. I just wanted to get home as fast as possible-" she started.

Her eyes began to widen in realization halfway through her sentence, she let out a gasp.

"I didn't call you to tell you! Oh shit I'm so sorry, were you waiting here the whole time?!"

"No, I was held back at work, I just got here. Come on, I have takeout, you need to get some food in you," He placed his hand on her lower back and they walked toward her building.

They made their way upstairs in silence. He watched as her feet fell heavily onto the steps of the staircase, seemingly out of pure exhaustion. He also noticed she wasn't wearing the nurses' uniform from the last time he saw her in work clothes. The dress had been replaced with a long shirt and a pair of white slacks. They looked good on her, and seemed far more practical than a dress.

She opened the door to her apartment and collapsed onto the couch in her living room, prying her shoes off her feet. Flip went to the kitchen to put the Tupperware down and called to her.

"You good with egg rolls and fried rice?" He asked.

"That sounds so perfect right now," She groaned. He could have sworn he heard her stomach growl as she spoke.

"You need to eat," He called back, opening the containers and fishing out some silverware from her drawers. "Don't worry about taking too much, you need it more than I do,"

"You're the best," she all but moaned. He tried to ignore how those words made him feel.

"So what happened today that you needed to go in?" He asked.

He was met with an exasperated sigh before she began to speak,

"It's a long story. Somehow the scheduling got messed up. One of the secretaries was getting married and a bunch of the nurses are either bridesmaids or were invited and so there was basically no one there today. And that would have been fine but our patient intake was way up today, some early virus going around. I tried telling them that it was a holiday when they called but they just sounded so overwhelmed and I would have felt guilty for not coming in. It was chaotic today but we made it work. The fucking doctors were no help though."

"Remind me not to go to your hospital then," he smirked, bringing the takeout over to her.

She gratefully accepted, kissing him on the cheek as thanks as he sat next to her on the couch.

Unless you come in wearing my uniform you'll be fine. The issue was that I got in trouble for my uniform even though it's totally okay according to the employee handbook," she said between mouthfuls of eggroll.

"What? How'd that happen?"

"Well, I was looking over the dress code because I'm sick of trying to work in that damn dress and it says women can wear pants. So I went to the uniform station and spoke to the ladies to see if they had any extras laying around. And they told me they never had any to begin with! Which is crazy because if it's in the handbook we really should have it,”

“So I went to the store and bought my own pattern and fabric and made the uniform exactly to the specifications of the handbook. Using my own money, by the way, and I wore it to work today. The girls I worked with loved it, a few asked to borrow the patten, but then one of the doctors I work with told me it was inappropriate and he wouldn't work with me because the patients would find it distracting!"

"That's frustrating," he commented, taking a bit of his own egg roll.

"Oh, that's not even the end of it," she continued, holding up her index finger. "So I told him I was up to code and he couldn't say anything. And so he spent the rest of the day undermining me in front of the patients. Even when he was wrong! But it's not like I can correct him because patients always believe the doctors over us. And then I had to stay late for an emergency case. This guy was so drunk his blood might as well have been whiskey. So we revive him and once he comes to the first thing he does is grab my ass! And the fucking doctor says it my fault because of my uniform! So I'm working on a holiday, fucking starving the whole time, and I'm getting fucked over by my staff and groped! I’m not even supposed to be there!"

"That's fuckin’ shitty," he sympathized.

She threw up her hands as if to say ‘don’t I fucking know it’ before going back to eating.

"So that was my day, how was yours?"

"Pretty calm, lots of paperwork," He said as he settled into the plush fabric of the couch. He wasn't about to share his work with her fully, most was classified anyway.

"Wanna trade? I'm sure you could figure out how IVs work," She teased.

"I could accidentally stick that doctor with a needle," He teased back.

"I don't think that'd go over well. He's been there for a long time, and doesn't seem to think any of the nurses can do their job. Even though we've had to correct his work more than a few times. He once prescribed a patient a dose that could've sent her into diabetic shock," She grumbled.

"You can do his job better, and in heels," He smiled, placing a hand on her thigh, "And you look better doing it too I bet,"

"You flatter me," She put her hand on top of his and gave it a squeeze. "That takeout was delicious by the way, I might have to keep you around just for that,"

"I'm not the best at cooking, but I do know the best takeout places around," He laughed.

"I can show you how to make some stuff, cooking isn't really that hard. Just takes some time,"

"I'd like that Elle," He said, letting her rest her head in his lap, her legs curling on the arm rest.

"So did you really just do paperwork today? Are you holding out on me with juicy police stories?" She asked, looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

"That's confidential," He smiled down at her.

"Ooh, so serious," She furrowed her brow before laughing. "I get it, don't worry,"

"I'm glad. You know there's gonna be stuff I'm not going to be able to talk about. Right?"

"Ten-four, Zimmerman," She saluted. "But you do look a little dazed. Like you're thinking about something. I'm here if you wanna talk ever,"

He was silent for a beat. He wanted to open up to her, but he didn't want to bring work home with him as well. He decided talking about the issue as if it was someone else's might work best.

"One of the guys in the office was around for the Charmichael rally tonight over on the other side of town. He'd heard his speech and a lot was aimed at overthrowing police officers and making threats against us. It all seemed a little dramatic," He said hesitantly.

"That sounds a little scary. Do you think they'd do that?" She asked, letting him thread his fingers through her hair absentmindedly.

"No. Maybe. I don't know. I don't think it sounded serious from what I heard, but hearing that a whole group of people want you dead isn't great,"

"I don't think everyone does. Not everyone in every movement is going to come from the same place. I mean, did Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X agree on how to achieve black liberation?" She reasoned.

"No. But it seems like this group was more for Malcolm X,"

"Doesn't mean everybody is. Look at women's lib. People can barely agree on anything. It's a wonder we get anything done at all,"

"Really?" He didn't know anything about that.

"Oh yeah. There are so many schools of thought and so many opinions it's hard to keep track. You get women who want to burn their bras and the congress building, and women who think we should be as appealing to men as much as possible to get stuff done, and everything in between,"

"Have you burned any bras recently?"

"Mmmm, not since college," she winked at him. Cheeky.

"But you all want the same thing, right? So why can't anyone agree?"

"I mean, it's hard to explain. We all want equality, yeah. But different people have different ideas of what that looks like. I'm sure it's the same with the black liberation movement. There were plenty of Afro American women who felt left out of the big organizations back in New York. And lesbians. Equality looks different for them than it does for just your average housewives. And ignoring that can divide people,"

"I suppose you're right," He started thinking about the station and the people who worked there. "We had exclusively white male officers until about a month ago. We have a rookie on the force now. A black man. Some of the officers haven’t been very welcoming,"

"He's probably having a hard time, huh? It's hard to be the different one. especially when you’re the only different one," She adjusted her head in his lap, making sure he didn’t pull his hand away from her hair.

"I think he'll be okay, he's working hard. He'll fit in soon,"

"I hope so, but what does he think of all this? Does he know it won't always be this way for him? I can't imagine it's easy, especially with the officers giving him a hard time like you said,"

"I guess so. I've heard some comments about him from some officers. Some don't seem to think he should be there, that he's only there for diversity,"

"Is that true? Did he pass the same tests and standards that got you there? Or any other officer?"

"Yeah, and I didn't say I agreed with them," He felt the need to defend himself from her line of questioning.

"Did anyone ever give you shit about being Jewish? Can't imagine the department is overflowing with us,"

"It's not. And I don't really talk about it so I'm not sure if anyone really knows besides my partner. It doesn’t exactly come up in conversation," He explained. "Is it just you and your coworker at your job?"

"Yeep," She popped the p. "And people have been kind enough to mind their business here, but past jobs haven't been as gracious. And let me tell you, working in a place where you don't feel wanted sucks,"

"So what now then? The rookie might not enjoy being the rookie, what can be done?"

"Treat him like anyone else. You guys treat each other like brothers right? The force is a fraternity. So if someone's giving him shit, be a brother and stick up for him,"

"Maybe you should do some motivational speaking at the station," His lips held a faint smile.

"I'll hold a syringe when I do it, see if they jump higher than you did," She teased, cuddling closer to him. "And for the record, I think it's great that the CSPD is making an effort to be more diverse. Might eventually ease out some of the racism in this town,"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I just mean having an all white police force but a diverse civilian population is kinda strange isn't it? It's not exactly balanced,"

"The guys hired were hired because they were the best at the job," He defended.

"So the fact that you have your first black officer in 1972 is completely separate from the fact that the civil rights movement was less than a decade ago," Her eyebrow raised, clearly up for a debate.

"The police are there to protect citizens, were just doing our job,"

"Uh huh, that's what the police said in Germany too while upholding racist laws. Even before the war began, they openly discriminated against Jews. Did you know we weren't considered citizens after 1938? And before that, we couldn't open businesses or marry any goyim. Based on us being labeled as a different race. Just because something is a law doesn't mean it's just,"

"Yeah but that's Germany in Wold War II, everyone knows the Germans were awful-"

"Flip, listen. My parents gave up everything to get to America. They had to leave their family and friends, most of their possessions, and their almost all of their money, just to get out of a country that didn't even see them as human beings. They were harassed by police the whole way, and when they came to America it wasn't much different. They stopped speaking German because during the war people would call them traitors, they stopped speaking Yiddish in public so people would stop calling them dirty kikes. That lived in one of the poorest neighborhoods in the city, a place where police would sometimes take hours to arrive after being called because no one wanted to go there. And honestly, after 30 years, not much has changed. Police can be racist, they're just people at the end of the day and people have their own agendas. Not to accost your job, but you have to realize that to some extent."

He thought about her words, contemplating all she had said. It's hard to think what you stand for could be wrong. There were people on the police force who had messed up, hurt people on the job, but the brotherhood did their best to protect their own. It's a hard job and they tried to assume the best of people in their ranks. He didn't know things like that had happened in Germany. Sure, he learned about the holocaust but no one in his family had been though it. His family came from Russia in the late 1800s, they'd been in America for generations at this point. He'd never bothered to ask why they moved here, now he wondered if there was an underlying problem that spurred it.

"I understand what you're saying," He said carefully, his hand stilling in her hair.

"That's all I need," She spoke softly, untangling his hand from her dark curls so she could hold it. "I don't hate your job, or your coworkers, or even police. But I think it's important to acknowledge that there is a certain type of power that comes with enforcing the law that can be abused,"

"No you're right. And this is very much just a job for me. I'm not looking to take any moral high ground with anything I do,"

"Does that mean I can punch that doctor without you arresting me?" She changed the conversation to a lighter note, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Hmmm I think that's a little out of my jurisdiction," His hand dragged down to her covered thigh, giving her a little squeeze. "I do like the pants though, for the record,"

"They're just better!" She exclaimed. "I don't have to worry about bending over or running. The dress is so impractical, I always thought so. Did I tell you I got kicked out of high school for a week for wearing pants?"

It never applied to him but he remembers always seeing girls wearing dresses and skirts to school, pants were strictly forbidden for girls. He smiled at the thought of Elle walking the streets of NYC in broad daylight after being sent home.

"What a little rule breaker. I really got myself a troublemaker huh?" He pulled her up so she could sit on his lap.

"But you love it," She mused, hands running over his shoulder holster as she straddled his lap.

"I do,"

It was her lips that met his this time, her hands tangling in his hair in a way that would undoubtedly give him a few cowlicks. That could be worried about later though. All thoughts melted from his mind as her fingers ran lightly across his scalp. He caught himself letting out a small sigh at the sensation. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been touched like that.

Her weight across his lap shifted as she eased her body closer to his, deepening the kiss. His hands found their way to rest at her waist. Her pants certainly made it easier for her to straddle him.

Her fingers found their way to the top button of his shirt, working it open as she planted kisses to his jaw. A few more buttons were released, her mouth dropping lower to pepper his neck and collarbone. He felt himself growing stiff in his jeans, the familiar headiness of lust taking over his brain.

Elle had felt him too, giving him a knowing smile as she ground down on his lap. His head tipped back until it landed on the wood paneling behind him and he let out a low groan. His hands dropped lower, cupping her ass through the tight fabric of her uniform before tugging the shirt up to find her fly.

He pulled her back into a kiss, working to pry open the buttons on the front of her uniform, her smooth skin revealing itself bit by bit to him. Finally, they were undone enough for him to tug the sleeves down her shoulders, her bra coming into full view. It was white, basic, practical. But it didn't really matter. She was gorgeous, and very encouraging. As she shrugged her shoulders to slip her uniform down, her breasts pressed together. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes and a small smile.

"Like what you see?"

"Very much," his voice reverberated in his chest as he spoke lowly. He drew his hands up her body before resting right under her bra.

"You could spend the night if you wanted," She rested a hand on the buckle of his belt, her palm pressed against his.

God, he wanted to say yes. Here he was, this gorgeous woman sitting in his lap, hand on his belt, ready and willing. How could he say no?

But he knew he had to say no.

This was moving fast. Which he was used to, usually he wanted fast. To get the job done and then move on. But he wanted to take his time with her, he didn't want to wake up in the morning and know he might never see her again. He wanted to make that clear to her, without sounding like a sissy.

"Maybe another night, Elle," He murmured.

Her face fell slightly, before pulling herself together again. She cleared her throat and started to pull herself off his lap, clearly embarrassed. He stopped her before she could move away.

"I'm not used to this," He admitted.

She waited for him to continue.

"Lets say I've had a lot of first dates, but they never make it passed the next morning," He tries to explain. "It's been a while for me, since I wanted to stick around past breakfast. And I do. Want to stick around with you, I mean. If you want me to,"

She gave him a half smile before giving him a gentle kiss. She rested her forehead on his, their noses bumping together.

"I'd like if you stuck around. We can take it slow if you want, just have a couple dates, hang out. I won't rush it. To tell the truth, i usually am too exhausted to do anything but sleep when I come home anyway,"

He chuckled, helping her shrug her uniform back up her shoulders, her bra being concealed once more as she buttoned herself up.

"I'm the same way. We have demanding jobs. But I'm willing to see if we can work this out if you are,"

"I am," She remained seated in his lap, hands running across the leather straps of his holster. “More than willing, if that’s not too forward,”

“You’re straddling my lap and I just got to second base with you, I think we’re past forward,” He smirked.

A laugh bubbled up from her throat, the genuine sound of it making him laugh too.

“Point taken,” She got up from his lap and walked across the room to throw out the empty takeout containers.

He figured he should head back soon, they both had a long day and could use some rest. His eyes flitted over to the clock, taking account of the time before his concentration was broken by her voice.

“I know its late, but I think I’m gonna watch The Late Movie before I turn in. You’re welcome to stay. I’ll keep my hand to myself, I swear,” She put her hands up by her head before turning the dial on the television set.

His mouth twisted into a half-smile. He could spare an extra hour or so, especially for her. He patted the spot next to him on the couch and she settled down next to him. He guided her head to rest on his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist. She smiled up at him before turning to catch the beginning of the film.

They sat in comfortable silence as the intro music began. Elle watched the movie intently, and Flip watched Elle. He couldn’t remember the last time he hung out with a girl after dark and it didn’t end in someones bedroom. It was definitely a change for him, but it was one he was welcome to.

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NOTES

-Here’s what I imagined the Tupperware would look like. Big square containers with pink lids!

-Yom Kippur is the day of atonement after Rosh Hashanah. You are supposed to fast and reflect upon your wrong doings from the past year. This article explains things pretty simply. It would be, in fact, a day when Elle wouldn’t be answering her phone if she was home. Also, even though Elle is on the Reform end of Judaism and she’s far from her family and is separated from a community like she had back in NYC, she is still pretty determined to keep with tradition even if its just her in her tiny apartment. It’s fucked up that she felt she had to go in to work, but being part of a minority religion (especially in a predominately Christian place like Colorado Springs) can be trying. I know I’ve felt obligated to work a few holidays in the past (working on being more assertive about that at my present job).

-Nurse’s Uniforms: Pants for women was becoming much more acceptable in the 1970s workplace. Uniform pants would have just started to become a thing for nurses, and I’m sure people put up a fuss about it (because what else can be expected honestly). Let Elle wear pants! Also, getting kicked out of high school for wearing pants is inspired by this badass photo. Its from the 40′s, but women in the 60′s still couldn't wear pants to school in some places.

-Sexual harassment in the workplace (and everywhere else) was even more “normal” that it is today. The term “sexual harassment” was even credited with being invented until the mid-70s. It would be unlikely Elle would be taken seriously by any higher ups, a lot of women had to suck it up and deal with it (I absolutely do not endorse this, I advocate for shaming and making a scene if you feel comfortable with it).

-Goyim is plural for goy, which just means you’re not Jewish (and is not derogatory despite what dictionary.com has to say!)

-Elle was referring to the Nuremberg Laws in Germany when talking about her parents. They would have been subjected to a lot of laws as Jews living in Germany pre-WWII, and got out basically at the very last minute. Wikipedia explains the laws here. It’s honestly kind of weird writing a character in her position. You see a lot of literature about the actual holocaust with Jewish characters, but I didn’t find a lot of stuff about the next generation and how growing up in the 60s/70s/80s would be for them. If anyone has anything they’d like to share, I’d love to hear stories! I can only learn so much from my own family, and love to hear the experiences of others!

-I’ve said it before, but New York City in the 70s was a dumpster fire. Elle loves her city but it was really not a super safe place at the time.

-Flip’s family came in the late 1800s from Russia, meaning his family was probably escaping the Pogroms.

-The CBS Late Movie

-I really don’t think Flip would be too aware of racial situations before this KKK case. He has that quote where its ‘just a job’ to him. I don’t think he would take much consideration in to the issues people take with police, but I don’t think he would be closed off to listening to people talk about it. Also, let’s face it, the majority of people in the 1970s were still kinda homophobic. Even if he didn’t hate gay people (for my sake, were gonna say he’s fine with it) I think he’d still be susceptible to using offensive terms every once and a while, like sissy.

Thanks for reading, I know this chapter isn’t super interesting. Gotta get that character building in there, and get Flip to consider his career and how other view it!

#flip zimmerman #flip x reader #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x oc #artbmasterlist

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justanoutlawfic · 5 years

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The Guardians: What Happened?

Summary: Robin tells Regina what happened the night of their blind date.

Mentions of alcoholism and infant death in this chapter.

Also on AO3

Regina had to admit, it was a lot harder to hate Robin now that they were living under one roof. Before Neal and Emma died, they were equal opportunity jerks to one another. They’d give jabs as good as they got, sometimes it’d raise to bickering but never more. Regina never felt guilty about it because they could still be in the same room when the time called for it and it wasn’t like he didn’t give what he put out.

Since they moved in together, though, he was tame. He did his fair share with Henry and the housework. He stuck to the schedule they had created to give them both a little free time. Once, Regina had even needed him to take Henry last minute when she had an emergency with one of her patients and he had been more than happy to oblige. She had been expecting at least a little fight, but there wasn’t so much as an exaggerated eye roll.

Regina definitely came off looking like the asshole and she didn’t like it. She realized that she had spent so long hating him, for one bad date. Since then, he hadn’t done anything to make her life more challenging. He was adjusting to their situation and trying to be civil. Regina was the one that couldn’t cope.

So, she did her best to play nice. She was naturally sarcastic, she got that from her mother’s side, but their jabs were more playful than anything. Regina even found herself smiling around him some days. One night, they even gave Henry a bath together.

After he was tucked into bed, Regina decided to broach a subject she hadn’t wanted to discuss with him when she wasn’t sure where they were as co-parents. Now, it just felt wrong to leave him out of it.

“Henry’s birthday is in a month,” she said.

Robin blinked a couple of times, obviously caught a bit off guard. She couldn’t blame him. That meant that it had been a whole month since Emma and Neal died. One month since they had begun their co-parenting. Between taking turns with a fussy baby-Henry had reverted from sleeping through the night since the accident-and work, time had really flown by.

“It’s not that I forgot, just…”

“With everything going on, I haven’t had time to think about it myself.” Regina bit her lip. “Emma had been planning this backyard thing. Neal was hiring a bouncy castle, they were going to have Granny’s Diner cater. Emma had told me about it, but I forgot until the landline got a call today about the castle.” She paused for a moment. “I told them to go ahead with it. I hope that’s okay.”

“Henry should have a good first birthday, even if we’re still adjusting to this whole parenting thing.”

“Great. I’ll drop off the invitations tomorrow.”

“Let me guess, Emma had those all worked out too?”

“She wasn’t very organized except for when it came to him.”

“Neal was the same way.”

An awkward silence filled them. They didn’t talk about much outside Henry, especially not about the friends they lost. As a psychologist, Regina knew that was bad. Out of everyone, they were the only ones that knew how the other felt. They had lost two people in their lives that had been their family. Neither had much in the way biological wise. Robin’s parents were dead and Regina wasn’t close to her mother and sister. Cora hadn’t even called Regina since the funeral. They had lost two members of their chosen family and it hurt, more than they could ever describe.

Regina chose not to say anything about that, instead she brought up the question that she had in her mind for the past 6 years. “Why were you so weird on our date?”

Robin laughed, shaking his head. “Seriously?”

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. You’ve been so great and I’ve been well, a jerk to put it kindly.” She folded her arms over her chest. “For the best interest of Henry, we have to move forward and try to get along better.”

“Is that your psych speech?”

“If it was my psych speech, you’d pay me by the hour.”

“Touché.”

Regina gave him a look as if to say go on and Robin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He gestured for her to sit on the couch and followed suit once she did.

“You know I was married before, right? To Marian?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Well, during our marriage, we found out we were having a baby. A little girl. We were so excited.”

“You have a child?”

“We had a child,” Robin corrected. “When Marian was about 20 weeks, we went in for a scan and found out that the baby didn’t have a brain.’

Regina felt her stomach drop and suddenly she felt guilty for bringing this up. “Robin…”

“Please, let me continue. They gave us a choice. Carry to term or deliver, either way it wouldn’t matter because she wouldn’t live longer than a few hours.”

Regina’s hand flew over her mouth and Robin looked as though he wanted to break, but he pressed on.

“Anyway,” he waved off the emotion on his face. “After that, things were hard. Marian and I didn’t have the best of marriages to begin with. We loved each other sure, but there was always something missing. I had to go on the road for work after that and the more I called Marian, the more times she’d answer drunk. She swore she never had a problem. Eventually, things just got too had and we agreed it’d be best to divorce. Still, we remained friends. We were the only ones that knew what it was like to go through what we did.”

“Of course,” Regina whispered.

“So, Marian would still call me every so often, drunk off her ass. I tried to get her help, as did our other friends and her family. We couldn’t convince her. The night we went out…it was our daughter’s birthday.”

“Oh my God.”

“I was fine, I don’t like being alone on it, so I figured our date would be a good way to take my mind off of it. Marian chose to get drunk and she was the one that was blowing up my phone that night.”

Regina frowned. “Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

“Because it’s a long, personal story and not exactly first date material. I thought if you knew my ex was still so close to me, it’d be a turn off. Would it have been?”

Regina squirmed a bit in her seat. “Well…I don’t know.”

That was honest. Leopold had been obsessed with his dead wife, but that was a bit different. She had never been int hat situation before. A part of her wanted to think she’d be okay with it, but the other knew she’d probably want to wait to be in a relationship with Robin until Marian wasn’t so dependent on him.

Robin nodded, as if to say he had made his point. “Besides, after that you and I blew up about something else all-together. Neal tried to tell me to tell you after, but I just didn’t see the point. Even if I did, we both said some pretty dumb things that night.”

Regina winced at the memory. “Yeah, we did.” There was another moment of silence between the two of them. “Is Marian better now?”

“Yes. After that night, I got firm with her. It took some time, but she finally got some help. She’s been sober 5 years now. Remarried, with a kid of her own.”

“That’s great.”

“It is.”

“Given what you’ve gone through…I’m really surprised you agreed to take on Henry with me,”

“It wasn’t easy, but I realized that he needed me and maybe I needed him too.”

“He adores you, Robin. His eyes light up whenever you walk into a room.”

“They do not.”

“They do.”

Robin softly smiled. “He’s pretty amazing.”

Regina’s eyes flickered to the family portrait of Emma, Neal and Henry on the wall. It had been taken when he was just a few weeks old. They were both smiling down at their son as if he hung the moon. God, they had loved him so much.

“What are we going to tell him one day? About them?”

“That they loved him and yet were crazy enough to leave him to us.”

Regina rolled her eyes. Their sappy moment was truly over. “I’m serious.”

“I don’t know. You’re the child psychologist. What would you tell yourself if you were a patient?”

“To be honest. To talk about them, but not be obsessive so he wouldn’t think that we didn’t want him.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

Regina looked back at the photo. She realized in that moment, that she and Robin shared something else. Given his own past and the loss of his daughter, he had admitted it had been hard to take on Henry. It had been for Regina too. Not the day to day aspect, but the fact that she was going to be his mother. She couldn’t just be “Aunt Regina”, no, she was now his mom. She was taking Emma’s place. He’d never remember his biological parents, just Regina and Robin.

How was that at all fair?

#the guardians verse #outlaw queen #outlaw queen au

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tenebrificwriting-blog · 7 years

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RFA+Saeran and V with pick up lines (really long)

“I was reading bad pick up lines to my SO and thought of this little idea for the RFA crew (and the tag alongs).

Yoosung:

“I must be dead cause right now I’m staring at heaven”

He’d been playing LOLOL when you’d broke out some crappy pickup line you’d read online. He hadn’t been paying full attention (it was raid night, but he can never ignore you entirely) so you kind of sat back and watched the “dots connect” so to speak.

When the sweet summer child finally realized what the heck you’d just said, his whole body froze for a second. You got concered for a minute, wondering if your teasing had finallly broke him when he finally turned to face you (his raid group screaming could be heard throughout his apartment). His face was bright red and you couldn’t hold in the giggles as he just stuttered to you in a bit of shock. It took his brain a couple seconds to calm himself and respond with:

“If this is heaven y-you must be an angel”

He just put his head in his hands and groaned while you sat on the couch laughing.

Zen:

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Cause you’re hot.”

Zen was supposed to be practicing his lines for a new play. He’d been lamenting over the fact it was Shakespear; all the fancy wording and heavy costumes weren’t exactly his favorite (”Babe you don’t understand, in those costumes no one can see my amazing body!”)

As per usual, you’d offered to help him with his script, but started getting kind of antsy during a particularly long monologue. It was true Zen’s acting was almost entrancing, and during preformances where’d you’d heard him practice the script a thousand different time, you still couldn’t tear your eyes away from the stage.

But right now, he wasn’t acting. He was simply reading off the lines while pacing up and down the living room. He’d finished his speech and waited patiently for you to read off the next next one when you’d hit him with that horrific line.

The way he stopped pacing and kind of blinked at you for a moment made you wonder if he had been taking this much more seriously than you’d originally thought. You bit your lower lip, trying to contain the nervous laughter and apologizes when he suddenly grabbed your hand, placed a soft kiss on it and replied:

“You must be a witch because you’ve placed a spell on me,”

You’d wanted to groan at the cheesy line, but the look in his eyes and way he’d lifted you up made any more words die in your throat.

Jumin:

“Dinner and mew-vie?”

You and Jumin had been relaxing on the couch with Elizabeth lounging in your lap while you chatted with the rest of the RFA. The two of you were debating on what to do with your free day. It’d taken some convincing, but you’d managed to pull Jumin away from work and spend some quality time together.

You’d mentioned in chat that two of you were still trying to figure out something to do (”Are you sure you don’t want to head to the cat cafe?” “Jumin we’ve been there three times this week please”) when Yoosung suggested a simple movie night. The chat then devolved to arguing over which movie the happy couple should go see.

“Have you decided on anything yet, love?” Jumin asked you. The movie didn’t sound like a bad idea and you shrugged before replying suggesting a simple dinner/movie combo date.

As you spoke, Elizabeth jumped out of your lap and padded away, making you snort out the horrible pun and burst into a giggle fit at your own bad joke. In fact, you were giggling so much you almost didn’t hear Jumin reply with:

“I think that’s purrfect.”

Jaehee:

“Are you on the menu? Cause I like you a latte.”

Saturday nights were usually the night’s you and Jaehee sat in the apartment, testing new drinks Jaehee was attempting to perfect, watching one of Zen’s plays in the background and just cuddle on the couch. It was a weekly ritual you’d both upheld like it was law.

However, on this particular Saturday night, you both were running around like chicken’s with their heads cut off.

A massive, unexpected and unsual rush slammed the store right before closing. Of course, you guys wouldn’t turn away a great chance at publicity and you strapped yourselves in for the long haul.

It wasn’t until 9 pm that the last customer’s trickled out and the two of you were sitting at one of the tables; your head resting on the table lamenting the fact you were going to have to wash melted chocolate out of your hair, and Jaehee mumbling about restocking everything a couple days early. You were brought back to the present as she walked past you and kissed your forehead softly, giving you a tired smile. “Do you want anything before we start cleaning up? Might as well have a pick me up before hand.” You returned the tired smile and looked at the menu, trying to think if anything sounded particuarly interesting. A giggle escaped your lips as you remembered the lame pick-up line Seven used on you the last time he’d visited the shop and gave Jaehee the most innocent smile before reciting it.

Jaehee simply stared at you for a moment before shaking her head with a small smile and heading toward the back. But not before muttering “Excuse me a moment, things might get really steamy in here.”

Seven/Saeyoung:

“Are you a search engine? Cause you’re everything I’m looking for.”

You didn’t realize reading that crappy line would incite a whole war between you and Saeyoung. You’d only wanted to try and get his attention off of work for once, and now, here you were, in the middle of the worst (and lamest) battle you’d ever been in.

Of course when you’d said it, Saeyoung didn’t even look up from his computer, but you did hear his typing pause for a second at the most. You thought you’d gotten him before he cooly responded:

“Is your name wifi? Cause I feel a connection.”

And that’s when it truly began. Back and forth the two of you spouted off any and all pick up lines you knew. Lameness and cheesiness didn’t matter, all the mattered was being able to spout the next line faster than the other could.

“Are you a keyboard? Cause you’re my type.” “That one doesn’t even make sense!” “I like your last name, can I have it?” “Babe, we’re already married.”

“Are you a magician? Cause abraca-DAMN.” “Sae what the fuck that was so bad.”

“Can I follow you home? My mom always told me to follow my dreams.” “Oh okay stalker.” It ended with the two of you laughing so hard, you ended up crying. Saeyoung was laughing and fell back into his chair, followed by a loud thud. You’d looked up and saw the hacker was laying on the ground, still in his seat. After rushing over to check that he was fine, all he responded with was:

“You better call life alert, cause I’ve fallen for you and can’t get up.” V: (his was really short because when I tried to expand it, it just felt forced)

“I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together.”

You’d said it while helping V set up for a photoshoot; mostly mumbling to yourself since you found the task to set up mind numbling boring. You’d been focusing on setting up one of the lights and stepped back to admire your handiwork. You beamed proudly at V when you noticed he had his hand over his mouth and was trying to keep his face turned away from you.

Worried, you rushed over to ask him if he was feeling alright when you noticed he was trying to stifle his laughter. You stared at him confused for a moment before he calmed himself down and held up his camera and said:

“I can take that picture for you, since I’m a photographer.”

It took your brain a moment to process what he was talking about before you felt the blood rush to your face at your realization. You groaned and buried you face in his chest as he let out his laughter in full.

Saeran:

“Was your dad a baker? Cause you’re sweet as hell.”

You gave Saeran an innocent smile as you heard Saeyoung burst out laughing the room over. You hadn’t thought Saeyoung could heard you from his work room, but the boy must have super human hearing. You’d wanted to try and see how he’d react to pick up lines for the longest time. But you could never find a good time to use one.

For some reason, just chilling on the couch seemed as good a time as any.

Saeran was still for a moment before reaching over and flicking you on the forehead. “You’re spending too much time with the idiot,” He mumbled, leaving you to whine and rub your head.

However, you could see the lightest shade of pink flood his cheeks as you heard Saeyoung’s loud complaints.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger RFA #rfa #Yoosung Kim #Zen #hyun ryu #Jumin Han #jaehee kang #Saeyoung choi #saeran choi #choi twins #luciel choi #headcanons

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greezyscumbag · 7 years

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Childhood Chasers

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompts:

#51 - “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

#56 - “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”

#78 - “Stop biting that fucking lip!”

A/N - Jax and Wendy never got together in this :)

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“What’s up with you? You’ve been quiet all day.” You ask, pulling yourself up and moving to sit next to Jax on his couch. You were at his house, as most nights go, talking about everything and anything that you could think of.

You and Jax were really close. Your parents were really good friends with his, so you’d been inseparable since you were kids, him being a couple years older than you. You told each other everything, bickering like a married couple and laughing at inappropriate shit like a pair of teenagers.

Little did he know, you felt more for him than just friendship; a whole lot more. However, you refuse to ruin your friendship in the event that he didn’t reciprocate, so you just sit back and watch him go from chick to chick, hoping that one day he might realise you’re the one for him. Fat chance.

You snap back to reality, still waiting on Jax’s reply. He’s barely spoke today. Not at the clubhouse, not on the drive over here, not while you’ve been at his house. He’s probably uttered about six words all day, at a push.

“Earth to Jax.” You joke, snapping your fingers in front of his face. He stops pulling at his bottom lip with his thumb and fore finger, a habit he does when he’s anxious. He turns to you, smiling half heartedly and sinking back into the cushions.

“I’m fine, darlin’. Just got a lot on my mind.” He sounds tired, conflicted, your mood instantly saddened at the thought of his upset. You turn to face him, pulling your knees up on to the chair.

“What’s wrong? Is it something to do with the club? Your mom?“ You try to judge his facial expressions, seeing if he reacts to any of your suggestions. “Is that croweater still pissing you off? Cause seriously-”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”

You blink. Did you just hear that right? You stare at the man in front of you, his eyes completely fixed on you as he waits for your response. You forget how to even speak, your brain feeling jumbled and your mouth feeling numb.

“What?” You reply, breathlessly. It’s the only thing you can manage to say, the only word you can seem to come up with as you repeat his speech over and over in your brain. He’s in love with you? He’s been in love with you for ten years?

He sits up, his posture straight and his face serious as he looks in your eyes, his proximity making you feel more self conscious due to the new revelation. “I love you, (Y/N), and I’ve loved you forever.”

“I’ve loved you since we got chased by that old man because we smashed his window with our soccer ball. I’ve loved you since you fell off your bike and I had to carry you home, and I made you laugh by telling you jokes and pulling funny faces.“ You laugh at the memory, your eyes glazing over with tears as he pours his heart out to you, bringing up memories you didn’t even think he’d remember.

“I’ve loved you since you went with Steven Allen to our school prom, and I watched you dance with him in that beautiful sky blue dress, and I hated myself for not asking you first. I still hate myself for it now.” Your throat feels tight, Jax gently grabbing your hands and holding them both in his own.

“Jax…” You whisper, biting your bottom lip and smiling, laughing through your tears. A smile appears on his face too, his whole demeanor seeming more relaxed.

“Stop biting that fucking lip! I’m trying to be all honest and it’s hard when you’re so fucking perfect.” His tone is teasing, a warmth covering your cheeks as you look down at your lap, trying to hide your shyness. He lifts your chin, pulling up your gaze to meet his again, his piercing blue eyes staring into yours.

He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, the tension between the two of you spiralling around the room. You forget to breathe as you look at him, his gaze flickering down to your lips as you wait for him to make the next move.

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” He questions, his face inching closer and closer to yours. You know he’s not just asking about the kiss. He wants to know if you feel the same, if you love and adore him as much as he does you.

Instead of talking, you place your hand on his cheek, his hand resting on your wrist as he nestles into your palm. Your heart is pumping rapidly, blood rushing through your ears as you take control. Your vision catches sight of the small cut just above his lip, as you close the miniscule gap, placing your lips upon his soft, plump ones.

You try to express all that you cannot say throughout the kiss, hoping that actions can speak louder than words. Your lips fit with his like a puzzle piece, expertly working together like you’d been doing it for years. It gets more fierce as it goes on, your fingertips slipping into his hair as his settle on your waist, gripping and squeezing at the skin.

His tongue slips into your mouth, the two of you feeling insatiable as you try to make up for lost time, the taste of him creating a deep hunger that you didn’t know you had. He pulls back, sucking sexily on your bottom lip, a moan escaping involuntarily from the back of your throat.

The noise drives him crazy, his mouth pushing harder onto yours as he pulls you onto his lap, his hands sliding down to your ass and tenderly squeezing, your core tingling at the feeling.

Begrudgingly, you pull away, not wanting to move too quickly and ruin anything. He places one more deep kiss on your lips, before resting his forehead against yours, the two of you grinning at each other.

“I love you, Jackson.” The words roll off your tongue so easily, drifting freely off into the air. “I can’t believe I can finally say that aloud.”

He cradles your face in his hands, observing you lovingly, the look he’s giving you making you feel so warm and cosy inside.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing it, baby.” He responds, kissing the tip of your nose.

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A/N - Thank you so much for all the requests! I have quite a lot to do so be patient with me! I hope you liked this! Jax aka Charlie Hunnam is my literal love of life😂😭😭 he’s an actual angellll

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