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Confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters - mark lee imagine

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“I’m going to cuff her, just you wait” you hear Mark say from beside you. While you're too busy trying to understand the notes you took down yourself and still not understand a thing, your bestfriend has his own distractions.

“Who?” you ask without looking up

“Aeri, the new transfer” Mark answers swiftly

“Like you would have a chance with her, it’s too early for your delusions Min” you call his nickname. Min, from his name Minhyung. Most people call him that, or Mark. But when it's just the two of you talking you mostly refer to him as Min.

“What? It’s not a delusion. We have like a lot in common” he reasons out, letting your eyes roll at his reasoning. You finally look up at him, and ask

“Oh yea like what?”

“We’re both exchange students” you shoot him a deadpanned look, waiting for him to say something else

“You moved here 11 years ago”

"So?"

"You know what if that's what you believe, go. I'm not going to crush your feelings this time. If you want to be dumb, go and be my guest"

Mark snickers at your words, not sure if it was you showing support or teasing him.

"What are you reading anyways? Just accept your fate and focus on something else" he says, looking at your notes. The handwriting is not neat at all, only you can understand it at this point but Mark has known you long enough to read it like his own.

"Dude, are you studying for the exam tomorrow?" he asks

"Yea why?"

"This is the wrong chapter"

"Motherfucker"

Turns out Mark was right, you were reading the wrong chapter all along. After having a mini freak out upon realizing that and realizing you didn't have enough time to cram a semester worth of lesson in one night, Mark had to calm you down and make sure you don't cry the rest of the night instead.

He made sure to buy dinner for the both of you before he walked you back to your dorm, leaving a pack of gummy bears in your bag for you to find later because he knows you'll probably pull an all nighter.

The next time you see each other is after the exam, your eyes were swollen either from the lack of sleep or from crying that Mark is not sure of.

"You look like shit"

"Thank you, like I didn't already know that"

He passes the coffee he got you before taking your bag and slinging it on his shoulder, "How did the exam go?"

"Good, better than I expected" you mumbled, taking a sip of your much deserved coffee "Thank you" you tell him, referring to the coffee.

"So now that you're a free woman, there's a party later"

"I know where this is going, I haven't slept since Monday. A party is the least of my priority right now, Min"

You do feel very drained right now and you haven't slept a wink, exam seasons got you staying up all night and crying in between the 15 minute breaks. The only reason you haven't lost the last of your sanity is because of the human walking beside you.

You and Mark may argue a lot but you have each other's back no matter what. He's your bestfriend, he's your mediator, you're his voice of reason.

"You can nap before the party. You deserve to relax after this stressful week" he says, stepping behind you to massage your shoulders to convince you further.

"You stress me every week, what's the real reason you want to go"

"I may have heard Aeri is going"

"We're still on that?"

"It hasn't been a week since I told you that and yes, I'm still into her. So what you do say?" he looks over your shoulder, meeting your eyes to look at you directly because he knows you can never say no this way to him.

"Why invite your bestfriend at a party you want to meet the girl you like?"

"Because"

"Because what??"

"Who would hype me up? I can already see myself chickening out, but if you're there then you can convince me"

You can only think of all the times you convinced him to do something stupid because when it comes to you, Mark can be pretty gullible. That makes you feel proud knowing he trust you but also that makes him an easy target for your pranks.

"Convince you to make a total fool of yourself? Hell yes I'm in"

A couple of hours later, Mark and you enter the party side by side. Already seeing a couple of familiar faces in the crowd.

You made your way through the crowd until you saw your other friends, "Finally, they show up" Haechan shouts, immediately passing a shot glass to you and then Mark

"To catch you up, we already started so you better get going" he tells the two of you, pushing the shot glasses towards your faces

"I'll have only one, and his also because he's driving tonight" you say taking the glass from Mark before he can say anything. Then you shoot your head back, drinking the shots simultaneously and earning cheers from the two boys. Mark already too distracted looking around hoping to spot the reason why he came here tonight.

"Damn woman, how are you not cuffed down yet?" Haechan jokes

"You're asking that when he's standing right here?" Jeno butts in, throwing an arm around Mark.

Of course they would bring that up whenever they can. Those two don't believe a boy and a girl can stay in a platonic relationship. Swearing you and Mark are meant for each other but too scared to admit it. The old but beloved bestfriends to lovers trope, Haechan calls it.

"He's only standing here at this party to cuff someone and that woman is not me, luckily. Have you seen Aeri?" you ask Haechan,

"I think I saw her talking to Dery outside" you then turn to Mark, dusting off his jacket for no reason. Just to boost his confidence, you think.

"Go do what we went out here for, and make it quick. If you don't get her number by the end of this night, I'm shaving your seagull eyebrows in your sleep. Got it?"

Mark chuckles at your empty threat, he knows you only said that to not make him nervous and it works everytime.

"Yes ma'am. For you, I'll be a taken man by the end of this month"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, you're hot but not that hot. Okay now go before they hand me another shot" then you're pushing him towards the direction of the backyard door.

Meanwhile, Haechan and Jeno watch the two of you like it's a live action drama happening infront of them where the two lead characters are bestfriends who swore they don't feel anything for eacth other only to end up together in the end.

"What the fuck was that?" Haechan ask after Mark walks off, turning to face the two boys

"What?"

"The sexual tension was killing me, you swear you two haven't kissed?" he asks back, you shake your head as an answer "No, we haven't and will never"

"I get that you guys are just bestfriends and swear it's nothing more than that, but did you just call him hot?" Jeno ask you

"Yes, I have eyes. I call them as I see them"

"And you say you're not into him?"

"Do I look like I'm into him?"

"Yes" they answer at the same time, shaking your head at them

"It's not like that, I already told you that. I've known Mark since we were kids. That's the same kid who looked like a chipmunk with glasses" you tell them

"More reason why you like him! You've him at his worst, not sure about his best but you're the one who's been there for him. It's the perfect plot for the most cliché love story" Haechan says dramatically

"I'm afraid this book is not how it ends, can you just pass me another shot"

That night ended in different ways, for starters you got so drunk you forgot how you got home. All you can remember was Haechan daring you to jump on the trampoline and do a back flip, you can't remember if you did it or not.

Mark's night however wasn't as exciting, yes he did get to talk to Aeri but nothing more than a few words. Not enough for her to peak interest in him, there was a bunch of other people with them so he couldn't exactly just talk to her and he didn't want to ruin the fun. So instead he found himself walking back ready to admit his defeat to you and accept his fate of having his eyebrows shaved only to find you on the grass laughing your ass off.

Turns out Haechan dared you to do a backflip but Jeno still had some of his common sense and tried to stop you, and by that he meant tackling you off the trampoline and down on the ground.

Mark helps you up from the ground, dusting your clothes to rid of the grass. Holding you by the arm while you sway on your feet clearly intoxicated.

"You're done for the night, no more leaving you alone with them" he tells you as if he was scolding a child

"Boo, you're no fun. Just say you're jealous" Haechan tells him, poking Mark's back

"Shush, don't tease him. Angry Mark is scary" you whisper shout, oh yess you're definitely drunk

"Let's get the three of you home, Jeno drag Haechan please"

And that's how it ended. Mark dropped the two boys first before he drove you back at your dorm.

"So how did it go?" you spoke all of a sudden, fighting the sleepiness off to do your duty as the nosy bestfriend

"Good"

"You didn't get her number did you?"

"Nope"

It wasn't the last time Mark dragged you somewhere in hopes of finally talking to Aeri. And all the other attempts always end up a fail like the universe just doesn't want him to succeed.

He also has become a regular at the library where you spend most of your time when you're not with him. He may have heard that Aeri comes here sometimes so why not give it a shot. He prefers studying in his own room where he can blast music, while you prefer the quiet atmosphere here.

"It helps me focus" you tell him when he asked you why you liked studying here when you can just do it at the comfort of your own dorm or his.

"I'm going home for the weekend, by the way. Want to come?" Mark ask you, remembering his mom asking him to ask you.

"And you tell me only now when it's Saturday tomorrow?" you ask back

"I'll pick you up at 3am?"

"Minhyung, I'm going to kill you" that's a yes. He just smiles and give your cheek a pinch then turning his attention back to his laptop, since he's already might as well get some work done.

Like he said, he did show up at your doorstep at 3am. Handing him your bag for the weekend, eyes half closed face bare.

"Make this weekend worth my while, Min or I will seriously shave your brows this time" you threaten him

"Yea yea, I'll get you your favorite cookies back home"

While most people will stay up with the driver on a long trip, you where back to dreamland a few minutes after Mark drove off. He passed a hoodie and a blanket over to you and the next second you were out.

Instead of waking you up, Mark just turns on the music loud enough to keep him awake but low enough not to disturb your sleep. But really it doesn't matter, he can be playing Bohemian Rhapsody on full volume you'll still sleep through it.

When the of you arrived at Mark's childhood home, his mom was already waiting by the door. Her smile doubling as she sees you exiting the passenger side, "Y/N! I'm so glad you made it!" she says with open arms. You walk over to give her a hug.

She's like a mom to you, whenever your parent's went on holidays or work trips they would always leave you with Mark's parents. The two of you weren't kidding when you say you spent a lot of your childhood together.

"You two must be tired from the drive, why don't you eat breakfast then rest for a bit?" she tells you, when Mark walks towards the door his mom hugs him too.

"Sounds good, thank you"

"I made your favorite cookies by the way, Mark made sure I didn't forget" she tells you with a smile, "Really?" you asked excitedly, and Mark thinks it was worth bugging his mom over the phone last night.

It was a great way to detox from all the stress from university, the rest of the weekend you relaxed as much as you can. Slept in without a worry about anything, you only wish this weekend lasted longer.

"Mom, you need to let us go. We won't make it in time" Mark tells his mom who is too busy smothering him, you jsut smile at the mother-son interaction happening infront of you.

"You two have a safe drive back" his dad says, giving Mark a quick hug too.

"Don't be a stranger, I'll tell your parents you rested well this weekend" Mark's mom tells you, you thank her again before giving her one last hug and saying bye to his dad too.

"Can we just not go back to school?"

"We can, but then what would we do? and I can't leave the plants to Haechan, they will die" Mark says, that made you laugh

"Why though? something bothering you?" he adds

"Nothing, I just had fun this weekend. I haven't slept that good since I moved in my dorm" you tell him

"You're still having trouble with sleeping? I told you just call me, I can bore you to sleep"

"I'm sure but I'm not going to call you every night when I can't sleep"

"Nonsense, I already sleep late anyways"

You didn't mean to let your mind wander but for the first time ever in your history of friendship with Mark, you let your mind think would it be different if he wasn't just your friend. Haechan and Jeno's words echoing inside your head.

Mark's words just then made you think about it but then you shook those thoughts away quickly as they came.

“Wait hold up, you two talk about that?”

“You haven’t?”

Haechan looks at you with disbelief, silently asking if you were being serious

"Yo Jeno! If i get bitten by a snake on my dong will you suck the venom out?" Haechan asks Jeno who just arrived. You're currently over at Haechan and Mark's place since you had to finish a project you were doing with Haechan, Jeno is just a regular visitor here.

"What the fuck? No" Jeno answered, confused with the context of his friend's question

"But like, it's an emergency" you say

"Still no, I'm sorry but you're dying my friend" Jeno tells Haechan

"Who's dying?" Mark asks, finally getting home from his last class. He knew you were here hence why he choose to order food on his way home.

"Jeno" you and Haechan answered at the same time

"Would you do it for him?" you weren't looking at Jeno so you didn't check if he was asking you or Haechan

"No..."

"I mean"

Jeno looks back and forth between you and Haechan, Mark is in the kitchen unboxing the food he got for the group.

"Y/N!? Is this what you two were talking about?" Jeno ask the two of you

"Talk about what?" Mark curiously asks, walking back to the living where the three of you were. Putting the chicken and pizza on the coffee table before taking a seat on the floor beside your legs.

"If you get bitten by a snake on your-"

"I'd rather not talk about it infront of your dinner, thank you very much" Haechan cuts you off

"I'd rather not have that image in my head" Jeno adds

"What?" Mark asks, you just shake your head and take the slice of pizza he just took a bit of

"Nothing, let's just say you're the only one not dying here" you answer him.

You and Haechan finished late. Before you go back to your dorm, you checked on Mark to see him also busy with something. Sitting hunched back on his desk,

"Your back will hurt, stop slouching" you tell him, walking towards where he was sitting

"You sound like me when I scold Haechan. You two done?" he ask, looking up at you

"Mhm, I should go it's late" it's past midnight already. Jeno went home after dinner while you and Haechan worked on your project. Mark was waiting for you finish so he can drive you back, when he thinks of something

"Why don't you just stay here for the night?" he asks you

"Huh?"

"Stay for the night, it's late and you probably will have hard time sleeping once you get home. You can borrow my clothes" he says, already walking towards his closet to grab you a pair of shirt and sweats for the night

"Do I have any say in this?" you ask

"Just say yes, Y/N. It's late, you're tired but you'll probably stay up all night if you go home now. If you stay here I can make sure you're going to get some sleep" Mark tell you, then hands you his shirt and sweats.

"Go change, I'll sleep on the couch"

When you got back from the bathroom now changed in Mark's clothes, he's still slumped over his desk. "You should call it a night, too. I can take the couch"

He turns his chair around to face you, shaking his head "Nonsense, go sleep I'll be done in like 5 minutes"

"Then just sleep here, there's enough room for the two of us. This is not the ending of titanic"

He chuckles at your statement, watching you get cozy under his covers. This made him want to call it a night and cuddle in with you, that very thought confused him in different ways.

One, it confused him how thinking about cuddling you seemed so natural. And two, it confused him how it wasn't weird at all. To him atleast.

He shoots you quick smile before turning back to his table to finish his work. More than five minutes passed when he finally finished, turning of his laptop and desk lamp before turning to check on you only to see you quietly scrolling on your phone.

"What did I say? Go to sleep, dummy"

"Was waiting for you, c'mere" you say while opening the blanket for him. He didn't even say no, he didn't say anything. It's like his body was on auto-pilot. Like you're the one in control. He didn't mind it one bit.

Mark turns off the lights first before settling beside you, he lays his head on the pillow beside yours. You send him a sleepy smile, mirroring your actions.

"You need to go to sleep, missy"

"I'm trying, believe me"

"What usually helps you sleep at night?" he ask, both of you were whispering even though no one would hear you in his room. It was past midnight, the only light coming from the lamppost outside his window.

"I cuddle something, usually my favorite pillow" you mumble, you'd be embarrassed to admit you still need to hug something when you go to sleep but you're talking to Mark. You didn't mind showing and telling him everything about you because you know he'd stay after everything.

"Cuddle me" he say without missing a beat. And for a couple of seconds the two of you just stare at each other, waiting for something. Maybe for the other person to say something.

"Uh I mean I don't want you to be uncomfortable, my head's a bit heavy" you tell but he just chuckles back at you, opening his arms as if inviting you to come to him if you wanted.

"My head's bigger than yours, come on. Your eyes are about to close, why are you fighting it"

"I'm not, it's my mind that won't shut up"

"Then don't think, just listen to me. I'll keep on talking or humming or something until you fall asleep" this time he pulls on your arm, making you move from one side of his bed over to him. Leaving you no choice but rest your head on his chest. His heart drumming under your ears, like your personal white noise machine.

"You're warm" you mumble, cuddling against his chest more because he feels warm. You've never cuddled like this before, why haven't you cuddled like this before?

Oh right, because friends don't do things like this. Once again, Haecha and Jeno's word bounce around your head. Making you question your feelings for your bestfriend.

"Can you relax? I can tell you're still thinking about something, just... listen to my breathing or something" he tells you, this time you feel his hand run through your hair making you more sleepy.

And you listen, listen to him. Listen to his heart. The loud thoughts in your head now just mere background noise. All forgotten.

"I'm going to tell you something, but you're not allowed to tell me I told you so"

Jeno looks back at you confused. You popped out of nowhere, now taking the vacant seat in front of him.

"Uh okay"

"And you can't tell Haechan or Mark. Swear it" you tell him

"Okay, I swear. Are we scheming them or what?"

You opened your mouth to speak, repeating the action one two three times but the words can't seem to come out.

"I can't say it"

"Why? Did you run overe someone? Did you forget to water Mark's plants?" he ask again

"No, I didn't. It's not like that. I can't say it because I can't believe it myself and maybe it's not even real. Maybe I'm just confused or something. Maybe I'm sick, yeah I think I'm sick. Am I sick?" you ask him, pulling his hand to lay it on your forehead

"No, but you are starting to scare me."

"I'm starting to scare myself too!"

"Why???"

"Because I think I'm in love with my bestfriend"

That got the two of you quiet. You can't believe you just said that out loud, and now that it's out in the world you can't believe you might be inlove with your bestfriend, Mark. The guy you've known your whole life. The same guy you swore you will never see as someone who's more than a friend.

Jeno was also caught by surprise, he did expect it to happen at some point but he thought it would be Mark realizing it first before you. And he didn't think he'd be the first one to know. Now he has to hide this from Mark and worse, Haechan.

"There you two are, I was looking for you! I have some great news" Mark says, surprising you and Jeno. Sending him a look which he understood.

"What?" you ask, turning to look at Mark who's now sitting beside you.

"I finally got Aeri's number, and get this we're going out this Friday night" he says with the biggest smile on his face.

You didn't even hesitate, immediately shooting his a smile back. "No way, you finally grew the balls to do it. Who would've thought" you joke

"What did I say, I'll be cuffed down before this month ends. Now I just need your help to think about where I should take her, dude are you okay?" he asks Jeno, notiching the guy has not said a word since he arrived.

Mark wonders if he interrupted something, you did look like you were in the middle of a serious talk. You tried to cover it but he did notice the look on your face when he arrived. He didn't want to push it right now, leaving a mental note to ask you about it later instead.

"Me? Yeah totally. I just remember about this thing I forgot back at the library. I should go there and get it before someone else takes it"

"I'll go too, I need this book for my next exam" you say, already slinging your bag on your shoulder. Standing up from your seat.

"I'll see you later, bye" you tell Mark quickly before stalking away, leaving a confused Mark behind. He turns to the other guy also watching your retreating figure.

"Did something happen?" he ask Jeno, "Huh? No, I don't know. I'm gonna go. Bye hyung" Jeno smiles at him before waving goodbye, walking the same direction you went to.

That was the last time Mark saw you, after that you kind of went into hiding. Always coming up with an excuse to not see him: whether you're busy with another project, you're sick at home, you're on your period and too tired to leave your dorm. At this point you're running out of minor injuries to use as an excuse.

Friday came and went, you didn't have the strength to call him and ask him about the date. You really can't invest in his love life when you're having trouble with yours. Well technically yours is one sided.

You just got back from the cafe you found jus tthis week in your attempt to spend less time on campus since you know you're most likely to bump into Mark there. So instead you found a quaint cafe outside campus and made it your new study place. What you didn't expect though was to find your bestfriend standing outside your dorm room.

Mark heard footsteps coming down the hallway, looking up from his phone to see you standing on the other end. It's been almost 2 weeks since he last talked to you, apart from the few texts he received from you this has been the longest time he's been away from you.

"Hey, were you out?" he ask when you got to him

"Yeah, I was studying"

"I was at the library. but I couldn't find you" he tells you, right off the bat he could tell something was wrong. You won't even look him in the eye right now.

"I was studying some place else"

"Oh okay, is something wrong? Are you okay?" he ask again, now he's worried.

"Me? Yea no I'm fine. Just busy and tired" now that you mention it, he notices the dark circles under your eyes. You're still beautiful despite that, but he could tell you haven't had proper sleep probably a couple of days now.

"Have you been sleeping okay?"

"I'm good, why'd you ask?"

"Nothing, I'm just worried. You just said the other day you had a massive headache, you should get some rest. Did you eat dinner already? I can go grab some for us before you call it a night" he suggest, ready to run down the nearest restaurant but you shake your head at him

"I already ate, I think I'll just call it a night. I'm tired. I'll call you later" you tell him, opening the door to your dorm. Waving goodbye to him before closing it, leaving a very worried Mark on the other side.

Something is definitely up with you and he's not going to rest tonight until he figures it out. The last person he saw you with was Jeno, so he texts the younger guy asking his whereabouts. It turns out Jeno is over at his and Haechan's place.

He made his way back home, seeking for answers. When he got there, he calls for Jeno.

"What's up?" Jeno asks

"What happened between you and Y/N?"

"Huh?" Jeno asks back, confused. Meanwhile Haechan pauses the game him and Jeno were playing to join the conversation

"Did something happened?" Haechan asks

"Yea well the last time I saw her she was talking to Jeno, you two looked like you were having a serious conversation then she walks off. Then after that she's been avoiding me" Mark explains, arms flailing around. Clearly frustrated with the situation.

"Why did you say she's avoiding you? Maybe she's just busy?" Haechan asks again, "We took the CSAT's at the same time, believe me even if she's that busy she's not going to avoid me like this"

"And you're assuming that based off of that?"

"I just know something's wrong okay?! I just don't know what it is" Mark frustratedly says, voice rising a bit. Meanwhile Jeno stays quiet. He promised to keep quiet so that's what he's doing.

Haechan looks over at him, immediately he could tell Jeno knows something

"Speak, I can tell you're hiding something" Haechan tells him, Jeno just shakes his head

"Dude, what?? So you know something?" Mark says

"I promised not to tell, especially the two of you" Jeno finally speaks, "So she did say something??" Mark prods even further

"I can't say it, I swore to Y/N I won't"

"What can't you say to me and Mark hyung? Haechan's the one to ask this time, making the pieces fit together in his head. And when it did, it's like a light bulb turned on in his head.

"OH MY GOD!" Haechan says catching both boys' attention

"Haechan no!" Jeno says

"What what??" Maark says

Haechan looks back and forth between the two guys, then stopping at Mark. "I don't know either but I think I do"

"Then tell me!!!!"

"No! Because if what I think is right then you would want to hear this from Y/N" Haechan says, Jeno lets out the breath he was holding.

Mark couldn't wait another day to talk to you, even though he promised he'd let you rest first he can't just sleep tonight without knowing.

That's how he found himself standing outside your door again, ringing the doorbell thrice like he always would. When you opened the door, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"Mark? Is everything okay?" you ask, confused why he'd be out here this time of the night

"Sorry for waking you up but I just can't sleep tonight knowing something's not right with us. Are we okay?" he ask you.

This was enough to fully wake you, opening the door for him fully to let him in. You wait until you're inside before you face him again,

"I just needed some time off, I guess" you tell him

"Why?"

"Well, you said you had a date with Aeri. I didn't want to get in between that, you can't be spending that much time with me once you get a girlfriend. I'm not going to be that kind of bestfriend, Mark"

Your explanation although very valid, did not make any sense to him. Because now when you say things like him getting a girlfriend, he don't see Aeri beside him or any other girl.

The only person he can picture beside him is you. The only person he wants to spend all his time with is you. The one he wants to take out on dates is you. When he went out on that date with Aeri, he did have a great time but the two of them thought they're better off as friends. He just never had the chance to tell you because you've been avoiding him.

"Well you don't have to worry about that, I'm not going out with Aeri"

"What?? why?? But you like her"

Now you feel guilty, wondering what could've went wrong and if you had something to do with it.

"I thought I did. I mean I like her, but only as a friend. Turns out we're better as buddies" he lets out a chuckle, watching your confused reaction

"You're still my bestfriend though, so will you tell me what's wrong?" he asks, taking careful steps towards you until he's an arm length away

"Like I said I didn't want to intrude"

"I don't think that's just it. Jeno said-"

"Jeno said what??? Oh my god I'm going to kill him"

He just smiles at you, this is the first time you said more that a few words to thim and the first time you sounded like the usual you.

"Actually he didn't say anything, then Haechan somehow figured it out and say I should hear it from you instead" he looks at you, observing your face. Committing every detail he's been looking at for years. This time with more adoration and love in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" you ask, noticing the way he's looking at you.

"Nothing, just thinking about something completely stupid" it's not stupid. He was thinking about all this time he didn't any other girl, he always have liked you but too scared to say something about it. So instead he searched for something similar.

But of course no one could even come close. There's after all, only one of you for him.

"What?"

"You tell me first what Haechan and Jeno know then I'll tell you"

Now that he's the one asking, you're not sure how to get out of this one. He got you cornered with no place to go.

"I'll tell you but you have to promise me if it ever gets awkward after this you'll still be my bestfriend" you tell him,

"Of course"

Instead of telling him in words, it's like a higher power possessed you. Standing on your tiptoe, resting both hands on his shoulder. Pressing your lips flat against his.

You can tell just how shocked he was, frozen in his place. Your blood runs cold thinking you just ruined your friendship forever but then you feel his arms snake around your waist pulling you closer towards him. Mark tilts his head a bit to the side, deepening the kiss. Smiling against your lips, he can taste the strawberry flavored chapstick you always use.

This should feel weird and foreign to the both of you, but no. This moment feels so right. Being in each other's arms makes so much sense, like this was how it should've been all along.

Mark takes a few steps forward making you walk back until your back is against the door, still lips attached together. Eventually the two of you had to break apart to take a breath, your eyes still closed you feel him kiss your lids then your nose then he kisses you on your jaw down the side of your neck. Leaning your head on the side to give him more space because right now his lips feel so good against your skin you just wanted more.

He gives you a few more kisses before leaning away to look at you with that lovestruck look on his face.

"I know this might seem a bit too fast but a decade worth of memory with you seems enough, can I be your boyfriend?"

This time you kiss him again, shorter this time though so you can give him your answer "Of course, who else would I make more memories with. Plus I love your mom too much"

Mark smiles at your words, finally finally all the pieces fall into place. Finally he got the girl.

"What did I say, told you I'd be a cuffed man"

"Shut up and just kiss me"

"Yes ma'am

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ihni · 1 year

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(On AO3)

Billy was already waiting by the mailbox when the postman came. It was the third day in a row he was standing there, and today the mailman just raised his eyebrows as he handed Billy a small stack of envelopes. Billy didn’t do more than grunt in thanks before he started rifling through the letters. There were bills addressed to his dad, one letter that looked like an offer to start a magazine subscription for Susan – and nothing for Billy. As usual.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath and went inside to prepare for work. He was alone in the house – Neil and Susan had left for work already and since it was summer, Max was already out, hanging with her friends. Billy worked the late shift at the pool this week, which was why he had time to wait by the mailbox. And after that, by the phone.

At five to eleven, the phone rang, just like he knew it would.

“Hey,” Steve said, voice sounding tinny and far away. Which was fair, since he was all the way over in Europe. “Nothing yet?”

“Nope,” Billy confirmed and chewed on his lip. “Maybe … maybe it got lost on the way?” A groan came down the line. If Billy closed his eyes he could imagine the way Steve would be pulling at his hair right about now. “Maybe it’s just late. Who knows how long it takes to deliver mail from Italy to Indiana, anyway?”

“I’ve been here for four weeks,” Steve said. “And I sent it the first week. Grandma says that it usually takes a week, two tops. It should have gotten there by now.”

Billy bit his lip and winced. It should.

“I’m sorry,” Steve said, voice more subdued. “I never should have sent it. I wasn’t thinking.”

Billy sighed. They’d had this discussion before, the first of which was when Steve let him know that he’d sent a raunchy letter with accompanying polaroid pictures in the mail. Billy had almost had a heart attack when he heard. He had been quick to exchange all his shifts at the pool to the late ones, even though there was more to do then than in the mornings. He did it just so he could ensure he was the one who picked up the mail, so he would be able to take the letter before anyone else saw it. Because he knew that if his dad found a letter that had been sent from overseas and which was addressed to Billy, he wouldn’t hesitate to open it first to check what it was. And if he found pictures of Billy’s boyfriend’s dick … well. Billy would be dead.

“I know,” he said. He knew that Steve was sorry, and worried. He’d taken to calling every day around this time on weekdays, when he knew that Billy would be home alone – and that his dad wouldn’t be there. “Maybe it’ll show up tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Steve murmured. “We’re leaving for home on Monday. At this pace, I’ll be home before the letter!”

“That’s better anyway,” Billy decided. “I prefer the real thing to a picture any day.”

Despite his attempt at flirting, he was still worried. For every day that passed without the letter showing up, Billy got more and more tense. He wouldn’t be able to be the first one to the mailbox every day, and if his dad got his hands on it …

He shook the unease off and said his goodbye to his boyfriend, who promised to call again the next day. After that he went through the pile of mail one more time – just in case he’d missed the airmail letter, somehow – before putting it in a neat pile on the kitchen table, and gathering his things before leaving for work.

It was a warm and sunny day, which meant there were a lot of people at the pool. A lot of loud and obnoxious people, ranging from the kids who ran rampant along the pool’s edge to their parents, who seemed to be there only to ogle the lifeguards. Billy had a headache by the time he finally got to lock up and go home, which didn’t even lessen when he turned the volume of his car stereo down low while driving.

When he got back to the house, he parked on the driveway and sighed as he got out of the Camaro, mentally preparing himself for a mediocre dinner in the Hargrove household. His head shot up when he heard someone call his name.

“Billy?”

It was Mr. Peterson, their elderly neighbor. He was waving to Billy from behind his fence, a friendly smile on his wrinkly face.

Billy internally groaned. Mr. Peterson was approximately a hundred years old (slight exaggeration, but he was old-old) and could talk forever if one didn’t manage to weasel out of it fast. Neil would be pissed if Billy was late for dinner – but then again, he would be pissed if Billy wasn’t polite to their neighbors, too. So, plastering a smile onto his face, Billy walked up to the fence.

“Hi, Mr. Peterson. How are you today?”

“Oh good, Billy, good. The joints are creaking as usual, but besides that I’m just fine, thank you,” Mr. Peterson said, and Billy prepared himself for what was bound to be a fifteen-minute monologue about the man’s bad hip. Which is why it was so surprising that he cut straight to the chase. “I was wondering if you could help me with something?” Billy looked back towards his house, hesitating. Mr. Peterson seemed to sense it, because he was quick to assure, “It’ll only be a couple of minutes.”

Neil always preached how important it was to have good relationships with one’s neighbors, so he wouldn’t be able to fault Billy for helping an old man out. “Yeah, of course,” Billy therefore said and walked around the fence and into the man’s yard. “What can I do for you?”

“Follow me, please.”

Mr. Peterson led Billy to the house, and in through the front door. Billy had never been inside the old man’s house before, and stopped on the welcome mat in the hall and looked around. It seemed to be a typical old-person home. Smelled musty, and a little bit like smoke, with yellowed wallpaper and a lot of framed photographs on the walls.

Mr. Peterson went to a wooden dresser that was pushed up against one of the walls, and opened the top drawer to pull out –

Shit.

– an airmail letter. An opened airmail letter.

“I got this in the mail a couple of days ago,” Mr. Peterson said, holding the envelope up so Billy could see it better. It had Steve’s chickenscratch handwriting on it, and was addressed to ‘Billy Hargrove’.

Shit shit shit.

Not noticing – or maybe not caring about – Billy’s rising panic, Mr. Peterson continued, “The mailman must have gotten our mail mixed up, or read the number wrong. I’m sorry to say that I didn’t read the address properly before opening it – my eyesight isn’t what it used to be, you see, and I have friends in Europe so I thought it was from one of them.” Billy only barely heard him through the sound of rushing in his ears. “And, well. I didn’t notice until I’ve already opened it that it … that it was probably not meant for me.”

He looked up and looked into Billy’s eyes for the first time since he’d picked up the letter, raising one white bushy eyebrow. Billy was frozen in fear. He knew what was in that letter – Steve had told him – and it was incriminating, to say the least. If Mr. Peterson had told anyone, or shown anyone – god, if he told Billy’s dad, he’d –

“Breathe, son,” Mr. Peterson said, not unkindly, and put a wrinkly hand on Billy’s shoulder, pretending like he didn’t notice when Billy flinched. Which was silly. Billy could take him; Mr. Peterson was a head shorter than Billy, and ancient.

But he also knew.

“I, I … I don’t know what …” Billy didn’t know how to continue that sentence, so it was lucky that Mr. Peterson took that opportunity to start talking again.

“Did you know that I fought in the First World War?” The non sequitur had Billy’s mind reeling. He did know that – Neil had told the family as soon as he found out, proud to be living in a neighborhood of war veterans – but he couldn’t form words at the moment. Mr. Peterson reached out to one of the picture frames on the wall and pointed at it. It was a grainy black and white picture of five men, posing in front of a restaurant. “This was taken fifteen years after the war ended. We – the ones out of my friends who survived – got together again, to … catch up, and all that.”

Billy still didn’t know what this had to do with anything. He eyed the letter in the old man’s hand, and wondered if he would be able to snatch it and make a run for it. But no. No, then Neil would definitely find out.

“This is Joe,” Mr. Peterson said and tapped his finger against the glass, showing a grinning man wearing a hat. “Joseph. He was my friend.” At this, he gave Billy a significant look. “My special friend.”

Billy stopped breathing, and blinked while the word filtered into his brain. Mr. Peterson couldn’t be insinuating what Billy thought he was insinuating, right?

The old man took Billy’s hand in his and, smiling, pressed the airmail letter with Steve’s handwriting on it into Billy’s palm. Billy’s fingers closed on it out of instinct. It was thicker than an ordinary letter, and he could feel the polaroids through the thin paper of the envelope.

Mr. Peterson didn’t let go of his hand, though. He patted their joined hands with his other hand and made sure to look Billy in the eye as he said, “Love is love, son. I know that better than most. And no matter where you find it, you should consider yourself lucky to have it.”

Billy’s vision was getting blurry, and he let out a shuddering breath. “Mr. Peterson …”

“Your secret is safe with me,” Mr. Peterson said. His voice was gentle, as if he was trying not to spook a skittish animal.

Billy could do nothing but nod. He couldn’t feel his face, but he was pretty sure that he was either stark white or tomato red. Mr. Peterson gently guided him to the door and patted him on the arm as he opened the door.

“Thank you for your help, young man,” he said. “Don’t be a stranger, now.”

Billy took a couple of steps out on the porch, but then stopped and turned around. He could hardly believe what had just happened. When he looked at the old man in the doorway, he looked at him with new eyes, and a new understanding. This man, their elderly neighbor – the war veteran that Neil actually respected – he was like Billy?

“I’m …” Billy started, but again couldn’t find words. “Thank you.”

Mr. Peterson just smiled, and nodded to the letter in Billy’s hand. “That boy? You’re lucky to have him. He seems like a keeper.” Billy nodded, still in shock. And that’s when Mr. Peterson leaned forward and added, in a lower voice and with a mischievous glint in his eye, “Big dick too. Joe’s was smaller, but boy did he know how to use it.”

@harringrove-flip-reverse-it

#harringrove flip reverse it #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fic #ihni writes #mr. peterson next door

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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Cat Café

Power x She/Her Reader

A/N: What an awful little gremlin. You’re coming home with me. Mostly tame, but some blood/ gore towards the end because it’s Chainsaw Man. Blood/gore for the humans, not the cats. Word Count: 2,102

When the Blood Fiend first came into (Y/n)’s shop, she had been terrified.

She was so loud and destructive. Toppling tables, breaking chairs, throwing vegetables around the room despite her friends offering to take them off of her plate. If that young man with the topknot hadn’t stepped in to pay for the damages before they left, she didn’t know what she would have done. She still had to close down for the rest of the week to repair and replace a lot of the decor though.

There were occasions throughout the week that the Fiend would come banging at her picture windows, demanding to be let in before the boys she was often with would come drag her away.

(Y/n) was worried for the shelter cats that would be featured at her store looking for homes when she decided to reopen. As long as that Fiend decided to hang around, she was sure her presence would stress the cats something awful.

Thank god they had came in on a Sunday initially. Sunday was when the shelter was closed so there were no cats in the Café. (Y/n) could only imagine what awful things would have befallen them with that Fiend tornadoing about.

When everything was fixed up and ready to rock on Monday, (Y/n) had been reluctant to open up, but she needed to keep making money somehow.

“Maybe she won’t show up today…” (Y/n) murmured unconvincingly.

“What was that?” The shelter worker helping her bring the cats in asked.

“Nothing, thank you for your hard work.” (Y/n) smiled.

When the shelter worker drove away, (Y/n)’s smile fell. She finished setting everything up for the day, getting more anxious as the opening drew nearer.

“No use hesitating…” she sighed, unlocking the front door.

The Fiend didn’t seem to be around much to her relief. In fact, the first couple hours went off without a hitch. People came in for specialty drinks and sandwiches and played quietly with cute cats as usual.

But then (Y/n) happened to look out of one of the picture windows as she cleaned off a table and froze when she saw the Fiend looking in, nose and hands pressed against the glass, fogging and smudging it. At least she wasn’t pounding against the windows like usual.

Her wild eyes found (Y/n)’s, making her jump. She swallowed thickly as the Fiend ran to the door and burst inside.

“Aha!” She crowed, “You couldn’t hide them from me forever! No simple human could ever outsmart I, Power!” The Fiend slunk up closer to (Y/n) scrutinizing the plate with a half eaten sandwich that she had been about to clean up.

“Hey, hey. Isn’t that my sandwich? Why do you have my sandwich?”

“You… you want this? I could make you a fresh one.” (Y/n) tried to reason, but the Fiend took the sandwich and walked off with it, plucking out vegetables and tossing them carelessly on the floor as she went.

The Fiend, Power, (Y/n) supposed though it was a strange name, scared a couple of high school girls away from a particularly fluffy cat and plopped down in front of it.

(Y/n) bit her lip, afraid of what would happen next. Where were those boys she was always with that usually kept her in line?

But much to (Y/n)’s relief, Power was surprisingly gentle with the lazy cat, and all of the others she visited too. She was also the quietest (Y/n) had ever witnessed her. She was almost civilized.

“E-excuse me,” (Y/n) swallowed thickly, she had held out as long as she could, but the shelter worker would be back to pick up the cats soon, “We’re closing now.”

“Eh?” Power squinted up at (Y/n) from where she sat on the ground, cat lapping at her knuckles, “This is my business. I have the paperwork. Why are you still here? We’re closing soon.”

“Um, it’s my business, actually.”

“Tis mine!” Power huffed, but she stood anyway, “lock up, underlining. I have to let Denji and Aki out of the closet so they can make me dinner!”

“Ah… sure.”

Well, as long as she was leaving (Y/n) wouldn’t argue further.

The next day, Power came back. This time she had her buddies with her again. (Y/n) could hear them griping about her always running off, how they were devil hunters, not babysitters, but Power didn’t care in the least. She marched right up to (Y/n) and demanded a sandwich and a sickeningly sweet drink before plopping down on the floor to roll around with a cute little tabby.

“Why did you even have to bring this place up?” Aki huffed at Denji as they took the table (Y/n) lead them to.

“I don’t know,” Denji waved his hand, unbothered by Aki’s tone, and continued to eye the menu intently, “I didn’t think she’d be so obsessed since she has Nyako. I just wanted her to stop bouncing off the walls for one day. I’ve never had the money to go to a place like this. How was I supposed to know they don’t have cats on Sundays?” He turned to (Y/n) and gave her a big smile, pointing to all of the drinks and sandwiches he wanted to try on Aki’s dime.

Aki rubbed at his face, debating whether or not to step outside for a smoke before deciding on at least ordering a drink first.

“Sorry about her.” Aki apologized, tilting his chin in the direction of Power toppling a potted plant as (Y/n) took his order.

(Y/n) looked over to Power, who noticed her and pointed to another patron, blaming them for the broken flower pot before going back to talking animatedly to the two cats now laying across her torso. (Y/n) smiled before turning back at Aki.

“You know, when she isn’t destroying everything in the Café, she isn’t all that bad. Excuse me.” She gave a polite bow before walking away to give their orders to the kitchen.

The sandwich she gave Power was devoid of all vegetables, but layered with extra meat and cheese to fill out the bread a little more. The excited gleam in Power’s eyes let (Y/n) know she had made a good decision. At the very least she figured there wouldn’t be anything for Power to throw around.

Then she stopped by the table to give the boys their orders and went to greet the newest customers. The only disturbance that rocked the store, besides the broken flower pot, was when Aki told Power they had to leave.

(Y/n) tried to politely ignore them, but there was a lot of clamoring, yelling, swearing and claims of being bitten that filled the space for a few minutes. When (Y/n) dared to look over, she saw Power clinging to the doorframe as Denji and Aki attempted to pull her outside. Tentatively, (Y/n) went over with a possible solution.

“Power, you can come again tomorrow. Many of the same kitties will be here and I’ll make you the same sandwich I gave you today, okay?”

“Hmmmm…” Power kicked Denji in the jaw, forcing him to let go of her ankle to grab his face. Her lower half hit the ground once more, “That sounds favorable!” She turned back to a tired Aki and a sneering Denji, “What are you waiting for, let’s go kill that devil already!”

***

“I’m getting the Nobel Peace Prize you know.” Power smugly dropped when she stepped into the Café.

“Is that so?” Amused, (Y/n) played along, “And what did you do to achieve such an honor?”

“You know, stuff.” Power tossed her hair back over her shoulder with a confident grin, “They’re gonna make me Prime Minister too.”

“Very impressive, Power.”

Power puffed out her chest and released an impish giggle before tearing into her sandwich.

(Y/n) smiled and went on to her next task. Power may be a feral Blood Fiend, but she was also rather charming in her own way. Maybe more endearing than charming, actually? She had only lashed out as horribly as she did on that first day she came in because she was promised cats that weren’t there. Granted, she was still prone to boisterous and destructive behaviors, but she could also be rather cute when she wasn’t being a complete menace.

(Y/n) had quickly discovered that Power was very perceptive to praise and, ‘if you do ‘A’, you’ll get to have ‘B’. She could be stubborn, but getting used to her as she was now, (Y/n) wasn’t intimidating by sharp stares and even sharper teeth— well, the teeth were still a little intimidating, but the point was (Y/n) felt more equipped to handle Power than she had been a couple weeks ago.

It was a rather slow day, it was nice to have the company.

“Where are Denji and Aki today?” (Y/n) asked as she wiped down another table.

“Around,” Power shrugged in her seat, kicking the stem of the table repeatedly, “we were fighting a devil, but tis soooooo weak compared to me. I ditched them to come here instead!”

(Y/n) found it strange how Power could lie about the most mundane things, but be shameless in telling her that she had abandoned her team in the middle of a fight to eat a sandwich and pet a cat.

“Are you sure they don’t need help?” (Y/n) prodded.

Power scrunched up her nose, “If they can’t handle a silly devil like that on their own then they shouldn’t be devil hunters in the first place.” Power pushed her empty plate at (Y/n), “Since you ate my sandwich, you owe me another one. You know that, right?”

(Y/n) simply rolled her eyes and took the plate back to the kitchen.

“Another Power-Style sandwich please.” She called out.

When she received no confirmation, she walked further into the room and screamed.

Her chef was not just dead, his head was being smashed within the panini press several times by a spindly devil with a gapping mouth, lapping up the sizzling blood as it trickled out.

(Y/n)’s scream alerted the devil of her presence and he licked his chapped lips, finally letting the poor chef’s body fall to the floor with a heavy thud.

(Y/n) stumbled backward, her back hit the swinging door unexpectedly and threw her off balance, sending her to the floor. The devil slowly followed after her, teasingly swiping at her legs as she frantically scooted backward out of reach.

People died to devils every day. (Y/n) had even seen the after math of attacks simply walking down a crowded street. She knew it was wishful thinking, foolish thinking, to think it would never happen to her, but she needed to tell herself those things to keep her sane, everyone did.

(Y/n)’s back hit the wall unexpectedly and a pained yelp escaped her, and devil reached out for her with more purpose this time and (Y/n) shut her eyes tightly, hoping the devil would at least kill her swiftly.

“HYAHHH!”

(Y/n) felt something hot spray against her skin, but she dared not open her eyes to investigate. She heard thuds and squelching and grunts and then finally, laughter. Familiar, chaotic laughter. Power!

(Y/n) peeked through her fingers to find the demon as an unrecognizable puddle of goop and intestines. Power was stomping in the viscera and laughing like she was a child dancing in a rain puddle.

“Power you, you saved me.” (Y/n) exhaled shakily.

Power turned to face her, hand on her hips and a triumphant smirk upon her lips.

“You would not survive as a devil hunter. You better stick to this.”

(Y/n) made an amused noise, then it bubbled into a giggle, which then became a full on crazy laugh that Power joined in on. When (Y/n) finally stopped to breathe, Power asked,

“What are we laughing about?”

“I don’t know. I think I’m in shock.”

Power tilted her head from side to side, curiously watching (Y/n) attempt to catch her breath. Finally she hooked her hands beneath (Y/n)’s arms and started dragging her to the front of the Café. Then she picked her up and plopped her down on the couch, making a couple cats scatter.

“Just lay here. I’ll make Aki clean up the mess when he gets here.”

“Thank you, Power.”

Power licked the blood off of her fingers then moved around the vacated Café to gather the cats and lay them across (Y/n) in a line while they waited for Aki and Denji to come.

The next time Power came to the Café, (Y/n) was going to present her with a homemade Nobel Prize.

#chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #csm power x reader #chainsaw man power x reader #csm power #chainsaw man power

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shouldershimmycity · 2 years

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Power Outage (Rooster x Reader)

This is short and is really just a funny little thing I typed out while my own power was out. It's back on now, and I have to go sort through my refrigerator (ew).

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy. It's just a quick little story.

*****

“Isn’t there supposed to be back up power or something?” you asked Bradley, lighting more candles.

“No, this house is too old for that, we used to have an old generator but it broke down before I left high school,” his voice came from the other side of the room, his face appearing after he lit another candle in front of him.

“Well that sucks, guess we’re back to ye olden… time,” you snorted.

There was a pretty bad storm that had swept through the area. Not hurricane level, but not the usual pitter patter of rain either. A lot of people’s power was out, as you had received several text messages from the rest of the Top Gun pilots.

“Ah crap,” Bradley sighed, “they’re saying the power won’t be back on until Monday.”

“Aww man, I wanted to cook dinner tomorrow night,” you said in frustration.

“I’m sorry Baby, the food will probably be bad by then anyway,” Rooster realized.

“UGH! I hate losing power!” you complained.

Bradley gave you a little hug, knowing how much situations like these stressed you out. You both sat down on the couch in the deafening silence of Bradley’s house, ears ringing from it being too quiet. Feeling like you were going to go insane from it, you sighed loudly to fill the abyss.

“Hey! I have an idea!” you sat up excitedly, patting Bradley on the shoulder quickly, “What if everyone came over here?”

“For what?” he asked, confused. There wasn’t much to really do, given that the majority of entertainment was electronic nowadays.

“Oh come on Bradley, we grew up before cell phones, let's make do,” you said, picking up your phone to send messages to everyone to meet at Bradley’s house. Getting off the couch and walking to the closet, you grabbed a cardboard box that was in the top corner and pulled it down from it’s perch. Lifting the flaps of the box, you revealed cards, poker chips, pictionary, and a few other board games.

Mr. Bradshaw was impressed with the little stockpile, nodding his head along to your idea, “touche.”

*****

When everyone had everything taken care of at their own houses, they made their way over. Phoenix was the first to arrive, having picked up Bob on the way. Coyote and Payback showed up next, with some chips and salsa. Maverick, bless his heart, brought peanut butter and jelly fix ins, and even Hangman showed up, bringing his… charming self. Needless to say it was the best idea anyone had out of all of you. Without it everyone would have been sitting at home in the dark. (Which is what I’m doing now and I hate every minute of it). Now, everyone was cracking up at Bradley, who had a sticky note on his forehead with the word “mustache” scribbled on it.

“Am I a food?” he asked slowly.

“No.”

“Nah.”

“Nope.”

“Am I an object?” you asked the group in the same tone.

“Nope”

“Nada.”

“Am I… an F-14 Tomcat,” Maverick asked and the room went silent.

“How the fuck did you get that on the first try?” you asked him in awe, “you totally cheated!”

“Not my first rodeo,” he stated, tearing the sticky note off.

“Okay… we’ll come back to that…” Bradley gave Maverick some side eye before focusing back on your face.

“Am I an object?” he squinted at you.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“Am I hard?” he asked, deep in thought.

“Not that I can tell,” you said with a deadpan expression, looking right into his crotch. Several bursts of laughter filled the room.

“Ha Ha, am I though?” he questioned, too into the game now.

“Technically no,” you shook your head.

“Damn.”

“Am I… an animal?” you guessed.

“Yep.”

“Yeah.”

“Am I small?”

“Relatively yes.”

“I’d say so.”

You grinned at the man in front of you who was now sweating nervously. You already knew you had won.

“Am I… a bird?” you guessed.

“Haha, she’s got you man.”

“Yes haha.”

“Am I… Bradley Bradshaw?” you laughed.

“NOOOO!” Rooster cried in defeat. He lost every round and somehow Maverick was incredibly good at it.

“Hahaha! Yes! Sweet victory!” you screamed, “and YOU my friend, the answer was right under your nose.”

Bradley’s confused expression turned to mild annoyance when he saw what was written on his note, “...fuck it really was.”

*****

While everyone ate peanut butter and jelly with chips and salsa for dinner, everyone shared wild stories they had from the navy.

“A-and then, he’s going off about everything,” Hangman chuckled, “and the Admiral walks in right behind him.” Everyone gasped, and Seresin shook his head, still laughing, “he holds it up, and is like ‘who’s fucking pants are these?’ and the Admiral just says…” he’s too far gone to finish the story, wheezing himself into oblivion and everyone is laughing with him.

“Did I ever tell you about that time when I–” Maverick started.

“Yes,” you said, completely serious.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say–” he defends.

“Yes I did,” you state, still serious.

Maverick sighed, waiting for you to be done.

“Sorry, go on,” you encourage.

“Did I ever tell you about that time when I was inverted and I scared off a MiG 28?”

Maverick was dumbfounded, and you still looked at him in complete seriousness after quoting him word for word at the same time he said it.

“...Yes, yes you did,” you said, cracking up at his face, “but we can hear it again.”

The captain rubbed his hands over his face. He loved you, but sometimes he wanted to drop you off in the middle of Baghdad and have you find your way home.

*****

Eventually everyone started to trickle out, having to return home and check up on their own situations, but it was a fun little party while it lasted. Packing everything back into its box, you smiled over at Bradley who was snoring on the couch.

The power may be out, but you guys made it work. You always made it work.

#top gun x reader #top gun maverick #rooster #rooster top gun #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader

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northern-polaris · 1 year

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Hiraeth (1/?)

Hi so someone bullied me into posting this so now we’re here. This is just pure self-indulgence and it’s not going to make sense. Enjoy? No beta we die like Andras doesn’t.

Summary: I couldn’t think of a good summary so this is basically modern Tamlin with canon universe Lucien. Don’t worry about it. But all that stuff is going to happen later and this chapter is going to be sad tam hours.

Honestly, it was Andras’ fault. His friend just had to call him to bombard him with worries, inquiries, and other related issues. As if he didn’t already have enough of those already. Just more items to add to the seemingly never-ending list of things for Tamlin to torture himself with in the dead of night.

The conversation made him vulnerable; made him uncover old, festering wounds that marred his mind, sending him back to that ‘bad place’ that Alis would warn him about. stalking through the desolate halls, he shouted curses and damnations against the backdrop of deafening silence. Anything that would have drowned out the roaring in his head.

Noon gave way to afternoon, afternoon to late evening, and finally late evening to early morning when Tamlin finally regained some sense of clarity.

Upon his returned consciousness, he marched out to the back patio that overlooked the forest he often dreamed of disappearing into. He dug around in his pockets, searching for something, hoping almost desperately that he would find it. The discovery of his phone on his person revealed that he had missed several messages, Tamlin was both too high-strung and exhausted to respond to them yet, and that wasn’t even what he was looking for anyways.

After checking every pocket and rummaging around the patio for longer than he cared to admit, he finally found what he needed.

Cigarettes. Thank fuck.

His celebration was short-lived once he realized that he didn’t have anything to light them with. A few more curses and crashes later, he scrounged up some matches. That would have to do in the meantime until he could find his lighter.

With great haste, he lit the ‘death stick’(nickname courtesy of Andras), placed it in between his lips, and took a deep inhale. The burning in his lungs was a welcome and familiar sensation, his muscles already relaxing alongside his racing heart.

He was on his third cigarette when Tamlin finally bothered to check his phone messages. One was from Andras; a simple question about how he was feeling. He ground his teeth and felt a muscle twitch in his jaw. He didn’t need all this monitoring. He didn’t need to be coddled or handled like something delicate or breakable.

He was fine.

After taking another much needed drag from his cigarette, he tried to calm himself and his newfound ragged breathing. Breathe. In, hold, out, repeat. He didn’t know how Andras tolerated him.

After what felt like hours but revealed to be only a few minutes as shown on his clock, Tamlin tightened the reins on his emotions and tapped out a quick reply:

[Everything is fine.]

Because it was.

The other messages were both from Alis, his back straightening at the sight of them. He could practically hear her stern but warm voice chastising him for slouching as she typically did. She always scolded him for his ‘less than desirable’ habits, and he respected that the stubborn woman never let off with it. God forbid if he ever told her that though.

[Hello Tamlin, I hope that you are having a good day.]

He readjusted the death stick in his mouth and kept reading.

[I wanted to let you know that I shall be returning from vacation with my nephews next week, Monday. Andras told me about what happened earlier, which you didn’t mention in your last update.]

He vowed to kill that fucking snitch one of these days.

[And now I expect you to give me daily updates until my return. Furthermore, I want to remind you to eat dinner. It’s good for you.]

[Good night, try to sleep well.]

The messages from Alis and Andras were sent around two P.M. Tamlin checked the time to find that it was nearly one A.M.

He sighed and slouched again in the chair he didn’t remember sitting down in. Monitoring and Coddling on both fronts. Great. Just. Fucking. Great.

He stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it precariously in the direction of the trash, letting his head lean back until he was staring at the ceiling, looking for something that he didn’t understand. He squinted when he thought he saw something move, but it was most likely something his brain conjured up. Nonetheless, he kept staring.

It reminded him of the story where a woman stared at her yellow wallpaper until she went mad. He made himself chuckle at the mental image of him creeping around like she did, biting bed posts and ripping apart accursed paper confinements.

It sure felt tempting.

After an indefinite amount of time just waiting for the ceiling to move, Tamlin decided to at least try to make something that he could sink his teeth into. For Alis’ sake.

He could make a steak, pretend that it was Andras, and promptly rip it to shreds. That was enough motivation to make him slip out of his chair on shaky legs and walk back inside.

He stumbled into his kitchen and swung the freezer door open, nearly ripping it off the hinges. Letting out a noise that could have been a growl, he regarded the packaging of beef that he had forgotten to separate earlier. All of the cuts were frozen together.

With already frayed nerves and a complete lack of patience, he rationalized that he could pry one off the heap with a simple knife. It went through like butter for about halfway, and then the knife got stuck.

Tamlin grunted in frustration, applied more force, and it still had the gall to not move. He decided then to throw all caution to the wind and placed his other hand at the other end of the pile for more leverage and stabbed through it as hard as he could.

“Fuck!”

Well, that was certainly more blood than Tamlin was comfortable with.

#pro tamlin #tamlin #tamcien #lucien vanserra #I don't have an explanation #I just need to put the babygirl through the blender #It's how I show my affection #tw smoking #tw mental illness #tammy is not fine don't let him tell you otherwise #i don't know what else to tag just read at your own digression

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child-of-peace · 1 year

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I’m trying to figure out the timeline of Headless and this is what I have so far:

We know for a fact that Ichabod’s court session was on a Monday, so we’ll centre it on that: Episode 5 takes place on a Monday and will be our touchstone. So looking at the earlier episodes, Episode 4 must take place on Sunday. The episode exists in a single day and towards the end of it, Ichabod gets a reminder that he would be in court the next day.

Episode 3 is a little more uncertain. I think it must start before Saturday (it spans two days and given Douffé gets stabbed, there was definitely at least a day before Ichabod turned up at the drugstore on Sunday) so maybe it’s Friday-Saturday. Episode 2 has Ichabod and Brom teaching, so is definitively a school day, so I’d reckon it’s most likely Thursday, but it could also be Wednesday. As for Episode 1, Ichabod said in Episode 5 that he’d been in Sleepy Hollow for less than a week, so the earliest day he could have moved there was Tuesday. (Again, it could also be Wednesday.)

Now for the episodes after Episode 5, Episode 6 must take place on Tuesday. Kat asks Ichabod after his court session to dinner with her dad the next day.

Episode 7 starts on Tuesday late evening, but it spans three days. At no point does it definitively say that the next part happens the following day, though given their rush and the likelihood of Ichabod having studied Elizabeth Van Tassel’s diary Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, it would be safe to assume that the next part takes place on Wednesday. Except, Brom, in Episode 9, says that Ichabod started his community service on 7th October, which, in 2022, was a Friday.

There are three possible explanations for this. 1) Brom is just wrong - given that Brom says their google calendars are linked and Ichabod doesn’t have a google calendar, Brom may have been confused. 2) This show does not take place in 2022 - I thought it was, but now I’m not entirely sure. The last time 7th October was on a Wednesday was in 2020. 3) It is a Friday, and it took them a couple of days after Tuesday to figure out the matching symbols in Anneke’ and Davy “Gravy” Jones’ books.

So, for the sake of this, I’m going to go with Option 1: Part 2 of Episode 7 takes place on Wednesday. Part 3 of Episode 7, therefore, takes place on Thursday. Brom says he’ll go ask Lucretia to see the basement and we’re told that happens the next day.

That means Episode 8 also takes place on Thursday. Lucretia says to Brom that she has a wedding that very day and that’s when the heist happens.

If Episode 8 is Thursday, Episode 9 must be Friday. Each head only lasts 24 hours and Paulie is still active. It must start in the late morning/early afternoon, since the gang starts off in jail and then, an hour later, Paulie shows up and his head promptly dissolves naturally.

This means that the gang were in jail for at least 10 hours - the heist canonically took 15 minutes on Thursday afternoon/early evening. And finally, Episode 10. The start of this episode would take place on Friday evening (or Sunday evening if we went with Option 3). Kat tells them after the jailbreak to head to her house later that evening for “the world’s weirdest scavenger hunt”.

We know when midnight hits as that is definitively stated, so we know it filters over into Saturday (or Monday), and the gang walk around with Henrietta in the early hours of Saturday morning.

Also, I don’t know how American school terms work, but I’m assuming that Episode 5-10 take place during half term (I think the American equivalent is semester break?), since Ichabod and Brom don’t seem to spend any time in school. Half term for us is typically the last week of October, but I’m not sure how semester break works (I did try to look it up, but couldn’t find anything) so could it be early October?

Me, writing this post:

Anyway, what do other people think? Have I missed anything obvious?

To simplify it:

Tuesday - 1️⃣

Thursday - 2️⃣

Friday - 3️⃣

Saturday - 3️⃣

Sunday - 4️⃣

Monday - 5️⃣

Tuesday - 6️⃣7️⃣

Wednesday - 7️⃣

Thursday - 7️⃣8️⃣

Friday - 9️⃣🔟

Saturday - 🔟

#Please appreciate that I wrote this from memory #I am obsessed with this show and have watched it so many times #This is kinda relevant for my fic of the show from Matilda’s POV #Can you tell I'm autistic?#I wrote this instead of paying attention to a lecture so it may have mistakes or not make a lot of sense #Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story #Headless Shipwrecked #Shipwrecked Comedy #Own Post

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moonjxsung · 2 months

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STAAARRR I NEED UR ADvice . PLZ

ok so theres this concert happening next thursday that i may or may not already have bought tickeys for without asking my parents and my parents are VERY STRICT AND WILL NEVER ALLOW ME TO GO TO A CONCERT AT ALL. ESP AT THE TIME ITSBAT (8-10 PM SO ITS LATE) AND SO . I was being a little devious and thought of some excuses. that it was a dinner conference for my internship which i had to go to bcs i didnt go to the one during the winter. which came off well to my mom but her only response was “ohhj thays late…its ok ur dad can wait outside the venue” UMMMMMMMMMMMmzzzzzzUELP . I did research and the venue is literally ONE HUGE ROOM. LIKE THE EXITS LEAD STRAIGHT TO THE STAGE AND THE FLOOR SO I CANT EVEN BE LIKE “oh there was a concert and a conference happening at the same time” AGH! AND THEN MY FRIEND DID RESEARCH ONLINE THRU GOOGLE IMAGES AND SAW THAT EVEN THO THE VENUE IS INT HE CITY, THERE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE PARKING RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE VENUE BCS OF HOW WIDE THE STREETS ARE. SO MY DAD CANT EVEN WAIT LIKE 5 BLOCKS AWAY IM CRURITKEKEJTKJFKEJ. AND ALSO ITS LIKE…IN THE CITY. WHOSE ACTUALLY DRIVING TO THE CITY PEOPLE USUALLY USE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. IM GOING TO SOB. THERES NO GUARANTEE THAT THE STREETS WILL BE FULL OF CARS BCS OF THAT.

so we made another plan. i think she forgot abt the conference for now bcsssaaa i mentioned it sometime last week but like. now my excuse is that my boss gave me a ticket to bring a friend and so im gonna “bring” my girlfriend. and then ill say that my gf has to do smth w her family the next day so its more convenient for her dad to pick us up and drop us off bcs he was gonna come do that anyway.

on monday, my friends and i r literally going to the venue to scout the area out im being so fr 😭😭💀

do u think itll work be honest. im also terrified of even bringing up the “conference” again bcs idk im jist SCARED 😭😭😭 But i wanna go to the concert so bad plslslsl WHAT DONU THINK. I need multipple BRAINS ON THIS. HOW DO I BRING UP THE CONFERENCE AGAIN TO MY MOM

- a very desperate and malding 💫

HELDPXPSOLEKRKRKFMEKRKKTNT THIS STRESSED ME OUT SO BAD JUST READING IT OH MY GOD 😭😭😭😭 idk if you’ve ever seen the movie New York Minute w Mary Kate & Ashley Olsen but this literally sounds like that movie JSKDKLDSKWOEKKRRK ANYWAYS my first thought before I finished even reading this was that you need to get a ride home from ur FRIENDDDD there is literally no way around it I’m almost 100% sure that if your dad waits outside the “conference” for you he’s going to know what’s going on 😭😭 but I think it makes total sense to say that your friend has something the next day so you need to get picked up by your friends’ family! Don’t even phrase it as a suggestion or a question just straight up be like “yeah her parents are picking me up so I’ll let you know when we’re all on the way home” and be as casual about it as possible! Don’t say anything that might invite more questions 😭 AND if worse case scenario you do get caught, just say there was a change of plans (keep it very vague) but don’t pile on more lies, just be mostly honest w them. Like “yeah there was a change of plans so my friends and I opted to go to this event instead but I didn’t think it’d be a big deal because I already told you guys I’d be busy that day” and if they scold you then just let it happen and don’t argue more! Parents just want you to be safe at the end of the day so you can’t blame them too much but also I don’t see an issue going to a concert if you already said you’d be out, I change plans all the time and as long as I get home safely and answer the phone when my parents call they’re usually okay w it. GOOD LUCK BESTIE LMK HOW IT GOES……… also have fun at the concert wtaf that sounds so exciting!!!! Be safe please!!!!! 🩷💘💝💓💞💖💕🫶👼✨

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Together, Chapter 3

Together Chapter 3 is here

If you want me to post this here, let me know and I will, but it is 9,000+ words, and that honestly just gets really unwieldy, so, below is a preview.

Dear Newt,

I was glad to read an update on the diricawls. I hope they do well this week.

We’re wrapping up that smuggling case I’ve been telling you about. Work is still busy. I prefer it that way, although I wish I’d been able to write you yesterday. A new informant came in unexpectedly, and I was at the office until just after one.

You asked how I am. The truth is: I don’t know. I look for the shoes she left in the middle of the floor—I used to nag her about that endlessly—and for her sewing projects on the side table. I expect replies to my thoughts.

I’m angry at how I left things. But I also don’t know how not to be angry at her for what she’s done. I haven’t always agreed with her choices, but I used to think I could understand them.

What in Merlin’s name was she thinking in Paris? How could she be so taken in by that man and his bigotry? Especially given how our poppa’s family was treated in Europe. I can’t understand it.

I know that you do not have answers to these questions any more than I do.

I found a page of notes I’d made when I first read your book—questions and things. I never got the chance to ask them in London or Paris. Would you answer them now, in your letters? I have enclosed the page with this letter.

The drawing that you enclosed of Queenie and Jacob on the evening we all met was wonderful. You’ve captured their expressions perfectly. I suppose I knew that you’d done your own illustrations, but I didn’t realize that you liked drawing people, too. They’re beautiful. Do you often sketch things like this from memory? You mentioned that it feels as though that dinner was ages ago, although it was only the year before last. I agree. Sometimes I think Queenie and I must’ve known you and Jacob forever.

Did the Zouwu get off alright? Your friend was supposed to get her settled in on the 18th, wasn’t he?

Oh, and I meant to tell you, I put in a request on Monday to exchange more information on Grindelwald’s movements with the Ministry Auror’s Office. The bureaucracy is always a challenge, but at least I know that Theseus and his team understand what’s at stake.

I can see how you’ve described him. He can be quite fixed in the way he sees things. He has good instincts, though, and at times is very perceptive. I’m glad you’ve been looking after him when he needs it. Please look after yourself, too.

I wish I could draw as you do, because I’d send you a sketch of how the city looks this evening. The sun has just begun to set, and it is beautiful.

Tell Pick and the nifflers hello from me. I hope everyone in the case and menagerie is well.

Yours,

Tina

The sound of steps in the next room to pulls Tina from sleep. She grabs for her wand and points it at the open doorway. Only as her eyes begin to adjust to the darkness does she recall that the sound might be a house guest rather than an intruder. Mercy Lewis, she thinks, please let it be a nice, mellow creature, and not an erumpent in heat or a bunch of baby nifflers come to find Momma’s shabbat candlesticks.

But as the figure in the doorway reaches a strip of moonlight, she sees that it is not a magical beast at all, but a wizard. Her stomach jolts pleasantly at the recollection of everything that happened tonight. “Newt.”

“Merlin’s beard, I didn’t mean to—“

She follows his gaze to her wand arm, and lowers it, laughing ruefully. “Sorry. Habit.”

“Yes.” His posture relaxes a little. “Of course.”

“Nobody’s gotten out, have they? It’s cold tonight, and—“

“No, no. Not that I know of anyway.” He winces—partly a smile—at his answer, and she laughs softly.

She spends a moment taking in his appearance after a few hours apart. His hair looks darker in moonlight, almost brown, except for the strands that shine copper where the light hits directly. He must sleep in these clothes, for he has changed since she last saw him, into a well-worm pair of trousers and a shirt with a deep open collar. His eyes are tired, but warm. The vulnerability and trust, so clear in his gaze, makes her ache to be closer.

“I—“ He glances down, as though gathering his words. “I woke and I felt—alone? And I wanted…” She throws her covers off and makes her way to him. He trails off when her hand covers his, and his gaze flies to hers.

She feels him search her face and hopes he’ll see the vulnerability and trust and warmth she felt, given to him in turn.

He slides his fingers between hers.

And a breath later, he is in her arms, wrapping his tightly around her and pressing his face into her neck. His hold is fierce.

“Oh,” she breathes, settling her arms around him.

He drops a featherlight kiss on her neck. His hands are warm where they rest against her. “Okay?”

She nods into his neck and shoulder. “Of course.” She is grateful for his care in asking, but it is difficult to imagine a world in which this touch could be unwelcome.

Continue on Archive of Your Own

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Here With Me Part 25 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: A four day patriot's day weekend gives Taylor and Kelsey the chance to have their first real getaway as a couple and start to put the past week behind them. Song inspiration: I Don't Love You Like I Used To - John Legend. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram). I didn't want to post this part until I had finished the next but since it's my birthday have it anyway.

Warnings: anxiety, smut, discussion of abortion, lingering trauma // Word Count: 4,031

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Twenty Four

April 11th, 2023

Though Taylor had texted asking if she was coming over Monday night like normal, Kelsey declined knowing that he had just put up with her all weekend long and could use a little bit of time with his roommates or just not having to deal with her still moderately fragile emotional state. Plus she had plenty of schoolwork to do with having been out of it for basically the last six days.

Arriving at class on Tuesday morning however, she had a very important question to ask Taylor and smiled softly when he arrived, bringing her her usual coffee order.

“Do you have plans this weekend?” She inquired.

“Nope.” Taylor replied matter of factly. “What are we doing?” He asked as he leaned down to peck her lips softly.

“Friend of mine’s family has a place on the beach in Connecticut that isn’t being used this weekend so thought maybe we could drive down Friday and come back Tuesday. Weekend getaway for the two of us…?”

“You have sunscreen?”

The fact that that was Taylor’s only response made a giggle bubble up in Kelsey’s throat for the first time in a week.

“We can get sunscreen…” Kelsey assured him. “The lotion kind even if you want to help me apply it…”

A glint in Taylor’s eyes told her that he’d be all for that and her smile brightened a bit more.

“So does that mean you’ll come with me?” She questioned. “We can cook out and have a fire and kayak and enjoy the hot tub…”

“Yeah Kels.” Taylor agreed before moving to his seat as their professor entered the room to start class.

April 14th, 2023

Having texted back and forth with her friend about what the house had and what she needed to bring, Kelsey went shopping early Friday morning picking up steaks, vegetables for grilling and omelets, a bottle of wine, almond milk, and eggs. That would at least cover Friday dinner and Saturday breakfast and then they could figure out what they were doing for food the rest of the weekend and go to the store.

With all of that packed in a cooler in her trunk beside her weekend bag, Kelsey drove to Taylor’s dorm to pick her boyfriend up for their excursion after his morning training session.

The drive down into Connecticut was about two hours once a stop for lunch was accounted for so it was early afternoon when they arrived at the house.

With Taylor there, unloading the car only took one trip and while he carried their things to the bedroom, Kelsey unloaded the cooler into the fridge. When he met her in the kitchen, his hands slid around her waist from behind and Kelsey relaxed into him, glancing off to the side out at the ocean just beyond the windows. They had three full days where this was their view and time moved slower.

She wanted to enjoy every single second of it.

Lacing her fingers with his, Kelsey pulled Taylor out the sliding glass doors and through the grassy yard to the small patch of private beach. It was quiet except for the sounds of the ocean and Kelsey felt tension she hadn’t realized she was still carrying slip from her body.

“It’s been years since I’ve been here.” Kelsey murmured softly, almost afraid the sound of her voice would ruin the tranquility.

“We’re gonna owe your friend a big thank you because this is nice.” Taylor stated. Not only was the view incredible, but Taylor knew just how much Kelsey had needed this weekend away, how much they needed this weekend as a couple to take that next step forward.

Pausing at the edge of the beach, Kelsey bent over to slip her shoes off, letting her toes dig into the cool sand. It was still far too early in the year for the ocean to be warm enough to even wade in unfortunately, but the feeling of sand between her toes was enough for now. With Taylor tucking her against his side, they walked along their stretch of beach before sinking into the sand side by side just to stare at the ocean.

“How you feeling Kels?” Taylor asked quietly as his thumb rubbed over the back of her hand.

“It’s been a tough week and a half…” Kelsey admitted softly. “Hard dealing with emotions I had buried for self-preservation.”

“I’m sorry…” Taylor murmured, his expression showing her he understood as he leaned over to kiss her head.

“I don’t want you to feel sorry for me T, okay?” Kelsey murmured. “And I don’t want this thing to dominate our lives or our relationship.” The way she let out a breath told Taylor that she wasn’t finished and so he stayed silent for a moment longer. “There is always going to be a part of me that struggles with the experiences of my past but I don’t want this to become something that holds us back T…not when things were so good before.”

“I’m not gonna lie and say that it doesn’t change things.” Taylor declared knowing that she needed to hear the truth. “Our relationship is never going to be exactly the same as it was. But change doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Change can bring healing. Change has and will continue to bring strength. And change means that I love you more deeply than I did before. Yes, things were good, but our future is gonna be even better Kels, this weekend is just the start.”

The pout on her face and her tense body language told Taylor that she hadn’t liked what she heard and he sighed softly, shifting closer to wrap an arm around her.

“You having an abortion Kelsey is only going to hold us back…dominate our lives if you let it. Am I probably going to be more cautious about protecting you when we’re intimate because I love you…yes. But if you keep holding onto the trauma you’re carrying that’s what’s going to hurt us. I understand why you buried it for two years because it’s not something that’s easy to deal with alone, but you’re not alone now and you need to start moving through the trauma instead of pretending it doesn’t exist …whether you see a therapist or find a group or even just journal about it. Whatever works for you. I’ll support you however you choose to cope. But doing nothing, that’s going to be what has the potential to destroy us.”

Though she hated it, deep down Kelsey knew that Taylor was right and that now that this had all been brought to the surface there was no way she was going to be able to bury it, not without losing everything she loved about her life, Taylor being at the top of that list.

“I’m gonna try but be patient with me…?” She sighed, tipping her head to rest against his shoulder.

“Beside you every step of the way.”

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Kelsey and Taylor sat on the beach just watching the ocean lap against the shore for over an hour before heading back inside to change out of their sandy clothes. Taylor had certainly given her a lot to think about and so Kelsey was somewhat subdued.

Dressed in fresh clothes, she moved to the kitchen to start pulling out everything needed to make dinner. Digging through cabinets she found foil, olive oil, and a good steak and vegetable seasoning. As she turned to get things out of the fridge she bumped into Taylor who was holding a glass of wine and looked fondly amused.

“I lit the fire outside, take this and go sit Kels, I’ve got dinner.”

“I can…” She started only to be cut off by her boyfriend. “Kelsey, go sit and relax. You did the shopping and the driving, let me make dinner.”

Knowing that this too wasn’t a battle she was going to win, Kelsey took the wine glass and made her way outside, flopping into one of the comfy chairs near the gas fire pit.

It was a beautiful day and though Kelsey’s mind was still spinning, she really didn’t want to let her head ruin the weekend. So she just sipped wine and watched the flickering of the fire with the ocean in the background trying to figure out how she could deal with everything so that she didn’t lose the best thing in her life.

It was scary facing it all head on, which is why she never had.

After a few minutes, the sliding door opened and Taylor stepped out to start the grill. Before he headed inside he pulled up music on his phone and left it to play from the outdoor dining table. With him leaving the sliding door open, he could hear it just as well from in the kitchen as she could from her spot. Letting out a deep sigh, Kelsey pulled her phone from her pocket to scroll through instagram.

When she looked up again, Taylor was topping off her wine glass before moving to put foil packets of vegetables on the grill.

After a few minutes he was back outside with the steaks and once they were on the grill he leaned casually beside it, the weight of his eyes on her.

The fact that there was still a tension between them killed Kelsey and if she hadn’t cried herself out over the past week, she was certain she would have started at that moment. Instead she took a deep breath and pulled up a book on her phone in an attempt to clear her mind with anything besides what felt so wrong.

Reading and rereading the same few paragraphs over and over, it wasn’t long before Taylor was pulling things off of the grill. He took it all inside and after a few trips the outdoor dining table had glasses of water on it in addition to two plates full of food and silverware to eat with.

Taking her glass of wine over, Kelsey settled into the chair Taylor had pulled out for her and set her glass on the table.

“Looks great T.” She murmured softly, her smile weak.

He had cooked the steaks perfectly and everything was well seasoned but not overly so. It was absolutely delicious.

Music continued to play from his phone, filling the otherwise quiet air as neither said much while they ate.

When plates were cleared, Taylor carried them inside to be washed later and then reappeared grabbing his phone off the table. Not sure what he was doing, Kelsey didn’t think anything of it until Taylor was standing beside her, offering his other hand out to her.

“Dance with me?” He prompted, pulling her out of the seat once her fingers laced with his. Once she was standing he pressed play on whatever song he had selected before setting his phone down and pulling her away from the table and into his chest.

I don't love you like I used to

I don't love you just the same

No, I couldn't pretend

Be a liar if I said we haven't changed

Right off the bat, the lyrics echoed everything that Taylor had said just a couple of hours earlier and somehow Kelsey knew this is where he’d gotten that train of thought.

I love you so much more with every day, ayy

Oh, I'm in too deep to run away, ayy

'Cause you and I been through so much together

And we get closer, the closer we get to forever

There wasn’t much to Taylor’s dancing, it was mostly a sway from side to side as he held her tight, but the way that he sang along with the lyrics of the chorus softly in her ear caused a lump to form in her throat.

This wasn’t love in the way that kids love, this was love in the way that a man loves a woman, wholly and fully, flaws and all. Taylor had given her glimpses before that they were toeing the forever kind of love but it washed over her now like a raging river. They were both in so far over their heads but Kelsey wouldn’t want it any other way.

Though the song changed, Taylor’s grip on her didn’t, his body continuing to hold her close while they swayed. Little by little Kelsey’s body relaxed against him and after a few minutes Taylor’s hand swept up to lift her chin so he could kiss her softly and sweetly.

“We’re good Kels.” He whispered against her lips when he pulled back. “So you gotta stop letting your mind dwell on things that aren’t reality. Just be here…with me.”

As he kissed her again, Kelsey’s arms slipped up around his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss as whatever playlist he had put on continued in the background. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless but that you didn’t want to stop, not even to breathe.

After a few more minutes of kissing and then a few more dancing, Taylor guided her over to the chairs by the fire, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap.

“Now relax and enjoy the fire and the view with me.” Taylor said softly, just wanting her to stop thinking so much and enjoy the moment they were blessed with.

Curled in his lap, Kelsey rested her head on his shoulder just looking out as the sun slowly started to set, lighting the sky up in a beautiful palette of color. As it sank beneath the horizon though, the small gas fire did little to stop the chill of the cooling air, and Kelsey shivered.

“Let’s go inside.” Taylor murmured, feeling her shiver again. Standing from his lap, Kelsey nodded and moved to grab anything else they had left outside while he turned the fire off and grabbed his phone.

Together they moved inside, turning lights on now that it was dark and Kelsey moved to grab a glass of water while Taylor locked up.

“I’m assuming you aren’t ready for bed so what do you want to do?” Kelsey asked softly, as Taylor padded toward her.

“Movie on the couch?”

Nodding at his suggestion, Kelsey moved to find the remote and turn the tv on to figure out something. While she did so, Taylor turned on the gas fireplace and then settled onto the couch, pulling her onto him. Starting a movie, Kelsey shifted to situate herself in a better position before snuggling into Taylor’s warm body.

Snuggling Taylor was the best thing. He was solid under her, his hands warm as they trailed light patterns over her skin. And just as it had earlier when he kissed her while dancing, want pooled in Kelsey’s core.

Adjusting slightly, Kelsey pressed light kisses along Taylor’s jaw seeking his attention. When he glanced away from the movie she kissed the corner of his mouth before moving in for a proper kiss.

The way Taylor kissed her back made Kelsey sigh happily into his mouth. It was an exploratory kiss, light but enthusiastic. She knew that Taylor was letting her set the boundaries, especially when he urged her to sit up before shifting to lean against the armrest of the couch, keeping her in control while they kissed in a more comfortable position.

With her arms around his neck, Kelsey deepened the kiss, a soft moan spilling from her throat. With everything that had happened it had been almost three weeks since they’d last had sex and Kelsey’s libido was feeling it.

She hadn’t even realized that she was grinding down on his lap until Taylor’s hands shifted to still her hips and she saw how dark his eyes were when she paused to breathe.

Shifting a bit to press her chest firmly against his, Kelsey kissed him again, hot and deep and slowly started to roll her hips despite his hands on them.

Taylor responded for a moment before pulling back, his grip on her hips tighter.

“Kels…I need to know if your mind is in control right now or if it’s your hormones.” He asked, his expression soft and full of concern but still laced with the effects of their makeout session.

Confusion settled onto Kelsey’s face. Why was he asking her that?

“Kels…the last few weeks have fucked up your mind enough. I don’t want to add to that by having sex before you’re mentally ready just because you’re horny.”

Though she didn’t mean to, Kelsey couldn’t help the pout that formed on her lips.

“Kels…” Taylor murmured knowing where her mind could wander to if he didn’t stop it. “I want you, you know that. Just need to be sure that us being together isn’t going to trigger something for you because you’re not actually ready.”

Kelsey appreciated that Taylor just wanted to take care of her but his concern really wasn’t necessary.

“Taylor…I’m on long term birth control and we use condoms and I know you’d never do anything to hurt me in that way. Is it 100% guaranteed that I won’t get pregnant…no, but it’s pretty damn close and a level of risk I’m comfortable with. Plus as you’ve told me at least a hundred times in the last week I’m not alone anymore on the rare chance the protection fails. I miss you T. I miss feeling like us. The past few weeks haven’t fucked me up that much that you have to worry about me being triggered by being intimate with you.”

“Ok.” Taylor replied, kissing her nose softly. “But if you want to stop at any point all you have to do is say so.”

Rolling her eyes, Kelsey shoved his chest as she climbed off of him, sending him a look that told him that now he was just being an idiot.

“Not gonna happen.” She declared, flipping off the tv and moving to turn off the fireplace before retreating to the bedroom with a glance over her shoulder.

By the time Taylor had locked up and turned all the lights off on his way to the main bedroom he found Kelsey sprawled on the bed in only a pair of light green panties trimmed with black lace and a black satin bra.

Looking her up and down, Taylor met her gaze, holding it for a long moment before moving across the room to kneel on the bed beside her.

“Beautiful.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss her.

There was a fire behind Kelsey’s kiss as she returned Taylor’s, one hand sliding up under his shirt along the firm muscles of his back.

As the kiss continued, Kelsey shifted her free hand to help tug Taylor’s shirt off of his body before whimpering as all his bare skin came on display for her. How lucky was she to have him all to herself?

When his hand edged under her shoulder, Kelsey arched her back up toward him so that he could pop the hooks on her bra before pulling the satin from her body.

“T…I need you.” She breathed, pulling him down for another kiss and basking in the feeling of his bare chest on hers.

“All. Yours.” Taylor mumbled against her mouth between kisses. “After I get a condom.” He added when he pulled away, her complaints following.

Those complaints fell silent when he pushed both his pants and boxer briefs off of his body after pulling a foil package from his weekend bag. Kelsey was never going to tire of seeing him nude and hard for her.

“Your show tiger.” He declared as he pulled her on top of him as he fell back on the bed. He wanted her to have the extra control after everything and he certainly couldn’t complain about the fact that she looked like a goddess over him.

With Kelsey kissing him again, hot but teasing, Taylor tugged at her panties, removing them when she moaned softly into his mouth. As his hands slid back up her body, Taylor quickly ran two fingers through her core finding her as wet as all the times they’d been together previously. With her assurances that both her body and mind were ready, Taylor slipped the condom into her hand. He wanted her to feel confident that it was on properly and that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

Instead of tearing the condom wrapper open immediately like he had expected, Kelsey instead set it beside her as she straddled his lap and her fingers grazed over his length making him groan and twitch.

“Kels if you touch me I’m gonna…” He warned, only for her to nod. Still instead of reaching for the condom, Taylor watched as her gaze dropped to his length hard and heavy between his hips where her fingers had been moments before. The way she focused on it made him swallow hard because she seemed to be examining him with her eyes to the point where he almost felt a little self conscious.

After a minute or two her eyes lifted to meet his and she smiled as she leaned over him.

“I love you.” She declared softly. “And I hope you know that one of these days I’m going to thoroughly explore your dick even more because it fascinates me.” Her kisses against his lips were light and teasing but full of her love for him and when she pulled back to breathe she finally reached for the condom, tearing it open and pulling it from the wrapper. Pinching the tip she carefully rolled it down his length until he was fully sheathed.

Though Taylor had questions on why she didn’t leave air at the tip he knew that she knew what she was doing and just made a note to ask her about it later. For now he was just going to focus on her and making sure that she was okay and that they both enjoyed this.

“You’re something else Kels.” Taylor mumbled as she shifted over him. “And for the record…I love you too.”

As his last words fell from his mouth, Kelsey started sinking down over him, immediately surrounding him in the tight warmth of her body.

“Oh….” She breathed, pausing before continuing to lower herself, little gasps escaping her.

Sliding his hands over her thighs to her hips, Taylor supported her as she took him fully.

There really was nothing like feeling her like this.

After a moment her walls fluttered around him as she got comfortable and then she slowly started raising and lowering herself over him in a slow but steady pace.

Focusing on her face, Taylor kissed her softly trying to help her relax and enjoy so that the pleasure could wash over her. And by focusing on her, it was easier to control his own dick so that he didn’t cum before she did.

Eventually, Taylor could feel her legs wobble a little as she started to tire and he broke the kiss to meet her gaze.

“Sides okay?” He questioned, only shifting them once she had nodded, dipping her head to his shoulder for a short rest.

Carefully, Taylor lifted her off of him before rolling them to their sides and positioning her in a way he could carefully slip back inside of her.

Holding her close, his movements were still slow as he ground against her between gentle thrusts.

“Cum for me love.” He urged whispering softly into her ear. With Kelsey clinging tighter to him, Taylor kissed softly over her face and slid a thumb to rub at her clit until she was clamping down around him as her orgasm rolled over her body drawing tears from her eyes. With his following before hers had even ended, Taylor gently worked them both though the lingering waves before pulling out and holding her close.

When Kelsey looked up at him she wiped the tears away and kissed him, a relaxed and sated smile on her lips.

“So did you bring more condoms or do we need to add them to the shopping list?”

Yeah…this weekend was gonna be good for them.

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