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all's well that end well to end up with you (p.2)

Welcome back to part two of this fic! If you missed part one it’s right here! enjoy!!

xoxo nina

The absolute last thing Jo had expected when she came to New York for a medical conference was running into her ex-husband. It should’ve been on her radar, Arizona was headlining the conference, but she hadn’t thought that Alex would be interested in maternal-fetal medicine. Yet there they were, staring at each other across a crowded hotel lobby. Arizona interrupts her train of thought, welcoming her and gushing about how excited she is that Jo is now an OB.

“I have to run but I see your husband over there,” if Arizona registers her shock she doesn’t show it. “Good to see you, Jo!”

As soon as Arizona is out of sight Jo finds herself marching up to Alex and slapping his arm, “Ow! What was that for?”

“What was that for? Arizona just called you my husband,” Alex flinches and Jo can’t help rolling her eyes at him. “You didn’t tell her?”

“It never came up.” “Alex! It’s been three years,” at the mention of their separation reality seems to sink in around Alex and Jo. They haven’t seen each other in three years, not since Jo dropped him off at the airport. “Hi.”

“Hey. You look… wow,” Alex realizes his blunder almost immediately, stuttering over his words as he tries to correct himself. “Sorry, uh, about Arizona. I’m scared she’s going to hit me for letting you get away. Which, fair enough, you know?”

Jo takes Alex in fully for the first time. His hair is a bit grayer but he looks good with his sun-kissed skin and toned arms. He’s dressed in a button-up and slacks and in other circumstances, Jo would find him devilishly handsome.

“Yeah, you’d have to be pretty stupid to let this get away,” Jo sends a subtle wink Alex’s way and watches as he sighs in relief. “So what are you doing at an MFM conference anyway?”

“My hospital is opening a brand new neonatal and MFM wing so the board decided that the chief and some of our surgeons should come out and learn a bit more. It also helps that Arizona taught me everything I know,” Alex nervously rubs the back of his neck, watching Jo carefully. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m an OB now,” the shocked expression on Alex’s face makes Jo giggle. “I know but after… Well after everything that happened I needed some change, something to make me happy. So I switched to OB, adopted a baby, and dyed my hair blonde. The blonde didn’t stick but the baby and the career switch did.”

There’s an overhead announcement for the start of the conference, people moving inside all around them. Everyone else seems to fade away though as Jo and Alex meet eyes again. He’s wearing that dumbstruck look that he wore when she dressed or after she said I love you or when they’d lay in bed together. Despite the years and distance between them, Alex still wears the undeniable look of love he always did when he looked at Jo.

“I gotta find Carina but… I’ll see you around?” Alex nods, still entranced with Jo as she turns to walk away. Their interaction is brief but it makes her crave Alex all the more.

Late that night Jo finds herself alone at the hotel bar. Carina had initially joined her but had gone back to their room to call Maya and their daughter. Jo is about to head up herself when someone sits on the stool next to her.

“Jack and coke for me and a whiskey sour for my friend here.”

Jo’s head whips up in surprise as Alex settles down next to her, a smirk gracing his lips, “It’s still a whiskey sour right?”

“Yeah thank you,” Jo nods to the bartender as he hands her the drink. “So… we’re friends now?”

“I’d like to hope so,” Alex picks up his glass and Jo gladly toasts him. “To new beginnings”

“To new beginnings.”

Alex and Jo sit together and discuss what’s changed for them. There’s no awkwardness or hostility like Jo might have thought. Instead, it genuinely feels like catching up with an old friend. She talks about Luna and proudly shows a video of the young girl counting to 10 in Spanish. Alex brings up a photo from Izzie’s wedding of himself squished between Eli and Alexis, all three bearing matching crooked smiles and bright eyes. Jo can’t help the swell of pride that mounts in her chest at the sight. Eli looks more like Alex but she can still see the Karev shining through Alexis as well. For a moment she wonders, goes through the what-ifs, but she quickly pushes them down.

“I think I’m gonna head up but I really enjoyed catching up,” Alex leans down, pressing a kiss to Jo’s cheek. Her skin flames up under his delicate touch and she knows she’s wearing a deep blush. “Goodnight Jo.”

“You missed.”

“What?”

“You missed,” Jo leans up, her fingers brushing Alex’s cheek as she pulls him down into a deep kiss. She brings her other hand up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer, sighing contentedly as his hands find her waist and pull her flush against him. She pulls back only slightly, leaning her forehead against Alex’s. “Are you still leaving?”

“Not without you I’m not,” the words sound so natural as Jo melts into Alex’s embrace, his arms wrapping fully around her. Their lips meet in a chaste kiss before they’re stumbling out of the bar, not drunk enough to blame their actions on the alcohol but just enough to begin to heal the open wounds of their failed relationship.

Everything after that comes naturally, the lost lovers escaping upstairs and falling into bed with practiced ease. Jo feels right at home in Alex’s bed, both of them remembering each other’s bodies as if they’d never parted. Neither of them thinks twice about the pillow talk they share after or the way they drift off to sleep in each other’s arms. It’s not until the next morning when Jo answers her phone that she realizes things are amiss.

“Mmm hello?”

“Thank goodness, I thought you were dead.”

“Carina?”

“Where are you? You missed the first speaker of the day.”

Jo bolts up in bed, finally realizing where she is. Alex’s arms snake out and around her waist, his gruff voice slightly muffled by his pillow, “Come back to bed, I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Carina I’m going to grab a shower and I’ll be down as soon as possible.” There’s a light laugh on the other side as Carina confirms Jo’s plan, “I’m glad you’re having fun, Jo.”

Jo hangs up, jumping out of bed and searching for her clothes in a rush to get out the door. Her frantic pace brings Alex out of his sleepy stupor as he rubs his eyes and watches her, “Where are you rushing off to?”

“Well it’s 10:30 so I already missed the lecture on in utero surgery,” Alex rolls over, groaning when he sees that Jo is correct. “I’m hoping I can fit in a shower before Arizona goes on.”

Once she’s finally dressed Jo walks back to Alex, her lips brushing over his lightly before she pulls him in for a sweet and sensual kiss. She watches him for a moment, taking in the shocked look on his face, “What?”

“Why aren't you mad at me? I left you.”

“I forgave you a long time ago for that Alex,” Jo runs her fingers across his cheek, meeting his eyes with a serious stare. “As soon as I held Luna I understood why you did what you did. I knew that if I felt that way about a baby that wasn’t even mine yet that you couldn’t leave two kids who were half you. I always knew you would be a fantastic dad. Even if it wasn’t with me I’m glad that you got that.”

Jo presses one more chaste kiss to Alex’s lips, leaving him staring dumbfounded at her, “Can I come back tonight?”

“I’m sorry,” Alex seemingly ignores Jo’s last statement, looking up at her with a sorrowful expression. “Leaving you… leaving you was my biggest mistake. I love my kids but you were everything. You’re still everything. And I know you say that you forgave me but I never apologized. I’m so sorry Jo, you didn’t deserve how I left you.”

There’s an amicable silence as Jo and Alex just stare at each other, both of them with tears welling in their eyes. There’s not much else to say, but they both know that their newfound relationship wouldn’t end with the weekend.

It's three weeks after Alex‘s surprise weekend visit to Seattle and Jo has never felt so terrible in her life. Despite Carina‘s prescription of an anti-nausea medication Jo’s morning sickness and vertigo continue to plague her no matter what she tries. She hasn’t operated or delivered any babies in almost a month, her work routines now consisting of doing chart work and checking on patients when she’s not trying to keep food down. Between trying to maintain her work schedule and keeping up with Luna on top of her pregnancy, Jo is exhausted and completely depleted of any energy she might have once had.

She finally hits her breaking point an hour into her shift when she’s thrown up for the fourth time that day and nearly passes out. Her head is swimming as she leans against the bathroom stall, the only thought she can focus on is how much she wishes Alex was there. He always knew exactly what she needed when she wasn’t feeling good. There’s a knock on the door and she barely lifts her head when she sees Carina walk in.

“I’m admitting you. You need rest and fluids and you’re not going to get that if you keep running yourself into the ground,” Carina places her hand on Jo’s forehead. “You’re burning up, mi amor.”

“I’m fine, I don’t need to be admitted,” Jo attempts to brush off Carina as she grabs her hand, but the rush of blood to her head stops her. Carina barely catches her as her knees go weak and her vision blurs.

“What am I going to do with you, Jo? Come on, let’s go.”

Jo doesn’t put up any more of a fight, following Carina to a room and all but collapsing onto the bed. Her brain is foggy, words incoherently falling from her mouth as Carina asks her questions. Finally, her eyes flutter shut and Jo is enveloped in silence.

When she pries her eyes open again the sky outside is dark. Jo realizes this is the longest she’s slept in over a month and lets her eyes fall shut again. Only a moment later she remembers her morning with Carina and a deep panic sets into her bones.

Her baby.

As if sensing her unease, Alex reaches his hand out to grab hers. Jo then realizes that he’s sitting at her bedside, eyes tired and body restless in the small chair, “The baby’s okay, you don’t need to freak out.”

Jo nods, rubbing her hands over her face in exasperation. Even though their baby is okay Alex’s worried expression tells her that things might not be all rainbows and sunshine.

“Carina called me after you passed out. Scared the shit out of me, I thought you were dead or…,” Alex doesn’t finish the statement out, Jo putting the pieces together and settling her hand on the slight curve of her stomach. “You’ve gotta take better care of yourself.”

“I didn’t pass out, my vision went spotty and I was light-headed. And then I took a nap.”

“Jo, you slept for 15 hours straight. You were out long enough for me to finish a laparoscopic cholecystectomy, drive an hour to Kansas City, hop on a four-hour flight, and sit in traffic from the airport to get here. You’re running yourself into the ground,” Jo avoids Alex’s gaze as she fights back tears. “Carina took your blood when she put you on the IV drip. On top of being dehydrated and having iron deficiency anemia you also have an untreated UTI that’s bordering a kidney infection.”

“What?” Jo sits up abruptly but is immediately overcome with a wave of dizziness. Alex moves faster than her, placing one hand on her back while the other holds a basin in front of her. Head still in the basin, Jo speaks up, “Are you serious?”

Alex confirms the news once more, his hand rubbing Jo’s back gently, “She’s got you on strong meds to combat the infection and the baby is doing fine. You just need to take better care of yourself, Jo. Between work and Luna and now this baby you’re stretching yourself too thin.”

She can't help the rush of emotions she feels or the loud sob that breaks from her as Jo lets the last few weeks finally take their toll on her. Alex is quick to wrap her in his arms but even that does little to calm her down.

“I’m sorry, it’s just been really overwhelming and I’ve been doing everything alone,” Jo wipes at the tears pooling under her eyes and settles into Alex’s side. “I’m just exhausted from everything.”

“You’re not alone Jo, you have me and Mer and Link. All of us are more than willing to help you out.”

“Meredith and Link have their own families to take care of. And you live halfway across the freaking country, I can’t keep expecting you to drop everything and come to my rescue,” Jo knows that Alex wants to refute her statement but she avoids looking at him. “It’s just me and Luna and it’s so hard. I thought having a medically fragile infant was hard but that was nothing compared to all of this.”

Alex leans down and presses a kiss to Jo’s forehead, pulling her closer to him, “We’ll figure it all out, okay? I’m not letting you take all of this on by yourself.”

The words comfort Jo, if only slightly. She knows Alex has changed, knows that he really means it when he says that he’s going to take care of them. She’s not entirely sure what the future holds for them but she knows that everything will work out.

Meredith isn’t entirely sure what to think when she uses her key to unlock the penthouse only to find it empty. The furniture is still there but the personal items are all gone. The photos of Jo and Luna are gone, all of the drawers and closets are empty, and the place is eerily quiet. When she loops back to the living room Meredith finally notices the note taped to the fridge written in Jo’s loopy script.

Link or Meredith-

Luna and I are fine, there’s no need to worry about us. I promise we’ll call soon.

-Jo

The note gives Meredith a strange sense of deja vu, taking her back to when she had packed up Zola and Bailey and gone to San Diego. The memory instantly worries her, she can’t blame Jo for running but she also knows that their situations aren’t the same. Meredith pulls out her phone and dials Alex, hoping that he’s heard from Jo but the call goes straight to voicemail.

As she walks out of the penthouse Meredith hopes that Jo is okay, hopes that Alex knows where she is and that he’s able to help her through the rough road she has ahead of her.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself. How was the flight?”

“Besides the rambunctious three-year-old and constant nausea it wasn’t too bad,” Jo grins up at Alex as he takes Luna from her arms. “I can’t believe we’re here.”

Alex lets out a laugh as he folds Jo into his arms, squeezing both girls tightly, “Finally, it only took a month of begging.”

“Yeah well I figured now was a good time, you know before I get any bigger,” at the mention of her expanding baby bump Alex lets his hand float down to the curve of her stomach. She’d hidden it well with sweaters and baggy scrubs but now there was no denying that she was pregnant. “This is kinda crazy, isn’t it?”

Alex and Jo both laugh at that, knowing that nothing they’d ever done was traditional or normal. They’d divorced almost four years ago and now found themselves with three kids between them and a fourth on the way.

“What? You moving to Kansas after we’ve only been back together for a few months? I’d say it’s not completely sane,” Alex takes in Jo’s shocked face with a smile. “What’s that look for?”

“So we’re together now are we?”

Alex laughs before he bends down and captures Jo’s lips, only parting upon Luna’s insistence, “Only if you want to be.”

“I do.”

“Good because I fully intend to have you say those words for a third time,” Jo’s jaw drops at Alex’s words and it takes everything in her to calm down her racing heart. “You think I was just gonna bring you out here without marrying you?”

“Well, I-”

Alex takes the opportunity to press another kiss to Jo’s lips, “It’s okay princess, I promise this is the last time.” Jo finds herself standing in awe as she watches Alex and Luna look for their bags on the conveyor belt in front of them. There’s a flurry of tiny flutters that erupt in her stomach, partially from the baby wiggling around but mostly from the joy, she felt at Alex’s proposition. Since their reunion in New York, all Jo has wanted is exactly this, a life with Alex. She had thought that wasn’t in the cards for them anymore but as she watched him hoist Luna onto his shoulders she knew that everything around them had worked out perfectly.

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widowsofchaos · 4 years

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Pretty please do #51 with Steve Rogers.

Sweet Dreams

summary: the Captain has only eyes for you.

pairing: darkish!Steve Rogers x black!reader

warnings: mention of alcohol, drunk reader, dark yet soft yandere Steve, somnophilia, vaginal intercourse. dub non-con. Requested prompt 51: “Are you trying to seduce me? Depends. Are you seducible?”

a/n: Finally writing for my fav Captain. <3 requested from this prompt list. shoutout to @punani for helping with the “isn’t this your dream, princess” line for the smut. Thanks so much, boo. <3 xoxo T

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“You’re doing it again, pal.”

A gruff chuckle could be heard behind Steve - earning a grumble under his breath. The greenery that swirled in his oceanic orbs blackened, and dilated into inky madness; his thick brows peering over his muscular shoulder.

Staring, gawking -- admiring.

“I’m not doing anything, jerk.”

“Punk, please–” an airy snicker, “I know you like the back of my metal hand.” Another snicker, “Even after over seventy years, and you still can’t talk to a dame.” Bucky took a quick gulp of Asgardian ale, his upper lip sneering in satisfaction.

Fueling his mischief.

“Shut it, jerk.” A forced chuckle slipped from Steve’s pink lips, finally facing his long-time companion, grumbling at his best friend’s smug grin. Clicking his jaw tightly, not willing to admit it.

No one can read Steve like an open book like Bucky can.

No one ever.

Brotherly adoration manifested in sibling bickering, always prodding and pushing each other’s buttons.

“Go talk to her.” Bucky’s stormy baby blues searching for a familiar Nubian beauty among the obnoxious faceless crowd that’s festering within the extravagant Stark party.

In his view, he found you sitting on the couch next to Sam, adorable tipsy giggles escaping you. Friendly coziness, you were resting your head on Sam’s shoulder. Now aware why his best friend is fuming at the ears.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” A huff of breath escaped through Steve’s flared nostrils. Denial beating against his fractured mind like a Cherokee drum.

A smirk grew slowly on Bucky’s chiseled bearded jaw, he tsked, his eyes focusing back on Steve’s face, “Alright. Good to know.” Bucky deadpanned — with a touch of a tease, deliberately taking small sips, never wavering his eyes from Steve.

Steve’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, “I’ve been meaning to ask Y/n out anyways...” Steve snarled at Bucky. Bucky leaned over, wagging a finger in Steve’s face.

“I’m gonna dunk my dick in her–”, grinning placidly. “Jerk!” Steve roared in a raspy hush at Bucky, punching his metal arm repeatedly, rearing metal meeting Steve’s swinging knuckles.

Tears were forming in Bucky’s eyes as he belly-laughed, doubling-over in his stool— Bucky’s snorts was gaining other party goers’ attention.

Steve’s entire face was reddened – resembling a cartoonish bull fuming — quickly realizing that confused, and amused eyes were zeroed on the super soldier duo.

Nervously his dilated eyes scan over multiple faces, incoherent apologies slip from his lips, only to stumble upon you chuckling, giggles fumbling over your manicured fingertips muffled your lips.

Steve quickly tore his gaze away, his forearms crossed on the marble counter. Sulking and hiding himself against his arms; like an angry toddler.

Muffled embarrassment could be heard within Steve’s arms, his choppy groans and breaths fogging the transparent counter glass, an amused guffaw hissed through Bucky’s teeth.

Patting Steve’s sculpted shoulder blade, “Twah. Don’t worry about me, Stevie. Because tweety over there would probably beat me to the punch. Have you seen the way he gawks at her?” A sing-song jab.

Push. Shove. Goating Steve to grow a pear, hit a nerve for him to finally snap. Knowing full aware that Steve deserves an ounce of happiness – two men forced out of their time, lost possible futures due to out-of-control occurrences, but now?

Why not try to make a new future finally by their own hands? Take what they want. Bucky and Steve deserve it after everything they knew was ripped from them.

Steve’s blonde-head short up, “Don’t say that!” A raspy bark, but no bite — not for Bucky at least. A wolf ready to chomp a particular bird’s head off.

“Then ask her out!” Bucky jabbed his finger in Steve’s chest. “I’m tired of you moping around, staring at her like a sick puppy.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“All that pining -- just get your dick wet already, Stevie.” A harsh cough caved through Steve’s throat.

“Jesus -- what’s with you tonight?” He grinned at a howling Bucky, a swell of relief but mild humiliation bubbling at the pit of his stomach.

Right before his eyes is a vision from the past, this is the closest Steve has witnessed Bucky to three sheets to the wind in a long time -- a cocky sailor-mouthed Casanova slurring flirty innuendos in a dame’s ear, promising necking behind the church, and a call back that will never occur.

Or the curious sixteen year old, who snuck miniature polaroids of stag porn; claiming it’s from his father’s stash -- gawking chuckles, and bashful gasps stifled in the silent night -- two curious boys beyond their years.

It’s refreshing. Bucky, the one last link to Steve’s past that reminds him of home. Bucky is his home -- but now, there is a beautiful being--not more than five feet away from him--who he yearns to create a garden within her heart and soul; you.

A grin slowly faltering to a genuine solemn smile, “You deserve it, Steve. You deserve her.” There he is. An emotional chameleon, faux cheeky ego veneering battle scars, years thick of abuse, and loneliness -- a molded machine guising a little boy. A flicker of vulnerability sheens in Bucky’s eyes, tittering hope of an old soul.

Steve opened his mouth to succumb to his natural instinct of denial, but Bucky cut him off, “Stop it.” A soft demand, gesturing his hand for Steve to shut it.

“How long are we going to suffer?” a swallow, “Reminiscing on what could’ve been. Imaging years after the war, getting married with kids. The all-American suburban dream.” He was getting misty-eyed.

“A pipe dream -- I’ve finally come to realize that it was never intended for us.” Bucky croaked, laughing it off as he downed more mead.

Steve sniffled, projectile vomit churning -- those aren’t his dreams anymore -- at least, not for a lost era. Those late-night thoughts ending with day-dreams buried in a tear-soaked pillow.

“I used to think if I dated Sharon -- I could regain a piece of Peggy back. Fulfill that hole in my heart.” Remorse, and disgust gurgling inside himself, “But -- I know that wasn’t right -- for either of us.” He stammered, his index finger tracing the rim of his glass.

“Peggy wasn’t the one for me. I just got attached to the first woman who saw me as myself -- she saw beyond the swarny loser.” Steve snorted, his throat constricting.

“You were never a loser.” Bucky spoke tenderly, “A loser wouldn’t have accomplished all that you did.” Bucky gripped Steve’s shoulder, a squeeze of reassurance.

He mumbled a thanks Buck with a curt smile. Steve hung his head a bit, gulping the last drops of his beverage.

Attached. What a silly word to describe the Captain’s past affection for Peggy Carter. He looks back to a time where he would’ve gotten on knee for her, and proposed.

Propose the promise of a better life together, with a bunch of rugrats running around, and saving the world.

Now? It’s a memory. The past. He’s learned to let go, accept his life for what it is -- despite having no choice in the manner. A man out of his time, adapting to the 21st century -- with its entertainments, trends, fashion, and evolved society.

Don’t even get Bucky, and himself started on food. Both men have engorged themselves on cusicines, vowing to never eat plain boiled meals again.

Steve’s genuinely thrilled that times have changed with more liberation for marginalized groups -- people being treated as humans, and exercising their rights.

But if anyone asked Steve Rogers what was the first thing he enjoyed since he got out of the ice? He would say you. Without a doubt, you have brought a light in his life -- a light he has been searching his whole life.

Your strength, poise stature, your sweet voice -- always following his orders on the battlefield, but stood your ground, a perfect dance of partners.

Your beauty is unmatched, classy, but never a prude. Sexy, intelligent -- he can go on, and on.

Steve leered over his shoulder again, his eyes focusing on you. Your head was still perched on Sam’s shoulder, Steve huffed.

How he desperately itches to snatch you off of Sam, and just cradle you all night. He sighed, rubbing his temples, “Hey Buck, I’m gonna take off.” Steve stood up, stretching his muscles, “Awh already, old man?” Bucky teases, snickering. “Goodnight, jerk.” Steve laughed, lightly punching Bucky’s shoulder.

Steve began trekking towards the elevator, passing by buzzed individuals. “Stevie.” A familiar seren voice beckoned him, followed by pitter patter. He turned a little too fast, but he didn’t care. It was you.

“Steve!” a slurred glee shrieked out of you, arms extended out to engulf the sculpted Herculan -- ensnaring him tightly around his neck, curious fingers twirling his combed angel-hair, his ears were forming red. A shiver crawled down his spine -- your touch is intoxicating. Your scent -- mouth-watering.

Quickly stilling your swaying, rubbing your face against his broad chest, “How are you?” your words muffled against the tight fabric, “I missed you.” A surprised huff left Steve, searching for Bucky, only to see his friend wiggle his eyebrows suggestively from the distance.

Ever so the gentleman, he didn’t dare lower his hands to a tantalizing region, locking his grip on your waist, “I’m okay, doll.” He chuckled, “How are you?” Sweetly shifting your body against him by the guide of one forearm on the nape of your back -- petting your curled dome, and swiping wild curls from your doe-eyes.

You hummed, squinty hooded-lids, a blissed placid smile, it's a bit goofy -- adorable nonetheless.

“S’good, Stevie.” Your head bobbled a bit, stifled giggles biting your lip. You lazily titled your head towards the elevator, then sloppily turned back to Steve.

“Where ya’ going, Stevie?” You pouted, and Steve just wanted to trace your bottom lip -- dig his thumb between your lips.

“I’m just gonna head to bed.” Steve’s babifyed his tone, “Sleepy too.” You murmured. Steve internally awed, as your head leaned back on his chest.

“C’mon, doll. Let me help you get to bed.” Steve chuckled. “Oh, how about I put you to bed, Cap--tin?” You slurred, stretching his formal title with a pause -- your eyes fluttered for a second, lazily jabbing his bicep with your finger.

Steve’s ears were dusted pink, shocked at your flirty attitude, catching onto your teasing manner. “Are you trying to seduce me?” Steve’s brazen confidence soared for a momentary lapse. A bit disappointed that most likely, you won’t recall any recollection of tonight’s event.

“Depends. Are you seducible?” You cheekily lightly smacked your lips, with a pout. Steve desperately wants to kiss that pout forever. But he restrained himself.

“Let’s go, Y/n.” He smiled sweetly. Steve lifted you more upward, guiding your feet so you won’t fall on your face.

Walking into the elevator Steve pressed your numbered button, his eyes caught Bucky, who wiggled his eyebrows, mouthing hushed words just for Steve’s advanced hearing, “That’s my boy.” Steve rolled his eyes playfully.

During the journey in the elevator, you fell out like a light. Steve carefully hoisted your limp body in bridal style. Steve gazed at you happily, the slope of your nose, your spidery lashes, ruffled curls -- how your breasts heaved under your purple sun-dress.

The ding of the elevator alerting Steve that you both are on your floor, interrupting Steve’s haze, he grumbled a bit but he began walking out towards your room.

Steve gracefully walked to your room, not even paying attention to his steps, focusing on your peaceful sleepy face. The path to your room is already memorized.

“FRIDAY, open Y/n’s door.” Steve pecked a lingering kiss on your forehead, “Of course, Captain Rogers.” The lock of your bedroom clicked open. Steve made himself home, a natural occurrence of him.

Strides towards your bed, gingerly placing you on the bed. Steve gulped, his fists straining at his side; his eyes stared up at the ceiling, counting to five.

Reprimanding himself; reminding himself that he should leave you be. Just like the times before.

But one look at you, and he’s a goner. He has to just touch you — oh God, please.

Shaky palms reach for the hem of your dress, grazing your skin as he perched the fabric upward. Savoring the smoothness against his fingertips.

Toned curves and planes of soft-scented, smooth sepia flesh; his heartbeat drumming out in a rapid rhythm, serene sleepy smile rests on your face. Pouty heart-shaped lips -- Steve’s cock twitch at the mere idea of slipping his veiny dick in your warm mouth, your slurping tongue gagging on his swollen balls.

But not yet. The scenery isn’t fitting -- next time.

Gingerly kneeling on your carpeted floor, Steve delicately seized one of your ankles, pinched tips toying with the leather straps; leisurely unclipping the sandals, he licked his bottom lip.

A wolf playing with its food, favoring the image of an anxious boy unwrapping his prize.

As his nimble fingers unlatched the straps off, steadily he tugged the sandal off, silently placing the shoe on the floor -- he repeated the exact action with the other foot.

Steve internally awed at your dainty feet, a small whine restrained by a tight-lip smirk. Hiking his clutch on your ankle, peppering modest kisses on the tips of your toes.

He couldn’t help but to worship you.

Hosting himself upward, tenderly repositioning your leg against the mattress.

Limbs spread eagle, your forearms perched above your dome like a mid-froze ballerina, the hem of your dress hiked up -- bundled, and wrinkled -- to your navel, exposing your lace thong.

A shuddering groan crawled up his throat,swallowing thickly, calloused fingers skate past the terrain of ankles to legs -- thumbs rubbing, savoring -- to waist, kneading slightly but only to flinch away.

Scared to break you, as if he’s too broken to handle your beauty properly. Steve grew the confidence within him, and quietly began removing your dress off your body.

His fingers sneak underneath the cotton dress, slipping it up towards your chin; clutching one arm to maneuver the short-end sleeve off.

A small groan vibrated in your throat, but you remained in a drunk slumber. Steve’s breath hitched, fearful for you to awaken with him hovering over you. To scare you off -- he just wants a taste.

To feel what’s his.

Presented before Steve was your bare essence; and he just wants to fall to your feet. All his sketches of your sleeping form doesn’t do justice, being able to view the entire masterpiece beyond hidden sketches.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.” He murmured, his lips foraging your chavlices.

You sleepily mumbled, a lazy smile curling just a bit. A lingering kiss on your hairline, Steve lowly hummed happily. Your bare breasts heave with your calm breathing, Steve littered your sheen skin with small kisses, a few kitten licks on your nipples -- the tip of his tongue swirling on the erected nubs.

Little whimpers, and moans swelled Steve’s cock. “My sweet little doll is so responsive … so sensitive.” Steve cooed. With much silent vigor, Steve unbuckled his pants, fumbling the fabric below his ass; just enough space to release his weeping cock.

His fingers hook your flimsy lace, tugging it by the side -- salivating at the mouth at your glistening mound. His thick fingers wrap around his cock, love taps by his swollen tip against your clit. You softly mewled in your sleep, a cute whine. Involuntarily your hips shifted, your body yearning for contact.

Steve tsked playfully at your impatience, “Even in your sleep, you need me.” Steadily Steve inserted himself inside your soft velvety walls, biting down on his lip to prevent a lew groan. He shivered internally, you feel heavenly.

Steve languidly thrusts, his fists crumpling your sheets underneath you. Slowly leaning half of his weight onto you, his light pants fanning on your face. Steve indents his elbow that was sunk just a bit in the mattress, trapping your head between himself.

“Isn’t this your dream, princess? Isn’t this what you’ve desperately wanted all this time?” Steve whispered in your ears, “Flirting with your Captain, naughty girl.” His fingers caressing your arms, soothing you back to a fluid state of sleep, a small loose smile adorning your face.

Licks his teeth, as he gently pushes his girth inside of you. Mumbled whines alert him, he shushes you, pecking little kisses on your cheeks while maintaining an agile insertion. Trembling slightly at the heavenly touch that is you, Steve hissed under his breath.

He preens as he finally is at a full brim. His pelvis against your vee, fully satiated between your thighs.

His heart pounding, snapping his hips slightly, your body jolts a bit underneath him. Steve’s chest tightens, as he pounds into you, the squelching wetness coating his cock.

His limbs twitches, struggling not to groan, or growl in pleasure. Steve’s head glides down to meet your heaving breasts, suckling onto the nipple.

Blinded by lust, he suckles, imagining it’s full of milk, a muffled grunt leaves him as he pictures you swollen with his child -- another on your hip. He rolls his hips, losing his control as the mellow pacing turns faster, more needy.

One day — one day, there will be a ring on your finger; and a litter of your own together. The Rogers — Mrs. Y/n Rogers; oh this is just beginning.

Eyes screwed shut, he keens to feel your rapid breathing spike, tremors shudder throughout your body. His golden hair is sweat slick against his forehead, a little pop from as he detaches himself.

Flickering the tip of his tongue against the nipple. Steve changes the angle of his cock, you jerk in your stupor, high-arch keen off the bed.

“That’s the sweet spot.” He hummed to himself. His voice scraped in a hush, “I can feel you tightening on me, doll.” It’s like a vice on his cock, blurry visions you dream -- his veiny cock pounding into you with no mercy.

“Steve …” You murmur, Steve leans more into you, a goofy grin of joy stretches on his face. “My sweet doll is dreaming of me. You can feel me.” Steve’s is over-joyed, his heart flutters, butterflies are rapid in his belly. You’re thinking of him. Pressing his chest against your breasts, “I’m going to cum, doll.”

Sneaky fingers snake itself between you both, rubbing your clit in circles, a breathy gasp escapes you.

“I love you.” Steve whimpers, painting your walls white -- not daring to let any ounce of cum escape. Biting his lips till it draws blood, preventing any roar.

His nose scrunches up, his muscles tighten. You exhaled, you slick dripping down Steve’s pants.

He kisses your lips gingerly, “Sweet dreams, doll.”

#buckybarnesplumwhore wrote this #steve rogers x reader #captain america #dark steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers smut #dark steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #dark marvel

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fuckinuchihas · 4 years

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So my obsession with Tsukishima does not appear to be going away so here have some like janky fake texts and a mini fic about the hell you feel when you fall in love with Tsukishima Kei.

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Rated: Teen and up+

Warnings: The amount of angst you’d expect to come from falling in love with an asshole...but happy endings all around! Xoxo Enjoy!

‘I’m so stupid,’ you whisper to yourself in the dark of your bedroom. ‘Stupid stupid stupid.’

Of course if Kei knew what you were really thinking he’d probably agree that you’re worse than Kageyama and Hinata combined with or without the head trauma.

What were you expecting anyway… a love confession...from Tsukishima?

He would never.

Even if he actually liked you, even if he wanted you, he’ll never say something like that and not ever in public.

Being in love is lame, you’re lame...and that’s exactly what he’d say to you if he could read the word written on your heart.

One single word…

Kei

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You do your best to put on a brave face the next day, smiling as you say hello to his mother and feel her arms wrap around you. It takes everything inside you not to break down when Akiteru does the same.

“It’s so good to have you back,” she says, patting your head.

“It’s really nice to be back, don’t have to feel homesick any more,” you lie, because being at home for you has always meant Kei and now it just feels like you’re drifting even further apart. You push away your thoughts and grin up at them. “I know, what do you think of pork and noodles for dinner tonight? It’s the least I can do after Kei picked me up from the airport yesterday.”

“You don’t have to-” he starts, but Akiteru quickly interrupts him.

“Shut up, Kei. Let them make a meal for us,” he says through his smile, “I’ve really missed your cooking.”

You smile, genuinely this time. “Well I’m happy to do it. Seriously, you’re welcome to have dinner next door any time.”

Tsukishima scoffs, but the other two grin at you so you focus on that.

Making dinner is calming, you find your peace in the kitchen even with the whirlwind of emotions that are still spinning wildly in your chest.

A constant thrum of ‘we’re just friends’ plays on loop through your head as you pour the gravy over the drained pasta.

You pull out your phone to let them know dinner is almost ready.

Part of you wishes you did have Akiteru’s number, not that you could use it. You’re trying to pretend everything is okay and Tuskishima isn’t a fucking moron so if you text his brother instead of him to say dinner is ready for the first time ever, he’s definitely going to notice something is up.

You take a deep breath and type out your message.

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Surprisingly you manage to make it through dinner without too much hassle, mostly thanks to Akiteru who keeps the conversation going.

Tsukishima is quieter than usual but you try not to think too hard about it.

You’ve got to get better at this pulling away thing. No matter how much you try to distance yourself; both emotionally and physically, your heart doesn’t seem to be getting the memo.

“Thank you so much for dinner, it really was delicious. It might be my favorite so far!” Akiteru says and you grin as he wraps around you again.

“You’re welcome and I wasn’t just being polite, you can come over to eat anytime.”

“I will take you at your word, it really is good to have you home, right Kei?”

There’s a hesitation and your heart shatters in your chest. The sharp broken pieces splicing open everything they touch. Each one feels like a gaping stab wound and you’re somehow surprised that you’re not actually bleeding out on the floor.

“Of course,” he says, absentmindedly. He’s been drifting out of the conversation all night and now he’s...he’s staring you in the face and thinking of something or someone else.

“I should really get some work done but you guys have a nice night and don’t forget to save some of the leftovers for your mom, okay?”

“If I have to,” Akiteru grins, sticking his tongue out at you.

You chuckle as they move further into the doorway.

“Goodnight,” they both say, Kei’s almost whispered.

“Goodnight!”

You close the door behind them and start to clean up when there’s a loud almost violent knock on your door.

You wipe your hands off and quickly make your way to open it, only to find Kei red faced and angry on the other side.

“What happened?” you ask, looking around to see if Akiteru is with him.

“That’s what I’d like to know!”

“I don’t-what are you talking about?” you ask, racking your brain for a legitimate reason why he could be angry with you, only to come up empty.

“Every time I leave you, you say be safe... text me when you get home...but not today, not yesterday either. Not once since you got back.”

You honestly didn’t even think about it, you just... you were trying to create distance.

“I’m sorry, Tsukki. Of course I want you to be safe…”

“No, that’s-there’s something... you’re mad about the sign, I know that...I even understand why but I don’t understand this,” he says, shaking his head as a gust of cool air blows around you and you feel yourself shiver.

“Come back in, there’s no sense in catching a cold,” you answer.

Once he’s back inside you sit him on the couch and will yourself to be strong. “Tsukki I’m not mad about the sign...not really. It was funny and any other time I would have laughed but…”

“But what? What happened? What changed?”

And that’s the kicker, nothing changed. Your expectations were too high, too unrealistic, but how do you say that without admitting your feelings?

“I did, I changed Tsukki. I’m sorry that I upset you. I didn’t mean to worry you or anything, not that you’re worried, I’m just saying...I didn’t mean to inconvenience you.”

“Inconvenience me... “ he says, slowly sounding it out as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Since when have you ever been an inconvenience?”

You sigh, realizing that you’re probably not going to escape this little conversation with your dignity intact. “Tsukki do you remember that black and white spotted stray we found when we were younger?”

“Uh, yes…”

“And how I went out and spent all of my allowance on food and toys because I just expected it would want to come home with me?”

“I don’t see what this has to do with anything but yes I remember it.”

“Well in my heart that dog was already mine, but when I tried to get it inside the house, it would yelp and run away…eventually I just had to realize that the dog wasn’t mine, he wasn’t ever going to be mine. I shouldn’t have just expected him to want to come home with me, to live in a strange place away from the things he’s always known.”

You swallow, heart pounding in your chest as you give him a minute to connect the dots.

“It hurt for a while but eventually I got over it. I will get over this too, don’t worry.”

“I’m the dog…” he says, whispering quietly. The only reason you hear it is because he sat so close.

“I’m going to finish the dishes, you can head home whenever you’re ready,” you say, squeezing his shoulder as you step away.

You barely get a couple feet when you hear a swoosh of air and you’re jerked backward a bit, tight grip on your wrist.

“Kei?”

“I’m not a dog…”

You sigh, “I know Kei, it was just-“

“I’m not a coward either,” he says, cutting you off.

“I wasn’t implying you were scared, Tsukki; only that you don’t belong to me.”

“I-“

“Kei listen I know it’s not fair that I put all of this on you, but you don’t need to feel any obligation. You’ve been the best friend I could ask for, it’s okay that you don’t feel anything beyond that. I’m the one who messed up,” you say, the emotion of it finally starting to come out through your shaky voice and the tears that threaten to spill.

“You’re the most frustrating person I’ve ever met!” he says, tightening his grip before jerking you back in against his chest. “Do I really strike you as someone to do something out of a sense of obligation or duty?”

He’s holding you against him and it feels so warm and comforting and he smells like the fabric softener sheets you used to get for his mom when you went to the store.

The dam breaks and you start crying. You start and you can’t stop, just heaving and sobbing in his arms. It hurts so much.

“I’m sorry, Tsukki. I’m sorry I’m such a loser, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, I’m sorry I couldn’t just be happy with our friendship. I'm so sorry,” you say through the tears, though it’s hardly audible.

“Never apologize for loving me,” he says, pulling away from you just enough to tilt your chin up so he can see your eyes. “After all I’m hoping you can manage to do it another seventy or eighty years.”

Your heart stutters and you gasp in surprise.

You don’t have time to really think about it before you feel his lips on yours, bruising and rough almost like a punishment.

You’re panting and trying to hold yourself up when he pulls away, staring down at you with glassy eyes. “Don’t let me hurt you like that ever again.”

He kisses the top of your head and you feel him frown. “I never imagined you would think that stupid sign meant I didn’t love you. I’m not running away, I want to be yours and for you to be mine.”

“You... you really want that? You’re not just doing this because you umm feel guilty or whatever?”

“Say that again and this time listen to yourself. I’m not the kind of guy who makes big romantic gestures, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less than someone who does.”

“I don’t need gestures. I just need this,” you say, squeezing tighter around him half afraid he’ll disappear.

“Hmm,” he hums, kissing your forehead one last time.

“It’s getting late, I should go but clear out your plans for tomorrow you’re spending time with me.”

“Okay,” you answer easily, happier than you ever thought you could be.

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When Kei comes to pick you up the next morning he actually comes inside making you chuckle because you haven’t even gotten the invitation out before he pushes you gently to the side and heads straight for your bedroom.

You gasp in shock, “KEI!”

He turns to look at you and seems to just know that’s where your thoughts went and he smirks. “Not quite there yet,’ he says, teasing you in that way that warms your chest but also kinda pisses you off.

“Well then what are you doing, asshole?”

“I’m just getting a few things,” he says, like it’s not your drawers he’s rumbling through as he-packs your suitcase?

“Uhh...where exactly are we going on this date?” you ask, because you’re kinda hoping to be back before dinner time.

“Just trust me, okay?” he says, and he looks kind of...well not serious but determined so you nod quickly to reassure him.

“Okay, I’ll leave things up to you then. Please stay out of my underwear drawer, it’s the smaller middle one,” you say, before grinning and walking away.

You both trust him not to look but also don’t really mind if he does. There’s not a lot of embarrassing things in there or anything, but you doubt Tsukki is the type to investigate, at least not yet...maybe when you’re closer.

He comes out of your room straight faced and wheeling your suitcase behind him like a professional flight attendant even though one of the wheels doesn’t quite spin at the same pace as the others.

Smug fucker knows you’re impressed too.

“Are you ready to go now?” you ask, waiting for him to join you by the door.

“Yes, let’s go.”

He opens the door for you, which is new...and kind of sweet. You try very hard not to let the heat you feel crawling up your neck go all the way to your cheeks.

Then he puts your luggage in and climbs behind the wheel.

You mess with the radio just a bit but you both have similar tastes in music so he doesn’t care too much. You close your eyes for a while and just listen to the music, stealing glances at Tsukishima every now and again to remind yourself that this is real.

After a while you look up and see the road sign for NIA and you jerk forward a bit.

“Tsukki umm...I’m not questioning your judgement or anything but why are we headed to the airport exactly?”

“I thought you were going to trust me…”

“Trusting you doesn’t mean I can’t ask questions,” you say, eyeing him skeptically.

Tsukishima signed, “Don’t make me get the blindfold.”

You barely manage to stay composed at that, but you face toward the window letting the cool glass press against your burning cheeks. “Whatever you say, Tsukki.”

“Now that’s the attitude I’ve been waiting for,” he says, and you can hear his smug grin in his voice.

“I will literally leave you at the airport, don’t push me.”

He laughs, but doesn’t say anything further. It feels a little like he’s grateful for the banter, but that could just be you projecting. You love his sarcasm even when it stings; not having that, even for a couple days, felt like an eternity.

You follow instructions, however reluctantly and eventually Tsukishima pulls into the parking garage near the airport

He hands you the handle of your suitcase instead of wheeling it himself and it’s not that you really mind wheeling it but...why?

“Here, take this and wait for me near the ticket counter, okay?”

“Uhh sure...I guess,” you say, feeling more confused than ever but you told him you’d trust him so you do.

You sit there for a while, long enough for it to cross your mind that maybe he’s just left you there looking like an idiot, but you know he wouldn’t, not really. He has a sharp tongue but Kei isn’t ever intentionally hurtful, not to anyone.

There’s a few sounds, mostly shock as people turn to stare. You follow their gaze and nearly fall out of your seat when you see what they’re looking at.

Tsukishima is somehow managing to hold onto a bouquet of your favorite wildflowers, half a dozen green and gold balloons, and a sign that says, “I’m here to pick up… THE PERSON I LOVE!”

Tears stream down your face as you run and jump up against him, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as they’ll go, completely ignoring the fact that his hands are full and he can’t hold you along with everything else.

The sign drops, the balloons are released into the air and the flowers are smushed but he’s holding you, and to him, that’s the most important one of all.

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MASTERLIST

#not naruto #haikyuu!!#not knb #my stuff #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukkishima kei #texts and shit #angst with a happy ending

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jjmaybankwildtimes · 4 years

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That Beautiful Boy Pt. 3

JJ Maybank x OC

Summary// Eleanor Raines has been through hell and back in foster care. When she’s placed in a new home with an abusive foster dad and a beautiful broken boy inside, she faced with new adventures and forced to face her past.

Part 1, Part 2

WC// 1.1k

Warnings// Mild Cursing, Panic Attacks, Mentions of Abuse (squint a bit), Skinny shaming, self doubt

Authors Note// Hey!! I hope you all enjoy this part and please let me know if I missed any warnings!! Also again I am not a very good writer but I hope you like the fic nonetheless. I’d love any feedback you want to share or suggestions<3 Also the flashbacks are back ;)

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That morning I woke up earlier than either of the boys. I decided the least I could do was go and get some groceries for the Chateau. I looked around the small kitchen and noticed the snacks the guys had. Finishing up the small list I made, grabbing my money from the shift yesterday, I headed out the door. I borrowed a blue bike that was leaned up against the side of the house, praying the guys wouldn’t mind.

After finding the grocery store and loading up the bags on the handle bars, I headed off. Noticing a small thrift shop on the way back, I reminded myself that I needed some new clothes. I had to leave in a rush from the group home I was at, besides, most of my clothes were stolen by the other girls.

“A group home?” I whimpered to my caseworker Jordan. “Yes Eleanor, you know what happens when you are rehoused due to misbehavior.”. I admit, I had been a brat, but I had good reason. Also a group home would be better than being anywhere near Jonathan and his family. Maybe. Some deep and unwanted part of me missed them.

Shuddering, I returned from my day dream and trudged up the steps to the group home for girls.

I quickly hiked back to the Chateau, finding the boys to still be asleep. I happily put up the groceries and pulled out the pancake mix. After a minor issue with the stove, turns out two of the burners don’t work and one other makes huge sparks, I finished up a large stack of pancakes. I also got blueberries because they are my favorite and chocolate chips, because I’ve had lots of experience with boys and pancakes.

Suddenly, I heard two alarms going off. I began to rethink everything. What if they didn’t want me snooping in their kitchen? What if they are mad at me for using the bike? What if they don’t like pancakes?

When they walked out I began to ramble,

“I’m so sorry, I wanted to do something nice, so I got groceries but I looked through your cabinets and borrowed your bike and then I made pancakes, but I don’t even know if you guys like pancakes-“ I was cut off by two hands on my shoulders.

“Woah Ellie, breathe, you made pancakes, you are great!” John B reassured me.

“You’re not mad?” I meekly whispered.

“Blondie, you made pancakes? Damn, can we keep you around from a while?” This time JJ encouraged me.

“I got blueberries because they are my favorite, but I got chocolate chips too.” I smiled a bit looking up at the guys.

“Yum! Let’s eat!” John B grabbed a plate.

JJ stood and looked at me for a minute. It made me feel tiny, but not in a bad way. I was short, 5’2” and really thin. I had always thought to a fault. I had short, dirty blonde hair with beach like curls and pale olive skin with lots of freckles in the summer. My large brown eyes were definitely my best attribute in my opinion. Thinking of this brought me back to an ugly memory.

I was standing there with a tiny baby girl in my arms, screaming my head off, “I don’t want to Jonathan! I don’t want your help not if it comes with that cost!”.

“But why not?” he screamed back, “No one else would ever want that anyway! Not with that anorexic body!”. Tears streaming down my face, the baby in my arms began to cry. I rocked and shushed, trying to calm her down. I knew I couldn’t get her to stop, she was cold and her brother was a major source of body heat. I knew it, he knew, goodness even the baby knew it.

Looking to Jonathan, who had an evil grin on his face, I mentally kicked myself. But I had no other choice. Thinking about the chore list, the baby, and the four other siblings that would get home from school in an hour, I handed Jonathan his little sister. “Later tonight?” I questioned. “Yes, ma’am” He winked. I tried not to vomit in my mouth, as I went to clean the kitchen.

“Hey, Ellie? Ellie Belly?” JJ shook my shoulders.

“Sorry” Returned from my nightmare like daydream, “What’d you say?”

“Just that blueberries were my favorite too.” He smiled and patted my shoulder.

I spent the day surfing with John B and JJ. I wiped out, a lot. “So blondie, you are definitely not the best surfer in the obx!” JJ joked “Hey! Give me a break, it’s been seven years!” I laughed as we began the trek home.

I could barely stand by the time we got back to the Chateau I was so sore, but I didn’t care. Laughing as John B used a French accent you order pizza, I was quickly halted. In one split second JJ raised his hand to high five John B. Seeing this from my peripheral vision I flinched. Of course, both the boys noticed. Tearing up, I glanced down at my shoes. “Ellie, are you okay?” John B asked tentatively. I simply nodded and shakily went to stand up. I walked outside and didn’t stop until I got to the dock. Looking out over the water I told myself to breathe, but I felt that panicky feeling set in. No no no, this can’t be happening right now, but all I could think about was his hand and how many places it hurt me.

Preoccupied with sobbing and trying to regain control of my breathing, I didn’t notice JJ had followed me out the door. When I turned and saw him, he looked apprehensive. Despite this, he walked up to me. I though he was going to hit me or yell at me but he just wrapped me in his arms. “Hey, hey, Ellie breathe, just breathe.” JJ soothed. I tried and found myself focusing on his breathing which helped. A minute after I calmed down, JJ released me from his grip. Missing his warmth, I wrapped my arms around myself and smiled up at him. “Sorry.” I whispered. “No worries, believe me I’ve been there myself quite a few times.” We walked back to the Chateau in silence, ate pizza, laughed some more and went to sleep.

As I crawled into the guest bed, JJ knocked on the door frame. “Hey.” I said looking towards the absolutely breathtaking boy. “Hey Ellie Belly, if you ever need to talk, I’ve got you okay?”. I felt a warmth grow in my chest. “Okay, thank you JJ” I’ve never had anyone tell me that since my mom died. It felt happy. “Goodnight El.”, “Still trying new nicknames I see, goodnight JJ.” With a wink, he was gone.

I once again slept a deep sleep in the house I was quickly growing to deeply care for.

Sending lots of love and happy thoughts to each of you!! xoxo Abi

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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Run To You - Chpt.2

Summary: Steve calls Bucky to tell him he was right and the two get to know each other a little more. Still drawn to one another, the guys go out on their first date. Master list is HERE :)

Content Warning: mention of past child neglect/ abuse in regards to how Bucky lost his arm. It’s only a couple paragraphs but it’s depressing AF.

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! There is a smidge of angst in this chapter and I had never really intended for it go that direction. Damn characters not behaving the way I want them to! I apologize in advance for giving you some sad feels on this one, I got myself with them too. But hopefully there’s enough fluffiness to balance it out. XOXO - Ash

Chapter Two

Becca sleeps the day away but it’s a restless fever ridden sleep with her waking up every few hours to cry that her stomach hurts. Bucky manages to catch cat naps while she sleeps but they’re both exhausted by the time the day is over. He manages to get some fluids in her once she’s fully woken up and she keeps most of it down, much to Bucky’s relief. He hates seeing his baby girl sick and is thankful for his medical training, so that he knows what to expect and look out for. It’s just past seven o’clock at night and while they would normally be doing Becca’s bath time routine, he doesn’t have the heart to disrupt her. She finally drank the rest of her Pedialyte and is half watching an episode of Wonder Pets while her eyes droop sleepily. He waits until her eyes stay shut for a few minutes before awkwardly scooping up the little girl to carry her off to bed. He doesn’t have a free hand to turn off the TV, having taken off his prosthetic the second he got back from the bodega, but figures he needs to go back out to clean things up for the night anyways.

“Bucky?” Becca slurs sleepily as he lays her down in her bed.

“Yeah, Becs?” He pulls up her comforter, getting it tucked tightly around her body like she prefers.

“Love you.” she half says, half yawns.

Bucky fights back the tears that prickle in the corner of his eyes. “Love you too, bug. Get some rest.”

Becca gives a little nod and then sprawls out into her usual sleeping position.

Bucky shuts off her lamp and closes the door, leaving it open just a crack in case she needs him in the night. She seems to be getting to the otherside of whatever virus she’d caught but he knows it isn’t always a sure thing. He hopes he’ll only have to miss one day of work staying home with her but knows it’ll most likely be two.

There isn’t too much of a mess to clean up but Bucky busies himself with turning off the TV and clearing the coffee table. He’s washing the dishes and debating his dinner options when his phone buzzes angrily in his back pocket. Drying off his hand, he pulls out his phone and sees Steve’s name on the screen. Bucky swipes to accept the call and nestles the phone between his shoulder and jaw. “Hey, Steve.”

“Bucky, hey.” Steve replies eagerly. “So I’ve spent the last six hours doing nothing but reading history articles and I gotta say, you were right.”

Bucky smiles as he rifles through his cabinets for something to eat, “I suspected as much. How far off is it? Out of curiosity.”

Steve sighs heavily through his nose and Bucky wondered how exasperated the other man must look. “It’s pretty fuckin’ terrible.” he finally admits.

Bucky laughs, “Wow, you really do know how to curse!”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, ya jerk. It was just… surprising, I guess, to see how much these so-called experts missed. Don’t get me wrong, I know some people had it okay and some people had it a lot worse, but the way they make the whole thing feel so… sterile... I don’t know. They don’t seem to capture the feel of the times. Like yes we had food rations, but they don’t tell you how small those rations were. And how even if you got your stamps you might not be able to find the food you had a stamp for. My mother had to go all the way to Queens one time just to buy eggs so we’d have something with protein to eat.”

“That sounds terrible, I can’t even imagine.” Bucky juggles the phone carefully as he pulls down a tin of tuna.

“We made it, somehow. And it wasn’t all terrible all the time, but it was a sight worse than they make it out to be. It’s like that now too, isn’t it? The world isn’t quite as progressive as people like to think it is?”

Bucky pauses, trying to sort out his words. “It is and it isn’t. I think my experience is a little different than most but it’s definitely not the rainbows and goodwill that they say it is.”

Steve’s voice is low and rich like good bourbon pouring across the phone lines. “Tell me what it’s like for you, then.”

Bucky stills, shocked by the raw earnestness of Steve’s words. There’s an undercurrent too, like something whispered in a lover’s ear in the dead of night. It stirs things inside Bucky that he hasn’t had the time or inclination for in a really long time. Figuring he should reciprocate the honesty Steve has afforded him so far, Bucky hops up to sit on the kitchen counter and gets himself comfortable to tell his story. “Well, I grew up in a little backwater town in Indiana. The biggest export of our town was meth and most everyone was affected by that. People used religion like a weapon and thought The Republican Way was gospel. I didn’t fit in to any of that from day one and it made growing up there hard.”

“What were you like as a kid?” Steve asks, curious.

“I was pretty much everything that town wasn’t. My parents weren’t really able to take care of me so I figured out early on how to care for myself. I was angry a lot because of that once I got older. I didn’t really try to fit in. I studied hard, worried about getting good grades so I could earn scholarships to a decent college and get out of there. I didn’t care much about religion and was fiercely liberal from the time I understood what politics were. And I’m queer, that didn’t help me fit in either. I, uh, I hope that doesn’t bother you.” Bucky falters, knowing Steve’s generation was a lot less forgiving about that sort of thing.

“It doesn’t. I’m bi, actually. We did have homosexuality back in the thirties despite what the historians think.”

“Holy shit.” Bucky blurts out. Captain America is bisexual.

“It’s not something that comes up a lot, but I don’t hide it when asked. Somehow it never seems to make the news though.”

“I think it would seriously fuck with some people’s world view if it did. That’s good, though. That you don’t have to hide it. It’s one of those things that isn’t quite like the news reports it. Sure, things are a hell of a lot better now for queer folk, but we still get bullied, discriminated against, sometimes even killed.” Despite himself, Bucky yawns deeply. He’s beyond tired but unwilling to hang up.

“You sound exhausted.” Steve notes, “I should let you go.”

“No, it’s okay. I just had a long night followed by a long day. I’ll crash soon and hopefully Becca sleeps in tomorrow.”

“Becca is your… daughter?”

“My sister, actually. I adopted her when she was born. She feels like she’s mine but I never wanted to hide that fact that I’m her brother, not her dad. I don’t want her growing up not knowing who she really is.”

“You’re pretty amazing, Buck.” And Steve means every weighted word of it.

Bucky shakes his head, almost dislodging his phone in the process. “Just got lucky enough to make a better life for myself, and her. That’s all.”

“I think there’s a lot more to it than that, but okay. Really though, I should let you go. We can talk another day? Maybe grab that lunch together?”

“Yeah, definitely. My schedule is a little crazy but I have off rotation in a few days, we could go out Thursday while Becca’s at preschool?”

“It’s a date. I’ll text you later this week so we can figure out the where and when.”

“Sounds like a plan. Night, Steve.”

The warm smile on Steve’s face practically shines through the phone line, “Night, Buck.”

Bucky hangs up and stares around his tiny apartment in amazement. If you had told him a week ago that he was going to insult Captain America to his face and end up befriending him, he would have called you crazy. It’s a little odd having to separate the public persona he knows as Captain America, from Steve, the real guy under the cowl, but Bucky is looking forward to getting to know the real him better.

xxXxx

“The best pizza in Brooklyn, huh?” Steve questions, squinting up at the shop’s sign.

Bucky nods enthusiastically. “Definitely. They still use the old fashioned brick ovens and homemade sauce. Fresh herbs, locally sourced cheese. It sounds fancy but it’s really just good, old school, pizza.”

“We’ll see. Sam recently introduced me to the concept of a dollar slice, and I think anything will be better than that.”

“Oh man, yeah. Some places are decent, but most are shit.”

Bucky and Steve order a large pie to share, picking a small table in the back to sit at. Steve is amused when he spots a cooler with real glass bottles of soda and grabs one for each of them. Bucky smiles when he sees the bottles, able to guess Steve’s amusement at seeing something familiar.

The pizza is up before they know it and Steve is moaning at the first bite. “Sorry.” he mumbles around his mouthful of gooey cheese. “It’s really good.”

Bucky swallows quickly so he can respond, “Told ya.”

Steve nods, properly contrite. “You did. Thanks for bringing me here.”

“Any time.” Bucky smiles over at him and wonders what it would be like if they were out on a real date. One that ended with Steve walking him home and kissing him goodnight. He tries to shake the fantastical idea from his mind but it lingers, coming to the surface whenever Steve looks at him a little longer than most would find polite.

They’re quiet through Steve’s first two slices, Bucky finishing his first as Steve goes for a third. Bucky has a healthy appetite but Steve is something else. “Super soldier, sorry.” Steve tells him with a shrug when he sees Bucky eyeing up his plate.

“No judgement here. Everyone’s gotta eat.” Bucky assures him.

Steve slows down enough to make conversation after a little while, asking Bucky questions about his job and Becca. Steve is infinitely impressed with Bucky’s job as an ER nurse considering his mother had been a nurse and he knows first hand what a toll that profession can take on people.

Bucky catches Steve glancing at his sleek metal prosthetic but the blonde is too polite to bring it up. “You can ask, you know. Most people just make assumptions about it, none of which are even close to the truth.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve apologizes, “I didn’t want to be rude.”

“You’re not. It’s not my favorite topic but I’m better talking about it now. Go ahead, ask.”

Steve hesitates but trusts Bucky to know his own mind. “Okay, then. Bucky, how did you lose your arm?”

Bucky takes a steadying breath and dives into the polite for public version of how he lost his left arm. His parents took him to the lake one summer when he was six, he’d begged for months and they finally agreed to drive out to spend a day there. He got a scratch on his arm and it got infected from the lake water. His parents weren’t too great on the whole “parenting” thing and didn’t notice when it got infected until he collapsed. At that point the arm was too far gone and the doctors had amputated it just above the elbow.

What Bucky leaves out is that the scratch had actually been a gash and he’d gotten a beating for being careless before they headed for home. Sitting sorely in the backseat the whole bumpy ride home, using his own tshirt to wrap around his arm to help slow the bleeding. It was his transformers tshirt and it had been his favorite. Bucky leaves out the week of agonizing pain as the gash got worse, the infection burning and itching horribly until he couldn’t handle it anymore. Both of his parents were too strung out to notice and he’d tried, the best he could at that age, to put band-aids on it but then he caught another beating for using up all the band-aids. Bucky doesn’t tell Steve that the days he spent in the hospital were some of the best he could remember back then. The nurses were nice and brought him hot food three times a day. On Friday an ice cream cart came around. There were books he could read and other kids he could play with. When it was time for him to go home, he’d cried the entire way.

Bucky notices Steve is staring at him expectantly and realizes he's gone silent, lost in the less than pleasant memories. “Sorry, it was a long time ago.” he clears his throat, pushing past the ugly memories and moving on, “I got this bad boy through a grant from a children’s hospital when I was fifteen. It was strange having two arms at first. Up until that point I’d spent most of my life with just the one. It was after that hospital stint that I decided on nursing. The nurses who cared for me during both of my hospital stays were just amazing. They took what could have been really scary experiences and made them into something good. I wanted to be able to do that for someone else, someday.”

“Nurses are definitely superheroes.” Steve acknowledges. “My ma worked in the TB ward when I was a kid. She just had this way about her that she could spin any negative life threw at her into a positive. She was incredible. And I wasn’t an easy kid by any means.”

“Yeah, I heard something about that in the history books. Something about you being a feisty little shit always getting himself in trouble.” Bucky smirks, waiting for Steve to dispute it.

“It wasn’t quite as bad as they say it was. I only broke up a handful of fights over the years and always bullies who deserved it. I was as sick as they claimed though. The medical records were all real and my poor ma worked herself to the bone just trying to keep my lungs and heart going.”

“I feel for her. Even with medical training, it’s awful watching your kid get sick. Becca has some issues, she was born premature, and even though I know exactly what’s an annoyance versus a true issue, it’s still so hard watching her struggle.”

Steve’s expression falls, “I’m so sorry, Buck.” He reaches out across the table on impulse and grasps Bucky’s hand in his. “What, uh... if you don’t mind me asking, what issues does she have? You’ve seen my list and part of that was from being a preemie myself. It’s not like mine, is it?”

Bucky wants to melt through the booth into a puddle at the warm heavy contact of Steve’s hand over his. “No, not quite so bad. Her immune system isn’t the greatest, she has asthma that we have relatively under control, a heart murmur that the docs still think will close as she gets older, she’s anemic but has meds for it, and she’s never quite been out of the danger zone on the growth chart. She’s just a tiny little thing, but she's the cutest little girl you’ll ever lay eyes on.”

“I have no doubt. She’s really lucky he has you.”

They’re quiet for a moment, nothing to fill the silence but Steve’s thumb rubbing rhythmically over the ridges of Bucky’s knuckles. “Sorry, I didn’t exactly pick the happiest first date topics, did I?” Steve forces a painfully awkward laugh, taking back his hand as he tries to think of a less serious topic for them.

“First date, huh?” Bucky grins despite himself.

Steve blushes from the tips of his ears down past his collar and Bucky wonders just how far down that blush goes. “It doesn’t have to be. Unless you want it to be one. I had a really great time, regardless. I don’t get out mu-”

“Steve!” Bucky cuts him off, waving his hand in surrender. “Breathe a minute so I can answer.” he pauses and Steve takes a slightly dramatic breath, shooting Bucky a wry smile. “There we go. I had a really great time too. And yes, I’d like it if this was a date. And if there are more dates following this one.”

“Oh,” Steve is rendered speechless by the warmth blossoming in his chest. “That would be swell.”

“Swell? Really?” Bucky laughs in disbelief.

Steve’s blush flares to life again. “Sorry, sorry. Old man word, I know. What are the kids using these days? Nifty?”

Bucky groans, “Cool, Steve. Just stick with cool.”

“Okay, cool.” Steve sasses playfully.

Bucky rolls his eyes before checking his watch. It’s almost time to go get Becca, they had spent two hours talking and it still feels like not enough time. “Shit. I gotta head out for Becca. Preschool lets out at three.”

“Not a problem, I’d say I’m sorry for keeping you so long but I really enjoyed myself.” Steve snatches the paper slip with their bill on it and hurries over to the counter to pay. “You were right, so lunch is on me.” he insists.

“That’ll teach you not to bet against me, huh?” Bucky quips.

“I don’t know. This worked out pretty well for me. I learned a lot of new stuff, broadened my perspective on some things, went out with a cute guy, ate the best pizza in Brooklyn, and it sounds like I’ll get to go out with that cute guy again. I think this turned out pretty good.”

Bucky laughs and gives him a playful shove as they leave the pizza shop together. They pause along the brick wall of the shop, neither man wanting to part ways just yet. “I don’t have off rotation for another three days but I’d like to see you again.” Bucky says, toying with the hem of his shirt. He feels like a damn teenager again.

“Whenever you want, Bucky. My schedule is flexible unless I get called away for a long mission. I’ll take whatever time you’re willing to share with me.” Steve doesn’t want to push, but he’s willing to do whatever he needs to in order to see Bucky again.

“I appreciate that. I know my schedule isn’t traditional but it’s my life for right now.”

“And that’s okay.” Steve assures him, though he looks pretty nervous suddenly. He clears his throat twice before he finally asks, “Would it be too fast if I asked to kiss you right now?”

Bucky’s pupils flare at the question, his reaction answering Steve before his voice does. “Not at all.” he murmurs moving closer to Steve.

Steve’s lips are a breath away from Bucky’s as he whispers “Oh good” and takes the kiss that Bucky so freely gives. Steve fights for composure, they’re on a public sidewalk for heaven’s sake. Bucky’s mouth slots against his like missing puzzle pieces, both warm and insistent as the kiss deepens.

Steve kisses like he’s drowning and Bucky is reeling to keep up. How something so innocent turned so quickly is beyond comprehension but Bucky doesn’t want it to stop. The alarm on his phone reminding him it’s pick up time for Becca ends things quickly though. “I’ve gotta get Becca. Like, now.” he breathes raggedly against Steve’s mouth.

“Okay. Okay.” Steve repeats like he’s convincing himself. “To be continued?”

“To be continued.” Bucky agrees, leaning in for one last quick peck and then heading off to go pick up Becca.

#stucky #stucky fanfic #shrunkclunks #modern day au #modern au #non winter soldier bucky #nurse!bucky #parent!bucky #captain america #steve rogers #steve rogers x bucky barnes #kid!becca barnes #adopted child #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fandom

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The Perfect Man

A/N: We’re starting off with one of the most cliche of cliche tropes - best friends to lovers, with this particular plot. You’ll see :)

21 Tropes: 1. Best friends-to-lovers + lavender w/Johnny (ft. Jaehyun)

Description: You’ve spent the last few years trying to find the perfect man. After a lot of first dates and not many second, you finally find him. You also find that, maybe, he’d been there the entire time.

Word Count: 5.2k

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: none

“I enjoyed our date, it’s just,” he clears his throat to try to reduce the awkward air between you, “it didn’t seem like your heart was in it. No spark, you know? Um, thanks anyways and maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Thanks... I enjoyed it-” The streetlight illuminates his figure as he turns his back and begins to walk away, “-too.”

Truthfully, you didn’t even remember his name. He was good-looking enough and remained polite through the entire evening, putting up with all of your lame attempts at jokes, but there was nothing impactful about him. He was right that there wasn’t a spark - but that didn’t make the rejection hurt any less. As you let yourself back into your empty apartment, flicking on the lights and mulling over the failed date, you remember that you owe Johnny a text. Right on cue, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Johnny: how’d it go?

Johnny: unless it’s going reaaally well… then don’t answer this text ;)

Y/N: no luck. he didn’t want a second date.

Johnny: damn

Johnny: call me?

Kicking off your shoes at the door, you slump down on your sofa and press on his contact. The instant you hear his voice on the other end of the phone, you relax a little.

“So, what happened?”

You frown, though the man on the other end can’t see your expression. “He said it didn’t seem like my heart was in it. What does that even mean?”

At this point, he would normally crack a dumb joke, saying something like ‘it means your heart wasn’t in it,’ but he seems to sense your dejection through the phone and bites back any insensitive comments. “Don’t get caught up on this one guy, Y/N. He just didn’t really see what you have to offer, and that’s his loss. He’s just one guy. One dumb guy.”

“But, the thing is, it’s not just one guy! Every date I’ve been on for the last god-knows how long has ended like this. I haven’t had a stable boyfriend since high school!” The last part comes out as a whine. “I just don’t get it, Johnny. What’s wrong with me? Do I lack passion? Do I need new hobbies? Is there something wrong with my face?” You rant to him, getting slightly more bitter with every question. He sighs into the phone.

“Listen, how about I set you up with my friend? He’s the perfect guy and you’ll love him. If you don’t get a second date, next round of drinks is on me.”

“Not that I doubt your matchmaking skills, Seo, but you’d better be prepared to pay for drinks.”

“Does that mean you agree to the date?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” In your mind’s eye, you see him celebrating his small victory, grinning into his phone. The image has a genuine smile tugging at your lips for the first time since you had left for your date earlier that night. Except, even as he had suggested the date, he feels a tugging in his chest and a slight frown making its way onto his face. He almost wants to take back the offer, but if it has a chance at making you happy…

Even though you know almost for a fact that the date Johnny is planning is going to fail, just like the rest of them, it wouldn’t kill you to make him happy and go on it. Yeah, maybe a part of your heart would hurt, but it wouldn’t kill you. Before he can say anything else, you remember that you need to return the favor and ask about his day. “How was practice, John?”

“Long. Tiring. So, the usual.” You chuckle at his comment. “I miss you. We should hang out soon.” “You’re the one living the idol life with a full schedule all the time. Still, let me know when you’re free. I miss you, too.” Glancing at the clock on your wall, you frown. It’s almost half past eleven. “It’s getting late. What time do you have to wake up?” “We have a schedule in the morning so, maybe… 4:30?”

You nearly scream, but you suppress it. Your neighbors would not have liked the noise at this time of night. “You idiot! Get off the phone and go to sleep!”

“Are you sure I have to? I have the energy of Donghyuck on three cups of coffee right now!” Hearing him whine almost makes you laugh and give in. However, as much as you’re enjoying talking to him, you know he tends to let his health rest on the backburner sometimes and you couldn’t let him be even more sleep-deprived than he already is, especially with his early schedule tomorrow.

“Yes, I’m sure. Sleep well! Now, go.”

“Alright, mom, I’m going. I’ll let you know when your date is! Goodnight!” After forcing some cheer into his voice, he hangs up and you stare at your blank phone screen, smiling softly and mumbling to yourself. Unbeknownst to you, on the other side of the black mirror, he does the same.

“Goodnight, Johnny.”

The next morning, you wake up to a text from your best friend.

Johnny: date’s this friday at 3, i’ll send you more details later xoxo

Though he wants to keep it a surprise, you try to grill him on who his friend is. You only manage to get out of him that, no, he is not as tall as Johnny, and, yes, he’s trustworthy.

By the time Friday rolls around, you’re nervous. This is Johnny’s friend - how much does he know about you? Did Johnny tell him about the incident from freshman year of high school? Does he already know your full name and your birthday and all about your parents? Has Johnny even mentioned you to him before? Your feet nearly drag as you walk to a familiar cafe, one you frequent with Johnny whenever he has time. And, outside of the cafe, you see a somewhat friendly face leaning against the building. “Jaehyun?” You say. There’s no way…

“Y/N!” His smile is sweet, a slight sparkle glimmering in his eyes when he notices you.

Though you don’t know him too well, you know that he’s a nice guy. You’d been to your fair share of small NCT 127 gatherings with Johnny, but you never had many opportunities to chat with Jaehyun in particular. With the short exchanges you did have with him, he came off as polite and funny, and you do find him attractive. Perhaps this wouldn’t be the most disastrous date ever.

His hair is a lavender color, faded from what used to be a more vibrant purple, and his dress is relatively casual, just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, which makes you feel slightly more relieved when you notice. You’re glad you didn’t completely underdress on the first date.

“So, are you the friend that Johnny pressured into going on a date with me?” You start, standing in front of him. He straightens up from his leaning position and moves to pull the door to the cafe open, gesturing for you to enter first.

“Yes,” he says, a smile resting on his lips, “though I wouldn’t say there was much pressure involved. I’ve always thought you were cute.”

Your eyes widen and your lips part in surprise. “Really?” You can’t help saying.

“Yes, really.”

The atmosphere of the cafe has always leaned on the romantic side with its warm air and cozy furniture. Each hanging light fixture glows a soft amber and the windows let in a good amount of daylight. You prefer the vibe at night, but it’s just as nice to come during the day, especially with a handsome guy at your side. That is, a different handsome guy than usual. Thankfully, the cafe also keeps its mouth shut about idols visiting.

Ever the gentleman, he pays for your coffee, pulls out your chair, and does everything right. If you’re being perfectly honest, a date hasn’t gone this well in ages and you’ve only been together for fifteen minutes. As time progresses, you find yourself laughing along with him and smiling wider than you have in a while. When your time together starts to come to a close after what feels like the blink of an eye later, he offers to walk you back to your apartment, which you quickly agree to.

As you walk with him, you prepare yourself for the worst. Though you felt like it had gone really well, did he feel the same? You’d led yourself to think dates that had gone poorly actually went well before. What if it was another case of that? So, his first words when you stop in front of your apartment building surprise you. “I’d really like to see you again.”

“I-” You find yourself flustered, stumbling over a response to something you never thought you would hear. His eyes crinkle up in amusement at your reaction and you work to pull yourself together. “I’d like that, too.”

“Great!” His smile begins to melt the barrier of insecurity you’d put up around your heart. “This might sound kind of weird, but Johnny actually already gave me your number. I’ll text you?” At the mention of your best friend, your lips quirk up. You’d have to thank him later.

“Ah, yeah! Don’t worry too much about it, though. I know you have a busy schedule.”

“You’re worth making time for, Y/N.”

The sudden comment has your face heating up, a pleasant blush coloring your cheeks. It feels nice to be appreciated like that. It is nice to be appreciated like that. Saying a shy goodbye, you part ways with Jaehyun. As soon as you’re away from prying eyes, you can’t help but do a little happy-dance. Finishing up your celebrating, you pull out your phone and tap on your text conversation with Johnny. Except, before you start texting him, you stop. A nagging feeling pulls at your heart that you can’t quite place. You shake your head to try and clear it of the strange feeling. What is wrong with you?

Y/N: you didn’t tell me you were sending one of your group members!!

Johnny: oh? pleasantly surprised?

Y/N: better than surprised

Y/N: we had a really great time and he wants a second date!

Johnny: and you doubted my matchmaking skills

Johnny: you’re perfect, he’s perfect, how could it not have worked out?

Your eyes catch at that text. Johnny thinks you’re perfect? Before you can overthink it too much, you tap out a response.

Y/N: shut up johnny, it’s only been one date

Johnny: it always starts with the first date ;)

When Jaehyun returns to the dorms that day, Johnny congratulates him, giving him a friendly slap on the back. He had left the dorm that day looking great, lavender hair perfectly styled, not a thread out of place in his outfit, every piece of him as put together as could be, and he had come back looking just as great. After he returns, Johnny finds that the stewing ball of jealousy in his heart had turned lavender, just like his friend’s hair.

“I really like her, John,” he says, glowing in a way that Johnny hadn’t seen in a while. The thread of envy tugging at his heart pulls taut, but he pushes the feeling back. He wouldn’t sabotage his member’s or his best friend’s potential happiness for the sake of his dumb pining. However, perceptive as always, the younger boy notices his slight shift in expression. “Are you really okay with this?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? I set you guys up.” He isn’t okay with it, but he would force himself to be.

The second date goes just as well. You can’t help but love being around Jaehyun. He’s naturally charming and funny and you understand why he and Johnny get along so well. You actually see a bit of your best friend in him, which puts you even more at ease. On your ice cream and park date, you spend hours just talking to him, learning about each other, until the sun has long gone down and you’ve walked past the same tree five times. When he offers you his arm, you hook your own through it, enjoying the close proximity. Once you’re in front of your apartment building once again, he drops his arm and turns to face you.

“So,” he starts, “we’re having a movie night at our dorm on Saturday. Johnny and all the other guys will be there, and I was wondering if you wanted to come?”

“I would love to, Jaehyun,” you tell him, your eyes lighting up at the opportunity. He seems excited by your response and, reluctantly, you both part ways. You choose not to bring up the topic of your date with Johnny, but he texts you an hour later anyways.

Johnny: movie night. this saturday. you coming?

Y/N: hell yeah! Jaehyun already invited me ^^

Johnny: oh

Johnny: well bring snacks or you’re uninvited

So, on Saturday, you pull up to the dorm, snacks in hand. Having grown up together in the States, you two share similar tastes and not-so-coincidentally have the same favorite chips. When you knock, you hear muffled shouting from the other side of the door before Johnny opens it, the sight of his bare face and floppy brown hair making you instantly light up.

“Y/N!”

“Johnny!”

He picks you up and spins you in the most cliche way possible, triggering you to drop your bag of snacks in the process and making you laugh and hit his chest to put you down. “Put me down or I’m taking my snacks back!”

A second after you say that, he drops you back onto your feet, grabbing the bag and walking to the kitchen. Once he puts you down, you notice Jaehyun leaning against the wall behind him, watching the entire exchange with an amused smile on his face. His lavender hair falls in his eyes and you can’t help but think that he looks particularly good today.

“Jae,” you grin, “I’m happy to see you.”

“Oh?” He says, standing up straight from his position against the wall, “I already get a nickname?”

“Well, if you don’t want one-” You start, biting the edge of your lip.

“I’m kidding. You can honestly call me whatever you want.” He leans in, surprising you by planting a quick kiss on your cheek and pulling away to see the blush making its way onto your face.

“Just don’t call him daddy!” You hear Johnny call from the kitchen in English, “He’d probably be into that!”

You and Jaehyun look at each other before bursting into laughter. “Funny coming from you, Seo!” You call back.

“Shut up!”

As you make your way deeper inside, Jaehyun’s hand brushing yours but never interlocking, you greet all of the other boys as you come across them. Out of the others, you’re closest to Mark, as he also speaks English, and he reminds you a lot of your own little brother. So, when Jaehyun sits next to you instead of Mark and Johnny, like they normally do, Donghyuck is confused for them. You quietly explain the situation between you and Jaehyun.

Donghyuck’s eyes shift towards the kitchen. “But, aren’t you-”

Mark nudges him and he shuts up, confusing you. “What?”

“Nothing,” he says, but leans in to whisper to Mark. You roll your eyes at their confusing behavior and settle closer to Jaehyun’s side, much to his satisfaction. When your best friend enters the room, however, they look up at him and Donghyuck opens his mouth to speak again. “Hyung, tell us an embarrassing story about Y/N.”

“Oh, god,” you say, eyes nervously darting between the maknae and your best friend, “Johnny, do not. Absolutely do not.”

He smiles deviously. He’d better not talk about-

“Freshman year of high school,” he starts and you glare at him.

“Johnny, I will hurt you,” you hiss in English, making Mark and Jaehyun laugh. You can feel his deep laugh rumble in his chest, but your focus remains on Johnny.

Johnny shushes you. “Shh, Y/N, I’m telling the kids a story.” He picks back up where he’d left off a moment before, much to your displeasure. “So, freshman year of high school, there was this guy. He really liked Y/N and, one beautiful autumn day, he asked her out during lunch while we were sitting at our lunch table.” He pauses, looking you in the eye, knowing the worst has yet to come. “But! She did not like him back, and, instead of rejecting him like a normal person, she just blurted out that I was her boyfriend.” You bury your face in your hands, groaning. “However, he didn’t believe her, so we had to pretend to be dating for a month until he left her alone.” The laughter of the others fills the room and you peer between your fingers to glare at him. You don’t notice that Jaehyun isn’t laughing as hard as the rest of them, instead watching the exchange between you and Johnny closely.

“Johnny, don’t make me pull out the pictures,” you threaten, hand reaching for your phone.

“I’m not afraid,” he retorts, smirking.

As the conversation continues, Jaehyun closely watches the two of you until, a moment later, his eyes soften. He should have known.

Eventually, the topic passes and one of the boys starts the movie, some action flick that they had previously agreed on, and you stay close by Jaehyun’s side for the entire thing. A few minutes into the film, you feel like something is off, but you can’t quite place it. That is, until it suddenly hits you. You’re not sitting next to Johnny. At this point, you’d normally be leaning in to whisper dumb comments to each other and, though Jaehyun occasionally provides some of his own, you find that it isn’t at all the same. You do appreciate the arm that he has around you, the closeness of being with someone you like, but a lingering feeling in your gut has you feeling strangely about the situation. Though you try to ignore it, the feeling doesn’t go away during the entire movie.

As you’re preparing to leave and all the boys file away to get ready for bed, Jaehyun trails after you, politely offering you an arm to lean on so you can slip your shoes on. When you’re about to turn around and leave, however, he stops you. “Y/N,” he says, “are you free tomorrow?”

“I should be, why?” You’re curious, knowing he wouldn’t normally ask you out so spontaneously.

“Do you want to go to the cafe with me?” Inexplicably, your stomach drops. You have a bad feeling about this. “My treat,” he adds, setting you slightly more at ease.

“Oh, sure. Text me a time?”

When he texts you later that night, he seems normal. When you arrive at the cafe, he seems normal, when he’s paying for your drinks, he seems normal, when he sits down at a table with you, everything seems perfectly normal. After some small talk, he clears his throat and your heart sinks.

“Y/N, I gotta level with you. I really like you, but,” he pauses and you begin to feel the disappointment and rejection that always follows those words. You lower your head, not really wanting to meet his eyes, the coffee cup in your hands held tight under white knuckles. “You’re in love with Johnny.”

“What?” Your head snaps up and you look him straight in the eye, your mouth slightly agape. That was certainly not what you were expecting to hear. “What?” You say again, absolutely dumbfounded.

“You’re in love with Johnny.” He quickly realizes that repeating the same thing isn’t getting rid of the confused expression on your face and he begins to explain. “I saw the way you look at him, Y/N. Tell me if I’m wrong, but is he the one person in the world you’re the most comfortable with, the one you look forward to seeing all the time, the one you compare everyone to without even trying?” When you don’t answer, he knows that he hit the nail on the head. He gives you a smile, a soft, sad smile that very nearly breaks your heart.

“I…” you start, trying to find the right words to deny him, “I… I’m not in love with him…” The words are quiet, like you’re trying not convince yourself more than convince him. You feel more at a loss about your feelings than you ever have in your life.

“It probably happened a long time ago and you didn’t even realize it,” he says quietly, his voice softer than ever. “Just think about it. I’m pretty sure that he feels the same way about you. And,” the pause he puts between his next words seems longer than the last, and your eyes drift from the table back up to his eyes, “No matter how you look at it, I’m not Johnny, Y/N. I wasn’t lying when I said that I really like you. But I know that our feelings aren’t the same.” He takes a deep breath in an attempt to settle the air between you. “I’d still like us to stay friends, though, even if we stop seeing each other,” he gestures around him, “like this.”

You take him in, his soft lavender hair, his dark clothes, his stature, everything, and you come to the realization that you had been comparing him to your best friend the entire time you’d been seeing each other. The slightly off feeling you’d had with him was because he wasn’t Johnny. Right now, you don’t want to draw any conclusions, to admit that you’re in love with your best friend, but you can at least face some of the facts.

So, from that day forward, you and Jaehyun begin to get to know each other as friends. You mull over your feelings for a long time, the pieces slowly coming together. Your supposed lack of interest on every new date. Your apprehension about texting him about your first successful date with his friend. Your eagerness to always make time for him, no matter how much your schedule clashed with his.

Then, one day, as you’re sitting in your desk at work, you remember the plans you had made with him that evening and you instantly brighten up, working hard to finish everything. As soon as you find your desk empty of tasks, your mind drifts back to him and it finally hits you.

You’re totally, completely, undeniably in love with your best friend. And you have been for a long, long time.

When the time for you to leave finally arrives, you leap out of your desk, bag in hand, and walk towards the door with a newfound purpose. You’re in love with your Johnny. You’re in love with him and you-

What are you going to do?

Your footsteps slow from their previously brisk pace and you stop at the entrance to the elevator. You can’t just profess your love for your best friend randomly. That would be insane. There’s no guarantee he even feels the same way about you. You figure that you might as well talk to the person who made you have this realization in the first place.

Y/N: you were right.

Jaehyun: do you want to talk about it?

Y/N: yeah… meet me at the cafe tomorrow?

You thank whatever possessed the owner of the cafe to decide to keep it open until 3 AM every day, because, when Jaehyun finally finishes practice, it’s past midnight. You know this issue has waited long enough, however, so you agree to the ridiculously late meet-up.

It takes you a moment to recognize him despite the sparse few patrons in the shop, as his hair is now a deep black instead of the lavender you were used to. “You changed your hair.” You can’t help the observation from slipping out when you sit down in front of him with your drink. The corners of his lips curl up.

“It was time for a change.” He watches you for a moment, waiting for you to speak.

“Thanks for meeting me so late,” you start, unsure of how exactly to proceed, “I… I figured it out. You were right. I met up with him yesterday and… I don’t feel that way around anyone else.”

Yesterday, your little hangout with Johnny was the most normal occurrence that possibly could have happened. He came over to your apartment and you just enjoyed each other’s company, chatting and watching videos over takeout. Yet, while the occurrence was not out of the ordinary, the way you felt was. For the first time, you looked at him and knew that how you saw him was not normal. It wasn’t how someone who was just friends with someone else viewed their friend. When he saw you staring at him weirdly, asking you “what’s wrong?” you wanted to pour out your entire heart to him, confess everything that you had held back for what felt like years at that point. Instead, you responded “Nothing,” even though everything was actually wrong. Everything was wrong because suddenly you wanted his casual touches and joking fliration to mean more and you still didn’t know how he felt about you.

Pulling yourself from your memories, you look at Jaehyun again. “You said that he feels the same way about me, but I don’t know. He’s still the same Johnny he’s always been.”

His phone buzzes in his pants and he frowns. “Sorry, just a second.” A moment later, after responding to whoever had texted him, he looks back at you, his phone returning to his pocket. “I’m not him, so I can’t prove that he feels the same way about you, but trust me. You should tell him.”

“I don’t want to ruin what we have,” you mumble, half to yourself.

“You know it would take a lot more than a confession to ruin your relationship.” He’s right. You know he’s right, but you’re still scared. He reaches out, setting a hand on yours. “You can do it. You won’t be over it under you do.”

Letting out a breath, you nod your head. “I’ll do it. Next time I see him, I’ll…” He squeezes your hand. “I’ll tell him.”

“Good.” He smiles brightly before standing up from his seat across from you. “Now, come on.”

“What?” As he tugs you by the hand out of your chair, you forget about your drinks on the table. You follow him out the door and he drops your hand. And, as you exit, you see him. You stop staring at him in confusion for a second.

“Good luck,” Jaehyun leans in and whispers, giving the small of your back a light push towards Johnny before he turns in the opposite direction and begins to walk away.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to see you here, but I think he planned this,” Johnny chuckles, beginning to turn in the opposite direction that his bandmate had gone. “Walk with me?”

“As long as you and your long legs don’t go too fast.”

After a minute of walking in silence, he breaks it. “Are you mad at me?” “What?” You say, brows furrowing, “No. Why would I be angry at you?”

“You seemed kind of off last night.” So, he had noticed.

“I just had a lot to think about.” He glances over at you when you answer vaguely. You know you’re just stalling at this point, not confessing, but the time isn’t right. Not yet.

“Is everything going alright with Jaehyun?” He speaks slowly, as if he’s afraid to broach the topic. You don’t have to think long about your response.

“Actually, we’ve stopped seeing each other.” He appears confused, opening his mouth to question you. “We’re just friends now,” you add on quickly. He closes his mouth before opening it again.

“I thought things were going well?”

“They were. Things were fine, he just, I just… he made me realize something.”

Johnny quirks an eyebrow. “Care to share with the class?”

You stop walking and he follows suit, turning to face you on the sidewalk. “I…” It’s now or never. A moment like this wouldn’t happen again. The world seems to stand still for that moment, holding its breath for you. Steeling your nerves, you begin. “Johnny, I realized that the reason guys always think I’m not interested in them is because I’m in love with you. And I know you don’t have to accept my feelings, but-”

“Yes.”

“What?” You stop, flustered. Did he really just interrupt your confession?

“I accept your undying love for me, Johnny Seo, because I might have been waiting for you this entire time.” It finally clicks - why he never went on dates while you continuously tried to find a boyfriend, why he always told you that you were perfect, why he was always there, despite everything. A swelling feeling of relief washes over you, followed with a wave of confusion and frustration at him.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Johnny? Johnny!” Your expression shifts from confusion to irritation when he just smiles at you. “We could’ve been over with this months ago, years ago!”

“Friendly reminder that you were the one who just figured out your feelings. I’ve known for years,” he replies smugly, as if holding back his feelings was some great accomplishment. You stand there, the streetlights creating long shadows around you, a baffled expression on your face.

“...for how long?” Your voice is soft, questioning. He couldn’t have-

“Since maybe junior year of high school?”

A gasp escapes your lips at his profession and all you can do is stare at him with wide eyes. With some further reflection, you could probably figure out that you felt that way about him for just as long, but this isn’t a competition. He loves you and he has loved you. “How? You really never…?”

He smiles, a deep genuine smile that reaches past his eyes and into his heart, which he had given you a long time ago anyways. “It’s easy when you gave me something to look forward to every day, after every practice, after every test.”

“Johnny… thank you.” It’s all you can say, years of repressed emotions welling up in your chest. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

“I would have waited forever for you, babe.” The teasing smile is back on his lips, but you know that there’s at least some truth to his words.

“Johnny Seo, the perfect man,” you giggle, fake-swooning at his attempt to be smooth.

“It’s time you stop thinking about me as just the perfect man and also start thinking about me as the perfect boyfriend.”

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dolphin-enthusiast · 4 years

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ahhhh!! good evening my darling~!! it's nice to be back 💘✨🌹 as always i hope you are well my dear, and thank you all for being so kind and understanding!! (as much as i hate missing days, my days don't end as brightly if i can't check in 😅) (1/9?)

"i appreciate it so much, it means a lot to me,, i'm absolutely thrilled to know that i'm able to brighten your days up, to the point of them being dull when i'm absent, amore that means the world to me! it's my main goal after all 💖 i should probably address that previous situation that quinn brought up, no? she's a saint for notifying you all about this, since the last thing i want is to appear as though i disappear suddenly 😖 (2/9)

but about 15 minutes later, she showed up in a car with one of my other friends in the back! she ushered me in as my other friend climbed out,, he punched one of them actually?? next thing i knew we were speeding off!! i'm still in shock about the whole affair since we don't even have our driver's learning permits yet,, it was something out of a movie, i swear!! (4/9)

ah, it was such a scary experience, and i sadly fell ill the next day,, it was miserable, but luckily the sickness has past and i feel good! 💫 i must say, everyone's asks helped get me through the night of the the incident and my sick day, it kept me entertained and smiling, that's for sure!! and, morgy dear, your writings?? they helped cheer me up a lot!! ❤ (5/9)

speaking of writing, i am in awe of that vegas au writing,, oh mio dio... it amazes me how talented you all are!! i loved everything about it, especially the intense part where you won the roulette game morgy! ahhh, and it seems that anon really did do their research!! (6/9)

it's actually a dream of mine to visit the Bellagio! maybe you can even come with me caro~ 😘 in all seriousness, thank you all so much for all of your creative efforts, it shocks me that people truly want to spend their time creating such amazing things related to us!! 🌺 (7/9)

and to the anon who said i remind them of the girl from ipanema,, you have no idea how happy i was to hear that!! it's one of my all time favorite songs! i actually learned it when i was little, because my dad would actually sing it to me every now and then,, it truly does bring back good memories!! 💕 today wasn't as interesting as the other two, all i did was bake some tarts and play a little bit of minecraft,, (8/9)

i put on gloves to nake sure i didn't get my scent on it, so the mother can find him easier!! the cutest part was that he nuzzled my hand before i set him down,, che bello~!! 🌻 oh mie stelle,, it is quite late for me now! i can't wait to check in tomorrow 💞 until then, goodnight love!! rest well for me! - lots and lots of love, your waifu xoxo 💌💋 ps: honestly, i like to think that you are my lucky charm morgy,, after all you do manage to make my daily life sweeter! 💗 (9/9)"

Im glad to see ur better and that u have returned darling 👁️👀 what happened really does sound like it came straight outta an action movie (still surprised at how intense and unpredictable ur life is compared to mine lol) and trust me i would have finna punched that fucker who messed w u if i were there iS thIs gUy bOtHerIng u qUeEn-

On another note i myself adored that gambling au thing and as i said it gave me major kakegurui vibes and i love it djdjs also can we talk abt that killer one liner "dont come to work tomorrow" like i hate how i'd acc say smth as cryptical as that🤡🤡🤡 anons really do b having overwhelming amounts of talent and dedication n g l

And even if ur day was kinda dull (thats the daily grind for me tbh🗿) dw bc just v i b i n g is enough sometimes yknow? I too didn't do much last day and just marathoned haykiuu again after trying to bake some cringe ass fail cookies dhxhxh i hated how i didnt really do anything productive but nowadays im trying to find balance between fandoms since jojo isnt the only thing i gave a shot at writing for👁️

ANywAYs i have some wacky luck dear i wouldnt say im a lucky charm, quite the opposite acc ehdjdj but say...what if we went to las vegas then got our gambling freak on together haha jk unless🤔🤔🤔😳😳😳😳

#hopefully u will get even better soon darling so we can talk more👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️#im looking forward to sharing the major brainrot😩😩#the confessional

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Y/N is a CEO, Harry is also a CEO.

or, Y/N and Harry are friendly rivals who never though their relationship would grow. But then their kids meet, and that changes everything.

Word Count: 9.5k i think??? around there

Warnings: a brief mention of a car accident, angst, barely any smut lmao

a/n: i wish i wasn’t so indecisive lol but this is only part 1 of this story, so get ready for a part 2 whenever i decide i want to finish it lol. hope you guys like it. i feeel really proud of this but eh. also i kind of do both point of views, you’ll understand as you read along but anyways enjoy love you all xoxo

Your breathing is ragged, heels clacking against the pavement as you rush into your daughter’s school to pick her up after your meeting ran late.

You would have thought that since it was your own company that you would’ve been on time, but your assistant failed to let you know that time was closing in on your meeting. You just briefly checked your watch because this meeting was going on for forever, eyes widening in shock before cutting off the person speaking and letting them know that you really, really had to go or else you’d be even later.

So here you are, running into your daughter’s elementary school after letting the office know who you are.

“Ri!” You exclaim, your daughter turning around at the sound of her nickname.

“Mummy!” She yelled back, smile wide on her face as she runs up to hug you, you catching her easily.

“Hi baby, you doin’ okay?” You question, caressing her hair before placing her down.

“Yeah! Teacher was letting me help her clean up!” She excitedly tells you, going to her cubby to get her things.

“Riley is just an excellent helper.” Her teacher tells you with a smile on her face.

“I’m so sorry about being late, this never happens.” You apologize.

“Oh, don’t worry about it!” The teacher begins, “Riley is one of my favorites, I don’t mind it one bit. I know you’re not usually late so no harm done.” She assured you.

“Thank you so much, really.” You repeated. “Ready to go, Ri?” You ask your 6-year-old daughter, helping her zip up her coat and taking her backpack from her. She nods her head and waves to her teacher, “By Miss! See you tomorrow!”

Taking her hand in yours, you walk out of the classroom and make way to your car.

“How was your day, Riley?”

“It was good! I learned how to write the letters L,M, and N today!” She beamed as you buckle her into her car seat. Your heart warms up at seeing her so excited.

You were young when you had Riley, just barely 18 when you found out you were pregnant. But you were in love with your older college boyfriend, so you thought everything would be okay. He was learning how to take over his father’s company, which he did soon after his daughter was born. Now 24 and boyfriendless, and running your old boyfriend’s company, you had to say you were doing pretty okay for yourself with the help of Owen’s family.

Your parents were disappointed to say the least when they found out you were pregnant, not wanting to be a part of you or their grandchild’s life. You were thankful enough for Owen’s family to take you in as their own, happily accepting you and their soon to be grandbaby.

When you were told that you were going to be the one to run the well-known family business, you were nervous, not ready to mess things up. But you were guided through and through and soon enough, you were one of the best CEO’s of the country.

Right next to Harry Styles, your rival.

As much as you hate to admit, Harry was good. He was charming, reliable, smart, and extremely good looking.

He was also young like you, just a year or two older which is why you guys were such rivals. But you aren’t sure if you could even consider you and him rivals if you guys are nothing but nice to each other. But since your businesses are head and head with each other, that’s the best word to describe your relationship.

You make more small talk with Riley before pulling up to your driveway. Turning the car off, you get out and make your way to unbuckle her.

Going to your front door, you ask her what she wants for dinner. Knowing that her new obsession is spaghetti, you aren’t surprised when that’s what she yelled.

“Okay love, wanna help me cook it?” You grinned, watching her nod her head in excitement before she helps you get out the ingredients.

Dinner was messily made and then eaten and now you’re giving Riley her nightly bath. Her hair was just washed, and now you’re letting her play before washing the rest of her body and drying her off.

She’s splashing the water with one her toys before she yelps, “Oh, and Mummy guess what?”

“Chicken butt?”

“No! That’s silly!” She giggled. “I made a friend today!”

“Did you?” You wonder, happiness laced in your voice. Riley was more of a quiet person, she doesn’t have any friends after being in school for so long but since she kept more to herself, it didn’t seem to bother her as much as it worried you. So hearing her talk about a friend she made makes your heart soar.

“Yep! His name is Noah, he’s new! He saw me playing with my blocks alone and asked if we could play together.” She chatted as you began to wash her body.

“Oh that’s great, Ri! Maybe you guy could have a playdate one day this week.” You mention, and she squeals.

You dry her off and begin to do her nightly routine before putting her to bed.

It’s later in the night now, and your in your office deep into work when your phone rings. You don’t bother to check the caller ID before you answer.

“Hello?”

“Ah, isn’t it my favorite lady.” You hear, face heating up when you recognize the voice.

“You’re the one who called me, Harry.” You say, taking a break from your paperwork. There’s an awkward pause before he answered you again.

“I know, just wanted to make yeh blush a bit for me, love.” He teases.

“How do you know if I’m bushing if you can’t-”

“Anyways!” He interrupts, “My assistant notified me that you and I have an interview to be at tomorrow?”

“What about it? I’m doing paperwork right now.” You tell him, continuing your stack of paperwork.

“Well Ms. Cranky,” he began, making you roll your eyes, “I have somewhere to be at around 2:15, and the interview starts at 1. So I was wondering-”

“Wait, what?” It was your turn to interrupt, “It’s supposed to be starting at 11, I have somewhere to be at 2:15 as well.” You groaned, putting him on speaker to check your email.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan when the email indeed does say 1. “I’m typing out an email now.” You tell him.

“Does, ‘Mr. Styles and I will be there at 11, please be ready or we will leave.’ sound too harsh?”

“Nah, I think it’s good.” He tells you truthfully, chuckling into the phone a bit.

“Good, because I sent it already.” You giggle. “Harry, it’s been a pleasure, but it’s getting late. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah. Curl your hair for me? Love it when yeh curl it.” He tells you, and you bite your lip.

“Goodnight, Mr. Styles.” You murmur.

He laughs, “Goodnight, love.”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

After dropping Riley off at school, you walk into your building with your assistant on your side.

“Okay,” Liam begins, “From 8:30 until 9:45 Ms. Mendes will be here for a meeting. At 9:55 you will be picked up to go to the interview with Mr. Styles. Then from 11 until 1:30 you’ll be there, with enough time to go and pick up Riley.” He informs, walking into your office with you.

“Liam, you don’t have to be so formal, we’ve been friends since college.” You remind him, shrugging your coat off your body. Liam looks you up and down, noticing that you’re dressed up more than usual.

“Your makeup is flawless, your hair is curled perfectly, and your body has nowhere to hide in this low-cut dress. Who are you trying to impress?” He asks.

“What? A woman can’t look good just to please herself? You know Liam, not everything a woman does is to please a man.” You scold him.

He squints his eyes at you until the realization hits him. “You’re trying to impress Harry!” He shouted, pointing at you in an accusing matter.

“Will you keep your voice down!” You yell, slamming your office door shut.

“Admit that you’re trying to impress Harry.” He demands.

“No.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m not admitting anything! Isn’t Ms. Mendes supposed to be here?” Just as the words leave your mouth, your office phone rings. You answer and put it on speaker once you see it’s your secretary.

“What’s up, Stella?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, Ms. Mendes is here for your meeting.” She chimed.

“Thanks! I’ll meet her in a minute.” You acknowledge before hanging up.

“Saved by the bell.” Liam muttered, to which you stuck your tongue out in response.

“Liam, be a doll and grab Ms. Mendes please?” You tease, laughing when he gives you the finger.

The meeting goes by in a breeze, investing in some of her business which will help your own. With 5 minutes left to spare, you and Claire you learned her name was began to stand and shake hands.

“Do I show myself out then?” She asks.

“No, I actually have somewhere to be, so I’ll walk out with you if you don’t mind.” You tell her, putting your jacket on and grabbing your phone and purse.

You’re approaching the lobby when you see him. Gucci suit practically glued onto his body with how tight it is, baby blue with flowers decorated on it.

“Oh wow, that’s Harry Styles, right? Of Styles and Co?” Claire asks you.

You nod, “Yeah, that’s him in the flesh.” You look at her and see she’s flipping her hair to the side and is now walking towards him. You roll your eyes and shake your head as you head towards your secretary.

“Stella, I won’t be in the for the rest of the day. You know the drill, right?” You question, but you’re finding it hard to listen when all you hear is Claire giggling at Harry’s jokes, a twinge of jealousy is stirring in your stomach and you’re not sure why.

Your secretary finishes her sentence, to which you reply, “Just send my calls to Liam.”

You turn around and hear Claire still chatting Harry up. “Here’s my card, but definitely call me for more than just business.” She flirts, and you can’t help but let out a loud laugh. Claire snaps her neck towards you and Harry just smirks, taking her card and putting it in his pocket.

“We actually ‘ave somewhere to be. Talk soon, yeah?” He says, putting a hand on her shoulder before taking the few steps it takes to get to you.

“Yeh ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

It’s been 15 minutes into your car ride and you and Harry have been sitting in comfortable silence.

“Your hair looks nice.” He murmurs, taking his eyes off the road briefly to glance at you.

“Oh, thanks.” You blush. “I’ve been told it looks good when it’s curled.” You saying, looking at him now.

You’re annoyed with how good looking Harry is. He doesn’t have a flaw. You didn’t realize how long you were staring until he’s glancing at you again.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He teases you.

“You’re right.” You shrug, pulling out your phone and twisting your body to look at him. “Say cheese!”

He smiles wide at you but his eyes are still on the road. You take the picture, and then you take a candid. His wide smile is gone, but he still has a grin on his face. You’re ready to delete it but he starts talking, distracting you from the task at hand.

“‘Ave yeh eaten yet?” He wonders aloud.

“No not yet. Why?” You question.

“Well, we have about 30 minutes to kill. I know ‘bout a cafe up the street if yeh wanna get some coffee, it’s really good.” He admits. You’ve been nodding your head in agreement when the word “cafe” left his mouth. Realizing he can’t see you, you mutter out, “Yes, please. I think coffee has been calling my name all morning.”

Entering the cafe, you’re immediately hit with the smell of coffee and pastries. “Is normal coffee okay with yeh? Or do yeh get something special?” He asks you, leading you to a booth in the corner of the cafe.

“Normal is perfect. But I have money.” You state, reaching in your purse for your credit card but when you look up, he’s already gone. You roll your eyes and reach for your phone, getting ready to open up emails but the first thing you see is the candid you took of Harry. You smile to yourself, then bring your head up to look for him.

He’s waiting for the coffee’s now, looking around at the decorations in the place when his eyes meet yours. You smile at each other and then his name was called, tearing his attention away from you.

You lock our phone and put it back in your purse, and then Harry is sitting down across from you. “Here’s your coffee, and I didn’t know wha’ kind of pastry to get yeh so I get yeh a croissant.” He tells you, handing it over to you.

“Thanks, Harry.” You bubbled, taking a sip of your coffee and humming at the taste. He takes a sip of his own drink, it’s not coffee, but he won’t tell you that.

“What did you get?” You ask, breaking a piece off of your croissant and putting it in your mouth.

“I got the same thing you did.”

“Oh, wow.” You moan, “This is so good. I can’t believe I didn’t know about this place!”

“Not a lot of people know about it, which is why I like it so much.” He confesses.

“Oh, wow.” You repeat, “I can’t believe the Harry Styles is sharing his secret cafe with me!” You joked, laughing when you see him roll his eyes. “Yeh know, I didn’t have to take you here.” He mutters, frowning in a joking matter.

“No, seriously. It means a lot to me, Riley was all over the place this morning and I didn’t have time to eat for myself.” You shrug.

“If yeh weren’t so busy curling your hair for me yeh would’ve had plenty of time.”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” You mumbled.

“I’m kidding. You look beautiful, Y/N.” He promised. “Wait, Riley, where ‘ave I heard that name before?” He talks to himself. You shrug your shoulders before glancing at the clock on the wall. “Oh, Harry! We only have 10 minutes to get there. We gotta go!” You hurriedly exclaimed, scooting out of the booth and grabbing your belongings.

“Relax, it’s jus’ down the street. We’ll make it.” He assures you, following you out the door and to his car.

He was right, of course. You guys got there in 5 minutes, making you 5 minutes early. And your threat in your email must’ve worked because when you two got there, they were already waiting for your guys’ arrival.

“Hi, I’m Jason, I’ll be your interviewer today.” The handsome man introduces himself. His hair was styled perfectly, brown eyes gleaming in the light with one of the most charming smiles. He was styled fashionably, but also professional as well.

“Y/N.” You state, sticking your hand out for him to take, which he does. “I’m a huge fan,” he bashfully admits. “Thanks so much for agreeing to meet with me.” He says, hand still in yours.

“Oh, thank you, I appreciate it.” You smile, still looking into Jason’s eyes.

“I’m Harry, the other part of the interview.” Harry interrupts, sticking his own hand out for Jason to shake.

“Yes, of-of course.” Jason stammers, taking his eyes and hand away from you to look at Harry, giving him a firm handshake.

Harry may have gripped his hand a little harder, but that’s something he won’t tell you either.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The interview is nearing its end. Both of your businesses have been talking about, and now the interview is more towards both your personal lives.

“So, are either of you seeing anybody currently?” Jason asked, looking at you both but staring at you longer.

“No, I’m just focused on the company and my own personal matters right now.” Harry answers honestly.

You nod your head in agreement, “Me too.”

“So Y/N, you wouldn’t be interested in a date?” Jason flirts, and you laugh in response.

“I’m flattered, truly, but it isn’t my focus right now.” You tell him.

“C’mon. Just one? I’m sure you’d enjoy it.” He pressures, and Harry could feel you getting uncomfortable.

“Mate, let it go. She said no.” Harry warned.

“Is it because you two are dating?” He quizzed with a smirk on his face.

“Listen-” Harry starts, but he’s cut off.

“Harry and I aren’t together. We’re friends, if even that. You’ve asked us here to talk business, not to talk about who we’re dating. I’m sorry that our answers weren’t interesting enough to you, but we’re happy with our answers. Put any of this in, and you’ll be hearing from both of our lawyers. This interview is over.” You seethed, standing up and walking off.

Jason puts his head down in shame, and Harry just smirks before following your steps. You’re already at Harry’s car when he finds you, shivering in the cold weather and small flurries of snow on your head.

“You okay?” He hesitantly asks.

“I’m fine.” You replied curtly, getting into the car once you hear it’s unlocked. He starts the car and waits for it to heat up so you can get warm, putting the windshield wipers on to get rid of the snow.

“That guy was an asshole.” You both speak at the same time, looking at each other and laughing.

“Like really! Yeh told him no and he jus’ kept going, what a prick.” He says, shaking his head in disapproval. “I know! And why does me saying no automatically mean you and I are dating?” You ask him, shaking your head with him and buckling your seatbelt in.

The drive back to your work went faster than you would have liked. You enjoyed Harry’s company even if you guys barely talked. His soft singing voice, fingers tapping the wheel in tune of the song. And the small talk he did make with you wasn’t awkward, as if you’ve been friends for years on end.

“What’d yeh mean back at the interview when yeh said ‘if even that’ to us bein’ friends?” He blurted out, shocking you in the comfortable silence you two were just sitting in.

“What?” You question, confusion written all over your face.

“When he asked if we were datin’ and yeh said, ‘we’re friends, if even that.’ So I jus’ wanted to know what tha’ meant.” He says boldly, putting the car in park as you’ve come to realize that you guys were in front of your building.

“Harry, it’s not that we aren’t friends, but we also aren’t friends. We’re acquaintances.” You hesitantly reply, not knowing where your confession is going to take the conversation.

“I don’t jus’ call my acquaintances beautiful, Y/N, I thought yeh were smarter than that.” He says, full attention on you now.

“Harry, we’ve talked on and off for a few years now, all business related. It’s never gotten any further.”

“It’s obviously gotten far enough if yeh curled your hair for me. No one ever does it if someone they barely talk to tells ‘em to do it.” He objected, running his fingers through his hair in annoyance. You roll your eyes before checking the time on your phone, noticing that you have a mere 5 minutes before having to pick up Riley.

“Listen, I have somewhere to be. You have my number, can we continue this later?” You questioned, unbuckling your seat belt to start getting out.

“We’ll see.” He mutters out. You wave him a goodbye and walk to your car, where you watch him pull out.

You breathe out a sigh that you didn’t realize you were holding in before you get into your own car, then making your way to your daughter.

Walking down the familiar hallway, you hear mumbles of your daughter's voice, but you can’t make out the words.

“Yeah, Ri! Once your mum gets here, we could ask her for a playdate!” You hear a small voice exclaim, followed by your daughters cheering.

Riley must’ve heard your heels because before you could even enter the classroom, she’s running into your arms. You inhale her scent, it soothing you after the stressful day you’ve had.

You put her down and bring your head up to look for her teacher, but instead of meeting the teachers eyes, you're met with the green emeralds that you’ve just left a few minutes prior.

“You’re a dad?” You ask, watching him nod with a grin on his face.

Something clicks inside of him, jaw dropping and shouting out, “Riley!”

“What?” Your daughter responds, running back to the little boy at the table. Coincidentally, Harry is standing behind the sitting boy.

“Yeah, what she said. What?” You repeat, looking at him confusedly. Before he could speak, Riley does.

“Mum, can me and Noah have a playdate?”

“It’s Noah and I, honey.” You corrected her, “But who’s Noah?”

“That’d be my son.” Harry speaks, smirk evident on his face. “That’s why her name sounded so familiar. Noah was goin’ on and on about wanting t’play with her.” He remembers, looking down between the both of them.

“Guys, why don’t you get your stuff and we could make this playdate happen today, hm?” You tell him, motioning them to their cubby as they cheered in excitement. You walk over to him and stand in front of him, arms crossed across your chest.

“Guess we’ll be finishing our talk earlier than expected,” he murmurs quietly, “follow me to my house?” He asked, helping Noah put his jacket on once the pair walked over. You nodded and did the same to Riley.

“Lead the way.”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Harry’s house wasn’t anything like you expected. Not that it isn’t Harry’s style, but you were just expecting it to be a bit more...extravagant.

It’s small, but roomy inside. You don’t feel trapped in there but you don’t feel like most of the rooms in the house are empty. You feel an odd sense of comfort being there, you feel comfortable, you feel at home.

“Noah, why don’t yeh show Riley your playroom while her mum and I talk in the kitchen.” Harry states.

“Okay! Riley I got all new blocks yesterday, you’ll love them!” Noah exclaims, grabbing your daughters hand and leading her down the hallway.

“Noah is very sweet.” You comment, watching Harry shrug off his suit coat, leaving him in a transparent white button up. Harry smiles at your comment, blush rising to his cheeks.

“Thank you, I’ve tried to raise him as well as I could.” He says.

“Would yeh like anything t’drink? Water, wine, juice?” He lists off as he’s looking inside the fridge, you finding a seat at the island table.

“Water would be lovely.” You state, him placing a water bottle in front of you.

A silence overcomes the both of you, both of you not knowing where to begin.

“Harry.” You hesitate.

“No, let’s not do it like this.” He states, taking a seat in front of you.

“How do you mean?” You wonder.

“Let’s jus’ get to know each other, like friends.”

“Okay, lets.” You agree, taking a sip of out of your water.

“Okay, so elephant in the room. How did Riley come along?”

“You should be warned, I might cry.” You warn. “Yeh don’t have to tell me if yeh don’t wanna.” He reminds you.

“No it’s just the anniversary is coming up is all.” You tell him, eyes already burning as you feel the tears approaching.

“Anniversary?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“My fiance’s death.” You whimper, fanning your face to stop the flow of your tears.Harry’s eyes soften.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if yeh don’t wanna.” He speaks truthfully, trying to find your stare.

“Friends know this stuff though, right?” You ask rhetorically.

“He was 2 years older than me. I just turned 18 and he turned 20 six months prior. So I guess you could say she was a result of birthday sex.” You chuckled, reminiscing to when you guys found out that she was growing in your tummy. “He still had a year of college to go, but he wanted to be home, to help me after my parents practically disowned me, so his own family took me in.” You swallowed, fighting back more tears. “It was 3 months after she was born and we needed more diapers. So while she was napping he drove to the store that was only a 10 minute drive from where we lived.

“And I had this gut feeling, you know? When you could feel something is going to go wrong? I gave him a hug and kiss goodbye and I will forever be thankful for that. That I wasn’t in the shower or that I wasn’t worrying about Riley. I gave him a hug and kiss and then he walked out of that door. Someone ran a red light because they were texting and hit his side of the car, hard. He died on impact.” You managed to finish, tears falling freely now.

“Y/N, I am so, so, so sorry.” He says, coming in front of you and wrapping you into his arms, bringing his hand up to caress your hair. “Yeh don’t deserve that. No one does.” He consoled.

Your body is shaking as if you’re sobbing now, and he isn’t sure what more he could do until you're tilting your head up and instead of a glum look on your face, there’s a smile.

He’s squinting his eyes at you now, he isn’t sure what is going on and he’s utterly lost.

“I’m here, crying in your kitchen when it’s our first time hanging out. And now there’s makeup on your shirt, which might take you awhile to get out.” You admit, giggling when you see his reaction.

“Are yeh on any drugs?” He wonders, pulling away slowly but keeping his hand on your head.

“Nope! Just emotional.” You tell him, giggling once more when a smile of his own creeps onto his face.

“I really am sorry yeh know.” He repeats once you’ve calmed down, taking a strand of hair and putting it behind your ear.

“Thanks, Harry.” You whispered. “Now,” You breathed out, causing Harry to remove his hand and go back to where he was seated across from you, “What about Noah?”

He let out a loud laugh. “Not that I like to admit to anyone,” he begins, “I was a bit of a flirt back in my college days. And it was 2 weeks before graduation when I found out that a girl I slept with was pregnant.” He shrugged.

“Where is she now? If you don’t mind me asking.” You wondered, tilting your head to the side as you wait for him to answer.

“She had Noah, and then decided that she wanted to give him up. But I already fell in love with him when he was born, so I offered to keep him. I was financially stable since he was born right as my business peaked, so I took him. She’s not part of our lives and we’re doing just great.” He explained, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yay for single parenting!” You cheer, taking a sip of your own drink.

You guys make more conversation, ranging from talking about your own businesses to helpful parenting tips. After about an hour, a silence fills the room.

“I definitely dressed to impress today.” You blurted out, breaking the silence. Harry let out a loud laugh and took a look at you. Your hair is slightly messy and your makeup is smudged from your crying.

“Yeh could’ve worn no makeup, with sweats and a messy pony and I would’ve thought yeh were the most beautiful one in the room.” He whispered, eyes boring into yours. “I don’t tell yeh these things to mess with your head, love.” He tells you, standing up to walk over to you again, and you squint your eyes at him in an accusing matter. “Okay, okay, maybe I do it sometimes,” he admitted, taking your hands and pulling you up so your standing with him.

“But I really do mean every word I say about yeh. I’ve been too scared to ask yeh out so I’ve been doing some small things.” He utters out, his hands on your waist and yours around his neck.

“You’re beautiful too you know, that smile of yours with your eyes. It’s a crime, really.” You revealed, toying with the hair at the back of his neck. Your heart is beating out of your chest, not used to the feeling of being this close with someone you were attracted to after so long. His eyes are glancing back and forth from your lips to your eyes, just like any romantic movie and you aren’t sure if you believe this is actually happening.

You look down at his lips and quickly glance to look at his eyes.

“Kiss me.” He barely whispers, before meeting your lips half way. Your lips just barely brush each other, teasing to see who’s going to give in first. Your smiling against each others lips and finally, finally his lips are on yours. You haven’t kissed anyone in so long that this is almost foreign to you.

The kiss soon gets heated, your tongue against his and before you know it he’s muttering a “jump” against your lips and lifting you off the ground for you to sit on the edge of the counter. Your legs wrap around his waist and now his crotch is against yours and because you’re wearing a dress, it’s just your panties and his pants that are in the way.

His left hand is still on your waist, whilst his right hand is trailing up your thigh as he’s giving himself space so his fingers could flatten as he reaches your wet panties.

He breaks the kiss and smirks when you whimper at the loss of his lips.

“How long ‘ave yeh been this wet? Hm?” He asks, putting more pressure on your clit through your underwear, and you can’t even form a reply because of how good you feel.

“Yeh want it?” He asks, you nodding and he just smirks again.

“Go ahead, grind against my fingers, love. Try t’get off.” He tells you, leaning forwards to catch your lips with his again.

You have no choice but to do as he says, so you grind your clothed pussy against his fingers, trying to get as much pressure as you can from his fingers.

You’re so lost in him that you forget where you are for a moment, coming back to reality when you hear the sound of small sets of footsteps coming your way. You’ve barely pulled away and pushed Harry off of you when Riley and Noah are entering the kitchen.

“It’s snowing!” They simultaneously announce.

“How awesome!” You exclaim, tiredly so as you’re trying to catch your breath. You glance over at Harry and he’s faced towards the sink, crotch hidden from the kids. Shortly, he turns back to you and looks past you.

“Oh wow. It’s like, really snowing out there.” He points to the window, and you notice that it is in fact, really snowing. The roads are covered, as is the grass, and both of your cars. You let out a groan, looking at Riley.

“Ri, we should start leaving lovebug.” You tell her, lowering yourself off of the counter.

“What? No way.” Harry refused. “Harry, the roads are getting bad, if I don’t leave now we won’t be home for hours.” You inform him, going to the coat rack where your coat is hanging as well as Riley’s.

“Why don’t yeh stay here? No way the kids are gonna have school, and I ‘ave an extra room for yeh both.” He offers, following you out into the hallway.“I don’t have any clothes,” You giggle, shaking your head as if to tell him no, “neither does Riley.” You finish your statement when Harry’s phone begins to ring. Looking at the caller, his answers it and motions that he’s going to go back to the kitchen to take the call.

“She could borrow mines!” Noah exclaimed, running up to you now. “I have loads and loads.”

“That means you could borrow his clothes.” Your daughter added, pointing to the kitchen where Harry is. “Pointing is rude, hun.” You scold her lightly. As much as you want to spend the night, you aren’t sure if that’s your best decision considering you and Harry’s heavy makeout from just a few moments ago.

“What about school tomorrow?” You remind them both.

“There isn’t any,” Harry states and comes back into the hallway. “The school jus’ called, snow is already coming down too heavy.” He shared, smirking slightly at you. You let out a breath and roll your eyes.

“Sleepover it is!” You declared, watching the kids cheer and hug. “Why don’t you guys go play some more and we’ll make dinner, hm?” You say, and they’re on their way back to the playroom. You put your coat back on the rack and when you turn around, Harry is already there and pushing you against the door, kissing down your neck.

“We need to make some ground rules.” You moan out quietly, eyes shutting in pleasure.

“‘M listening.” He speaks against your neck, kissing all over and sucking slightly. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to cause you to lose your train of thought. When he notices you still haven’t talked, he pulls away.

Your eyes snap open, cheeks reddening when you see Harry smirking at you. One of his hands that were on your waist is now propped against the wall, leaving you trapped.

“Rules?” He questions, and you duck under his arm and start walking into the kitchen. “Yes, rules.” You tell him.

“No kissing in front of the kids.” You said, opening his fridge.

“Tha’s an obvious one.” He agrees, smiling at you.

“I will be sleeping in the guestroom tonight,” you begin, glancing at him to see him walking towards you, “unless you give me a reason not to.” You tell him.

“Huh?” He asks, helping you wash the vegetables you’ve brought out.

“Play your cards right and I’ll be in your bed tonight.” You murmur, bumping your hips with his and his movements come to a halt.

“For-for jus’ sleeping?” He stammers.

“Depends on how you play your cards,” you shrug, a small grin forming on your face, “Let’s focus on that later, we have dinner to make.”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Harry is in pure bliss. After having his small crush on you for a month or so, it feels good to know that you guys are somewhat on the same page. He isn’t proud to say that he’s been talking with Liam to win you over, but he is proud to say that it’s worked.

It started a couple months ago when he was looking for a new school for Noah, asking anyone he knew about the schools around his area and the work area.

Funnily enough, his assistant was his best mate. But, he is also best mates with your assistant.

“Liam says that Y/N loves the school that her daughter is at,” Niall said to him. “He said that she says that they’re all very kind, the education is great, and it’s close enough to her work and home that she doesn’t feel like she has to rush all the time.”

“Wait, yeh mean my rival, Y/N?” Harry questioned him, looking up the school that Niall suggested during his lunch break.

“Don’t say it like that, mate.” Niall defended, “When have you ever had a conversation with her that was anything less than nice? She looks tough, but she is just as soft as you are and-”

“Oi!” Harry interrupted, “I’m not soft.” He muttered.

“Sure you’re not.” Niall stifled a laugh, “Anyways, she sees you as competition, but not as someone that she constantly has to beat.” He said, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

Harry just shrugged, it shouldn’t matter what she thought, anyway. But after researching the school in more depth, Harry could agree that this school would be a perfect fit for Noah.

“I think ‘m gonna have to buy her flowers,” Harry tells Niall, “yeh know, as a ‘thank you’ or summat.”

He did, the very next day in fact, send her a big bouquet of her favorite flowers and a small, “thank you,” note attached that he didn’t sign to leave her wondering.

“She loved the flowers, by the way.” Niall added after telling Harry his plan for the day a couple days after. “Gushed to Liam about how nice they looked.”

“Tha’s good then.” Harry murmured, leaning back in his chair and bringing his hand up to toy with his bottom lip.

“Why didn’t you sign your name?” Niall wondered, shutting the door before going to stand in front of his boss’ desk. “Didn’t need to.” Harry shrugged back, and that ended the conversation.

He decided to wait until Noah finished his winter break to start at his new school. It gave him time to settle before starting somewhere new.

“What if I don’t make any friends?” Noah whispered as Harry was tucking him into bed the night before his first day.

“What if you do?” Harry retorted back. “What if yeh make so many friends that everyone wants to share their toys with yeh?”

“That would be a lot of friends,” Noah commented, “and toys.” He added causing Harry to laugh.

“What do I always tell yeh?” Harry asks.

“To always share, and to be kind to everyone no matter what.” Noah repeats the phrase he’s been told so many times before.

“Tha’s right. Sharing and being kind will help yeh get friends. Don’t worry, Daddy will be here if yeh ever need help, okay?” He reassures the small boy, watching him nod and close his eyes.

“Alright, goodnight. I love you.” Harry says, switching the light off and the nightlight turns off so it’s not too dark.

“Love you, Daddy.” Noah sleepily replies.

After the first day, Noah didn’t make any friends, which was as expected. But he loved his teacher, so that was good enough for Harry. The week Noah started school is Harry’s busiest week yet, a number of meetings that he has to attend, paperwork to finish, and phone calls to be made. So when Noah finally makes a friend at school, he wasn’t really listening. He was hearing what his son was saying, but he wasn’t absorbing all of the information due to how busy he was.

“Her name was Riley and I asked her to play with my blocks at school because she was alone and she said yes so we played during our whole playtime together!”

“That’s great, Noah!” Harry responded, “Sounds like you had a good day.” He says what any parent would.

“Can I invite her for a playdate soon? Please?” Noah begs his father.

“Yeah buddy, no problem. I have to do some work right now, can I play with yeh when I’m done?” Harry bargains with him. Noah just nods, running to his playroom while Harry begins working on some paperwork.

It’s later now, finally relaxing after working and getting his son fed and ready for bed. He’s watching TV when Niall is calling him.

“Niall, you know my rules.” He groans through the phone.

“I know, I know, don’t call after 10. But I forgot to tell you that you have an interview tomorrow with your favorite CEO at 1.” Niall teases, but Harry doesn’t think it’s funny.

“Wait, that doesn’t work. I ‘ave to pick Noah up at school by 2:15.” He tells Niall.

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?” Niall scoffed.

“You’re my assistant!” Harry whisper screamed so he doesn’t wake up his sleeping child, “You’re supposed to now call Liam and tell him that it doesn’t work for me.” He demanded.

“Hm,” Niall pretended to think, “I don’t like your attitude. I’m going to leave it to you to call Y/N and make the arrangements.” He declared, causing Harry to groan again.

“I hate you.” He responded, head thrown back with his phone lazily gripped in his hand.

“But I love you, Harry! Which is why you’re going to be the one calling her. I’ll see you tomorrow mate, have fun!” Niall says, not giving Harry time to respond before he’s hanging up.

Harry lets out a sigh, shaking it off before he calls you, heart pounding as he’s waiting for you to pick up.

“Hello?” You pick up.

“Ah, isn’t it my favorite lady.” He responds, nerves fading away once he heard your voice.

“You’re the one who called me, Harry.” You tell him, and he could hear your confusion and annoyance through the phone.

He didn’t answer for a little, trying to figure out how to reply.

“I know,” he manages to get out, “just wanted to make yeh blush a bit for me, love.” He tried to tease, not used to being so nervous about talking to someone.

“How do you know I’m blushing if you can’t-”

“Anyways!” He interrupted you, pinching a small part of his thigh to try and get rid of how flustered he is, “My assistant notified me that you and I have an interview to be at tomorrow?”

“What about it? I’m doing paperwork right now.” You tell him and he could hear the movement of paper through the phone.

“Well Ms. Cranky,” he began, a small smile on his face, “I have somewhere to be at around 2:15, and the interview starts at 1. So I was wondering-”

“Wait, what?” He hears the ruffling of papers stop, “It’s supposed to be starting at 11, I have somewhere to be at 2:15 as well.” You groaned, and he relates to how he felt just a couple minutes prior when he was on the phone with Niall.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan again, but the way you said it made it sound like a moan and Harry has to pretend it didn’t make him chub up in his pants at the mere thought of you under him moaning those two words over and over again.

He’s brought out from his thoughts when he hears you talking again.“Is, ‘Mr. Styles and I will be there at 11, please be ready or we will leave.’ sound too harsh?”

“Nah, I think it’s good.” He lies, chuckling a little to reassure you. It was definitely a bit too harsh, but why would he disagree?

“Good, because I sent it already.” You giggle, and Harry wants to hear you giggle for the rest of his life. “Harry, it’s been a pleasure, but it’s getting late. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah. Curl your hair for me? Love it when yeh curl it.” He boldly states, and he’s wondering where he got the bravery to say all of that.

“Goodnight, Mr. Styles.” You murmur, causing him to laugh as he hears the little embarrassment laced in your voice.

“Goodnight, love.” And as soon as he was done staring at the black screen of his phone, he’s texting Niall to find out what your breakfast preferences are.

Which leaves him with today, the interview waiting for the both of you. Getting dressed in one of his best suits, definitely overdressing for the occasion to impress you a little. He admits, his hair could’ve been styled better but after rushing to get Noah dressed, he didn’t have the time.

He heard Niall before he even saw him. “Wow, look at Mr. Handsome over here!” He hollered when he entered Harry’s office, to which Harry just rolled his eyes in response.

“I don’t get it. You don’t know anything about her and yet you want to date her.” Niall addresses, causing Harry to roll his eyes /again/ and shrug his shoulders.

“I never said I wanted to date her.” He corrected the blonde haired man, “But I do want to get to know her, and since I’m picking her up, I have to make a good first impression as someone who isn’t just a businessman.”

“You didn’t need your fanciest suit.” Niall pointed out.

“It’s not!” Harry grumbled, “It’s like, my fourth nicest suit.”

Niall let out a boisterous laugh at that, shaking his head as Harry basically proved Niall to be right.

“Whatever you say, Haz. Good luck today, you should be leaving soon if you want to make good time on breakfast.” Harry checked his watch, he knew you had a meeting thanks to Liam, so he did the math and figured that if he left in about 5 minutes, he would make it to your office in 10 minutes, giving you time to break away from the meeting so you aren’t rushed.

He had just walked into your building right when you walked out of your office, smirking as he sees that you did indeed curl your hair for him. But it was more than just your curls that got rid of his smirk and made his heart race a little bit.

It was the navy blue dress that you were wearing, low cut but not too low where it’s revealing too much. It’s not cut too short, falling short a little bit before your knees and the nude heels you were wearing matched perfectly with the nude colored purse you were wearing on your shoulder.

He didn’t even have to see your face to know you looked beautiful.

This is all new to Harry. He’s been in a relationship before, once. When it ended his sophomore year of college, he stopped looking for something real, settling on just fun instead. His heart racing and palms sweating isn’t something he has felt since his son was born, and it worries him how fast he feels his feelings grow.

He makes eye contact with you, you break it first when you stop at your secretary and he internally groans when he sees the woman that was next to you coming towards him instead of the door.

“Hi, I’m Claire Mendes.” She introduces herself, and Harry just decides to be his charming self. Why spend time being mean when you could spend that time being nice instead?

He’s talking to Claire but his eyes keep drifting to you talking to your secretary. He looks away just as you turn around. It was perfect timing, really, because that’s when Ms. Mendes decides to give Harry her card.

“Here’s my card, but definitely call me for more than just business.” Harry tries to hide his grimace, luckily for him, you laugh at her bad attempt at flirting, making him smirk lightly.

“We actually ‘ave somewhere to be. Talk soon, yeah?” He says, putting a hand on her shoulder before taking the few steps it takes to get to you.

“Yeh ready?” He asks, noticing your makeup and his heart picks up again.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

He can’t stand the silence anymore, breaking it with a teasing compliment about your hair.

“I’ve been told it looks good when it’s curled.” You tell him, and he could feel your eyes on him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He teases you again, causing you to shrug and to do just that.

He likes how easy it is with you. He could joke with you and you will give it right back. He likes when people have similar personalities with his so he doesn’t have to try to hard.

He likes you, he decides, for more than just what you look like as you guys are joking with each other.

It’s when he brings up the cafe that gets him nervous all over again, not knowing if you were going to reject his idea even though he knows you love coffee.

“Yes, please. I think coffee has been calling my name all morning.” And he holds back his smile.

He knows exactly what you like in your coffee, again, thanks to Liam, but he decides to ask anyways because he doesn’t want you to know that he knows this already.

Once he hears that you said normal coffee is fine, he leaves, knowing you were ready to give him money. He orders his tea and your coffee, as well as some pastries for you guys to eat.

He’s never been to this place a day in his life, which is why he’s a little embarrassed when he locks eyes with you as he’s looking at the decorations. He sheepishly smiles at you, but his name is called and then he’s making his way towards you with coffee in his hands as well as the pastries.

Small talk is made about the coffee and the cafe as you guys take small sips each, and he's impressed with his tea that he almost takes bigger gulps before remembering how hot the tea is.

“I can’t believe the Harry Styles is sharing his secret cafe with me!” You joke, and he rolls his eyes which causes you to laugh, and he just wants to make you laugh all the time. “Yeh know, I didn’t have to take you here.” He mutters, frowning for only a moment before a grin takes over.

“No, seriously. It means a lot to me, Riley was all over the place this morning and I didn’t have time to eat for myself.” You tell him while shrugging.

“If yeh weren’t so busy curling your hair for me yeh would’ve had plenty of time.” He jokes, smirking when he watches you bring the cup closer to your face.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” You mumbled, taking a sip of your drink.

“I’m kidding. You look beautiful, Y/N.” He promised you. “Wait, Riley, where ‘ave I heard that name before?” He talks to himself, eyebrows furrowed as he’s trying to think of where he’s heard the name Riley.

He’s not thinking for too long before you’re rising in a rush to leave so you aren’t late, where he reassures you that it’s just down the street and that you’ll be there early.

He was right, and he grins when he sees that everyone is waiting for the arrival of you both.

After watching you and Jason meet, he decides he doesn’t like Jason very much, and he made that clear to Jason when he was shaking his hand.

Maybe the grip of his hand is the reason that Jason assumed that you guys were an item, but he liked to think that it was just because Jason is nosy and not a good interviewer, so he lets you rant and stalk off. Harry lets a couple of moments pass by before he follows you out.

As you guys are talking about how terrible that Jason guy was, he starts thinking about what you said and it bothers him.

So he decides to ask exactly what you meant. “What’d yeh mean back at the interview when yeh said ‘if even that’ to us bein’ friends?” He blurted out,

“What?” You question confusedly.

“When he asked if we were datin’ and yeh said, ‘we’re friends, if even that.’ So I jus’ wanted to know what tha’ meant.” He says boldly, putting the car in park as he parks in front of your building.

“Harry, it’s not that we aren’t friends, but we also aren’t friends. We’re acquaintances.” You hesitantly reply, and he wishes he wasn’t so sensitive when he realizes how hurt he is by that statement.

“I don’t jus’ call my acquaintances beautiful, Y/N, I thought yeh were smarter than that.” He says.

“Harry, we’ve talked on and off for a few years now, all business related. It’s never gotten any further.”

“It’s obviously gotten far enough if yeh curled your hair for me. No one ever does it if someone they barely talk to tells ‘em to do it.” He objected, running his fingers through his hair in annoyance. He glances at the time on his watch just as you check your phone.

“Listen, I have somewhere to be. You have my number, can we continue this later?” You questioned him, unbuckling your seat belt to start getting out.

“We’ll see.” He mutters out, and now he really wishes he wasn’t so sensitive.

He gets to the school shortly after, hugging his son as soon as he enters the room.

“Daddy! This is my new friend that I was telling you about.” Noah motions to a girl sitting at a table right next to his.

“Yeah, Ri! Once your mum gets here, we could ask her for a playdate!” And the small girl cheers.

The girl is soon running to the door and Harry is about to stop her but then he sees that she’s running into your arms and he can’t even believe this happened to him. He meets your eyes and just smirks, before the realization hits him.

“Riley!” He says, and everything comes full circle now that he could put a face on who Riley is.

He’s shocked when you suggest the playdate to be today, but he’s grateful nevertheless, and he can’t help but wonder where your guys’ conversation is gonna go since you guys left on such an angry term, but he’s still excited.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

After you guys talk, he could easily see himself falling for you. He can’t help but get closer when to you when you admit that you did indeed dressup for him.

He isn’t sure what game he’s playing at. He should just lean in for the kiss, for crying aloud! Yet, he likes the lead-up before the kiss. Wants to see the other person practically forcing their lips on his.

But when it comes to you, he has no patience.

“Kiss me.” He whispers and meets you halfway. His lips are finally on yours and there is nowhere else he wants to be right now. To his surprise, you’re the one who adds the tongue, and he has no problem with it. In fact, he encourages it by telling you to jump so he could place you on the edge of the kitchen counter.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist and he could feel the heat of your pussy through his pants.

He likes to say that he held himself back, truly, he tried for like, 2 seconds, to not touch you.

But now that he’s had a taste, he doesn’t want to stop. He can’t help that his fingers have a mind of his own and that when he feels how wet you are he truly forgets that you are in his kitchen and not in the privacy of his bedroom.

So he isn’t shocked when the grinding of your pussy on his fingers stop and you’re pushing him away because the kids enter.

He faces the sink as you’re talking to the kids, and he can’t help but feel proud of how breathless he hears you are. He thinks of anything he could to get rid of his hard-on, and it’s the thought of his granny wearing lingerie that does it to him.

“Oh wow. It’s like, really snowing out there.” He points, and it’s already in his brain that you need to stay because there’s no way it’s safe to drive when snow is coming down that hard.

Again, Harry is grateful about the way things went today, considers himself lucky, even, because things like this never happen to him.

But he feels the energy drift when the kids are eating dinner with the two of you. As much as he would like to believe, he knows it’s not just because the kids are in the same room as the both of you.

He knows it’s because of you being scared of what will happen to Noah and Riley if you guys continue whatever it is that’s going on.

And as much as he hates to admit it, that has crossed his mind as well, and he’s just scared as you.

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diaryformytravels · 4 years

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Entry #1: Venturing to Helsinki

On December 26th, we boarded our first flight (Perth to London) at around 7pm. After some tearful goodbyes and not really wanting to leave, it was hard to sit around and wait. However, I was jaunted out of this state when I saw one of the cabin crew side-on, as he looked EXACTLY like Dad when he was younger. Anyway, we eventually boarded the flight and were luckily positioned with a spare seat next to us. As we took off, we waved to the foreshore and witnessed a gorgeous sunset. An announcement was made, “blah blah time difference, blah blah meals...” but then, they said something that we found quite entertaining, “if you’d prefer to speak with crew in Spanish, let us know as we have a crew member who can facilitate this request.” WTF. Why Spanish on a flight from Perth to London?

The flight itself was quite pleasant, we watched Spiderman: Far From Home and Beauty and the Beast when we were served our dinner of Shepherds Pie (which made me homesick before we even left the Australian airspace). Jasper so generously offered me the middle seat to lay across and he scooted over to the window. It felt like I never went to sleep and just moved every so often, but when I checked the time I realised I was sleeping for hours at a time. To avoid the noisiness of the engines, I listened to the rain app I use every night going to sleep (to block out someone’s snoring!) which calmed me down a bit. We both woke up 10 hours later before breakfast was served, which we opted out from, and I elected to eat Mars Pods for brekky instead of the gross frittata. Jasper proceeded to play Nintendo and I watched Bridget Jones’s Diary - I did NOT like seeing Hugh Grant as a baddie.

The changeover was pretty smooth apart from struggling a little to find where to re-enter the airport.London to Helsinki was not as much of a pleasant flight. We were seated in the only row without aircon vents and there were no screens in the back of the chairs. Furthermore, first class consisted of the exact same seats as economy, but with one chair left in the middle. During boarding after we had already sat down, a man bent down next to me, picked up a child’s toy (one with an animal head on a blanket), looked at me and said “Is this yours?” Sir, take a look at the other option of who this could belong to, aka the three year old child in front of me. Does it look like it belongs to me? Keep walking, bucko. We watched The Hitman’s Bodyguard on Jasper’s iPad, and that took up almost all of the flight. So far, I have nearly finished one packet of Mentos.

It took about 5 hours (1 hour) to get through immigration and to get our bags, because there were only 2 people on the desks at immigration. It didn't help that they were asking stupid questions and wasting time. For example, some stupid stuff he asked us was “what's the address of where you’re staying? where are you sleeping? can I see your tickets to London?”. Finally, we got to the baggage claim where we stood next to this crazy woman who was singing to herself. We then went through to arrivals, greeted by Michelle jokingly (I think) complaining that her coffee had gone cold and a hug from Max. We then walked to where Mikko had illegally parked the car they’re borrowing from his family, which is more like a mini bus. We then were lucky enough to receive a very-awkward hug from him as well.

On the drive to the hotel, they complained about the way Siri was taking them, which begs me to ask the question: if they know the way, why do they need directions? After arriving and unloading the car, Mikko told Max and me to call the elevator for floor 9. This must've gotten lost in translation, because there are only 6 floors. After a bit, we all deduced it was apartment 9, not floor 9. We unpacked, figured out Max had stolen Jasper’s beanie last time they saw each other, got changed and went for a walk to find somewhere to eat. Mum, I understand why you hate living in the cold. Putting on all the layers and sweating before even leaving the house, my face freezing off and not being able to do anything about it, putting on gloves and forgetting to do the coat buttons up first... the worst. European winter has lost its charm. We did see some nice Christmas lights on the way to dinner though!

(The ones in the second photo look like penises)

We went to this under-average Italian restaurant where Max insisted on ordering the adult menu burger but taking out almost all the ingredients, rather than ordering the kids burger which had what he wanted. When the food came, the poor waitress delivered a burger with mayonnaise. As she walked away unwittingly, Mikko tried to get her attention by clicking and raising his voice. Oh, the embarrassment. Interesting observation: Michelle still goes to the bathroom with Max. The dinner made me even more homesick, which was mistaken as exhaustion. The forced conversation, long silences, inappropriate treating of staff and sheer vibe made me realise how much I take for granted with you guys, e.g. not having to pre-plan conversation starters.

On the walk home, we got hot chocolates, saw some Christmas shop windows, Michelle bought some makeup, and Max complained about wanting to go ice-skating. We stopped off for some snacks (cherry tomatoes, mini Oreos, grapes and apples for me) and then battled the wind to get back to the apartment.

The place we’re staying is quite nice, the same building we stayed in this time last year. However, this time around there's no sauna in the room (lift your game, Finland).

We had showers, said an early goodnight to the family, and are now laying in bed. Jasper’s about to pass out from exhaustion.

Miss you lots,

M xoxo

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delicrieux · 5 years

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pairing: kane x f!mc

fandom: playchoices, the elementalists

summary: after the confrontational and scandalous tea party, (name) finds herself in a wonderland-esque place when her life had just started becoming boring again.

warnings: uh... age gap i guess??

words: 3k (i snapped)

author’s note: jfc this took so long. hours of work. and a few different versions (one was set in a labyrinth but i decided to go with this instead). hope you like it! tagged all the people that wanted. you can view this as kane totally manipulating the mc ..he probably is tbh. anyway, this will suffice till TE is back in a few weeks. i regret nothing for stanning my eccentric mustache man.

tags: @tilliesmarshall - @somegdchoices - @lastfirstcupcake - @peach-space - @magicpijama

feedback is always appreciated xoxo

masterlist | buy me coffee☕

It had been a terrible week full to the brim with nothing but stress and worry. To make it all seemingly worse, none of her friends bore their gentleness with her, and their jubilant smiles, daydream gazes, bell like laughter was washed away by autumn rain. There must be something in the water, they all mutely concluded one cloudy morning during breakfast, with their lips sealed and eyes sunken into fresh cups of coffee. Yet it is as if they all shared a telepathic line, acutely aware of what their seatmate was thinking: Why is no one talking?

In silence they had all decided that this is simply one of those weeks where nothing goes right, and the only salvation is solitude. Even the ever social Shreya seemed to count her words, rejoicing once she had reached their limit. And Aster, ever the tender soul, wore less blooming flowers as days slipped into nights, appearing a bit haunted and even ill. (Name), too, was hardly any better. She is the Sun, the brightest star in the sky, but her light had reduced into nothing but a pale, sickly glow. There must be something in the air, they had mussed wide awake at midnight, listening to the wind howling outside their bedrooms. Nevertheless hope poked and prodded their heads with an impatient thought: Surely this will all blow over and chaos shall resume as it has, never to be disturbed again…right?

It is late again; the evening is inky, full of stars. (Name) sits beside her writing desk with her head in her hands, feeling herself slip into madness once the words in her textbook swim again. She swallows a fit of frustration that wanted to escape with a curse. This will not do. It would appear that being detached from Pend Pals would grant more time to focus on studies, though it has been the last thing on her mind and now she has an exam the next day and she knows absolutely nothing. There is a secret within her heart; a secret that no one knows and cannot know, because she realises just how silly it is. She feels as if the walls are closing in on her; that this room is too small, too crowded, though she is, and has been for most of the week, completely alone.

A knock on the door makes her jolt, and raspy she squeaks, “Come in!” though she fills with dread at the mere prospect of talking to anyone. The visitor waits for no other confirmation and the door opens to reveal her twin, displeased as she always is, glaring down at her.

“What’s wrong with you?”

She blinks, taken aback by the hostile question “My… I’m just…not feeling that well.” She explains clumsily, “Is there something you need? Because I really have to study.”

“Sure you do. Mind telling the truth now?”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. I know you. Everyone’s been acting weird. You especially. You’re not as…” She gazes her up and down, searching for the right word, “-dramatic as you used to be.”

“It’s just stress.”

“If it was just stress then you’d be crying that you are literally dying.” Atlas crosses her arms over her chest, her displeasure momentarily melting into concern before she fixes her stern façade again,” So…talk to me. Or whatever. I can’t let you be out of it when Kane’s on the loose. Even if you pulled the stupidest move imaginable and tried to stop Alma from killing him.”

Irritation seizes her breath and she grits her teeth, “Yeah so I got a little heated, sorry for wanting to settle things peacefully. He’s literally the only one that gave me any sort of answers. And –just-ugh! What is with you and constantly being on your guard? Fighting? Can’t I just be a normal student and worry about normal things? Like exams?”

“Normal was thrown out the window when our mother—“

“You know, for someone who hates her so much, you sure don’t shut up about her.”

Atlas pales, speechless. Before she can fire back, (Name) adds, “Just leave me alone. Try to focus on your studies. Because the only danger we’ll be facing soon is Harrington’s stupidly difficult questions.” She turns back to the book, “Goodnight, Atlas.”

Of course Atlas would notice the change – she had always considered herself an outsider, even now, but being rejected by her sister is too much, and the hurt in her eyes betrays it. (Name) can’t see it, the glister of angry tears, but she can feel it; can feel Atlas’ magick pulse about her, unruly. The door shuts and silence falls over her bedroom, as if Atlas was never here in the first place. (Name) sighs. Perhaps she should not have said that. She does not know what came over her. This is all simply too much.

The witching hour has long passed and (Name) haunts the hallways of Penderghast. Strange illusions play on the walls; the air is cool, fresh, much better than the stuffy, perfumed atmosphere of the dorms. Here she feels a bit better. She wonders if there are any professors roaming about this late, and if there are, will she be in trouble if they catch her. There is a sharp ring in her ear that distracts her, one she had tried again and again to get rid of by shutting her eyes, hitting her head, though all it did is worsen the ache and vertigo nearly took her.

A playful gust of wind brushes the back of her neck and she shivers, eyes lighting up from the all too familiar magick. Kane. Her hearts leaps in her chest, though is it from fright or excitement or both she has no clue. At the very end of the hallway she notes an open door, the only open door, from which moonlight spills onto the floor. She moves as if enchanted, enraptured by curiosity, suddenly eager to speak, to run, to rejoice, when just this morning she had barely gotten out of bed.

She enters the Hall of Mirrors and her reflection meets her in a thousand ornate forms. His magick lingers here as if a personal invitation. She finds its source easily, and turns to her side with a grin. It almost feels odd to smile after frowning for the whole week. The tall mirror’s surface ripples as if water. No signs of danger, or perhaps she misses all of them, or she does sense it and embraces it, because she feels the same exuberant energy she always does return to her, as if she’s soaking it all in like a sponge. With a spring in her step she jumps through the mirror, not caring if she is to be eaten by sharks a moment later.

The mirror turns solid behind her, and, slowly, the door to the Hall of Mirrors shuts with a ghastly creak.

She feels a rush of verve pass through her, nearly taking her breath with it. The world is a distortion that clears into a detailed, vibrant scene. The forest oozes in dazing scents; The sky is candy, luminous - shy pinks, spry lemons, calm blues – held by trees so tall she cannot see their tops; flowers, some as big as she is, some as small as the ant crawling on her shoelace, grow and radiate in gentle rainbow colours; birds chirp their melodic songs. It is warm here, humid, as if in a magickal rainforest.

There is no paved path, and with her magick she swiftly parts bushes and flowers alike into a makeshift archway. What is this place? She wonders, taking in the scenery with every step, Am I really somewhere or…in an illusion? A white rabbit darts across her path and startled she jumps. She senses him before she sees him, and with her heart in her throat she cautiously waves her hand and the trees bend into a walkway, revealing a pocket of large, closed space, littered with ruins of old buildings and chest pieces that the forest had claimed as their own ages ago.

“Apologies, my dear (Name).” The wind carries his voice to her in a velvety whisper, “I would have come to greet you sooner, but I was not sure if it was you.” Kane tips his hat in curtsy, a smile stretching on his lips as he eyes her curiously, “I am, however, absolutely delighted to see you again.” In a grand gesture he motions to the area, “Well? Do you like it? I was thinking of all sorts of places to show you after our little tea party. I’m hoping no…distractions this time, however.”

“It’s definitely beautiful,” She agrees. He is visibly delighted, “And…no distractions. I came alone.”

“Wonderful. You were the only one invited.”

There is just something about him that is deliberately strange. He has a child-like exuberance about him, which can become extremely chaotic if not contained. But she hardly minds chaos. In fact, after their last encounter, she grew to enjoy it. Who cares if this is an illusion? What does it matter if the sky falls on her head? Who is to say this is not just a dream? Why spoil the fun with all this thinking, Atlas is the thinker, she is the doer. Two sisters can’t be too much alike – that would be unbelievably dull.

The same tender smile does not leave his face, and with one last longing look, he spins on his heel, his first somewhat contained excitement now spurring into arrogance, “Join me!” He exclaims, jutting his elbow for her to take, not once worrying she might not.

(Name) glides to him as if enchanted, wrapping her arm around his. Hints of his cologne hit her nose with a dreamful inhale; the fabric of his jacket is silky and smooth. They fall into step, she too distracted by his closeness to realise how her magick reacts to his: it dances, sways, traces behind them like a cape.

“I was anxious you might have gotten into trouble for defending me.” He says, catching her gaze, “Though I am incredibly grateful.”

She gulps, tries to think about her answer, yet his eyes – what a peculiar colour – are much too beguiling, “Well…There were…No fights, per se.” She hums, quickly glancing away, “We just all…stopped talking.”

“That is quite unfortunate. Though, it is as I told you, (Name). I will be your friend even when no one else will.”

His words bring calmness and a sense of security, however odd that might be, and she smiles to herself, hoping he would not notice. But he does. “Don’t suppose you want to dance with Wood Nymphs? Smoke cigars with the Caterpillar? Cause a massive storm?”

“Wood Nymphs? Cater—You want to destroy this place?

“I’m simply suggesting activities, my dear (Name). I want you to enjoy yourself. I want you to be happy.”

They lock eyes for a long moment, and her heart begins to beat just a little faster.

“But I am.” She admits in a whisper, feeling rose bloom on her cheeks, “I…haven’t had this much fun since…forever.”

“And you have no idea how long is forever if you have no one to share it with.”

There is a pause before she speaks, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What do you truly want, Kane?” He perks at the mention of his name, quirks his lips upwards.

“The same thing you want. I want to have fun. Your friends and…colleagues pin me for the evil type. I admit I have some…questionable motives at times, but I only have one objective. To have fun. And where is more fun than on Earth? Illusions lose their charm when there is no one to look at them. And this world can become quite lonesome after some time.”

And the activities commenced, all minus the storm. They had first stumbled upon Wood Nymphs, twirling in circles, donned in silk and cashmere robes. One lounged on a branch high up, playing the golden harp. The melody echoed along with the chirp of birds. The dancing Nymphs soon rushed to them, pulling (Name) out of his grasp with giggles and sweet whispers. She looked at Kane as if to ask if it was alright to join them. He merely winked. A grin broke out on her face as she let the women spin her as she joined their strange dance. But as she glided, stumbled, and watched, trying to catch onto the next move, she kept stealing glances at him, finding him greatly amused at her expense, and his magick playing with the saplings which jittered happily.

Everything was unexplainably loud: the joyful tune, the rustling of leafs, the breaths of Nymphs and their sing-song laughter, the faraway sound of dipping water… And the heat was finally getting to her, and once she spun her foot got caught on a root and she tumbled forward, straight into his chest. He did not even budge, simply caught her with ease.

“Careful now.” He warned, regaled, his lips quirking into a devil-like smile, “How am I to take you dancing if you keep falling over?”

Shakily she apologised, not failing to notice his hands resting on the sides of her waist. But before she could even form a coherent sentence, the Nymphs had stolen her back from him once again, and this time he let her go with laughter. Blushed and flustered, she tried to avoid looking back at him, though the idea was tempting.

When they escaped the Nymphs, they trotted along, and (Name) made sure to show off her crown of flowers the women had placed on her head. They moved with no direction in mind, this forest a labyrinth of secrets. But just as she figured they had taken a wrong path to nowhere, they found a glass garden, big and mossy, yet through the glass she saw butterflies sleeping in flowerbeds. They entered and it was even hotter here, crowded. The pollen emitted peculiar scents: from strawberries, to chocolate, to something pleasant but light-headed. She coughed when she breathed it all in. Suddenly, everything was funny.

And yes, perhaps there was a small storm once they stumbled upon a body of water – oh dear, when had he lost his hat? – and perhaps she was too giddy to control her power, and the leaves which she magickally moulded into makeshift boats shattered along with half of the pond.

But the sky was still candy, still luminous. She isn’t sure if it was before or after the water incident that she realised this place is forever. Her life back at Penderghast felt like a millennia ago, dull, and grey, and full of responsibilities, but here she was free to do as she pleases. There is so much to explore that she knows even if she inspected every inch of this forest that she still would miss something. The possibilities here are endless, and summer here, too.

Before she knew she was back at the begging, at the old mirror which’s surface rippled once more. And fear abruptly struck her and she took a cautious step back, letting go if his hand that she, unknowingly, was holding.

“You don’t want to go back?” He questions, brows raised, pretending to be surprised by her reluctance. She shakes her head.

“I don’t want to leave you.” She admits before she can stop herself, and she feels so stupid for her outburst. He grins, all too pleased, yet the look in his eyes is tender. His hand lands on her cheek, his fingers rough against her sensitive skin.

“The first time I saw your face, I knew it.” She leans into his touch, “I knew there is something undeniably special about you. I am…glad you feel the same.”

“I knew it too.” She whispers, “I just…there were…People trying to convince me otherwise.”

“Do they still matter?”

“No.”

“Good. I do not enjoy sharing.”

And it is finally so painfully clear. The secret that had been heavy in her chest burst free and blooms into awe and love. Love? Fascination, adoration, one may choose which ever word one may, but there is no denying the obvious. This feeling is greater than her, greater than him, and the whole world, every accident, every smile, every painful memory was meant to lead her to this moment. Her eyes gleam with fondness and he knows exactly what she is thinking, because he is thinking it, too. All it takes is one gentle pull and his lips connect with her in a delicious, forbidden kiss that leaves her breathless.

It is over much too soon, and when they part their fingers intertwine.

“Write to me?” She asks.

“I am not sure that would be wise.”

She smirks, “Wise? Who cares about wise? Where’s the fun in wise?”

“Ah, a woman after my own heart.”

“Don’t I already have it?”

“And here I thought you had a shy disposition. I’m proven wrong. It is you who is bad for me, not vice versa.”

She takes a few steps towards the mirror, “You sure you don’t want to come with me?”

“Oh, I do. But I can’t.”

“Because of Alma?”

“And the rest of the faculty, yes.”

“Then I’ll make sure to raise a bit of chaos for you.”

He lands a kiss on her knuckles and finally lets go, watching with a pleased smile as she winks and jumps through the mirror. The world is a delirious contortion once again before all falls into the stale image of the Hall of Mirrors. The rising sun is peaking over the horizon, its rays slowly dissolving the crown on her head, which evaporates into gold and orange smoke. She is shivering from the nights events.

Yet she can’t help herself from smiling. Wide awake she wanders back to the dorms, entering the shared lounge and finding Shreya, sleepy, her hair a mess, stopping by her bedroom door to glance at her, “Morning?” Shreya says, voice hoarse from sleep.

(Name) beams, “Mornin!”

“You’re…up early?”

(Name) hums, “Yeah, I’ve been walking around campus trying to clear my head. Anyway, better catch up on some zs. See you at breakfast?”

Shreya only nods, stumbling into her bedroom and shutting the door behind her. (Name) wonders will the table be silent again. With her so…energetic, that is hardly an option. She will talk everyone’s ears off.

And no one will suspect a thing.

thank you for reading! ❤

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squilliamnylander · 6 years

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all the small things | auston matthews

Note: I wrote a thing and here it is?? I’m kinda nervous to post this so any and all feedback is appreciated - whether it’s positive or constructive criticism.

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: some nsfw y’all, but not a lot

“Bub, have you seen my game-day hoodie? I thought I left it in the bathroom but It’s not there.” Auston calls from your shared bedroom, voice growing clearer as he makes his way down the stairs. He thumps down each step, slow and deliberate and you know he’s just woken up from his nap. You set down your copy of Jane Eyre as a sleepy Auston stumbles into the living room, clad in grey sweats and an old ZSC Lions tee shirt. The shirt was well-worn - the colours are faded and there's a small hole near his naval. As he approaches the couch, you sit up from your cave of blankets to kiss the patch of skin showing through, and he offers you a small smile.

“It smelled a little gross so I washed it,” you reply, “Sorry, shoulda told you. In the laundry room, I think it’s near the bottom of the bin.”

He looks down at you, still smiling over your small show of affection, and crinkles his nose.

“Buuuub,” he draws out his nickname for you so it sounds almost like a whine, “I told you not to do my laundry. You’re not a housewife,” and he winks at you, “yet…”

You roll your eyes, but a giggle escapes and you take his hand in yours.

He continues: “Seriously, we have staff for this. Thank you, I appreciate you, but I don’t want you to feel like you need to take care of me.”

You tug on his hand and he gets the memo, sliding onto the couch, far enough away so as not to disturb your elaborate blanket set-up, your book still lying propped open on your lap.

“You’ve been tired and stressed Aus - more tired than usual. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. Your bin was overflowing, so I thought I’d help. It’s really nothing, I don’t mind.” You reach up and run your fingers through the mop on his head, untangling as you go, lightly pinching his ear in reassurance.

“Besides, we can’t have Auston Matthews warming up without his lucky hoodie, and it really was disgusting. Zach and Willy won’t go near you if you show up smelling like ass-sweat.”

You thought he would laugh - you were going for a laugh, hoping it would ease the tension he was holding up in his shoulders, but he just looks at you instead, and it’s so full of love and reverence, you think your heart is going to burst. He leans in, pressing a firm kiss to your lips. He doesn’t deepen it, just holds you there for a second, before moving his mouth to your earlobe.

“It’s not nothing,” he whispers. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

..........

“Tomatoes, garlic, onion, red peppers, green peppers, chilli peppers, mango, corn chips, avocados… I think I got everything.” Auston mumbles, walking into the kitchen, carefully balancing two very full grocery bags on his shoulders. You start to stand up. try to reach out to take them off his back, but he spins, dodging your grasp the way he always does to opposing players on the ice.

“Relax, I’ve got it.” He places the bags on the floor, pulling out the items you asked him to pick up on the way home from the rink. A few nights ago, Auston had confided in you that he missed his mom’s homemade Mexican food, and that his cache of homemade hot sauce just wasn’t cutting it. A lifetime of hockey meant to more nights eating out than in, and it was pretty obvious - he was horrible in the kitchen. The most he knew about cooking was how take leftovers out of the plastic takeout containers before reheating, and there were no genuine Mexican places in his UberEats delivery zone. So, you offered to make him the one dish you knew how to make - a recipe you had mastered in the early, broke days of freshman-dorm living - salsa. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

“Oh, and I grabbed you these.” He pulls a small black box out of the grocery bag and puts it on the counter, before moving to put away the produce. You pick it up, inspect it, wondering why your boyfriend decided to meander down the feminine hygiene aisle of your local Sobeys while shopping for salsa ingredients. He must sense your confusion, because he shuts the fridge, turning to look at you. He places his hands on the counter, leaning over it to kiss the crease between your scrunched eyebrows.

“Borrowed your toothpaste this morning ‘cause I left mine in my suitcase and while I was in your side of the vanity, I saw you were almost out. Figured you’d forget to restock before it was too late.”

You mouth an inaudible ‘aw’ and stand up, walking around the countertop to latch your arms around his middle. His arms immediately circle around you, pulling in you in. He smells like sweat and hockey tape and his deodorant - like Auston - and you squeeze him back tighter.

“Love you,” you speak into his chest, voice muffled by the sweater he’s wearing, but he hears you anyways. Auston always hears you. He laughs quietly, a breathy laugh you can feel as his chest rumbles against your cheek.

“It’s just tampons bub, no big deal.”

..........

“Matthews, get in here for a sec. I got something for you.”

Auston gets off his bed, padding barefoot through the hotel room’s connecting door into Mitchy’s room. They’re in Niagara for pre-season training camp, and it’s the first night of two weeks away from home for the boys. Mitch is holding a small box, wrapped in blue tissue paper, and Auston immediately knows it’s from you. You had wrapped all of his presents for him last christmas - he was hopeless, couldn’t even figure out how to cut enough paper, and you chided him for wanting to have a store attendant wrap his own mother’s gift - and he recognizes your signature corner folds. Mitch smiles a big toothy smile, before handing Auston the box.

“She made me promise not to give it to you until your birthday, which is technically not for another hour, but I’m hella tired and I want to catch some actual shut-eye before morning skate tomorrow - knowing Babs, we won’t get much this trip. So yeah, here.”

Auston laughs at his teammate’s comment, and takes the box.

“She’s a keeper, brother. Gave this to me over a week ago and texted me everyday to make sure I didn’t forget. A pain in the ass, but a keeper.” This earns Mitch another laugh from Auston, knowing very well how persistent his girlfriend could be.

“Believe me, I know,” he says, “Thanks for doing it.”

“Not a problem.” Mitch replies with a yawn, “Now get out, I’m going to bed. Goodnight Auston - and happy almost birthday.”

Auston heads back into his room, closing the connecting door for some privacy, before getting back into bed with the box. He opens it, tries not to tear the paper to shreds, wants to save everything his girlfriends gives him, and finds a note.

‘For my boy’ it reads, written in blue ink because she knows it’s his favourite colour, knows that even though it’s a simple thing it makes him happy, and he already wants to call her and tell her he loves her just for remembering that. But it’s late, past eleven at night, and he doesn’t want to wake her, not on a Sunday night when she has to be up early for class the next morning. So he sits alone with the box and the note, traces his fingers over her neat printing, before breaking the seal and reading what she wrote for him.

“Happy Birthday, Aus. I wish I could be there with you today to celebrate your incredible life. I loved you at 20 and I’m going to love you now at 21 too. Call me sometime if you can - I promise I won’t sing over the phone. I love you, and I hope you like your gift. Xoxo.”

He doesn’t even need to open the it the rest of the way to know he loves it. She knows him, knows his favourite colour, knows he likes to stay up till midnight on the eve of his birthday, knows which of his teammates would remember his birthday too - anything she bought for him would be perfect. And while the Bon Jovi tour tee, the blue baseball cap and the key to her apartment she had included in the box were certainly appreciated, he finally understood what people meant when they said it was the thought that counts. He would wear the shirt and cap tomorrow, had the perfect pair of black skinnies in mind to match, he was most looking forward to calling her in the morning to thank her for always thinking ahead, for always thinking of him.

..........

“Can I offer you anything else, ladies? Some more champagne?” The waiter asks, approaching your group. A chorus of ‘no’s’ and ‘no thank you’s’ is heard from around the table, and you join in quietly, shaking your head and offering a polite smile.

The venue is enchanting, with high ceilings and crystal chandeliers that shimmer in the candlelight, and you try to focus on the beauty of the moment instead of your persistent hunger. You’re here to celebrate your friend’s marriage, and although you love her, would never survive hockey season without her, you kind of want to kill her for choosing lobster as the main dish. Maybe it’s because you grew up in a city, away from coastal towns and seafood diners, or maybe you just have reasonable taste, but the buttery smell is stuck in your nose, every whiff triggering your gag reflex, and choking down the fingerling potatoes was not enough to quell the uneasiness in your stomach. You’re lost in the art on the walls, pushing food on your plate like some kind of toddler, when you feel a blunt jab to your side. Trailing down, your eyes find Auston’s elbow as the culprit, you angle towards him, meeting his eyes. He looks amused, gives you a knowing look - knowing that you despise seafood, knowing that the smell makes you want to vomit - and you can’t help but offer a small pout in return. After all, he can’t stand lobster either, so he’s probably feeling as nauseated as you are. He looks both ways - at William sitting next to him, at the Bozaks across from you, like he’s about to pull some sort of magic trick, and once satisfied no one was paying attention, he picks up his plate and scrapes his potatoes and bread onto yours with a wink and a half-smile.

You’re feeling equal parts grateful and guilty, because as hungry as you are, your boyfriend just gave you the only food he’s going to get for the next five hours or so.

You lean towards him to whisper, “What are you gonna eat?” Auston just shakes his head before replying. “I ate a big lunch, I’m good, go ahead.”

Placing your hand on his thigh, you give a small squeeze to show your gratitude before taking a too-big bite out of his dinner roll, which elicits a chuckle. The rest of the night flows beautifully, and by the end of the meal, you’re satisfied enough to drag your boyfriend to the dance floor. The song is melodic and slow, and Auston’s got you wrapped in his arms so your head is resting on his shoulder.

“You know,” he murmurs, lips grazing the crown of your head, “When we get married, I think we can pick a much better dinner menu.”

His grip around you tightens, his body stiffening. If he hadn’t been holding on to you, you might have dropped right in the middle of the dance floor. The two of you had never talked about marriage before, choosing to focus on the more immediate future, like bye-week and playoff trips and off-season. You never expected him to bring it up either - before you, Auston had been a serial dater, never holding on to a girl for more than a few hours or at most a few nights. And yet, here he was, talking about the real future, at his teammate’s wedding of all places, and he was clinging on tighter than ever. You turn your head to look up at him, and he looks scared. You’ve never seen his eyes like this, not even before game 7 of the playoffs, not when he was faced with the possibility of surgery, not even when he had first asked you to move in with him. So, you press a light kiss to his shoulder, trying not to stain his suit with your lipstick, and bury your face back into the crook of his arm before saying,

“I think so too, I think our wedding will be so much better. Although, I really do like this ballroom. The chandeliers are stunning. Maybe we could steal them right from the ceiling for ours.”

You don’t need to look at him to know he’s smiling, can feel him relax his body back into yours. He sways you to the music, and just for a moment you imagine this to be your wedding day. Dancing with Auston, surrounded by your favourite people dancing in celebration of your love, you realize it’s all that you want. Well, it’s almost all you want, you think, holding back a laugh when you hear Auston’s stomach grumble. Ideally, you’ll both like the food at your wedding. Ideally, he wouldn’t have to give up his food to keep you full. But he’s Auston, the boy you know yore going to marry someday, and you know that he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you full and happy and dancing for the rest of your lives together.

..........

You wished more than anything you could be there to welcome him home. The boys had played an incredible game; a stellar, unexpected win that, with playoffs right around the corner, had everyone buzzing. The team and friends and girlfriends were all headed back to yours and Auston’s shared home to celebrate, but you had a flight out of Pearson that night, and not only missed the game, but missed your chance to give him a celebratory kiss - an easy tradition you had picked up early on in your relationship.

As the boys stumbled through the door, followed by their already-tipsy girlfriends, Auston was struck by how quiet and cold the living room felt without you home. The fireplace, which was usually on, was dark, and the windows were all shut even though you normally kept them open, a fan of the fresh air and the city sounds from outside your downtown home.

He makes his way through the house, turning on the lights and the stereo, as his teammates and friends fill up the place. There’s chatter and music and the sound heels clicking on the hardwood, and it’s not you, but it’s better than being alone. He finally makes his way to the kitchen, heads for the fridge to grab a beer, when he notices something on the kitchen table you normally kept bare. It’s a tin, a christmas tin complete with cartoon Santas and reindeers with red noses, with a post-it note sitting on top.

In your always-neat printing, it reads: “Sorry I couldn’t be there to welcome you home. Hope this is enough of a substitute for my congratulatory kiss (for now xoxo). Love you, I’m so proud of you.”

He opens the tin, smiling a real, eye-crinkling smile when he sees what you’ve left him. Your homemade fudge brownies were a fan-favourite, never lasting more than a day whenever you made them. You weren’t a special occasion baker, your philosophy being that it was never not time for brownies, and he certainly wasn’t going to complain. Except this time, you adorned each brownie with a Hershey’s kiss, and the cheekiness of it all has Auston laughing, nodding his head as if you could see that yes, this was enough for now, enough to make him feel like you were there supporting him. He’s about to take out his phone to check your flight status, to see if he can call you to thank you, when Travis comes bouncing into the kitchen, and whether he was buzzed about the game or on wine coolers, Auston wasn’t sure.

“What are you.. woah did she make us brownies? I fucking love her brownies, dude. Bring em out!”

Travis grabs Auston’s arm, and he’s too tired, too blissfully happy to resist, happy about the win, happy about the brownies, happy that his teammates have welcomed you in so lovingly, so he allows himself to be pulled into the group, and as he joins in the celebrations, he knows you’re right there with him. You always are, and you always will be.

..........

He’s got his hands hooked under your legs, grasp unforgiving as you squirm beneath him. His touch is liquid fire, each finger spreading heat through your belly as he digs into the soft flesh of your hips. You’ll bruise tomorrow, and he might wake up to a bald patch with how tightly you’re pulling on his hair, but you can’t really think about it, can’t really think about anything when Auston’s mouth is on your pussy.

You groan as his tongue juts into your folds, and it only encourages him to pull your body even closer to his face. You’re really wet, cum dripping down the junction of your leg, right onto Auston’s chin, and it dribbles down, soaking the bed sheet beneath you.

“Aus,” you murmur, “I’m not gonna last if you keep this up.”

He had been relentless in his teasing all night. Fingers wandering up your thigh, sneaking under the hem of your little black dress, hidding by his professional demeanor and the white table cloth. As he walked to the podium to accept his award, the applause of the crowd drowned out the flithy things he had murmured into your ear on his way up.

“The only prize I want is your pussy wrapped tight around my cock when we get home tonight.”

His comment had left you with goosepumps on your limbs and a throbbing between your legs that hasn’t subsided since. This is how you ended up here, both naked and needy between the sheets of Auston’s California King. Only he wasn’t taking what you thought he wanted, wasn’t stretching you out and slamming his hips into yours the way he usually did on nights like these. It was his night - his big night, his award, his achievement - and he deserved an easy orgasm. You were more than willing to give it to him, to oblige him in any way he wanted. You were prepared to do most of the work. Instead, he head you spread out, spread open for him, propped up on pillows, about to cum for the the third time in a row, and he hadn’t even touched or let you touch his leaking cock.

“Aus,” you repeat your earlier plea, only this time it comes out as a whine - he’s got you past a point of no return and you know that you’ll come again whether he fucks you or not.

“It’s okay bub, you can come again. Fuck, I need you to come.”

Everything is heightened as he pulls you a little closer, spreads your legs a little wider, sucks you into his mouth a little harder. It’s enough. Stars cloud your vision and there’s a tingling in your tummy and your legs shake around his head and you collapse back into the pillows in a state of tired bliss.

You feel the mattress dip, and Auston places a wet kiss to your temple before stumbling into the bathroom. You watch him walk, focusing on the curve of his bum and the dimples in his back as he disappears behind the door. Water runs down the sink, and he’s back a moment later with a damp washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Placing the cup on the nightstand, he takes his time with you, swiping the cloth up your thighs, cleaning you up, careful to avoid your sensitive mound. When he’s done, he exchanges the cloth for one of his t-shirts off the top of the hamper, passing it to you before dropping back into bed.

Hands still shaking from your high, you reach over for his upright cock. You know he can’t be comfortable right now, and you want to get him off, want to watch him fall apart in your fingertips - but he stops you. He grabs your wrist and pulls it and you to his chest, bringing the blanket up to cover both of your bodies.

“What about you?” you ask, voice still hoarse, “Tonight was supposed to be about you.”

“No baby,” he says, voice thick and heavy, his throat still coated in your cum, “all you. Couldn’t have done it without you. Wanted to thank you, wanted to thank you for always supporting me, even when I’m on the other side of the country. Can’t do this -“ he pauses, trailing his fingers back down to your thigh, fingers curling into the hair between your legs, and his touch combind with his sultry, fucked-out voice is almost enough to bring you back to the edge for the fourth time, - “when I’m on the road, which really blows, because I’m so much better when I’m with you.”

He leans in to kiss you, soft and slow and he tastes like you and his toothpaste and as his tongue swirls into yours, you know that you’d rather have him like this sometimes than never at all.

..........

You know things aren’t good - no, they’re bad, really bad - before they even carry him off the ice. Your boyfriend is tough to break, a stone-cold wall who doesn’t fight back, doesn’t get emotional, but he had taken the chirping a bit too far tonight, and it had earned him a brutal hit. Your chest tightens, hands shake, and Sydney takes the wine glass from your hand before you spill it all over her carpet.

“I’m sure he’s fine - just fine.” She offers, but it doesn’t reach you. If he was fine, he would have gotten up. If he was fine, he would have been back on both skates, watching the asshole who jumped him head for the penalty box. Instead, his face was in his hands, helmet somewhere across the ice, and there are too many people covering him and you can’t see if your boyfriend is okay - he has to be okay. Everyone in the room is holding their breath, watching the Leafs staff carry their star centre off the ice. It’s a familiar feeling to most of the women in the room; hockey is a contact sport, a dangerous, violent sport and you know it’s the nature of the game, know that it was bound to happen at some point to someone in this series, but you didn’t think it would be Auston. Didn’t think you would have to be the desperate, pitied girlfriend of an injured hockey player.

He’s off the ice and play is resumed, but you can’t even see the game - only Auston lying on the ice, the camera panning out to Babcock’s worried face, the staff coming and going from the tunnel, whispering, covering their mouths from the camera. It only takes about fifteen minutes, though it feels like hours, for the call to come in. You’re so out of it, so caught up in a downward spiral of “what ifs” that you don’t even realize Christina is talking to you until she puts your phone in your hand.

“Yes, she’s right here, hold on.”

You take the phone, bring it up to your ear, and there’s an instant sigh of relief when you hear your boyfriend’s voice.

“I’m okay,” is all he says, and though you know he’s lying for your comfort, it works, because he’s speaking and he’s conscious and he remembers you and that’s all you needed to hear to stop yourself from completely dissociating. “Just a small fracture, maybe a mild concussion, they don’t know for sure yet, but I’m okay. Just wanted to call you in case you were watching, in case you saw it.”

You suck in a breath. The pain in his voice his obvious, his breathing uneven, but it doesn’t sound nearly as bad as it could have been. You know he’ll beat himself up mentally for the break he’ll have to take, for not being able to help out his teammates, more than anyone on the ice ever could physically. “Of course I was watching. Do you want me there?” You ask, hoping he says yes. You think you might need to see him more than he needs you, need to press your palm to his heart to make sure that fucker is still beating, need to flick him for scaring you so badly.

“You don’t need to-“

You don’t let him finish. “Not what I asked. Do you want me there? With you?” “I always want you here.” He replies, and it’s quiet, a whisper - he’s never been very good at being vulnerable, and you know that even admitting to you that he’s been injured was not an easy thing for him to do.

“Then I’ll be there,” you say simply, like Boston isn’t 1000km away, like you’re just going to run a quick errand to the drugstore.

“I love you,” you say, already on your way to your bedroom to pack a bag.

“I love you,” he says, and his voice doesn’t sound as shaky, as panicked, as it did just a few minutes ago. You were showing up for him, just as you always did.

..........

It’s not their usual locker-room talk. It’s eleven in the morning, half-past the end of a regular Tuesday morning skate. Mitch is in the middle of the room, trying to teach Matt how to do some ridiculously elaborate handshake, while Curtis and Kappy talk to Coach about some power play drills they had run through. Naz is lying on the therapy table getting his hamstring worked on, and Travis is shuffling through a Drake playlist that blasts from the speaker on the wall. Willy is wandering through it all, lost in his own world with his ass on full display, looking for his other skate. The rest of the boys bustle around, trying to pack up. It’s chaotic, really chaotic, but for once Auston appreciates the noise. It allowed him to slip out unnoticed, Patty following closely behind.

When they’re finally alone, the door shut behind them, Auston pulls the small velvet box from his pocket and hands it to his teammate. Patrick takes the box, opening the lid to look at the ring. He’s the first person to see it - the first person Auston has decided to tell - and he doesn’t take that responsibility lightly. He knows how proud of himself Auston must be, knows the nervous excitement, the effort it’s taking him to squash his rising fear of rejection. Patrick reaches out, his firm grip clasping down on Auston’s shoulder. Giving a light squeeze and a few finger pats, encouraging the boy to stop bouncing, he embraces the fatherly role he’s taken on. “I’m impressed, kid. I always knew you had it in you.”

Auston looks at Patrick in surprise. “You did?”

“Absolutely, Although, you know, to be honest, I didn’t think it would be this soon. Not that it’s too soon, but, you know, I just meant that I didn’t think you’d find your perfect match right away. I thought there would be a few more ’almost’ is all. ” He’s rambling now, trying to find the right words to calm the clearly anxious boy.

Auston smiles at that. “Me n’either, man.” He replies, and he smiles, the bright, beautiful, toothy smile usually reserved only for his girl.

“How’d you know?” Patrick asks, wanting to know exactly what’s running through Auston’s head. He wants to include it as an anecdote in his wedding speech.

It’s a loaded question, the answer a bullet capable of ripping through even the most solid relationships. Why do you pick the person you think you want to spend a lifetime with? It’s the biggest commitment he’ll make in his lifetime, but Auston doesn’t hesitate when he answers.

“It’s the little things, man. It’s laundry and tampons and eating out and birthdays and kisses and singing in the car. All the little things. The big things, the hard things, aren’t so bad because with her, the little things are everything. She’s everything.”

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