#i've never had a passion i've just been walking through the motions the entire time and it scares me because I'm really fucken GOOD at it

[regretsofalifeandlovelost]

getting control back

After a few late nights working I finally have an evening off, I spend the time with the kids and tell my partner that I am going to go and get some exercise. I walk straight to his house, it takes me around an hour and I have surprised myself that I didn't just go and book a taxi. He answers the door wearing lazy clothes. I push him backwards shutting the door behind me, no words are spoken. I rip his pants down and start to suck his cock, the smooth shaft skin, his exposed glands almost instantly rock hard in my mouth. It always tastes so good, there's never a nasty sweaty balls smell or taste. I thrust my mouth down over his cock, it gliding down to my throat causing me to almost gag. He stumbles back slightly and is supporting himself against the wall. My hands gripping his muscular athletic but as I thrust my head down. I had never sucked a cock like this before, I had seen it in porn but had never actually done it, I had always been sensual and tender. This was rough, slobbery and after only a few minutes his balls tighten and I feel his shaft swell. His cum starts to stream into my mouth, I LOVE it. It tastes sweet, it's the only guy I've ever tasted that wasn't nasty. I swallow it all, with a final twitch of my tongue on his glands causing him to jolt with sensitivity.

I stand up, pulling his cock like a leash over to the lounge, in the process we finally say hello etc. I push him down onto the lazy boy, recline it, ripping my sports clothes off, I step over him and come down naked. I start to dry fuck him back to being hard again as I kiss him passionately. Once I can feel his hard cock gliding between my wet lips I move the angle so that I feel it working it's way deep inside me. It's the only cock that I've ever felt that feels like it's supposed to be in there, like it's returning to its natural habitat. I start to work my hips, pinning his arms down over his shoulders. I want to work this as long as I can. I am in total control, he's unable to do his normal magic, It's entirely in my control. It feels good, I feel that I am in power and woah it feels intense. I lose my focus and push through anyway, I worry that I am not going to be able to cum, and my mind starts playing tricks on me, I refuse to let it go.. I start to really grind, his cock so deep inside me, it felt good before, but this was now something new, I could feel his head perfectly pressing into somewhere, something, so good.. I feel myself building and in an instant my body is in complete orgasm, I can barely move my body is so contorted. He realises his opportunity and takes control, his hands grabbing my bum and him following my motions to extend my climax. It's such a big orgasm, I slump onto his chest.. covered in sweat. I can hear his heart beating, all I can smell is sex. I lay there in silence until I can regain my body control. After what feels like 20 minutes, but I really don't know how long it was I tell him to fuck me.. I tell him to fuck me like a dirty slut.

He picks me up, spreads my legs up against the bench, putting one leg on a stool. I feel his cock slide in from behind me, gently, he starts to work it up before fucking me with a speed I didn't think was possible, It was like a jack hammer, over the top, I am screaming with intensity my juices splashing out everywhere as they flow.. I climax unexpectedly, then shortly afterwards again, just as it starts to subside I feel his cock swelling up. I feel him filling me up. He pulls out and I feel it running onto my leg. I go down and suck his cock. I've grown fond of the taste of my pussy and his cum on his cock, It turns me on. After I've cleaned his cock I tell him to clean up his mess in me. He looks surprised as I bark it at him like an order. He goes down and licks up his cum. I pat him on his head and tell him he's a good boy.

I wipe my body down with a cloth, wiping the smell of sex off before quickly getting dressed and leaving for the walk home. As I walk I feel more of his cum wetting my underwear. I return home to my worried partner. He was worried that I had been walking for almost 4 hours. I told him I was okay I got carried away. I go and shower, make myself a tea and join him to watch some TV. My pussy feels like it's done some hard work, but I feel good. I sleep well.

I wake thinking that I need to make the previous night a frequent event while I can. I shower and get ready for work my pussy still feeling tender.

[kajillionaires]

yo where are my bitches who haven't felt a thing since 2014

#well okay heres the thing i have cared about so many things since 2014 but never in a substantial way #i just feel like the older i get‚ the less vivid i become‚ & i'm just constantly trying to etch myself into my friends' & families' brains #as someone more alive and more vibrant and colorful that i don't feel i've been for the past 6 years #and somehow i've managed to completely lose any sense of being i've ever had yaknow because i just started molding myself to people #and having to be alone for awhile i've realized that without having someone to build myself around or anything really to commit myself to #i just don't know how to be alive alone without having anyone or anything to completely immerse myself in #and that's completely my fault also because it's not like those people i used to define myself by abandoned me‚ b/c most of them didn't #i just have this tendency to love people completely and wholly until one day i just stop and everything about them annoys me #i'm 97% sure it's a defense mechanism so that i never get attached to anyone long term & i will never be left #but anyway i haven't formed a longterm and meaningful connection with anyone in over 5 years and that scares the hell outta me so holla! #i always whine about wanting to be loved but i refuse to let anyone be around for long enough to love me yafeel #i am the toxic one! #also as far as things go #i've never had a passion i've just been walking through the motions the entire time and it scares me because I'm really fucken GOOD at it #i am a capitalist's dream i'm a goddamn workaholic b/c i don't know how to measure my own value in a way thats not tangeable #so i build my entire self esteem on meaningless busy work to the point where without it i feel like im worth nothing #n e way add these to the things i should probably talk to my future therapist about #shut up itzel

[neverinadream]

If I Could Call You Half Mine - Part Two

Summary: And so their game continues.

Song: MAMMAMIA - Måneskin

P.S. This part does get a little spicy, so bear with me as this is my first time writing smut

Part One

"I've got it!" Y/n called out to Sam, her roommate, hastily moving her feet to get to the front door before him. She heard Sam mumble something back, but he was too far away for her to hear him.

Y/n took a quick look through the peephole, sighing despite the rush of excitement she felt as she saw Mason standing on the opposite side. He's quick to react as she opens the door, holding onto her jaw as he pulls her in for a kiss. A kiss that is full of hunger and passion and wants for the other. The want he had only for her and she had for him.

"Stop, stop, stop," y/n repeated, groaning as she had to push him away. Mason frowns, trying to kiss her again. "Do you not check your messages?" Tonight was meant to be their night away from Daniel and Georgia, spent in each other's arms and each other's beds. She takes his hands from around her face, lowering them to her sides. "Sam's here," she whispers, taking a second to check over her shoulder, "he's not going to Omar's tonight."

Mason rolled his head back, slightly cursing her roommate. "Why not?" He whines, looking back down at her. Y/n was sure if Mason had been five years old, he would've stomped his foot too. She just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, can I at least stay for a bit? It's cold outside."

She rolled her eyes, but nodded her head, always finding it hard to say no to him. "Go hide in my room," she tells him, motioning to her bedroom door as she steps aside.

Mason makes it to her bedroom door, before turning back to look at her. "Georgia wants to get together and have drinks with you and Daniel," he tells her, chuckling as she scrunched her nose up, not entirely pleased with the request. "You never know, it could be fun."

"Hmm, your girlfriend and my boyfriend having drinks with us totally sounds like fun," y/n replies, sarcastically, wanting to do anything but that. Mason laughs her comment off, disappearing behind her door.

"How is the lipstick smudger?" Sam teases y/n, as she walks into the room. She stops at the fridge, snapping her head back to look at him. "Daniel," he reiterates, chuckling at the panicked expression in her eyes, "unless you're having an illicit affair you haven't told me about." Y/n frowns, pinching her eyebrows together. There was no way he could've known about her and Mason, she thinks to herself. "Your lipstick is smudged," Sam points to his own mouth, "like someone gave you a good one."

"Oh," y/n quickly uses the reflection from her phone screen to clean up her lipstick, "that wasn't Daniel." Sam raises his eyebrows, lowering the cup he held tightly between his palms. "But I did see him earlier," she adds, trying her best to hide the truth, "before I came home."

Sam pushes his lips together in a straight line, eyes studying his roommate's face. On the outside, she seemed calm but her eyes were telling a whole different story. "Who was at the door then?" He quizzes her, lifting his cup to his lips.

"Just Mason."

"Oh, just Mason," he repeats, a figurative light bulb switching on above his head. He knew they were close, being best friends for a while now, but he knew there was being close to some and being close to someone. Sam had never pegged y/n to be the kind of person to cheat, so he hoped that she wasn't having an affair with Mason. "Well, tell him I said hi," he says, parting ways with her as he left the kitchen, "and that I said hi to his girlfriend, she seems sweet."

Y/n waits until she hears Sam's bedroom door shut, before she begins to panic. "Shit," she mutters under her breath, running her fingers through her hair, "shit!" Curse Mason for not checking his messages and curse Sam for not going to Omar's tonight.

*Two Weeks Later*

Y/n's whole body tensed up as she felt Mason's fingers drift up to her thigh. "What are you doing?" She asks her voice muffled by her hand as she turns to look at him.

"They get along, don't you think?" Mason asks, purposely ignoring her question. He was watching Daniel and Georgia, who gone up to the bar to fetch another round of drinks. The place they were in was crowded tonight, so it would probably take a while before the two of them were served, especially with the fruity little cocktails Georgia liked to drink. This, Mason thought, was more than enough time for him to tease y/n. "I'm surprised we haven't done this before," he says, not even caring when Georgia held onto Daniel's bicep as she laughed at something he said. Not when the one he truly desired sat next to him.

"You know why we haven't done this before," y/n drops her head as his hand inches up her thigh, wishing she had the willpower to push him away. Her body was craving his touch, even more so after their weekly scheduled hookup was disrupted by her roommate. She was sure Sam had caught onto their little act but didn't dare to tell Mason in case he thought the risk was too much. "Mason, this is risky," she whispers, her eyes darting around the room.

The booth they were sat in was at the back of the room and far secluded than the rest. This was done at Mason's request, of course, not wanting their night to be disrupted.

"The bar is crowded," Mason leaned in to whisper in her ear, "and Georgia likes those fruity little cocktails, so they're going to be gone for a while." His lips brush over the bottom of her ear, his breath fanning her neck. "So, be a good girl and part those pretty thighs for me," he taps the inside of her thigh and y/n curses herself for how easily she obeyed him.

Y/n tries to keep a straight face as he pushed the lace material to the side, not wanting to draw attention to them. Mason pulls back to gauge her reaction as he circled his fingers a few times around her clit, grinning when she gasps as he slips two fingers inside.

"Fuck, you're already so wet," he mumbles, groaning as he feels her clench around his fingers. He kept his rhythm at a steady pace, trying not to laugh too loud as she clutches at the end of the table cloth. "I've been thinking about doing this the second I saw you in that dress," he whispers, leaning into her once more, "and I'm starting to suspect you've been thinking about me too. Is this what you wanted, hmm? For me to finger you in front of everyone?"

"Less talking," she manages to say, as she suppresses her need to moan. The skilful ways in which his fingers managed to reduce her to a whimpering mess was embarrassing, y/n thought to herself, as she tried to keep composed. Even Daniel didn't possess the ability to do the same to her, which she found a little amusing, considering she once thought her boyfriend was once a decent shag. "Are you sure they can't see?" She asks, swallowing another moan.

"Don't worry about them," he assures her, bringing his thumb down against her clit, "you just focus on acting innocent." She shudders as he moves his thumb in slow circles, applying just enough pressure to make her breath catch in her throat. "But I don't think we'll have much time left," he increases the pace of his fingers, a chuckle coming deep from in his throat as y/n bites down on her bottom lip, "so enjoy it."

Y/n can feel herself clenching around his fingers, a part of her embarrassed that she liked the idea of their partners being merely a few feet away from them. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing if they were caught, at least then they wouldn't have to hide anymore, but this game of theirs was fun and she didn't want it to end yet.

He curls his fingers, coaxing a squeak from y/n, who had he taken by surprise. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He teases, curling his fingers once more. She groans as he leaves a faint kiss behind her ear, his constant teasing in her ear enough to tip her over the edge. He takes a quick peek in the direction of the bar, using his free hand to wave to Georgia as his girlfriend looks back at them. She turns back to the bar and Mason turns back to y/n, applying a kiss to her neck once more. "Now we really don't have much time left," he warns, eyes falling to her chest as it rises and falls, pushing the tops of her breasts against her dress. He licks his lips, thinking about all the times his mouth had explored the soft skin of her breasts. "God," he drools, trying his best to ignore the tightness in his jeans as she clenched around his fingers.

"Mase," y/n whimpers the simple nickname. Her head feels heavy as she resists the natural urge to roll it back. "Mason," she drags out, breath shaking as she tries to control herself.

"You getting close?" Y/n nods her head, squeezing his thigh as she drops her hand from the table. She can feel him grinning against her shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses against her exposed skin. "Good girl," he praises, eyes flicking once more to the bar, where they were now being served, "cum for me." He hisses as she digs her nails into his thigh, but didn't mind the little bit of pain, it was a much needed distraction from the stiffness in his jeans. "That's it," he coaxed her orgasm from out of her, grinning as she leaned into his side, "there's a good girl."

Y/n clenched her thighs together, trying to still the movement of his hand as her euphoric high took over, legs shaking under the table. She should've felt ashamed for being so sinful in public, but there was no better feeling than how she felt right now, all thanks to Mason and his stupidly, talented fingers. If you thought he was good with his feet and a football, then you had never been in y/n's place before. "I hate you," she says, burying her head into his shoulder.

"You love me," Mason quipped, reaching for a napkin and using it to clean his fingers. He stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head, before spotting Daniel and Georgia returning from the bar. "Look alive," he warned, moving a inch away from her.

Y/n sits up, adjusting her dress underneath the table as she sends Daniel a fake smile. He kisses her cheek as he sits back down, sliding her drink in front of her. "You okay?" Daniel asks, noticing her flushed cheeks. She nods her head, placing her hand on his thigh as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"I think this has been so much fun," Georgia interrupts them, voice squeaking from the several cocktails she had already consumed tonight. She leaned into Mason's side, who slung his arm lazily over her shoulders. "I just can't believe its taken this long for us to do this," she continues, looking up at Mason, who nods his head in agreement.

"Blame this one," Daniel says, squeezing y/n's hand as it rests on his thigh, "she is always busy." Y/n laughs his comment off. "I'm just surprised she found time in her busy schedule to make time for me tonight," he lifts her hand to his mouth, leaving a quick peck against her skin, "but I'm glad you did."

For the rest of the night, Daniel and Georgia were mostly engaged in conversation with each other, y/n and Mason adding a comment here and there. Mason occupied y/n's thoughts, still reeling from the orgasm that had ripped through her body, under the watchful eyes of everyone in the bar. And y/n occupied Mason's thoughts, jealous of how she leaned into Daniel's side, held onto his thigh and accepted his kisses, acting like he hadn't just been two fingers deep into his girlfriend.

The four of them exited the bar, y/n rolling her eyes as Georgia clung onto Mason's arm like her life depended on it, and slipped into their own taxis. Daniel's hand rested on y/n's thigh as she dug through her purse for her phone.

Y/n: I owe you for tonight 😉

Mason licked his lips as he read the message, shaking his head with excitement. This game was going to be the death of him and he gladly accepted his fate.

Part three anyone?

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount one shot #mason mount blurb #mason mount smut #chelsea fc #england nt #england nt imagine

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Three // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: i have nothing to say except enjoy!

Chewing on my bottom lip, I looked over the shelves at the different kinds of stationary the shop had to offer. I needed a new notebook and some ink since I'd ran low at home, so I decided to come into town to have a look.

A brown leather-bound notebook caught my eye and I picked it up, flicking through the pages. Sadly, they were too thin for my liking, so I replaced it and kept looking.

Moments like this were one of the few luxuries I had to myself, where my mother wasn't nattering in my ear about finding a husband and learning to do something useful other than writing, or where my brother wasn't overshadowing me in everything he did, making me feel even worse about myself. No, moments like this, I could just be.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

And there goes my moment.

Plastering a smile on my lips, I spun around and was surprised to see Wanda approaching me with an equally surprised expression on her face. She really was everywhere, wasn't she?

"Wanda, hello," I greeted as she stopped by my side. "It's good to see you."

She looked good, considering I hadn't seen her for a few days. Maybe once when she'd popped in to say hello to everybody before her date with my brother, but that was hardly a meeting. Now, she looked cheery, eyes sparkling with their usual excitement.

"You, too," she said softly, a smile creeping on her lips. Her eyes fell to my hands, where I was holding some ink. "Don't you have servants to do that for you?"

"Don't you have servants to do that for you?" I countered lightheartedly, eyes flickering to the vast amount of paintbrushes and paint in her arms.

She narrowed her eyes in a playful manner. "Touché."

Rolling my eyes in good nature, I asked, "So, what made you decide to go shopping?"

"I needed some new supplies," she quipped with an adorable smile, lifting her arms which were filled with said supplies.

"And you didn't think a basket would help?" I joked, before turning to grab a stray basket beside the shelves and helping her to put everything in it.

She chuckled, accepting my help, and answered, "Truthfully, I only came for the paint, but then I saw some new brushes I wanted to try, and then there were some new colours in stock and, well, before I knew it–"

"This happened," I finished for her with amusement, handing her the filled basket.

She took the basket from my hands and nodded. "Exactly. I would have sent my servant to get the paint, but last time I did, she came back with the wrong one."

"Oh, the scandal," I teased.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and it was refreshing to see the shoe on the other foot. I guess I could see the fun in it now – no wonder she teased me often. Plus, she looked cute when she was caught off guard.

"What about you?" she countered, attempting to take the attention off her.

Content smile on my lips, I watched her. "What about me?"

She gave me an isn't it obvious? look. "I told you why I was here. What about you?"

I shrugged, looking back to the shelves. "I just needed some things... and I may or may not get excited when buying stationary."

Her melodious laughter filled the air. "Of course."

"I just don't know which to get," I told her, motioning to the notebooks. "There's so many options!"

She hummed with amusement, stepping by my side closely and reaching out to get a better look. I was acutely aware of her shoulder pressed to mine and tried to stop thinking about it, but obviously, once I told myself to stop thinking about it, it was all I could think about.

"How about this one?" she suggested, picking up a notebook wrapped in a burgundy-coloured sleeve. She was probably biased since it was her favourite colour.

I took it from her grasp as she held it towards me, feeling tingles at the tips of my fingers when they grazed her hand. God, I needed to get a grip.

Before I could look at the notebook properly, I noticed a smudge on her hand, subconsciously grabbing it before she pulled away. Flipping it over so I could see her palm, I saw several smudges of colour and stared with confusion.

"Paint," she explained, mildly embarrassed as she pulled away. "The stuff goes everywhere."

I hid a smile, finding it cute, before looking to the notebook again.

"I like it, but now to see the pages," I said, flipping through them to see if they were thick enough. I hated getting a notebook with flimsy pages that ink seeped through.

"Are they to your liking, your majesty?" she teased, and I looked up to see her tilting her head and watching me through her eyelashes.

"Yes, they are actually," I retorted with a childish glare, before closing it. "Thanks."

She half-suppressed a laugh. "Good. Let's hope it gives you some... vdokhnoveniye."

She paused, scrunching her nose in thought, probably searching for the right word in English. I was too distracted by how enchanting she looked when she did that to care about her struggle to find the word.

"Vdokhnoveniye is like inspiration," she explained, eyes looking back to me after staring up in thought, "but it's something better. It's from the word vdykhat', meaning to breathe."

"So, you want me to get a good breath from this?" I asked, quirking a brow with bemusement.

"No! No." She laughed, running a hand through her curls. "It's like... when you get inspired by something so quickly, as quickly as it takes to take in a breath. Never mind, it's stupid."

"It's not," I reassured her with an appreciative look. "I get it. Thanks. I like that. Russian is definitely a fascinating language."

She seemed glad that I made sense of her ramblings and I smiled, realising there was much more to Wanda than her ability to make me a stumbling mess.

"Have you got everything?" I asked her, glancing to her basket, before quickly adding, "What am I saying? Of course you've got everything. Practically half the store is in there."

She shoved me gently. "Not nice. But yes, I have everything."

I refrained from chuckling at her dismay before leading the way to the till so we could pay. As we took turns, the cashier made conversation with both of us. I knew of him because I'd been here enough times to make a friend, but I was surprised to see Wanda was the same. I was certain I'd never seen her here before. And I'd been here a lot.

When we finished paying, we began to head outside and I decided to speak my thoughts.

"You know, it's strange to think that we've both been coming here for a while and yet we've never crossed paths," I noted. "I mean, unless we have and just didn't know who each other were then."

She shook her head casually. "Oh, no, we haven't crossed paths. I'd definitely remember a pretty face like yours."

I paused, bewildered at her words as they took time to sink in. She seemed to notice as she laughed, holding the door to the shop open for me. I walked outside and she followed after me, eyes glancing at me satisfactorily.

"So, er, what are you doing now?" I changed the subject, recovering from my momentary shock.

She settled with a smile as she answered, "I'm in the middle of adding some finishing touches to a painting I'm working on. I'll probably head back to finish it."

"Ah, the paintings that you talk about but I've never seen," I joked, relaxing under her stare. "I'm starting to believe you're lying to me, love."

She rolled her eyes, though her smile widened, revealing a dimple by the corner of her mouth. "I'm not... You can come with me if you'd like. I don't mind showing you." When her eyes met mine, she quickly added, "If you're not busy, that is."

Humour disappearing, I nodded with surprise. "Sure. I'd love to."

And that wasn't a lie. I was curious to see the Sokovian's work since she seemed to enjoy talking about art so much. Plus, I could appreciate some good art when I needed to and I wondered if hers would fit the bill.

Or at least that's what I told myself when she flashed her dazzling smile my way, making my heart explode with adoration.

—

Just like me, Wanda didn't have a dedicated place to work from because her parents didn't deem her passion an appropriate hobby for a young woman in today's day and age. So, just like I did, she worked in her room and made the most of the space she had.

As soon as we took a step inside, I was amazed by how much stuff there was. Of course there was the expected – a bed, an ottoman, a wardrobe and a desk – but it was as if that was all secondary furniture to the main focus.

Closest to the giant window on the opposite end of the room were several canvases being supported by easels, some painted and some blank. Papers with sketches of literally anything you can think of were taped to the walls, some scattered along the floor and some scrunched up entirely, missing the bin.

Her desk was filled with jars of paintbrushes, oils, pencils, chalk and any other art supply I'd probably never heard nor seen of before. The place was messy, but not dirty. Her bed was made, the sheets as crisp as could be, her books were lined up neatly, her paintbrushes all had a perfect spot. It was clean, but it was a giant mess, and it was the most beautiful mess I'd ever seen. I refused to believe art was merely a hobby for her when it seemed like her room was dedicated to it.

"This is your room?" I asked with disbelief, eyebrows raised.

Clearly mistaking my amazement for critique, she dumped her newly purchased art supplies on her bed before rushing to pick up some loose papers and canvases from the floor.

"Yes," she squeaked, attempting to kick some papers under her bed as she straightened up sheepishly. "Sorry for the mess. Believe it or not, it does follow a system."

I laughed wholeheartedly, heading further into the space to where her makeshift studio was. "Wanda, you don't need to apologise. This place is amazing."

She snickered, glancing around at everything. "You think? I'd love something more – a real studio – but of course, women aren't supposed to have hobbies apart from pleasing their husband and hosting dinners every other week."

The last part she said with a hint of bitterness, clearly repeating what she'd been told before, no doubt by her parents. I was surprised by her vulgarity, but I wasn't in disagreement. She was absolutely right and it was such a shame because women were so much more than their husband. Too bad society would never see that.

"My father only allows me this... sanctuary," she finished with a sigh, before her hand rested on her desk. "It's not much, but at least it's mine."

"Well, I love it," I told her honestly, making her smile as she looked my way. "Can I look around?"

She waved her hand. "Of course. Nothing's off limits,  but do be generous. My ego is easily bruised."

I chuckled at her joke and she flashed me another smile before grabbing her neglected art supplies. As I helped myself to looking around at her work, I heard her rustling around behind me and glanced her way, seeing her making herself comfortable on a stool before a particular canvas. I presumed it was the piece she was working on that she mentioned earlier and got back to my browsing.

She was extremely talented, not that I had any doubts to be honest. There were her bigger pieces, the extremely detailed ones, that she'd painted of grassy landscapes. Some were green full trees with falling leaves, some were cherry blossom trees with pink blossoms floating in the air, some were buildings overgrown with mother nature. I recognised none of them, but they transported me elsewhere like a nostalgic reminder of being a kid and playing in the garden with my mum. Even now, I helped her do the gardenening, but I'd never really appreciated my surroundings until I saw Wanda's work.

And those were just the huge pieces. She'd done sketches that were taped to the wall, to her desk, floating out of sketchbooks. Some were plans for bigger pieces, others were daily observations, all of her surroundings. She didn't draw people, I noticed, it was mainly scenery. But it was all stunning and it brought a smile to my lips as I imagined her producing all of this in her own little sanctuary, as she called it.

"You've been quiet for too long," she called out jokingly, after a while of me perusing her sketchbooks.

I looked up from my seat at her desk, seeing her focused on her painting, but an amused smile ghosted her lips. The sunlight from the window was hitting her perfectly at the moment, and even from where I was sat, I could see the flecks of gold shimmering in her eyes, matching the auburn streaks in her hair. The breath got knocked out of me momentarily, and I almost forgot that she'd said something.

Clearing my throat, I returned her smile. "I'm admiring your work, Wanda. You're bloody talented."

She lowered her paintbrush and gave me an incredulous look. "Tell me what you really think, Y/N."

I grinned, laughing slightly. "I am! I genuinely think this is amazing."

She pressed her lips together, still reluctant to believe me, but she nodded gratefully and returned her attention to her painting. I didn't fail to notice the pink spreading across her cheeks at the compliment, and my heart fluttered at the sight.

"Would you ever sell any of these?" I asked her, standing up and approaching her side to see what she was working on.

I noticed the addition of stray paint that had made its way to her hands and forearms and it made me smile. I don't even think she realised it was there.

She scrunched her nose up at the idea. "I've given some away to family friends because my parents made me. But no, I don't think I'd sell them." Something seemed to make her snort with amusement, then she said, "Nobody would buy them anyway."

I frowned as she sighed, her shoulders sagging at the thought. It was horrible to admit, but she was right. Female authors – questionable, but sure, they existed. Female painters? Let's just say that it was easier to be successful if you worked under a pseudonym and pretended to be a man. Which she clearly wouldn't do, or at least her parents wouldn't allow her to do. Sadly, Wanda Maximoff was in the wrong lifetime.

Hoping to cheer her up, I stood by her side and admired the strokes she made with her paintbrush. "If it's any consolation, if we were in another lifetime where I actually made money, I'd buy them."

She glanced at me, partially disbelieving my words, partially intrigued. "Seriously?"

I nodded with certainty, eyes flickering between hers and her painting. "Seriously. All of them. I'd buy every single one."

She looked away, swallowing hard, then a soft, barely noticeable smile appeared on her lips, and I was glad I'd said the right thing.

Focusing my attention on the painting again, I saw it was a stunning view of a stream, and the way she'd painted it made it seem like it was flowing off the canvas. Her last minute touches, adding white flecks of oil paint on the water, managed to bring the piece to life without any effort. I was amazed at how someone could make nothing turn into something so easily.

"Where is this?" I asked curiously, not recognising the scene, and also wondering where she'd gone for the inspiration since we lived in a busy town that didn't have water sources nearby.

She pointed to her head with the end of her paintbrush. "Up here."

"You made this up?" I asked, surprised for the millionth time since arriving.

"Uh-huh." She tilted her head to study the piece, whilst saying, "I usually paint what's in the garden. Sometimes what I see in town is good, too. But I really wanted to paint water, and apart from the constant rain we get, there is none. So, I made it up."

I was impressed at her ability to make up something like this, but also slightly confused. "Why don't you just visit Blackpool? There's a beach – water, sand, pier, everything. And it's not too far from here. You could make it a day trip."

She shrugged, distracting herself with dipping her brush on her palette. "I don't want to go by myself."

I probably should have recommended she visit with my brother. You know, the man she was engaged to? But my eagerness got the better of me, and I ended up saying, "Maybe we could go together. If you want."

She looked up, a slow smile forming on her lips. "I'd like that."

I mirrored her expression, nodding slightly. "Great. I'm sure we can arrange something. Promise."

She held my gaze for a second longer, saying, "I'll hold you to that, milaya," before looking back to her painting.

"What does that mean?" I asked suddenly, my mind clearly not controlling my words today. "You keep calling me it."

She chuckled, leaning forward to get a closer look at her work with her paintbrush. "Darling."

"Pardon?"

She shook her head, glancing at me with amusement. "No, Y/N. It means darling."

I swallowed awkwardly, certain my cheeks were as red as they felt warm. I wasn't sure what was more embarrassing – that I'd responded to her calling me darling when she hadn't, or that she'd been calling it me this whole time without me knowing. "Oh."

"Pull up a stool," she changed the subject, though my mind was still racing at her revelation. Had she called Y/B/N that? I couldn't recall. "I'll show you how to paint a little if you want."

Dazed, I did as she said whilst chewing on my lip with thought. She watched me, grinning from ear to ear, but said nothing. Was it normal for my heart to flip-flop in my chest like it was? I couldn't tell anymore. And when she grabbed my hand without saying anything, my hand felt like it was on fire with her touch.

The tip of her paintbrush swiped against my inner palm, her soft fingertips holding it up. Every area that her finger touched was burning, sending tingles up my arm and leaving me paralysed. Good thing I was sat down.

"There," she said like it was obvious. "Now you're an artist."

Blue eyes met mine excitedly and I gave her a small smile in return, hoping that these strange thoughts and reactions would disappear soon enough. Because this was definitely not appropriate.

—

My dreams were never anything worthwhile.

For someone who had a creative mind and could string sentences together to create a story I was proud of, my subconscious was the opposite. It was dry and boring and I rarely remembered my dreams unless they were scary enough to wake me up. But this time, this was a dream I was certain I'd never forget...

As with all dreams, I was unable to control what was happening. I was myself, observing from a first person point of view like it was real, but I had no control over my words or actions. Everything was predetermined, like a script I was forced to follow.

So, in this particular dream, I was sat in the back of a carriage, wearing a dress that was fancier than my usual taste. One hand was clutching my purse and the other was in someone else's hand, the person playing with my fingers soothingly.

"We're stopping now. Are you ready?"

It was Wanda. I had no idea why she was in my dream, or why she was leaning into my side comfortably, or why she was playing with my fingers like she did it all the time. I just knew that it shouldn't have been happening.

"Yeah, c'mon," I said with a smile, following my dream's script.

I intertwined our fingers and raised them to my lips, pressing a kiss to her palm. She smiled with adoration and allowed me to lead her out the carriage quickly. We were at the theatre and the first thing I thought was that my mind was creating a date similar to the one she shared with my brother. Oh, God, this wasn't good.

"Promise you've got the tickets?" she asked as we walked inside, hand in hand.

In my dream, nobody around us seemed to care that we were together, that we were two women showing affection and simply existing in a way more than friends. As wrong as I knew it was to dream of my soon-to-be sister-in-law like this, my mind was at peace, knowing I could be myself in my dream state. I didn't have to hide my identity and it was liberating.

"No, I decided to leave them at home," I answered her sarcastically, smiling.

She squeezed my hand and tugged me close, stopping me from walking any further. Her face scrunched together with a feigned annoyance.

"You don't need to be mean," she mumbled, eyes peering into mine, and my heart raced at the contact of her body pressed to mine.

Grinning, I pressed a kiss to her nose. "I've got them right here, love. Now let's go before we're late."

The dream didn't have a clear transformation. I just knew that one second I was staring at Wanda and the next I was sat beside her in the theatre, waiting for the lights to go down.

"Here," I said, passing her the programme for the show that was in my hand.

When I looked down at it, I was surprised to see a wedding ring on my left hand. Huh.

The lights dimmed when Wanda looked my way, green eyes bright in the dark. She shrugged, grabbing the programme and tossing it over her shoulder to the (thankfully) empty seat next to her.

"Looks like I missed my chance," she said, referring to the lack of light.

I opened my mouth to counter her words, but she didn't give me chance to as she pressed her lips to mine, hand raising to hold the back of my neck and pull me closer. Real me was freaking out, wondering why the hell I was allowing myself to have such thoughts about the girl who was going to marry my brother. And dream me was melting into her touch, shivering at her warmth and the way she began to suck my bottom lip.

"Wanda," I breathed out, pulling away breathlessly, but she continued to hold me close with a stifled grin.

"Isn't that why we got these tickets?" she said jokingly, eyes meeting mine.

My heart raced as she did, the simplest of glances making me weak in the knees. I was beginning to learn that her eyes were irresistibly beautiful.

"Right," I found my words, smiling in agreement as my eyes flickered to her lips.

They were painted red tonight, slightly smudged from the abrupt kiss she gave me, and I could only imagine the state of my own lips.

"We can watch the play now," she whispered, and I just about managed to tear my gaze from her lips to see the entertained look in her eyes.

I hummed in response, not trusting myself to say something comprehensible. Her lips curved into a smile and she linked our arms before settling into her seat, head leaning on my shoulder. I leaned mine on top, kissing the top of her head gently before also getting comfortable.

When I woke up, I didn't remember the rest of the dream, or know if there was a rest of the dream. I opened my eyes and found myself laying in my bed alone, tired and in the dark. It was still nighttime and my mind was foggy with fatigue. It took a moment for me to remember what I'd just dreamed. And then it hit me.

I liked my brother's fiancé.

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen #marvel #marvel imagine #mcu

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Who You Actually Are (Osomatsu-san: Karamatsu x Reader)

Chapter 2:

Dissociation

Author: Roro (halfeviltotty)

Fandom: Osomatsu-san

Pairing: Karamatsu x reader

Category: hurt/comfort, character study, trauma fic

Rating: gen

Summary: A fractured sense of identity watching all at once.

Word count: 1700 or so

Warnings: blood warning, injuries, DID, mental illness, vague mentions of trauma

Commentary: karamatsu is really goin thru it huh EDITS IN FUNNIE KARAMATSU PICTURE BC THATS HOW IM ROLLING FROM NOW ON

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With crystal clear eyes you saw right through Karamatsu with a question instead of introduction. You plucked out a single rose and the red contrast against your skin was breathtaking. "Who are you supposed to be?" You twirled it with such a graceful flair and avoided hurting yourself in its thorns.

It caught Karamatsu off guard, why would you ask that. Your tone was neither cold nor overly warm, not much affection or derision. Just a simple question with your head tilted with those analytical eyes taking in each motion and expression that crosses Karamatsu's face.

Your genuine curiosity frightened him, as if you without a doubt thought he must be acting.

"W-who am I? Heh! Well my beautiful Karamatsu flower, I am your destiny! I am Matsuno Karamatsu, the 2nd brother, handsome, suave, a lone wolf who walks a shadowy path for redemption! Ah, my Karamatsu lover, do not get too close for this wolf will have no choice but to bare his fangs into your slender neck. I've got my eyes on my prey, and darling I won't let you go once you're in my Karamatsu clutch."

Karamatsu posed dramatically with each sentence and you just watched. When he was through speaking you clapped.

"Not bad, not bad at all." Karamatsu blinked at your response, "I can see your passion for this character Karamatsu, and your method acting is pretty good albeit a little rough around the edges. Which troupe are you with? I wouldn't mind work-shopping some dialogue with you. You wanna do a quick improv right now since we're both here?"

"You're pretty handsome so I'm sure you're popular in your troupe, but when we're done improvising let me take a couple head shots of you. I know the director of a local theater who has the perfect role for someone like you if you're not married to the Karamatsu persona. "

You smiled at him and Karamatsu suddenly felt embarrassed, you're so pretty. Beautiful even, to the point where Karamatsu lowered the bouquet of roses with his head cast downwards. He didn't even care that you said he was handsome. It did literally nothing for his ego in that moment, but did prove to him that Karamatsu doesn't know himself. He has never felt handsome once before in his life and had only been called that word by his mother.

It'd been a long week.

"I can't do this right now." Karamatsu said painfully with his voice so dried that it sounded very unlike him, far away and much weaker than Karamatsu could ever utter. How many times is this going to happen to him? Today wasn't the day Karamatsu wanted to confront these emotions especially not in front of a woman but the words overflow without consent as suddenly the world shifts into third person.

"Why doesn't anyone take me seriously? I try so hard to be myself and I get asked 'who are you trying to impress, Karamatsu-niisan?' 'why are you wearing that, Karamatsu-niisan?' 'can you do this for me, and that, I need your help Karamatsu-niisan!' 'it's embarrassing to be seen with you, Karamatsu-niisan!' day in and day out. Now strangers are asking me who I'm supposed to be?"

Karamatsu watched himself shout with such pity, Karamatsu in his old uniform on-looked while shielding the ten year old's eyes. All of himselves surrounded with unblinking stares forward and Karamatsu felt ashamed.

"Why can't I just be who I said I am? Why does everyone have to ask me why? Does it matter?! The answer is even I don't know! Who the hell even is Matsuno Karamatsu if I'm not him?! If I can't be him then who am I!"

Karamatsu felt the thorns from the bouquet pressed tightly against the thin wrapping of the paper. His hands shook violently.

All at once like he had been grounded midair, Karamatsu felt your hands wrap around the bouquet. There was blood dripping from a few puncture wounds. You stared down at him with genuine concern, horrified at the display. But your hands were soft and gentle.

"I think I made a mistake, Karamatsu-san. I'm very sorry for hurting your feelings like this."

The bouquet is slowly pulled out of his injured hands and Karamatsu can't help but to reach out to you. You should shy away, Karamatsu thinks once he has the ability to form his own thoughts.

"It's bleeding, don't let me touch you." His words didn't match his actions, you watched him with those analytical eyes and leaned forward. When Karamatsu's hands cupped your face he saw a bit of blood smeared on your chin.

You were worried for him and not afraid of him even in the slightest.

"It's going to be okay, Karamatsu-san. I'll take care of this." Karamatsu is then led to a store, his hands bandaged by someone who took delicate care not to hurt him. You listened when Karamatsu spoke and you took his words at face value.

Hey...

Stop being so nice. The older child inside of Karamatsu pleads pathetically, I'll get the wrong idea if you're this nice. You haven't wiped your face yet, why not? You're supposed to avoid touching other people's blood, aren't you afraid? Don't you know my blood could make you sick? Your hands are so warm, stop touching mine. I'm scared.

Karamatsu was led to a bench on a busy street by his fingertips, so loud that it was almost impossible to ignore the sounds. A sea of people walk by, why are you holding my hand? Asked the ten year old inside of Karamatsu. You should only hold hands when crossing the street, you should know that by now. Girls like this are stupid for not caring, the ten year old concludes.

You haven't stopped talking, your voice carried on the wind's currents and the overcast late afternoon turned into a dark twilight.

Karamatsu finally listened.

"Karamatsu-san, that isn't a red shirt. It's a brown suit." He looked at you for a second and laughed, "Sorry, I didn't notice." There was someone laughing for him. Someone else was making his throat hum out a chuckle, someone who was pulling his muscles to form a smile, someone who's fingers in his cheeks. There has been someone responding for him, using his voice to carry on the conversation. Karamatsu consciously took the reigns back as subtly as ever, making sure you didn't notice the mask being transferred to another facet of himself.

"You don't have to try so hard, Karamatsu-san. Or at least not with me after this." With those words you stood up, dusted your pants off and grinned at him.

"I'll see you again, right?" Karamatsu just nodded once more in a daze.

And you did, you sought him out with those curious eyes. You taught him some acting methods Karamatsu found out years later were coping skills.

"I always wanted to be an actor, my Karamatsu girl!" Karamatsu told you and then it was.

You took candids of him and introduced him to your theater, with the first greeting out your mouth was, "I'm this guy's biggest Karamatsu fan! Please give a warm welcome to Karamatsu-san!"

At first he thought your kindness was pity, then he thought maybe you simply were just kind. Then Karamatsu noticed something about you too, that faraway stare. A rapidly shifting personality, moments of complete catatonic silence that seemed to strangle you mentally. Like you were watching things in third person too and were fighting to get back in control.

"Who are you?" Karamatsu asked you once while your hair laid across the bathroom floor, he only asked because you couldn't stop muttering "I can't tell if I'm not me."

Twenty minutes later you seemed back to normal, the tears wiped away, the episode quietly ended like it began and you were shocked to see your head. "Who did this?"

Karamatsu witnessed your surprise each time you saw your reflection, like you were meeting an overly familiar stranger each time. The subtle wide eye gasp, if he hadn't studied you so closely Karamatsu wouldn't have ever noticed. When you recognized not yourself or a representation of yourself in the mirror but a friend from long ago you would smile. Like you were smiling at someone you accidentally made eye contact with from across the room instead of your own face.

Karamatsu helped ground you just as much as you did for him. You taught him the skills for himself and when you needed him, Karamatsu would pluck you mid spiral and assist you safely to your senses because you needed it as well.

"I owe you so much, I'm not sure if this is okay to ask from you but will you go to the petting zoo with me. As a date?" Karamatsu extended the tickets out towards you which received him a strange look. You glanced down at his hand, and then to the other and then to your own.

You finished your cotton candy quickly, "Karappii? Why are you confessing?" You lifted your hand held in Karamatsu's own. "Isn't this our three month anniversary?"

"C-can I kiss you then?!" And you kissed him while waiting for your turn on the ferris wheel. Then again on the ferris wheel itself, then on the ride home, and then at home.

You helped him a lot. With every small indicator of something vastly unwell, a detachment from Karamatsu's own feelings you asked him to challenge that notion. His bravado slowly stopped peacocking and became true confidence, Karamatsu found himself understanding his thoughts better.

In return Karamatsu assisted with what he learned was dissociation, it was funny since the symptoms sounded familiar. Karamatsu had to adapt, not adjust. All at once he felt responsible for someone else's well being, roses can't fix things that are broken. Neither within himself or you.

You tried to manage him in his moments of forgetfulness, "Karamatsu isn't it Thursday?" therapy day. Karamatsu did the same for you. Two broken people trying to rearrange their image based off of what the other sees. "Have I always looked this way?" You asked with that clarity gone. "Yes, you've always been this beautiful."

"Is this okay? Am I still Karamatsu if I feel like this?" Karamatsu asked in one of many moments of vulnerability. Kintsugi, Karamatsu feels like kintsugi when handled by you.

"I think I fell for you that day we met, at first I really thought you were acting. But I realized you did exactly what you said you would. Once I was in your clutch, I knew I would never escape." You looked stunning two years later in your white dress.

On his wedding night, Karamatsu never cried so hard before. The ceremony ended and all at once it was just Karamatsu and you in the hotel room.

"You saved me that day, Karappii. I was planning doing something I couldn't come back from and there you were. I love you, my Karamatsu angel."

Four versions of Karamatsu have seemed to melded together at this point after all if he knows one truth about himself it's that Karamatsu is in love with you.

#osomatsu san x reader #karamatsu matsuno x reader #karamatsu x si #ososan imagines #canon x reader #osomatsu san fics #i didnt want karamatsu to suffer too much more so i made the end fluffy #who are u fic #wyaa c2 #roros fics #CANT READ THIS ON MOBILE I HATE TUMBLR #Lemme jus edit some tenses #multichapter ososan fic #karamatsu x reader #Fun things about tumbler is seeing typoes u corrected still there

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Say You Love Me

Request from @perriexlover​:  Okay so since I'm a sucker for Elijah, can you write a fluffy smut¿?; like where it's reader' first time and she's super nervous cause she's never been in a relationship before and she doesn't want to let him down. And maybe it's their first anniversary? [sorry if it's a mess] thank you, love ❤️

A/N: First of all, this is such a sweet prompt. I hope you enjoy this, i kind of took some liberty with the request, so it might not be exactly what you wanted and it’s not super smutty but like it’s fluffy smut so. I very much enjoy sweet Elijah and yeah i kinda just wanna go on a date w him!

Warnings: fluffy smut, first time sex, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP MY DUDES) 

Word count: 2.6k

Elijah x female!reader

A hum escaped her lips as his fingers danced over her skin, gently leaving a trail of goosebumps where he touched her. Elijah kissed her, on her lips, her chin, her neck, her ear, everywhere she needed him. Her vision came in flashes as she opened her eyes in surprise and closed them again in pleasure. Her hand gripped the sheets beneath her, the other tangling in his dark hair.

Her eyes opened slowly as she exhaled another soft moan. Slowly waking, she realized she had been dreaming, one of the more intense dreams she had been having as of late. She blinked slowly, awkwardly becoming aware of her boyfriend watching her from his position in the bed next to her. His head was rested in his hand, propped up as he laid on his side looking at her. A small, amused smile danced on his lips. She grinned embarrassedly, her hands coming up to her face and covering her blushed cheeks as she laughed at herself.

"Good morning, beautiful," he smiled at her.

"Good morning," she giggled. She peeked at him through her fingers. He chuckled and grabbed one of her hands and kissed it. Elijah had been nothing but a gentleman this past year. He made sure she was comfortable with everything, and they took the relationship at her pace. Lately, she'd had her mindset on their one year anniversary being their first time together. They had slept together - however, it was in the same bed and fully clothed whenever he stayed the night with her. Tonight she decided that she wanted him to know that she wanted to be with him. The thought of being with Elijah in her entirety made her heart flutter. He smiled at her again.

"Are you ready for tonight?" He asked her quietly. He hadn't known what she'd been planning, except for the obvious dreams she'd been having. He had to have had some idea at this point. He was planning something entirely different, and she wasn't allowed to know until that night. She huffed playfully at him.

"I wish you'd just tell me what you're planning," she winked, but she enjoyed being surprised and she knew he enjoyed spoiling her.

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in close. "You will find out, darling, but for now," he nuzzled into her hair, "let's just stay like this," he whispered into her neck and sent shivers up her spine.

—

Elijah spent the day doting on her, taking care of every need and want as they came, starting with making her favourite breakfast, followed by spending the day shopping for anything she could possibly want. Every time she looked at him, his eyes were on her, following her movements and making her blush.

"You're staring," She commented finally while she was looking through a rack of shirts in a nearby boutique.

He chuckled in response. "How could I not?" He moved toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her, "You're just so beautiful. I'm so lucky," He moved his lips to her ear and she blushed again.

She turned around in his arms and placed hers around his neck. "I'm the lucky one. I love nothing more than spending time with you," She lifted herself onto her tip-toes and placed a small kiss on his lips. She used the "L" word but not in the context he was hoping for. Even after a year, that had some very important firsts to get to. He grinned at her and kissed her again.

"Let's go home. I want you to see what I've planned," He pulled away and grabbed her hand.

"Ahh, so shopping was a distraction?" Y/N smiled as she was pulled along.

"Not entirely," He stopped abruptly in front of the sleepwear clothing section. "Pick a pair of pajamas." He gestured to the section and she looked at him, surprised.

"Pajamas?" She stepped forward and reached for a soft pair of bottoms. "Will you be getting some as well?" She asked him.

"I've already got a pair." He smiled. Y/N lifted her eyebrows again and smiled. She browsed and chose a light pink silk pair, small shorts and a tight tank top. "Not what I had in mind, but definitely welcome," he winked at her. Her outfit was a subtle hint to him that she too was planning some things.

They returned to Y/N's small apartment, which had mostly become their shared apartment without officially deciding they lived together. Y/N was stunned to see candles lit and dainty lights were strewn about, perfectly lighting the blanket and pillow covered mattress that took up the living room floor. Blankets hung from the ceiling, creating a perfectly adult-sized fort. The lights twinkled in her eyes as she gently gasped, the smell of pizza filling her nose and she eyed the pizza box at the edge of the bed. She turned to him and grinned.

"How did you pull this off?" She asked him, breathlessly. He grinned back at her and ushered her farther into the apartment, closing the door behind them.

"I wanted our first anniversary to be a celebration of us, just between us." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently. "Now go change and get comfy and I'll get the movie in."

She hummed and chuckled excitedly, "what movie are we watching?"

"I'm going to make you guess." He spun her in the direction of her bedroom and patted her butt to make her walk. She gasped and laughed at him, rolling her eyes as she made her way to the bedroom. Elijah hurried to the bathroom to change into his own pajamas, a pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt fitted snug against his muscular figure. He exited the bathroom and got the movie prepared in the DVD player. He sat back against the pillows and blankets on the bed and waited.

Y/N exited her bedroom shyly, her confidence waning after she put on the pajamas. She was scared this was too soon, or maybe he didn't want to see her like this. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she closed the door behind her and turned to face him. She shuffled her feet anxiously as Elijah caught sight of her. His breath left his lips as he took in the sight of her, the silk pajamas flowing over her body gently, parts of her he had dreamt of seeing. She blushed and looked at the floor.

"Is it too much?" She asked quietly. He shook his head, slowly at first and then vigorously.

"Not at all. You're stunning," he complimented. He realized suddenly his sweats were getting dangerously tight, and he grabbed a blanket to conceal himself. He gestured her over and grinned at her. She really was beautiful. "I'm so lucky to be with you," he whispered as she laid down next to him. She blushed again, and got comfy at his side, legs slightly parted. She nuzzled into him, grabbing his arm and snuggling it, placing his hand on the inside of her thigh. Her breath hitched and she tried to play it off like it was nothing, but he squeezed her thigh and she hummed happily. She looked up at him and reached her hand behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He obliged, kissing her softly. She tugged on his hair, indicating she didn't want gentleness. He pulled away slightly.

"Y/N, I..." she shushed him as she kissed him again, more hunger built in her. He kissed her back, maintaining a gentle edge but desperation started to fill him. "Is this what you want?" He managed to whisper between kisses. She nodded quickly, grabbing his hand and moving it up her thigh, over her new silken pajamas. He took to control of his hand and gently circled just above her clit, hard enough that she could feel it but soft enough to leave her wanting more. She moaned into their kiss. That was all it took for Elijah. Her moans drove him crazy. He flipped suddenly, moving to put himself on top of her, his hand still working her over her shorts. She squealed as he moved, but slid her hands from his neck to his shoulders and over his chest.

She pulled away slightly and let her head fall back on the pillow. She locked eye with him and felt herself blush and her confidence falter. "Elijah, I... you should know," he stopped the motion with his fingers and pulled away immediately, worried he had gone too far. He sat back on the bed in front of her, not touching her. "No, it's nothing.. bad. That was nice, but you should know.. I've never done this before." She blushed and looked down, realizing how vulnerable she was. He raised an eyebrow.

"With anyone- ever?" He asked quietly. She nodded.

"I've been waiting for the right person," she said sheepishly. Elijah's heart nearly burst in his chest. A fool's grin slapped itself on his face.

"Y/N. I need to tell you something." He leaned on his knees closer to her again, moving in between her splayed out legs. Her eyes never left his as his face came inches from hers, his breath just reaching her lips. "I love you," he whispered. His eyes flickered from hers to her lips as a small smile spread across her face.

"You do?" She asked.

"I do," he answered.

"I love you, too," she whispered, "I want you to know how much I love you," She kissed him, trying to convey her desire, her passion, her love for him, but the kiss wouldn't suffice.

She moved her hands to lift her tank top above her head, her hair moving wildly about as she undressed. He paused their kiss, moving away to take in the parts of her body he had never seen before. He had waited a long time for this and it was more worth it than he could have possibly imagined it. He moved to cup his hand over her soft breast, rubbing her nipple between his fingers. She let out a soft gasp turned moan, a feeling she hadn't experienced coursing through her. Obviously, she had touched herself before, but this was different. Her head fell back on the pillows behind her. Both of his hands were on her body now, moving around her breasts, her chest, moving down to her waist. He tugged lightly at her shorts and she lifted her hips, letting him pull them off. He took a moment to drink her in, her entire body was gorgeous and he wanted to worship her. He pushed her legs open wider, her wet folds opening as he did so. He licked his lips and his eyes met hers.

"I want you to only look at me, okay? he commanded. She nodded and watched as he lowered himself onto his stomach, laying down flat with his head between her legs. Her eyes never left his as he kissed around her thighs and her labia. She gasped at the contact, her breathing labored already. His tongue licked at the sides of her opening, not quite making the contact she so desperately wanted.

"You're a tease," she gasped. He grinned wickedly, then gave her exactly what she wanted. He licked and sucked at her clit, making her head fall back again and a moan escaped her lips. His tongue explored her fully, entering her slightly and making her moans escalate. He worked her with his mouth, his eyes not leaving her face. Her moans were exactly what he wanted to hear. He picked up his pace and moved a hand up to her breast, squeezing gently. Her hand flew to his head, grasping his hair tightly as her hips bucked slightly. "Elijah," she moaned loudly. She was getting too close, and he wanted her first time to be worth remembering. He pulled away and she whimpered lightly.

"Darling, you taste divine. I want to feel you, now." He said to her. She squeaked at his commanding, lust-filled voice. He stood from the bed and began to undress. Y/N began to feel self-conscious and began to close her legs, but he stopped her. "I want to keep looking at you. You're breathtaking." She blushed and left her legs spread for him. He took her in as he took his shirt off. He began to pull down his sweats and underwear, his cock springing out of the confines. She gasped at how large he was.

"This isn't going to hurt, is it?" She whispered. He chuckled.

"If you experience any discomfort whatsoever, you tell me immediately and we'll stop." He said. She nodded as he made his way back onto the bed over her. He positioned himself just in front of her entrance, the heat emanating off her. He began to kiss her neck and chin. "I want you to enjoy this. If you want something, don't be afraid to tell me," he whispered to her. She nodded again and he began to enter her, slowly and in increments so she had time to adjust to him. She let out a low moan as he filled her, her eyes closing and her face relaxing. He moved himself in entirely and paused, waiting for her okay. She took a deep breath and nodded. He began to move slowly, thrusting in and out of her. She gasped as he picked up speed, creating a steady rhythm between them. Her hips moved naturally to meet his thrusts. Her moans came more frequently as he moved, his name leaving her lips breathlessly. It would be his undoing if he wasn't careful. He paced himself and kissed at her neck and chin, his hand moving to cup her breast again, something she seemed to enjoy very much. He slowed his pace and lowered herself down onto his elbows, his face inches from hers. He watched her intently, his eyes noting the different reactions to his movements. He dipped his head and kissed her, gently and tenderly. She moaned into his lips, then hooked her arms behind his neck and deepened their kiss, not letting him go.

"Faster, Elijah," she begged. He raised his eyebrows, but obliged, his arms still creating a cage around her head as he thrust into her faster now, the sound of skin on skin mixed with her moans filling the room. He grunted hungrily, quickly becoming unable to control himself. He kept speeding up, losing himself in her. "Elijah, I think I'm-," she began to speak but the tension she felt in the pit of her stomach snapped. A gasp took over followed by his name in long drawn out moans.  Hearing his name spill from her lips like that drove him over the edge and he stilled inside of her, letting his orgasm take over. His head snapped back and he groaned as he came, filling her. He pulled in and out a few more times as they both came down, unwinding from their highs. She panted heavily and a grin broke out over her face.

"Happy anniversary, baby," he pulled out of her and kissed her before flopping onto the bed next to her.

"You love me. Say you love me again, please," she said, her grin still covering her face.

"I do love you," he smiled back at her, taking her hand in his and kissing it.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes in content, "I love you, too. Can we do that again?"

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[renaerys]

Okay I've got one: Prompt 15 with Reds. 🤣🤣🤣

15. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying, I just keep thinking about how good that mouth feels.”

Somehow they can make even breathing a competition.

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xxx

“So, we’ve called the paramedics and they’re on their way, but until they arrive it’s up to us. Remember the acronym, kids: C-A-B. What’s the first thing you do?”

Aiyeesha Simpson, a gunner in the making destined for academic greatness and social ruin, raised her eager hand. “Find a flat surface to lay him down!”

“Correct.” Blossom took Brick by the shoulders and shoved him down to the floor. A gaggle of Girl Scouts gathered around him as he wheezed for air.

“Ow,” he said.

Blossom patted his chest. “Please choke more quietly.”

I will end you, he thought so loudly he hoped she could hear him through the murder in his eyes. There was community service, and then there was cruel and unusual punishment. When his required hours were up and his record expunged, he was going to write a very negative Yelp review of the local Townsville Girls Scouts of America chapter and tank this year’s cookie sales. Supremely annoying, outrageously petty, and totally legal. That would teach Blossom for sure.

“Place your hands here between the nipples.”

Some of the Cadette Girl Scouts giggled. To be fair, Blossom of all people saying the word nipples in reference to her former mortal enemy as she trained a room full of twelve-year-old girls in CPR using him as the dummy was a perfect storm of absurd and kinky that he did not see coming. And now he was giggling himself, because he was a teenaged boy who thought the word nipples was funny regardless of the very clear contextual cues, and that pubescent shame was on him, one hundred percent.

Blossom, an ancient and inconveniently attractive evil resurrected in a lab for the sole purpose of making his life miserable, did not appreciate his amusement. “Push hard at a rate of 100 to 120 compressions per minute. Remember to put your bodyweight behind it, like this.”

Brick flexed, and Blossom pushed against his heart like she was trying to crush it in her hands. Once, twice, three times she administered compressions, and Brick’s eyes glowed red with impotent rage.

“Assist Blossom with her CPR lessons to her satisfaction, and we can forget this ever happened,” Mayor Bellum had promised Brick when he lost his temper and blew up an (empty) ambulance. Butch didn’t need his Super stomach pumped no matter how much he drank, so the ambulance and the four-figure bill that came with it were completely unnecessary. This defense did not convince the mayor, however.

The promise of the bill forgiven and his record cleared—and the deterrence of Aiyeesha Simpson filming the whole thing to upload to YouTube later—gave Brick the strength not to eye beam Blossom in front of the children.

“Okay, who wants to try chest compressions on the dummy?” Blossom offered to the girls.

You evil bitch, thought the aforementioned dummy.

After the third little girl properly placed her sticky, little girl hands between his nipples, Brick had had enough. “Hey, I’m still dying over here. Can we move on already? Jesus Christ.”

“Of course.” Blossom smiled, and she had never looked more terrifying.

Brick hoped Butch was suffering. He hoped he was hung over so bad he couldn’t piss standing up. He hoped Butch tried going online only to find that Brick had disconnected the Internet and cut him off from all his online games and porn because fuck Butch and his weak-ass stomach.

“Who knows what the next step is? Maybe someone other than Aiyeesha this time?”

None of the other girls seemed willing to stick their hands up. The carpet under Brick had scorched where his power leaked out in his building resentment for this entire situation. The smell of burned polyester just made him feel even more powerless to stop this.

“No? Okay, well, remember the acronym. A is for airway. You want to be careful about a possible neck injury, so gently lift the chin…”

Blossom’s hands were not sticky like the Girl Scouts’ hands, but they were cold where they touched his skin and forced his head back.

“Are the paramedics here yet?”

Brick got a tight fist in his short hair for that one, and he considered it a small victory. “No. Something about a shortage of ambulances, apparently.”

Biiiiiiiitch.

God, he was going to destroy her so bad.

“Once you’ve cleared the airway and confirmed there are no obstructions—”

“Then you kiss!”

Some girls picked up the giggling again. Blossom, ever the professional, cleared her throat. “Mouth to mouth is a life-saving procedure and not something I’d recommend doing to someone you plan to kiss.”

Wow, great advice.

Some girls still giggled and whispered to each other. Brick had a sinking feeling that this was only going to end with his embarrassment: everyone knew that the cold judgment of pre-pubescent girls was the absolute worst type of judgment a person could suffer.

“Are you gonna show us?”

“Well, I don’t think I need to show you all how to breathe—”

“It’s in the manual! You have to demonstrate every step.” Aiyeesha waved the CPR manual, and Brick realized his misjudgment. She was no vapid goody two-shoes in the making, but a future Honors Student with a secret, a Work Hard Party Harder, an Ivy League Early Decision candidate with all of senior spring semester to slack off because no one was ever going to touch her 4.3 GPA.

Aiyeesha beamed a winning smile at Brick, and it was as chilling as Blossom’s.

Jesus Christ, there are two of them.

True to form, Blossom had never been able to defy a good instructions manual. “I suppose if it says so in the manual…”

Locking lips with Blossom was not a big deal. He’d done it before when they were kids, and he could appreciate the irony of a gesture meant to save his life this time rather than end it. She didn’t even try to mess with him by using her ice breath, just went through the motions as described in the instructions. The girls were disappointed with the lack of hormonal fanfare of it all, which was probably for the best. Leave it to Blossom to make mouth to mouth the sexless, medical act it was literally intended to be. He was almost upset, because it felt like she’d won something here, which could only mean he’d lost.

Disappointed but more educated than they’d been when they’d arrived two hours ago, the Girl Scouts dispersed after the lesson, leaving Blossom and Brick to put away the equipment they’d used.

She held a dummy torso, and she was looking at him with that pinched, constipated look she got when she was about to say something especially snobby. Instead, she surprised him. “Brick, thanks for being mature about it. I can honestly say you surprised me.”

He stared at her.

“I’ll talk to Mayor Bellum. I’m sure you’ve done enough to meet your hours quota.”

He had not fulfilled even half of his required community service hours and they both knew it.

“So yeah, thanks. I can finish up here if you want to leave.”

Was she trying to get rid of him? Why?

“Brick? Why are you looking at me like that?”

When Blossom was winning, he was losing. That was simply the way of the world. So, if she was losing, it could only mean he was winning.

“Are you listening to me?”

Brick smiled in what he hoped was a cool, sexy way if he imagined looking at anyone but Blossom. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying. I just keep thinking about how good that mouth feels.”

Blossom stared. “I’m sorry?”

He would make her sorry.

“Yeah, you’re a great teacher. I could really feel your passion for demonstrating the lesson correctly. With your mouth.”

Her staring intensified. “Did you.”

“Oh, yeah.” He leaned his hip against the table like he’d seen in the movies. It worked for Daniel Craig in Casino Royale, and that guy had convinced Eva Green. Iconic. “I could really feel you trying to save me.”

Where was Aiyeesha with her phone to film this? There was so little he could do to rattle Blossom as they got older, and while the challenge delighted him, it was also exhausting being constantly a step behind her. Was this truly her demise? Had he won the Teenage Experience? Was this poetic justice for how she’d once killed him with a mere kiss, only to suffer the same fate in turn? He could have cackled. This was better than trolling the Girl Scouts of America reviews, although he might still do that because it was a genius idea and he had always indulged his own genius ideas when they came to him.

So infatuated was he with his own self-fellating digression that he was slow to react to Blossom sidling up to him. Her hand was still cold on his chin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. “Shall I save you again?”

Brick’s dignity drained with his blood, which was an unfortunate side-effect of being a teenaged boy that he would just have to suffer. But winning was about recognizing one’s weaknesses and working around them. He leaned into her personal space. “Please.”

He wasn’t sure who kissed who first, but it was happening and all he could think was I am better at this than you and I hate you and also Do that again. He tried holding her waist, and she fought back with her fingers in his hair. Not one to be deterred, Brick tried some tongue but pulled back when he tasted thirty degrees below zero. He immediately went back in because he could feel her superiority, her Got you, you horny idiot, but the joke was on her because he liked her cold, always had when it was hot as balls out and he’d make up any excuse to pick a fight with her just for the chance to cool off.

The Girl Scout troop leader walked in on them competitively making out in the classroom like it was an Olympic sport and put an end to things, leaving them at a frustrating draw for now. They said barely a word to each other when Brick glared at the troop leader so bad she flustered and didn’t even question them before running out of there with some excuse about getting the wrong room.

Later that evening, Brick caved and changed the Internet password back just so Butch would quit whining at him. He Googled kissing techniques and spent the next hour and a half watching YouTube videos and reading GQ articles about How to Please Her Like a Champion, because he was a champion and a winner and he was not going to lose to Blossom in this. Not a chance.

This had to be what they meant when they said kill with kindness.

“I’m going to end you,” he muttered to himself as he read about the top ten highest voted movie kissing scenes, which he would then stream and commit to memory in order to be fully armed and armored for the next time he encountered Blossom alone in a classroom. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe during their shared free period.

Truly, he had the most genius ideas.

xxx

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[joshua-flipping-washington]

EllieDina Week - Day 7: Infinite.

Oh man, I can't believe that- Well, yesterday was technically the last day! But I still can't believe that the week is over. I had such a blast, getting to write something for an entire week. One thing for each day, it really brought back my motivation. And- It showed me how creative and talented the community truly is! I was introduced to so many phenomenal new artists and writers because of this event.

Rating: Teens and up.

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Ellie was stood up at the front of the church in Jackson, she grimaced at the feeling of her palms sweating and she wiped them off on her pants. She had no clue why she was so nervous, perhaps it was because she wasn't religious and she was going to marry Dina in a church? That couldn't be the reason, that would be dumb. She'd be over the moon even if their wedding was held in a dumpster, as long as she got to marry the woman she loved, it didn't matter at all.

They had been unable to find Ellie a SUITable tux for the wedding, so she was wearing her best looking flannel and a pair of brand new jeans. Ellie hadn't had the chance to see Dina yet, apparently it was some kind of rule before Outbreak Day. And for some reason, everyone in Jackson was insistent on her following that to a T. Ellie had grumbled under her breath, not to pleased about having not seen Dina in over sixteen hours.

JJ had popped by when Ellie was getting dressed, she had smiled upon seeing his arrival. " Hey, Spud! What have you been up to? " She said as she scooped him up and spun him around. He giggled and squealed in excitement, though he was happy when he was set down. Ellie reached out and grabbed his shoulder to steady him. He grinned and happily shared with her what he had been doing, and where he had been. " I was visiting Mama! Aunt Maria says you aren't allowed to know how she looks. "

JJ seemed very puzzled by the entire thing, but he had excitedly spent time with Ellie until he was called out to get ready for the wedding reception, he was going to be their ring bearer. And he had been taking the job very seriously, practicing all the time leading up to the date of the wedding.

Ellie tugged at the collar of her shirt, man was it surprisingly hot for the time of year it was. She turned her attention to the center isle, watching as some of the kids excitedly rushed up, tossing flower petals as they went. Stopping to stand on their respective sides.

The kids of the town had been so excited about the news of Ellie and Dina getting married, so of course Dina and that big heart of hers couldn't say no to the children asking if they could toss the flowers. God, Ellie loved her with every fiber of her being.

Ellie's heart rate accelerated as everyone in the church pews began to stand up, her green eyes grow wide in awe and her jaw nearly drops, her throat feels raw with emotions as she takes in the sight of Dina, who is smiling brightly like the goddess that she is- Walks down the aisle, being lead by Jesse's father.

She's wearing a burgundy colored dress, with black and gold accents. Ellie had never even thought about that color combination looking so good, but seeing Dina in it convinced her. Dina was absolutely stunning, that sparkle in her brown eyes as she stops in front of Ellie says it all. " Hey. " Dina says softly.

Ellie cleared her throat and smiled at Dina. " Hey, I missed you, babe. You look- Fuck me, you look absolutely stunning. " Dina was the only one who could pull words like that out of Ellie's mind.

Dina smirked in amusement and teasingly winked at Ellie, finding absolute joy in the way her face grew flushed. " Oh, in a rush are we? We still have to get married, goober. But let's save that talk for later. "

They both grew quiet at the sound of their sons little feet, tearing up the isle with a string of giggles. The rings bouncing wildly as he comes to a halt in front of them. " Mama! Mom! I got the rings! " He announced in a delighted tone, earning a few chuckles from the congregation.

Dina laughs softly and smiles down at him. " Good job, bud! You are such a smart little guy. " She ruffled his hair, watching as he goes and stands where he was told, still beaming with pride.

The wedding commences right on time, the pastor going through the motions of what had been discussed with him. There is a mixture of Jewish traditions, like the breaking of a glass. And some things that were apparently common in a wedding back when people still had them.

Ellie crouches down slightly, taking the rings carefully from the pillow JJ was holding. She smiles as she hands Dina hers, her mind is racing and her heart is hammering heavily.

They both slip the rings on one another's finger when they were given the go-ahead, they didn't exchange any vows. Not in front of people, they didn't need to prove that they loved and cared about each other in front of everyone else. All that they had been through signified that, how far they had come.

" I now pronounce you, wife- And, uhh wife. You may now kiss the bride. " The pastor said, clearly not ever having married two women before.

Ellie chuckles softly, gently cupping Dina's cheek with her hand. She leans forward slightly, her breath tickling Dina's nose as she whispered. " Don't mind if I do. " She pressed her lips to Dina's, sharing a passionate kiss with her wife. Ellie wrapped her arms around Dina and dipped her, unable to hold back the laugh that escaped her mouth at JJ's enthusiastic clapping, his claps actually covered up the applause from all the others.

Ellie picked Dina back up, a fond smile on her lips, her arm wrapped around Dina's waist. " Y'know, I like him like this. He isn't yet disgusted by our love and affection for one another. "

Dina smiled and gently brushed her hand over Ellie's cheek, pushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. " Yeah, we are still lucky for now it seems. Unfortunately, he will probably grow out of that and get embarrassed of us. "

Ellie snickered to herself. " JJ is going to have a hell of a time bringing people around when he gets older, guaranteed. " She just meant that they would one hundred percent embarrass him with their love for each other when he attempts to bring a crush home with him.

Dina lightly slapped her wife's arm as JJ came rushing up to them, they both crouched down and pulled him into a tight hug. " You did so awesome, Spud! Proud of ya! " JJ beamed happily, his toothy grin brightening up their world. " Now we are a family. " He said softly, nuzzling his head against his mothers'.

《 》

The dinner and party that is held after the wedding goes on for quite some time. Everybody is laughing and singing, chatting and dancing. The music is soft, yet loud. And it reminds Ellie of the night her and Dina shared their first kiss. The same type of lights are strung up, illuminating the dance floor.

Ellie stands near the counter, her gaze almost blank as she stares straight ahead. Her mind begins to run as all the events that followed began coming to life in her mind. She dropped her head with a gasp, and placed her hands over her ears. No- She hadn't done this in a long time, this was supposed to be their new beginning, she was supposed to be making new memories.

Dina had been talking with Maria, JJ latched to her side like a little monkey. When she glanced around the room for a second, her eyes zeroed in on Ellie, hands clasped over her ears, eyes glazed over and wet with tears. She excuses herself and rushes over to Ellie's side. Gently placing a hand on her face. " Ellie, Ellie I need you to come back to me. Come back to me, El. Our son wants to dance with his mom. "

She gently brushes her fingers through Ellie's hair, whispering softly to her until she was able to pull her out of it. " El, you are home, babe. With me and JJ, we are here. We love you and you are safe. " She repeated this as long as she had to, until the light returned to Ellie's eyes and she dropped her hands slowly.

Ellie looked at Dina with guilt written all over her face. " I'm… I'm sorry, Di- I don't know what… I've been doing so good, that… Hasn't happened in months. " Dina can see that Ellie is on the verge of tears, so she gently takes hold of her hand. " Ellie, I'm not upset with you. These things- They happen sometimes. To the best of us, it doesn't mean you've undone every single ounce of work you've come through. I'm so proud of you, and I just want you to be okay. " She placed a gentle kiss to Ellie's lips.

Carefully pulling her by the hand, she leads her out of the church after saying a quick thank you and goodbye to everyone as a whole.

Ellie looked at Dina with confusion, she really had screwed things up. They were supposed to dance and enjoy the wedding party. " What are we doing? What about- "

Dina shook her head and handed JJ over to Ellie. The other woman grunts slightly from the sudden added weight. " Ellie, we can dance together as a family. "

It's hard to argue when your wife looks so excited at the thought, who cared if it wasn't in front of a crowd. Wasn't that how she preferred it, anyway?

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They soon reached their humble little home, it was no farm house. But it had two stories, and was just the perfect size for their family of three.

Ellie set JJ down on his feet as soon as they stepped inside the house, the boy excitedly followed after Dina as she went to the record player and put on a record for them to dance to.

Ellie smiled faintly at Dina as she grabbed hold of JJ and started dancing with him. He was practically bouncing up and down in excitement as they grooved their way over to her. She gasped as Dina grabbed onto her hand and pulled her into a loving embrace, gently swaying to the music that didn't fit at all. JJ stood on Ellie's converse clad feet, and swayed with them. Her hands holding onto his small one's so he wouldn't fall.

The three of them danced until they couldn't dance anymore, and what that meant was they danced until it was time for JJ to go to bed.

" I'll put him down, babe. " Ellie said as she scooped up a tired JJ from on their couch, she carried him upstairs and helped him get ready for bed. " I love you, mom. " He said softly, drifting off to sleep easily, very worn out from the events of the day.

Ellie slowly walked back down the stairs, surprised to see Dina standing in the middle of their living room, gently swaying to the music and humming to herself. She smiles as she approaches Dina, and wraps her arms around her from behind. Swaying to the music with her, their bodies in sync.

A smile grows on Dina's face, and she turns around in Ellie's embrace. Bringing her own hands up and wrapping them around Ellie's shoulders, letting her head rest against her chest as they swayed to the music. Her brown eyes were filled with so much love for the girl in front of her. " I think that this- Right here, is the start to our forever. I love you, El. "

Ellie's eyes well up with tears and she laughs softly, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Dina's head. " I… I believe that you are right, this moment… And all the one's after. We are stronger together. I love you, Dina. Thanks for allowing me to prove myself, time and time again. "

#elliedina week #ellie x dina #The Last of Us Part II #Sony Interactive Entertainment #Naughty Dog #video game edit #rich the idiot writes #Ellie Williams #Dina TLOU2 #TLOU2 #Apologies for posting at 2 in the morning

[xxmackenziexx]

Chapter Four

Chapter Summary: We get a revelation from Bucky and we get some background info on an *as of right now* minor character. Sweet Bucky and him teasing the hell out of reader.

Warnings: Swearing, mild sexual content, sexual tension, slightly creepy Bucky 

Word Count: 3,004

A/N: Did I title drop? OH YES I DID!!!! Don’t judge me, it just happened. Lol. This chapter was gonna go a different way but then ideas happened and it pretty much wrote itself. Hope you enjoy!!!

Deciding at the last possible second to not ruin your friendship forever, you kissed Bucky's cheek instead of his lips and then slunk back into his arms. You could kick yourself, you knew you wanted Bucky, wanted to be with Bucky, but you knew you couldn't. It was maddening being literally so close to the thing you desired most but not able to reach out and grab it. Well, you could physically grab him, but you wanted more than that. You wanted a love that lasts. A love that consumes them both, body, and soul. You wanted a fiery passion that left you both breathless, you wanted tender moments with soft caresses.

You wanted Bucky more than you've ever wanted anything in your entire life...except his friendship and the irreplaceable bond you shared with each other. You knew if you told him, you'd lose him. And you'd long ago decided that you'd rather not live in a world without him in it. If you lost Bucky, you would simply cease to exist, fading into nothingness. With his arms wrapped around you, pinning you to him, you felt tears prick at the edges of your eyes, a lump forming in your throat. You didn't want to cry, but you did. Your body shook with sobs and Bucky pulled you away from him to look at you questionably.

"What's the matter doll? Why ya crying?" He searched your face for answers as he placed his palm on your cheek and wiped away your tears with his thumb.

You sniffled and pulled yourself a bit out of his reach, putting on a fake smile. "I'm just really glad you found my wallet, Buck." You lied. "Wanna know why I was looking for my wallet the other night to begin with?" You asked, hoping to distract him.

He nodded, not quite believing your lie but smiled sweetly at you anyway. "Sure."

You reached over to grab your wallet and scooted closer to him again, not quite in his arms but definitely in his personal space, your bodies touching. You opened your wallet to grab the small photo of the two of you that you kept there. The edges were frayed and the picture itself showed signs of wear and tear. You held it up to his face and smiled.

His face lit up as he reached for the photo. "Wow y/n, I can't believe you still have this." Admiring the photo some more he turned it over, back, and forth in his hand. "That was a really fun day. I kept mine for so long but now I can't find it anywhere....this is why you were looking for your wallet?" He held it up, his eyebrows rising incredulously.

You shook your head in earnest. "Yea, I thought I'd lost it and that made me really sad. This was a special day. It's my favorite picture of us and anytime I'm sad or happy or just whenever I want to look at it I can." You explained, shrugging at the end.

He beamed at you. Not saying anything, only reaching his hand out to grasp the back of your neck and pulling you forward to kiss the top of your head before placing his forehead against yours. Shaking his head, he let go of you and moved into his seat properly to put his seat belt on, you did the same, putting the center compartment back down to rest your elbow on, so did Bucky, one hand on the wheel. Bucky still didn't say anything as he began the journey home, taking his time. At a red light, he looked over at you, grinning, and flipped his hand over, palm up and open in a silent gesture for you to lace your fingers together. And you did, smiling at him in return. You stayed that way the entire drive, his thumb drawing circles on the back of your hand until he pulled up into his driveway. He begrudgingly let go of your hand to put the truck in park and shut off the engine, looking over at you again in the dark, silent cab. You were overwhelmed. You had to get out of the truck, get some distance from him. You couldn't get your hopes up like this. Opening the door, you slid out of your seat, not even glancing his direction before you walked to your door and opened it, leaning your back against the door once it was closed and letting out a sigh.

"Rough day?" Your mom asked from the couch, looking at you with concern and love.

You pushed off the door and sighed again. "Yeah...but good news, Bucky found my wallet. It was in his truck. So, there's that." You said leaning over the back of the couch on your elbows.

"That's good dear, how was the game?"

"It was good. I got a picture of Blake holding my purse, I'm gonna print it and send it to him." You chuckled. "Bucky made a sweat ass tackle there at the end and Steve brought it home. So...we won...obviously." you recounted excitedly. "Then me and Buck went to Penny's to grab some food. And OH MY GOD, they have a new milkshake. It's key lime pie. It's so good mom, oh my god."

Your mom watched you explain your day, smiling and nodding, chuckling when she thought something was funny.

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time. I'm sorry I wasn't able to come to the game, I really wanted to be there for James."

"What happened with that by the way?"

She sighed. "Well...we found some weird stuff in a client's books. We had to go down a rabbit hole to figure it all out. We're still looking into it all so the next few days or until we can get it squared away might be long days for me, I'm afraid."

"You gotta do what you gotta do." You shrugged. "My truck will be out of the shop on Monday, they said they'd have someone there to let me pick it up after school since I've gotta stay late to go through and edit the photos from the game and choose some for the school paper and stuff. Bucky said he'd take me since practice should be over by then. So, no worries." You tried to put her mind at ease, knowing she's worried about the prospect of you fending for yourself for a while, even though you were pretty much grown.

"Okay baby. I think I'm gonna head to bed early tonight, today was rough for me too, but I wanted to stay up to make sure you got home safe and see how the game went." She said as she stood up and turned the TV off, coming around to hug you before heading to her room.

You made your way upstairs to get some pajamas and take a shower, noticing you smelled like a sweaty football player and shuddered. Before you left though you opened your curtain and saw the light shining behind Bucky's curtain, opening your window, and grabbing a few of the plastic BB pellets you and Bucky use to get each other to open the window before tossing one to his. You waited briefly before throwing two more in quick succession. Eventually, you saw movement as he made his way over and smiled at seeing you, securing his curtains he opened the window, leaning out a bit and nodded his head in that stupid 'what's up motion he knew you hated. It was so dumb.

"Hey." You said, tilting your head to rest on your shoulder, enjoying the view of him in his pajama pants and nothing else.

"Hey." He replied, copying your posture, grinning at you.

Not really having a reason to bug him, you didn't know what else to say. You just wanted to see him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Bout to take a shower. I smell like sweaty football players. You?"

He laughed, holding up a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. "Reading."

You were shocked. Bucky rarely ever read, especially not a classic from the great Alexandre Dumas. "James Buchanan Barnes...I'm impressed." You said, folding your arms under your breasts as you stood up.

"Guess you don't know me as well as you thought you did now huh baby doll?" He teased, his arms spread wide in a mock bow to you.

"Boy!!! I know you better than you know yourself!!!" You bit back, just the tiniest bit offended he would insult you like that.

He placed his hands on either side of the window and hung his head while shaking it slowly, chuckling under his breath. The image did things to you. You saw the muscles in his arms and shoulders roll when he moved, his stomach tightening as he laughed, making his abs more prominent. His pajama pants hung low on his hips, and you couldn't look away, couldn't stop your wayward imagination, not realizing you were biting your lip and literally eye fucking him. There was no hiding that he knew the direction of your thoughts when he lifted his head to look at you again, arms still spread out.

When his eyes met yours, they were dark, tonguing his upper lip as he smiled at you. “You alright there doll?”

You couldn’t breathe.  The way he looked at you, the way he looked period, left a feeling in your chest you’ve never experienced before, you couldn’t identify it or even how to begin explaining it. It was all-encompassing. All you could do was nod your head, returning to a more normal disposition.

He grinned. “Sure, you are. Now get outta here, this book is getting good, I wanna get back to it.” He jerked his head to the side.

All you could do was comply, not able to make any words come out of your mouth. You closed your window, unintentionally leaving the curtains open, and grabbed your things to take a shower.

Feeling y/n shudder underneath him immediately jolted his brain into panic mode, he knew her well enough to know when she was crying like she currently was. Why would she be crying this hard right now, this was a happy moment…right? He leaned her back to investigate, searching her face for any clues. Wiping her tears away, hating that she was upset and worried he had done something to trigger the downpour. She pulled away a bit to explain to show him why she had been searching for her wallet the night of the video chat. Seeing the photo and examining it, he could see how often she took it out of her wallet by the marks of frequent use around the edges of the polaroid-like photo, the plastic over the image itself having a small amount of give in places. He was left speechless and breathless at the notion that such a small thing of them brought out this kind of reaction in her. He was awestruck at the level of devotion to a small piece of paper that held evidence of the strength of their bond, the way she was more upset about losing this small picture of the two of them in each other’s arms laughing and smiling than she was about losing everything else she had in there, all important stuff too. I love her he thought to himself, noticing the way his heart fluttered and warmed at those same thoughts. This was more than the love born in friendship and companionship, this was more…so much more. And he couldn’t stop smiling, truly happy in this moment. He was in no rush to reach their destination, wanting to stay in the moment forever, this little bubble of bliss, holding her hand this way.

But then she bolted. She didn’t say a single word or even look his way as she sprinted to her door and opened it like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels. He was shocked, standing there for longer than he’d like to admit, staring at where she retreated into her home. Shaking his head with a sight he walked into his house, seeing his parents at the kitchen table eating, they looked up.

“Hey honey,” his mom said excitedly, “We saw you at the game today, nice tackle there at the end!” She said proudly.

He grinned shyly, “Thanks ma, I actually have something I need to talk to you guys about.” He said as he cupped the back of his neck nervously. Both his parents looking at him with concern.

After explaining the ins and outs of what coach had told him, his parents were beyond excited, they both jumped up and down excitedly as they put their arms around him. They’ve always been so supportive, even his dad, despite his many obligations to the U.S. Army. Him and his dad devised a new workout regime that would hopefully help in getting noticed by a few scouts, agreeing to start as soon as possible, his mom throwing suggestions here and there. After some time, they parted ways and Bucky found himself in his room, too many thoughts filling his head for him to consider sleeping. So, he decided to grab a book, selecting a book y/n brought over to read often enough she left a copy there in his bookshelf. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was about but decided if it ended up being boring it would at least help lull him into a state he could sleep easier. He took his shirt off and grabbed some pajama pants, deciding to lay down on the couch and read there. The book was a little confusing at first but was quickly drawn into the retelling of a harsh betrayal, a lost love, a prison escape, and the ultimate vengeance on those that betrayed the man who lost everything, only to rise from the ashes a changed man. He quickly realized why y/n enjoyed this book so much, it was good!

Tap

Jerked from the vision in his mind, brought to life on the pages in front of him he looked around, trying to find the cause of the sudden noise, finding nothing, and eagerly returning to the book in his hands.

Tap...tap.

Now he recognized it. With a slightly frustrated sigh he got he got up and saw y/n across the way, he smiled at her. She didn’t say anything but a shy hello, so he asked what she was doing. Her reply made him swell with pride knowing it was his scent that clung to her. And when he showed her the book he was reading in response to her question she was visibly impressed and even stated so. He was proud he could conjure this type of response in her, simply by reading, noticing the way her arms framed her breasts nicely. He decided to tease her a bit, ‘baby doll’ slipping from his lips, enjoying the notion of calling her that more than he’d like to admit. Her clever retort had him laughing, holding onto the window frame for support. Lifting his head after his bought of laughter he noticed the way her lower lip was caught in her teeth, how her eyes grew darker as they roamed his body. It was blatantly obvious she was checking him out and enjoying what she saw. This wasn’t a new thing for him, many people often ogled him when he was jogging or working out, what was new, however, was that y/n was the one doing it now. This was the first time he ever saw her appreciate his body and he realized he enjoyed it. A lot.  

“You alright there doll?” He couldn’t help but tease just a little. He liked the way she always blushed when he got the courage to behave this way, the way her breaths became quicker, and her pupils dilated. He knew what he was doing to her, he knew she was turned on. And the thought excited him in such a way he was fighting back the urge to grasp his pajama pants a little. She didn’t even respond to his question, she simply nodded and tried her best to hide her body’s response to the situation. After encouraging her to go take her shower so he could continue to read, he noticed she left her curtains open, and a sinister plan came to mind. His small sofa was angled in such a way that if he lied down, he could see a great deal of her bedroom, almost all of her bed, her desk, her closet, and bedroom door. He never really noticed this before, but he was suddenly thankful for the bay windows they each had. He also knew that when the lights were off in his room, because of the angle of the roofs and their respective houses, you couldn’t see a damn thing. He’d been in her room enough times to know how his room looked from her window. He was filled with eager anticipation for the game that was about to unfold for him as he turned off his lights and got comfortable on the couch, laying one hand on his stomach and the other bent behind his head, his legs spread as one leg was kneeled up against the back of the couch. His mind played visions in his head at the thought of her being in the shower right now, of the things he might glimpse as he made a plan to make sure the curtains would be open for at least a little while. He also decided that since he’s getting a show, unbeknownst to her, he’d do the same for her, remembering he had a strict workout regime that needed to be implemented from here on out. He grinned like the cheshire cat at how he’d torture her now that he knew she at least liked his body enough to be caught admiring it.

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[miss-dr-reid]

This is calm, and it's, Doctor #6

A little something different for this one.

~Spencer's POV~

After I ordered the food to be delivered, I turned around to see y/n had disappeared from her perch on the stool. I walked around the bench, looked down the hall and saw no movement. I walked over to the lounge and found her resting, looking so peaceful.

Her face looked soft, lips parted slightly. Her arms cuddled the cushion tocher chest while her legs were called up, fitting into the lounge. Not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber, I grabbed a book and sat at the table behind her. I sat on the side of the table that allowed me to see her face whenever I looked up from my book.

She was so beautiful in so many ways. In the week I've known her, I've noticed myself wanting to be around her as much as possible. She was so smart, but humble enough that she never really corrected anyone if that hadn't called her 'Doctor', so much so, that maybe people didn't even realise.

I looked up from my book as she stirred, taking in a deep breath, smacking her lips to get her quietly as she exhaled. My heart skipped a beat as I watched. After a while of reading, there was a knock on the door, 'Dinner', I thought as I walked over and opened the door.

Happy to see my dinner in the hands of the delivery man, I handed him a $10 tip and he went on his way. I closed the door and popped the bag onto the bench. I unpacked by he bag on the bench, ensuring everything was there b

"Vegetable omelette, fried rice, beef and black bean..." Quietly listing them to myself as I set them in the bench, followed by the complimentary prawn chips. I headed over for the lounge.

"Y/N," I kneeled next to her on the ground, "y/n, dinner is here." I tapped her hand which was wrapped around her wrist, holding her arms together.

One eye popped open slightly, looking at me.

"Dinner?" Her voice, a whisper.

"Yeah!" I confirmed. She grabbed my hand, surprising me. I hadn't realised that I had rested mine on hers after waking her. She used me to help herself up, throwing her feet to the ground, yawning and stretching.

I got up and walked back to the kitchen, grabbing plates and cutlery for each of us. Y/N took the stool where she had been before laying down. I took the one next to her, handing over the plate and cutlery I got for her. Her face screwed up as I handed over the cutlery.

"What?" I asked, thinking something was wrong. She picked up the fork I had given her,

"A fork? Do you have chopsticks?" She asking, faking offence.

I grabbed out the complimentary ones from the bottom of the bag and gave them to her. Satisfied with her utensils, she proceeded to pour some of each dish onto her plate.

"You gonna eat those?" She gestured toward the prawn chips. I shook my head, sliding them her way. She happily accepted them, opening the bag and diving right in. I watched as she pulled out chips, inspecting each one. After watching for a while, I reduced that she was looking for 'bowl-shaped' chips so she could pile as much food onto it as possible.

I let out a little laugh as I realised. I was so intrigued in how she chose to are, I couldn't help but watch. As much as it usually revolted me, I was too invested to stop. After picking the perfect chip, scooping as much food onto it as possible, she'd try eat it all in one go.

"You right?" She asked, snapping me out of my trance I hadn't realised I was in. Her eyes watched my face as I nodded, not knowing what to say.

"I- I've never seen anyone eat like that." was all I could manage.

"I'm not just anyone, Spence." She joked, wiggling her eyebrows and elbowing my arm. I faked an injury, grabbing my arm with an "Ow!". Even though 'Spence' was a nickname used my most people I know, the way Y/N says it makes it sound so good. And, when she calls me 'Doctor', something happens inside me, I can't even describe it. The thought of her saying my name makes my heart race.

We finished eating dinner and I wanted the few dishes we had messed, Y/N watched me Street I had declined her offer of help. I noticed her watching my hands, and looking up to my face every now and then, her own face resting on her propped up hand.

Once I was done, I dried my hands on the tea towel that was in the bench. I took the couple of steps over to the bench opposite Y/N. Leaning on my elbows, I looked over her face, her eyes slightly droopy, but not necessarily tired, I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Spence..." she said soft and slightly hoarse, "can we listen to some music?"

"Oh yeah. I have a Google Home, so, to for it." I told her.

"Hey Google," she started, "Play 'Moo' by Doja Cat." She called, a smirk filling her lips. I was confused, so I focused on Google.

"Bitch, I'm a cow." It started. I was taken aback and Y/N laughed, quickly changing the song.

"Hey Google, play 'Crazy Little thing called Love." She hopped off the stool and walked to the empty area between the bench and table.

The song started and she started dancing. Her voice filled the room, full of passion. I was enjoying watching her perform until she gestured for me to join her. I shook my head, stiffening at the idea of dancing.

"Please Spence, it'll loosen you up, and we all need to chill out." She almost begged, fluttering her eyelashes, while holding her arms out toward me, a grabbing motion played on her fingers.

Seeing this side of Y/N was strange, but comforting. The entire time I had known her, she was always serious. Happy to have a laugh, but never too much fun. I unwillingly obliged only because I wanted to see her smile again, and she did as I stated toward her.

She didn't get my hands like o thought she would, instead she swayed her body in time with the music causing me to follow along. I did enjoy this more than I was expecting to. I think, because of her. She was singing, dancing and almost performing a whole concert.

She stopped in her tracks, smirking at me as she called for Google to play another song.

#Where have all the good men gone

and where are all the gods?

Where's the streetwise Hercules

To fight the rising odds#

She sang along, hitting every note, I was in awe. After the song, she decided one okay change was necessary. The music changed to the artist 'Bruno Mars', her body language changed. She went from partying and jumping around, to smooth fluid, alluring moves.

"Got anything to drink?" Her voice, breaking my thoughts one more time, "Anything adult?" She emphasised.

Thinking for a second, I did have some whiskey that I was gifted and never drank. I grabbed the bottle bedroom the top shelf of an overhead cupboard. I collected a glass from another, scooped some ice from the freezer, and poured out a drink into the glass, sliding the glass over to her across the bench.

She took it, sniffed it, swirled it and took a sip. She swallowed it all up after getting a taste, tapping the glass on the counter and with her best western accent,

"Another, barkeep!" She mustered out. I poured another, and she downed it. She got up to resume her dancing. I put the lid on the bottle and left it on the bench.

I walked around and sat on the stool, enjoying watching her sing and dance, relaxing as the drinks styles in her system. She danced for a while, eventually joining me as I wandered over to the lounge. She brought the whiskey, her glass and one for me. Not being a big drinker, I declined. She didn't press but left the glass on the coffee table in front of us.

"I guess you're staying tonight?" I asked, watching her pour another drink.

"Oh, shit!" She stopped, looking up at me, "Spence, I'm sorry! I can go- I- I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you don't want me here!" Worry in her voice as she realised there had been no official invitation for her to stay. She didn't need one. I was over the moon to have company that wasn't my brain and numerous books.

"No, you're not going anywhere. I have some spare clothes that I'm sure will fit you if you feel like changing. Please, Y/N, you are more than welcome to stay tonight and whenever else you'd like to." I assured her, placing my hand on my shoulder, only removing it once she relaxed.

She let out a breathy sigh and laid back against the lounge, exhaling deeply. Her hands grabbed each side of her face and pulled down slowly until they teachers her chin.

"I would love to get changed." She whispered and rolled her head to look at me.

I tilted my head so it was same angle as hers,

"Come on." I reached for her hand, she smiled at me as she took it in hers. She trailed closely behind as I led her to my room. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off, and she kicked than back and forth.

I opened my wardrobe and rifled through the racks, finding an old plain grey tee. I took it out and laid it next to her on the bed. Y/N's hand ran over it as I dove back in to my wardrobe. I found a pair of darker grey tracks and laid them on top of the shirt.

"There's a spare towel hanging in the bathroom if you'd like to shower. I'll be in the loungeroom, reading most likely." I spoke, putting my hands in my pockets, shifting from heel to toe not wanting to leave.

Her looked me up and down, with raised eyebrows. When she got back to my face, she glanced between me and the door.

"Oh, right!" I spun on my heels and left, closing the door behind me. "Idiot. You work together. What do you even want from her!?" I asked myself once I was out of earshot.

Entering the loungeroom, music was still playing. A new song came on and I decided to listen to it, trying to get an idea of the music Y/N likes.

#I found a love, for me# I clicked on the lyrics tab of the Google Home screen.

#Darling, just dive right in

Follow my lead# I hadn't realised that I had started swaying to the song.

Arms wrapped around my waist, a face rested on my back. I stiffened at the sudden touch. I turned, Y/N only loosened her grip enough for me to spin around. She looked up at me, smiling contently. Her arms still wrapped around my waist, she rested her face on my chest. She started swaying, causing us both to sway. I rested my arms over her shoulders, one hand on top of her head, under my chin.

As we were swaying, she shifted her arms from my waist to my shoulders, my arms from her shoulders to her waist. Her fingers made their way up my neck and to the back of my head, playing with the curls that day there. My hands responded, rubbing her back slowly up and down.

I wanted to hold her there forever. To kiss the top of her head. To pick her up and just hold her.

But, we work together. We're friends, mates. It can't happen. She doesn't even like me like that.

His can't happen.... Right?

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader

[starlit-serenade]

Reflection (Chapter 1)

🪞 Summary: Helping ONEUS learn and practice dancing wasn't easy. But it would be easier if Yeo Hwanwoong would stop flirting with you.

🪞 Chapter 1: 2,319 words

🪞 Pairing: Reader x Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader, DanceInstructor!Reader; Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong);

🪞 Rated: E, I think / Warnings: None, Hwanwoong being really flirty / Genre: Fluff

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

You arrive at RBW early in the morning, with your bag and your water bottle. You already changed into athletic clothes--leggings and a T-shirt--at home, so you don't have to change here, and are able to head straight to the practice room.

The practice room is empty, which isn't a surprise at all. You purposely always come in an hour or two earlier than everyone else so that you can stretch,  practice more and get into the dance mood by the time the others arrive.

You start stretching on the floor first, your legs extended to either side as you lean left, right and forward. Then you stretch your legs out in front of you and stretch forward. Then, butterfly stretch.

After you finish all of your stretching, you start practicing the dance you're about to help the members with. While you are not the main choreographer, one of your jobs is helping make it look good and helping the members pay more attention to detail.

You watch yourself in the mirror as you perform the choreography in slow motion, watching yourself closely. So closely that you don't hear the door open as you dance the center part of the chorus choreography.

"Wow, Y/N-ssi."

You look up in surprise. Yeo Hwanwoong is leaning against the wall at the back of the room, right behind you, his reflection smiling at you.

Hwanwoong.

What a man.

Him being a choreographer for ONEUS's choreographies means that he works closely with you. When you applied as an assistant choreographer and backup dancer three years ago, you expected to do just that. To help create and perfect choreographies. Which you wouldn't mind except for the fact that it seems Yeo Hwanwoong has a hobby of torturing you and your poor heart.

By that, you don't mean that he's mean. He, like his members, is very kind and sweet. He's very polite. But that man flirts with you non-stop. And you don't know if he's just doing that because it's his personality and he's playing, or if he actually likes you.

And honestly, you don't hate it. After years of working with Hwanwoong, you've definitely grown to like and admire him. Maybe you've felt a pull in your heart, a hint of feelings. He's really an impressive dancer with a heart of gold. What's not to like about him?

"Oh, Hwanwoong," you say, breathing in sharply. "Hey. You're earlier than usual."

"I couldn't wait to see you, Y/N-nim," he says, wrinkling his nose teasingly at you. He knows what he's saying. He knows what he's doing to you.

You take a deep breath to calm your poor, beating heart. "You know, Hwanwoong," you say. "I've told you, you don't have to be so formal with me. We've known each other for years. Just call me Y/N."

He smiles brightly and innocently. "Alright. I couldn't wait to see you, Y/N."

You smile. Despite the fact that he's making your heart flutter, and the fact that you know he knows you are affected like that, you can't let him know that he's doing that right now. Maybe it's a pride thing. Maybe it's like a game of tug and war with your feelings. You just like to pretend that he has no effect on you, though you both know it's not true.

"Oh? You couldn't? That's nice to hear," you say as cool as possible, turning back to the mirror. "Where are the others?"

"On their way. They stopped for drinks, I think."

"Oh. And you didn't go with them?"

He shakes his head, grinning. "Like I said, I couldn't wait to see you."

You pause, unsure of how to respond. You then nod, but Hwanwoong sees right through you. He smiles.

"You should stretch before we get started," you say. Hwanwoong nods and sits down on the floor quickly, starting with a split stretch. He grins up at you widely.

You turn back to the mirror and continue doing the dance slowly. You are very aware that Hwanwoong is watching you from behind as you dance the chorus choreography, but decide to ignore him.

After a minute of repeating the choreography over and over again, you hear the door open suddenly. You turn around and watch the last five members of ONEUS file into the room.

"Y/N-nim!" Dongju says, smiling brightly. He holds two drinks in his hand, and holds one out to you. "We got you a drink! Americano."

"Oh, thank you." You take the drink in your hand. "You know you guys don't have to be so formal. I told Hwanwoong already."

"Ah, but Y/N-nim," Dongju says, sitting with the other members to start stretching. "You're always so helpful to me. Like a teacher when it comes to dancing."

"Yes, but I learn just as much from you as you six learn from me," you say.

"Y/N," Hwanwoong says from his seated position. "When we go over our choreography, please monitor me closely. I'd like to have a flawless and powerful choreography."

You nod. "Of course."

After a while, the  members finish stretching. You have them run through the 'To Be Or Not To Be' choreography as you walk around them, observing closely for any way they could make it more impressive or be more in sync.

"Good," you say. "Seoho and Dongju, if you could have your feet more together. And if you could all bend your knees a bit more during Seoho's line after Keonhee's line, that would really emphasize the kick afterward."

You demonstrate as they watch, reminding them to pay attention to how your knees are bent. Afterward, they redo the verse, doing what you had instructed.

"Nice. Remember, it isn't the end of the world if you don't do perfectly. This choreography is very complex and busy, but these things will make it all feel more tied together," you say, smiling. "You guys are doing so amazingly."

You make sure to monitor Hwanwoong as closely as possible. Elbow at a right angle. You're supposed to have a wider stance, Hwanwoong. Sharper movements here. Rotate your torso just a bit more.

As you finish going over the four minute choreography once--which ends up taking almost half an hour--you ask them to repeat the entire dance again, keeping all of your corrections in mind as they do. You pace around them slowly, observing again for anything they miss. Again, you keep a close eye on Hwanwoong. 

At the end of the song, you're standing at the front of the room. From where Hwanwoong is standing, at the center of the room, behind Geonhak, he shoots you a wink and a smile, very different from the usual intense stare that he would give the camera at this part.

You freeze up, and feel your face getting all warm. You tear your eyes away from him, but you can feel him watching you, probably amused by how flustered he made you. You try to ignore him, nodding to the others.

"Great job! Go take a water break," you say. "We will resume in five minutes."

The members start drinking from their water bottles around the room, chatting amongst each other as they wait for the water break to end. Meanwhile, you watch yourself in the mirror as you do the choreography yourself. You can feel the members watching you intensely for anything to take away.

"Wow, Y/N-nim is so good at the choreo," Dongju says. You smile to yourself.

You've danced for a long, long time. Trained and practiced for years. Your goal was never to be an idol yourself--you just weren't cut out for the idol life--but you were interested in being someone behind the idol. A choreographer, a dance instructor or teacher. You've helped develop several choreographies from RBW, and helped train some trainees. This isn’t the first time you helped ONEUS sharpen and adjust their choreographies. Which is why you're so close to the members.

As you finish the choreography, break time comes to a close. You turn to the members, who are standing against the wall.

"Alright, are you guys ready to do the dance again? And with all of the feedback I gave you?"

"Yes, teacher-nim!" Hwanwoong says.

"Teacher-nim?!" You stare at him, flustered. He grins  proudly as you try to gather yourself. "I . . . I'm not . . . you guys' teacher," you stutter.

You shake your head and quickly turn back to the mirror and take a deep breath, ignoring Hwanwoong's gaze reflected back at you. He's smiling.

"Alright, let's go through the routine again."

The members get back to their starting positions as you prepare to start the music. You watch them dance, eyes following their movements.

"Yeo Hwanwoong, lift your feet a bit more," you call out. He nods. "Geonhak, Seoho, arms--ah, there you go. Good."

You have Hwanwoong bend down a little less at one point, so he's closer to everyone else's height. He chuckles and nods in agreement as you explain.

As they finish the dance, you applaud them. You have them go over it again and again, until it's all perfect and they've followed all of the instructions and tips you gave them. You congratulate them for working so hard. Lunch break rolls past, and the members invite you to join them as they visit a sandwich shop a couple blocks down. You nod and accompany them.

The seven of you walk together, laughing and talking about anything except dancing.

"Y/N, did you want to be an idol?" Keonhee asks from next ro to you. You shake your head.

"No. The idol life just isn't for me," you say. "I did want to be a dancer."

"Oh, you've been a backup dancer for us a couple times!" Dongju says.

"Yes. I love being a backup dancer. I've been a backup dancer for several artists," you explain, smiling. "RBW saw that my passion was in dancing, and offered to make me a dance instructor as well. And I love it. Working with trainees and choreographers, as well as experienced idols like you guys."

The seven of you arrive at the sandwich shop and order your food. You all sit around the table outside, talking more. Afterward, you all head back to the dance studio to practice the choreography a couple more times to make sure they have everything down.

As they run through the routine again, for maybe the tenth time today, you smile proudly. This time, they didn't need any correcting or any more adjustments. As they finish dancing, you applaud them.

"Well done!" you say. "I think that's good enough for today. If you would like to ask me for any help, I'll be practicing here."

The members gather their things and go to their next destinations, and you change the music to a different song--'Regulus' by ONEWE. You notice that, while five members leave to go to their dorm or elsewhere, Hwanwoong stays behind. He leans against the wall, watching you as you perform a separate choreo that you choreographed for 'Regulus' for fun. You've imagined performing it before. You are proud of it. But you aren't used to having someone watching you, much less Yeo Hwanwoong, whom you admire. You ignore him, almost shutting your eyes so you don't make eye contact in the mirror.

You stand up straight after the song has ended, and turn your head toward Hwanwoong's reflection. He's staring at you in awe, silently.

"Wow," he says quietly. "That was . . . wow."

"Wow?" You run over to pause the music on your phone before it plays the next song. Hwanwoong is still staring at you, and you laugh nervously. "Wow what?"

"Nothing. Your choreography was really pretty," he says. "Did you choreograph that yourself?" You nod. "Wow! Y/N, it's so beautiful. No wonder RBW hired you."

You bow a bit. "Thank you. Hwanwoong, were you staying to ask something?"

He pauses, then laughs a bit. "I think I was going to ask you to help me with the choreography, but now I'm just curious about your choreographies."

You shake your head. "Oh, I just do these for fun. They're nothing special."

"Just because you do them for fun doesn't mean they're not special," Hwanwoong says. "Would you be willing to teach me the one you just did?"

You blink. "I . . . I suppose I could."

He claps joyfully and walks over. "Yay!"

You start teaching Hwanwoong the choreo. The starting position is standing straight forward, hands down by your sides and head down. As the music picks up, you look up and start moving to the beat, your hands moving first and your feet following. Hwanwoong watches and copies you closely as you explain and demonstrate the dance at the same time. As you get through the entire song once, he nods.

You two run through your choreography for a second time, you watch Hwanwoong more. He moves elegantly, despite being new to the choreography. He really is a bit of a natural. Perhaps that's one of the things that draws you to him. His skill, his hard work, his passion.

After you get finished with the choreography again, the two of you are giggling together, leaning with your backs against the wall.

"Ah, Y/N, I'll need to practice this much more soon to be good at it."

"You really want to spend time on this, in addition to everything else?" you ask in disbelief. The idea that Hwanwoong would spend extra time learning and practicing a silly choreography that you made makes you feel a bit flustered.

"Of course! It's a beautiful choreography. I'd love to learn other choreographies you've made," he says.

"Well, don't let it be too distracting from your current choreography, though," you remind him. "You're still promoting your comeback, so that should be your number one priority."

He nods. "Yes, of course."

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This is my next smau. It's a Harry Potter smau. Neville X F.!Reader pairing. There's a bit of Fred X F.!Reader pairing in here. There's also Neville X Fred X F.!Reader. Title:A Muggle's Love Story

Trigger warning: Slight swearing! Mentions of sex! Will be mentions of rape! Slight abuse! If you are sensitive to these things read at your own risk!

Y/n was a muggle brought into the world of magic, at a very young age. She didn't know how to handle it. And with her older sister, her guardian being the only one who could take care of her, it proved to be difficult for her with her sister being the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, and her having to live in the world of magic. She feels a little left out, seeing as both her sisters, her older and her younger, - her twin - are wizards and she is not. But that all disappears when she meets the one person who helped her realize not everything is about that. And it's not all its cracked up to be. Neville was there for her since she was young and they became the best of friends. However, as they got older they realized their feelings were more for each other than they even orginally thought. But what happens when Neville finally has the courage and another man tries to swoop in and take him from her?

Special Edition Series Finale Two-Parter Part 21

This is the end of my Harry Potter smau. I hope you guys enjoyed this story and will stick around for the next one. Thanks for reading❤

Adelina's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I held this letter from mother in my hand. I've always been close to Albus, and I've always looked at him as my father. But I could've never imagined him being my actual father.

"Hey Lina, we're almost finished, what do you say we all go out for pizza together, before me and Jami officially leave," Y/n suggested to me.

I barely paid attention as I intently stared.

"Adelina, are you okay?" Y/n asked as she started to walk over to me.

"I can't believe this," I spoke out not taking my eyes off the letter.

"Can't believe what?" She asked beyond confused.

She stood next to me looking at the letter.

"Its a letter for me from mom - She told me who my real father is," I responded still in disbelief.

Y/n didnt say anything as she looked at Jami. I dont think she knew what to say. I took in a soft breath as I stared at Albus's name on the page.

"What does the letter say sis?" Y/n asked me curiously concerned.

I couldn't read it out loud, do to being so shocked still.

"Here,-" I handed her the letter, "You can read it out loud if you'd like," I told her.

She nodded to me. As she began I could feel more tears coming to my eyes. I crossed my arms over my stomach, gently biting on my thumbnail. Jami walked closer to me.

"Oh Adelina," Y/n spoke softly as she gave the letter back to me.

"Um, why don't you guys go ahead and go out to get pizza, I've got something, important I need to take care of," I told them.

Y/n was quiet for a minute. She rested her hand on my shoulder.

"Okay, we'll see you later, - Come on guys," Y/n spoke softly as she walked over to Neville.

I stayed quiet as Jami followed. I will do what my mother asked of me.

. . .

I knocked on Albus's office door.

"Come in,"

I gently opened the door, closing it as I walked in.

"Ah, Adelina, its nice to see your out and about after what happened, -"

A soft smile passed me.

"How are you feeling?" Albus asked me in a caring soft tone.

"Im feeling better, - Albus there's something I need to speak with you about," I told him nervously.

"Of course dear, what is it?"

"How much do you remember of my mother?"

He was quiet for a minute. A soft smile passed him as he thought.

"Yes, I remember your mother, Iris, she was a wonderful student. We helped each other a lot, -"

"Were you friends?"

"Oh yes, we were great friends,"

"Did you love her?"

He went silent for a moment as he looked at me. I could tell he wanted to hesitate, but he didnt want to hide anything from me.

"Adelina, why are you asking me these questions?"

"I found this, -"

I pulled out the letter from my mother, unfolding it.

"Its a letter from my mom written to me. Its hard to explain, here,"

I gave him the letter. He took it without saying a word, reading it to himself. I could tell he was surprised as he read it. I dont think he knew what to say.

"Yes, my dear, I loved your mother very dearly, but she fell in love with another man. I didnt want to let on to her how much it pained me to see her love another. All I wanted was what was best for her. And I had to come to terms with myself that wasnt me. I had to move on. I never found another love. After your mother I couldnt bring myself to try, -"

"Im sorry,"

"I understand her reason for not telling me she was pregnant. But I wish now that she had. I could have taken you and your daughter and your sisters in after your mother died. I always hoped I could have a part of her after she died, but I never had it. Though I always felt a stronger connection when I stood next to you, I know now that is because your my daughter, -"

Without thinking I quickly wrapped my arms around him holding him close to me. He wrapped his around me softly, giving me a soft gentle kiss to the top of my head.

"Im sorry I wasnt there for you Adelina,"

"It isnt your fault, you didnt know,"

"I have always looked at you as my own, but to find out that your my daughter makes it better,"

"I love you - Dad,"

"I love you too sweetheart,"

I leaned away from him with a smile. I motioned to the seats as I wiped the tears from my eyes. We sat down together discussing my mother. He made us a couple cups of tea with magic as we talked. I've always felt a strong connection with him. I always thought it was because of how caring he was. Now I know the real reason.

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Y/n's P.O.V.

I sighed as I stood next to Adelina in her home.

"Well, Boo, this is it, are you ready?" Adelina asked me with a teasing smile glancing at Neville and back at me.

I nodded, "Yes, - Im ready for this," I told her.

Her smile grew as she hugged me.

"Im so proud of you hon, - Never forget that,"

I smiled, "I won't,"

She leaned back looking directly at Neville.

"You better be good to her Neville,"

"Don't worry Adelina, I'll never let anything happen to her again," Neville promised.

"You better not," Adelina warned.

A nervous smile passed him. Luna walked over to me wrapping me in a tight hug.

"I'm gonna miss you Y/n," she said to me.

"I'll miss you too, but dont worry I'll still be around, and I'll keep your mom at bay with Zacharias," I told Luna.

"Good luck with that," Adelina said to me.

A chuckle left me and Luna. I walked over to Jami, who was standing next to Colby. We just stared at each other for a moment.

"Im gonna miss you so much!" We exclaimed as we threw our arms around each other.

We held each other as tightly as we could.

"You guys are literally going to be right across the hall from the other, you'll be able to see each other whenever you want," Colby practically complained.

"We're twins you wouldnt understand. We've never been apart, pretty much in our entire lives. This will be the first time we aren't sharing a room together or greeting each other in the morning, or seeing each other right before we go to bed," Jami told him.

"But its not like you're going to be moving across town away from one another. You'll literally be right across the hall," Colby told her.

Jami said nothing for a moment as she looked at him.

"Shut up," she spoke as she pushed him away.

I chuckled as I looked at Neville.

"Do you have anything to say Neville?" I asked him.

"No, sweetheart, Im good," Neville spoke up.

I chuckled once more as Jami and I hugged each other once again.

"I dont wanna leave you," Jami said to me.

"I dont wanna leave you either," I told her.

"Oh my gosh, you guys are pathetic, -"

Adelina walked over to us.

"Colby's right, you guys will be living across the hall from each other. There's no need to act dramatic," Adelina said to us.

Jami and I leaned away from each other. We both looked at her.

"Whats your excuse?" Jami asked her.

I snickered.

"I am dramatic, thats who I am," she told her.

Jami just smiled as she hugged her. Neville walked closer to me. He gently placed his hand on my back.

"Are you ready to go beautiful?" Neville asked me softly.

I smiled as I looked at him.

"Yeah, Im ready," I replied.

. . .

I smiled as I walked into Neville's apartment knowing I was moving in. Neville helped me carry my suitcases. We moved all the boxes here earlier. I stared directly at the couch as Neville closed the door. I heard him lock it. My stomach was spinning in a thousand circles from the excitement. Neville walked up behind me, placing his hands on my waist, pressing himself against me, placing a soft kiss to the side of my neck.

"You okay beautiful?" Neville asked me softly.

"Yeah, -"

I turned myself to face him.

"I just can't believe I'm actually living here with you, and that we're actually getting married in a few months," I told him.

He smiled at me before quickly pressing his lips to mine. He captured me in a passionate kiss. I smiled into his kiss as I put my arms around his neck.

"Someone's eager tonight," I spoke as I lightly bit my lip.

Neville looked directly into my eyes.

"Welcome home baby girl," he said to me softly.

I said nothing as I looked at him. I pulled him closer to me pressing our lips together once more. After everything we've been through together, its finally time for us to settle down. I may have moved in here, but this isnt my home. Wherever Neville Longbottom is, that's where my home is.

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Protective vs Possesive {Mycroft Holmes x Reader} [Part 2/?]

A/N: Sorry that it has taken me so long to get done, but I’ve finally gotten inspiration with the help of @kye06. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I was a bit iffy with it until the end, which I really love. Let me know what you think and if this should be the end or if more parts should be added!

Mycroft x Ex-Wife! Pregnant! Reader

Angst/Fluff

(Mentions of Divorce, Pregnancy, Fainting, Hospitals, Mentions of Llightly Unhealthy Weight Loss, Soft! Mycroft)

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Sherlock was sat in Bart's hospital sitting room, his hands interlaced and his chin resting upon them as he waited and waited. Each second that past felt like hours, each minute felt like days. The ticking of the clock at the corner of the room was slowly driving the man crazy.

It had only been a month and a half since you've moved into Baker Street with Sherlock and John. Every day seemed to be weighing down on you more and more. There was no more waking up to morning kisses that, Mycroft so loved to greet you with, or the smell of freshly brewed coffee. No more late-night cuddles and silent reading as you laid in his arms, smiling.

With every memory came the ghost of his touch, and with that came the guilt. You should've cherished those moments you had with him, to thank Mycroft for always ensuring your safety. Now, you couldn't even do that. The simple thought of him made you want to cry.

Yet, you were unable to think about anybody at the moment. Not while you lied, unconscious in a hospital bed while doctors and nurses tried to determine what was wrong before finally, they did.

However, Sherlock was still waiting, and he was still slowly going insane with impatience. He let only a second pass him before he cams his older brother, his blue eyes shut as he listened to the ringing of the phone.

On the other side of London, in an office, sat Mycroft Holmes, a government official who was just scribbling down a note on a piece of paper. The moon was shining in through the window, having just crept past a cloud that obscured some of its light. The auburn-haired man let out a little grunt into the glass of scotch he had just raised to his lips. A phone call was the last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment.

Nonetheless, he grabbed the device, seeing if he recognized the number before feeling a sudden sense of shock and worry as he saw his brother's name. In a quick motion, Mycroft had placed down the scotch glass while throwing on his coat as he brought the phone up to his ear.

"Sherlock?" he said through the phone, moving around his desk to gather some things. If it wasn't an emergency then at least he'd be packed and have an excuse to head home.

Sherlock let out a small sigh as he heard his brother's voice, a sound he wasn't sure that relieved him or annoyed him. "Mycroft, come down to Bart's, Y/N's in the hospital," he stated, getting straight to the point and not wanting to waste time.

Mycroft was surprised for a moment, not because Y/N was in hospital but because he was being informed that she was. "Why am I being told this? And why am I being asked to visit her?" Mycroft asked, his tone airy and yet, somehow it sounded almost cold.

"Because this was your wife Mycroft! Because the person you once loved is now lying unconscious in a hospital room, and even I don't know what's wrong! That's why Mycroft, because if Y/N had even cracked a bit of that facade you've created, then you'd care enough to see her. God forbid she took her last breath in an hour and you weren't here to say goodbye or sorry, wouldn't you want to see her one last time?!"

Mycroft was shocked by his brother's outburst. He'd been yelled at plenty of times before by Sherlock, however, never for such a severe reason. A moment passed before he said, "I'll be there in ten minutes," and hung up the phone.

True to his word, Mycroft arrived at the hospital ten minutes later, walking towards the waiting room where Sherlock no longer sat. The government official walked up to the front desk, asking what room you were in.

"294," the nurse said before Mycroft said a quick thank you and made his way down the hall, his umbrella gripped tightly in his hand. He held it at the center, his leather shoes loud against the tiled floor.

He reached the room after a bit of walking, peaking through the window to spot his brother sitting at a chair beside the bed. Mycroft didn't bother looking around to see you, knocking on the door and waiting for someone to answer it. When the door was answered, Mycroft's blue eyes caught the ones of his brother who simply nodded and let him pass.

"Is she alright?" Mycroft asked, taking a step into the room and looking over at you. He placed the umbrella off to the side of the room and took a seat once he was finished.

He hadn't seen you properly since the ordeal that took place months ago. His heart ached at the sight of your s/c skin being much paler than what it usually is. Your body was a bit skinnier than he remembered and for a moment he feared the worst.

"Has she been eating properly?" Mycroft asked his brother who remained by the door.

Sherlock shook his head slightly. "She seems to be skipping breakfast every morning," he starts. "However, thankfully she eats her other meals."

Mycroft nodded, taking you over once more. "Did the doctors tell you what was wrong?" he inquired, his eyes never leaving your body.

Sherlock made a small hum. He knew that this should be something told to his brother, as well as yourself, by a doctor, but he knew it'd eat his brother alive if he didn't tell him. "She's pregnant Mycroft," he paused for a moment, expecting to see a reaction from Mycroft. When he didn't he continued, "they said she had fainted due to stress. They suspect she doesn't know she's with child yet."

All Mycroft could give in response was a weak nod before he asked his brother to leave for a moment. Sherlock obeyed Mycroft's wishes, taking a step out and moving back towards the waiting room before leaving altogether. He knew it was best to leave them both for some time.

Mycroft had leaned back against his seat, his mind seeming to bark questions at him, some that he didn't know the answers to. He looked back at you for a moment, taking in your h/c hair and familiar features. His hand was trembling as he brought it up to brush the strands of hair that cling to your face behind your ear.

Mycroft felt guilty at that moment. Guilty for leaving you when he could have been taking care of you, holding you close and protecting you. He was angry at himself that this entire situation was caused simply because he wanted to keep you safe, and yet, of course, he was the one harming you. It was always like that.

He'd never felt such a strong urge to hold you in his life. To whisper to you softly, letting you know that he couldn't wait to be a father and that you'd make an amazing mother. Yet, you were no longer his. He'd asked for the divorce.

The sudden feeling of warm, soft skin brushing against his arm caused his blue eyes to snap up towards you, his hand moving to clutch at your instinctively. "Y/N," he breathed out softly.

You felt emotional seeing Mycroft beside you, but you did not cry. All you did was smile back before facing the heart rate monitor. "Mycroft, what's wrong? W-why are you here?" you asked, scared and confused.

Mycroft tried his best to give you a reassuring smile. It was clearly forced and strained. He was about to answer you when a doctor entered the room, both heads turning to look at them.

"Ah, Mrs. Holmes-" you'd both tensed at that, but you couldn't blame the doctor. The divorce had yet to be finalized. "I'm glad to see you're awake. We've run some tests and nothing looks to be too worrisome. As a matter of fact, the cause of your fainting, although partially due to stress, is caused by pregnancy symptoms. Congratulations," the doctor explained.

Your eyes widened as you looked at Mycroft, fear written all over your face. How would this work now that you weren't with Mycroft?

Mycroft caught onto the fear quickly and gently ran a thumb over your knuckles, trying to assure you it'd be alright. Once the doctor left the room, Mycroft turned to look into your e/c eyes.

"Mycroft, wh-what are we going to do?" you asked, your hands trembling just as much as his are.

He took in a sharp breath for a moment, looking at you. "Y/N, I-I'd happily call off the divorce if you're willing to do the same. I... I'm not sure if I've truly ever wanted it. Ever since I've said it all I've felt was misery," he stated, his voice shaky. Mycroft's never had to say something like this. He's rarely ever let his emotions be spoken so freely.

You'd brought your hand up to his cheek when a single tear slipped from his eye. It wasn't a tear full of sadness, it was one of anger and guilt... and of the loneliness he tried so hard to get rid of only to welcome it back with open arms. Now, all he wanted to do was take you into his arms.

"I'd want nothing more than that, My," you whispered, and hearing the nickname- the one that used to bring him so much warmth -nearly caused Mycroft to cry more. He didn't, instead, moving to sit on the edge of your bed before taking you into his arms and adjusting himself so that he wouldn't hurt you.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, the warmth of your body against his cool skin causing him to feel safe and at home. "I've missed you," he whispered, placing a kiss against your shoulder.

"I've missed you too My," you whispered back, carefully running your fingers through his hair. "You'll make a great father," and just the thought of it caused you to smile because you knew it'd be true.

Mycroft lifted his head a bit to look into your eyes, a soft smile on his face. "And you'll be the best mother anyone could ever have, my dear," he replied, leaning down to give you a sweet, but passionate kiss against your lips. He'd only broken apart to murmur a soft, 'I love you,' before kissing you again.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 93) "We'll Take It!!"

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Luna finds herself swigging a bottle of Paul Masson in a small, smokey apartment in Bushwick. Taking a joint from a random person, she feels the rush of familiarity hit her as she absorbs the buzz of the room. There's nothing like being in a tiny hub of musicians exchanging ideas.

"You wanna do this?" Sam asks as Luna passes her the joint.

"Yeah... I don't have a fucking electric though. I've been using Colson's, remember." Luna responds, rubbing her forehead.

"Fuck... I am really unprepared." Luna realizes suddenly and begins to panic. Thinking of how she needs to get in touch with her grandmother.

Sam catches Luna's change in facial expression. With a loud whistle, she quiets the room.

"Who's got an electric I can borrow for a minute?" She shouts into the full kitchen.

"For what?" Floats into the air.

"To fucking play, ya douche bag." Sam scoffs. "What the fuck do you think for?"

"What shit are you causing now?" Mike asks Sam as he enters the room.

"Luna only has her acoustic. We need an electric TO PRACTICE ON." She shouts the last part in to the resumed room. "Ya got one?" She asks with irritation.

"Yo. Electric. Now." Mike hollers over her head.

"Mine's in the living room." A different voice offers.

Mike throws his hands up at the solution. Sam rolls her eyes as she grabs Luna's hand, pulling her towards the living room. Luna following with the bottle in tow.

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The living room isn't posh by any means. There's amps and speakers. A drum kit is set up the way a suburban family would worship their TV. A ratty couch, lawn chairs and fold out tables are pushed to the sides all around it. It's dirty and has cockroaches with random pieces of artistic creations strawn everywhere. Making Luna happy to be home.

Luna pulls off her leather and hoodie. Dressed in a simple black T underneath. Kicking on the amp, she tunes the electric she finds. Sam getting comfortable behind the kit. Mike lighting a joint as his bass hangs off of his lean body. Luna can't help but notice him as they fuck around on their instruments for a few moments, finding their footings.

"Try it out?" She asks to their nods.

Plucking a few strings before she begins to strum specific notes. Flipping through D, C, A and G. Those being the primary chords of the song as Mike and Sam follow behind her lightly with the same melody. Luna comes in with her voice low and haunting.

🎼Tell me//What's so//Entitled//Aaaabout//Yoooou//Treating women//Cheap//Like//Yooooou need//Toooo//Why can't you//See we're//Just//As Strong as//Yooou//Come on Boy//I wanna//Hear you//Speak your//Truuuuuth🎶

The song follows a soft/hard formula. Luna's voice adds a taunting sweetness to the aggressive lyrics but rips through certain biting ones as she wails with inquisitive anger. Sam and Mike throwing out equal amounts of fierce energy through their instruments with her.

They run through IT ten or fifteen times. Tweaking different notes and lines together. Each time playing louder and with more raw passion as they become comfortable with each other and the song.

The electricity is pumping, creating a surprisingly mixed group roaring along with them by time they finish up. Many singing the song. All singing the chorus. There's definitely something undeniable in the air.

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Taking a break from practicing, Luna needs a little breathing space. Sam follows her downstairs for a cigarette. Mike behind them.

"This is either gonna be a hit or you're about to become America's Hottest FemiNazi." He declares, lighting his own Marlboro.

Sam glares at him as she pulls on her Camel. Luna just stares. Contemplating his words.

"Probably the latter, but I don't give a FUCK." Luna finally answers with a shrug before taking a drag. "They wanted a second song... They're gonna get a second song. It's not my problem if people are uncomfortable with the truth."

"I hope one of those Assholes from Chicago sees it too." Luna thinks to herself. Having practiced the song with Sam and Mike, she feels confident in how they sound and feel together. Catching the attention of others while practicing the same song over and over, she feels good about their stage presence. Performing comes naturally to Luna and she enjoys it with all her heart. She does not enjoy the rest of the nonsense that comes along with it though. "Fuck... I hope she keeps it light..." Her mind trails off. Truly only worried about the interview. Luna doesn't mind discussing politics but she hates giving up any details on her personal life and she knows that's what Ellen is going to want.

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Colson's somewhere on his way to Arizona. It's late. Casie's sleeping and he misses Luna. He had tried to call her but it rang straight through.

Stepping into the bathroom, he Snaps her. Hoping to get her attention as he wonders what she's doing.

"I fucking hate when she goes..." He sighs to himself. The double edged sword of loving an independent woman.

Looking at his schedule, he begins to formulate a plan.

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Back at Sam's, Luna changes out of her clothes. Lighting a joint, she finally reaches for her phone. Texting her grandmother about her guitar.

Finding a missed call and Snap from Colson. Missing him, she calls first. With no answer she opens the Snap, immediately snickering at it's content.

"This Motherfucker...." She thinks as she shakes her head with a huge smile and Snaps him back.

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Colson wakes up as soon as The Bus stops to a sleeping Casie and Luna's Snap. He's in Phoenix, AZ. Her, New York City.

Looking at his phone, his dick and heart rage for his woman.

"Take a shower and handle your business." He groggily coaxes himself out of bed.

Hitting the single shower, Colson strokes his massive hard on away. Thinking of Luna as he pulls on his cock. Imagining the different times he's fucked her in it's tiny stall. Her strong thighs and tight pussy wrapped around him.

Eyes closed, leaned against the wall, he strokes harder and faster. Images flying through his mind. He cums with the jolt of the memory of her teeth sinking into his neck as she had consumed his entire being.

Heady and satisfied, Colson steps out of the shower. Still missing Luna as he burns and snorts the amount of Adderall that it'll take to start his day and mission.

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Luna is so grateful to see her grandmother in MidTown. Not just because she has her electric guitar. Even though Luna's still pissed at Patti for booking her, she LOVES her Mom-Mom. It's been harder to be away from her than she'll readily admit.

"Hi!" Luna shines bright as she hugs the older punk.

The busy City streets whirl around them. All is silent in their hug. Making Luna a bit more happier to be home. Holding hands with her Mom-Mom, Sam and Mike follow behind them.

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Upstairs they're greeted by Ellen personally. Taping in NYC, she's taking full advantage of the convenient request.

"I'm so sorry to hear of Porscha's mother." Patti tells her friend as she grips her hands.

"Thank you. She's doing much better." Ellen squeezes her friend back.

"You ready, Kiddo?" She asks, turning to Luna.

"I don't know... How bad you gonna fuck with me?" She blatantly asks.

"Enh... Ya never know!!" Ellen grins as she wiggles away.

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"Come on, Peanut... We gotta hustle." Colson tells his daughter as he holds her hand.

With only their carry ons, they move quickly through LaGuardia. Ashleigh had confused the dates when talking to Luna, thinking they would be father west. Colson and Casie hopping a flight before daybreak. They're doing a lot of traveling today.

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Dressed in a baby blue slip dress, fishnets and Docs. Luna's hair is messy while she performs Nightmare on only her acoustic. Not far from the way she'd played the SNL gig with Ashley and The Boys, it's softer with only her guitar and voice wrapping around the strong lyrics.

The performance is simple and incredibly raw with no backing track. Shocking anyone who's never heard her stripped down, Luna's vocals are unforgiving as they stand alone. The emotional layers to her notes making the message loud and clear.

"WOWZA!!!" Ellen approaches her clapping after she finishes.

Looking into the camera, Ellen tells her audience They'll Be Right Back With That Brooklyn Bitch. Luna taking her guitar off and standing up from the stool she'd been sitting on.

"That was amazing!" Ellen exclaims to Luna as they take a commercial break.

"Thank you!" Luna beams as she gives her a hug.

Walking over to check on her grandmother, she can't find her. Only Sam and Mike. They don't know where she is. Being called back for the interview, Luna shrugs it off.

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"And we're back with That Brooklyn Bitch." Ellen ques them from the commercial break. "Who just performed her #1 single Nightmare featuring Halsey." Ellen turns to Luna. "Congratulations. It's such an incredibly powerful song. Now, I understand all the proceeds go to the Yellowhammer organization? How'd you become involved with that?" Ellen asks Luna before looking down at her notes and back up again.

Smiling, Luna Thanks Ellen. She feels so uncomfortable in the bright studio and white chair.

"Yes. All proceeds go through Yellowhammer.... Uhm, Halsey and I linked up with them last month when Alabama decided that a group of men should have the final say on what happens with things that they don't have." Luna states.

Leaning back and moving both of her hands in circular motions to showcase her abdomen and vagina. Making sure to drive her point home.

"There are only THREE Planned Parenthoods currently functioning in the ENTIRE state. They are being used to provide anything from birth control to STI testing to cancer screenings. Since the government wanted to pull their funding, Yellowhammer has been able to provide the cash flow to keep them open. So, THANK YOU to everyone who has DONATED. STREAMED. Or BOUGHT. ANY. Of the Nightmare merch. WHICH SOLD OUT!!! THANK YOU!!!" She exclaims, moving her hands around in amazement.

Luna looks directly into the camera with her words. She may not like it but as said before, she knows how to speak to people. And give good plug.

"Everyone who has supported this song is in some way, in turn, supporting the women of Alabama, and the US, the RIGHT to make choices for ourselves and the separation of body and state... Which shouldn't even be a THING. Sooo.... again, THANK YOU." Luna says firmly with immense gratitude still talking with her hands. Emphasizing certain words as the audience applauds her. If she's going to be forced onto television, Luna figures she'll utilize it the best she can. Ellen applauds her also before digging into the celebrity gossip.

"The video is pretty iconic too. You've got A LOT of powerful women with you.... How did you get so many famous faces to match up their schedules to shoot that?" She asks with intrigue.

It wasn't just Luna. Or Ashley and Luna. It was all of them and it was pretty fucking amazing. Setting an unknown president inside people, women and the Industry that weekend.

"That was an act of the universe, honestly. They passed the law Friday morning. Halsey and I had the song written within an hour and recorded it before the end of the day. We both sent out rough copies that night to all of our friends, inviting them and anyone else who wanted to come to the shoot the next day. Like, no one's manager talked to anyone else's. We just had a major group chat going on." Luna laughs. "That EXPLODED.... I mean, I don't know Beyoncé personally.... so when she arrives on set unannounced, you KNOW that this thing you're doing is WAAAY bigger than you thought it was." Luna looks at Ellen with eyes wide in pure wonder and satisfaction.

Ellen nods. She's always liked Luna and respects how she seems to follow in both of her grandparents social rebellion.

"That's pretty amazing and as you all know... It speaks volumes..." Ellen says before Luna cuts her off.

"It is. And it's exciting on so many levels because if this song can speak SO loudly and it's context resonates so hard that it's at the forefront of the pop music... That means we're TALKING. That means we know there's a problem to fix and we're angry about it. And Ellen, you know, with anger comes change. That's what we want. Change. Equality. Simple fundamental rights. Girls don't just wanna have fun. We wanna... We want to. And DESERVE to stand beside those who think they're inclined to make major decisions that effect tons of people who aren't like them." Luna shrugs as she ends her stance.

Not realizing how quickly Luna can  bend a conversation to her will, Ellen struggles a bit to regain control of the interview.

"No. What you're doing is admirable. You are me but for women's rights." Ellen let's out a light chuckle. "So.... I do wanna play Five Truths with you. I'm gonna ask you five questions and you have to answer them truthfully." Ellen in informs Luna.

"Motherfucker...." Luna thinks as she shakes her head at Ellen with a nervous grin.

"Number One.... And remember I've known you long enough to know if you're lying." Ellen smirks at her.

Luna can't help but roll her eyes as she sighs.

"Number One?" She asks Ellen as she perks up her shoulders and sets her hands in her lap.

"Nuuuumber One... What's your real name?" Ellen stares her in the eyes.

"What??" Luna asks, completely caught off guard.

"What is your legal name?" Ellen cocks her eye.

Luna glares at Ellen.

"Luna Adelaide Smith." She answers leerily.

"I knew that..." Ellen smirks.

"I KNOW you did." Luna shoots back sarcastically.

"I had to see if you'd tell the truth or not." Ellen brushes her off with thrown hands. "Number Two... What's your favorite thing to eat?"

"Cheeseburgers." Luna answers without a thought.

"Number Three.... What happened to your grandmother's pottery bowl?"

With this Luna reels back with a scowl. Now understanding what this fucking game is about. Sighing, she shakes her head with a smile.

"You guys think you're slick." She snarks back.

Turning to the audience. Thumb jerked towards Ellen. Luna scans the room for Patti. Surprisingly, she still can't find her. Sending a weird feeling of What? Why? And Where The Fuck Are You??? Pulsating through Luna.

"She's friends with my Mom-Mom. What you're witnessing here, is a homemade lie detector test. On TV. YAY ME." She chuckles with an eye roll. Luna flashes her jazz hands. "For the PARENTS out there." She continues. Now pointing. Finger guns flaring at anyone in her range. Live or recorded. "NO. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME." Luna deadpans with another light laugh, hands thrown up as her brilliant smile shines with irritated intensity. "We won't tell you anything." Her shrug showcasing her honesty and irritation.

Ellen leans up grinning. Knowing she's been caught. Looking up at Patti, she proceeds.

"Five Truths...." She reminds Luna with a chuckle.

"Fine." Luna sighs. "My grandma took a trip to London when I was like 15yrs old. I was really irresponsible and had a house party. Some kids broke it on accident. I'm really sorry, Mom-Mom." She answers.

Only giving the details she wants, as always. Ellen glances into the audience to her friend's nod of approval. What Luna didn't reveal is that she took part in the breaking a also. Trying to turn it into a bong. Kids do stupid shit.

"Okay... Number Four. What's your biggest fear?" Ellen continues.

"Deep sea diving." Luna answers.

"Really?" Ellen looks at her inquisitively.

"Yeah... The idea of not being able to reach the surface with an empty tank freaks me out. I even get nervous coming up in the pool off the high di..." Luna tries to explain as the top from the table between them flies up.

"RAAAWWWWWWRRRR!!!!" Shouts someone as they burst out of it.

"MOTHAFU..." Explodes out of Luna's mouth. Shocking the shit out of her, she jumps back in her seat. Drawing up both fists, she almost swings before she recognizes the laugh.

Ellen watches as Luna freaks out, exploding into laughter herself.

"BUUUUNNY!!!" Luna shouts in shock and relief as Colson climbs out of the box.

Laughing, he smothers her with his body and kisses. Confused, she kisses him back before pulling away.

"What are you..." Luna looks around perplexed. "Where's Case?" She asks as he perches himself on the arm of her chair.

"She's with your grandmom." He kisses her head after pointing into the crowd.

Sure enough, Casie is sitting right next to Patti. Grinning and waving at Luna.

"Heey Dilla!!" Luna exclaims when she finds them. "What are you guys doing here?" She asks, turning back to Colson.

"Ash mixed up the dates, so we popped out to support you and check out the listing." Colson explains, melting Luna's heart.

"I fucking love you." Luna whispers as she touches his face and reaches up for another kiss.

"Aren't you two cute!!" Ellen gushes while still laughing. "We'll get back to that but first... Last question. Number Five.... Who is the most influential person in your life?" Ellen continues to question Luna.

"These bitches are ridiculous...." Luna thinks to herself.

"Am I supposed to..." Luna tries to ask a question.

"Five Truths..." Ellen let's escape through her laughter. "Most influential person in your life?"

"What the fuck is happening???" Luna is so completely out of her element.

"Uh... Crap... There's so many who make me, Me." She looks up at Colson. "But... I mean, my Mom-Mom. She top notch gave me my core being." Luna answers honestly.

Ellen smiles before teasing her about saying That just to make Patti happy.

"I'm not. I love my Mom-Mom, Man." Luna shakes her off with a pure grin.

"So, you love your grandmom. What about this guy?" Ellen asks pointing at Colson. "I heard you two are getting married soon..."

Luna looks up at a beaming Colson. He's sitting on the left side of her chair, where he jumped out to scare her, right arm resting carelessly around her where it belongs. Luna can't get a word out.

"Yeah." Colson answers for the both of them.

This perks Ellen up. She loves unexpected details.

"Oooh yeah?? When you kids gonna do it?" She asks the question most of the world already knows.

"Fuuuuuck my liiiiiiife....." Luna thinks, feeling incredibly exposed. "There are people I still need to tell....." Her mind worries.

"EstFest. Come one. Come all....." He looks down at Luna.

Her hands are between her thighs and he can feel the anxiety tensing in her shoulders as he notices her knee rocking. Colson strokes the back of her hair, calming her soul.

"What is this EstFest?" Ellen inquires.

Colson goes on to describe the festival. Detailing Mod's set and the extra day added. Along with the waterslide and thousands of other activities. Ellen commenting that it sounds a lot crazier than her own wedding.

"You two have a Top 10 single also, correct?" Ellen is now interviewing them together.

"Yes. Bad Things." Luna finally speaks. "It's off his Hotel Diablo album which drops July 5th." Always plugging. Making Colson kiss the top of her head again with pride.

"Think we could get a performance?" Ellen coaxes.

"And drop the other?" Luna bargains.

"No." Ellen shuts her right down.

Looking back up at Colson, Luna shrugs. They discuss On Air with Ellen how they'd do it before she takes them out for another commercial break. Promising a performance to her excited audience.

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"I can't believe you're here!!" Luna tells Colson as she wraps her arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest.

"I go where you go, Kitten." He grins. Lifting her chin to plant a solid kiss on her lips.

"Fuck, I love him." She thinks as his words stick to her heart.

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"And now... That Brooklyn Bitch and Machine Gun Kelly with Bad Things." Ellen introduces them.

Luna and Colson are sat together behind a piano that the producers had found for them. Exchanging knowing looks, he pecks her cheek as she begins to play.

🎼I know//I'm outta my head//But I haven't lost my mind//How is that you know//The Bad Things I like//Oh Bunny, I can't explain it//What can I say//It's kismet, Ain't it?🎶

Luna opens with the chorus, Colson coming in strong behind. His hand is on her thigh as she continues playing the melody on the piano. They share the mic when they sing to each other about tattoos and Wanting Each Other Forever.

Their performance is really sweet and incredibly intimate. Both ab libbing lyrics at different points. Grinning at each other from start to finish. Anyone can feel the genuine love that radiates between the two of them.

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Back in the Hot Seat, Luna and Colson are now sat on a loveseat together talking to Ellen.

She asks how they met. Colson happily telling the story of The Girl in the Cheetah Print Coat as Luna blushes.

"But you really only met in April and you're getting married in July?" Ellen grills them.

Looking at Colson, Luna shrugs with a smile. "When you know you know." She answers.

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Back OnStage, now with Sam and Mike. Luna tunes her guitar as the lights go down. Stepping up to the mic she begins the simple chords.

They start off low and haunting. Luna curling her voice around the lyrics like a sly cat.

🎼Tell me//What's so//Entitled//Aaaabout//Yoooou//Treating women//Cheap//Like//Yooooou need//Toooo//Why can't you//See//We're just as Strong//As yooou//Come on Boy//I wanna//Hear you//Speak your//Truuuuuth🎶

Keeping with the beat Luna changes the tone of her voice. Making it sound sweet and inquisitive around the nasty lyrics.

🎶Did we//Ask you for IIIIT//When we begged//Was it//Niiice//While we//We're asking//For IIIT//Did we//Beg you twiiice🎶

Sam and Mike kick in a little harder as the pop punk melody flows. Luna's voice picking up a hint of aggression. Growling certain lyrics.

🎶Anytime we try to//Go out and have//Some fuuuun//We can feel//Your eyes//Wishing for//Xray visiooooon🎶

Belting now, Luna's voice is raw. Angry and taunting. The Band roaring behind them.

🎶MOTHER NATURE//GRANTED YOU//A GUUUUUNNN//WHEN WILL YOU// LEARN TO CONTROL//YOUR WEAPOOOOON🎶

Colson is standing off to the side with Ellen. "She's fucking incredible." He thinks as he watches her rip through the song strong and confident.

The Band drops down low as Luna softens. Pretty voice still holding it's snarl.

🎶Did we//Ask you for IIIIT//When we begged//Was it//Niiice//While we//We're asking//For IIIT//Did we//Beg you twiiice🎶

Mike hits a small bass solo as Luna hums along with him. Sam and her jump back in with him in time for Luna to hit the unforgiving bridge.

🎶They say//If you//Dress like That//It means//You waaant IT//And//I can dooo//What III want//Toooo//And//If you//Act like Thaaaat//It means//You waaant IT//So I can//Taaaake from//Yooou🎶

Luna runs a guitar solo over top of Sam and Mike before they kick in their hardest. Each note and lyric getting stronger and more raw as they play. Luna wailing her point across.

🎶BUT//We're not//Asking for IIIT//We just wanna//Live our liiives//You're who's//Begging for IIIIT//Learn to stop//At once//No need to ask//TWIIICE//YEAH//WE'VE BEEN ASKING// FOOOR IIIT//WE'VE BEEN BEGGING//OUR WHOLE LIIIIIVES//WE'RE DONE//ASKING FOOOR IIIT//DEMANDING OUR RESPECT//WE'RE DONE PLAYING//Niiicce//Ooohh//Oooohhh//Ooohhh🎶

The tune coming to an abrupt soft end. Luna cooing over the last few chords. Ellen is shocked by Luna's performance as she claps them out to another commercial break.

"Holy shit, Luna." She says approaching her with wild eyes. "I don't know if The Network will let us run that."

"Be a shame if they didn't." Luna simply shrugs.

Colson comes up from behind, lifting her off the ground. Layering the back of her neck with kisses. "You were fucking amazing!!" He breathes into her hair.

Turning around, she thanks him with a warm embrace and deep lip lock. Just as Casie and Patti come up to them.

"Looney!!" Casie shouts as Luna turns to squeeze her tightly.

"Oh, LunaBug. I'm so proud of you!!" Patti gushes as she hugs her grandmother.

Once Luna changes and they collect their things, they say Goodbye to Ellen before hitting the street.

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Outside, Luna introduces Colson to Mike. They make pleasantries as Patti hails a cab.

The next stop on Colson and Casie's Traveling Adventure is Brooklyn Heights to check out the brownstone Luna's interested in.

Luna and Sam say GoodBye to Mike. Luna Thanking him for His Help. Mike telling her No Problem, to Hit Him Up if She Ever Needs a Bassist.

Colson watches and feels a burst of jealousy when Mike pulls her into his body with one arm wrapped around her tiny waist. He glances at Colson over her head as he squeezes her tightly against him.

"Did that motherfucker just...." Colson's brain is about to explode as Patti ushers them into the cab.

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Monica meets them at the brownstone. It is beautiful. Newly renovated with the original wood molding and pocket doors. Casie runs through laughing as her voice and footsteps vibrate off the high ceilings, wooden floors and natural acoustics.

Sam wanders after Casie as the realtor shows Colson, Luna, Monica and Patti specific amenities and features. There's a small hidden yard in the back. Tucked under Colson's arm, Luna thinks it's perfect.

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"Christen it?" Colson asks with a devious grin as he scoops Luna up.

They're in the master bathroom. Kissing all over her neck as she wraps her legs around his waist. Pulling her closer to him, he kisses her mouth as I Missed Yous escape between the two of them.

"I caaaan't." Luna pouts. "I'm on my period..."

"I hate that fucking thing." Colson complains.

"I know, Bunny..." Luna says as she slips off the sink. "Doesn't mean I can't do Bad Things to you." She continues coyly.

Undoing his belt and jeans, Colson shimmies out of them. Luna running her hands up his bare thighs as she kisses on his collarbone. Looking up into his eyes, she's just as devious.

"We can still christen it." She grins.

Pulling his briefs down with her as she drops to her knees. Colson leans back against the wall as Luna licks up, down and all around his hard cock. Soaking him before slipping his huge member into her warm mouth.

"Ahhhh. Fuuuuck, Kitten...." He groans in pleasure as he runs his fingers through her hair.

Using both her hands to work his sopping dick, Luna glides him along the sides and rim of her mouth. Rolling her tongue on his head as he reaches the entrance. Sucking fiercely. Pushing him in deeper when he hits the back of her throat. Holding him there as she sucks with force and hums. Knowing that's the ticket.

"Fuuuuckkkkk." Colson cums in her mouth.

"Hey Dad..." Casie's voice floats through the bathroom door as it begins to open.

Scared shitless, Colson throws his left arm against the door. Luna's still on her knees. Slightly paralyzed with a bit his cum still lingering on her bottom lip.

"Be right out, Case!! Go find Pat!!" He shouts looking down at Luna.

"Okay..." The little girl's voice drifts away.

Looking up at him, Luna sucks the remainder of him off her lip. Even though he just came, her actions make him ache to be inside of her.

"When the FUCK are you gonna learn to lock the God Damn door?" She asks as she shakes her head with a smirk.

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"WE'LL TAKE IT!!" Luna and Colson say in unison as they come bounding down the stairs.

"Yeah?" Asks the realtor. "Do you still wanna see the stu..." Luna cuts her off with her hand up. Knowing she wants to keep that space to herself.

"Not today. We want this one though definitely." She says confirming her and Colson's wants.

"Okay...." The realtor nods.

They talk a bit about closing. Luna not feeling the need to pay attention while Monica works out logistics. Agreeing both of their names will be on the deed, they expect to be able to close before the end of the month.

Strolling around together, Luna's arm is around Colson's waist. His around her shoulders as they admire their new home.

"We have a home, Bunny." She beams up at him.

"And pets..." He reminds her.

"Oooh fuck, yeah we do. I mean if they're still alive..." She realizes with worry.

"They are. Jillian, my cleaning lady cleans their bowl and feeds them each week when she comes by." He reassures her.

"Really???" She looks at him with undying love. "You're so fucking awesome." She declares as she tip toes to kiss him.

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Back out onto the pavement, Casie looks up at the brownstone. "We're gonna live here?" She asks.

"Kinda..." Luna begins to answer. "It's like Daddy's house in LA... Now when we come to NY, you'll have your own bedroom instead of us having to sleep in a hotel." She explains.

"Cool." Casie nods. "So now I live in Cleveland, LA AND NEW YORK CITY." She grins.

Luna living for and loving the content on her Dilla's face. "Yup. You're bi-coastal, Baby!!!" She says with a laugh.

"What's that mean?" Casie questions her as a cab pulls up.

Having to be back in Phoenix before 8P, Colson scoots Casie into the back seat with promises of explaining once their on their way after she's hugged Luna.

Taking her into his arms, Colson kisses Luna lightly. A pleased smile playing on his lips.

"Pets. A home. Marriage. You think you can handle all this Mainstream Living, there Riot Grl?" He teases Luna in between kisses.

"With you. Absolutely. We do what we want. Twist Norman Rockwell to fit our punk view." She grins as she kisses him back.

There aren't any other words that need to be said between them. One Look holds it all. They kiss each other firmly and passionately before separating.

Colson touching her key as him and Casie make their way to JFK back to Arizona. Luna rolling her padlock between her fingers as she hops in a separate cab with Sam and her grandmother. They're headed to see about wedding dresses.

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To be continued......

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[bbrandy2002]

The Breakfast Club Chapter 8

The Royal Romance AU

Summary: sex and drugs (that pretty much sums it up). This a light hearted chapter before the fireworks of the final two.

Warning: sexual content, drugs and mentions of abuse.

Characters belong to Pixelberry and some dialogue by John Hughes.

Song inspiration:

Drake, Olivia and Maxwell are halted at the corner of a corridor, having returned from Drake's room with pot. Vernon is standing outside of the library and returning to the office directly  across the hall. Even with the guard in the office, he has a direct view of the door.

As the trio scramble to come up with something quickly, Drake has an idea that may be dangerous, but, feels it's worth the risk. He motions for them to follow and leads them to the end of the hall. He opens a supply closet and inspects a large ventilation duct in the ceiling. Olivia stands there with her mouth agape, "Walker, you are fucking crazy if you think I'm getting in that". Drake begins moving a steel ladder in place, "Then share your grand plan with us Liv...I know this palace inside and out, trust me on this".  

Olivia scoffs at him, "Trust you? You've been a jackass and boozing since we arrived this morning".

Olivia and Maxwell look to each for confirmation from the other that this will not end disastrously.

Drake loosens the vent cover and it swings down. He turns to face both and explains there is two more vent covers on the second tier of the library; they will open one, hop on top of the book shelf and climb down. Olivia is still hesitant and feels it is too dangerous, but, Drake and Maxwell are are going regardless. She shakes her head and lets out a heavy breath, "Whatever, let's just get this over with."

Maxwell, being the tallest, climbs in first. Olivia gives Drake a killers stare as she begins her ascent up the ladder. He follows behind her, grabs her legs and boost's her up. Drake then makes his way inside the vent.

He grabs his cell phone and turns the flashlight on, directing Maxwell to keep moving. As Maxwell leads the group, he starts to giggle to himself, "Hey guys, tell me if you've heard this one....Lady Penelope walks into a bar with a poodle in one hand and a two foot salami in the other, bartender says 'well I guess you won't be needing a drink, Lady Penelope says.....OH SHIT!!!!!!...." The ventilation flooring under Maxwell gives way and he crashes through the ceiling, landing hard on the floor below him.

Olivia immediately stops moving and looks down, with concern, through the gaping hole. She discovers Maxwell on the second floor of the library and yells down, "Maxwell, are you okay?"

Maxwell staggered on the floor for a moment, glanced over himself, then nodded, "I think so, but, remind me never to tell a joke about Penelope again".

Olivia assessed her situation, "How the hell am I supposed to get down now?

Drake remained quiet; with Olivia leaning over, he was able to see her ass cheeks hugging through her pink, lacy panties. She turned her head around and noticed his eyes widened and focused under her skirt. She kicked him in the shoulder and he jerked up, hitting his head. With the weight and sudden movements, the floor under them feel in.

Maxwell was able to move before they both crashed to the floor beside him, immediately jumping in to come to their aid.

Both were shaken up and needed a moment to just breathe, but, not seriously injured. Maxwell helped Olivia to her feet, who then bent over punching Drake several times for his inappropriate staring.

He raises his arms to protect himself, "It was an accident".

She screams back at him, "You're such an asshole.."

Drake stands, dusts himself off and limps slightly over to Maxwell, "So, Ahab...Kybo Mein Doobage..."

Maxwell reaches into his pants and pulls out the joints, still in the baggie.

Drake walks to the railing, sits down on the floor and gets his lighter out.

Maxwell looks to Olivia who keeps her focus on Drake. She's apprehensive, wanting to try it too, extremely curious, but, anxious.

Drake lights the joint, take's a hit and relaxes back into the railing. He gives her a questioning look and holds the joint out towards her, "You in, Red?".

With a determined looked, "I'm in".

Maxwell rubs his hands together excitedly, "OooHhh Yyyeeaaahhh...".

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Liam takes Riley's hand and begins leading her through the Palace at a quick step.

She laughs at his persistence, "Liam...where are we going? What about...Twat Muffin?".

He chortles, "I have to show you something and there's not a lot of time......also, it was Twat, Waffle".

Still holding her hand, basically pulling her along, they make their way up to the King's chambers and into Liam's bedroom.

Riley takes it all in with amazement, "Don't you think..this..is a little too soon?".

He stops at his dresser and quickly opens the top drawer, pulling out a tiny, blue velvet, ring box.

He opens it up and shows her what's inside. She looks carefully, "It's a pearl".

He has a nervous smile and his breathing becomes heavier, "Riley...". He can barely get his words together, "tomorrow, it will be announced at the ball in honor of my birthday... that I will officially be betrothed to Countess Madeleine...my father is making the agreement as we speak."

She swallows hard and her smile fades, "then...what about...our moment just now?".

He shakes his head and moves her to his bed, both sitting side by side. He takes the pearl out of the box and places it in the middle of her palm, closing her hand around it.

He grips her fisted hand and stares into her eyes, "I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow, I certainly don't want it, but, before my father returns in a few hours, I have to give you something my brother found while we were swimming in Italy last year. I have to give this to someone special and I doubt after tomorrow, I'll get that opportunity. This moment.... it's all I have."

She looks down at her hand. Her mind is racing with so many thoughts...she's with the Prince of Cordonia, he is pouring his heart out to a girl like her, it's all unreal and she never wants it to end. She looks up at him with glassy eyes and a wispy voice, "Then, let's make it special."

Liam takes her to the balcony off of his bedroom. Standing behind her with arms around her waist, he points out his mothers garden and tells her stories of his misspent youth in the maze. They dance to music that only the two of them can hear, a sweet melody that comes from their hearts. As he lifts her into his arms for a twirl, he holds her close, never wanting this new feeling to leave. Liam hasn't been this happy since his mother was alive and doubts he ever will again.

Riley wonders how a girl from the wrong side of town, is here, at this place, experiencing this moment. Two nights ago, she was living with a drunk mother and stepfather....her mother's fifth husband. She had always served as her mothers caretaker; she picked up the pieces when her mother was beaten, cooked dinner each night, cleaned the house, whatever was needed to keep her happy. Each man her mother mindlessly brought into the home was angry, wild, and good for nothing; Riley experienced her fair share of physical abuse and a mother who pretended it didn't exist. Her current stepfather, however, crossed the line and Riley had to leave. Her mother had passed out and he set his sights on her. She fought him off as he gropped and beat her; she had no choice but to run away. Riley always felt like the garbage her home life was. When Constantine called her a whore, it was a word she had been called for as long as she could remember; it never stopped hurting.

Her ruffled skirt swayed with each turn. Her long, brown hair swept with the wind and her smile lit up her entire face. To Liam, she was perfect in every way.

His lips found her neck and gently placed kisses down to her collar bone. She absorbed each one as her hands ran through his hair. Every kiss and touch they shared was slow and methodical. They memorized every single feature and sensation, holding onto what would soon be only a beautiful memory.

Liam caressed her arms and gazed at her with longing, "I've never...you know".

She kissed him softly and smiled, "I haven't either".

His head was spinning as he held her hand and led her to his bed, "are you sure?"

She nodded, "yes".

He didn't know where to start, he could only think about how much he wanted to feel her... to be one with her.

Her hands shook as she reached for the buttons on her shirt, mentally preparing herself, it being her first time too.

He watched in awe as her chest was exposed, sweat already pooling on his forehead.

He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. She ran her delicate fingers over his muscled chest, as he hesitated briefly before cupping her breast.

They both were breathing heavy with anticipation and nervousness; perhaps, stalling somewhat in removing their bottoms.

Riley inhaled deeply then removed her skirt and panties, blushing as she kicked them aside. Liam ran his hands over her bare flesh, taking every portion of her in.  She swore she was in a dream, his touch took her away and the ecstacy she felt sent chills throughout her body.

She sat on his bed and situated herself back to get into a comfortable spot. He watched with eyes widened, keeping his focus on her, while he removed his pants and underwear.

He moved himself on top of her, careful not to put too much weight down. He leaned in placed a small kiss her nose, "You're so beautiful".

Both of them heaving, she opened herself to him. He reached down and rubbed himself along her opening until she was wet enough.

He slowly inserted himself, only stopping when she winced. She waited a moment, adjusted herself,  before allowing him to continue.

Time stood still as the two shared in the most sacred and loving act of their young lives. It was a mixture of pleasure and senses; a passion, they both elicited in the other. There was a feeling of completeness, that both had always longed for. Every single second was poetry in motion, yet, a bittersweet song.

*******

Laughter fills the air of the library as the trio sit in a circle enjoying their time. Maxwell is blowing smoke rings and eating them, "Chicks, cannot hold der smoke!  That's  what it is!".

An already stoned Olivia takes another hit and coughs, "Like...I'm so popular...I'm the most popular girl in all of Cordonia...like everyone loves me."

Drake watches her with amusement, "Poor baby", he says sarcastically.

Maxwell crawls over to Olivia and falls into her lap. Olivia looks down at his face and starts laughing hysterically, "Max-well, booga booga...SALAMI!!!".

Drake looks down at the joint in his hand, "phew...this is some strong shit".

For the next ten minutes, they go from breakdancing with Maxwell, gazing in admiration at the hole they caused in the ceiling, singing campfire songs with Drake and poking at the mole on the back of Maxwell's neck, swearing they see a face on it.

"Where the hell are our drinks?"

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