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avewritesmr · 3 years

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Stray kids reaction to y/k having tattoo sleeves? 🙏🏻 I’ve seen reactions where they specified a couple tattoos but I wanna know what their reaction would be with someone that has sleeves. Or wants to get more tattoos (; also could some of the settings be like on a date? Like during the stage where they’re getting to know y/k?) thnx 💓

Reaction to boyfriend who has a tattoo sleeve

A/N: So I only did three members (picked at random) to avoid this getting repetitive, I think I strayed a little off topic, not sure, but please let me know what you think of it anonie, I loved writing it, and I am so sorry it has taken me so long to write it, all the love and in hopes of having more time to write now that college application and decision time is coming to a wrap 💖

Seo Changbin (Implied NSFW Content)

y/n and Changbin meet on the coldest day of winter, it’s literally freezing and the entire city is basically iced over.

y/n is the new producer at JYP and it just so happens that Changbin is asked to work with y/n on a project.

At first Changbin is really skeptical, y/n is this quiet, kind of scary looking person and he communicates through glaring and frowning instead of words.

Then Changbin starts to slowly get to know him and things change, he finds out that y/n isn’t rude or scary and they get pretty close throughout the time they are working on the project.

When they are no longer work colleagues and the project is complete, Changbin works up the courage to ask y/n out on a date.

They don’t officially date or anything for a while, they go out together on a couple dates and hang out, they spend lots of time together and it is very obvious they are both basically in love with each other.

y/n doesn’t try to hide his tattoos or anything, Changbin’s seen a few of them, the one on the side of his neck and the ones on his wrists and knuckles but he’s never seen the whole thing.

Then one day they’re sitting in Changbin’s studio and somehow y/n spills an entire thing of iced coffee on himself and he’s only wearing a long sleeved shirt.

Changbin has a spare shirt from dance practice so he goes to grab it and in the meantime y/n pulls his dirty shirt off.

Changbin finds the shirt in a drawer and turns around to give it to y/n and he just freezes.

y/n doesn’t even notice him staring, he takes the shirt offered to him and slips it on going back to whatever he was doing before while poor Changbin stares on in shocked silence. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You have so many tattoos.” Changbin mutters quietly.

y/n smiles slightly, “You don’t like them?”Changbin shakes his head quickly, he loves them, if he had wanted to kiss y/n before now he wants to jump the other man’s bones, he thinks they are hot and such a turn on.

y/n seems to understand as much and he goes out of his way after that to put them on display even though it’s still freezing outside.

Changbin isn’t complaining (at first), after a while he just finds himself staring at y/n’s tattoos, they aren’t even officially dating so he can’t just grab y/n’s arms and trace over the tattoos or ask the older to do anything to him.The whole thing leads to a lot of frustration on Changbin’s end and a lot of amusement on y/n’s.

“You know you can look at my tattoos if you want, you don’t need to look away every time I look in your general direction.”Changbin’s cheeks flare read but he hesitantly moves to sit closer to y/n and runs the tips of his fingers across one of the many tattoos.

“They’re so hot.” Changbin slaps a hand over his mouth as soon as the words leave it, y/n on the other hand finds this hilarious.

“Are they?” He is so close to Changbins face and his arm has moved to wrap around Changbin’s waist.Changbin remembers every thought he’s ever had about y/n’s hands and the tattoos and what he wants the older to do to him and he can see all the tattoos so close that it makes everything so much worse.

y/n’s smirk is enough to convince him to move towards the older and pull the other’s arm around his waist, he has no idea where the confidence comes from but at this point he has nothing to lose and he’s been fantasizing for way too long anyways.

Things end up so much better than he had every dreamed of and he has to concede that tattoos are the hottest thing ever, especially when they’re y/n’s and they stand out on white knuckles that hold Changbin’s hips down.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin loves tattoos, he thinks they're cool and the moment JYP lets him get a tattoo (I am not sure if he already has a tattoo tbh) he is getting a tattoo because tattoos are just so cool.

So why doesn't Hyunjin know that his boyfriend (of like 4 months) has enough tattoos to cover 90% of the skin on his right arm? Simple, answer.

y/n is an idol, he isn't aloud to show his tattoos on national television, and since a lot of his initial interactions with

Hyunjin had been backstage at music shows...

music shows = no tattoos being shown.

So let's go back to the beginning to get a clear picture

Hyunjin and y/n first meet at a music show backstage, Hyunjin has heard of y/n but he hasn't really seen pictures of the other that often and now he is face to face with probably the most attractive person he has met in a long time.

y/n is leaning against a wall in the hallway outside the bathroom in a beautifully tailored suit and Hyunjin, who is walking out of the bathroom, is completely enamored by this man that he might know the name of but can't be sure.

person walks past Hyunjin and y/n shoves his phone into his pocket talking happily to said person before they disappear down the hallway.

Detective Hyunjin mode = activated.

His detective work involves a quick google search to identify what group y/n is in and confirm his name, turns out he was right about the name and so he spends the next 2 hours of waiting before he has to preform just scrolling through pictures and tweets about y/n.

He resolves that day that he needs to talk to the other no matter what it takes, he just needs y/n's number.

His first plan is to recruit Jisung and Jeongin's help because they tend to find talking to new people easier and maybe he won't be as awkward if he talks to y/n with other people present.

This plan falls through very quickly because instead of helping all Jeongin and Jisung do is laugh at him.

He turns to his second (and last) plan.

Lee Minho is 2 months older than y/n, so maybe by some stroke of luck Minho knows y/n, or someone in his group, and Hyunjin can maybe convince Minho to help him start a conversation with the other.

Hyunjin is in luck, not only is Minho more empathetic about his hardships than Jisung and Jeongin but he just so happens to know y/n well enough to be able to walk up to him and strike up conversation.

Hyunjin follows Minho with gradually decreasing confidence. Sure he is going to get the chance to talk to y/n, which is what he wanted, but what the hell is he going to say?

Should he just ask for the others number?

Just introduce himself and maybe y/n will ask for his number? Maybe he can just turn around now and run away before this gets particularly embarrassing for him?

Maybe the floor underneath him will open up and swallow him whole because good lord y/n just smiled in his general direction and why are there so many people in this area at this specific time?

Turns out y/n wasn't smiling specifically at him, he was smiling more at Minho.

"This is Hyunjin, he wanted to tag along."

"Hey, I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." Maybe his smile will kill Hyunjin before he remembers how to talk.

"uhh-hh, yes I know, I- uh, Hyunjin." God why was that so awkward someone save him, where did Minho walk off to? who is that? why did he take Minho away from him?

"Are you okay?"

"yeah, yeah, I am good." god he needed salvation right now.Basically, Hyunjin is awkward and nervous and he feels like the first meeting is a complete disaster and y/n will never talk to him again.

Somehow though y/n decided he isn't pitiful enough to ignore and walk away from, it takes a bit of prodding and joking on y/n's part for Hyunjin to relax a little and they hold a decent conversation. When Minho informs Hyunjin they have to head back y/n is typing his number into Hyunjin's phone and urging him to send a text whenever.

y/n and Hyunjin talk often after that, they meet again just a little over a week later backstage at a music show again and decided that they should take the risk and start dating.

They're moving a little quickly true, but, they can learn more about each other as time goes on.

Neither one of them is necessarily free at any one point in time, they see each other at a few events but their dating is limited to talking over the phone and basically texting all the time.

And then the day comes.

Hyunjin has the day off and y/n has wrapped up a photo shoot, the timing is perfect, the managers are okay with it and Hyunjin is buzzing with excitement because it's been almost 4 months and he is going to go to his boyfriend now.

They decide to meet at y/n's empty dorm just to be in each others presence.

So Hyunjin is standing outside the dorm door waiting for y/n to let him in and he is just shaking with happiness.

So when y/n opens the door with his hair a little messy and no make up on, Hyunjin's first instinct is to launch himself at the other and hug him as tightly as he can.

They might not have been able to see each other these last four months but that doesn't mean Hyunjin hasn't learned enough about the other to love him.

y/n only laughs and pulls him into the dorm hugging back with a soft smile on his face.

Hyunjin is so busy hugging y/n that he doesn't see the tattoos covering y/n's right arm.

He doesn't see them in fact until after he's been ushered into y/n's room and is about to head towards the cat laying under the window.

He turns around to ask y/n about the cat's name and then freezes because holy mother of all beings is that a tattoo sleeve?

"Yeah, is it a problem?"

"A problem? god no!" Hyunjin moves closer to war his fingers around y/n's arm and raise it so he can inspect the intricate designs.

"They look so cool, this just makes me want a tattoo even more." y/n laughs, "I can take you to get one." Hyunjin looks up with starry eyes.

"Management would kill, but I don't really care anymore."

"Maybe you should get it okayed before you do anything?"

"If they try to kill me you'll come riding in on a motorbike and wearing a leather jacket and save me." Hyunjin replies with a serious face.

y/n laughs, "That is just a stereotype, my mom would kill me if I got on a motorbike."So what did Hyunjin learn today?

He definitely wants a tattoo and wouldn't mind getting yelled at by management for getting one behind their back. He wants y/n to go with him because this man is an expert and if anyone (y/n included) disagrees then Hyunjin will be inclined to fight them.

y/n is 100% a mama's boy and Hyunjin is living for it (Another one of his life sources at this point in time is y/n's tattooed arm wrapped around his waist but he doesn't want to discuss those emotions just yet).

Yang Jeongin (I.N)

So y/n’s a barista at a cafe and that is how Jeongin meets him first, it is late summer, the uniform for the cafe workers is a button down white shirt so even though it is 35 degrees (Celsius) out Jeongin never sees y/n in anything but his work uniform which is a long sleeve button down white shirt.

After 2 months of (not really) subtle crushing Jeongin asks y/n for his phone number, they chat for a few days and then go on their first date in early October.

The date is a sweet, cliche outing, Jeongin is a blushing mess 90% of the time and y/n treats him with so much care. Dates aren’t that frequent after the first one but just before winter Jeongin and y/n make it official.

At this point it is so cold that there is never a moment for Jeongin to see y/n without a coat, hoodie or long sleeved shirt, so he lives a life of blissful ignorance for almost a month.

And then one day he is sitting at the counter in the cafe, y/n is just finishing his shift and Jeongin is waiting for him.

The manager walks by and tells y/n to clean up before he hands over to the next person and so y/n moves to the sink and rolls up his sleeves.

Jeongin isn’t really paying attention, he’s a little focused on his phone, but then he looks up.

😯 = Yang Jeongin when he saw y/n’s tattoos.

“Your face literally just derailed.”

“I didn’t know you had tattoos.”

“Well you didn’t really ever get a chance to see them.” Silence.

“I am sorry I probably should have told you before this.”Jeongin doesn’t respond to that, he doesn’t know how to, so he sits in silence contemplating the situation, while y/n finishes up. When they walk out of the cafe it is in strained silence, Jeongin doesn’t like it at all.

“Can I see them?”

“Sure, let’s go sit somewhere.”They end up on a park bench, y/n with his sleeves rolled up and Jeongin carefully tracing the ink covering y/n’s arm his eyes widened in awe.

“What’s the meaning behind thisone?”

“Nothing really, I got it because I thought it looked nice.”Jeongin laughs lightly and goes back to studying the tattoos on y/n’s arm, now that he is over the initial shock of discovering the tattoos he is enraptured by them.

He’ll probably stare at them whenever y/n wears something short sleeved, or rolls up his sleeves.

He genuinely thinks they are really cool and thinks his boyfriend is like a million times cooler with them.

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musicalmukebox · 5 years

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Let’s Get (Back) Together | l.h. (17)

AU: Parent Trap Dad!Luke

Summary: A strong love which led to a strong marriage and twin daughters. Yet in the end, it didn’t turn out so well. You strongly refuse to encounter him ever again. But what happens when both of you coincidentally send your twin daughters to the same summer camp in Florida after 10 years?

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: ANGST, vices (alcohol and smoking), swearing, verbal fighting, mini but wild SMUT

A/N: In honor of Michael’s birthday week, I present you this. Thank you all for being patient, really. TBH, my birthday was a day after his so instead of receiving gifts, let me give you guys one. Enjoy!

Tag: @valentine-in-my-quinjet

I don’t own Parent Trap and its ideas. It’s only used as inspiration.

Masterlist!! → other parts are there!!

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Feedback/Questions/Others? Here.

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2023, Los Angeles

Another day filming stunts is another day to crash in fatigue. Luckily, you trainers were a lot easier on you today. It’s only been 4 months after giving birth, and regaining your old physique is tougher than ever. This upcoming film you’re working on happens to be a spy movie where you play one of the main leads, meaning a lot of jumps and upper body strength to lift yourself up. You’ve gained a few bruises, but it was a part of the job so it’s not too surprising.

Driving home was too physically demanding, so taking a Lyft felt more suitable. Besides, you can fetch your car tomorrow morning when you come back. All you want in the world right now is to spend time with your family within the early hours of the night.

“I’m home!” You gently turned the knob rightwards to open it, revealing a bright lit room and hearing noises on the side.

“Oh no, Peppa is gonna attack!” A male voice squirmed, followed by a chorus of loud giggling. Your heart soared at the moment already without having to see it yet. As soon as you dropped your duffle bag and changed your Nikes to house slippers, you rushed to join them. The sight you were given has to be one of the cutest views ever.

Based on her small bracelet with a letter “R” charm, Rebecca was being tickled by her father on the white carpet while the older twin with her beanie with a printed letter “S” was clutched on Luke’s bicep. The infants giggled, making you adore them more. It lessened the fatigue massively.

“Oh, mommy is here, loves!” The exuberant father exclaims. This was your cue to approach and greet them, give them some kisses too. Kneeling down your daughters’ level, you lifted Stella up first.

“Hello there, Stella!” She squealed excitedly, drooling from the side. Thankfully, none landed on your face before you put her back down and nuzzled her neck with kisses against her onesie.

“Too fucking cute.” Luke cooed at the sight too loudly, and by instinct, you hissed and slapped his shoulder.

“Ow! What was that for?” He winced. One good thing he got out of that was Rebecca, jumping on his lap with her chubby legs, began giggling again. You gave him dagger eyes while Stella rested between your legs, covering her small ears with your hands. “We don’t curse around the twins, love!” You explained, giving him a disappointed pout.

“Oh, I’m sorry, love. Still trying to get used to the whole parenthood thing.” He apologized, crinkling his eyes and giving a careless grin. He isn’t wrong though, even you still are in disbelief that you’re a mom. Like you have mini-versions of you that will soon be running around this halls and driving you mad. But with your husband by your side, nothing is impossible to conquer right?

“Have you eaten?” You inquired after switching babies for you to greet and Luke to play for a bit. Rebecca is a jolly one, her hands moving everywhere but her jumping on your lap is too strongly against your aching thighs.

“Not yet, we wanted to eat with you. Right, Stella?” He replied, his hands cloaking around Stella’s tiny fists. Her tiny, innocent eyes just stared up at her father’s, who was looking at her lovingly.

“Don’t tell me you’re expecting her to talk already. She’s not even a year old!” Your sarcasm piped in, your face snugged Rebecca’s neck from behind. She finally calmed down, thank God.

“She’s a Hemmings, love. Anything is possible!”

“O-kay, then.” You didn’t want to top that, so you just nodded continuously and let him have that. Standing up and carrying Rebecca to the dining room, there was already food served by the help, the butler Mark and the nanny Felicia. You’ve recently hired them from a famous help institute Bryana recommended, and they’ve not disappointed. Never late and they performed well. But when they are at fault, they fully admit it then come back with a better output.

“Good evening, Miss (Y/N). “ They both expressed at the same time. As much as you respect their formality that they were educated to show, there is no need for any hierarchy because they’re like a part of the family too. Almost all the time, you talk to them informally and tell them stories. Slowly, they feel more comfortable and free in the house as they do their job.

“Hello, Felicia and Mark.” You’ve firstly craned down Rebecca on her high chair beside your chair before sitting down. You were deadly starving, but your little one will always be an important priority as her mashed peas meal has been prepared alongside your clean meal of baked chicken and steamed vegetables by Mark. Felicia was concerned since you’ve working hard this whole day, so she discreetly intervened.

“Miss (Y/N), would you like me to take care of Rebecca while you eat? You have had a long day after all.”

Her care is exquisite, it is her job after all. But considering that you have lost time at home, you wanted to spend some mother-bonding time with Rebecca. Besides, Felicia was tedious today and she deserves a breather.

“I’ll be fine, Felicia. Besides, you and Mark deserve the night off! Luke and I can handle things for tonight again.”

Hearing that from you wasn’t uncommon because Mark and Felicia are human just like you and deserve fun in their lives. They aren’t slaves to you unlike other celebrities, and life is too short to waste. Though them hearing that always gets them excited.

“Thank you, Miss (Y/N). Please be careful though with the dishwasher or we don’t want deja-vu to revisit us.” Mark bantered with slight warning, giving you a glass of water. He’s always joking on you, almost like an older brother. Technically, it’s applicable since he’s merely a few years your junior.

“We shall not speak of that ever again. Now, off you go and enjoy yourselves!” With glad smiles, they were off to God knows where from the dining room. Rebecca grew fussy from the conversation she had no idea was about, loudly whining in hunger in her chair. Swiftly, your hands took the tiny bowl of mashed peas from the table, mixing it a bit.

“Oooh, I’m sorry, Becks love. Mommy just wanted your nanny Felicia and butler Mark to have fun for the night. Here you go.” You mimicked the movements of an airplane with your arm, your fingers gripping the spoon. Rebecca calmed down and followed the movements, opening her tiny mouth when you inserted the small spoon inside. With one slurp, she swallowed the meal while you cleaned her up with the excess the side of her lips. She wasn’t a clean eater like her sister, but she has all her life to make it up. This intimate moment was then joined by refreshed-from-the-shower Luke, carrying Stella who also looked fresher than earlier. As he placed her down her high chair only across your seat, he wiped his forehead. What has he done?

“So our little Stella over here decided to pee her diaper right after you left to go here.”

You were chuckling crazily. Luke didn’t enjoy changing diapers even though it is unavoidable because majority of the time, the twins would unexpectedly urinate on his face without warning! As old as the joke between you two is getting, it always gets you in a chuckling fit.

“I see you’ve showered already.”

“It’s been a long day, angel.” He explains then mixes the other bowl of food for Stella, whom he fed it contents peacefully. Her bright blue eyes gleams even more when she eats, just like her father. A food loving duo.

But you were pretty unsatisfied that he did.

“I see, but I wished you waited. For me. – It has been a long day as you said, baby.” Your foot kicks his under the table, giving him a small frown. As mature as you have to be as parents, you are lovers too and it is often irresistible to not have some sexual tension every now and then. Luke got the message, biting his cheek as he watches you put one hand on your cheek and tilting it.

“I can always go for a round two.” He brings his body forward against the table, trying to get as close to you when he can. That was until vocal giggling from Rebecca on your side interrupted the mood, which is inappropriate in many levels. Wanting to know the cause, you tried to look at Rebecca’s perspective by angling to her exact bodily position. She was merely watching Stella from the other side, who was making drool bubbles from her mouth that kept popping over and over again. Thus, the giggling was non-stop.

You thought their presence was cute, but their actions made you them much more adorable.

“Little Stella over here like making bubbles, then Becks by you loves the popping sound.” Luke detected while he wiped the dripping drool on Stella on her chin and feeds her more.

“I agree with you, and that’s something pretty memorable, huh?”

Luke nodded, putting his thinking cap because it is a special moment. Simple as is, he wanted to commemorate it someway for the years to come. “Let’s give them nicknames for them. – Sure, Becks is one, but we should give Stella one for short then another for Becks that would link her to Stella.”

There is no favoritism at all for Becks, but Rebecca may be a mouthful at times so Becks was made. But there is no limits to nicknames, right?

“What do you have in mind, baby?” You questioned, finally diving in your meal because Rebecca was a hungry baby who eats fast.

“Hmmm,” Luke began to feed himself while Stella sucks on her water bottle. “I’m thinking poppet for Becks, because it sounds like pop it aka. pop bubbles and she looks like a doll too. Like look at her!”

You actually did, and ugh, she was so precious. “Smart one, babe! – So speaking of bubbles, Stella made a lot. I think bub for short is perfect.”

“Agreed, angel. And so it’s settled.” He faces his older daughter, whose cheeks were puffy from drinking water. Looking at her with much admiration, he says “Hey Stella. We saw how you were making bubbles awhile ago, so your mum and I want to call you bub as a nickname. Blink if you agree.”

Obviously, she would because blinking is in our nature. After him, it was your turn to talk with the younger, whose tiny eyes were closing down. Based on the clock, it was 9 pm and it’s usually their bedtime.

“Hey Rebecca. I know how sleepy you are, but your dad and I figured that aside from Becks as a nickname, we’ll also call you poppet. Why? You were giggling so much when Stella made those drool bubbles that kept popping. I hope you won’t hate us when you get older.”

“Hey! She won’t!” Luke intervened from the other side. He was already stood up with Stella bub, snoozing on his shoulder. “Bub over here is knocked out.”

Rebecca lost her focus and already slept, signaling you to bring her to her crib. Doing so, you cradled her in your arms as compared to Luke and went to their shared bedroom in the second floor. Laying them down together, the both of you watched them briefly. Everything was too precious to touch. Seeing them in peace was everything.

Luke had his arm around your waist while your head rested on his shoulder as you admired them.

“Sorry, Luke but I think I’m going to pass on that shower.”

2034, Sydney

So last time, you crashed on your bedroom in aggravation because of something Luke must’ve said. But how did that happen?

Let’s take it back after you and Luke bid your twins good night.

At the same time their daughters were voicing out in their deep heart to heart session upstairs, the both of you the rest of the night to catch up on personal endeavors since there has barely any time where it was just the both of you. Not just that, there was also another guest invited to this conversation.

“Wine?”

“Sure.”

You watched Luke brought out a bottle of wine from his wine stash near the refrigerator. It had a padlock, and only he knew the combination. He made his way back to you with two wine glasses dangling on his fingers. Placing them on the countertop, he motioned his hands rightward to pop the cork out the alcohol, which was successful in one try. He begins to pour the red liquid delicately on your glasses, and as he finished, he rose his glass up which led to you to obey his movement.

“Cheers.” Both the ends of your glasses clinked against each other, sipping afterwards the bittersweet taste of the liquor.

“So aside from music, what else have you been up to?” You instigated, forwardly leaning against the counter.

“Well, I’m a man of limited interests, you would know. - But because of Andy, I became interested and taking videos. Mostly on my daily life or anything interesting and funny, pretty much vlogging. - Come.” He directed you to the stairs, bringing along the wine bottle as he was leading the way downstairs where only one door was presented. It was similar to the beach house, except there aren’t any pranks involved. From his back pocket, he got out a key. “Only I have access here.”

Skeptical, you arched a brow. “Are you sure you’re not luring me in some BDSM type of room like 50 shades? I mean, you could get kinky.”

He rolled his eyes, laughing at your comment. How he missed this type of banter. “I’m not that crazy, you know? - You of all people would know. But anyways, just check it out.” Unlocking the door, he switched on the lights to unveil the spacious interior. It was a total man cave. A couch and a widescreen television was placed beside a billiards table. Not only that, there was mini-recording station with different equipment on the side connected to a recording booth with various guitars inside.

“This space is very well designed.”

“Thank you, but give all the credit Eleanor though. Alongside that expertise in photography, she’s great with interior design.” He lets his humility intervene. Touring you around, “Since here’s a mini fridge of other drinks somewhere near the billiards table, and there are sliding doors right on the side if you wanna swim. And speaking of billiards,”

He playfully yanks out for you a billiards stick with a cheeky grin. “Play for old times sake?”

Here he brings up a competition with you, and he smugly knows how competitive you can get. Besides, he’s just maximizing the remaining time he has left with you alone since majority of the time, your twins are within your vicinity. Nothing bad, though alone time brings you two closer again. Less to his awareness, you were actually doing the same, appreciating his banter and moments like this. Just maybe some broken things can be mended again. Accepting the wooden stick and putting down your glass on the side of the table, “You’re on.”

Timely, many cue balls were out, many rounds around the table in order to get those perfect angles and also numerous intake of the wine from the both of you, you swore you almost slipped, but thankfully you gripped on that table tightly.

“Oh shit, you good, (Y/N)?” Luke laughed from the opposite side, his hands placed on the tip of the stick, tilting his head rightwards. He had red cheeks like yours, and his mop of curls were a lot less refined than a while ago.

“Peachy, Luke. I’m going to win this game, and you know it.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try, love.” He tested the waters, sticking his tongue as he was determined for victory. You expressed a pout on your wet lips, but did it stop you? Heck no!

And oh you succeeded, focusing on your angles as you had one cue ball left before victory. Yet it was tricky too since you were tied, as either of you had a single ball left. It was neck-to-neck, driving your competitiveness mad.

“Bring it home, (Y/N).” You whispered to yourself as you closed one eye and making sure your proportions were right. Taking the stick by the side backwards, you stroked hard, watching the mini red ball slowly rolling and nearing one of the holes. “C’mon, c’mon.”

The anticipation was a killer, and Luke was also on the edge of his heels. His thoughts pleaded that this ball doesn’t go in because he was so close to victory, and he has been unlucky these past days. But nonetheless, it was just a game after all. One slow roll remained for the red ball and it shot inside the hole, making you cheer on the top of your lungs.

“Oh fuck yeah! I finally beat a billiards game against you!” You were pumping your fist in the air, and circling the table in celebration. Then, you made a stop at Luke, who just watched you being happy.

“Told you I’d beat you.” You bragged, taking your wine glass and sipping on it, only for Luke to take it away from you momentarily.

“Haven’t you had too much, (Y/N)?”

“I believe not, and trust me, you’re getting just as intoxicated as me.” Well, you weren’t wrong. Luke was getting more giggly than usual, and he was randomly saying things too. You could’ve sworn that he pinched your cheeks after you answered your question, though you didn’t care too much really. What really mattered to you was your win.

As you regained your wine glass from his sweaty palms, you pranced your way to his couch, where a wide-screen television laid not so far away when you recalled a previous topic.

“So, Mr. Hemmings. You told me that you filmed videos these past years, so how about you show me some of them?” You asked curiously, patting a free spot on the couch for him to accept so he would showcase his non-musical works. Actually, you caught on his interest in filming, though it was only limited to his phone camera back then. But after seeing his different cameras on display, you’re bound to uncover something relatively new about him. When he took the spot you offered him, fidgeting as he adjusts, the remote control that rested on the coffee table was upon his grasp. Activating the television, he scrolled up and down through different folders that contained numerous video clips, and as much as he would love to show all thousands of them, he’d prefer to present you the compiled ones of his and Becks’ life these past years.

“I remember how gutted you were that you’ve missed out on many milestones, so here are different mini films I’ve created recently. Well, with the help of Andy in the earlier ones.”

They were labeled simply, like “Rebecca’s First Football Game”, “Rebecca’s First Day at Primary School”, “Becks’ First Time on Tour”, and “Halloween 2030”.

You clicked on the latter, and the first second was Luke putting on a black mask on his face, and judging on the overall black outfit with a golden belt on his waist, it was obvious he was Batman. You knew how extra he could be on Halloween. Heck, you used to match with him every year before! You already were secretly gawking at his figure, though when the next frame was presented, it was a younger girl, who was easily identified to be one of the infamous villains of the hero. With pale powder blended on her face with red lipstick smudged beyond the ends of her lips, she expressed an “evil frown”. But she only ended up looking more adorable, and who else could it be?

“Poppet!” A familiar voice from the background shouting, but because it was quite loud, it could only be from the cameraman, and that would be Luke. “Say a famous tagline.”

Her blue eyes deadly narrowed at the lens, looking like she was directly eyeing the camera. “Why so serious?” Ironically, her pouty voice made it seem less serious than she wanted, leaving Luke in a fit of chuckles for his little girl.

The next few scenes were them trick or treating along their neighborhood, capturing every reaction of their neighbors when Rebecca would say “Why so serious?”. Some pretended to be scared, while others giggled at who well she played her character.

“Get her into acting, she’ll be amazing at it.” An elderly woman advised, handing candy to the little girl who beamed with joy.

“I kept that mind actually.” Luke comments whilst watching before he turned his face to you. “One skill of yours must be enhanced, so I brought her to an after-school acting program not so far from here.”

With flattery comes with pride. Despite not being there physically, a portion of your influence already flowed her veins without any idea of who you were then. “Did she enjoy it?”

“Enjoy? Hell, she loved everything about it, aside from music. - She had a play recently, let me find it first.” He regained the remote control from his side, pressing on the arrow down button, his eyes focused deeply on the screen and nose crinkling attentively. But his drive was disrupted by his phone ringing on the table, and a single glance of the caller id concluded his initial search.

“Important caller?” You asked politely as he picks it up. He grimaced in approval.

“It’s Ash. I’m betting it has to do with the upcoming album.” He stressed, not liking how this man intruded a very important session.

“Take the call then. I’ll look for the video myself.” You reassured, understanding how busy he could be.

“Are you sure? I mean just let me at least find the video for you.” He tried to compromise, except now you snatched the remote control so he can prioritize Ashton’s emergency needs.

“I’ll be fine, Luke. Now don’t leave Ash hanging!” You reminded him again. All you wanted was to wind down and savor moments you can receive tonight. Besides, you knew how his advanced television worked anyways.

He knew you were right, and because he didn’t want to start an argument, he accepted the call and excused himself from your presence before he stepped outside to the pool area to get better reception. “Hey Ash.”

“Hey, Luke. May I ask what you’re up to today?”

“Chilling with the family and all. Why?” He grew suspicious because of all the times he could’ve contacted, it was right now.

“Hmm, the twins are with you, huh? Funny, because Scarlett is on video call with your twins right one, wherein I’m implying that you’re with a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) as if everything’s okay.”

Caught red-handed. “Ash-”

“Luke, you need to tell her, or someone else will.”

“You wouldn’t.”

By the urgency of his voice negotiating with Ashton as you heard it from the minimal gap of the glass doors, it had to be very important and wishing too that it wasn’t serious. Stress on Luke was a terrible combination, and hopefully it wouldn’t ruin the mood. But regardless, you didn’t want to snitch on his private conversation, leaving you in control of the television, excited to see that play of Becks. Though that was your main focus, scrolling the numerous mini films of Luke showing Becks’ milestones made you want to watch every single one of them. You cared less if you’d stay all night. This was the closest you could be to being there for Becks in the missing years.

Down and down you searched for that specific mini film, wherein you were assuming its name was “Becks’ first play” because most of the videos had that word and you didn’t get to ask Luke beforehand, one mini film stood out from the bunch due to its title and thumbnail.

Title: europe and her.

There was uncertainty whether you were meant to see it, but it’s too late to undo that thumbnail image because it differed from the rest. It was the backside of a woman looking across the river at the ledge of a bridge, her hair flowing freely on her shoulders with a beret. The backside of woman looked familiar, in which it took less than a minute to process that it happened to be yours. With that said, you needed to press play, and when you did, all nostalgia came hitting you hard like a boxer hitting your face

“Love, look back!” A husky voice in the background called your attention there, making your body pivot around to the source.

“Crap, I wasn’t ready, Luke!” You from the video squealed at the sight of the lens zooming on your face, covering it with your hands as protection.

Based on the setting and format of that clip, the camera used surely belonged to Andy and it was during one of the tours of the band. You were fresh out of university, officially joining the class of the funemployed people! Sarcastically speaking, job searching in the film business that time hasn’t been the best. So to relieve you, Luke brought you along on another tour. Though this time, it was not just the North American leg, but the European, Asian and Australian legs too. That same clip was from Paris, the first European city you’ve stepped foot on and you were smitten.

It transitioned to another clip, which now differed in location and focal point. It was your hand from behind holding his whilst you were strolling around the gardens of Versailles. Now, he was the one filming. It was a great day, you recalled. Being able to immerse yourself easily in conversations with the locals, then translating for Luke.

The other clips were a mix of Andy and Luke’s, seeing a variety of filters and doing funny and mellow things in different countries, yet keeping the main theme consistent. And what was it?

Love.

The next clip that was projected was at an arcade in Spain since the words and instructions inside were in Spanish. The colorful lights were quite turbulent, and messy, playful sounds in the background that had the volume on high. It was you watching Luke in the frame playing an old-style version of Pacman, meaning Andy had to be the one capturing. Calum and Ashton made a short cameo, explaining the gist behind your frame.

“So those loser lovebirds over there made a bet.” Ashton began, placing his elbow above Calum’s leather covered shoulder.

Calum picked up from where Ashton ended. “They’re currently playing best out of 3, and both won one round. So whoever loses, the winner posts an embarrassing meme-worthy selfie of the loser on the loser’s twitter. – Shift back to the lovebirds!”

He made a “swoosh” sound, his finger pointing upwards as a transition, which worked because the focus returned to the both of you around the game machine. Luke just explained his overall score, boasting that he was currently in the lead, but you still had a chance to change the game. Gripping on the controller and tapping on the buttons to avoid getting caught by the evil ghosts, your forehead was sweating and nothing could distract you. Luke tried to by tickling your sides, but you always ended up kicking his shin numerously with your vans-covered foot because he was trying to cheat.

“Knock it off, Luke!” The competitiveness in your now-low pitched voice erupted, not moving your eyes even by an itch to keep a close eye on Pacman on the screen. 10 minutes in, and you were a hundred points before breaking Luke’s score and he was petrified on how well you were doing. You had some tricks up your sleeve that you’ve never told him about since this game was a childhood pastime of yours.

“Shit, no!!” He screamed when your current score beat his overall, getting him to jump all over the place and run away from the sight of the camera. Ashton and Calum were praising your victory, high-fiving after you finished and laughing because they knew how petty you could get, so posting this meme-worthy photo is their entertainment of the night.

“Luke, get your ass back here!” You shouted, biting your tongue on the side. Michael, who was initially cozying up to Crystal in a zombie-killing game with their toy guns, found the younger male hiding behind their game machine, so he was kind enough to drag his ass back by the shirt to you.

“Good luck, mate.” He wished, laughing at his loss before getting back to Crystal as he dropped off your then loser boyfriend. Smirking at him, you put your palm up.

“Your phone please, babe.”

Luke always liked a compromise before giving in. So once he puts out his phone from his front pocket up, teasingly claws it down to your palm, he lifted it back up. Annoyed, you jumped up and down to catch it, but he kept raising it higher.

“No fair!” You complained, ceasing your actions and crossed your arms. It sucked to know that he hates losing, but you were both alike in that aspect. With this, it’s as if he wants something before he caved in, so you asked, “What do you want, love?”

Leaning down his head to yours, his lips were already ghosting over yours. With his warm breath fanning, “Kiss me first.”

Fucking tease, that’s what he is.

“Don’t twist the forfeit, babe. You just hate admitting your defeat.” He mimicked your smirk, licking his upper lip to get you even more worked up.

“Oh come on, it won’t hurt to give one. Besides, you’ll be ruining my dignity in a few minutes, so a kiss would really strengthen me when fans roast me.” His sweaty palm snaked through the curves of your butt, giving it a squeeze that isn’t shown. Instead, the reaction to it was through the widening of your eyes in the frame. If you retaliate through your words, he will find a way to top it off. Thus, you had to change your methods if you wanted to get his phone, and boy, changing the plan was faster than you expected. Not letting down your smirk, you agreed to his terms.

“Okay then, Luke.” Without warning, you powerfully took over by crashing your lips instantly on his, entangling your arms around his neck and bringing him closer. Luke was taken by surprise, not used to you giving in so easily based on how stubborn you are. Nonetheless, he enjoyed it and was easily consumed by your dominance, wrapping one arm around your waist and lowered your body a bit like in the movies. Because you were both being filmed, the restriction of using tongue was there, solely your lips were moving. Luke was softly engrossed, only having you on his mind, which was where you wanted him.

Since he still had his free hand with his phone put on this side, you sensually slid one hand down through his body so he wouldn’t get suspicious and only get him more worked up. Win-win really. Feeling the tip of the gadget, you tightly yanked it out of his hand and made a run for it.

“Run, (Y/N)! Run!” Ashton cheered you on as you tried to find an empty spot to expose the poor boy, holding back Luke from chasing after you with Calum. Luke was still in shock, surprisingly impressed with your cunning ways.

“Hope you love getting roasted again, mate!” Calum joked.

After that line, the scene was changed. It was no longer a crazy lit place, but instead it was a warm, sunlight one where it was Luke’s back on focus. He was still peacefully sleeping while you straddled his back. From here, it was actually you filming, and you grinned at the memory.

That was set in Berlin, after a concert and got hammered at one of the pubs the boys and you went to wind down. It was also post-drunk sex, one of the roughest nights in your relationship. Mindlessly trailing your neck and collarbones, you looked back on wobbly your steps were when you explored the city that morning and how dark those hickies he left that was a huge struggle to cover up with concealer and color correctors, which resulted in wearing a turtleneck for the next few days. Out of nowhere, there was an unconscious desire you’ve developed that craved Luke’s lips to mark you down that way again. Let him reclaim what’s his.

This was probably from the alcohol that’s messing with your mind. But then again, doesn’t intoxication confront your sober thoughts?

“Not again, (Y/N). Stop.” You mildly slapped your face and returned your regard to the screen, where now, Luke has woken up. His bed hair flew all over his face, and fuck, his pecks and collarbones were just as bad as yours.

“Holy shit.” You gasped loudly whilst shakily holding the camera. Not only were you in awe at his physique, but feared at how much trouble he’ll face, alongside the other boys’ teasing.

“How bad is it?” He asked innocently and groggily, brushing his locks. With the sunlight, it emphasized one side of his face and its beauty.

“Damn.” Your current self was amazed, biting your lower lip. Comparing to then and now, Luke has aged well. Sure, some wrinkles and a bit of white hair are there but he still looked so ethereal.

The scene right now is a shirtless Luke looking at himself in the mirror, groaning at the severity of the hickies from last night. Expecting a mad remark, he continued on and instead, tackling your body again where he was hovering over you. Still holding the camera up his face,

“Aren’t you so needy?” He rasped before lowering down, then hearing his lips smacking against the bottom of your ear. Also known as your weakest spot.

“Luke, shit.” You moaned softly. Then Luke lifted himself back up, grabbing the camera from you and making you the new focus. You were only in a bralette and your sleeping shorts, where the marks were as prominent and scattered as you remembered. Somehow, you’ve missed that kind of action. Timmy couldn’t match up.

“Look at you, such a mess for me.” His fingers ran down until above the part where you then needed him most. “But a mess that I love so much.”

“Luke, do something.” You watched yourself squirm right before that same free hand tightened on your hip.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. – I always do.” He purred. The camera’s view lowered and only seeing white, which is from the bed sheets.

More lips smacking echoed and quick rustling from the sheets, you were getting so turned on by the past. Was there a doubt there? None. Your panties were dampening by the sound of his raspy moans, remembering how you willing allowed him to conquer the free spots of you in every possible.

“Damn, (Y/N). I love you so much.”

“God, I love you so much too, Luke.”

The temptation of touching yourself repeatedly haunted you, like a mini devil was urging you to just let your fingers swipe just a little bit. If he can’t satisfy you anymore, why can’t you? But wait, have you grown willing again to him? Like are you actually considering Timothee’s advice and reevaluate yourself after turning it down bluntly? Look at you, crazily pondering on the only man you’ve ever loved and the things he did to please you, getting you to open up to the opportunity on a second chance.

Just when you were on the starting point of re-evaluaton, that short, ungodly clip was gladly changed to an innocent one.

Gladly, really (Y/N)?

This time, it was Andy filming again. Based on the dialogue in the background and wide mouth of the area, the location is now in Verona, Italy. Fans chanting for the band in Italian are clearly heard from the outside, but the main audio was then exchanged to Luke playing on the guitar, building up to the main verse.

“… Darling, all of my wrongs, they lead me right to me wrapped in your arms, I swear I'd die…”

The fans grew hype, screaming in excitement as their favorite lead man was warming up for tonight’s show and even singing along to him. Yet what they didn’t know was that from the inside, this lead man was also serenading to you, stood happily in the empty mosh pit near the barricades. Hiding your blushing cheeks wasn’t too easy, especially with Andy zooming in and out your face with his camera.

“Andy!” You covered your face as the filmmaker chuckled, switching his focus to the lead man who was on his knees right near your face. Passionately brushing his instrument to get the best sounds, he sang and nearing your face while at it. Once the last chords were performed, he dipped down to leave a kiss while you were ready to receive it, clutching on the metal barricades.

To your dismay, it was rudely ruined when a gush of water spilled down on the tops of your heads.

“God damn!” You repelled away, jumping from the barricades and shaking your entire body as a drying mechanism.

“Calum Hood!” Luke called out the Kiwi, who was responsible for the intimate intrusion. The latter ran to one of the wings, yet he showed himself without fright when he was summoned.

“What, mate? Your PDA has too much for today. – Erase that, the entire European leg alone!”

The mini film is 7 minutes long, and you aren’t even halfway done. But crap, it’s gotten difficult to stop viewing it because the essence of reminiscing the simpler days with him sparked your curious mind, uncovering these mostly unseen footage just as you’ve found yourself in a more complicated situation with your feelings. Not just that, you’ve actually enjoyed watching it.

In fact, it made you miss him more. Okay, knock it off, intoxication.

However still, was it intended for you to find or was it a coincidence?

“Oh, fuck.” The film showing was paused snappishly when Luke arrived back to the man cave, in disbelief and stressed that this hidden gem unveiled. Already Ashton was biting from behind, and now out of all the films and other unedited videos that you could’ve played, that specific one just popped out of nowhere. How far have you scrolled down? It was an old project he created out of reminiscence during the early years of post-divorce. It served as a coping mechanism at first so he could get over you. But mid-project, he quit because it made him sadder to recall numerously in different clips that he had lost you.

Your back was still turned against him, deep breathing from agitation. There was no way you can cover this up. But eventually, you’ve come to your senses.

You needed to face this head on because you’ve had already enough of hiding.

“Why Sierra, Luke? – Tell me!” Your frustration took over, alongside heartbreak.

He stiffened, dreading that topic after Ashton. He wants to cover everything up, but that would reverting back to secrecy and lack of trust. So he mustered himself up, braving himself of his next words and making sure not to mess up. “Well, she got me back on my feet after the divorce, and helped in every songwriting process for inspiration. She gave me happiness in and out of work and also someone I could trust, or so I thought.”

The idea of Sierra giving Luke so-called happiness is sickening, but you continued on listening. This is applicable to Luke, his stomach felt troubled as he spoke of the horrid woman that ruined his life.

But wait, the last sentence got your attention.

“Or so you thought? What do you mean?” It was all too like Timmy from the café, where he expressed his uncertainty. And now Luke had that too.

Here goes nothing, Luke.

“Because ... Because she was liable of making up the rumors from the different gossip magazines and blogs.”

An answer you never expected. Your body felt paralyzed, your lungs being pushed down hard so you couldn’t breathe.

“W-What?” Almost like you were drowning in water, an ocean of raging emotions that wanted to lash out. Luke saw it through your fiery eyes.

“That bitch! I’m gonna kill her!” You belted, all the effects of your continuous wine drinking kicking in. You wanted to pounce out the room through the wide doors and find the woman, except Luke blocked you with his figure. Restraining on to your wrists, you shook them frantically so he would let them go. But he didn’t.

“Luke, let me go! Please!” You begged painfully and repetitively, hoping for some kind of mercy and allowance. He still wasn’t complying, aware that your vengeance wouldn’t result well and make things work. Put into perspective, he was just as pained as you were when he maintained a straight face. Similar to a soldier. Revenge in any way is a satisfying idea, but you both aren’t low as her. Instead of violent means, he tugged you in for a hug.

With pain, sadness lies in the backseat. Now, it takes the lead where its extra friend named devastation is sharing its position. Luke drops his grip and wraps his arms on your sides, remaining silent. Rather than whining for mercy, you uncontrollably let out loud whimpers and crying relentlessly. Watery tears followed, and no longer was it a surprise. It has almost become a habit after all the news dropping, and it frightened you that this may not be the last. “She took away Rebecca from me and ruined my sanity. But most of all-”

“(Y/N), please stop.” He ordered, being reminded of that has left him scarred.

“She made me lose you.” This was your chance to admit everything, ridding the burden. “All because-”

Suddenly, Luke pushed you off his arms harshly, still keeping his stiffness.

“What the fuck, Luke?”

He was getting encapsulated into his feelings, almost getting a shed of tears. But frankly, he felt angrier than sadder. Not just at Sierra, but at you. Imagine the biggest information of your life has been hidden behind your back. Well, there was Sierra who spat it at him, which was as worse as her sneaky slander. The opportunity from the beach house was there, so she took advantage of it, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I know about the feud you both had.”

Just when you thought you could beat him to telling that, you were wrong. Speechless, that’s what you were.

“Why didn’t you tell me about it, huh? You never warned me how bad she was behind my back!” He blamed, sounding as intoxicated as you with his slurs.

“Because she was a close friend, a great artist too! I couldn’t allow myself to be a friend-wrecker, and if I said anything, she could’ve ruined your career! – I’d rather let her beat me than have you hurt!”

“(Y/N), having you hurt fucking hurts me too! You thought for me in advance, which led to leaving secrets because you never gave me a chance to leave an opinion!” He combusted like wildfire. “Shit, we would’ve never divorced if you told me!”

“But here we are, already divorced and fighting like a decade ago.”

He scoffed at your snarky remark. “Fuck (Y/N), if you really loved and trusted me then, Sierra and her evil acts were already out of the photo. But no, you chose secrecy and that is just too selfish of you!”

He was actually right. You had a choice that night you met Sierra, yet you chickened out and took the fall. But either way, you were going to lose Luke. Having nothing else to say, the room grew too stuffy and less oxygen was entering your body.

“I was just trying to p-protect you.” You stuttered while your anxiety was taking over, making you need to leave the negativity.

“(Y/N), wait!” Luke chases after you after you ran away in shock. You were in disbelief, lacking oxygen in your lungs at the bomb Luke has just dropped. Nothing could stop your pace as you dangerously leaped the slippery steps.

Blasting open the door of the guest room, you loudly locked it shut before jumping on the bed with your raging emotions. Screaming against your pillow, a waterfall of tears were released. Only this time, it was the peak of your pain. You hiccupped more than usual and screamed until your throat became dry. Not so long later, soft knocks crept in when you removed the pillow on top of your head.

“(Y/N), please let’s talk.”

“Leave me alone.” You shouted back, too hurt to face him and full of anger in your heart.

“Please open the door. I’m begging you.” Luke kneeled against the door, pleading to explain.

“Just go away, Luke.”

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Space.

Luke did as he was told, especially since he put another round of stress on your shoulders once more, like it would never end.

He also felt too compressed from all that negativity and hated bringing his anger on you, so he stood up to the pool area for fresh air. He dipped his toes at the edge of the pool, and having his e-cigarette on his pocket, he brought it out and huffed to receive the aromatic smoke. He opened up a Corona to keep up with his intoxication, just wanting to numb everything out. Though he kept his eyes on the sky, appreciating how the stars still shined so brightly despite all that darkness. Coincidentally, he could relate that to his life, only now nothing is shining. Your mending relationship with him could be deteriorating again, but it would be much worse.

Sulking on the bed, you despised life even more. Letting go of Timmy took a hard toll, then discovering Sierra’s psychotic acts? More anger was just begging to be released, but that was too selfish of you. You always thought of others, and it should remain that way. Also, it’s toxic if you don’t take care of yourself too. But Luke was right in terms of keeping your feud a secret, and you were still beating yourself up for it. Great thing you had snuck in a tiny bottle of vodka from Timothee’s hotel room so you could get even more drunk, just like Luke. Then again, if neither of you spoke tonight after such dropping of bad news, you’ve risked everything you and he developed these past weeks and not only would you let each other down, but your daughters would be affected much more. Thus like with Timothee, diplomacy is key.

Getting up on your feet and wrapping yourself back in your cardigan, you quietly joined Luke on his smoking session in the pool. Sitting down in utter silence was intense, not really knowing what to say yet after spitting all those insults. It’s as if anything you say or do is a risk you’re not willing to take. From his peripheral vision, Luke would’ve never expected you to join him especially since the news held up lifelong trauma. He is reunited with the dullness of your eyes, no longer as excited when you were watching those mini films and touring his man cave. The last time he encountered them was finalizing that divorce, and though telling you about Sierra the right thing, the consequences that went along weren’t things he wanted to witness. Fuck, thinking this way is worth a smoke, or two.

“Mind if I take a whiff?” You pitched in, mindlessly enjoying the strawberry aroma that went along. If it helped, it took one percent off your agony. Luke didn’t hesitate, handing it to you as he continued admiring the sky. All the endless amount of stars, but it was unlike his mind that only had limited questions for you. He was interrogated by you out of the blue, now why shouldn’t he receive closure too despite the risk of another argument? Might as well get these questions out before it’s too late, right?

Oh, it could go numerous ways.

As you puffed out smoke from your lungs, feeling its temporary and unhealthy relief, alarm shocks your ears by the words that left Luke’s mouth. “Why Timothee?”

Karma was a recurring guest in this pretend drama series that happens to be your lives, and having no response would be unfair on his part. But just as things were patching up, now another nuisance will knock it back down? Regardless, honesty remains to be the best policy.

“He was one of the first people I contacted after the divorce, and he’s been my rock ever since. Then these romantic feelings crept in this year, and we figured that we should cave in to it because it would be a waste if we didn’t. I can never deny that he made me happy. – Except,”

Now that was a preposition Luke didn’t expect for you to say. It automatically negates your statement, which made him somehow more interested of what you’re going to say next. “Except what?”

“Except that he cheated because he’s still in love with his ex, Maika.” Blunt yet heart-wrenching, you exhaled the sweet smoke from your chapped lips. All that red wine craved for control, getting access to your deepest thoughts that are only secrets within yourself. It eventually took over your broken state, and it managed to make you release another detail.

“We broke up, Luke.”

With that and also mentioning cheating, he sensed his nerves fuming with anger and tightening his fists that have balled up. He was already so glad at the chance of love and happiness you’ve received even if it wasn’t him anymore. Or was he? Nevertheless, cheating was beyond wrong and worse than Timmy confronting her true emotions. The saddest part was that either way, you were going to hurt even you tried to numb it out with his e-cig. He wouldn’t be too oblivious to observe that you kept inhaling and releasing smoke consistently because normally from the past decade, you would take breaks in between since the liquid inside would be too sweet and sensitive to your throat.

“Fucking shit!” He growled, almost splashing water when he pushed away from the pool.

“Luke, please. Not ag-”

“He cheated nonetheless, (Y/N). You don’t deserve that!” He sobbed, quickly crying after because he hated that you were in emotionally suffering, and that you shielded it from him. “How can you even tolerate it? All I wanted for you is to happiness, even if-”

“Even if what, Luke?” You attempted to comfort him, rubbing his back and massaging his bare thigh with your delicate hand. The latter served as an old habit of comfort when he went through hard times. You barely saw him cry, thus this made everything feel more raw and downcast. In fact, there was only one time you vividly remembered where he shamelessly did cry in front of you.

You leaving your old shared house in LA after signing those divorce papers.

Luke, as a whole, despised feeling weak and vulnerable, especially if it’s just you. You needed someone who was strong to handle hatred and prejudice, and he couldn’t fulfill that. Why do you think he let you go?

“Even if it wasn’t me who could give it to you.”

“Hey, that’s not true!” Giving him a light spank, you couldn’t believe this nonsense. How dare he said that about himself? “These past weeks, I got to witness a decade worth of fatherhood from you. I saw how you boosted Stella’s self-esteem before the premiere, and joke around with Becks back when we strolled around town. - Seeing them happy makes me happy.”

Tonight’s moonlight glowed over your visage, almost like a spotlight. Undoubtedly, Luke couldn’t restrict from looking away with this close up view of you. Your orbs were gleaming, losing its emotional redness whilst your face grew less puffy, as well as the tears from earlier have fully dried off. Your lips curved into a half grin rightwards, which was a feature of yours he remembered that meant that you were hopeful, content even. On your part, you were contented because his fatherly actions and mannerisms are manifested through Rebecca, who’s been a great daughter despite your absence. Since you’ve shared that, it was a paving way to the journey to the diminishing secrecy between you both.

Continuing on with spreading positivity, your hand moved to his face wherein now, it was you that would wipe his tears. Because you felt a lot stronger, you must pass it on. “Luke, you have matured so much compared to a decade ago. Younger us were a total mess. - Yes, you have your mistakes, but we are human after all. I do hope you credit yourself for all the joy you’ve given our girls, friends. Me included too.”

There was a sense of security that resparked something in Luke, especially when he fixated his eyes on yours. Fuck, you were so beautiful when you spoke and gave him a caring look. He knew he was still intoxicated alcohol-wise, but also towards you. He wants to hold back again, but his mouth said otherwise.

His numb heart was finally taking over after the terror reign of his reluctant mind.

“That is happiness, yes. - But not the one I’m referring to.”

((mood music))

He boldly bolted forward, topping your hand with his. Your foreheads were centimeters from touching, and your breath hitched. You were already too sober to know that this was actually happening, which it makes it scarier. As he left you hanging on his open sentence, you still had the nerve to ask,

“Then what kind of happiness is it?” You surprised yourself more by scooching closer to his side due to your intense interest, having your foreheads clash together accidentally. Or was it? The long glare he expressed with this blue eyes weakened you, feeling the familiar tension from nights before, only stronger now that both of your lips were merely touching.

“You h-haven’t answered me, Luke.”

You were driving him crazy, and those last words you said while having the desire in your eyes to kill the tension broke his sanity.

He needed you.

“Fuck it.” He cups your face and brings you in closer to shut you up, clashing in for a heated kiss. It alarmed you in an instant, not expecting such a response. Once Luke came to his senses on what he was stupidly [m6] doing rather than enjoy it selfishly, he pulled back in disbelief. You remained wide-eyed and frozen.

“Holy shit, (Y/N)! I’m so sorry, I-I shouldn’t have-”

But Luke, what was there to be sorry for? That moment was nothing but spectacular, and you were over being in denial.

You simply cut him off in a matter of seconds and pressed your lips back on his. Its familiarity softened you as it made you feel more comfortable. From his thighs, your hands landed on his broad shoulders so you get to tilt your head in a different angle, relishing every bit of this intimacy.

He took you by the waist, placing you on his lap. You wasted no time to straddle his waist as your legs were entangled, not planning to pull away anytime. His hands roamed everywhere from your waist to your jaw, growling in appreciation in every passionate kiss. Your mouth allowed his tongue access and also felt his teeth bite your lower lip, just like how you always wanted.

It was like you were in your twenties again.

All this deprivation bottled up has been unleashed, and the desire has increased to it maximum. Because not all of it can be satisfied in the poolside.

You grew handsy, greedily going under his shirt to feel him. His structure was still so fit as you trailed your finger up his abdomen and chest. While his lips moved to work on your neck, suckling the life out of your flesh which will leave dark marks tomorrow, you were still whining for more when you grinded against him. Especially his crotch.

Luke got the message, craving just as much as you. “Bedroom?”

“Yes.” You said breathlessly, your eyes still closed due to the pleasure. But only did they open when he removed your from his lap and placed you on the pavement beside him. He already stood up, reaching for your hand. As you accepted it, he threaded his fingers around yours and made a run for it back to the house. The race filled with drunk adrenaline and enthusiasm made you rekindle all those romantic years, giggling with your giddy bones eager for what happens next. As you reached to the end of the hallway, where Luke’s room was located, he slightly unlocked his door. Creaking open, he surprisingly lifted you by the thighs. You gasped, still amazed at how a familiar action still felt like the first time. It wasn’t long that your lips were parted when a pair of alcohol dripping ones returned against yours, cutting you off completely. Your hands cupped his jaw while he kicked the door wide open then closed it with your body loudly.

He always loved taking you against the door, loving the compression of your body against his.

“Fuck,” You cussed with mixed emotions; pleasure and nervousness. “You’ll wake the girls.”

Still kissing in between, he chuckled, hiking you up higher against the wooden door. “Every room in this house is soundproof. Be as loud as you want, love.”

His raspy voice when he’s drunk was no exception into the prevention of the dampening of your panties. It just made it worse, especially when he called you that old pet name. But in a different sense this time. He changed this focal point, his lips brushing against your neck this time and suckling its tight flesh. You threw your head against the door, tightly gripping on his top and groaning. His hands weren’t stay put any longer. One of them hiked up under your cotton shirt, and upon feeling the clasps of your strapless brassiere, he unhooked it in one try. The material dropped the floor, and that same hand still under moved to your front torso. He squeezed your right breast, toying with your nipple to get you more riled up.

“God, just skip the foreplay, Luke.” You ordered, in need. It didn’t take 5 seconds for Luke to obey, carrying your body and laying it down gently like an angel.

Because fuck, you are one. Having you underneath him, writhing for his touch, he has longed for this for too long. He would have never known he’d get the chance again, but with your consent, it’s coming through. Yet at the same time, he wanted it to be worthwhile. Lord knows when this can happen again, or if it is ever happening again. Intoxication makes you do daring things, but this has to be the ultimate one.

He removed his shirt and kicked his slippers off, throwing it wherever on the floor. The recent pictures online of his figure weren’t lying, still being fit as ever. Your jaw dropped, and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. From the bed, you tried to unzip the tight denim shorts, squirming underneath. But Luke beat you to it, where his large hands on its denim edges and leaving your hips to lift up so he could pull them down. Your panties went along with it. Unhesitatingly, he swiped his index finger up and down on the outer flesh of your clit, smirking. “You are drenched, angel.”

“L-Luke,” You grew needy for more, your breaths shortening at every motion. But he stopped, annoying you even more. He took a whiff of your fluids, humming in arousal before licking it off.

“Are you sure you handle me, angel?” His voice deepened, meeting your eye with lust-driven hunger.

“Y-Yes, baby.” You exhaled, watching him unbutton those chino pants of his. His cock sprinted right out, hard and veiny. The tip was reddened, and crap you lost it. You shivered at the sight, wanting to get a taste. But before even making a move, Luke spread your bare legs wide open and already positioned himself in between. Although, he noticed your desire and completely hovered over you. His smirk never left, one hand opening a bedside drawer for a condom. He was struggling, and you giggled to catch him off guard.

“I’m on the pill, baby.” Cutting him off with a feisty kiss, pumping his cock steadily. He was feeling good, and he could’ve already come that way. But he gripped your hand off, placing them on his shoulder.

“Skip the foreplay, right?”

Rolling your eyes, you fired back. “What are you waiting for then? Another decade?”

Impatience you have, might as well shut you up. Swiftly, his cock pounded deep inside your soaking clit, starting off slow and finding that one weak spot. Your moans were stifled, but not out of pain. It was so your walls can readjust yourself at his size. The pleasure showered when you corrected your body angle, and only after did Luke go harder.

“Feeling good, baby?” The sheets slowly were going undone, pulling out as Luke continued his thrusts. Your back arched against the bed, your fingernails scratching his bare back when he devoured your neck with his lips once more.

“S-Shit yes, Luke!” You stammered, not holding back your verbal moans. You’ve craved this for too long to keep it down.

“I bet Timothée can’t fuck you the same way I can, right angel?” He gripped on your hips to steady your grinding.

“Fuck, fuck!” You were too dazed to answer, enjoying the friction while you held intently on the duvet. Only were you snapped out from it when there was a firm hold on your throat, catching you off guard.

“You haven’t answered my question, angel. Don’t make me ask again.” He orders with dominance, biting his lower lip.

“No, b-baby. He can’t fuck me the way you do.” You cried out breathlessly, the stimulation making you see the twinkling of stars. Luke linked his hands on yours on the bed, growling against your ear and biting your shoulder as the sexual bliss intensifies. He’s making his mark on you, which arouses you even more. Slamming intensely and faster, he has the heavy pedal on this moment. His rhythm never remained monotonous, and feeling his hot breath whimpering against the crook of your neck is exciting. You were panting heavily, and it didn’t take too long until the twinkling of stars were uncovered for your vision. Warm tears were also going down, but finally out of goodness.

“I’m so f-fucking close.” Luke groaned against your ear, the vibrations sending you shivers and more friction. His movements were turning sloppy, his orgasm nearing and going undone.

“Let go, baby. I’m so close too.” You cried out, trembling from your upcoming orgasm. After a few seconds, the warmth of Luke’s load has landed and you weren’t too far away to join him. His stamina was lost at the moment, resulting into crashing down beside you whilst you were both breathless from your highs. You were slowly getting knocked out and along with your thoughts.

But one thing was for sure.

Drunk sex is powerful.

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