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All Along the Watchtower (Chapter 17)

[Can also be read on AO3]

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)

Word count: 3.3 K

Warnings: Minors DNI - suggestive dialogue, sexual tension, flirting, smoking, canon typical violence

Summary: Rory and Price enjoy the morning after with one another at the end of their mission, and Rory is given a gift from Laswell to gain some closure from her past

Only one chapter left to go!!

A/N: Rory Sinclair is a dual citizen (both Canada and the UK) who's been living in the UK since she was 14. She is 28 at the time of this fic, Price is 32. This series is set in 2017 before the events of the first MW game. Rory's thoughts are bold and italicized, other italics are used for emphasis

November 3, 2017 07:12 - Al-Hasakah, Syria

Rory sat outside the tent, watching the sun rise above the horizon, streaking the sky in gold and pink. She found herself lost in contemplation, appreciating that certain harmony that came with the morning, and the sense of pride washing over her after successfully completing another op. Reaching up, she tugged on the brim of Price’s boonie hat sitting on her head and adjusted it to keep the sun out of her eyes. Arms wrapped around her knees, she felt the warmth start to kiss her skin and she couldn’t help but grin, her thoughts drifting back to the night before as she placed her cigarette to her lips, the tip of it matching the burning star up above.

A quiet wind rustled what little greenery there was on the sandy overlook, covering the sound of the tent flaps moving as Price exited their humble abode for the night. A low chuckle escaping him at the sight of her in his hat enjoying her morning cigarette. “Mornin’, Sergeant.”

The thick growl of his voice upon first waking up caused a light bubbling laugh to leave her as she exhaled smoke. “Good morning, Captain .”

“Good night last night?” He asked knowingly, a cocky grin on his face as his sure strides brought him to stand by her side. A guardian presence she had welcomed into her life, one that she knew would stop at nothing to keep his promise to her, to keep her safe at all costs, to keep her his .

She hummed and took another drag of cigarette. “Oh, you could certainly say that.”

His warm, rough hand came to rest on the back of her neck, giving it a tender, possessive squeeze. Eyes scanning the surroundings – always at the ready, never truly settling. “Nik’ll be here soon.”

“Suppose I should give you this back then, eh?”

She went to grab the hat from her head to return it to him, but his hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her. His fingers squeezed against her slender wrist, powerful in his grip of her. A strength she got to appreciate while in his arms inside that tent.

“No. Think I like it right where it is. Suits you.”

“You know I am aware of the hat rule, yeah?” Rory sighed, looking up at him with a raised brow.

“That’s just f’cowboys, not soldiers – I’m more of a gentleman than that.” He gave her one of his patented smirks and then sighed contentedly, overly pleased with himself and the previous night’s encounter as he gave a little bounce of his heels and a thrust of his hips.

She couldn’t help but snicker. “Of course you are, darling.”

His eyes darted sideways towards her, catching that very clear use of a pet name from her for the first time, his smirk only getting wider, creeping up his cheeks and crinkling the corners of his eyes. Saying nothing more on the matter, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “My girl,” he purred against her.

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile. “Your girl,” she murmured before placing the cigarette back to her lips.

He checked his watch once more and gave her neck another squeeze for good measure. “You stay right where you are, sweetheart, and I’ll pack up.”

“Leaving me forever indebted to you, eh?”

“Somethin’ like that.” Giving her a little nod, and with a twinkle in his eyes, he took an extra moment to look at her and then began to pack up what remained of their campsite.

She turned to watch him work, the flex of his muscles as he took down the tent and the way his brow furrowed, and his lips pursed while he was focused on his task. “Tell me, John, did you have Nik take a little longer this morning to come get us in hopes of getting a little morning delight in?”

Her comment broke his concentration and half-grin curled his lip. “Can’t confirm or deny that, love.”

Rory laughed and butted out her cigarette in the sand beside her. “Truly the man with the plans, aren’t you? Just knew I’d give in eventually, yeah?”

“Everyone’s got their breaking point.”

“Spoken like a man who’s had his SAS interrogation training. All it took was making me feel safe, hmm? Just that extra little push.”

“Little bit of praise went a long way too.”

Rory bit her lip, sucking on her pout, stopping herself from talking back as much as she wanted to. She would only dig a deeper hole and John had her number. “Well, aren’t we quite the pair, I just have to keep impressing you and you’ll give me everything I want.”

“Everythin’ and more, darlin’.”

She could feel the blush slowly creeping up her cheeks, the heat overwhelming her face. Rubbing the back of her neck, the warmth spread there like a memory of his touch even as the cool morning wind blew against her.

“Could have Nik circle and give us another twenty?”

“As tempting an offer as that is, John, I think I’d really rather get back to England and a proper bed.”

His gaze roamed over her, looking her up and down. “Desk duty’s made ya soft,” he teased.

“Didn’t hear any complaints from you last night about me being soft. In fact, I think you really rather enjoyed it.”

That hungry glint in his stare returned once more, eyeing her like a meal. Biting his lip as his scruffy adam’s apple bobbed with a heavy swallow.

“Are you going to continue staring at me like that, or are you going to pack up as was promised?” She stood and her hands came to rest on her hips, brow cocked, once more standing up to him.

“Stop lookin’ so goddamn temptin’ then.”

“Or you could simply control yourself, Captain .”

He growled low in his throat, returning to the task he had been working on prior, shifting the weight he carried on his hips, clearly readjusting himself.

“And I’ll continue to ogle you like you’re a handsome workman and I’m a rich heiress.”

Steely powder blue eyes shot back towards her. Rory already knew he was going to get her back for that later and she couldn’t help but laugh.

Scoffing, he shook his head. “Already fantasizin’ ‘bout me, yeah?”

“You’re a man who has clearly never skipped leg day, I’m merely appreciating the view while you bend and lift. Besides, I'm your girl now, aren’t I allowed to do that about my man?”

Moving to her side, his voice was a rumble as his hand came to her chin, tipping back her head to look up at him, his thumb rubbing over her lower lip still kiss-bruised from the previous night. “Oh, that you most certainly are.” He snatched the hat from her head and put it back onto his, leaning down to whisper in her ear, his voice low and hoarse. “Gonna get you back for being a bloody tease, though.”

A cheeky grin spread across her lips, mischief in her eyes. “I look forward to it.”

“Just you wait…” The danger returned to his stare, leaving her with an open-ended statement that was either a promise or a threat. His breath fanned over her as his lips slowly lowered to hers, capturing her in a kiss.

The sound of a helicopter’s rotor spinning thundered in the sky, traveling across the sprawling desert below to reach them. A black speck in the sky, moving towards them and the two lovers parted as Price finally finished packing up with Rory’s help.

Within minutes, Nikolai’s helicopter hand landed and tossing their bags inside, Price and Rory boarded the aircraft. Looking back from his seat, Nikolai scrutinized his two passengers through his dark sunglasses. After a moment, he spoke, “Captain, you look… relaxed .”

Price snickered as Rory gave a heavy sigh, moving to shut the door behind them. “Feel it too, Nik.” He looked over at her and smirked, giving her a little wink as he flexed his broad shoulders.

Rory’s cheeks burned with a hot flush, turning bright red. Refusing to make eye contact with the Russian pilot or Price, she took a seat in the back while he sat up front with Nikolai.

The mobile in Price’s pocket began to ring, breaking the sound of the helicopter’s engine that filled the cabin. Slipping it from his pocket, he answered it quickly. “Laswell.”

“ Congratulations on the successful mission. I assume you’re on the way back ?”

“Just took off.”

“ I need a word with the Sergeant .”

“Rory,” he called her over, raising his voice above the din.

Making her way to the front, she took the phone from him. Holding onto the back of his seat to settle herself as she spoke with the CIA Station Chief. “Laswell.”

“ Looked into Walker’s reports, thought you might be interested in something, Sergeant .”

Rory hummed, “What would that be?”

“ The location of one Abdullah Al Ghulam .”

Her stare darkened. She ached for the day when she would never have to hear that name again. “Where is he?”

“ Under protection in Dubai, has a charming little penthouse suite with his wife .”

Her jaw clenched tightly, and she spoke through gritted teeth, “Wouldn’t happen to have that address, would you now?”

“ I would .”

Fingers tapping on the leather of the headrest, her grip slowly tightened on the seat, indenting the crescents of her nails into the material as her stomach twisted. This could be the final closure she needed, dealing with the one that got away. “Thank you, Laswell.”

“ You did good work, it’s the least I can do .”

November 6, 2017 11:17 - Dubai, UAE

Traffic raced back and forth, luxury vehicles everywhere the eye could see driving along palm tree lined roads. Buildings of glass stretched up towards the bright blue sky above, reflecting the sunlight back into the marina, shimmering on the aquamarine rippling water. In a quiet cafe on the corner of the promenade, Rory sat at one of the tables under the shade of a white linen umbrella, flapping in the breeze and letting diffused dappled light through to dance on the glass tabletop.

Watching the traffic and people stream by, she sat back in her chair, the shemagh tucked over her hair fluttering in the warm breeze at her back. Hazel eyes surveyed the crowds as she brought the cup of freshly brewed chai to her lips and sipped, decorated china tinkling as she returned the cup to its saucer, listening to the voice in her ear.

“ Target’s just arrived on site .” Laswell’s voice came in clear through the earpiece. “ Ready to go when you are, Sergeant .”

“Copy.”

Sipping the last of her tea, she slid the cup and saucer away from her along with a few notes of Dirham for a tip. Reaching to the side of her chair, she lifted the handle of her small, hard bodied luggage case and stood up, dragging it behind her as she carried on down the promenade towards a sky-scraping hotel.

With marble floors, fountains, and art adorning its interior, the hotel was clearly a place for only the wealthiest elite of tourists and travelers. Dressed as anything but a soldier, wearing designer fashion straight from the pages of Vogue, Rory moved through the scattered guests as if she belonged there and immediately made her way to the elevators, by-passing the front desk completely. Entering along with a group of several other guests, she happily took a spot in the back corner and quietly stood there, blending in as the other guests got off at their respective floors. Unassuming as always, they’d forget her as much as they would what they had for breakfast that day.

Riding up floor after seemingly never-ending floor, she reached the very top and moved carefully through the halls until she found the roof access door. Climbing up another flight of stairs, carrying the case in her hand, she bypassed the lock on the exterior door and pushed it open. That much closer to the sun, surrounded by glass like an ant under a magnifying glass, the heat became almost unbearable, but she was willing to suffer whatever was necessary to see this through. She was so close, her trigger finger itching. Justice was in her grasp, it would never resolve the horrors in her head or the things his victims went through, but God, would it make everything that happened seem a little more worthwhile. Al Ghulam wouldn’t be another cruel man getting away with his monstrous acts because of money, power, or networking. Nor would he be serving out some pathetic sentence in more comfort than the average person had. He would be taken care of, a stain cleaned, scraped off like gum stuck on the sole of her shoe.

Crouching down to take a spot behind the cement wall that bordered the roof for cover, she unclicked the latches of her luggage and flipped open the lid to reveal the spongy foam interior gently cradling the parts of her rifle, her scope and her rounds of ammo. Dexterous hands slotted everything together with ease, long fingers twisting the barrel on and cleaning the scope before attaching it. Giving her weapon one last appraising check, she glanced over the barrier wall at the soaring tower of condos across from her, the penthouse suite within her sight line.

“ Are you in position? ” Laswell asked.

“Affirm. Exfil on standby?”

“ Ready and waiting .”

“Copy. I’ll be down shortly.” Rory slipped on her dark aviators and placed her rifle on the wall, placing her arm under the stock for stability and aimed through the scope to line up her shot.

Behind glass that reflected the beating sun in a flare back at her, Al Ghulam paced back and forth inside his suite with a cellphone to his ear. Completely unaware. Living in luxury a man like him should never have been afforded after the way he had treated countless people. Safe for all this time, but no longer. The wolf was ready to snap her jaws around her prey.

Taking a deep breath, she listened to the whistle of the wind, the low roaring past her ears as her head covering started to whip about, the airspeed faster with her elevation and little protection around her. Rory’s hand trembled the longer she watched him through her scope, anger building inside her, her blood heated in her veins as it rushed in her ears. Tightening her hand into a fist, she clenched her fingers tightly, letting her nails dig into the flesh of her palm. Letting all the rage and the guilt flow through her, having had it fester inside for long enough, she wanted to feel that pain now, to accept it, as her therapist had told her to do as part of overcoming her trauma. It would be a long road; this was just a single step – one that might help her sleep a little better at night.

With her finger placed on the trigger, she took one last deep breath and waited for that perfect moment. Passing by the window, Al Ghulam paused his pacing, and appeared heated as he continued speaking on the phone. Hands shifting and moving wildly.

Inhale . Holding the breath prisoner in her lungs, she squeezed the trigger. The bullet whizzed through the air, and within a second glass cracked and shattered, popping like a champagne bottle. The entrance wound. The exit wound stained the carpet below Al Ghulam in red as his body hit the ground, dead instantly, his eyes still open and with a hole left between them.

Exhale . A slow stream of breath passed over her lip as her lungs finally cleared the stale air inside them. It was over. Done and dealt with. Her hands wiped clean of a burden that she had carried with her. A failure she wasn’t sure she could ever forget, but at the very least she might be able to forgive herself for one day.

Wiping her brow of the beads of sweat that had formed there, she started to take apart her rifle, piece by piece. “Got a tap on who he was chatting with?”

“ His wife ,” Laswell replied.

Rory hummed. “That’s a pity.”

Placing each piece of her weapon neatly back into her luggage so it sat snug and safe, she treated it more like a child or a prized possession. It was her skill with the weapon that got her attached to working CIA black missions in Iraq to begin with, it was the reason she had ever been in contact with someone like Al Ghulam, and for all the nightmares it brought her, her accuracy with her rifle was still something she was proud of. The lives she had taken, the blood spilled, it all felt worth it in that moment.

Following the same route out of the hotel, she gave no one any doubt of her reason for being there. Watchful eyes didn’t land on her, security didn’t stop her strut out of the foyer. As far as anyone needed to be concerned, she was a guest – nothing more. One with a trail of blood and bodies that followed in her wake.

Upon exiting the building, a black luxury SUV with tinted windows pulled up. The back door opened immediately, and without question Rory stepped inside, taking her seat across from Laswell. The Station Chief had that same serious, no nonsense look about her she had had during their first meeting at Stirling Lines, even if this was an off the books assignment gifted to the Sergeant, Laswell was still all business.

“Good work out there, Sinclair.”

Giving a little nod of the head, Rory crossed her legs and sat back in the plush leather row of seats, appearing far more relaxed than during their first meeting. “I appreciate you giving me this opportunity.”

“He was a threat that needed to be dealt with.” Laswell picked up the tablet from the spot beside her and passed it to Rory. “Now you can focus on bigger fish.”

“Al Qatala?”

“Al Qatala.”

The tablet contained several confidential files and photos from recon, including one of the leader of the terrorist group. Her brow furrowed as she stared down at the screen, taking in her newest enemy’s appearance. “Who’s this?”

“Calls himself ‘The Wolf’.” Rory’s hardened gaze lifted to meet Laswell’s. “I figured you wouldn’t like that name much.”

“He’s the one in charge?”

Laswell nodded and continued, “AQ represents a threat to any and all western powers in the region. After twenty years of civil war in Urzikstan, they appear to want to strike back. Get even.”

Rory chewed her lip as she scanned through the rest of the files, flicking her finger over the screen. “Can’t have that, can we?” she muttered, knowing full well that despite being the enemy they likely had every right to want to take their country back for themselves.

“Glad we’re in agreement.”

“I assume he’s my primary interest going forward when I return to Stirling Lines?”

“You already work anti-terrorism in conjunction with MI6, you’ll be my go between. I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine.”

“You trust me with this?” Rory lifted her brow skeptically, apprehensive about the deal being made with yet another member of the CIA.

“I do. Which says a lot, considering our line of work.” Pausing, Laswell added, “Also means you’ll be working closely with John.”

Lifting her eyes, she could pinpoint the nearly imperceptible smirk that pulled at Laswell’s mouth. She knew Kate was dangerous, that she would figure it out, never having even needed to be told.

“He speaks highly of you. He likes working with people he trusts, and if he trusts you then I can as well.”

“Having blackmail over our careers probably helps to get things done as well, yeah?” Rory smirked back, understanding Laswell’s motives clearly.

“Whatever it takes.”

Huffing out a laugh, she pulled the shemagh from her shoulders and ran her fingers through her hair, brushing through the short, tousled waves. “Whatever it takes.”

#call of duty #fan fiction #cod fanfic #john price #john price x oc #oc: rory sinclair #fic: all along the watchtower #chapter 17

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clarisselaruegf · 2 years

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MY GIRL ! MIGUEL DIAZ

introduction masterlist

warnings: none

summary: football player! miguel, nerd! reader, miguel and y/n have both liked eachother but haven’t confessed, miguel’s teammates have convinced him to ask her to homecoming, after the homecoming game, he went up to her and asked her if she wanted to go to homecoming with him. (lowercase intended) (this was based off a tiktok i saw but i lost the tiktok so i tried my best)

miguel and you had both gone to the same elementary schools to highschool. though y’all grew up together you both go distant when you got into ap classes and didn’t see him as often. though you did a smile at him when you both passed by eachother.

homecoming day, 3:30, y/n’s house

you enter your house, backpack in hand, keys in the other. knowing your mom isn’t home you went upstairs and got ready to go to the football game your friends forced you to go to. they even had to bribe you with food. you wiped off the old makeup putting on new makeup, you headed to your dressing room. and picked out an outfit.

you finish getting ready and head downstairs to your garage. getting on your motorcycle you head to the football game.

arriving to the football game, you find your girl-friends. you see them huddle up and you run up to them. they flinch and laugh it off when you give them a confused face. “are y’all okay?” you say worried. they nod. “c’mon we’re gonna miss the beginning.” rory says and drags us along. you all sit down on the middle row.

at the end of the game; authors pov

miguel just got a touch down. everyone cheered. the buzzer sounded. miguel got surrounded by his teammates carrying him up, cheering loudly for him. once they put miguel down they talked about the homecoming proposal.

reader’s pov

you had gotten up, heading for the exit. “uhh! y/n wait i need to tie my shoe..” rory says and crouches down near the fences to the football field. you wait and see miguel out of the corner of your eye. “rory. how slow can you tie your shoe?” you say, inpatient. “uhm. y/n?” miguel says, you turn around. his friends are surrounding him. “yes?” you say confused. he lifts up his football jersey and shows a white shirt with black letters and check boxes. “will you be my homecoming date? yes or no.”holy shit. he has a black sharpie on his right, having the left holding his shirt. you grab the sharpie and put a check mark on the yes. when you finish the check mark he immediately holds your face and kisses you, your light lipstick left a kiss stain on his right cheek. after the kiss, his teammates come up to him, hyping him up. rory and lily hug you, you were so optimistic.

roryyygils: guys i’m jealous.. 😔😔😔

yourinstagram: 🙊🙊🙊

->migueldizzy: we’re so cute

->roryyygils:@migueldizzy wake up and break up

homecoming day; 1:20 pm

you finish putting on some make up and finish with your hair, doing simple light curls. you move away from your vanity and glance at the homecoming dress you had bought in a rush. you had bought the dress after miguel confessed, not knowing you would actually go to homecoming. you smile and head to your closet looking at yourself in the long mirror.

you finally arrive at the venue where the homecoming is being held. you enter, texting miguel and your friends trying to find them

miguel 🙊🙊: hey :) where are you?

rory🤗🤗: bitch i see your bf hurry up

lily😽: miguel is asking us where you at. we’re near the food, hurry up.

you were headed to the food table, have not eaten something before getting to the venue. miguel comes up to you and gives you a corsage with a pink tulip. you give him a kiss on the lips, not wanting to make out in front of your friends.

“ugh, you make me sick,” Rory says rolling her eyes and lily agrees. you and Miguel smile. a slow song starts to play and you a Miguel look at each other. “can i have this dance with you? m’lady?” he says and puts a handout. “yes you may, if you don’t ever say m’lady again.” you say with a smile. you both head to the dance floor and you place your hands on his shoulder and his hands are on your waist. “you look so pretty tonight,” he says smiling. “only tonight?” you say jokingly. he immediately gets nervous. “i’m kidding, thank you miggs. you look amazing too.” you say and place a kiss on his cheek. his face flushed with a pink tint. god he’s so pretty in this lighting. you think, smiling ear to ear.

the end.

#og cobras #cobra kia #cobra kai meme #cobra kai imagines yandere #yandere miguel diaz #miguel diaz #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #cobra kai #cobra kai imagine

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threadsun · 1 year

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Anonymous Asks: "(Not sure if this is canon/if it’s been retconned) Rory has an Irish accent, so what if Rory (sometime after Y/N released him and Jack from the tape) is talking to Y/N but he accidentally slips up and uses his real (French? American?) accent. Since Jean/Rory and Joseph/Jack had been trapped together in the tape for so long maybe Jack learned some French, or maybe since in-game Jack seems to have some sort of psychic link to Y/N (and presumably Rory would to) then Rory and Jack would have a psychic link as well and so Jack might be able to understand some French because of it? Also: Rory/Jean speaking French to Y/N-the things he says start out romantic, but he ends up saying yandere things since Y/N doesn’t speak French and so he doesn’t have to worry about scaring them with it (as long as he makes sure his tone sounds romantic/harmless)."

Ooooooh I love when characters have varied accents!! And speak other languages!! It may just be because I grew up in an immigrant community where varied accents and languages was common, but it’s much more comfortable and realistic than everyone sounding the same imo

I also love the idea of Rory and Jack having the same psychic link so they know what each other are thinking~

Content: Possessive language

Jean’s childhood was spent in many places. Wherever the jobs were, his parents dragged him

He was born in France, and that’s where his extended family were, but he spent lots of time around the UK, Ireland, and the States as well

His natural accent is mostly sort of transatlantic, with soft hints of French. But he can flow between different ones as his roles require

So when the role of Rory calls for an Irish accent, it’s not a stretch for him. And when he returns to that role of Rory during his time in the tape, he sinks back into the accent easily

But… when he’s around his cupcake and he’s so relaxed and happy… sometimes his accent slips a bit

The first time it happens, you’re cuddled up between him and Jack. It’s a sleepy, lazy morning, and you and Rory have just about convinced Jack to lay in with you

Jack’s arms are around you, Rory is tracing little patterns across your side with his fingertips

“I could get used to days like this, mes amours.” Rory’s voice is soft, but not the lilting accent you’re used to. It’s something… older. Like one of those old-timey newsreaders. With just a little undercurrent of a purring French accent

He’s flustered, when it’s pointed out. There’s a bit of a stammering attempt at an explanation, but it’s quickly overwhelmed by the discovery that both Rory and Jack speak French

Rory seems embarrassed, cheeks pink as he shyly speaks his native tongue for you

Jack is amused, trading kisses for translations as you listen in wonder to the sweet ghost

As he speaks, seeing how enamoured you are, he gets bolder. His lips brush along your neck, grazing past your ear as he murmurs amorous words you don’t understand

“Tu es à moi pour toujours~” Rory presses a warm kiss just behind your ear, grown bold with the ability to speak without being understood

You turn a questioning gaze to Jack, offering up a kiss in exchange for a translation

He takes the kiss, but instead gives Rory a glance that is half playful and half stern. “Ils sera à nous pour toujours”

Rory looks equal parts lovestruck and chastised. He and Jack share a playful kiss before their loving gazes turn back to you, “le nôtre, oui.”

You know you should feel left out, but you can’t help but feel nothing but immensely loved. Because you are <3

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sdj rory #sunny day jack x reader x rory rainberry #gn!reader #ghost rory AU #18+ only #sunshine

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periwinckles · 11 months

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Please tell me you have a middle name - Epilogue

Epilogue

(Prim)

I wake up with the sweet scent of cinnamon in the air. That’s Peeta’s doing. He knows how much I love cinnamon rolls, and always has them ready for me for breakfast on my birthday, even though he has to juggle it with all his morning work.

The cinnamon buns will have to wait.

I cross the hall to Peeta and Katniss’ room, to recruit her for my inspection, but she’s not back from the woods yet. Living above the bakery is a lot more convenient for Peeta, and more comfortable for us, but a lot further from the fence, making her excursions longer.

I ended up moving in with them last year. Now that Rye works with Madge on the Justice building, Peeta and Katniss need help to keep the bakery running. Between schoolwork, helping out my mother and getting ready for my college admission in district four, I can still work a couple of hours on the bakery’s counter every week. They’ll definitely need to hire someone once I’m gone.

I enter the bathroom and inspect myself in the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary. I don’t even feel eighteen. I inspect every inch of my body, top to bottom and find nothing.

What if I don’t have a soulmate?

Gale doesn’t have one and he’s totally fine with it. He even found himself a steady girlfriend in district 7, though I’m not quite sure on the terms of their arrangement because they spend months apart every year.

But that’s not what I want for myself is it? Aren’t soulmarks supposed to reflect your heart's desire?

I’m about to give up when I lift my foot and catch it. Beneath my toe. A simple and unembellished R.

Rory Hawthorne?

Please no, the last thing I need is for my soulmate to turn out to be an ex boyfriend.

Why, oh why? What have I done to deserve this? I’m a nice person, Universe! I do volunteer work in the community home once a week, I let Peeta think I’m the one pilfering the chocolate chips and I never go beyond the fence even though that’s technically legal ever since the rebellion two years ago!

I put on socks and silently hope Peeta doesn’t ask anything about it. Katniss surely won’t ask, unless I tell her.

At least I have cinnamon rolls for breakfast.

“… doing here? I specifically told you 7:30, it’s 7:05!”

Peeta has company in the kitchen’s bakery, and I tread with caution with my sock covered feet on the staircase.

“She wakes up at 6:30, I know she does! I just want to know if Katniss gave her the letters already…”

“Katniss isn’t back yet, once she is…”

Both of them freeze when I finally appear on the bottom stair.

“‘Morning Peeta! Reese!”

“Prim! Happy birthday!” Reese greets me with an awkward smile. He’s acting strange though I can’t guess why. Being Peeta’s best friend makes him a regular visitor here. And Katniss adores him. Whenever he has dinner with us she smothers him with questions. I barely have the chance to talk to the guy.

“You too!” I tell him. “I dropped by the sweet shop yesterday to wish you one, but you weren’t there.”

“You must have missed me, I had to run some errands.” He says with a shrug. “I’ll be back later…” he adds. I’m not sure if it’s for Peeta’s benefit or mine.

“If you don’t, I'll save you a slice of cake!” I call out after him, before he closes the door.

Peeta extends me a cinnamon roll as he kisses my cheek affectionately.

“Happy birthday, little sis.”

“Oh, you’re the best brother I could hope for!” I tell him as I inhale the sweet scent. “You should make these every week.”

“You’d be sick of them if I did.”

“Never!”

I pop one in my mouth as I start collecting the fresh out of the oven pastries and rolls, to bring them to the front.

“You don’t have to work on your birthday.�� Peeta tells me as he takes the trays from my hands. “You have a big day ahead.”

“How will you two manage the bakery and the Hob stand?” I ask with a doubtful raise of my eyebrows.

“We’ll manage.” Katniss says entering through the backdoor. “Happy birthday, little duck.”

She opens her arms and I hug her as tight as I can. If there is one person who was a constant in my life, it was her. Every day of my life, she was always there. “Thank you, Katniss.”

When we break apart I notice the unshed tears in her eyes. “Are you crying? Seriously? Over a birthday? What will happen when I go to district four in the fall?”

“Let’s not think about that, shall we?” Peeta says with a chuckle.

Between the three of us we carry everything to the front. Just a few more minutes until opening time.

“I have something for you. Here.”

My sister is holding a few envelopes in her hand. When I take them I notice they are all addressed to me. The handwriting seems familiar, though I can’t exactly pinpoint it. It’s not Katniss’ and surely not Peeta’s.

“Read them in order.”

Without another word the both of them escape to the front, to finally open and deal with the morning rush, as I sit in a kitchen stool, with my cinnamon buns and a cup of tea.

May 20, 2076

Primrose

Today I got my soulmark. It’s a small P, under my big toe. I have no idea if there’s someone with a matching one across the district, but I sure hope not. Because I’m hoping… oh I am hoping it’s you.

If you were older I’d be at your doorstep in a heartbeat. But you’re not, so I've made up my mind to wait until you're ready. Please don’t be mad at me if I backpedal on our friendship. It’s the only way I’ll be able to keep myself accountable for the next three years.

Hopefully yours

Reese Donner.

(You want to read the rest o Reese's letters? You know the drill. AO3 link)

#How about giving Prim a love interest that is not Rory?#Am I done now?#Who knows?#Not me!#The hunger games #Primrose Everdeen #please tell me you have a middle name

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sonickedtrowel · 1 year

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Young!11/River kissing for a bet pls (extra points for featuring Amy and Rory) 💕

Omg Anon I thought this ask was lost to the sands of time but it's still here and if you are too, well, you're in luck!! (ao3 link)

“Tell me you saw that,” said Amy.

“You’ll have to be a bit more specific,” Rory replied. “I’ve seen a lot of things today, and I’m pretty sure I can’t remember half of them.”

“River and the Doctor! They are obviously shagging, right?”

“Do I really have to think about this?” Rory whinged. “I’ve got enough of a headache from all the alien memory erasure.”

“Come on. There’s no way you didn’t notice.”

“I, uh, did get that impression,” he reluctantly admitted. “I’m just not sure he knows it yet.” Amy snorted. “River said something to me, back when this all started. From her point of view, it’s... like he’s slowly forgetting her.”

“That’s horrible,” Amy said softly.

“Yeah. I wanted to say something helpful, you know? She can be a bit scary, but it’s obvious how this hurts her. But I don’t think there’s really anything to be done. Whenever he does work it out, it’ll already be in her past.”

“Poor River,” said Amy. “The Doctor’s a complete moron about this stuff. A big, genius, stupid moron. And even we needed a little shove. If Mels hadn’t said anything, who knows how long it would have taken us—”

The sonic whirred, and the tiny red bulb flashing amongst the instruments on the TARDIS console blinked out. The live feed went silent.

Alone with the humming of the time rotor again, the Doctor slumped over the console.

Well, fine, maybe he was a moron. But it wasn’t as if anything about this was easy. It hadn’t been easy when she died before his eyes, telling him not to dare change one line of their life together that he’d yet to live. It hadn’t been easy trying to keep her from winding her way into his hearts— in fact, he’d failed rather spectacularly on that front, despite his best intentions.

It wasn’t easy to begin, when he’d already seen the end. When he couldn’t change her future because it was already his past. Wasn’t it all set in stone already, then, no matter what he did? So how did it still feel like he was making a complete mess of everything?

Maybe it was past time he started clearing up after them.

___

“I won’t lie,” River called as he emerged from the TARDIS, “I was rather hoping you’d be back.” She was sat half-curled on her bunk, her back against the cell wall and her diary open on her lap. “How long has it been? A few decades?”

“Er, about half an hour?”

“Oh.” There was a quiet brittleness to the sound, her initial bravado faltering as she laid down her pen, and the Doctor noticed for the first time the red tinge around her eyes. “Me too,” she said softly.

River Song had never looked so uncertain. The memory of her warmth still tingled on his lips; the blaze of joy that had spilled out of her mind and suffused every place they touched. How quickly and utterly he’d doused that exquisite glow with a thoughtless word. He wouldn’t dare think River fragile, but something was on the verge of breaking here, if he didn’t handle it with the proper care.

No pressure. The Doctor took a deep breath and gripped a bar of her cell, pausing in the still-open doorway. “I was, uh, hoping I could give that another go.” His cheeks felt so hot there was no doubt he’d turned a very unattractive shade of tomato.

“Doctor,” she said, placating, her gaze dropping to her lap as she sat up and valiantly cobbled together a façade of composure, “you don’t have to—”

“I want to.” He forgot how to swallow for a moment, but basically managed not to audibly choke on his own tongue. What was worse than tomato? Molten lava? The distance between them was humiliating. He couldn’t have such a mortifyingly sensitive conversation shouting across a room. Somehow, when he forced his unreliable legs to carry him jerkily over the gulf between them, it was only a couple of steps.

The Doctor sat down on her bed. He made sure not to think about the fact that he was sitting on her bed. River watched him, frozen and wide-eyed.

“River, I— I want this,” he managed to wrench out. You. Us. Even as he made her an offering of his pride, his tongue couldn’t seem to shape the truer words. He desperately hoped she understood. No, no, that wasn’t good enough. He reached out, taking both of her cold hands in his. “River,” he repeated, the word creaking past his lips, raspy and low. A plea and an admission. He was tired, so tired of fighting it. It hadn’t worked, anyway. He was done for. And every time he ran away, he only hurt her more.

He lifted one hand to tuck her spectacular hair behind her ear, and her eyes fluttered ever-so-briefly shut. She still hadn’t moved; she seemed almost afraid to breathe. Miscalculating their relationship like that must have been shockingly painful for her. She’d reached out to touch him and been burned. The urge to reassure her gave him courage enough to speak again, but god knew what was going to come out of his mouth when he did.

“River,” he muttered again, maybe just because he’d always loved the way her name felt on his tongue. He brushed the backs of his fingers feather-light over her face, then his hand slowly lowered, hovering hesitant between them. “Can I…”

“Yes,” she said, though it came out as a breath without sound, and she cleared her throat. “You can touch me.”

Her whispered words sent a startling spike of heat through him, and almost before the Doctor knew it he was kissing her, slowly; scarcely moving but to lean in and cradle her face in his hands. He did his best to take in the little details: the slight friction of her lips sliding soft against his, the stifled whimper she exhaled over his cheek. He pulled back just enough for a shared breath to warm the air between them, for his nose to brush hers, then kissed her again. When he dared to trace over her lower lip with his tongue, she sighed contentedly as her lips parted. Surely it had been this lovely before, too, but the shock had gotten the better of him. Now he felt he could just melt into her; forget everything in the universe but how good it was to finally let himself love her.

She’d been generous with her permission, so he didn’t hesitate to slip an arm around her back and pull her closer. The warm, solid shape of her under his hands, pressed to his chest, was intoxicating. It was baffling. He was a fairly indiscriminate hugger, but he’d always been too terrified to touch River like that— maybe afraid once he started, he’d never stop. And good job he hadn’t, because this was not what it was normally like. This was… bigger. And the more he kissed her; the more he leant over her for a better angle and his palms pressed into her back and she shifted her body beneath him, making a ragged, desperate little noise in her throat; the more he realised this was very quickly becoming something he hadn’t exactly planned on. Of course, he could stop any time. River was following his lead, accepting whatever he offered but making no demands of her own. That didn’t seem fair. She deserved so much better than he’d given her.

“You’re, uh. Sure I can’t convince you to come with me?” he muttered in her ear, and he actually felt her shiver. Mental note of that, check.

“I really shouldn’t…” she whispered, but the ellipsis was audible, hanging in the air between them.

“I’ll have you back before they miss you. And, ah, Amy and Rory have gone to bed.” Not that he was implying they were going to require privacy, or anything— no, actually, maybe that was exactly what he was saying. Thankfully not aloud, although somehow he felt like River knew just what he was thinking anyway.

“Hang on,” she said, squinting off into the near distance with a frown, “I’m just figuring out how weird something is.”

“Um, okay.”

“Mm, decided I don’t care. Let’s go.”

Sneaking River out of prison (which surely shouldn’t have been so easy to do— what kind of operation were they running, anyway?) and into the darkened TARDIS console room made the Doctor feel, for some reason, positively giddy. (It was also completely unnecessary, because it was his ship, and his companions had gone to bed, and there was also no reason she shouldn’t be there with him just like she had been an hour ago, anyway— except that it all felt very different now.) She was holding his hand, and that was another completely mundane thing he did with friends and acquaintances every day without a second thought, but which suddenly seemed unusually intimate and warm and wonderful when it was River. He couldn’t seem to stop giggling, which might have partly been nerves, and partly the unnecessary sneaking, but was mostly because he was, actually, ridiculously happy.

River kept shushing him, but she was laughing too, which made him laugh more, which made her laugh and shush more and then, in a moment of wildly impulsive bravery, he backed her up against the console and kissed her. That stifled both their giggles, as she let out a long sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck. She really was outrageously, staggeringly, miraculously wonderful. It was nice to just let himself think that for a moment, without five tonnes of weight attached to it; without all the shadows it cast. Instead, just for now, he thought: They really could have been doing this all along? He was definitely a moron.

“...and you really think this is going to work? Challenging him to a bet?”

“Worth a shot. Believe me, he’s a sore loser. That’s how I got him to go to Space Florida.”

“Um, what is that?” River groaned mournfully.

“Ah, probably bumped into Amy’s nanorecorder, it was somewhere on the console,” the Doctor muttered over the dull chatter.

“Could you please shut it off?” she whinged, which seemed a bit out of character, but he obligingly fumbled one-handed over the controls for it in the dim light. He didn’t find anything immediately, but he did crane his head to the side enough that he wound up pressed into River’s neck, and her skin was so very warm and soft under his lips as he breathed her in. The sounds she made in response to that were even more enticing, and he forgot all about whatever it was he’d been looking for, until the echoey chatter came through again, louder:

“Oh, you should’ve seen him the first time I met River. Before that, I sort of thought he was asexual? But, not like a person is— like an amoeba. But then he was trying to be grumpy with her and obviously kept coming up with horny instead.”

River burst into riotous laughter as the Doctor choked on air, searching frantically along the console for the stupid bloody little lightbulb — but then River hopped up onto the console and wrapped her legs around him, beaming at him as she pulled him down for another kiss and, well. A little more humiliation was really a small price to pay.

“Oh, no. Um, retreat. Retreat!” Rory was urgently whispering, but it didn’t sound as faint as it had before.

“What? Is that— oh my god!” Amy shrieked.

Reluctantly, the Doctor pulled back from River, breathless and blushing, and almost immediately locked eyes across the console room with Amy. Who was not talking to Rory in their room, but instead standing beside him in the corridor entrance, looking scandalised and delighted whilst he very deliberately averted his eyes.

“They do not need our help, clearly,” Rory said, trying to tug her away, but Amy whooped and cheered instead of following.

River covered her mouth, shaking with laughter.

The Doctor sighed heavily, mustered up the few remaining crumbs of his dignity, and commanded, “Ponds, out!”

“Right on the console, Doctor, really!” Amy shouted back, grinning wickedly. “Well done, River!”

“Out!” he repeated, a bit more desperately. Amy’s boisterous laughter finally started to fade away down the corridor as he groaned and buried his burning face in River’s shoulder.

“There, there, sweetie,” she said, patting his back sympathetically. “They’ll see worse.”

“That… is really not terribly comforting, River.”

“Yeah. You have no idea.”

#dr fic #11river #doctor/river #yes i wrote YET ANOTHER DOTM fix it #what of it #all my fics recently have been the same i dont care #no im lying i do i need to switch it up asap lol

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starshine-hockey-girl · 2 years

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Star Crossed- Miro Heiskanen fic

Here is my very late summer fic exchange story written for @selfindulgentpoorlywritten who requested Reader Insert, fluff, smut (18+ only), angst - with a happy ending. It's my first time writing for Miro. I hope that you enjoy it.

@antoineroussel @fallinallincurls @princessphilly

Word Count- 7.6K

Author's Notes- I do play a little fast and loose with factual details and the realities of Covid

Warnings- alcohol use; some light verbal abuse; an abundance of fluff

Sunday-September 16th- 2018

Aurora looked down at her phone and saw a text message from her father, Jere Lehtinen. She sighed and walked away from the group. She, her boyfriend Brayden and their friends had gone to Top Golf for his birthday. Her father had been away at the Dallas Stars training camp for the past week.

Brayden dropped her back at her large house in Preston Hollow. “I’ll call you later,” she said as she kissed him on the cheek. Brayden and Rory had been dating for almost a year and Rory was ridiculously in love. They were the prototype of high school sweethearts who began dating their senior year of high school. Originally, Rory had planned on attending the University of Texas to major in Sports Management in pursuit of her dream job in the NHL. However, when Brayden had been waitlisted at UT, she changed her plans and went with her second choice of Southern Methodist University. He started at community college at Brookhaven. The change of plans had come as a huge disappointment to her father who did not want to see his precious baby girl change her dreams for a boy-particularly that boy.

Rory walked into the house and called, “Papa- I am home.”

Jere called from the kitchen, “In here, Pupu(bunny).” She walked into the large kitchen to give her father a hug. He squeezed her tight, “How was your night? How was Bray?” The disdain dripped from his voice.

“Papa, you know that it is BrayDEN,” she corrected as she eyed the young man standing at the end of the island. The tall brunette looked at the bubbly, young blonde, blushed and looked down again. Rory looked at her father and spoke in Finnish, “Who’s the boy?”

Jere looked at Miro then back at his daughter and replied in Finnish, “That’s Miro. I told you about him. He’s starting with the Stars and will be living with us until he gets settled into Dallas life.”

Rory looked back and forth between the two and spoke in English, “Staying here? In our house?”

“Yes and I want you to show him the ropes,” her father replied.

“What ropes?” she stared at her father in disbelief, “Is this the favor you wanted to ask me? Aren’t there some Finns on the team to show him the ropes?” she asked incredulously.

“Pupu,” he father replied with a sweet smile, “He needs someone his own age to show him the town. He can’t go hang out in bars with the other guys. Do your papa this favor.” Miro stared at the ground and listened into the conversation. He could understand the general idea of it even if the finer points were lost in him. He wasn't sure what the ropes were and why he would need to see them.

Rory rolled her eyes, “Fine, but he has to fit into my schedule- not the other way around.”

"Pupu," he chided his youngest daughter, "You know he will not have flexibility in his schedule. Why are you not willing to help him out?"

"I think you know why. Brayden won't like it if he is always hanging around. Also I am not wasting my time with some rookie that might be sent down to Austin within two weeks." Jere gave her the "look". "Papa, I have a life," she pleaded, "Okay, I will schedule something for next weekend."

“Thank you,” her father kissed her cheek, “Now, can you show Miro to the guest bedroom?”

Rory waited for Miro to join and spoke in Finnish, "I will show you the room and then we will come get your bags." They passed through the family room. Miro stopped and stared at the three Selke trophies prominently displayed in the built-in. Mementos of Jere’s impressive Stars and Team Finland career were scattered around the room. Rory moved to stand next to him as he looked at each item. She looked at the trophy then at Miro and spoke again in Finnish, "So you must be good if Papa is so invested in you.

"Yeah," he blushed and replied back in Finnish, “I think I have a shot.” He looked at the framed photo of Rory sitting in the bowl of the Stanley Cup at the tender age of six months. "Is that you?"

She smiled and continued in Finnish, "Yeah, I have hockey in my blood. Brayden hates it though."

They walked slowly to the guest bedroom. Miro turned at the door and smiled. "Is Brayden boyfriend? He should like things you like," he said in English. Rory's mouth dropped. "I speak English. Not much, but enough," he smiled, "I won't waste your time, bunny" Rory blushed and rushed to her room just in time for her nightly call from Brayden.

October 2021

“But why does he have to go?” Brayden whined to Rory. She adjusted her short sleeved Longhorn t-shirt and cut-off shorts.

“Because there isn’t anything more quintessential Texan than the State Fair and Texas/OU football game,” she replied. “You know, you could be a little more understanding about the situation,” she sighed, “Imagine that you were across the world from your friends and family- in a brand new city. Wouldn’t you want someone to show you around?”

Brayden walked up to her and lifted her up. He smiled, “Well, I don’t ever plan on leaving Texas so it will never be an issue for me.” She ran her hand over his broad chest and matching Longhorn shirt and pressed her lips together.

“You mean to live? You never want to live anywhere other than Texas?” she asked.

“To live and to be. I have everything I want and need here,” he joked as he kissed her cheek. He sat her down and playfully swatted her bottom.

“Not even to travel? Explore the world and see what else there is to see?” she scoffed.

“I mean, I’d go to Mexico or some place for our honeymoon, but that’s just about it.” he answered emphatically. Jere’s career had afforded Rory opportunities to travel the world much more than the average person her age. Between the annual trips in the summer to Finland and the international hockey tournaments, she had traveled extensively. She tried to imagine living a life that did not continue that sort of travel. It felt small-minded and unappealing, but Rory tried to dismiss the feeling. Brayden was her boyfriend and she loved him. She stared at his tall and muscular body. He was every bit of the stereotypical Texan that she was conditioned to want by her environment. She tried to shake the feeling that she wanted something more. Rory left him in the living room and walked to the bottom of the stairs. “Jäbä, are you ready to leave?”

Miro came bounding down the stairs with a smile, “Yes, Aurora” He spoke her name in an exaggerated drawl playfully, “I am ready to go to the great State Fair of Texas.” She rolled her eyes and poked him in the middle of the chest. She had spent the previous week explaining the fair and its intricacies to a very confused Miro. “So it’s a carnival?” he would ask in Finnish. She would shake her head emphatically and describe its wonders. Again he would tease, “So it’s a really BIG carnival?”

Brayden cleared his throat to get Rory’s attention. “We need to go if we want to do any sort of tailgating,” he explained.

Rory’s facial expression changed slightly and Miro noticed. “What’s tailgating?” he tentatively asked in English.

Rory answered back in Finnish, “It’s where people get drunk before a sporting event. In this case, because he is too young to legally drink inside the fair, he will start before the game.”

Miro looked from Rory to Brayden and asked in Finnish, “And this is not good? You don’t like it?”

Rory spit out in English, “No, I don’t like it. I don’t like it all.”

Three hours later-Cotton Bowl Stadium

Miro looked over at Rory and sighed. She was trying to put on a brave face, but he could tell that she was upset. Brayden and his friends had imbibed before the game and were now making fools of themselves at the game. After taking a commanding lead through the third quarter, the UT Longhorns were now seeing that lead decimated by a fourth quarter OU Sooner comeback led by Kyler Murray. When OU scored the tying touchdown with two minutes left in the game, Brayden and his friends effectively lost-their-shit. A tirade of cuss words flowed from their mouths. Despite himself, Miro laughed. Rory shared a glance with him before breaking out in giggles as well.

“What the fuck are the two of you laughing at, huh?” Brayden demanded and stomped his feet.

This caused Rory’s giggles to erupt even louder. “Look at yourself. It’s a FOOTBALL game- not the end of the world,” she said between laughs. Brayden looked back and forth between the two friends and felt his blood pressure rise. He got the sense that they were mocking him and he detested being mocked.

“Hey Finn boy,” he growled, “I don’t know what you are laughing at. You can barely speak English.”

“Hey,” Rory chided him, “If you are mad at me for laughing, then be mad at me. Don’t take it out on Jäbä.”

“Jäbä, Jäbä, Jäbä,” Brayden mocked, “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“Dude,” Miro interjected quickly.

“Don’t dude me,” Brayden replied, “We are NOT friends.”

Miro laughed, “No, it literally means ‘Dude’.” He turned to Rory and asked in Finnish, “How do you say nickname?”

“The word is nickname,” Rory answered in Finnish.

Miro turned around, “It’s nickname she have for me. You no like?”

“No, I don’t like it. I don’t like anything about you. You stupid foreign asshole,” Brayden countered, “You can’t even speak basic English.”

Miro took a step toward Brayden. “I can speak English.” Brayden took a step back. He had not anticipated Miro standing up to him. Just then the Longhorns ran the ball down to the twenty four yard line. Brayden turned his attention back to the game. Miro turned to face Rory with a question in his eyes. She softly shook her head no and looked down. “Aurora,” he said softly, “Don’t be sad. He’s drunk. No big deal.” Internally, Rory knew that it was a big deal. She knew that his temper was out of control and she was embarrassed that Miro felt the brunt of it. “Aurora,” he said again, “It’s not your fault.” They shared a tender look and she sighed before giving him a soft smile.

The stadium erupted in cheers as the Longhorns kicked a field goal to retake the lead. Brayden picked up Rory and squeezed her in a tight hug then placed a forceful kiss on her mouth. Miro watched in stunned silence. His heart raced and he felt an uncomfortable emotion pulsing through his body. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew that it was an immediate response to Brayden kissing Rory. Miro turned to observe half the crowd erupting in cheers while the other half looked dejected. “I’ll never understand football,” he thought to himself.

After the game, the group made their way to the Midway for rides and carnival games. Brayden, Jayden and Caden bribed another fairgoer into purchasing large beers for them so their buzz would keep going. Miro walked behind Brayden and Rory as Brayden led her through the crowd with a tight grip on her waist. A carnival barker called out to the group from the Rope Ladder Climb. “Hey Bro, win your girl a prize,” he called out to Brayden, “All you have to do is climb this rope and ring the bell. It’s as easy as pie.”

Brayden took a look at Rory and then looked back at Miro. “Yeah, I’ll do it,” he said as he pulled out his wallet. How much?” The barker informed him that it was ten dollars. “Hey Rory, can you spot me? I used the last of my cash for the beers.” She looked at him in disbelief.

Miro stepped forward and handed the barker a crispy twenty. Brayden looked up in surprise. “Him first and then me,” Miro said, “We see who wins prize.”

Brayden mounted the rope ladder and tried to balance his weight. He moved his right foot to the next rung and the ladder wobbled. He took another step and it wobbled again. His friends shouted suggestions to him- “Go faster, Tighten your grip, Go slower!” Beads of sweat covered Brayden’s forehead and palms. He began to lose his grip and with a final movement fell off of the ladder. He hit the inflatable with the palm of his hand and cussed, “Damn it, it’s rigged. It’s fucking rigged.”

Miro walked up to the ladder as Brayden exited and looked back at Rory. He gave her a sly smile and she giggled. “I go now?” he asked as he balanced on the ladder. The barker gave him the go signal and Miro took off. He nimbly climbed, moving his opposite limbs in a fluid motion- left, right left, right. Brayden stood in stunned silence as Miro reached the top within seconds and rang the bell in victory. Miro jumped off the ladder and slid down the inflatable. He flashed Rory another smile as he said to the barker, “You right- easy as cake”

Rory laughed, “Jäbä, pie- the phrase is easy as pie.”

Miro simply shrugged his shoulders, “I was close.”

The barker instructed Miro to pick from the top row of prizes. Miro laughed as he pointed to the prize he wanted. The barker pulled down the large stuffed animal and handed it to the Finn. Miro took the prize and placed it in Rory’s hands with a flourish. “Pupu pupulleni,” he said gallantly in Finnish. Rory hugged the prize and hid her face to hide her blush.

“What the fuck did you say?” Brayden demanded to know.

“A bunny for my bunny,” Miro replied in English. He turned to Rory, “You like, Aurora?”

Brayden tried to rip the bunny from Rory’s arms, ��You are not taking that from him. You are not.” He screamed in her face, “You are MY girlfriend- not his fucking bunny. Give it back to him.”

Miro stepped in between the two, “Back off.”

“Oh, look at who is back to his broken English again,” Brayden mocked.

Rory yelled, “Stop it- stop it Brayden”

“Give her the bunny back and walk away Brayden. Don’t ever scream at her like that again,” Miro said firmly while he stared into the Texan’s eyes, “Is that English good enough for you?” He turned to Rory in Finnish, “Aurora, I think it’s time for us to go home. Do you want me to get an Uber to take us?”

Rory looked back and forth between Brayden and Miro. She was going to disappoint one with any decision made. She thought quickly and blurted out, “Miro is going to take me home. You're drunk and if my dad sees it, he is going to be furious. Call me tomorrow when you are sober. We can talk then.” She looked at Miro and spoke in Finnish, “Get me out of here and away from him, Jäbä. I just want to go home.”

Miro nodded and grabbed her hand before he responded in Finnish, “Yes, my bunny.”

December 31st, 2018

Three hours later, Miro called from the party at Tyler Seguin's house.

Miro: Aurora- are you coming?

Rory: No Jäbä- I am not.

Miro: Why not? What happened?

Rory took a deep breath: Brayden broke up with me

Miro: He what?

Rory: He broke up with me- via text

Miro: Where are you?

Rory: Home

Miro: I am coming to you.

Miro hung up the phone before she could protest. He left the party without telling anyone and made it to the Lehtinen home in less than fifteen minutes. He unlocked the front door and walked into the house, “Aurora, it’s me Jäbä. I am home.”

Rory called from the kitchen, "I am in here." He followed the sound of her voice and found her sitting at the island. A bottle of vodka sat in front of her. He glanced at her as she opened it and poured herself a drink. "Want one?" she asked dejectedly.

“When will your parents be home?” he asked quietly.

“It will be late. They are at the Morrow’s New Year’s Eve party,” she said quietly.

“Only one drink,” he cautioned, “Tell me what happened.”

She slid her phone across the counter to him, “Read for yourself.”

“He cheating on you? With Maddie?” he looked up in surprise.

“Yep,” she said sardonically, “My guess is that it’s been going for a while now. Lots of stuff makes sense now.”

Miro studied her face. Her usual bubbly demeanor had been replaced with sadness. She took a long swig of her drink. Tears fell from her eyes as she spoke softly, “Papa was right about him. He was right all along.” Miro took a step toward her and she backed away. “I wanted so much to make it work. He was perfect from the outside.”

“Not perfect for you,” he tried to comfort her, “He treated you bad.”

“My stupid stubborness got me into this mess,” she cried, “I wanted to prove everyone wrong. I wanted to prove my papa wrong. I wanted to prove you wrong. I gave up my dream for someone who never really loved me- at least not in the way I loved him.”

Miro reached over and took the glass from her hand. He walked over to the sink and poured the contents out. She watched him silently and without opposition. “Have you eaten?” he asked. She shook her head no. He nodded his head, “We order pizza and talk” Rory walked away as Miro used his phone to order pizza. He found her seating on the large sectional in the family room. She eyed him with curiosity as he sat on the opposite end.

“Why are you here, Jäbä?” she finally asked, “Isn’t there a party at Seggy’s tonight?”

“You need a friend tonight,” he answered quickly.

“Oh,” she replied, “Why do you want to be my friend, Jäbä? Why are being so nice to me?”

He looked up in surprise, “I am nice to you because you were nice to me. You help me learn English. Show me ropes.”

“Is it bad that I don’t feel sad about Brayden? Maybe that’s a sign, right?” she asked.

“Good sign,” he answered, “Tell me about dream you gave up for him.”

“I was supposed to go to UT because their program for Sports Management is better than SMU. When he got waitlisted, I switched to stay with him,” she explained. “At UT, I could study abroad. I might even be able to study in Finland and work with Team Finland,” she smiled at the thought, “I know a couple of guys that would have put in a good word for me.”

“It’s not too late,” Miro suggested, “You could still have your dream.”

Rory stared at him for a moment and considered the possibility. She felt a sense of excitement. She mentally went over what she would have to do to procure a transfer. Miro studied her as a smile spread across her face. “You’re right. I could still have my dream,” she said. She stood up and paced as she let her mind embrace the possibilities that awaited her. Suddenly she rushed over to Miro and squeezed him a tight hug. “Thank you Jäbä,” she whispered in his ear, “Thank you for being my friend.”

“Thank you, Aurora, for being my friend,” he squeezed her back.

March 2019

Rory stood in the kitchen and studied her phone. There was an email from the University of Texas admissions office. She tried to will herself open it. She had jumped through hoops to meet the deadlines for transfer. Now she awaited the answer and it sat in her email inbox. Miro walked into the house from the garage. She looked up at him with expectant eyes and he blinked back. Mentally he calculated the date and remembered that the answer should be arriving today. “Good answer?” he asked. He had a front row seat to all of the work that she had put into the transfer. Not only that, the hard work that she continued to do to maintain her 4.0 GPA at SMU.

“It’s here, but I am afraid to open it,” she whispered. He walked over to look over her shoulder at her phone.

“Open it, Aurora. I bet it is good news,” he encouraged.

“I am scared, Jäbä,” she whined, “You do it.”

“You know my English shaky,” he joked as he took the phone.

“You can read the important parts. Tell me,” she pleaded.

He opened the email and skimmed the contents before a smile spread across his face.

“Yes?” she asked quickly.

He nodded his head emphatically, “Yes! You start this fall.”

Rory jumped up and down, “I got in? Jäbä, I really got in?”

“You got in, Aurora,” he cheered. Suddenly Rory threw herself into his arms and he squeezed her tight. They spun around as they both reveled in her joy. He set her back down and she stared up into his eyes. Their hearts raced and they struggled to catch their breath. Rory felt herself drawn to him and before she knew it, they kissed. His hand cradled the back of her head as their mouths opened to each other and he tasted the flavor of her Burt’s Bee vanilla bean lip balm. He groaned softly as his tongue slid across her lips to taste her better. It was delicious and exhilarating at the same time. They were lost in the unexpected thrill of the kiss and didn’t hear her parents arrive home. Jere cleared his throat loudly. Rory and Miro pushed apart quickly. Rory looked from her father to Miro and back again. Her father stared at Miro who looked down in a combination of fear and embarrassment. An uncomfortable silence loomed in the air before Miro spoke. “Rory has news for you,” he said quickly. Rory stared at him for a moment. He never called her Rory. It was always Aurora. Her face pinched in surprise. He turned and walked out of the kitchen.

She looked at her parents who studied her closely, “Ummm, I got into UT. I just got the news today. Jäbä read it to me.” Her father held out his arms and she ran into them. “Papa, are you happy?” she whispered, “Are you proud of me?”

“Always” he said proudly. He let her go so she could hug her mother, Jana. Afterward, they stood in awkward silence. “We should go out and celebrate. I will take you to your favorite restaurant,” her father suggested. “Go invite, Miro. He should come,” he added.

Inside of his bedroom, Miro paced while his mind raced. He drifted back to the memory of their kiss. It felt right and natural although completely unexpected. He was unsure what it meant if anything. “She got in,” he said to himself. It’s not as if he expected her not to get in, but he had never considered the reality of when she got into UT. It was March now. At the latest the Stars season would conclude in June. That is only if they made the Stanley Cup Finals. After that, he would go back home to Finland. She would be in Austin when he returned. He thought of Brayden and how she had given up her dream for him. Would she do the same for him? Could he allow her to do the same?

He was absorbed in thought when Rory knocked softly on Miro’s door, “Jäbä? Can I come in?” The door opened and he stood to the side. Her eyes searched for any sign of how Miro felt about the kiss, but his face revealed nothing. “My parents are taking me to dinner to celebrate. Do you want to come?” she asked tentatively.

“No, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he replied, “I think it should just be your family.”

She inhaled sharply, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he answered, “I won’t be home when you get back. I am going to go hang out with Big Rig.” He made a mental note to send a SOS text when Rory left.

“Oh okay,” she mumbled and turned to go.

“Aurora,” he called as she walked down the hall. She turned to look at him. “I am proud for you.

“Thanks,” she responded quietly.

Later that night

Miro entered the house quietly. The Lehtinens didn’t have very many rules for the young defenseman while he stayed in their house, but coming in at two AM would certainly be frowned upon. He had just returned from hanging out at Big Rig’s apartment where they had played video games for a few hours. He walked through the house and stopped suddenly when he saw Rory sitting at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey,” he said, “why are you up?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she said quietly, “about earlier.”

“Oh,” he replied, “You mean the kiss?”

“Yeah,” she answered in Finnish, “Do you regret it?”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Regret? No, I don’t regret it,” he answered back in Finnish. He sat next to her on the stairs. She looked at him with questions in her eyes. He looked down and took a deep breath. He had been thinking all night of how to discuss what had happened. Even though he though he had a prepared answer, when he looked at her pretty face so full of hope and promise, all the words escaped him. There was the answer he WANTED to say and the answer he NEEDED to say. “Aurora, the kiss was amazing. I don’t regret it, but I don’t think it should happen again,” he said gently. The disappointment was written all over her face. “You gave up your dream for Brayden once. I can’t let you give your dream for me. I don’t think that we can work as anything other than friends. It’s not right,” he explained in Finnish.

The pain of rejection stung Rory and she spit out quickly in Finnish, “Presumptuous of you to think I would give up my dream over a single kiss. You’re right. We are better off as friends. I am glad that we cleared that up.” She got up and started up the stairs.

“Aurora,” he called quietly.

She turned, “It’s fine, Miro. We’re friends. It’s all fine.” It was his turn to flinch at the sound of his name. Rory stormed up the stairs and slammed her door before throwing herself on the bed. Miro got up slowly and climbed the stairs. He paused outside of her door. The sound of her crying was barely audible and it killed him. “I’m sorry, Aurora, '' he whispered before returning to his room.

May 7th, 2021- St. Louis

Rory stood in the hotel lobby waiting for the Stars players to return from the Enterprise Center. The Stars had been knocked out of the playoffs in a devastating loss in double overtime. She texted her father who confirmed that the team would return to the hotel that night instead of flying back to Dallas. Rory and Miro had seemingly recovered from the awkwardness of their kiss and his subsequent rejection of her. She focused on school and he focused on his play and the playoffs. There were still occasional hang-outs but the laughter didn’t flow as freely. Their shared times together were punctuated by awkward times of silence. Still she cared deeply for him and it had nearly broken her heart to watch him in the handshake line.

There was a subtle buzz in the air when the team started walking into the lobby. Various Stars fans cheered while a group of Blues fans jeered. “Jäbä,” she called to Miro as passed her. He looked over and she gave a bright smile. He reluctantly walked to her and allowed her to hug him. She felt the tension in his body and released the hug. “You played so well,” she said enthusiastically.

“We lost,” he said bluntly.

“I know. I am just trying to cheer you up, Jäbä” she replied.

“Maybe I don’t want to be cheered up,” he chided.

“Are you mad at me? What have I done?” she said in surprise.

“No, I just don’t want to be cheered. I want to be alone,” he blurted out.

“Okay, Jäbä,” she said meekly, “I will see you tomorrow.”

He nodded and turned to the elevator. He made the long walk to his room and replayed the conversation in his mind. He had been exceptionally curt and rude to her attempt at support. “Stupid,” he thought, “She was just trying to be a good friend.” Miro walked into his room and stared at the bed. “Dammit,” he thought, “I don’t want to leave it like this.” He turned around and left the room. When he turned the corner to walk down the hall to Rorys’ room, he did a double take. Big Rig stood behind Rory as she opened her door. His hand was on the small of her back. When the door opened, Rory turned around and hugged him tightly. Miro blinked and turned and walked away.

The next morning Miro ate his breakfast in silence next to Esa Lindell. Oleksiak walked into the room with a swagger that did not fit the mood of the rest of the team. Seggy looked up and joked, “Big Rig- why are you so happy? You know that we lost, right?”

Oleksiak joked back, “We may have lost but I found someone to ease the pain.” Miro stopped mid-bite and stared at Big Rig. “Gotta love those blondes,” he joked, “They make everything better.”

Esa Lindell glanced over at Miro, “You okay?”

Miro swallowed the bitterness and bile that rose in his throat, “Yeah, never better.”

January 2021

Jere signaled the DJ to lower the music. The Lehtinen family hosted an annual party at the beginning of the season which because of Covid had been delayed to January. Tonight's party served also as a quasi celebration for Rory who graduated in December. She was set to start her dream job in the Stars organization the next week.

Jere spoke into the microphone, “Hello. I want to take a moment to be a proud papa. Pupu, where are you? Come to me.” Rory groaned and sheepishly walked to her father. “Our Aurora completed her degree in Sports Management at the best school in the world. She finished her study abroad with Team Finland and will now start her new job working back at home. Her mother and I could not be more proud. Raise your glass and toast the smartest and most beautiful girl in the room.” She felt her cheeks flush with heat as the guests toasted her. She resisted the urge to look around for Miro to see his response. She was sure that she would find him standing next to a buxom blonde wearing next to nothing.

If she had looked up, she would have seen him standing in the corner by himself, staring at her with a mix of regret and pride. He could not be more proud of the woman that she had grown into. She radiated intelligence and kindness. All of the things that drew him to her when they first became friends. He continued to stare in the hopes that she would make eye contact, but it didn’t happen. Instead his eyes fell upon the tall frame of Oleksiak and he remembered that night in St. Louis. It was the last night he had seen Rory face to face.

After that night, he returned to the Lehtinen house, packed his things and took the first flight available back to Finland. Rory had texted and called several times, but he did return them. For all intents and purposes, he ghosted her. During the past two years, he had kept track of her activities via social media. There had been no serious boyfriends and she appeared to be thriving in Austin. He was unaware that she was doing the same. The multiple pictures of Miro with scantily clad women hanging all over him was a disappointment.

Rory circled the room and made all the appropriate small talk. Her stomach churned with the thought of running into Miro. They had not spoken in years, other than a brief "Good Luck" text exchange during the Stanley Cup Finals. A full year had passed since then and the confusion and rejection still felt as real and raw as that summer of 2019. After getting roped into a dreadful conversation with Tyler Seguin and his girlfriend, Rory went outside to get some fresh air.

Despite it being January, the weather was mild and Rory took a deep breath. The familiar scent of Miro's cologne hit her nostrils and she spun around to see him leaning against the pergola. He laughed at her surprise and she shrieked in Finnish "What are you doing here?"

"I was invited by your father," he replied in perfect English. Miro scoffed, “I am surprised that you aren't huddled up to Big Rig.”

Rory eyed him suspiciously, “And why would I do that?”

Miro looked down as the memory of Rory hugging Big Rig flashed in his mind’s eye. The accompanying pang in his heart and stomach felt entirely too familiar. “You did have that one night thing in St. Louis,” he whispered, “I figured that you kept in touch with him.”

Rory’s head twisted around, “We had what?”

“I saw him at your hotel room in St. Louis, Rory,” Miro said quietly.

“And?” she questioned, “Do you know why he was at my hotel room? What do you think happened, Jäbä?” Miro’s head popped at the word Jäbä. She hadn’t called him that since they stopped talking in 2019. She stared into his green eyes and saw the pain. She bit her lip and contemplated the cause of it. “Jäbä, tell me what you think happened.”

“You slept with him. That’s what I think happened,” he bluntly answered.

Rory gasped deeply, “Wait, is that why you started ignoring me? You pushed me away because you thought I slept with Big Rig?” He nodded his head and walked away. He stood on the edge of the pergola and looked over the manicured backyard. “I didn’t, by the way,” she added, “Even if I had, why didn’t you talk to me about it? You just quit talking to me based on an assumption. I was that disposable to you?”

He turned and looked over his shoulder, “What was I supposed to say, Rory?” he said with disgust, “Did you sleep with my liney? After everything we went through, you slept with him?”

Rory stared at him and tried to process what was happening. A feeling of disbelief started which quickly transformed to anger. “Why would it matter if I slept with him, which I did not. We were friends. You threw away our friendship over an assumption?”

“It wasn’t an assumption! I saw what I saw,” Miro asserted before he realized that it, indeed, could have been an assumption. He flashed back and replayed the memory. Big Rig stood behind Rory as she opened her hotel room door, she turned around, they hugged and then he had turned away in disgust. He assumed that Big Rig had gone into the room based on his behavior the next morning. He could have been wrong is the thought that hit him like a two by four in the chest. “What was the reality then? Tell me what happened,” he inquired.

Rory walked over and stood next to him. “You left me in the lobby after the game. I tried to talk to you about the game and you blew me off,” she started to explain. Miro grimaced at the reminder of his childish behavior. “Pretty soon I got surrounded by a group of drunk Blues fans who taunted me about the game,” she continued, “They yelled at me and one of them poured a can of beer on me.” His eyes flashed up at her revelation. “The next thing I remember is the sound of Big Rig’s voice booming ‘Get away from her. Move away from her.’ He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the group. He led me to the elevator bank and made sure I was physically unharmed. He asked if I wanted him to do something about it, but I told him no. I just wanted to get to my room so that’s what he did. Nothing else happened.” She turned and he turned to face her. “I texted you when I got into my room but you never responded. I tried calling and texting but you disappeared into thin air. I needed my friend and you vanished like a ghost.” They stared at each other and reality began to sink into their minds. Rory waited for a response from Miro and was met with stunned silence. "Guess that English isn't so good after all," she sighed. She turned to walk away, “Have a nice life jäbä.”

He watched her walk away with a grimace on his face while he cursed himself in Finnish. Rory put her head down and walked toward the back set of stairs. She dwilled her eyes to contain the tears that threatened to overflow. Where had the sweet boy from Espoo gone? Where had her friend gone? “Hey-heads up Rory,“ she heard Oleksiak joke as he passed her in the hall. She looked up and was reminded of the stupid misunderstanding with Miro and the tenously grasp she had on her emotions released. Tears escaped from their containment and rolled down her face. “Hey, hey, hey- why are you crying, Rory?” Oleksiak asked softly, “This is your party too. What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, “He thinks we slept together. He thinks we had a one night stand in Nashville,” she cried.

“What?” Oleksiak gasped, “Who thinks that?”

“Miro- Miro thinks that,” she sobbed, “That’s why he pushed me away. That’s why he ghosted me.” Oleksiak stared at shoulders that shook with sadness and paused. His mind raced. To be honest, he hadn’t given much thought to why the pretty blonde had been missing from Dallas Stars events. He just assumed that she had been consumed by college life and the natural progression of distancing from her parents and their interests. He assumed that the relationship between the two had fizzled from the distance. His eyebrows furrowed. The news that he had somehow been involved surprised and troubled him. “You told him the truth, right?” Oleksiak asked gently.

Rory nodded her head, “I told him but I am not sure that he believes me.”

“I’ll go talk to him. I will straighten it out, Rory,” he assured her.

“Thanks, but I am not sure that there is a point. The Miro that I loved doesn’t exist anymore, I guess.” she said softly. Her eyes widened at the realization of what she had just admitted. Oleksiak pulled her into a tight side hug and she relaxed into his body.

“Oh he exists, Rory. He puts on an act around a lot of people, but he still exists in there,” he reasoned. He released her from the side hug and bent down to look her in the eyes. “Don’t think that your relationship can’t be repaired,” he implored, “I think it can.”

Rory nodded her head and then gave a soft smile, “Thanks, Big Rig.” She turned and made her way upstairs to her bedroom.

Oleksiak turned and returned to the party. He yelled, “Anyone seen Miro?” There was a collective no response. He turned and made his way outside. He found Heiskanen sitting on a bench under the pergola, staring at the ground. “Hey dude, I hear you might have some questions for me,” he stated bluntly. Miro looked up at the tall specimen of a man in confusion. “Something about a one night stand?” Oleksiak prodded. Miro groaned out loud. “What the hell, Miro?” Oleksiak asked, “You really thought I would make a move on your girl?”

Miro pressed his lips together, “You slept with someone that night. You bragged about it the next morning.”

“Not sure if I would call it bragging, but fair point,” Big Rig.

“So if it wasn’t Rory, who was it?” Miro asked.

“Does it ever matter? It wasn’t your girl. That’s all you need to know,” he answered, “I have too much respect for Rory to refer to her a blonde. Come on, Miro.”

“She’s not my girl. She has never been my girl,” Miro protested.

“Anyone with eyes can see how you feel about her or at least how you FELT about her,” the Canadian scolded the Finn. “We all saw how you were together. Considering that you are sitting here with your head hung down, I think that those feelings haven’t changed,” he continued.

“It won’t work. She doesn’t like me like that,” Miro spoke softly, “At least not anymore. I managed to fuck that up.”

Oleksiak reached over and smacked Miro in the back of his head, “You’re an idiot if you can’t tell that she likes you as more than a friend.”

“Owwwww,” Miro exclaimed, “You didn’t have to hit me.”

“Somebody needs to knock some sense into you,” Oleksiak spoke firmly, “She’s right. You have changed. You are trying to pretend to be someone that you’re not.”

“What do you mean?” Miro asked.

“Look-I like Seggy and Chubbs, but you are not like them. You trying to be this “I don’t give a fuck” player off the ice and it just isn’t you.” Oleksiak answered directly. “Stop pretending to be someone that you are not. You play with all of these puckbunnies when you know in your heart that you are in love with Rory.”

Miro tried to protest and thought about Rory. The pain that he felt when he saw the hug could not be attributed to friendship. The constant longing to see her was unexplainable. It had been years since they had spent time together but he couldn’t get the sound of her laughter out of his head. He smiled when he thought about her smile and the funny jokes she told him.

“What do I do?” Miro asked.

“Go tell her. Go tell her the truth,” Oleksiak spoke bluntly.

“Just like that?” Miro questioned.

“Just like that or I am going to kick your ass in training camp,” Oleksiak joked. Miro got up and punched Big Rig in the arm. “Hey-watch the violence,’ he explained.

“Payback is a bitch, huh?” Miro said as he walked away.

Miro walked up the backstairs and down the hall to Rory’s room. He knocked softly, “Aurora, it’s me-Jäbä.” He got no response, “Can I come in?”

The door suddenly opened and she stood in front of him. “What do you want, Miro?” she sighed.

“I want to explain. I want to tell you what happened,” he answered.

She stood to the side and let him enter. He turned to her and she eyed him warily, “So talk.”

He looked at her and paused. Her physical beauty took his breath away. She was no longer the teenager that he fell in love with. She had grown and matured. Though he would have sworn it would be impossible, she had become even more beautiful. “Ummmm,” he stammered, “Ummmm, first I should say I am sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” she challenged him.

“Sorry for ghosting you,” he replied meekly, “I didn’t know what else to do.” She raised an eyebrow and he continued in Finnish, “I saw you in the hall at the hotel. You’re right. I made an assumption- a wrong assumption. I was just so- I don’t know- when I saw you with him.”

“You were what?” she prodded.

“Jealous!” he spoke quickly in Finnish. “I was out of my mind with jealousy. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t admit it after telling you what we should be friends. I couldn’t admit the the truth.”

“What was the truth, Jäbä,” she yelped.

“The truth was,” he paused and continued in Finnish, “The truth is that I love you and the thought of you being with him drove me crazy. I should have said something. I should have told you, but I was afraid. I was afraid I had blown it after our kiss.”

Rory’s jaw dropped, “What did you say?”

Miro looked her into her eyes, “I said that I love you, Aurora.”

Her eyes filled with tears, “When- then or now?”

He stepped towards her and grabbed her hand. He intertwined his fingers into hers, “Both. I loved you from that moment in the kitchen. I loved you every moment that we spent together. I loved you then and I love you now.”

“Really?” she blushed but pulled his body to hers, “All that time?”

Miro slid his arms around her waist, “All that time.”

“That’s good,” she spoke as her lips ghosted over his. “Because I love you too.”

He brought her mouth to his and kissed her with passion. Rory spoke breathlessly, “Say it again.”

“I love you my bunny,” he moaned as he kissed her.

“I love you my Jäbä,” she moaned in return.

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Everyday without you in my heart - one-shot

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Content: Something for Sad Steve Day. Set January 8th 1992.

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It’s mid-afternoon when Phil hears the security gate buzzer. With Jackie and Rory not due back until the evening and not expecting visitors, he assumes it to be a delivery driver who will eventually notice the large, bright yellow, mailbox conveniently sited right next to the bell and work out what to do with it, so carries on fitting the new strings to his third-favourite acoustic. But the buzzer sounds again, three little trills, so, sighing, he puts the guitar down carefully and walks into the kitchen to look at the monitor. The screen shows a woman standing a little way back from the gatepost with her head tilted down, but, even in black and white, and even if he hadn’t been trying to call her all morning, he would recognise that head of messy curls anywhere - Maddie! But what the hell was she doing here? Quickly he presses the gate-opener and heads outside to meet her.

Maddie has stopped a few steps inside the gate, poised on one foot and looking like she’s deciding whether to turn back again. When she sees Phil coming down the drive, she gives him a weak, apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry. Turning up like this. I just didn’t know where else to go.”

“You’re always welcome, you know that.” Unhooking the heavy backpack from her shoulder, he gives her a one-armed hug. “Come on, I’ll make you some tea.”

“Explains why I couldn’t get you on the phone this morning anyway.”

“Yeah, I was on a plane. Had to be at Newark by 8am.”

As Phil pulls out teabags (imported from England) and switches on the kettle (also imported from England, and requiring a box of electronics cooked up by Phay to work on a US socket), Maddie wanders restlessly around the kitchen picking things up and putting them down again.

“It’s changed a lot since we… since I was last here. I like it, very… shiny.”

“We remodelled last year. It was a bit rustic for our tastes.”

“And you look great! You’ve been lifting weights again haven’t you?”

“Thanks. And you look…” He turns to look at her. Red is a bit of a theme - red hair of course, but also red eyes and a red nose. She’s wearing ripped jeans and a t-shirt he recognises as one of Steve’s. “...terrible. Oh Maddie.”

The concern in his voice cracks the polite facade and Maddie starts to cry. No wailing, her face just creases up and fat tears run down her cheeks unchecked. Phil grabs the only thing to hand, a dishtowel, and pats ineffectually at her face.

“It’s okay, love, it’s okay.”

“I can’t believe it’s been a year.”

“I know.”

“I just… miss him… so much.” she hiccups.

“Of course you do. Of course. I miss him too.”

He abandons the towel and lets her sob into his shirt. She feels frail and insubstantial in his arms. Minutes pass and the weeping shows no signs of slowing up. His t-shirt is now decidedly soggy, and even a petite woman hanging round your neck starts to feel pretty heavy after a while, weight training or no weight training. Shuffling backwards, he steers her into the den. While trying to manoeuvre them both onto the sofa, somehow Maddie ends up on his lap and, instead of moving away, she curls into him, her face against his neck. He shifts awkwardly, trying to find somewhere to put his hands without touching anywhere inappropriate, but once he settles on a shoulder and an elbow as safe territory, it starts to feel more comfortable, comforting even.

“I didn’t know… what to do.”

“Me neither. Heh, I’ve restrung all my guitars today. They didn’t even need doing.”

“It’s like… no one else… remembered. I was going to go… to Sheffield. I know they’re doing something… at the grave. But the family don’t want me around, so…”

“So you came here instead?” He feels her nod. “I’m glad you did. And we can remember him just as well here.”

She nods again. The tears have dried to just an occasional sniffle. Phil drops a light kiss on the top of her head and rubs her shoulder.

“This is Steve’s shirt isn’t it?”

“I only wear the ones that were in the wash when he… the others are still in the drawers. His jackets… I just open the cupboard to touch them sometimes. They still smell like him. But it’s fading now. I don’t know what I’ll do when it’s gone altogether.”

“The only guitar I didn’t do was the one of his that Joe filched for me. It’s still got the original strings he played.”

“Don’t ever change them.”

“I won’t.”

“Sometimes I still hear him playing, like he’s just in the other room.”

“Me too. When I was playing along with the demo tapes, it was like he was there with me. I looked up so many times to say ‘did you mean that to be a G?”, and then remembered.”

“D’you think he is up there somewhere, watching over us?”

“Now that is a big question.”

“I wish… I don’t believe in heaven. But I can’t believe he’s in that hole in the ground either.”

“It doesn’t matter, because he’s in here.” He taps her forehead and then his own.

“Yeah. So many memories.” She sighs. “My head is full of him.”

Lost in his own thoughts, Phil continues to stroke Maddie’s shoulder soothingly with his thumb until he notices that her breathing has slowed and her grip on the front of his shirt loosened. Craning his head around, he sees that her eyes are closed. For a moment he feels gratified that he has succeeded in calming her, then realises he is now trapped for the foreseeable future. Oh well, if it helps Maddie, if it helps them both…

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Phil is startled from his doze by a light touch on his shoulder. He blinks and looks up to Jackie standing over him.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“I know. I know what day it is.” She looks down at the still-sleeping woman cradled in her husband’s arms, “Is she okay?”

“No, not really.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I mean, no, but, you know…”

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(This is based on a sad but comforting dream I had. I bet Phil gives really good hugs.)

#steve clark #steve clark fanfic #steve clark fanfiction #def leppard fanfic #def leppard fanfiction #one-shot #sad steve day #death #death and dying

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gildedploys · 2 years

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L A S T K I S S

I still remember the look on your face Lit through the darkness at 1:58 The words that you whispered for just us to know

trigger warnings: death, murder, loss, grief, panic attack mentions assumed mentions: @roryoakes , @emmanvasquez , @leowalkers , @campbellfcrd , @hyerichvi , @chasewilliams , @ronnienilsson

The memories of the night darkened with a haze, only one truly lingering behind. Rory. He’d been giving her so many compliments toward the end of the night, making the blonde feel special as the crowd around them faded into the background. Emery had let herself give in last night, allowing the feelings to come crashing in as his calloused hands trailed over her bare skin.

Passionate kisses were exchanged while they both rid themselves of parts of their costumes, pausing only when that nagging voice found her once again. Emery could feel how much he wanted her in that moment and it was mutual but fear caused their night to return to fantasy.

It was 2:57 in the morning when they separated, Emery mentally scolding herself but not minding that he was the person she ended her night with, and maybe that was for a reason.

The blonde arrived at the exit as 2:59 sharp, walking home just in time before chaos ensued.

That morning she woke up like every other, preparing a small stack of waffles to go with her coffee while turning on the morning news. Her phone was on the charger, though it was odd that she heard no activity — no usual message from Emman letting her know he’d arrived home safely.

Turning as the TV blared, the flashing alert of a massacre causing the mug to slip out of her grasp and shatter on the floor. Rory.

She should of stayed — she should of made him stay. With her. A few more moments and they both could of gotten what they wanted and his name wouldn’t of been displayed on the screen. She could see him again and let him know how she felt about him — how she truly felt.

I do remember the swing of your step The life of the party, you're showing off again And I roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in

Her thoughts began to race, her heartbeat soon matching the rhythm as the names continued to flood in. So many people she cared for — gone like a blink of an eye or trying to fight through their injuries. Leo, Campbell, Emman, Hyeri, Chase.

This was all done by someone she considered a friend, a man she’d shared many laughs with while setting him up for success in his love life and now the image of Ronnie in her mind was haunted.

Emery shot up from her seat on the couch, both hands running though her hair as she began pacing around the living area. Her vision went blurry as they filled up with tears and the blonde quickly turned off the television to not hear any more about the events of last night.

Her mind drifted back to Rory, hands closing into fists as she pressed her nails into her palms. If she has just stayed with him and given in to her desires he’d be alive. He would of teased her and looked at her with those eyes that were impossible to ignore.

She could of stopped this, changed an untimely end by shoving her stubbornness to the back of her mind. Why couldn’t she of just given in? Taken the chance at a possibility of happiness as their lips met under dimmed lights.

Her fists clenched tighter as her thoughts took over, tears slowly beginning to roll down her cheeks as this was now her reality.

Emery was never going to look into those eyes she secretly adored again, no smirk on his stupid face as he realized she was giving into him. She cared about Rory more than she ever said aloud and it was her fault he’d never get to hear those words. Part of her insisted he knew — he had to of known, it’s all she could hold onto.

Her hand moved to cover her mouth, trying to halt her tears but it was no use.

“Rory…” She began as the words caught in her throat, gasping as she tried to pull at more but nothing — silence.

All pondering was now rapidly moving through her mind, words aching to leave her lips but all she could manage were sniffles to accompany her sobs.

Emman would know what to do, he always knew how to calm her down in every situation — that’s why it was so hard when he left. His heroic efforts landed him in a hospital bed and Emery knew that’s where she needed to be.

Leo was gone — a kind soul and drinking buddy who was always happy to see the blonde’s smiling face, she couldn’t help but wonder if that look would ever return as she attempted to think about him smiling back at her.

She’d be lying if she said she didn’t care about Campbell, their nights together providing her with comfort and distraction when she needed it most — he would need a visit as well.

Hyeri — a close friend of hers had been attacked and she could only imagine all the thoughts going through her mind.

Chase — the two had always been close, the man being there for her whenever something was going through her mind — he could always tell when something was wrong, would he be able to tell now? He didn’t need to be worried about her when he was the one injured, but she didn’t see it going that way. He’d suffered some of the same losses as she had and Emery couldn’t even say she was sorry. Would her presence be enough?

#━━ self para ｢ shes got her secrets ｣#death tw #murder tw #loss tw #grief tw #━━ rory ｢ we knew that we were destined to explode ｣

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offorester · 2 years

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The Night We Met {drabble}

It was painful to think about but on this night Dean Forester just couldn’t seem to help himself. It was the night of his break-up with Rory Gilmore after the 24 hour dance marathon and while he could go home and be surrounded by the serenity of his bedroom instead he decided to take a walk through the empty streets of Stars Hollow. Down familiar paths often taken, where laughter and happiness once dwelled, memories flooding his mind. Of drinking coffee and talking, of stressful times, even the night he’d fallen asleep at Miss Patty’s dance studio with Rory. Of how she’d bolted to get home quickly because she was meant to be home much much earlier. Of late evening walks and talks, of stolen kisses. If he really took the time to think about it he could still feel her lips against his, warm and inviting. Or hear all of the real laughs given when he’d tell dumb jokes. It hurt to think about but it was somehow bittersweet. It may have hurt but Dean didn’t want to forget those memories, didn’t want to forget her. He couldn’t, not even if he truly wanted to. Because even if they weren’t together now, even if they would never be together again, he would still treasure those memories. Passing Doose’s Market and Luke’s Diner provided more memories, dancing like ghosts behind his vision. The teen swallowed hard, silently chasing away the emotions that were bubbling up within him. He shouldn’t feel sad. He didn’t have a right to feel sad. Because he hadn’t done enough to keep Rory around, hadn’t done enough to make her happy. The proof of that? She was in love with someone else. In love with Jess. And it had all started with his own insecurities, his own faults. Why would she stay around someone like Dean? Why would she choose him when she could have someone so much better? Someone smarter, who truly enjoyed books and other similar activities. Maybe they were just too different. Or maybe he had chased her away with all of it. Dean wasn’t sure anymore. It was enough to make his head spin. What was worse? The fact he wasn’t truly mad at either of them. Because just how he couldn’t help falling for Rory, they couldn’t help falling for one another. But that didn’t make his chest ache any less. He missed her, not that he would admit to it. How he’d love to go running back and try to work it out but that wasn’t what Rory needed. He wasn’t what Rory needed now. So he was going to have to respect that. Dean was suddenly aware of something wet on his cheeks. Lifting a hand, fingertips ghosted over crystalline liquid. Was he crying? Huh...Must have happened without him realizing it. He used the hand he lifted to wipe the trailing liquid, taking a sharp breath. He turned back one last time towards the building he’d been walking away from to give a warm but broken smile. “I hope you end up as happy as you’ve made me, Rory...I’m sorry I wasn’t what you needed me to be but I honestly hope he will be.” Dean murmured, turning to go and make his way home. People would be leaving the event soon and he sure didn’t want to be caught by anyone outside. Not in this sorry state.

#; drabble #; drory drabble #; just so I could get some feelings out #;outofforester

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mosstliest · 3 years

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mcyt movie night headcanons!

(cc!) Dream , George , Sapnap , Technoblade , Wilbur , Eret , Fundy , Nihachu , Quackity , Karl

requested? yes / no

pronouns used : they / them

cw! light nsfw (Dream) , mentions of jumpscares (horror films)

Dream

he is a big fan of a good old netflix and chill session

something about the warm, dark living room only illuminated by the moving images on the screen, your silhouette barely visible under a blanket and whatever snack you’d found on his cupboard on your hands gets this man in a raunchy mood

he’ll pull you to his lap or slide next to you and start pecking at your neck

“But it’s just getting to the good part”

you stretch your neck to give him more room anyways

“Oh we’re about to get to the good part”

you chuckle and bite your lip to stifle a sigh as his lips begin to trace your jaw

the movie gets paused is what I’m saying

he refuses to buy any snacks from the candy shop whenever you do go to the cinema

“It is unnecessarily expensive!”

“You have twenty million fucking subscribers!”

“BUT FOUR DOLLARS?!”

he has the most creative ways of smuggling sweets

it started with a classic tote bag

it’s become sort of a game

once, he bought the most ridiculously bulgy jacket and wore it in scorching florida weather solely for the purpose of hiding crisps

he laughs easily at movies and his wheeze has made you get kicked out of a movie theatre at least once

will talk about his favourite parts of the movie for hours after it’s finished

will laugh whenever he thinks about the funniest parts for days

George

(sort of George with a film buff s/o)

he doesn’t talk during movies and actively dislikes people who do

will complain if he doesn’t like the film but only in quiet whispers and not if he suspects you are particularly enjoying it

you made him watch a Tarkovsky film one time

he swears he didn’t fall asleep

he did

but he tried his best <3

can’t choose the movie for the life of him so you always end up having to pick

every time you try and analyze color symbolism he’ll chime in

“I’m colorblind”

before you can finish

you bait him honestly

he likes listening to you talk about your favorite movies and all the films you want to show him

he’ll look up facts about your favourite directors and will make fun of your least favourite ones with you

makes a great snobby-tarantino-fan “you’ve not known real cinema until you’ve watched pulp fiction” impression that never fails to make you cackle

he is not a fan of horror films

you tried to make him watch one once

“I don’t really like horror movies but you said this one was good so- WHAT IS THAT?!”

turned it off immediately and you ended up watching the hobbit

Harry potter marathons are a must

he can imitate maggie smith’s accent to perfection

Sapnap

you watch anime together

I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it

he doesn’t either

he’ll make you watch it

he has good taste though, so you end up enjoying it

cuddles with Sapnap cuddles with Sapnap cuddles with Sapnap

movie playing on the tv, your head in his chest and his hand in your waist, blankets wrapped around you and the AC running just a little bit too cold = his absolute definition of happiness

you binge watch shows in one sitting and then get sad when they’re over

he always burns the goddamn popcorn

daily movie nights!

you order in and eat a late night dinner in bed

Your pick monday, wednesday, friday

his pick tuesday, thursday, saturday

a full on debate on sundays trying to figure out a good middle ground

Whenever the movie runs late and you end up falling asleep, he’ll turn the tv off and quietly pull the blankets over your body before kissing your forehead in the sweetest way imaginable

he yells at the screen

he loves watching horror movies but gets jumpscared easily

“Awww are you scared baby?”

“Shut up y/n I’m only holding you so you don’t get scared”

“I won’t :)”

“...I’m not letting go if that’s what you’re fucking thinking”

Technoblade

(take a shot every time popcorn is mentioned and pass out)

one of your first dates was actually a movie date

he turned and whispered in your ear whenever a clever wip popped in his head and his commentary was so funny you had to bury your face in your hands so your laughter didn’t disturb the other people in the theatre

he talks during movies, he can’t help it

"heh?!"

he doesn’t like cinema popcorn and will exclusively buy chocolate

you didn’t get it until the day he made you try his trademark-techno-popcorn and wow

“holy shit this is great!”

“I know”

he’s completely ruined popcorn for you

“please don’t ever leave me, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat normal popcorn after this”

“wasn’t planning on it”

he is secretly into romcoms

you watch movies in bed, laptop propped in his legs and an obligatory bowl of popcorn in your arms

he plays with your hair for the whole time

you hate-watch bad movies all the time and your chests hurt from laughing by the end

he can easily memorize entire scenes and will repeat them to you in a totally monotone voice

It’s great

has never cried during a movie, is dreadfully proud of himself for it

sometimes he’ll get distracted and just stare at you, movie reduced to white noise in the background

“you’re so pretty”

Wilbur

makes dinner for you whenever you have a movie night

his snack game is kind of weak though, as much as I hate to say it

water and dark chocolate only

if you think he doesn’t insist on rewatching hamilton at least once every two months you are wrong

he is a goddamn hamilton kinnie and he likes the fucking songs okay?

constant change of cuddling positions

you made him sit through the entirety of the twilight saga “as a hate watch”

he now quotes it on a daily basis (never on stream, chat would eat him alive)

“Whaddaya mean team jacob? He’s a glorified furry!”

you watch a lot of documentaries

the way he concentrates on taking in every single bit of information is almost more entertaining than the actual film

he’ll tell you random facts he learnt watching the documentary and you’ll have to remind him that you watched it with him

you act out iconic romance scenes and he gets so into it

he can be anything from Jack Dawson to mr. Darcy and William Thacker and it gives you butterflies every time

you’ll stand up whenever characters are slow dancing and dance along with them

You’ve tried to watch shows together but you always end up forgetting or one of you will binge an entire season and

he’s insufferable when he doesn’t like a film but will refuse to change it

he criticizes the smallest details in a way that would make Anthony Lane look like an absolute sweetheart

you dance to the end credits theme

Fundy

(long distance!)

Netflix parties ALL THE TIME

+ discord calls / facetime

you coordinate snacks

sometimes you’ll switch whatever you’re watching to dutch for a second so he can make fun of the god awful translation

most times,you fall asleep together after the movie ends even if your time zones are far apart

you watch entire shows together, the longer the better

four or five episodes at a time

You both get super invested and will have heated discussions about whether rory should have ended up with logan or jess

whenever you talk about meeting up, watching a movie and actually cuddling comes up

he used to be kind of quiet during movies

he won’t shut up now, it’s fun, having his voice in your ears with whatever film you’re watching in the background makes it seem like he's in bed next to you

his voice would be easy to fall asleep to if he didn’t yell so often

he can guess the precise plot of every single horror movie

like word for word, scene for scene

he gets scared anyways

he sent you one of his hoodies once, after you begged for weeks

you wrap it around a plushie or pillow and cuddle it whenever you watch something together

“can’t believe a fucking sweater gets more action than me”

“oh shut up you big baby”

Eret

lots and lots of movie dates

he has excellent taste in films and shows so you let them choose most times

stacking up on cinema sweets and a huge bucket of popcorn when you go to a theatre

buying tons of crisps and candybars when you hang out at home

not the biggest cuddler in this specific setting

would much rather have her arm around your shoulder and your legs up on their lap

you watch award shows solely for the purpose of roasting the outfits

bed/couch absolutely crammed with plushies and pillows

you always make milkshakes together

not smoothies

not frappes

milkshakes

with syrup, whipped cream and a cherry on top

the night isn’t complete without them

you watch a lot of period films

“you’d look great in that”

“who are you pointing to again?”

“doesn’t matter, you’d look great in everything”

(you’ll get them to wear a corset if it’s the last thing you do)

he turns to kiss your cheek every fifteen minutes

Nihachu

you bake cookies before movie nights and decorate them specifically for the theme of the film

you did a horror marathon once

(it may have been a sneaky way to get her to hide in the crook of your neck but we don’t talk about that)

the plate of cookies flew out of her hands in minutes

she got so worried

“but you worked so hard on the decorations :(“

“it’s fine babe, we’ll just eat the plain ones”

she wrapped her arms around you and kissed your cheek so it was totally worth it

the decorations were kinda shit anyways

you watch a ton of coming of age movies and will listen to the soundtrack for days after

she’s so funny during movies

sometimes a character will do something stupid and her remark will be so absolutely stingy both your hands will fly to your mouths and you’ll stare at each other, eyes wide, before falling into a fit of giggles

simping over powerful women with Niki

you have a huge watchlist of gay films and high five everytime you cross one off

cuddling under a huge pile of blankets

switching sweaters

Zuko climbing unto the laptop and pausing the movie at the most inconvenient times

Quackity

he eats dry cereal during movies because he’s just chaotic like that

you sit on the floor with your backs to the couch and eat takeout and drugstore snacks

the amount of times you’ve watched the fucking bee movie

you like watching things in spanish

everything from crappy soap operas to almodovar films

he likes to translate things and can do it super quick so you never really need subtitles

you watch a lot of superhero movies and he has made you watch Adam Sandler’s entire filmography

the floor always ends up messy and cleaning up afterwards is almost as funny as the film itself

sitcoms!

lots and lots of sitcoms

Karl

pillow fort is obligatory

monster energy drinks and a huge variety of candy

microwave popcorn with too much butter

hot cocoa with too many marshmallows

you mostly watch cartoons and 2010’s nickelodeon shows

scream singing the iCarly theme song and hating on tori from victorious

getting really into the adventure time lore

tickle fights when the film gets boring

he takes recommendations from “indie film” tiktoks and you mock him for it endlessly

he has weirdly obscure knowledge on every show you watch

he has a big colección of dvds/videotapes so you get to watch some oldies

he falls asleep with his head in your lap or your shoulder

he gives you a sweater or hoodie to wear and lends you plaid pyjama pants

you quote movies on stream and have ton of private jokes

can you tell I got lazy at the end?

likes and reblogs are always appreciated and have a wonderful morning/day/afternoon/evening/night <3

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threadsun · 9 months

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Fuck it, here it is. God I hope this is ok ^^; Also it's long as shit, don't ask me how, it just happened

One fateful night long after dinner you find yourself hungry again so you decide to head to your kitchen to grab a snack and to see what all the clinking and banging has been about. You’re used to it of course. Anytime Rory comes over he leaves your kitchen in a bit of a mess, but he makes up for it by giving you as much of whatever he made the mess by making, and the offer to fuck on the counter top which you only occasionally take him up on

Rounding into the kitchen you do see Rory and two more faces you didn’t expect. Nick and Bo are both hanging out with Rory as he decorates a tray of brownies, only one dessert among the small bakery he’s turned your kitchen into. Really you shouldn’t be surprised to see them, the only time Bo doesn’t cling to your side is when Nick comes over. You ask them what occasion all these treats are for, Nick and Rory pause but Bo doesn’t hesitate “We’re gonna get high!” You look around you and ask if all the treats are edibles “Oh, god no, only the brownies are, everything else is for the munchies” Nick explains, fiddling with one of his necklaces as he speaks

You tell them that’s fine, though you’d like some warning the next time they use your place to get high "Of course your grace, thank you for being so understanding" Nick gives you a little bow as Rory giggles "Oh, please have mercy on us your grace!" Rory dips his voice down as low as it can go to try and tease Nick "Lighten up, there's no need to be so formal around someone you've dicked down before hun" Nick just rolls his eyes "Rory, I'm a sex worker, my default for people I dick down is formal" "And that's why you're boring" Nick opens his mouth to defend himself but closes it just as quick, knowing there would be no end to that back and forth

“Did you need something?” You look down to see Bo on his knees, nuzzling his face into your outer thigh. It took you a while to realize that this was just how he shows affection and not him trying to get in your pants. About as long as it took Bo to feel comfortable yanking your pants down whenever he wanted to taste you. It took quite a bit of training but he asks permission first and doesn’t do it in public anymore, and he’s always stopped when you told him to. You tell him you were just here for a snack “Oh, ok!...you wanna get high with us?"

And now you’re here, all four of you high on Rory’s brownies and vibing in your living room. It’s cozy as shit too, there’s blankets and pillows everywhere, there’s a little pillow fort made from the couch cushions that Bo has claimed as his doggy domain, it’s great “How many of these cake pops do you think I could swallow whole?” You tell Bo to not even think about it “Probably like…ten?” You ask Rory to stop encouraging him. Nick chuckles as you tell them off, his cute laugh a bit too far away for your liking. Unlike the other two who are pressed up against you as close as humanly possible Nick has chosen to keep his distance, just observing like he always does

Rory sits up slightly to grab a treat from your coffee table and holds it up to your face “A cupcake for my cupcake? WoOoOoOoOah” His hand “slips” causing the tiniest dot of frostion to land on your cheek “Oh nooooooooo, sugar, I’m so sorry. Here, I’ll clean you up” Before you can respond Rory starts to kiss and lick the frosting off your cheek “Wait, we get to lick you? Awesome!” Bo starts to lick your cheek as well

You feel Rory’s hand on your stomach, his thumb lazily rubbing your sensitive skin through your shirt. A small whimper escapes you as Rory trails his kisses down to your neck, his hand slowly creeping up your shirt. Bo’s ears twitch when he hears you and before you can even begin to piece together what’s happening he’s kissing you. You start to squirm, everything is so much more sensitive right now and it takes everything you have not to turn into a moaning mess at their light touches

Nick gets up from his chair and walks over to you, lightly grabbing Rory and Bo’s shoulders to make them give you a little space “Hey, you ok? If you want things to continue you’ll have to tell me, I don’t leave shit to interpretation, especially when you already look so fucked out” Everything happend so fast, everything felt like so much, but you liked it, you really fucking liked it. You tell him you want to keep going, and ask him to join in too, looking down to see how his cock strains against his denim. Rory doesn’t hesitate reaching up your shirt to play with your nipples. Your chest arches into his touch, moaning as he gropes your chest

Bo takes Rory’s place at your neck but quickly pulls your shirt to the side to reach your shoulder. They’re not allowed to mark your neck but anywhere else is fair game, and you can’t help but love your little rule as Bo takes to sucking hickeys into your shoulder. Rory takes advantage of your moaning to slip his tongue into your mouth, the taste of pure sugar coating your throat as he shoves his tongue as deep as it’ll go “Make sure to let them breathe Rory, you remember your safeword, right baby?” Rory parts from you just far enough so you can answer, you tell Nick your safeword to show you remember it before dragging Rory back into another kiss

Nick chuckles at your eagerness but something tells you he’s fairly eager himself as his fingers slide across your waistband. Your hips buck on their own, so desperate for his touch already. You’ve never felt this needy before, it’s like your lust is running through your veins, running down to the tips of your fingers. You could swear you feel it in your hair but on second thought you don’t think you have nerves in there. Nick tuts at you “I need to hear you baby” You pull away from Rory and beg him to touch you, telling him you need his long fingers in your pussy, and just how good you’ll be for all of them

“Let me do it! Oh, please master, let me eat you out, promise I’ll be gentle” You don’t trust Bo for a second, but the thought of him burying that long tongue inside you makes you throw your caution to the wind “Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you” Bo demonstrates just how gentle he’ll be with you by ripping your sweats to shreds. He does make sure to take off your panties with care since they belong to Nick, handing them to him before settling in between your legs. You tell him to leave it, taking in how cute he looks holding himself back like this. His pupils are wide and there’s a line of drool dripping down his chin at the sight of your slick cunt

You tell him to go on, he doesn’t hesitate, burying his face into you. His nose bumps into your clit making your hand fly down and grip the back of his hair. He whimpers into your pussy as he eats you out like a man starved. Nick moves behind you and you hear the familiar click of his lube opening “Think I can open you up back here? I’d hate for any of your slutty holes to feel left out” You mumble out a yes as Rory makes out with you, his fingers abusing your sensitive chest along with Bo hitting spots that just shouldn’t be possible for a tongue bringing you up to the edge. You try to warn Bo by tugging on his hair but it only seems to encourage him, his tongue focusing on your g spot. Once you feel Nick’s finger slide into your ass it’s all over, your first orgasm of the night rolling through you in waves

“That’s it, just let yourself give into it. Doing so good for us baby” Nick’s voice in your ear brings you back to the surface just enough to let the overstimulation kick in. Bo drinks up every ounce of cum your body gives him before working on getting you to make more for him while Nick adds another finger into your ass. Rory finally gives you a chance to breathe as he helps you take off your shirt, latching his mouth onto your overly sensitive nipple. You start to squirm and writhe, everything is just so much, so good

“Color?” You manage to tell Nick green between your moans. It feels like you’re losing control of your own body, your hips bucking back and forth, not knowing what sensation you want more of, just knowing you need more. Bo makes the decision for you, grabbing your thighs to keep you in place while he fucks you on his tongue. You can see Bo’s hips twitch with every moan that escapes you, clearly trying to be good and save all his cum for you. You call out to Bo, asking him if he’d like to fuck you now. He mumbles his answer and thanks into your pussy before he rips himself away from it

He almost rips his clothes like he did yours before remembering your complaints about having to buy him new ones after every time you fuck. He fumbles with his pants a bit before remembering how the buttons work, stripping down completely before grabbing your thighs and lining up with your sweet pussy “Please, please may I fuck you master? Please, let me make you feel good, wanna be your good boy, please let me be good” You give Bo the go ahead and you wish you had the whine he lets out as he thrusts into you on tape

Bo growls as he forces himself to slow down, not wanting to hurt you with his knot. His fingers dig into your thighs hard enough you’re sure they’ll bruise but you’re far too lost in your own pleasure to give a fuck about tomorrow. Bo finally bottoms out into you, moaning your name as he cums, his warm release pushing you over the edge again as well. Bo can’t thrust into you very far with his knot in you but he makes up for it with how his hips smack against your clit “Fuck, color baby?” Nick’s panting now, his hard lubed up cock sliding against your ass

You stutter out green before he thrusts into you. Nick always does such a good job prepping you, sliding balls deep into you so easily. Nick leans his head over your shoulder as he thrusts into you, his head butting lightly against Bo’s. Bo takes Nick by the back of the head, bringing him into a sloppy kiss beside you as they pound into you. Rory’s fingers tilt your head up and to the side to look at him. You’re not sure when he got naked but he sure is now, his leaking dick inches away from your mouth. You don’t hesitate, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as an invitation

“Aww, you’re so sweet sugar~” Rory slowly slides into your mouth, his hand weaving into your hair to keep himself steady “There you go sweetheart~ Oooh, such a good fuck toy for us~” Rory keeps his hips still, letting you try to suck him off, groaning as your moans send vibrations down his cock. He knows you’re already too fuck drunk to give any good head yourself, he just finds seeing you struggle like this adorable. His grip on your hair tightens slightly as he starts to slowly slide across your tongue

You feel so full, all of your holes being filled at once was something you never knew you needed until now. It’s so overwhelming, it’s just so much, and it��s all so fucking good. You lose track of how many times you cum, only aware of how much cum your boyfriends are fucking into you. Bo can’t speak anymore, only letting out whines and growls as he keeps filling you up, not a drop being wasted as his knot keeps it all inside you. Nick cums for you twice, staying inside you to keep you nice and full. Rory’s lackadaisical pace finally works him up enough to cum on your tongue, you’re only just lucid enough to not swallow it like he tells you to

Rory shakily gets down on his knees and shoves his tongue into your mouth, savoring the flavor of his cum on your lips before telling you to swallow. Bo ruts into you just a few more times before pumping you full of his last load, collapsing on top of you and Nick. You’re all panting in a big pile on the blanketed floor, enjoying your afterglow together. Rory reaches over to the coffee table and grabs two conveniently placed water bottles. You ask him if he planned this, he just chuckles

“Planned what? Three horny guys fucking their partner once their inhabitions dropped? No, I didn’t have to plan that sweetheart. Open for me?” You open your mouth to let him pour some water onto your tongue, it’s refreshingly cool after being trapped between three hot men for…who knows how long that was. With how you feel you’d think the sun would be up by now, but the sky outside your windows is just as dark as it was when you started. Rory dishes out water to everyone except Bo who is happily passed out on your chest

Nick starts to massage your neck, making sure it isn’t too sore after being at such an odd angle for so long “You did so well for us baby” Nick leans his head to give you a kiss on the cheek “So good, did such a good job honey” Rory gives you a soft peck on the lips before nuzzling your noses “Now, is there anything else you’d like sugar?” Your stomach growls and you ask if he still has that cupcake lying around

👀🥵😳oughhhhhhh this is so good!!!! I love how good Nick is about making sure there's consent, and how silly Rory is about the whole thing, and Bo's eagerness!!!! Also you can tell how into each other Bo and Nick are, and it's sooooo sweet 🥺

#sunshine #cult town au #I am blushing sooooo much this is so good!!!!!#three men and three holes it works out so well :3c #also god yeah the formality around sex when you're a sex worker is so real 😂

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could you do losing your v-card to draco?

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Words: 1,256

Warnings: Smut18+, Loss of Virginity, Vaginal Intercourse, Sweet Draco, Hints of Soft Dom, Female and Male Performing Oral, Unprotected Sex, Praise Kink.

A/n: Enjoy, love you all x

I nervously wait in Draco’s dorm for him to return from quidditch practice. I had asked Grabbe and Goyle for some privacy with Draco, after a lot of annoying questions they allowed for it to happen. I quickly check my appearance in the mirror, thigh high socks, short skirt with deep green pantines underneath and a white button up with no bra on, Draco’s favourite look. I toss my hair around, trying to give it the natural ‘messy but sexy’ look. My stomach does a flip when the door handle turns, I rush to Draco's bed, sitting with my legs crossed, my skirt barely covering my pussy.

“Woah.” Draco’s eyes fall onto me instantly, drinking in my appearance, the bag on his shoulder falling to the floor. He quickly gains his composure, rushing to shut the door behind him, locking it frantically.

“Hi baby.” I lick my lips, smirking at my boyfriend, his own smirk etching across his face.

“What do I owe this pleasure?”

Draco falls to his knees on the side of his bed, his face eye level with my breasts. A soft groan fills the air as Draco notices my hardened nipples peeking through the almost see through white button up. I run my fingers through his hair, leaning down to capture his lips in mine. Draco’s hands fall to my hips pulling my body closer to his before changing our position, his body covering mine as my back hits the soft quilt.

I wrap my legs around his waist, softly grinding up against him, earning a moan to fall into our kiss.

“Baby girl, you’re so gorgeous.” His whispered words cause my cheeks to heat up, his lips trailing kisses down my jaw, sucking and licking my neck before he unbuttons my shirt. His eyes darken at the site of my bare breasts, his lips wrapping around my nipple, licking and sucking the skin before alternating to the other side.

“Oh Draco.”

I tug on the hem of his shirt as he sits back on his legs, ridding himself of the fabric. Draco’s fingertips run up and down my bare sides, goosebumps liter my skin at the soft touch. I wiggle my hips, causing Draco to chuckle at me.

“Please.” I start, taking a deep breath before continuing, nerves taking over “Fuck me, please, I need to feel you inside of me.”

Draco’s hands still, his eyes locking with mine as I nod softly, answering his silent question.

“Baby, we can wait, we don’t have to rush this.”

“Please, I want this. I want you”

Draco’s lips fall against mine, his hands cupping my face.

“I love you so much Y/n.”

“I love you.”

Draco kisses down my body, lifting my skirt up higher around my hips before chuckling low.

“My favourite panties.”

I smirk to myself, his fingers brushing against the fabric before pulling it down my legs. Draco kisses up my thighs, placing a small kiss against my folds and kissing up the other thigh.

“Please.”

“Anything for you.”

His tongue slips past my folds, slowly dragging his tongue over my clit, collecting my wetness with his tongue. I grip the bed sheets, his tongue rolling over my pussy, his name falling from my lips like a prayer accompanied by blissful moans.

My mine falls fuzzy as Draco slides his fingers inside of me, causing my walls to flutter around him, the sound of my wetness hitting my ears. A hiss escapes me due to Draco wrapping his lips around my clit, sucking the bundle of nerves.

“Holy shit.”

I run my fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands as he groans against my clit. Draco grabs my hands, lacing our fingers together, holding them against my stomach to stop my hips from grinding against him.

“I’m close.” My whine causes Draco to pull away from my core, his lips glistening with my arousal.

“Are you sure about this?”

I nod, sitting up and helping him undress, licking my lips as his cock springs free. I wrap my hand around his member, pumping up and down, our eyes locking together. I slip my tongue past my lips, dragging it up from the base to the tip, Draco’s lips part as I take him further in my mouth, swirling my tongue around him as I bob my head up and down.

“Good girl.”

My pussy throbs at the praise, wanting nothing more than to be filled.

I pull away from his dick with a pop, Draco’s thumb tracing against my cheek.

“Lay back baby.” I follow his instruction, laying back on the quilt, Draco’s eyes rack up and down my bare body, his hand pumping his cock. “I’m so lucky.”

I smile at his words, a soft giggle falling from my lips.

“This will hurt okay, I’m going to take it slow.” I nod in response, feeling his dick brush against my clit, as I gasp.

I hold onto his bicep, biting my lip as he slides inside of me. A burning sensation washes over me, the sting of his thick cock stretching my walls causing tears to prick my eyes.

“You’re taking me so well baby.” Draco kisses my lips softly, the change in position causing my back to arch.

“Dray, you’re so big.” I whisper, causing Draco to smirk, proud of himself.

“Please move.” I rock my hips up into his, the pleasure slowly working its way through my body, the pain subsiding as he starts to thrusts into me.

Draco kisses my neck, sucking on my sweet spot to help ease the pain as his thrusts become deeper and faster, my legs wrap around his waist, nails digging into his back. Both of us moan at the unfamiliar feeling, the pleasure washing over both of us.

“Faster.”

His thrusts pick up, his moans ringing through my ears causing tingles to rush to my core, my walls fluttering around him.

“You’re mine.”

My eyes roll back at his words, nodding in response.

“Say it baby, tell me who you belong to.”

Butterflies rumble in my stomach.

“You, Draco, I’m yours.”

Draco sits back, changing our position, grabbing one of my legs and placing it against his chest. I grip the bed sheets, the new angle stroking my walls perfectly.

“Yes, oh fuck.” I hiss as Draco rubs small fast circles on my clit, my walls tightening around him, a grunt coming from Draco at the feeling of my pussy milking his cock.

“I’m close.”

“Cover my cock baby, be my good girl.”

My eyes trail over Draco’s body, a light sweat glistening against his toned chest, his face flushed with pleasure, lips parted as moans fall between us.

“I’m cumming.”

My legs shake slightly, the most intense orgasm trembling through me. Draco laces our fingers together, allowing me to grip onto him as my body fills with pleasure.

“Y/n, baby.” My name leaves his lips, his warm cum filling my pussy as he slowly thrusts in and out of me, chasing the end of his high.

He pulls out of my pussy, I take a sharp breath in, a sense of emptiness taking over my senses before being replaced by a dull ache.

“That was so good.”

“Baby, it’s only going to get better, I promise.” Draco smiles, kissing my head as I whimper.

“You’re incredible, I love you.”

I smile at his words, our eyes locking as I lean in, kissing his lips softly.

Happiness floods my emotions, happy to be fully, Draco’s girl.

“I love you.”

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