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kittyt-hexxed · 1 year

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Write Your Name

Tattoo Artist! Abby Anderson x POC! Reader [Modern AU]

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Warnings: Established Relationship, Tattoo Needle, "Succubus" Womb Tattoo, Sex in Tattoo Shop, Semi-Public Sex, Fingering, Praise, Teasing, Abby calls you a "good girl" and "naughty girl", showing off a tattoo, sexy bikini, pool party, alcohol

Summary: You decide to surprise Abby with your new tattoo idea - a stylized version of her name... that you want to be tattooed over your womb. And, you want her to do it. Afterward, Abby shows you her appreciation for you getting it done.

“You want me to… what?” Abby blinks, her eyes widening as you hold up the paper with your idea on it. You spent ages sketching out your plan, looking up references, and doing your best to make it look beautiful. You’ve always wanted a tattoo like this, and you love Abby’s work so who’s better to tattoo it on you other than your girlfriend? Abby had closed the shop early for today and you had immediately sprung up from your seat in the back to show her your idea. You wanted to catch her before she started putting her things away.

“Tattoo a womb tattoo on me.” You grin mischievously, watching as Abby practically shortcircuits. She glances out into the shop as if she’s embarrassed to answer. Nora is the only person in here, lounging with her feet up on her desk as she scrolls through her phone. She normally did that to make sure there are no cancellations for tomorrow.

“That’s my name.” Abby points at it, getting a nod from you.

“Yes.” You hum, grinning wider.

“You want to get my name tattooed… over your womb.”

“Yes.” You nod. The image in discussion is heavily stylized after a Succubus’ womb tattoo. Abby’s full name - Abigail - had been incorporated into the hearts and horns. It took you forever to figure out how to do it in a way that didn’t make the name jump out. You had to actually look, tracing the lines with your eyes to spell it out. But, you knew your girlfriend would find her name with her attention to detail.

“Y/n, I-” Abby licks her lips, struggling to find the right words, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m more than sure.” You brush a strand of her hair behind her ear, “I really want this and I wouldn’t ask anyone else to do it. I want my girlfriend’s art on my body.” A soft pink appears on Abby’s cheeks as she takes the paper from you.

“You want it exactly like this?” Abby wakes up her tablet screen, her computer monitors waking up along with it, “Or am I allowed to adjust things?” You squeal softly, plopping down in the chair next to her in excitement.

“You’re absolutely allowed to adjust anything you want.” You tell her, getting a chuckle in response. You watch as she takes a picture of it, pulling it up on Procreate to look at it much closer.

“Let’s see what we can do.” Abby smiles at you. She takes the time to go over the design with you, pointing out places where she could make a change or add to it. You discussed what colors you wanted to do - choosing to go with a neon red and pink style. Abby’s shoulders had tensed when you brought it up but she agreed with it and said that she liked your vision of it. Once she had it confirmed - she asked you ten times if you wanted it tattooed - she got it ready on the transfer paper.

“Hey, you two lovebirds!” Nora grabs your attention, slipping on her coat, “I’m leaving you to it. I expect a picture of it once it’s done.” She grins, pulling her bag onto her shoulder.

“You’ll be the first to see it!” You wave at her as she heads to the back of the shop. Abby leads you into one of the private rooms used for tattoos like this. Although you are the only two there, it still offered a feeling of privacy.

“Okay, babe.” Abby nudges you, “Pull your shorts down a bit, and get your cute ass onto that bed.” You get up and do as you’re told, flinching when your back touches the cold leather. You turn your head to look at Abby as she comes to stand over you. Your girlfriend practically looms over you from your position and you feel your cheeks heat up. She is wearing a tank top that has her muscular arms in full view, her arms covered in ink. You enjoy tracing her tattoos, including the little cartoon bee she has on her inner wrist. It was one of the many bees she had.

“You’re staring.” Abby gives you an amused smile, making you blush harder, “Now hold still so I don’t mess up the stencil placement.” You practically stop breathing as she lays the stencil over your womb, firmly pressing it into place with her hand. The feeling of her pressing down on your abdomen makes your body tingle as you’re reminded of the way she holds you in place during sex. You’re silent as she carefully peels the stencil back, observing how it transferred to your skin. She reaches down and holds up a mirror so you can see the placement.

“Is this where you want it?” She asks. You look at it and nod, getting an eyebrow raise from her. ‘Right. Verbal confirmation, even if I’m her girlfriend.’

“Yeah, it’s perfect. I like the way the points curve up over my hips.” You smile, feeling excited about it.

“Good.” Abby grins, patting your thigh, “I’ll grab the ink and we’ll get to work.” It doesn’t take too long before Abby takes a seat, giving you a silent question as she positions her arm over your lower body. You give her a nod and you hear the high-pitched humming of the machine as she puts the needle to your skin. At first, you're vividly aware of the needle going in and out of your skin but that gets sidelined in favor of something else. Abby.

Her arm is resting across your left thigh, warm against your skin as she stabilizes herself with your body. One thing about your girlfriend is that she’s pure muscle and that’s all you can feel. It doesn’t help that you’ve squeezed that arm between your legs too many times. Your mind starts to drift and you’re thinking about her touching you before you can stop yourself. You can feel your heartbeat pick up as you imagine her fingers brushing over your clit through your shorts. It was something she loved to do to tease you when you wore them. Ironically, they were the only ones you could wear and be comfortable in for this.

“Baby.” Abby’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, “Don’t be so dirty when I’m trying to focus.”

“Huh?” Your voice comes out a little higher than usual, “I didn’t say anything.” You hear Abby chuckle over the sound of the machine.

“I can tell what you’re thinking about.” You two make brief eye contact, then her attention is back on what she’s doing, “Your thigh tensed.”

“Ah.” The words die in your throat. There’s no way for you to tell her that she’s wrong, because she isn’t.

“You find this attractive?” Abby questions teasingly, “Me tattooing my name on you?”

“If I’m honest, I wasn't thinking about that. I was admiring your muscles on display.” You feel your body warm, “But, now I am.” It’s unfair that she’s so attractive. She could be describing how the sky is blue and you’d be falling all over yourself to listen. You added her name because you knew she’d like it, even if she wouldn’t say it out loud. And, knowing that her name is mixed into such a scandalous tattoo makes you very horny. She’d see it every time you were intimate or even just getting changed.

“Well don’t get too excited, or I’m going to have to hold you in place.” Abby warns you, “You fidget when you’re really turned on.”

“I won’t.” You say, but that’s not what happened. Abby seemed to make it her mission to test you. She flirted with you as she worked, saying the things she knew you’d like to hear.

“You’re being such a good girl and staying still.” Abby praises you. All you could do was try to respond verbally, forcing your body to stay still as your girlfriend continued. The praise made your heart soar and your head spin. There was nothing you loved more than being good for her, especially when she acknowledged it. At some point you did twitch, and true to her word, Abby’s hand firmly held your hips down.

“Baby, you don’t have to do that.” You whine, “I won’t move.”

“You said that earlier, princess.” Abby tsks, “I can’t have you moving and messing up the art.” You can hear the grin in her voice.

“You’re the worst.” You let your head fall back, slightly regretting your decision to have Abby tattoo you, “The worst.”

“Am I?” Abby asks, raising an eyebrow, “I guess it doesn’t matter what I do then, since I’m the worst.” That response made you nervous. She was going to make you regret those words. And, well… she did. The real test for you was when Abby shifted her arm and purposefully pressed it against your clit. You tried not to acknowledge it, to not give her the satisfaction, but you lost. She would stop applying pressure only to casually do it again a minute later. Her actions made your clit ache for attention. So the next time she did it, you couldn’t stop the soft moan that leaves your lips.

“Are you okay, baby?” Abby asks, pretending she doesn’t know what she did.

“Abby.” Your voice comes out breathy, “How much longer do we have?” You don’t know if you’ll be able to lay here much longer. You need her to touch you. She is infuriating in the best way possible.

“About ten minutes.” Abby hums, “Think you can be a good girl for me and get through it?” Your mind goes blank for a moment as you take in what she said.

“Y-Yeah.” You squeak, your face feeling like it’s on fire, “Yeah, I can.”

“Mmm, that’s my girl.” Abby pauses for a moment to press her lips to your thigh, “You’re so good for me.” You close your eyes and try to count down the last ten minutes. Each minute feels like forever as she continues to tease you.

“Aaanndd, we’re done.” Abby says, the sound of the machine turning off, “You can open your eyes now, Y/n. Do you want to look at it before I bandage it up?”

“No. I already know it looks amazing.” You open your eyes and watch as she wipes the skin, before applying some kind of ointment to it.

“You have a lot of faith in me.” Abby chuckles, bandaging it up with a smile.

“I do. I did just get your name tattooed.” You giggle, continuing to lay down to give your body a chance to regulate itself before you get up.

“I’m glad you do.” Abby kisses your forehead, “I’m going to clean up. You can either stay here or wait for me in the office.”

“I’ll stay here.” You hum and tuck your arms under your head. You lay there, resting as you hear Abby move around and put things away. You are being patient but your body is tingling with need.

“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?” Abby purrs, making you open your eyes, “You knew I’d like this.” Your breathing hitches at her lustful gaze, and she reaches out to caress your thigh.

“I did.” You swallow, feeling excited in a different way, “You’ve always reacted when I’ve jokingly mentioned getting it done.”

“I should reward you for this.” Abby leans down, her lips brushing over yours, “Would you like, baby?”

“Yes, please.” You whisper, separating your thighs. Abby tugs down your shorts more, her hand slipping between to rub you through your panties. You let out a shuddering sigh, finally getting some relief.

“Can I finger you?” Abby asks. That makes you smile. She was always asking for your consent in sneaky situations like this.

“You can.” You smile at her. Abby tugs your panties aside and puts two of her thick fingers in. You gasp, feeling her stretch you out after you’ve been so tense.

“You’re so wet, baby. I really riled you up, didn’t I?” She coos, working her fingers against your g-spot.

“Yeess!” You moan, “Yes, you did.”

“I couldn’t help myself.” Abby playfully pouts, “You got my name tattooed on you. I have to show you how much I appreciate that.” She picks up the pace, keeping her fingers pressed to your g-spot as she uses her thumb to rub your clit. You moan, your body twitching from the intense pleasure as she brings you closer to release. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this in her shop of all places, but neither you nor Abby would be able to wait. And hey, disinfecting the bed wouldn’t be an issue.

“Abby!” You gasp out her name, “I’m going to cum!” You warn her.

“Cum for me, baby.” Abby purrs, kissing you. You moan against her lips as you cum, your walls clenching around her fingers. She gives you a moment to relax, affectionately kissing at your collarbone before removing her fingers. You watch contentedly as she walks around you to the sink to wash her hands.

“You really love that I got your name tattooed that much?” You question, feeling happy about it.

“I love it so much that I’m fucking you with the strap when we get home.” Abby says seriously, making you giggle.

Once the tattoo was healed, Abby would not stop touching it. She’d caress your abdomen with her thumb when cuddling, kiss it before going down on you, or trace it after sex with her fingers. It meant a lot to her that you’d do something so serious. She didn’t need it to know that you loved her, but it meant a lot regardless. Tattoos don’t come off, and with the style you requested, a cover-up would be very challenging. It really touched her heart… and she found it incredibly sexy on you. Even more so knowing that people wouldn’t notice the thorny print held her name.

A few months after getting the tattoo, you were invited to a pool party with the crew. You had told Abby you weren’t going to show it off - a little lie so you could surprise her. You and Nora went shopping for swimsuits the day of and she helped you pick out one that would clearly show it off. She was the first person you told, and when you said you wanted it to be a surprise she was all for it. So you ended up with a sexy two-piece white bikini with high-cut straps. It perfectly framed the tattoo and made it stand out. You couldn’t wait to surprise Abby with it.

“Y/N! NORA!” Leah screams when she sees you two walk out to the patio. Everyone except for Abby - who is pouring something at the bar - is in the pool. The boys are playing volleyball at one end while the girls are hanging out at the other. ‘Yum.’ You eye Abby who’s wearing swim trunks and a bikini top. You really loved seeing all of her tattoos.

“Hey!” You wave at them, “Sorry we’re late! Nora wanted to pick up some more beer.” Nora lifts up the extra case to show them, getting a cheer from the group. The guys tended to stick to drinking beer and Manny could put away a whole case on his own. While the girls drink beer too, they preferred mixing drinks most of the time.

“Hey, more beer is a perfect reason to be late!” Owen calls.

“Now, what are you doing with your clothes still on?!” Manny jokes, hitting the volleyball back to Nick, “Take them off and get in here!”

“Only for you, Manny!” Nora jokes back, getting laughs in response. You take the case from Nora and head over to the bar where Abby is. She looks up at you with a smile, pouring mango juice into the cup she had gotten you for your birthday.

“Awe, honey bee! You’re making me a drink?” You put the case down and give her a kiss on the cheek, “You didn’t have to.”

“I’ll drink it if you don’t want it.” Abby says, lifting the cup to her mouth.

“No, no, no!” You grab the cup, making Abby laugh, “I want it!” You take a drink from it, pleasantly surprised by the various fruity flavors. Abby reaches over and tears the box open, and you step out of her way.

“Does it taste good?” She checks, taking the beer out and putting it into the fridge.

“Yeah, but not better than your pussy.” You joke, getting a dramatic gasp from her.

“Y/n! Language!” She smacks your ass, making you laugh.

“Oh, come on! You’ve said worse!” You wrap your arms around her waist, getting on your tip-toes to whisper in her ear, “Besides, it was a compliment.” You kiss her shoulder and walk around the bar.

“Y/n! Abby!” Mel shouts, “Come on, you lazy asses!”

“Coming!” You and Abby chorus. You throw Abby a wink and walk over to the lounge chairs by the girls. Everyone has their own assigned chair with a towel so that no one gets confused with the others’ things. Nothing is more awkward than using someone else’s towel! You put your bag down and start taking off your clothes. A loud wolf whistle comes from the pool, “DAMN Y/N! THAT’S A WHOLE LOT OF ASS!” Nora screams at you, making you laugh.

“YOU GO, GIRL!” Leah joins in and soon everyone is hollering at you. You shake your head with an amused smile and take your shirt off. You’re careful to keep your back to them as you grab your sunscreen.

“I’ve got that, cutie.” Abby takes it from your hands. You let her rub the sunscreen onto you, relaxing as she works over your muscles to give you a quick massage in the process. She comes around to your front and does the same, playfully wiggling her eyebrows when she goes over your boobs with it. You giggle at her antics, noting that she takes extra care with your tattoo, and puts the bottle down.

“I thought you weren’t showing your tattoo?” She mutters, trying to keep her volume down. You give her a cheeky smile.

“I changed my mind. It’s the one time I get to show it off.” You wink at her and turn around, “I’m coming in!” You call you, getting the group’s attention as you walk to the edge.

“WOAH!” The group chorus’, surprised expressions on their faces.

“WHEN DID YOU GET THAT?!”

“A TATTOO?!”

“DAMN!”

“Y/N?! WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!”

“Surprise!” You shout, laughing at their reactions, “I asked Abby to tattoo me!”

“We’d know her work from anywhere.” Jordan snorts.

“Wait.” Mel squints, swimming over to you, “Come closer.” You sit down, letting your legs go into the water as she comes over. ‘Of all the people to notice it first, it would be Mel.’

“Is that… Abby’s name?” Mel gasps, looking at you with wide eyes.

“It is.” You smile, over at Abby as she sits down next to you, “When we first started dating I joked that I wanted her to write her name on me… and, she did.” You nudge her.

“It was a complete surprise to me.” Abby chuckles, brushing her fingers over it, “But, it was a happy one.” You two meet eyes and she leans in and kisses you softly.

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spilledbutter · 1 year

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like cardiac arrest (high voltage when we kiss) - chapter 2

Summary: Jaskier needs a date, fast. Problem is, dating is harder than it used to be. Luckily, Eskel’s willing to help him out.

Or: Two idiots in love think it’s a great idea to pretend to date each other. No one is fooled.

Jaskier/Eskel | Rated: M | WC: 4k+ | CW: coarse language, sexual thoughts

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Prompt fill for lovely Kei! Read Chapter 1 on AO3 or here on Tumblr.

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The weekend came, and with it, the arrival of Lambert and Aiden’s monthly cookout. Even though it was November and practically snowing, Lambert didn’t cancel his cookouts for anything, everyone else’s feelings about that fact aside. (“Rain or fucking shine, Jaskier, I don’t give a fuck about something as trivial as the weather,” he’d sneered when Jaskier had bothered to ask, one day. He’d never questioned it again.) Jaskier and Eskel were going, as they always did, with the new development of needing to look like a couple. They’d decided today would be as good a test run as any in seeing if their relationship would pass as genuine. After all, who would be a better judge than their friends and family?

It was a reasonable, terrible idea. Jaskier was absolutely shitting himself as he heard the knock on his door.

Eskel thought he should pick him up, thought they should drive there together. It did seem more natural, Jaskier supposed, but it really just meant he had no time at all to prepare himself for being a couple with Eskel and what that meant for his sanity.

He took a deep breath, which caught in his throat only a second later.

Eskel looked… Wow. The other man was stunning in a red button-up, top two buttons undone and bloated biceps on full display. His top was paired with well-fitting black jeans, which showed off his plump backside rather nicely. He had a sherpa-lined leather jacket and soft-looking scarf hanging over one arm, Blundstone-booted feet tying it all together.

Jaskier idly cursed good genes and the color red and the time when he’d told Eskel he looked dashing in it, so very long ago. It was awful that Eskel had taken him at his word, really, because now he was left dealing with the unfortunate reality of his good taste. He was practically salivating, unable to help his staring with so much to look at.

Jaskier was very much not ready for today, Melitele help him.

“Hi.” He sounded breathless even to his own ears, but Eskel either didn’t notice or was too kind to comment on it.

“Hi yourself. You ready to go?”

Eskel stepped fully into Jaskier’s apartment, perfectly at ease, and bent to scratch Mattie, Jaskier’s cat, as she gave him a mrow in greeting.

“Yeah, just about. Let me just grab my coat.”

Jaskier moved to the bedroom and was back in a flash, slipping his arms into the sleeves of his own double-breasted peacoat and wrapping a scarf around his neck. He’d dressed for luck today, wearing all of his favorite things in the hopes that this wouldn’t all blow up his face as spectacularly as he expected it would.

A button-up of his own, in a pretty cream color with light lace detailing around the buttons, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off his hands and wrists. His lovely thrifted waistcoat covered in floral embroidery (which some might call gaudy, but really, that was due to their inability to appreciate art, thank you very much). His favorite pair of black jeans, which fit his ass and thighs like a glove. His well-loved Chelsea boots, warm and practical but stylish and rustic. The pearl earring he’d crafted from one of his mother’s old necklaces in one ear and his many, ever-present rings adorning his fingers. Your clothes are your armor, Jaskier, and gods know you’ll need it today.

He came back to stand in front of Eskel with a smile and a prayer.

“Well, we look quite the pair, don’t we?” He hoped his usual charm was enough to mask his nerves. “You clean up rather nicely, Esk, though I don’t think that’s a surprise to anyone.”

He brushed a casual hand over Eskel’s shoulder without much thought, missing the flare of heat in the other man’s eyes.

“You too, Jask. In fact…” Eskel took that moment to step closer, crowding into Jaskier’s personal space. He placed a careful hand at Jaskier’s waist, used the other to guide Jaskier’s fallen hand back to his own shoulder. The look in his eyes was inscrutable, his touch as familiar as it was strange in this charade they found themselves in.

Jaskier was stunned for the second time in as many days. He blinked, mouth falling slightly open. “Esk? Bit early for this, yeah? We don’t even have an audience, unless you count Mattie,” he chuckled nervously, heart pounding like a drum.

The hand was a warm, bracing heat where it rested over the linen of his shirt. Jaskier felt the touch like a brand, sparks flying from the points where they made contact.

“Hm,” Eskel rumbled, bringing his other hand around Jaskier’s lower back and somehow stepping even closer. “Figured this would be as good a time as any to practice.”

Eskel’s thumb was rubbing small, distracting little circles at the base of his spine. Jaskier was finding it harder to string together a coherent thought by the second. “P-Practice…?”

The other man’s eyes crinkled at the corners, his mouth quirking into a becoming smile. Jaskier wanted to see what it would taste like, pressed to his lips.

“Kissing, Jask. Would you prefer I planted one on you when you weren’t expecting it? I didn’t want you to be more surprised than everyone else is already going to be.”

Jaskier spluttered, cheeks turning red. “I– well, I mean– Maybe? Probably a good idea, all things considered, would seem– normal, since we’re dating and all. Not that I’m saying no right now, but–”

Eskel took pity on him, chuckling. “Noted. I’ll remember that for later.”

He still hadn’t stopped that damnable stroking of his back. Fuck.

Jaskier bit his lip, hand tightening unconsciously on Eskel’s shoulder. His other hand moved from his side to rest tentatively on the meat of Eskel’s pec. “It might be… smart. Practicing. Do you… um, now?”

Jaskier had never been less eloquent in his life, but Eskel didn’t need pretty words to understand what he meant.

Eskel’s hand traveled smoothly from Jaskier’s waist to grasp his chin. Jaskier wasn’t small by any means, standing at just under six feet tall, but Eskel made him feel downright dainty. Something about that fact made a primal part of his brain purr with pleasure.

They locked eyes, blue meeting hazel. Jaskier took a few moments to just… look. He didn’t see any hesitation or regret in Eskel’s gaze, just warmth. The tension in his shoulders loosened, his face tilting just that little bit more upward.

Eskel, intelligent man that he was, didn’t wait any longer.

The warm press of lips against Jaskier’s own sent a bolt of lightning down his spine. It was rather chaste, all things considered, but he’d never felt quite so many butterflies as he did now with anyone else, the warmth spreading from where they were connected all the way down to his toes.

Eskel’s arms curled firmly around Jaskier’s hips, but his kisses remained soft, almost tentative. Jaskier felt a hunger clawing its way up his throat and just barely smothered the desperate sound that tried to escape. He pressed himself closer, arms looping around Eskel’s neck as his lips parted, praying that the declaration sitting on his tongue remained inside.

By the gods, kissing Eskel was like the first sight of water in a desert. Like the first flowers sprouting through frost, like first love in the summer. Like the last love he hoped he’d ever have.

They’d been kissing for maybe a minute, probably less, but when they pulled apart, Jaskier was panting. He felt absolutely wrecked, heart threatening to claw its way out of his chest, every part of his being screaming about the minuscule distance between them.

Fuck, he was so fucking fucked.

“Um,” he licked his suddenly dry lips and blinked through the pleasant, dazed feeling that had taken over his brain. “Think we’ll pass the test?”

Eskel looked almost as starstruck as Jaskier was, breath coming in shallow little puffs and a faint flush at the tips of his ears, though he schooled his features quickly. Jaskier’s heart fluttered at having that effect on him, feeling the sticky ooze of pride in his gut, despite knowing it was just a physical reaction to a damned good kiss.

When Eskel spoke, his voice was rough. “I think we just might.”

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“Jask! Eskel!” Aiden’s voice carried warmly over to them as they arrived through the back gate.

The butterflies were fully present again and Jaskier wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. Eskel’s hand was a comforting warmth on his lower back, guiding him through the gate where he waited, hesitating.

“Hey, you two! Glad you could make it!” Aiden came over and hugged both of them tightly, as if he hadn’t just seen them two weeks ago when they met with Geralt and Lambert for drinks.

Jaskier smiled despite himself. “Hey Aiden, everyone here already? We brought refreshments.” Eskel held up their offering at Jaskier’s queue.

Aiden grinned like the cat that got the cream. “Great! Afraid Lambert made his way through most of ours last night when Geralt came over. Poor fool’s hopeless at Gwent, gods help him.”

Eskel snorted. “Don’t worry, Aid. I like you, so I won’t tell him you said that.”

“And that’s what makes you my favorite brother-in-law!”

Eskel smiled, moving to press a casual kiss to Jaskier’s cheek before excusing himself. “Going to put these in the fridge real quick. Be right back.”

Jaskier froze, knowing his face was practically glowing at the easy display of affection, but tried to play it cool. Damn it, Eskel, you had to leave me to deal with this alone…

He supposed he should be grateful it was Aiden first. He sighed.

“So… You and Esk?”

He glanced over at Aiden, not sure what he was expecting to find, but huffed a small breath of relief at seeing only curiosity in his expression. “When did that happen?”

“A few weeks ago. Remember Yenn’s birthday?”

In truth, it wasn’t a hard story to sell. He and Eskel were frequently together (some might say attached at the hip), so it wasn’t surprising when they’d left together that night. Jaskier was a friendly drunk in general, even more so with his actual friends, and he knew he’d been all over Eskel. He privately remembered how hard it was to keep his mouth shut, with the cold air around them and the warmth of Eskel’s body as he’d practically carried him down the street. How close he’d been to blowing it when they’d stumbled home to Jaskier’s flat…

Aiden nodded, brows raised, and shook him out of his reverie. “So, was it you or him? Honestly Jask, I have to tell you, we’ve all talked about it over the years,” he chuckled.

Jaskier frowned, brows furrowing. Aiden didn’t seem to notice.

“We placed some bets, with interest, so I’d really love to know if I won the pot.”

“You all placed bets on when I’d finally confess? That’s hardly fair. Should’ve taken the secret to my grave just to spite you,” Jaskier grumbled.

He was more than a little indignant that they all seemed to know how absolutely gone he was over Eskel, particularly since he’d never mentioned it to any of them. Maybe it was just a testament to how well they knew him. The thought wasn’t comforting in the slightest.

Aiden smirked, saying nothing, before tugging Jaskier by the wrist towards the fire pit.

“Come on, it’s fucking cold.”

—-

For the fourth time in the last twenty minutes, he found his gaze traveling across the yard. Eskel was sipping at a beer and chatting with Geralt. No doubt it was about the kids Geralt kept catching stoned out of their minds in the park campgrounds every weekend. He knew it had been a thorn in his best friend’s side for weeks, reluctant as he was to do too much about it. Lambert, who had just joined the other two, suddenly roared with laughter at some bit of Geralt’s dry humor, Eskel and Geralt smirking along with him at the unheard joke. Jaskier found himself smiling fondly, watching them all together.

“Lucky in love at last, bard?”

Jaskier scoffed, caught staring, and turned to Yennefer. She was bouncing little three-year-old Ciri on her knee on the other side of the fire, looking every bit at home in Lambert’s backyard. The beer she was holding clashed with her tailored pantsuit but only added to the picture she made, and really, it was just unfair that she made that look work to her advantage. Even with the snot Ciri was surreptitiously wiping on her shoulder.

“What can I say, witch? The man’s got taste,” he retorted with a smirk, all confidence he didn’t quite feel.

The nicknames were stupid things they’d given each other back in college, back when they were rivals fighting over the attention of a certain white-haired man who wasn’t ready for any kind of relationship. They were almost pet names, now, many years and shared bottles of wine over Geralt’s stupidity later.

Triss smiled over at him from her place next to Yennefer, a knowing glint in her eye. She was chopping vegetables for kabobs, her skilled hands making quick work with the knife she was holding. Yennefer leaned over to her, rolling her eyes at Jaskier, and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Triss let out a smitten giggle.

A lawyer and a doctor, both beautiful to boot. He'd be intimidated if he hadn’t known them for years.

He smiled despite himself, pleased to see his friends happy in love. It only hurt a little bit, this time, knowing he at least had Eskel’s temporary attention to comfort him.

“We’re happy for you, Jask, you know that, right?” Triss finally chimed in, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she passed him to take the finished kabobs to Lambert at the grill.

Jaskier felt his cheeks heating, longing and wistfulness twisting sickly in his gut, and nodded. He hoped his feelings didn’t show on his face.

The night carried on, drinks and laughter and stories about their weeks shared between them, before they finally settled at Lambert’s massive patio table to eat. It was still cold out, but the patio lamps were warm, and Jaskier couldn’t help but feel even warmer with the drink in his belly and good company around him.

Jaskier was sitting next to Eskel, Aiden on his right, and Geralt across from them both. It was a little awkward, feeling Geralt trying not to stare at them. He hadn’t said anything to his best friend about this, knows how that must look since they all believe he and Eskel are dating now, but really, there wasn’t anything to tell. He couldn’t exactly tell Geralt he was fake-dating his brother as a ploy to best his mortal enemy, now could he? Nevermind the fact that he’d never exactly told Geralt he was in love with the man. Seemed like that was for the best, as that would only make things worse than they were now.

There was a stilted silence in the air, everyone tucking into their meals except for Geralt, who continued to look at Jaskier and Eskel as if they were a great mystery he couldn’t quite parse. Finally, Geralt must decide he’s drunk enough to say something because he huffs.

“I just don’t get it. How are you two dating?”

Everyone pauses, looking between the four of them–Geralt, Jaskier, Eskel, and the elephant in the room.

Jaskier, surprisingly, found his hackles up. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

Geralt shrugs, looking only a little sorry. “It’s just, well… surprising, is all.”

And that just made it worse, Jaskier practically bristling like a cat whose tail has been stepped on. He starts spluttering, winding himself up into a rant about how Geralt doesn’t know fucking anything and how dare he say that in front of everyone, when Eskel’s hand lands on his thigh.

Jaskier pauses, then, looks over at Eskel. He is surprised by the warmth he sees in the other man’s eyes, compassion and tenderness and comfort all wrapped up in gold-flecked hazel. Eskel’s thumb is stroking over Jaskier’s knee, and he’s looking at him like that, and Jaskier suddenly can’t find it in him to be angry anymore.

“It’s okay, sweet thing,” Eskel murmurs. “I’ll do the explaining, yeah?”

He shifts his attention to everyone, walking them through their cover story–how they’d left their friends at the bar several weeks ago and fallen into each other’s arms. He keeps rubbing those damnable circles into the flesh on the inside of Jaskier’s knee, and Jaskier can’t quite stop himself from staring at Eskel’s mouth as he forms the words.

Particularly not when Eskel adds in a few things they hadn’t discussed.

“I know you’re all surprised, but this isn’t really new. Not for me. I’ve always loved Jaskier,” and he takes a moment to gaze straight into Jaskier’s eyes as he says that, before looking away like it’s nothing. Like he hasn’t just shattered Jaskier’s entire world.

He continues, clueless to the storm raging its way through Jaskier’s insides. “I just finally got my shit together enough to say something about it–and I was lucky that he felt the same way.”

Jaskier can’t look away from him, caught up in the way his eyes look at he says things like always loved and lucky about Jaskier, of all people. He feels a twinge of deja vu, thinking of the conversation with Yenn just over an hour ago.

Geralt’s hawk eyes keep darting back and forth between them–to the foolishly besotted look Jaskier is sure must be on his face right now, to the way he’s got his whole weight leaned against Eskel’s side like he’s the only thing keeping him upright. He’s not sure what Geralt makes of Eskel, but whatever he sees, it finally seems to satisfy him enough that he crosses his arms and nods.

“Happy for you both. I mean it,” he says gruffly, making sure to meet both of their eyes to show how serious he is. Jaskier feels a flutter of affection for his closest friend, any residual annoyance from his earlier comment fully faded away now.

Geralt pushes away from the table then, reaching to grab Ciri from her booster seat. He excuses himself, likely going to put Ciri down for her late afternoon nap. It’s just as likely he needs a second to rationalize the reality that his brother and best friend are together.

Jaskier turns back to the rest of the table at this point, still unsure what he’s going to see in the rest of their faces despite Geralt’s acceptance. He looks around at everyone, at Yennefer and Lambert and Vesemir, and feels something tight unfurl in his stomach as he sees the acceptance on all of their faces, something he hadn’t even known was there.

He lets himself smile, just for a second, and squeezes Eskel’s hand where it still rests on his knee under the table. He gets a fond squeeze back. This felt right. And although it wasn’t true, it felt good to know that everyone would be there to support them if it was.

—-

The rest of the evening is a quiet affair, and when the stars are well into the night sky, they finally say their goodbyes to everyone and make their way back to Eskel’s car. It’s only when he’s settled in the passenger seat with his seatbelt on that Jaskier goes limp with the weight of all of his feelings, pressing the heels of his hands firmly into his eyes.

“Jask? You okay?” It comes quietly, and although Eskel isn’t touching him, Jaskier breathes in his presence like the comfort that it always is.

He takes a moment and heaves a heavy breath out through his nose before he tries to speak. “Yeah. Just didn’t anticipate that being so… heavy. And I have to admit I didn’t think about how Geralt would react to the fact we hadn’t told him first when I proposed this idea.”

Jaskier rubs a nervous hand through his hair, sighing. He feels Eskel’s eyes on him, with that same quiet intensity he always has, before his hand is suddenly in Eskel’s.

“I’m sorry if I… overstepped, back there. Figured you’d really–want to sell it,” Eskel chuckles, weakly, and drums his fingers on the steering wheel.

Jaskier takes a moment to look at him more closely, taking in the tense set of his shoulders, the way he won’t quite meet his eyes.

“Hey,” he says, squeezing Eskel’s hand again, “What’s going through that big brain of yours?”

Eskel is still quiet, and it’s a little unsettling. Jaskier forces himself to be patient.

Eventually, he sighs, before turning to look at Jaskier. “We could still stop this, you know. Tell everyone it was all a big joke. I know I said it might be easier since we know each other, but I might have been wrong on that front.”

Jaskier’s heart is pounding, heart beating too hard at the direction this conversation might be turning. He doesn’t think Eskel is on to him, doesn’t think he’s noticed, but he will be if Jaskier asks what he wants to. Do you want to stop? Because I’ve never wanted anything less.

He swallows the question burning in his throat but is determined to do something about the furrow between Eskel’s brows, at the very least. No use in having the other man worried because of him.

“You did exactly what was asked of you, dear heart, no apology needed.”

Jaskier pauses, tap-dancing on the fine line between comforting honesty and revealing too much. “You know, when we decided to do this, I knew it would be a little messy,” he gave a rueful smile at that, hoping the little bit of truth in his words was enough for now. “But I can’t say there’s anyone I’d be happier doing this with than you.”

Eskel finally looks his way, a twitch at the corner of his mouth akin to a smile.

“Yeah?” And that confident light Jaskier loves so much is back in Eskel’s eyes as he says, “Not just because I’m a phenomenal kisser?”

The moment is broken, just like that. Jaskier shoves him playfully, laughing despite the resounding crack he feels in his heart. However this ends, they’ll be okay, even if he has to make peace with just being Eskel’s friend forever. Even if he knows now what Eskel looks like right after he’s been kissed, bright-eyed and breathless and beautiful. Even if his stupid heart guts him from the inside out by the time this is over.

Eskel turns the keys in the ignition and finally starts the drive to Jaskier’s flat. The streetlights outside flicker through the windows, turning Eskel’s olive skin a lovely golden brown. They’re quiet, except for the soft music playing on the radio, each digesting the developments of the last few days.

Jaskier can’t help himself, eyes drawn to Eskel’s face again. The other man looks mostly relaxed, still frowning slightly at whatever thoughts are going through his mind. Jaskier feels the ache acutely, then, wishing more than anything that he had the courage to fess up.

Instead, he reaches over and gently takes the hand resting on Eskel’s thigh in his own, smoothing a thumb over his knuckles. He hopes it’s a comfort, however small. He misses the eyes that flick over to him as he does so, the overwhelming fondness that takes over the other man’s expression as if he can’t help it any longer.

They sit like that, clasped hands resting on Jaskier’s knee and earnestly stealing glances at each other, for the rest of the drive.

Eventually, they pull up in front of Jaskier’s building, and Eskel parks the car. Jaskier is gathering his things and doesn’t notice when Eskel gets out of the car, hurrying over to open the door for him.

Another wave of blistering warmth rushes through him, the longing so intense he can barely stand it, but he simply beams up at his friend, getting out of the car with a quiet thank you.

“Well… this is me.”

Jaskier can’t resist glancing down at his shoes, feeling bashful, all of a sudden. He’s not sure why the feeling comes to him only now when the other man had declared his undying love in front of their friends and family earlier, but it’s there all the same.

His breath is stolen from him when Eskel steps forward and wraps his strong arms tightly around his frame, squeezing him in a hug so tight he lifts him off the ground. Jaskier is flustered, blushing at the fact that Eskel lifted him like he weighed absolutely nothing, but hugs him back just as tightly.

Eskel finally sets him back on the ground, arms still lightly wrapped around his sides. That inscrutable look is back in his eyes as he stares down at him, a soft smile on his face. Jaskier feels his insides go all squirmy.

“Goodnight, Jaskier.”

“I’ll text you, okay?” He smiles in response. Before he can stop himself, he leans up to press a soft kiss to Eskel’s scarred cheek. He gives him another quick hug before scurrying inside.

He stops to catch his breath only when he’s safely inside his apartment, leaning heavily against his locked door. Mattie comes up to him and rubs affectionately against his leg, but he can’t pay her any mind. Groaning, he slides to the floor, head in his hands.

He was so fucking fucked.

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#asi writes #prompt fill #jaskel #jaskel fics #jaskier/eskel #jaskier/eskel fics #the witcher #witcher #jaskier x eskel #jaskier x eskel fics #eskel #julian alfred pankratz #jaskier the bard #jaskier #witcher fanfiction #wip #sorry kei this is getting REALLY long lmao

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doodlegangers · 6 months

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Everyone knows that one of the most dangerous things you can do as a webcomic artist is go back and redo your old pages as your art gets better; it puts you in a strange loop where you end up working on past pages more than continuing the comic itself.

If I am being honest? I really dislike the work that is Continue, visually. The comic is absolutely my most tremendous success and wild failure; I worked so hard on that book from its conception to publishing it ... and holding it in my hands makes me feel so strange. Happy that I did it, but also eager to show the world that I can do so much better now. I think that is why so many people jump back --- that exact feeling, but I am generally able to get the accomplished feeling simply by redoing old pieces that were stand-alone while that comic was running.

The Lazarus print was supposed to be a Kickstarter Reward for everyone who wanted it and I vaguely remember going through Office Max to print them, at the time. Like all of my art back in 2020, the old piece was done on my iPad with the iPencil --- a device that I still struggle to use. Since then I have upgraded to a Wacom tablet again and have been making use of the stabilization feature and vector lines in CSP. It's changed the game and it's also helped push me more to learn how to make things actually look how I want. I changed my main "brush" and vibe to be something a bit more scratchy and sketchy like I have always wanted --- rather than adhere to the perfectly clean cell-shade vibe of most webtoons. This allowed me to grow so much, and after joining a group of artists and learning from them and trading know-hows back and forth ... I am where I am at, today. Making a new comic with the same heroes as that first book --- but at a point where things have changed. I'm thrilled about Ghost Getters and where it is going but it's hard not to look BACK at stuff and be in awe at how far I have managed to come.

These two images are like night and day to me and I am so happy that I stuck with things and really pushed on. I wanna ask those of you who do comics ... do you find yourself aching to redo old pieces/pages? Do you feel strange when you look at your super old stuff, is it hard to love what you used to be so proud of?

#art #ocs #blogs #rambles #comics #webcomics #lgbt comic #trans character #lazarus crawford #ghost getters

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ericspinkhair · 3 years

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quarantine longings

pairing: best friend!kevin x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

synopsis: you and your best friend have sex because quarantine made you horny

warnings: best friends to lovers, takes place during the pandemic, spoiler of 356 days (but not the end, just generally the plot), no use of condoms but only the pill, creampie, sexual fantasies, fingering, hand-job, sex, slight angst at the end if you squint

a/n: I would literally die for kevin, I love him so much. I'll be writing a multiple parts series about him after I'm done writing scenarios for every member first.

requests are open!

masterlist + requests

you slammed your foot hard against the wall and cursed in pain. you hopped on one foot to your bed, holding your other leg in agony and tasted blood as you bit your lip to keep the volume of your suffering groans in check. someone knocked on the door.

'are you okay?' your roommate asked concerned.

'no, leave me alone, kevin,' you croaked out. you wanted to suffer by yourself.

there was an awkward silence and then you heard him sigh. soon after, the door next to your room closed shut.

why were you so frustrated, one might ask? well, the pandemic was kicking your butt and you just couldn't take it anymore. when the news of the virus had first spread, no one thought it would become this serious. but suddenly everyone was walking around with masks and spent most of their time staying at home.

after graduating high school, you and kevin had decided to move in together for college because both of you were broke and couldn't afford to live alone. you had been best friends since middle school and had been convinced that it was a smart idea at the time.

and everything went smoothly for the first one and a half years. however, after not seeing anyone else since the start of the pandemic over a year ago, it became increasingly difficult to share an apartment, but not in the way one might assume. you were neither sick of each other nor did you fight a lot. to tell the truth, it was quite the opposite.

earlier, before you had kicked the wall in anger, the two of you had painted together. kevin was majoring in art and, since you didn't have anything better to do, you joined him while he did projects for his classes. you might have been majoring in journalism but you had always liked drawing and painting, even though you weren't particularly skilled. you were a naturally clumsy person, always tripping over air and dropping things. today you were hecticly moving around your hands while telling him about a stupid video you had seen and you accidently let go of the brush in your hand. it hit the side of kevin's face, leaving a wide splodge of red paint on his right cheek.

to get back at you, he jerked his paint brush and splattered some green color on your white shirt. you saw this as a challenge and soon both of you were both drenched in the colors of the rainbow, laughing hysterically on the floor, not caring that you were spreading the paint on the poor carpet.

you turned your heads to look at each other and you felt absolutely in peace. you loved this man and couldn't be more glad that it was him and not anyone else you were stuck with inside of this apartment.

he stood up to take off his stained shirt and your smile quickly faded off your face. your lips slightly parted and you couldn't help but stare at his now exposed biceps and abs.

your mouth watered and you felt heat pooling between your legs as you took your time to study his architecture. thoughts about how badly you wanted him to thrust into you while his strong arms held you up invaded your mind. you tried to shake them off but it was impossible.

occasions like this were slowly becoming a common occurrence for you.

having mostly stayed inside for over a year, also meant that you didn't have sex for that long. it's not like you were the horniest person on the planet but you still had needs that were being neglected. with kevin being home all the time you didn't even dare to masturbate, scared that he would be able to hear you through the frustratingly thin walls. you must have gone insane with all the lust building up inside you and that's why you suddenly craved to have sex with your best friend. this whole thing was destroying everything. it was hard to act normal when he was making you this nervous and heated but you tried to pretend that everything was fine anyway for the sake of your friendship.

that was the reason why you were angry and had hurt yourself. you hated the way you felt about your best friend and you hated the pandemic for not giving you an outlet to escape so you could recollect yourself.

what you weren't aware of was that kevin was no stranger to the exact same frustration.

he would need more than his ten fingers and ten toes to be able to count the amount of times he had to run to the bathroom to hide his boner because he had done so much as look at you bend over or stretch. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable but it was a challenge to try and calm down his hormones.

whenever he jacked off, images of you flashed through his mind; your sweet curves and pink lips drove him insane.

last week, you two were cooking together and you had asked him to get the salt. he stood behind you to reach for it on the highest shelf. he was forced to press his crotch against your butt cheeks and his dick hardened against his will. he quickly handed you the salt, excused himself and ran off before you could figure out what had happened.

he might not have known the cause of your sudden outburst but he sympathized with your fury because he had a lot of pent up anger towards covid as well.

he lay in his bed and tried to focus on the book he was reading but he couldn't tune out the groans coming from the room next to his. he cursed.

'stop it!' he was panicking as he saw a familiar tent forming in his pants. your sounds triggered some weird perverted part of his brain that sent signals right to his genitals. his dick was hardening and he saw no other solution to his problem than to give in to his subconscious desires.

he pulled down his pants just far enough so that his cock had enough room to spring out. it only needed a few strokes before it stood tall and angry. kevin pressed his head into his pillow and moved his hand fast. he wanted to get over with it quickly. he emptied his cum on his stomach while imagining your greedy little mouth being stuffed by his cock. he lay there panting as yet another round of shame flushed over him.

'get yourself together,' he whispered, mentally slapping himself.

***

'do you want to order japanese or italian?' you asked kevin. today was friday which meant it was time for your weekly tradition of ordering take out and watching a movie.

'definitely italian. we've already had japanese for the past four days. I need something else for a change,' kevin complained and shuddered at the thought of having to eat sushi again. the japanese restaurant prepared absolutely delicious food but he just couldn't stand it anymore.

you laughed at his pained facial expression. 'fine, italian it is.'

within twenty minutes the doorbell rang and after about half a minute kevin came back with two huge boxes.

he opened them on the small table situated in front of your couch and the smell of freshly cooked pasta seasoned with basil made your stomach growl.

kevin wanted to dig in already but you stopped him. you had to choose a movie first.

'let's watch tall girl. I saw everyone hate on it on tiktok,' you suggested.

'I think we should watch 365 days, that was all over my for you page as well,' kevin argued. you hadn't heard of it so you weren't sure whether it would be the right movie for you. the rule was that it had to be as bad as possible.

'according to what I have heard, it's apparently even worse than 50 shades of grey,' kevin added which piqued your interest. the both of you had watched 50 shades about two months ago and you were honestly shocked by how awful it actually was. you couldn't understand why everyone had been so obsessed with it when it was first released. if 356 days was really worse, then you'd hit the jackpot. you clapped your hands.

'fine, you win. I swear if the movie isn't as horrible as you say it is then you owe me something!' he intertwined his pinky with yours to promise.

watching horrible movies was way better than watching good ones. making fun of bad storylines, stupid characters or horrible editing was one of your favorite past times.

'I guess I'll have to add are you lost, baby girl to the top 10 worst lines ever spoken. who thought ah yes this is sexy, let's have him repeat it over and over again', you complained, shoving some pasta into your mouth.

'so he's like I won't do anything without your permission while he is literally groping her boobs against her will, like make it make sense, massimo', added kevin, ruffling his hair in frustration. he almost completely forgot about the food.

'so let me get this straight: he drugged her, kidnapped her, tied her up, hung up a painting of her just because he saw her face when his dad was shot?'

'totally relatable.' both of you giggled.

you were enjoying complaining about the plot. it was horrible.

there were plenty of erotic scenes but they were honestly so funny and kinda gross that you could bare it without really being affected by them. kevin, on the other hand, had placed a pillow over his hard-on to hide the embarrassing fact that these terrible, smutty scenes had turned him on.

and then the infamous boat scene came.

massimo and laura had a huge fight, she fell of the boat, he saved her and now she was suddenly so in love with him that she begs him to fuck her. which he does.

you felt your panties become increasingly wet as the couple had steaming hot sex.

'this is embarrassing but I'm so horny,' you admitted but in a way that should have suggested that you meant it as a joke. something about this statement stirred something in kevin.

'well, what can I say?' he replied and lifted the pillow. your pupils widened at the sight of your best friend's bulge.

his eyes darkened and he looked at you with lust clearly written on his face. you reciprocated his stare with the same intensity. you tried to focus on his dark brown orbs instead of his boner but the image you had just seen was present in your mind.

his gaze shifted to your lips and, before you knew it, kevin climbed above you and pressed your back flat onto the couch.

your lips locked and you immediately buried your hands in his hair to pull him closer. you moved in sync, his lips fitting perfectly onto yours. you bucked your hips up against his crotch and earned a moan from kevin. he opened his eyes in shock as realization hit him. he quickly pulled away and jumped off the coach.

'I'm so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have just done that. I don't know what came over me,' he apologized profusely, staring at his feet. did he really think that you didn't want this?

'give me your hand,' you told him and held out your hand.

'why?' he raised his eyebrows in confusion. you rolled your eyes.

'just do it.'

you took his hand and led it to your crotch.

'what are you- oh my god.' your juices had completely soaked through your panties and your sweatpants. 'you are so wet.'

'for you,' you added. 'there's no need to apologize. I'm literally begging you to continue.'

you didn't have to say that twice before he pulled you closer to him by your hips and engaged you in another desperate kiss. his hands were groping your butt while you let yours slide under his hoodie. you felt his naked skin and toned abs, as you rubbed his stomach. you lowered your hands and bravely palmed his boner through his clothes.

'y/n,' he hissed out against your lips. you hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his pants and underwear, and pushed the material down to his thighs. he struggled to get them off.

you stroked his hard dick as he slipped his hand into your panties to massage your pussy at the same time.

he slipped one finger inside and began working it in and out. you finally were getting the relief you had been desperately craving for for so long. kevin was skilled and your walls were trying to swallow his slim finger. you were quickly coming close to your orgasm after having abstained for more than a year. you pulled his hand out.

'I bet you can make me come even better with your dick,' you challenged kevin.

'you bet I will.' he was confident.

'let me just look for a condom.' he was already turning away to go search in his room but you held him back by the arm.

'forget about it. I'm on the pill and I want you raw. I want you to come inside me and not spill into a stupid condom.'

the idea of this sounded very tempting to kevin. he picked you up and threw you back onto the couch, drawing your hips closer to him so he could pull off all the pieces of clothing that were hindering him from accessing your pussy.

he propped up his arms next to your sides and spread your thighs apart. strings of arousal were hanging from your folds and he saw your hole desperately clench around nothing. his dick hurt from how much he wanted to finally be inside of you. he wanted to find out how close he had been able to imagine how you would feel around him.

your hole took him in easily, welcoming him happily by embracing it tightly. kevin swore he could've cum right here and there.

he went slow at first to give you a chance to adjust but you were already fully ready, rocking your hips forward to meet his thrusts.

he crashed your mouths together and you kissed him like he was oxygen and you were short of air. you smiled and your eyes rolled back, satisfied with how things had played out today and the prospects of coming looked fairly promising.

desperate for release, kevin picked up the pace, his eyes closed while fucking into you like a horny animal. he couldn't help himself and all the 'faster's and 'harder's spilling from your mouth only encouraged him to drive himself deeper into you.

you wrapped your legs around his torso in an attempt to regain the control you were losing.

'fuck fuck fuck,' you cursed, feeling your muscles starting to contract. kevin brushed away some hair that was stuck to your sweaty forehead.

'it's fine, I'm coming too,' he announced and it took only a few more thrusts before a body shaking orgasm flushed over you, making you see only white. this drove kevin over the edge too and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his hot cum. he continued to slowly ease his dick in and out of you, fucking his semen right back into you until you had ridden out both of your orgasms. he let himself fall onto the couch right next to you, panting hard.

'I very much needed this,' you sighed in content.

'same, I wasn't sure whether I could hold out any longer without having a proper orgasm.' he watched his cum drip out of you.

'we should've thought of this sooner,' you said. 'this was a great idea.'

kevin hummed in agreement.

***

so now you and kevin were having sex on a regular basis, your high score being five times in a day. it felt good to finally live out your sexuality and not having to restrict yourself. sure, you guys did it more than necessary but it was a great way to pass time and it felt fucking amazing.

today you had done it in the shower after waking up, then on the kitchen counter and you had just finished having sex in his bed.

he was spooning you from behind, his cock still placed inside of you. he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

'stop, that tickles,' you chuckled.

'sorry.'

after a while of comfortable silence you heard him let out a big sigh.

'what's wrong?' you asked as he pulled out of you. you turned around to be able to look at him.

'I don't think I can do it like this anymore,' he confessed.

'what do you mean?' you asked. 'are you talking about us having sex?'

he nodded. your heart dropped and you started feeling dizzy. you tried to search for answers in his eyes but he avoided looking at you.

'w-why?' you stuttered, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in your eyes.

'it was amazing at first,' he started and finally raised his head to meet your gaze, 'and I went into it without much thought. I went crazy during quarantine and began fantasizing about having sex with you. then it became reality but now I understand that was probably wrong of me. I've always thought of myself as a gentleman, yet I slept with you without much thought. you see, my issue is this…'

suspense hung in the air and you were impatiently waiting for him to get to the point.

'I like you.'

you quietly gasped in surprise. you had been expecting him to say you were bad at sex and that he regretted everything but not this.

'I shouldn't be sleeping with you unless you were my girlfriend,' he finished off his ramble. you felt immensely relieved.

'do you want me to?' you asked him.

'want you to what?' kevin was confused. he had been a hundred percent sure you'd immediately jump out of the bed in disgust when he confessed.

'be your girlfriend. after all, I like you too, you moron.' you realized that you had known this for a while. you might have even been crushing on your best friend since way before the pandemic struck but it was kind of hard to track your feelings. still, you were sure you liked him too. now that he had admitted his feelings, you were able to admit yours not only to him but to yourself as well.

'wow, I didn't expect this,' kevin confessed surprised. you laughed.

'yeah, we should've realized this sooner.' he pulled you closer and kissed you. it was different than the other times. his lips moved softly against yours, in contrast to all of your rough and passionate kisses you had exchanged these past few weeks. he conveyed his emotions through the kiss.

'you're ready again?' you groaned as you felt kevin's dick harden against your upper thigh. he chuckled.

'sorry, you just turn me on so much.'

so then you did it for the fourth time. that day, you set a new record of having sex six times. you might have been happy now but still just as horny.

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sunlightheidi · 3 years

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Life Worth Living

Jihyun Kim "V" | MC / Reader

*NSFW (under cut)

Happy Sunday friends! Enjoy this very fluffy smut ~

Jihyun’s studio is your favorite room in the house.

Everything about it is light. Light wooden floors and walls a pale shade of ivory, both speckled with remnants of paint that neither of you have ever bothered cleaning. The windows are tall and give you a perfect view of the fluttering hummingbirds drinking water from the feeder you’d hung from the maple oak tree (had sat on Jihyun’s shoulders to do it – swaying and giggling).

The sun filters through the sheer curtains, illuminates the room in golden hues all through the day. It’s the perfect amount of light for Jihyun to work clearly and peacefully (whether he’s drawing, or painting or taking silly photographs of you) and lets you linger quietly in his space as he does so – content and warm in the little blue sofa and the soft blankets he’s placed in here just for you.

This little nook Jihyun has created is where you spend most of your free time. You love to lay down and daydream as you watch him work. His art is wonderful, you’ve always thought so – every piece sketched, every canvas painted, every picture taken leaves you in complete wonder of him, of his talent.

But what you love best of all is watching him create these dreamscapes; shirtless and muscles rippling as he sways freely, careless hair glittering in the light, tools in his gentle paint-stained hands – he’s beautiful.

You could lay in this little corner of yours forever; learning the names of his favorite paints, about which techniques he prefers to use, listen to way he moves and all that he dreams of.

There are days however, when minutes feel like hours and your heart feels weary because everything has gone pear-shaped and wrong. A long warm shower makes you feel a little more like yourself, but you struggle to keep your eyes open as you stumble up the stairs in your robe and nothing else, to the man you’ve given your heart and whole life too.

Ah, there he is; his back to the door and sitting on a spinning stool, paintbrush in hand and a palette in the other.

You go to him instantly, wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his back in greeting, say nothing because you don’t want to distract him from his work. You nuzzle his neck and peek over his shoulder at his current project. A landscape this time – cherry blossoms from the trip he had surprised you with for your anniversary a few months ago.

As you begin to pull away, he pulls you back and wraps his arms around you – kisses you dizzy, calls you darling and sweetheart and tells you how much he’s missed you.

You stumble into your little sanctuary afterwards, lips swollen and a little off balance but warm and happy; fall asleep the moment you wrap yourself in the coziness of your blankets.

You dream of a night in spring, of cherry blossom trees and a quiet breeze and a starry sky – a memory of gentle hands caressing your softness and making love to you under the moonlight.

The dream vanishes, colors and hues of blues and golds fill your vision – you wake to soft kisses along your thighs, on your hips. You shift a little, yawning and chest rising. Then, a gentle tap on your thigh; the solid end of a pencil. Warm, turquoise eyes meet yours as they open.

Jihyun is sitting on the sofa with you, has made room for himself at the very end with your feet on his lap, his earlier work long forgotten.

“Stay still for me, darling.”

You shudder under the weight of his gaze, seeking it even as his attention shifts back to the sketchpad in his hand, charcoal pencil in the other. Those same graceful hands that are always so careful when they take you apart; so careful and memorizing when they trace the outline of your figure on paper, and smooth an array of charcoal down the lines of your body.

Jihyun loves to spill you onto his art – pictures drawn and photographs taken of you, they are strewn all over his studio, displayed on the walls of every room in your home. They are beautiful, just like everything else about him, like everything he graces with his touch.

But hanging right next to them is your own work, a disarray of candid pictures you’ve taken of him. They are your absolute favorites because he’s always radiant and flushed, always giggles shily the moment you turn the camera on him.

“Your thoughts are spinning,” he says, eyes flickering up to you, a soft smile on his pretty mouth. “What did you dream about?”

“The night we camped underneath the stars, when the cherry blossoms were blooming.”

“Mmm,” he hums, a soft agreement. He remembers it perfectly – the night you’d laid naked with him underneath the stars and he’d made love to you until the sun rose. “A good dream then. Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart?”

You do so, at peace with the warm flush that’s worked its way through your insides. It is still new to you, being bared like this for him to draw you, but you are comfortable. More than comfortable with him, if only a little shy at his attention, but he’s always tender with you.

His gaze flickers down your body; the blankets have long fallen to the floor, your robe in disarray and hiding nothing from him. You don’t fix it – let him watch every bit of you instead. “Are you getting a little restless, darling?”

“A little,” you admit, “but I can stay still a little longer for you.”

Jihyuns nods, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. “Are you sure?” he asks, using his thumb to massage your inner thigh.

“Jihyun, dearest, you’re not meant to be making this harder for me,” you remind him, lowering your eyebrows in a faux-scowl, lip pouting. Your body shivers in delight as you witness his eyes darken – you know he loves your mouth, know it makes his fantasies unwind like nothing else.

He laughs, something dark and hoarse, but always as warm as the sun. “My apologies. You know I am just as tempted by you, if not more so.”

“Keep your hands to yourself,” you tease, letting your eyes fall closed once again as you slip into a steady daze. “Please finish quickly Jihyun, I’ve missed you terribly.”

And you have. All day long have been feeling a little heartsick for him.

You don’t open your eyes again for a while. Occasionally, you feel him moving you around; a hand adjusting the position of your arm, brushing hair from your face, or ghosting against your thighs.

It’s a while before he moves again, and you feel the sofa cushions shift as he slips his legs from beneath you; hear him place his sketchpad and charcoal down.

You open your eyes when you feel Jihyun hover above you – plush lips, soft lashes, smiling mouth, adoration in his gaze. You don’t need a single star or planet to align if only he keeps looking at you in this way for the rest of your life.

“Can I see the sketch?” You whisper, your body writhing at the wild, desperate look he gives you; know that he needs you just as badly as you need him.

You feel dizzy, drunk as you try to regain control of your body that never, never, never has enough of him.

“Later,” he answers, finally brushing his lips against yours, swallowing your moan as he presses every inch of his body against yours. He can’t ever have enough of you either.

Jihyun loves to capture these moments between you, has taken photographs of him pleasing you, of you pleasing him, of you two together; you wish he would paint this moment, the two of you intwined so tightly that you looked like one.

There is no need for preparation; you’ve been wet since he’d pressed you back into the blankets and asked you to stay there. Jihyun releases a shaky breath as he thrusts up and over your mound, coating himself in your arousal. You press his face into your neck and drape one leg over his hip, opening yourself up fully and giving unspoken permission at the same time.

You both gasp as the head of his cock notches at your entrances. His hips tremble slightly as he drives in, only stopping once his hips are tights against yours. You can’t help it; you squeeze around him, arch a little and writhe at the delicious fullness you feel.

“Thank you for waiting for me, my love” he says, and you know he doesn’t just mean today, or every other day you’ve watched him work while basking in the sunlight.

He means that period so long ago, when both of you were lost and stumbling through life but had fallen desperately in love with each other. When he’d left to learn how to live with mistakes made and figure out himself and his dreams.

You stayed and tried to make sense of what your life had become. Had spent so much of your time praying to the stars, to the moon, to the sun that he would come back to you.

He pulls backs to look at your face, brushes wild hair from your forehead and presses a kiss where his fingers had been. He only moves once he is sure you won’t look away. The first time he draws away and presses back in is enough to make you whine, enough to make you cry with the tender way he is looking at you.

Jihyun fucks into you at a gentle pace, loves to draw out the pleasure and just feel you beneath him. You understand why, too. All those years of secrecy and lying had left his body tired and his soul weary, and now he is eager for a moment of respite. He’s found that peace, the calmness he’s searched his whole life for, in you.

You can feel your wetness coating your inner thighs and his. You suck in a breath as Jihyun slicks your wetness up, fingers grazing your swollen, sensitive clit. A broken gasp leaves you as he presses harder, circling around you and you press yourself against his hand, rocking into him as he thrusts into you. You begin to flutter around him and he groans, his pace finally stuttering, his hips shaking against yours.

“Come on, baby,” he urges, flushed and eyes dark and shining. “Let me hear you.”

And you do. You let yourself vocalize everything that he makes you feel – the adoration, the love, the coursing desire that has lit a burning fire within you. He presses his mouth to yours and tastes every sound you make, pupils blown and completely blissed out in the knowledge that it’s all because of him.

He continues to stroke you through the aftershocks of pleasure, joins you with a jerk of his hips – brows furrowed, eyes shut and his lips parted as he moans your name.

When he finally pulls away, your thighs are shaking and your eyes are dropping with fatigue. He kisses your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, pulls back to look at the mess between your thighs and sings you quiet praises.

“Come here, honey,” he whispers, slowly standing up and hooking one arm beneath your knees, the other under your shoulders and lifts you up effortlessly. You lock your arms around him and nuzzle into his neck, sigh in quiet happiness. “Let’s get to bed.”

He carries you through the hallways of this home you’ve built together. Photographs of you two line the walls, kissing and smiling and always looking at each other with joy in your eyes.

There are pictures of your friends too, posters of Zen’s productions, blurry images of Jumin with Elizabeth the 3rd, Jaehee in front of her new café, Yoosung at his recent graduation, and plenty of the reunited Choi twins on their many adventures (because Saeyoung has taken it upon himself to hang pictures on your walls too).

Days can be long, and sometimes you don’t feel like yourself; but these still images that capture the life you once dreamed of help you remember: you have Jihyun, you have a family – you need nothing else.

You lean closer to Jihyun, kiss up his neck and across his jawline. Press your lips against the corner of his smiling mouth. “I love you.”

I would have waited a lifetime for you, you think. You have made my life a living dream.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [epilogue]

Warnings: sexual comments, pregnancy and children, marriage and weddings, just cuteness, mentions of IVF, mentions of parental issues, language, mentions of marital issues, mentions of fuckboy!Tommo

Word Count: 7,996

Author's Note: Thank you, thank you, thank you, for those that have stuck with me through all of this. It's been a journey and I'm so grateful for those that stayed for the whole thing. This series has been such an important part of my life and writing and I don't know how I'll function without it, but I'm grateful to have finished it and gotten it out there for others to enjoy. 💖

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Welcome to Our Forever

Thomas & Y/F/N

August 5, 2023

White roses and eucalyptus line the wooden board announcing your wedding to the man of your dreams. Maybe not the best decision to have a summer wedding, but Harrison and Ivey had only wed some three months before, and you refused to take away her shine. As it was, when she sat beside you in her auburn colored dress to have her hair and makeup done, she was glowing, reminiscing on her big day with a brand new wedding band to go with her engagement/wedding ring, and a new ID showcasing the Ivey Eleanor Osterfield namesake.

It wasn't necessarily the first time you four girls had been together since graduation, but the time that you spent together had dwindled since going out into the real world. Phoebe was making bank as an emergency room nurse at UW Emergency just off campus and she and Keaton had started living together in University District. Cole had moved Scarlett into his apartment once Keaton had moved out and she's been working as a financial analyst the past two years. He'd mentioned proposing to her, but hadn't officially done so yet. Ivey and Harrison were living in an apartment not far from you and Tom, Harrison working at the Seattle Art Museum, and not too far from him, Ivey was working as an editor in downtown Seattle. Still, after two years, the four of you were meeting up for date night often, you and Ivey mostly discussing wedding plans and crazy stories from your day, while the boys talked sports and alcohol.

Since graduation, you and Tom had adopted a little gray pitbull from a local shelter, similar to Tessa, whom you named Rosir. With the help of your dad and the first few paychecks from your therapy office, you were able to purchase a car, a Subaru Crosstrek, which you and Tom used for weekend getaways and vacations. He'd even taken the time to revisit the same house he and the group stayed in in Oregon two springs ago with you.

"You remember how you told me you wanted something like Ivey and Harrison that night shit went to hell?" He had asked you as you lay in bed one night, bare chests pressed together and Rosie laying just off to your side on the floor, squeaking her toy. You had hummed and nodded, leaning on his chest,

"I regret that."

"Don't say that. I just hope that it's been better than what they have. I've tried to make you happy." You smiled up at him and nodded,

"I've never been happier than I am now." You had reassured him. He'd smiled and leaned in to kiss you. You'd discussed the shitshow that was the last two years of your relationship and how now, you couldn't see being with anyone else and you were convinced that your kids wouldn't have what you did, with a fractured family. Most of Tom's wounds had healed and he was focused on you, his career path, and your future. You were putting everything that had happened in the past behind you for the better now, focusing on your wedding, your marriage, the future.

"You nervous?" Phoebe asks as an artist drags a brush with eyeshadow across her lids. You shrug as you're drawn from your haze,

"Less nervous about marrying him than I am about graduation." You admit. She smiles,

"I'm in love with you two. He's fucking lucky to have you." She murmurs, closing her eyes again. Ivey sighs,

"I think you've beaten me out at being the most gorgeous on your wedding day."

"No, don't say that. You were absolutely stunning."

"Yeah, but are you seeing yourself? Tom is going to lose his shit." She explains. You smile, staring at yourself in the mirror as your makeup artist brushes blush along your cheeks. You giggle,

"Okay, fine, I do look hot." You murmur. The three of you laugh along before Scarlett sighs and moves into the room,

"Your dad and Cole are fighting again." You roll your eyes,

"I almost just wish they hadn't tried to reconcile." You tell her. She smiles,

"I mean... at least they're trying for you and all of our future kids." She reasons. You sigh,

"Yeah, I guess." She sits behind the three of you, waiting until you're all finished before she helps you slide into the a-line dress you'd chosen, the girls gasping,

"Oh Y/N, you look gorgeous." Ivey says. Phoebe and Scarlett agree and when Nikki enters the room, she gasps and covers her mouth, tears springing into her eyes,

"Oh Y/N darling..." She mumbles. You smile, taking her hands when she approaches,

"Do you think he'll like it?" You ask her about her son. She nods, sniffling softly,

"Oh I think you could wear a burlap bag and he'd think you were exquisite, but this..." She nods, "he'll absolutely love you in this." She assures. You smile,

"Great. You look amazing yourself." You tell her, looking her over in her maroon colored mother-in-law dress,

"Well thank you sweetheart." She murmurs, a dusting of red coating her cheeks. She clears her throat,

"I uhm, I have something for you." She says. It's only then that you notice the worn black box in her hands. You follow her to the small couch, sitting just beside her before she opens the box and reveals an old pearl necklace, "My grandmother got this as a gift and it's been passed down through our family. My mother wore it on her wedding day, I wore it on my wedding day. If you'd like... I want you to have it, wear it today and any day in the future as my first daughter-in-law." She tells you. You stare at it, mouth agape,

"Oh gosh... Nikki... are you sure?" She nods immediately,

"Of course. They're to be passed down. Hopefully you get a daughter to do the same to and the tradition can continue in our family." She tells you. You dab at your eyes with a tissue,

"Thank you so much. It's beautiful." You tell her, moving forward to hug her. She hugs you back, kissing your cheek softly. She helps you latch it around your neck and by then, the girls are completely ready,

"It's time Y/N/N." Ivey tells you with a cock of her head. You take a deep breath,

"Gosh... really?" She shoots you a sympathetic smile and nods,

"Fortunately." She tells you. You allow Nikki to fasten your veil into your hair and hand you your bouquet, the girls each collecting theirs before you stand before the full length mirror, staring at yourself. You take a deep breath,

"The next time I step foot into this room, I will be Mrs. Tom Holland." You murmur more to yourself more than anyone. You watch Ivey smile in the mirror before you turn to them and nod,

"Okay, I think I'm ready." You tell them. They each nod before leading you from the room, walking the short distance to where the boys are waiting at the end of the hall. Tom had more groomsmen than you had bridesmaids, but you didn't really care. Three of his seven groomsmen were walking alone, his brothers leading the pack down the aisle together. You honestly thought it was cute. Cole maneuvered his way over to you to kiss your cheek as your father appeared,

"You look beautiful." He tells you. You smile, glancing up at your dad,

"Thanks Cole."

"You know mom would be more than proud of you." He reminds you. You nod, indicating to the veil,

"And she's with me." When your dad had offered up the diamond encrusted lacy material your mother had bought for her own special day, you sobbed and agreed without a second thought. It was such a simple yet meaningful gesture, especially coming from your dad and you haven't thought twice about it since. Cole's eyes are glistening as he nods and Scarlett slips her hand in his bicep.

Sam, Harry, and Paddy are the first down the aisle together, Tom's smile wide when he sees them. Ivey and Harrison are the first couple down the aisle with her as your matron of honor. Scarlett and Cole are next with her being your maid of honor, but you told Phoebe she was also your maid of honor. You weren't letting her feel left out in this situation. Gil was last down the aisle, helping your flower girl and ring bearer, both younger cousins of yours, down to their respective sides. You take a deep breath as you watch Tom stand at the head of the aisle, nervously swaying side to side, hands clasped in front of him. Your father flexes his bicep to imitate a squeeze,

"Don't pass out on me. At least let me get you to him." He jokes. You smile,

"Course not. But... this is the last time your little girl will be a Y/L/N." You tell him. He hums, glancing down at you when you look up,

"You'll always be a Y/L/N, but I'm okay with you being a Holland. Tom is a good man." He reminds you. You smile and nod,

"I agree." You murmur before "Canon In D" starts, giving you your cue. You take another deep breath before your father starts the walk, and all of your guests stand. Your dad reaches out and pats your hand as you walk out into the sunlight, your videographer (thank you dad) crouching beside your fiancè to capture his reaction which is quite honestly, the sweetest, most heart touching thing you've ever seen. He reaches up to brush his tears away, pivoting from foot to foot quicker as he takes a deep breath and blinks away the flood of tears that threaten to spill. You smile up at him, walking steadily with your father until you're standing just before him. He takes a deep breath as your minister asks who gives you away. Your father replies and hands you to Tom who helps you onto the small pedestal across from him. He sniffles softly, staring down at you with so much love in his eyes.

The ceremony progresses quickly and before you know it, you're announced as Mrs. Tom Holland. Tom smiles wide before he's wrapping an arm around your waist, the other curled up your back as he dips you, sealing your deal with a final kiss. You hold him to you, staring up into his eyes when he stands you straight before he pivots on his feet, smile as wide as it can get as you're announced as husband and wife. He gives your hand a squeeze and waves it in the air as your guests cheer and clap.

You scurry off, holding onto Tom as he kisses you over and over again and continuously tells you how beautiful you look while your wedding party makes their way back down the aisle, your bridesmaids and his groomsmen all crowding around you with congratulations thrown your way. You flaunt the ring, and before the guests pour from your venue and towards the large brick building for the reception, Tom's family and your dad and Heidi follow your wedding party to the designated picture area.

The pictures, you can tell, are going to be absolutely gorgeous. Harry and Nikki were both more than happy to be the wedding photographers, and absolutely denied being paid for the work. But you'd seen sneak peeks of some of the shots they'd snapped of your wedding party and you were in love. You'd finally sobbed, and Tom had let you when Nikki flashed you a photo of yours and Tom's foreheads pressed together, his hand brushing along your cheek, wedding band shown off blatantly. It hadn't hit you, how serious getting married was and now it was.

You'd been the last to depart the area where your professional photos were taken, Nikki and Harry leaving you for a private moment to yourselves, the first in nearly two days since the boys stole him and the girls had stolen you. You'd stood in silence for a moment, admiring the scenery of the woods around you before he'd untucked a hand from his pocket and reached out for yours. You'd threaded your fingers together,

"Has this been the wedding of your dreams so far?" He asks softly. You smile, nodding,

"Since I was a little girl I dreamed of marrying a prince. Now I have him, and this," You gesture around you, "This is more than I could ever ask for. It's been beautiful so far and merging our families has been a dream." You tell him, taking a step closer to him. His smile widens,

"Good." He murmurs. Standing on your toes, you lean in and kiss him. He hums,

"Can't believe I married the girl of my dreams." He murmurs. You giggle,

"It is all very surreal. All of the times we talked about marriage and kids and now we're here, doing it."

"Hell yeah, I don't fuck around." He jokes. You roll your eyes,

"But... now that we have a moment... what do you think of the dress? Your mom said I could wear a bag and you'd still think I look stunning."

"Oh definitely, but... yes... this is absolutely gorgeous. You look stunning darling. More so than ever." He tells you, holding you at arms length to look you over. You twirl for him, the bodice of your dress flourishing around you and Tom smiles,

"So beautiful." Dragging you back in, he leans in to kiss you, arms bound around your waist, your hands rested on his shoulders, smoothing down them. He hums,

"We should sneak off and have married sex now." You giggle, tipping your head back which draws him in to trailing kisses down your throat,

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try and do a quickie in this dress. You'll get lost in it." You tell him. He chuckles,

"I believe you. You've got a lot of tulle goin on here." Nodding, your rest your hands atop his shoulders, staring up at him,

"You've made me so happy the past four years... I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." You tell him. He smiles,

"The feeling is so fucking mutual." He tells you, hands curled around your back. He presses his forehead to yours and sighs,

"I promise to make you happy every day of my life. You mean the world to me." He tells you. You sway him softly, holding his waist,

"I promise to do the same."

"And after tonight, we'll go to Fiji and have a good time, just the two of us, and then we'll come back and try for a baby." He starts. You giggle again,

"You have our whole lives planned out then huh?" You ask. He nods,

"Definitely. Won't be long now before we're house hunting and moving a sweet little babe in." He murmurs in your ear. You sigh,

"Is it bad that I kinda wanna stay in the apartment for a little while after having a baby?" You ask. His eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head,

"No, not really. We... did talk about turning that spare into a nursery for her. We could go through with it."

"And we're still stuck on them being a her huh? You do know I'll kill you if we have a boy first and you even think about being disappointed." You tell him. He hums, eyebrows knitting together again,

"No, of course not, I would never. Any baby that comes from you is loved by me darling. You don't have to worry about it." He confirms. You nod, letting the silence permeate between you for a moment before you sigh,

"We should probably be heading back. No one can do anything without us." You tell him. He chews the inside of his lip for a moment before sighing himself and nodding,

"Yeah... let's go get a beer." Smiling, you hold your hand out for his again, lacing your fingers with his. He smiles as the prongs of your ring scrape against the pad of his finger and you give a tug of his hand to lead him up the trodden path towards your reception. Once on the concrete, leading up to the building, Tom squeezes your hand, glancing at the sign announcing you as husband and wife,

"I cannot believe I am Mrs. Thomas Stanley Holland." You say. He chuckles again,

"Sounds so fucking amazing." He tells you. You smile,

"It does. I get to change my nameplate at work. Mrs. Y/N Holland. So exciting." He smiles before you round a corner and your wedding party is there, beers in hand and cheering directed your way. Tom waves his hand, cheeks flushing red and chuckles leaving his lips,

"Stop, stop-"

"You're a married man now Tommo!" Haz starts,

"Yeah, what happened to the forever bachelor thing? Who are you and what have you done with our Tom?" Gil jokes. Tom rolls his eyes,

"A beautiful girl crashed the party and roped my ass in." He admits. You smile and accept a beer from Cole, another handed to Tom,

"Well congrats. You two make a beautiful couple. And... now you're my brother." He tells Tom, dragging him in for a hug. You smile, watching your husband and brother hug before Cole turns to you,

"And you look beautiful Y/N/N. Mom is so so so fucking proud of you. I just know it." He tells you again. He leans in and kisses your cheek. Ivey pops up from inside the venue,

"Alright guys. We're headed inside. Back into formation." You smile, looping your arm through Tom's. You'd chosen to have your DJ announce your wedding party, the group dancing in and once you make your way inside, it leads into your first dance. The other Holland boys lead, both sides of the families laughing at their antics. Ivey and Harrison follow, then Scarlett and Cole, and Keaton and Phoebe, finishing with Gil. Tom squeezes your hand in his arm as the DJ speaks again,

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Holland!" He cheers, the roaring from your guests loud as Tom escorts you in the door, twirling you and showing you off to your family. Your cheeks hurt from the smile you carry and Tom let's out an airy laugh as you hand your bouquet off to Ivey and he wraps you in his arms, holding your body close as the first notes of your first dance song play through the speakers, all eyes on you. But none of it matters. All that matters are the chocolate colored eyes you know every inch of. The ones you've come to love and the ones you get to stare into for the rest of your life. He's yours, and you're his, and this is what forever feels like.

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You giggle and cling to Tom as he carries you across the threshold of your suite. He gently sets you on the bed, watching you lay out beneath him,

"So stunning." He murmurs. You roll your eyes and sit up a little to pull your veil off,

"I see the cheesiness hasn't dissipated."

"Well no. It'll only get worse from here. Instead of taking it as my girlfriend or fiancèe, you're taking it as my wife. Now you for sure aren't going anywhere. It's so much worse." He tells you. You giggle, kicking your heels off. He sighs, raking a hand through his hair,

"Is it bad if I say I'm glad that part is over?" He asks with a cock of his head. You shake your own head,

"No... it's stressful. Especially for me when there was so much for me to trip over." You tell him. He hums,

"You did great. You looked amazing all night and you were such the little party host."

"I'm the bride, I have to be." He sits on the bed beside you, clearing his throat,

"Yeah, I guess." Sighing, you roll so your body is pressed into his side. He leans back on the bed on his elbow, loosening his tie,

"It was a pretty good night. You did good on the planning love." He chides. You smile,

"Thanks babe. I put my heart, soul, and money into this perfect day." He nods, raising his eyebrows,

"That's for damn sure." He murmurs. You giggle,

"I couldn't imagine any other wedding being more perfect than ours. It was really fucking beautiful."

"To be fair, your dad paid for a lot and my parents contributed too." He reasons with a shrug, staring up at the ceiling when he moves to lay back on the bed fully. You smile, leaning in on his chest. He sighs,

"I loved every minute of it."

"That's all that matters. You only get one wedding and it should be perfect."

"It was. I love you." He smiles and leans up to kiss you,

"Love you too darling." You sit in silence for a moment before you sit up and take his hand,

"Unzip me, I have a surprise for you." You tell him. He hums, sliding the zipper down your back and moving to lean on his elbows again as he watches you slip from the wedding dress, revealing a beautiful set of ivory colored lingerie, an intricate piece that draws Tom's eyebrows up again,

"Well that's one hell of a surprise."

"I had every intention of wearing blue but this is a wedding night set and I couldn't pass it up."

"Yeah, no, you'll have all kinds of opportunities to test out different lingerie. Heaven forbid you pass up this opportunity for wedding night lingerie." He murmurs. You smile, stepping from the puddle of tulle, lace, and satin at your feet and leaning in on his knees,

"So I assume you like it." You coo. He snorts,

"When have I ever not liked lingerie on this sweet little body?" He asks. You giggle,

"Never."

"Exactly." Moving his hands onto your hips, he drags you into his lap, your lips covering his. He hums into the kiss, moving his hands up your back. Your fingers move down to unbutton his shirt. You smooth over his stomach, his hands traveling down to hold onto your hips,

"Shall we try and figure out what's so different about married sex?" You ask him. He smiles, pulling back to look into your eyes,

"I think that'd be quite great actually." He murmurs. You smile down at him,

"Just think... you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant now because we're already married." He chuckles, watching you reach behind you and unclip your bra, tossing it aside. He licks his lips,

"I'd love to know what these'll look like when you end up pregnant." He murmurs, moving to massage your breasts into his hands. You tip your head back, holding his shoulders. You slide your hands beneath his button up brushing it from his shoulders. He sighs,

"So perfect."

"So yours." You murmur. He chuckles,

"You're damn right." You giggle before he's leaning back, pulling you with him. You lean on the bed over his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him,

"I love you husband." He smiles wide,

"I love you, wife. More than you'll ever know." You lean back in to kiss his throat, his hands skirting down to your hips until the cold metal of his wedding ring is pressing into your lower back.

The next night, after landing in Fiji and checking into your bungalow, Tom slides down into the sand beside you. He sighs, squinting in the setting sun and holding a beer out to you. You take it, thanking him softly and sipping from it. He does the same as you look him over. He looks calm for the first time in months. His hair is flat and he's wearing a tee and a pair of cotton shorts, no shoes on. You smile when he looks at you and his eyebrows furrow,

"What?" He asks through a laugh. You shake your head,

"Nothing, I just love you. You look good right now." You move to lay your head over his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, laying his head over yours and reaching out to squeeze your knee,

"Happy first night of forever." He mumbles. You squeeze his body against yours,

"So far, so good." You tell him. He hums,

"Can't go wrong with me." Giggling, you sip from your beer again, leaning your arm on his knee,

"I will admit, seeing "Mr. and Mrs. Holland" on the door was a really surreal thing for me." You tell him. He smiles, moving his hand up into the light to look at the ring on his finger,

"I've always been called Mr. Holland in a professional sense but... hearing Mrs. Holland and knowing that it's in reference to my wife and that you're finally, fully mine is like... insane." He admits in return. You nod,

"I agree." You murmur. Nudging the neckline of his top down, you brush a finger across the hickey you'd left the night before. He smiles,

"The markings of a spoiled little wife."

"I really don't think I'll ever be over the whole wife thing. Like... hearing you say it blows my mind. I definitely thought I'd be your girlfriend for the rest of my life and you'd never be ready to marry me."

"I was ready to marry you the second you came back from New York after Spring Break."

"Liar."

"I did. I never wanted to let you go again. I had fucked up and never wanted to risk losing you again." He explains. You smile, looping your arms under his and leaning your head on his shoulder,

"That's truly adorable. You've still had your moments but... I have no doubt that all the growth you've done since that whole mess has helped you. Really." He nods,

"I feel a lot better, that's for sure." He tells you, sighing. You hum,

"I'm glad. You know... we both have to be in a good mindset to have a baby."

"Speaking of, you are okay with having a baby like... soonish right?" He asks. You shrug,

"Yeah, sure, why not?"

"I just obviously wanna make sure you're comfortable and we're on the same page." He tells you as you move to lounge between his legs. You scoff,

"Bitch I just married you. There isn't a thing you could do to make me uncomfortable. We're one now." He chuckles, laying his hands over your stomach,

"But you would tell me if something is out of your comfort zone right?" He asks. You nod, eyebrows knitting together,

"Course."

"Good." Leaning your head back against his chest, you sigh, closing your eyes. He presses his lips to your temple and leaves them there, breathing you in. The setting sun provides a nice warmth,

"I say we just never go back to America. We just run away and become permanent travelers." Tom chuckles,

"And abandon my very expensive diploma, I think that's a dumb idea love." He tells you. You hum,

"You could very well get a big break in Europe without the degree." You reason. He hums,

"That'd be great to take you back to my home."

"Well since we'll be traveling, you very well could give me a better tour of your little hometown." You confirm. He nods,

"That sounds really good." A silence settles over you, the sound of the waves crashing being the only noise around. He reaches up and rubs over your shoulders,

"I'm glad we're here."

"Me too." You tell him quickly. He smiles,

"I'm really glad you agreed to marry me." He says. You giggle,

"Me too." His smile widens. He leans in and kisses you softly when you rise to your knees and turn to face him,

"I think we should revisit the newlywed sex." He implies with a raise of his eyebrow. You hum,

"Me too. Definitely." He chuckles softly before he's standing and taking your hands, leading you back through the sand to your bungalow, pushing you on the bed softly once he slides the door closed.

---

*Seven Years Later*

"Mia darling, please don't do that." Tom calls to your oldest child, hoisting Harper, your current youngest into his lap with her holding his fingers and climbing his chair. He focuses on the two year old, her hair falling down her back and her legs tangled up in her dress. He rubs her back once she snuggles into him, kissing her forehead.

Not long after your wedding, you were pregnant with Mia. The second Tom found out she was a girl, he couldn't drop the smile, convinced that the talk of having a girl first all throughout college was just divine intervention. Seeing your husband as a father that first time was unlike anything else. He couldn't put his baby girl down. You were his girl, and he followed you around like a lost puppy, but the second you gave birth to little Mia Faye, he was hooked. And the process continued with your first son three years later, Wyatt James was held in Mia's lap, who was always in Tom's lap. And then again with his second baby girl, Harper Monroe. And now here you are, pregnant with your final baby, another sweet boy who Tom talks to daily, first thing in the morning before he wakes your three older kiddos to bring to bed and see you and at night, right before you go to bed, wishing your little wiggly bean goodnight. He already has a name, Oliver Ethan, and you're excited to have a complete family, four kids to grow up together and travel with, something you and Tom have loved doing since being out of college.

Cole sighs as he sits beside Keaton who holds his and Phoebe's daughter, Emma's tiny purse, glancing up at his ex-roommate,

"'S the matter? Being the father of the birthday boy is tiring?" He teases. Cole rolls his eyes,

"Not only that, but when his papa decides it's time to spoil him and he wonders why mommy and daddy don't do the same, it can get interesting." Cole explains. You smile, rubbing the baby bump over your dress. Tom watches you,

"I'm just glad that he has a papa. You and dad have gotten along pretty well since he's moved out here." You tell him, reaching up to stroke through Tom's hair to soothe you both. Cole crosses his arms watching his daughter, Daisy, follow Scarlett around, Logan and Ashton, Ivey and Harrison's older boys by her side like they always are when the group is together,

"I guess so, yeah, it's been... weird. He avoids bringing up mom which makes it awkward but... he's a good enough grandfather. The kids like him and if Scarlett needs help and I'm not available, he's been there." He explains. You nod, leaning into Tom's side. Harper twirls your hair around her finger sleepily, Tom leaning in to kiss her pudgy cheek,

"Regardless, you guys are talking and actually acting like father and son. Now we have like an actual family again." He nods,

"Yeah..." Keaton yawns,

"And what about you Ke? Now that dad's back here and starting that branch of his company here and you're working for him again, how's it been?" He glances up as Phoebe slides into the chair beside him,

"Yeah, it's good. Back to better payment, being the assistant. It's pretty nice."

"And no such luck with the baby making?" You ask. He smiles, looking to Phoebe,

"We're getting there. It's been a hard process but... IVF has been going pretty well."

"I'm trying to calm the fuck down." Phoebe starts, dragging her fingers through her hair, "I know that going through all of this, the IVF'll fail and then I'll get pregnant naturally." She says with a roll of her eyes. Keaton smiles,

"The embryo we transfer next month is a girl. Our little Sophia so... hopefully. Fingers crossed." He says. You smile and nod,

"All our fingers are crossed." You tell them. Keaton smiles, glancing up as Wyatt runs up to you,

"Mommy..."

"Yes my love?" You ask of him as he leans in on your legs,

"Can I go with Mason to his room to see his toys?" He asks you. You brush his hair from his eyes,

"Did you ask Auntie Scarlett or Uncle Cole if you could?" You ask him. He glances around,

"Mason asked auntie."

"If she tells him yes, you can go with him but- hey, Wyatt... but if you go in his room, you need to be careful and don't do anything bad okay? Pick up after yourself like we tell you to do at home." You tell him. He nods before running off to find his cousin. Tom is smiling when you look to him again,

"What?" You ask. He shakes his head,

"You're just a really great mum is all." He mumbles, helping Harper slide from his lap again, "Where are you headed love?" He asks, but she ignores him and runs off towards the jumper. You giggle at the pout on his lips, glancing up when Ivey sighs behind you. Her and Harrison slide in between you and Keaton and Phoebe, the little green blanket she left with half an hour ago to quiet the crying cradled in her arms again,

"He okay?" You ask. She nods and rolls her eyes,

"He's had a little bit of colic so... he's just cranky but... he's fed and asleep. He should be good for a little while now. Logan and Ashton been good?"

"Yup, only pulled Daisy's pigtails once." You joke. She huffs,

"I believe you. Ashton, if you don't tend to him in time, pulls your hair to get up on your chair or whatever he wants. I swear... sometimes if Harrison doesn't collect them while I'm feeding or something, he's sleeping on the couch." Harrison snorts,

"Yeah, we've had to take up stock in ice cream to keep the boys away from mum." He murmurs. You giggle, watching Ivey roll her eyes before she reaches an arm out and rubs over your belly,

"How's this little one? You're about in your eighth month huh?" She poses. You nod, pressing a hand to the base of your belly,

"Yeah... he's doing good. He was super rambunctious last night. We were up all night last night watching him swim and kick. He's gonna be our biggest baby I think." You tell her. You carry a huge smile and taking a glance at Tom, you see he does too. He's so proud of this family you've created. He loves you and all three, almost four kids you have,

"And Rosie is back to being her protective little self with new little man?" Harrison asks. You nod,

"Soooooo much. She's normally with the kids but if I sit down, she's right in my lap, head laid over the bump." You tell him. He smiles,

"She's been pretty great eh?"

"Oh and her and Tessa get along so damn well when my parents bring Tess down." Tom pitches in. You smile,

"They've both been great. We were blessed in a lot of ways."

"That is so good. She's been such a great girl for you."

"She really has, and Y/N never had animals growing up so she's been a great little companion for Y/N's first time." Tom explains. Ivey nods, glancing up at you,

"And she's grown up with the kids technically." You pose. Ivey smiles,

"That Christmas card... so damn cute. You guys with the matching kids and Rose. I can't believe how tall Wyatt is getting. I bet he'll be taller than Tom before we know it." She winks as Tom rolls his eyes,

"Ha ha. Very funny." She smiles,

"You know I'm kidding. He's so cute though. All those freckles. He looks just like you Tommy."

"Well he's lucky then." Your husband murmurs, smiling when you swat at him. He leans over and kisses your cheek,

"He's hooked on his mumma though. Doesn't ask me for shit. Goes straight to her."

"Well you've got two baby girls that go to you. So... I'll keep him." You defend. Tom chuckles

"Who is that? Is that Auntie Y/N/N?" You glance up just in time to see a tan little boy move into your line of sight, giggling. You smile up at him,

"My little Hunter!" Gil chuckles as you take his little boy, laying him in your lap to tickle him. Tom laughs along as the little boy squeals and Gil leans in to kiss your cheek and then Ivey's,

"Bout time you showed."

"Mmm, Minah kept changing his outfit." He mumbles. You hug Hunter into you, smiling as Tom ruffles his hair,

"Why didn't she come?" Harrison asks. Gil rolls his eyes,

"Uhm, her mom's in town. But... I don't think she would've come anyways." He tells him. Ivey cocks her head sympathetically,

"Still having problems?"

"Yes, and she wants another baby like that'll magically save our relationship." He remarks. You smile up at him,

"Well I dunno about you but I think this little one is great." You tease, tickling Hunter again. Gil's smile returns when Hunter giggles,

"He's the only thing that keeps me sane." He tells you. Tom nods,

"That's how it works." Reaching out again, Tom brushes long strands of hair from Hunter's eyes,

"I think Wyatt and Mason went to Mason's room. You wanna go see?" You ask him. He nods, squirming from your arms and running off. Scarlett catches him in the doorway, standing on her toes and pressing a hand to his head. She smiles before walking to the table you all sit at,

"Are we having fun? I see there's only one kiddo here right now. Hi sweet boy."

"He's not so sweet right now." Ivey mumbles as Scarlett leans over her shoulder and coos into the blanket in her lap. Surprisingly, the little one smiles a toothless smile up at his aunt, the smile growing wider when she reaches down and pokes his nose,

"Not feelin good baby?" Ivey shakes her head,

"Colic still."

"The gripe water didn't work?" Scarlett asks,

"Very briefly." Ivey confirms. Scarlett clicks her tongue,

"Damn. Poor thing." Ivey nods, rocking the bundle. When both girls look up, they find you smiling at them. Ivey giggles,

"What?" You shake your head, blinking tears away,

"Nothing... just wondering how we got here. What happened to the girls I was introduced to eleven or so years ago? We were so young and carefree and look at us now. We're all moms. We're all wives and killing it all." Tom hums, reaching out to brush the stray tear that falls away. Ivey clicks her tongue, blinking rapidly,

"Oh babes. You pregnant and me coming down from postpartum doesn't help this shit." She moves in, laying her head over your shoulder. Scarlett whines before she's brushing Tom aside and wrapping her arms around you and Ivey. Phoebe's heeled boots click as she rushes in to join the group hug, Owen, in Ivey's arms cooing up at her too. She smiles,

"I know I was quite the party girl but... these little ones are the best things we could ever do. Ten... almost eleven, twelve when I get a clear head, these are our greatest accomplishments." She tells the three of you. You nod, pressing her hand over your belly,

"Definitely." Your baby boy kicks out against her hand in agreement, making the four of you giggle. Tom smiles too, watching you and the girls hug before you part and you take his hand, squeezing and pressing it to your belly. He hums as he rubs the bump,

"He's gonna be a rambunctious little thing. Reckon we'll be exhausted after chasing just him around." He says, scooting closer to you. You smile, reaching up to drape your arm over the back of his chair, trailing up his back,

"Well you're the one that had the years of experience of chasing girls around so I think you're suited for the job daddy." His smile widens,

"Please never mention that in front of the kids. I don't need my little girls knowing and my little boys thinking it's okay that their dad was a womanizer in this very gender equalizing, accepting time." He murmurs. Leaning into him, you kiss his cheek,

"I promise not to."

"Thank you." Scarlett, who had previously walked away, starts back towards you, wide smile on her face,

"I have another tiny slice of cake. I know you and baby boy want it Y/N." You gasp, holding your hands out,

"Oh my God yes, you're a lifesaver!" You squeal. Tom watches, chuckling softly as you snatch the thin slice of chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream frosting from your sister-in-law. You offer some to him, but he shakes his head. He glances up at the bouncy house, clearing his throat after a moment,

"Uh oh. The sugar monster's coming. You made a grave mistake accepting cake behind her back like that." You glance up, watching Harper trot towards you, climbing back into her father's lap. He holds her steady moving his legs closer to you to allow her to chomp the piece of cake from your fork. He tucks hair behind her ear,

"That's good huh lovey? You are never getting to bed tonight little one." You giggle, watching a sparkle flash through Harper's vibrant brown eyes,

"But with her daddy's puppy dog eyes, no one can resist her." You reason. He nods and leans in to kiss her cheek,

"Well that's for sure." He murmurs. Once you've finished the cake, Tom holds Harper close, the little one allowing her daddy to love on her. He glances at you and raises an eyebrow and you know exactly what he's asking. The second she saw the cookies upon entrance, it's all she was stuck on for a while. She's such a daddy's girl because he spoils her and you just know he's asking if he can give her a cookie because she's been so good with no tantrums. You chew the inside of your lip,

"Just one."

"That's all I'm asking for anyways." He confirms. You nod,

"Fine then. Nothing more though." He nods, pulling her from his shoulder,

"Harp, I have a surprise for you, you wanna know what it is?" He asks her. She nods, standing on his thighs, holding onto his hands. He smiles, "You want a cookie? I know you wanted one earlier." Her eyes light up and she nods, bouncing on his legs gently. He chuckles,

"Alright sweet girl, let's get you one then, yeah?" She nods again, clinging to him as he stands and your heart flutters. To believe that the same man that fought you on a relationship and constantly pushed you away, is now holding your two year old daughter to his hip at a kid's birthday party is beyond imagination, and it is the most beautiful thing ever.

---

You smile as Tom grabs your wrist, pulling you flush to his body,

"I know you're exhausted love, and I'll go get you some ice cream after the kids are in bed but... I missed seeing you with all of our friends. You looked stunning all glowing and pregnant out there." He tells you, pressing a hand to your belly. You smile, reaching up to stroke his cheek,

"You're the sweetest." His smile widens before he leans down to kiss you,

"I've spent a long ass time loving you and it's not going anywhere anytime soon. Especially when you're pregnant with my baby. You and those three... almost four in there, I'd kill for." He reminds you. You sigh,

"I really lucked out in the husband department then huh?" You ask. He chuckles softly,

"Guess so, yeah." Popping open the passenger side door, Tom waits until you climb inside to close you in. He climbs in beside you quickly, turning the car on before Mia speaks up,

"Daddy?"

"Yes love?" He asks, turning in his seat to face her,

"Can we listen to Frozen?"

"No," Wyatt speaks up, "put on Cars."

"How about we meet in the middle and settle for some Brother Bear or... Lion King?" Tom poses, settling the argument your kids'll inevitably have. And it works. Tom finds the soundtrack for Brother Bear in his phone, quickly shuffling it and stuffing the device in the cup holder. His Spotify has slowly become Disney movie playlists since he's become a dad and he loves every second of it. Harper swings her feet, staring out her window as she hums along to a song, Tom watching her in the rear view mirror with a smile plastered on his lips. You reach up and stroke over the back of his neck, leaning over to kiss his cheek,

"You are so perfect Tom Holland." You tell him. He draws his eyes off the road for just a moment to look at you,

"Well that makes two of us Y/N Holland." He says, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. Squeezing his fingers in yours, you sigh and twist in your seat to look at your babies.

Wyatt resembles his daddy the most. He has the same signature curls and eyes and you can already see he's starting to inherit the same nose Sam has and those Holland freckles have emerged. He's definitely a little mama's boy and with the way the girls favor Tom, you hope Oliver will follow in his big brother's footsteps. Mia has Tom's eyes too, but her features resemble you a little bit more. She has your hair type and color, and your nose and eye shape. Tom loves that about her. Harper has more of your features as well, but she's a near perfect combination of the both of you, a gorgeous little girl that Tom coddles the most because she'll let him. He's been in love with all of your babies since the day they were conceived, the most amazing father and husband, getting up at ungodly hours to let you sleep in and him take care of the kids. He's always been an early riser because of golf and now, being a dad, he has the skill to master it like he was never sure he'd be able to. His true calling in life, the cure for his anxiety, has been you and his babies.

Dragging his hand back up to your lips, you kiss it,

"I love you so much Tom Holland." You whisper. He smiles, taking his eyes off the road for just a second to look at you,

"And I love you. More than you'll ever know." He replies, dragging your hand up to kiss it. Tears spring into your eyes again as you stare into his eyes and recognize that boy you met nearly eleven years ago, the one that only wanted to be with you sexually and wanted to avoid you emotionally. You recognize the boy that tore apart your relationship again and again, but always chose to get better for you. And now he's the most perfect husband and father. And that's all that matters to you.

Yes, you were nervous moving to Seattle, starting new, but your friends, Tom, they've made it easier to live. They've changed your life for the better. They’ve given you immense amounts of love and Tom, himself, has given you a love like no other that created four beautiful babies. And you wouldn't change a thing. Moving from Beverly Hills to Seattle, has proved worth it.

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smellsfaintlyofvanilla · 3 years

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hi may i request a mikasa x gn reader soulmates au? maybe the tattoo/marks trope or the visions/dreams trope up to you :) thank you in advance!

Finally some Mikasa, I love her sm

Also, I wasn't super sure what specific tropes you were talking about, so I just kinda took an idea and ran with it, hope you don't mind.

Anyway, this POV follows Mikasa, which is different from what I usually do, a POV of the reader instead lol

Rosebud

(Mikasa Ackerman x Reader)

AU: Canon, soulmates AU (You have a unique tattoo that only you and your soulmate have)

Warnings: None

Category: Fluff

Summary: Mikasa was doubtful of soulmates, but an unexplainable force draws her to her soulmate one day, and Mikasa has no choice but to confront it.

Words: 2.7K

Mikasa never really believed in soulmates.

She thought the idea that everyone had a destined, unchangeable partner was ridiculous. The perfect person just "appearing" whenever the universe decided she needed them wasn't something she understood at all.

And yet, the evidence of her having one was splayed gorgeously across her back. Stretching from shoulder to shoulder, a large, beautiful tattoo was inked on her back. Feathered wings, outstretched and reaching towards nothing, and around them; roses. Red roses and thorned vines wrapping around the wings and budding up at the top, exposing a single rose bud on the nape of her neck. Though, it remained hidden behind the crimson red scarf she adorned.

She had kept it hidden constantly, lest her soulmate notice it and complicate things. For all she cared, she would keep it hidden forever, and her soulmate would be none the wiser.

She stared into her reflection in the mirror, collecting a small amount of water in her cupped palms and splashing it in her face, making sure her body was wide awake for morning training.

She turned around, staring at the tattoo with an indecipherable expression. She was still topless, not having finished dressing yet, giving her the opportunity to observe the art. Whether she believed in soulmates or not, she couldn't deny the absolute beauty of it.

Hesitantly, she slid on her bra and shirt, wrapping her scarf around her neck just enough to cover the rose. It could stay hidden a little longer.

Time came for morning training, and she suited up in her ODM gear. Today was race day; something that came once a week, where, in the morning, they would race through the forest with their gear, and the first to take a flag from Shadis on the other side was declared winner, and got double rations for the week.

Armin geared up next to her, his sleeves riding up his arms, revealing the tattoo on the inside of his forearm—a golden compass, opened and facing North. The glass covering the needle was adorned with small droplets of water, and foam, presumably from some body of saltwater, surrounded the accessory.

She looked away, choosing to ignore the way it made her heart twinge. Sometimes, rarely, she would indulge in the idea of having a soulmate. She hoped that, say it be true, her soulmate would truly understand her and care for her, and, most importantly, love her, something she unfortunately didn't experience a lot of in her childhood.

A shrill whistle startled her out of her thoughts—the first whistle. It signified 30 seconds until the start of the race, where he would blow it three times in short succession to start the chaos.

She lined up on the white line, drawn in the dirt with chalk, and stretched her arms over her head, releasing the tension in her body before the race started.

Finally, after a tense silence between the soldiers, the whistle blew, and all the Cadets instantly took off, whirring and spinning into the darkness of the forest.

Mikasa shot off, easily finding her place in the top three. Reiner was to her left, and, despite his large build, he managed to carry himself effortlessly, flying through the air like an eagle. And, to her right, the three week reigning champion—you.

Your hair blew behind your face as you pierced through the air, dodging the thick tree trunks and jutting branches as you flew towards the goal.

You turned your head, eyes meeting hers with a competitive smirk, wordlessly challenging her, temping her, even.

Mikasa perfected her form, leveling her body and shooting the hooks of her gear into just the right places to give her the highest momentum. She easily slipped past you, eyes set straight forward towards the goal as she stole the first place spot.

You swore under your breath, immediately thinking of how you were going to pull ahead of Mikasa during the home stretch.

You aimed your ODM gear at a tree in the distance, seeing if you could use the momentum to slingshot yourself forwards and towards the goal.

But, as soon as the hook buried itself into the wood, the wire twisted and stretched, clearly going on beyond it's limits. Still, you decided that would be a problem for the next gear inspection. For now, you could stand to damage your gear a little bit to pull ahead of Mikasa.

Mikasa watched, jaw slightly agape, as you sped in front of her, easily gaining a ten meter lead on her. Her daze lasted only a slight moment, as a loud screeching noise drew her attention away from your sudden lead.

She searched around for a moment for the source of the sound, until she located it right in your direction. Her eyes widened in realization—your ODM wire was strained, and started the fray as it twisted and stretched.

You seemed to notice your peril shortly after, but there was nothing you could do at that point. The last metal strand of the wire strand snapped, and it gave out instantly, still dug into the tree.

Panic immediately shot up your spine, bracing yourself for impact as your previous momentum shot your face first towards the forest floor.

Mikasa's eyes wandered involuntarily towards your stranded form, watching in horror as you collided with the dirt, kicking up a cloud of dust laying limply in the shrubbery.

Part of her just wanted to finish the race—since she was now in first—and claim her rations. But, a sudden, external force drew her to you, her body moving on its own as she rushed to your side.

Soldiers flew past her overhead, the buzzing and whirring in her ears making it difficult to tell just how fast her heart was beating all of the sudden.

She dug through the grass and shrubs for a moment, searching your limp figure. Once she found you, she pulled you up and out of the dirt. You were awake, but somewhat lethargic, staring up at her with droopy eyes. Blood trickled down your forehead and over your cheeks, dripping from your chin.

"Shit, Y/n...!" She cursed under her breath, scanning your body for any other injuries, letting out a heavy sigh of relief once she realized there were none.

"Are you alright? Does your head hurt? Can you walk?" She bombarded you with questions, pulling your body into her lap. She had no idea why she was so concerned with you all of the sudden, but the urge to make sure you were okay was absolutely overpowering.

"I..." You raised your hand the gash in your head, pulling it away and gazing at the blood coating your fingers. "...could be better, but I think I'm alright." You sighed, resting an arm over your chest out of exhaustion. "Hurts like a bitch, though."

Mikasa sighed, brushing the loose strand of hair from your face.

"Mmm..." She hummed, rubbing her temple as the roots of a headache started to form in her head. Terrible timing, though it was inevitable considering the sudden stress this situation brought her. "Still, I should bring you back. You don't look so great right now."

You sighed, nodded your head slowly, the pain of your fall seeping its way into your aching body as the adrenaline started to wear off.

You stood up, slowly starting to walk back to the barracks, but found your legs suddenly unable to support your body weight as you stumbled and collapsed forward. Luckily, Mikasa dashed to your side, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and the other over your stomach to support you and prevent your fall.

"Hang on." She muttered, moving in front of your to slink her arm underneath you, picking you up and slowly carrying you towards the barracks.

You immediately buried your nose in the crook of her neck, the head injury clearly clouding any sense of shame momentarily. You inhaled her subtle, yet sweet aroma, slowly dozing off in her warm embrace.

It took Mikasa a good few minutes to realize you had fallen asleep, once she had asked you a question for the third time and didn't get a response. Once she realized, though, she just moved the arm that wasn't supporting you up to your head, keeping your head in its place. For some odd reason, she found comfort in its being there.

Small twigs snapping and grass rustling, plus your soft snoring, were the only audible noises at this point, the other soldiers far too far away to hear. Even if the two of you were close enough, even the person in last place should've crossed by now. She paused to wonder if Shadis would mind both of your absences, but dismissed the thought. At least somebody had to have seen you fall.

She sighed, gazing up at the sky.

"What am I doing right now?" She wondered aloud, now that there was no one to listen. "Why am I helping you?" Her slender hand brushed through your hair, trying to make you as comfortable as possible while you slept.

She had no clue, honestly. She had always been a close friend to you, but to go to such lengths to comfort you, she wasn't sure why. And she wasn't sure, either, why your gentle breathing against her was so calming to her. Really, she had no reason to be feeling this way.

Her feet slowed to a stop in front of the main building of the Trainee Regiment. Slowly, she pushed the door open and walked down the corridor towards the nursing room.

Gently, she set you down on the bench, stirring you awake as you opened your eyes, scanning the new environment with confusion.

"Where are w-"

"The medical office." She cuts you off without thinking, rummaging through the nearby cabinet for bandages, or something to wrap your head in.

Finding the small, white roll tucked away in the back, she turns back to you, unraveling some of the bandages and slowly wrapping them around your head.

"It really isn't that bad, Mikasa." You stated, yet made no effort to stop her.

"Liar. You passed out on the way here." She deadpanned, finally finishing the bandages. Grabbing a small cloth and running it under the sink, she dabbed it across your face, cleaning off the dried blood.

"I didn't pass out." You huffed out, stubbornly.

"You were asleep almost the whole walk."

"Just a power nap." You concluded, making her giggle.

"Whatever you say, just... be more careful. You probably already have a concussion, we don't need more than one TBI per month." She joked, smiling bashfully as you laughed at her quip. Mikasa wasn't a jokester by any means, so to see her so comfortable around you was a shock.

Mikasa pulled the cloth away from your face, examining for any missed spots. She almost put the rag away, satisfied with her work, until she saw a little dash of red across your nape.

"Turn around. You have blood on your neck." She whispered, and you obeyed silently, turning around.

She outstretched her hand, preparing to wipe the crimson off your neck, until she noticed. That's not blood at all.

It was a rosebud.

She blinked once, twice, making sure it wasn't just her imagination. It was identical to the one she had of the back of her nape as well—she knew it far too well, she saw it every other morning.

Without thinking, she grabbed the head hole of your shirt, pulling the cloth down to your mid-back to get a closer look.

"Ack—! Mikasa what are-" You sputtered, confused by her sudden forcefulness, contrasting her previous gentle behavior.

She paid no mind to your protests though, gazing in amazement and bewilderment. It was the exact same as the one she had, a perfect replica.

Clearly, she had never thought to take in the beauty of it until now. Now that it was inked into your back and not hers, she could see just how marvelous of a drawing it is.

"Y/n..." She exhaled, so quiet that she was surprised the sound even passed her lips coherently.

"Mikasa, what's gotten into you?" You inquire, turning around to face her, pulling your shirt back up over your shoulders in the meantime.

The second your eyes meet hers, she throws herself around you, wrapping her arms so tight around your chest that you swore you couldn't breathe.

Tears threatened to prick at her eyes. No matter how much she didn't believe in it, the stories were true. The stories of how you'd feel when you first connect with your soulmate. And, guessing by the way your breathing faltered and your mouth hung agape, you could feel it too.

She pulled away, leaving you confused, but also a little colder without her body pressed so close to yours.

With no explanation, she raised her arms and slid her shirt over her head, causing you to flush bright red and start to panic.

"Mikasa, seriously, what the hell is going on-"

"Look." She turned around, and the winged tattoo was on full display. It matched yours completely.

"Mikasa, I..." You tried to think of something to say, but no words fell out. You didn't expect to meet your soulmate, not this early, not her.

She didn't know what to do, either. She never expected to meet her soulmate, and not in a place like the Cadet Corps. Though, she couldn't deny that she felt attracted to you, not just emotionally, but almost spiritually, like something unknown tethered the two of you together.

Slowly, she brought you into a more gentle embrace, slinking down in your lap and wrapping her arms around your neck, leaning into the crook of your shoulder. You instantly wrapped your arms around her in return, and you swore you had never felt more at home than in this moment.

Her hand moved to your back, skimming it back and forth over the spot where your tattoo laid—she knew it was there, even if she couldn't see it.

The two of you stayed there in comfortable silence for what felt like eternity, being so close to someone as important as a soulmate brought immeasurable relief and tranquility to the both of you. The dull throbbing in your head died down at the sensation of the warm, comfortable woman tucked in your arms.

But, the moment was cut off by the distant shouting and clamoring of soldiers, signifying their return from the race.

"We should get up." You muttered, not wanting your intimate moment ruined by sudden company.

Mikasa sighed, reluctantly shuffling out of your lap and onto her feet. "What about Shadis?" She inquired, sliding her shirt back over her head.

"I'll just say it's about the head wound, and that you're staying behind to help me." You smile, dusting more of the dried dirt off your uniform. "He'll understand."

"I doubt that." She sighed bluntly, stretching her stiff limbs over her head. "But still, I wouldn't mind spending a little time off with you." She admitted, grabbing the cloth of her scarf and covering her mouth in an attempt to mask her flushed face.

"Good." You push through the door to the medical office, making your way to your dorm room—which, by coincidence, you shared with Mikasa.

You plopped down on the cozy linen sheets, stretching your body out before yawning, patting the space next to you and inviting Mikasa over. She took the offer silently, placing herself on the mattress, sitting up and facing the wall away from you.

"You know, when I said to watch over me, that was only an excuse for Shadis." You muttered, wrapping your arms around her waist in an attempt to pull her down to cuddle. "I just wanted to snuggle a little bit."

She sighed. Not moving from her position, upright and facing the wall. "I know, I know soulmates should do romantic things like this, I'm just... very new to this." She muttered, embarrassed.

"That's fine." You yawn, arms retreating from her waist as you bury your face in a pillow, sleep already taking hold. "We have plenty of time."

She nodded wordlessly, even you were unable to see—sleep had already taken hold of you.

"That's okay," She turned around, stroking your hair and brushing a few loose strands away from your face. "I think I love you already."

Bleh, I'll proofread this in the morning.

Edit: I did not proofread this in the morning.

#aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x reader

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oligbia · 3 years

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Manly

Pro-Hero! Kirishima EjirioXReader SFW, Fluff

Dating Pro-Hero Red Riot was unlike any relationship you could have ever seen yourself in. He was strong, sweet, and strikingly handsome. He worked long hours and odd shifts, just starting out as a full-time hero, but was always able to care after you and spend time with you. He was still the lover-boy you had met at UA only a handful of years before, his build only slightly larger and his hair a bit longer. It was still the same striking red color, but was much longer, reaching slightly past his broad shoulders. It was quite the mane, but it was one hell of a look in a bun- the under shave making him look absolutely delectable. His spirit for being a hero was still the same as it was all those years ago when you both met, he was the same sweet boy he’d always been, growing up into a pretty manly man.

And all manly men have no reason to be insecure in their masculinity, of course.

You sat on his lap, legs to the sides of him. His hand rested softly on your thigh, unmoving. You painted careful strokes of black nail polish on his fingers, focused in on the task at hand- his hands. Kirishima watched as you painted his nails, eyes flickering from your face to your delicate hands against his much larger ones. The way your tongue ever so slightly poked out from between your lips in concentration was adorable to him. He loved the way your gentle fingers would wrap around his larger ones, holding them still as you painted soft coats of black to them. It was a routine for him, every weekend you painted two coats of “raven black” to his thumbs, pointer fingers, middle fingers, and ring fingers, and right pinkie, adding a shade of clear protectant so potent it made his eyes water a little. You repeated the process on your own fingers, adding the same number of coats. On his left pinkie finger, you added a coat of “velvet rouge,” a striking red color. You added the same color onto your right pinkie. It was a reminder of the promise he made you before every shift, even if you couldn't hear him in your sleep. He always linked your pinky to his, repeating the same affirmation: “I’ll be careful, I’ll stay safe, and I’ll always love you with my whole heart.”

You screwed the jar of nail polish shut, blowing gently on his fingers. A shiver travels through his body, giving him goosebumps. You gently lift his hand, placing a soft kiss to his knuckles. Everything was soft and gentle with you two, well, almost everything.

His eyes moved to meet yours as he smiled a large, toothy grin. “You did a beautiful job, babes!” He wrapped a strong arm around you, tugging you closer to him. He pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, before settling on your lips. Kisses like these, the gentle ones in moments of sweet domestic bliss, were always soft. He never pressed too far, wanting the moment to be peaceful. His lips always tasted like cherries, his Chapstick of preference.

He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to appreciate your being, the way your body was flush against his, your hands resting calmly on his shoulders. He felt completely whole in your presence, like he was a puzzle, and you were the last piece needed to complete the best work of art.

He spoke softly, in a hushed whisper. “Can we try something new with my hero costume today?”

You nodded softly, moving your forehead from his, wanting to look him in the eyes.

“Bakugou, he won't admit it, but he’s been wearing like- the black thing around his eyes.”

You watch him puzzled, not sure what he’s getting at.

“You know… the stuff you put around your eye? It’s black...you sometimes make a really pretty wing with it if we go out-”

You giggle lightly, “Eyeliner, Eijiro. It’s called eyeliner.”

A pink hue of embarrassment flushes over his cheeks as he pouts, avoiding your gaze. “Yea, that.”

You crawl off his lap and go to the bathroom, returning with two kinds of eyeliner and a bottle of mascara. When you return, you take your place on his lap again, holding his face with one hand. “You need to close your eyes for me, alright?”

He obeys, closing his eyes gently. You take the liquid eyeliner out, tracing his upper-lash line. You come to the corner, giving it a slight wing out, one you only notice up close. You hold his face steady with your free hand. “Open your eyes again.”

He opens his eyes, meeting yours. “This may sting a bit, alright?”

He nods, keeping his eyes focused on your face. You trace his lower lash line with a stick liner, smudging it under his eye, giving him a darker look. You figured it made him look tough and mysterious and would match nicely under the mask he wore with his costume. You repeated the process for the other eye, Kirishima following your instructions easily.

You put the eyeliners to the side, preparing to do his mascara. “This part is gunna feel weird, okay? Just bare with me.”

He watches as you pull out the applicator, confused. “What is that?”

“Mascara. It makes your eyelashes pretty.”

He scoffed at you, pretending to be offended. “Babes, are my eyelashes not good enough for you? Are they not manly enough?”

You giggled, placing a soft kiss to his nose. “Your eyelashes are more than manly enough, this just makes them even better. Now hold still…”

You held his face still, using the other hand to gently move the brush across his lashes. He blinked gently at the contact, unsure of what was happening. You did the same to his other eye, his eyes having the same reaction. You smiled softly at him, pulling away from his face. You crawled off his lap, tugging his hand as you got up. “Come look at yourself!” He got up from the bed, following you to the bathroom.

You stood in the mirror, Kirishima behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on top of yours. He leaned you both in closer, your body pressed against the counter gently. He inspected his eyes in the mirror, a look of adoration and pride melting over his features.

“Do you like it?”

He smiled widely before quickly lifting you up and sitting you on the counter. He pressed another one of those cherry-flavored kisses to your lips, this one much faster but just as sweet. When he pulled away, he smiled down at you, cupping your face in his hands. “I love it! I look so manly!” He kissed over all your face, starting at your hairline, falling to your forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, jaw, and landing a quick peck to your lips.

“You are the best thing to ever happen to me, never forget that.”

#my hero academia x reader #kirishima x reader #mha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro fluff

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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years

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The Prince and The Pornstars

Chapter Three

Okay guys! This is a super special chapter because we’re featuring the amazing art by my S.A anon. This is the costume Leo wears in this chapter and I’ve said it a million times but oh my god, this art absolutely blows me away.

Characters by @lumosinlove

Leo

“Hey um, Leo? You’re Leo right?”

Leo looked up to see the cute new fluffer standing in the open doorway of his dressing room. “Yeah,” He said, standing and offering his hand, “That’s me.”

Finn smiled and shook his hand. “Celeste sent me - I have your costume for today.”

Leo took the hanger from him, eyeing the leather skirt and very few accessories. “Huh, I don’t see why they’re bothering to give me clothes at all.” He joked with a wink and delighted in the way Finn flushed. Logan had been right - this boy was very innocent.

“I’m also supposed to ask that you be in the makeup department in twenty minutes.”

Leo smiled, a little charmed by how nervous Finn was. “Cool thank you! Do you mind waiting for a minute? I nearly always have a costume I can’t tie up myself and then I end up stranded.” He chuckled, remembering the intricate ties on a costume he had two months ago and having to slip into Logan’s room to have him tie it up.

Finn nodded and shut the door, standing awkwardly. Leo raised an eyebrow. “You can sit down, you know.”

“Oh right, thank you. Um, do you want me to look away.”

Leo laughed again. “Finn sweetheart, you’re working as my fluffer today, I think I’m okay with you seeing my dick.” He paused, smiling to himself as he pulled off his shirt. “Thanks for asking though, that was nice.”

Finn nodded, fiddling with the lace of Leo’s shoes which were still in his hands. “So how does one become a pornstar?” He blurted, then flushed an even deeper red. “Sorry, I don’t know if that’s like something I’m meant to ask or not? I was just curious because like obviously pornstars exist but you generally don’t just bump into one on the street so like… how did you end up here?”

Leo glanced up at him as he pulled on the black fishnets. “A guy I used to date actually. Well he used to do adult movies and I was his date to a work event and I met some agents and well,” He shrugged, “Here I am.”

“Oh.” Finn said. “So you do just bump into them on the street.”

Leo laughed, surprising himself. “Yeah, I suppose you do.” He wiggled into the leather skirt, noting the way Finn looked anywhere in the room except at him. “So how does one become a fluffer?”

It was Finn’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “Apparently you need to be a fluffer here before they let you, you know, actually do any makeup. They really did not prep me for this in school.”

“Well I mean, we have plenty of school boy outfits lying around, so if you want to pop one on I’m sure we can re-educate you.” Leo teased and was pleased to see a real smile appear on Finn’s face. Leo took the shoes from Finn, realising that this costume had needed no assistance.

“Oops, sorry.” Leo said, “I suppose I could manage this one after all.”

Finn watched him lace up the heeled, holographic boots. “That’s alright, it was fun talking to you.”

Leo smiled again, then held his hands out to Finn. “Okay help me up please cause oh my god these are so high.” Finn stood up and took Leo’s hands, carefully pulling the blond boy to his feet. In the heels, Leo towered over Finn. Leo stumbled a little and steadied himself with his palm on Finn’s chest.

“Oh sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve worn heels this high wow.”

Finn laughed a little, seeming more relaxed now that he wasn’t the only one falling around like an idiot. “You’re okay.” He told Leo, moving his hand away from Leo’s waist where he had caught him and Leo felt a strange sense of loss at the movement. “I haven’t been able to get out two sentences here yet without blushing, so really, I think you’re winning.”

Leo chuckled with him as they both left the room to head down to the makeup department. Anywhere else and Leo would have been acutely aware that he was shirtless and wearing a dog collar but here it was nothing. There were people who worked on all different levels so you saw a nice mix of people in full suits right down to Leo in next to nothing.

“So do you like working here?” Leo found himself asking, knowing their world must seem so strange to an outsider. Leo remembered the feeling but it was dulled a little now that he was so accustomed to it.

Finn shrugged. “Am I allowed to like it? I never know what to say I mean like if I say I like my job it insinuates that I like jacking guys off which might make me seem a little creepy.”

Leo laughed properly at that as they turned the corner and he was just looking over to Finn when Leo collided with someone.

“I’m so sor- Oh hey Lo.”

Logan, still in his jeans and jumper peered up at him. “As if you weren’t tall enough already Nutty.”

Leo rolled his eyes, stooping a bit to press a quick kiss to Logan’s lips. “Fuck off Tremblay, you know you love it.”

Logan just snorted as he pulled away. “Hey Red.” He paused, staring at Finn’s Finding Nemo t-shirt. “Or maybe I should call ‘Fish’ from now on.”

Finn wrinkled his nose. “Please don’t.”

Leo groaned, tilting his head back as Logan’s eyes lit up. “You’ve done it now Finn,” Leo said “He might not call you anything else for the rest of your life.”

“I could call him ‘poisson’.” Logan interjected.

“Baby do not call him poisson.”

“Mon poisson rouge.”

Leo sighed and looked at Finn apologetically. “He’s gonna call you a red fish forever now.”

Finn ran his fingers through his hair self consciously even as he smiled. “I suppose there are worse things to be called?”

“Ha!” Logan cried victorious. He kissed Finn on the cheek and then Leo on the lips. “He agrees with me. Mon poisson rouge it is.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now go away cause we need to get to makeup and you’re making us late.”

“Just tell Celeste you were with me. She loves me.” Logan boasted, walking backwards away from them.

“Oi, she loves me too!” Leo argued.

“Both of you are dumb. Obviously we blame me. Celeste may not love me yet but I’m new and people are always nicer when you’re new.”

Logan and Leo stopped and looked at Finn.

“Damn poisson.” Logan muttered. “You’re good. We might just have to keep you around.”

Leo loved getting his makeup done. Sure, taking it off was a bitch, but he loved the feeling of the brushes and products decorating his face, it was soothing.

“So, you and Logan are together?”

Leo went to open his eyes but Celeste tutted disapprovingly so he kept them closed. “Yeah, yeah we are.”

“Oh, cool, that’s cool.”

Leo dared a peek at Finn while Celeste rustled around in her makeup bag sensing there was something the redhead wasn’t saying. “You can ask questions you know.”

Leo’s eyes were closed again, but he knew Finn was blushing. “Is it not weird working together?”

Leo hummed thoughtfully, he and Logan got asked this a lot as soon as people found out what they did for a living. “Like in a jealous way? Because no. I love him and he loves me and we’re both secure enough in our relationship to trust that. I mean what we do here is just a job, it’s hard for a lot of people to understand because our society indoctrinates us to believe people in a relationship belong to one another and while he’s mine and I’m his, we’re also our own.” Leo paused, laughing a little self consciously. “If that makes any sense.”

Celeste moved on to Leo’s lips, so he opened his eyes to see Finn nodding along. “I get that. I think I meant more like - doing scenes together? Is that not weird?”

Leo blinked, pleasantly surprised that Finn didn’t assume that he and Logan were some possessive primal creatures. “Oh, no, we don’t do scenes together.”

Celeste hushed him for a moment as she lined his lips. Finn watched what she was doing carefully and Leo was painfully aware that Finn was now staring at his lips.

Celeste moved on, dusting his collarbones with glitter and Leo started talking again. “Me and Lo, it’s for us. It’s not something anyone else gets to see.”

Celeste met his eyes and smiled knowingly. Finn just nodded, lips parted a little. Leo felt something he couldn’t fully explain twist in his heart and somewhere in the back of his mind there was this acute feeling he had never had before. There’s something missing.

“Alright boys, off you go.” Celeste said, running her eyes over her handiwork appreciatively. “You’re due on set in five.”

Finn and Leo strolled side by side down to the set they were using today. This time, it was a room that had been created to look almost exactly like the red room in 50 Shades of Grey. Kasey, Leo’s partner for the day was already there, laughing with Dumo their director.

Pascal grinned when he saw them walk in. “Leo! And who is this?”

Leo grinned and threw his arm casually over Finn’s shoulder. “This is our new fluffer, surely Celeste told you about him.”

Pascal’s eyes lit up in recognition. “Ah yes of course, Finn oui? Welcome!”

“Dumo is Celeste’s husband.” Leo muttered as everyone started getting set up. He took his place in a throne-like chair in the middle of the room just as Dumo called two minutes to start.

Leo looked up at Finn and swallowed. “So um, I kind of need you to uh…”

“Get you started?” Finn finished with a smirk and finally, he wasn’t the one blushing. Leo bit his lip and nodded.

“Yeah, if that’s okay?”

“Of course it’s okay. So um, what do you want me to do?”

“Just-” Leo reached out and took Finn’s hand, guiding it under the skirt. “Just like this.”

Finn took initiative this time and took Leo’s cock in his hand, trying to control his face as he realised the sheer size of the boy in front of him. Leo’s cock filled quickly as he stroked him, and Leo noticed Finn watching carefully to see what worked best. When he was fully hard, Finn paused.

“Is this okay or should I keep going?”

Leo blinked, coming out of the little haze Finn put him in. “No, no that’s fine, thank you.”

Finn smiled and moved away as Kasey walked up, already naked.

“Okay is everyone ready?” Dumo called, watching everyone nod their assent. “Yes? Okay good, and action!”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to sit there.” Kasey growled, walking over and tipping Leo’s chin up with a single finger.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I’m such a naughty boy.” Leo blinked innocently. “Maybe you should punish me.”

Kasey pulled Leo out of the chair, sat down himself and then tugged Leo on top of him in one smooth movement. Leo had known it was coming but it was still a little dizzying.

“Look at you all dressed up for Daddy.” Kasey purred, rubbing his hands up Leo’s thighs and cupping his bare ass. “I think I know the perfect punishment.”

“Okay freeze!” Dumo yelled and Kasey and Leo stayed exactly where they were as the camera’s paused. Leo saw Dumo go to Finn out of the corner of his eye and then Finn was walking up to Leo.

“Hey Leo? I’m going to prep you now if that’s okay?”

Leo laughed at the absurdity of the situation. This was totally normal for him, but the strangeness of the whole thing wasn't lost on him.

“Yeah Finn, go ahead.”

Kasey grinned up at Leo. “Why do we always have to do the Daddy scenes?”

Leo groaned as he heard Finn popping the cap of the lube. “I know right! It’s always so weird for me cause like damn I haven’t got daddy issues.”

“Okay Leo, I’m gonna start now.” Finn said and Leo nodded, then gasped as Finn pressed a finger inside him. Leo dropped his head on Kasey’s shoulder and tried so hard not to react even though every cell in his body screamed for more.

For a guy who was new to this, Finn really seemed to know what he was doing. After he had slotted three fingers in comfortably, Leo nodded and Finn was handed a cloth to wipe his hand off before he moved away to go wash up.

When everyone was back in position, Dumo called action again.

“I think I know the perfect punishment.” Kasey repeated and then he pulled Leo down right onto his cock.

Leo gasped in shock, acting as if he had no idea what had been coming. He rode Kasey for a while, and they changed positions a couple of times until they were done. He went straight to the shower, letting the warm water wash over him for a minute and his mind slipped to Finn. Then to Logan. Then to Finn.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the way Finn’s fingers felt inside him. Somehow it made Leo think of Logan. Their technique was in no way similar and Leo had no idea what it was, all he knew is he wanted Logan to feel it too. Or to feel them both. Was that crazy?

He got dressed quickly, towel drying his hair. He had taken off most of his makeup before the shower but some mascara had clung to his lashes and now he looked like a panda so he was carefully wiping away the black smudges when Logan came in.

“Salut mon coeur, c’est juste moi.”

“Hey Lo, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Leo heard Logan flop down on the couch as he turned on the tap to splash water on his face and wipe away the makeup-remover. He heard the door open again and figured it was Logan going to get something from his own room when he heard the murmur of voices.

He came out of the bathroom to see Finn sitting next to Logan on the couch and something in Leo’s heart stuttered at the sight.

“Hey guys.” He said, smiling weakly. Logan looked at him, a little in concern, but only because he knew Leo so well. Finn grinned, a little awkwardly.

“I was just bringing this up to you,” He said, holding out Leo’s own eyeliner. His skin was sensitive and he only used one brand, so he always brought it himself just to make sure there would be no mix up.

“Oh,” He heard himself mutter dumbly. “Thanks.”

He took the pencil from Finn, their fingers brushing as they did but Leo moved away quickly, putting the eyeliner in his backpack. Leo slid onto Logan’s lap, noticing the way Finn tensed as if he was just about to get up, but Logan held out his hand, showing them something he had pulled up on his screen.

“Oh my god, have you seen this post by Sidney Crosby?”

Leo half fell in his haste to look at it while Finn froze. “You guys like hockey?”

Logan smirked, leaning over to ruffle Finn’s hair. “Oh mon poisson rouge, you have so much to learn.” He patted the space on the cushions left between himself and Finn and Finn moved to fill it, his thigh pressed right up against Logan’s as he peered into the phone screen.

“We love hockey.”

#the prince and the pornstars #the prince and the pornstars chapter 3 #coast to coast lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #lumosinlove #Leo knut #logan #finn o'hara #o'knutzy #kasey winter #celeste dumais #pascal dumais #18+

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I'll Always Remember You

Summary: [AU Canon Divergence - if Serkan had met his daughter in the wake of a true tragedy]

Serkan's world is turned to shambles with devastating news. Mistakes etched in stone. Consumed with regrets he has to find a way to survive and be the father his daughter needs him to be in the wake of her mother's death when on he wants is Eda, smiling back at him.

[This will break your Edser heart. Consider yourself warned.]

A/N: I apologize in advance if this fic makes this cry but I did warn you. It's Serkan and Kiraz heavy with Edser dreams and flashbacks.Also I am no expert on the legal matters or turkey funerals and I am sure I got it wrong on so many levels and for that I apologize once again in advance.

“Serkan Bey!” Layla rushed into his office with an urgent look. The telephone clutched in her hand.

“Not now, Leyla!” Serkan said sharply. “I am in the middle of a meeting.”

“But Serkan, they say it’s urgent and won’t stop calling until they get in touch with you.” Leyla insisted clutching the phone tight in her hands.

Serkan’s annoyance was high. He had been getting calls all morning from an unknown number and he ignored it because it was more than possible it was reporters and he did not want to deal with those vultures today.

He has been having a bad week ever since he woke up in a cold sweat, his heart hurting. He went to the doctor and was told there was nothing wrong with his heart. Furthermore, he couldn’t explain it but there was an empty feeling inside him. An emptiness he never felt before.

He forced a smile for his clients. “I’m sorry for the interruption.”

He held his hand out for the phone and Layla nearly tripped over her feet in her haste to hand him the phone.

“Hello,” he spoke sharply into the phone.

“Am I speaking with Serkan Bolat?” A woman’s voice echoed down the line. Her tone is professional.

“Yes, you are. What is this about?” Serkan asked.

“My name is Ayla Yavus and I am with Child Protective Services. I am calling on the behalf of a young child. Kiraz-”

“I don’t understand.” Serkan cut her off. “Why are you calling me? I have no children.”

“Well, according to Kiraz’s relatives. You do. You are from their understanding her biological father.”

Serkan pushed his chair out abruptly and walked out onto the terrace. Layla followed, closing the door behind him.

“Explain,” Serkan demanded.

“Kiraz is five years old. She was being raised by her mother in Italy unfortunately, the child’s mother was in a fatal car accident a little over a week ago. We had her in our custody for only a few hours before placing her in the temporary custody of her mother’s aunt.:

Serkan’s heart pounded, fear lancing through him. “And her mother’s name?”

“Eda Yildiz.”

Serkan’s phone clattered to the floor as she spoke the one name he would have given anything for her not to have spoken.

His knees gave way beneath him and he caught himself on the ledge, sinking to the ground, he turned pressing his back against it.

“Serkan Bey!” Leyla called out in alarm. “Are you alright?”

“Tell everyone to go home.” his voice was low barely above a whisper.

“Serkan Bey?” Leyla questioned.

Serkan looked up at her and Leyla fell back a step by the devastation written on his face. “I want everyone out of the building. Now!” His voice was loud, like a clap of thunder causing Leyla to jump.

There was something so terrifying about his demeanor that Leyla immediately rushed to clear the building.

Serkan didn’t move, he felt like the world was falling away and not in the good way he remembers when he was with Eda.

He felt like everything around him was dying while he was left to suffer in agony in a world without light and sunshine, without flowers and kindness. Without his star and the beauty that brought him to life.

“Serkan Bey,” Leyla returned, speaking tentatively. “Everyone is gone.”

“I want you to leave too,” he said not looking up.

“Serkan Bey, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you in this state.” Leyla protested, fighting back her fear of his anger.

Serkan looked up at her. “I don’t care what makes you uncomfortable, Leyla. I want to be left alone,”

Leyla didn’t want to leave him. Especially, after witnessing the devastation in his eyes but if she continued to refuse Serkan’s anger would erupt.

“Okay, if you need anything. I am a call away.” Leyla reluctantly grabbed her things and left the building.

Serkan wasn’t certain how long he stayed there, but he felt the wind pick up as the sky began to rumble.

With an effort he pushed himself up, grabbing his phone from the floor, and headed inside.

Mindlessly, he climbed the stairs to his office, and pulling out a bottle of liquor off the shelf he kept for guests, he grabbed a glass, setting it down on his desk.

He moved to his safe, pulling out a box, not bothering to close the safe he moved back to his desk taking a seat behind it. He sat the box down and opened it.

Side by side incased in the fabric were his and Eda’s engagement ring, his platinum band with her name inscribed into it, and sparkling flower engagement ring.

He reached, his chest tightening as his fingers brushed her ring.

Serkan swallowed hard, the phone call haunting him. Eda was gone, leaving behind a child.

Their child. A child he never even knew about.

How was he supposed to handle this? He could barely hold it together after learning that the only woman he ever loved was gone.

How was he supposed to be strong for a child and raise her? What was he supposed to say to her? How would he look at her and see her mother and not break down every fucking time?

He was on a cliff and he felt like he was going to slip off it at any given moment.

His phone rang again and he reached for it blindly, not checking the caller id. “Hello,” his voice was hoarse.

“Mr. Bolat, this is Ayla Yavus. I’m with-” “I know, we spoke earlier.” Serkan cut her off, he pulled the phone away to clear his voice and sound more presentable.

“I thought I give you some time to deal with the news from earlier. I know this is difficult-”

“Difficult? It’s impossible. You have no idea what this feels like.”

“Maybe so but you need to pull yourself together and gather your strength. You have a little girl who is going to depend on you for everything.” Ms. Ayla replied matter-of-factly.

“How is this going to work?” Serkan asked. “Do you bring her to me? Do I just take custody? Do I come to her?”

“As I said during our first phone call, currently, Kiraz is in the custody of her mother’s Aunt, Ayfer Yildiz. While it is believed you are the father of Kiraz we will need to perform a DNA test and a background check to ensure it is safe for the child to be in your care.”

“It’s my child. Of course, she will be in my care,” What the hell did they take him for?

“After all this is taken care of you will come and take your daughter into your custody. Now, if you do not wish to take responsibility you can sign over your rights and custody will be given to Ms. Ayfer.”

“No, I won’t be giving up my parental rights.” Serkan hadn’t even seen a picture of his daughter but she was the last thing tethering him to Eda. There was no way he would let her go.

He knew absolutely nothing about raising a child but he knew he would do anything to protect her and give her a safe home. He would love her as much as he loved her mother.

“Thank you for your time, Serkan Bey. We will be in touch.” the line clicked.

Serkan dropped his phone onto the desk and he reached for the bottle of liquor and filled the glass in front of him.

He made a few calls after downing the glass. Using his contacts to find out if a funeral has taken place and if not where and when. He needed immediate results.

When he ended the call he poured himself another drink and another.

Later he was awakened to the sound of his phone ringing. It was his contact calling to tell him that the Yildiz family was returning to Istanbul.

It was all Serkan needed to know. Ayfer was having Eda brought back to Instanbul to be buried next to her parents.

He didn’t know how he was going to bring himself to attend the funeral but he owed Eda that much and so much more.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Two days later his head pounding and feeling like he had the worst hangover of his life, he was pulling up outside the cemetery, sunglasses over his face, dress in his best black suit.

He stepped out of his car and saw a gathering of people. There was a lot. He saw people from his company. Serkan wasn’t surprised. Nearly everyone who ever met Eda became enamored with her. In his eyes, she had to be the most beloved woman in the world.

He scans the crowd and nearly froze, Melo stood next to Ayfer, a little girl in between them, she had her face, buried in Melo’s side, her shoulders shaking as she cried. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, his eyes bounced around and landed on the closed casket and he froze, ice keeping him still.

Then as he locked eyes with Melo, he was moving.

He turned away. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t be here.

A hand landed on his shoulder.

His eyes snapped up and Engin stood before him. A frown on his face. “Leyla called and Ceren told Piril about today’s services. I’m sorry brother.”

“I can’t do this.” Serkan shook his head.

“You have to,” Engin tightened his grip. “For Eda. You will do this. I know it means little right now but I am here. Right beside you.”

For Eda.

The words echoed in his head and he nodded slowly. This wasn’t about him. It was about Eda and the respect she deserved from him.

He moved forward slowly, seeing more people he knew but couldn’t bring himself to greet them. There were art life employees, Eda’s friends, Efe. Her grandmother and so many more people but he ignored them. He ignored everyone.

He walked up to the casket and placed his hand upon the wood, his mind working as an enemy against him as he recalled with perfect clarity what it was like to touch her skin.

His eyes slid shut and he could picture her so clearly, the light shining behind her, her smile bright, eyes shining, her dark hair falling down her back in long luxurious waves, her skin perfectly tanned.

His knees grew weak, an ache in his chest. He couldn’t breathe, his vision darkened.

“Serkan.” Engin was there wrapping his arm around his shoulder, steadying him. “Breathe, brother. Breathe.”

Serkan shook his head. “I can’t! I cannot. What right do I have to breathe when she isn’t.” He shook Engin off and moved back toward his car. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t watch them put his star in the ground.

“Brother!” Engin was hot on his tail.

Others had noticed his pain but it went unnoticed by Serkan. Babanne was angry that a Bolat had come and was being blocked by Efe. Ayfer wanted to make Serkan leave believing he had no right to be there but her path was blocked by Ceren and Fifi wanted to tear into him but was being stopped by Melo who stood in front of her Eda’s little angel holding tightly to her hand.

“You don’t understand, Engin!” Serkan whirled around. “She was my breath and now she’s gone. I cannot be here. It’s too real and I need it not to be.”

Serkan’s fell back against his car, and his breaths came quickly. He recognized he was on the verge of a panic attack.

He slumped leaning against the vehicle heavily.

“Serkan, breathe,” Engin said and tried to show Serkan by taking a breath and releasing it slowly,

Serkan shook his head.

“Serkan,” Melo’s voice appeared suddenly and he froze, his eyes went past her to the little girl just a foot away, her cheeks wet with tears.

Melo crouched in front of Serkan and took his hand in hers. “Son-in-law. You need to breathe,”

Serkan looked at her blankly. “I don’t want to.”

“I know.” Melo saw the pain in his eyes, he looked so lost. She knew him. She never truly understood why he and Eda couldn’t make it work. But what she knew without a doubt was that Serkan and Eda had never stopped loving each other. “But you have to. Eda would want you to.”

“Eda,” Serkan’s voice trembled on her name. “She’s gone.”

“I know but she loved you. She loved you until her last breath and she would want you to be okay and for that to happen you have to breathe.”

Serkan nodded slowly and took a shallow breath and released it, he did it again and again and again until he started breathing normally just as a soft voice penetrated the air, the voice of the little girl.

“Melo,” the child sounded so heartbroken and lost.

His eyes snapped back to the little girl. “Kiraz?”

Kiraz stepped closer to Melo.

Melo’s lips trembled. “I see social services contacted you,”

Serkan nodded, frozen.

“Are you well enough to meet her?” Melo asked.

“I’m never gonna be ok again but I am well enough.” More so Serkan wanted to look in his daughter’s eyes and see Eda. He needed something solid that connected him to her to hold onto.

Melo nodded and gently took the little girl’s hand and urged her forward, “Come, Kiraz, I want you to meet someone very important. This here is Serkan Bolat, he was a very precious friend of your mother.”

The girl sniffled, taking small steps forward until she stood in front of Serkan. “Are you sad, too?” Kiraz asked. “Mom’s gone and she’s not coming back.” the little girl lifted a hand to her heart. “Does your heart hurt like mine?”

Serkan couldn’t keep the sob in even if he wanted to, his child’s heartbreaking words tearing it from his chest.

“Oh, Serkan,” Melo murmured squeezing his hand.

“Do you want a hug?” Kiraz asked as her shoulders shook. “Mom always said hugs were like bandaids for sadness.”

Serkan couldn’t bring himself to respond as he pressed his hand over his heart that was so broken beyond repair he didn’t know how it was still beating.

Kiraz tentatively approached Serkan and wrapped his arms around his neck.

Serkan was shocked and stilled but then this feeling overcame him and he couldn’t explain it. All he knew was he was connected to this girl and even if he hadn’t know the truth he would have felt it.

He wrapped his hands around the girl softly, and he heard her sniffle as her tears drip onto his neck, her shoulders started to shake. “My heart won’t stop hurting.”

“It will be alright,” he found himself trying to comfort his daughter, stroking her hair and rubbing her back. He didn’t think he was going to be alright again but his child, Eda’s child needed to believe that it would be. She needed someone to be strong for her and hold her when she needed it.

Serkan didn’t think it was possible but the pain in his chest became worst. He wanted Eda and he wanted to protect his little girl from the pain she was feeling.

The world was too cruel and he didn’t understand how life could be so brutal and unforgiving to take Eda away from him and especially away from the little girl in his arms.

“Shh, it’s going to be okay. Your heart hurts now but this will pass. In time you will find it won’t hurt as much.” he said and began whispering soothing words, even as his voice choked.

“How do you know?” She pulled back to look at him with a tear-stained face, and devastated eyes.

Serkan wanted more than anything to be able to answer her but he couldn’t. He said the words to comfort her but they were empty. He was certain the pain ripping through him would never stop.

Serkan looked desperately to Melo for help.

Melo moved closer and ran her hand soothingly through Kiraz’s hair. “Because pain like this doesn’t last forever, we live through it, we survive and it makes us stronger.” Melo smiled weakly, a tear sliding down her cheek. “The most important thing you have to remember, love, is that your mother will never truly be gone.” She placed her hand over her heart. “As long as you keep her in your heart she will always be with you.”

Kiraz’s shoulders started shaking again. a fresh wave of tears overtaking her and she reached for Melo.

Melo took her in her arms and stood. “Son-in-law, I know it’s hards but you should be here.”

Serkan stared at the broken girl in her arms and he nodded, forcing himself back to his feet on unsteady legs, he followed Melo back to the proceedings.

Engin kept close to him, ready to be there for him if need be.

During the proceedings, a small hand slipped into his and he clung tightly to it, he looked down at her and her shoulders were shaking as she cried silently.

He ignored Ayfer’s and Babanne’s glares and lowered himself to the ground, offering her a shoulder to cry on and she took it.

It was then as he watched the woman he loved being buried, holding the child created in his arms that he knew with absolute certainty he wasn’t going anywhere. He would do anything to protect his daughter from any more suffering.

He will never be able to make up for his mistakes with her mother but he could, protect her, raise her, love her. Do right by her.

And truth be told he needed her. He needed something to tie him to Eda.

Her small body leaning into his side was the only thing keeping him grounded.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Melo looked around Kiraz in her arms as she prepared to get in the car and leave. She looked toward Serkan’s car, knowing she needed to talk to him. There was so much that needed to be discussed. Especially regarding Kiraz.

He wasn’t by his car but she saw Engin and Piril, standing next to it.

She looked back to Eda’s fresh grave and her breath hitched. Serkan was there, kneeling in the grass, his head bowed.

“Isn’t mom’s friend going to leave, too?” Kiraz sniffled.

“I don’t think so,” Melo shook her head. “I think he wants to stay awhile with her.”

Kiraz squirmed out of her arms. “I want to stay too. He’s hurting. You’re not supposed to leave someone alone when they’re hurt.”

“This is a different kind of hurt,” Melo reaches to take her hand and usher her in the car but Kiraz was already moving away from her back toward Serkan.

She watched as Kiraz moved in front of her father, her little hands reaching up to wipe his tears before she put her arms around him.

Serkan went rigid but then he was folding forward and she watched as his whole body shook with grief, holding tightly to his daughter.

Melo lifted her hand to her mouth, her hand shaking.

She didn’t know how any of them were supposed to get through this. She was barely holding it together but she had to for Kiraz.

Nothing was ever going to be like before again. It couldn’t.

She only hoped Serkan and Kiraz would make it out on the other side. Together.

A/N: Did you cry? If you did I'm sorry. My muse is evil but I am a slave to her.

#sen cal kapimi #edser #fanfic #eda and serkan #eda yildiz #serkan bolat #serkan x kiraz #kiraz bolat #edserxkiraz fic

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lluvguts · 3 years

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Cool Blue ; Chapter One

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through sunsets we wander

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By the time Alberto had rowed out into the furthest stretch of waters toward that quaint little island he'd been eyeing for months, it was already nearing dinnertime. He promised his foster father, Massimo, and younger sister, Giulia, he would return to the Marcovaldo home with a lovely new piece for their kitchen or else Massimo's hearty dish of alfredo wouldn't be served to him.

Alberto had grinned at the promise. He knew that even if he came home with a stick figure drawing of himself, sitting cheekily on a beach someplace, they'd hang it on the icebox and love it regardless.

He'd done a few paintings of the sunset from their home, sure, but it was the beautiful curve of greenery this approaching island offered that Alberto just couldn't refuse. There hung something familiar in it's many trees and overgrown bushes somehow, but Alberto just wasn't able to place it. As he neared he hurried to moor the boat by the section of the island mostly taken up by dark, porous shore rocks. He chanced to teeter at the bow before jumping onto the closest boulder, its surface nicking his heels in a few spots but he didn't mind. He hated to wear shoes ever since he was a child, and Massimo had even claimed when he'd discovered Alberto as a wide-eyed toddler, he was absolutely shoe-free. The ground was damp with the constant ebb and flow of the ocean, and for the heat seeping into Alberto's toes from the sparkling sun-kissed sand, he felt oddly at home.

Alberto glanced at the sun, hardly able to resist reaching out a hand to remark on the beauty of it. He spun back to fetch his bag of paint supplies, clutching the case to his broad chest so as not to let anything plop into the ocean. From where he was standing, precariously but full of glee on the rocky shoreline, there was a small alcove just beyond Alberto's line of sight. There were a few times he'd wished he'd brought at least a pair of sandals--or perhaps he could use his work smock and tie it around his heels--as he walked down the beach, because the ground was steadily rising in temperature as the sun baked the sand, but he tried not to complain much when there was so much to marvel around him.

He set his bag down on the ground by a rocky pool, which Alberto promptly sat beside and rolled his pantlegs up so he could dangle his ankles in the warm water. From where he sat, he was given a perfect view of the sun, creeping closer and closer to the horizon, so Alberto pulled out his pad of paper and a few pencils just to sketch for a while. He shaded the trees around him, drew each jagged rock, and perfected the way the sun kissed the ocean and left sparkling trails down the horizon. He could draw today, just to soak up the scenery and get his concepts down, then bring out the paints tomorrow. Massimo would probably joke and ruffle his already messed up head of curls once he got back, with smudged fingers and no canvas, but say all was fine. As he worked he hummed to himself, a song from some old record Giulia played on their gramophone (or, as a younger Alberto favored calling it, the magic-singing-lady-machine) after dinner and the kids were cleaning up. Still focused on the page, steadily filling, Alberto reached out a hand and groped around in his bag for an eraser without looking. When he didn't find one, he grumbled a bit and pulled his hand back, only to realize he'd shook loose a few sticks of charcoal and a paintbrush that rolled across the ground and fell, soundlessly, into the pool. The brush floated along the surface but the rest slipped below the surface.

"Merda!" Alberto hissed, trying to grapple one of the charcoals with his toes but it only sank further into the murky blue below. He shut his eyes and opened them again, more than willing to dive down there and retrieve those precious charcoal sticks. They cost him quite a few allowances and extra shifts at the Pescheria.

But then something happened that made Alberto leap from his spot and hold his dripping knees closer to his chest.

One stick of charcoal was flung from the pool and landed on the grass a few feet from Alberto's bag, soaking the ground in black. Then came up another, this time closer to Alberto. He flinched at the torrent of gravity-defying art supplies, allowing himself to inch closer to the mouth of the pool, reflecting his green eyes wide, breath held, waiting. Another reflection flashed across the pool's surface, something vibrant that made Alberto look up. But there were no trees or even a bird to cast the reflection.

Alberto let his head fall. And, blinking back at him, with the paintbrush that had been bobbing balanced on its nose, was what looked like a fish. But fish didn't have huge yellow eyes that made Alberto think of his cat at home, Machi, but not in an endearing way. Fish weren't that smart. Alberto had seen sea turtles and dolphins many times before, and they were intelligent, sure, but nothing compared to the humanlike stare this creature had fixed on him now. It stuck it's face out of the water, wincing at the harsh sunlight making its scales shine a deep teal. When its big yellow eyes trained back on Alberto, he saw the creatures features darken from underneath the water line.

"I think you dropped this," It whispered, in such a soft and shy way it made Alberto take in a ragged breath. Okay, fish definitely didn't do that. Was this thing...actually talking to him? The creature stuck its webbed fingers from the pool and took the paintbrush, staring at it for a moment before handing it out to a speechless Alberto.

"Woah! Uh...H-Hello?" Alberto breathed, gingerly taking back the brush.

The not-fish waved, only a slight shake of its hand above the surface of the water, and Alberto noticed the thin claws on the ends of its fingers.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you," It whispered again. Alberto watched the stream of bubbles that floated along the pool's surface as it talked. He still had no idea what he was conversing with, the creature seeming less and less like a fish and more as something from his imagination. It waded in the small pool, he noticed, forearms paddling softly without stirring the water. Its movements so effortless it left Alberto in awe. And if he gazed into the deeper parts of the water, he swore he saw a tail lazily lapping behind the creature.

"I...uh, I could only imagine why," Alberto squeaked. The paintbrush was still in his hands but he was now gripping it so tight his tan skin was turning white at the knuckles.

The creature stifled a giggle by placing one clawed hand to its mouth, but even still Alberto caught a glimpse of its sharp teeth. If he hadn't run away now, that was a pretty good red flag to be packing his things and high-tailing home--but he didn't. He wasn't exactly afraid of this thing staring back at him. Just a bit baffled by it, he was dying to look closer but the more Alberto craned his neck down into the pool to see, the creature shied back into the depths.

"What are you?" Alberto asked aloud, more to himself but still he knew the thing heard him. "Sorry! Was that rude? I'm not trying to be mean, but you aren't exactly the type of seal we'd see in Portorosso."

The creature's cheeks turned a darker blue, and it glared at Alberto. "I am not a seal." It hissed, its tiny lip pulled back to reveal that set of sharp teeth again.

"I get it! I get it! I said I was sorry! I'm just trying to figure this all out," Alberto scratched his head, looking back at his sketchbook for a moment.

"I don't even look anything like a seal!" It was still stuck on the stupid seal comment, with its blue eyebrows furrowed and eyes dark. The more Alberto heard the creature talk he realized, with a flush of embarrassment or something else, that it was a boy. Not a thing. Not an it.

"Okay, so you're not a seal. We've established this." Alberto was gathering his sketchbook and supplies to put back in the bag. The paintbrush was resting at the mouth of the pool. "Are you some type of...seahorse? Or an overgrown fish?"

The boy spit out a stream of water into Alberto's face.

"I'm a monster," He said promptly, his voice on the edge of staying shy or holding a grudge for the seal comment. "So...you should be afraid of me."

Alberto let out a laugh. This cute little thing? "Sure, sure. That makes much more sense." He stuck out his hand at the boy. "Well, nice to meet you, sea monster...Or, uh, whatever you are. I'm Alberto Marcovaldo."

"Alberto..." The boy repeated in a hushed voice, looking down at the water now as he said it. He flinched backward at Alberto's hand, looking up at his fingers with burning yellow eyes. Without knowing much of what to do, the boy kicked his legs until he was treading the water, letting the top of his head graze Alberto's open palm. The small fins around the crown of his head brushed Alberto's hand, smooth and slippery like seaweed. Alberto decided he was quite pleased with the weird texture of it.

The boy closed his eyes and let out a small noise, the side of his face now pressed to Alberto's hand. He had a fin on his cheek that neared his fingertips, and when Alberto touched it the boy trilled, almost in greeting.

"Oh, uh, are you ok? I think you're supposed to shake my hand." Alberto stated. He found his face felt uncomfortably hot watching the weird gesture the boy had just made, and even more so at the soft noises rumbling in his throat.

For a moment the creature considered extending his hand and taking Alberto's outstretched fingers, but stopped with a low growl, blushing blue.

"I'm--ugh! I'm not even supposed to be out here!" He wailed. "If they find me out here with, with a land monster? My mom's gonna kill me! I've uh, I've got to go, so um..." The boy looked at Alberto's paintbrush sitting within his reach and took it.

"Goodbye."

He ducked back under the water. In a second his head of blue fins dashed back up.

"Forever."

Land monster? Alberto could laugh. He'd never heard that one before. But he scanned the mess before him, the slimy puddle of water next to his leg that the boy had left when he took (stole) his paintbrush, the droplets scattered along his sketchbook, all blazing in angry red as the sun finished its journey along the sky.

Alberto scrambled up from his spot, mentally slapping himself. He had a hard time rowing the boat this far out while it was daytime, it was sure going to be hell finding his way home in the near darkness. As he stumbled along the shore and dropped his things into the boat, he wondered if he had the right paint colors for the boy's eyes.

Wait, he hadn't even gotten his name! Do sea monster-things have names? Like humans do? Oh, what did it matter? The boy said he could never come back to the island again. Their awkward five minute interaction was all they had. But Alberto was still stewing it all over as he made his way back to Portorosso, now relying on the oil lamp beside him and the glowing stars above.

/ / /

"Figlio, you're late."

Alberto rushed to hang up his bag and wash his hands. Giulia seemed to have been stuck with doing Alberto's dinner chores in his absence, setting the table and pouring waters. When he passed her she stuck her tongue out at him and smashed his offending pinky toe with her sandal.

"Ouch!" Alberto steeled his eyes at her from across the table, but she only grinned devilishly. Massimo was still expecting some sort of apology for almost missing dinner so he cleared his throat and pulled back the chair for his father to sit. "Sorry, Papa. The place where I set up my paints was pretty far, and I got carried away and lost track of time."

"Blech, Alberto, you stupido, at least change your clothes...you reek like fish..." Giulia sneered as Massimo handed them their plates.

"Hush, Giulia." Signor Marcovaldo gave her a small pat on her shoulder then turned to Alberto. All concern lost, he asked. "Where did you go to paint?"

"The island...?" Alberto chanced a look across his water glass to see their equal expression of shock and horror.

"The island?" Giulia shrieked. She let her fork fall and alfredo sauce splattered on the table cloth. "Fratello, that place is swarming with monstro marino!"

"Sea monsters, really Giulia?" Alberto tried to sound calm, but his heart rate picked up. "There's no such thing."

"Actually, Alberto, there is." Massimo pointed to the newspaper clippings decorating one kitchen wall, still frames of what appeared to be creatures with glistening teeth and bloodied scales.

"But Papa, those papers are fake! You said so yourself! Ercole's father only made those to scare people." Alberto argued.

"They are a menace to this town." Massimo stared into his plate of pasta. "My only hope is that you never get to see so yourself. They are killers."

Well, the one I met today didn't seem like a bloodthirsty monster, Alberto wanted to spit back, but held his tongue.

"Did you at least get to draw anything?" Giulia asked. Alberto sighed, glad they let the subject on sea monsters drop for the time being.

"Y-Yeah! I actually did," He boasted, rising from the table to fetch his bag. He undid the latch and took out his sketchbook, walking while flipping the latest page open for Giulia and Massimo to see.

Giulia's eyes widened and she barked out a laugh. Massimo smiled faintly, giving Alberto a solitary thumbs up.

"What? What are you laughing about?" Alberto turned the paper around and gasped. The entire page was warped and still damp, the lovely pencil drawings now only faint grey smears along the paper.

"That's-That's not funny!" Alberto growled at Giulia, who was wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "It was the boat! A wave must have hit the side, or something!"

"Oh, yeah, Alberto. Blame the boat," Giulia giggled.

Alberto huffed and slumped back into his seat. That sea monster.

Machiavelli sashayed into the kitchen, smelling the dinner on the table or perhaps the laughter lightening the air. He curled up next to Alberto's leg on the ground, rubbing his cheek and whiskers along his bare ankle, purring for a taste of the alfredo sauce.

"No, Machi. You can't eat human food." Alberto chastened him, nudging his face away from the table leg. Giulia laughed harder.

"Hah! He smells the fish on you, 'Berto! Were you taking a swim with Papa's catch today, hmm?"

"Giulia, I said that was enough!"

He smells the sea monster on me, Alberto thought. He glanced down at Machi again and stiffened when he realized his purrs had really been growls.

/ / /

"Oh, Giuseppe, I'm so stupid!" Luca dropped his head into his hands and a flurry of bubbles chased his fins. "I can't believe I actually talked to him!"

The school of fish floated beside Luca, unblinking. Giuseppe, the goatfish in interrogation, only blew a tired bubble from his mouth and huddled closer to Luca.

"I saw these weird sticks floating into the water, and they stained the water black like those oil spills Momma had warned be about, but still I went to see what it was!" Luca took Giuseppe by the hand and cradled him to his chest. "I wasn't expecting to see a land monster up there. I just didn't want those things in the water."

"But," Luca continued to himself, as his herd of fish were clearly unable to do much of anything, least of all lend him advice. "That weird stick with the soft thing at the end was really pretty, Giuseppe. It was purple! The wood was purple! How did he do that?"

"It was Alberto that did that, I think. He painted it purple." Luca jumped up in glee, then floated gracefully back onto the rock he'd been sitting on, giggling at the dark sea above.

"Ugh!" Luca was a ball of emotions. "How could I be such an idiota? I took something from The Surface! I had to hide it, of course, but still!" He pet Giuseppe's scales and the goatfish blew some bubbles in Luca's face to calm him down. "He looked so much different than the way Momma talks about the land monsters. Alberto wasn't scary...he didn't have a harpoon, so that's a good sign, right?"

Luca looked to Giuseppe, and sighed. "I don't know what's happening to me..." Luca murmured to himself, gingerly touching his face and remarking how warm it was in the cool ocean water. It had been like that when Alberto was watching him too, with those bright green eyes. Green like the sea glass Luca had collecting on the rocky ledge of his bedroom cave. When he stared at Alberto, something tingled in his belly, burning low and delightful. He knew what that meant, though he tried to press it down into his abdomen until the feeling eventually drifted away.

"Oh, sharks, I'm just a dumb little crab, aren't I? I even tried to scent him! But I couldn't help it! That land monster smelled so...different. Like the sun, you know? All warm and fuzzy...it was so sweet. Oh, if Momma finds out about this...It's not good, Giuseppe. Not good at all."

"Luca, tesoro it's time for dinner!" Signore Paguro called from a few yard away in the Paguro home. Luca gasped and a trail of frightened bubbles drifted pass his eyes. He grabbed his moss-covered staff and herded the school into a more manageable spot for the night, and swam toward home.

#luca #luca movie #luberto #luberto fanfiction #luca paguro #luca fanfiction #alberto scorfano #luca x alberto #luca and alberto #luca 2021 #gay fish boys #luca pixar #disney luca

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writingsbychlo · 4 years

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rapp-ed around your heart (03)

word count; 14,820

summary; mitch has a few revelations about his life while going on a hike, and is realising that maybe there are still things he could enjoy in his life.

notes; after quite the slow burn, I think you’re all really going to enjoy this part. It’s just super sweet, actually.

warnings; none, pure fluff, as we know.

The Pacific Region

There was a warm presence pressed up behind you, arms wrapped around your body tightly, and sleep was still holding onto you tightly, making you squirm a little as you tried to adjust yourself into the morning. The grip holding onto you only tightened, a groan sounding in your ear to replace the steady breaths that had been brushing over your skin, making you shiver a little as you came to your senses slightly more.

All at once, consciousness came crashing over you, the shocking realisation that you were in Los Angeles felt like a tidal wave, and you let out an excited gap, coming down to tap the hand with a vice grip on you excitedly, and he shifted his own hand, catching yours to still it and pressing it to the warmth of your stomach, and holding over the top of yours tightly.

“Mitch! We’re in LA!”

“You’ve had four more hours of sleep, let me have a little longer too.” He mumbled the words while shifting a little more, getting himself comfortable once again, pulling the covers back up to your chin as he snuggled into the heat. “Shh, sleep.”

“But we’re in Los Angeles! There’s so much to do!” Your words came out like a whine, and simply huffed into the back of your neck, ignoring your trying at temptation, and you switched your tactics, rolling over in his arms to stare up at the roof of the car above you. “What if I go out and get us some breakfast, you can stay here and sleep, and I’ll bring you something good back?”

He cracked an eye open this time, a yawn on his lips as he looked at you, you face tipping to the side to meet his gaze, brown irises swimming with tiredness, serenity, and some more flickers that you couldn’t quite decipher. “Wouldn’t be the same without you here. Can we just have a few more minutes?”

You nodded to him, his lips forming a sleepy smile as he leaned in, settling his head closer to you, resting his cheek on your pillow instead of his own as he tried to snooze once again. You tried your best to stay still, and you managed it for a good five minutes, maybe ten, but you were wide awake now, excitement filling your body at the prospects for the day, and the sun shining in through the tinted windows was casting a hazy glow over the space you occupied, making it hard for sleep to once again claim you, and so you couldn't stop it when the fidgeting took over.

You were playing with your fingers, or smoothing your hands over the blankets, readjusting the covers and messing with the random things you could reach, before he groaned loudly, mild irritation in his tone at the sounds and motions of your twitching. His entire body raised up, flattening himself over the top of you in a starfish motion to hold you still, and the round of laughter that left you as he did was beyond your control to contain.

“Mitch!”

He hummed tiredly, letting his body slump even further against you, your breath forced from your lungs as you giggled, pushing at his shoulders and arms as you tried to roll him off of you, his chuckling joining your own as he shuffled, pinning you down as you gave in to his lazy assault.

“Get off of me! You’re crushing me!” Your words he'd no head as you laughed with him, his body moving as he freed you, rolling away from you and onto his side, before dragging a hand over his face, and propping his head up on his elbow. You matched his pose, a grin on his face as you did, and he raised his brows.

“Fine, I’m awake. It better be a fucking great day that you have planned, though!”

“It will be, it’s going to be fun, I promise.” His smile was softer now, and he reached out to brush a finger through the stray hairs that had come free from your updo to sleep in, before pulling his hand back to himself, shrugging his free shoulder.

“I know it will, this is a great trip.” You collapsed back against the pillows, feeling utterly accomplished as you heard the compliment for from his lips. “Now, I was promised a breakfast?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, searching around for a jumper to tug on over your head and your shoes, before crawling up front and finding your shoes, staring up the car as soon as he was in the passenger seat beside you. It didn’t take you long to find somewhere to grab a quick breakfast, and to find some toilets that you would be able to use to wash up and properly change in.

With a half-eaten McGriddle in hand, and two hash-browns already eaten, you were left acing one another, you sitting cross-legged in the driver’s seat as he sat twisted toward you with one leg pulled up in the passenger seat, eating happily as the sun rose across the sky in a destination of the other side, not quite yet at the middle, and leaving your plan as a blank slate ready to be built upon.

“What if we go to some of the little markets? There are loads of street stalls, we coil do that?”

He shrugged a little at your suggestion, his mind wandering for a second, and while both of you had been filled with ideas and inspiration about what you wanted to do, you hadn't yet come up with anything conclusive. “What about that art museum?”

“You want to go to an art museum?” You giggled, his face screwing up a little as he took a bit out of his food, chewing with his mouth open and speaking through his food as he wiped at the sauce on his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t think I’m classy enough for an art museum?” You shook your head, giggling a little at his words and fishing through the paper bag your food had been given to you in for a napkin, leaning across the centre console to wipe a blob of ketchup from his shirt.

“Probably shouldn’t go in with a stained shirt, though.” His cheeks heated up a little, and he looked down at himself, before seeming to get over it, licking at the place where another chunk of sauce was threatening to drop away, before digging back into the food. “So, markets, then the art museum, then?”

“Do you want to go out for dinner? Somewhere nice?”

“Like.. a dress up, look classy sort of place?” The hint was underlying, whether this dinner was something friendly or something more, the words unspoken in your question, but the twinkle in his eyes as he watched you told you he’d read between the lines, and he nodded slowly, his body tensing up a little as he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, but he held strong. “I’d love that. I’m pretty sure I have a dress packed that could work for that.”

He let out a slow breath, finishing up his food and wiping his hands down on a napkin. “I’ll buy a shirt and tie while we’re out today.”

You grinned, finishing up the meal in your hands before cleaning up, searching around to find one of the wet wipes to get the sticky sauce from your fingers, and stretching yourself out a little. Pulling up some directions on your phone, you plugged it into the holder within your car, and one of the first songs to come up was a new addition made by Mitch, the man cheering loudly when he heard the opening notes, and you tipped your head towards him as you started the vehicle up, the tune shifting from the device speakers or h car speakers, and hi mood only brightened.

It felt like you were on holiday with an entirely new man to the one you’d started the journey with. The moody, bitter and glum attitude and persona had melted away, being replaced with who you believed to be the real Mitch Rapp, someone who was bubbly, and warm, and a total sweetheart, once you managed to break your way past the military-defence level walls he had put up to protect himself. He was someone you were so glad you’d bothered to take the time to get to know, because with every day that passed by and every slight change the two of you made towards one another, every memory created and every photo taken, it only confirmed to you that this trip was now so much better with him accompanying you than it ever would have been alone.

You spent the rest of the morning and the early afternoon exploring the market places around you. Everything from the tourist traps to the genuine stalls, it was incredible. You picked up a disposable camera, swearing you’d get the photos developed when you got home, and took surprise photos of absolutely everything that you could. There were some that you were excited for, the ones taken as a selfie with the Hollywood sign in the background, and the ones of you both goofing off at the stalls. You bought funny sunglasses, yours in heart shapes with Mitch’s looking like pineapples. You had a new dress, one to wear for your dinner outing with Mitch tonight, a flowy and red floral sundress, and he had purchased a shirt he’d found while passing by the markets, one smart enough for the dinner you’d be having.

Your location was chosen when the two of you had searched for places to visit, settling on going to ‘République’ for your dinner, not wanting to miss the incredible opportunity to dine in the beautiful building, and take in the atmosphere of the transformed old church. There was no chance you could miss it, and so it had seemed like an easy choice.

You took every chance you had while you were out there, LA being one of your bigger stops, like Vegas had been, and like New York would be, your chance to live out your big city dreams before going home to where you truly belonged. You walked along Rodeo Drive, being able to clearly picture every scene within in from ‘Pretty Woman’, and much to your surprise, you found that Mitch had watched that too, his face dropping to look at the ground as he mumbled that he was actually quite a fan of rom-coms, and that his favourite was ‘Dirty Dancing’. His face had only grown redder as you cooed at him teasing him endlessly for his love of romantic comedies until the blush had traveled all the way down to his neck, before you’d finally taken pity on him, and given up on the teasing.

His arm was around your wait, holding you into his side as you walked, a thumb tucked under the edge of your shirt to rub over your skin soothingly, and you didn’t hesitate to check in with him frequently, to ensure that he was doing okay in the crowds, and wasn’t becoming overwhelmed.

When he had been a little frazzled, the two of you had opted to make your way over to the County Museum of Art, taking a quieter approach to the day, before it all became too much for him. You couldn't deny that as much as you love the hustle and bustle on the occasional trip, you couldn't do it personally, finding yourself becoming a little worn down by the constant activity, you were a born and raised countryside girl, Stan’s farm feeling more like home on any day than a studio apartment overlooking a city ever would. You were raised rolling around in dirt as you learned how to fight, and taking long hikes until your legs were numb and you could barely stand, just to see the beauty of nature, not taking ballet lessons and having private tutors and being groomed to take over a family business.

You wandered the building quietly, mumbling between yourselves as you investigated the art, and his hand had slipped down to find you own instead of being wrapped around your waist, your thumbs playing and rubbing together every so often as you walked, admiring the beauty of every piece you came across. The art museum had an entirely different vibe to the rest of the activities you’d done today, and it almost felt out of place, being a quiet place of serenity nestled in the middle of unending excitement, buzzing energy and thrill. Hollywood was the place dreams were supposed to come true, it was a live at every hour of the night and day with people waiting to break big, to achieve their hopes and dreams and to get the life they always wished for.

It was busy, and crowded, and full of life, and while you loved every bit of it, you sometimes needed a little peace and quiet. Mitch was seemingly more than happy to listen to you talk, giving a running commentary that wandered from the artwork to the other patrons looking around, everything from critiquing outfit choices to giving your opinion on the scenery and portraits you were seeing, adding his own words every so often, and humming along with you as you spoke.

He was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes, the progress he’d made in his own self-healing simply from taking a timeout from the chaotic and destructive life he led in the rest of his life was showing in everything he did. He was someone entirely new, like a blossoming flower, everything that was buried deep down was bursting up and erupting like a volcano, and getting to watch him finally unfurl again to soak up the sunlight in a world that had otherwise been cold and stormy for him was something that brought you great pride.

Upon finishing your journey around the art museum, and taking several photos while nobody was watching, the two of you joking around and interpreting the art as you saw fit, copying the poses modelled in some of them to take pictures that made you laugh until you were being glared at and squashed, before eventually decided you’d had your fill of pretending to be a modern and quirky artist in the making.

The walk back to the car was filled with soft joking around and teasing, changing into your new outfits ready for your dinner together, and as the sun began to lower across the other side of the middle pint, the mood between you both had managed to change as well. It was hazier, a little blurry and romantic, his hand finding yours the second you’d decided you were finished with getting ready, your hair styled up a little more than you usually did it, and some makeup adjusted on your features in what you felt was more appropriate for the evening.

He looked smarter than you’d see him, the man mostly owning slightly torn or worn clothing, rips and faded patched, distressed fabrics from hours of being tossed around in training of recruits or working in the gym, and you were absolutely certain that one of the t-shirts he’d worn had a bullet hol in the side, but had neglected to comment on it. Now, though, he was wearing the best pair of skinny jeans he had, and he’d wiped the mud and sand off of his sneakers, shining them up as best he could to match the smart, pale grey shirt on his chest, the top few buttons undone a little in the still very warm heat of the day, and he gave you a nervous smile as you did a little twirl for him, showing the outfit off proudly.

He kissed your forehead, and told you that he thought you looked lovely, before guiding you away in a small walk toward the restaurant, his arm gourd you tightly once again as you looked at the menu on your phone in advance, giving you both an idea of what you were getting into before you arrived and felt under a little pressure. He was left in charge of guiding you both along, ensuring you wouldn’t crash and bump into other people on the streets, as you read everything aloud to him, hearing him hum and mumble approvals or disapprovals over each one.

You had been seated from the moment you had arrived, your table already being prepared for you, a lit candle sitting beside a basket of bread, and Mitch had opted for the gentlemanly route, pushing your chair under the table for you. He had been twitching a little sitting with his hands out atop the surface as he looked at you, and it wasn’t until after the drinks and food had been ordered that he had the guts to actually reach out and take your hand in his, shakily weaving his fingers with your own and letting himself relax when you squeezed his hand in return.

It felt as though it should have been awkward, as though the new transition from one thing to another between you both should have something a little uncomfortable and jagged, and yet there was no silent lulls in conversation as the two of you chatted, and no anxious moments as you wondered whether or not it was going well because you could tell from the smile on his face and the warmth in your own cheeks that it was.

You shared food, and laughter, and got a little bit tipsy, the two of you stumbling a little as you made your way back to the car, more than grateful you’d pulled and set up a temporary base locations of yourselves in somewhere that had several locations with bathroom and spaces for yourself to change in, before you were still feeling a little buzzed, trying to detangle your hair and wrangle it in to some kind of functional style to work with for the night coming up.

The rest of the days light had dripped away from you both, the pastels and faded hues that made sunsets had passed while you were inside, and so you were determined to catch it tomorrow, because now you were left with pale pinks fading up into blue and black, leaving a glittering sky full of stars overhead a still busy city.

The light was already on when you made it back to the car, finding Mitch simply laying across the back, the trunk open as he let as much cool air get in to surround you both as possible, the vehicle still a little warm and stuffy as the residual heat that had built up inside during the day still lingered in the fabric of the blankets and the seats. He spotted you as soon as you had seen him, his arms held out lazily as he waited for you, remaining in that position until you had tucked away your bag, sealing up the box on the top of the car and crawling up the mattress to sit beside him.

Supporting yourself against the back of one of the chairs, you plugged in your phone, and made sure his was hooked up as well, checking the battery on the large device for the next time you’d be in a hotel to charge it, but it seemed to be doing fine, and so you were more than happy to let that concern slip away. Instead of holding his arms out any longer, the man rolled over, cushioning his cheek on one of your thighs as his arms wrapped under your legs, and he huffed out a happy sigh as his eyes drifted closed.

“Comfy?”

“Very.” He retorted, tiredness slipping into his voice a little more obviously now, the call of sleep beckoning him in, and the four less hours of slumber he’d had than you was beginning to make its presence well-known. “What we doin’ tomorrow?”

The light slur to his words made your heart swell, and you shrugged, dropping a hand down so that you could rub a hand over his back comfortingly, and he only squeezed himself tighter around you as he did, before shivering a little when a cold breeze swept through the cabin of the car, chilling you a tad as well. He released you when you shuffled, and you sealed the vehicle up tight, locking it for the night and flicking off the little but glaring light overhead, plunging you both into mild darkness, the street lights and stars never quite letting it turn to blind darkness, but it was more than enough for a yawn to tug at your own lips. When you returned, he was holding up the edge of the blanket for you, having found himself enough energy to get underneath them and get comfortable, leaving you to follow in his footsteps, your head meeting the pillow as exhaustion began to come knocking.

“Do you want to go to Venice Beach?”

You paused from the adjusting of the covers you had been doing, shock racing though you and sobering you up a little as you looked up at him, his own eyes already on you, face pure and blank of any discernible emotion, simply awaiting your response, brows a little raised to punctuate the question. “You don’t like the beach.”

“Yeah, but you do.”

He was actually offering you the chance to go to the beach; no argument, no fuss, simply the two of you going, and while you didn’t want to push him past his limits, you were hoping he would give you the chance to try and remake some of the bad memories he had, to take it and turn it to nostalgia as you taught him to once again love the things he’d grown to hate. “You’d really go to the beach for me?”

“I would definitely go to the beach with you, no complaints or anything.” You shuffled a little closer to him, and he lifted one arm up for you in offering, taking the subtle hint you had been laying down, and resting it across your body as you moved in closer to him, legs tangling together and breath washing over your face, the minty extract of his toothpaste sharp on the air, and you could feel the earth rolling off of his body and onto you. “Can we get ice cream, though? That’s my bargain.”

“We can get as much ice cream as you want.” You promised, watching as his lips flicked up at the corners when his eyes closed.

“Awesome.”

You repeated the word back to him, the silence falling between you both one again, and you had almost drifted off. You were unsure of how it happened, or when, but absolutely everything was different now, not only between you and Mitch, but in your entire life. After only a few weeks with the man, someone you thought you were going to hate, you now found that you would struggle to let go of him should he reach the end of the trip and choose to walk away, should he snap back to his locked up self when he got home, and you could only hope that wouldn't be the case.

The filter you usually possessed towards stopping your private thoughts and feelings from just drifting from your mouth when they crossed your mind was now entirely gone, and so you couldn't be helped all that responsible for the words that came next.

“I’m so happy you’re here.”

He froze for a minute, the fingers that had been trailing up and down your arm in slow drawings stilled, before he was moving again, his front almost meeting your own as his forehead pressed to yours, noses bumping a little, and he sniffled lightly, the noise lost between you both as you kept your eyes closed, but found his hand under the cover. He was more than eager to lace your fingers together, breathing out a sweet sigh. “I’m really happy to be here. With you, on this trip. Thank you for letting me join you, thank you for taking the risk of agreeing to let me tag along.”

“You are so worth the risk, Mitch Rapp.”

You were grinning at the shore, facing out onto the already busily crowding beach as you waited for Mitch, who you were absolutely certain as just delaying the trip, and taking a moment to himself in preparation insisting that he could pack the beach bag for you both of you wanted to go and watch the ocean, and have a little look out across the sand to see where you wanted to take a seat.

You adjusted the top one again, feeling the slight chill from the lightweight cotton thrown over the top of your bikini, still waiting for the sun to really heat up, the cool breeze rolling in with every wave that crashed to the shore was making you sigh slightly, rolling on the balls of your feet. Glancing back over the vehicle, you pushed your sunglasses up into your hair instead of being sat on the tip of your nose, finding the man you were waiting for digging through the bag once again, and you decided to take things into your own hands.

You paced back over, standing by his side as he paused his rifling, looking up at you as you played it all off, and he turned his body towards you.

“I’m pretty sure we have everything we need.”

You hummed, before wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning into his body a little and looking up at him as he swallowed thickly, the smile on his face faltering a little. “We don’t have to go to the beach if you don’t want to. We can do anything today.”

“No, we are going to the beach.” He insisted, stepping away from the car and pulling you with him, closing the trunk after securing the bag on his shoulder. You dropped your arms from around him, pressing into his side as he tucked you under his own arm, and held you close to himself. “Did you choose where you want to sit?”

“Yes! Sort of. I have options.” He raised his brows at you, letting you guide the two of you along, your feet meeting the sand and you sunk between the grains a little bit, and you raised a hand to lace your fingers with his own from where they hung over your shoulder. “I was thinking we could sit half-way between the car and the sea, because I know you’ll want to still be able to see me if I go swimming, but then you can still see the car too. There’s no umbrellas though, the shade is all the way over there.”

You paused, glancing between both locations, and he nibbled on his lower lip for a moment, considering both options. “How about the shade, and then when you want to swim, I’ll just move further down the beach.”

He trailed after you and over towards the place you wanted to be, the two of you setting up your towels in the cooler sand, and you placed your hands on you hips, looking around in satisfaction as you took in the atmosphere You loved the beach, the sounds, the sights, the warmth, it had always been something relaxing that you’d loved, and you were so happy that you had the opportunity to try and bring some good beach-themed memories back to him.

“Take a picture with me? I want one with us under the palm trees.”

“Yeah!” You took the phone from him, holding it up over your heads to try and find some good lighting, waiting until you found a spot where the sun was just filtering to the leaves but didn't glare in either of your eyes or across the screen, and you adjusted the camera in your hands. You snapped the first one of the two of you smiling, and the second one was a little bit crazier, you were leaning up so more, pressing your face into the side of his and making both of your hair stand up, before his hand found you face, he held you cheek tightly, pressing his lips to the other, and one entire side of you face was scrunched up, the other smushed by his palm, but there was still a smile on your lips in the photo and so you couldn't help but love it.

After stripping off your shirt and your shorts, you were left in your bikini and your flip flops, rubbing suncream into your skin as grains of sand already began to stick to your skin, but you had to do it, to make sure you were well-protected and weren’t going to get burned. He was a little more hesitant, before stripping the shirt he wore over his head, rubbing in sunscreen carefully, and palming at the scar on his shoulder. You knelt down behind him, plucking the bottle from his hands and rubbing the cream slowly into his back from him, watching as he relaxed under your touch, your fingers brushing over the scar carefully, thumb pressing into it as you tried to soothe him, before hooking your chin onto his shoulder.

“Seriously, we can go if it’s too much.”

He twisted his head as far to the side as he could, shaking his head a little and reaching up to place a hand over your own. “Come sit in front of me, let me do your back for you, and then you can lean on me.” You moved in front of him, doing as told as his large hands smoothed over your skin gently, before letting you lean back into him, his arms supporting you both a your back pressed to his chest, the two of you staring out across the beach, and chatting the morning away as the temperature rose up and up.

You sunbathed, and relaxed onto the sands, and you soaked up the afternoon’s heat, before simply sitting still and shifting periodically to keep your tans even became a little too sticky and uncomfortable, the heat making you feel like you needed or be up and doing something, and so you had packed up your things and taken them back to the car, going for a walk to find some ice cream to cool down with, as you had promised him you would, and choosing to wander around for a little while.

You managed to persuade him back into a walk along the beach, even getting him as far down as the waters, edge, his face pale and eyes wide as he stared out at the sea, the waves lapping at his toes and his hand wrapped so tightly around your own that you thought he may actually break it, before he’d nodded to you, taking a step in deeper, and another, and another, until the water was reaching mid calf on both of you, and you were left walking through the gentle ripples of water, and he had eventually relaxed. Enough that you’d been able to chat, and even snap a few more pictures, walking almost two full miles, until you ran out of space, beginning to lose sight of the main beach, and turning to make your way back.

The temperature was beginning to cool down once again, and he set up the towel for you both, a few metres away from the water as you continued to splash around and paddle, poking at shells and rocks under the water with the tips of your toes, occasionally picking some up and showing them to him, before throwing them out into the ocean as far as you could get them.

You even had a little collection in your hands, ones you particularly adored, and you knelt before him when you were finished, the ends of you hair dripping wet and drips of water still running along you skin from where you’d risked walking in a little further, until the water had been lapping around your neck, your giggles visible to him you were sure, though there was no chance he’d be able to hear them. Sitting with your legs folded beneath you in the sand, you showed off each one to him, a random assortment of coloured rocks, slightly cracked shells, and brightly rolled pieces of smooth sea glass, choosing out a couple of pieces and discarding the rest onto the sand, brushing them off and putting them in you bag, before picking the grains out from under your nails.

It took you a while to wash up, your skin beginning to itch and feel dry from the salt of the sea, but you had eventually found somewhere, grabbing a spare change of clothes and scrubbing yourselves down, refreshing yourself for the evening and the night, and leaving your wet clothes out on the top of the car to dry, the metal still warm to the touch as the breeze helped to dry them leaving them where they were as you chose to take a walk along to Santa Monica Pier.

You shopped for trinkets in the ‘End of the Trail’ shop, despite the fact that you hadn’t actually been driving along Route 66, the two of you still bought plenty of little trinkets, enjoying looking round the shop and checking it all out. You also took a moment to explore the Oatman Rockshop, the 60’s theme bringing the both of you a weird kind of peace, searching through everything picking out one thing each, as well as something for your uncle, until you each held a gift bag from both shops, an the pier was beginning to close up as the hour approached eight o’clock, already. Street performers were doing their final shows, trying to make any last tips for the night, and you tried to make sure you tipped every single one that you passed, dishing out your change until you had no spare coins left to give, and moving on to grabbing some food.

With some fried food in hand, you dropped off your bags and swiped your dried clothes into the vehicle, before setting off back down onto the now cold beach. You sat down, watching the sunset and seeing the colours paint the horizon, glittering over the calm waters in a way that was so ethereal it never failed to take your breath away, something about the sun setting feeling like a reset button for you each time, something about it taking all your fears and worries away, every anxiety you had, until you were left in serene quiet, even if only for a few minutes.

You stuffed the wrapped into your bag, hauling it up your shoulder and standing once it was beginning to get dark, the sun having disappeared, dragging it’s few rays away with itself quickly, and the night was setting in. Everything around you was lit up with beautiful and twinkling lights, and you were turning back towards the car when fingers ran down the inside of you arm, making you shiver a little before you were uncurling you fingers and letting him slide his between you own, grasping onto him tightly once his hand was slotted against yours.

“Let’s just walk for a little bit.”

“What if we get cold?”

He bumped the edge of his nose against your temple with a soft laugh, before pulling you tightly into his arms, running his hands along your back. “Are you cold?” You shook your head. “Then if you do get cold, I’ll keep you warm. Just a little walk, to the sea and back. I’m not ready to sleep yet.”

You gave in, your hands bumping against your thigh occasionally as you took a longer and diagonal path towards the ocean once again, the peace he held now that the beach was empty, just the two of you in sight, having conquered his fear, and he seemed almost ecstatic to once again be at the water's edge once again. The same anxiety he’d had all through the day was melting away from him, and you pressed into his shoulder as you went, his arm looping over you to hold you close, and he brushed a kiss across your head.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothin’. Just being happy.” You muttered, coming to a stop when he did, and turning to look up at him, his brows furrowed as he tried to find the words, licking at his lips and huffing when he couldn’t quite seem to get it. Reaching a hand up, you squeezed at his arm, before moving over his shoulder and onto his neck, the man raising his gaze to look at you carefully, his stare so deep and intense that you felt like he was peering right into your soul. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel like I don’t deserve good things. I’ve done bad things, even though I was trying to do what was right.” He stepped in a little closer, and you got the sense he wasn’t finished, that the confusing sentences were leading up to something else, your breath hitching a little when he continued on; “You’re a really good thing.”

“What are you saying, Mitch?”

“I want you but I don’t think I deserve to have you.” He mumbled, his eyes searching your own, and you sighed softly, leaning in to press your forehead against his.

“I think you deserve so much more than you have, Mitch. I think you’re a good person, and you just won’t let yourself see it.” His eyes fluttered shut, lips rolling together as he contemplated your words, before he was twisting his head, bumping his nose against your own as your lips brushed together. Letting your bag fall away to the floor so that you could loop your arms around his neck, you didn’t care about the belongings that you heard scatter into the sand, or about the dust that would get into your stuff, you only cared about the way it felt when his calloused hands smoothed over your body to sit low on your back, and the sweet taste of sugar on his breath from the fresh donuts that two of you had snacked on.

His lips brushed over yours, your tongue peeking out instinctually to wet them as you prayed your lips, the seconds gap between now and when his mouth would close over yours. A slow breath, the drag of your mouths together as they fluttered across one another, not quite a kiss yet, teasing and playful, his fingers digging into your lower back a little more as he pushed you in closer to him, until there was no more space between you, and everything was flush together, waiting for the connection of your lips.

He pressed a kiss to the edge of your mouth, a small smile taking up on your face when he did, and you held your breath in anticipation.

You jumped in pure shock and a little horror though, when you felt something brush against your ankle the rustling of the items at your feet, and Mitch spun you around protectively, both of you looking back as a seagull squawked, wrestling with one of the paper bags to get to the left over pastry inside, another descending to get at it too, and they wrestled for it. As the adrenaline slipped away, your fingers untangled from the grip you had on his shirt, and yet he kept you held justa s lose, his face flared up red in embarrassment but you couldn't hold back your laughs, burying your face into his neck as the humour of the moment took you over.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You whispered between laughs, reaching down to scare them away, before grabbing at your items as he helped, dusting them off and packing the bag, before putting it back on your shoulder.

“Fucking seagulls.”

The words only made you laugh more, but he seemed happy with your response, rolling his eyes fondly and guiding you back towards the car, but not before you were taking a fistful of his shirt again and pulling him to a stop. Leaning up, you placed a long kiss to his cheek, dragging your lips over his skin until you were almost at his mouth, before sinking back down to your heights she stared at you. “We won’t be interrupted next time, it’ll be perfect, I promise.”

He nodded, taking your hand and pulling you in close, until he could wrap an arm around your lower waist. “Wanna’ drive around LA in the dark for a bit?”

“That sounds like an amazing idea.”

It was only a short walk back to the car, shorting yourselves out comfortably and getting strapped in, playing rock-paper-scissors for who would drive, to which you lost, finding yourself behind the wheel first. Clambering into the car, you settled yourself into the seat, adjusting it from the distance that changed when Mitch drove, his longer legs forcing the seat further back, and he grabbed a jumper, settling himself into the passenger seat and turning the heat up a little.

The night lights round Los Angeles flashed by, giving you more than enough aesthetic pictures than you knew what to do with, you could plaster your walls at home with a new picture every time and probably still fill at least two rooms. You even forced him to stop at one point, and to take a picture of you sitting on the top of the car, your body a silhouette against the twinkling back drop.

Following that decision, the two of you had decided to do the drive up to San Francisco before the sun rose, the sunset inspiring you to stay up and watch a sunrise too, and so you were determined to find yourselves parked up beside the Golden Gate Bridge before the sun peaked back up over the horizon. Neither of you were all that tired, but you pumped yourselves up with coffee anyway, grabbing some sugary snacks to eat as you went along on the road, having him feed you candy and hold up chocolate bars to your face as the two of you drove along, swapping a couple of hours in.

Loud music turned up high, singing at the top of your lungs together into the cold night air with the windows rolled down, only the moons and stars as your witnesses, and the two of you couldn't have been happier. You rarely ever actually crossed another car, your headlights being the only ones to light up the roads as you went along, before finally you were crossing the signs letting you know you were now entering San Francisco, loud cheers from you both and high fives being shared.

By the time you were pulling up to the bridge, the sun rays were just beginning to creep back into the night sky, preparing to welcome in another day, a few minutes to spare as you jumped up and out of the car. You were dragging him out of his seat before he’d even properly turned off the car, having to pull you to a halt just to be able to disentangle the keys from the ignition, closing the door to keep the warmth in as the car sat nestled under some trees to keep it dark once the sun came up. Both of your hands were wrapped tightly around one of his, pulling him with you watch out tightly over the bridge, and his thumb smoothed over your skin as you waited.

“You’re practically buzzing.” He mumbled, and you shoved his arm lightly, but kept him close, tilting your face up towards him as he pressed his lips to your cheek in a sweet kiss.

“I’m excited!”

“You’re fucking adorable is what you are.” He whispered, and you turned your head towards him, rubbing the tips of your noses together, and he sighed out happily against you, letting you twist in his arms until you were facing him entirely, and you stepped in closer, pressing yourself up to him once again and letting his arms encase you, feeling him wrapped around every single part of you as you existed in this moment. “You’re going to miss it.”

Your head turned away from him, watching out as golden light began to spill across the horizon in puddles or warmth and bright joy, spilling out over the land and switching the faint darkness to pretty early morning light, your breath catching in your throat as you watched it. Large hands were soothing up and down over you back, and you tightened your own around him, pulling yourself in as close to him as you could possibly get, and feeling his heart thudding against his chest, slow and steady, yet strong as it worked, and you were sure he could feel yours too.

Resting your cheek to his shoulder, he tucked his chin atop your head, and you pressed in a little deeper, suppressing the yawn that you were wanting to release. At this moment, you knew you’d never been happier, not a care in the world as you watched the sun rise up and back into the sky once again. You were on the drip you had always dreamed of going on, and you had some company in unexpected ways, and yet you realised your heart felt full, being able to share everything with someone else, someone whom you hoped would be around with you for a long time.

“It’s so pretty.”

He didn’t give you a verbal reply, his chest rumbling with his acknowledgement though, a sound you knew to be in agreement, and you twisted your head up, pressing your lips to where you could reach, the underside of his jaw and the edge of his cheek. When the sun had finally moved up above the boundary where the sky met the land entirely, you pulled back to look at him, his arms loosening a little around you.

You shook off another yawn, keeping your lips sealed closed but not missing the chuckle he let out as he pushed some hair back and out of your face. As you watched warm honey-coloured eyes twinkle in the early morning light, you could finally read what that look in his eyes was. It was vulnerability, letting his walls down when he looked at you, when he was around you, risking letting someone else in when he was so nervous to even allow himself to grow close to someone else again.

“You’re tired. Let’s get you to bed, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, okay.” You whispered, a hand finding his cheek as you watched him, before giving up on everything else within you, and pulling his face down to meet your own. His lips were soft and yet a little chapped, slightly raw from all the anxious biting he did on them but he pressed back onto you just as powerfully upon realising what was happening. A breathy noise left him, his mouth moving fluidly over your own as his hands tightening infinitely on your body, and you gasped a little into his mouth.

He dipped you back a little, leaning over you as your hands cupped his face, fingers pressing into his cheeks and jaw as you clung to him, and you pulled back for a gasping breath, before diving into his mouth once again. He was just as eager to meet you, this one no longer the needy and hurried kiss that your first had been, but a longer and more sensual kiss.

This one was teasing drags of lips and flicks of tongues that never went further, it was bumps of noses and needy whines that only made the two of you shift and pull closer, your hands in his hair, and you were smiling into his mouth. When he finally pulled back, your skin was stinging a little from rubbing against the rough stubble lining his cheeks, and your lips were swollen and raw from the kisses, but you loved every second of it as you panted for breath.

“Woah.” You grinned at his words, pecking his lips once again as he happily returned it, and he nuzzled his nose against your cheek. “I forgot how exhilarating first kisses could be.”

“Nah, that’s just me.”

He rolled his eyes fondly, before dipping down to steal another kiss from you. “Maybe so, but it was still a pretty epic first kiss, right?”

“Oh, definitely.” He nodded, before navigating you back to the car, helping you up and into the back. You didn’t even bother to get out of your clothes, simply kicking off your shoes and running a makeup wipe across your skin, before finally getting comfortable on the mattress and settling under the covers. He followed afterwards, his body becoming one with your own as his legs tangled with you won and your arms wrapped up together.

“I can’t believe it's only been three weeks, and you've changed my life so radically that I have no idea how to go back to who I was being before.” You looked up at him, urging him to continue on, but not without lifting a hand to settle over his chest, feeling his puff up underneath you as he pressed into your touch. “I never thought about travelling before. I had so many plans, I wanted that perfect job and big career and deluxe apartment, and when I was with Katrina, that seemed like the perfect plan. But now I know what I would have been missing out on, and while I was in pain for a long time, I kinda’ feel like this was the path I was always supposed to be on.”

“That’s so poetic.” You whispered, and he chuckled, nodding his head and simply setting into quiet beside you. Nothing else needed to be said, it wasn’t a conversation, it was simply a statement, and not one that needed anything else to be returned, he just wanted it to be put out there, for you to hear it and to know.

With fingers on your chin, he pulled your lips up to his, something along the lines of contentment sounding in the back of his throat, before he was pulling back. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

You grinned, rolling him over a little and hitching one leg up and around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder as he crooked his arm, running his fingers through your hair gently, the other hand closing over your knee and squeezing tightly.

After your moment atop the hill overlooking the bridge, the two of you had gone on almost exactly the same as you had before, the only difference being that of the kisses he would occasionally press to your lips as a surprise. He was affectionate, and attentive, and you felt like you were gaining a little more information on the man you were with every single time you spoke.

Opening himself back up to the world somehow seems like a troubling task for him, and yet he was doing it so seamlessly that you’d think he’d never had an issue in the first place. The end of the week was spent in San Francisco, the two of you sleeping in late thanks to such a late night, and spending almost an hour deliberating over what you wanted to do. When it was settled, however, it was on spending the remainder of the day at the Golden Gate Park, a picnic in hand with bits you’d bought from a local sandwich shop and a blanket pulled out from the back of the car.

His insistence was that it would be romantic, and that after the kiss you had shared, a romantic date was in order, but it had ended up being so much more. You had started the day with trailing through Walmart, a cart in hand and a lot of unusual looks being thrown your way as the two of you constructed what was possibly the most unusual collection of belongings in the cart that existed. You had drinks for your picnic, as well as an absurd amount of dried snacks and bottled drinks, and then came the oddities.

Period pads, a starling amount of batteries, almost half of the shelf of hand sanitiser, antibacterial wipes and cotton pads, and you were certain people were beginning to wonder if you were hoarding for an apocalypse. You didn’t bother with bags, knowing it all had a storage place in the vehicle anyway, and so you opted instead to simply spend a little while unpacking it into the back, with you sitting cross-legged on the mattress, and doing the best to catch all the items that were thrown at you in high speeds. You caught at least the first ten, maybe even fifteen, before they were beginning to pile up, and you had laid back in the bedding, giggling as he continued to stack them up atop you, leaving you buried under the pile of groceries until the cart was empty, and you were left to be uncovered as he swept them aside.

Sorting them through from the box atop the car, the glove box, the back of seat pockets and all of the little storage bins you had in the back of the car, and getting yourselves set, leaving a lot of snacks and drinks for yourselves in the front seat for when you got on the road later. You had a long drive ahead of you in the night, but the sun was still shining, and so you took your sandwiches and your blanket, and headed down to your next location.

The trip through the park had begun with his hand nervously wrapped around yours, and a chance to stop for several photos along the way, before pausing at each small but beautiful attraction. You walked around the chain of lakes one time, and then looped halfway around again to find somewhere to settle down.

You laid out the blanket, pinning it down at the corners with your shoes and the basket, before you were laying out across it. His shadow fell over you, and you were left to look up at him as he sat beside you, blowing a piece of hair out of your face. He grinned, leaning down to place a nervous but endearing kiss to your lips, before sitting back up and turning towards the basket to hide the dopey grin on his face, that he wasn’t quite fast enough to cover from you.

“Food now, or sunbathing first?”

“Food. Gimme’ my sandwich.” You made grabby hands, and he linked one of his with your own, lifting you up to sit beside him. Your sandwich was passed to you, your shoulder’s bumping as you did, and the two of you stared out across the lake, watching as ducks swam and wandered around the outside, throwing in bits of grapes and seeds for them whenever they swam close. You had some more of the snacks from the car to fill you up, this being what would turn out to be the only meal the two of you had today, and so you are more than eager to fill up on it.

There was a tray of cupcakes to follow, four different flavours, two each, ones that you’d picked out from the glass casing of pretty swirls of icing and toppings of glitter in the baked good section while your sandwiches were being prepared. There was a mixture of dark chocolate and coffee overwhelming your taste buds right now, a simple vanilla icing to tone it back down, and it was like heaven in a cake wrapper, your eyes drifting closed for a second.

“I want to move here, so I can eat this exact type of cupcake for the rest of myself.”

“That good, huh?” Mitch glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a glint crossing his features, and he took a sip of his drink, brows raised in questioning, and you took another large bite.

“Wan’ try some?” You tried not to let crumbs fall from your mouth as you spoke through the bite, swallowing your mouthful as you held it up to him, and he nodded his head.

“Would love to.” He leaned down, and you held it up to his face, but he bypassed the sweet treat entirely. His tongue trailed along the bottom of your lip, swiping up icing that had gotten smeared there, before his lips were encasing yours, and you squeaked at the feeling.

This kiss was different, all your others had been shy and nervous, and yet he seemed more confident this time around. His mouth teased over yours as his hand came up, holding your jaw firmly, and you trembled a little under his hold as his tongue dipped out to trace the seam of your lips, tempting you to pry them open for him, and you couldn't resist. There was still a caramel taste lingering in his mouth from the salted caramel and fudge flavoured treat that he’d been enjoying himself, and you felt your entire body sag underneath him at the slow drag of your tongues together.

He grinned, not missing the whine you let out, his lips twisting up a little from where they were pressed to yours, and he put a little more effort into the kiss. The glide of tongues and lips, the way he seemed to suck the air out of your lungs, pulling back for only a second to catch his breath before diving back into you, and the subtle grazes of teeth over soft flesh, you felt like your heart was about to burst right out of you chest as your mind spun. He finally pulled back, nibbling a little on your lower lip and leaving you breathless as he settled back into his own place. “You’re right, that is good.”

“That was so smooth.”

Your words came out like a whisper on a hoarse through, and he snickered to himself at the mess you’d become, before he was offering you a sip of your drink and a lazy wink to go with it, flustered heat flashing up across your face.

You got a few more kisses throughout your picnic, and several more as you went back to the car, but once the heat began to fade, and the eight-hour drive to Portland was hanging over your head, you were soon to get on the road and towards the highway. You were only one day into whatever it was that you were becoming with Mitch, but it was already making you feel like this trip was going to become a whole new set of memories than what you’d thought it would be.

On your third hour of driving, swapping over to place you in the driver’s seat, Mitch had reached a hand out, cautious at first, as to where the limits lay and what he was allowed to do, brushing the back of his knuckles along your thighs while you were talking. He continued to place patterns into your skin, your lips forming something between a smile and smirk as you watched him but didn’t say anything, letting him take his time.

He finally worked his nerve up, settling his hand flat over your skin, and squeezing gently, pausing in what he was saying to look at you and make sure it was okay, and you took a hand from the wheel, placing it over his and holding him there, letting him know that it was okay. He was reserved and shy, and while everything on the outside of him exuded collected and confidence, a stone wall with no cracks, inside he was simply full of brightness and warmth, soft and unsure and just trying to work out exactly who he was once again, now that his world had flipped him upside down and left him with no other choices.

He was set on a certain path, and it was a job that brought him satisfaction, to protect and defend and to save lives, and while it was hard on him - both physically and mentally - it also brought with it a kind of gratitude that he had for himself, an appreciation that he’d picked up on his life and moved on, despite what had happened, and you could certainly respect that. Around the sixth hour, you swapped back over, a final few hours drive as you crawled into the passenger seat, googling places that the two of you would be able to stop at, and his hand found your thigh once again.

There was a truck stop that left you just an hour or so outside of the city, and it seemed better than nothing, having a few small diners and cafés around it that you would be able to use for breakfast in the morning, but it left you with no place to wash up. Teeth were cleaned with bottles of water on the side of the parking space and your face was scrubbed with makeup wipes, dumping all of the waste into a trashcan, and taking turners to change in the back.

The heaters left the car heated, but not warm enough for a comfortable level of sleep, having kept the A/C going too to ensure you didn’t get sleepy behind the wheel, and while you knew that the car would inevitably warm back up in a few minutes now that it was sealed up tight and secure, you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to cuddle up close to the man you found yourself beginning to care deeply for.

His arms were held out wide for you, and you lifted the blankets, settling against his chest and ignoring the flicker in your chest when his arms sealed you up tightly, one hand weaving into your hair and stroking over his softly, his lips brushing your forehead, and the other drawing unintelligible patterns over the shirt on your back.

The next three days seemed to fly past you in some kind of a blur, everything up to Seattle just tickling on by like a flash, a dream that you wake up from a little too early leaving you wondering what happened before you raised you’ve overslept, and have to rush away from it all.

In Portland, the two of you took time out from your busy tour to go and see the Lan Su Chinese Botanical Garden. It was full of beautiful culture and tranquillity, soft music and the sounds of the little waterfalls and fountains, the smells of all the different flowers in the air being like that of a floral burst, and you felt as though stepping through that gates had taken you to a whole new place. It was incredible, and soothing, and you felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders simply by being there. You didn’t let go of Mitch’s hand once, letting him guide you through as you inspected every piece of architecture and decoration as you went, stopping to take photos with everything that you could.

There was a cosy little spot that you discovered not too far from it for your lunch too, the day flying you by before you’d even realised it, the afternoon already having been rolling around, and so your sightseeing around the large city had come next. You held onto Mitch the entire time, sensing when he was becoming overwhelmed by the crowds and loud noise, despite the fact that he refused to voice it, and you hadn't missed the way that the posters for the exhibit of an old war submarine had caught his eye.

You went, and you looked around and learned, and he seemed to be truly in his element then, soaking up every single piece of information he could, poking at things as you went around and telling you excitedly about all the different things. You couldn't care less about submarines, but with the way his face lit up and the passion in his voice as he explained all the indifferent workings and machines or you, it would be hard for anyone not to give him their full attention, your cheeks aching from how much you smiled while simply listening to him talk.

You had a few more things to get ready for sending home, and so you stopped off to grab shipping labels and boxes at a crafts store you had passed, the two of you making sure you’d checked off everything for Portland from your mental bucket lists. With supplies in the back and your playlist ready to go, the two of you were sitting at the front of the car, your map out as you carefully turned dots along the road into crosses with a sharpie pen, mapping out your progress so far, and trying to come up with ideas for what you wanted to do with the beginning half of your day tomorrow, before driving some of the distance up to Seattle.

You had settled on the dam, knowing that you had some of the drive to do anyway, and so you could travel towards it and your next destination once you were on the road. That night was spent boxing up your trinkets and labelling them, getting distracted each time you felt his eyes lingering on you for too long, or each time he looked so incredible while doing the simplest of tasks, like writing an address on a parcel, and it often ended with delicate kisses being shared that took you away from the task at hand. You eventually finished your work, and went to bed, with stinging lips and wide smiles.

Your first job on your second day had been to deliver the mail, stopping by in the post office at a machine that printed pictures from your phone into postcards, and you selected a couple of the pictures from your camera roll, before settling on one of the one’s you’d taken at the beach in California, pushing a note into the machine and printing it off, scribbling a quick note onto the paper, before taking that away to be delivered too. It didn’t take long to reach the Bonneville Dam, and you could hear the roaring floods of water as soon as you stepped out of the car.

It was misty in the air, leaving your clothes and skin slightly damp, from the water that had been thrown up, and the two of you had tried to make wishes on the water. You didn’t want to throw in coins, and so instead you each found twigs that had fallen to the ground from the trees lining the fences, chucking them in and mentally projecting your desires, watching as they disappeared into the water and were carried away quickly by the rapidly moving flow. You could walk along the full length, from the higher grounds with calmer moving waters, to places lower down where the water was crashing and creating noise, spraying up in your faces if you got too close, and you were sure you were going to have to change clothes once you got back to the car, just to be comfortable for the trip you had ahead.

Once you were finished looking out over the water itself and wandering up and down, you had moved onto the ‘fish hatchery’ next door, the serene ambience inside making you relax once again. Ponds and little waterfalls field with pretty fishes of all different colours, ranging from trout, to salmon, to sturgeon.

It felt like the fish section of the pet store, quieter than all other areas, lit up with bubbling tans and decorations, as well as lights that complemented the shine on each fish, the silent swish of them within their waters, and it was like a kind of therapy, numbing you both into nothing but harmony.

There were several footpaths that you could take, a bag of fish food in your hand that was to share between you both, handfuls of the pellets and flakes being sprinkled into the water, watching as they came up to the surface to nibble on their meal, and you repeated the process at every tank you passed by, until the bag was empty, and you were certain you had seen every single one.

You had reached Seattle by the late evening, grabbing a drive-thru dinner once again, this time from In-N-Out, sitting on the hood of the car, the recently turned off engine under the metal keeping you both warm, and you’d already changed into your pyjamas. You had found somewhere to actually be able to shower, taking a long steam under the hot water, scrubbing yourself down from head to toe until you felt fresh again, and it left you able to sit up atop the car with your burger and fries, feeling refreshed as you looked toward your next day.

The secret TV nerd buried deep within him had suggested the two of you checked out the ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ filming locations, before revealing that he loved medical dramas even more than romantic comedies, and had pretty much seen everything that had come out before a couple of years ago, and you promised to catch up with him on everything he’s missed since joining the Orion team as soon as you got home. That particular suggestion had earned you some kisses, the taste of ketchup on his mouth and the slight sting of salt on his lips, but you revelled in it nonetheless, leaning into it and kissing him back just as firmly.

When you had imagined how your adventure would go, it never included sitting on the hood of your car and staring out at neon diner signs with greasy takeout food and sweet kisses, but you wouldn't change it for the world, every part of it only seeming to for perfectly into the memories you would never forget. The night had ended with a walk around the edge of the woods surrounding the driver’s spot that you’d pulled up to, staring up at the moon and stars until the cold had become too much, and you’d crashed in a heap of blankets and woven limbs.

The next day you did exactly as he had suggested, and the morning had consisted of taking a while to even find some of the filming locations. You drove around, and stopped for gas, getting out to take a quick look around the front of the hospital, which had deteriorated into a discussion that lasted for over an hour as you sat outside of the building with hot drinks in hand and discussed your favourite episodes.

The two of you even took a little Ferryboat journey out to Lopez Island, taking pictures on the water and doing a little shopping around there. You bought souvenirs and keychains, and grabbed some snacks to take back with you, before the light was beginning to fade, and you still had the drive to do to the base of the trails on Washington State Mountain.

That is exactly what led you to where you were now, sitting in the car and preparing yourself for bed, both of you searching through the box above the car to find your best clothes for a hike on Mount Rainier, and setting them out ready for yourselves. You also pre-packed your backpack with all the foods you would be eating for your lunch, as well as any necessities you may need for the trip, leaving in on the front sea with your best walking shoes, and waiting for Mitch to finish up as you played with the blankets.

He was ready not long after you, locking up the car, and flopping his body down, held by your side and half on top of you, muffling your complaints and giggles about being crushed with some simple goodnight kisses, mumbling the words into your mouth, before flicking off the flights filling the cabin around you both.

“Mitch! Will you hurry up!”

He scoffed, flipping you off absent-mindedly before going back to tying up his boots, tucking the edge of his jeans down into them and you groaned loudly as he moved to retie the other shoe, and you were certain that at this point he was doing it just to tease you. You tore your gaze away from the beautiful forestry before yourself, and turned back to take quick steps towards the car.

“You are taking, like, two hundred years to tie yo-” Digits sealed on the sides of your jaw, a thumb and forefinger holding tightly, and pulling your mouth down to meet his, a quick and simple kiss pressed to your lips, but it was enough to have you feeling a little shocked, words dying in your mouth as his lips worked with your own slowly, and left you pouting when he pulled away.

“Patience is a virtue.”

His words were whispered against your lips, and you grinned, bumping the tip of your nose with his, before pressing another quick to peck to his mouth, a happy sound rumbling in the back of his throat at the affection. “Not one that I possess when it comes to hiking.”

“Remind me again why we’re doing a seven-mile hike?” He raised his brows, standing up in front of the car and pulling out the backpack that had your lunch and drinks in it, swinging it up onto his body and locking the car.

“Mountain goats.”

“Right, that’s it.” He huffed, struggling to tuck the keys into one of the pockets as his arms twisted behind him, but he seemed to manage it, sealing the keys in the bag too and rolling his neck from side to side. “And what if we walk seven whole miles, and the mountain goats don’t feel like frolicking in sight today?”

“Then you get the absolute luxury of four hours of time with me.”

He grinned, and you held your hand out to him, his fingers linking through your own as the two of you set off along the well-marked trail, and when you turned to him, he was smirking down at you, running a hand through slightly too long hair, pushing it back and out of his face. “Wouldn’t I get that anyway? We are on a road trip, I’ve had a whole month of uninterrupted, quality, bonding time with you.”

“Stop being such a sourpuss, Rapp. Hiking is fun, and you’re going to love it.”

“That sounds like a threat.” He snickered, your elbow digging into his side as you laughed in reply. “Was that a suggestion or a command?”

“A command, you’re legally obligated to enjoy your time with me, if you want me to cuddle with you at night.” His face flushed with a little heat, cheeks going slightly pink, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he tried to hold in his smile, and you liked the more playful side of Mitch that had been revealing itself to you over these last few days. “You’re cute when you blush.”

“You’re cute anyway. It’s also cute that you think you’d be able to stay away from me all night, I know you love it when I do that thing on your scalp.” Your eyes fluttered shut, a happy sigh leaving you at the memories of his fingers digging gently into your skin and soothing through your hair at night as the two of you slept. “How about we call it a truce, and you let me have half of your red-velvet cupcake when we get to the halfway point?”

“Deal.” You grinned, and he dipped down, sealing the promise with a short kiss, and the trail picked up a little more as the trees overhead finally met the path, the sun being clouded out just a little as the concrete fell away to mud and twig underfoot, marked out for your pathway.

It was beautiful, the woods fading away into beautiful fields, flowers filling the grass in all kinds of colours, a rainbow of pretty petals and the perfect scene for a photo shoot, the two of you alternating between snaps and selfies, until you were certain you had taken one from every possible angle, and couldn’t need anymore. You stayed on the pathways to protect the protected plants, the nature being guarded carefully to keep it as serene and beautiful, and you would have hated to mess any of it up. One the other slopes began to come into view, clearly, you were - in fact - able to spot mountain goats, watching them graze slowly along the ridges, and tapping at Mitch’s arm, letting him roll his eyes fondly as he looked to the animals, but his eyes were fixed on them until they were no longer in view as you continued to walk.

It was like a break from reality, snapping out of it long enough for Mitch to convince himself that this was the kind of exercise he liked to partake in, that blisters were on his feet from hiking boots and the sting in his throat was from panting hot air, instead of calloused and cut up hands from boxing bags and sparring, and ripped raw throats from accidentally inhaling smoke from fires and the gunpowder essence in the air after firing out his shots.

You were able to convince yourself that this was a life you led regularly, getting the chance to go out simply be a part of nature, that the nature you weren’t exposed to the most was the woods around your uncle’s home as you patched him or other recruits up from serious injuries, and that when you pulled on a pair of boots, it wasn’t for the purpose of running and hiding from someone who had a grudge to hold against your family.

It was peaceful, your hand never leaving his, warm palms growing slightly sweaty as the exertion only grew, but you stayed attached, chatting about things that had no meaning at all and seemed to flitter away into irrelevance as the topics changed continuously. When the call for food and a break became overwhelming, you came to a halt, finding a nice patch of grass to sit under, tree canopies overhead and leaving a cool shade to shelter you from the warm midday heat that had taken over.

You ate, and laughed, and shared food out between you both, laying down in the grass and simply watching the clouds move past in the sky. Your head was cushioned on his arm, the rest of it bent at the elbow to sit over your shoulder, fingers linked with your own. His lips had pressed to your forehead, and you had twisted, kissing along the stubble lining his jaw until you reached his lips, the minutes turning into almost an hour as the two of you took that break in your hike, sweet kisses becoming something more heated.

Like a Shakespeare play, the hazy summer atmosphere seemed like a novel-worthy layout. Butterflies fluttering through the sky and flowers dancing in the breeze, birds chirping overhead, and nothing or nobody to bother the two of you. Your mouth had met his first, a surprised but content noise-making itself known in the back of his throat, before he’d been more than eager to return it, his lips moulding with your own in a series of soft and caring affections.

He had rolled towards you a little, his body shadowing over your own and blocking the sun out from your eyes, and your other hand slipped up to tangle into his hair as you found yourself laying back down against the cushioning of his arm. His other hand was holding your face, fingers smoothing your hair out of the way so that he could hold onto your cheek. Your head met the bare strands of grass when he’d shifted a little more, his body covering your own entirely as he under that hand to support himself, the one from your cheek moving from your body a little to find your hip as his tongue met your own.

Teasing at your lips and tracing your mouth, it was slow and passionate, learning one another in a more intimate way, taking the time out and just enjoying the warmth of the sun and the feel of sturdy grass pressing into your skin as your mouths worked together. Gasps for breath and clumsy bumps of noses and foreheads as you worked on a rhythm that would work for you both, until his hand was trembling from holding him up, and your lips were stinging from the overactivity, your sensitive skin scratched up along your face, and his own wet lips made a lazy grin.

A thumb had run over your lips, clearing the shining spit away from them, and placing a final peck there, before he was groaning out in relief at taking the weight from his arm, flopping back down into the grass beside you and slinging a hand over his face to block out the sun rays shining down.

“Fuck, I missed that.”

“What exactly was that for?” your voice was raspy, and you popped your elbow up, head resting on your hand and one hand coming to rest to his chest, his hand closing over yours as you drew patterns into his shirt.

“Y’ looked cute. I like kissing.” He licked at his lips, dragging his teeth over swollen red flesh, but your gaze seemed to unlock something more in him, because the happy sigh he let out shrugging his shoulders a little and pulling you closer to him to press your cheek to his shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck. “Y’know, a month ago I felt empty. Hollow, like nothing mattered. Hopeless.”

“Mitch..”

“No, no. That’s not how I feel now.” He offered you a sweet smile when you leaned up to look down at him, and a hand found your neck, sitting delicately on the side and thumb smoothing along your jaw sweetly. “Things are coming back up to the surface that I didn’t know were buried, things I thought I’d lost and would never get back, and yet you came in and brush the dust off of everything, like going into the attic in your childhood home and seeing all your long-forgotten memories, and things that made you smile.”

“Like what?”

He gave you a small smile, his eyes leaving your own to go up to the sky, and he let out a long breath. “Lots of things. I always wanted to see Italy, and the first time I went, it was to kill people. I didn’t get to do anything I wanted to do, so I think that might go pretty high up on the bucket list.”

“I always wanted to go to France.” You replied, and he nodded his head, sighs seeming to glaze over as he thought about it all, and he squeezed you in his arms, before sitting up and shaking his head clear of grass strands and stray dirt.

“Maybe our next road trip can be around Europe.”

“Our next one?” He nodded his head, standing up and brushing himself down before holding his hands out to you. Pulling you up to your feet, his eyes seemed to all but sparkle with mischief and cheek, and you freed up one hand from his to brush through his hair, watching as he picked grass and flowers from your own strands, before you were rolling up onto the tips of your toes to kiss his nose. It was adorable that he blushed when you did, and that his eyes fluttered his lips parting to let out a relieved breath and getting back as much affection in return to what he liked to dish out, but it was even more adorable that he was even thinking about another road trip.

You swiped up the bag when he let you go, packing up all of your rubbish and clearing it away and zipping it up, lifting it onto your back as your arms were pushed through the sleeves. “You want me to carry the bag?”

“Nope, I want you to carry me.” Your hands found his shoulders, propelling yourself up onto his back and your arms wrapped around his neck while your legs were around his waist. He let out a sudden laugh, bouncing you up a little further as large hands gripped at your thighs, before pulling you up a little more on his back. Your chin rested on his shoulder, letting him carry you as you began to navigate the rest of the trek.

The arrows guided you along, a fun and light mood hanging over you both as you went along, letting him bounce you and jostle you until you clung to him for dear life. He carried you for longer than you expected him to, before eventually letting you down when you insisted that if he didn’t he would hurt himself. You had flowers tucked into your hair and his picking them up and putting them back every time he shook them out with a scowl, before he’d resigned to letting you do so, only getting rid of them when the trees cleared and the campsite you had parked up at came back into place once again.

The walk back had been more than incredible, just as fantastic as the first half had been, and you made sure to get plenty of photos as you went. Pink was lining his skin now, over the tips of his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, a little dryness coming along your own skin from where neither of you had remembered to apply sunscreen before setting off, but it was all worth it, the slightly sun-kissed patches would only serves as a reminder for the day you’d had.

The car was a welcome relief when you finally found it, though, because what had been a four-hour hike when you’d looked it up had been over six between the two of you, taking your time and watching as the sun had risen overhead and dipped back down on the other side. Your feet were aching and your toes felt pinched from the boots, and the second you had the door open and you were able to hop up into the passenger seat, you were kicking them off with a grunt.

They were dropped unceremoniously in the footwell with the bag, your body curling into the warm fabric of the passenger seat as it called out to you, a yawn making its presence known as it ripped free, undeterred when you covered it with your hand, the sun having left the car perfectly warm for you.

“The drive to Idaho is long, y’know. We have to go right around the mountains.”

You simply nodded, before reaching out to him, pulling him in closer with a fistful of his jumper, until he was bracing his hand on the top of the car and chuckling at your whines as you attempted to pull him even closer. “Take a nap with me first.”

“In the passenger seat?”

“Yeah. ‘S warm.” You rubbed at the spot, and he considered it for a second, before letting out a huff. It was awkward to navigate, his hands scooping up under you and moving you across to the driver’s seat from a second, before he was settling into the seat himself, and closing the door. Locking it up behind himself, you watched as the chair was tipped back until it was laying as far as it could with the other seats flattened behind it, and he situated himself comfortably.

Patting at his parted thighs, his eyes had closed, head tipped back comfortably, and you crawled across into his lap. Your back was to the door, leaning against it, and legs stretched across him to the seat you had just abandoned, calves pressing to the centre console. It was slightly uncomfortable, but all of it went out of the window when his arms closed around you, one hand tucking under the edge of your shirt to sit on your bare skin, as the other wrapped around you and held you in close to his body.

“Drive in a few hours?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” His voice was laced with sleep now, and it was lulling you into your own rest, unconsciousness beginning to take over, and you happily let it, Idaho calling out to you both after you’d taken a well-deserved nap together.

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