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crazyco0tz · 23 days

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{ calling SVT pretty }

Maknae!line

Warnings: suggestive, insecurity, not proof read, cussing

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*Seokmin

Another boy who is insecure about his looks sometimes, he has convinced himself that he looks funny especially his facial features. But you can’t have that so when you found him in the bathroom looking disgusted in the mirror you had to comfort him

He is currently poking around his face while staring intently at the mirror, he pushed up his nose then tried fixing his cheeks before he caught a glimpse of you in the mirror, he quickly withdrawal his hand from his face before a small hum left his throat; “hey y/n.” you were so gentle with your response you could make him cry. “What did we say about doing that to yourself?” He looks down from embarrassment “to not torture myself like that anymore..” he shyly responded

You nod your head in response “that’s right, you are as pretty as they come baby” you reach up to grab his cheek between your fingers. He looks away timidly. “You really this I’m pretty” he asked not making eye contact.

“Yes I do, cmon now you say it in the mirror” he turns around to face the mirror again before sighing. “I am as pretty as they come” he mumbled almost inaudible. He looks back at you wondering what he’s supposed to do now.

“Come on let’s go cuddle pretty boy~” you tease to get a smile on his face, which worked

*Mingyu

He is obsessed with your compliments, especially when you tease him with it, it drives him crazy. You’ll just drop a compliment or two then tease the fuck out of him for blushing

You and min were hanging out with a few other members, which you do often since you find them really dear friends, which also means your comfortable joking infront of them even at the expense of your lover

You were sitting next to your boyfriend while laughing at some silly joke one of the others made. After the laugh was over you turn to mingyu to admire his red cheeks and slightly teary eyes from laughing a little to hard. You reach over to pinch his cheek which caused him to freeze and let out a nervous laugh; “ah look at that pretty face” you tease causing the others to bust out laughing again while making his poor face even redder

He smacks your hand away before covering his face to silently cry (in a good way) he whispered “don’t do this now y/nnie…” ever so softly just enough for you to hear. “Oh why not?” You speak softly in his ear causing him to shiver in timidness.

He finally admitted defeat and releases his hands from his face with a goofy smile on his face trying to be a good sport about being teased by you.

“Ah come on y/n dont you think that’s a little bit meann?” Someone mentioned between their laughter causing you to smack your knee and comedically respond with “oh trust me I’ve done much worse at home~” which made mingyu basically launch out of the room with you shortly behind laughing so hard you thought you were going to faint. Leaving everyone else either confused or crying of laughter

*Minghao

He lovessss being called pretty especially in intimate moments. Like after you kiss him so hard he loses his train of thought just to call him pretty after kills him (in a good way)

He came home from a very boring day and all he wanted was you. The second he got home he begged for some long kisses while you pet his hair, it always relaxes him so you couldn’t say no

“Come here then~” you pur, patting the space next to you to coerce the boy over. He wasted no time jumping in the spot and immediately latched his lips onto your refusing to pull away. You swung your arm around his back to nudge him closer before softly guiding your hand up to his

hair. He whimpered lowly at your touch since it gave him so much comfort

No doubt this escalated to a small make out which you didn’t mind. After a solid 6 minutes of constant kisses you pull away while minghao leaves his mouth agap due to tiredness. You bring your hand that was previously on his hair to close his mouth and to softly graze over his swollen lips. You unintentionally let out a small “pretty” while leaning back in for one more kiss

The first thing he did when you pulled away for the last kiss was hug you; “thank you jagi” he mumbled into your shoulder before slowly drifting off to sleep in your arms.

Once he fell asleep you didn’t stop with your compliments.

“Pretty boy” “cutie” “perfect” “amazing” that kinda stuff. Little did you know a smile crept up onto his face ( he was never asleep )

*Seungwan

He prides himself in not letting your “silly compliments” get to him no matter what, but sometimes he just can’t hold it and flutters in flattery when he hear your sweet compliments. He will never admit it actually made him bothered since he’s not that “desperate”

“Why are you glaring at me pretty boy? I just want to show you how much I love you” he scoffs “by trying to get a rise out of me with silly compliments, it’s not gunna work baby.” He coos not wanting to sound actually mad. You aren’t going to give up on making him feel special so you slide your body right up against his while his arms cross in protest

You grab onto his arm for more leverage before whispering “why won’t you let me spoil you, pretty?” Right in his ear. He gasps releasing his cross arms to push on your body, attempting to fight it but it was too late. He avoided eye contact to not make it worse which you shot down quickly. You reach up your hand to force eye contact out of him which practically broke him, all he could do was hide away, which is what he did

He had no shame in hiding in your neck. Later ( like always ) he denies everything that that happened, “oh please I would never hide away in your neck you’re making things up” he gloats. He seriously acts like nothing ever happened.

*Vernon

He’s either very nonchalant about it or stops breathing, it all depends on how buttered up he is. Which honestly it isn’t hard to butter him up

You and Vernon were both chill on the couch, he was on his phone while you watched over his shoulder to see what he was doing. Obviously this got boring since all he’s doing is scrolling through photos. so you wanted to rile him up, one cuz you were bored, and two cuz you wanted some love.

You softly push yourself onto him more, you reach up to wrap your arm around his shoulders while your other hand drags up to his chest. He looks down as your arm and then you; “what’s up?” He asked cautiously just incase you were plotting something. The hand that was previously on his chest now risen up to his cheek to pull his face towards yours slowly. “I just wanted to admire my pretty boy” you whispered seductively.

He giggled softly before responding with a simple “ok”. He placed his phone down to focus fully on you, he pushed his head into the crook of your neck softly pecking at it causing you to laugh. You rest your head on the top of his head before gently petting his hair. Not long after he pulls always since he wanted a kiss but now you can really see why he was hiding in your neck, he was PINK. You bite your lip trying to stop yourself from laughing at the flushed boy.

He soon realized he’s red and starts to laugh himself, you both had a very cute moment just giggling over how red he got over your compliment, in the end he’s very appreciative that he has someone who can make him blush and feel special

Chan

He has no shame. He literally just asks for compliments whenever he wants one, and if you don’t comply he will have no hesitation getting bratty

“LOVE ME Y/NNN” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHANNIE?” “COMPLIMENT MEEE” he begs with the hardest puppy dog eyes ever “MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL” he huffs out in annoyance since he has to beg. “Ok ok jeez” you comply quite fast since you love him to death

You pat your leg signaling him to lay his head down. Once he does you claw your fingers through his hair to make him as comfy as possible. “Now let’s see what could I compliment you on other than you being perfect for me~” you flirtatiously look down at him. “Oh I know” you pinch his nose “your pretty facee” he giggles at your tone before grabbing onto your hand; “say more!!” You chuckle at his eagerness “spoiled boy.”

You go on and onnn about how perfect he is for you. He absolutely loves compliments even if he has to beg. But let’s say you maybe aren’t in the mood for compliments? Oh then he turns into the brattiest boy. Huffing around saying you don’t love him anymore, basically just a little shit but don’t worry you always fix his attitude~ but mostly it’s just easier to give him whatever he wants since he is your pretty boy!

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I actually finish it yall!!!!!

I am in the Zone so more reactions coming soon🥰🥰

Byee sweetiesss

#kpop fluff #kpop reactions #seventeen fluff #seventeen reaction #seventeen #lee seokmin #mingyu #minghao #seungkwan #vernon #svt dino

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lxdymoon0357 · 4 months

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I need to comfort Minho…and give him a hug…and and and…and I need to tell him he’s sosososososososo loved and he needs a huggggggh

(Same...mentions of reader being richer than wookyung, also yes inspired by Glacier in March! also drabble, so short... T^T and so shitty...I hate myself, anyways enjoy!!!)

Someone to love me...

Sighing...Minho sadly stood outside your house with you by his side, you huffing in annoyance from the heavy rain and storm which ruined your date night....

"...I'm so sorry darling....How can I make it up to you?" you say apologizing to him, you knew he often didn't get this free or if he did he didn't really like going out a lot, so he did a lot for this as it was a year anniversary as well...

"..No-no...you don't-don't need to make up to me, this is my fault.." he mumbled, his voice cracking in between as you sighed, you cupped his face and softly kissed his cheeks and wiped his glassy eyes threatening to leak tears "..I just...I planned a lot..and it's ruined...god...I'm sorry for crying..." he mumbled as she only cupped his cheeks and nuzzled your face into his neck,

"it's fine....It's not our fault, rain came today! We can still make it special!!" you say, trying to cheer him up which worked slightly as he smiled and nodded and you got your butler to prepare a car for you. You decided to go without a driver today, driving on your own as you didn't wanted to call up someone the next morning or something and drive anywhere ...

you both entered the house only to find Eunhoo ruined the house with Megumi cooing with him...Minho stared in horror while you were only fighting Eunhoo to get Megumi in your arms...you won!

"..MEGUMI NO!" Minho almost lost his soul as he picked up the kitty from the stove...Megumi apparently had no self preservation skills and was about to burn his paws on the stove because he just made TEA!

Almost dying as he pet the kitty softly, he walked out to the hall to join you and Eunhoo as you two gossiped and talked about everything. the moment you see Megumi, you get up and immediately coddle the kitten to death, being it's literal mother...

it seemed as though you loved Megumi than your own self, which you probably did cause you felt that the kitten could never do anything even when it peed on Minho in front of your eyes...and Megumi apparently knew you could never be mad at it so it dared to cause as much misfit as it could get away with...

as you started the movies and opened the many snacks and INSANELY expensive drinks you bought for Minho and Eunhoo saying "Oh, it was nothing, my sister was being a bitch so I guess this will give her a lesson, haha!!!" (the drinks are above 1000$....) the two were appalled and you forced them to drink it and finally they did...sighing, you cuddled between the two with Megumi somewhere nearby doing something...as you finished the movie and started another one, and another one and yet another...

Laying your head on Minho's lap while Eunhoo was already passed out from drinking too much and eating too much with Megumi also sleeping a top of him, it's butt on Eunhoo's face...

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w2soneshots · 8 days

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Can you make more of dad Simon and him freeking out wheb he has to be alone with the baby while we ste at the doctors. And he brings the baby boy to side cats bc he is not calming down

Baby boy -Miniminter

Words: 0.6k+

Warnings: none.

In which Simon looks after your baby for the first time by himself, when he’s struggling he goes to the boys for help.

a/n: i love this. enjoy!🫶🏼

"Ok, the bag with everything he needs is on the table, his lunch is in the fridge and try to put him down for his nap by 2." I said to Simon as I rushed to get my shoes on. We recently became parents to a beautiful baby boy. Simon has been amazing so far but today I have a meeting that I can't miss so he's looking after Oscar for the day. I tried to lay everything out ready for him to attempt to calm his nerves. He knows everything that I told him already but when he gets stressed I know his mind goes blank. "I love you, have fun!" I quickly kissed both of my boys on the cheek then left.

Simon's pov:

"I can do this. Everything is gonna be fine." I tried to reassure myself. I sat on the couch and got comfy, rocking Oscar back and forth gently. After just an hour he began hysterically crying. "Shh, it's ok daddy's here, shh. Please." I pleaded to the small but extremely loud baby in my arms. I've already tried changing his nappy, giving him some of his lunch (he wanted nothing to do with it) and putting him down for his nap a little early but he just continued to cry.

I couldn't call y/n because she's in the middle of a very important meeting. So I text the boys: "guys I don't know what to do he won't stop fucking crying😫" I got a reply almost immediately "we're just about to film for the pod, bring him here?" Tobi text. I sighed in relief "you sure? I don't want him to disturb you" "yes mate, I've been wanting to see him for ages!!" Harry replied. I quickly got myself and Oscar ready, grabbed the bag y/n had thankfully packed for me and left.

The drive felt like torture, I was desperately trying to focus on the road while a screaming baby wiggled in the back seat. When I finally parked up outside the tall building where we film more sidemen and things for side+ I quickly got out and grabbed Oscar from the back. When I got inside I checked in and apologised for the interruption, thankfully everyone was really nice about it. "How can someone this little make such a loud noise?" I thought to myself as the lift came to a stop.

"Hey! I could hear you coming from down the hall." Tobi said once I made it to the office. "Yea." I replied tiredly. "Oscar!" Harry shouted, running up to us "oh nelly. Can I hold him?" He asked. I nodded quickly. Harry gently took him from my arms and went to sit down in the side cast set. He stopped crying. I mentally thanked Harry. "How on earth does y/n do this, she's amazing" I thought. One of the team members brought me a coffee and I quickly drank it as I watched Harry gently rock Oscar. "I never knew you were so good with kids." Tobi spoke to the Guernsey boy. "Yea, before Oscar and Olive came about I assumed you didn't like em." I added. Harry chuckled quietly.

"The girls are gonna go crazy when they see that pod." Tobi said as we left, referring to the fact Harry sat with a baby the entire time we were filming and kept getting distracted by his light snoring. I laughed "one hundred percent." Harry sighed "well I better get home, see you boys tomorrow." I nodded "thank you guys, I seriously don't think I could have gotten through today if it wasn't for you." I said sincerely. "Don't sweat it, we know you'd do the same." Tobi stated.

When I got home I sat with Oscar until y/n got back. The door clicked and then opened "hey! How are my boys?" She said practically dropping everything in her hands. I sighed "good." She cocked her head slightly "not as easy as you thought?" "No definitely not." I replied. She giggled.

#simon minter x reader #simon minter #miniminter x reader #miniminter #fanfic #image #oneshot #sidemen #side cast #side+#dad!simon #x female reader #x fem!reader #x y/n #x you #x reader

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Eddie at a low point. Starting to believe he's actually a freak. Till he meets someone special who makes him see that he's not??? Idk I suck at this kinda thing lol

AN | When I say I made myself a little sad with this (but then patched it right up)! Comforting Eddie? Yes please 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Maybe taking a walk out late at night by yourself near the lake, lover’s lake, might not have been your best or brightest idea. But being inside had been stifling and you just had to get out and get some fresh air or you were sure that you were going to have a breakdown and lose it. You’d started off with going for a drive but soon decided to get out and stretch your legs. A small flashlight was tucked in your pocket, just in case, but you found yourself drawn to the water’s edge.

It was peaceful out here, a different sort of quiet that was filled with the chirps and scurries of nighttime creatures and the soft lull of the water. It was a welcome change, the stillness making your body relax as you sat down on the bank, stretching your legs out in front of you. A small sigh escaped your lips as you sat back and looked up into the starry night sky. You tried to pick out some of the constellations, but quickly realized that you couldn’t tell one star from another. But that didn’t change their beauty or the magic they seemed to hold over you.

You sat there for a while, letting yourself relax and listen to the sounds of the evening nature before a different noise caught your attention. If it hadn’t been so quiet and you hadn’t been listening so intently, you might have noticed it. But no…that was definitely the sound of another person. Instinctively you jumped to your feet and looked around, your hand ready to reach for the flashlight. There wasn’t much a flashlight was going to do against an attacker, but it was better than nothing. Hopefully.

“Hello?” you asked softly, looking around and trying to pick out different shapes in the darkness. No response came to your question and the logical part of your brain was telling you to go back to your car and just head home. But, as the age old saying went, curiosity killed the cat and you found yourself walking in the direction of the sound.

As you were walking as quietly as possible, you heard the sound a few more times. Was someone…crying? Your heart dropped at the thought.

“Hello?” you took a few more steps before coming upon what you were sure was another person, sitting on a blanket on the bank of the lake. It was hard to make them out in the dark and it was no wonder you hadn’t spotted them earlier. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took a few more slow, hesitant steps, “h-hi.”

“Jesus,” the owner of the voice jumped to their feet in surprise as you yelped and jumped back. You thought for sure that they would have heard you coming but apparently you had been more stealthy than you had thought, “where did you come from?!”

You hastily grabbed the flashlight from your back pocket and turned it on, making sure to keep it from shining in their eyes. You had to work to keep the sound of your surprise from escaping your lips as you realized the person you had heard was…Eddie Munson. He was the last person you thought you’d run into at the lake at almost midnight. Or…perhaps he was exactly the person you would find here.

“Eddie?” you asked softly as you took a step closer to him. His eyes widened in surprise at the fact that it was you and the fact that you knew his name. He knew you, but he had no clue you knew him. You studied him in the moment of his stunned silence, and noticed that his cheeks were ruddy and slightly damp, his soft eyes glossy with what you presumed were unshed tears, “i-is everything alright? Are you okay?”

“You know my name.”

“W-what?” you asked in surprise as you just gave him a curious little look, “of course I do, Eddie. We’ve been in school tomorrow since we were kids…why wouldn’t I know who you are?”

He was well aware of that fact; he’d always known who you were. You fascinated him in some ways and he’d always found himself drawn to you. He just never thought that you’d remember him, “I…don’t know. I…”

When he trailed off, you offered him a gentle smile, “it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything. But…ummm, if you ever need someone to listen or just be with, I-I’m here, Eddie. You just have to ask.”

“Yeah?” his voice was barely above a whisper as he looked at you, his expression a mixture of a hundred emotions all at once. That was exactly who he was - everything all at once.

“Yeah,” you promised, holding up your hand and sticking your pinky out to him. He looked at your outstretched hand for a moment before barking out a laugh and hooking his pinky around yours, “now it’s a pink promise. Neither of us can ever break it.”

“Can I ask you something now?”

“Yes,” you grinned at him and suddenly he felt like maybe things weren’t so bad. Maybe the things like your megawatt smile made everything worth it; if nothing else, it made him feel better in the moment.

“Will you stay?” he pointed to the blanket that he’d placed on the ground when he first arrived, “sit with me for a while?”

You answered his question by plopping down and crossing your legs as tilted your head to the side, indicating for him to sit down. He did so, occupying the space next to you, but still leaving enough of a space between your bodies so he wasn’t touching you. You pointed up at the cluster of stars, “how good are you at picking out constellations?”

“I couldn’t tell you a single one of them.”

“Good,” you grinned, as he looked over at you with a mixture of awe and amusement, “then we’ll make up our own!”

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“Hi Eddie!” he looked up from the notebook he had been furiously scribbling in and caught your eye, a look of surprise crossing his features. There you were, this time in broad light and standing at the edge of his lunch table. There was a cheery smile on your face as you waved at him. He looked around for a moment, almost as if he wasn’t sure if you were speaking to him. You laughed lightly and nodded, “yes, you.”

“H-hi,” he responded with a small little wave of his own, “hi.”

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted-”

A call of your name from across the cafeteria caught your attention and you looked around to find your friends waving for you to come over. You could see one girl, one of few in the group that you really didn’t like, cast a mocking little glance at Eddie. You rolled your eyes before shaking your head and brushing them off. Eddie wasn’t quite sure what was going on but as soon as you stepped closer to him, his cheeks flushed a light pink, “did you need something?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to have lunch together,” your heart was hammering nervously against your chest as you anticipated what he would say. You’d been thinking about this moment for the last week, ever since you’d spent the evening at lover’s lake with him. You’d always seen him, but after that evening you felt like you really saw him. You saw Eddie, not just what people said or thought about him. And you couldn’t help but think that the two of you were more alike than different. He opened his mouth and made a confused little sound that caused you to want to run and hide, “i-if you want. If not, that’s okay too! I just…yeah. N-no worries though.”

“Stay,” his fingers delicately wrapped around your wrist to keep you from leaving. His touch was gentle, the tips of his fingers rough and calloused - a sharp contrast to the softness of your skin. You looked down and an electric shiver ran down your spine, “I’d…like it if you stayed.”

Of all the different outcomes you’d rehearsed in your head, this wasn’t one of them. You swallowed the lump that had welled up in your throat before sitting down. He looked at you incredulously for a moment before finally asking, “why?”

“Why not?” you brushed his fingers over his, letting the tips of your fingers drift over the cool metal of his rings. There was only a moment of his hesitation before he shook off any remaining awkwardness and launched right back into being Eddie.

“So, what do you know and D&D?”

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“Eds?” you waved your hand in front of his face, trying to recapture his attention. The two of you were sitting on the floor of the small living area of his trailer, a big bowl of popcorn between the two of you as some random horror movie played on TV. You’d been making comments but hadn’t received any response from him which was completely opposite from what you’ve come to expect, “Eddie?”

When he still didn’t respond you paused the move and turned so you were facing him, putting your hand tentatively on his cheek. The delicate touch of your warm skin seemed to snap him back into attention and his expression turned sheepish, “what’s up, princess?”

“I should be asking you that,” you pulled back your hand, not wanting to cross any boundaries and he found himself immediately missing the feeling, “what’s wrong? You were hardcore zoning out. Is everything alright? You’ve seemed a little…off lately. I hope you know that you can tell me anything. I…you mean a lot to me Eds, even if we haven’t been friends for that long.”

He gnawed on his bottom lip before turning to look away, in search of the right words to possibly convey what he was feeling. You noticed that he looked at the ceiling before blinking rapidly a few times, his soft umber eyes glossy.

“Do you ever just feel…wrong?” his voice was barely above a whisper, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to hear what he had to say. You reached for his hand and took it in yours, giving it a light squeeze, “sometimes I wonder if I really am this psychotic freak that everyone thinks I am.”

You caught his eye and studied him for a moment, your heart breaking at his words. You hated the idea that he felt that way about himself, and more importantly you hated that anyone would ever make him feel that way. Just because he was different didn’t mean he was a bad person, or a freak, or anything. You’ve come to know that he was one of the kindest, funniest, and most caring people you’d met.

“I feel that way,” you confessed softly, “all the time. Some days…everyone’s expectations and pressures and all of it made me feel like I was going to lose it. I guess in some ways, I’d already lost myself. That night…at the lake, I went there because I just had to get away for a little bit. I couldn’t handle it. I think that maybe I’d gotten so used to being what people expected that I wasn’t me for a long time. But that’s changed, Eddie. Thanks to you. I’ve been happier since you’ve become my friend than I had been in so long. So yeah, I understand. Maybe not exactly the same way as you but…I know.”

“Guess I got you corrupted,” he laughed as a few tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks. Without a hesitation, you reached over and gently wiped them away, “I’m glad you stayed that night.”

“Me too,” you grinned at him, “best decision ever. But Eds, you’re not some sort of freak. You’re just different from what people want to consider normal and that’s on them. Maybe you are a weirdo or a freak, but that doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. Let them think what they want, but you - and the ones that matter - know who you are.”

He reached for your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to each finger. You couldn’t help but grin at him, “and just who am I, I wonder sometimes.”

“I don’t think any of us know who we really are,” you shrugged, “life is always changing and so are we. But as long as you stay true to what’s in your heart, you’ll be fine.”

“Sounds like someone’s inspired by all that shit we have to read in lit class,” he teased as you playfully huffed at him. But you could see his smile appear, the Eddie you knew peeking through.

“Shut up,” you gently pushed his chest but before you could pull away, he held your hand in place, “do you know who else you are, Eddie?”

“Who?”

“Someone I care very deeply for,” you had to get it out, you had to get all the thoughts and feelings you’d been harboring out. You could feel his heart beating rapidly under your palm, “someone that I…love.”

“Funny how that works out, huh?” Eddie wondered if your heart was beating as hard and fast as his, “I never thought you’d even know my name.”

“I’ve always seen you, Eddie,” you were suddenly much closer than you had thought and your nose was almost brushing against his, “I’ve only had a crush on you for like…five years.”

“No fucking way,” he couldn’t stop the words from sleeping out of his mouth as you just laughed.

“Fucking way,” you insisted, “it’s not my fault you didn’t notice!”

“How was I used to think that the pretty, popular, sunshine and rainbows girl had a crush on me?” his hand was on the side of your neck, your skin felt like it was fire under his touch, “you just wanted a bad boy, huh?”

“Eddie,” you groaned, “you’re not bad, you’re not that cool.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” you were both grinning at each other like fools now, “are you gonna shut up and kiss me now, Munson?”

“Is that really what you want, pretty girl?” you took advantage of the moment and leaned in to kiss him, slowly and gently at first, testing the water to make sure it was okay. He practically groaned when you pulled back, “fuck, I want to kiss you forever.”

“Okay,” you promised softly, “forever sounds good to me.”

“I love you, you know.”

“I know. Now shut up and kiss me, Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #st

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lynnlovesthestars · 4 months

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Amygdala

Pairing: Astarion x OC (lynn, changeling.)

AN: yes again, im queueing up all i wrote lately so i wont chicken out from posting it, my therapist will like this a lot.

Genre: fluff, angst, a bit of confort?

Warning: self-harming behaviour, blood, honestly don't ask me what this is cause it was called 'welp i hate myself' and it was a 4 am blurb, healing? idk yet

Taglist: @spacebarbarianweird @sessils

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His fangs grazed ever so slightly against Lynn’s supple neck, tracing his adam’s apple, the throbbing vein on his throat, the last spot where his fangs last bit, the smell of his blood and tangerines was driving him insane.

Lynn felt light already, and he blamed the feeling of Astarion’s cold skin burning against his, or maybe their legs intertwined so close, or the way Lynn pressed his lips to his neck with sloppy, breathy kisses that send his body in frenzy.

It was nothing more than holding each other and worshiping desperately every inch of their chest, they said.

Astarion would occasionally stop, giving Lynn time to regain his breath and stealing a moment to admire his blissed face.

There was nothing more breathtaking than his messy hair and his half closed eyes while Astarion’s blouse loosely draped his shoulder, barely staying place. A sight to keep forever.

Lynn could say the same about Astarion as his curls messily fell all over the place, his crimson eyes dilated and his mouth agape yet in a tender smile.

In those moments time stopped, the only sound was their labored breath and the quick shift of the blankets as Astarion would take the chance to lay on top of Lynn, resting his ear on the changeling’s chest to get lulled by his hearbeat.

They had yet to tell each other how deep they were in this, but in that moment words were not needed.

Astarion didn’t need any other proof as Lynn’s chest leaped everytime the vampire would turn to leave a fleeting kiss on his sternum.

He didn’t need words, or rings. All he truly needed was the warmth radiating to him, the changeling’s arms wrapped around his middle, his body shielding him from his fears.

At night when he couldn’t endure his rest, Lynn would skip his only to hold the elf.

When Astarion would get injured, Lynn would sit at his bedside, taking care of his wounds.

When Astarion felt helpless, Lynn was kneeling next to him, offering his arms and to pick up the pieces.

Lynn that promised he would be safe, did his very best to keep his promise.

Lynn who had freed him

Lynn who had healed him.

Lynn who struggled and hid it everytime.

Astarion hated just that small detail of his, the way he’d run away to hide when he was hurt.The way he’d help everyone, but when he needed help, he felt like he couldn’t ask for it.

Lynn that hurt himself rather than being seen.

And Astarion hated it.

He hated seeing him crouched in the dirt, sobbing and swearing while he had to hide behind a stupid tree.

But he never hated anything more than the sight of his dagger sinking right above his eyes, retracing an old ragged scar.

Astarion couldn’t bear to let him go on with it, to see the crimson of his blood flow down his cheek as Lynn didn’t make a sound. How often had he done this? How often had he traced that scar to ignore the pain.

Astarion didn’t waste any second from the moment he realized what was going on, he rushed to his side, taking the blade and dropping it away.

Lynn didn’t talk, didn’t look at him, didn’t do anything more than breathe and let himself fall to the side, lucky that Astarion caught him instead.

He didn’t deny, he didn’t agree, he just stared almost lifelessly in front of him as he was to tired.

Astarion didn’t know whether to scold him for being so dumb, or cry, or maybe remind him he was loved, he had someone to rely on, he didn’t have to hurt himself anymore to feel something, because Astarion would have made sure he felt always something.

Yet no word sounded appropriate.

Astarion just held him, gently tugging him in his lap, letting his head rest on his shoulder, not caring whether he would be covered in blood or not.

They just rested like that, Lynn’s fingers finally gripped on the elf’s shirt as it dawned on him- whether for the shame or for all those feeling hidden away.

And astarion just let him. He let him sob, he let him scream, he let him shiver in his arms as Astarion tried to shield him from everything, from everyone that could hurt him.

They don’t know how long they stayed away from camp, how long they had both cried, or how long they still needed, but as the sun rose and Lynn was still shaking, Astarion swore in front of the sunrise that he’d learn. He’d learn for himself, but mostly he’d learn for Lynn.

They didn’t return to camp until the following night, everyone tried to take a peak and understand what went on, but Astarion simply held him to his chest, hiding his face as he had asked, keeping him shielded just for a few more hours.

Astarion quickly dismissed Lynn’s clothes, the white blouse was probably unusable as the blood stain was dry and crusted, and then he tucked him under the warmth of the sheets.

Lynn that never asked for help, was allowing astarion to see him so broken, he was allowing him to mend his wound, he was allowing him to pick up the broken pieces, cause at last he couldn’t fight anymore.

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pynchkilledme · 1 month

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One Day at a Time ✧ Yunho

✧ Pairings: Jeong Yunho X fem!reader ✧ Genre: angst; ✧ Word Count: 3.3k ✧ CW: established relationship; major character death; mentions of suicide; depressive thoughts; ghost encounter (kind of); ✧ Synopsis: When an accident changes the course of your life forever, your husband takes his last days on Earth to make you love life again.

[Author's Note]: Hello! It's my first time posting my work here so I hope you appreciate it. This oneshot started as a simple writing exercise, but I fell in love with it and decided to share it with the world. If you find any typo or you think something more should enter the content warning section please let me know.

The poorly lit road that leads to your summer house in the mountains always made you apprehensive, but on this rainy night, you couldn't stop your hand from sweating and every little thing made your tension grow.

The lampposts half hidden by the forest, the foggy windshield, the radio buzzing without signal, the heavy raindrops on the car hood; all these made you lean over the panel, trying to predict any abnormality on the road, even though it wasn't your turn to drive.

Yunho, behind the wheel, seemed perfectly calm. Almost like he had prepared himself through all his life, just to drive old cars on stormy days.

“Hey… chill out” he said while passing his right hand on your thigh between gear changes “,we are almost there!”

And that was the last sentence before that curve. The last words before a sudden flash blinds you.

“Hello, how are we feeling today?” the blonde woman inside your computer screen promptly asks as soon as you open your camera, but your sunken eyes give her the answer she needed. “Dreamt about the accident again?

It’s been 9 months and 18 days since the accident. 9 months and 4 days since you woke up in a hospital bed just to find out you would never hear your husband's sweet voice again.

“I know I said I was getting better and almost never had nightmares, but in the last 3 days…” you begin to describe in detail what makes your dream more and more real, waking you up out of breath every single morning.

Your monologue follows for a couple more minutes, remembering the sensation of Yunho’s arm holding your body against the seat instinctively. The doctors said the seatbelt would already prevent a fatal impact in your case, since the collision happened in the driver's side, but for you, that single gesture had saved you.

“Sometimes I wish I didn't come out alive” you dropped without thinking twice. After all, that’s what the two therapy sessions a week were for “I could be with him now, wherever he is!”

“I’m pretty sure that's not something he would want, Y/N” something in that soothing voice made you want to cry and you could already feel a lump up your throat “it’s a long process, painful and irregular, but…”

“You know, I think at this point he doesn't have to like anything” your crooked laugh mixed up with the teardrops flowing discreetly by the side of your face “It’s all too quiet, too boring, too empty!”

“And how is your adaptation to your medication?” Susanna referred you to a psychiatrist around 3 months ago and you were finally out of the sickening phase of the medication.

“Well, I didn’t kill myself yet!” acid humor was your way of dealing with all this situation, but of course your therapist did not approve 100% of your methods “I think it's finally stabilizing in the right dose, I’m already quitting the complementary medicines!”

“It’s awesome to hear that, Y/N! Soon you will be able to see everything more clearly” looking down, your therapist took notes. ‘You just need time to do its work’ you completed in your mind. Damn time. “Our time is up, see you on Thursday at 3pm?”

You nod your head yes and kiss her goodbye, going back to your loneliness as soon as the video call disappears from the screen. Seated there, in the kitchen of the house you bought together with such hard work, the feeling was overwhelming. You even thought about moving out, but leaving your memories behind didn't seem right to you.

Whether you want it or not, Yunho was in every detail of that house. The colors on the walls that you chose together; the funny food illustrations hang in the kitchen; the office in a mix of games, books, Spider-Man (his obsession) and sad movies' posters (your obsession). A penetrable structure of everything that you were together, everything your love conquered and dreamed of conquering. Structure that, despite being packed with all sorts of things, each day felt more abandoned and lifeless.

Without anyone humming made up songs; without anyone laughing out loud of a video they just sent you; without almost ineligible messages in the fridge door and without anyone pulling you to dance to the cheesiest songs ever written. It was an endless list of things that were and would never be again. Things that only made sense because of Yunho and that had gone away with him.

The thoughts were so suffocating that you didn't even realize you were standing there for 15 minutes, in front of the notebook screen, screen that was already black due to the lack of interaction. It was when you finally gathered your strength to stand up, closing the notebook on the kitchen table and going to the sofa.

Your days were mostly like that. Sometimes laying down in your bed when you couldn't get up, other times you could at least drag yourself to the sofa, changing the atmosphere a little.

Your friends started a rotation where at least one of them called you every day, but you couldn't keep a conversation for too long anyways. It always ended up in tears and you didn't like to be a burden to them, so you started making up things to do, be it an imaginary food in the oven or an hypothetical postman ringing your doorbell. Not that they believed you, but they decided that it was better to give you space.

About 3 weeks ago Susanna asked you to do a "homework" for the next session, a request that became more and more latent in your head as Yunho's birthday approaches. You couldn't convince yourself to do it, not when the exercise to deal with the grief involved writing a letter to your husband. One he would never read.

The estrangement also came from the fact that it didn't seem natural for you to write letters. The last letter you wrote was telling how your vacation was in 2006, on the first day back to kindergarten classes. 'Does email reach heaven?' you thought, giggling. If Yunho was here, he would probably suggest the simplest way possible to solve this. 'Send me a SMS' would be his first advice. 'If you have no data you could try via messenger, honey' he would say mockingly, but it would be solved.

Without a second thought you searched for your cell phone under the blankets. In your lockscreen a picture of the day you decided to take the train to the other side of town, just to visit a library that someone told Yunho sold coffee and a corn cake fit for the gods. After a few seconds of contemplating, you unlocked it and the screen opened directly on the bright wallpaper of Yunho’s chat. You had done that a billion times before, but you could never go past the last message. A picture of his passenger seat covered with 8 boxes of your favorite candy and an audio right above.

It was a 13 second audio and even so you couldn't press the play button.

'You just need a little courage…' your thoughts were interrupted by a weird noise in the back of the house, and you got up to search for it. The backdoor was locked, so you unlocked it just to take a peek out there. But there was nothing besides overgrown grass.

The sound of a door slamming and someone laughing broke the silence of the house.

‘Honey, you won't believe…’ that sound was enough to make everything around you stop in time. It was his voice. ‘I got into this store and your favorite candy was on sale!! Buy 3, get 1 free!’

The screen of your phone was bright on the sofa, showing the audio that just played. You didn't understand how, but while your tears flowed you just wanted to hear it again. And that's what you did. Over and over again.

In the audio before that, Yunho apologized for forgetting to fill the water bottles, but promised to reward you with kisses. All you wanted most was that everything got solved with the shower of kisses that Yunho always gave you when he got back from work, but it was impossible and in your subconscious you just wanted to scream.

“Why did you leave me here?” you said softly, against your impulses. When you closed your eyes, you tried to control your breathing, before all that ended up in crisis.

“I swear I tried to stay, Y/N” said the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard. The voice that made you shake with nervousness when you were just getting to know each other, and the voice that made you cry from happiness when proposed to you. A voice that only existed in your head and in the 2G of memory that your chat with Yunho occupied in your cell phone. Or at least you thought.

“But I’m here now…” this time the voice sounded almost real and a shiver went up your spine. An inexplicable fear of opening your eyes and realizing it was only your fertile imagination. “I was always here!”

You couldn't believe the trick your head was playing on you. Yunho, with his 1.85cm, was standing in front of you. His brown hair parted in the middle, falling over his tired eyes; the long sleeved white shirt you ironed in the morning of the accident was intact, fitting perfectly on Yunho’s body.

You couldn’t believe it, but you wanted to. Your body relaxed, leaning on the sofa. Your shaking hand inevitably covering your mouth, as if any uttered word could make it all disappear. That man, who you knew by the back of your hand, kneeled in front of you, his eyes sadly smiling, like someone who mourns.

“Are you going for a ‘Ghost’s’ remake?” you said jokingly, still unsure of what was all that. Yunho seemed exhausted, as if he didn't sleep for days, but he gave you a crooked smile showing he understood what you were talking about.

“Are you saying I’m as pretty as Patrick Swayze?” his hand on his chest showed he was flattered. Of course he was pretty. Even prettier than the actor and his answer made you laugh a little, releasing all the tears you were holding back.

You raised your hand to reach him, but they trembled as if electric shocks ran through your veins. He brought his hands under yours and you could see how your hands were smaller next to his, but you couldn't feel anything. This just intensified your cry, because all you wanted was his touch.

“I’m sorry that we can’t feel each other,” he said quietly, getting closer to you. - “I wish I could wipe away your tears and say that everything will be fine”

You didn’t know what was happening, but the voice that had always the power to soothe you wouldn’t have a different effect now. Your breath slowly returned to normal and you used your wristband to clean whatever was running from your nose. So many questions in your head, but for a while you just wanted to absorb every little detail of what was in front of you, just like the first time you saw him.

“I found out that you needed to talk to me,” Yunho jokes. Your mind was quite funny today.

“Well, it wasn’t- how are you even here?”

“I was always here, Y/N” tilted his head to the side, closing his lips in an almost unnoticeable smile “you just couldn't see me”

“And why now? A-am I dreaming?”

“Well, you can see me now ‘cause I kind of convinced the ones up there to let me help you. My time here is almost over and I started to feel a little desperate because nothing I did was actually working and-” the way he started to babble was too real even for a creation of your mind.

“How come… it wasn’t working? What were you doing here?”

“Uhm, I kind of couldn't let you here, not when everything around you was so gray. They said I couldn't be here past my birthday, ‘cause that would bring me problems and then I passed the last 9 months trying to push you out of bed, opening the windows so the sun could come in,'' now Yunho was the one crying and it was impossible to ignore the pain in his voice “it's been so hard to show you how life is still pretty… how there's a lot of things to live out there!”

It had become evident to you a long time ago how life wasn't worth it without Yunho in it. And well, it came to you way before he couldn't actually be there.

You remember like it was yesterday the path your bare feet made through the white clover lawn. A simple altar in the end of a corridor of mismatched chairs reunited the most important people of your life. On the sides your friends, the family life gave you, and in the middle your soulmate. The one on the other side of your red string and from that moment would be your forever.

You could see through your wedding veil how Yunho was beaming from ear to ear, his eyes resting on his red cheeks. You felt like running to the altar, so you could be by his side as soon as possible, but you held back as you smiled at your few guests, mostly from your families, who smiled at you with teary eyes.

When you finally got to the altar and raised your dress a little, Yunho looked at your dirty feet and laughed. And when he lifted your veil, your eyes connected just like when the two of you first met at college, as if there was a new constellation of possibilities. “You look like an angel” Yunho whispered tenderly and then you turned so the ceremony could follow.

“But I miss you. I miss you ‘cause you are in absolutely everything. Your smell is in the clothes hanging in the closet, your smile is all over the pictures on the walls. I hear you when I turn the radio on your favorite program and I see you when I wipe the mirror clean. My mind is always bringing you back to me as if it tortured me with your absence, as if it reminded me all that time that I can’t have you.”

He didn't say anything, just stared. His wrinkled forehead and lips so tight they turned white, denouncing the pain you both shared.

“There’s so many things I should live with you, so many places we would visit. It 's not fair! It’s not fair that the sweetest person I've ever met is not here to appreciate every second of the most banal things in the world…” the venting went out of your mouth like a thunderstorm. You wanted to scream and cry, but also wanted to utter the most beautiful words ever created.

Yunho wanted to touch you. Wanted to feel your soft skin one more time, caress your face and wipe away your tears. The ache he felt seeing you suffer was bigger than any physical pain he had ever felt in his 28 years of life. It felt like his heart was being crushed and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“We will never-” your voice fails with the thought. The matter that hurts you the most every time you think about your future. A dream that will never come true, at least not in this life. “I will never know what it would be like to have a family with you…”

“But we were a family, love! Nothing will ever change that”

“But I will never know what it's like to be a mother, Yu! I will never know what it is to look in the eyes of the purest form of love we could create. I won’t see you become a father and I won’t know how your eyes and my nose combined would look like in this little being.”

And suddenly he didn't know what more to say. He knew how much of a dream that was to you and how that specific wound would never heal with time. He knew that even though you could deal better with his absence one day, your heart would never get used to the impossibilities of the future. The part of you and of your dream that would go away with him, leaving a bitter taste behind.

“I am so sorry, honey. And I know that nothing I say will make this hurt stop. And it's gonna be tough, almost impossible, for a long time, but one day it will be less painful. And the next day less and less, till a day it will be just a little piece of your heart” the words barely came out of Yunho’s mouth and you already imagined how it would be to not feel anything at all. Never feel the thrill of a joyful day again if it meant you wouldn’t feel not even a second more of that pain.

“If you can't do this for you right now, please, do it for me. Live one day at a time, holding to the monotony of a routine till everything gets more tolerable,” you could see his hands caressing your thigh. “You're so strong, my love! One of the strongest people I've met. You gave me the best days of my life without much effort! Your smile brightened every moment, even when everything around was cloudy. My life was the most beautiful and the most complete with you and, despite being short, I wouldn’t change a second of it to live more if it meant not having you.”

At this point you tried to hold back your tears and a huge knot clung to your throat. Would you be able to do it for him? One last request that only you could fulfill?

“Promise me that you will try and I promise to meet you again. I promise to follow each of your steps regardless of how long it takes. I promise to find you in our next life, even if our thread gets tangled and the path becomes longer. I promise that this won’t be the last life we share,” you closed your eyes pondering if you could keep that promise. “Promise you will live everything you can live, always remembering I will be by your side”

Yunho raised his hand so he could place it over your heart. He didn't want to go, but he needed to. He just needed you to promise.

“I-I promise I will try” your voice was like a whisper and your fists clenched, your nails marking the palm of your hand as if it could remind you that this was real.

With your eyes closed you could feel soft lips touching your forehead. “I love you forever, Y/N '' this time his voice sounded like a thought.

When you opened your eyes, your living room was empty again. The wall was yellow with a small beam of light coming from the window. It looks like it's just you once again. The cell phone vibrated by your side and you picked it up to see the notification, but there was nothing. When you unlocked the screen and the white wallpaper of your chat lit up your face, you could see the selected message from 1 year ago.

[Yuyu]: I LOVE YOU FOREVEEEEER!!!

You were not alone and would never be. “Love you more, Yu” you thought while you brought the phone close to your heart. Maybe you could even live.

One day at a time.

#jeong yunho #yunho x reader #yunho angst #ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez oneshot #jeong yunho x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez fic #yunho oneshot

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zorosleftshoe · 1 year

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Can you do one where reader saw their ex after a long time and it hit her and Colby is there to make her feel better (and idk maybe they're bffs and they get together or they're together and he just reassures her about his love)?

I like this idea!

Pairing: Colby Brock x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing

“I bet you ten bucks I can catch this fry in my mouth.” Jake said looking at each of our faces as he held up a fry that was almost the size of his hand.

“Jake.” I paused giving him a look of disapproval. He wiggled his eyebrows resulting in an eye roll from myself and Tara. “Be for real.” We were all sat at a local burger joint enjoying time spent with each other. Colby was at my side while Jake and Tara sat across from us. While Jake continued in his pursuit to convince us he could catch this massive fry my eyes trailed over to the entrance. My heart immediately dropped.

Colby, who noticed the change in my demeanor, followed my line of sight and mumbled a quiet “shit” before rubbing my upper arm.

“You wanna get out of here?” His voice was layered in concern. “Everyone will understand.” I could feel the tears pooling at the corners of my eyes and I quickly blinked them away. If there were one thing I wasn’t going to do, I definitely was NOT going to cry over him again.

There, at the entrance to the burger place, stood Jamie. We had recently broken up after he pictures were posted on Twitter with him and another girl at his friend’s party and although it had only been four months into our relationship, it had left me feeling as though I weren’t enough.

My bottom lip trembled at the memory and I reluctantly tore my eyes away from the man who had made my life hell for the last year. Colby’s eyes never left my shaking form as he continued to rub my arm sweetly.

He had always been such a good friend to me and Jamie coming into the picture was no exception. Colby did seem to keep his distance which left a strange emptiness in his absence but he made it clear he was only ever a text away. So when the pictures of Jamie dropped he was at my door in minutes.

“We don’t have to stay here.” I shook my head at Colby’s words not wanting to be any more of a burden than I already was.

“It’s okay, Colby. I’ll be fine.” He nodded but I could tell by the look on his face he wasn’t entirely convinced. From the way he dropped his gaze to the food in front of him I could tell he wasn’t willing to pick a fight either. The table grew silent as the three pondered over what to say. What do you say when your friend’s asshole ex just walked into the room? You could ignore it, yes. But that would be like ignoring the elephant in the room and we know how those stories always end. After a few more minutes of silence Jake nudged Tara and they both went to stand up.

“You guys wanna get some ice cream? I’m craving a banana split. It’s on me.” Jake offered. Colby looked over at me and I nodded before giving Jake a small smile.

“I’m always down for free ice cream.” This resulted in laughter from the two boys and Tara who wrapped an arm around my shoulder and squeezed. The ice cream parlor was only about a five minute walk so we opted out on driving. Jake and Tara were skipping happily in front of Colby and I as we trailed behind. “You okay?” I asked noticing Colby’s silence. “You’re being uncharacteristically quiet.”

“He’s an idiot, you know?” My eyebrows furrow in confusion at his words and he shakes his head before focusing his eyes ahead of us. “Jamie.”

“Why do you say that?” I could tell now he was growing nervous by the way he forced his hands into pockets of his jacket. “You can tell me anything.”

“I’ve had this conversation so many times in my head.” His voice is quiet when he finally speaks. He takes his hand out of his pocket and gently grabs my elbow bringing us to a stop. “You deserve so much better than what he did.” By now we were facing each other and his eyes were locked on mine. “You deserve flowers on a Tuesday morning because he was thinking about you. And kisses in the morning because you look absolutely beautiful when you first wake up. You deserve horror movie marathons with Mexican takeout because that’s your favorite. You deserve all the love you give and I just wish you knew that.” I inhaled shakily at his words as tears brimmed my eyes.

“Colby.” I said softly. He reached out and ran his thumb under my eye collecting the fallen tears and giving me a warm smile.

“You deserve so much more than you’ve gotten.” Without thinking or reason I leaned forward and pressed my lips firmly against his. He placed his hands delicately against either side of my jaw and deepened the kiss. After a moment he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

“Sorry, I just, I couldn’t help myself.” He let’s out a soft chuckle and lightly caresses my cheek.

“What do you say about that horror movie marathon?” His eyes flicker down at me and I can’t help but press my lips against his again.

“Like a date?” He nods. “With you?” He rolls his eyes playfully but nods again. “Of course.” Looking into his eyes now I can see something that wasn’t there before. It’s subtle and you could miss it if you weren’t this close to him. He kisses me again and moves his arms to wrap around my waist before spinning me around.

“You guys coming with us or are you gonna go home and make babies?” Jake’s voice rang through the crowded streets and my face flushed as I nuzzled it into Colby’s neck. From where we’re standing I can hear Tara’s threat towards Jake before Jake’s scream.

#sam and colby #colby brock x you #colby brock x y/n #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 1 year

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Misery Business

Requested by: @crazymelascula

I was listening to Colson's cover of Misery Business and it made me cry again. And I kind of wanted to read something like the scenario of the song, only in the cover version and going through Colson's vision.

A/N: Sorry it took a little while to get this request out and hold other requests! I just wasn't really sure how to start the storyline but I hope it works and I did actually really enjoy writing it in the end. Enjoy!

Warnings: little fluff, little smut

This is fucking torture. I swear every time I see them together it makes me want to gag or gauge my eyes out or both. They’re so lovey dovey. I wish I could tell her he’s a fucking fake. That he spends all his time with her being all warm and friendly but when she’s not around, he’s a fucking prick. I know what would happen though. She’s so caught up in every piece of crap that spews from his mouth that the second I say something negative about him, she’ll clamp up like a shell and never listen to a word I say. I’ll lose one of the closest friends I’ve ever had and the only girl I think I may actually love, all for that pompous ass. No fucking way, I’d rather sit through the torture. Watching them kiss, the way he pushes a loose strand of hair out of her eyes, the way she smiles at him like he’s the most amazing guy in the world. Gag.

“You ok Kells? You’ve barely touched you lunch,” Rook asks me disapprovingly as he looks down at my almost full plate. Everyone's eyes, including hers, turn to look at me.

“Yeah, just not as hungry as I thought I was,” I mumble without taking my eyes off Y/N. She frowns but doesn’t say anything.

“Well, considering you’re not hungry…” Rook trails off while practically drooling over my food.

“Go for your life Rook, I’m going to get some air.”

I shove my plate in his direction and push away from the table. I head outside and take a deep sobering breath. I pull out a cigarette from my pocket and take a deep inhale. The burning feeling in the back of my throat is a welcome change from the lump that’s been sitting there all evening. I look up at the night sky, the stars completely invisible behind the pollution of the city, and try to calm my thoughts. The black abyss is comforting in some ways I guess. I take a smaller inhale of my cigarette this time and watch the cloud my exhale creates.

“That’s not the way to get fresh air,” I hear a soft voice behind me and my body instantly stills. I turn to see Y/N smirking at me that pisses me off and drives me wild all at the same time.

“I guess I should’ve just said I needed a smoke instead,” I admit as I take another inhale and stomp the rest of the cigarette out under my boot.

“I don’t think anything you said would’ve made your behaviour any less weird but I guess whatever helps you sleep at night,” she chuckles with a shake of her head.

That strand of hair shakes and nestles itself right back into Y/N line of vision again. I wait a few seconds for her to move it but she doesn’t, she just looks at me, waiting for me to speak. I reach out, before I can stop myself, and push the strand behind her ear. My fingertips drift over the flesh of her neck and I hear her small gasp at the contact. I want to immediately rip my hand away but my curiosity creeps in like a sick motherfucker and I want to explore her reaction more. I trail my fingertips from behind her ear, down her neck and stop at the apex of her collarbone. She’s holding her breath, I can tell as I can’t feel her chest rising and falling as my fingers follow along her collarbone to the top of her sternum.

“Colson, I have to-” she starts to say something but is rudely interrupted.

“Babe, you out here?” her prick of a boyfriend calls out from the door and if I didn’t want to kill him before, I definitely want to now.

“Yes honey, I was just about to come in!” she calls back over her shoulder.

She gives me a stiff smile before turning around and rushing to her boyfriend’s side. He eyes me from the door and the smug look on his face tells me the asshole picked his timing perfectly. I have to use all of my strength not to stride over to the door and smash his face until it’s nothing but pieces of broken bone and torn flesh but my mind keeps obsessing over what Y/N was going to say.

“Colson, I have to tell you I’m in love with you. My boyfriend isn’t really my boyfriend and he’s just some guy I chose to make you jealous. I just want to be with you and no one else, I swear.”

I have to snort at my own idiotic fantasy. Even I don’t believe the shit my own brain spouts out half the time. I shake my head to clear my mind. All I want to do is focus on how she reacted when I touched her. That has to mean something, right? She didn’t stop me when I continued to touch her. If she didn’t like me in any romantic way at all, would she have ever let me touch her like that? I wish I could read her mind sometimes. A thought I’ve never had about any other woman I’ve ever met in my life.

8 months later

8 months of hell. I don’t want to say I’m ‘happy’ about the situation by any means. I know Y/N is hurting and that fucking kills me. I want to comfort her, I want to be there for her but I don’t know how to be. I keep stressing that I’m going to say the wrong thing or that I won’t be able to handle seeing her upset and I’ll do something to that prick that I shouldn’t. That would just make things worse and I don’t want to do that to her.

When my phone rings, I don’t think much of it. It’s 2pm on a Sunday afternoon and I’ve been sitting in my bed, staring at the blank TV screen and waiting for the day to pass. I answer my phone without looking at the caller ID and her meek, defeated voice fills my ears.

“Hey Kells, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. I just…” her timid voice drifts off into silence and I’m instantly on edge.

“You’re never an interruption darling. What’s up?” I try to keep my voice light but I know I sound fake as fuck.

“I um…I don’t know if you heard but me and…uh Lucas…” she takes a deep breath before continuing. “We broke up and I guess I was just feeling lonely and wondered if maybe you’d…want to come hang out?”

I’m up and out the door before I can even think twice about it. I don’t care if it’s a good idea or not. Y/N wants me. She wants me. That’s all that could possibly matter to me right now. She could’ve called any of our friends but she chose me. That has to mean something right? Fuck it. Who cares right?

“Don’t overthink it!” my brain keeps screaming it at me over and over as I drive down the expressway to her place. My nerves are on edge, I’m jittery and I’m driving like a dick but I don’t care. I just want to get to her before she changes her mind and calls to cancel on me. I couldn’t handle that right now. My body is literally willing me to get to her as quickly as possible. I don’t know what I expect to happen. She did just break up with a guy she was with for an entire year. I can’t go in there expecting too much from her but I can’t help the small butterflies that form in the pit of my stomach as her apartment comes into view.

I practically run up the stairs to the third floor and I’m so winded as I stand outside her door that I have to wait a few moments to collect myself. I tap lightly on the door and hear a muffled “come in”. I open the door gently and I am kind of shocked by what I see.

The apartment is a mess. There’s a concoction of empty takeaway containers, beer bottles, half drunk spirit bottles and abandoned coffee cups. The curtains are drawn so the room sits in a half darkness, light trying to peek through the windows. The whole room smells stale and the air is suffocating. I never thought I’d be the ‘let in the light and fresh air’ guy but I’m leaning that way today. My eyes settle on the crumpled body on the sofa and all my petty thoughts dissipate. The whole apartment could be fucking burning but all I’d care about is the broken woman in the middle of the room. Even in faded old sweats, she’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Jesus, you look like me after a tour finishes,” I try to lighten the mood with a joke but all she can manage is a weak, half smile.

‘Good work dickhead!’ my mind scolds me and I internally cringe.

“What do you need, honey?” I ask her softly.

I feel lost. I’ve always seen Y/N as a strong, independent woman with a smart mouth and an alcohol tolerance that most men couldn’t compete with. Seeing her barely able to lift her head to look in my direction makes my heart break and my fists clench. All I want is to have a bloody, semi-conscious Lucas on the floor begging for me to stop.

“I don’t- I don;t know. I just…” Y/N tries to speak but it’s as if her brain can’t find the words. She looks at me and gives me that weak smile again and my chest throbs.

“I’ll do anything for you, you know that,” I practically plead for her to make me feel useful.

She looks at me with glassy eyes and I can feel myself splitting in two. She holds her arms out to me and I rush to her side, crushing her to my chest. She sobs and it rakes through her whole body. I rub my hand up and down her back and whisper, what I hope are, soothing words into her ear as she falls apart in my arms. If I could take away every bit of pain with just my words and my embrace, I would in a fucking heartbeat.

I’m not sure how long we sit there for before the crying stops. Y/N breathing eventually slows and we sit there in a comfortable silence, her hand wrapped around the collar of my shirt, holding me in place as if I’m going to disappear if she doesn’t anchor me. I duck my head after a little while and her eyes are closed, her breathing deep and restful. I watch her sleep for a little bit. The tension in her shoulders has eased and her lips have parted slightly, relaxing her jaw. She has her leg lying on top of my thigh and her whole body is faced towards me, almost as if she knows I’m here to protect her. I can feel the rise and fall of her chest with each breath she takes.

The front door opens slowly and I whip my head towards it that I worry my whole body jolted and I may have woken Y/N. I look down and see her face is still peacefully asleep. I turn my attention back to the door and Ashleigh is looking around, mouth agape, taking in the semi-disaster zone. I hold my finger against my lip and signal for her to be quiet before directing my eyes down to the comatose girl in my arms.

Ashleigh doesn’t say anything, she just silently cleans around us. Removing every piece of trash, organising the half empty spirit bottles into her kitchen cabinet and wiping down every surface with disinfectant. She finds a few candles to scatter around the place to help with the stale smell. She opens the window in Y/N’s bedroom and the kitchen to help with some ventilation. I scowl at her when she tries to open the ones in the living room and she backs away to make a shopping list of groceries. I can’t help but be jealous that Ashleigh is doing all of that stuff for Y/N instead of me. I just continue to sit on the sofa, holding her.

Ashleigh moves around me as if I’m not even in the room and I’m glad. She catches me staring a couple of times but I try to pretend like I’m just glancing every now and again to make sure Y/N is comfortable and that she’s still asleep.

“You know you’re not fooling anyone, right?” she whispers as she sits in front of me on the now clean coffee table. I frown at her, trying to convey innocence but my heart is hammering inside my chest. My arm instinctively tightens around Y/N and Ashleigh’s eyes zero in on the gesture. “We all know you’re in love with her, so why don’t you just save yourself the stress and just tell her?”

“Yeah, that’ll end well,” I scoff and shake my head defiantly. What a ridiculous idea! She just broke up with her boyfriend for fuck sake.

Wait, was I meant to deny my feelings first? Shit!

“Ok fine. Here’s something to ponder while you sit there pretending to not stare at her, ok?” I nod my head and Ashleigh stands and moves towards the front door. “She hasn’t slept this long in weeks and the moment you arrive, she’s out like a light.” Ashleigh opens the door and begins to leave but she stops herself. She ducks her head back, a shit eating grin on her face. “And if that doesn’t convince you, when she wakes up, ask her why Lucas and her broke up.”

Before I can respond, Ashleigh closes the door and I’m left to sit there and let my brain create 5000 reasons why they broke up and why that would encourage me to tell her how I feel. I’m going insane after an hour and I’m so tempted to wake Y/N just so I can ask her, when suddenly she bolts upright and searches the room, confused and disorientated. She spots me beside her and her cheeks fill with colour.

“What time is it?” she asks, stretching her arms above her head, her shirt dragging up her torso, exposing her hips and her lower stomach. It takes all my strength not to focus on her exposed skin.

‘She asked you a question perv!’ my brain screams at me

“Um- 5:30,” I fumble with my phone, trying to ignore that her arms are back down but that she hasn’t pulled her t-shirt back into place.

“Wow, I haven’t slept that long in…Well, actually, I can’t remember how long it’s been,” Y/N chuckles and looks around the room again. “Has Ashleigh been here?” she raises an eyebrow at me and all I can do is nod like a fucking idiot. “I was going to say, I don’t think I’ve seen you clean anything the whole time I’ve known you,” she laughs and I scowl at her.

“Oh so now you’re going to insult me, huh?” I try to act pissed off but her full smile and bright eyes are hard to resist. It’s strange how different she looks now compared to when I walked in a few hours ago.

“Is it an insult if it’s true?”

She places her finger to her chin as if she’s deep in thought, in a cocky professor kind of way. I grab her wrist and tackle her so she’s on her back. She’s thrashing around and laughing so hard she almost has tears in her eyes. I’m so intoxicated by her bubbly mood that I just want to keep her laughing. I grab her other wrist and secure it with her other one, using my free hand to tickle the side of her stomach.

“Oh yeah? So true huh? I might not be able to clean but I definitely know all your ticklish spots, don’t I? So who’s the real boss here?”

“Oh. My. God!” she squeals. “If you keep doing that I’m going to wet myself,” she gasps between breaths while still laughing.

I stop tickling her but I don’t release her wrists. I hover above her, staring down at her flushed face. She looks up at me and smiles that devastating smile that has always driven me wild. I don’t know why but I can feel a tension building in my body as I continue to hold myself above her, completely in control but helpless at the same time. My brain is screaming at me to get off her but my body refuses to listen. My eyes dip to her lips as she wets them slowly with her tongue and my whole body tingles. I look back up at her eyes for a second before slamming my lips onto hers.

There’s a rush that fills my body the moment Y/N starts to kiss me back, which is almost instantly. My skin erupts with goosebumps and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. As our kiss deepens, I manipulate my tongue between her lips and she moans. Nothing else in the world matters other than that single moan. The pure ecstasy I feel from that one sound, makes me want to make her do it over and over again until her voice is hoarse. I run my hand down her body, lightly caressing her breasts, down her stomach, her thighs. Every time my hand touches her, she moans.

I pull away from her lips and kiss down her neck and across her collarbones. Not only is she moaning now but her hips are now gyrating against me and it makes all the blood in my body rush to one place. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life and I immediately know I have to do something about it. I grab Y/N’s hand and yank her off the couch and drag her down to her bedroom. I open the door and fling her willing body onto the bed.

I don’t know why I do it but I look around the room and my eyes, almost automatically, land on a picture of Y/N and Lucas sitting on her bedside table. My body goes cold, all blood draining from where it was and I somehow feel dirty. Y/N is still lying on the bed, panting and dazed from our sudden change of venue. I want to kiss her again. Hell I want to do way more than just kiss her but my mind is pushing its way in in a very nagging sort of way.

‘Why did her and Lucas break up?’ it keeps repeating, over and over again, louder and louder each time.

“Kells, what’s wrong?” Y/N has just realised that I’m still standing at the end of the bed, staring into space.

“I-I. Listen, I’ve wanted this for so long, believe me when I tell you that I can’t believe I’m even asking this fucking question but if I don’t hear the answer, my obsessive brain will bug me forever,” I’m trying my best to explain my intentions but judging by the look on Y/N’s face, I’m not making myself very clear. “Why did you and… Lucas,” I grit my teeth at his name, “break up?” I blurt out with any real tact or consideration for her reaction.

“Wh-what?” she sits up and pulls her knees to her chest, as if she’s trying to cacoon herself from the mention of his name.

I just…You haven’t really spoken to me since it happened and it seemed kind of sudden and I didn’t really know the answer. So when you were asleep, Ashleigh told me to ask you and I didn’t want to wake you so my mind, which was running a million miles an hour may I add, was trying to think about possible reasons why Ashleigh would want me to ask you in the first place and then all the possible reasons why you two did break up after a year. Does that make any sense to you because I’m fucking dizzy.”

“What was the context of your conversation that Ash would tell you to ask me about the break up? You hated him. I would think you of all people would be glad it’s over, not dwelling on why it ended. You can’t even fucking say his name without gritting your teeth for god’s sake!” she gets to her feet and angrily squares her body in my direction. “I can’t fucking believe that we were just about to do- whatever the fuck we were about to do and YOU, of all people, want to take a timeout to talk about L-Lucas,” she stutters on his name and I can’t help but feel a little guilty but I know exactly what she’s trying to do.

“You still haven’t answered the question and don’t think for a second that what we were about to do, isn’t going to happen. I told you, I’ve waited a long fucking time for this and I want to be 100% focused because I want to remember that moment for the next fucking 20 years or however the fuck long I’ve got. Now, answer the goddamn question.”

I step up to her and put both hands on the sides of her face to force her to look at me. Her breath hitches a little and returns, hollow and ragged. She bites her bottom lip and I almost lose my self-restraint but I have to hear her answer. Ashleigh told me for a reason. She would never say something just to mess with my head. Y/N sighs and I turn my attention back to her.

“He…well he accused me of being…in love with someone else,” she mumbles while staring down at her feet.

“Ok? So he accused you, how did that end in a breakup?” I’m struggling to see the connection. Just because someone accuses you of something, even cheating, doesn’t automatically make that person right.

“I-I couldn’t…deny it,” she mumbles again and tries to pull away from me.

I grab her wrists and pull her back to me, not allowing her to escape for even a second. I don’t want to let her go because I don’t want her to change her mind. My mind is racing, trying to pick apart what she’s saying, her lack of eye contact and her general uncomfortable body language.

‘Wait, is there somebody else?’

I immediately take a step back from Y/N and drop her wrists as that thought crosses my mind. Here I was trying so hard to dissect what she was saying, that I was missing the fucking point entirely! The entire facts are, Lucas accused her of being in love with someone, she couldn’t deny it and so he broke up with her and SHE’S IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

“There’s someone else,” I whisper and I hate how defeated my voice sounds. It completely gives away my feeling of utter disappointment.

I don’t think I have the strength to endure watching her in another relationship. Spending all my time secretly wishing it was me that got to kiss her, hold her hand, make her laugh. Resenting the other guy entirely based on a prejudice they don’t even know I have. I mean if I really think about it, was Lucas actually a bad guy or did I just hate him because I wanted to be him?

It’s Y/N turn to close the gap between us and reach for me. She grabs my large hand in both of her small ones, twisting it around as if she’s studying it deeply. My flesh erupts into goosebumps again at the feeling of her warm touch. She trails a finger up my arm to feel them and lightly traces my tattoos. She doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, almost as if she’s hoping her touch will convey her message enough. I want to rip my arm away. Stop her from trying to comfort me, her poor attempt to soften the blow but I’m enjoying the feeling of her touch too much to stop it. I want to savour these last few moments of bliss with her. Before the soul crushing reality hits when I leave her.

“It’s you,” she murmurs so softly, I’m fairly sure that I misheard her and it’s just my shitty brain trying to make myself feel better.

“What?” I duck to reach her eye level and she reluctantly makes eye contact with me.

“Lucas accused me of being in love with you and I couldn’t deny it, so we broke up instead,” she explains matter of factly, as if what she just said hasn’t flipped my entire world and made me see stars.

“What are you talking about?” my brain is trying to connect the dots but it’s failing miserably.

“He started to get suspicious the night we went to the restaurant and he found us outside…talking. He pretty much said from then on that he kept an eye on you in case you made a real move, which obviously you never did,” she chuckles but when I don’t join in, she stops and continues her story. “For months he thought maybe he was just being paranoid and then…one night about 2 months ago, after we came to your place for Casie’s birthday, I had a dream about you and I…well you could imagine. I guess I must’ve said your name in my sleep and then he started to notice little things. Sometimes he’d catch me watching you, the way I’d hug you for a second too long, the way you could always make me laugh, even if no one else in the room found you funny, all the time we spent together just the two of us, our constant texting and phone calls. I guess just my general attitude towards you. He got suspicious and 3 weeks ago he confronted me about being in love with and I…didn’t deny it. He ranted and raved at how he’d wasted the last year of his life with me. He…um… told me once a whore you're nothing more and he left.”

I’m completely shocked. I don’t know what to say to her. To say I’m ecstatic would be a fucking understatement. I would also like to bash his skull in for calling my sweet, innocent Y/N a whore but I push those feelings down. I feel some satisfaction in knowing that my original opinion of him being a shitty person was right but I just want to focus on the good parts. Like the fact that she didn’t lie about her feelings, just to keep a relationship with said shitty person. I keep replaying it in my head.

‘She’s in love with me. She’s in love with me. Me, she wants me and no one else.’

“If you could say something out loud, that would really help my blood pressure because I think I’m having a heart attack at the anticipation?” she bites her lip again and stares at me longingly.

“Ash wanted me to ask you why she broke up because she thought it would help me decide whether or not to tell you that I’m in love with you. That was the context of our conversation earlier if you were wondering. I guess what I’m saying is, I think you’re the only one for me and I think I’ve known that for a long time.” Y/N smiles shyly at me and drops her eyes back to my hand.

“Damn. I guess in some sick way, I owe Lucas 50 bucks,” she laughs and drags me to the bed with her.

“Wait, why would you owe that asshole anything?” I stumble behind her, confused but curious.

“He sarcastically bet me $50 that you felt the same way as me but I snorted in his face and called me a deranged man. I guess he had a right to be suspicious of you,” she grins at me as she sits on the bed and I sit down next to her.

I don’t really want to think about him anymore. I want to enjoy this moment with Y/N, without the distraction of anyone else. For now it’s just the two of us who know what we’ve just confessed to and it feels sexy and exciting. Right now, I can kiss her freely, I can touch her without being cautious, I can make her moan and come apart under me, above me, in front of me. Which reminds me.

“Before we take this any further, I think you should tell me what that dream was that made you moan my name?” I smirk at her and she instantly blushes bright red. She grabs the collar of my t-shirt again and drags my face towards her.

“How about instead of telling you, I just show you?” she asks while innocently batting her eyes at me and all the blood in my body rushes back to the only spot that matters right now.

One year later

From that day onwards, we were inseparable. I’ve never been so in love with any woman in my entire life and I spend every waking moment showing it. Y/N was right. Lucas should’ve been suspicious of me the whole damn time they were together because now that she’s mine, I’m never letting her go.

We ran into him at a party once and to say that guy hates me, is an understatement. I never meant to brag but having her on my arm when we walked into that party and seeing his face drop, I couldn’t help but feel a little pride. He fucking has it out for me and didn’t keep himself from showing it but it didn’t stop me from wearing the biggest smile and for that, I will never apologise. I have the woman I love more than life itself and I will spend the rest of my life making her wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving him.

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 2 months

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illicit affairs | fourteen

*Ellie’s POV* There was deafening silence in the air, all I could hear was my own heartbeat as Noah let go of my throat and brushed his fingers of my lips. His somber eyes were melting me right into the bed as I waited for his plan of attack, I knew it was coming.

“I’d rather show you how much I’ve missed you.” He whispered, pressing his mouth onto mine ever so gently as we both crashed into the bed together. My hands claimed their rightful spot in his hair as he began kissing me with a hint of violence. In my mind I was waving a white flag, I fucking missed this.

“Noah…”

“I fucking love you so much, Elliot.” Noah moaned between kisses. I couldn’t form a single word let alone keep up with how his body felt pressed onto mine, it was sending shockwaves up and down my body. His hand ran up my thigh and grazed the lace of my underwear, making me curse under my breath. I needed him now. My hands wandered and ran over his erection, making him almost flinch from the contact.

“Fuck me, Noah.”

Without a protest Noah ripped off my underwear and got himself undressed in the blink of an eye. He dragged me to the edge of the bed, sitting me up so he could take my dress off. A smirk appeared on his face as he pushed me back onto the bed, situated himself between my hips before slowly entering me. I gasped loudly from the adjustment, which I knew sent him over the edge.

Everything felt like a blur. All I could remember was how our bodies stuck together while he gently fucked me, almost as if he wanted to savour this moment. He stole kisses from me, making me smile as if I just won a contest. In some way I guess I did. We stayed like that for a few more moments before he flipped me over, grabbed a handful of my hair as he started fucking me from behind roughly. Every thrust made me cry out but I couldn’t get enough of it.

Noah stopped abruptly and began to eat me out from behind while rubbing circles on my clit. My toes curled as I gripped onto the pillow harder and harder. It didn’t take me long to reach my peak and I felt myself drown Noah as my orgasm left my body, leaving me shivering. He forcefully rolled me onto my back and bent over my face.

“Open.”

I reluctantly opened my mouth as he spit into my mouth. He watched me so intently, rubbing his erection as he waited for me to swallow. I drew in a sharp breath and swallowed.

“Good girl.” He smiled, stroking my neck. “I just wanted you to taste what I’ve been missing.”

I quickly took him in my mouth, gliding up and down his erection so slowly, almost torturing him. He gripped my hair at the base of my neck, pulling harder the longer I went. I could tell I was driving him wild, his whispered sighs and moans was music to me. “I don’t want to go yet baby.” He breathed as he laid back down on the bed. Noah grabbed my hand, insinuating he wanted me on top to slow things down, and I wasn’t going to protest. I hovered over him and gave him a kiss before sliding myself down his dick. We both gasped simultaneously and I felt euphoria inside of me. I began to ride him slowly, just enjoying him being inside of me. Noah brought his hand up to my throat , grabbing gently as I wrapped my hands around his arm to keep my balance.

“That’s it baby, nice and slow.” Noah moaned, his eyes closing with every grind. “I could spend all night like this, being in you.”

I kissed his arm gently, “me too.”

“Do you love me?”

His question caught me off guard and caused me to stop, “y-yes.”

“Ellie, do you love me?” I nodded, but I don’t think that was good enough for him. His hand pressed harder on my throat, making me gasp. ”Say you love me.”

“I love you Noah.” He sat up and crashed his lips into mine, his tongue gently grazing mine. It was crystal clear where I stood. Who was I fooling thinking I could find this with someone else. There was no one like him.

“El -“ “Noah, let me…” I put my hands on his chest and laid him back down, he tried to sit up again but I stopped him. He laid down in a huff, not liking that he wasn’t in control. I smirked as I started to grind on him again. It didn’t take him long as I felt him tighten around me and grip my hips before spilling into me. I fell onto his chest as we laid there, drenched in sweat. His heart was racing so fast as his chest rose up and down. I was waiting for him to make the first move, I was terrified to speak.

“Ellie?” I nodded to let him continue, I was completely breathless, “I don’t want to bring down the mood, but where do we go from here?”

“Umm …” I paused, rolling over so I could look at him. His hair was all over the place from his sweat, and even in the dark I could see how flushed his cheeks were. It was hard to not give him anything he wanted when he looked like that.

“I’m sorry if I’m getting impatient.” He replied as his eyes dropped down to where my hands were, “it’s all I can think about since yesterday.”

“I’m sorry.” I exhaled as I ran my hand over his chest tattoo, “I know you won’t hurt me, but my anxiety is trying to convince me you will. It’s nothing you’ve done, it’s just something I need to get over.”

He sighed as he gently stroked my hair, “Ellie, this is something I don’t expect you to get over. You have every right to feel this way. I just need you to know that I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you, and I’ll spend every waking moment protecting you like I should’ve. I want to be the man I promised you I would be…” his voice trailed and looked up at him, his eyes were glistening with the tears he tried to hold back. “I don’t want to cause you anymore pain, you don’t deserve that.”

I ran my fingers along the nape of neck, pulling his face closer to me as I kissed him gently. “Stay with me then. I just need us to take things slow.”

His lips pressed into my forehead, completely grounding me. “Anything for you”

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theworldoffostering · 9 months

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I am beside myself. We are back in the national parks and spent today at one of the lakes. DH’s friends from ID came over and we did a picnic lunch with them. It was a really nice day. We then got ice cream and headed back to our campsite to get dinner made.

People were cranky from being in the sun all day and probably travel and being hungry. I was talking to my mom about my dad, and texting with my cousin (her grandma is in the hospital on hospice apparently) and taking each of the little kids for a walk around the loop to try to create some separation and space for everyone.

DS and Ms. 6 were doing nothing to help. Ms. 6 stayed in the tent most of the day bc she's mad and wants to go home. I asked the teens to take a walk. They did and when they came back we were almost ready to eat. Ms. 6 said she wasn't eating and again stated she wanted to go home.

Two minutes later she took off running and took DS with her. I had to report them missing to a park ranger and they put out a BOLO.

Within one minute of the BOLO going out, they were found but then Ms. 6 asserted to the ranger once again that I am abusing her! And then she told the ranger I was abusing DS! And DS went along with it. Didn't deny it.

The ranger that found the kids was one of the ones that helped us last year when we had this scenario and she was so mad at me--basically yelled at me saying that I was now back for the second summer and I had TWO kids accusing me of abuse. So it once again turned into a whole thing.

They wanted me to have proof that I wasn't abusing the kids. Thankfully, I managed to get DS's therapist on the phone at 9pm and one of the people that is in our home doing life skills weekly with the kids. Ms. 6 instructed DS not to speak to his therapist. Ms. 6's therapist never picked up.

Ms. 6 was aggressive even with park rangers present and the police said they could arrest her based on her actions (attempted assault on me in front of them and resisting an officer) but they didn't want to bc she would then be released in town and have nowhere to go. They also considered a 72 hour hold but it would have also resulted in her being released in town with nowhere to go (we are supposed to leave this morning for home). So they basically spent three hours de escalating while I cried my eyes out and tried to not go into shock (my entire body was shaking due to the adrenaline). Then a ranger drove them back to our campsite and dropped them off where H and E were crying hysterically from the stress and saying they didn't feel safe with Ms. 6.

I am beyond sad this happened AGAIN and things have been absolutely fine--smooth even with Ms. 6 on this trip but something was bothering her this morning. I asked her about it. She had a lot of attitude but I just let that roll off. I asked her what she needed. Provided suggestions and eventually asked her if she wanted a nap. She said she did so that's what she did. Before she laid down, I asked her if I could give her a hug and she said yes so I did and felt like we were okay.

Ms. 6 snap chatted with her biological family the entire time the police were managing the situation. Clearly not taking anything too seriously.

I then spent another two hours in the tent with them while they smugly giggled about how great they are. I cried again. Talked to them. Tried to explain why this was not okay. Tried to explain what could be done differently. Said I was glad they were not in jail or the hospital. Radio silence.

I stayed n the van with H and E while DH slept in the tent with the other four.

I'm exhausted. I'm so sad. Idk what to do. I'm not sure how we will make the 20 hour drive home tomorrow. I cannot ever travel with Ms. 6 again. I know DS’s therapist wants DS separated from Ms. 6 but Ms. 6 is being super manipulative. Do I tell her she cannot live at home any more? How do I create felt safety for everyone when she continues to do this?

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babygirl-diaz · 8 months

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Samtember Day 05: Fishing | Camping

818 words | Rated G | @samsseptember

((I chose camping for this prompt and made it a bit of an au))

Sam swung side to side on the hammock with a book in hand, his twin toddlers on either side of him, and a look of concern on his face. He wasn’t actually reading the book. He was instead busy watching his husband trying to put together the tent and failing miserably at it.

“I got this, Sam,” Steve had insisted. “You just go ahead and read to the boys.”

And so Sam did. “Do you need help?” He asked around 10 minutes ago.

“No! I can do this!” Steve replied, a little angrier than he probably intended to sound.

Sam put up his hands in surrender and went back to reading until the kids fell asleep. Sam loved his husband with all his heart, but the guy was terrible with directions and more stubborn than necessary. First, he got them lost while driving, and now Sam’s city-boy husband was trying to put together a tent he clearly did not know how to put together.

Sam could see when the tent left Steve exasperated and close to tears. But he still didn’t ask for help. Stubborn to a fault. So Sam took pity on him and carefully got up, which obviously woke up the twins. They stared at Sam with their big brown eyes. “Boys, do you wanna help Daddy put together the tent?” He asked them.

“Yes!” the boys said together and scrambled to get out of the hammock. The older one, Riley, almost fell, but then steadied himself and went over to Steve. Sam put James on the ground before getting out of the hammock himself.

“Eight hands are better than two,” Sam told Steve, who looked like he was ready to protest once again.

Steve sighed, and his shoulders dropped in defeat. “Fine,” he mumbled.

Between the four of them (more like the two. Riley and James got bored after 2 minutes and started chasing each other instead), they put the tent together with a lot of help from YouTube and a minimal amount of crying and screaming.

They spent the rest of the night playing with the kids in the lake and then reading to them until they fell asleep, asking more questions than either Sam or Steve could ever answer.

Sam got out of the tent and went to sit by the lake, a couple of feet from them, and look out at the dark night sky. It was so peaceful here. Such a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of their daily lives. Sam enjoyed being Captain America. He did. But sometimes he wished he could just take a break.

A couple of minutes later, he felt something on his shoulders and looked up to find Steve putting a blanket on him.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Steve asked as he sat down beside Sam.

Sam rested his head on Steve’s shoulder, as he said, “I’m not a camping guy, but I sure do wanna start now.”

“I can’t believe I turned you into a camping guy,” Steve teased.

“You didn’t, city boy. But this trip sure did.”

“Hey!” Steve huffed, offended, but then laughed. “I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, and I should have asked for help. I just wanted to be the one to do this, you know?”

Sam looked up at Steve and frowned. ‘Why?”

“You’re Cap, but you’re also so much more. You can do so much more. But my identity starts and ends with that damn shield. It’s been 7 years since I retired, but I haven’t been able to make anything of myself.”

“I thought you enjoyed being a stay-at-home dad,” Sam said, worried.

“No, I do,” Steve was quick to assure him. “I love being a stay-at-home dad. I love looking after the two rascals. But I also wanna be able to put a tent together, you know?” Steve ducked his head as he added, “I’m not making any sense, am I?”

“No, you are, babe,” Sam told him. “Let’s make one thing clear. You are much more than that shield. You are a dad, a husband, a goddamn pillar of our Delacroix community. Just because you can’t put a tent together, doesn’t mean that you’re any less. Today, your sons saw you asking for help when you were stuck and you know they learned?”

Sam stopped and looked at Steve, who shook his head.

“They learned that it’s important to ask for help when you can’t do something by yourself. Kids are visual learners and now when they get stuck on something, instead of trying to figure it out on their own, they’ll ask for help.”

Steve said nothing for a while, but then he grinned and said, “Why are you so smart?”

“You really scored yourself a deal, didn’t you?” Sam joked.

“That I did,” Steve replied and captured Sam’s lips in a kiss.

#samtember2023 #fishing #camping #sam wilson #steve rogers #samsteve #original child characters #marvel #drabble #aashnas drabble

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thedeadmansgirl · 4 months

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A Chance to Start Over | Chapter 05

Pairing: Mark Calaway (The Undertaker) x Female OC (Mary)

Chapter Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ Only. Divorce, semi-graphic birth description, newborn not crying

Length: 2100

Note: Thank you to everyone who liked the previous chapters ^_^ Tagging @lisaannwalterlover

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“You doin’ okay?” Mark asked, glancing at Mary who had her eyes tightly shut as she bit her lower lip so hard she tasted copper, her head resting on the window and her left knuckle turning white with how hard she gripped on the seat.

“Fantastic.” She managed to groan out and Mark couldn’t help but let out an amused huff before he caught himself and stopped.

“You uh… you have someone picking you up… you know, after?” He asked her and she only shook her head no.

“You need me to call someone for ya?”

“I-It’s fine. I can drive myself.” Mark glanced at her again, this time in disbelief.

“Not even, Steph or any of your friends?” She shook her head again and before she knew it, they were pulling into the hospital entrance. Mark handed the keys to the valet and grabbed Mary’s hospital bag in the backseat as she asked him.

“Okay, mama.” He said as he helped her out. “You ready?”

“Since last week.” She managed to joke as they walked towards the front desk and had her checked in.

Mark looked at Mary as she was answering the nurse’s questions on the front desk.

He never stopped loving her and he wished right at that moment, more than ever, as she tried her best to breathe through another contraction while still talking to the nurse, that he wasn't so traumatized by his past that she had pushed her out of his life while carrying his child.

He wished he had gotten help after what happened to Ellie… if he did, this would be a happy moment. Mary wouldn’t be driving herself home with a baby in the back seat, and they certainly wouldn’t be coming home to her house outside the city.

She turned to look at him briefly and saw he was already looking at her with a look she has never seen on him before and it’s making her feel even more uncomfortable than she already is. Mary gave him a tight lipped smile before looking back at the nurse who just told her that someone is on their way to come get her with a wheelchair in just a while.

When the nurse with the wheelchair came to take her up to her suite, she turned to Mark and said, “Thank you for driving me out here, Mark. I really appreciate it. B-but you can go now…” She couldn’t help her voice cracking slightly towards the end of her sentence. She willed her tears back, she didn’t want him to see her as weak, as she already is physically.

“A-are you sure? I got nothin’ to do today, I-I… uh, I can stay with you if you like.” Mark’s tone was so much calmer than it was when they first interacted that day, almost pleading, she thought. It was almost soothing for Mary and made her wish that they were having their baby as happily married parents-to-be.

But Mary knows better than to keep people waiting on her, she doesn’t really like that. Add to that the fact that it’s her (almost) ex-husband who told her very clearly that he didn’t want her baby, that she and the child could never replace the ones he lost. She shook her head and reached out to lightly squeeze his arm.

“Thanks, Mark. But you don’t have to do that. Just–Just sign the papers and mail them to my lawyer first thing tomorrow.”

And with that, she was wheeled away and Mark stood on his spot next to the reception desk. Watching the love of his life fade into the sea of people to have his kid on her own.

It took a while before Mark was taken out of his haze. The nurse on the front desk had been calling for his attention. “Sir?”

Mark looked to his left and managed to utter, “Yeah?”

“I asked if you will be accompanying Mrs. Calaway in her suite?”

It’s a split second decision, and before he could think about it, Mark was nodding in agreement. “Yes. Yes, I will be accompanying my wife. Let me just–I’m just going to get something from the car.”

The nurse on the front desk nodded in acknowledgement, as she confirmed the room number to Mark who wasted no time going back outside and asking for the valet to bring the car back to the front.

Mark found himself in the department store not too far away from the hospital, browsing newborn clothings. He never even asked Mary about the baby’s gender. “Fuck.” He muttered to himself, doing his best to choose the most neutral colors he could find that aren't white or green. He settled on yellows. On his way out back to the parking lot, he passed by a jewelry shop and stood outside for a few seconds before going inside with a determined look on his face.

A few moments later, Mark was driving back to the hospital. As soon as he got in the lobby, panic set in. It’s a lot busier than it was not more than an hour ago, and everyone in scrubs seems to be running towards one direction while someone is shouting orders. Mark approached the front desk and found the nurse from earlier talking on the phone, she briefly glanced up at him with an apologetic smile before she put the receiver to her chest to tell him Mary’s room number again, thinking he forgot it.

“Sorry, sir. There’s been an accident on the freeway and we’re all hands on deck.” She explained and he thanked her before making his way up to his laboring wife. When he got to her room he found her pacing with a hand on her back and the other gripping the wheeled steel bar where her IV bag was hanging. He knocked three times, startling her.

“Jesus Christ, Mark!” she exclaimed with a hand on her chest.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare ya.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Wha-what are you doing here? I thought you went home. D-did you forget something?”

“No… I–I can’t let you go through this part alone, Mary.” He said, finally fully entering the room and closing the door behind him.

She looked at him in utter confusion, and for a second forgot the burning pressure that was getting stronger between her legs before it brought her down to a squat. She groaned in pain as she held onto the steel bar and Mark, without a beat, was on her side, rubbing her lower back with his thumb.

“I-I’m so sorry.” She muttered when the contraction eased and Mark pulled his hand back.

“Next time, you squeeze my hand, darlin’.” He replied but she only shook her head.

“Yo-you don’t have to do this, Mark. I’m gonna be fine…”

“Stop with that now–”

“You don’t want to be here and my goodness, you don’t want to see what’s about to happen.” She managed to chuckle, but meaning every word.

Mary doesn’t know why she feels like it’s a hundred percent game over for them if he sees her passing a head through her vagina, as if they even stood a chance before; she reminded herself that he doesn’t want her and her child, which makes the current situation all the more confusing for her.

“Why are you really here, Mark?” She blurted out as she walked towards the bed and gently sat down on the edge.

He looked down at her sadly and said, “I want to be here for you, Mary.”

She chuckled at that and shook her head. “Don’t do this, Mark.” She said, as she reached for a water bottle on the side table.

“Don’t do what?”

“This… whatever this is you’re trying to pull.” Gesturing a finger between them. “I don’t even know what you want at this point.” She muttered as she placed the bottle to her lips to take a sip.

“What do I gotta do or say to make you believe that I meant what I said?” Mary looked at the towering man incredulously.

“Are you fucking serious right now, Mark?” She hissed as she felt another contraction coming, getting to her feet and casually raised a finger telling her ex husband to give her a minute while she rides out her contraction.

When it ended, she let out a loud sigh and a little pained groan as she felt another one coming, “Oh no.” She muttered and Mark began to slightly panic. “What’s wrong? Should I go and call a nurse?”

Mary nodded with her eyes tightly shut as she tried her best to breathe through the pain while Mark rushed out to the nurse’s station to get some help but no one was there.

“Goddamn it!” He exclaimed, taking huge strides back into Mary’s room.

“Mary, no one’s–”

“Mark, I’m sorry. I need your help—oh!” Mary grunted and groaned trying to keep the head in for as long as she can handle — but she can feel its head, and it's coming. Fast!

“Anythin’ darlin. What do you need me–”

“Catch!” Mary squealed in sheer panic but did her best to stay as calm as she could.

“What?”

“She’s here! I feel her hea–oh! Hurry!”

In a beat, Mark was grabbing the towel that was folded on the bed and getting down to his knees. “W-what do I do?” He looked up at her with wide frightened eyes as she began hiking up her hospital gown, and that’s when he saw it.

Mary felt the head spreading her tight pussy, hisses of pain escaped her lips and she slowly pushed the crowning head that’s dropping down.

"I'm so sorry," She tearily told Mark as he looked up at her.

"You don't gotta be sorry, darlin'." She shook her head and tried to take in a few breaths.

“I know this is too disgusting and I’m sorry to need to ask for you help–" She wasn't even able to finish her sentence.

“Ooooh!” She cried out and Mark was quick to cup the baby's head that’s falling out from her folds.

“Mary, this is the most natural thing in the world. You don’t have to worry about it. I wanted to be here.” He reassured her but she shook her head again, trying to suppress her tears as she tried to focus on the task at hand.

“You didn’t want this…” She panted and he looked up at her with his sad green eyes, gently rubbing her thigh with his hand.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn't, darlin’. Now push, they’re almost out.”

“I’m so sorrrrrrryyyy—” the pain has become too much that she lets out a low feral groan that Mark has never heard come out of her before.

Mary spreads her legs wider and finally the head pops out making the both of them gasp in surprise.

“They’re almost here, darlin’...” Mark said excitedly looking up at Mary as she tried to get the shoulders through. Fluids gushed out as Mary bore down one last time and the rest of the baby came sliding out, leaving Mark shocked as he stared at the child–a girl–in his hands.

He immediately wrapped her up with the towel, lightly rubbing her with it.

“She’s here, Mary! We have a daughter!” He exclaimed tearily as Mary tried to regain her composure, leaning on the side table to drag herself to the bed when she felt her legs wobble in exhaustion. Mark immediately but gently, stood up to help Mary onto the bed, handing her the baby that was still attached to her.

“Why isn’t she crying?” Mary began to cry loudly as Mark gently placed the infant on her arm. She turned the baby face down in between her fingers and patted & rubbed on the infant’s back. Mark was frantically pressing the call button.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as he stormed out of the room to look for a nurse.

Luckily someone was at the nurse’s station and he almost ran.

“My wife– she just had the baby and it’s not crying.” He explained quickly and the nurse nodded, wasting no time to rush into Mary's room and cutting the cord. The nurse took the baby to the prepped table to suction off its nose and mouth.

Mark rushed to Mary's side, gently rubbing her back as she trembled with a mix of exhaustion and anxiety and he felt like his heart was going to burst out his chest when the baby finally began wailing and Mary sobbed loudly as the nurse gently placed the baby on her chest.

Final Chapter

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smolweeblets · 2 years

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Drunk confessions

A/n: can you guys tell idk how to name my stories? Anyways Yelena is so ooc here but shes drunk so I'll use that excuse.

"Y-yn? Can you uh, pick me up please?" Sniffles could be heard as you listened to your friend. You panicked, thoughts racing through your head about what happened to her.

"please hurry up... Im at the bar we go to sometimes." A bar? Oh god this isnt good. Hurried shuffling to get into your clothes ensued. You tried to not panic and think about this rationally. Although failing for the most part.

Why is she crying? Is she in danger-? Oh god I have to get there faster.

You mentally slapped yourself, gathering your thoughts. You did need to move faster but she wouldn't be in danger, if she was she wouldn't be calling you. She was always a logical person and no matter how close you two were she would still be calling 911 if it was really serious. You wracked your brain for possible answers, then it dawned on you.

She was probably really drunk, otherwise she wouldn't be crying on a call like this with you and asking you to pick her up. Although the fact that she is drunk is also weird, since she never usually drank that much alcohol, if any at all. And she wasn't particularly a lightweight. Something must have come up in her life for her to get drunk like this. Well that doesn't matter right now, what matters is you getting her as quickly as you can.

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Small sniffles and hiccups could be heard as you approached the hunched figure sitting on the steps of the bar. She looked absolutely miserable.

"Hey, Yelena? Are you okay?" You gently put your hand on her shoulder, alerting her more of your presence.

She wipes her face with her arm before looking at you and slowly nodding.

"Okay that's good, how about we get to my car now alright?" You go in front of her and gesture for her to take your hand, which she does to help herself up.

She stumbles as she stands, having to lean on to you just to not fall flat on the floor. The sight was almost funny, her large looming figure being supported by your much smaller frame.

You two got to your car and you made sure she leaned back properly and buckled up, in the process, you get a glimpse of just how bad of a state she's in.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was flushed red. You could almost feel the horrible hangover she would have to endure tomorrow. Bringing her to your house instead of hers would probably be better for the both of you. So she's sure to be taken care of, and so you dont stay up all night worried she isn't. There really was no way you'd let her be by herself in this state.

You start driving and theres a long silence between the two of you. It wasn't confortable, nor was it awkward. It was just that, nothing but silence and your thoughts.

Eventually Yelena notices that you werent taking her home, even in her drunk state she could tell the scenery was different from her usual route.

"Hey... where are you taking me- *hic* " Yelena slurred her words, sounding very disoriented.

"I'm taking you to my place, its safer and i wouldnt have to worry too much about you." Your calm voice normally would have been soothing but it looked like Yelena thought the opposite right now.

"N-no- I can take care of myself just take me home please.." Yelena sounded like she was about to cry. You felt bad but you knew what was best.

"Sorry, no can do. You say that but you dont look like you can even stand by yourself." As soon as you finished your sentence, It looks like a dam broke in Yelena and she broke into small sobs.

"I dont want to be in your house right now okay... or even with you for that matter" She cried. It broke your heart seeing Yelena look so sad and hearing that it could be because of you.

"Why? Is there something I did? If so, I'm sorry but I just can't leave you alone like this." You reasoned. You placed your hand on her shoulder as a very small way of giving comfort.

"Yes you can," She whined while sloppily removing your hand. "ill be fine by myself... like i always am." The last part was barely a whisper, if you weren't so tuned in with her you would have missed it.

You grip the steering wheel hard as you think about your next move.

"Yelena, it might be personal but please tell me what's wrong, if it's been something I did or what. I can't bear to see you in this state."

"It's nothing- just let me be." Some of the sobbing had subsided, but she was still sniffling a lot. You handed her a tissue to wipe some snot off her face, which she thankfully accepted.

"Yelena, I can't just leave a friend alone like this. Just tell me what's wrong so I can help." You glanced at her worriedly.

"God! Just stop asking, it's not like you'd be able to help." Hostility was now laced in her voice, it sounded strained and painful.

"I just want to help a friend- but if you dont want to talk about it then fine."

"Dont fucking call me YOUR FRIEND!" Tears were running down Yelena's face as she screamed.

"I FUCKING HATE BEING YOUR FRIEND SO STOP CALLING ME THAT!" You could only look in hurt as you watched her say all this. You thought you two were close but hearing her scream about this felt like a stab through the heart. She may be drunk but they do say drunk words are sober thoughts and it pained you to know this was what shes been thinking of you.

"I'm sorry then... but I am still taking you home. I care about you Yelena, and you're drunk." You worriedly asserted.

"God this is why i fucking hate you- youre too... nice." Yelena spat out. She hesitated saying the last word, and faltered throughout saying it.

"Wait- come again?"

"It's nothing. Ignore me, I'm drunk." Yelena said in almost a whisper. The tears had subsided, leaving only the traces of crying.

"No. Yelena, what did you say earlier."

"Youre too fucking nice and perfect. That's why I fell in love with you and why I hate you because you'd never reciprocate my feelings. There, happy now?"

"Oh..."

"Yeah, well that you know, you can go ahead and drop me off wherever. I can manage." It seems almost as if all the alcohol got knocked out of her. From how she was acting you wouldn't be able to tell she was bawling just a few minutes ago.

You slowed down, stopping by the side of the road. Yelena wasn't shocked at all that you actually were dropping her off. She deserved it.

She was getting ready to get off, unclasping her seatbelt and reaching to unlock the door.

"Yelena wait." You grabbed her bicep, wanting her attention back to you.

Yelena looked back to you, confused. Your seatbelt was also unclasped, though she didn't notice and just wanted to know what else you wanted to say before she left.

You suddenly leaned towards Yelena and you reached out to gently hold her cheek to hopefully not make her move too suddenly and to angle her face properly. To say she was shocked is an understatement. She fully thought she'd never have a chance with you, not in a million years.

You pull back and lean back into your seat, sighing in relief.

"God, you have no clue how long I've wanted to do that." You chuckle a little.

Yelena could do nothing but gape at you with large gray eyes looking at you as if what happened was just an illusion from the alcohol. Her hand ghosted over where you kissed her, still damp from her crying earlier.

"So? Do you still want to go back to your home?" You joke, hoping to clear away the uncertainty Yelena still seemed to have.

She shook her head, too flustered to even respond properly. She was already red earlier but now, she looks like a literal tomato. A cute one, but a tomato nonetheless.

You reached over to buckle Yelena's seatbelt again and you felt her flinch under your touch. She stared at you again and you just smiled back.

"Gotta take precautions." You giggled while reaching to buckle your own seatbelt.

The ride back home was quiet, but the comfortable kind. You caught Yelena staring at you a lot, but you didn't mind, she deserves it after pining for you that hard.

You led her staggering form into your home and into your bedroom, you instructed her to sit while you picked out some clothes that could maybe fit her. It was quite a task, considering just how much bigger she was than you.

Eventually, you did find something that she could wear and handed them over. You told her you'd be sleeping on the couch tonight, since you didn't want her to be uncomfy. You were about to leave to let her get changed when she called out for you.

"I'm drunk... help me dress please?" You almost would've thought she was serious with how sincere she looked. If only she wasn't wearing her stupidly coy smirk. She really is herself, even when drunk.

"Wow, where'd my flustered little 'lena from earlier go?" You laughed lightheartedly.

"Right here, please do help me." She pleaded. Her mouth was downturned, pretending to be sad.

"Hmm... okay but no funny business, you're drunk." You chided.

"Thank you babe." Yelena jokes, having an adorable close eyed smile.

"Stop that. Dont act like you weren't just crying over me a few minutes ago." You playfully scolded.

"Whatever you say babe." She teased.

You decided to stop the banter and actually help her out of her clothes. It was a surprisingly time consuming task because she constantly kept trying to make you laugh through various actions. You appreciate the effort, but not the action. You had to basically wrangle the clothes off of her because she wouldnt stop moving and causing a fuss.

After a few minutes of wrestling to finally get her dressed you finally succeeded. You also tired yourself out, so you made your way to the light and flicked it off. Then right back on again when you heard Yelena request something.

"Hey... you can sleep here you know-" Yelena suggested.

"No thanks, i can manage being on the couch." You point you thumb behind you, gesturing to the living room.

"But since im like drunk it gives you a good chance to take care of me." She reasoned out. Admittedly a pretty smart one considering she is, in fact, drunk.

"I think you're using that excuse too much, just go to sleep." You scoffed lightheartedly

"Pleaseeee-" She whined, using her most convincing puppy eyes. God how she had so much power over you was crazy.

"If you puke on me or my bed tomorrow i will kick you out." You sighed. You relented to her wishes way too quickly for you liking.

Yelena excitedly gasped, and smiled widely. "No! Of course i wont,, now come here please." She patted the area beside her, beckoning you to get in. You flicked the light back off and made your way ro the mattress.

Yelena snuggled up beside you and practically melted in your arms. Oh how she has craved for this for so, so long. She slept soundly that night, smiling in her sleep.

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strawberryfaced · 2 months

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What are your fave scenes in s3? ☺️

im so glad u asked anon .. ive been waiting to find an excuse to talk abt this. ….

ep2: ok so in ep2 i’m sooooo obsessed with the tiny scene where simon puts his head on wille’s shoulder like a little dog or something. there’s just something sooo innocent and wholesome about it. but then there’s also wille and august’s fight and oh my god. the way wille almost killed him just because he said a few words to his bf… like calm down but also i support u. then again I actually have found myself kinda rooting for august this season so… kinda yikes too. and oh my god wait wait i have to talk about simon’s new song. FIRST OF FUCKING ALL THE REFERENCE TO REVOLUTION BY ELIAS (which im coincidentally listening to right now)??? AND THEN ALSO HIS LITTLE CHUCKLE WHEN HE GETS THR POSITIVE COMMENTS (which are absolutely deserved. it needs to be on Spotify right now) THAT SCENE. I LOVE SIMON. BUT THEN AGAIN NOT EVEN THR BEST PART BECAUSE I INOW IT WS SAD BUT WHEN WILLE CALLED SIMON TELLING HIM HE NEEDED TO DELETE THR VIDEO HIS LITTLE OKAY… !!//&&

ep3: for ep3 firstly the pre-camp scene when wille picks up simon. the “big boy”. IM CRYING. and the hammock scene …….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. but oh my god do not even get me fuckinf started on the rave scene. that one frame of wilmon. roshella and frederika’s jealousy (ok personally i am not a stella nor frederika fan. the way they treat Felice is an absolute no but still that scene killed me). BUT ALSO WILMON’s TENT FIGHT??? I MEAN LIKE. THE SHUSHING. WILLE REFERENCINF SIMON SELLIG TO AUGUST. ABSOLUTELY. FOUL. ok but the one that really did it for me was simon and linda comfort scene. i cried during that scene. i love love love linda and simon so much no one will get it.

ep4: wilmon flirting during the inspection. no further notes . anyways sara and her dad bonding driving singing scene. I didn’t include most of sara’s scenes in my favourite scenes but oh my god can I just say sara, august, and micke this season I loved their stories sos so much. and the singing while driving scene. it hurt me. because as much as I hate to admit it micke reminds me of my own dad (and wille. wille this season. when I watched some of his scenes I got fully afraid). so yeah that’s really important to me!! ok anyway there is also the baking scene. no further notes on this one too. OK BUT THE HALLWAY MAKEOUT I SCREAMED. WHAT. I really really really need edvin and omar’s commentary on this one.

ep4: not many fave scenes in this one but my favourite scene in this ep was probably the one after simon’s home was broke into and wille runs to him and embraces him in a hug. no kissing, no sneaky flirting (as much as I love those things) just pure warmth and love and care. I loved it.

ep5: actually ep5 Broke me but since young royals is just so amazing I still managed to have favourite scenes in this one. first is the music room fight. yes yes I know it was terrible but it was terrible and I loved it. I just really loved the intensity here and it was such a huge contrast from the previous seasons too because tbh s1 and s2 to me were mostly like wille being obsessed with simon and simon being an amazing confident assertive boyfriend. but this season…. this scene… it changed. wille’s angry so much and it’s like simon is just trying his best. he’s sacrificed some of his own feelings to care for wille’s (not saying he didn’t do that previous seasons) it was biggggg. ALSO THE MORNING HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I LOVE YOU WILMON. oh OH OH AND THEN AUGUST GIVING SAFA THE LETTER. like I said previously i actually am kind of rooting for august this season and sara I love her screen time so much she’s such an interesting character. so the combo of this … it was crazy. and I honestly really enjoyed the way sara just hugged august it made me smile very hard but ngl the kiss was abit too much for me. i think that was like…not good of them to do. last but not least wilmon birthday fight. can i just say. the whole cast in that scene were amazing. you know the famous fallen angel painting. that was how amazing edvin’s acting was. it was so so intense. and simon/omar .. i respect them so much in that scene. anyways we’re not gonna talk abt the bed scene because that doesn’t exist in my little head anymore :)

okay that was it i believe. both waiting for and watching the last episode will probably include a lot of crying. but u know it is what it is!! we rock this shit right!! i love young royals with my whole heart and to the anon that sent me this ask im so so sorry for dumping all this on u but thank u for letting me talk :3 n to anyone else who saw this if u read even one paragraph of this i love you

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The Handsome Artist. 12. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Let's go Colorado. After the messy night they spend together, Abigail agrees to go on a trip to Red Rocks.

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Previous part: Warm Shower.

Notes: Pic. This is the last of the future parts I had written so... next chapter will probably take a while.

Warning: Food.

"Are you sure? You look pretty happy"

Molly said.

"I'm sure. I want to go."

I was impatient. He said he would at 8 pm, we would drive through the night and arrive in the morning, sleep a bit and then in the afternoon we would go to Red Rocks. At first I thought it was a bit of a horrible idea. Driving for so many hours and at night. But then he got all excited and he was beaming in happiness. I was weak. After having him crying in my arms, I couldn't deny that.

"Do you have condoms? Toothpaste? The phone charger."

I blushed. Both Molly and Charlotte were there with me. I had condoms. I wasn't sure I would need them. I wasn't sure if I was ready for it. I was kind of scared yet. It was a big deal for me. But just in case.

"She has. I saw them" Molly answered for me.

The doorbell interrupted them. Molly jumped and ran to the door. "Yes, come up"

I felt the nerves setting. We have met four times in this two weeks. It was always quick coffee dates when we had some free time. We had planned the whole trip, he had informed me of everything and seeing him so excited made me even happier. But it was a trip with his friends. With people I barely knew. I wasn't used to this. I hadn't left the city in months.

When I saw him appear, I almost faint. He was so handsome. Today he was looking the best he had done in the last two weeks. Through our dates, I had seen him getting better. He hadn't slept much on the first days. Dark marks had circled his eyes. But he looked so fresh now. He looked so good.

"Ladies..." He gave Molly a quick hug and then walked to Charlotte, who opened her arms and squeezed him.

"Take care of my girl. She hasn't left in so long. Not even Molly could do it"

I blushed.

"I promise, Charlotte"

They didn't know what had happened. I just told them he had invited me. I couldn't expose him like that.

Daniel kissed Charlotte's cheek.

"And remind her to bring a souvenir. She always forgets. The girls went to this trip to New York on high school. It was Molly who brought the gif for me"

"I always take a thousand pictures for you" I defended myself.

"I want a magnet for the fridge." Charlotte told Danny.

"Noted"

Then Daniel turned to me and smiled so big.

"Ready?"

"Ready"

"Take care, have fun and enjoy a lot" Molly exclaimed through the window when we were getting my stuff on the car.

Soon, he started the engine.

"Let's go, Colorado"

"Let's go" I said smiling.

He turned the music on and started driving. Soon we wetr out of Los Angeles.

"Well, now, 15 hours to Morrison, Colorado." He said smiling at me.

The first part of the trip was slow, there was so much traffic and we were in silence. We didn't talked much. But when 2 hours later he pull to the side of the road.

"Wanna stretch my legs a bit" He gave me the softest smile.

"Okay. I can drive, If you'd let me."

"I think I'm saving that for later"

"Fine"

We jumped out of the car and looked around. There was not much to see. Only a small town in the middle of nowhere.

I leaned on the car and he walked closer to me.

"How are you?" He asked softly.

"I'm fine. You?"

He bit his lip.

"Ready to have some good fun" He grabbed my hand. "Aren't you nervous or something?"

"I'm nervous, yes. But excited."

He smiled and leaned next to me.

"I have thought that... Well." He swallowed. "I have been thinking a lot this week, Abigail"

I felt my breath get stuck in my throat.

"I want you to know what happened because it weights so much on me. I'm so so grateful for your help. For dealing with it. And I feel that you deserve to know"

"Daniel..."

"Don't stop me. I want to tell you, Abi. I'm sorry I'm doing it now. Maybe it's not the way you wanted to start the trip, but I really need to do it. I can't wait till Monday or Tuesday."

I touched his arm softly.

"It's fine. I told you to do it when you felt ready, if it's now..."

He nodded slowly.

"Do you mind if we get back to the road? Driving helps me to relax."

"Of course, yes."

Before letting me in the pink car, he pulled me for a hug. I took a deep breath and brace myself for what he would tell me.

It took him more than five minutes to start. I was there, nervously waiting and playing with me rings.

"Fine. Um... I don't know where to start"

"From the beginning. Just take your time"

He took my hand and kissed my knuckles before dropping it on his thigh. I took a breath. I could feel his skin, obviously not covered by his diy shorts. His tattoo, the ship, was right under my palm and I felt so uneasy.

"Fine. Uh... I had a girlfriend. Holly"

Nice. Good start.

"I dated her for a while." He grabbed the wheel with both hands and swallowed. "It was a long relationship."

I sjust let him sleep. I didn't want to interrupt him. I wanted him to let it out at his own pace.

"We met on a party. We went home together that night. She seemed so perfect. The sex was good. She was beautiful. She had pretty hair and a good body. She was outgoing and loved expensive things. I don't know. I kind of feel for all of that. I had a pretty girlfriend. I was working in one of the most successful tattoo parlors in Los Angeles. I was blinded. She was nice. She was good with me, with my family. She treated them well"

He sighed.

I didn't knew what to feel. She seemed perfect and so different to me.

"But... All of that was on side of her. She was only that nice when I was around. It was Michael who told me. I couldn't believe him at first. It was..."

"You thought he was jealous" I finished. I knew that feeling well. I got so angry at Molly the first time she warned me.

He shoot me a quick look.

"Yes. She was manipulative. She was all smiles and nice words when I was there, but when I was not..." His voice broke for a second. "There was this time... My family was here. They came to spend Christmas here. She talked shit to my mum. And left Michelle outside the house. I defended her when she told me she hadn't heard the bell. Michelle got so angry at me and..."

I felt rage boiling in my blood. How could someone be like that?

"Holly manipulated me. She made me believe my family hated her for nothing. I was in love with her. I was blinded. Then... Then I started to realize. Michael put some sense into me... He always does" He chuckled a bit. "I'm glad he did. But then..."

His chest filled with air. He bit his lip and gripped the steering wheel hard. His knuckles went white.

My heart was beating fast. It felt so familiar. So real. So close. It felt like a lucid dream. I had lived it. I had gone through the same.

"I decided that I wanted to break up with her. She didn't made me happy anymore. It wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want my family to hate my partner. I wanted them to be happy. I wanted the kids to love their aunt. I-I... They are the most important thing for me and she made them fight, she made this two little kids who love each other fight. I opened my home for her and she took advantage of it."

I felt guilty. It was too soon and I had gone and treated the kids as if they were my family.

"Danny, wait. I'm sorry if I overstepped with them... I didn't mean to make you..."

"No, no, no. No, Abi. You are fine. It's fine. I loved it. Don't worry about it."

He grabbed my hand again and I shivered. He loved it. He loved me with the most important thing of his life.

"Okay. Um... Sorry."

"Don't be."

I gave him a smile and pulled his hand to my lap. I stroked his knuckles and he took a deep breath.

"Fine. Now comes the hard part"

"Okay" I caressed his skin softly and he gripped my fingers tight.

"The day I tried to break up with her... I told her it was over. I didn't want it anymore. S-she told me she was pregnant"

I felt cold. Did Danny had a kid? Why hadn't he told me? Did he lost it? Did their mother took them away? Did Danny not want them? He wasn't like that, right? Grace said he wanted to be a dad so bad.

"She begged me to not break up with her. For the sake of the kid. I-I believed her. I believed it was the best. I always wanted kids. I did it for my kid"

I reached for the window and opened it. I was suffocating. Where was that kid?

"I stayed with her. I told everyone. Friends. Family. I was excited. It was weird because I didn't love her. I wasn't happy with her. But thinking about how my kid, a kid I've always wanted, was growing in her, it made me less miserable. My family wasn't that happy. I knew they thought I should have the baby. They knew I wanted her away. But I wouldn't let that kid grow without me."

I wanted to cry and scream. I was so confused.

"Then... Then a couple of months went by. I thought the pregnancy was still pretty recent and that's why she wasn't showed much. Then... I-I caught her in the middle of a call."

His fingers moved in mine nervously. I couldn't understand anything. It was so confusing.

He swallowed before speaking.

"She was faking. She wanted to tie me to her. She wanted me around. She took advantage of me. I have money, I have good friends everywhere. I could give her a lot of things. She wanted it. So when she felt she was loosing it, she told me she was pregnant with a kid that never existed."

I felt my heart breaking. I hated that woman so much. I didn't even know her and I already hated her.

"Danny..."

"I had a trip planned to Australia for Dad's birthday. She had planned to fake an miscarriage during that week so I wouldn't be around. She wanted to say she had lost the kid."

"W-what?"

"Yes. Meanwhile... Meanwhile she had been trying to get pregnant. I don't even know what she tried with me. Don't wanna know."

I caressed his arm slowly and took his hand to my lips. I left a little kiss on the number 3 and he smiled softly.

"Tell me that's all" I begged him. I didn't want him to suffer. Why would she do that to him?

"I wish. The other day... That day... I saw her. I was a bit drunk and went out to get some fresh air. She was there. She has a kid now. Two years old kid."

"When did you..."

"Two years ago"

I gasped. Did he had a kid or not?

"She couldn't get pregnant from me. So she looked for someone's else. She found him. Has a kid now."

"Daniel I..." Everything made sense. His words on the bathroom, the state he was in, the tears.

"I didn't want you to know at first because it fucked me up. It fucked me really bad and I didn't want you to run away because of it"

"I won't. I won't run away. I-I... I have a past too, Dan."

He looked at me.

"What have they done?" He asked softly.

I would open to him. I would show him the most vulnerable Abigail.

"You know this thing people say. If I had a penny for any time I have been cheated on I would only have two pennies."

Another quick look and a soft touch on the side of my hand.

"Which is weird because I have only dated two men."

"No..."

"Yes. I've only have two boyfriends. Both cheated on me. That's why it takes me a bit to trust. I don't want to go through that again. I think I can understand your pain because Arnie, the last one... " I took a deep breath. "He manipulated me and messed so bad with me. I think I can understand what you feel"

Maybe tell him everything was too much. Maybe I wasn't ready to talk about my problems. About the trauma. Maybe I needed to talk to Jennifer first.

"Listen. Those two were total assholes. Okay? I don't know them. But I hate them. How could they do that to the best person that has ever stepped on Santa Monica and the rest of Los Angeles. Maybe even the states. Not the earth because my mum is an angel."

I blushed and my breath got stuck on my throat.

"You are so special, Abigail. Maybe you were too much for them. Not maybe. You were. You are beauty and grace. You are awesome. Abi, you are awesome. I will tell you as many times as you need. I'm so happy to have met you"

I brought his hand to my lips again and kissed it. His fingers were slightly stained with ink and I had just noticed.

I liked him so much. So so much. I was so sure of it. But not ready at all too. I was ready to be next to him, to go on trips with him, to go to the beach, make plans... But I wasn't ready for more. I wasn't ready and for the first time I didn't feel any kind of pressure. It was okay to go slow, to take a step each time.

"Thank you, Daniel. Y-you too. I love spending time with you and... I know you will be a good dad. Fantastic even. The kids love you and so will yours."

"Thank you, Abi. You are the sweetest."

I felt better now. He knew a piece of that part of me. He could understand now why I behave in certain ways.

"And... You are okay now, right?" He asked cautiously.

"I am. I go to therapy regularly."

"I mean with us" He said almost whispering. I loved the way his lips pounced us.

I blushed. I was more than okay. I had never been better.

"I am."

He smiled.

"Let's forget about them. About Arnie and Holly. Fuck them. We are now on our way to Red Rocks and we will have a good fun. Right?"

"Yes. I'm excited" I told him smiling.

"Fine. Because it will be great. Corey knows this place. He said we can go on a hike. Tomorrow. It's beautiful. A little lagoon. You're gonna love it"

My heart beated fast.

"Also, he has a loft with one of those sofa bed or divans or something like that. Only for you"

"Oh wow, I'm flattered."

He chuckled.

The tension had dissipated, he seemed more relaxed, he was smiling differently now. There were no worry lines on his forehead. And me? I felt as if I had left the cards on the table. He new my past, a part of it. I had just trusted him with that and I had only done it because I felt he wouldn't take advantage of it.

"Yeah, I didn't want you to share a room with me and the guys. Scotty is sleeping on Corey's room with Cloe, his girlfriend. They are getting married soon..."

He started talking nonstop. He told me about Scotty, his aussie friend who was a snowboard teacher. Cloe, his soon to be wife who was super nice. Then Corey, who was a photographer and producer in Hollywood, he didn't make big things but was so fucking good at his job. Then Blake, he was an accountant. He met him when he was working in another studio. He told him to follow him when he went with Lewis and he was in charge of finances in the studio now. Michael had a gym close to the Troubadour. He joked about how he gave spinning lessons to grannies. He was happy, he couldn't stop talking about how they would love me and how I would feel so comfortable with them.

"So... You have the loft because the soon to be married couple wanted the suit for themselfs. And I suppose you wouldn't want to share a bedroom with Mike and me or Blake and Corey." He chuckled. "Michael is full of testosterone. You've seen him. The guy is huge."

I laughed.

"It's fine, thank you. I just hope there are no ghost up there"

"I can protect you, don't worry"

It made me laugh. He was so cute.

He didn't stop talking during the whole trip. He talked about how he met Michael when they were barely kids. How he was an engineer but then discovered that his real passion was sport after being a rugby player. Then he talked about Blake. They met when Daniel messed with the numbers of his own tattoos and then the owner of the studio made him go and check it with Blake. Then he talked about how Scotty was his friend soulmate. He was from Melbourne, from the other side of the country. A couple of days by car probably. Then he told me about Corey, the wonderful stuff he made, the videos he always made from the trips they all made together. It was Corey's family house and the moment he told him about me, he was more than happy.

He laughed so hard when I opened my bag and pulled a half done crochet top.

"I bought this new shirt and any matched with it!" I defended myself.

"You are awesome. I want a top for my birthday"

The one in July. I remember Izzy clumsily saying his uncles birthdate. Maybe I could do something for him and gift it before he traveled to Australia.

We stopped on his favourite road restaurant in Nevada. They made all kinds of food. It was fun to share sushi and pizza in the middle of the dessert. Then whe crossed Las Vegas and he had to stop to take a Pic.

"I know it's not your thing, but we will come someday and I will show you my favourite things. No casino and party stuff, I promise" He said patting my leg.

Then the night came and we fell in silence. The music was on the back, soft and melodic. I was pretty relaxed and had rested well through the whole trip. The road was so calm. When I turned to him, he gave me a soft smile.

"Are you tired?" I whispered softly.

"A bit."

It was long past midnight. Long long.

"We can stop and have a coffee." I told him.

He smiled.

"Fine"

Soon we found a little village with a 24h open dinner. Macy's.

He stretched like a car when he climbed out of the car.

"Aren't you so tired?" He asked.

"I'm fine. I have been pretty relaxed the whole trip"

Inside the dinner, we order a couple of coffees and waffles with Nutella. Then we sat on the table. The place was empty and there was music playing on the back.

"If you don't like Nutella let me tell you that this won't work"

I giggled.

"I love it. Who doesn't?"

"Well. Holly didn't. I shouldn't have trusted her" He said laughing.

I knew what he was doing. He was trying to make it look less important. But I had hold him in tears under the shower.

I leaned and kissed his cheek softly. I blushed, but felt happy.

"Okay, let's be all cute and cliche. Open"

He showed me the fork with some waffle and I giggled. I opened and he gave it to me. It was delicious.

"It's so good" I said covering my mouth.

He dropped his arm around the sea and suddenly I was comfortably tucked on his side.

"It's sooooo good." He said having some himself.

I giggled when I saw the Nutella on the corner of his mouth. Cupping his chin, I wiped it carefully. I felt like a teen girl again. The only difference was that now the guy was truly interested in me.

We spent almost an hour in there, comfortable and talking in whisperes on the corner of that old place. I felt alive, I laughed like a kid at his stupid jokes and made him laugh at mine. It was incredible. Then we had an argument, testing who was more stubborn. I was. I won and payed for our late night dinner or too early breakfast.

He took my hand once we were outside.

"Hey, Dan"

He looked at me.

"Do you prefer if I drive this last time?"

"Are you sure?"

"You look tired. Get some rest."

He smiled and pulled me to his side, he kissed my temple and passed me the keys.

"Take care of her"

"Her?"

"Mhm"

It made me laugh.

We sat on the car and he observed me with a smile for the first few minutes. It made me a bit nervous because he looked like a puppy, but soon his eyes closed and the next time I looked he had laid against the window.

I drove for two hours, I saw sunrise in front of me accompanied by Danny's soft breathing. I tried to wake him up so we could share that moment, but he was so sleepy. It was cute. He looked like a baby. He looked way better than the other time I watched him sleep.

Then the GPS guided me to a house past Morrison, Colorado. It was made of wood, painted in light green. There was a couple of cars outside and a figure on the porch. It was only past 9 am when I parked. I recognized the figure. Michael. He got up and smiled, saying hi with his hand. I said hi too and saw how he went inside.

I turned to Daniel. He looked so handsome like this. I reached my hand and softly touched his hair. I was dying to feel it, to touch those black curls and comb them with my fingers.

"Danny? Hey sweetheart. We just arrived"

He stirred a bit and frowned.

"Dan. Good morning"

He opened his eyes and turned his face to me, I left my hand fall and he grabbed it.

"Good morning"

I hadn't slept a single minute since yesterday. I was exhausted. But his smile made me forget about that for a second.

"Did you drive here? All the way?"

"I actually found this man and asked him to do it for me. He stayed in the town. I didn't want you to catch me."

He chuckled.

"Welcome to Morrison, Abi" His morning voice was so pretty.

I leaned and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Thank you for bringing me"

"It just begun"

"Hey! Why can she drive the car but not me?"

We both looked. A tall man with straight air and clear skin was there. A woman, blonde and curly haired was next to him laughing.

"And that is Scotty" Daniel said laughing.

We left the car and soon Danny's hand found my shoulder. I felt safe.

"Guys. She is Abigail. She is super nice and I'm sure you will love her."

"Hey, I'm Scotty."

"I'm Cloe"

The couple was so nice. They gave me friendly smiles and Cloe even hugged me.

"YOu already know Michael and Blake. And... That's Corey."

"Hi, Abigail"

THe photographer hugged me too with a smile.

"I hope you like the loft because this idiot didn't stop until he got the thing for you"

I blushed slightly.

"Hey, she wouldn't want to sleep in a bedroom full packed with dudes. Right?"

"That's right" I said giggling.

Daniel hugged my shoulders.

"Welcome, Abigail. Danny can show you the house, right?" Corey said.

"Right"

"Thank you for... I don't know, let me stay. And the loft. Thank you for that too. The living room would have been okay"

"Nothing of that." Corey said with a smile.

"Hey, let's get our stuff inside and sleep a bit. I'm so tired" Danny said.

We both picked our bags from the car and went inside, the other staying on the porch for breakfast.

Daniel left his stuff in the room first. There were too small beds.

"How will Michael fit in there?" I said from the door and he laughed.

"I don't know. I really don't know"

Then he accompanied me to the loft. There were some stairs and a wooden door. When I opened it, I smiled. There wasn't much, but it was cute and cosy.

"What a pity I only have two nights to spend here" I left my bag on a chair and walked to the convertible sofa. There was a window in the ceiling, one of those skylights. I like the place.

"I knew you would like it" I shivered when Danny hugged my waist. His warmth felt better than anything.

I found myself leaning back on his chest. My heart was thumping in my chest so fast.

"Thank you for coming" He whispered and rested his chin on my shoulder. I slid my hands over his and threaded our fingers. A simple hug in an empty room became the most intimate moment I had shared with anyone. I didn't know what to say, words probably wouldn't come out either. "They already love you. I know it. I'd love it if all of you... I want my friend to be your friend too" He added in a whisper.

"They seem nice"

"You will love them. I promise. I wouldn't have brought you here if not"

I smiled softly. Molly was my only friend and it made me nervous to meet new people.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Danny"

He kissed my shoulder and I closed my eyes.

"You will love it."

I don't know for how long we stayed like that. Then, in silence, he helped me to set the sofa and make it a bed.

"I'm gonna crash in the bed for a bit." He said walking to the door. I followed him there.

"Me too"

"Have a good sleep. I need you awake for tonight. We have pretty good tickets"

I smiled and nodded.

"I will"

"See you later. Feel free to wake me up if you want to. Lunch will probably be at 13.00."

"Perfect."

I closed the door and leaned on it. I was falling in love with him. So fast and so deep.

Me and the necessity of writing a slow burn that I won't stand later. I want them to kiss already.

Next part: Lavander Girl.

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