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[swildy]

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[itsallyscorner]

For Tom x

Pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

Summary: You have a surprise for Tom:)

Warnings: none, just pure teeth rotting Fluff:)

A/n: Hello my loves! This is literally a rewrite because I accidentally deleted the original version of this story on Tumblr RIGHT before I was gonna post it😭 Anyway here it is, I hope you all like it! Ally x

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look at my sunshine🥺

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Your giggles filled the hallway as you lead Tom into your makeshift studio. Since you were quarantining with him and his mates in their shared home in London, you were miles away from your crew and studio. Which, yes, made it difficult to record an entire album on your own—but it did give you the creative freedom to do whatever you pleased for the album.

The boys had their own creative outlets; for example putting together a puzzle or having a movie marathon. While you found those activities enjoyable, the inner singer in you couldn’t stop thinking of beats or coming up with lyrics in your head. You needed the studio—you needed to bring those beats and lyrics to life before you could forget them. So with the help of the houses’ tech lord himself, Harry made it possible for you to have your own little studio in the spare guest room of the house. There, you spent endless days writing and recording things like harmonies and building melodies. Little did you know that this would lead to the creation of your sixth album. Now a couple months later, your latest album is currently in its final stages and would soon be released to the world.

Tom adoringly watched your figure, which was drowned in one of his oversized jumpers, excitedly skip towards the guest room. As soon as you were both inside, you rushed to close the door and eagerly pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“What have you been up to, lovey?” He teasingly asks you. He knew you were up to something, he just didn’t know if it were bad or good.

Your figure was bent over the desk where your laptop was located. Turning over your shoulder you tell him, “It’s nothing bad, I promise!” You’re met with an amused grin on his blush pink lips.

Gathering your laptop into your arms, you move to sit beside Tom on the bed. He curiously leans forward, trying to get a glance at what’s on your screen.

“Nuh uh, it’s a surprise, Thomas.” You playfully scold him and gently push his face away from your laptop. He responds with a pout against your palm before pressing a kiss onto your skin. You continue to click around on your laptop, looking through your documents for the specific file.

Meanwhile, Tom shuffles further up the bed, getting comfortable. He notices the new distance between you and him and decides that he’s unsatisfied with the additional inches. He choses to snake his arms around your waist and lifts you up, happily placing you on the empty and lonely space on his lap. Laying down on his back, he takes a moment to admire the way you look in his jumper. It was a few sizes bigger than you and stopped right above your knees. The jumper may have looked good on him, but it looked absolutely perfect on you.

“You look so cute in my jumper.” He hums, hands lazily rubbing up and down your thighs. Your nose scrunches up as you lightly slap his chest; your silent way of saying “shut up” whenever Tom would say something that made you blush.

You finally find the file you were looking for and place your laptop on your lap. You nervously glance at your screen, biting down on your lip out of habit.

“Ok, so I did something.” You started. Tom squints his eyes at you, “That sounds like the beginning of a really bad something.”

You huff, “I just told you it wasn’t anything bad! Do you want your surprise or not?”

Tom chuckles and grasps onto your thighs, “Yes—yes, sorry, keep going.”

“So you know how I’ve already finished my album?” You question him. Tom nods, staring up at you while you sit on his thighs.

“Well, I wrote a few more songs that were supposed to be on the album. But I don’t know, I felt a bit greedy and decided to keep them for myself.” You explain. Tom raises a brow at you, “Baby, you don’t have to feel guilty about keeping songs to yourself. If you don’t want to share them, you don’t have to.”

“No, it’s just that, they’re about you.” You pause, staring down at your fingers that fiddled together. “Like I wrote them specifically for you to listen to. I wanted to include them on the album, but it just didn’t feel right to share something that was meant only for you.”

You place your laptop on the bed and turn it so the screen is facing Tom.

“So...as a solution, I made you your own album.” You were too busy avoiding his stare, that you missed the twinkle in Tom’s coffee colored orbs. He carefully sits up, his arms around you getting tighter, as he pulls you closer into his chest. Tom ducks his head down to yours, nudging your nose with his to get you to look at him. When your eyes finally meet, the lopsided grin on his features grows wider.

“You made me my own album?”

“Yeah.” You shyly answer. Tom softly coos at you, cupping your face and pressing a chaste kiss onto both of your cheeks.

“You are the most precious thing in the world, sunshine, I swear.” He squishes your cheeks together and began to cover your face with butterfly like kisses. Sweet laughs erupt from you, the sounds making Tom’s heart swell.

You stuff your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, using it as a place to hide from his lips. Instead, Tom opts to lay his kisses along the side of your face, your neck, and your shoulder.

“Lemme kiss you!” He whines. You chuckle at him, finally moving away from his neck. His attention darts towards your lips more than once, prompting you to lean forward and connect them with his. Tom’s lips were soft against yours, like clouds or cushiony pillows. The kiss was short and sweet; though it didn’t prevent you from feeling the adoration and passion he felt for you in that moment. In fact, he felt it all the time, but right now, his love for you was coursing through his veins.

He finally pulls away, leaving the taste of him linger in your mouth. “Can I have a listen?” He motions his head towards your laptop beside him.

“Go ahead.” Tom’s arms unravel from your waist, the area they once occupied left cold and yearning for his warmth. He uses one of his elbows to hold himself up and the other to control the touchpad. His eyes scan the file.

For Tom x

someone like u

test drive

worst behavior

main thing

He glances at you, “I start with ‘someone like u’, right?” You reply with a quiet “mhm”.

Tom clicks on the link. The opening notes of ‘someone like u’ begin to play followed by your angelic voice. You hear him release a content sigh, making a small smile to form on your lips. His arms make their way around you again, this time holding you closer against him. He rests his head on your chest and sneakily presses a kiss onto your neck. You fondly run a hand through his curly hair and rest your chin on the top of his head, listening to the songs you’ve made for him.

The two of you listen through the album in one go with no stops. You found joy in Tom’s reactions towards every song. Sometimes he would make little comments or sounds of shock whenever he heard you hit a certain note. He nodded along to the beats of ‘test drive’ and ‘worst behavior’, dancing around in his seat and making you join him. This time, you didn’t miss the twinkle in his eyes when he listened closely to the lyrics. ‘Main thing’ got him the most, leaving him with a goofy-lovesick grin plastered onto his face.

When ‘main thing’ came to a close, the room became silent, leaving Tom enough time to process the four songs you wrote about him and the meanings behind them.

You were the first to speak, “So did you like it?” You scan his face looking for any signs of dislike.

Tom’s eyes widen, “Are you kidding me? That was bloody fantastic—that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard! I���m obsessed with it, oh my god!” He expressed, arms moving around as he spoke.

His face was radiating with happiness, “You are the most talented and loving woman in the world. And I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you or your love—but I just love you so fucking much.”

“I love you so fucking much too, you dork.” You laugh, pecking his lips.

“No, but seriously, thank you so much. I know you’re used to writing songs, but the fact that you actually took the time to write songs about me means a lot. They’re just a bunch of songs, but they mean the world to me and I cherish each and every one of them.” He admits, taking one of your hands and placing it onto his heart. Your palm feels the faint rhythm of his heart beating against his chest.

You tilt your head at him, mirroring the smile on his face, “I’ll always write songs about you. You somehow manage to inspire them anyway.”

Tom smirks, “Well I am Tom Holland.” You snort and roll your eyes at his humble brag.

“You’re still a dork, Tommy.” You comment.

Tom shrugs, “I’m a special dork because I’m your dork. Therefore making me superior to the other existing dorks—there’s a difference, darling.”

“And where did you come up with this hypothesis, Mr. Holland?” You question him, playing along with his antics.

“It’s Tom’s Theory.” He answers with feign seriousness. You burst out laughing, “Oh is it?”

Tom leans down to your laptop and restarts his album. “Yes, and now Tom’s Theory, believes that we should listen to the album again until I learn all the lyrics to every single song.” He proclaims.

“Babe, you don’t have to—” Tom stops you, “I’m dead serious.”

It was going to be a long night.

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[luytenae]

Fishing lesson

Hello there! Enjoy another one of the kiss prompts!

Kiss number 22: in a rush of adrenaline

Matenro, the division from Shinjuku, had an entertaining tradition. Every once in a while, whenever their days off coincided with each other’s, they would go fishing. It was a hobby Jakurai had in common with Hifumi, and Doppo ended up tagging along with them. This weekend would be no different, and the doctor even made a reservation to have a guaranteed spot...

If it wasn’t for Doppo’s boss.

“I am truly sorry, sensei… I am just garbage, the worst kind you can find, and I ruined our day out…-“

The salaryman apologised, showing once again his low self-esteem, and sounding pitiful even during a phone call. Jakurai felt he wasn’t helping Doppo enough during their appointments.

“Do not worry, Doppo-kun. Don’t say such things, as it is not your fault after all. We will go fishing the next time, alright? There’s no need to be so hard on yourself…”

Jakurai cut him during his speech, not wanting Doppo to deprecate himself. He knew well his teammate was sorry, so everything the doctor needed to do for him was to reassure and calm him down. After all, Doppo didn’t ruin a single thing nor was his fault. If it was someone’s fault, it would be his boss for not respecting his leisure time. As he had predicted, Hifumi would make him company in order to finish Doppo’s tasks as soon as possible, so it would be just him at the fishing centre this time.

After –once again– reassuring the couple at the other line of the call that it was going to be all right, he hanged up the phone, making a half smile as he put it back on his pocket. He found lovely how Hifumi could be so devoted to his partner, sacrificing his own day off to help him and keep him company. With his teammates still on his mind, he started gathering his supplies: fishing rod, a replacement reel, lures and everything else he could need.

Just when he was going to leave his house, his phone buzzed again, this time receiving a call from someone completely different.

“Hey hey old coot! Whatcha doing on this loooovely Saturday morning?”

Ramuda’s voice announced him as cheerful as usual. Of course, who else would call him during his free day?

“Why, good morning to you too, Ramuda-kun. I was about to go fishing-“

He announced, holding his phone with his shoulder as he fetched his car keys, opening the vehicle’s trunk to start packing his gear.

“Ohh, one of your booring hobbies? Lemme guess, you’re going with your teammates, right?”

The fashion designer laughed at the other side, rummaging through his desk to pick a lollipop to unwrap and enjoy.

“That was our initial plan, yes”

Jakurai left out a heavy sigh, deciding that his gear could wait for a little, as he found himself incapable of holding the phone with his shoulder as Doppo could do.

“What do you mean with initial?”

Curious, the younger man popped the candy out of his mouth, paying real attention to Jakurai.

“I mean that they cannot come this time, so I am going alone”

“Boo-hoo, then Jakurai must be feeling soooo lonely!”

His curiosity changed to a tone that could be considered a mock or real concern. The doctor, knowing his partner, interpreted his words like what they were: something in between; real concern disguised with jokes, because that’s just how Ramuda was. Jakurai laughed softly, shaking his head a little.

“Why don’t you come with me, if you are so concerned about me being lonely?”

A small gasp was heard at the other end of the call, audible enough for Jakurai to notice the fashion designer’s surprise.

“Uh-mhhhh, fishing sounds a bit too boring for someone like me, but I guess I could go and make you some company! Don’t want my old man to be all gloomy!”

That was Ramuda’s way to announce that he was free and willing to go with him, if only he was honest enough to recognize he wanted to spend the day together with his lover.

“Alright then. I’ll be at your place in 30 minutes, so get ready. I guess you do not have a rod, do you?”

“Nuh-uh! As I told ya, I’ve never went fishing. You see, I don’t have grandpa’s hobbies!”

“Very funny, Ramuda. I’ll lend you one of mine, then”

“Wow, so cool! Thank you babe! See you real soon!”

Before Jakurai could reply, Ramuda ended the call, leaving the older man wondering whether he liked or not to be called “babe”. Letting that aside, he finally got everything in the car and, before heading to Shibuya, he came back home and fetched another rod for his new companion.

As scheduled, the doctor was in front of Ramuda’s shop just in time, only to see Ramuda was waiting for him. Jakurai chuckled, not expecting him to take fishing so seriously. He was dressed with a knee-length jean overall full of patches, a plain and short-sleeved blue crop top, matching sneakers and bucket hat.

“I didn’t imagine you would take this so seriously”

The doctor announced jokingly, rolling down the window and inviting the designer in.

“I must follow the aesthetic, you know!”

Replied the designer, opening the door and hopping in the passenger’s seat, grabbing the seatbelt and securing it. He then kissed his partner on the cheek as a greeting, giving him a paper bag.

“And I got you something too! You gotta be fashionable if I’m coming with you. I can’t let you ruin my reputation as a top designer”

Sceptically, Jakurai took the bag before starting up his van, checking what was inside. The contents surprised him, as he was expecting a present like the one he received last time –when Ramuda gifted him that one hat with the “women want me, fish fear me” phrase–. This time it was also a hat, but a decent one. One Jakurai could wear without having everyone’s eyes on him. The doctor smiled, putting it on and kissing his partner’s cheek.

“Thank you for gifting me this. I shall cherish it”

Ramuda giggled, opening a lollipop and lifting it cheerfully.

“You’re soo cheesy! I just wanna see you dressing fashionable for once, and not like a grandpa!”

Soon enough, the couple headed to the fishing centre, Jakurai driving back to Shinjuku. The ride was short and full of bickering from Ramuda to Jakurai and vice versa, since the doctor couldn’t help but fall right into the other man’s shenanigans.

After parking the car, they both got out of the car –Ramuda previously put on a pair of sunglasses–, got the fishing gear, and proceeded to go in. The staff welcomed the older man, as he was a regular there; and was asked about where did his teammates were as well as who his new companion was. It didn’t take them longer to realize he was the leader of Shibuya division, because Ramuda soon started to behave like, well, like him. The room was soon filled with cheers echoing how cute he was, as the designer was laughing and taking pictures with everyone that wanted one.

“I’m glad you’re already having fun, Amemura-kun. I can’t wait to see how will you react to fishing itself”

Jakurai waited for the crowd to calm down, heading right to his partner and gently reminding him what were they going to do. The smaller man put his phone back on his pocket, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and going with him to the ponds.

“Since it’s your first time, I should tell you about this place”

The older man led the way, waltzing around fellow fishermen and families that went to enjoy their day.

“This is the Ichigaya Fish Center. People from both Shinjuku and other places frequent it, and, as you can see, it is family friendly. That’s because they don’t have a focus on professional fishing, having a small pond with goldfish that’s very popular among children”

Seeing his usual spot free, Jakurai went there, placing everything –starting by opening their chairs– down. Ramuda launched himself to the chair, enjoying the remains of his lollipop while the doctor continued his explanations.

“Since it’s your first time fishing, I’ll guess you don’t know how a rod works, am I right?”

“Yup! I mean, I know that you have to use a bait and things like that…”

Ramuda stopped mid-sentence, appearing paler and frowning.

“Wait wait waaaait a minute there. I’m totally NOT touching a worm, for your information!”

Jakurai laughed, sitting by Ramuda’s and starting to assemble both rods.

“Rest assured, it is not allowed to use live baits. They only permit mashed baits, so you will not be touching any worms”

The young man let out a relieved sigh, now intrigued by the doctor’s assembling task. He would ask him whenever he got a question, no matter how silly it could be; and Jakurai replied with pleasure, thanking Ramuda’s interest. It didn’t take them long to be completely ready, Jakurai handing Ramuda a rod and making sure he was holding it right.

“Always make sure to tie the knot tightly. A bad knot may make you lose a good catch. Understood?”

“Right and clear, mister!!”

And, like that, Jakurai taught his partner how to throw the rod, what led to a couple of failed attempts –where a fisherman’s hat was related, as well as an apology for “fishing” his hat– and a final success that made Ramuda enthusiastic enough to keep going.

“It’s important to know that fishing takes patience. Do you think yourself capable of such thing?”

Jakurai joked, receiving a pout as a reply from the pink haired man.

“I can be pretty patient if I want, humph!”

“Alright then. Keep an eye on your bobber, and if you see it shaking, then a fish is nibbling on the bait. If you see it going completely under the surface, quickly set the hook before losing the fish”

“Aand… How do I do that?”

His question was answered with actions: a fish happened to nibble on Jakurai’s bait, and he took that as an opportunity to teach Ramuda.

“It’s simple. You just have to do this–“

As soon as the bobber submerged completely, the doctor quickly rose the pole, pointing it straight in the air.

“By doing this, the fish will swing to you. Like that, you will have successfully catched a fish”

The designer looked at him in awe, amazed by the scene –and by how hot the doctor when he rose the pole–. He set down his rod and rushed to Jakurai, who was now holding his catch gently.

“Remember to hold it carefully. Pond fishes don’t usually have sharp teeth, but you may find fishes with spiny fins and, overall, they are very slippery. You have to hold them behind the head, without fear and gently”

Ramuda looked at the carp full of curiosity, admiring how his partner was holding it. He estimated that it was about 60 centimetres long, and laughed at the sight of its moustache.

“Before releasing it back, we remove the hook with these–”

Jakurai motioned to his other hand, showing a pair of needle-nose pliers. He took out the hook with ease, showing his skills and how accustomed he was to the activity, leaving Ramuda to wonder for how long he has been fishing.

The younger man took out his phone, making the doctor pose for a picture. Jakurai agreed happily, letting him take a picture.

“This is bringing back some memories! I used to be your teacher, but you’re the one teaching me now!”

They both smiled bitter-sweetly, remembering the old TDD days. The bitterness didn’t last long, because now everything was in the place it should be. No more misunderstandings that could make everything tangle up the way it was tangled before.

“Now it’s your turn, Ramuda-kun. Show me what you can do”

As soon as the picture was taken, Jakurai put the fish back on the pond, watching it swim away before sitting back and launching again his rod.

“Alright! Well then, here we go!”

Ramuda launched his pole, looking to Jakurai occasionally in order to check if he was doing it right. After he reassured him, he gazed again to the bobber, frowning as he focused on the task.

“UGH! This is taking forever! Why don’t they come faster?! Silly fishes!”

As the older man had anticipated, after 10 minutes motionless, his partner lost what little patience he had.

“What was the first thing I told you before starting, Ramuda-kun?”

“That it takes patience…”

He replied, somewhat irritated and frustrated.

“And what did you answer?”

Jakurai kept the conversation going, taking his chance to bicker the designer.

“Geez, I know, I know! I gotta wait! Now shut up, old coot!”

The lilac haired man laughed, launching his rod back in the water and providing Ramuda with small talk to help him overcome dullness. As someone who had lots of energy, he needed to be in constant movement; and activities such as fishing could be frustrating due to long waiting times and needing to be calm and quiet. For that, they kept talking about whatever topic they could find, keeping the designer entertained and focused –not losing his patience was the main goal–.

Their counting, after a while, was still negative for Ramuda. Jakurai managed to catch three medium sized carps and a big one, whereas the younger man only had a couple of failed attempts.

“I swear if I don’t get one the next time, I’m launching this stupid rod to the pond and never coming back!”

The doctor could notice how this was more frustrating than entertaining for his partner, and started to feel sorry for bringing him here. But the feeling didn’t last long, because soon enough Ramuda’s bobber went underwater again.

“Now, Ramuda-kun! Do it as I taught you, quickly!”

The designer reacted swiftly and, thanks to his efforts, he finally succeeded and raised the pole straight, catching his first fish. He grabbed it just like Jakurai told him to, and right after taking out the hook, he started to jump enthusiastically, laughing with pride and showing off his “prize”.

“Look!! I got it, I got it!!”

He couldn’t help but laugh, smiling widely for his picture. The doctor felt relieved, letting his recent thoughts go away, washed by his lover’s laugh.

“Yes, you did it very well. Congratulations on your first catch, my love”

Moved by the adrenaline, Ramuda jumped to kiss him after releasing the carp, clutching to the doctor’s neck and trusting him to hold him. The kiss was eagerly replied, Jakurai caressing his hair after putting him down again. The designer’s broad and sincere smile was something he would never get tired of watching.

“See? You just needed to be patient”

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[starrynite7114]

everything is you: three

A/N: Good morning everyone! First of all, I would like to thank you all for the reception I’ve received on this story. I’m honestly honored and touched by how much you all love this little family. Cruz, Angel and Alena are just so adorable and I hope you all continue to enjoy the family. I also updated the everything is you page, so you can have visuals on Cruz and Alena.

Again, I say it all the time, I’m always down to answer questions about this story or any other story! 

Enjoy the update! Snapshots is next, jealous Angel and Daddy Angel should be posted soon, just trying to make my way through them!

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Love you all! <3

everything is you

one : two

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Alena’s head bobbed, causing her to wake up. She blinked her eyes a few times, checking her phone to see Angel texted her once again. She quickly replied to him and looked back down at the enormous amount of folders around her. Why didn’t this person digitize their files? Now she had to go over each and every one of them.

“The more you think about how many files we have to look through the more frustrated you’ll be.” She heard Victor tease her.

Victor Costa was her next door neighbor and Cruz’s occasional babysitter. He was a good guy and Alena got on well with him. They first met on Alena’s first day at the job seven years ago and he had taken her around. He was always sweet to her and Alena truly cherished their friendship.

“I know, sorry.” Alena sighed. “It’s a Friday night, don’t you have plans?” Victor didn’t need to stay with her, but all her other co-workers left as soon as Mr. Johnson left the office. 

“Honestly sweetheart, no place I rather be.” Victor grinned.

“I’m not sure if you’re being sarcastic?” 

“I’m not, our co-workers are awful people who always leave you their work. Stand up for yourself Alena, no one will hate you if you do.” Victor stayed with Alena often since their co-workers were lazy pricks who knew Alena didn’t mind doing the work since it took away from her headache on Monday mornings. “You need to go out and enjoy yourself.”

“Me? You need to go out and enjoy yourself too. Didn’t you say you had a date?” Alena opened another folder, browsing through the paperwork for any discrepancies.

“Maybe, are you jealous?” Victor didn’t have a date, but he did tell one of their co-workers that shows kept asking him out on a date.

“Absolutely.” Alena took notes on a few documents, closing the folder and picking up another. 

“You don’t want to go on a date?” Victor knew of Alena’s situation. He’s been her neighbor for years and out of nowhere she was married with a kid. He didn’t push her and Alena eventually told him everything when she became frustrated of Angel’s coldness. Angel could be cold towards her at times and when he did, Victor would be her confidant. Someone outside of their inner circle who had no biases and helped her. Well, he may have been biased towards her, but he couldn’t help it.

“I’m married.”

“Come on Alena, you tell me all the time it’s a matter of convenience. It wouldn’t exactly be cheating if you go out on a date or two.” Maybe he was selfish, he knew that, but he’s had a crush on Alena for years, but he never made a move due to the fear of rejection and he just knew that Angel had Alena wrapped around his fingers and he truly disliked him for that. How could he walk all over such a sweet, kind and beautiful young woman who has given more than enough for him?

“Yes, but I would feel terrible. I know I don’t owe Angel anything, but that doesn’t mean I would disrespect the sanctity of marriage in such a way.” Alena tried to keep her focus on the folders wanting to get through this, Angel was waiting for her and she hated it when she kept them waiting or anyone really.

“Your father.”

“I just, Cruz is my main priority. This whole thing is confusing as it is, I don’t want to add someone else into the mix. Once Angel and I get divorced then it won’t be a problem.” Alena anticipated it to occur next year, which shouldn’t be a problem. If everything worked out, she could transfer to another firm in New York, something Mr. Johnson has offered her numerous times. But at the same time she couldn’t part from Cruz, he was her mother. Maybe she wouldn’t give Angel full custody. They could share. She was Cruz’s parent as much as him. Blood wasn’t what tied people together. “I sound like an idiot don’t I?” 

She’s heard it all before. 

That she was an idiot for everything she’s done. That no amount of debt to Angel should have had her doing this for him. But Angel was her friend before this whole ordeal. He saved her from being sexually assaulted. He was there for her when his father left and they became homeless for a period of time. 

There were just good people in this world, why couldn’t people just take that for face value and not have a reason for helping a friend out?

“You’re not an idiot. You’re a kind person Alena, no one should ever fault you because you are genuine. I think it’s admirable what you’re doing for Angel.” Though Victor wished Angel didn’t lock her in a marriage, then maybe he would have a chance on Alena.

“Thank you,” she shyly smiled. Victor was a good looking man and she always wondered how he was still single. “Enough about me, why are you still single?”

“I’m married to my job, remember?” Victor was married to his job, well not at the law firm, but as an arts dealer. He produced art galleries all over the countries for top notch artists. It was his first love.

“You were married before weren’t you?”

“Puppy love,” he shook his head. “It was a mistake that I greatly learned from.”

“Did she break your heart?”

“Oh, absolutely not, I ran away from her.” Victor chuckled. “I just haven’t found the right person I guess.”

“You’ll find someone, plenty of women in this office are vying for a shot with you.”

“Are you included in that?”

“No, you’re around me enough, I think I’m fine.” Alena giggled. “You’re a good guy, but you know I’m married.”

“So if you weren’t married, you’d give me a shot?” He was pushing it, he knew that but he couldn’t help it.

“Me? You have all these women vying for you, I would not like to fight women for your attention.” Alena shook her head. “I get into enough conflicts due to Angel, I’m honestly good.”

“Women fought you because of Angel?” 

“Yes, all the time.” Alena rolled her eyes. “All those women in Santo Padre befriended me because of Angel, then once Angel rejected them or something to that effect, it was a free for all.” Alena laughed. It was always amusing for her. They would just fling words towards her, never actually getting physical. Alright, maybe once she was involved in a physics altercation, but she would take that to the grave.

“Didn’t know your husband was such a hot commodity.”

“Oh, he is, I’m a lucky one.” 

“Maybe I should go on a date.” Victor has had a crush on Alena for the past four years. It was time for him to take the plunge. 

“You should! Ask the girl you’ve been telling me about.” Alena excitedly encouraged him.

Victor grinned, happy with how excited she was. He didn’t care if she was married, they weren’t actually together. 

He was going to ask her out and there was nothing Angel could do about it. 

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Angel lounged around Alena’s apartment, waiting for her to come home. It’s been an eventful two weeks with the cartel and the rebels taking up a majority of his time. Creeper was out after a wound sustained during an attack so now, everyone was on edge. To top it off, Adelita just kidnapped Cristobal, which made everything that much more stressful. He was thankful for a break. 

It was Friday night and to avoid the debacle that occurred two weeks ago, he decided to pick up Alena.

It was ten at night and she was still not home. 

She texted him two hours ago that she was finishing things up at the office and would be back soon. It made him antsy, but he saw that in her location on his phone, she was at the office. Cruz was sleeping on the couch as Angel watched television. They might as well stay here for the night since there was no point of going back to Santo Padre when Cruz was resting comfortably. 

He heard the lock turn along with the doorknob. Alena walked in, leaning on the door before taking a deep breath. She locked the door and placed her bag on the bench by the door. Making her way to the kitchen, she got a bottle of water before making her way to the couch. She knew Angel was there, she heard the television. 

Without so much of a word, she placed her bottle on the table. She straddled Angel, sitting on his lap before wrapping her arms around him and resting her head at the crook of his neck. Letting out a sigh, she felt her body relax. She shouldn’t count on Angel for this, but she would indulge herself this time due to her long day at work.

“You okay cielo?” Angel ran his fingers up and down her back. He loved holding Alena. She always fit so well in his arms.

“I’m tired. We had to finish research for a case tonight and my eyes feel like they’re going to fall off.” Alena snuggled her face on Angel’s neck, making him chuckle. She liked the feel of his beard. “Are sugar daddies an option?”

Angel laughed once again. He pulled her hair softly so she could move her head back. He kissed her, resting his forehead against her and smirked. “Absolutely not.”

Alena wanted to argue with Angel then. The kisses and sex were nice, but she really didn’t want to keep stomping on that line. She buried her face at the crook of his neck once more closing her eyes. She wanted the headache to go away along with the eye dryness. Her eyes opened thinking of Cruz, but she watched him as he slept comfortably on the couch.

“Should we get going?” Alena questioned. 

“Ssh mi cielo, go to sleep.” Angel told her, his fingers still soothingly moving up and down her back. Not long, Alena was asleep in his arms. Angel felt more relaxed with Alena in his arms. He closed his eyes then, letting sleep take over his exhausted body.

The following morning, Cruz was the first to wake up. He looked up and saw his father holding his mother as they slept. He went to the bathroom, flushing and washing his hand once he was done. Making his way back out, he took his father’s phone and took a picture. He giggled. He always took pictures of his parents. Angel was holding Alena, both arms around her, head resting on hers, while Alena was still on his lap, head resting on his shoulder.

Cruz crawled over to his parents, forcing his way under Angel’s arms so his mommy could hold him. Angel groaned, wrapping his arms around Alena again, not letting Cruz in.

“Daddy,” Cruz shook Angel. This was unacceptable. It was his time to cuddle with mommy.

Angel stirred, slowly opening his eyes. He blinked a few times before letting out a yawn. “What is it Cruz?”

“You can’t hog mommy all to yourself.” Cruz crossed his arms over his chest, pouting.

Angel chuckled. “Why not? Daddy loves mommy.” He tightened his hold on Alena, causing her to wake up.

“I love mommy more!” Cruz declared. 

“Mommy loves you both.” Alena let out a small laugh as she moved, the ache of her sleeping position immediately seeping in. 

“Mommy!” Cruz moved Angel’s arm and crawled in between them. He wrapped his arms around Alena’s neck, causing her to lean back. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too baby.” Alena kissed the side of his head. “Good morning.” She greeted Angel as he watched her. His hands were on her thighs and she felt his morning wood against her. He smirked at her as she shot him a look, telling him to behave. “Should we head out soon?”

“No, let’s just stay here.” Angel needed a break from the cartel. A break from Santo Padre. What better way than to stay in San Diego and be with his two favorite people. He had texted Bishop last night and requested if he could have a few days off to spend some time with Alena and Bishop graciously granted him some time off. 

“What? They don’t need you?” Angel never took time off, it was rare. He was devoted to the club, which Alena didn’t mind, she understood his loyalty. 

“I honestly don’t care right now. I just want some time with my family.” Angel shrugged. “I’m just tired is all.” 

“Okay, whatever you want to do. We can stay in if you want.” Alena offered. She loved lowkey weekends. Just to be able to lounge around the house with her boys, she cherished it because there was that thought at the back of her mind that it wouldn’t always be like this. One day, Angel won’t need her and she would just be another distant face for Cruz. She hated thinking that way and she was always able to reason that Cruz was legally her son, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up, it would help with the disappointment and heartache. 

“We gotta get some groceries though, I don’t know if you’re aware, but you literally have no edible food here.” Angel teased her. He knew Alena lived off take out since she was usually too exhausted to cook when she got home. 

“Haha, very funny. Maybe we can grill some meat for dinner. We can get some meat at the store, just stay in.” 

“That sounds fucking delicious baby.” Alena hit Angel making Cruz giggle. 

“Daddy said a bad word.” Cruz let out an ‘oooh’.

“Daddy is allowed to say bad words, but who can’t say bad words?”

“Mommy?” He tilted his head. 

“Cruz can’t.” Alena playfully narrowed her eyes at him. She looked at her watch and it was only seven in the morning. “Can we sleep more?”

“I’m onboard with that.” Angel nodded his head.

“But it’s morning now.” Cruz argued. 

“Mommy is tired, does Cruz want to cuddle with mommy?” Angel knew his son was a sucker for his mother. If mommy wanted to sleep, Cruz was sleeping with mommy.

Cruz climbed off Alena’s lap and took her hand. “Cuddle time!”

Angel chuckled as Alena gave him a look before kissing his cheek. He felt his cheeks heat up at such a simple gesture and he just shook his head. He watched as Alena and Cruz made their way to her bedroom. It was insane for him how attached Cruz was to Alena. He was almost certain Cruz liked Alena more than he liked him, and he couldn’t blame him. Alena had them wrapped around her fingers and she didn’t even know it. 

“Angel, are you coming?”

“Yeah babe, I’m coming.”

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Angel placed the last of their bags on the table, Cruz was eating the chocolate dipped sticks happily on the couch, PJ Masks was currently playing. Alena was in the room, changing into some shorts and a shirt. Angel just wore basketball shorts and a white tee the whole day, so he was good. 

As he was putting away the groceries, there was a knock on the door. But it wasn’t a regular knock. It was a special type of knock. Whatever it was, it made Cruz jump off the couch.

“I got it!” He shouted.

Angel looked at Cruz like he was insane. He knew he wasn’t supposed to open doors without him or Alena. He followed after his son. 

"Hi Mr. Vic, mommy is changing." Angel looked down at his son like he was insane. Cruz knew he wasn't supposed to open the door. Might be an old man since he called him Mr. Vic. It was the same man that Alena spoke about a few weeks ago. He thought it was sweet that Alena was helping out the senior citizens. Though, Alena helped fucking everyone, which slightly irritated him every now and then. She could be fucking hurt or something. What if that person was fooling her and hurt her?

"Little man, I told you to call me Victor, or Uncle Victor. Mr. Vic makes me feel old." When Angel came to the door, he almost slammed it shut. It was Valeria's ex-husband, Victor Costa. Victor looked up at him, obviously sizing him up. He nodded his head. “You the husband?”

“You the sitter?” He wondered if Victor knew that Cruz was Valeria’s kid. There was no fucking way this was a coincidence. But at the same time, he knew Victor moved to San Diego to get the fuck away from Valeria and bless him, he couldn’t blame the man. This world was too fucking small. 

He couldn’t believe this bullshit. Of all the fucking people to be Alena’s neighbor, it was this guy?

Alena walked out the room and saw that Angel and Cruz were at the door. She walked over and a smile spread across her lips. 

“Victor! Hey!” She greeted him enthusiastically. She moved in front of Angel and was going to hug Victor when Angel pulled her back by her shirt, pulling her against him. “Hey, what are you doing?” She murmured at Angel.

“The fuck are you doing?” Angel couldn’t believe Alena was going to hug this man in front of her. This man even fucking knew they were married. 

“I’m just gonna say hi.” She tried to take her shirt back but Angel had a grip on it. 

“Uncle Victor, do you want to eat? Mommy is making us food.” Cruz invited him. Angel looked down at his son as if he grew two heads. How was he going to invite this man into their home? Sure he took care of Cruz, but that didn’t mean he invited him in without asking for permission.

“Maybe next time little man, I actually wanted to talk to mommy, is that okay?” 

Cruz looked at Angel who shook his head no, he turned to Victor and nodded his head. “That’s okay.” 

Angel rolled his eyes, letting go of Alena’s shirt. Alena moved to hug Victor then and Angel had to admit, he didn’t like the scene before him. Seeing Alena hugged by his brothers were different, they knew how everything stood, but this man obviously didn’t give a flying a fuck they were married. Maybe that’s why he and Valeria didn’t work out. Though Angel was certain Valeria was more to blame with her psychotic ass. The only good thing that came out of his relationship with Valeria was Cruz. Other than that, the bitch could go fuck herself.

“Keep the door open, you know your door automatically locks.” Angel advised her before he took Cruz back to the couch. At least it appeared so. He was right behind the door listening in. 

“What��s up?” Alena asked, slightly coming outside, but holding the door slightly ajar so she can go back in.

“Remember our conversation last night?” Victor questioned.

“We had lots to keep us going and I was also half asleep, you want to remind me which one?” She tilted her head, trying to remember which conversation he was referring too.

Angel paused. Wait, they worked together and lived in the same building? Was this guy stalking his wife? Why was she so chummy with him? The fuck was that? He didn’t like this guy one bit.

“Mommy said it’s not good for us to,” Cruz paused not remembering the right word. “To be a chismoso.”

Angel was amused by his son’s choice of words. Alena spoke Spanish to his son and from time to time Korean. “Well why’d you let mommy talk to that man?” He whispered hoping Alena wouldn’t hear them.

“That’s mommy’s best friend.” He mimicked Angel’s tone, speaking lowly.

“I’m mommy’s best friend.” Angel informed his son. And he was Alena’s best friend. With everything they’ve been through with Cruz and even before that, Alena was the closest person to him that wasn’t blood related. Hell, she was closer to him than his own blood. She knew his deepest and darkest secrets and she never batted an eye. She still treated him the same, touched him the same regardless of how shitty he was.

He didn’t deserve her.

But he wasn’t going to let her go either. 

Fuck it if that meant he was selfish. 

“No silly, you’re mommy’s husband.” Cruz giggled.

Alena looked at them and they both smiled at her.

“Are you done?”

“No.” She went back outside. “Sorry, so which conversation again?”

“About putting myself out there.”

“Oh yes, did you ask out Courtney?”

Victor chuckled. “Why do you presume I like Courtney?”

“Cause you do? I see you looking at her.” She teased him.

“I’m looking at you Alena. You and Courtney are in the same vicinity, but I’m looking at you.” Victor looked at Alena nervously, she gave him an odd look as if he didn’t understand what he was trying to insinuate. “I like you Alena.”

“Me?”

Alena and Victor both heard a what? And a daddy let's go on the couch.

“So, would you like to go on a date?”

“Who?”

Victor chuckled. “You Alena, who else am I talking to?”

“Oh.” Alena was surprised. Victor never expressed any interest in her and he knew the situation. “I’m married.”

“Isn’t it out of convenience? Come on, one date. Doesn’t even have to be a date, just two friends hanging out.” Victor offered. He’d take whatever he could get from Alena

Angel looked at Cruz and put him down. Who did this motherfucker think he was? He saw Angel, he knew they were married and he had the audacity to say it was out of convenience. And it was but why the fuck would Alena tell him? Was she interested in him? 

“Sure, but just as friends.” Alena’s reply halted Angel’s movement, she said yes? Oh, this girl was in trouble. 

“Yes, just as friends.”

“Ooh, what’s going on here?” Angel heard Carla, EZ’s girlfriend questioned. 

“Where’s Angel?” He heard EZ question.

“You have company. I’ll leave you to it. Next Friday at 6?” 

“Sure, I’ll see you at work.” Alena nodded her head. 

“Who is that?” Carla questioned watching Victor walk down the hallway.

“That’s my neighbor Victor, the one that takes care of Cruz.” Victor worked with Alena, but unlike her he didn’t need to be at the office everyday. So whenever Alena needed a sitter, Victor graciously offered a helping hand.

“You mean the one with the crush on you?”

“Excuse me, what now?” Angel appeared out of thin air surprising both women.

EZ chuckled. ‘Oh this was going to be a fun night.’

=============

Carla and Alena sat outside at the balcony, overlooking the ocean. Alena was able to land the apartment thanks to her boss, who apparently owned the building. Carla had to say that Alena had one of the best views and she was certain it was due to her boss favoring her. Nothing malicious, but ever since Alena started working for Mr. Johnson seven years ago, the hotshot lawyer took care of Alena. She reminded him of the daughter he lost a few years prior to Alena’s arrival. And much like Angel, he knew that his other employees took advantage of Alena’s kindness, but Alena didn’t want to get anyone in trouble.

Carla and Alena have known one another for nearly fifteen years. It still amazed Carla just how kind and selfless Alena was. If she was being honest, it was irritating at times because people walked all over her and Alena just brushed it off. She didn’t seem bothered by people using her, she just genuinely wanted to help people. She always reasoned with Carla that she was collecting good karma points. But Carla figured it had something to do with Alena not liking conflict. She was a helper, it was embedded in her, but sometimes, it was too much. A prime example was marrying Angel and being a mother to his son. She admired her best friend’s actions, Cruz was an adorable kid, but Angel was also taking advantage of the situation. 

Angel was using their marriage as a way to keep Alena to him since he wasn’t ready to recognize his feelings for her. Whenever she would try to set up Alena on dates at the beginning of this whole ordeal, Angel always found a way to block her attempts. At first, it was because he was “clueless” about Cruz, which Carla had to roll her eyes at. Then he would become so sweet to her, Alena would become confused and decline to go on any dates. She’s fought Angel numerous times because of Alena, but it was hard to rattle Angel since he knew Alena was devoted to Cruz and in turn to him.

“So, Victor huh?” Carla raised her wine glass at her. “Not a bad choice, he’s cute, has a good job and he gets on well with Cruz.” She nodded her head in approval. “I’m glad you’re putting yourself out there.”

“What? I’m not dating Victor. I mean, we’re going to dinner, but as friends.” Alena held her wine glass, looking down at it as she swirled the red liquid inside. “He’s just being nice.”

“He asked you out on a date in the guise of being nice?” Carla cackled, shaking her head. “Alena, just because Angel’s head is far up his ass, it doesn’t mean no other man can find you attractive. If you only knew how many people Angel drove away, you would be impressed.”

“What?” 

“Come on Alena, you can’t possibly think that no man on this earth finds you attractive. There are plenty of men who are lining up to date you, but it's hard when your guard dog looks like Angel.” Carla shook her head. “You can’t keep doing this, remember we talked about this. You can just keep this up for so long. You gave your twenties to Angel and Cruz. It’s time for you to put yourself out there.”

“You waited for EZ.”

“Yes, well, EZ isn’t Angel. He’s more in one with his feelings that his older brother.” Carla looked back and found Angel and EZ on the cough with Cruz in between them. They were laughing, Cruz making faces at his father and uncle. She liked their small family, she truly did, but as a best friend and fierce protector of Alena, she couldn’t standby and keep watching this shit show. 

If Angel would just realize how much he loves Alena, then sure, Carla could support it, but if Angel was going to keep them at this limbo, he could go fuck himself. 

“Are you waiting for Angel?” Carla has asked Alena this question multiple times in the past and her answer truly depended where they were at in their relationship. 

Alena wasn’t sure. 

Was she? 

She was coming to terms that nothing was ever going to happen between her and Angel, that she was going to hand him the divorce paper and give him full custody of Cruz. It was the right thing to do, but she would like to visit Cruz if he would allow her. Carla was right, they couldn’t be in this limbo anymore. Cruz was growing so quickly and the last thing he needed was to continue to be fooled by their charade. She doesn’t doubt Angel cared for her, they knew one another way before Cruz came, but she couldn’t just count on that. She wanted a real marriage, kids of her own. She wanted something stable, but until she divorced Angel, she couldn’t do that. She wasn’t a cheater, she wasn’t her father. 

“No, I’m not.” Alena gave her a small smile, trying to keep herself together so she didn’t cry. She didn’t want to cry. “I know I can’t be in this situation forever and it’ll be over soon. Once we pass the five years, we can get divorced. It’s just going to be hard letting go of Cruz.”

“You don’t have to let go of Cruz, I don’t think the little guy would let you.” Carla downed the rest of her wine, placing the glass on the table in between them. “I just want you to experience life Alena.”

“I am,” Alena confidently assured her. “It may not seem like it, but I am. I love our family and I wouldn’t trade it in for the world. I don’t need to date people to experience life. Being with Cruz and Angel taught me plenty, for example, no ice cream for a toddler after nine in the evening unless you want to stay up all night.”

The two women laughed. 

Carla could tell Alena was trying to mask everything. Letting go of father and son was going to be difficult for her, but she needed to put herself first. She had to put herself first this time around and Carla was certain that Angel would understand. 

No, no he wouldn’t, but this may be the wake-up call Angel needed. 

Alena wasn’t going to wait forever and it seemed that someone has finally gotten past Angel’s intimidating figure and it definitely won’t bode well for Angel.

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They all sat around the table, with Cruz sitting in between Angel and Alena. EZ and Carla sat across from them. Angel was grilling the meat on the portable grill they had, various side dishes all around. It was like a Korean barbecue experience without the bustling noise of the restaurant. Cruz had his training chopsticks with the cute anime characters that he loved to watch on television so much. 

"Tell us more about Victor." Carla looked at EZ with a mischievous glint. He shook his head, holding back a chuckle.

“Yeah, why don’t you?” Angel always had the impression that Victor was an old ass fucking man. To know he was around their age, it changed everything. 

Alena looked at Carla like she was insane. She didn’t want to talk about Victor. Angel was obnoxiously protective over her and the last thing she wanted to tell Angel that she actually found Victor attractive. It wasn’t hard, if he would hear how she gushed about him, he would be able to tell.

“He’s a co-worker of mine. He lives a few doors down.” Minimal information was what she was going to do. It made things easier that way. “He took care of Cruz a few times when I got called into work unexpectedly.”

“How long have you known him?” EZ questioned, his brother wasn’t even paying attention to the meat on the grill. 

“Seven years.”

“Seven years?!” Angel was surprised. He literally has never heard of Victor till maybe three years ago. Otherwise, Alena has never uttered his name. He just felt like Alena lived another life in San Diego. 

Everyone looked at Angel due to his outburst. Cruz looked at his father curiously.

“Are you mad daddy?”

Angel looked down at Cruz and shook his head. “No, I’m not mad, daddy is just surprised cause mommy has never talked about Mr. Vic till a few years ago.”

“Mr. Vic is so nice, he bought mommy crayons the other week when we went to the museums.” Cruz proudly shared. “Mommy said we can share when we all paint together.”

It was a favorite family bonding time they had. Sometimes on a Saturday afternoon Angel, Alena and Cruz all painted together, did they get pieces done? No, but just spending that time together was really fun.

“Crayons huh?” Angel nodded his head, turning his attention back to the meat.

EZ watched as the annoyance on his brother’s face became more obvious. Carla watched on with glee, the possibility of Alena having a suitor obviously annoyed Angel.

“Wow Angel, have you ever gotten Alena any crayons?” EZ had to pull his older brother’s leg every once in a while, he wouldn’t be a younger brother if he didn’t. 

“Shut up.” Angel put more meat on the grill.

Who the fuck was this guy? Crayons? Angel scoffed in his head at the silliness. He could get Alena one thousand fucking crayons. How the fuck has he not been told about this guy?

“Do you know Victor?” Angel asked Alena’s partner in crime, Carla.

“I’ve heard of him, never met him till today, but Alena, I told you, you’re the girl he was talking about.” Carla was just sprinkling gasoline on the fire.

“I am not, it still could be anyone.” Alena brushed her off.

“What does she mean?” Angel inquired. 

“Victor has been talking to me about this girl he’s interested in, but she’s unavailable.” Alena explained. 

“If he knows she’s unavailable, why keep pursuing her?” The nerve of this man. Fucking ridiculous.

“Well, if the relationship isn’t real, then why worry? Doesn’t count as cheating.” Carla reasoned.

“I’m not hungry.” Angel handed the tongs to EZ, standing up and stalking off to the bedroom.

Alena watched as Angel closed her bedroom door, frowning at his sudden outburst.

“Babe, that wasn’t nice.” EZ shook his head at his girlfriend.

“What? Did I say something?” Carla knew how to get under Angel’s skin, she was just giving him an extra push was all.

“Where daddy go?” Cruz shoved meat and rice in his mouth, looking around for Angel.

“Daddy wasn’t hungry, it’s okay baby, daddy will come back out.”

Angel couldn’t fucking believe Carla. How could she encourage this atrocity? They didn’t know this guy and to top it off, he was Valeria’s ex. Even though Valeria was psychotic as fuck, there must have been something wrong with this asshole since he married her. 

This just didn’t sit well with Angel. He sat down on the bed before plopping down on his back. He didn’t think Alena lied to him nor was he angry with her, he just wanted to know how this guy fucking bypassed him. It’s not like he was always in San Diego with Alena, but she talked to him every day about her day. There was not a day that they didn’t talk, mostly due to Cruz. But this was fucking insane. 

“Calm down Angel, don’t be an idiot. Just stay in the room, cool down.” He was talking to himself now. “Fucking great, I’m talking to my self. This is so stupid.” 

The rest of the night went without a hitch. Alena brought Cruz to the room and found Angel smoking at her balcony. He didn’t acknowledge her presence, but she told him Cruz was on the bed. She put pillows on either side of him, just in case since Cruz moved around often when he was sleeping.

She was at the dining table, reviewing a few files she took home when she heard the door open. Looking up, she knew it would be Angel. He didn’t eat anything so she was almost certain he was hungry.

“I’m starving, are there any leftovers?” Alena pointed at the refrigerator. 

Angel took out some Tupperware and heated up the food. He combined the rice and meat on the same Tupperware, going over to the dining table. He tapped Alena’s arm, helping her up. He sat on her seat and pulled her onto his lap. Looking at the papers, he moved a few around and watched as Alena took a few notes down.

“You feeling better?” She looked back at him.

He shoved a spoonful of food in his mouth and nodded his head. “Yeah cielo I’m good.” Angel answered once the food was down his throat. “Are you good?”

“I’m fine, I’m just worried about you. Don’t lie to me, what’s wrong?” She placed her pen down, slightly turning so she could see Angel.

“Why haven’t you told me about Victor before?” Angel was being unreasonable, but this guy has been a part of her life for seven years. Though he reasoned he may not be important since she never mentioned him.

“I don’t know, I just,” Alena sighed. “He’s my friend Angel, I didn’t know I had to tell you about my friends.”

“If he’s around our son you do.” Good reason Angel, he applauded himself, using Cruz when in reality, he knew Alena would never bring anyone around Cruz that would harm him.

“Angel, you’ve never cared about Victor before, I’ve mentioned him to you numerous times, and you never reacted, why care now?” 

“Well he’s never asked you out before, has he?” Angel fucking hated hearing Victor ask her out, especially when he knew you were married. 

Angel couldn’t get over that.

“No, come on Angel, it’s just a friendly dinner. I would never disrespect our marriage like that no matter how fake it is.” Alena turned back to her work. She hated talking to Angel about their marriage because it was a constant reminder that she had what she wanted but not exactly.

“Our marriage isn’t fake Alena.”

“I really don’t want to talk about it Angel.” Alena closed her eyes, trying to build her courage for her own sake. She turned to face him and he was shoving another spoonful in his mouth. “I know it’s not much to ask and you do it out of needs and such, but I would appreciate it if you didn’t kiss me unless Cruz is around or we have sex at all.”

Angel almost choked on his food. Did she just say what he thought she just said?

“What?”

Alena didn’t reply and just continued to do her work.

“Hey, you can’t just ignore me after you say that.” Angel pulled her back against him, his warm breath against her neck. “You don’t like kissing me cielo?” He whispered against her ear.

Alena tried to sit up but Angel kept her on his lap. “Angel, please.”

“You found another motherfucker and now you don’t want me to touch you?” Angel was upset again. This guy expressed interest in her, Valeria’s ex-husband, and he didn’t matter now? Fuck that. “You’re my wife Alena, nothing is going to change that. You know you love it when I touch you.” His hand ran up and down her inner thigh. 

“Angel, we’re not actually married.” Alena shivered feeling Angel’s hand inch closer to the bottom of her shorts. 

“Are we not? We got married in city hall, baby. You’re a Reyes.” Angel was a bastard, he knew that. But he couldn’t let this motherfucker disrespect him like that. “We got your driver’s license changed and everything. You’re Alena Marie Reyes, and it’s going to stay that way. What about Cruz?” 

Angel’s fingers made its way under her shorts, Alena placing her hand on his hand before he could go any further. “You’re overreacting. Victor is just my friend.”

“Better stay that way baby, you don’t want me to get involved.” Angel turned Alena’s face towards him and he gave her a quick kiss, pulling away and biting his lips. “You know you love kissing me.”

Alena couldn’t even speak. She just blushed and nodded her head. Angel smirked and continued eating.

He couldn’t ignore the nervousness in his stomach when Victor asked her out and how she entertained that idea. Then when she asked him that they shouldn’t be intimate anymore? That shit made his stomach drop. No matter how confident he appeared he was always frightened that Alena may meet someone.

He’s always been number one with Alena. He was always second best to EZ, but for her, he was always number one. He could hardly do wrong with her. This man was threatening that position and he couldn’t have that. 

He couldn’t let Alena go.

#angel reyes #angelreyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes fic #angel reyes fanfic #mayans mc fic #mayans mc fanfic

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(未定事件簿) EVENT! 「四季如夏」 [Tears of Themis] EVENT: Xia Yan Birthday 2020- Luke All Year-Round Translations (11.20: Out-of-print Gift)

*Tears of Themis Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Will also be filed under Xia Yan’s tag #Tears of a PI *The tracking tag for ALL Event Stories will go under: #Tears of an Event

11.01 / 11.11 / 11.20 / 11.27 / 12.05 Messages / Investigations / Call

Location: Second-hand Bookstore 

I had already mentally prepared myself and my wallet for the hunt for the First Edition of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes", but...

It didn't matter if it was online or offline, within the country or overseas; I had tried almost every available method out there, only to still turn up empty.

In the end, I held onto a glimmer of hope as I walked into the oldest Second-hand Bookstore in Stellis City.

MC: Hello, may I ask if this shop has the First Edition of “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes”?

The old man paused in his re-organizing of the books upon hearing the book’s title.

Old Man: Sorry, but this shop doesn’t sell books that are out-of-print.

His cold answer pretty much declared my failure.

Maybe it was because my face of disappointment was much too “sorrowful”, for the old man seemed a little sorry.

Old Man: There are many complete collections of Sherlock Holmes all over the market, so why are you specifically looking for the First Print Edition of it?

MC: I want to buy this book as a gift for a very important person of mine. He’s a Sherlock Holmes enthusiast and has always longed to own a copy of this book since he was little.

MC: We didn't meet each other for 8 years after that, due to various reasons. But now that he's back, I want to fulfil that wish of his.

Old Man: He's probably not the same person you knew anymore, since he disappeared for 8 years.

Old Man: Even if he's back now, you no longer have to bother about any of his wishes.

MC: Wait. Are you...?

He sounded a little… Peeved? That made me a little confused.

Old Man: He disappeared for such a long time, yet you’re not angry?

MC: Haha, so that was what you meant. We didn't split up because of something like a childish spat.

He probably misunderstood this to be something similar to the plot of some movie out there, where the person leaves without saying so much as a goodbye.

MC: Even though I was mad when he disappeared on me like that and swore never to care about him ever again...

MC: I still ended up worrying about him in the end, telling myself that it doesn't matter even if he doesn't contact me anymore, so long as he's safe and sound.

MC: Time that has already passed cannot be repeated, but upon meeting him again, I realized that...

MC: There were no barriers between us; it was almost as if we were never separated.

Old Man: ……

Old Man: You are very lucky.

MC: Huh?

Old Man: I do, coincidentally, happen to own a copy of the First Edition of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" in my special collection.

MC: Really? Could you let me have it…?

A flicker of sadness crossed his features upon hearing my request.

MC: Oh, I’m sorry. It must be of some special significance to you since it's part of your special collection.

The situation at hand wasn't exactly fitting to discuss monetary business, so I hesitated for a while, carefully wording what I had to say.

MC: Sir, I'm sincerely seeking this set of books. So please, just tell me if there's anything I have to do if that's your price, no matter what it may be.

He stared at me for a good while before shaking his head with a sigh.

Old Man: The fact that you're willing to offer that much means that you're already aware that there is no other copy of the First Edition of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" in Stellis City, other than mine.

MC: Yes, you're right. I've already tried all there is to try, and you're pretty much my last hope here.

MC: I've dragged many friends into my search for these books through various channels, and I've also put up a request online that I was looking for them.

MC: But… I haven't gotten any good news even up till now.

MC: I've visited almost all of the Bookstores in Stellis City, and your shop's last one I'm visiting.

MC: Many people have told me that if I can't find it here, then these books really aren't circulating in the market anymore.

Old Man: Then what did you plan on doing?

MC: Huh?

Old Man: What did you plan to do, if this store of mine really didn't have said book?

▷ Choice: I'll give him my promise first

MC: I think I'll probably give him a promise.

MC: He loves Sherlock Holmes so much, so the First Edition of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" should be an irreplaceable gift for him.

MC: If I can't realize this wish of his, this year, then I'll just promise him...

▷ Choice: Change presents

MC: If I can't find this set of books this year, then I'll just have to buy a different present for him.

MC: But I'll never give up on finding this set of books!

MC: He loves Sherlock Holmes so much, so the First Edition of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" should be an irreplaceable gift for him.

MC: Next year, the year after that, no matter how many years it takes; I'll definitely find this particular set of books and gift them to him one day.

MC: Maybe he'll be even more surprised then.

He was stunned upon hearing what I had to say, only giving a smile once he'd recovered.

But his smile gave me an odd sense of sadness…

Old Man: You youngsters have nothing short to say; that's great.

Old Man: Life's so long, you'll definitely have enough time for your pursuit. It's just like...

Old Man: Never being able to reach the end…

Old Man: I might not end up like how I am today, if I was as determined as you back in the day.

MC: Sir, you...

Old Man: You really want this set of books?

MC: Yes, I very much do.

Old Man: ...I'm getting on in age, so I tire easily after just organizing the books for a while. Help me sort out a couple of boxes of second-hand books, and that set of books will be your reward.

MC: Okay, I'll get started on it immediately.

Under his supervision, I ended up sorting through old books for an entire afternoon in the old bookstore.

Every old book had to be disinfected, checked over for damage and labelled, before being placed into their designated bookshelves. Books that have missing pages or big areas of staining had to be specially singled out and put aside, to await fixing or cleaning.

Finally, I finished sorting through all the books before the sun went down the hills. It was at this moment that the old man brought out a set of books.

Old Man: You've worked hard, young lady. Here, this is the First Edition of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" that you wanted.

He solemnly handed me the books. Touching it's hardcover, I could see that the old man really cherished it.

MC: Sir, I should really still pay you for how much it's worth out on the market.

MC: It might be of poor taste for me to be saying this, but I feel kind of bad just taking one of your treasured books away like that...

Old Man: There's nothing to feel bad about. Books are only valuable when in the hands of those that cherish them.

Old Man: There's no need to think so much about it. I don't like reading "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" to begin with; it's just that she was the one who liked it...

Old Man: I kept this book only for the sake of giving it to her, but she never once came back after she left, so the book has lost its prospective owner.

MC: Her?

Must be someone of importance to him...

MC: What if she comes back? After you give this to me…

Old Man: I'm telling you to take it, so just take it. Even if she does return, the distance wedged between us now cannot be closed just over a mere set of books.

Old Man: Enough. You're one lucky lady, so hurry and take the books and get going.

MC: ……

He didn't wait for me to reply, ushering me out of the Bookstore…

Looking back to the door of the Bookstore, I could only wish for this world to have more successful relationships like the one between Xia Yan and I, and fewer regrets that come with “the more you want something, the harder it is to get”.

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Xia Yan: Boss? Why are you closing shop this early?

Old Man: You again! You're late. That set of books has already been sold off.

Xia Yan: What!? But didn't you say that you were saving that book for your first love? Didn't you say that you wouldn't sell it no matter what?

Old Man: The book's mine, I can sell it if I want to!

Xia Yan: Yes, yes, of course. Then what are you going to do if your lover comes back?

Old Man: None of your business.

Xia Yan: You can at least tell me why you sold this set of books to someone else, right? Besides, I won’t lose out to anyone on the issue of sincerity.

Old Man: From what I see, you’re going to buy it back from the person who bought it, no?

Xia Yan: Hehe, you’ve completely seen through me.

Old Man: I suggest you give it up, that young lady bought it as a gift for someone important.

Old Man: Judging from her attitude, I’ll say she definitely won’t be re-selling it, no matter what.

Xia Yan: Haa… Looks like that set of books and I are destined to meet, but not fated to be.

Old Man: You wouldn’t have to suffer the disappointment if you’d just thought that from the start.

Xia Yan: Enough about the books for now. You still up for chess today, Boss?

Old Man: The book’s already sold, so why are would you still accompany me for a game of chess?

Xia Yan: Books are books, and chess is chess; the two of them have no relation to each other.

Old Man: So, you’re saying that you’ll still come by to play chess with me in the future?

Xia Yan: That’s for sure. You’re the only one in the entirety of Stellis City to make me willingly accept my defeat.

Old Man: Heh, I’ve lived for so long, but this old man has yet to lose.

Xia Yan: Can’t say the same for the future to come.

Old Man: You talk a great deal of rubbish, youngster.

Xia Yan: Weren’t you the one who taught me that chess is like war, and that we should never show hints of weakness even when we’re on the losing side?

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

tagged by: @zhrets​ aka THE stinky boy, Thank 4 teh Tag-desu uwu *glomps* tagging: @foxcharmed​ / @heroeth​ / @garuvusu​ (do it twice i dare you gabby) / @icarise​

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO / KINDA

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO

Are they underrated?  YES / NO

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon?  / I follow canon as much as I can, but it’s important for me to note that Elesis has many versions of herself depending on exactly which time I write her. For the most part, for panfandom interactions, I go for a more general approach incorporating canon into her story (as she did travel solo across dimensions for a hyper-extended period of time), but making it so that it wouldn’t have a tremendous effect on the actual canon of the story (by making her forget every world where she’d traveled, which gives opportunity for plots to revolve around that). I try to follow canon but, the game was a 2008 KMMORPG that was a patchwork mess and character identity is left highly to fandom and individual interpretation. My Elesis is nearly an original character at this point. I’ve thought about what made sense for her for a long time. She is a childhood character that had a significant impact on why I decided to rp, the kind of person I am today, and liking her and maining her in the original game inspire a lot of my love for similar characters.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  / Elesis Sieghart provides a lot of introspection. She is interesting because she is multifaceted. She is a leader---a Savior, going by the way canon sees her. But she’s not. Several times in canon, namely in her background and in an implied alternate dimension, she leans towards revenge over justice. Her goal has been, and always has been, to enact revenge on the villainess who took her father away from her. Her reaction to seeing her father die in front of her is anger, and then a desire for vengeance. In the alternate universe mentioned, she is so overtaken with rage that she transforms into a shell of herself consisting of her determination and her desire to kill----something that isn’t common among characters like her. Likewise, all throughout canon, she forced her way into a leadership position that, gradually, she begins to doubt and resent. She was brash, had an ugly personality, trampled over others’ opinions and yet---she cares about them so much. She’s a leader because she treats everyone she meets as equals, but she isn’t a leader-type because she’d rather seek anger in her friends’ name rather than protecting them in the present. Elesis always, always, looks towards the past for her actions rather than the present and she is fundamentally flawed as a protagonist. Not to mention, she is selfish and she takes her enjoyment of battle to extremes. Rather than being a forgiving and kind protagonist, she is ruthless and nearly totalitarian in her desire to fight over doing the right thing. She would rather die than retreat for the safety of her friends. She is angry, but it’s kept inside. She is lustful for violence, but she has to keep up the image of a good leader. She’s constantly on a breaking point one way or another, and I love that about her and I hope my interactions can spark some of that curiosity to go beyond what she is on the outside.

She’s a character that has a lot of potential for relationships. She has so many experiences that have changed her over and over again that she cherishes and is referred back to often. She’s a lot of contradictions in one woman, and to weasel your way into that takes a lot of effort and it’s rewarding. That’s how I want to portray her.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  Elesis isn’t digestible. She’s kind of basic looking and her words are far and few in between. I think she’s a very difficult character to love----she’s an easy character to gloss over because she’s not bombastic like a lot of others are. Speaking not so much from a fandom perspective (because she is very loved in the fandom, namely GC’s Korean fandom, where she’s one of the most popular characters) but from the perspective of roleplaying and seeing the kinds of characters people tend to prefer----Elesis is just not it. She’s not that consumable, and threading with her (and me in general) takes a ton of time and back and forth before she gives way to cuter threads or in-depth things. She’s not really defined by anything outright. It can easily be said that she isn’t anything. Her character doesn’t seem consistent----she’s a lot of things at once, rather than being “a good girl” or “an evil woman” or “a villain” or “sweet and candy-like” or “a sultry femme fatale”----she’s none of the easily definable. She’s a lot of everything, but she isn’t any one of those descriptions. She’s a protagonist but she doesn’t act like one. She’s a warrior but she longs for something more normal, something more regular. She’s a knight but she has never been knighted. She’s not easy to take in and it can seem very pretentious, to make one character absolutely nothing. It’s off-putting and it turns people off. Also, I don’t tend to talk about her until prompted to, nor do I talk on the dash a lot about her, nor do I have many followers in the first place. All of those things make her a character that people might just not want to write with, and that’s 100% okay.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  / She’s important to me. After leaving tumblr for 2-ish years following a lack of interest and seeing how toxic the dashboard was and how toxic the rpc twitter community was, I left and I didn’t look back until now. In the end, though, I want to write. Writing makes me happy. rping Elesis makes me insanely happy. I never brought her to tumblr because I didn’t want her to be ruined for me, and I’ve reached a point in my life where I’m confident enough in my own identity and my love for this character that I’ve been thinking of in silence for years to put it out in public and start writing with old friends again.

What keeps your inspiration going?  / I love one (1) beautiful titty redhead sword woman. 8+ years in my lil’ brain still going strong 3:

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO (though I want to)

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES (all of my replies tend to be drabbles 3:>) / NO

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? / Truthfully---no. Not about Elesis. About any other character, or rather---about every other character besides Elesis, I will accept criticism. But I’ve thought about Elesis for way too long and for way too many years of my life, changing her as I go, so much so that it’ll feel too personal to me to accept criticism. But if it were any other character, I’d readily accept it.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  / Absolutely please please please please---it’s so hard to talk to people one-on-one about her as is, as it is for everyone about their own muses. I love questions. I love answering them.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? / I’d be curious, truthfully. But it’s not bad. Anyone can disagree and if that’s the case, but ultimately, my headcanons for Elesis are my own and that’s not going to change even if someone else told me it was “wrong” or “bad”.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? / I don’t really care. I’ve thought about this stupid meathead woman for far to long to feel offended at someone else’s disagreement of how I write her. Plus, Elesis Sieghart, as well as every single character of the Grand Chase, can have many, many interpretations due to how vague and up in the air their canon information is. It’s just how it is...

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  / The only situation where I’d feel upset would be if it were a close friend telling me this after a while of talking about her---and it’s happened before. But overall, it made me sad for a minute and then it was “whatever”. They love her now, and things are good and right in the world. Someone else’s dislike of Elesis doesn’t really effect me outside of close friendships.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  / Absolutely! If something is off, please tell me or correct it in the reply <3

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   / I’d hope so. I don’t view rp as my life or as a main hobby, so I don’t tend to be here often and I write as I feel like it. As a mun I kind of just write here as I please because I know the people who are interested will continue to be interested and those who aren’t, I’ll know with time. In terms of friendships and rp, I do like to be talked to if I share my discord because I don’t share it often. I want to be able to develop and write and do all of those fun things I never got to do in the past due to the fact that when I used to rp as a main hobby, I was a minor---shipping back then was difficult for me, as a minor. 3: But now that I’m a lot older and, well, Legal, I can do a lot more things and explore more dynamics that I felt like I just wasn’t mature enough to do in the past. I guess, in that case, I’m a bit more higher maintenance. I hope I come off as easygoing, but I do get very intense about writing, I like it so much.

#MEMES / post #OUT OF CHARACTER / post #3:> )

[allhaildaddykeanu]

Valentine’s Day is Best Spent with You (oneshot)

 IT’S FINALLY HERE MY LOVELIES! I managed to pull my lazy ass together and finish this mess. Happy late V-day y’all. I love you. 

Tags: Fluff, Smut, a -slight- daddy kink but ya know oh well

 The date was February 14, a day that I somehow found myself to despise and not really care about at the same time. The truth was that the holiday of Valentine’s Day never showed me much mercy for constantly being single on the day. Sure I’ve had a few or so guys come along, but for some reason they never managed to stick around long enough to celebrate the holiday with me. I was forced to watch an endless amount of ads and commercials targeted at the many loving couples of the world throughout the beginning and middle of February, and the sight of decorations put up in the stores and some restaurants. Everywhere I went I was constantly reminded of my loneliness. All in all, Valentine’s Day seemed to have a thing against me, and there was nothing I could do about it. The only plus side for the mere existence of this so-called holiday was all the discounted chocolates and candies in the stores the very next day. It was the perfect excuse to allow myself to indulge in my love for sweets without wasting too much of my money.

 While all of those things have been a part of my life for the past few years, this year was the total opposite. This time around I had a boyfriend to celebrate with, one I knew would do so much just to impress me. Dating Keanu Reeves was a privilege that I only ever dreamed of having, and I still wasn’t too sure if this was real life.  Yes, Keanu Reeves, that beautiful angel of a man, was all mine. I expected this day to be the best so far, and I had every reason to. Somehow, I woke up to find myself alone in our shared bed. I went to bed alone but Keanu told me that he would be home by the time I was up in the morning. All of the sudden my mind started drifting into negative thoughts, most of them fueled by my self-doubt.  I mentally rolled my eyes at myself, knowing how Keanu would react if he knew I had these thoughts. After rolling onto my other side, I checked my phone and saw that there were no notifications, other than those from my social media apps. ‘Why hasn’t Keanu texted or called me?’ With a sigh, I got out of bed and grabbed my phone, heading down the hall to the kitchen. Once I noticed that nothing was different, that there was no bouquet of my favorite flowers or any small present, that small amount of hope left in me had faded. The best thing for me to do was to just go about my day like it was any other boring one.

 Within an hour, I had made some coffee and breakfast for myself and sat down on the couch to watch some of the news. I checked my phone again, this time reading my notifications from my twitter, instagram, and facebook. My most recent post on instagram was a photo I took of Keanu and I when we were out having lunch the other afternoon. Keanu had a slight smirk on his face as he looked at me longingly. I remember getting my phone out to capture his demeanor, knowing that I could always have it to view whenever I was missing him. Now, while Keanu looked like a cute little puppy – as he usually did – I was a grinning idiot. I noticed my hair was a little messy from the light breeze and there was a stain on my shirt from the piece of pasta that I had just dropped myself. There were a ton of likes and comments, with more being added even though the post was already a little over a week old. I smiled to myself at the sweet comments made by family, friends, and strangers.  I turned my phone off and returned my attention to the television before turning it off as well. At that point, I didn’t have any motivation to do anything. After scrambling around the thoughts of what I could or should do, I decided to go into the study room and practice playing on my upright piano. I then spent nearly half an hour messing around with scales and random bits of songs that I remembered well enough to play, I heard someone softly clap, causing me to jump with a shriek and somehow fall off of the piano bench.

“Good one, hon.” Keanu laughed, moving towards me to help me up. I felt every inch of my body tingle and spark with both excitement and pleasure once Keanu’s hand touched my arm. I let out an involuntary moan of joy, causing Keanu to let out another small laugh.  

“You really missed me that much, huh?” He asked with a smile, knowing good and well that I had. I felt a warm blush spread across my cheeks as I smiled sheepishly and pulled Keanu down to the floor. He obliged and sat down besides me, suddenly grabbing me to face him, his arms wrapped around me.

“Someone’s an eager boy,” I replied as I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him a soft peck on his lips.

“You’re damned right I am.” He growled, crashing his lips against mine. I managed to let out a quick snicker before he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I was more than welcoming of his taste, which mainly consisted of cigarettes and spearmint gum. This time I could taste a slight hint of coffee and maple syrup, causing me to hum in delight. I pulled away and looked up at him, his face showing confusion.

“You had me worried for the last few hours,” I admitted, causing Keanu to give me an apologetic look with his big brown puppy eyes. “I thought I would spend today all alone.” Keanu frowned and placed a kiss on my forehead. He lifted my chin so I was looking at him.

“Did you really think I would do that to you, (y/n)?” He gave me another saddened look before holding me against his chest.

“I would never do that to you, baby.” He muttered, giving me another kiss, this time on the top of my head. “Not a fucking thing could drag me away from you. If I can help it, I will spend as much time with you, especially on a special day like this one. You are my entire world, (y/n). Never forget that.”

There was a slight pause, one filled with only the sound of our breathing.

“Ke-keanu,” I stumbled as I pulled away to look at the older man, making him grin. “I love you so much.” He cupped my face with his hands, “I love you, too.” I was suddenly pulled into another kiss, his tongue sliding across my lips before entering my mouth. I decided to play along and fight for dominance. After a quick hum from Keanu, I managed to overtake him and slide my tongue into his mouth. I slowly made my way around his teeth, once again cherishing the unique taste of tobacco and mint. Keanu then pushed me away, grinning like a child who had just tasted candy for the first time.

“You know,” he started, running his hand through my hair. “We haven’t had the chance to do anything in this room.” I felt the heat rise to my face before I managed to give him a smirk.

“Then wait are you waiting for, Keanu?” I whispered, knowing how much it turns him on. And right on cue, his deep brown eyes seemed to grow dark with lust.

“You’ve really done it this time, (y/n).” He maneuvered himself to where he was on top of me. “I have to fuck you. I need to fuck you.” He let out with a groan, grabbing the sides of my torso and running his large hands up and down my body. Without a second thought, I felt my core begin to ache as my panties became damp. ‘And all it took was his voice,’ I thought to myself, wondering how I ever became so submissive to a man.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Daddy.” With that, Keanu groaned loudly and began to strip me, starting with his Arch shirt I was wearing. I hadn’t changed after getting out of bed, so I wasn’t wearing a bra or any pants. Left only in my panties, he ran his nose from my navel up to the valley between my breasts. I felt his hot mouth as he planted soft kisses all over me before he went for my collarbone. I let out a sigh of relief when his tongue touched my skin and he began to leave bite marks on me, making sure to suck on them so there would definitely be dark marks for later.

“I’m sorry my angel, but we’ve gotta skip the foreplay if we’re gonna make it to lunch on time.” Keanu stated, standing up to pull off his t-shirt and jeans, as well as his underwear. I stared at the sight of a fucking god in front of me. My eyes traced over his well-toned body and his semi-hard cock. I took notice of his infamous scar that marked his abdomen, conjuring thoughts of my tongue in the slight valley of the scar. I licked my lips and felt myself burn and ache for him even more. He was down on his knees and hovering over me, grabbing a fistful of my thin panties before swiftly ripping them off of me.

“Keanu!”

“Oh hush, woman.”

I let out a huff of annoyance but it was instantly replaced with a guttural moan once Keanu thrust two fingers inside of me with no warning.

“Mhm, that’s what Daddy needs to hear from his baby girl.” He praised, pumping in and out of me at a gentle pace. I could hear the sound of my soaked sex being penetrated by his fingers, further edging me on. As soon as I began trying to grind my hips against his touch, Keanu clicked his tongue and shook his head.

I let out another whimper for him, begging him to fuck me. He leaned down to kiss me, his swollen lips molding perfectly with mine.

“Please.”

He pulled away, grabbing his cock and beginning to pump himself. I gave him a pleading look to let me touch him, and so he slid up to my reach. I replaced his hand with my smaller one, starting at his head and rubbing his precum down on him to lubricate him. Just to tease him, I pulled my hand away, gave it a lick, and sat up to spit on it. The face of my lover had become contorted with a mix of anticipation and desire once my slick hand touched his shaft.

“(Y/n),” Keanu moaned. “Fuck..” I smiled at my achievement and continued to jerk him, feeling his cock grow harder. He let out a deep growl of annoyance before jerking away from my touch. I was going to ask what he was doing but I was cut off with my own shriek once Keanu shoved his entire length inside of me. He filled me entirely to the point where his tip was jammed against the back of me, the feeling that practically pulled moans from my mouth.

“Mmm, Keanu.” I breathed, moving my hand to my clit and rubbing tiny circles onto it. Keanu shut his eyes as he moved slightly in and out of me, making sure I could adjust to him. He shuddered with pleasure, my walls quickly loosening their grip on his cock. Within a matter of a few seconds, Keanu was able to slide in and out of me with little resistance. I hummed to myself, letting out another string of soft moans as the combined effort of Keanu’s cock and my fingers on my clit pushing me closer to climax. Once his hands tightened their grip on my hips, his fingernails going deeper into my skin, I quickened the movements of my busy hand. I looked back up at Keanu and he moved down to kiss me, quite sloppily, and began to thrust faster and harder.

“I’m so close,” I whimpered, and he responded with a nod and a harsh groan.

“Me fucking too.” Keanu growled as he flipped us. I gasped at the change, giving him a slightly bothered look.

“Just ride me, baby girl.” He purred as he bounced me up and down. I gave in and started bouncing myself, starting at a quick pace. Keanu smiled before he leaned up to kiss and suck on my right breast, swirling his tongue around my nipple. He bit down rather roughly, earning a yelp from me. After leaving possible marks, he made his way to my left breast and nipple, giving it the same treatment. I groaned as I managed to flip us back to our original position, which I preferred to be in when I’m coming. Keanu’s thrusts became quicker and sloppier, now only moving an inch or so within me instead of pulling himself in and out completely. I let out a low growl as my fingers were rubbing against my clit at an inhuman speed, feeling the much-anticipated fire in my abdomen burn even hotter.

“Come for me, (y/n).” Keanu moaned, his voice low and harsh. “Come for Daddy.” As soon as the sentence left his mouth, I felt the bundle inside of me snap and release the agonizing pressure built up within it. I felt hot liquid push against and soak my hand, Keanu noticing and replacing that hand with his. He always enjoyed it whenever I squirted, especially when giving me head because he could lap it all up with his tongue. My body had been overcome with all kinds of slight convulsions, such as my toes curling, my head being thrust back, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, and my entire body quaking in pleasure and complete bliss. Before I could even begin to come down from my high, the sound of Keanu letting out a loud mixture of a moan and a yelp interrupted me. He cried my name as my walls had squeezed around him, and I felt his cock grow softer once he emptied himself inside me.

Keanu pulled out of me and flopped himself onto the dark wood floor. I giggled softly, grabbing his attention. He pulled me into his grasp and kissed me tenderly.

“You’re absolutely perfect, (y/n).” He breathed as he looked into my eyes with his dark brown ones, which now had a pure and blissful look in them.

“You’re welcome.” I replied with a grin, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Well, beautiful,” he looked down at us and then to the clock on the wall. “I’ve got a romantic lunch set up for you, and I’d hate to miss it.”

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves one shot #keanu reeves fanfiction #keanu reeves imagine #keanu reeves imagines #smut #fluf #valentines day

[futurewriter2000]

I care too much

A/N: I finally did a Cedric one. Wooo.  And yes, I’m working on part 2 of Standing up and Sanje but I just felt like Cedric today so here’s this. I mean I don’t know who to pair the reader with. Maybe George, maybe Fred or maybe Cedric, I’ll leave that to you guys and if you want me to make part 2 of course I’ll write it (feedback pls). Requests are still open.

PAIRING: Leaving this to you guys

WARNING: /

TAGS: @shadyladyperfection, @geeksareunique, @huflerin

Part 2

xx

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have potential to turn a life around.” ~ Leo Buscaglia

Leo Buscaglia. His words kept repeating in your head as your eyes kept scanning the alluring horizon. The sun was already up, few grey clouds passing by while the birds kept flying further away and you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. Why would someone put their life at risk like that. People get badly injured at this kind of tournaments and you cannot handle losing him. He was your best friend, your other half and all you kept thinking about was the words of the famous American author Leo Buscaglia.

Thinking of the way he wrapps his arms around you to make you feel safe and warm, his smile that lights the whole room on the darkest of days, his kind word, which he never runs out of, or his listening ear available every single second. Honesty, you cherish him because of it and his smallest act of caring, which you noticed just now thinking about it. 

“I can hear you.” he spoke quietly, watching you from the corner of his crystal grey eyes and his perpetual smirk, which you still loved to see. 

“I wish I could hear you.” you sighed and turned your gaze away from the horizon.

“That’s because my thoughts aren’t screaming like yours.” he smiled and leaned on the branch.

You kept looking down, sitting high up on a tree, and taking another big sigh. He was your best friend, he trusted you with this decision and you knew he was determined to enter the Triwizard Tournament this year. So instead of pouting you looked up at his eyes and smiled. “ I know you think I don’t support you at this but know that I will always be here. I won’t leave you with this alone.”

His eyes sparkled as he heard you say that. Knowing he will have you by his side with this meant a lot to him. Without you he would be lost. “Thank you.” he replied and turned his gaze back at the horizon.

“But there is a slight chance that you’ll get chosen.” you blurted out, breaking the silence and making him chuckle. “ I mean it hasn’t even begun yet and here you are making assumptions you are going to get chosen. Maybe I’ll get chosen.” you rambled on.

“If you have the guts to enter.” he chuckled.

“Is that a challange Diggory?” you smiled and stood up on your branch. 

“Am I wrong?” 

“No. You are completly right.” you giggled and sat back down.

"Of course I am. Now shut up and enjoy the last few moments we have left before the Weasleys come."

---

"Arthur!" yelled Amos from the ground, making it your cue to come down from the tree.

Cedric was the first to jump down, introducing himself to the Weasleys while you took another moment to see the horizon for one last time. "And this must be Cedric?" said Arthur and shaked the boy's hand.

Looking down at the three you prepared yourself to jump down, landing perfectly on your feet and fixing your posture. "Hello. I'm (y/n)." you introduced yourself and shook hands with mr.Weasley.

You looked over to the other young Weasleys, Hermoine and Harry and gave everybody a wave. Knowing most of them, you always thought of the Weasleys as a big, happy family, but never have you considered them, as what the others called them, the blood-traitors. 

Charlie was the frist of the Weasleys you met. He was always so kind and nice to you and you couldn’t help yourself but to develop a small crush on the handsome boy. Him leaving Hogwarts left you a bit devestated, as he always was and always will be, your first love.

Fred and George are in your year and as they are known as the biggest pranksters in the whole school, to you they are mostly known as annoying Gryffindors you share Herbology with. They weren’t bad. You loved their comments during class, but sometimes even you wanted to learn something without them intruding with their stupid, yet funny, comments.

Ron was your favorite, to be honest. You tutored him Transfiguration and he always makes you laugh when the two of you study. He might not be good at Transfiguration and his bad temper but the boy sure is something.

For the other three Weasleys, you haven’t got much clue. Charlie used to talk about Bill when he was tutoring you, but you never really knew the guy. As for Percy and Ginny, you only knew them by reputation. Hermoine was brilliant and you always respected her and her ambition to work hard, as for Harry you only heard stories and rumors.

And right now when you were walking with Cedric, you suddenly heard whispers behind you. You turned around to see two identical ginger boys looking at you and smiling. You tapped Cedric on the shoulder and walked over to them.

"Frodo, Horhe." you teased and started walking beside them "Is there a problem?"

"In fact there are two." said one of the twins, lifting his two fingers and smiling.

"Well continue. I'm all ears." you replied and put your hair behind your ear.

"The first one is that my name is George and his is Fred." said George.

"And the second problem here is how have we never met you?" added the other one, his eyes scanning you from head to toe.

"Well. You have never met me because you only hang with eachother and because you really don't care who is in your Transfiguration class. Mostly because you either don't show up or don't pay attention." you stated the facts making each twin smirk. " As for the first problem, I’ll see what I can do." you winked at them before walking away and turning back to Cedric.

Catching up to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped on his back. “Carry me, my slave.” you joked as his hands grabbed your legs and he continued to walk on. 

He didn’t mind carrying you. You were the most important person in his life, besides his father. You weren’t just a best friend to him. You were someone who he would give his life for in a heartbeat. Your goofy smile and your dirty jokes, he could never live without them. And as your mother and father continue to work abroad, he took it himself to care for you and to protect you.

But you were heavy and right now you didn’t need protection. “Okay, that’s enough.” he panted and dropped you on the ground. 

Finally arriving to the portkey, shaped as an old boot, you couldn’t wait to see how it works. You have never traveled by one, so this felt quite exciting. The twins walked beside you, each on one side, squeezing you in the middle.

“You can hold my hand if you want.” grinned Fred and offered you a hand. “Wouldn’t want a lady to travel without feeling safe.” 

“You are completly right.” you replied, taking George’s hand and pulling him to the portkey, leaving Fred behind, alone but intrigued.

You placed yourself between Ginny and George, still holding his hand, while Cedric and Fred stood right across you. Others gathered around and put their hands on the portkey. Looking up at Cedric and seeing his eyes set on George, you quickly interrupted him with a short whistle. 

“Are you ready?”

“Ready.”

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #george weasley x reader #george weasley #george weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #weasley twins #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #ron weasley #weasley

[justsomebucky]

Finding Closure (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,366

Warnings: angst, language, introspection, fluff. I’m a chump.

A/N: Happy 4th, America and Happy Birthday Steven G. Rogers! I hope everyone likes this ending. I’m a chump. The gif only sorta fits. He’s so cute.  This is the final part for my submission for @sgtbxckybxrnes’s AU Challenge. My prompt was innocent enough: 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You looked up from your laptop, blinking innocently at your roommate. “I’m not doing anything, Darce.”

Darcy marched over to you. “What are you working on? It’s Saturday!?”

Before she could grab at the laptop, you pulled out the power cord, watching with a sick satisfaction as the screen turned black.

It was no one else’s business, not in this early stage anyways.

“What are you hiding?” She let out a frustrated groan. “Please don’t tell me you took Jane’s suggestion about online dating seriously?”

Jane Foster was her current employer, and she hired Darcy a few weeks ago to sort of follow her on her scientific expeditions (which were really just excuses to be gorgeous in nature) and create a photo journal about them. Darcy still did freelance work, but she found that shooting subjects in nature ‘soothed her soul’ or some such thing, and you encouraged her to take the stable work.

You tagged along on one of their particularly hilarious photo sessions in Central Park, where Jane went through the botanical gardens and Darcy compared everything to life and death. Jane asked the inevitable question: how did you end up in New York?

Your answer had perturbed her, so she told you online dating was the only way to go, spending at least a half hour talking about the logical benefits of choosing a ‘mate’ with algorithms and then attraction.

“Why do you care, Darcy?” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Don’t you have some urban jungle to traipse through today? I saw your calendar on the fridge.”

Darcy leaned over the desk, her face a mask of utter seriousness. “Do not online date, Y/N.”

“I have to move on eventually,” you countered, plugging the laptop back in. “I can’t live here with you forever. I’m sure you want a life of your own, too.”

“Yeah, but not with creeper number seventy-five, whose picture is in front of a car that’s obviously not his.”

“Go away.”

“Fine, but make sure you have your phone on, so when you’re kidnapped the police can find you.” Darcy tossed her hair over her shoulder and flounced out of the room.

“Whatever.” You logged back in, and luckily the browser reopened to the last page you’d been looking at.

No, you weren’t signing up for online freakin’ dating.

The truth was much worse. It was sad, it was pathetic, even.

You didn’t want Darcy to know that you’d been looking for jobs closer to Bucky.

Brooklyn was amazing…it was everything you had hoped for, it offered everything someone would ever need to be happy…

The trouble was, ever since you arrived back home in Brooklyn, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Four weeks now, an entire month had already gone by, and you knew you should move on. You knew that it wasn’t healthy, that the nostalgia must have really taken you in a strangle-hold this time.

The thought of living the rest of your life without Bucky made you want to curl up in a ball and disappear forever.

So, yeah, you were looking for jobs closer to him, on the off-chance that you’d actually find something and he’d change his mind about your love and want you back, too.

Pathetic.

Just like you assumed, there was nothing near your hometown. There was nothing in the nearby locations, either. But near the end of the list of your search results there was an opening for an analyst at a telecommunications firm located about halfway between Bucky and Brooklyn.

Would he be willing to meet you halfway on this? You googled the town, and it was really beautiful. There were parks and a big library, and lots of cute little townhouses. You wouldn’t mind starting over in a place like that; it was smaller than a city but big enough to feel modern and alive.

There was just one problem.

You sat back in your seat, feeling completely deflated again. It’s not like he gave you any hope when you parted. It’s not like he said ‘hell yeah there’s a chance for us!’

This was just absurd.

Maybe you’d go there by yourself and live. Maybe you could get away from Brooklyn, the city that always reminded you of the hometown you left behind simply because it was the first place you’d gone.

Maybe you didn’t need anyone to start a new life. Maybe you’d meet someone else there, someone happy to have you, someone to cherish you always, someone you wouldn’t have such a hard time communicating with.

You settled on bookmarking the job for now, to be revisited after lunch.

Amidst all your maybes and your somedays, you decided you were a little hungry, and it was never a good idea to change your entire life on an empty stomach. That probably wasn’t the saying, but you didn’t care and neither did your rumbling stomach.

There was a little café down the street that you loved, where they knew you and your favorite order. Comfort food and friendly faces were exactly what you needed.

These final few weeks in Brooklyn were going to be well-spent, until you finalized your plans to leave this great city and could gently break the news to Darcy.

You started looking at everything with a new perspective. The cramped but cozy apartment…the stairwell that echoed with laughter every time you and Darcy trudged up the steps together…the front security door that the landlord had decorated himself with beautiful New York landmarks…

As you pushed open the front door to go outside, you ran right into the broad chest of someone hovering just outside the door.

“Oof!”

“I’m sorry, sorry! I was in the way, it’s my f-“

You looked up when you recognized the voice.

Bucky Barnes was here in Brooklyn, standing at the door of your apartment.

“Bucky?” To say you were confused would be the greatest understatement of the century. “What are you- how did you-?”

He looked like a pragmatist caught in the middle of one of Darcy’s experimental art shows. His blue-grey eyes were wide, and he was wringing his hands together.

“I can’t believe I actually found this place,” he chuckled nervously. “Hell, I can’t believe you can actually find this place! How do you live here?”

Yeah, you kind of figured that Bucky would have been unhappy moving to Brooklyn with you. “I love it here,” you admitted, shrugging your shoulders.

“I know.” Bucky’s eyes dimmed a little. “So I didn’t just come all this way to say hi, I guess you must realize that by the way. Ugh, I’m stammering and- shit, I’m messing this up already. Can we just go get coffee or something?”

“I was just on my way.” You nodded your head in the direction of the café. “Let’s go get a table and talk.”

“This is actually pretty good.”

Bucky had insisted on trying a veggie burger in some misguided attempt to try to accept your little hipster neighborhood, and he only cringed once right when it was placed in front of him. After that, he really tore into it.

“It’s not my favorite, but they are healthy for you,” you replied, picking at your salad. Your nerves were too high right now to even taste the stupid food. “So anyways, back to your magical and mysterious appearance?”

“Yeah.” He set the burger down and wiped his hands on a napkin, still clearly fidgeting in what could only be the same level of discomfort you had right now.

You waited patiently as he chugged half of his coffee, biting your lip to stop from smiling at his antics.

God, how you missed him.

“So I wanted to talk to you today about something.” He leaned forward, pushing his plate aside and clasping his hands together. It looked like he was about to make you an offer you couldn’t refuse or have you sleep with the fishes, that’s how serious his expression was.

“O-Okay?”

Was this it? Was this the moment you’d been waiting for? Had he come to get you, to tell you he wanted you back?

“I need Sam Wilson’s number.”

What the hell? Definitely not what you expected.

You tried to keep the disappointment off your face. “Bucky you know there’s a thing called Google, right?”

“Well I don’t really need his number yet, but I might, because I might need a good lawyer to help me transition. It all really depends on-“

You couldn’t handle the riddles anymore. “Bucky! If you have a point, feel free to arrive to it!”

He stared at you, giving a single nod. “I want to sell the garage, but I only want to sell it if you think there’s a chance for us, a second chance to make it work.”

You were pretty sure you stopped breathing for a second. “You- you what?

He heaved a big sigh. “Look, we were kids with adult problems back then, Y/N, we didn’t know what the hell we were doing. I sure didn’t, anyways. I didn’t know what it was like to be you, though I knew what it was like to hold you while you were crying because of something that happened. I just…I want to see if three years made any difference.”

“That’s a big step for a chance at something, Bucky.” Your heartbeat was picking up the pace, and your palms were sweating. “You built that business up to be profitable. They trust you and your name. You can’t just magically get that back someplace new.”

Bucky leaned back, wiping a hand down his face. “Ever since you were there, I have this vision of you stuck in my head. You’re sitting across from me in my office, and we’re sharing dinner, and we’re laughing and talking…I want that all the time, Y/N. There are jobs for mechanics everywhere. We could be something like that, we could make it work if we just let go of the damn past.”

He sounded hopeful, downright positive about it, but not wholly convinced.

You chewed your lip, unsure of what to say. If it worked, it could be amazing. If it didn’t, it would be another way in which you’ve failed the love of your life. He would resent you, forever. Could you handle that?

“Bucky, this is a big decision.”

“We both need a fresh start, right? I don’t want to go back to that place with the ghost of you reminding me what an idiot I was to put my feelings on paper instead of talking to you about it face-to-face.” He leaned forward again. “That’s why I’m here, talking to you in-person.”

“How did you find me, by the way?” You didn’t remember leaving your card or anything. In fact, you were pretty sure he didn’t even have your phone number.

“I called Darcy’s business number,” Bucky admitted sheepishly. “She told me – well, she wouldn’t give up anything about you or how you were or whatever. But she told me that if I felt like I wanted another shot, I should take it.”

“She didn’t say a word to me about it,” you mused, feeling your heart swell a little for your roommate. “The only thing she told me was not to try online dating.”

“You- you’re trying online dating?” he asked, his expression falling.

“No,” you assured him quickly. “I was messing with her this morning. She asked me what I was looking at on my laptop, because her boss had told me to sign up for it and give it a try, and I guess she got paranoid that I would. I was actually looking at new jobs.”

“Really? Why?”

“This is weird timing, and it’s going to sound totally made up, but I was- I looked for jobs closer- closer to you, this morning.”

His eyes lit up. “You want to move closer to me?”

Okay, so you figured now was as good a time as any to talk to him about your ‘meeting halfway’ idea. The sheer thought of this idea actually coming to fruition made you a little giddy.

“I can’t be here anymore,” you explained. “Bucky, it’s just like you said. There’s a little ghost of you following me around and I’d rather have the real thing. But I don’t want to move back there, either. I think we should find someplace new and make it home, and Darcy and Steve or any of our friends can come visit us there.”

Bucky’s head tilted a little as he processed your words. “I need you to mean it, Doll. If we go for it, I want it to be for good this time. I want it all with you, and I’m not just talking a house. You’d be giving up this city life you always wanted, and I’d be giving up my business, and we would be starting back at square one.”

“But we’d be starting over together, Bucky, and that makes all the difference, don’t you think? Besides, I kind of already bookmarked this one town...you know, just as a potential place we can discuss...”

Bucky Barnes had the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen.

There weren’t any actors or models or socialites in all of New York who could possibly try to cosmetically capture how perfect it was. The sight of it gave you all the reassurance you could possibly need.

“So you’re saying I should call Sam, then,” he asked softly, reaching for your hand across the table and giving it a squeeze. “You’re saying it’s worth another shot?”

You placed your hand on top of his, offering your own bright smile. “We’re worth another shot.”

Bucky got up and came around to your side of the table, and you stood up too, figuring you might as well start meeting him halfway.

You didn’t realize that someone had spilled a little bit of water on the floor, and you ended up sliding right into his arms.

“Careful,” he murmured. “It’s a little slippy just there.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and moving even closer.

His kiss was even better than you remembered.

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[golddaggers]

Gold Digger

Reader x Elijah Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in a long-term relationship with Elijah Mikaelson and is very happy with it. One day, when he requests you to go over to his house to meet oficially his siblings, Hayley accuses you to being with him only for his money and power, which leaves you heartbroken.

tagging: @chocolatemonkeyrainbows :)

Word Count: 3172

Back then, when you were nothing but a naive teenager, you used to dream about true love, wondering every single night, whilst watching the stars, how it would feel like once you met him. Would you recognise the one right away? Or it would take some time for you to realise it? Man, you were one hell of a weird kid.

However, your questions would only be entirely answered years later, in the exactly moment Elijah Mikaelson walked into your life.

It was a saturday late afternoon, you were walking alone through one of New Orleans’ streets, pondering if you should go home or head to the bar to sip on a glass of bourbon. At last, you chose the alcohol. The week had been a mess, with college and everything, therefore you were allowed to get a bit tipsy, just for this once. Yet, a couple of minutes before you arrived to your destination, a tall figure grasped your left arm, leading to a minor scream to leave your lips, and dragged you to a dark alley. There was no doubt he was going to kill you, for evil was carved on his bright hazel eyes.

You did not die, though. No. Elijah, who was nearby, in one of his endless attempts to take care of his younger reckless brother, heard your broken whimpers and came to your rescue. The whole thing happened so fast, you were so shocked, that you only regained your senses once he carefully got you inside the Rousseau’s. You still remembered him softly talking to your cousin Camille, assuring her that you were perfectly okay, and then whispering a gentle goodbye to you both.

No one had ever treated you so kindly like he did, which indeed mesmerised you. With a sigh, a little after his departure, you shyly asked Cami about him and she sharply warned you to stay away from the Mikaelsons. She said they were no good, not even the one who had saved you. Of course you were not able to believe her words. A person like Elijah… Definitely no. You were left intrigued, though, so you went searching, questioning everyone, digging deep, until you found enough evidence to uncover his darkest secret: his vampire nature.

Although the discovery had gotten you surprised, you had already grown too attached to him to let this break you apart. In the mean time of your survey, you developed a great friendship with him; telling him about your life, your secrets, your fears, everything! No person in this world owned more your trust than the mocha eyed Original. This was probably one of the main reasons why you fell insanely in love with him; which helped, afterwards, to built the beautiful, strong relationship you had now.

“Y/N, are you ready?” His voice echoed from downstairs. “We have to go!”

“I’m coming!” You yelled back, putting on your favourite earrings and applying a small amount of perfume. Grinning to yourself in the mirror, you finally left the room, moving straight to where your beloved boyfriend awaited. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

The man snatched your hands and kissed your knuckles, a proud smile lying on his lips. Staring at the gentle figure, while he took you to the luxurious car, you realised you would have regretted very much if you had followed your cousin’s advice to stay away. The older Mikaelson was the perfect match to you, like two puzzle pieces made to fit together.

“You seem to be distracted, darling.” Elijah pointed out, slightly worried, as you could tell by his tone. “Is there something wrong?”

“Not at all, babe.” A smooth giggle made its way out of your lips. “I’m just thinking of how much I love you.”

His traits quickly softened upon hearing that.

“I love you too.”

The next twenty minutes were rather silent while he drove you to the fanciest restaurant in town. It was your six month anniversary and, being the huge fan of great gestures that he was, the brown haired Mikaelson planned a super sweet date as reminder of how much he loved and cherished you. Those being his exact words, obviously.

“You’re going to turn me into a spoilt brat.” You muttered, his arm tight around your waist whilst you walked towards the place’s entrance. “I mean, look at this!”

“I just wanted to make this night special for you.”

“Oh, darling!” Suddenly stopping the walk, you stood in front of him. A faint light allowed you to see his handsome face, your fingers tracing his skin afterwards. “You don’t have to spend any money to make nights special. You are what makes my nights special.”

“Would it be wrong if I say I’m actually happy that sick vampire tried to murder you that day?”

You laughed, slapping his arm.

“Of course it would!”

Smirking gladly, Elijah pulled you into his embrace and placed a passionate kiss on your lips, tasting all of your flavour. In your whole life, no guy had ever made you as nearly nervous as your current boyfriend did when he kissed you. It was like a butterfly riot in your stomach.

“Let’s get inside.” The noble Mikaelson said, pecking your cheek tenderly. “Our table is waiting.”

You mumbled a yes and reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers as you entered the restaurant, having a feeling that this night would undoubtedly be a lovely one.

It was past eight in the morning when you parked your silver car outside the Mikaelson mansion. Elijah wanted to properly introduce you to his family, despite the fact you had already met them in distinct occasions; according to your boyfriend, it did not count unless he was with you, so, there you were, standing in front of his home sweet home.

You slowly made your way to the huge wooden door and gave to it two solid knocks. If you were to be honest, although you had been with them before, you were still quite nervous. Elijah cared too much about his family, therefore you sort of felt the need to be at your best in front of them so they would give you their full approval.

“Is there someone here?” Your voice was not loud, actually, it was more like a whisper. “Elijah?”

“Come inside.” A woman demanded, clearly annoyed, while opening the door. It had been swung open so suddenly, you nearly fell facing the cold floor. “They are not here yet. I guess you can wait on the living room.”

Once you were inside, your eyes wandered throughout the room, examining everything you could. Finally, they landed on the grumpy woman, who was sitting with arms crossed on an apparently comfortable chair. She was obviously beautiful. Had straight brown hair, green eyes, high evident cheekbones, the whole package. However, one other very shocking thing caught your eye: the slight grown bump. Was she pregnant? If so, why had not your boyfriend told you about her?

“Uh, I’m sorry, but who are you?” You muttered, a bit nervous. “I don’t think Elijah mentioned you to me.”

“Hayley.” She retorted. “And you must be the holy Y/N Y/L/N. He can’t shut up about you.”

A goofy smile slipped upon hearing that.

“I guess you must be proud, huh? Got yourself infinite power and money by getting involved with the Mikaelsons.” Her words were sharp and hurtful. Your eyes grew wide for you did not want to believe she really had said that. “Aren’t you ashamed? I heard he pays for your every desire and gives you these incredibly posh gifts. Treats you like a fucking queen. But I know you’re nothing more than a gold digger.”

“It’s not true.” You managed to blurt out, your hands already shaking and the tears ready to stream down. “I love him. More than anything in this world!”

“You love his money. His power.” Hayley’s laugh was cold, emotionless. “Not him.”

“Don’t you dare say that again.” This time you hissed, angry. No one had the right to question your integrity like this. “Plus, my relationship does not concern you.”

“It’s true, isn’t it?”

She never got an answer, though, because you ran and drove as far as you could from that place. Gosh, no one had ever made you feel so small and worthless. How dare she doubt your love towards Elijah? He was pretty much the only man you had truly loved in your whole life! And you could not care less about his possessions. Or the power he held. It meant nothing. All that mattered was his love towards you.

Your phone, which had been carelessly thrown in the passenger seat, kept beeping during the trip back to the tiny flat you lived in. It was probably Elijah, wanting to know why you were not there to meet his siblings. Oh, if only he knew the mean things you had heard… You swallowed thickly, struggling to sound as normal as you could be, and picked up.

“Hey, darling.”

“Y/N, where are you?” He quizzed, sounding reasonably upset. “I thought I would meet you at my house half an hour ago.”

“I’m sorry, ‘Lijah.” Your reply was merely a whisper. “Something’s come up and I had to take care. I’m really sorry.”

“That’s fine, my love. I’ll see you later, then?”

You sighed and bit your bottom lip, puzzled. After today’s events, you sort of wanted to be alone for a few days. Do some thinking. You were not entirely sure yet.

“Uh, I’m going to Mystic Falls.”

“What?”

“I need to see my parents. Don’t worry.”

“Why are you acting so strange?”

“I’m not. My little sister is sick and I need to check up on her.”

“Fine.” Elijah had given up on finding out what was wrong. At least for now. “Still, I want to see you before you go.”

“No. I mean, I’m already leaving.”

“Huh?” You could practically see the wrinkle between his eyebrows while he exhaled. “Don’t do this again, please.”

“Do what, exactly?”

“Shut me out whenever there is a problem.”

“I assure you I am fine, darling. I just need to go and see my baby sister. I’ll be back soon.”

“We will talk about what happened when you get back.”

“Okay.” You swiftly agreed. “Bye.”

With one last sigh, Elijah hung up the phone. Ironically, outside your car, a thin rain was pouring; droplets sliding down the window’s glass, just like the sly tears were falling down through your cheeks. You understood it was a necessary lie, but you hated it anyway. It made you feel like you were cheating or something. Simply disgusting.

“Alright”, you thought, sucking a deep breath and trying to shake the sinking feeling in your stomach, “Put it together.”

Ultimately, you stepped out, quickly going to your building’s entrance, trying not get wet. In the way to the lift, you clumsily bumped into the caretaker, almost making both of you have an unpleasant meeting with the solid ground. A whispered “I’m sorry” left your lips. For a split second, you wondered if he was going to give you a speech about being reckless. It was not case, however. Maybe he saw your broken state and took pity on you, for Mr. Smith only patted your back, saying you shouldn’t worry. Gently nodding, you smiled, or tried to; after that, you walked away to your flat, which, by the way, never seemed so colder.

In five minutes, tops, you had packed everything you would need to spend a week away at your parents’. This was probably not your smartest idea, yet, you figured it would do good for you to keep your mind clean from all the New Orleans bullshit. Before your departure, you took in your hands a portrait that was positioned on the nightstand next your bed. It contained a photograph of you and Elijah, smiling happily to each other whilst the wind blew your hair back. Once more Hayley’s words crept into your mind, making you wince in pain and put the photo down.

“I’m sorry, Elijah.”

Wiping a insistent tear, you left behind your new found home, sure that you would be better when you return.

Much to your disappointment, the seven days had gone by in a blur. You were sitting on your old room’s floor, gathering your belongings and carefully placing them inside your bag. Regardless the fact you were glad to be heading back to your loving New Orleans, a part of you was insecure to be facing Elijah again.

Speaking of him, he had tried to call you several times during the week and texted you like his life depended on it. Nevertheless, trying to live up to your own promise, you replied just the enough amount for him to not get worried. Not shutting him out completely from your life, however, did not make you feel less petty to lash out on him your frustrations.

“Y/N?” Your mum softly called out. “Are you ready?”

“Almost.”

The lovely lady sat on the corner of your bed, shooting you an inquisitive glance. From the minute you popped up on her doorstep until now, she had asked what had happened, why you looked so sad. Although you urgently desired to tell her the full story, you could not bring yourself to do it. No one else but you should suffer for your own selfishness.

“How come Elijah did not come alongside you?”

“Uh - Oh, he had to take care of some family business.” You replied, shoving the rest of the clothes inside and closing the bag. “Next time I’ll bring him.”

“I’m excited to meet the man who finally stole my baby’s heart.”

“Mum!”

“It’s true, though.” She grinned. “Now, come on, I’ve waited long enough.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Tell me what is wrong with you.”

“I’ve already told you there’s nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, let’s pretend I’ve believed that lame excuse.”

“Oh my God, woman, can’t you let go?” You retorted, skeptically gazing at her and getting back on your feet. “You won’t, will you?”

“No.” She crossed her arms, quirking a brow. “Spill the tea, sweetheart.”

Realising your mother would never allow the subject to die, you finally cave in and told her exactly what had drove you to come back to Mystic Falls for a visit. How Hayley falsely accused you and how it had hurt to hear that when you deeply loved the sweet mocha eyed Original. In the very end, Y/M/N had her lips pursed, while a few tears insisted on streaming down your red cheeks.

“Oh, Y/N…” She ran her thumbs across your face, wiping it clean. “I don’t to see you sad. I honestly think you should talk to Elijah, explain what happened. You mustn’t hide your feelings for him.”

“I just don’t want to cause any trouble.” You mumbled, the sinking feeling hitting your stomach all over again. “He’s so wonderful to me, mama! Hayley didn’t lie when she said he treated me like a queen. I’m not worthy of such adorable person.”

“Now listen to me” The woman hardened her traits, obviously wanting to look serious. “Don’t ever think you’re not deserving of love, because you are, alright?”

“But mum…”

“Don’t argue with me.”

“I strongly think you should listen to your mother, my love.” A deep masculine voice asserted, rapidly gaining full attention of the two women. “Hello, Y/N. Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“E-Elijah?”

“That’s my cue to leave.”

As your mum left the room, the Original vampire smoothly moved towards the bed you were sitting on and quickly took a place by your side. During a brief moment, both stayed quiet; his hand reached for yours, linking them together. You cleared your throat, uncomfortable, and raised your eyesight to stare deep into his, which was soaked in a mixture of feelings.

“What are you doing here?”

“There is multiple answers to this question.”

“Stop being so mysterious!” A shy smile appeared on your lips.

“I came because I was worried. First you leave New Orleans unexpectedly, then you barely reply my calls, messages… Urgh, don’t ever do that again.”

“I’m sorry, I never meant to push you out like that. I-I just needed some time.”

“Time from what?” The familiar crinkle formed in between his eyebrows. “You don’t love me any more, is that it?”

“No! Never. Gosh, my love for you is something you should never question.”

“Then what is it?”

“That day, when you pushed me to go to your so I could meet your siblings, I met Hayley instead.”

“Oh.” He looked away, regretful. “I should have told you about her before. She is carrying Niklaus’ child.”

“It’s not the problem and I’m not finished yet.”

“Sorry, go on.”

“As I was saying, Hayley welcomed me into your home. A little time after that, she began to be extra rude to me, saying I was with to steal your money and wear your pride as a prise. It left me so disturbed… I never imagined people had such a low idea of me.”

“She did what?” The Original queried through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed. “I can’t believe Hayley went that low!”

“I know it doesn’t justify my actions, but I want you to comprehend I was hurt. That is why I came to Mystic Falls.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to apologise or feel guilty about it. I understand why you desired to be left alone.” He pulled you to his chest, caressing your back and planting a kiss on the top of your head. “I will solve things with Hayley once I get back to New Orleans.”

His intoxicating scent flooded your nostrils, giving you jitters of pleasure and happiness. It was solely one of the little things you had missed; after all, being away from your soulmate was not easy at all. Without further thought, wishing to have his lips glued to yours, you straddled him, connecting your arms around his neck.

“Someone is eager, I see.”

“Oh shut up, Barney Stinson.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t forgotten this nickname.” You giggled. “Come on!”

“Then kiss me already, dork.”

“Your wish is my command, miss Y/L/N.”

Resting his hands on your hips, Elijah briskly captured your mouth, beginning a heated make-out session that could have lead to something else if you had not come down to your senses and stopped him from unbuttoning your jeans. The brown haired Mikaelson pouted, frustrated, whilst you laughed out loud, jumping out of his lap.

“Aw, I’ll make it up to you later, honey.”

“I’ll be holding on to that promise.”

“Fine by me, now come, I want to introduce you formally to my parents. And my annoying little sister as well.”

Elijah smirked, nodding.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“Me too.”

With this, you walked out of your childhood bedroom, glad to be loved by the man you used to dream about on this very place.

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inktober d10: pattern

pairing: namkook

words: 1845

tags: light angst with a happy ending, childhood friends to lovers, they're both dumbasses

Namjoon and Jungkook had been friends for what felt like a lifetime.

They had met when Jungkook was shy little freshman and Namjoon was an extremely friendly and approachable senior. Joon had seen the younger sitting alone at lunch on that first day and decided that he was gonna introduce himself. And the rest was history. They bonded instantly and before they knew it they were attached to the hip. They had lunch together, studied together, played games together. And when Jungkook graduated high school too, they moved in together. Namjoon's friends had already finished their studies or already had a flatmate, or so he told the younger. He didn't want to weird him out by saying he had refused to move into the vacant room in his friends' shared apartment because he was hoping Kook would want to move in with him. What Namjoon hadn't taken into consideration was that his feelings wouldn't magically disappear. If anything, they only slowly but surely settled deep within his heart and he only noticed when it was too late.

He was out for dinner with some of the friends he'd made while getting his degree and they asked him how living with his best friend. They were expecting a brief reply, but they were met with a ten-minute rant on how Jungkookie was the most adorable little shit and it wasn't good for Namjoon's health. Like, how can he keep living like this when that boy spends his days pouting and batting his eyelashes to get what he wants? Namjoon is a weak man and his heart can only take so much.

His train of thought was lost when Yoongi interjected with a not-so-subtle “whipped” as he was taking a sip of beer. Seokjin smacked him on the back of the head, but the damage was already done.

“What do you mean whipped?” stuttered a blushing Namjoon.

“Don't listen to him hyung, your rant was cute-”

Jimin tried to deflect, but Yoongi didn't let him.

“I mean” he said dryly “that it's obvious that you have the biggest crush on this guy.”

That's how Namjoon realised that the person he thought he'd loved like a brother the whole time was actually so much more than that. He

stayed in silence for a while and so did everybody else.

Seokjin quietly poured him another shot of soju and Jimin squeezed his free hand as he drank it.

“You're welcome”

That earned Yoongi another smack.

After that nothing changed. At least, Namjoon tried to keep everything the same. He didn't want Jungkook to know. He'd known the boy since he was fourteen, it was weird. And when did that affection start bleeding into something more? When did he start loving his best friend?

But as much as he wanted to make the feelings go away, he didn't want to distance himself. He felt so selfish, but he couldn't stay away from the younger's blinding smile that showed off his cute little bunny teeth.

So he decided that maybe if he started dating he'd grow attached to someone new and his feelings for Jungkook would fade.

The first person he tested out this theory with was a boy named Taehyung. Jimin had introduced them saying they had too much in common not to know one another. They had gone on only one date. They visited a museum and drank expensive wine and had a wonderful time, but Taehyung saw right through him.

“You're easier to read than you think” he'd said “I can tell that you're enjoying yourself, but you're not interested in me. Not like that anyway. Who is it that you're trying to forget?”

Namjoon didn't want to answer. He felt mortified, but Taehyung didn't look bothered in the slightest. Something about him made Namjoon feel safe and protected. So he let it all out.

He talked about Jungkook. How they met, how their friendship evolved, how devastating it was moving away from him to study, how they never drifted apart, how they were living together, how Namjoon was absolutely enamoured with the boy.

Taehyung held his hand through it and offered kind words of support. A huge weight had been lifted off his chest. But with acknowledgement things start feeling real. It wasn't until later that the new burden settled on Namjon's shoulders. He walked through the door, one hand in his pocket squeezing a note with Taehyung's phone number on it. Jungkook came out of nowhere asking him about the date and the elder just burst into tears.

His friend was quick to rush towards him and hold him to his chest. He walked the both of them to the couch and sang into his hair until he fell asleep. That was the first time either of them had their heart broken.

After that, it kept happening. Namjoon would go one two or three dates with the same random someone before it got too much for him to handle.

He'd come back home and make up some story about getting rejected to justify his crying and Jungkook, his sweet and understanding Jungkookie, would always hold him and sing to him until the tears stopped and the elder fell asleep on his chest. As he held his best friend's sleeping figure he would silently shed a few tears and beat himself up over being so selfish for not being able to stop himself from feeling a little happy that his Namjoonie-hyung, who he loved more than he thought his poor little heart could handle, was not taken by someone who wasn't him.

This same excruciatingly painful pattern felt endless. Every time Joon came back in tears Kook hoped and prayed that it'd be the last. But it never was.

This went on for a whole year. Some people would stay for a month or two, but Namjoon would eventually break up with them when he realised that he didn't feel anything even remotely romantic for his partner.

The guilt was eating him up inside and he had no one he could talk about it with. No one except for Taehyung. Every time, on the morning he woke up in Jungkook's arms, he'd find the strength to untangle their limbs and call him. They'd meet for breakfast at the café across the street from the place they had their first and only date in, and he'd tell the same old story about guilt and regret and heartbreak.

And every single time Tae was nothing but understanding and warm. But after a year of this nonsense, he decided that enough was enough.

“Hyung, you know that this is only hurting you. So man up and tell him how you really feel. Even if he rejects you, you'll be able to have closure. You'll know that you did all you could and you, at the very least, tried. And if your friendship really means this much to him too, he won't throw it all away for a one sided love confession.”

Namjoon was hesitant, so Taehyung dragged him back to his apartment and played cupid for once.

“Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Taehyung, you must be Jungkookie” he said, barging in and holding out his hand for Jungkook to shake.

“Uhm, yes I'm Jungkook. Nice to meet-”

“Tae, please go.”

“You know that's not going to happen hyung.”

Taehyung's voice was firm, but the smile on his face deceivingly sweet.

“Jungkookie” said Taehyung, clasping his hands together “Joonie-hyung has something to tell you, and I am not going to leave until he does so” he added looking at Namjoon while throwing himself on the couch “get to it, hyung.”

Namjoon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It couldn't be that hard, right?

“Jungkookie”

“Yes?” his best friend looked worried, so the elder looked away. He didn't want to see the expression of disgust on his face when he found out.

“We have known each other for over four years now and I have seen you grow and cherished you like a little brother.”

Jungkook winced, he knew this was gonna happen.

“But that's the thing. You have never been a younger brother to me. Yes, I have seen you grow into the smart, confident young man that you are today and I will never forget that scared fourteen-year-old boy with doe eyes and bunny teeth. But you're not a younger brother to me nor have you ever been. You have always been my best friend. My shoulder to cry on. The person I could go to for everything and anything.”

Another deep breath.

“But not in the past year. That's what Taehyung has been to me for all these months”

Kook felt his eyes tear up, but he didn't want the other two seeing how much the rejection and being replaced truly affected him so he swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. He already had his heart broken countless times in the past year alone. He could take it.

“Taehyung has been there for me all of this time because this is something I just couldn't tell you. I was too terrified it would ruin our friendship and I'm way too selfish to let go of you, Kookie”

The hurt was replaced with confusion.

“Jeon Jungkook. I like you. Actually, no. Fuck that. I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been for as long as we've been friends, but I only realised little over a year ago when Yoongi-hyung called me out on my bullshit after you moved in with me. And Taehyung is the only person that I've been able to talk about this with because he saw right through me when Jiminie set us up on that date-”

“Wait, you're that Taehyung?”

“Guilty as charged, but don't you think that's a little besides the point?”

The room fell into a deafening silence for a handful of seconds.

Namjoon was trying to prepare himself for what was about to come. He knew he was going to lose the most important person in his life, but he wouldn't cave. He wouldn't cry.

“Namjoonie-hyung. You absolute dickhead. What the fuck? How could you not realise that I'm helplessly and hopelessly in love with you?”

Jungkook's voice broke mid sentence and he started crying. Gross and loud sobbing. In an instant Namjoon was holding him to his chest the same way Kook had held him all those times and softly cried into the younger's hair as he rubbed circles into his back.

Taehyung stood up.

“Well, now that all of that has been put out in the open I will leave you two idiots to it.”

Neither of them said anything, so he just left without adding a word.

The stayed like that, quiet and in each other's arms, for a while. The sun set behind them and they were wrapped in darkness.

The universe works in funny ways, thought Namjoon. All that it took to break the pattern was going back to who it started with in the first place.

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