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angelicmichael · 4 years

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Pretty Please

Jim Mason x reader

Summary: Jim and Reader decide to throw a christmas party but get distracted while trying to do so. Christmas fic!!

Words: 2.5k+

Warnings: Hella sexual tension, no smut but almost smut?? Very sexually suggestive hehe, fluff with no plot basically, SO much fluff its gross

A/N: based off this prompt I found in a christmas prompt list 'Making out under the christmas tree because the lights reflecting in their eyes just looked too ethereal for them not to kiss them until they lost their breath' sorry I cant find the specific prompt list this came from. Jim and Reader are both 18+, and this is kinda canon rewrite?? Basically as if the ending in ttopv didnt happen and Jim actually lived.. and got a gf haha. ALSO loosely based on the song 'pretty please' by Dua Lipa. Enjoy 💖 read the tags for more thots

You felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you once you entered the apartment.

The minimalistic decorations that once adorned the small apartment you and Jim owned were now paired and even doubled with new, shiny, Christmas decor. The last thing you were expecting to come home too was christmas decorations, to be completely honest. You knew the decorations were new because prior moving in together- you two had nothing.. christmas decoration wise anyway.

Saying that Jims childhood and even high school years were rough was definetly a understatement; you were thankful you didnt have to see him in that state and that you met him after that time.

You only met his parents once; well his mom anyway and almost immeadietly you knew why it took him so long for him to introduce you to her.

She was a fucking nightmare.

She told you immeadietly about Jim's dark past, probably in a lazy attempt to scare you off. She told you about Jim's father, the drugs, and even the drug overdose that nearly killed him. That didn't scare you off - but what it did do was break the final fucking straw for Jim who happened to overhear everything she said.

He hadn't talked to his mom since.

Medina frequently came over, she was practically your best friend and stayed incredibly close with Jim. In fact, you were supposed to see her in roughly a hour... along with a handful of other Jim and yours close friends.

With Christmas being so soon you and Jim decided to have a spontaneous christmas party. The idea was to decorate together but.. apparently Jim had other plans.

There was a wreath on the front door for one, and multi colored lights and Garland that were kept nearly on every surface of the house. Smaller christmas related knickknacks were placed too on the dining and coffee tables. It looked beautiful. You couldnt believe Jim would do this all for you, you meant to help but work unfortunately ran short so you had to cover a coworkers shift.

The entire living room was kept pretty dark and dim, only candles and the soft lighting from the christmas tree lights allowed you to see at all- but it was still enough. It was romantic if anything.

Jim didnt say anything as he came out to the living room to greet you. He stayed silent, watching you and your reaction as you spun around - trying to admire the apartment from every angle possible.

As you continued to keep walking in the apartment and admiring Jim's work, you couldn't help but dumbly giggle.

"Jim; dont get me wrong, I love the apartment but why didnt you just wait for me"? You marveled.

He smiled shyly, a light blush coating his cheeks.

"I wanted to spend as much time with you that I could when you got back before people started to show up for the party". He admitted, sounding slightly bashful and shy as he spoke.

He approached you, and you couldnt help but to feel butterflies at the closer he got. You dont know why you were suddenly starting to feel nervous at doing a act so simple; like kissing your boyfriend. Perhaps it was because normally when you two kissed or showed affection it was done so quickly and without second thought; it wasnt 'special'. You weren't blaming Jim for that either, you knew that was typical in long term relationships. However - tonight he was actually taking the time to be with you. It was beyond romantic.

He looked delicious. His hair wasnt messy but it wasnt kept up enough to look like he brushed it recently, yet it still managed to look so soft. You were yearning to run your fingers through it.

Once you were within arms reach, he quickly enveloped you in a hug. Forcing you to inhale his scent while you quickly buried your nose in his jacket, trying to take him all in.

He smelt like a hint of weed, but mostly like the ocean. You suspected he must've went surfing a while ago.

Even though the apartment was decorated for christmas and it was currently Winter; the air was still warm, maybe even a little muggy. The sun had finally decided to set, just sinking below the far off treeline - making the sky in a state of in between. Not dark but not quite light out either.

In the part of California you and Jim lived in, it only dropped about 10 degrees in the winter. You wore a warm cardigan since you came just home from outside; along with a pair of jeans and cozy boots that seemed to be your go to outfit in the winter.

Jim on the other hand wore a tight fitted dark navy shirt under his typical Jean jacket which you gently clutched onto.

"I missed you. I hate when you have to work during the holidays". You heard him softly grumble, which made you giggle.

You slowly moved, you backed your head up just enough so that your faces were now right next to each other. You bumped noses - you considered kissing him for a split second but you chose not too. Instead ghosting your lips over his; and gently resting your forehead together.

"Why? It's not like today is a holiday or anything". You asked, a playful tone apparent in your voice.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Jim's lips inch closer, you could nearly taste his breath. Minty mostly, and warm on your lips.

You suddenly were itching to kiss him, unconsciously moving forward to ease the growing tension between the two of you. You jumped a bit when you felt a hand start to rub your back, quickly relaxing when you realized it was just Jim being handsy. You heard Jim's voice, even though you were incredibly close to him, it was so soft you could still barely hear it. A quiet, sultry whisper.

"It doesnt matter if it's a holiday or not". Jim started, he backed up a bit.

Just enough to make eye contact with you, now gently cradeling your face in his hands.

"This is the first Christmas season I've had where I'm not in between my parents trying to break up a fight. I'm so thankful I get to spend it with you, I just wish I had met you sooner". Jim said, with a shy blush starting to dust his tan cheeks again.

By the time he finished talking you were beaming. Pure happiness and joy was coursing through your veins as you stepped forward and fully enveloped yourself in him, your hands grasped his shoulders to steady yourself while your lips feverishly and slowly met his.

Jim's hands quickly adjusted, moving from your face down to your waist. His fingers gripped your skin tightly; the slight pain made you moan. It didnt really hurt persay but you knew your skin would be purple and sore tommorow. However, in this moment you didnt really care about how your skin would look - you just wanted him.

Jim kissed you menacingly slow; his lips working against yours so slowly in a deliberate attempt to make you frustrated and it was working. Your fingers flexed into his shoulders as you let out a throaty moan. You broke the kiss and let out a hiss,

"Stop fucking teasing". You spoke, titling your head slightly and arching your neck out - trying to hint to Jim that you wanted him to start kissing down your neck.

However; that's not what he fucking did.

Instead of feeling Jim's soft warm lips on your neck, you felt his wet tongue lick a fast stripe down your neck - most likely tracing a vein. You yelped and jumped, only realizing after how stupid you probably looked for getting startled. Jim was laughing too, fucker.

"What the fuck, Jim"?! You asked, laughter mixing in with your voice.

Jim giggled before quickly leaning in and stealing another slow kiss from you before mumbling against your lips;

"As much as I would love to sit here and make out with you all day.. we have business to attend too".

He pulled back suddenly, his lips up turning in a smile as if he knew what exactly he was doing.

"Business"? You mused.

"Yes. We have company coming over in 30 minutes, love" Jim reminded you.

You rolled your eyes, completely unamused.

"Do they have to come"? You whined.

"Yes. They do. Now c'mon make yourself useful". Jim said.

He turned around, grabbing a box that sat idly in the living room which you didnt notice previously. Opening it, he pulled out a ornament. You dumbly smiled, knowing exactly what this meant. He approached you, ornament in hand with a corny smile on his face.

"I decorated everything but the tree. I wanted to save something for us to decorate together". Jim stated.

"Your such a sap". You said fully laughing.

You grabbed one of the ornaments out of the box and walking up to the tree. You felt dumb for not noticing how bare the tree was before. No ornaments, no lights, no tinsel.. nothing. Well, nothing execpt for the one shiny ornament that you had just hung on one of the branches right center in the tree.

The one ornament on the tree quickly doubled, and then tripled until the tree was fully adorned with ornaments. You and Jim (mostly Jim) hung a string of lights around the tree. Making the already ambience scene in your living room even more cozy and romantic.

"This was a good idea, babe". You said, quickly kissing him.

You quickly checked the time, there was still 20 minutes before anyone was supposed to show up.. An idea popped up in your mind.

A wonderful, awful idea.

You were already standing comfortably close to Jim; you turned casually around and place your hand square on his chest.

"Its too bad we finished decorating so early, hmm"? You purred.

You didnt dare take a step forward; you knew Jim would make the next move and sure enough he did. He took steps closer to you.

You cheeks were slightly rosy, with the slight embarrassment you felt from suddenly taking the reigns and being in control. Needless to say this wasnt something you were really used too.

"We still have the tinsel to put up, you know". Jim chuckled lightly.

You looked down for a split second and looked back up into his circealean blue eyes, batting your eyes at him.

"Or.. you know, theres something else I can think of we can do that's less boring". You said.

You let your hand slip and travel from his chest up to his shoulder, feeling the muscle that lie underneath your hands as you took your other free hand up to his other shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard Jim groan.

It's not like you two have never been intimate before; that was far from the issue. Even though you knew Jim for fucking ever and you two have had sex countless of times - he still managed to give you butterflies.

That's how you knew he was the one for you. Even after all this time he still seemed to make you nervous and blush.

"Is that what you think"? You heard Jim say. His voice lowered in a husky manner.

You felt his arms quickly grab you as he gently pushed you onto the ground. He pinned you on your back; his hands on your shoulders as he softly panted above you. His face hovered right above yours - and his legs on your thighs. Not that you were complaining but you certainly couldnt leave or escape even if you desired too.

You merely giggled beneath him at this realization, not really wanting to switch from this position at all.

It sounded incredibly corny but you honestly wouldnt be surprised if you had took a brief visit to heaven. You felt pure, unfiltered ecstasy as you looked into Jims eyes.

The aroma from the pine tree that was directly above you and Jim filled your senses; the smell along with the candles set the atmosphere perfectly. Ornaments hung directly above you two, the rainbow lights from the tree reflecting in Jim's light blue eyes.

Because of the nature of how light Jim's eyes were, typically seeing reflections of other objects or anything really in them was close to impossible... but, maybe it was the already dark lighting in the room or a bit of christmas magic that made seeing the lights in Jim's eyes possible.

It made the already beautiful man look nothing but ethereal. You were left speechless as you could do nothing but stare, and get lost in his eyes.

You couldnt help but feel how lucky you were to even be in this situation, how lucky you were to be loved by him.

You could do nothing execpt for smile cheesily and blush at your new realization. Instead of craning your neck awkwardly to reach his lips, you chose to be smart and innovative instead, by taking one of your hands and pushing his head into yours - gently of course.

His lips met yours and you nearly moaned from the anticipation. You kissed him slowly, relishing in the feeling of being on the floor with non other than Jim Mason. You knew for a fact you would never do this with anyone else, nor did you even want to spend the time thinking about doing so.

His lips were warm and soft - not chapped in the slightest. They danced perfectly with yours; making separating for air almost a painful and undesired act.

When you separated, Jim still didnt let up off of you. He remained on top, breathless. His lips were swollen and pink, and were his cheeks. His eyes still looked beautiful, but even more so now that his pupils were dilated.

You heard him let out a soft, shallow growl. Bending down swiftly, almost animalistically, to the side of your mouth to give you a quick kiss. His lips ghosted and drifted down over your jaw; until you felt them meet your neck in gentle soft kisses.

Your mouth fell open, your fingers gripping the soft tree skirt below you that was riddled with tree nettles.

"Jim, wait". You spoke, barely even able to get the words out of your mouth without moaning.

You saw his head immeadietly snap up, those gorgeous blue eyes meeting yours again.

"Arent we having company over in like.. 10 minuets"? You asked, laughing.

You noticed Jim let out a brief chuckle as well before replying.

"Ugh, your right but if only I could bring myself to get off of you, baby". He spoke, gently attacking your neck in slightly more aggressive kisses than what you were typically used too. Although, you certainly weren't complaining.

You felt Jim slightly push his hips into yours, you automatically opened your legs - wrapping them around his waist and lower half. He gently started to grind into you; and there was no point in even trying to bite down or mask your moans at this point. All you felt was pure, unfiltered love for the man who was on top of you.

"I love you, Jim".

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spidernerdsblog · 4 years

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I Forgot That You Existed : Chapter Eight

A/N: Chapter eight is here. A little longer than other chapters got carried away. Things are finally starting to fall back in their places will Y/N finally let her guard down.Hope you like this chapter. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary : It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.

Warnings : none

Mini Playlist : You belong with me and Style by Taylor Swift, Levitating by Dua Lipa

People gathered around you all after hearing the commotion.Tom picked you up in princess style and carried you to the car. He gently placed you on the seat then took out the water bottle and sprinkled some water on your face. You regained your consciousness, fluttering your eyes open. Immediately you grasped on to him..

“Tom!! That Steve!” you panicked

He embraced you in his arms, chin resting above your head whilst brushing his hand through your hair in a comforting manner. Your face was buried into his chest. The warmth radiating from his body made you feel safe.

“I know baby, it's okay now don't worry I’m here. He'll never come near you again. Let's get you home okay.”He cooed in a soothing manner.

You were trembling as you looked up to him tears shimmering in your eyes. He brought his hands to cup your face wiping your tears with his thumbs as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He fastened the seat belt around you and swiftly went and sat on the driver's seat and started the car. Throughout the drive he was checking upon you constantly. He figured out that you were traumatized.

“Y/N just close your eyes and don't think of anything else. I’m here darling. Here, hold my hand.” you complied to him closing your eyes you squeezed his hand. Tom knew very well that when you were stressed you needed someone for reassurance.

Reaching home Tom helped you out of the car. His hands across your body you leaned yourself on him. He slowly took you inside.

A wave of shock ran through everyone's faces after seeing you in such a pathetic condition. Zendaya ran towards you.

“Y/N!? Oh my god! What happened to her?” concern in her voice as she took you from Tom’s arms.

“Long story.” Tom sighed

“For now get her some rest. Also she fainted a while ago.”

“What!?” everyone exclaimed in unison

“I knew this would happen, she hadn’t eaten anything since morning,” Chloe said, shaking her head.

Needless to say the whole trauma of the incident and your intermittent starving took a toll on you. You were down with fever. Zendaya nursed you through the night. Though Tom had earlier insisted on taking turns but everyone told him not to due the ongoing tension between him,you and El.

Everybody had trouble sleeping that night as they were worried about you. Next morning everyone was gathered in the living room.

“Man I would have chopped off his hands. How dare he even think of her like that? Harrison said angrily

“What do you think mate, I didn't think of doing that? I felt like choking the life out of his body”

“It's all my fault. She wasn't even willing to come. I was the one who forced her to come this time.” Harrison lamented.

"Don't blame yourself man. This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't made a scene that night." Tom shook his head.

"But Y/N has to still do the concert right? What if he appears there?" Harry pointed out.

"We need to talk to Alex right away." Harrison said.

"Yeah, good point, let me talk to Alex about it." Tom sprinted off the couch to go to your room as he saw Zendaya walking down the stairs yawning.

"Hey how's she?"

"Yeah she is fine now. Temperature is also normal but she's still asleep due to the medication."

"Good for her only she needs it."

Tom went to your room. His eyes went to your sleeping figure, he wondered how angelic you look sleeping peacefully. He pulled up the blanket a little bit over you. And placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Your phone was lying on the nightstand. He took your phone and unlocked it. He smiled at the fact that you haven't changed your pass code. He searched through your contact list and dialled Alex's number.

"Hey Y/N finally got the time to remember me huh! How are you dear?

" Umm.. Hi Alex it's Tom"

"Oh hi Tom is everything alright ? Oh my god did anything happen to Y/N?" Alex panicked.

"Oh no relax she's fine… sort of. A certain kind of problem has arised here actually." Tom explained to him everything about what had happened.

"Oh that swine. Thanks Tom for letting me know. I'll see to it that the moron gets fired and will arrange for a new one."

"See to it that it's a lady this time. Really don't want any more men around her."

"Yeah sure."

"Umm Alex I heard that you actually managed all this stuff for her."

"Yeah I never let her directly associate with anyone and it now seems that was a mistake from my side."

“Uhh can I.. you know be her assistant for this event and look into the matter.” Tom said hesitantly.

“That will be great Tom. I will be so relieved but only if you are okay with that.”

“I'm more than okay.” Tom said cheerfully.

“But I don't think she will agree to it. I know her very well. Tell her I appointed you then she'll not protest.”

“Okay thanks Alex.”

“I should be thanking you Tom for looking after her even after the past you both share.”

"Don't worry Alex I'll never leave her alone. It was nice talking to you mate"

"Same here man."

"I better go check up on her."

"Yeah sure" Tom ended the call.

Tom was about to enter your room, he saw that you were up.

"Whoa where do you think you are going? You are not putting your feet down from the bed today." Tom said with a serious tone.

“I need to use the toilet dimwit. Or you want me to wet the bed?”

“Oh that will be odd.”

“Let me help you” he gave you his hand.

“I'm fine, I can walk.”

By the time you were inside the bathroom. Tom quickly went downstairs to the kitchen to bring your breakfast. He had requested Sam especially to make your favorite soup. Tom was busy arranging everything on a tray as Sam spoke.

“Is El okay with all of this that you are doing?”

“I’m way past what others think about the relationship I and Y/N share, Sam. El has to understand that before we were a couple Y/N and I were best friends and that relationship will never change. Though lately I have been failing in my best friend duties too.”

“But are you doing this for Y/N as her childhood best friend or are your boyfriend instincts coming back?”

“No mate Y/N and I have been through it. We aren't getting back together at least she doesn't want to.”

“What about you bro?”

“I don't know. For now I only know she needs me and I'll be there for her."

You stepped out of the bathroom feeling fresh. You walked to the dressing table to brush your hair. Tom walked in your room and placed the food tray on the bedside table.

“C'mon sit down.” You turned around.

“What's this?”

“Your breakfast. Sam made your favorite soup. Now come over here.” He patted on the mattress

“You seriously don't need to do this for me.”

“You talk a lot just do as I say and come here and sit down.” You went and sat on the bed folding your legs resting your back against the headboard. Tom sat on the bed facing you. He took a spoonful of the soup and blew the hot air to cool it down for you.

“Okay now open your mouth.”

“I'm not a baby Tom. I can eat by myself.”

“Yeah that is why you starved yourself. Seriously Y/N I didn't expect this from you. Since when did you become so irresponsible about your health? I was so worried…I mean we all were so worried about you.”

“I was at a loss of appetite and didn't feel like eating.” You sheepishly looked at him.

“Okay enough talking now, finish this.” Tom fed you. After you finished eating he wiped your mouth with a napkin.

“By the way thanks for this and yesterday.”

“Hey I'm your friendly neighborhood spiderman it's my job to protect people.” He chuckled. You smiled, shaking your head. Suddenly your face dropped as you remembered last night's events. Tom noticed that.

“Hey it's alright Y/N.” He said holding your hand and rubbing his thumb reassuringly.

"You were so right Tom, that guy was a monster. How could I be so blind?" you repented.

"Just forget about that moron thinking as if it was a nightmare which is now over."

"By the way I have good news for you. I'm your temporary assistant for this whole event.”

“No you're not.” you said in disbelief.

“You don't get to decide because Alex has already appointed me and now everything will go through me.”

“What!? You called Alex? I'm so dead right now.” You shook your head holding it with your hand.

“He has strictly said not to allow you to interact with anyone I'm in charge of everything for the next three days.”

“Okay but do I need to pay you? I don't mind but I didn't appoint you, you volunteered so it should be free.” Tom laughed. Just then Paddy knocked at the door. You both looked at him. Tom walked to him and took the thing Paddy brought with him in his hand.

“Thank you Pads I'll take it from here.”

“What is that?”

“A glass of warm milk for you.”

“And what do you expect from me? To drink it? That's not happening.” You crossed your arms shaking your head in disapproval.

“Y/N you have to drink this. You are still weak.”

“Tom you know very well I am nauseous to it's smell.” you whined

“See I haven't told your parents about your fainting episode so if you don't want them to know, finish this.”

“Are you blackmailing me?” you raised an eyebrow placing your hands on your hips.

“I might if you don't listen.” he shrugged.

“Uggh!! okay fine!” You took the glass from his hand and pinched your nose so that you don't inhale the smell. You drank the milk.

“C'mon. Yeah almost there.” Tom encouraged you.

"Good girl." You gagged after you finished it. He took the glass from your hand. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Okay as you're taking a rest today let me chalk out everything for your event. So what songs are you planning to perform?”

“Everything is noted down on my iPad, wait let me bring it.”

“What did I say you are not setting your feet down today. I'll take it myself, where is it?” You rolled your eyes.

“It's in that brown duffel bag.” He went and unzipped the bag. Something of yours caught his eyes as a slight blush crept on his face.

You suddenly remembered in that bag you had packed some of your finest lacy lingerie just in case you know, but now it was too late. You flustered noticing his facial expressions.

"What are you ogling at you perv? They are just clothes only okay. And as if you have never seen those before" Tom was startled as he turned around.

"What!? I didn't say anything.” He chuckled. “And these I'm seeing for the first time, when did you buy these? They are really pretty by the way" he gave a cheeky grin. You gawked at his audacity narrowing your eyes.

"Okay sorry I shouldn't have said that" he laughed.

He extended you the tablet, you snatched it from him and opened the files and handed it back to him. After taking a look he said.

"Okay the other songs are fine but I don't agree with the starting song."

"Why?"

"It's kind of dark and I think you should start with something cheerful."

"Tom that song got record views on YouTube in 24 hours and to be speaking of dark the whole album is dark. And Steve also said it would be.." you stopped as Tom gave you a questioning look.

"Yeah right no more talking or thinking about that moron but I need to sing at least one from the album." You whined.

"Yeah choose any other song from the album and sing it in between not in the beginning."

"Then what do you want me to sing?"

"I have the best song in my mind." He took out his phone and played a song.

You belong with me playing

"Oh no no no I'm not doing that." you nodded your head sideways vigorously in disapproval.

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset

She's goin' off about somethin' that you said

'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night

I'm listenin' to the kind of music she doesn't like

And she'll never know your story like I do

Song continues to play in the background……

"Oh c'mon. You used to love singing this when I was in a relationship with the girl you hated the most in high school."

"Huh! That gothic troglodyte." You scoffed.

"What was her name again?" Your forehead puckered pretended to think hard.

"Sofia"

“Yeah right Sofia. How dare she come to me and say to stay away from you. I was this close to hitting her in the face.” Tom shook his head laughing.

“I was like excuse me bitch don't get so flattered with the new boyfriend you are showing off to the world because if I go and tell him to leave you he will oblige to me without a question and throw you out of his life."

"You seriously had that much trust in me." Tom’s eyes widened.

"I trusted you more than me, dummy."

“You seriously couldn't ask out any other girl in the whole school? How desperate were you?" you frowned, rolling your eyes.

“C'mon I wasn't a stud that time as you see me now."

“You could have asked me out." You pouted.

“You were my junior Y/N how could you come to my senior prom."

“I still remember how you used to roam around her like a puppy.” you giggled.

“No I didn't.” he retorted.

“Yes you did but when she dumped you for that red head I was the happiest person on this planet not gonna lie.” you snorted.

“Ouch”

“She was a good riddance though.” You chuckled.

“That's why you were upset and wrote this song back then?” He arched his brows.

“Nooo why would I be upset with that flour bag. It was you for who I was upset for. I had this huge crush on you but you never noticed it. I felt insecure. She made me think that maybe I'm not good enough for you. Maybe I'm not that pretty.” you rambled.

“Hey hey listen to me.” He cupped your face.

“you're the prettiest, most talented and kind hearted girl I have ever met. We actually don't deserve you. You are perfect and that is why even after I had feelings for you since like forever I didn't have the guts to ask you out. Never underestimate yourself, you only deserve the best.”

El had come to call Tom but she stopped at the doorway as she listened to your conversation.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?

Been here all along, so why can't you see

You belong with me

Standin' by and waitin' at your back door

All this time, how could you not know, baby

You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe

You belong with me

You gazed into his soft brown eyes. You wanted to tell him that you have already lost the best thing you had, that is him. You both stared into each other a little longer, you cleared your throat to ease the tension as Tom retracted his hands from your face.

“Uhh okay I think you should lie down now let me go check what others are doing.”

“Yeah." Tom left taking the food tray.

………………………………….

After lunch you were still lying on bed utterly bored Zendaya was beside you reading a book.

“Am I on my deathbed?''

“What makes you think that?" Zendaya chuckled.

“Then why am I not allowed to go out?"

“You are sick and anyways the boys are decorating the house for Harrison's birthday so we don’t have anything to do."

“Wait what!!? Oh my god I totally forgot today is Harrison's birthday." You slapped your forehead.

"They are decorating and didn't bother to call me. Wait till I kick their asses." You got up from the bed and ran downstairs.

“What are you guys doing?" you said, crossing your hands, frowning.

“Can't you see we are decorating." Harry said.

“Yeah that I can totally see but is Haz turning 5 today? What's with this annoyingly stupid decoration?" you said with a sarcastic tone.

“And the sassy queen is back.'' Harry quipped.

“Seriously guys I have been away from you all like what six years and you guys have lost all your class. I didn't expect your standards to go this low. But that's fine I'm here now I'll get you back in shape."

“Y/N we can't redo the decorations again we are tired already." Sam whined.

“And why are you even out of your bed? Tom counter questioned you holding some streamers in his hands.

“C'mon guys my man is turning 30. I want it to be special. Pleaase." You pouted.

“Okay as you say Y/N." The boys agreed.

"Yayy!! Love you guys" You clapped your hands excitedly.

“Okay let's discuss and make a list of things we require quickly.

“First of all the theme color of the party will be black and gold so I need metallic balloons in black and gold. Sam I need you to cook the finest dishes you have got to offer. Tuwaine you handle the booze Jacob will help you with that. Oh and for the cake I need a rum cake."

“What are you gonna do?" Harry asked.

“What? I'm already doing the work of supervising you guys isn’t that enough?. Moreover, I'm sick too, you know."

“Always know your way with us."

“Okay enough talking get your asses back to work we don't have much time. And take these ridiculous decorations out of my sight." Everyone got back to redecorating the house as per your directions.

“Okay guys everything ready? Ed texted me they are almost at the front door."

"Everything is as you wanted Y/N stop stressing so much" Tuwaine reassured.

"Okay then get into your positions."

Ed came back with Harrison. The lights were out as you all positioned yourselves. As soon as the door opened you all jumped out of your places. The lights turned on.

“Surprise!!!!!!"

“Happy Birthday!!! Harrison!!!" Everyone shouted in unison.

“Whoa!!" Harrison was overwhelmed with joy as he gasped, putting his hand on his chest.

“Now this looks like a dope decoration. Which you divs ofcourse can't pull it off unless it was my best girl…" he was cut short as you walked in singing with the birthday cake in your hand.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Harrison

Happy birthday to you

Tom was behind you; he had two crackers lighted in his hands.

“Aww thank you guys I'm feeling so emotional right now." You placed the cake on the table.

“C'mon you div cut the cake."

Harrison blew out the candles and cut the cake. He took a piece and fed you first.

“Congratulations now you are officially an old man." You teased. He then fed to Tom.

“Happy birthday bro." Tom hugged him.Everybody helped themselves with the cake and food.

“Okay let's light up the party will ya?"

You played the music.

Levitating starts playing

(If you wanna run away with me, I know a galaxy

And I could take you for a ride

I had a premonition that we fell into a rhythm

Where the music don't stop for life

Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eye

Shining just the way I like

If you feeling like you need a little bit of company

You met me at the perfect time)

“C'mon singleton I'm your date for tonight.” you pulled Harrison by his hands to the centre of the room.

(You want me, I want you, baby

My sugar boo, I'm levitating

The milky way, we're renegading

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You pulled him closer to you and placed his hands on your hips. Your hands went on to his shoulders as you both swayed to the music.

(I got you, moonlight

You're my starlight

I need you all night

Come on, dance with me

I'm levitating

You, moonlight

You're my starlight

I need you all night

Come on, dance with me

I'm levitating)

Others joined you shortly. You interlock your hands around his neck as you sway back and forth.

“Sorry for almost ruining your birthday” you pouted.

“Hey this is the best birthday I have ever had” he raised his hands to your shoulders, interlocking them around your neck. “Especially when my best friend has planned everything” He lightly bumped his forehead on yours.

(I believe that you're for me, I feel it in our energy

I see us written in the stars

We can go wherever, so let's do it now or never

Baby, nothing's ever ever too far

Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes

Shining just the way we are

I feel like we're forever every time we get together

But whatever, let's get lost on Mars)

Harrison twirled you around as you both laughed. You left his hand and waltzed your way to the tables where the drinks were kept. You saw El standing in the corner you thought of going to her but then let go of the thought.

(You can fly away with me tonight

You can fly away with me tonight

Baby, let me take you for a ride

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm levitating (woo)

You can fly away with me tonight

Baby let me take you for a ride

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You saw Tom approach El as they happily danced together. You smiled.

(My love is like a rocket, watch it blast-off

And I'm feeling so electric, dance my ass off

And even if I wanted to, I can't stop

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You, Zendaya and Chloe got up on the large wooden centre table of the living room and started dancing.

“If you girls fall off the table and break your bones we are not taking your responsibility” Ed warned.

(My love is like a rocket, watch it blast-off

And I'm feeling so electric, dance my ass off

And even if I wanted to, I can't stop

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

“Don’t worry babe our bones are very strong and bendy” Chloe snickered. As you all bursted out laughing.

(You want me, I want you, baby

My sugar boo, I'm levitating

The milky way, we're renegading

I got you, moonlight

You're my starlight

I need you all night

Come on dance with me

I'm levitating (woo)

You all jumped off the table as you were about to turn you bumped into Tom, your palms lay flat on his chest, his hands went around your waist. You locked eyes with each other for a moment, soon you retracted. Harrison came and placed his hands on both of your backs as you danced together.

(You can fly away with me tonight

You can fly away with me tonight

Baby, let me take you for a ride

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm levitating (woo)

Song continues………...

The night was full of hearty laughters, drinks, good music and lots of dancing.

After the wild night you guys had. You were sleeping like a log next morning. Zendaya tried to wake you up but you didn't budge so she gave up. Tom checked the time,he knew you were going to be late if he didn’t wake you up.

“Y/N wake up" Tom nudged your shoulder pulling away the covers.

"Mmmhmm go away Tom let me sleep" you waved your hand to shoo him away.

"You can sleep as much as you want after the concert. C'mon love wake up."

“No!" You pulled over the covers on your face.

Tom thought he had no other option than doing what he was going to do. He put his hands inside the covers and started tickling you.

“Okay sleepyhead now get up."

“Tom! Stop it! No!" You started giggling as you rolled on your side. Tom continued to tickle you and got up on the bed. He was laughing too. You threw your arms and legs to tackle him away. He caught one of your hands and got up to straddle you around your hips.

“You can't win, I have super strength, remember?"

“Oh fuck off you div." You threw your legs once more as Tom lost balance and fell on your side you quickly got up to straddle him.

“I win." You pinned his hands down and flashed a cheeky grin.

“Not so easily darling." He easily freed his hands from your grip and again started tickling you. You struggled to hold on to his hands as he rolled you over on your back and trapped you under his weight. Your chests pressed against each other, legs tangled, his head buried in the crook of your neck, hands sprawled on the bed. Your palms lay flat on his back holding onto him both of you laughing uncontrollably. You slowly regained your composure, you were breathless due to the laughter riot you had as you whispered softly.

“Tom.."

“Hmm?.." Tom hummed his chest moving up and down heaving.

“Tom.. I think you should get up before anyone comes in and gets the wrong idea." Tom suddenly became aware of the questionable position he was lying upon you.

"Oh yeah." He hurriedly got up.

You sat up fixing your t-shirt. Both of you were blushing as you looked awkwardly at opposite corners of the room avoiding each other's gaze.

“Uh.. I'm sorry." Tom stuttered. You glance up as your eyes meet.

“It's okay. I.. I better get dressed." You tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah me too." He got off the bed and walked out of your room. He turned to look at you one last time, you smiled at him.

After reaching the stage ground. Tom was skillfully doing his job handling each and everything not allowing you to even talk to anyone other than your musical troupe.

“You just focus on your practise session. I'll handle everything." He said.

You discussed with the group and started practicing. After a while you all took a break for half an hour though it was Tom who insisted citing your health. You came back with Tom to the music room to sit for a while. Tom admired the various instruments kept in the room; he took an electric guitar in his hand and strummed a few chords.

“It's not your field of expertise Spiderman." You sneered.

“Are you challenging me?"

“I'm stating facts. You shrugged.

“Try me."

“Really? Okay let's see my next song is Style, think you could play it?” Tom instantly started playing the starting tune of the song on the guitar. You were amazed that he knew the tune so well.

Midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh,

It's been a while since I have even heard from you

(Heard from you)

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads but I

Watch it go round and round each time

You took a deep breath closing your eyes and started singing. Your hands went and gripped on to the mike.Tom looked at you in awe. He took his time in admiring the strong and confident woman you have grown into.

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You pulled out the mic from the stand raising your voice to a higher octave you sensually strolled in the front brushing your hand below your eye. Going by the lyrics you placed your index finger on your lips giving a subtle wink.

You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You carded your hair and strolled sideways trailing your hand from your thighs to your hip. You practised your little dance moves.

So it goes, he can't keep his wild eyes on the road

Takes me home, lights are off he's taking off his coat (Hm yeah)

I say "I've heard that you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl.

You waltzed towards Tom singing with a smirk on your face. You danced your eyebrows playfully. His eyes fixed on you as he played.

He says "What you've heard is true but I

Can't stop thinking about you" and I

I said "I've been there too a few times"

You sang scrunching your nose, nodding your head and winked with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

'Cause you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Your eyes were now focused on him. As you gazed intently into each other's eyes. You felt a sudden heat rising in your body.

You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt (A tight little skirt)

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Never batting an eyelash you stared at each other. The microphone and the guitar was the only barrier keeping you both apart. You were brought out of your daze when you heard others coming in.

“Well played.” You said.

“All thanks to you. You taught me back then remember?”

The day went pretty well for you. This was the first time in all the days you have spent here where there is no tension brewing between you two.

………………

Next day you were excited to go again for your rehearsal and the sole reason was Tom but it didn't happen.

“You go ahead today, I'll join you later.I have got some calls to make for tomorrow."

“Okay." You left alone in a cab.

After finalizing everything for tomorrow Tom was about to leave to go to you when El stopped him.

“Tom we need to talk."

“Umm El I know after everything happened you despise the fact of me and Y/N interacting with each other. But she's my best friend and you have to make peace with that."

“No Tom I'm totally fine and happy that finally you two have decided to sort out everything between yourselves."

“Then what is the matter El?" he said with concerned eyes.

"Tom I can't live this life of uncertainty anymore. This ongoing tension between three of us is too much for me to handle.

You have to choose Tom either it's me or Y/N. You can't ride two boats at the same time."

"El!?"

“Yes Tom you have to choose. Either you let go of her or let go of me."

“I can't El I seriously can't."

“You love her right?" Tom fell silent. How can he tell his fiancee that he loves someone else.

“Then what is the problem Tom? Why are you giving up on her so easily?"

“What about you El? I don't wanna hurt you in this process"

“You know I love you and after meeting Y/N I learnt what true love is. When you truly love someone there are no expectations, no forced emotions you learn to let go for the sake of their happiness that's what she has been doing all these years and continues to do still now. She loves you Tom even though she's in a state of denial."

"And even if we get married what's the use of pretending to be in love with someone when we aren't? El took off her engagement ring and handed it to Tom.

"Here take this. It doesn't belong to me anymore"

"I'm sorry El you don't deserve this."

"It's okay Tom. Maybe in the near future when I look back at this I'll just laugh it off as how kiddish this whole thing was." Tom's eyes were wet as he gave a tight lipped smile.

“Just don't screw up this time or I'll kick your ass off if you make my sacrifice go into waste." She chuckled.

“Go get her tiger.And don't forget to invite me to your wedding."

“I love you El. Thank you so much" he hugged her.

“Love you too Tom" El kissed him on his cheek.

"Where are you going by the way from here?"

“I'm gonna go MIA for a while. The media attention that is going to come after this news breaks out will be huge and I'm not ready to handle that,so you take the heat while I lay low and enjoy." She winked.

Everyone was surprised to see El all dressed up coming down the stairs Tom behind her with some luggage.

"Hey guys it was fun staying over here, I wish I could stay a little longer but gotta flight to catch" Eleanor went and hugged each one of them.

"Wish Y/N was here" she sighed

"okay guys goodbye" Eleanor waved and went out of the house. Everyone was puzzled.

“Hey Tom what's with El? Where's she going?"

“She's leaving Haz."

“Why!?"

“We are calling it quits for good Haz."

"I'm going to see her off and will be back by afternoon" Tom left with El.

You eagerly waited for Tom the whole time but when he didn't show up you were really upset. You booked a cab while returning home.

“I have really got an awesome assistant. Like what kind of person he is, he didn't show up for today's session and didn't even bother to call and tomorrow is my event. Where is that twat!?" You grumbled as you entered the house. Not getting any response from anyone you looked around to find a gloomy environment in the house.

“Guys?? Everything alright?"

“Eleanor left." Harrison informed.

“What do you mean by Eleanor left?

“Tom and El have called it quits, the wedding is officially canceled." Harry said.

“What! Why? Oh god this is all because of me." you face palmed, you felt terrible.

“This can’t happen where is Tom? I need to talk to him.”

“He has gone to drop her at the airport”

You dragged yourself to your room, sitting on the bed you ran your hands through your hair frustrated. Suddenly your eyes went to the night stand. A letter, your name written on it. You opened it and read it out

“Dear Y/N

When you will get this letter I will be gone by that time. I wouldn't have been able to say this to you in person so I decided to write it down.First of all my hearty apologies for my behavior towards you that day it was rude but I was upset with my life suddenly turning upside down and battling my own demons hope you understand. Y/N I'm not going away because I feel defeated but I finally realize what true love is and you made me realize that thank you Y/N. Please don't blame yourself. I have consciously taken this decision. I know neither you nor Tom will ever try to hurt my feelings. That is why you both have suppressed your feelings for each other even if it caused extreme pain to both of you. I know eventually if we got married Tom would have been a loyal and dutiful husband I have no doubt in that. But I can't live with the guilt that I separated two soul mates. Yes Y/N you both are made for each. So I felt it's better I leave. I have seen the sparkle in Tom's eyes when he sees you, the way his face lightens up, how happy he is around you. You asked me to fill the void in Tom's life but there is no void left to fill Y/N because they are already filled up with the memories of you. Please Y/N take him back in your life and give him another chance, he totally deserves it. I have seen the pain he hides behind that smile. He is still madly in love with you and so are you with him. How much ever you deny I have seen that love in your eyes too. Life has given you another chance don't waste it. And please don't forget to invite me to your wedding. I will be eagerly waiting for the invitation.

Love

Eleanor.”

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UA Idol | Chapter Twenty

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 3,079

Warnings: Language, excessive amounts of nerves, Y/n’s song mentions a razor

A/N: Another one. This one was fun and now I’m excited because we are getting into live shows which means a LOT OF ACTION IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN LEMME TELL YOU. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one! I’m having fun with this series and I have a few ideas for some other ones, so if anyone would be interested in hearing about them just let me know and I’ll post little prefaces or something. Okay, I’ll shut up now, please enjoy! :)

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“Are you ready to kick some ass?!” Mina screams as the two of you are getting dressed for your final performances of Hell Week. You laugh a bit, shaking your head. “Yeah, I’m ready. I’m assuming you’re even more ready considering you just screamed that at six in the morning.”

“Oh, you know I’m ready. I’m so pumped, dude. So. Pumped.”

“I can tell.”

“And you need to calm down, (Y/n), I can tell you’re nervous.”

“I’m always nervous, Mina. Especially with this.”

“Yeah, well you’re gonna kill it and get through to live shows with absolutely no problem, so I don’t wanna hear it,” Mina winks at you as she applies her lipstick, and you grin. It’s nice knowing your best friend has more faith in you than you do. You freshen up, making yourself look presentable. You’re wearing the best outfit you brought here, and to say you look good is an understatement. “Someone looks hot,” Mina says as the two of you are about to leave. You laugh. “Speak for yourself,” you say, and she just stops in the middle of the hallway and starts twerking and doing tiktok dances. All because you said she looked hot and she’s extra as hell. You can only roll your eyes as you laugh, and surprisingly while she’s doing this, Uraraka runs over to you guys and joins in with her. “Oh my god y’all, let’s go,” you say through laughter, rushing over to the elevator and hitting the button.

Uraraka and Mina both follow after you the minute they hear the doors ding, opening up to reveal Midoriya and Todoroki. “Hey guys!” Uraraka says, hugging Midoriya. Todoroki and Midoriya both greet everyone and you all start talking about the performances. “I’m so nervous,” Midoriya says, and Todoroki tries to inconspicuously grab his hand to give him reassurance, but you all see it. None of you say anything though because it’s cute. “I am too, dude,” you say, and Mina hits both of you. Not like actually hits but a friend smack on the arm. “You two need to stop this, you’re going to do great!” “I agree with Mina, you’re both going to be just fine,” Todoroki says, and Midoriya starts grinning like a mad man. “But it’s okay to be nervous, just know that y’all are going to kill it and everything will be fine!” Uraraka says, giving you both a thumbs up. By the end of the elevator ride, you feel a little better with what’s about to happen. When you all walk out into the lobby where you run into Hitoshi and Denki. “Hey guys,” Mina says, running over to Denki and bumping him with her butt. She is… very energetic for getting up extremely early. Denki laughs and butt bumps her back. The two of them have the most chaotic energy you’ve ever seen in two people. It’s kind of impressive.

“Hey,” you say to Hitoshi and he grins. “Hey.”

Unbeknownst to you, he had been checking you OUT the minute you stepped off of that elevator. He knows you’re insanely attractive and he’s seen you look good countless of times but like… wow. Right now, you look insanely good, and he can’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking you up and down. Of course, Todoroki noticed this, and made a mental note to text in the group about what he just saw. But later. When you two weren’t around.

“Alright guys let’s head out!” Denki screams the minute that Kirishima, Bakugou, and Sero step out of the elevator and Momo and Jirou appear from the stairs. Now you all could walk to the theater, it truthfully wasn’t that far, but UA Idol provided the contestants with big ass vans just like they did for the first round of Hell Week. You pile in one with Mina, Denki, Hitoshi, Kirishima, and Bakugou yet again, but this time the conversation is a lot more familiar and Bakugou even partakes in it without calling someone a dumbass in every sentence.

The drive really was short, so you just stared out of the window the whole time. You were listening to what was happening and responding with laughs and things, but you weren’t necessarily talking. You were just going over the lyrics of your song in your head and trying not to psych yourself out. Hitoshi knows this, of course, and he gently hits you with his foot, causing you to look at him. “You okay?” he mouths, concern evident on his features. You nod, and he raises an eyebrow at you. You give him a small grin, trying to convince him that you were fine because you really were, you were just nervous. But he doesn’t buy it and decides that he’ll ask you about it when the two of you are alone. And Kirishima notices this exchange, but he also bookmarks it in his brain to talk about in the group chat later as well.

When your van pulls up to the theater, you all hop out and head inside. Everyone is gathering in the actual theater again, and you all head in. This time, you’re sitting with all of your new friends instead of just Hitoshi since you aren’t divided up into genres this time, but of course you were still right next to him. “Okay, seriously, what’s up?” you hear a whisper and look over to see Hitoshi highkey concerned about you. You smile a bit. Cute. “I’m just nervous Toshi, it’s okay,” you respond, and he frowns. “I wish I could help you out with that but like, same.”

“I knew you’d feel my pain. But don’t worry, you’re going to do great.”

“And you are too, kitten.”

He elbows you, causing you to smile. Now you didn’t feel 100% confident after this, but you did certainly feel a lot better. When all forty of the remaining contestants are gathered in the theater, everyone is informed on what is about to go down. The theater is where everyone will wait and watch the performances on a big screen, but since they’re in LA and it’s a really nice day, a separate performance stage was set up outside. Everyone will be doing another soundcheck before the performances, since they’re changing from indoors to outside, and they will start at two pm. It seems a little early, but the way they do this is they have everyone perform for a live audience which usually takes around three and a half hours. Then, they need to discuss who will go through and who won’t, which can take anywhere between an hour to two hours. Then, they proceed to invite everyone back onto the stage outside where the judges are going to be sitting to tell them if they’re going through to the live shows, or if they’re going home.

After that, you all get to work immediately. Everyone heads out to the outdoor stage, running through soundcheck again and adjusting to the new dynamics of outside. You would be lying if you said you weren’t also pumped as well as nervous. This was about to be so fun, but also extremely important for your future. Before you knew it, it was two, and there were so many people in the crowd. You all watched from inside the theater on a big screen on the stage, and you hear Sero mutter something in Spanish while Denki and Mina’s jaws drop. “That… is a lot of people,” Midoriya says, his nerves evident in the shake of his voice and look of fear in his eyes. “Yeah, but who cares? If they’re here to hear good music and watch a good fucking performance that’s what they’re gonna get. Don’t let a shit ton of strangers make you perform like shit, Deku,” Bakugou growls at Midoriya. He’d started calling him Deku ever since yesterday when he saw how clumsy the poor kid was. It’s not a very endearing nickname, but it’s certainly a degrading one. Midoriya doesn’t seem to mind though, and in retaliation started calling him Kaachan. Don’t ask why, no one really knows, but it makes Bakugou’s blood boil. “He kind of has a point, you know,” Uraraka says as the first contestants start going. “I mean, they’re here. For a good performance. So that’s what we’ll give them!”

You take a deep breath, trying to listen to Bakugou and Uraraka, but still internally freaking out a little bit. Everyone going so far had been really good, you have no idea how the judges can pick people to send to the next round and who to get rid of. You would never be able to do that. You watched as all of your friends, old and new, went, occasionally going to sing backup for them. For some unknown reason, basically all of you were the last one to go. Kirishima and Denki helped Bakugou sing the background vocals for his song, Sugar, We’re Goin Down by Fall Out Boy and then Kirishima and Bakugou in turn helped Denki with his rendition of No Control by One Direction. Meanwhile with Kirishima, he had quite a few people helping him out since he’s singing Locked out of Heaven by Bruno Mars, but all of them had amazing performances. Mina, of course, killed her performance of Positions by Ariana Grande as well as Uraraka with her performance of New Rules by Dua Lipa. Sero completely and totally caught everyone off guard singing a Caramelo by Ozuna, mainly because a lot of people didn’t realize he was Asian Latino and fluent in Spanish, Japanese, and English. Of course, you all knew because you hung out with him like all day yesterday and he threatened to beat Bakugou with a shoe completely in Spanish which was hilarious because Bakugou didn’t know what was going on, but a lot of people (excluding the judges since they saw him literally audition in Mexico) were surprised. Midoriya did a surprisingly good cover of Dance Monkey by the Tones and I and Todoroki really did a great job singing Willow by Taylor Swift. Mans has range. And now, Hitoshi was up. You gave him a thumbs up when he looked back at you at the piano, which was a decision you both made so you could since back-up and also play the piano, it made sense to do and was easier on the pianist in the band. He could learn one less song. Then he started strumming his ukulele and went off.

“I was scared of dentists and the dark. I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations, Oh, all my friends are turning green. You're the magician's assistant in their dream.

Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ahh-ah-ah And they come unstuck…

Lady, running down to the riptide, Taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left-hand man. I love you when you're singing that song, And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong.

There's this movie that I think you'll like. This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City. This cowboy's running from himself, And she's been living on the highest shelf.

Ah-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ahh-oh And they come unstuck…

Lady, running down to the riptide, Taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left-hand man. I love you when you're singing that song. And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong.

I just wanna, I just wanna know If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay.

I just gotta, I just gotta know I can't have it, I can't have it any other way.

I swear she's destined for the screen. Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen, oh

Oh lady, running down to the riptide, Taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left-hand man. I love you when you're singing that song, And I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong.

Yeah, I got a lump in my throat 'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong.”

The crowd was very interactive with him, singing along and afterwards, they were going crazy because they genuinely enjoyed his performance. He looked at you with a very happy expression that made your heart skip a beat. You smiled back at him, and he motioned for you to take the microphone while he took his place at the keyboard to help sing back-up for you. The judges also seemed to be enjoying themselves through Hitoshi’s song. You were still nervous, but you took a deep breath and started your song anyways.

“Ooh, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I know we don't need anyone, anyone. Here in the dark, I feel my heart. And we react like chemicals, chemicals Here in the darkness, I feel my heart beat.

Oh, when we lock eyes, Come with me don't kill the vibe. Look around, no one's in sight Hold me down if I get too wild, I swear. You and I could just disappear. We can run away from here. To the darkest places, Too late, no one can save us now.

When you spill your guts they don't go back in. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) If I say too much it's my consequence. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) So take your razor love and run it down my skin. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) If I bleed too much it's my consequence. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, your fingers locked in my hair, Our clothes all over the chair, We're all alone And I'm dancin' in my underwear. You laugh and I blush, and it hurts so much. You melt and I die, The world is ours At least it is tonight.

(It's chemical, it's chemical Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

When you spill your guts they don't go back in. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) If I say too much it's my Consequence. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) So take your razor love and run it down my skin. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) If I bleed too much it's my Consequence. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah we don’t need anyone, anyone. Here in the dark, I feel my heart. And we react like chemicals chemicals. Here in the darkness, I feel my heart beat.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”

You were met with more applause and singing along than you expected, and honestly you had a great time performing. You got the audience involved, your voice was spot on, everything went perfectly. And you were very happy with what you did. And it seemed like the judges were too. You both walked back to the theater, all pumped up as you sat next to your friends. Compliments were going all around, everyone telling each other how well they did. Now, you all had to wait to see if you made it through.

Everyone was called back in the order they had performed, and after seeing countless people come out with bad news and a few with good news, your nerves were back in full force. Unluckily for you and Hitoshi, you two were dead last. Again. So, you just had to sit there, and wait. And the worst part is, only half of the people who already got the news came out the way they went in to keep the remaining contestants clueless on if they made it through or not. Luckily, though, Mina, Denki, Sero, Kirishima, Bakugou, Uraraka, Midoriya, and Todoroki all made it through. You knew that much. And now, you and Hitoshi were the only ones waiting.

A producer came out and you gave Hitoshi a thumbs up as he stood to go back. “Wait, the two of you are okay to head onto the stage together.”

You look at each other, a little confused, before you stand up and follow Hitoshi back to the stage where the two of you had performed earlier. “Oh, good, they sent you together,” you hear Midnight say as the two of you walk on the stage. Sure enough, there are two seats set up where the usual one is for whoever is being told good news, or bad news. “Yeah, this will make it much easier.”

“How are you two?” Toshinori asks, and you snort. “Very nervous.”

“I second that,” Hitoshi says, and the judges laugh. “Well, that’s good. When you’re nervous about something it means you care about it, so that’s a good answer,” Aizawa says, a small grin on his face. Weird. He never smiles. “So, do y’all think you made it through?” Hawks asks, and the two of you look at each other before Hitoshi shrugs. “We honestly don’t know.”

“Yeah, everyone did really well today. We can only hope we did.”

“Another good answer,” Aizawa says, and the two of you grin. Getting praise from Shouta Aizawa is a wonderful feeling. “Well, I suppose we can just rip the band aid off. You two have been waiting for quite some time,” Midnight says, and Toshinori nods. “So, as you know, only twenty people are able to advance to the next round.”

You both nod.

“And you both did very well today.”

You both say thank you.

“And so far, we’ve only accepted eighteen people in the top twenty.”

Your heart starts beating faster.

“Which means there are two spots left.”

Hitoshi grabs your hand.

“And those two spots, belong to you two. Congratulations, it’s up to the world to see how far you’ll progress in the competition now.”

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Song list:

Kirishima | Locked Out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

Mina | Positions - Ariana Grande

Denki | No Control - One Direction

Midoriya | Dance Monkey - Tones and I

Uraraka | New Rules - Dua Lipa

Bakugou | Sugar, We’re Goin Down - Fall Out Boy

Sero | Caramelo - Ozuna

Todoroki | Willow - Taylor Swift

Shinsou | Riptide - Vance Joy

(Y/n) | My Consequence - Hey Violet

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starrynite7114 · 4 years

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New Rules

A/N: Good afternoon everyone! Hope you guys are enjoying your week thus far! Here I am, back with a request this time! I’m posting a Daddy Angel one after this then the fifth part of Misconstrued!

Requests are still open in case any of you want to make a request!

I don’t know if u have listen to this song called New Rules by Dua lipa for angel?? But I was wondering if I can request something that has to do with that song for angel @briannab1234

Hope you all enjoy this one! I’m kind of nervous this didn’t really match the song, but I still hope you all like it!

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Have you ever watched the person you love be fooled over and over again, by a person who obviously was never worth their time? Have you ever watched the person you love reason with themselves over and over again why this jackass was worth it?

No? Well Angel has and it was one of the most painful things he had to go through.

Women fell to his feet, enticing women to go on a date with him or even be around him was not a struggle. His charms were his go to, but the bad boy aura surrounding him definitely helped his cause.

Angel met you a few years back after Coco brought him to the tattoo shop you were working at to get a tattoo done. When Angel met you, he was immediately infatuated. He couldn’t stop flirting with you and while you flirted back, you made it clear to him that you didn’t date your clients. Angel wasn’t deterred and he kept trying, but you always let him down so nicely. Eventually, Angel realized his advances weren’t working, but that didn’t mean he gave up. He took the risk to befriend you, and like Coco warned, he was friend zoned.

Imagine, being Angel Reyes, a well known pussy magnet be friend zoned by the one fucking girl he wanted? It was pathetic. To top it off, you confided in him about this guy you’ve been hung up on for a year and a half. He’s known you for three years and this was the first time he ever heard you so broken up over a guy.

He would be worried if the guy wasn’t a grade A douchebag.

“Mi Dulce, I don’t know why you waste your time on him.” Angel frowned as he watched you down the fourth shot of Vodka in the last forty-five minutes.

“Good question, I don’t either.” He thought you looked so fucking cute with that tint of pink on your cheeks due to the alcohol in your body. You shrugged, giggling as you drank some of the beer Angel brought for you.

It was a routine at this point.

You were seeing this guy, Leo, for about six months before he broke it off. But instead of letting you go, he kept you on the side so when he needed his ego rubbed, he ran to you. It was usually in the middle of the night, he was intoxicated, and lonely.

And Angel fucking hated that you ran to him every single time.

“You know his routine.” Angel took the Vodka bottle, placing it out of your sight.

“I know, I know.” You frowned, leaning back against your couch. Resting your head on Angel’s shoulder, you sighed. “You’re my strength, you know that. Best fucking friend ever.”

Best fucking friend ever.

It was such a hurtful thing to hear.

At times Angel wanted to laugh whenever you referred to him as such. No mistaking, you were his best friend, but he was also in love with you, watching you be played by some asshole was the worst thing.

“If I’m your best friend, can you finally fucking listen to my advice?” It would be easy for Angel to kill the motherfucker, to make him disappear for hurting you, but he knew that would upset you.

“I’m trying!” You defended. “I’m not in love with the fucking guy.”

What a sigh of relief for Angel.

“So why do you keep coming back?”

“I don’t know, he has good dick?” You laughed, Angel tried so hard to laugh, but he only mustered a cackle. You didn’t even mean that since this guy was less than stellar. “I don’t know, he was a good guy. Then I let him in and then boom. I couldn’t even resist him. Whenever he calls, I come, knowing that I’m a dumbass for even answering.”

“If you're not in love with him, why stick around?” He knew you were lying, you were in love with the guy. But you were trying to convince yourself that you weren’t.

“Okay, maybe I am, but I’m trying hard to get over him. I need to put myself out there.” You loved being around Angel. Whenever you needed him, he came to your rescue, even when you didn’t, he was there. You came to realize then that Angel was your constant companion. “Thank you for always being here for me.”

“I would do anything for you.”

Your phone began to vibrate on the table, Leo’s name popping up.

Angel looked at you, ready to grab your hand if you even reached for your phone.

“Fuck you Leo,” you flipped off your phone.

Angel chuckled. “This is new.”

“You know that song New Rules?”

“May have heard it, why?”

“I’m making new rules for myself, whenever he fucking calls me, not even going to give it a second glance. When he tries to come and see me, I’m just going to turn him away because he can go get that other bitch to tattoo him. I’m not going to be his friend because you know what, he’s never treated me like his friend.” You were determined to follow these rules.

Dua Lipa was going to give you strength.

Fuck this guy.

Angel wanted to believe that this was it for you, but he was certain it wasn’t. You always get the strength to ignore this guy, but somehow, someway, he weasels his way back in.

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Two weeks, Angel watched for two weeks as you pulled yourself away from Leo and it was working.

And it was all thanks to Angel.

You settled on Angel’s lap, his arm wrapped around your middle as you leaned on him. You’re not sure if it was the alcohol, the night, the weather or what, but Angel was looking good tonight. He was wearing that navy blue short sleeve button up, his cologne was fucking on point tonight. Holding a beer bottle in one hand, you both listened to Gilly as he told you about his latest escapades with this girl he was dating.

“You know he’s lying.” Angel whispered in your ear, making the hair at the back of your neck rise. He was circling a finger on your thigh, laughing as Gilly made a joke.

You couldn’t even laugh, you were focused on Angel’s finger on your thigh.

“You okay Querida?”

Nodding your head, you tried to focus on Gilly. You can’t be attracted to Angel. Well, you were, you weren’t fucking blind, Angel was a good looking guy, but you broke your rule of not dating clients with Leo, you’re definitely not going to break the rule of not dating friends with Angel.

But fuck did he smell good tonight.

Your phone vibrated on your lap. You flipped it over and you both saw Leo’s name on the screen. Angel looked as you flipped it back over and paid attention to Gilly again. He placed a kiss on your cheek, causing you to turn to him.

“What was that for?”

“I’m proud of you, you’re really trying to get rid of this asshole.”

“I told you I was.” You slightly moved and you could feel Angel’s hardened member on your thigh. You didn’t say anything, but Angel looked at you, pained by your sudden movement. You were certain he’s been trying to hide it. You couldn’t help, but wonder how it would be to be with Angel.

He always took such good care of you, and you weren’t even his girl.

But Angel had his pick of women. He wouldn’t go after you after seeing all the bullshit you went through with Leo.

But you could definitely daydream about it.

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You were gathering your things, finishing an eight hour session was gratifying and also tolling. You had offered to break it up into two four hour appointments, but the girl insisted to have it all done today, which you didn’t mind. You heard Angel’s motorcycle roar as it came down the street. He could never really surprise you since his bike was a giveaway of his arrival.

It’s been three weeks since you started ignoring Leo and the calls were becoming more frequent, along with the text messages. So you weren’t surprised when you heard the shop door open and he walked in.

“Close for the day.” You automatically said without even looking up to see who was there.

“Glad to know you’re alive.”

His voice used to do wonders to you, but now when you heard it, it just made you feel dirty. Not due to what you guys had, it was your choice every time you came to him, but now when it sunk in on how much you were doing for a guy you love and didn’t love you back?

It sucked.

But the more you hung out with Angel, the more frustrated you were that let this asshole blind you.

“Yes, I am, what can I do for you Leo?” You felt the confidence surge within you. No more letting him back in just so you’re left all alone again. You were done with that.

“What’s with the attitude? You’ve been ignoring me for three weeks and I came here to check on you and this is the reception I get?” Leo scoffed. He didn’t mean to be an ass, but he was worried about you.

“Attitude?” You chuckled. “There is no attitude, I’m just done with your shit.”

“My shit?” He laughed. “You always come back, you can just resist me for so long.”

“Well, why would she come back to an asshole with no game when she can be with me?” You heard Angel behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle.

You immediately relaxed with Angel’s presence. You’re not sure what it was, but you’ve been more hyper aware of Angel. You found yourself watching him more often, craving his company and appreciating what a good looking man he was. You noticed just how good he made you feel, when compared to Leo who couldn’t even bother to bring you around his friends cause you weren’t his usual type.

That should have been a red flag, but you were blinded by lust.

You thought you love this guy, but you definitely didn’t.

Not after realizing how terribly he treated you.

You were the dark secret he had and you were done with that.

You had new rules and you were counting them.

No more late night calls.

No more letting him back in.

And you definitely were not his friend.

“Always knew you would become a biker bitch.” Leo immediately regretted his words, especially when he saw how Angel’s gaze darkened. “Y/N, I’m.”

“Save it for someone who cares. Rather be a biker bitch than be associated with your micro penis.”

Angel laughed loudly behind you as Leo’s mouth gaped at her comment. He attempted to have a retort to you, but nothing came out.

“Fuck you,” was the only response he could come up with.

“No thanks, I’m good.” You replied as he walked out.

Angel kissed your cheek, the temperature in your body always increased whenever his lips connected to any part of your skin, and you definitely can't ignore the butterflies in your stomach either.

“Proud of you mi Dulce.”

“You make this so hard.” Your growing attraction to Angel was not something you were used to. You always found him attractive, but it was different now.

You just made new rules for Leo. The last thing you wanted was to do the same to Angel.

But Angel wouldn’t treat you like Leo.

Yet, you just couldn’t risk your friendship.

“Make what hard?” Angel’s eyebrows furrowed at your statement, confused by exactly what you meant.

“You’re just so,” you groaned. “I don’t know, perfect? You make it so difficult to adhere to my rules.”

“What?” Angel was confused at what you were implying.

“You, just being.” What were you even trying to say? He was so perfect for you? That he was so good looking and that you were upset you even wasted your time on Leo? It didn’t escape you that Angel was interested in you at the beginning and you always rejected his advances since you always had a rule of not dating your clients and then he became your friend, you also didn’t date your friends.

But rules were made to be broken and you broke it for Leo, why not break it for Angel.

After all, you have new rules now.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Angel felt his heart rate quickening, unsure of what to make of the situation. He was proud you told the douche off, but now, he was unsure of what was going on between you two.

The dynamics changed ever since you decided you were cutting Leo off. Angel noticed you were flirtier, more affectionate and just gave him so much more attention. For a fleeting moment, he thought maybe, just maybe you returned his affection, but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself.

“Why do you have to be so good looking? So sweet? So nice? So perfect!” You exclaimed. “Don’t get big headed.” You warned him.

But it was too late.

The smile that spread across his face looked like victory.

“You think I’m perfect mama?” Angel crossed his arms across his chest, that stupid smirk on his face.

“I said don’t get big headed.” you playfully pushed him, the smirk grew bigger.

“It’s okay baby girl, you know I think you’re perfect.” Angel took one of your hands, pulling you against him, burying his head at the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He placed a soft kiss on your neck before standing up straight, his eyes trained on yours. “You’ve had me going crazy for years baby, why not give me a chance how a real man should treat his woman.”

“I don’t know Angel, what if we break up?”

“What if we don’t? Gotta take a risk sometimes baby, fuck your rules.”

He knew you. You lived by your rules, you deviated when you gave Leo the time of day.

But he was going to make new rules for you and he promised you would never regret it.

“You’re such a troublemaker.”

Angel cupped your face. “Isn’t that what you like about me?” He leaned down, capturing your lips for the first time. You groaned at the contact, your body lighting up as he deepened the kiss.

Oh boy.

Angel Reyes was trouble.

You did live by your rules.

But for Angel, you’d break your rules and make new ones, as long as you can always have his lips against yours.

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seokmins · 4 years

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Don’t - JJK

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 of Physical

"Just be careful,” Yoongi cautioned. “Don’t get caught in something you don’t want to end up in.”

“Yoongi!” Jimin exclaimed. “Our baby is growing up! He’s developing feelings - !”

【ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ || ᴮᵀˢ ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ || ᴹᵃⁱⁿ ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ】

💞 🄿🄰🄸🅁🄸🄽🄶: Jeon Jungkook x Reader 📚 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: Fluff, Angst (?) 🌟 🅁🄰🅃🄸🄽🄶: T 💬ⓌⒸ: 3k ⚠️ 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Swear words? Suggestiveness? Gosh idk.

💫 (っ ◔◡◔)っɛƖ۷'ʂ ŋơɬɛʂ 💕:

I think this switches POV a few times, hope it’s not confusing 😅 I think [Y/N] is an interestingly shallow character hmmm 😆. I don’t really know names for dance moves bear with me. This is gonna lead to a series whee 🤭

“1... 2... 3. 1... 2... Oof!” A muffled curse and a hard thump sounded inside the supposed to be empty dance practice room. Jungkook frowned, it wasn’t uncommon to pass by someone as they left if they stayed a little longer through the half-hour time-slot between booking appointments. But to still hear angry counts and crashes fifteen minutes after his reserved time did not make him particularly thrilled. He hesitantly peeked his head in, the creak of the door drowned out by the on and off music now blasting as a girl once again counted out her steps.

[Y/N] came tumbling down, tripping over her two feet. Again. Sweat coated her entire body as she glared at her glistening forehead in the full-length mirror. She had tried numerous times over the past week to nail that footwork, but today was particularly rough. One more time her mind screamed even as her body ached.

“Is that the new choreo?” A gentle voice asked as she paused to reset the music back, causing her to yelp in shock. She broke out in a cold sweat as if she wasn’t already drenched enough. Primal fear coursed through her as she recognized just who was standing at the door, fit in his oversized hoodie, white baseball cap, and combat boots. Yes, Jeon flipping Jungkook in all his big-shot glory. She gulped.

“Hello.” [Y/N] bowed formally, cursing herself for looking like a bedraggled, wet rat. Of course, most people don’t look too swell during dance practice (unless they were BTS) and of course, it wasn’t as if she had never been in the same room, breathing the same air as Jungkook. After all, she shared the stage with him and the rest of the esteemed members. “Yes, I’ve been trying to perfect the footwork for next week. I’ve been practicing for... Oh my gosh - !”

Jungkook chuckled. It looked as if this was the first time she’d actually looked at the clock and he couldn’t help wonder just how long had she been here - and how long she planned to stay. “Ya know, this is the reason why there are bookings. Not just so everyone can get some practice in, but also so you don’t overwork yourself.” He hummed casually (in his angelic voice) and strode over to hand her a water bottle from his vast supply hidden in his duffel bag.

“I...Thank you.” [Y/N] murmured, grateful and shocked by his kind gesture. She’d save this water bottle forever. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cut into your practice, I totally lost track of time.” Hastily gulping some water, she made to gather her items and skedaddle out of there, but Jungkook cleared his throat, halting her.

“Hey, stay a while. You need to cool down and I need to warm up.” A chance to one-on-one cool down solely with the Jeon Jungkook. An opportunity of a lifetime. “You’re... [Y/N] right?”

[Y/N] blinked. He knew her name. “Y-yes. I’m, uh, Lee Minho’s little sister. Um, you prolly don’t remember him, he’s -”

“- a member of Stray Kids.” Jungkook interrupted, glancing a little sardonically at her as he stretched one arm over the other. “Yes, I recall, he was on the Wings tour?” [Y/N] blinked. “I can see the talent flows in the family then.”

“Uh, wow. Thanks. I’m not so sure about that. I’ve taken forever to learn these moves. Even though I helped come up with these moves, I can’t execute them perfectly yet.”

“Wait, you came up with these?”

“Oh, uh yeah - yes. I... talked with one of the choreographers and they loved my idea. I have to perfect it just right so I can be ready by the deadline or it’ll be disastrous for the comeback.”

“That’s really impressive. Thank you. We appreciate your talent.” He said, smiling his signature bunny-tooth smile. [Y/N] blushed, even more so when she realized she had been wearing a sports bra. Having finally ‘cooled’ down, she grabbed her loose shirt and threw it back on. It didn’t help that she could feel Jungkook’s gaze on her, making her burn.

“It’s nothing, really. Um, it was nice talking to you. Really. I gotta go now. Sorry again for disturbing you.”

“No, it’s really not a problem at all.” He soothed. “Hey, maybe next time you book an appointment, let me know. Maybe we could chat more.” Jungkook waved his phone around, displaying the digital booking website for the dance practice room. “Huh, message me on KakaoTalk?” He offered.

“Oh, uh, ok. Uh yes definitely.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. That was a little presumptuous of me.” Warm redness rapidly spread up his neck to his cheeks. For the first time during their interaction, [Y/N] smiled at him.

“No, not at all.”

“Hoseok, you know that one girl who came up with the idea for our new choreo?” As casually as he could, the maknae questioned his hyung.

“Yeah, not very well, but she’s super talented from what I hear the dance team say. She leads a lot of the practices for the rest of the backup dancers to help them learn, almost like a professional teacher and choreographer.”

“Wow, I had no idea,” Jungkook admitted. [Y/N] hadn’t told him about that during their weekly meetings. Granted she didn’t talk much about herself in general.

“Well, it’s not that uncommon. While we try to get to know all of our staff, it’s impossible to get very close because of how often they rotate in and out.” Namjoon reassured him although the two other members of the maknae line grinned knowingly at their fellow member.

“I think Jungkookie here has a little crush on [Y/N]-ie.” Jimin teased as Taehyung voiced his agreement. Jungkook felt the red hot flush make its way up to his cheeks again. It seemed to be happening more and more these days.

“No, you’re wrong. I-... how do you even know her name?” He stuttered out.

“I may or may not have looked at your phone,” Jimin smirked. “As if we haven’t noticed you’ve been sneaking around doing a lot of dance practice when we haven’t even been told the final choreo.”

“I have to keep in shape, it’s better to get a taste of some part of it so it’s easier to learn the final version.”

“Uh-huh. That was actually a good excuse.” Seokjin laughed. “But you can’t fool us. You learn the choreography practically instantaneously... and you’ve never done that before for other comebacks.”

"Just be careful,” Yoongi cautioned. “Don’t get caught in something you don’t want to end up in.”

“Yoongi!” Jimin exclaimed. “Our baby is growing up! He’s developing feelings - !”

“I’m just saying.” He shrugged.

“I’m not doing anything bad. I’m just making a new friend, besides ARMY is my one and only love.” Jungkook sulked. “Stop making a big deal out of nothing.”

His leader rubbed a hand on the maknae’s slumped shoulders. “We just want you aware of the implications. Even if you’re ‘just friends’ as you said, rumors will fly if you’re close with anyone. We just don’t want a scandal. Especially not before the comeback.”

“I know. I promise nothing will happen.”

“Hey, I heard that there’s a fun dance practice that the backup dancers run` every week and she’s leading this week’s.” Hoseok, always the amicable sunshine brightened the atmosphere. “Why don’t we all go check it out?”

“Yay!” Taehyung cheered. “We can see who Kookie’s so fascinated on!”

“Stop! She’s just a friend!” The group laughed as he pouted.

♫ Adrenaline keeps on rushing in Love the simulation we're dreaming in Don't you agree? Don't you agree? ♫

A step. A twirl. A side-step. Arms waving. A clap. Joy filled [Y/N]’s entire being - adrenaline high as she twirled along to the beat. Dua Lipa’s husky voice boomed through the packed room, stuffy from the people’s energies as they danced. The dancer grinned wide as she stood in the front of the mirror moving her heart out alongside her peers. Each one of them had practiced the random choreo she had thought up and today they were putting it all together.

♫ Hold on just a little tighter Come on Hold on, tell me if you're ready Come on Baby, keep on dancing Let's get physical ♫

She blinked. Even as fast as she moved, the choreo was rather simple in general - muscle memory at the least. Which is why she didn’t stumble when locking direct eye contact with a pair of brown doe eyes paired with a bunny smile. What... what was he doing here, let alone them?

Yes. All seven members squeezed themselves in the back area of the practice room. While it wasn’t too uncommon for Hoseok to pop in on his way home after a practice, throw some pointers, and leave with a bright smile, seeing the star group of Big Hit threw the whole room in for a loop. However, they were professional dancers. They kept dancing - albeit a little on edge, slightly losing their previous unlimited pep during the first half of the song.

“So... [Y/N]-ie is the beauty at the front?” Jimin asked both as loudly and quietly as he could with the loud music. He nudged Jungkook out of his deep catching-her-eye with the girl moving smoothly across the room, in lead and in control. Jungkook had never truly seen her in her natural element, seemingly always so tense.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I can see why Kookie’s so fixated on her.” Taehyung acknowledged, all seven boys focusing on her also, although she didn’t notice having lost Jungkook’s stare and instead concentrating on her moves. But she could feel his presence as intense as if it was just the two of them alone.

♫ Let's get physical Physical Let's get physical Come on, phy-phy-phy-physical ♫

Cheers erupted as the last notes of the song faded, all rushing to give their input on each other’s moves and the choreo - and the choreographer herself. Even Hoseok went to join the masses, caught up in the excitement. Jungkook contemplated if he should join Hoseok or the others as they snuck out the door, offering praise to those they passed so as not to seem standoffish. Unsure, he chose to awkwardly linger by the door as everyone slowly filtered out. Hoseok winked at his maknae as he passed, raising his eyebrows quickly towards [Y/N]’s direction. She as well seemed to be keeping herself busy after her colleagues said goodbye almost sensing Jungkook’s hesitation to leave.

“Hey. What brought you here?”

“Hobi mentioned something about a weekly dance practice.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Wow, it was great seeing you dance.” Normally their meetups consisted of a few conversations while [Y/N] cooled down and Jungkook warmed up - quite similar to their first meeting. However, last week he encouraged her to stay and watch as he danced, yet still, knew very basic information about her and wondered if maybe he was being bothersome. Perhaps she was just entertaining him, too nice or even scared of what he might do lest she say she didn’t want to hang out with him.

“Thank you.”

“I really liked that song, it had a great beat.”

“That was the English version. Did you know Hwasa was featured in another version?”

“No way, she’s a great vocalist.”

“She really is.” [Y/N] hummed. “Here, I can play it for you.” She turned to her phone and pulled up the song.

♫ Although we eye each other You know I’ve read your feeling Don’t you agree? Don’t you agree? ♫

“How’s the choreo for the comeback coming?”

“It’s almost there. I should have it nailed by this week.”

“I can’t wait to see the finalized result.”

Sneak peeks while [Y/N] finished up her final minutes before he announced his presence lent Jungkook a good idea of what their final concept would be. To say he was excited was an understatement. She had true talent and an insightful eye.

♫ You try to hide your feelings You don’t have time just wasting time Don’t you agree? Don’t you agree? ♫

Jungkook swallowed. Internally, he wondered if he was gonna start screaming as he listened to Hwasa’s silkiness as she voiced the lyrics. [Y/N] smiled, motioning to him. “C’mon, do you want to dance?”

♫ Who needs to go to sleep, when I’ve got you next to me? ♫

Pass up an opportunity to dance her? As if. With a shy grin, he accepted the challenge. This might be the first time she’d become so carefree with him and he wasn’t about to lose.

♫ Night is passing There’s no point in hiding it So come on, come on, come on Let’s get physical ♫

Regardless of the girl dancing side-by-side to him, both trying to mimic each other’s moves so they were in sync, Jungkook enjoyed dancing. He even enjoyed dancing with other people, such as his hyungs and fellow Kpop groups. But maybe he enjoyed this just a little more.

♫ Close the door of this room Just us together in this space So come on, come on, come on Let’s get physical ♫

If only it was just that making his heart pound. Jungkook had been around girls before. While he shied away most times, not a single one of those interactions had made him feel like this. [Y/N] put him at ease even before he officially met her. Even dancing didn’t make him feel like this. Blood and adrenaline pumped through his veins and he turned to look right into [Y/N]’s eyes. Both dancers held each other’s gaze that asked the same question - “What are you feeling right now?” The raven-haired man licked his lips nervously, stalling his movements.

“I -. Do you...?” Gosh, he felt ridiculous. But there was no denying the undercurrent, despite their hesitation, that ran between the two.

“Do I...?”

“Do you, uh, find me attractive?” Jungkook almost regretted the words as soon as they came out.

“Gosh, Jungkook. What kind of question is that?” [Y/N] laughed as he blushed profusely. “If you don’t believe the hundred thousands of ARMYs that sing your praises, I don’t know what can convince you if not that.”

He mumbled something she couldn’t catch.

“Hm?”

Brown doe eyes met hers, shyly. “You telling me what you think.”

[Y/N]’s eyes widened as she gulped. “Well. I - just proved there’s no way you’re not attractive.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He turned away from her, thinking about leaving but she cleared her throat.

“Of course I find you attractive. I mean, you’re Jeon Jungkook, Golden Maknae of BTS. I mean... it’s almost intimidating and unfair how good looking you are. And you’re nice, talented, and sweet.” Gasping more than she would be from dancing, [Y/N] shakily met him eye to eye.

♫ All night, I'll riot with you I know you got my back and you know I got you So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical Lights out, follow the noise Baby, keep on dancing like you ain't got a choice ♫

With an unknown surge of confidence blazing through him, Jungkook latched his lips onto hers. Nerves flooded him, yet were soothed as she eagerly met his tender, yet fervent kisses. Grinning lazily as they separated for breath, he led her out of the dance practice room and they stumbled through the empty halls of the Big Hit studios to outside. The moon lit their path as [Y/N] led him to a hotel, flashing her card at the receptionist as Jungkook kissed her neck. He remained attached to her as she swiped her card into the hotel room and before he knew it they tumbled together into the crisp sheets of a bed.

“Is this what you want?” [Y/N] asked, cupping Jungkook’s cheeks as he hovered above her.

“Yes.” Jungkook breathed, ecstasy lacing his whisper. “Is this what you want.”

She answered him with a kiss.

♫ So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical ♫

Jungkook groaned as he awoke to not the sun shining through his windows, but the sound of his phone vibrating. Again and again. Blinking blearily, he grabbed it and answered the call.

“Hello?” He grumbled - voice raw, body sore, and not fully awake.

“Jungkook.” Came the stern voice of Namjoon over the phone. “Where are you?”

“I’m -” The maknae shook himself awake, glancing around, panic filling him. The silence rang awfully loud through the small hotel bedroom. Except for Namjoon’s voice calling him back to attention.

“Jungkook?”

He cleared his throat. “I’m in a hotel. I passed out.”

Namjoon was silent. “I suggest you check your messages. I’ll see you back at the dorm. Try not to get caught again.”

In the quiet of her dorm, [Y/N]’s face was illuminated by the light of her phone screen as she hastily dialed a number. Not even two rings in, the person answered.

“’ Sup, Ugly?” A familiar snide, male voice greeted.

“Is that how you answer your phone now?” She huffed.

He let out a sleepy laugh. “Only how a certain someone looks when she calls me at this hour.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

A pause. [Y/N] knew there was no point beating around the bush and got straight to the point. “I want to take you up on that offer you extended to me.”

That got his attention. It’d been several years since they last talked about the subject and what it entailed - never touching upon it again after the argument that broke out. That was the only reason he knew what she was referring to. If he wasn’t awake before, he was now. “... Are you sure? I thought -”

“Yes. I thought there were no questions asked.”

The man on the other line hesitated. “What happened?”

“Didn’t I just say?”

“But -”

“Look,” [Y/N] interrupted. “Forget it, I-”

“No, no, no. I’m sorry. Come over. But promise we’ll talk. In person, okay?”

“In person.” She agreed. “Thank you.”

“See you soon, then?”

“Yeah. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Breaking! Dispatch has reported that Jeon Jungkook of BTS was seen entering a hotel with an unknown woman late last night. Big Hit has yet to comment on the situation.

💫 (っ ◔◡◔)っɛƖ۷'ʂ ŋơɬɛʂ 💕:

Physical - by Dua Lipa / Physical by Dua Lipa ft. Hwasa & Lyric videos ➡️ links will be given under the series’ masterlist.

Hehehe another song might be added too 😉

I finished writing this at 2 am. It’s rough. I know this moved fast but O well. If anyone reads this, let me know if they want tagged in Part 2!

ezralia-writes June 2020: ♫ Physical: Don’t - Part 1 ©

#jeon jungkook #bts #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook fanfc #jjk fanfic #jungkook x reader #jjk fic #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #kpop #kpop fic #bts fic #jjk x reader #ezraliawrites #ezralia vali #physical

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crispychristianawrites · 5 years

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Jisung Park Dancing High AU

This is part 2! Find part 1 here

a/n: i recently finished watching dancing high and being a dancer and someone who is the same age as jisung, just finding out that all these talented people are so amazing makes me just (o.o). ALSO JISUNG WOW (rip my bias list :(( )

Pairing: female reader x jisung park

Genre: fluff, strangers to lovers!, young puppy love uwu

Warnings: a lot of fluff, very soft, some mentions of bullying and anxiety

P.S.: this is written not according to the shows time frames (ie. they had 2 weeks to prepare, i might just bypass that and go to eliminations and span it out longer)

THIS IS UNEDITED

team picking

Jisung had ended up in the top 10 but you did not. You hoped and prayed that one of the judges would choose you and not let you go home after the audition round. Jisung had ended up picking team Hoya and you quietly continued to close your eyes and pray one of the judges chose you. It was nearing the end of the choosing period where there were only 2-3 spots left on each team. Your name had not been said yet, leaving you to be slightly on edge and slightly nervous. You held your hands together and looked down as you silently continued to pray that someone chose you. It was Hoya’s turn to chose for his 2nd to last member. “I choose,” Hoya had paused and thought for a second. “y/n l/n” your eyes opened wide and your hand flew to cover your mouth. Not only were you chosen but you were also on Hoya’s team, which had meant that you would be on the same team as Jisung. Your eyes brimmed tears as you repetitively bowed and ran up the stairs to sit in one of team Hoya’s chairs. You were filled with excitement for whats to come in the future.

1st Round Practice

You had gotten the song New Rules - Dua Lipa. You were feeling a bit self-conscious after seeing everybody else come up with ideas for choreography. Being self-taught, you never really learned how to choreograph any dances before so you kept your ideas to yourself. You were watching everyone collaborate on ideas while you just stood back and watched everything pan out. That is until Jisung had seen you not pitching in any ideas and figured you were a bit nervous to say anything. “Y/n, do you have any ideas?” He had asked you and your eyes went wide again. “Maybe we should split up at the beginning like girls group up and then boys do something while we hold a pose” you quietly said. You were shy and scared that others would think that the idea is lame. “That’s actually not a bad idea” Eunmin agrees with your idea and you’re actually thankful to Jisung for making you speak up. You as a team decided to split up and try and choreograph the split up parts at the beginning.

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You all end up staying at Hoya’s studio until 10 pm trying to figure out how to choreograph. You had barely got up to half the song done and were worried about how it was gonna go down. Everybody had to slowly leave due to other schedules or curfews from parents. You had stayed back and tried to run through what you and the others have come up with because your memory sucks and you wanted to remember what you learnt. It eventually ended up with you and Jisung left at the studio practicing on your own. You rubbed your head in frustration as you kept forgetting a move. “Need help?” Jisung shyly asked and you nodded. You were mad at yourself that you couldn’t remember. He played the song and tried running it through with you, but you were too nervous to even remember majority of it. You sighed in defeat and started lightly slapping yourself. “Hey! Don’thurt yourself, let's go through it slowly.” Jisung said and grabbed your hand to stop you from slapping yourself. You had flinched when he grabbed your hand because you weren’t expecting it. He had slowly counted and did the steps while watching you through the mirror. It had gotten to the part where you messed up. You had gotten closer to getting the move down but still messed up and you just sat on the floor, letting your hands bury into your face. “Hey don’t be upset you can do it, I promise you. How about we try tomorrow if you’re free. We can run it at my company together and I can help you.” You thought that maybe Jisung was being careless while the cameras were on and recording but you had checked the time and realized it was off-camera hours now. “Do you really mean that? I mean, am I allowed to enter your company?” you were a bit flustered because SM was a scary place and not only that but you had always dreamed of dancing in one of their practice rooms. “Why would I joke around about something like that. You’re allowed as long as you’re with me, I promise it’ll be okay,” he replied and you just smiled at him and nodded. “Okay, ill meet you in front of the building and we can start practice in the evening if thats okay with you? I still have a schedule tomorrow.” You just nodded and bowed to him as thanks. “Ah, no need to bow, we’re teammates and we’re also the same age so don’t be so formal.” You slightly nodded again. Both of you started to pack everything up and head out when Jisung had grabbed your shoulder softly and asked for your number. He got shy right after and looked down “Not for anything else, just in case you get lost tomorrow I can come to find you.” you nodded and put your phone number in. You both had called it a night.

A/n :AHHH THIS WAS THE SECOND PART!!! what will happen with you and jisung??

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flowery-mess · 4 years

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A request of Grayson Dolan!! Maybe a club type of imagine based on Don’t Start Now by Dua Lipa!! Maybe they end up together in the end? Thank you!! Love your writing

-I love this song and the attitude that it gives away so much that I had to do ending like this, sorry!

-And thank you for your kind words, love you

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You know the phases after breakup right?

First – nights full of tears and ice cream, thinking about what you did to deserve this

Second – pretending to be fine already, but you’re not

Third – being fine and over it

I’m glad the third phase finally came, after two months looking for what I did wrong. Let me tell you what I did wrong: absolutely nothing.

Grayson was the one who said the ‘goodbye’ and when I asked why, all he could come up with was that he needed some space, then it was that I didn’t want to go public with our relationship, because I am just student, not used to the fame he has and didn’t want to listen to all the hate that would come up with going public. Then it was that I don’t spend much time with him. Basically, all the things he said he will respect because of our different lives, he suddenly stopped respecting. As I would say, he did full 180.

Saying goodbye to him and the routines we had was hard. Saying goodbye to Ethan was also really hard. Also seeing pictures of Gray in some club with some chick by his side was hard. He didn’t used to go to clubs or be like this with girls, nor even me, in public. But I stopped myself from wondering about that and about what I did wrong and decided to move with my life.

And what is the better way to celebrate you being over a guy than going out with your friends?

And that’s exactly where I am now. Sitting in this booth with my friends and having much needed time of my life.

We did drinks, dancing, selfies and all of the things you could think about. I was feeling myself tonight and I was pretty happy about that. I was wearing black leather jeans and black crop top, my friend did my make up and I curled my hair.

When I was in the middle of telling them story about what happened to me when I was rushing late in school this morning, my friends who were sitting on the opposite side of our table looked somewhere behind me and froze.

“Okay don’t look now, but Grayson is here.” One of them said.

“What?” I immediately turned the way they were looking and saw him. With the girl from instagram. And I also saw Kyle, Ethan and some of their other friends. I felt something inside me, kinda felt sad, but then I realized that I am not gonna cry because of him anymore.

“Well, let him see what he just lost. Let’s dance!” I said and with that, all of my friends and me went to the dance floor and started dancing.

After few songs, when I looked around the club, I saw him. He was staring at me and our eyes connected. I just smiled teasingly in his direction and turned back to start dancing again. I made sure I moved just the right way to make him stare at me even longer.

When we went for another round of shots I excused myself and went to check myself in the bathroom. I fixed my make up and hair and went to catch the girls so I don’t lost them.

“Hey.” Was the first thing I heard when I opened the door. Grayson was leaning on the opposite wall.

“What do you want?”

“Just talk.”

“Okay, talk then.”

“You look good tonight.” He looked me up and down when he said it.

“Anything else?” I wasn’t going to waste my time here with him and I started to realize where he was heading with his little talk.

“I’m sorry. I-“ he started.

“Save it. I don’t want to hear any apologies or sweet things to make me come back to you. You broke up with me. If you really were sorry, you would have come much earlier. Maybe even before you started going out to clubs and taking home random girls. I am over you Grayson and I won’t fall for this again. Have a nice time with your friends babe.” I finished my monologue, turned on my heel and left him speechless. I bet he didn’t expected this at all.

I came back to my friends and we enjoyed every second of that night. I saw him few more times and his look was priceless. Clenching his jaw and completely ignoring the girl that was trying too hard to make him dance or talk with her.

I came home with a smile on my face and peace in my heart, because I could finally say that this chapter called Grayson Dolan is closed.

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NEW ALBUMS YOU SHOULD LOOK FORWARD TO, THIS FRIDAY (03.27.20)

As every Friday, music will come to overwhelm the streaming services, and while you may be waiting for your favorite artist/band new release, I will help out with a list of albums coming out this Friday that may be of your interest, if my quick description and thoughts of the singles buy you in.

1. DUA LIPA / FUTURE NOSTALGIA / SYNTH POP

The biggest album of the week - and one of the albums that changed the release date thanks to the coronavirus - will be coming from Dua Lipa and her sophomore effort “Future Nostalgia”. Personally, I am really looking forward to hear what Dua has to offer since I was a huge fan of her very catchy debut back in 2017, the singles are promising - “Physical” rules! - , offering a more tailored production. Let’s see if Dua can come out with a great pop album.

Single to check out: Physical

2. JORDANA / CLASSICAL NOTIONS OF HAPPINESS / BEDROOM POP

A re-release of the debut album that brought the 19-year-old to sign on a deal with Grand Jury Music, this release will expand with up to three new tracks, one of the most promising bedroom pop figures at the moment.

Single to check out: Sway

3. BON IVER / BLOOD BANK EP (10th Anniversary Edition) / LIVE

Having seen Bon Iver live is already one of the highlights of my life, for sure, and this live EP of “Blood Bank” - one of my favorite EPs of all time - will indeed, rock the emotions out of you, I promise, there are just a few bands that are able to capture the magic of such songs and reshape them into something truly magnificent with live perfomances.

Single to check out: Blood Bank (Live from Ericsson Globe, Stockholm SE, Oct 31, 2018)

4. NAP EYES / SNAPSHOT OF A BEGINNER / INDIE ROCK

The band first came to my attention with one of the catchiest indie rock singles of the year “Mark Zuckerberg”, which I found to be incredibly well written, fun and energetic, it was enough for me to keep track of them with the singles which followed, and so far they haven’t disappointed, I have to say there is a nice balance between ballads and danceable tracks.

Single to check out: So Tired

5. DEEPER / AUTO-PAIN / POST PUNK

What really grabbed me during the singles roll-out was singer/guitarist Nic Gohl’s lively perfomances, they went along perfectly with the sweet melodies the singles had to offer, kind of cute for a punk album.

Single to check out: This Heat

6. ACTIVITY / UNMASK WHOEVER / ART ROCK

Intriguing as it gets, the New York band has released three singles so far, each one of them stood out thanks to the eerie and grainy production which I am a fan of, hoping their debut album will be as good as the singles.

Single to check out: Nude Prince

7. LITTLE DRAGON / NEW ME, SAME US / SYNTH POP

The two singles release were killer, this album looks just as promising, I hope that this is the project that finally makes me get into Little Dragon.

Single to check out: Are You Feeling Sad? (Feat. Kali Uchis)

8. MARGARET GLASPY / DEVOTION / ALTERNATIVE ROCK

Some of the most exciting vocal work I have heard this year with the three singles Margaret released through these three months, and I also loved the nuanced incorporation of synthesizers into folk like instrumentals, this has everything to be one of the best albums of the month.

Single to check out: Killing What Keeps Us Alive

9. CABLE TIES / FAR ENOUGH / POST PUNK

I like the madness and the high-powered songs I have heard so far coming from Australia’s punk trio, I expect nothing but ragers. The singles have been a fun time, however, I just hope the full picture is more realized, if that happens, I’ll be in for the long term.

Single to check out: Sandcastles

10. BRIAN FALLON / LOCAL HONEY / FOLK ROCK

If you like Phoebe Bridgers, I feel like this might be up your alley, since I am a diehard fan of Phoebe, I sense I will enjoy this album big time, the singles are cute/sad, his voice is sweet, it’s there to love.

Single to check out: Horses

- A handful of albums I also recommend - without the short description -

11. NICOLAS JAAR / CENIZAS

Haven’t heard singles or anything - if there have been any - but a Nicolas Jaar album is always well received, even more when he’s just released an amazing album under A.A.L.

12. OLIVER TREE / UGLY IS BEAUTIFUL

No singles yet but his EPs have been GREAT. Hyped for the debut.

13. Quick Shout-Out

Waxahatchee, Half Waif, Knxwledge, Sorry, FACS and Bongeziwe Mabandla also have albums coming out this friday, some of them have had great singles but not enough for me to write something.

Hope you enjoy the albums listed!

#newmusicfriday #dualipa #napeyes #margaretglaspy #boniver #jordana #deeper #activity #littledragon #cableties #brianfallon #punk #postpunk #artrock #rock #synthpop #indie

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la-fille-en-aiguilles · 6 years

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Half As Good As You (1 / 2)

Jax Teller x Female Reader

A/N: I know i’m late to the party, but I am finally catching up with Sons of Anarchy, also known as one of the greatest shows ever made. I absolutely adore it, for so many reasons (Charlie Hunnam obviously being one of them). Jax Teller is such a promising character, with such an enormous literary potential, I couldn’t resist.

This two-part story is loosely based on Tom Odell’s song “Half As Good As You”.

Please enjoy, feedback is appreciated if you feel like leaving something.

Warnings: a lil’ bit of angst and heartache.

What a spectacular day for murder, you thought, grabbing your Balenciaga bag from the passenger seat right next to you, your cold take-out coffee’s smell still hanging in the confines of your car.

Charming welcomed you back with cloudless, infinite azure and blinding yellow sun, an airplane chalking a line on the canvas of the sky above your head.

Swinging that bag over your shoulder, you let your gaze wander back to the house in front of you; the empty driveway, those colorless roses and the unwelcoming cold blue paint that you never thought you’d see again.

Your sister might have lived in that house now, but the vibe of it hadn’t changed much - it still stank of bleach, burned leather and filthy secrets.

And to think you were to spend a weekend in these walls, where every little detail, everything - reminded you of him.

It felt like it had been ages; all your memories were just some stories someone had told you at some point, with no beginning and no end, pages ripped from old dusty journals for which no one had a care in the world anymore.

You lied, of course, when you told your sister if you’d come down it’d strictly be out of the goodness of the heart. Over the phone, you insisted on not wanting to leave the house before the wedding - that fucking house you hated the most in the entire world, that gas chamber in which you knew you’d have trouble to breathe - because you’d only come to watch her kids, while she gets drunk & partially naked before she ties the knot.

The sound of a roaring engine a few blocks away interrupted your train of thought as shivers ran down your spine, your fingers gripping steering wheel so hard your skin turned white.

Coming to Charming was a mistake.

Leaving the city in the first place was a choice, with which you’d learned to live.

Or so you thought.

Dawns were always the worst.

The subtle shift of light at around five in the morning gave the shit in his room back its color: the deep navy of his crumpled sheets, striking whites, yellows and greens of his underwear, scattered around, and the soft amber of the dresser, with framed pictures on top.

Jax would look at these colors perfect themselves, come out in all of their intensive glory, yet this would never amount to anything - no change in his black-and-white routine.

The rising sun later chose the best angle for its mindful rays, whitening out the faces on those photos. Most of the time, if Jax would let his eyes slip over the paper’s polished surface - accidentally, he kept telling himself - all he saw was perfect squares of bright light, the sun doing the job his brain couldn’t - saving him all the heartache.

The morning would paint his misery a new, less lethargic color as he’d drink his coffee at the bar, surrounded by his brothers, all laughing and talking in hoarse, morning voices. That would shake him up a little, the claws of last night’s dreams letting go some. Those dreams died eventually, but the nightmare of reality went on, and sometimes it was difficult for Jax to tell one from the other.

He didn’t know it yet, but today was going to push his coping mechanisms to a whole new level.

Sitting at the bar, his long fingers wrapped around a big cup of coffee, Jax kept digging holes in the middle of a microwaved cherry pie with a table spoon. He wasn’t hungry, but he knew he had to get some food into him - the day promised to be busy and chaotic, he’d get lucky if he got a chance to eat before dinner.

“Aye, Jackie-boy, any news from Ope?” Jax slowly registered Chibs’ words as the Scot called for his attention, carefully sipping on his steamy tea.

It took a moment for Telford’s words to settle in; retrieving his phone from the side pocket of his sweats, Jax powered the display.

“Yeah, he’s...”

Words stuck in his throat, a lump he tried to push down, swallowing hard. He dropped the phone flat on the bar table, the sound deafening. Inhaling deeply, Jax brought one of his hands up to rub his eyes, his elbow knocking over the cup of lukewarm coffee.

The drops of brownish liquid landed on your face, smiling at him from his phone, with Opie’s kids on either side.

Y/N’s in town. I’m sorry, man, we didn’t think she’d actually show. I’m on my way.

‘He’s on his way.’

Wiping his phone with the white t-shirt he still wore from last night, Jax scrolled down to see if Opie sent more of that stunningly pretty, makeup-free face of yours.

Winston didn’t.

It didn’t really matter, because one look at you had already sent his imagination reeling, his heart twisting in regret while beating ten hundred miles a minute.

You were back in Charming. The idea seemed outrageous, his thoughts even more so.

Maybe, it was a sign. Maybe, this was his past coming around to give him another shot to do this different. Better.

Maybe you two could work the shit out in the end of the day, maybe... maybe you came back for him.

“Hey Prospect, clean this shit up, will you?”

Grabbing his phone from the table, Jax motioned towards the black puddle on the floor once he got Half-Sack’s attention.

Running his fingers through the dirty-blond mane of hair, Teller headed to his room to take a shower, wash those bullshit thoughts away.

That’s all they were. Bullshit.

Your arrival lit a match in his mind, anger consuming him quicker than fire licking at dry paper.

And to what end?

The anger would come and go, leaving not even a fucking hint of solace behind.

So would you.

You never got around to babysitting that evening.

Dua Lipa’s voice blaring from the speakers, you could feel your chest rumble to the rhythm. The place was swarming with people; the bar welcomed a big crowd tonight, and under flickering lights you zeroed in on a face now and again, pacing your evening by the number of people you managed to make out from the human drunken mass.

Donna was having the time of her life as she swayed her hips to the beat. Her cheeks a lovely shade of pink, she laughed at something your friend Chloe said, wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, silent witnesses of her happiness.

Fumbling with your Margarita, you watched your sister closely, trying to convince yourself it was okay. It was Harry she was marrying for God’s sake. That teddy bear of a man that’d kill for her if needed.

And that was exactly what didn’t sit quite well with you.

You threw your head back, finishing your drink in one single gulp. Slamming the glass against the bar, you motioned for the bartender to approach. The young man with a messy man bun flashed you a smile, silently asking what your next choice would be.

“Whiskey on the rocks,” you yelled over the music, leaning over the bar so he could hear you better. Smiling still, the guy nodded, getting to it right away.

You plopped back on your seat, scanning the crowd with your eyes, again, trying to pass the time.

The scene hadn’t changed much since the last time you checked - most of the faces remained the same, the only difference being the cloudiness in people’s stares and sloppiness of their movements.

Yet your eyes narrowed as soon as you caught a young, handsome man staring at you, averting his gaze as soon as you spotted him. You were pretty sure you had never met him, yet something about him felt familiar... and suspicious.

Paying for your whiskey, you slipped off the bar stool, and slowly made your way to Donna.

“I’m going to get some air,’ you screamed into her ear, the beat of the basses making your knees tremble. Donna looked at you for a moment, as if trying to figure out your motives. Then she quickly nodded, lightly squeezing your wrist before letting go.

Gripping your whiskey glass tightly in order not to spill its contents, you made your way through the shifting crowd and into the hallway, slowly but surely.

Just as you walked out from the bar area, you noticed that young man you caught staring before turning around on his heels, following you.

It was a fleeting moment kind of realization, as you noticed Prospect written in bold letters on the back of the kutte the guy was wearing. Immediately you squirmed, pushing your way out of the bar with your elbows, slamming your glass on one of the unoccupied tables as you advanced.

“Shit,” you cursed, your eyes dashing around in search for a place to hide as soon as you reached the hallway.

You were being fucking followed. From the very fucking beginning. And by whom? By the Sons of Fucking Anarchy.

That would definitely up the number of candidates on your list for a well-deserved one night stand.

Thank God they didn’t think of sending someone bigger and meaner-looking, like Tig. Then your chances of getting laid tonight would have been non-existent, with the blue-eyed biker following you around like a shadow... shadow of death.

You froze at the thought, your mind painting the reaper tattoo before your eyes, angry black traits marking Jax’ ripped back.

The Prospect didn’t stay inside with Donna. It’s you he’d been told to follow around.

Clutching both of your fists in a sudden wave of anger that hit you like a speeding train, you muttered obscenities, your chest heaving.

Trying to swim against the current was useless at this point - you couldn’t change the way things were in this town years ago, why jump headfirst into that fight all over again? - yet two could play this game, you thought, Jax fucking Teller.

“Hey there, beautiful,” you were so lost in your thoughts, your eyes drilling a hole in the marble floor, you hadn’t noticed a pair of bright classy purple shoes walk out of the men’s restroom. Your eyes instantly flicked up to face a handsome stranger with deep grey eyes and a three-day black stubble on his razor-sharp cheekbones. The stranger smiled at you warmly, slipping both of his hands in the pockets of his expensive-looking jeans.

Bingo, you thought, mix of liquid courage and adrenaline spilling into your veins.

“Hi,” giving him a half-smile, you threw a quick glance over your shoulder.

Damn Prospect was watching you through the small dirty window in the door.

Grabbing the stranger by the lapels of his leather jacket, you pulled him in, your lips smashing against his.

You couldn’t even register one thing at a time, whirlwind of sensations and puzzle-like thoughts flooding your mind. He smelled of leather, cigarette smoke and musk, a sinful mix so familiar your stomach ached in an overwhelming need to stain yourself with it; steal it, carry it. The only thing stopping you was the absence of an important undernote, something sugary and spicy like oud or patchouli...

You figured it out in a matter of seconds, and even though the detail was bound to ruin everything, you still tried. Tried to fool yourself.

Even though his lips were a little too full for your liking. A little too soft. A little too innocent. A little too different from what you loved.

With your eyes closed, you bit his bottom lip, focusing on the way his rough cheeks felt against the palms of your hands as you cupped his face.

He didn’t bite back. He didn’t grab your hips with his hands, pulling you in closer. He didn’t moan into your mouth.

You didn’t click and that was that.

You still tried.

Holding on to that familiarity of rough beard under your fingertips, his scent completely engulfing you, you thought whether he hollowed his cheeks when he inhaled the smoke. He wasn’t a manual worker - you could tell from the softness of his touch as he positioned one of his hands on the nape of your neck. Exactly, positioned - that was the word. To describe a nearly mechanic movement of those soft little fingers.

Probably ain’t that good with his hands, darlin’ - Jax’ shit-eating grin appeared before your eyes for a millisecond, exactly the time it took for you to try and get a hold of yourself again.

You tried.

Your eyes fluttered open as the stranger rolled his tongue over your bottom lip - a little provocation that made you lose your mind back in the day. This time it felt like an ice-bucket full of water being dumped on the top of your head. It felt invasive, arrogant and wrong. It felt wrong, fault of his lips, his smell, his cheeks... Fault of him not being who you wanted him to be.

The stranger kissed you with his grey eyes open. And it shouldn’t have mattered at all - for all you knew, you’d have never seen him again - but it fucking did; the man you wanted always closed his eyes with your lips on his.

‘Hey, could you...’ you whispered, your lips still touching his. ‘Could you please close your eyes?...’

No answer followed. The stranger moved his head a little, confused look of those grey eyes settling on your face.

You ransacked your mind for something to say that could justify the shitty stunt you pulled; nothing came out. Luckily, the outside world came knocking soon enough.

‘Y/N!’ swinging the door to the bar open, Donna and her flushed and happy face came into view. ‘We’re doing shots, you with us?’

‘Yeah!’ you answered a little too quickly, relief in your voice almost tangible. ‘I’m coming’.

You gave the stranger a sympathetic look before letting go of his jacket.

‘I’m sorry,’ you told him blankly, not sure what kind of emotion he’d expect from you, given the context. ‘It was nice meeting you, uh...’

‘Gabriel’, he filled in, his lips still raw from the kiss you shared.

‘Gabriel,’ you repeated, knowing you’d forget his name the moment you’d turn away. ‘See you around, I guess’.

Just as you left the man with purple shoes behind, following Donna, you noticed the Prospect by the bar. He caught your eyes and gave you an uneasy smile.

For a spy, the guy isn’t exactly hiding, you thought. Biting the inside of your cheeks, you decided to finish what you started for once and headed his way.

Nighttime had always been the time for his demons to come out to play. To bring out the worst in him.

Tonight, however, felt different.

The night was silent, save for the car engines revving miles away from Teller Morrow. Stars dotted the inky sky, their shine so bright they looked like holes in heaven’s floor.

Jax’s mind was clear – not a single stray thought corrupting the peacefulness of the moment. The roof may have trembled under his feet, good old tunes rocking the walls of the club, but he heard none of it, not a single note. Hollowing his cheeks, he took a deep drag of his cigarette ; the smoke eddied coolly down his throat, until he puffed it out slowly – milky white and circular.

This stillness was new to Jax, the feeling of time rolling by in its silent and endless way soothing him. He wallowed in it for a moment ; until the thuds of careful steps reached his ears.

Dumping the cigarette butt over the roof and straight down on the parking lot, Jax watched Opie’s impressive, broad frame block the harvest moon from the view, as he slowly climbed the stairs.

‘If this ain’t the man of the hour,’ Jax said, his lips bearing the semblance of a smile. ‘Tired of enjoying your last days of freedom yet?’

Opie chuckled quietly, making his way to his best friend. He shook his head slightly, taking a seat next to Jax, his eyes immediately drawn to the beauty that was the night sky.

‘I’ve belonged to Donna since forever, man,’ Opie shrugged, moonlight reflecting in his dark eyes. ‘This is just an excuse for boys to enjoy booze and pussy’.

Jax rolled his tongue over his bottom lip before biting on it, smiling knowingly.

‘Yeah,’ he let out, nodding slowly. Fumbling with his cigarettes, he offered one to Ope. Winston gladly accepted, lighting it up.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, listening to downtown Charming snore softly in its agitated sleep.

‘Saw you talking to Ima at the bar,’ Opie was first to break the silence, exhaling the smoke. ‘She still carries a torch for you?’

A crooked half-smile graced Jax’ face at the question; he slowly stood up, raising both of his hands and stretching, the hoodie he was wearing rolling up a tad, thus showing toned muscles.

‘Don’t even get me started on this one, man’, Jax shook his head, raising his eyebrows in desperate gesture. ‘She keeps pestering me about that old lady shit…’

Opie whistled, watching Jax lean over the roof barrier, and following him shortly.

‘Ima? An old lady?’ Opie repeated in disbelief, Jax watching him with a blooming smirk. ‘She’s really getting desperate ain’t she?’

Jax let out a booming laugh before staring down into the ground, his thoughts taking him elsewhere.

Comfotable silence settled over the roof again. It were as if the world had stopped, came to a much needed halt, yet both Jax and Opie knew the feeling wouldn’t last.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever get around to what you’re doing, Ope’, Teller suddenly confessed, unblinking, voicing the thoughts that’d been plaguing his mind for what seemed like ages. ‘How am I supposed to ask someone to just open themselves up to the neverending load of shit we’re dealing with on a regular basis? I deal arms, I sell porn, I hurt people. That’s all I’m good for. Who would ever want to be associated with this kind of psycho, huh? Maybe Ima is my end game.’

Jax smiled bitterly, stealing a quick glance at the Teller Morrow sign on his left, even unlit a painful reminder of who he was. Opie grabbed Jax’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

‘Bullshit,’ he protested, shoving Jax back a tad unintentionally. He looked Teller right into the eyes, holding that heavy stare of stormy blue orbs for a moment. ‘I know someone who did want that, Jax’, he finally said, letting go of his friend, sadness lacing his words. ‘You’re not asking for a goddamn moon’.

The Vice-President of SAMCRO sneered, biting on the inside of his cheek. Opie knew he took a plunge in dangerous waters with that statement, but he also knew he needed to put this shit Jax’d been going through ever since that fight of yours on the table.

‘Damn straight I am,’ Jax bit back roughly, not even trying not to rise to the bait. ‘That someone you know made sure I was aware of that,’ he spat, his voice dripping with anger.

‘You’re not being fair, man’ Opie stated sternly, taking a step back and shoving both hands into his jeans’ pockets, his eyes never quitting Jax’ face. ‘You both said things you didn’t mean that night. Besides,’ his voice softening up a bit, he continued. ‘Can you really blame her? After what we did to the A.T.F.?’

Jax scoffed, turning his head in Opie’s direction. The fire that anger lit in his eyes wasn’t quite gone yet, its sparks still lingering on the surface of Teller’s irises.

‘Donna didn’t seem to mind,’ he observed spitefully, turning around and leaning on the barrier, folding his hands across his chest, as if protecting his bleeding heart.

‘Donna doesn’t know!’ Opie retorted almost instantly. ‘That’s why I’m still marrying her on Tuesday!’ once the words were out of his mouth, he rubbed one of his hands against his beard, looking away, exasperated. ‘Y/N didn’t tell her shit’, he added quietly.

Gritting his teeth, Jax faced the barrier again, grabbing it with both of his hands. Rocking himself back and forth on his heels, he let out an irritated, rumbling sigh.

There was something in that sound of air pushing its way in between Jax’s lips that made Opie freeze; the fierceness of heartache behind it. Opie watched. He watched Jax’s face, as Teller bit the inside of his bottom lip, shaking his head, lowering his gaze – hiding those glossy baby blues of his.

Then he knew.

Jax’s anger was nothing but a shield for pain. Empty bravado. Signifying nothing.

Each word coming out of Teller’s mouth was an activated grenade; Jax was a soldier, cornered by his pain, scared, desperate and so damn lonely. Bitterness was his surviving mechanism. Little did he know that those verbal grenades he threw would eventually end up backfiring at him. And then that anger – that shield he carried – would clatter to the ground and the pain would hit him like a tsunami. Choking him. Drowning him.

‘I don’t care,’ Jax finally spoke, facing his best friend again. Strangled emotion seeped out of his words, only confirming what Ope had already knew. ‘If I had to choose between Y/N and that A.T.F.’s wife again, I wouldn’t have done a damn thing differently. I will always choose Y/N.’

Protectiveness rang in Jax’s voice, like bullets falling on the ground. He eyed Opie almost threateningly, daring him to challenge his statement.

Opie nodded slowly, reassuringly. This simple gesture made Jax’s body relax a bit, as he rolled back his shoulders.

‘I know, man,’ Opie spoke calmly. ‘Y/N knows it, too, and she’s grateful, trust me. There was only one way to do it with her getting out alive,’ Winston frowned at the thought, watching the same kind of expression darken Jax’s features. ‘She now lives with the weight of two deaths on her shoulders, for God’s sake, cut her some slack.’

‘She didn’t pull that trigger on the A.T.F. when he came asking about his old lady, Ope,’ Jax rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands tiredly. He clearly did not want to have the same kind of conversation with Ope that he would have with himself in the darkness of the night. ‘I did’, he said, more to himself than to Winston, not even looking at his brother. ‘I killed him.’

Jax vocalized what he’d been telling himself ever since you left, forcing himself to believe that this – he – was the reason you two broke and could never be put together again.

‘Those two deaths are on me,’ he added, hoping his mind would be satisfied with the self-hatred audible in his confession. But it wasn’t. He knew the same thoughts would be back to haunt him in the night all over again.

‘This is on Mayans, Jax, all of it’, Opie tried to counter, watching Jax being submerged with the idea of who he thought he was. The idea that was, of course, complete and utter bullshit. ‘All you did was protecting your family. Protecting the club.’

‘Yeah, whatever’, Jax managed a small smile, almost free of bitterness. ‘It’s over, Ope. It’s done’.

Lowering his head, Jax searched for his cigarettes in his pockets, slapping his palms against the leather of his kutte. Finally finding what he’d been looking for, he took a Zippo lighter from Opie’s stretched hand and lit up the cancer stick.

Hollowing his cheeks, inhaling deeply, Jax raised his eyebrows at Ope, judging from his uneasy expression that he wanted to speak, but weren’t sure how to go about it.

‘You know it ain’t over, man’ Winston finally managed, his voice quiet and hoarse. ‘You still love her’.

The statement made Jax chuckle for some mysterious reason ; he threw his head back, slowly exhaling the smoke as it carressed his lips. Watching Ope with the same amused yet hard expression he learned to master, Jax spread his arms, as wide as they would go.

‘Yeah, well, I guess I’m shit out of luck then, ain’t I?’ a wicked smile grew on his mouth. ‘I’ll just have to find someone half as good as her, and that’s that. Consider myself lucky if I do.’

Opie huffed out a breath, looking away and down at the parking lot, shaking his head. Jax leaned against the roof barrier, taking another deep drag of his cigarette, dropping his gaze.

‘Or,’ Opie broke the silence all of the sudden. ‘You can just talk to her. Work this shit out’.

Jax gave his friend a sideways glance, a ghost of hope settling along the curves of his red lips.

‘She won’t see me, Ope,’ Jax’s words were contradicting his body language. He stood straighter, letting his chest open up as he leaned backfirst onto the barrier. ‘I’m dead to her’.

‘Guess she’s here to visit your grave then,’ Opie smirked, motioning towards the parking lot with a slight movement of his chin.

Jax’s immediate reaction was a deep, skin-creasing frown, his mind a surging perplexity. Opie could literally see the realization dawn on him, the walls he had spent all these years bulding high and deep crumbling at his feet. All it took was one look at you ; one look at that black car that brought you home.

Dread flashing in his blue eyes, excitement creeping up his spine, Jax didn’t even realize he’d been holding his breath for three minutes straight. His heart trying to escape the rattling cage that was his chest, Teller closed his eyes. Anticipation tingling through him like electric current, down to his Nike-cladded feet, he bit his bottom lip, regaining control over his body.

His blue sparkling eyes flashed in the darkness as Opie’s gentle, yet slightly mocking voice cut the tension like a knife :

‘If I were you,’ trying to keep the urge to smile at bay, Winston pursued his lips. ‘I’d hurry downstairs before Ima spots Y/N at the entrance…’

‘Shit !’ Jax hissed, already climbing down the stairs as fast as his feet would take him. In one adrenaline-fuelled jump he leapt towards the entrance door of the club, his brain on fast-forward and his heart skipping several beats at a time at the thought of seeing you…

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #jax teller x you #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam imagine #soa one shot #jax teller one shot #jax teller angst

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ncttwinkies-blog · 6 years

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Jealous ~ Taeyong x Y/n

REQUEST: Can I request Taeyong smut? I don’t mind plot. Thank you in advance

A: Of course !!! So I made this a bit kinky, and some angst

Sorry this took a whole week !! :(

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It was a cold night. You wanted to cuddle with your boyfriend but you were mad at your boyfriend Taeyong. It started off over something small, but than turned into something bigger. You were looking through his phone. Something that you and him were both very confident in. Both of you have nothing to hide. So he wouldn’t mind, when you would go on his social media or his messages. Although it seems a bit crazy, you didn’t mind he did the same thing and usually, you wouldn’t check his phone. You are very confident that he wouldn't have eyes onto someone, until you found out something on his phone. That shouldn’t have been seen.

At night while Taeyong was asleep already you lost your phone so you were going to call your phone so you could find it. Being the extra person you are. You go through the message app to call yourself that was when you stumbled on one of his messages. The name that was on the phone was ‘Sweet S💕🤩’. At first you didn’t think much of it. It could of honestly been his sister, but than a message popped up from the person. It was a text message. The message was ‘Hey’. You couldn’t help it but want to know what they talk about. So you did, what your mind told you too. Which was to view the messages and reply to what whoever that was.

It was a picture of a girl with dark long brown hair. Her skin color tanned and her lips with the shade pink on them. She had no clothes on except her lingerie. It was a nude. You were shocked finding this. The message sent with the nude said ‘Come over now daddy~’. But what was even more shocking to find was what Taeyong sent ‘Right over baby girl ;)’. You couldn’t believe someone who you trust would cheat on you like this.

So you waited for Taeyong to come home from his busy day at work. He usually would come around 10pm. You stood there with an expression on your face saying ‘I’m pissed’. He opened the door to see you there and wasn’t really shocked. He was more surprised to see you there.

“Baby~ what’s wrong ?” Taeyong said and walked over to where you were siting.

“Don’t call me baby”. You said and stood up facing him.

“What’s wrong because I have no idea...”He said and also stood up. He looked down on you because you were shorter than him.

“Wow, really. Your really saying ‘what’s wrong’.” You said with a annoyed tone.

“I honestly have no idea what your mad about”. He said averting his gaze.

“So your telling me that you haven’t been fucking around with other girls !” You said and stepped back from him before he tried to touch you.

“I don’t understand y/n I would never do anything like that”. He said and took a step towards you.

“Save it for later don’t come at me with any of that lying bullshit”. You said stepping even further away from him.

“Y/n ! You know I have eyes for you only”. He said and took more steps towards you. Until you hit your back against the wall.

“Than who is ‘Sweet S’”. You went underneath his arm stepped back a little and faced him.

“I can explain...” He moved facing you.

“Taeyong just go. I really don’t want someone who is cheating on me”. You said pointing at the door.

“She is just a friend-“ You cut him off before he could say anything more.

“JUST GO !” You said pointing at the door and he walked out and slammed the door.

That’s all what happened. As you were remembering what happened you began to cry and felt the pain in your heart. It has been over a week and you still couldn’t get over it.

Ding* went your phone, It was a message from Jiheyo (your bestfriend). ‘We are going to a party. I don’t want you to be depressed all week so get ready now. I’m coming over like in 2 hours’. You didn’t know how to feel, but maybe she is right. Maybe you really needed to get out. You couldn’t just stay in and be depressed all week, or maybe you could. Either way you got ready.

You found a short red dress in the back of your closets. You never seen it up until now, so you decide to wear it. It was short. It should a bit of cleavage making them appear bigger than they are. It hugged your curves perfectly making you stand out more. You turned around in the mirror and realized that maybe it was too sexy, you still kept it on though.

You also did your makeup perfectly. Your hair straightened. ‘Done’ you said to yourself just putting on a little bit more lip stick. ‘Just in time’ you said as soon as the door bell ranged.

You arrived at the party along side with Jheyo. There you saw him. He was talking to other girls and they were all clinging up all over him. Jehyo noticed that I looked down trying to avoid looking at him. So she turned me around and told me ‘It will be alright y/n, show’em who should be the one missing you’. Although the words might sound weird it was strangely enough to boost my confident up.

‘Okay I will, he is going to regret losing someone like me’. I said and smiling at her. ‘Yea ! Show him !!’ She said and leaving after words. To do who knows what, probably to go make out.

“Hey baby girl, I see that you are alone wanna talk for a little”. Said someone, I turned around and it was a really pretty boy. He was really handsome. He was wearing a black shirt with black ripped jeans.

“Okay, only if you tell me your name”. I said and starred up at him.

“Yuta”. He said.

“Okay Yuta~ let’s go somewhere to talk”. I said saying his name longer and sweeter.

“How about over there ?” He said pointing to the couch that was surprisingly free amongst this chaos. It was literally in front of Taeyong. So this was a perfect chance to get back at him.

Both me and Yuta actually had a good conversation. Shocking enough that he really didn’t make it weird or uncomfortable to be with him. He made it seem as if we were friends both this. I could feel that Taeyong would be looking over here every second. ‘I have an idea’ you thought to yourself what if you make him jealous.

“Yuta~ let’s dance”. I said getting up and pulling him along with me to the dance floor a perfect view for Taeyong to see.

The music that stared playing was the perfect song a perfect song for right now. Dua Lipa - one kiss. The beat being perfect. You began grinding on Yuta. Yuta also responded. He held your waist and began doing his body rolls. You would be lying if you didn’t think that it wasn’t hot. The both of you having fun dancing on each other.

Taeyong staring at the both of you from afar.

“Taeyong~ what’s wrong ?” One of the girl’s said while pressing her boobs all over Taeyong. Taeyong stood up not saying a word. His expression with anger. He stoop up from where he was sitting and started walking towards you, of course you didn’t notice because you were actually having a great time with Yuta. Taeyong took your wrist while you were dancing and pulled you to the side. You turned around not wanting it to be some creepy guy. Instead it was the person you were still mad at.

“Y/n ! What the hell, do you think you are doing ?” He said and his voice was filled with jealousy.

“I don’t Taeyong, maybe actually having fun. You could just go with those girl’s since you obviously like them more than me. I said with anger in my voice.

“Let’s go”. Taeyong said and practically forcing you to leave the party.

You were in Taeyong’s car, the atmosphere was obviously awkward and silent. You knew he was mad but he had no right to be mad at you. If he was doing the same than why can’t you. You both arrived at your shared apartment he opened the door with his key. You didn’t want to enter but you kinda had to. It’s where you live.

“So you think that going around with other guys, is a good thing ?” He said and turned around and pushed you to the wall.

“Well, you don’t-” He cut you off and kissed you. The kiss being rough he didn’t take no time to try and stick your tongue in his. The both of you fighting for dominance. His hands traveling down from your hips to your ass. He give your ass a light squeeze and that made you gasp. He took that chance to stick his tongue in your mouth. Taeyong smirking during the kiss knowing that he won.

“Jump”. Taeyong said while trying to catch his breathe. So you jumped and held on to him. Your legs around his waist. His hands holding your ass for support. He carried you to the bed room and pushed you down. His hands on the side to support himself. He kissed you again and this time it was much more passionate than the other one.

Your hands traveling down his stomach to his member. You lightly touched it and he reacted almost losing himself so quickly at your touch.

“F-fuck y/n”. He said groaning.

“Don’t touch me, bad kitten”. He said knowing that if you touch him again he would lose his dominance and would remain like a loyal dog to you.

Taeyong turned to your right side and grabbed two things from the drawer. It was a condom and handcuffs. He grabbed both both of your wrist and handcuffed you to the bed. Restricting you from touching him. He took off his pants alongside with his boxers. His member quickly springing up. His face seemed flushed with the color red but you barely even notice. He opened up the packet and put on the condom.

“Oh y/n, the things you make me do”. He said and ripped off your dress from you.

He quickly attacked your neck leaving hickeys all over your neck. He found your sweet spot and you couldn’t help but moan. He suddenly stopped and you slightly whined. He admired you one last time before he knew that he was going to fuck you up hard.

His hands went down to your dripping core. ‘Already so wet for me’. He said whispering to your ears in a seductive tone. He touched your cloth area slightly and slid off your panties. He stuck one of his fingers inside of you and teasing you by going really slow.

“T-Taeyong faster~”. You said trying to stop moaning.

“Awe does my baby want me to go faster”. He said sticking in another finger in you, but was still going at the same slow pace.

“Y-yes Taeyong~”.

“Well if my baby says to than I will”. He said going much more faster. His fingers curling inside you making you moan even more louder.

“I’m about t-to”. You couldn’t finish your sentence because you were moaning so much but he understood.

“Not Today, Baby”. He said and took out his fingers.

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So I’m sorry that I didn’t end it ! I thought that it would kinda only be fair for y/n ! She did assume he was cheating when she didn’t get to hear the whole story. LOL (Lots Of Love)

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bastardsonofday · 6 years

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You Ain’t Getting Over Him

Prequel to Best Kind of Friends

title from new rules by dua lipa

no editing we die like mne

rhycien smut

ao3 best kind of friends ko-fi commisions

“Never do that again.”

“You don’t own me!” Lucien snarled at Tamlin.

Tam clutched at the desk he’s leaning on. “As long as you’re my Emissary, you’ll do as I say!”

“Fuck you, Tam.”

“You slept with the enemy!”

“Technically, we never slept.”

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear that!”

“What is your fucking problem? You’ve never cared about who I had sex with before!”

“Because your partners weren’t Rhysand.” Lucien opened his mouth to argue, but Tamlin continued yelling. “He killed my father, Lucien!”

“You killed his sister and mother!”

“Really missing the point, Lucien. He’s the enemy. Sleep with his Court. Sleep with his people. Sleep with his significant other. Sleep with the rest of the fucking Country! I don’t care, just. Not. Him. Please, Lucien. Just not Rhysand.”

Tamlin looked like he was on the verge of tears. There were dents in the oak table from Tamlin’s hands. Lucien guessed he had to be glad that he grateful that was all Tamlin’s hands were crushing. Lucien sighed, relenting. “Fine, Tamlin. Fine.” He said softly. “I won’t see Rhysand anymore. Fine.”

Tamlin didn’t even say ‘thank you’.

It had been forty-nine years, and no Rhysand. None, whatsoever. Until Calanmai, when Rhysand had mysteriously appeared. When Lucien had seen him, Rhys pulled him behind a tree. When Rhys usually pulled Lucien behind a tree something of the scandalous nature generally happened, but not now. Now, Rhys looked concerned. He spoke in a low voice and quickly. It took Lucien a minute for his brain to catch-up. Then, Lucien realized what Rhys was saying. Feyre had been out here. She was out of her room. Lucien’s eyes widened, and before he could get a word in edgewise, Rhys winnowed away—leaving Lucien standing in the woods alone.

Lucien woke up when he heard the doors close with a click. Lucien opened his eyes but didn’t move. He listened to the person’s footsteps as they got closer and closer. It could be very many people. Probably not Amarantha, he couldn’t hear her heels but could hear boots. Not Tamlin. Tamlin was way heavier than this guy. Could it be some other High Lord or…?

“Hello little Lucien.” Lucien got a noseful of mint.

Lucien sat up, and turned around. His back was raw and scarring, but the pain was mostly gone. Movement was slightly irritating, especially because of his shirt rubbing against his wounds, but not outwardly painful. “Rhys.”

Rhysand leaned against the door to the cell, his hands in his pockets. His hair ruffled despite not seeing wind in months, and a sparkle in his dim violet eyes. The smirk on his lips was evil. It shouldn’t have made Lucien’s stomach twist, but it did.

No. Lucien told himself, like he did every time Rhys came to him like this. No. No. No. You can’t do this. You’re betraying Tamlin.

And yet, he always did it anyway.

Not this time.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Checking up on you.” Rhys said. Lucien must have scoffed, because Rhys got defensive in that suave way he did. “Why? Do Booty Call Rules mean I can’t check up on my favorite-well, booty?”

Lucien rolled his eyes. “You suck.”

“I do indeed do that.” Rhys said, his voice low. Lucien didn’t like the fact that they were both wearing clothes still.

No, Lucien. Bad Lucien. Stop that.

“So I hear.” Lucien said, his voice devoid of humor. He knew he shouldn’t have, but he did—and Rhys frowned. Right words, wrong tone. This wasn’t how their game was played.

“What’s up?” Rhys walked over to Lucien and sat next to him. “Rather cuddle?” He asked with a wiggling eyebrow.

No. Say no, Lucien. No. No no no no no- “Honestly?”

Rhys raised an eyebrow. “Honestly.”

“I’d rather do much more than cuddle.”

Rhys grinned and leaned in, his hand crawled onto Lucien’s leg. No, Lucien. No no no NOO NO NO NO NO BAD-

Before Lucien could object Rhys stumbled back, as if he had been pushed. Rhys’ eyes were wide. “Okay, woah. You don’t need to shout...” Rhys said, but he didn’t seem upset.

Shou-? Oh. Oops.

“Rhys, wait-” Lucien said. He stood to grab Rhys’ hand and stopped. Don’t do this. The little voice in his head told him. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.

“You hate me. Don’t you?” Rhys whispered.

“What-? No-!”

“Lucien, why are you suddenly so against sleeping with me? It’s not-Tamlin isn’t hurting you, is he?”

“What? No! Don’t be ridiculous.” Now was not the time for that. “Rhys, I just-Tamlin says-”

“‘Tamlin says’? Is that it?” Rhys scoffed. He crossed his arms, and leaned back against the wall.

“He’s my friend, Rhys-”

“He’s an asshole.”

“And my High Lord.” Lucien said. Rhys clenched his jaw. “Rhysand. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Tamlin’s always objected, what’s different now?”

Lucien swallowed thickly. “We haven’t been together for a long time.”

“Unfortunately, I am aware of that fact.” Rhys said with a hint of wistfulness in his voice.

“Rhys, Tam and I are friends.”

“Unfortunately, I am also aware of that fact.” Only bitterness.

“I can’t keep doing this.”

“Why? Because I’m the enemy? ‘Cuz I’m the Big Bad High Lord of Night? Because I’m evil?”

“Because it’s not fair to Tamlin, and it’s not fair to me.”

Rhys’ eyebrows drew together with a frown. “What’s not fair to you?”

Lucien scowled at Rhys. “Don’t care about Tamlin?”

“Why should I? He’s not my friend.”

“And I am?” Water brimmed at Lucien’s eyes. They were just fuck-buddies. Why was Rhysand fighting this? Why did he care?

“Yeah, Lucien.” Rhys sighed. He looked disappointment. “I thought I was your friend too. You know, since we’re the only people in this entire country who recognize that this entire thing is fucking bullshit and we’re all wearing masks.” Rhys sighed. “Maybe we have been apart too long, you’re letting Tamlin rot your mind, Vanserra.”

Last name territory, uh-oh. “Rhys, it’s not like that!”

“Isn’t it?” Rhys turned to walk out.

“Rhys, stop.”

“You don’t want to fuck or talk, then I’m leaving.” Rhys said.

“Rhys-”

“Don’t do that. Don’t ‘Rhys’ me.”

“He’s my High Lord! What am I supposed to do?”

“What we’ve been doing for the past few decades? Despite him knowing?”

Lucien’s back itched. He looked at the ground. That little voice in his head continued to wail and warn: Don’t do it. You’ll regret it. Please Lucien, you’ll never be able to stop fucking him unless you stop yourself from touching him in the first place. Lucien really hated that little voice in his head. Mostly, because he knew it was right. Even if he didn’t like what it said.

Rhys shook his head, hair falling into his eyes. Lucien’s belly twisted and his body shivered. “I guess we’re over then, Lucien.”

“Rhys-”

“Are we over or not?” Rhys asked.

“Rhys, it’s not that simple.”

“It’s a yes or no question, Lucien. I think it is that simple.”

Don’t do it, Lucien. Don’t do it.

“No.”

Clearly that was not the answer Rhys had expected. “What?”

“No.” Lucien repeated. He took a few strides right up to Rhysand, pushed him up against the wall and kissed him. Hard. Rhys grinned against his lips. Lucien pulled back, dropped down from his toes (it bugged him that Rhys was taller than he was—made a great many things inconvenient, even if it was a small height difference).

Rhys blew hair out of his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Lucien’s neck and pushed him up against the wall, and Lucien screamed. “Stop!” Rhys froze, eyes wide. What just happened? What did he do?

Lucien wasn’t leaning on the wall. His eyes were wide and his pupil was dilated, but he shook too. His shaky hands brushed strands of hair from his face. His lips and skin seemed paler than normal.

“Hey? You okay?” Rhysand asked. He bent down and brought Lucien into an upright position. Lucien trembled in his arms. “What-What just happened? Did you change your mind?”

Lucien gulped, taking in a deep breath as he did. “I-I’m okay. Just-That-That hurt.” He mumbled, blushing. The remnants of pain stung the endings of his limbs—his fingers tingled. He shrugged Rhysand off.

“What hurt?”

“Don’t-No pressing me against anything. My back it-it isn’t healed yet.” Lucien mumbled.

“She didn’t let you heal?” Rhys asked softly.

“It’s fine, Rhys. Really, it’s-”

“Turn around.”

“Rhysand-”

“Turn around.” Rhys ordered. Lucien rolled his eyes, but did as he was told (for once in his life). Lucien turned, and pulled off his shirt in a swift gesture—showcasing his back to Rhys’ scrutiny.

“Can I touch?” Rhys asked gently.

Lucien nodded.

Slowly, Rhys touched a finger to the puckered red half-scabs on his back. Most had already turned into scars, but some weren’t at that stage yet. Lucien gasped. He ground his teeth together and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Oh! Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s fine. Just… your hands are cold and the skin is still… sensitive.” Lucien mumbled.

Rhys grinned, and even though Lucien couldn’t see it since Rhys was behind him, Lucien could feel it on his neck. It made him flush. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?” Rhys purred. He pressed his lips to the first scar. Magic flowed from him… an anesthetic. Lucien gasped, eyes wide, and clenched his fists together. He pulled himself away from Rhysand and turned around.

“You-You don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to.”

“I’m still the enemy, Rhys.”

Rhys put his hand on Lucien’s forearm and the other went to Lucien’s face. Rhys brushed away a stray hair, his other hand stroking the forearm comfortingly. Slowly, Rhys leaned down to kiss Lucien. Lucien didn’t pull away.

The kiss was like sparks. It glittered in Lucien’s mouth, and warmth spread over his body. The warmth, he knew, had nothing to do with the his magic. The kiss was languid and sweet. Soft, like the ones he used to share with Jes or Andras—not like the ones he and Rhys usually gave each other. Those kisses were always hard and wanting and so very hot. Danger tinged every movement they made together, for fear they’d be caught or worse. But this… this was sweet. That was what made Lucien blush. It shouldn’t have been that way, but it was.

Rhysand pulled back and grinned at him annoyingly. “You’re turning red.” He said, his eyes glittering in a way that could have been misconstrued as malicious. “That’s cute.”

“The day I turn red for you, Rhysand, will be the day I kiss your ass.”

“Oh? So you want to kiss my ass tonight? Is that what you want?”

“Fuck you.”

“You always do.”

Lucien burst into laughs from their foreplay as Rhys kissed him again. Dangerous and hot? Yes. But always full of laughs and sly grins. If you couldn’t laugh with your lover, then really, what good was being silly during sex? What good was playing these games? To get Rhys to break, that was always Lucien’s goal (and visa versa). It was what made this cruel, stupid world better; to be able to laugh.

Rhys’ hands slowly traveled to Lucien’s back, curling around it and pulling Lucien closer to Rhys. Lucien’s hands were already on his shirt, and Rhys was grinning as Lucien struggled to pull it over his head. With every touch of Rhys’ hands, a small stinging sensation entered Lucien and then vanished and was replaced with nothing. Not even numb—painkiller would have been simpler magic to work, but Rhys was never one to half-ass something-well, he would half-ass something just not this particularly thing.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine.” Lucien whispered between kisses.

“But I want to.” Rhysand responded, breathing Lucien in with every word.

Lucien pulled back from Rhysand before he began to travel down Rhys’ neck and chest to his lower target area. “And apparently, what the High Lord wants. The High Lord gets.” Tamlin be damned. Just one more time.

He lowered himself further, kissing his way down Rhys’ chest until Lucien was on his knees in front of Rhys. He bit hickeys around his partner’s pants as he undid their clasps. The pants fell to the ground, and Rhys kicked them off, forgotten in the side of the room. Rhys stumbled when Lucien pulled down his underwear too, and soon Rhys had fallen on the ground. Graceful when horny? Rhys was not.

Lucien snorted, and let Rhys sit back up, naked on the ground. “What?” Rhys asked, pinking slightly.

“Aw, Rhys. You’re turning red.” Lucien said, repeating his own words to him. Lucien pressed a quick kiss to his inner thigh. “That’s cute.”

“The day I turn red for you, Lucien Vanserra, is the day you pound me into the ground of your cell.”

“Oh?” Lucien raised an eyebrow as he began to kiss Rhys’ pelvis, making his way over to more sensitive areas. “You want me to pound you? Is that what you want?”

Rhysand chuckled and let out a moan as Lucien licked his hard dick. He quivered in anticipation. “Fuck me,” he breathed.

“My pleasure.”

Lucien began to suck Rhysand off. The process was slow, as Lucien worked him up. Lucien’s hands lay beneath Rhys’s ass, to both stabilize Lucien and to begin to work Rhysand open. Lucien used what was left of his magic to warm his hands, slowly massaging Rhysand’s ass to relax his muscles. Lucien continued to blow and Rhys began to make quite obscene moans. Rhys clenched his hands, putting them over his head and looking down so he could watch what Lucien was doing. Every time Lucien would take his mouth from Rhys’ head Rhys would whimper, and Lucien would take a breath and then go to the base of Rhys’ penis and lick and kiss his way back up.

The massaging of Rhys’ ass continued, slowly spreading warmth through his cheeks. The heat made Rhys grow pinker. Seeing Rhys’ face—flush and staring at him, mouth open, pupils blown—made Lucien chuckle as he sucked Rhys off. The vibration from his laugh rubbed against Rhys’ dick, and Rhys cried out a “Fuck! Lucien! Fuck!” and whip his head back, thrusting his hips forward further into Lucien’s throat. Lucien took the thrusts, and when Rhys regained control of his hips. Lucien deepthroated him, sending him back into a flurry of “fucks!” and “Lucien!” and “Luci-! Fuckin-!” and a great many other obscene exclamations.

Rhysand came into Lucien’s mouth without holding out very long (relative to their other excursions). Lucien assumed it was because it had been so long for them, and Rhys just didn’t have the stamina anymore. Lucien swallowed until Rhys was done and then sat back on his heels and wiped at his mouth.

Rhys pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes as he rode out his orgasm. Finally, his breathing slowed and his sighs and moans became silent. Rhys sat up, and saw his partner hard though his pants. “Well that just won’t do.” Rhys said.

On shaky legs he climbed over slowly, and helped Lucien pull off his own bottoms, releasing his very hard and (as Rhys put it) in-need-of-attention dick. Lucien leaned against a wall, surprised when his back hit it and he experienced no pain. Rhysand had done as he said he would do, he healed Lucien. And even though Lucien was extremely horny and turn on, he couldn’t help but interrupt the mood as Rhys lowered himself to Lucien’s pelvis.

“What do I owe you?” It was a dangerous question, Lucien knew. But better ask now, while the High Lord of Night was crazed with his orgasm than later when Rhys would come to collect in full control of his facilities.

Rhys raised an eyebrow, and evil smirk falling on his lips. “Besides a couple orgasms, I’m sure we can think of something.” Rhys lowered his mouth onto Lucien’s penis and Lucien gasped. His hands clenched in Rhys’ silky midnight tresses. For a moment, Lucien wasn’t Lucien, just a mess of hormones and pleasure.

And then that damned little voice was back. “I meant for my back.” Lucien said when he could form words again.

Rhysand frowned and pulled himself off of Lucien’s dick. He slowly pressed kisses down the shaft and placed hickeys on his thighs. “Nothing.” He said finally.

“W-What?” The stammer was more because of the sex than the surprise of Rhys’ answer.

“Nothing.”

“Yo-You never do a-anything for free.” Lucien whispered as Rhys began to massage Lucien’s balls in his left hand and draw lazy circles on Lucien’s hip with his right.

“I do when it suits me to. If I traded healing for sex with you, it wouldn’t really be consensual, would it? But since I would like to ride you against hard surfaces, your back will have to be healed. Thus is life. Thus is sex.”

“Thus is shut up and get your mouth back on my dick.”

“Eloquent, Lucien. I can totally tell why you were chosen as emissary with that sharp wit of yours.”

“Sharp tongue too, as you well know.” Lucien snapped back. Rhys nipped at his inner thigh and Lucien let out a moan. Pre-cum began to pearl at his head.

Rhys chuckled and licked the pre-cum up before enclosing his mouth around the whole of Lucien’s head. He pumped with his hands and sucked. Lucien’s hips thrusted involuntarily into Rhys’ mouth, and Rhys sped up his pace to match Lucien. Rhys scooted Lucien’s hips forward slightly, and slipped one finger up to Lucien’s ass. He massaged the muscles on Lucien’s rim while he sucked Lucien’s penis. Lucien moaned and panted, his hair knotted and sweaty from the sex. Rhys grinned around Lucien’s cock. He scraped Lucien’s dick lightly with his teeth before plunging his finger into Lucien’s asshole, making Lucien scream and cum at the same time.

Rhys swallowed the semen dutifully, curling and extending his finger in Lucien’s ass. The sensations that washed over Lucien made him see stars. When Rhys hit Lucien’s G-Spot another rush of pleasure, prickly and perfect, would rush over Lucien in another wave. The orgasm lasted longer than Lucien’s had in a long time, and when it was finished Lucien couldn’t see or hear or smell—only feel as every touch felt electrified and made him shiver and writhe. When the orgasm finally faded away, Lucien slowly blinked his eyes open to Rhys leaning over him, pressing gentle kisses to his body while Lucien rode it out, his finger still pumping in Lucien’s ass.

Lucien let himself come down from his high, and he kissed Rhys back with their usual hardness and spark—tongues intertwining, teeth nipping at lips, hot and wet and open. Rhys continued to work Lucien, hitting Lucien’s G-Spot and watching him arch backwards into the wall and let out a strangled and raspy moan. He wasn’t hard again yet, but since Lucien was from Autumn both knew that his Littler Lucien would be back at full attention in no time. Now, it was the more difficult challenge of getting Rhysand’s member back to hard.

Lucien shifted closer to Rhysand so their legs were intertwined, but so that Rhys could continue fingering him. They kissed as they moved together. Lucien kissed a line down Rhys’ jaw, nipping at the skin there. His hands wandered around Rhys’ body, slowly making their way over to his back and then down to his ass.

Rhys grinned and pulled back enough to speak. “Well, aren’t you eager?”

“Weren’t you the one who asked to be pounded? I’m just getting you ready.” Lucien reminded him as he leaned down to lick Rhys’ rock hard nipples.

Rhys laughed breathlessly. “As I remember it,” he gasped, “you said you wanted to kiss my ass first. I don’t see any ass-kissing.”

Lucien raised an eyebrow. “And you won’t see it when I’ll do it either. But you’ll certainly feel it.”

Lucien shifted Rhys into his lap suddenly, Rhys’ hand falling from Lucien’s ass. Lucien fingered Rhys’ own asshole gently teasing it open. “And I thought I was the only whore Under the Mountain.” Rhys muttered.

Lucien kissed Rhys again, swallowing any moans Rhys’ elicited. Lucien pulled back, saliva connecting their mouth in strings. Rhys gulped thickly. His eyes were heavy-lidded and his pupils were blown so wide Lucien couldn’t even see their iconic violet irises anymore. “You know what they call me: the Slut of Spring.” Lucien replied and he bit down onto Rhys’ shoulder and Rhys cried out. Gently, Lucien stroked Rhys’ penis, nudging it into a state of half-hardness.

There’s no lube here. Lucien told Rhys gently. Rhys’ eyes flickered closed and his breaths came slowly but heavily. Remember the rules?

Red light, green light. Rhys mumbled back. Sometimes for him it was easier, they had found, to speak mind-to-mind when he was in this state. Lucien didn’t particularly love opening his mind-walls but consent, they both agreed, was more important.

Talk to me, Rhysand… Lucien whispered in his mind. He continued to stroke Rhys, pumping him slightly harder and faster. Rhys’ breathing rose in speed, matching Lucien’s pace. He swayed, absorbed in the pleasure and stimulation.

Green light. He said back.

Are you sure?

Just fuck me already. Or, must I insult you one more time?

Lucien chuckled against Rhys’ collarbone. Completely dry, he plunged a finger into Rhys’ asshole, beginning to work him open. “Who’s the whore now?” Lucien teased.

Rhys opened an eye lazily. “Promises, promises.” He hummed. “Last I checked you still weren’t kissing my ass.”

“So needy.” Lucien tsked. Lucien flipped Rhysand, pushing his belly onto the dirty floor of Lucien’s cell. Lucien pushed another finger inside of Rhysand and Rhys cried out, dragging his nails against the hard dirt floor.

Green light.

Lucien fucked Rhys with his fingers, curling his long digits and uncurling them in Rhys’ prostate, making him wither and moan. He jerked his ass back against Lucien’s fingers, and back against the floor. Lucien leaned down and kissed Rhys’ cheek. Happy? Lucien asked to a response of groans and growls.

Lucien chuckled and traveled a hand to Rhys’ bellyside and stroked his completely hard dick. Now, both Lucien and Rhys were erect. Perfect, just a little more opening Rhys’ ass and then they were set to go. The thought of entering Rhys made Lucien’s cock twitched in anticipation. Lucien leaned down and nipped at one of Rhys’ cheeks to distract from Lucien pushing yet a third dry finger into Rhys’ ass. Rhys whimpered in a way that made Lucien want to fuck him even more. The coiling in Lucien’s belly warm and wet. Rhys was already quivering and writhing on the floor, almost gone and Lucien hadn’t even entered him—they were definitely out of practice, usually it took twice the stimulation so far for Rhys to orgasm like he had fifteen minutes ago.

When Rhys’ hole was puckered and stretched open enough, Lucien positioning himself, still stroking Rhysand gently with one hand, and withdrew the other gently. He let Rhys catch his breath while he began to wet his penis. Wetness had begun to form at the tip of Rhys’ head, and Lucien swiped at what was there. He licked his other hand (the one which had been recently burrowed in Rhys’ ass) to gather some moisture. With the two he wet his dick slightly, sliding his hands up and down the shaft as a sort-of natural lube. When he thought he was ready he warned Rhys gently, pressing a kiss to the back of Rhys’ sweat-stricken neck. Then, while Lucien was whispering soft words into his ear (and Rhys was responding rather obscenely in his mind with vigor), Lucien pushed his dick into Rhys’ ass. Rhys screamed at the contact, begging for more in Lucien’s mind.

Rhys babbled both out-loud and in Lucien’s mind. Mixtures of “more” and “Fox boy, my fox boy” and “fuck harder please fuck”.

“More, harder, more, more more, Cauldron Lucien, Cauldron-!”

“N-Not so bad yourself.” Lucien grunted out as he pounded into Rhys’ ass much like he’d promised. His pace was fast and hard, slamming into Rhys roughly. Lucien wrapped a hand around Rhys’ penis, rubbing him out as fast as he pounded into the his lover. Rhys let out a scream as he came not long after Lucien had entered him—beelining for his G-Spot. His semen spurted against the floor and his belly and chest, also covering Lucien’s hand. Lucien let go of Rhys’ penis once his release hit, his own eyes flickering closed as he continued to pound into Rhys.

Rhys’ orgasm rippled through him. His body tensed and released sporadically, sparing Lucien’s dick no rest as his ass clenched and relaxed around it—effectively pumping Lucien’s cock itself. Lucien shuddered, and followed Rhys with his own orgasm after hearing the sounds coming from Rhys’ own pleasure. Lucien came with a hoarse cry, and his fingers dragged down Rhys’ back, leaving behind scrapes.

Once Lucien could coherently think again (though his body still felt like jelly), Lucien slipped out of Rhysand’s ass. He fell to the floor, leaning his head against the ground. He blinked his eyes closed exhausted from his orgasms. So maybe Rhys wasn’t the only one whose stamina needed to be rebuilt up. Rhys scooted over to him, ignoring the mess he dragged with him. Rhys settled with his shoulder in the cranny between Lucien’s neck and chest. Rhys snaked his arms around Lucien and Lucien, whose limbs were still too heavy to move, let himself become intertwined with Rhys. Together they closed their eyes, still panting, and fell into a light and pleasureful haze sleep.

Lucien awoke to the gentle circles being rubbed into his hip. He blinked his good eye open lazily, watching as Rhys drew invisible designs over his torso. Rhys’ eyes flicked up to his and Rhys grinned. He pressed a long languid kiss to Lucien’s lips. He pushed his tongue, and they kissed lazily, hands roaming not for the purpose of turning one another on, but simply to feel the heat of the other under their hands.

Aftercare for them had always been at this slow and cat-like pace—filled with stolen kisses and warm touches like the one they shared now. Lucien opened both of his eyes and pulled back from the kiss wistfully, as if he didn’t want to go. Rhys pressed a kiss to his hairline, and Lucien slowly sat up, regaining some strength in his jelly-like limbs. He glanced down at Rhys, still dirty from rolling around on the ground of the cell and covered in dried semen.

Rhys looked down, seeing what he was. “Oh. That.” Rhys said. He waved a hand flippantly, and the dirt and excess sex disappeared from both of them. Lucien bet that the scratches he’d made down Rhys’ back had already healed too. Besides for the fact that they were both naked and cuddling, Lucien was sure a passerby wouldn’t even be able to tell they’d had sex. Rhysand was good at clean-up magic like this, when aftercare wasn’t available for the two of them.

Lucien settled back in Rhys’ arms. Rhys was so warm, his body curved and muscled. So nice to touch, if Lucien had to be honest. He was broader than Lucien was but that wasn’t hard, Lucien had relatively narrow shoulders. Lucien liked to run his fingers over Rhys’ torso… just feeling. His skin was so smooth and clean—he liked to manscape, Lucien knew. Though Lucien was surprised that he could keep up the regime Under the Mountain—then he remembered that Rhys’ job down here was to have sex, so he guessed Amarantha liked a clean male. That was something Lucien had never needed to know.

Amarantha… what a mood killer.

Lucien’s eyes widened and he bolted from his spot, springing up to his feet. His body suddenly no longer felt heavy or weak. Feyre.

He had to get to her. She was hurt. He’d meant to get to her as soon as he could stand and wasn’t in danger of infection (since he hadn’t been allowed bandages to keep sickness out)-the pain from his back had been so dibilitating he hadn’t be able to leave. But now, since Rhys had healed his back-

“Hey, what’s on fire?” Rhys purred from his spot on the floor.

“Fuck off, Rhys.” That bastard. Lucien had to go. Where the fuck were his pants? Lucien scanned the room frantically for his discarded clothes.

Rhys frowned. “Don’t be a bitch. What’s wrong?” He raised an eyebrow and stood. Lucien found his pants and turned them back from inside out as Rhys pressed a teasing kiss to his neck. Lucien waved him off impaintently. “Talk to me.”

“I have to go.”

“I thought I was the one to always up and leave after sex.”

“Feyre-I have to get to Feyre-”

“Oh no need to do that.” Rhys said. He pushed himself from Lucien, pouting because of Lucien’s insistence to stop playing their little game. He yawned tiredly. “I’ve taken care of it.”

The only words that ran through Lucien’s head were: Tamlin was right.

Tamlin had been right. Completely right. Rhys was the enemy, and Lucien always thought with his dick.

“You did… what?” He breathed, frozen in horror.

Rhys scowled. “I healed her. She’s fine. What’s up your butt? Well,” he smirked, “besides me-”

Lucien grabbed him by his shoulders and slammed him into the wall. “What? You healed her? What deal did you trick her into making?”

Rhys’ eyebrows parted slightly. His mask of playful indifference fell back into place. The mask he and Lucien used to share. That had been what had pulled them towards one another in the first place, what still turned them on about one another to this day. Even now, the proximity of Lucien to him made something tickle in his lower belly, despite that Lucien was clearly not in a playing mood. He was furious, and not in the fun way.

“Did I make a deal with you?”

Lucien flinched, horrified. “You didn’t… have sex with her-?”

“What? No!”

Lucien’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but he still seemed furious. “You’re such an ass, Rhys. What did you promise her? What did you make her do?”

“Nothing you’d be interested in.” Rhys grumbled. This Lucien was no fun at all. Rhys suddenly became very interested in his nails. “Just one week out of one month of the rest her life.”

“What?”

“She seemed very happy to give it to me. Especially after I explained that you wouldn’t be coming to save her this time-”

Lucien punched Rhys so fast that Rhys didn’t see it coming. There was a sickening crunch. Rhys cried out, grabbing his nose. Lucien was shoved to the other side of the room by invisible hands and when he tried to throw himself back at Rhys (not with the goal of sex) the hands kept him back. Rhys touched his nose gently, and when he pulled back he tasted the blood which dribbled into his mouth and colored his hand.

“You utter bastard. You broke my nose!”

“I’ll break more than that, you ass!” Lucien growled. Rhys ran a finger the length of his nose. It fixed itself and he wiped at his nose, to take away any excess blood. Lucien tried to throw himself at Rhys again, but the hands still held him back. They tightened around him, squeezing him in bad ways.

“Usually I wouldn’t hold this encounter against you, Fox Boy.” Rhys said as he sashayed across the room. Slowly picking up his clothes in a way that showcased his body. Lucien tried once more to break from the hands that held him back, but he cried out as they constricted around him.

Rhysand pulled up his pants and threw his shirt over his shoulder lazily. “But,” he continued from his latest statement, “I can’t ignore the fact that you broke my nose after some damn good and damn needed, if I do say so myself, sex. However, I made this choice before you did either that, but your actions only confirm my decision.”

Lucien tried to insult him, but the hands had found their way up to his mouth and gagged it. Lucien still grumbled and made noises of opposition, not to mention what he was shouting at Rhys through his head, but Rhys wasn’t looking for his thoughts and since Lucien wasn’t a daemati they didn’t travel farther than his own mind. “This will be the last time we will, probably, ever have sex. As much as I’d love to continue our little affair, I can’t.”

The gags around Lucien’s mouth shattered and Lucien snarled at Rhys (who seemed quite surprised that Lucien had enough magic power to brake through his gag-bonds): “You’ll be back. Begging too, you piece of shit. You fucktard-”

Rhys interrupted him, but Lucien continued to insult Rhys while Rhys spoke. “I’ve found my Mate, Little Lucien. I highly doubt I’ll be back.” He sighed unhappily as he saw the state the two of them were in. “I wish we would end this relationship on a happier note, Foxy, but unfortunately, I guess it just won’t be that way.” He walked towards the door, and waved to Lucien.

“Thanks, Lucien. It was good for me too.” He said. The minute Rhysand flounced from the room and the door closed behind him, the magic restraining Lucien disappeared and Lucien fell to the ground.

The fact that Rhys had mentioned the mating bond flew over Lucien’s head, as he continued to seethe that Rhys had manipulated Feyre into making a deal with him. That motherfucker. That Lucien wasn’t there to stop her. It hadn’t been worth it, Lucien decided. He’d doomed her. This was all his fault, and his penis’. He curled up against the door, tears leaking from his eyes. Tamlin had been right. Tamlin had been so right.

And yet, Lucien still yearned for Rhys in a way he hadn’t in years before now. It had been a mistake to sleep with him. Lucien had regressed. He missed another’s skin against his. He missed Rhysand’s quick and practiced tongue. Lucien would have to start over. It would take him forever to get over Rhys now. Though it was definitely easier with the hate in his heart, but his body still begged for more, wanted more.

Rhys would come back. Lucien wasn’t the only one of their couple to need the other. Feyre… He’d betrayed not just Tamlin, but Feyre too. She had been whimpering in her cell, worrying over the pact she’d made while Lucien sexed up the male who’d backed her into the corner in the first place. Lucien’s guilt felt heavier when he realized he’d had more or less the same magics preformed on him, and Rhys had asked for nothing in return.

Lucien was a horrible friend. Feyre should hate him.

No more. Never again. Lucien couldn’t get over Rhys if he kept going back to him. He would never let someone wait that long again. He would never put anyone in the situation Feyre had been in. Tamlin had been right, Rhysand was the enemy and one did not sleep with the enemy.

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imagine-a-fangirl · 6 years

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Anon requested: Request- peter Parker or Steve Rogers based on the song new rules by dua lipa where it’s kinda angsty maybe but happy ending?

A/N: My first song based fic. Hope you like it, feedback is always appreciated :)

Talkin' in my sleep at night, Makin' myself crazy Wrote it down and read it out, Hopin' it would save me

You woke up before your alarm, after another terrible night one of the many you were having lately. As a method for trying to create some peace in your head you wrote down everything happening in your dreams. And everything that you thought had influence on those dreams. You knew exactly what was causing these terrible nights of sleep and as you flipped through the pages it became more clear once again.

My love, he makes me feel like nobody else. Nobody else But my love, he doesn't love me. So I tell myself, I tell myself

You had broken up with your boyfriend over a week ago, it had been the second time you did. But this time it had been your choice, your decision to break up with the guy that had dumped you when convenient, dumped the guy that didn’t love you.

One, don't pick up the phone, You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in, You'll have to kick him out again Three, don't be his friend, You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning And if you're under him You ain't getting over him

The first time the two of you broke up he had dumped you. Peter, your best friend had done everything he could to cheer you up. He lived in anther state but that didn’t hold him back. Every time the two of you spoke he told you that you deserved someone better, someone who treated you with respect and loved you for who you were. Even though Peter had put so much effort in cheering you up, the moment your ex had called you had fallen right back into his arms. It had been a Friday night when your phone rang. The moment you picked up you could tell he had been completely wasted. He had no idea where he was an probably had no idea who he had called, and yet you went out to pick him up. One thing let to another and for some crazy reason he ended up staying the night at your place. Peter had been very disappointed in you when he found out that you were together again and that was an understatement. He had stopped talking to you for a little over a week, but he wasn’t able to hold that up very long. I keep pushin' forwards, But he keeps pullin' me backwards Now I'm standing back from it, I finally see the pattern But my love, he doesn't loves me, So I tell myself, I tell myself I do, I do, I do

Last week you finally realized that your ex was not the right person for you. An amazing chance had appeared for you at work, but that meant you had to live move to New York for at least a couple. No matter how hard you tried, your ex could only react negatively and did everything he could to not let you leave. You finally had enough of him, took your bags and left. You called Peter and told him everything, you told him you had left and that you were on your way to New York as you spoke. As supportive as always he had welcomed you with open arms. But that didn’t mean you struggled with leaving your ex. You closed your notebook and looked at the alarm, it was still early but you decided to take a shower and get some breakfast for you and peter. Before you left you checked on Peter who was still sleeping and still fully dressed in his spiderman suit. You had been the first that knew he was spiderman and since you moved in, you were also the one who had to patch him up all the time. “Goodmorning Mr. Delmar.” You greeted the man behind the counter. “Morning Miss Y/N, two number five’s?” “Yes please.” You petted murf who was lying on the new counter, “How is Mr. Parker? I haven’t seen him in a while.” “He is doing great, his work takes up a lot of time. So he is still in his bed right now.” “Well, at least he finished his school. Tell him I said hi.” You handed him the money and told him to keep the change before walking back. When you got back peter was already sitting on the table more dead then alive. “Morning.” You pressed a kiss on his cheek “Rough night?” “Well not much rougher than the usual.”

You were putting down a couple of plates for your sandwiches when your phone started ringing. You looked at your screen, the number told you everything you needed to know. “Aren’t you going to pick that up?” Peter mumbled as he had already stuffed his mouth with the sandwich. “I don’t know, it’s you know who.” Your hand floated above your phone, you wanted to pick it up, but deep inside you knew you shouldn’t. Peter quickly covered your hand with his “Don’t, he is not worth it.” “But what if…” You tried “No, no what if’s. He is not worth your time, last time he did this he was drunk and well I don’t think I have to remind you of what happened.” Peter told you. You nodded and hesitantly swiped his call away “Good, you deserve someone better then him. At least 10 times but more likely a hundred times better.” He sounded so sincere and still it was difficult for you to accept that he wasn’t good enough for you, since you had felt so long that it was the other way around.

Practice makes perfect, I'm still tryna' learn it by heart Eat, sleep, and breathe it, Rehearse and repeat it 'cause I

The following days you phone lighted it up every couple hours, but no matter how hard he tried you always denied his calls. As the weeks passed by you started to realize how happy you were without him and more important how happy you felt when Peter was around. After a couple of weeks, when he was absolutely sure you were over your ex Peter decided to tell you how he really felt towards you. He had admitted that he had been in love with you ever since the day that he had met. How horrible he had felt when you got together with your ex but that he never wanted to ruin your happiness. Peter was rambling so much, the only way you knew how you could shut him up was by locking your lips with his. “It’s a good thing I love you to.” You admitted From that moment you realized how a real loving relationship was supposed to feel and you were certain that you were never letting him go.

“Come on Pete, just one more. I swear we can go home after that.” The two of you had been shopping all day and he was only getting more and more annoying as the day went by. But you couldn’t help but laugh at his silly behaviour. You dragged him towards the next shop, while he tried to hold you back with all his weight. The moment he started to come with you, you tripped forward falling against the man that was walking towards you. “I’m so sorry sir.” You tried to apologize between your laughs “Y/N? Is that you?” the man said with a far to familiar voice. “That has been a long.” “Oh… hi. Eh I didn’t expect to see you here.” You tried to stay polite “I am on a vacation with some friends, how have you been? I mean, you look great.” He tried “Maybe we could catch up over a couple of drinks.” Peter wanted to interrupt him, but you stopped him “No I don’t think we can. My boyfriend and I were just going home. Come on Peter. Goodbye Y/E.” You took Peters hand and walked away. “You know how proud I am of you?” Peter wrapped his arm around you before pressing a kiss on your cheek.

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spidernerdsblog · 4 years

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I forgot that you existed: Chapter Three

A/N : Chapter three is here. It’s a little bit longer than the previous chapters got a little carried away. Things are getting little steamy between our ex lovers. In this chapter I have incorporated some other songs felt it will go with the situation the songs go side by side with the scenes as you read. Hope you like it. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader

Summary: It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.

Warnings: mild cursing

Mini playlist: It’s nice to have a friend by Taylor Swift, Physical by Dua Lipa, Into you by Ariana Grande

In the evening a barbeque was arranged. All were enjoying chatting, eating and drinking. You occasionally glanced towards Tom and El all cuddled up. When suddenly Paddy called you

“Hey Y/N it’s been so many years didn’t hear you sing”

“Then how are my albums selling if I’m not singing Pads” you joked giving a surprised look

“I meant up close live like you used to do”

“Yes Y/N please sing something I always wanted to go to your concerts but never got the opportunity” El insisted

“But I don’t have my guitar or any kind of instruments”

“That’s not a problem we have your old guitar wait a minute let me get that” Ed got up to bring it.

“You still have that?”

“yeah Tom insisted to keep it here” Harrison said.Tom and you looked at each other.

“Okay this song is totally dedicated to you guys and please no posting in your social media accounts because this will be in my next album too, the music company will kill me.” You joked. You tuned in the guitar and started playing

School bell rings, walk me home Sidewalk chalk covered in snow Lost my gloves, you give me one "Wanna hang out?" Yeah, sounds like fun Video games, you pass me a note Sleeping in tents

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

Zendaya leaned her head on your shoulder you smiled at her.

Light pink sky up on the roof Sun sinks down, no curfew Twenty questions, we tell the truth You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too Something gave you the nerve To touch my hand

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

Harrison got up from his seat and grabbed your shoulder from the back giving you a hug as you sang.

Church bells ring, carry me home Rice on the ground looks like snow Call my bluff, call you "babe" Have my back, yeah, everyday Feels like home, stay in bed The whole weekend

It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

It was an emotional moment for all of you as everyone gathered around you for a giant hug though Tom kept his distance.

“Okay enough of tears. Tomorrow is going to be a fun day because its beach day.” Harrison announced. Everyone cheered.

“So better we all get a goodnight’s sleep”

You were a late riser when you are on a holiday so when you woke up Zendaya was already dressed for the beach day

“Good morning sleeping beauty”

“Morning” you mumbled

“So excited for today?”

“Totally!!”

“Then get your ass out of the bed and freshen up”

“Yeah” you rubbed your eyes

“I'm going downstairs to check what others are upto don't fall asleep in the bathroom.”

“Okay”

You got up and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and then have a shower . The cool water relieved your muscles instantly .

Paddy, Jacob and Ed were busy setting up the table. Harry and Chloe were helping Sam in the kitchen.

“What's up boys?”

“Breakfast is almost ready”, Sam said, tossing the ingredients in the fry pan.

“The food looks so delicious gotta take a picture will make a perfect story. Oh shit I forgot my phone.”

Tom was coming down the stairs as Zendaya stopped him.

“Hey Tom can you please go and tell Y/N to bring my phone with her when she comes downstairs.?”

Tom hesitated to go but eventually agreed .. "yeah okay"

You came out of the bathroom all fresh a towel wrapped around your body. As you started humming a song and drying your hair with a blow dryer.

Tom stood in front of your room. He really had a bad habit of not knocking before coming into your room since childhood so out of habit he just opened the door.

As the door flung open. You shrieked, clutching your towel tightly.

“Oh my god!!! What the fuck Tom!!!”

Tom couldn't help but stare at you in a towel hair all wet, beads of water dripping down the ends. Your smooth skin glowing in the sunlight coming from the windows giving you an ethereal look.

“Stop staring you creep and close the fucking door!!!” You yelled again.

Tom was startled as he closed the door behind him.

“Seriously” you huffed “I said to close the door and leave not to come inside you idiot!!”

“It's in a way your fault why didn't you lock the door?” Tom quipped back

“What!! After all these years you couldn't learn the basic manner of knocking the door before entering someone's room. And it's my fault?”

“Okay I'm sorry calm down I just came to convey Z's message she said you to bring her phone as she forgot to take it with her that's all.”

“The message has been received and now you may leave I have gotta get dressed”

Something went across Tom's mind as he gave you a mischievous look "what if I don't?"

‘What do you mean?” You were confused

“I meant this isn't the first time I have seen you like this, actually seen more than that.” He winked.”Then why so shy to change infront of me now?”

You narrowed your eyes," you think this is funny Holland?"

“Whatever you think princess.” he grinned

Tom was testing your patience but you weren't the one to give up so easily . So you decided to play along with his dangerous game.

"You know what I actually don't mind either ." you smirked. "But I don't think El would be quite pleased to see her would be husband with his ex just in a towel."

You started walking towards him with a sultry look in your eyes, your hand grabbed the tucked end of the towel as you motioned to remove it from your body. Tom was stunned by your answer little did he expect you would say that. Inappropriate thoughts started to hover in his mind but half of his mind reminded him it is wrong he's engaged to El and he can't break her trust. Tom shut his eyes and turned his back towards you as he opened the door and left closing it behind . You shook your head and laughed at how flustered he looked. You quickly got ready putting on your shorts and an off shoulder crop top.

You came downstairs, breakfast was already served. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and toast instantly made you hungry. There were freshly baked muffins too.

“Here you go rock star.” Chloe handed you your plate of food.

“Thanks darlo” you cooed

You bite into your muffin as you get lost in its flavors.

"mmmmph.. I think I had a foodgasm" you giggled as others also started laughing.

“How do you cook so tasty food Sam? it's too good. I missed this so much”

“Glad you liked it Y/N”

You went to pick up another piece of muffin from the plate on the table as you were interrupted by another hand. It was Tom. You looked at him.

"Umm.. ladies first" He said moving his hand.

You took your piece and went to chat with others.

Tom's eyes followed you thinking of how unbothered you were after the little stunt that you pulled off a while ago.

“Yo man where are you lost at” Jacob broke his train of thoughts

“Nothing bro” tom shook his head

“Where's El?”

“Oh she's getting ready will be down in a minute.”

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Finally you were all on the beach. The weather was perfect and you can't wait to go surfing after so many years. You spread your towel on the chair and put your bag on it. You grab your sunscreen lotion and apply it to your exposed areas. As you heard El calling sweetly. She looked gorgeous in bikini top and a sharong.

“Tommy can you please help me apply the lotion on my back.”

“Sure darling.” Tom took the lotion and started applying it to her back.

You kept looking as you smiled, eyes furrowed.

"Typical" you heard Zendaya saying and looked at her as she rolled her eyes.

"I find it cute though" you winked as both of you started giggling.

Tom looked at both of you scrunching his face as he understood why you both were laughing.

You then spoke loudly to grab everyone's attention "are we going for surfing or not because the water will not come to us we have to go to the water! Or are we here just to apply sunscreen and get tanned" you gave a side look, that was enough to get on Tom's nerve, your revenge taken for the morning fiasco.

Zendaya gaped at you with a smile. "You are such a bitch" she lightly punches your arm giggling.

“Wasn't that the plan?” You raised your brow

“Don't get so cranky grandma we are going for surfing. Let me get the surf boards first” Harrison said.

“Do it fast.”

“Hey El you’re not coming?”

“Oh no I can’t surf”

“Tom can teach you, can’t you Tom?”

“Oh no it’s ok we have come to enjoy don’t want him to give surfing lessons instead of enjoying I can learn afterwards as he’s going to be there for me forever”

“You are really a sweet girl El I really like you. Tom is really lucky to have you”

“Thanks” she giggled shyly as she hold on to Tom’s hands.

You felt really good surfing after a long time. You made Harry click some good Instagramable pictures of yours while surfing. You were all wet when you came on the shore, clothes sticking to your body. You raised your hands above your head and stretched your body. When you heard someone say

“Nice tattoo”

You looked at the man with flowy dark brown hair and indigo eyes. He was tall with a broad chest and well defined abs . You glanced at your tattoo on the left side of your hip and then looked at him

"Umm thanks" you furrowed your eyes smiling.

“Solo trip?”

"Oh no with my mates they are over there" you pointed towards your group.

“ Oh great!! By the way I'm Steve.. Steve Johnson and I know who you are. Big fan of your works.”

“Thank you” you smiled shyly

“I really like your tattoo”

“You like my tattoo or is there something else you like ?” You narrowed your eyes grinning.

"Yeah I like you too by the way" he scratched his head giving a goofy smile looking down his feet then to you.

You shook your head and laughed

“But still what is the meaning behind it?”

"Nothing special. I just liked the design and I had a scar over there so I had to cover it up." That wasn't the actual story behind it and you knew it very well.

Tom was with El listening to her chatter but all his attention was in your conversation with Steve. And he knew that the tattoo on your hip was there for a special reason not for any mere scar.

Happy first anniversary to us. You clinked your champagne glasses together. It's been one year since Tom proposed you to be his girlfriend. Tom had decided to have a candlelight dinner with you at his house. He had cooked your favorite dishes. After dinner you both sat down on the all couch cuddled up to binge watch star wars movies.

“Y/N?”

“Hmmm”

“Please never leave me even if I am being an asshole to you sometimes. Please don't ever leave me”

“I'll always be there for you dummy.” You messed his hair. “Besides who else will tolerate your tantrums other than me.”

“Pinky promise?”

You giggled “yes pinky promise.” You both hold on to your pinkies.

“You know what I'm thinking to get a tattoo”

“Don't get under your foot it really hurts” Tom chuckled.

And the next day you were in a tattoo parlor as you went through the catalog and found the exact design you wanted.

You couldn't wait to show it to Tom as you reached his house you just ran inside as you saw him in the kitchen you went and hugged him from back and gave a kiss on his cheek. “I have a surprise for you”

He turned around the kitchen island to face you.You lifted your top to reveal your hip. You had got a tattoo of two hands pinkies intertwined as a reminder to your yesterday's promise of not leaving each other.

The promise you made was already broken. And maybe the heartbreak you had was a scar for you.

“Okay then you enjoy your day I gotta go find my friends.See you around.”

“Yeah sure.” You gave a smile

As he left Z, Chloe and El huddled around you

“Oh my god Y/N who was that hot guy?” Z asked excitedly

“Umm his name is Steve and he likes my tattoo.” You giggled.

“It's barely our second day here and you got someone to get laid way to go girl” Chloe lightly punched your arm

“Oh shut up I barely know him” Harrison called you all to say something. Z, El, Chloe went towards him. As you were about to go you heard Tom

“So you finally found someone who can apply sunscreen on you too”

“What!? Oh come on we weren’t making fun of you, we just didn't think you were such a hopeless romantic type of guy”

“When you are with the right person it feels good to be a hopeless romantic. Like take it for yourself you were always a fun type not marriage or romancing type”

“So you're admitting that I was fun, glad to hear that.” You winked.

“Hey Y/N come on lets play volleyball”

“Yeah coming!! Haz”

“So what are teams?”

“It's me vs you.

“Fine by me.Gonna kick your ass like always.”

“Don’t get so overconfident darling I have upped my skills. Okay let's toss whoever wins will get to choose first their team members.”

“I’m gonna be the referee” El announced.

Harrison won the toss he chose Ed, Jacob, Tuwaine, Chloe, Harry

You had hoped Haz took Tom in his team but damn you Haz ,so you had Z, Paddy, Tom, Sam in your team

“Hey we are short of one player” you complained

You saw Steve coming from the other side with his friends. Zendaya elbowed you

“Babe it's your chance go and ask him out” You giggled and immediately ran towards Steve

“Hey hi”

“Hi again beautiful”

You hesitated a bit “Umm do you wanna? do you mind if I ask you to join us? We are playing volleyball and I'm short of one player.”

“Of Course love, it will be my utmost pleasure.”

You both came back and took your positions at the back. The game started and you were impressed by Steve's skills. He was really good at the game.

“Didn't think you would turn out be such a player.”

“I can be more than that love if you want.” He winked.

You blushed profusely “for now I just want to beat my best friend's ass in the game”

“As you wish mam”

Tom was standing in the front and he could hear all of your conversations. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't feeling jealous.

Both the teams were on tie the last round was do or die for you.

You went to serve the ball but accidentally it slipped and it went and hit at the back of Tom's head. You gave a panicked look while others started laughing.

“I'm really sorry Tom the ball slipped from my hand” you also started giggling.

“But I think you did that intentionally Y/N” Tom said angrily

“What do you think I don't understand why you are acting to be so nice”

“What are you saying Tom I don't understand I already said that I'm sorry it was totally an accident?”

“Are you sorry? You just can’t tolerate that after so many years finally I’m happy with someone”

“Yo Tom calm down” Jacob said

“Yes Tom stop overreacting!” Chloe yelled

“Tell your friend to stop acting to be so nice!!”

“Hey man you are unnecessarily making a big deal out of it” Steve came in your defense.

“You please stay out of this. Its between us”.

“Tom you can’t speak to Steve like this”

“Oh now I get it all this to grab his attention. You are wasting your time on her dude take my advice leave her she anyways will leave you after she gets whatever she wants from you”.

Your blood was boiling at Tom’s words. El was totally confused at the whole scene she wasn't getting why Tom was reacting like that, your temper rising as you noticed her and abruptly spoke

“Hey El I know you are totally confused at what is going on let me give you a pretext to it ,you actually know half of my identity that is I'm their childhood friend but I'm more than that to your fiance actually.” you jabbed at her

“Y/N I said you no” Tom yelled

“Oh it’s too late now honey”

“For the record I'm his ex girlfriend. We had been in a relationship since we were teenagers then we broke up six years ago. But I guess he couldn't get over it as that is why he couldn’t say you about me” you glared at him looking up and down. “Maybe you are failing to give him the love he needs that is why he can’t forget me and is acting like a dickhead.”

El was definitely hurt by your words. She ran towards the beach house teary eyed. Tom ran after her “El wait! Don’t go! I can explain!! Please listen!!”

“Fuck you Y/N!!!”

You gave him the finger with both your hands with an uninterested look on your face.

The game obviously had to be ended after the heated argument. And everybody came back to the beach house. You were all sitting in the living room. Tom and El were in their room. Probably sorting out the matter after your big revelation.

“What is the problem with Tom?” Z exclaimed

“He has totally gone nuts” Sam scoffed

“Y/N are you okay?” Harrison nudged your shoulder

“Yeah I'm fine but I really feel bad I shouldn't have spoken to El like that. That was totally rude. I just got really angry. I didn't do it intentionally.

“It's okay Y/N we know it was never your fault. Tom has always been a dickhead.” Harry reassured you

‘I think I need to talk to El and clear things out before it gets more complicated.”

El was standing at the porch when you approached her.

“Hey”

“Hey” she gave a half smile

“Listen I came to apologize for today. I'm really sorry I shouldn't have talked to you like that. It was so rude of me. I just couldn't control myself after what Tom said. I don't know what Tom said to you about me but I have no intention of interfering in your lives. I'm really happy for both of you. To be honest I still love him, he is my best friend though he doesn't see me like his friend anymore. I don't want to become the reason for a rift in your relationship.”

“I understand Y/N in a way it was Tom's fault, he was the one who overreacted in spite of you saying sorry.”

“Thank you El for understanding.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah sure”

“Why did you guys break up?”

You sighed deeply “because I was way too selfish. I couldn't give the love he deserved. But now I feel you can fill that void in his life. You took El's hand in yours El “I'm giving his responsibility to you El. Please never leave his side. Fill his life with love and happiness he deserves. And if you guys want I can..I can leave tomorrow itself.”

“No Y/N I wouldn't want that you both share a past together but that should not affect our future. You will always be a good friend to me.”

“So if we are all good you guys are coming to the party right”

“Party??” El gave a confused look

“Yeah Harrison arranged a sort of welcome and success party for me, gonna have fun tonight.”

“Yeah sure and I'll persuade Tom don't worry.

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You chose your little black dress with a deep plunging neckline as your outfit for the night. Zendaya was still confused between two of her outfits. You both did your make up and got ready.

“What's with that cleavage?” Zendaya quipped

“I don't think I stand a chance with that Steve guy after today's events so I have to find a new one” you laughed.

As you guys reached the night club, you could hear the music blasting from outside. The bouncers checked your ids and let you in. Harrison ordered the drinks as you all gathered together. Harrison raised a toast

“To our long living friendships and our rock-star's successful album.”

You all cheered.

“Okay guys the drinks are on me for tonight, help yourselves” you announced.

The boys cheered. Everyone scattered the couples went for a dance as you looked at Tom and El dancing and laughing. You were sipping on a margarita when you felt a light tap on your shoulder and you looked back.

"Hey you went away without even saying a proper goodbye"

“Umm hi, sorry actually I wasn’t in a good state at that moment”

“Yeah I understand. how are you now?”

“Fine.”

He was checking you out all thanks to your dress

“Up here Mr.” You grinned

He gave a lopsided smile “you look hot”

“Thanks”

Physical by Dua Lipa starts playing

(Common love isn't for us We created something phenomenal Don't you agree? Don't you agree? You got me feeling diamond rich Nothing on this planet compares to it Don't you agree? Don't you agree? )

Zendaya came and grabbed your hand “come on slowpoke. Let's burn the dance floor.” She pulled you to the dance floor.

(Who needs to go to sleep, when I got you next to me?

All night, I'll riot with you I know you got my back and you know I got you So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical Lights out, follow the noise Baby, keep on dancing like you ain't got a choice So come on, come on, come on Let's get physical)

You both swayed to the music as you both started lip syncing with the song loudly and laughing. You grooved sensuously giving occasional glances to Steve. He took the que and approached you. You felt his arms around your hips as he turned you towards him. You put your arms on his shoulders as you both swayed to the music looking into each other's eyes.

“Hey Steve!! come on mate you have to go!” you heard a group of men calling out

“Er... sorry I have to leave my friends are calling. See you again”

“It’s ok bye see ya” You came back to the counter. You ordered some lemon drops. You gulped it down and bite into the lime.

“Didn't think you will make him leave you so soon”

You rolled your eyes “wasn't today enough for you.”

“I can never get enough of you princess”

“Stop calling me that!!”

“Why does it turn you on?”

“Huh!!” you deadpanned. “It makes me feel nauseated. You don't excite me anymore Holland” you grinned. He was going to say something as Tuwaine interrupted

“Hey let’s do power hour” Tuwaine suggested

“Yessss!!!!” the boys shouted in unison

“Guys seriously none of you can handle yourselves after that. We girls have also come to enjoy not to carry your drunken asses home” You jabbed.

“We can handle ourselves Y/N don’t worry” Harry assured you

“We’ll see that”

The game started only Paddy didn’t participate as he was not sure of his capacity to handle . Jacob gave up half way through the shots. Sam and Harry both struggling to keep up the pace lastly giving up. It was now between Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine. Tuwaine won eventually. And now all the boys were definitely drunk as you had expected.

You were having your shots as Tom took one from you.

“Aren’t you already enough drunk loser”

“I’m not a loser” he said in a raspy voice

“Then who lost to Tuwaine anyways I’m gonna go dance you sulk here loser”

Into you by Ariana Grande starts playing

(I'm so into you, I can barely breathe And all I wanna do is to fall in deep But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice, hey)

You walked to the center of the dance floor swaying your hips a little as you start grooving to the song. You felt a little tipsy as you danced along the song, drunk sweaty bodies hovered around you.

(Oh baby, look what you started The temperature's rising in here Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move Before I make a move)

You started dancing with some random drunk guy. You glanced at Tom as you placed your hands around his neck and danced with that guy. Yes the alcohol in your system wanted Tom to make a move.

(So baby, come light me up and baby I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, but baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation, and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

Tom clenched his jaw as he gulped down a shot slamming the glass on the bar counter and started walking towards you. You continued to dance sensually.

(Got everyone watchin' us, so baby, let's keep it secret A little bit scandalous, but baby, don't let them see it A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you)

You felt a familiar pair of arms around your waist as he turned you and pulled you closer to him. Your palms resting on his broad chest. The smell of his cologne taking over your senses.

(This could take some time, hey I made too many mistakes Better get this right, right, baby)

You placed your hands around Tom's neck as you get lost into each other's eyes. The world seemed a blur to you at the moment as you cared less of who was watching, you just wanted to live this moment.

He took your hand in his and twirled you around a few times before pulling you closer, your back pressed to his chest, your bodies swaying, occasionally grinding against each other.

He brushed aside your hair with one hand, his other hand on your shoulder as he kissed you behind your ear. You gasped at his touch as you felt your body was on fire. You tilted your head a little to give him more access as he brushes his lips on your neck. Tom's hands ran down your arms lacing with your fingers.

(Tell me what you came here for 'Cause I can't, I can't wait no more)

You suddenly felt whatever is happening is wrong, you pulled away from him to leave as he caught hold of your hand.

(I'm on the edge with no control And I need, I need you to know You to know, oh)

You looked at him and then to your hands. He pulled you impossibly closer as you slammed into his chest. Your legs were wobbly as he steadied you by holding your waist. The smell of his cologne doing things to you. Old memories, nostalgia hitting you. He lifts you up and spins a little.

You look at him with droopy eyes as he brings you down; he hugs you even closer. He knelt near your neck, nose brushing against the bottom of your ear. You whimpered when his hot breath ghosted your ears. "Do I still excite you babygirl?" he whispered in your ears. You could just hum in response, your body shivering at each and every touch of his.

Purple lights danced across Tom's face illuminating his brown eyes, highlighting his each and every feature. You went dizzy when his lips ghosted at your sweet spot at the nape of your neck. You threw your hands around his neck tugging his hair at the bottom. His hands snaked around your waist sensually gliding to your thighs at the hem of your dress.You weren't that drunk so soon the realization hit you where it is leading to. You thought, what were you doing? This is so not right. You struggled to free yourself from his hold pushing him away by his chest.

(So come light me up, so come light me up my baby A little dangerous, a little dangerous my baby A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you ) song fading away...............

You both stand in the middle of the dance floor breathless. You ran your hand through your already messed up hair. You stomped off to the bar counter as Tom followed you.

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Don’t Fall-- Chapter 3

It’s Don’t Fall-- chapter 3!! I hope you all are enjoying it!! Word count: ~1400 | Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark | Link to ao3

7.00 AM. May 7th, 2021.

“Mr. Brightside” by the Killers started playing. The phone was vibrating. Peter knew what happened yesterday was not a dream. He came upon the horrifying realization that he was stuck in a time loop. It was the only logical possibility.

Peter turned off the alarm and started thinking about what he should do. Then he saw Ned’s text:

it is friday my dudes

Peter checked the previous day’s texts, of which there were none. Today was Friday. Again. Then, he made a decision.

Peter replied to Ned:

sorry man i dont think i can go to school today i feel kinda sick :(

Ned responded:

:(( oh no!! i hope you feel better tomorrow

If I even get to tomorrow, Peter thought to himself before sending a quick “thx bestie”.

As he got ready, Peter started thinking about a plan to get himself out of school. He remembered that Tony had asked him if he was sick yesterday (last friday?) but Peter decided that pretending to be sick was not the best route to take.

What if he just asked to be excused from school? It couldn’t hurt to ask.

Tony was dozing over his coffee. Like he had been doing yesterday.

“Hey, Tony,” Peter said. He figured since Tony had been begging him on the first Friday he should get used to it.

“Hey?” Tony had the same confused response as yesterday. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to try something new,” Peter explained. “Anyway, could you excuse me from school today? I don’t really want to go today.”

Tony blinked at him for a moment. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked.

“Yes,” Peter insisted. You would want to skip school if you had to do the same day twice, he bit back.

Tony stared at him a bit longer before answering. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll tell Happy he can go. We can have a good time today.”

Peter expected “a good time” to be quite boring, but it wasn’t. After Tony was sufficiently awake and dressed, they went out for a drive in one of Tony’s expensive cars. Tony put on the radio. “Levitating” by Dua Lipa came on.

“I swear to god, this song is everywhere. If I have to hear it another time I’ll explode,” Tony said. He turned off the radio and grabbed a cable out of the glove compartment.

“Here,” he gave the cable to Peter. “Put something on.”

The cable was an auxiliary cord. Peter plugged it in and started scrolling through his playlist to find a song that he deemed appropriate to put on while Tony was around.

“What’s taking so long?” Tony asked after a minute. “Just pick something.”

“Hold on!” Peter protested. He finally picked a song: “The Sharpest Lives” by My Chemical Romance. A revealing choice, he knew, but he also knew that if he took any longer Tony would take his phone and put something on that could be even more incriminating, so this was alright. It played for a few seconds before Tony made a comment.

“Nice song,” he finally said. “What’s it called?”

“The Sharpest Lives,” Peter told him. “MCR.”

“MCR?”

“My Chemical Romance.”

“God, I didn’t think anyone listened to them anymore.”

They drove around for a bit longer, just seeing the sights of New York and breathing the air in.

“Was there anything specific you wanted to do today?” Tony asked.

“No, why?” Peter asked.

“Just asking. In that case, d’you want to go get ice cream?” Tony proposed.

“Sure,” Peter agreed.

Tony ended up taking Peter to this little mom-and-pop ice cream place. Peter got cookies and cream flavored ice cream and Tony got rocky road. Both in cones.

“I don’t understand people who only get ice cream in bowls. Especially with the new movement toward going green,” Peter told Tony. “With a cone, you can eat the container, but with a bowl you have to throw it out in the trash.”

“That’s true,” Tony said, only half paying attention.

After the ice cream they decided to go to the park and walk around for a bit. Since it was the middle of a Friday afternoon in May, there weren’t many people there. They had been walking for about 10 minutes before Peter realized there was no way Tony had the whole day free to spend with him.

“I feel like you had stuff to do today…” Peter said.

“What makes you feel that?” Tony asked.

“You always have stuff to do. Always,” Peter pointed out.

“True,” Tony agreed. “You’re right, I did have stuff to do, but Pepper’s a real dear and she pushed the one meeting I had to Monday.”

“Wow,” Peter said, amazed. “You must put Pepper through a lot.”

“Oh, I do. Luckily for both of us, she can buy herself pretty much whatever she wants with my money, so that tends to make up for it.” Tony explained. Peter nodded, now understanding how this strange business-type relationship truly worked.

The two of them walked around the park a little while longer. They stopped to admire the large fountain in the middle of the park before walking back to Tony’s car.

“So what do you want to do when we get back to the tower?” Tony asked. Peter had figured that they would get back and he and Tony would do the same thing they had been doing for the past 2 Fridays--Tony would work on his own project and Peter would work on his little robot. So when he was presented with this option he wasn’t quite sure. But he had a little something in mind…

“Do you even know what you want to do?” Tony tried to get Peter’s attention.

“Yeah, I do, actually…”

Upon arriving back at the tower, Peter ran to his room and started drawing plans for the biggest, most ridiculous robot he had ever thought of. And then they got to work.

This robot, dubbed Hugo, was 6 feet tall and 3 feet wide. It had a ball-and-socket arm on each face and it had wheels on the bottom. On the top was a dome that had been painted with a chibi smiley face. The robot’s actual functions included running obstacle courses and building lego towers. This was the extent of Peter’s original plan.

By the time dinner rolled around, Hugo had at least one more arm and little compartment for spraying perfume, “To make sure people smell nice!”.

““Boss, it’s 7:30 and you haven't eaten since before noon. Might I suggest eating dinner?” FRIDAY asked.

Even though Tony had noted the time just 20 minutes prior, he was still shocked that 20 minutes had passed so quickly.

“Oh, crap, yeah,” Tony said. “Usually Pepper is here to remind me of these things…”

This gave Peter an intense feeling of deja vu, but he knew why. He hoped it didn’t show on his face.

“Why don’t we order italian tonight?” Peter suggested, desperate to throw the night off its usual course.

“Sure, why not,” Tony concurred.

So they ordered italian food. Peter got spaghetti and meatballs and Tony got penne with pesto sauce.

“Why don’t we watch Netflix while we wait?” Tony suggested.

“No!” Peter all but shouted. “I mean, no,” he said, calmer. “I, uh, I have something I want to show you on...on Hulu.”

They ended up watching the first few episodes of My Hero Academia. Peter was all caught up on the manga anyway, but he wanted to see if Tony would like it.

“You know, that guy, Super Might--” Tony started.

“--All Might--” Peter corrected.

“--yeah, whatever. Him, and that boy, Deku, they remind me of us.” Tony noticed. Peter smiled to himself. He had noticed the same thing.

After watching, Tony had suggested some video games, but Peter claimed he was tired, so they skipped straight to the lounging around part of the evening.

They layed around and scrolled on their phones and shifted until Peter was laying on Tony’s chest. Peter put his phone down and appreciated the moment he was in. It was quiet, aside from Tony’s breathing, and it was dark, aside from the light of New York City.

And they stayed like that for quite some time. Eventually, Peter began to doze. Tony was still scrolling on his phone. And Peter continued to move closer and closer to the edge of sleep. Tony began to run his hand through Peter’s hair. And then…

“I’m coming out of my cage, and I’ve been doing just fine…”

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