#forgetting to moisturise finally caught up with me

[avid-idiot]

I'm facing the consequences of my actions

[mountswhore]

𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢’𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 — mason mount

summary: it had become a chore to bring your things back and forth from mason’s home, so he made your life a little bit easier.

notes: requests are open, just ask! <3

for @stephspurs

“Good evening, bubs.” Mason wearily spoke, walking down his stairs as you arrived. You’d just come from work, stopping at home to grab your things as you stayed at Mason’s tonight. It was a weekly thing, staying over from Thursday to Sunday, and bringing a whole bag of things from home. Important things; like your toothbrush, your skin care products, and hairbrush. It wasn’t so much your clothes you were worried about forgetting, because you always ended up in one of Mason’s hoodies or shirts.

“Hey,” you yawned, putting your bag against the door of the living room and embracing your boyfriend, “how was training?” Mason just shrugged and kept you close to his chest, having missed you since Sunday the week before.

You’d grabbed your bag and trudged upstairs, putting it in it’s usual space beside Mason’s drawers. You’d started to unpack your things, as you’d be here for the remainder of the week. Putting all of your skin care into the bathroom, along with your toothbrush and hair brush. Your clothes just stayed in a neat pile beside the drawer, and your bag would be left empty until the dreaded Sunday evening.

“You know I don’t have work tomorrow.” You announced, rising to your feet and straddling Mason as he sat on the edge of his bed. His devilish smirk had appeared, hands finding the curves of your waist and squeezing them tightly.

“Really?” He questioned, watching the smirk form on your face to match his own.

“Well, I think I could manage to get the day off. I’ve been doing well recently.” Mason rarely gave himself props for how hard he works, that’s why it’s usually your job to do it. He worked too hard, even. Not know when to stop and have a rest, which is why it was so important for you to see him on the weekend. Because God knows if you didn’t, he’d be pushing his body to the limit.

“Wonderful. What do you say to ordering?” You asked, seeing Mason nod his head rapidly and push you off of him. He dived for his phone as you stretched your legs, limbs aching after a heavy day of work. What you needed was a bath, and so did Mason. As he placed an order, not even needing to ask what you wanted, you’d started a bath and rested your forearms on the windowsill to stare outside.

It was raining, your all-time favourite forecast. Mason would be less likely to train, you loved the sound of rain on your windscreen, and it made the best light to cuddle in. It wasn’t too dark that you needed a lamp, just an open blind to let the minimal light in. Mason was lucky enough to have a skylight above his bed, which you’d always look up at as it rained. You’d been caught off-guard when Mason wrapped his arms around you, still able to rest his head atop yours despite being on a stool.

“A bath, hm? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to woo me, Y/N.” He flirted, his hands reattaching to your waist. You’d just rested into his touch, feeling so much better since arriving at his. You’d both gotten into the bath, enjoying the feel of each other’s skin, as well as the hot water surrounding you both. Mason placed a few mere kisses on your shoulder, not feeling anything but peace as he held you close.

A short while after, the pair of you were stood in front of his bathroom mirror and doing skincare. Mason hadn’t the slightest clue on what any of the products did, but he watched you intently as you explained and applied it to his own face exactly how you did yours. He couldn’t deny how clean he felt after doing so, sitting on the couch with you as you ate your food. Nights with you were undeniably better than being alone — if only you knew how soothing you were to be around.

Sunday had come around, Mason had watched you pack your bag for the past 20 minutes. He sat in bed and stared with an obvious frown on his face, as you folded your clothes and shoved them in. You had enjoyed your long weekend at Mason’s, but now it was back to work.

“Mase,” you called out, not taking your eyes from your pile beside you, “could you grab my skincare stuff from the bathroom?” He hummed and quickly jumped out of bed, reading them out as he handed them to you.

“Face scrub,” he named them one by one, throwing them into your hands, “moisturiser,” he almost laughed at how ridiculous the names sounded, “blemish treatment, this has acid in it?” You let out a chuckle and took the tube from him, waiting for the rest. “Skin purifier,” returning to reading their names aloud and pulling faces at them, “anti-redness formula,” his brows tugged together at the thought of all of this on your face every night, “hydrating mist, this can’t be real.”

You groaned as you tugged your large bag to your car, waving at a displeased Mason, before leaving his home for a few days. You knew he’d FaceTime you the second you got home, and wouldn’t leave you alone until you were asleep later that night.

But there were a few hours you were sat at home, without Mason on the other line, as you told him you had paperwork to catch up on. He took this time to sit at his pc, planning to play a game, but instead looking up those ridiculous products you had. He’d slowly added each one to his basket, remembering what each bottle looked like, before paying. He’d even bought a bag with an ‘M’ on it, for ‘Mason’s house’. He’d bought you your own skincare bag to keep here when you visit him. To say this man was in deep love would be an understatement.

The next time you saw him was actually on the Wednesday, two days before you’d planned to go over. He’d asked for you to quickly go to his and wait for a package, as he was at training but couldn’t miss it. So you did. You let yourself in with the key he made you, lounging on his sofa until the package had arrived. Mason following thirty minutes after it.

“Evening, bubs.” He greeted, almost zooming through the door and grabbing the package, heading to the bathroom. You shrugged, continuing your scrolling through TikTok and waiting for your boyfriend to return from upstairs. He’d been a while now, and just as you were about to go up and check on him, he’d strolled down in just some shorts.

“Sorry, I wanted a shower before I hugged you properly.” Mason clarified, wrapping his arms around you tightly, eager to show you his surprise. “Why don’t you stay the night? I mean, you’re already here.” He made a good argument, and it was so very tempting to just do it.

“I have none of my things.” You complained as he led you up the stairs and into his room. He just smirked and stood behind you, the worry on your face becoming clear now. “What are you doing, you freak?”

Mason led you to his bathroom, the bag sitting pretty on his counter. Finally, he’d removed his hands from your eyes as you studied the bag. Slowly zipping it open, everything you usually use was in there. “You bought this all for me?” You were shocked at the gesture, watching as he nodded. The look in his eye was that of complete infatuation.

“I don’t deserve you.” You simply stated against his lips, kissing them a million times over. Mason giggled and smoothed your hair back from your face, a habit he’d picked up since you first began dating. “Do you know how expensive skincare is?”

“It’s a price I’m willing to pay if it means you don’t have to drag that heavy bag around.”

[arigatouiris]

all for you // iwaizumi hajime x reader

Author’s Note: This is a soulmate AU and I’ve always wanted to work on one~ Why I chose Hajime is because I adore him to death and gah he’s just so perfect for this scenario— Or maybe I don’t see him like everyone else does. Thank you all for being so kind to my other works, you really have no idea how much this motivates me? Please keep letting me know what you think, I think I can turn this quarantine feeling around if you guys help me out! Thanks a bunch, I’m really grateful. :”)

Word count: 3125

Pairing: SOULMATE AU! Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader 

Warnings: angst to fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of bullying, ignorant parents

You don’t remember exactly when it started, but you could pin it around your 9th birthday or something. 

It was the first time you discovered that your soulmate played volleyball. You never told your parents about it, considering how distant they were about everything. It wasn’t as if they were mean to you, it’s just that they gave you a feeling that they didn’t care, and maybe they didn’t? No one in the world knew you had a volleyball player as a soulmate and you had made the discovery only because your close friend was in the girl’s volleyball team. Seeing her palms red and bruised only led you to pin a similar feeling in your own palms, and there you had it.

You wondered what pain you were giving your soulmate in return. It’s true, you could feel what your soulmate was feeling—injuries more than anything else, but you weren’t an athlete. The most you ever felt with respect to pain were a few paper cuts here and there and they weren’t even painful to you, so you knew your existence didn’t even make a difference to your soulmate.

But damn, your soulmate never missed a day of practice. Eventually, as you grew, the stinging stopped—and you even read about what you can do to ease the numbness in your palms after a game. You bought an assortment of hand-creams and moisturised your skin everyday, hoping that your soulmate would at least notice this effort from your end. However, you’d not know if they noticed unless they told you themselves but you don’t know if that’ll happen anytime soon. It wasn’t as if you’d given up finding them, there were other factors in your life that demanded more attention.

You hiss as you head to the washroom of your school, knowing that your soulmate must be practising again. Heading inside the booth, you sit on the toilet seat and let out a breath. Your hands are shaking now, not only because of the pain, but because of what was to come. 

     “Check the stalls,” A voice sounded from the bathroom outside and your eyes widened. “She must be here.”

You never knew this was how your high school life would go. You never realized that being bullied could come down to such low levels. Not only did you agree to everything Junko asked you to do, but you never said a word in edgewise. Your eyes teared up, knowing that she was going to find you again, and do something again.

     “Ah,” You heard her raspy voice, “This is where you are, (l/n)-chan!” 

A second later, you expected the door to fling open and for her to grab you by your collar and shake you with some nasty words. When the door didn’t open, your eyes widened. Looking up to the top of the booth, you quickly shut your eyes for what was to come. Junko had a bucket of water and she turned it around, the water completely soaking you—your uniform and your shoes. Only laughter could be heard after that, your whimpering form forgotten, and the last words you heard Junko say were,

     “Just make sure you don’t score more than I do in anything, okay?”

You sat there for a second more before pressing your hands to your face and crying. You knew you didn’t deserve this, and you knew that there was nothing you could do. You couldn’t tell your parents, because not once in their life have they asked you how your day went or even if they loved you. You couldn’t tell your best friend because your school’s team was finally practicing for inter-high. 

What you didn’t notice was how suddenly the stinging had stopped. It was as if your soulmate had paused practice because they knew what was happening with you, and through their silence they were saying something you couldn’t understand. 

However, you didn’t notice it though.

*

     “Iwa-chan?” 

Oikawa blinked as Iwaizumi suddenly rushed to the side of the court, a nasty scowl on his face. The team stopped practice midway, but only Oikawa knew that this expression on Hajime meant that it was related to his soulmate. Hajime rarely spoke about his soulmate, if Oikawa was being honest, but there were some occasions where he’d let some details slip.

Like how sad they were almost all the time, or how Hajime would sometimes forget to moisturize his hands before he went to bed, but would wake up to find fully moisturized hands either way. Oikawa used to tease him about how caring his soulmate was, but seeing a nasty look on Hajime didn’t rest too well.

     “Is it them again?” 

Hajime nodded, before sighing. He couldn’t understand what it was, but it felt as if someone had poured a bucket of water on you, and you definitely weren’t ready for it. And since it was right after school, he knew only one plausible explanation was possible.

     “They’re being bullied.” Hajime’s voice was low, but Oikawa caught what he said.

     “That’s...” He didn’t know how to respond.

Hajime sighed before wondering if you were at least in his school. It was wishful thinking, seeing how the chances of that happening are very slim. Shaking his head, he stared into his palm before feeling helplessness rush into his system. How can you miss someone you don’t even know? This whole soulmate system was downright idiotic. 

As soon as practice was done, Oikawa and Iwaizumi were ready to leave instantly. They didn’t have a game coming, but the practice that day was particularly intense. Iwaizumi couldn’t stop thinking about the water incident, and only wondered how easy it’d have been if he’d already met you. You could tell him what was happening and he’d at least comfort you. Whoever you were, Hajime was sure that the problem to solve his own helplessness was to offer assistance to you, and seeing how that wasn’t happening was slowly ruining him.

He didn’t realize that he was drowning out Oikawa’s words in the subway that evening. Hajime was staring intensely into nothing, feeling bad for you, not knowing who you were. 

     “Iwa-chan! Look!”

Iwaizumi blinked before turning around and looking at where Oikawa was pointing. There, in another cabin in the subway, stood you—soaked from top to bottom, clutching your bag in your hand, your (h/c) hair sticking to your head and your eyes staring at nothing. Hajime’s heart raced at the mere sight of how sad you looked, but swallowed your appearance in like you were going to be asked in the exams. Every cell in Hajime’s body was screaming that you were his happily ever after, and there you stood, only a few meters away, separated by an electric door. 

     “Iwa-chan! You have to speak to her! She might be the—”

The train suddenly stopped, and Hajime’s eyes widened as you rushed to walk out. It wasn’t his stop yet, but he’d seen your uniform, he’d seen the color of your hair and the color of your eyes. He’d even seen the stop you’d get down at, exactly three stops before his own; he was tempted to run after you, but he knew he wasn’t the sort to recklessly jump out like that. Oikawa looked puzzled, but Iwaizumi had his own plans. He turned away, a soft smile on his lips, and thought of the next time he’d see her now that he had a face.

It was safe to say that Iwaizumi was instantly captivated. A hundred questions crowded in his mind. He wanted to know who you were, why you were there, if you liked sugar in your tea, had you climbed trees as a child. The flood of curiosity puzzled him. He usually managed to avoid caring about anyone long enough to ask questions about him. Iwaizumi wanted to laugh at how silly this all sounded in his head—he had heard of the impact soulmates have on each other upon meeting, but he hadn’t met you yet.

     “Why’d you let her go?”

He couldn’t really answer Oikawa’s question that evening. He wasn’t sure. Some part of him knew you wanted to be left alone after today, but some part of him also wanted to go up to you and tell you that you’re not alone. Some part of him wanted to tell you of the impression you’ve left on him without even having met each other yet. You honestly had no idea of your impact. You were, safe to say, oblivious. That was the power you had over Hajime. Seeing you made him question what he was doing, what he wanted, what he desired, what he could do. Not just in the moment. But what he had been doing that lead him to this point, why he was there, in a crowded subway train, his hands dirty and sore from practice. Hajime’s whole life, he could not remember anyone’s name right away. Nothing had made a formative impact on him. But right then he thought that might change. 

If he knew your name, he would most definitely remember it. That’s what you did, even before he met you—you had changed things. There you were, preoccupied, bent down, oblivious, clutching your bag to your chest, feeling low after a terrible day. He knew you were the one. He was meant for you. He saw you, and right then, his life began.

*

It wasn’t until you reached home did you feel it. 

A weird warmth despite how drenched you were. It was as if someone had wrapped a blanket over you. You paused before entering the shower to find how you weren’t catching a cold, how your hair was frictionless, how the apparent wetness all over you almost never happened.

Strange, you thought as you stared at your palms. They aren’t stinging. 

There was no possible way your soulmate knew you were drenched. No one had seen you exit your school, no one who knew you even saw you after that, so there was no way your soulmate knew what had happened. Maybe they were feeling cold? There was no possible way you could answer this. You left it aside thinking it was merely just coincidence, and focused on the bath.

However, that wasn’t the last time. You noticed in the next couple of days that this person, whoever they were, was taking care of themselves a little harder than usual. Skin was perfectly moisturised, the practice sessions continued, but they would take more breaks than usual, and strangely, Mondays were a day off. 

Strangely, the bucket incident happened to you on a Monday too.

It couldn’t all be coincidences, right? You wanted to believe it wasn’t. You wanted to believe this person wanted to take care of you, just as you had been taking care of them silently. You gulped when you moisturised your fingers, pausing in between, blushing at random points, just thinking of this person who you haven’t met yet. You wanted to hope, you wanted to ensure that there was nothing wrong in wanting someone because all your life you’ve not had it. You’ve not had someone ask how your day went, you’ve not had someone notice when you wanted to be left alone. You wanted to believe it wasn’t a coincidence because what harm can come from it being one? You haven’t met them yet, and you have time to prepare yourself for the truth till then.

     “(y/n)-chan!” Your friend pounced on you as you approached her that morning. 

Apparently your school girls’ volleyball team was playing against the girls’ team from Seijoh, and you knew your friend was excited. You’d agreed to go along with her to watch the game, secretly knowing everything there is to know about volleyball because of a certain someone. 

     “You look pumped up.” You commented on your friend’s hyperactive nature.

     “Seijoh’s a strong team. Apparently, the boys’ team is going to watch too! Have you even looked at Oikawa-san? He’s so dreamy~” 

You rolled your eyes. 

     “What about your soulmate?”

     “I don’t know who it is yet, so everyone’s eye candy.”

Your friend was very entertaining indeed. 

Seijoh’s volleyball court was huge, and you could see the girls practice from a distance. You had to go stand at the bleachers, waving at your friend as you headed up there alone. You blinked when you noticed a few boys to the other side, wondering if they were the boys team that your friend had mentioned. Suddenly, you thought of your soulmate—who normally would be practicing at this time, but strangely, they weren’t. Your hand wasn’t stinging, and you wondered what they were doing at the time.

When the game began, you felt someone watching you. You turned to the boys’ to your side and noticed that they were all intently watching the game, but there was a rather attractive brown haired individual who kept stealing glances from you. You cocked your eyebrow, wondering if something was on your face, but paid no heed to it. 

Suddenly, the ball went up in the air—causing your eyes to widen; the ball was coming closer to where you stood, so you went ahead and grabbed the ball—the impact slightly stinging your palm.

     “(y/n)-chan! Nice catch!” 

You chuckled before throwing it back to your friend, suddenly feeling eyes on you once again. This time you turned with a curious gaze and found that same brown haired male staring at you with admiration. 

     “Is... Is something the matter?”

     “Iwa-chan! She’s talking to me—”

     “Shut up, Trashykawa!”

You blinked at the other individual, whose face seemed aggressive. His eyes met yours, only for a moment, before he turned away and cleared his throat, and this ‘Trashykawa’ giggled like a little girl while standing beside him. You turned to look at the game once more. 

Suddenly, your eyes widened when you felt a slight pressure against the palm of your right hand. The palm that grabbed the ball a second ago. Your heart began to beat quickly, and you stared at your palm—almost as if someone was applying pressure to the area to soothe the growing numbness. 

No way.

You turned to your left and he was suddenly not there. Trashykawa was, and he eagerly pointed to the exit. You offered him a kind smile before hesitantly following after the brash looking individual, who had been secretly taking care of you so well the past few days. 

When you exited the gym and took the stairs down, you noticed this person walking ahead at a rather quick pace. 

     “Excuse me!” you said, still holding your palm.

The person sighed before stopping at his tracks. He turned around and looked at you, and his heart caught in his throat again. This was certainly not how he was expecting to see you, not to mention how surprised he was to even see you at his school. You went over to him and stood there for a second longer, just a few steps away from him. You wanted to make sure first. 

You pinched your hand as hard as you could and saw him wince before snapping, “What the hell was that for?”

     “So it is you...” 

His eyes widened before he cleared his throat. He didn’t know what to say. 

     “How... You took care of me all this while.” You said, tears filling your eyes.

     “You started it.” 

     “How did you know?”

Iwaizumi knew exactly what you were talking about. He looked into your eyes carefully, not spotting a single bit of sorrow in them now that they were facing you.

     “I saw you in the train. Drenched from top to bottom. It... It was hard to see. I knew you were... I knew it was a difficult day for you.”

     “Why didn’t you approach me?”

     “I thought you needed space.” He said, shrugging.

Your eyes widened a tad bit. It was true. You did need space. You weren’t sure how you would have responded that day, but he had been slowly taking care of you ever since. 

     “Thank you...” 

Iwaizumi didn’t know what to say. He looked at you, smiling at him, and his heart couldn’t take it. You couldn’t keep from staring at him—so exotic was this creature before you, with chocolate brown eyes and a face you look lick candy off of. It was as if a door had opened and you had walked through it. Everything behind you had fallen into a deep abyss and you could never retrace your steps to that boy, the one with unruly hair and bruised palms. What solitude you had lived in. Your world expanded with this boy, here in Seijoh, and it was all very new looking. Then, realizing your intense staring, you were flooded with a newfound embarrassment and your eyes widened, your heart beating in big thumps.

     “My name is Iwaizumi Hajime,” He said, noticing your embarrassment. “And you?”

     “(l/n) (y/n).” Your voice was meek and you wanted to slap yourself.

Hajime smiled at you before taking a deep breath.

     “If I touch you, there’s no backing out.”

You gulped. You nodded a second later. Your heart was going to jump out of your chest. You expected him to shake your hand or ruffle your hair. You least expected what came next.

Hajime wrapped one hand around your waist and pressed you to his chest, smelling your hair in the process. He wasn’t sure if you would mind, he wasn’t sure if you would push him away, but something in his heart told him that you needed a hug.

     “I’m sorry if I overstep—”

You stopped his apology midway when you wrapped your hands around his waist. 

     “Thank you, Iwaizumi-san.” 

It was strange; you felt like you knew him really well despite this being the first time you met him. You two had been taking care of each other so well for the past few months that there was no strangeness here. 

     “I thought it was all a coincidence. That... that you had no—”

     “It wasn’t. I was doing it for you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your grip on Hajime tightened. This man was your soulmate. Nothing else mattered. 

When Hajime pulled away, he gave you a sweet smile, a smile only meant for you. You returned the smile, not noticing your hand in his, the numbness spread across both your palms. 

     “Next time anyone pours a bucket of water over your head—”

     “I won’t sit around and take it, I promise.” You finished his sentence, almost knowing what he had to say.

Hajime nodded, pressing his forehead to yours.

     “Or I’ll personally have to infiltrate your school. And I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

     “You can’t miss practice.”

He chuckled at your comment.

     “Yeah, I can’t miss practice.”

Slowly, you were going to know everything there was to know about Iwaizumi Hajime. And he was going to know everything about you. But, for a start, this wasn’t so bad.

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Forever- Utter Nonsense Drabble... 40 Questions!

Yeah so don’t ask me where this came  from, but I saw these floating around and for some reason decided it would be funny if Steve and Katie answered  some of them instead of me...

I think the original post was from @odaatlover​  and I think I was taggeed by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​. Anyway, I took my favourite ones and this was the result...enjoy!

1. What’s one animal you wish you could have as a pet but can’t?

Katie: I’d kinda like a tiger. They’re so graceful and  pretty but pack a mean bite and you wouldn’t mess with one would you?

Steve: Who does that remind you of?

2. Favorite thing to wear to sleep?

Steve: (grinning) Nothing.

Katie : I can confirm that is also my favourite thing he sleeps in...

3. What song really gets you going?

Katie: In what way? If it’s to dance and just act like a crazy fool to then its always going to be “Back in Black” because it reminds me a lot of Tony and happy times growing up. But if its one to spark memories then its our wedding song.

Steve: “The Only One In Color” by Trapt. I also kinda like the John Legend song  “You and I” because it reminds me of her, you know, the bit aout trying on every damned out fit she ownes before we can go out.

Katie: I don’t do that.

Steve looks at Katie, eyebrow raising.

Katie: Ok, maybe I can be a little incecisive....but tha wasn’t really the point of the...you know what, never mind. Next...

4. Where do you usually eat your meals?

Steve: It depends. If its breakfast or lunch dring the week then it’s usual eaten on the go whilst we’re getting the kids sorted or I’m in between classes...but dinner, well we always try and sit down. And at weekends we always eat at the table with the kids. 

5. Favorite meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

Katie: Dinner. During the week Steve and I eat a little bit later than the kids so we have that time to ourselves just to decompress and talk about our day, have a bit of us time...and at weekend we’re al together so I love it.

Steve: I love it for all those reasons, and also because she’s the best damned cook on the planet.

6. Most embarrassing habit?

Katie: Erm...

Steve: It’s pretty embarassing when you throw a Brat tantrum about something.. Katie: I don’t do that in public.

Steve: Bullshit. I refer you to the whole car purchasing situation a few years ago.

Katie: Jamie was only a baby...I was hormonal.

Steve: Hormonal my ass, you were being a brat.

Katie:  Whatever.  Yours is definately the need to stand with your hands on your hips and give someone your Captain look, especially when it’s someone you have never met before but they just happen to be doing something to piss you off.

Steve:  I make no apologies for this.  People can be idiots.

7. Chocolate or fruity candy?

Both at same time: Chocolate.

Steve: Preferably British.  Cadbury’s to be specific. I got a taste for it when I was in London during the war.

Katie: He has a secret stash he hides from the kids...it’s great to blackmail him with.

8. Soft or hard tacos?

Steve: Soft

Katie: Hard

Steve: Although hard ones always remind me of when you went into labour with Jamie.  We were making them for lunch and you had a contraction and crushed one...

Katie: Oh yeah, maybe soft in that case...because that was painful.  And then I went throguh that another 3 times.Which is your fault.

Steve: I take full responsibility, yes. 

9. Worst way to break up a fight?

Katie: Walk into the middle of it and say “Prove it, put the hamer down...” Steve: sighs, That was one time.

Katie: And it levelled a forest.

Steve: Did it work?

Katie: Hmmm, suppose so.

Steve: There you go ...but if its a fight between us, the I can think of the best way to break it up...

Katie : grinning, yeah...that’ s pretty funny. Or the worst one is telling you you’re in the spare room.

Steve: Yeah...that sucks.

10. Best thing to say in an elevator of strangers?

Katie: Putting on deep voice “Before we get started, does anyone wanna get out?”

Steve: Sighing  I wish I had some smart reply to that bu I don’t...

Katie: No, you just threw us out the side of the damned thing from 14 storeys up

Steve: 19

Katie: That’s...that’s not better Steve.

11. Any hidden talents?

Steve: Not so much hidden really but I’m not a bad artist and Katie’s singing and piano playing is off the scale.

Katie: Steve’s really good at DIY. Like, brilliantly good.  And also pretty savvy with technology all things considered...

Steve: When you say all things considered you mean because I’m like 112

Katie: Actually, you’re like 127 if you count the 15 years you spent back in time after putting the stones back.

Steve: hesitates I thought you said they didn’t count because I didn’t spend them with you.

Katie: They don’t, but they still happened.

12. Socks or bare feet around the house?

Steve: Socks

Katie: Bare feet

Steve: Neither of those protect you from standing on lego, which for the record, I reckon has to be a pain worse than chilbirth.

Katie:  Seriously? You’re going there?

Steve: Ok, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration but it still hurts like hell.

13: Favorite board game?

Katie: Monopoly. Its funny to watch Emmy and Jamie getting really agitated and annoyed. The younger 3 don’t really get it, Rori just likes to help Steve by sorting all his money into piles and suggesting things he can spend it on.

Steve: Namely tutus and tap shoes...she still wants to be chorus girl.

14:Heat on or keep it cold with lots of layers?

Katie: Oh my God. Steve is a nightmare as he runs hotter than any of us, so whilst we want the fire or heat on he’s complaining he’s boiling hot all the time. Our bedroom is like an ice block.

Steve: Doll, I’ve been in an ice block. Trust me, our bedroom is like a furnace in comparison.

Katie: It si nice though, like sleeping with a big hot  water bottle.

15: At what age did you first have alcohol?

Katie: I’m sure Tony gave me beer when I was 15 or something but the first time I ever got drunk was aged 17. I went to a keg party at one of my friends and I was aboslutely shit faced. Tony held my hair back whilst i puked my guts upt for a good hour once I was home. I had the hangover to end all hangovers the next day and he cracked JARVIS up to maximum volume just to teach me a lesson.

Steve:  I think I was 18. Me and Buck drank a bottle of his dad’s home made hooch...yeah, it didn’t take me much to get me drunk back then and I was very, very illl. Ma thought I had a fever. Mr Barnes thought it was hilarious, but still gave us both a slap upside th head...

16. What’s the most amount of money you’ve spent on a single item of clothing?

Katie: I would say my wedding dress, but Tony bought that for me, so it would probably the the dress I wore to the  SIP Launch for The Color Of Revenge...that cost...well it was in the tens of thousands

Steve:  Blinking How much?

Katie: You don’t need to know.

17. What do you typically wear to formal events?

Steve: Whatever my gal tells me to.

Katie: And you always look great Soldier.

18. Favorite memory?

Steve: Oooh, other than when we adopted Emmy or the kids were born, I’d have to say when Katie agreed to be my wife. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live.

Katie: Me neither, not least becase I got my camero...

Steve: rolls eyes.

Katie:  Joking aside, yeah the engagement sticks in my mind but I think it was when you finally kissed me for the first time. I knew then that I was never gonna let you go.

Steve: yeah...that...ok you know what this is an impossible question after being together for so long.

19. Favorite shoes?

Katie: I have a pair of sparkly gold Jimmy Choo stilettoes that I’ve had for ages. They’re gorgeous, with ankle straps and pointed toes. I’ve had them for almost  17 years but they’re amazin.

Steve: grins. Yeah, they’re my favourite shoes too...

Katie: Pervert.

Steve: I’m not even gonna deny it. Those shoes ALWAYS stay on if I can help it.

20. Most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Both start to laugh hysterically.

Steve: Where do we start?

Katie: New York, Washington, Sokovia, Lagos, Leipzig, Siberia, Wakanda, Upstate and proablly a whole load of other places in between could be good places Stevie.

Steve: Yeah, this...I can’t answer this. 

21. Most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing?

Katie: I was 7 when my parents died but taking Tony as surrogate, I reckon him catching us in the kitchen when we were...you know, and he didn’t actually know about us has got to be up there.

Steve: Yeah, that was pretty bad... although my Ma once caught me and Bucky measuring our... looks down.

Katie: splutters What? You never told me this?

Steve: Well its not exactly somethign that crops up in conersation sweethheart? “Oh by the way, once when we were 16 me and Buck compared sizes...” Katie: Blinks. Boys are strange. So who had the biggest...

Steve: Next question...

22. Last time you had an orgasm?

Both grin.

Steve: Last night 

Katie: I can confrim this...there’s not many nights to be fair where we don’t...

23: Celebrity Crushes?

Katie: grins. Does Bucky Barnes count?

Steve: Fuck you.

24: Makeup or natural?

Katie: Normally I just wear a bit of tinted moisturiser and mascara, now I have the kids anyway. I don’t have time to really do my face in a morning. I’ll make the effort when we go out though...

Steve: You don’t need it honey.

Katie: Awww thanks baby.

Steve: Although that red lipstick you wear, the bright red..yeah...I like that... grins wickedly and winks It smears well...

Katie flushes: dirt bag

25. Favorite season?

Katie: Summer. Growing up in Malibu I like the sun and warmth.

Steve: Fall. It’s an artists dream...the colours and textures are amazing to work with

Katie: Fall is rubbish. Everything dies and it’s a bit shit.

Steve: But you make apple pie and get to snuggle in my sweaters.

Katie: literally the only 2 things good about it. 

26. Are you a competitive person?

Katie snorts and looks at Steve

Steve: I’m not even going to deny it. 

Katie: He even refuses to let the kids win a games sometimes.

Steve: Important life lessons, Doll. 

27. First pet you’ve ever owned?

Katie: My goldfish Flounder, the one that Tony replaced about 8 times. Other than that it was my Turkey Marv, he was ace.

Steve: I didn’t have any growing up so mine would be Lucky. He was a great dog. 

28. Favorite pasta dish?

Steve: Mac and Cheese, specifically Katie’s. It’s amazing.

Katie smiling: Yeah  I like Mac and Cheese, but I also enjoy carbonara.

29. Favorite kind of pizza?

Both: Pepperoni.

Steve: New York Style.

Katie: I like Deepdish every now and then.

Steve: It’s not the same...

Katie: well dur, that’s the point.

Steve: Yeah, not convinced. 

30. Lots of acquaintances or a handful of close friends?

Katie: Handful of close friends, without a doubt. They become an extension of your family, you know. All of us in the Avengers were close and when you have that bond, you’ll do anything for one another.

Steve: Agree completely. When you’re close like we all are then it makes everything that little bit easier, knowing that whatever you’re facing you’ve got each others 6.

31: Something that ruins your appetite?

Katie: Narrows eyes Whenver I see Ross on Tv. Makes me want to puke.

Steve: You really should let that go you know?

Katie: Never. I hold a grudge very well.

Steve: Don’t I know it.

32. Night out with a bunch of friends in public or night in with one friend having deep conversations?

Steve: I’ve never been one for big nights out. I enjoy the odd one now and then but, I’d much rather curl up on the sofa or round the firepit with Katie or Sam or Bucky with a beer and some decent talk.

Katie: Yeah, at one time I would have said night out hands down, but certianly since having the kids, or even since we started dating, it’s definately change my ideas a little. Some of the nicest nights we’ve had have been spent on the sofa.

Steve grins: yeah...

Katie: And not just because of that....

33. Have you ever told someone you loved them first?

Steve: I’ve only ever told one girl I loved them and she’s sat right here, and I said it first that night...

Katie: smiling Yeah, yeah you did. I wasn’t far behind though, like 3 seconds or something.

34. Have you ever had sex on the first date?

Katie: Does a one night stand count as a first date? Because if so then yes...

Steve: Same.

Katie: Lottie?

Steve: Storm?

Both look at one another,  teasingly.

Katie: Ok next question...

35. Heroes or villains?

Steve: Some people might say there’s a fine line between the two. Katie: Oh here he goes, getting all Captain Philosophical again...look, everyone knows we were suposedly the heroes Steve, and to be fair we saved the world a fair few times, we were even fighting in the shadows during the Nomad years.

Steve: I know, I know...

36. How many plates can you eat at a buffet?

Steve: You know I’ve never actually counted.

Katie: You did 20 at the last brunch we went to.

Steve: 20...that’s...impressive.

Katie: smirking Bucky did 22

Steve: sighs Of course he did...

37: Favorite dessert?

Steve: Apple pie, preferably Katie’s

Katie: Pecan pie. Hands down. 

38 Would you rather watch a TV show or a movie?

Steve: Ooh, that’s..i suppose it depends. I do like a good TV series, especially if we can curl up and binge watch once the kids are going to bed but I do have fond memories of us working through the films on my list...

Katie: smiling, yeah we had a lot of fun. Still

39. What’s your favorite compliment to give?

Steve: I love telling Katie how beautiful she is, and what a wonderful mother she is...all of which is true.

Katie: I like to remind Steve that he’s my Steve Rogers, not Captain America...because he is. And he’s the most amazing man on the planet, with or withouth that serum coursing through his veins. Which is what makes him the best dad the kids could wish for.

40. What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

Steve: smiling,  she’s sat right next to me.

Katie: smiling , back at ya soldier.

[cilldaracailin]

Play The Game

Hello my Tumblr lovelys :)

And finally I have made it back with the next part of Play The Game and I hate to say it, but it is also the last part of this particular adventure for Robyn and Taron. 

Thank you so much for all the love, comments, followers and reads on this one. It’s been a fun adventure.

I don’t really have anything else to say except enjoy and yeah... I enjoyed writing this part :)

Suze xx :) 

4

“I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.”

“Are you going to be singing the songs the whole way back to the hotel?” Laughed Taron once Anthony had closed the back door of the car.

“You knew this. I warned you.”

“So I take it you enjoyed the musical?” He asked, shifting in his seat so Robyn could sit a little sideways against him.

“Oh it was just stunning. The music and costumes and cast and the whole production. Thank you so much for asking me to come Taron. I would have come to see it anyway at some stage but this was just perfect.” Robyn went back to humming as she sent a quick text to her mam telling her how her evening had gone, popping her phone back in her clutch. She pulled out the receipt she got Taron to sign. “I am going to frame this.”

“Really?”

“Well I don’t have your autograph.” Robyn crossed her legs, leaning a little more into Taron and held the little piece of paper which had been in her clutch from the last time she used it, the index finger of her right hand running over Taron’s signature.

“I wrote a note on your rocketman DVD.” He reminded her, the fingers of his left hand making light circles on her bare shoulder.

“That was a personal note, not an autograph. It is very different.”

“You could have just asked me for one.”

“I may ask you for another one. I am going to frame this one and then sell it on eBay for hundreds of pounds especially when I say it’s from me!”

“Then you have to split it with me. It’s is my name you are selling.”

“Or I could just photocopy this one.” She grinned shaking the paper at him. “No one would know!” Robyn giggled as Taron tried to pull the paper from her, but she quickly pushed it in through the left arm hole of her dress and into her bra.

“Robyn I will go in there for it.” Grinned Taron, his eyes darkening, knowing exactly where Robyn had pushed the page.

“I have no doubt but you won’t.” She countered.

“No I won’t but I could and would.”

“But you won’t.” She repeated.

Sighing Taron nodded. “I won’t.”

Robyn nodded and leaned back against him smiling as Taron loosely draped his arm around her shoulders again and she happily sighed, starting to hum once. It was a very quick drive back to the hotel and just as she had comfortably settled against Taron, the car stopped and Anthony had opened the door to let them out.

“I will see you tomorrow at half five?” Asked Anthony once he closed the door of the car again.

“Yes please.” Confirmed Taron.

“Well I will see you then. Have a good night.”

They waited for Anthony to get back into the car and drive away before they made their way into the hotel. It was a quick walk to the lift and back to their hotel room, Robyn opening the room this time as she minded the key in her bag. Turn down service had been and gone and she squealed when she saw the two chocolates on the pillows, picking them up and throwing one to Taron who caught it, grinning as he unwrapped it and popped it on his mouth.

“Yum.” He smiled walking over to the bed and sitting down, loosening his tie a little. “Happy you got your chocolate?” He asked her as she sat beside him.

“Hmm. Very.” Robyn watched from the corner of her eyes as Taron stripped himself of his tie and opened the top two buttons of his shirt. “Do you want to go and have a drink or anything before we hit the hay for the evening?” She asked him as he slipped his jacket off, her eyes not missing the wince he tried to hide as he let the material fall to the bed just by shuffling his arms a little.

“Is it ok if we skip it?” He said turning to look at her. “Normally I’d say yes and happily sit and nurse a beer but I’d rather just lay on the bed and watch some TV.”

“Of course. I am very happy to do that.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. Even after a cosy nap earlier, now that the excitement has died down a little, I am very much open to relaxing on this bed and watching TV. I vote for PJ’s and pie.”

“Pie?” He asked confused. “I understand PJ’s but pie?”

Robyn smiled as she got to her feet. “Give me ten minutes to take this face off and I shall reveal all.”

She walked towards the bathroom and as she walked balanced on one foot so she could take her left shoe off and then her right, throwing them on the floor under the desk. It always felt great to be out of her heels and she enjoyed the softness of the carpet and then the coolness of the bathroom tiles under her bare feet. She turned around to close the bathroom door behind her and her smile faded as she saw a look of pain on Taron’s tired face, his two hands on his shoulders as he rubbed them hard, his chin against his chest. She knew he had been hiding the whole evening and hiding very well the ache he was feeling but even if his face as he sat watching the musical didn’t convey the truth of the soreness he felt, his eyes did. Taron’s beautiful eyes always gave away his true feelings and emotions and after seeing the look of misery in his green irises for most of the night, she could see he was now finding it harder to physically hide how he was truly feeling. As she closed the door, she knew her surprise for him would make him smile, but it wouldn’t really help his shoulders. “Some paracetamol and if I can convince him a little shoulder massage.” She said to herself.  

After flushing the toilet and washing her hands, Robyn looked in the mirror and grinned that she still looked pretty well put together, her hair still crimped and holding its shape. She routed through her toiletry bag for her make-up remover and as she pulled it out, knocked over Taron’s leather brown wash bag from the counter, sending it falling to the floor.

“Shit.” She cursed and bent down to pick it up, putting his toiletries back in. The last thing she picked up was a piece of scrap paper which looked very familiar with the light blue lines. She unfolded it, turned it over and her head titled as a sad smile filled her face. “One shoulder massage” She read aloud. “Taron.” She sighed as she stood up with his wash bag in one hand and the page in her other. Placing his wash bag back on the counter she laid the page on top. She quickly took her make-up off and washed her face, rubbed some moisturiser in and brushed her teeth once she was done. She searched through her bag on the counter and once she had found the two things she was looking for, made her way back into the bedroom with the hand written page she had given Taron for Christmas.

Taron was still sitting on the bed with his hands on his shoulders, his eyes closed. He hadn’t heard the bathroom door open and only realised she was finished when he felt the bed sink beside him. He quickly moved his hands and gave her a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “All done?” He asked her.

“All yours.”

Nodding, Taron stood up and made his way towards the bathroom. “I am just going to take a quick shower.”

“Taron?”

“Hmm?”

“Want to use this after your shower?” Robyn held up the piece of paper to him and he padded slowly back over to her and took it from her.

“You found this?”

“I accidently knocked your wash bag over and it fell out. So, would you like to use it after your shower?”

“I am good Robyn. The shower will help.”

“Like shit it will.” Replied Robyn sternly. “You forget who you are talking to Taron. I know you very well.”

“Robyn…”

“Why did you bring it?” She gently pulled the page from his hand and she waited a few seconds, watching as he tried to come up with an answer but his blank eyes met with her concerned ones. “You brought it because you wanted to use it and it didn’t just slip into your wash bag by itself.” Taron felt his shoulders drop along with his head to his chest. “Go and shower and then come back out to me and we will make use of this voucher.”

“You wouldn’t mind?” He glanced her way, feeling better in himself about bringing the voucher with him, especially when Robyn was so willing to follow through with it.

“We going to have the talk about presents again?” She responded with a half grin.

Taron smiled a little. “No, we don’t need to have that talk. We definitely don’t need to have that talk.”

“So…”

“Give me five minutes.” Taron turned and headed back for the bathroom, grabbing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from his case on the way to change into once he was out of his suit. Robyn’s belongings were neatly lined up on the sink and it always made him grin when he saw the travel bottles of creams and liquids, she brought with her. Robyn wasn’t one to fuss too much but she was still a woman at heart and had her own favourite products she liked to use. He quickly stripped himself of his suit, hanging it back up in the bag that still hung in the bathroom and as he waited for the water of the shower to heat up, brushed his teeth, using Robyn’s toothpaste, Taron forgetting his own. He rolled his neck slowly hearing his bones creak and crack as he moved his shoulders round a little too. It was the last hour of re-shoots and his fall from the top of a yellow cab that had left him so sore and tender but he hadn’t told Robyn that. He lost his footing and slid down the front windscreen of the taxi and then onto the hard ground on his shoulders and back of his neck. He didn’t know how his head hadn’t hit the ground but after a check-up by the onset medic, he was given the all clear immediately. The fall had hurt though and the continuation of filming hadn’t helped when what he really needed was an ice pack and some rest but with half an hour before the sun went down, he got back up on the taxi cab, shook the pain away and carried on filming, knowing he had time off once he was back home to rest. He just hadn’t told Robyn what had happened because he knew she would worry about him, knowing her protective nature of him would come straight to the forefront. This weekend was his turn to look out for her and he wouldn’t have it any other way but he wouldn’t refuse her offer of a shoulder massage even though he pretended she didn’t have too. He was almost desperate for one and had to keep his face straight from showing that need he felt.

Fully stripping down, Taron carefully stepped into the shower and stood under the hot spray, the water flattening his hair against his forehead and he closed his eyes and just stood. After about a minute he moved so the focus of the jets of water was on the back of his neck and the thundery downpour and force of the shower definitely helped to knead some of the knots out. Steam rose all around him and he could see the mirror fogging up and feeling a little overheated, his thoughts on the single-minded subject of Robyn’s soft hands, he turned the dial from hot to cold, allowing the change in temperature to cool his heated body down. The shoulder massage voucher Robyn had given him for Christmas had been constantly on his mind, more so than the back massage as he knew a shoulder massage was more likely than a back one and knowing how delicate and gentle she was as she ran her fingers through his hair, he shivered in anticipation of what was about to happen. Closing his eyes, he had etched in his memory the feeling of how she traced the features of his face the time he fell asleep against her in the tent they made for his sisters and knowing how intimately wonderful that felt especially when he pretended to still be asleep when he was actually awake and he had no doubt that her hands on his shoulders would be just as tender.

The cold water that had been needed, now made his body shiver and letting the water run over his face once more, he turned the dial to shut the water off. He ran his hands through his wet hair, squeezing the water out, shaking once more as the chilly drops, dripped down his back. He very carefully stepped out and quickly dried himself off, pulling on his sweatpants and t-shirt. He rubbed his hair hard, trying to get most of the wetness out, laughing at his reflection in the mirror when he was done.

“Really need a haircut.” He said to himself, not bothering to fix the fuzzy mess he was left it. Even though it felt longer, he opened the bathroom door five minutes later and strolled back into the bedroom. Robyn had changed out of her dress and was wearing a pair of blue shorts and a black oversized t-shirt, that came off her right shoulder and she sat on the bed with her legs crossed, the television on in the background.

“How are you feeling?” She asked him as he walked over to her. “And loving the hair.” She laughed a little at his dishevelled appearance, his hair sticking up everywhere.

“Better thanks. Showering always helps and yeah, the hair. In need of a cut.” He sat on the edge of the bed and as he had hoped, Robyn’s hands went straight for his hair, flattening it down for him.

“Just a trim.” She said.

“Because you got just a trim?”

“I desperately needed a haircut and my hair was so long it really was just a trim and my hair is still long. You only need a trim. I like it this length.”

Taron smiled. “I know but I will probably get it cut a bit shorter and don’t pout at me. Hair grows. You told me yourself.”

“Knew that would back fire on me.”

Taron’s grin faded a little as his eyes caught the piece of paper he had torn from his voucher book on the bed. “You don’t have to do this Robyn.” He picked up the page from the duvet. “I didn’t bring it so…”

“Taron…” Robyn interrupted him and took the page for him. “I gave you that book of vouchers for you to use them and you brought it with you because you wanted to use it and I am so very happy to pay up for you now. Who knows when we will see each other again?”

“St Patrick’s Day.” He answered.

“That is three weeks away and not certain.”

“Then at RENT.”

Robyn frowned at him. “And that is even further away.” She reached for his hand. “I gave you that present because I wanted you to use them when you needed them the most and right now this…” She placed the page in his free hand. “… This is something you need and would like. If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t have given you one, let alone five.” Robyn let go of his hand and patted the bed in front of her. “Come and sit down in front of me.”

He hesitated a little, not wanting to rush, to show her how eager he was and then climbed up onto the bed and sat in front of her crossing his legs, smiling at the confused look she wore. “What?”

“It’s a shoulder massage rocketman. I need to get to your shoulders. You have to turn around for me.” With a little sheepish grin, Taron moved and turned around so his back was facing her.  “And this is going to have to come off too.” Robyn lightly pulled on the bottom of his t-shirt.

Taron nervously laughed and gripping his t-shirt, quickly pulled it up and over his head, taking it off completely throwing it to the side.

“Take this.” Robyn handed him a pillow from the bed. “You can either sit with your legs crossed and hug the pillow or bring your knees to your chest and use the pillow on your knees to rest your head on.”

Going with the second option, Taron pulled his knees to his chest and balanced the pillow on them. With his arms hugging his legs, he rested his head on the soft cotton of the pillow. The position placed an uncomfortable strain on his shoulders and he loosened his arms a little so his back wasn’t pulled too tight.

“You ok there Taron?” Robyn asked him, her eyes roaming over the freckles and moles on his back and the smooth skin that was longing to be touched. Telling her heart to slow down, Robyn was slightly regretting some of the vouchers she had wrote for Taron’s Christmas present. She hadn’t really thought the process through and that it would be her hands on his skin. Robyn had held Taron in her arms before when he was shirtless but that was before her developing feelings were so intense and she had to wriggle her fingers and shake her hands a little, feeling a wonderful but yet a jumpy drop in her stomach as she got ready to give Taron one of his first shoulder massages.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“I have some oil Taron which I use as a moisturiser for my own skin and I am going to use that for your shoulders. It’s by a brand called Nuxe and it’s got a little fragrance to it but nothing overly strong and I also have a tube of that medicated rub I gave you when you were at my house last year. Then when we are done, I am going to get you to take some paracetamol and then we can get to the pie.”

Taron face broke into a grin and he looked over his shoulder at her. “You are full of surprises. What have you got up your sleeve?” He fully grinned as she winked at him, laughing a little as she used an index finger on his jaw to gently push his face back around. “You can be so secretive sometimes.”

“And that is why you love me.” She replied confidently, moving to sit on her ankles right behind him. “Now you never answered me when I said I would be using a little oil on your shoulders.”

Taron nodded. “That’s ok Robyn. You don’t have to explain anything to me. I trust you.” He knew he wasn’t cold, even after his cold shower and the hotel room was toasty warm but he still felt little shivers running down his spine and Robyn hadn’t even touched him yet.

Rubbing her hands together to try and warm them up as she knew her hands were always cold, she gently placed them by his neck, feeling him jump a little at the first contact but once she slipped her thumbs up the nape of his neck and into his hair, his whole body relaxed to her touch and once she started to move her thumbs in slow circles on his skin, his body further loosened up, easing the pressure with which he held himself against his knees, his shoulders rising and falling with a deep breath. Robyn played with his hair for a little while, giving Taron a chance to get comfortable. “Close your eyes rocketman and just stop thinking too much.”

Once she knew he was completely at ease and not going to jump when she touched him again, she reached for the gel and small glass jar of oil beside her, poured a little of each onto the palm of her right hand, and once she had rubbed her hands together, hovered over his shoulders for a second before she placed them on his neck again her thumbs rolling in easy circles on warm skin. “Taron?” She asked hearing a whisper of a groan from him, stopping her thumbs from moving immediately.

The groan left his body involuntarily and his squeezed his eyes shut with embarrassment when Robyn heard it, her wonderfully caring hands lifted from his neck. The combination of the slick oil and the feathery caresses below his neck were incredible, the light pressure she used perfect on tender muscles. Burying his face into the pillow, he was glad that his silence was enough for Robyn to replace her hands on his shoulders and this time with a bit more pressure, she worked her thumbs a little deeper into his skin, making trails down in-between his shoulder blades and back up to his neck, her long fingers sweeping over his shoulders to his collar bones.

Robyn took Taron’s continued silence and deep breathing as permission to continue with his massage and she went a little harder with her movements and a little lower too, smoothing over his shoulder blades. She moved her thumbs back down his back, tracing the line of his spine as she went, moving even more slowly as her eyes were distracted by the beauty marks on his back, her index fingers tracing over them. Applying firmer pressure, digging deeper into his skin, Robyn smiled as Taron moved his head on the pillow so she could reach more of his neck and she moved her hands at a snail’s pace back up to his neck and while her fingers kneaded the front of his neck, her thumbs worked the stress tenderly from him. She was completely in her element, so glad Taron had brought the voucher with him. She absolutely hated massages, except for when he played with her hair but had always been told she was good at them, good with her hands and if she could help alleviate some of Taron’s sore muscles, she was more than willing to help him, probably enjoying having her hands all over him more than she should. With every stroke, Robyn could see his tense muscles slacken and whereas before his shoulders were held tight, now as her hands moved further across the top of his body, his arms fell down by his sides, his face turning sideways on the pillow.

“You ok rocketman?” She asked quietly.

“So good.” He cooed back to her. “Best Christmas present.”

“Not as good as my Care Bear.” She laughed back at him.

“Uh-uh.” Taron replied. “Care Bear’s don’t give massages like you do.”

With a laugh, Robyn knelt up on her knees and she poured some more of her expensive body oil onto the palm of her hands with some of the gel and once spread over her palms, moved back to his shoulders, concentrating now on his actual shoulders. As she knelt behind him, Robyn was taken aback by how broad Taron actually was and she rolled her thumbs across his warm soft skin, smoothing over the light dusting of freckles on his skin that she hadn’t seen before. She had been in so many tight hugs with him and even fallen asleep on his shoulders but it was only now as she faced his bare back that she could take in his stunning physic and frame. His training for Eggsy had him in peak shape, not that she was bothered by his fit physic, knowing herself it wasn’t exactly her preferred body type and she could feel the tightness of his muscles as she rubbed his shoulders, making sure she didn’t knead into his skin too hard. Some parts of his upper back had been the cause of his twinges during the day and she didn’t want to hurt him more. She had a feeling his tough re-shoots were the root of his discomfort but was keeping the reason why to himself and she didn’t want to push him for an explanation. So instead she dipped her hands down his arms, feeling the little bump of the scar on his right upper arm as she palmed her way back up and down a few times, before moving over towards his neck, her thumbs circling in that spot she knew could make Taron almost turn to jelly. She could feel him push the tiniest bit back into her thumbs, so continued in that same spot, dipping up into his hair every now and again, taking her time and kneading his neck lovingly.

“You ok for just a little more pressure Taron?”

“Give me all you got chicken.”

“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t Robyn.” Taron turned to look at her and nodded her way. “Honestly you won’t hurt me and I would be very happy for you to go a little harder.” His cheeks immediately tinted and he lifted his head, the pillow falling from his knees as he sat up. “Jesus Christ, why do I always put my fucking foot in my mouth.”

Robyn stretched over him and picked up the pillow. “I can go harder for you.” She answered placing the pillow back on his knees. “And you only get your words muddled when you are either knackered or completely comfortable. Now, get yourself settled again and just let me know if it’s too much.”

Still wishing he could eat his previous words, Taron snuggled into the pillow on his knees, letting his arms rest by his sides as before. He was in absolute heaven and what he thought was going to be a loving tender massage was so much more. He knew Robyn was so talented with her hands and loved every head massage she had ever given him, the delicate face one nearly coming out on top but it was nothing compared to how she manipulated her hands on his upper back and shoulders. The moment she ran her two thumbs down his spine, he had to hold his moan of pure delight in and only wished she pressed harder into his back, needing to feel a much more intense kneading and when she had asked him if she could massage his skin a little harder he could have turned around and hugged her tight. The cooling effect from the pain relief gel along with the slickness of the oil felt so sensual and as Robyn increased the strength at which she was rubbing his shoulders, her thumbs were digging so wonderfully into his raw and tender muscles that had been aching since he came back from New York. Soon he got his wish of deep pressure on his spine and couldn’t help but push his back into her hands, smiling as she repeated the motion once again and again. His whole body went limp and he hoped she hadn’t heard the guttural moan that came from the back of his throat as she put a lot more force into her movements, really grinding into his shoulders and it felt so gratifying and pleasurable. The tension and friction he had been cursed with since he fell was being kneaded away with a strong fluid movements and Robyn wasn’t going easy on him which he was so thankful for. He needed this. He desperately needed someone to just not be afraid to go a little harder with his back and shoulders and as her thumbs moved to that wonderful soft spot at the nape of his neck that she found so quickly when she hugged him, his eyes rolled a little, if felt so good.

When Taron asked her to go harder, Robyn didn’t hold back and put a little bit of her body weight into her movements, smiling to herself as she moved her two hands from one shoulder to the other and back to his neck, Taron moving back into her hands a few times, which gave her the confidence to push just a little harder into his skin. Her eyes were following the movements of her hands and his skin rolled with her thumbs as she pushed into his shoulders, hoping she wasn’t hurting him but as his whole body leaned further into his knees and feeling his deep breathing under her hands, she took it as a sign that he was thoroughly and literally under her thumb and relishing in every moment and move she made and increased the pressure just a little more. His skin was toasty warm under her hands and as the oil soaked into his neck and shoulders, she knew it would only make his silky smooth skin under her palms so much more so. The expensive oil she used to rub his back also had a slight hint of shimmer in it but Robyn just hadn’t told Taron that. It was barely noticeable and as she dragged her thumbs from one shoulder to the next, it could only be seen when his body caught the light in a certain way. Robyn wasn’t worried about him finding out either, knowing he was going to shower in the morning anyway and the shimmer would wash away under the water. As her thumbs made their way down his spine once again, she was sure she heard another moan of appreciation from him, Taron’s face moving into the pillow once more and she ran them very slowly back up to his neck, her two hands moving through his hair before brushing over his shoulders and down his spine again.

She took no notice of the time or how long they sat on the bed together, Robyn just wanting to give Taron something to not only relax him but to thank him for looking after her so well on the red carpet but when she felt it had been at least half an hour since she started, she knelt up to her full height and dragged her two hands up through his slightly damp hair, pulling gently, Taron catching on quickly that she wanted him to lift his head from his knees. Robyn sat back down on her ankles and guided Taron with her so his back now rested against her chest and his head was under her chin. With his new position she was able to rake her fingers through his hair easily, her nails scratching his scalp deliciously, her fingertips running in soothing circles over his temples, forehead and top of his head.

“The voucher was only for a shoulder massage.” He replied a little sleepily.

“Want me to stop?”

“Absolutely not.” Taron moved so his legs were stretched out in front of him, leaning right into Robyn behind him and closed his eyes. “How am I going to repay you for this?” He questioned as his arms lay by his sides.

“You don’t have to pay me back. It was your Christmas present and you already have. Tonight was amazing.” Robyn kneaded his head, a little harder than she normally would but hearing no complaints from Taron, she kept the pressure up for a few minutes, her hands moving back and forth through his hair and over his forehead. She smoothed her two index fingers over his eyebrows and carefully down his nose, one finger at time, running under his eyes and back to his eyebrows, repeating the movements a few times, her hands then sweeping back through his hair. As she traced down his temples and back up again, she knew Taron was completely in a trance and haze of glorious of pleasure as he lay against her with his arms resting by his sides palm up.

Deciding she was going to take a huge risk, hoping it was going to pay off, Robyn slowly moved her fingers down his face and neck, her hands then resting on his shoulders. With slow and purposeful movements, Robyn advanced her hands down his chest, her eyes locked on his stomach waiting to see if his breathing changed as her fingers slipped through the wonderfully soft hair on his chest before she travelled back up to his shoulders. Taron didn’t even move an inch and his breathing was still steady and controlled. It was a completely different story for Robyn and her heart was racing in her own chest and it took all of her inner strength to keep her hands from shaking as she took another chance to travel her hands down his chest again, lingering a little on centre of his sternum where only five months ago she had performed CPR on him. Without thinking Robyn ran her fingers in circles over the spot, soft delicate twists and turns now compared to the rough powerfully thrusts she had made on him before. Closing her eyes, she shook the imagines of an unresponsive Taron from her mind and concentrated on how she was practically running her hands all over him and he was letting her and kept her eyes focused on slow rise and fall of his stomach as she gently caressed his chest once more, smoothing over his collar bones and then the strong muscles of his arms.

“Robyn?” Taron’s voice was as quiet as a whisper.

“Hmm?” She asked, her hands grazing down his arms slowly.

“I don’t have a voucher for this.”

“I know.” Robyn brushed her fingers over his chest again. “This one is on the house.”

Taron was in complete and absolute heaven. He thought the shoulder and neck massage was wonderful and so soothing to his aching muscles and as always when someone played with his hair, he was putty in their hands but when Robyn pulled him against her, his body nestled so comfortably against her chest, Taron found a position and new comfort he never knew he needed. He had never been given such attention before, his whole body was on fire from her touch but he felt so calm and relaxed. His time on set had been cruel and hard, his body put through the mil by Matthew but now as he lay against Robyn , he couldn’t even open his eyes to look to look to the woman who so tentatively moved her hands down his chest and over his heart. When Robyn lingered over the centre of chest, his whole body heated up and he hoped Robyn hadn’t felt the increase in his body temperature. When she had previously been incredibly rough with him, her hands leaving bruises on his chest, Robyn’s nimble fingers were running in the sweetest of circles on his skin and it felt so comforting for him. Taron didn’t remember the CPR only feeling the after effects of what Robyn had done for him but as her hands moved over his chest again, Taron knew the motion of what she was doing was of vital importance to her and was happy to let her have her moment with him, not really wanting to ask her to stop as he was very much enjoying the new take on a shoulder massage. If Robyn needed the time to place her hands on his chest to feel him breathing and his heart beating, he was always willing to let her do it, even remembering that he had told her to do so when he stayed with her once they had left Florida. As far as he was concerned Robyn basically had every right to his heart, because he had his because of her.

Robyn lingered over his upper body for another minute or two, selfishly taking the time to draw shapes and designs on his chest, enjoying the slight intimacy Taron was giving her, glad he was doing so as she suddenly felt a strong need to feel a steady heart beat under her hands. Sometimes, the reality of what they had been through, would come back to the forefront of her memories and being able to feel his beating heart, always calmed the slight anxiety she felt as she thought about Taron not breathing under her hands. Almost reluctantly, Robyn ran her hands once more over his body once more, before moving back to his head.

“So, you going to tell me what happened on set?” She asked him, as she dragged her fingers through his hair.

“What do you mean?” He asked quietly, his eyes still closed.

“You are sporting some bruising on your left shoulder. Did you not notice how I kept the kneading lighter on that side?”

Taron sighed. “No.” He opened his eyes. “I was lost in a haze of pure happiness.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

“Not really.”

“Shall I ring Matthew?”

“I slipped off the roof of a yellow cab, slid down the windscreen, bonnet and to the ground, banged my shoulders and neck off the curb.”

“Taron, Jesus, why didn’t you tell me? I could have hurt you.”

“I got the all clear from the medic on site.”

“I still could have hurt you.”

“You didn’t.” He felt Robyn take her hands from his hair and rest on his shoulders. “You didn’t.” He repeated. “It felt so good Robyn. I can’t even explain how good. I wish I had of brought another voucher with me so I could get another one.” He lifted his body from hers and spun around so he could kneel opposite her. “I know you worry about me and I also know I can’t tell you not too but if I was to tell you about every time I hurt myself on set, I would probably be ringing you at the end of every working day with about ten stories of a caught finger, or bumped head. It’s just natural on such a physical set and I promise I was absolutely fine after I fell. Just a little sore.”

“I still could have really hurt you Taron. I really applied some heavy pressure into your shoulders at one point.”

“And it felt amazing Robyn. I am so glad you asked me if it was ok. I really really needed that extra hard pressure.” Taron rolled his shoulders to prove a point. “See no twinges any more.” He half grinned. “And you know you can do this whenever you need too.” He lifted her hand and placed it onto his chest, over his heart. “Whenever you need too.” He repeated. “It’s beating because of you.”

Without hesitation, Robyn threw her arms around his neck and have his body a tight squeeze, her palms resting flat against his bare back. “Thanks for letting me do that Taron.”

“Anytime you need to Robyn.” He kissed her temple and hugged her close to him. “But we may have to replace the free head massages with free shoulder ones.” He grinned as she let him go quickly, ending their hug.

“You have four vouchers left. Use them wisely.” She replied reaching her hands up and brushed his hair from his forehead, keeping her hands in his hair so it was spiked up a little. “Next time you need to warn me if you’ve had a fall Taron. This…” She raked her hands through his hair again, her voice deadly serious. “… Is very different from this.” Her hands ran the whole way down the back of his head and to his shoulders which she gentled rubbed. “I am not a professional and just good with my hands, as you have told me before so I should be aware before I even touch you if you are carrying even the lightest of injuries. A simple wrong move could be disastrous.” Her hands wandered down his arms and to his hands.

“I will make sure you know if I am carrying a somewhat of an injury next time.” Taron gripped her hands tight. “I will have to return the favour some day.”

“No need.”

“What?”

“I hate massages.”

Taron’s eyes opened wide. “Shut up.”

His words made her laugh. “I don’t like them.” She said again.

“What is wrong with you?” He asked letting go her hands dramatically. “You don’t like massages?”

“You know how tickly I am and I just don’t like them.”

“I have given you a massage before.” He titled his head to her.

“You have played with my hair before. It’s different.”

“And I have rubbed the back of your neck and your head.”

“Still different rocketman.” Robyn climbed off the bed.

“I am going to change your mind someday.” Taron reached for his t-shirt and as he pulled it back on, immediately noticing an ease with his movements. “Hey I have given you a massage before.” He said excitedly, fixing his t-shirt and getting off the bed, walking over to where Robyn was routing through the mini fridge, rolling his shoulders feeling such a relief from the pain he felt during the day. “In the 7/11.” He continued. “When I rubbed the aftersun into your shoulders. That was a mini massage.” Robyn looked up to him. “And you didn’t flinch away from me.”

“That was because you were helping me with the horrible sting I felt from the sunburn and the aftersun was helping to take the burn away.” Explained Robyn as she got to her feet with a frosted plastic box in her hands. “Different situation and it wasn’t technically a massage.” She closed the fridge with her foot.

“I bet I can change your mind.” He grinned. “When I come visit next month, I will change your mind.” Robyn didn’t answer him but walked around him and the bed so she was at her side. “I will change it.”

“You can try but there is no guarantee.”

“I like a challenge.” He winked. “What you got there?” The frosted box intrigued him and as Robyn settled herself on the bed, he moved around the opposite side of the bed.

“Pie.”

“Pie?” Taron got up on the bed and sat right beside her. “What you been up to now?”

“Take this.” Robyn handed him a fork, which he did, staring at the piece of cutlery as he held it, still completely puzzled but once she opened the tuber ware box on her legs, his eyes lit up.

“You absolute dream!” In the box were two pieces of key lime pie, nestled together in neat triangles, a blob of cream on top of each one. “Where have you been hiding this?” He asked watching as Robyn pushed her fork into her slice and ate it with a grin.

“I wasn’t hiding it. It was in the fridge.” Robyn smiled at the childlike grin that Taron wore as he took his own bite from his slice.

“You need to stop bringing baked goods with you every time you visit me.”

“You really want me to do that?” She asked, handing the box to Taron so he could get better access to his share. “Not bake for you?”

Taron stopped mid-bite and shook his head. “Ignore everything I have just said. Always bring me yummy things to eat when you visit me.” He finished off the rest of the zesty treat on his fork. “Yours tastes much better than mine.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Robyn reached over and took another piece of pie to eat. “It’s a fool proof recipe.”

Taron leaned happily against the pillows behind his back and he sighed as he chewed away. “Any more surprises for me?” He asked.

“I am all out.” Robyn answered simply. “But I also want you to take these.”  Hidden in her free hand she had two pain killers. “The shoulder rub is only temporary. These will definitely help more to take the ache away.”

“Do you just keep a supply of these for me?” He asked her as he handed her back the box and his fork to hold.

“Not necessarily for you but I have a stash.” She watched as he got off the bed and walked to the fridge. He stood a little straighter and his eyes were definitely brighter and as he carried a bottle of water back to the bed, his was smiling widely. “Sometimes I drive up to Newry in the North of Ireland. It’s only about an hour and half away from Kilcreen and because it is technically part of England, things are much cheaper like paracetamol and I can get a packet of sixteen for forty pence instead of a pack of twelve for two euro fifty. I stock up so I always have them.”

“Should I be a little worried?” He asked after he had settled himself on the bed. “Please tell me you buy other things and not just medication.”

“I buy other things. Normally spend the whole day walking around.” As Taron took the tablets from her, she took another bite of her slice of pie. “Ireland is quite expensive so I take advantage of part of the UK being in Ireland sometimes.” Once he had taken a drink and placed the bottle on the bed between them so Robyn could use it to drink from too, she handed him back his fork, satisfied he had taken something that would further ease his achy shoulders.

Taron dropped the fork on the bed and took the box from Robyn and reaching in, lifted his slice out, taking a large bite from it, grinning as Robyn rolled her eyes at him but copying him, she picked up her slice too ate it from her hands.

“So good.” He sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “Aren’t you cold?” He asked her as she moved to lay next to him, her legs crossed at the ankles. “Shorts? In February?”

“That time of the month.” She replied to him as she brushed her hands together to get rid of the remaining crumbs on her fingers, her slice all eaten. “I always run a little warmer and you are always warm so I picked something a little lighter to wear.”

Taron, who was finished his surprise treat, moved so his left arm was resting alongside her right one, for once feeling that her hand was actually warmer than normal. “Anything I can do for you?” He asked her remembering that last time he had been around her when her monthly visitor was around.

She pulled on his hand and he let her guide his left arm to her lap. “I am good. Last time was a one off. I just know I will be warmer than usual so came prepared with shorts.”

Taron looked down to her hands, his eyes closing as she made feather light touches up and down his arm, her fingers making zig-zag patterns along his skin. He naturally just sunk a little lower on the bed and let his cheek rest on her bare shoulder that was on show with the way her over-sized t-shirt sat on her frame, understanding more now how she explained about how her body temperature was a little warmer than usual, her skin soft and balmy om his cheek. Robyn had a knack for being so gentle with her movements when it was needed and she now traced his arm so lightly as if a harder touch would break him, already having used her strength to knead his shoulders so wonderfully. He felt like he was in a complete dream world, as Robyn took to now massaging the skin on his arm. He opened his eyes when he felt her swirl her finger in the same spot a few times and he grinned as he realised she was running over his moles on his arm.

“What are you doing?” He asked as her as she moved to another one near his elbow.

“You have so many of these.” Robyn moved her hand back down towards his wrist, his arm hair silky under her fingers and she stopped as she spotted another two moles.

“Not as many as you.” He laughed as she tapped each one along his arm and up past his elbow.

“Yours are here all the time. My freckles fade.”

“Not these ones.” Taron copied her movements and stretched over to use his right hand to tap her own freckles.

“I like yours.”

“Meh.”

“What’s the meh for?”

“They have been photoshopped out before from a few photoshoots I have done.”

“What?” Robyn stopped rid stroke, her fingers hovering over his arm.

“Particularly the mole on my neck.” He had to lift his head from her shoulder as Robyn moved suddenly and he started to fall. “It’s all true chicken.” He saw the looked of disbelief on her face.

“But why?” She asked and automatically stretched her arm over to his neck.

“Guess it’s not perfect enough for them.” He couldn’t help but smile at the scowl she wore and let her lift his chin a little and her eyebrows stayed furrowed as she ran her fingers lightly over his mole on his neck. “I know what you are going to say.”

“Fucking vain tosspots.”

Taron chuckled. “Ok maybe not.”

“You are perfect Taron.”

“And there it is.” He grinned, his smile widening as she still frowned.

“I hate that you have to be subjected to that shit Taron. It’s so mentally draining and just disgusting.”

“You are so wonderful Robyn and with you around, I don’t need to worry about people taking my moles and freckles away.”

“But they shouldn’t do it Taron.”

Still smiling, Taron moved a little further down the bed so he could lay his head back on her shoulder and draped his left arm back across her lap. “It’s just the way it is Robyn.”

“Well I love your freckles and moles.” She said firmly. “I love all of you. Every bit.”

“Every bit.” He grinned as she started to stroke his arm again.

“Every bit.” She confirmed, her whole hand moving up and down his arm.

“I love every bit of you too but probably your hands the best, especially at the moment.”

“Mr. Egerton is a little softie at heart, isn’t he? You love these cuddly and cosy situations.”

“I don’t get them very often Robyn and normally only in private when I am with you.” He admitted. “I don’t really have anyone who is willing to give me the hugs and cuddles or such soothing massages.”

“Deian?” She asked with a little laugh.

“Dear God no.” He laughed. “Just no.” He snuggled a little more into her, closing his eyes, feeling a little tired as the heat from her body and the movement of her hand on his skin, helped to relax him completely. He felt her kiss his head and without a second thought, turned to lay on his left side so he could lean a little better against her, moving his left arm, so his right arm was now slack against her stomach.

“I like these moles too.” He heard her say and felt her gentle touch on his other arm. “And these ones.”

Robyn, now with Taron’s other arm, could touch and caress and examine his beautifully soft skin, her fingers running over tendons and veins on the back of his hand, feeling strong defined muscles under his skin. She was completely in her element as she lay with Taron, finally getting the chance to do what she had been desperate to do to him since she was sitting with him in the 7/11 and that was to get to his wonderfully strong arms and his hands. She continued to draw patterns on his toasty skin, over his moles and freckles and rub back and forth over his arm hair. She eventually linked her fingers with his and she smiled happily. He hadn’t been in a bad mood when they met that morning but she knew something was up with him. Now as he nestled into her, not only was Taron much more content in himself but Robyn was doing what she loved doing best, looking after the man in her arms who had spent the whole day making sure she felt entirely comfortable and her heart was filled with nothing but true and honest love for him.

Taron felt his face was going to start hurting from the permanent smile that filled his cheeks and he opened his eyes as he felt Robyn trail a finger down his nose and back up again. “I am really starting to understand why you like that so much. I don’t know how to describe it but it is wonderful.” Robyn’s body moved under him as she laughed and he watched as she moved her legs a little, crossing them at her ankles, her right ankle over her left. “Chicken?”

“Hmmm..?” Robyn hummed as she brushed his nose again.

“Why are your legs all bruised?”

Robyn’s hand stalled on Taron’s nose and she looked to her legs which had little bruises below and above her knees, some darker ones on her thighs. “Along with my busy week of paperwork I also had to fill in for one of the girls as she was out sick so I was in the Preschool room with the children and walked into the furniture a few times, maybe the tables too.”

“You really do bruise easily.” With his position, Taron was able to reach down and delicately stroked the blue tinted skin of a bruise on her right thigh.

“You have no idea. I am so used to adult sized furniture in the office that I forget when I am in a room and catch myself on the corners of the wooden play kitchen a lot, normally when I walk past it.”

“It’s kind of depressing in a way but I am glad I was caught under the shelf in the 7/11 and not you. I know how bruised I was afterwards but I would have hated to have seen the bruising on your skin.”

“It would have been pretty grim.” She agreed. “It doesn’t help that my iron levels can be low.”

Taron moved to sit up against the pillows so he wasn’t leaning on her shoulder any more, his whole face turning stern. “We have had this conversation a few times before. Should I be getting my serious lecture face ready for you? Low iron can be dangerous Robyn.”

Her heart swelled as she saw the genuine concern on his face and she knew he would be ready in a heartbeat to tell her off for not taking more red meat into her diet. “You don’t have to tell me Taron.”

“Sometimes I feel like I do have to tell you and look after you too. I think you forget to do so. You are too busy looking after everyone else.”

“You look after me.” She told him. “Every time I come and see you, you look after me.”

“I feel like I might be the only one who does.” He answered her. “And cwtch doesn’t count.” He quickly added, earning a grin from her. “You need to take care of yourself Robyn and I mean that. It’s ok to stop and breathe and do things for you. I was serious when I told you this morning that you are going to burn out. You need to slow down.”

“Says the actor who can work a sixteen-hour day.”

“Who gets breaks during his day and a few weeks after and in-between filming. You work every single day with only an hour lunch.”

“I have some days off coming up.”

“And when I come to visit, we are going to do lots of relaxing and sleeping and baking.” He was glad to see her smile. “I don’t want to have to come and visit you in hospital Robyn.”

“You won’t Taron.” She assured him. “You won’t.” She placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed his forehead.

“You can’t distract me with kisses Robyn.” He closed his eyes and inwardly sighed as her lips found the corner of his. “Robyn…” He opened his eyes and was taken back at how close her face was to his. “You are a tosspot.”

“And you are wonderful caring man. I promise that I will take it easy the next few weeks in work.”

“No overtime.”

“No overtime.” She repeated.

“And lots of Taron cuddles starting now.”

With a little change of position and making sure they were tucked under the duvet cover, Robyn found herself in what had become her usual cuddling position with Taron, her head on his shoulder while his arm wrapped around her shoulder, tucking her into him. She didn’t get a chance to move her arm over his waist, as Taron pulled her hand over his stomach himself his own hand now trailing shapes up and down her arm, repeating the same tender touch she had been using with him. “I love you.” Taron whispered so quietly into her hair that Robyn didn’t hear him. He smiled as her hair was still crimped and in her plaits, enjoying the extra warmth her body provided him which he easily felt through his t-shirt. He found himself becoming more and more protective of the woman in his arms, each time he saw her and knowing how hard she worked, almost until she was dead on her feet, even more so and after how she had so lovingly just cared for his whole body with her hands, he was more than willing and ready to look after her. He wished he could whisk her away for a few days where it was just the two of them, both just spending the time together like they did when they were in her home but with their lives so busy, they were lucky to get a weekend together and he knew he was going to do everything to try to get to her for St Patrick’s Day, just wanting to spend more with her, just to make sure she was taking care of herself while letting her do the same for him.

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Pizzas, friends and questions

Note: This self isolation thing really gets me in the mood for writing. Sorry I only write Chris pieces, but I guess this works for me the best, at least for now lol. Here’s another one for you to enjoy, and for me to practice a little 😊

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You were done with life today. Your classes took way too long, so not only you were tired at this very moment, but also pissed at the coffee machine that decided to break just when you needed it. The minute you stepped home all you were dreaming about was to just hop in the shower, make yourself a cup of coffee and plop on the couch, trying to forget about all the stuff that was bothering you this day.

Your friends had different plans though, and they really wanted you to be a part of it. Just as you were about to put your favourite show on and relax a bit, you heard your phone ringing. Glancing at the screen, you noticed your best friend's name. Chris. You picked up, wondering why he decided to bother you just now.

"Hey mami, ready for some partying this evening?" You heard his chirpy voice. 

You just frowned, not being in the mood for anything right now.

"I had a really shitty day Chris, I'd rather just stay home." You answered him. Now this could go two ways - either he's going to try to convince you to get out with him and have fun, which sometimes was necessary, or respect your decision and leave you to yourself. You really hoped he's going to pick the second option.

"C'mon, you know we're always having so much fun." Shit. He did have a point there, you were never able to be bored around him, but this time you were just not having it.

"I don't wanna go out." You mumbled into the phone.

"So you're just gonna sit there all alone?" Chris asked, maybe a bit surprised you didn't wanna hang out with him and the boys. Sitting there on your own was exactly what you needed right now. Or more specifically, disappearing under your covers, binge watching Netflix and eating your mood away.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm planning to do."

"Ah, okay then." You heard him giving up. It worked. "If you'll change your mind, you know where to find us."

"Yeah, thanks for that. I gotta go now." You hung up, pleased about the fact he let go that easily.

After you finished third episode of the show, along with second bowl of popcorn, you moved to the bathroom. You ran yourself a nice, warm bath, where you were just able to relax and take your mind off of the stressing events. Right before you turned into a prune, you got out of the bathtub, finishing your pampering session with moisturising your body and snuggling into the fluffiest robe you owned.

You were just about to start figuring out what you want for dinner, when once again your phone started ringing. Looking at it, you noticed Chris' name. What did he want this time?

"Yeah?" You picked up, hoping you won't have to deal with his drunk ass.

"We're on our way home, do you want some food?" You weren't expecting this; usually at this time the boys were partying at their hardest, not coming back home.

Well, if he already called you and offered you some food, you couldn't really pass on it.

"Can you get me a pizza?"

"Sure, the one you always get?" He knew exactly what kind of pizza you liked, and that there was not supposed to be any onions on it. You couldn't really ask for a better friend, could you?

"Yes, thank you Chris." You said back, grateful that he was being so thoughtful and decided to call you.

"No problem mami, we'll be back in a couple minutes." You heard him disconnect.

Waiting for the food, you prepared glasses and something to drink for the boys. Little did you know there was only one of them coming up to your apartment.

Not long after ending your phone call you heard someone knocking softly on your door. You got up off the couch, opening and seeing your best friend's smiley face. He let himself in, moving closer to the dining table.

"Here's your food mami." You saw him still holding the box, so you reached for it, ready to demolish whatever was inside of it. He brought it closer to himself though, not letting you grab it.

"But I want a hug for it." Chris grinned slightly.

You sighed, not really being in the mood for some games. But since he was nice enough to bring you your favourite pizza, you didn't have no choice but to give in. Seeing you moving closer he put the box of pizza on the table, engulfing you in a warm hug.

You wanted it to be a quick one and move on to stuffing your mouth with the food, you didn't expect your hug to feel so good though. Not only he was warm and smelled really nice, but the way his arms were gently wrapped around you made your heart melt. You let yourself stay in longer, feeling one of his hand moving to your head and stroking it softly.

You pulled away after a little while, taking a seat at the table and finally opening the good stuff that just got brought in. Chris sat next to you, filling both of your glasses, while you already started munching on the pizza. Smiling softly, he took a slice as well.

You two were just eating in silence, watching whatever was on tv. Your friend got particularly interested into something at the screen, and your eyes just absentmindedly went to his face. His soft features were changing as he got focused on the tv; his hair was looking extra soft today, and the pizza made his lips a bit more shiny and luscious looking than usual. Was it possible you were falling for your best friend? You can't lie, you were always finding him attractive, but it seemed like he was always a bit distant if it comes to something more than being just friends. Plus you really did enjoy the relationship you two had, and in no way you wanted to destroy it.

You felt him moving around and stopped staring almost immediately, not really wanting to get caught. The two of you already finished the pizza he brought in, and with full stomachs you moved onto the couch. Chris got in charge of the tv and picked something for you to watch, making himself more comfortable. At first you were try to pay attention to an actual movie, but with your stomach full of delicious food and the heat your friend created while sitting next to you, your eyelids started to get heavy. Eventually your head ended up on his shoulder, your body enjoying the presence of a warm and snuggly company. Chris moved his head gently, trying not to wake you up. It was his time to watch your face closely, and even if it felt maybe a little creepy staring at you like that while you were asleep, he couldn't help it. Seeing you being so vulnerable, yet comfortable and relaxed next to him made his stomach all bubbly, and he tried really hard not to give in and kiss you. You didn't know that, but your best friend shared the same feelings towards you. He adored you, and he wanted to ask you out so many times, but he didn't want to ruin your friendship. He loved seeing you all giggly and happy everytime your group was out, and he thought that maybe it's a little selfish, but he wanted to be the one who makes you feel that way.

Sighing softly he turned his head back, and very gently, trying not to wake you, he got off the couch. He quickly grabbed a pillow and put it under your head. Looking around he noticed a blanket laying next to the coffee table. He covered your body with it and softly tucked you in. Turning the tv off he turned around one last time, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your head and moved to the door, closing it quietly after getting out of your apartment.

[buckybabybaby]

Mr Hollywood (Chapter 13)

Summary: Bucky Barnes, an underpaid teaching assistant in a small English village, dreams of a movie career back in his home country of America. He finally gets the break he’s always wanted, and if it wasn’t for you, his best friend, he wouldn’t have been able to take it.

But is that fact enough to save your friendship when it’s tested by the pressures of Hollywood?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word count: 1954

Chapter summary: Classic only one bed dilemma ‘cos I’m a sucker for a cliché…

Warnings: none!

Previous: Chapter 12

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After your star-studded weekend, the normality of school is refreshing. You’re not sure how you would cope with fame yourself, even one evening surrounded by such wealth and excess had almost been too much for you. It’s a completely different world from the one you know, and as Bucky has demonstrated, it is incredibly easy to get caught up in the wrong side of Hollywood. Your greatest wish for him now is that his new team keep him safe as far as they can.

Peggy finds you early on the first morning back, keen to get all the gossip.

“So how was it? Your date with James?”

You roll your eyes. “It wasn’t a date. And it was good. Fun.”

“Just 'fun’?”

“Yes, Peggy.”

“So, he didn’t invite you back to his hotel room, and, you know?”

“No, Peggy.”

“That’s disappointing.”

You scoff at her. “You’re ridiculous. And anyway, there was no hotel room because he was travelling for more promo up north.”

“Oh of course, the breakfast show. Did you watch it?”

You had, heart in your mouth as Bucky sat rigid in front of the cameras. As the interview progressed he had relaxed into his chair, joking along with Sam and his other cast mates, and by the time they wrapped it looked like he was actually enjoying himself.

You nod. “He did well, didn’t he?”

“Just make sure he doesn’t hurt you again Y/N.”

“What? You were the one who was pushing me to make up with him.”

“Yeah, but, still. I’m not scared of him.”

Shaking your head in amusement, you send her away as you try to focus on your marking. You’re glad she’s on your side if you ever need her, and you hope you won’t where Bucky is concerned, for his sake as well as yours. Not many have survived the wrath of Peggy.

*****

Bucky next calls you ten minutes after the last bell rings that Friday afternoon.

“Did you get my email?”

“Err, I don’t know?”

“Check it now, I’ve just sent it.”

Clicking away at your computer as he waits impatiently on the other end of the line, you find the message and open it, scrunching your face up as you hover over the many links.

“What is this?”

“Your tickets.”

“My ticket-” You stop as you recognise the airlines logo in the corner of the page, and when you download the attachment and the itinerary it contains, you understand what he’s done.

“Bucky, I can’t-”

“Yes you can Y/N.

“This is far too much.”

“No it’s not. It’s what we always said I’d do if I ever made it.”

“But we were only joking!”

“I wasn’t.”

Sighing, you read through the travel plan as Bucky chats away in the background about all the ideas he’s had about what you can do together when you’re there.

“And Dayton and Sophia are coming too! And little Benjamin. Adding you on didn’t cost much more.”

“That’s not how it works, Bucky.”

“Please Y/N.” The excitement drops from his voice. “I want to show you where I grew up, let my parents finally meet you, and just spend some time with my best friend. Proper time, not a few stolen hours when I’m in the country.”

You’re silent as you think over his request, and he takes it as agreement.

“So do you accept?”

“It’s very kind of you, so yes. But next time it’s on me.”

“All right.” He laughs. “This will be amazing, just wait. No adverse weather conditions or manipulative managers are going to get in our way this time.”

*****

The last weeks of the school year fly by as usual, and the first morning of the summer holiday is spent hurriedly throwing clothes and shoes into a suitcase, all too aware of the ticking clock counting down to the taxi’s arrival. It’ll be the first leg of a very long journey, down to the railway station where further along the line you’ll meet Dayton, Sophia and Benjamin, and then onto the airport express.

Your door bell rings as you’re zipping up the bag, and you drag it down the stairs as you run through your list of essentials one last time. Your passport, tickets and phone are all definitely there, so you hand your case to the driver and decide that if you haven’t got anything else now then you’ll just have to go without it.

The taxi is a lot, lot, nicer than the ones you’re used to. Bucky had booked it along with everything else, clearly not sparing any expense despite you insisting economy would be more than enough. You still don’t know how you feel about him paying. It’s one thing you buying a plane ticket for him a year ago, when there was the understanding that it’d be repaid, but this was a 'gift’, as Bucky said. You’re torn between thinking of it as a perk of his new life, and feeling like you’re using him for his money.

Hauling your suitcase on to the train as Saturday shoppers bustle around you, you find the first free seat and drop into it, texting Dayton the letter of the carriage you’re in. The rest of the journey is a bit of a whirlwind, all the connections on time but it is still a close call with a toddler in tow. Once you are on the aeroplane however, it all calms down. Benjamin is fascinated by the clouds out of the window, and you volunteer to sit next to him whilst his parents get some much needed rest. You feel especially bad for Sophia, travelling at nearly six months pregnant, but you know how important it is for her to go home before the new baby arrives, her own parents living just a few hours north in Massachusetts.

Your flight is one of the last to land that evening so passport control is virtually empty, and Dayton’s families cases are the first ones unloaded to be collected. Standing there as the last few bags come up and the carousel stops, you stare at it as the realisation of what that means causes your shoulders to slump.

Shrugging in defeat when Dayton questions the wait, you scuff your trainers against the floor, eyes burning with the combination of lack of sleep and stress of lost luggage.

“I’ve let Bucky know we’re here so- oh, there he is.”

Turning around, you watch as Bucky flashes a grin at the security, who let him through the doors and into the baggage claim hall, jogging over to welcome the others first. Then he’s in front of you and picking you up in a hug, his infectious smile making you forget your exhaustion for a moment.

“You made it!”

“My case didn’t.”

He puts you back down, pulling away to frown at you. “What do you mean?”

“That’s the last of the bags. Mine isn’t here.”

“Okay.” He lets you out of his arms, already searching through his phone for the relevant number. “Don’t worry, I’ll sort it out.”

A dozen calls later, he finds your bag. Currently it’s enjoying the sunshine of southern Italy, having been mislabelled and sent completely the wrong direction at first. Bucky ensures you it’ll be on the next flight back to London, and then on to America as soon possible, no later than the end of the week.

You feel guilty for causing such a nuisance. “I’m so sorry Bucky. I’m such a pain.”

He shakes his head. “No you’re not. It’s not your fault. Come on, you can borrow something for tonight and I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

You all slowly make your way to the taxi rank, the rows of yellow cabs blurring into one as the bags are loaded into the boot and you climb in behind Bucky, so tired you ache. Luckily the roads are quieter at this time of night and the trip is short, and as he pays the driver you stare up at the townhouse in awe, feeling like you’ve already been here from all the stories you’ve heard.

The front door is unlocked, the main luggage dumped by the front door to be dealt with tomorrow, and you unlace your shoes as you smile at the photos of the twins hanging on the wall. Further along the hall you can see Sophia’s also in the pictures with them, and in the most recent one at the end you come face to face with yourself. It’s only you and Bucky in the frame, neither of you are looking at the camera, laughing at something you can’t remember. Dayton must have been the photographer, but how it ended up here you don’t know. It’s something you’ll ask about in the morning, you decide as you follow everyone else through the house.

Being as it is his childhood home, Dayton knows where to go, leading his wife and son down the corridor and into a side room, leaving you and Bucky alone in the hallway.

He turns to you awkwardly. “Looks like you’ll be sharing with me.”

“That’s fine.”

“Err, don’t know if you’ll still be saying that when I tell you there’s only one bed.”

“Oh,” You say, eyes widening at the thought.

“Sorry, Y/N. I didn’t even think. It’s okay though! There’s a hotel on the corner, I’m sure they’ll have rooms-”

“It’s fine Bucky. Really.”

You stop him from reaching for his phone by catching his hand in yours, then, opening the door to what you’re guessing is his room, you pull him in after you and close it behind him. It’s cosy, the night light already on and casting a warm glow across the bed. You try not to look too relieved as you see that it’s not a tiny single but a large double or even king, with more than enough room for the both of you.

“Do you want me to take the floor?”

“No, Bucky. Don’t be silly,” You whisper, aware of the late hour. “It’s been a long day. I’ve been awake for nearly twenty four hours, I’ve lost my bag, and all I want right now is to sleep until my limbs stop hurting.”

He smiles softly in sympathy. “I’ll leave a t-shirt for you to wear. Do you think you’ll need anything else?”

“No. This is great, thank you.”

“There’s some of that moisturiser you use in the bathroom. The one you made me buy too. I know how you like to use it after you’ve washed your face at night.”

Nodding gratefully, you excuse yourself to his en suite. You’d packed a clean set of underwear in your carry-on just in case something like this happened, and after a brief shower you dress yourself in his top, feeling a little more human.

Stealing a new toothbrush out of the cupboard and giving your teeth a thorough clean with the floss you also find there, you cleanse and moisturise, then shuffle back into his room.

Turning down the bed as Bucky uses the bathroom himself, you slide under the covers on the left side. When he lies on the other side of the bed, careful to leave space between you, you smile sleepily across at him.

“I’m so happy to finally be here.”

“Yeah.” He agrees. “You haven’t met my parents yet.”

“It can wait 'til morning.”

“They’re going to love you.”

“You think?”

“I know. Just like I-everyone does.”

You can’t keep your eyes open any longer. “That’s kind.”

“It’s true. You’ll see.”

“Thank you for bringing me,” You murmur as you make your self comfortable, tugging the duvet up to your chin. “I think this is going to be a trip to remember.”

*****

Chapter 14

[illfoandillfie]

Do you think you could write a follow up to the blurb about being treated as an object?

kfhkjdfk i can’t believe @idontbelievethiss ​ sent in a joke prompt and it spawned a whole second request. You can read the first one HERE.

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You’d been lying in bed last night, warm from your pre-sleep cuppa and the way Roger’s fingers were lazily grazing up and down your thighs when he mentioned his plan. Well, he didn’t call it a plan, he called it a surprise, but the way he said it was so mischievous you’d immediate thought of a cartoon character plotting out a wicked scheme. “What sort of a surprise,” you were suspicious to say the least. His last surprise had resulted in some very noticeable lovebites in some very hard to hide places that took a very long time to fade. The surprise before that was a pretty new dress and romantic weekend away. He liked to keep you on your toes. “I promise you’ll enjoy it. You actually gave me the idea a little while ago.” Instantly you were wracking your brains, replaying every conversation you’d had over the last half a week, trying to work out what he meant but coming up empty.  “But I was thinking of waking you up...non-traditionally. If you’re okay with that?” “Non-traditionally as in breakfast in bed or breakfast in bed,” you snickered at your own wordplay earning a chuckle and an eyeroll from Roger. “The latter, though I spose I could work the first one in there somewhere.” “Stick to your strengths Rog, overcooked eggs and burnt toast will only detract from the morning head.” “Hey, I can cook toast perfectly well.” “And yet you remain silent on the eggs,” “Y’know I can always decide not to wake you up like that.”

Despite your teasing he’d followed through. Your rather bizzarre dream about swimming through a bright pink ocean morphed into something much hotter, full of attractive lifeguards and mermaid-esque scallop shell bras. You woke with a moan, hand automatically reaching for Roger’s soft hair. “Morning love,” his warm breath tickled your thigh momentarily before his tongue was back delving into your entrance, pulling moans cracking with the sleepiness that still hung over you from your throat. You didn’t bother opening your eyes, just squeezed them tighter shut as he held your legs open, exploring every inch of your cunt he could reach. You were so close, back arching off the bed, blanket tangled in your fist, when he stopped.  “Fuck. Rog please,” you half moaned. “I love the way you sound in the morning,” Roger said, kissing his way up your stomach and chest until his head popped out from under the covers, “especially when you’re all desperate.” He kissed you slowly, despite your morning breath, savouring the moment. “Why won’t you let me cum?” Roger chucked as he lay back beside you, “because that would spoil the rest of the surprise. You ready to find out what it is?” The whole surprise thing had slipped your mind but now that you’d be reminded you were excited, “If it means I get to cum then yeah bring it on,” “Eventually. Why don’t you grab some breakfast first and then have a shower and change into the outfit I’ve picked out for you.” “Curious,” you said, pecking him once more before you got out of bed.

You did as he asked, wolfing down some toast as fast as you could before racing to the shower. You were dying to know what he was up to. Once you’d scrubbed yourself from head to toe and applied your moisturiser you looked around for the outfit he’d been referring to. All you came across was a matching set of underwear, pink satin with little decorative black bows. You slipped them on wondering if you’d missed something. “Rog,” you called as you left the bathroom, “think you forgot something.” He met you outside the bathroom, eyes flicking over your mostly exposed body. “Christ I should just fuck you now,” “So you didn’t forget to give me actual clothes?”  “No, this is exactly how I want you.” Your stomach did a backflip as he grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the living room. “Onto all fours,” he said pointing to the floor just in front of the couch. You gave him a questioning look but obeyed, the slight growl in his voice turning you on more than you’d care to admit. As soon as you were in position he sat down, placing his feet up on your back. They were cold, sending a shiver down your spine, and the realisation of what was happening hit you. “Oh, shit,” you said softly earning yourself a tap to your side with Roger’s foot. “Rules are simple. Don’t speak. Don’t move. Don’t cum.” You held back a whimper as he settled back into the couch, crossing his ankles on your back and turning on the TV. The rug was coarse under your hands and knees, though softer than the wooden floor would have been. But knowing you were dealing with the lesser of two evils didn’t really help pain that soon started to build, particularly in your knees. All you wanted was to lift your knee and place it down in a slightly different position but every tiny wiggle you made was met with a toe being pushed into your back in warning.  

Roger’s focus was on the TV, laughing at what sounded like a children’s cartoon, though you couldn’t see the screen. And for some reason, him ignoring you and treating you like a piece of furniture only made you feel hot and bothered. You resisted the urge to reposition your legs and squeeze your thighs together. At the end of the program Roger stood up and walked away, and for a moment you thought he’d gotten bored of the game. But he came back, dropping into the couch and putting his feet back up as he opened a beer. You very nearly sighed with relief but you caught yourself before any noise escaped. If Roger decided you’d not followed his rules properly you knew you’d be punished. And if one of his rules was ‘don’t cum’, then you could guess at what the punishment would be.  

Your arms and legs were beginning to ache when the phone rang. Roger went to answer it, resting his bottle of beer on your back. You held your breath, desperate not to move an inch. If you moved the beer would spill all over you and Roger would know what happened and you’d be in for it then. It was the longest two minutes of your life, waiting for Roger to finish the call, not helped by how horribly wet you were. When he finally picked up his beer again he spoke to you for the first time in hours. “You have 2 minutes to use the bathroom and grab a drink if you need one. Then I expect you back on the floor. There will be consequences if you’re late.” It took three whole seconds for his words to sink in but as soon as they did you were off, hurrying on shaky legs that tingled with pins and needles. Your palms and knees had indents left over them from the carpet but you paid it no mind as you practically sprinted to the bathroom. You didn’t know when you’d next be allowed to move so you made the most of it, stretching out your limbs and back as you gulped down water straight from the tap. You arrived back in front of Roger, panting heavily, 30 seconds late.

He clicked his fingers once and you dropped to all fours again, wincing slightly as your already sore knees rubbed against the rug. Roger knelt behind you. Your breathing, still heavy from the sudden exertion, was the only sound as you waited for the consequences he’d mentioned. Carefully he pulled your underwear to the side, sliding two fingers through your wet slit. And then he was pushing them inside you, a small whine slipping from you. His other hand came down on your arse hard. “That’s two times you’ve disobeyed me now. Told you I expected silence.” He began pumping his fingers into you, only making it harder to stay quiet as his rhythm got faster. Every time you lost control and shifted your hips or let a moan slip out, he spanked you. Which only turned you on more, pushing you closer toward the edge and making you worry about what would happen if you broke his final rule. If you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t tell him you were close. “Don’t even fucking think about it,” he said, pulling his fingers free from your cunt even as you tried to clench around him. He spanked you once more before he stood up again, repositioning himself on the couch, feet once again on your back.  

You thought you could breathe easy again but then you heard it, the sound of a zip followed by a soft groan. Your arms trembled slightly as you realised what he was doing, right there, with his feet up on your back. His grunts and groans only got louder and more frequent as he stroked his cock, your name occasionally caught up in them. You could feel yourself dripping, underwear still askew, listening to Roger wanking, and then his legs tensed, feet digging into your skin as he moaned out his release. A quiet descended over the room when he was finished, only interrupted by the still playing TV. Slowly he put his feet back on the floor and leaned forward. You didn’t know what to expect him to do next, but it certainly wasn’t using your hair to clean the cum from his hands. Which is what he did before sitting back to watch TV again.  

When Roger finally tapped you on the shoulder and told you it was okay to move now, you practically collapsed onto the floor. It had been getting almost impossible to keep the tremble from your arms and a whine from your throat as you waited, feeling so wound up you could almost cry. Roger slid to the floor next to you, rubbing your arm softly until you found the energy to sit up. “You alright?” “Depends on if your gonna let me cum now,” Roger laughed and tapped the seat he’d just vacated, “you’ve earned it.” You stood up and stretched, arching your back, before sliding your underwear down your legs and flopping gratefully into the seat. Roger rubbed your legs as you got comfortable, pushing them open. You moaned as soon as he flicked his tongue over your clit, bucking your hips up in an attempt to get more contact. He took pity on you, sucking on your clit, pulling you over the edge in a matter of seconds. And then he kept going, devouring your cunt until you’d cum twice more and had to push him away. You were still trying to catch your breath when Roger pulled himself up to sit next to you winding his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “That surprise was amazing,” you said softly, “even if it did kill my knees. Maybe don’t expect any blowjobs for a while though.” Roger laughed and kissed your temple, “It was fun. Kinda got me thinking about next time,” “Next time?” “Mmhmm. I’m thinking you, positioned in the corner of the room like a pretty, naked statue. Having to be good and quiet and still while the boys and I hang out. See how long it takes for them to realise you’re there.”You whimpered into his shoulder.

[camillemontespan]

a kingdom divided [part twenty nine: all the women that came before you]

 Part Twenty Eight here if you want to catch up.

Angst and fluff is prevalent here. So much angst. 

@jovialyouthmusic @pug-bitch @sirbeepsalot @moonlightgem7 @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @be-still-my-aching-heart @iplaydrake @dcbbw @carabeth @notoriouscs

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The two brothers stared at each other for a long moment.

‘What do you mean you’re going to Cuba?’ Liam asked, breaking the silence. 

Leo exhaled. ‘I have to go.’

‘But why?’ Liam asked, his voice becoming high pitched. ‘Why now? I think I have managed to heal the kingdom. Things will be more peaceful now, more settled! We can hang out again.. I missed you where you were gone.’ His voice cracked.

‘As great as that sounds, I just don’t think me being here is a good idea,’ Leo told him.

Liam settled back into his chair. ‘Can you explain why?’

Leo sat down in the chair opposite him and bit his lip, trying to think of the best way to explain this sudden 360 he was now spinning. 

‘You are the King. If I was around, I would be a constant reminder to Cordonia that sometimes, the monarchy fails. I failed by abandoning our country and I will never forgive myself for that. I just don’t want to be a shadow on your reign. You should lead the kingdom with this fresh slate; you’ve been given the gift, Liam, to start again and be the King that dad wasn’t and what I could never be. I’m so, so proud of you and I don’t want to let you down again. I don’t want to mess up our relationship and I worry that if I stay, things will become cracked.’

Liam considered this explanation. ‘What about Olivia? You can’t just leave her, I thought you were just beginning something.’

‘Olivia wants nothing to do with me,’ Leo said bitterly.

‘Oh god. Leo, what did you do? Did you fuck a maid again? You know not to fuck the help!’

Leo’s eyes bulged. ‘I’m not like that anymore! I haven’t cheated on her.’

‘So why is she angry with you?’

‘It’s not that she’s angry with me, it’s more like she changed her mind. She doesn’t want me to hurt her so she ended things before the inevitable happened.’

‘You think leaving to go to Cuba isn’t going to hurt her?’ Liam asked, studying his brother. Leo clenched the arms of his chair. He looked at the floor then back at Liam. 

‘I honestly don’t think she will care if I just leave,’ he said quietly. ‘She made it clear that I ruin everything I touch. I ruin women, I ruined Cordonia and I ruined my relationship with you. It’s best if I’m out the way.’

‘What utter bullshit,’ Liam said harshly. ‘She’s gotten inside your head and made you feel like you’re poison-’

‘I am poison, Liam,’ Leo replied. 

‘You are my brother.’

They stared at each other once more. ‘Please don’t leave,’ Liam whispered. ‘Please. I need you.’

Leo sighed. ‘Nobody needs me.’

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Olivia jumped when her door burst open. Whipping around, she came face to face with Liam who looked furious. ‘Liam! What’s happened?’ 

‘You happened,’ Liam said, pointing at her. ‘Because of you, Leo is going away. You made him feel like was poison, that he ruins everything, that he is worthless. He is going to fucking Cuba because of you and now I’m going to be left again. Thank you very much, Olivia. Hope you’re happy.’

Olivia stared at him. ‘He’s leaving?’

Liam nodded. ‘Yes. To Cuba.’

He swore he saw tears shine in her eyes but she looked down at her hand and examined her fingernails. ‘What Leo chooses to do is not my fault,’ she replied shortly.  ‘If he wants to do his usual fuck off and leave trick, then let him.’

‘I don’t want him to leave!’ Liam burst out. ‘He’s my brother!’

‘He’s an adult, Liam. Let him make his own decisions.’

‘Don’t fucking patronise me.’

‘I’m not. I’m just being realistic; am I the only one here who sees things for what they are?’

‘I don’t know why you have changed your mind about him,’ Liam whispered, ‘but for Gods sake, Liv, he’s broken up. You’ve hurt him bad.’

‘Good. Better him than me.’

Liam’s eyes flashed. He thrust out his hand, offering an envelope. ‘He wrote you a letter before leaving for the private plane just now. Take it.’ 

Olivia took the letter mutely and watched as Liam stormed out of her room. With shaking hands, she opened the drawer in her dressing table and shoved the letter inside. She tried not to think about how that drawer held her dagger; the dagger she had used on Kiara; the fatal incident which Leo had tried to help her hide.

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Leo looked out of the plane window, waiting for the plane to embark on its journey. He thought back over the last few months. He had been utterly blindsided by Olivia; she had caught him by surprise and he hadn’t predicted that he would end up falling in love with her.

Fullblown, head over heels, butterflies in the stomach, can’t stop thinking about her sort of love.

But she hadn’t wanted him. Leo understood her reasons; she wanted to protect her heart from him and Leo was a known breaker of hearts. He didn’t blame her in the slightest. 

Leo still wanted her though. 

He had written his letter to her slowly, thoughtfully. He wanted to convey his thoughts in the right way so she would understand why he loved her. Leo was never one for romantic gestures; hell, he wasn’t one for romantic feelings, period. But she had changed that. Olivia made him want to write her handwritten love letters. She made him want to buy her flowers, even though she threw the ones he gave her in the bin. She made him want to kiss every single inch of her body and worship her for the warrior queen that she was. He wanted to feel her fire. 

‘The pilot is asking if you are ready to fly?’ the hostess asked, interrupting his thoughts. Leo cast one last look out of the window.

‘I’m ready, thank you.’

But he wouldn’t get to do those things for Olivia. Not anymore. 

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Camille found Drake sat at the kitchen table, cup of coffee beside him, reading a pregnancy book. She grinned when she saw that he was absorbed. 

‘Hey you,’ she greeted him, pressing a kiss on the top of his head. He smiled up at her. ‘Hey gorgeous.’ 

She sat down opposite him. ‘I see you’re studying.’

‘Yeah, I figured I should know what’s going on with Lily, you know?’ He frowned and looked at her. ‘Do you know that she is probably upside down right now to prepare to exit the birth canal?’ 

Camille blinked. ‘Wh- what?  Drake, did you just refer to my vagina as a birth canal?’ 

‘Well...’

‘Oh dear God. Okay, what else are you learning? Any other lovely terms to describe it?’

‘That’s the only one. Has the skin on your tummy been itching?’

‘Kinda.’

‘That’s normal,’ he told her. ‘Just rub oil on it or a moisturiser. You have a moisturiser for your tummy right?’

‘Yes, Drake, I do.’

‘Good good...’ He continued reading. Camille observed him then reached out to take his hand. He looked up at her and smiled bashfully.

Camille spoke. ‘I know I kind of freaked when you called my vagina a birth canal.. but I appreciate you reading up on this. I’ve been reading a few books and getting worried I’m not doing everything right. Like, is she okay in there? Cosy? Happy?’

Drake shut the book and focused his attention entirely on his wife. ‘Camille, you’re making a lovely home for her in there. I promise. I know we had problems a few months ago but that was down to stress. Since you’ve been here in Texas, you’ve been happy, right?’

She nodded. ‘Of course I have been!’

‘That’s all that matters. You’ve been happy, Lily’s been happy. I’ll be there for you the whole time. I’ll read so many baby books, I could walk into that hospital and deliver any baby myself.’

Camille giggled. Drake squeezed her hand. ‘You’re doing great.’

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Olivia had had a fitful sleep and now it was 10am. Bleary eyed, she sat down, staring at the dressing table. The letter was calling out to her. She had been thinking about it all night. Did she really want to read Leo telling her how much he hated her now? Because that's what the letter must be about - how she turned him against her and he was leaving because he hated her.

She bit her fingernails, her eyes fixed on the dressing table drawer.

'Fuck it,' she finally said, bolting up to take the letter out. She opened the envelope savagely and steeled herself to read about how much of a bitch she was. She wouldn't blame him for being brutally honest. She began to read.

Hey trouble,

I'm not usually one for letter writing or grand gestures. But I decided to write you a letter because for some reason, you make me want to write letters to you. You actually make me want to do really romantic stuff but I've learned now that flowers don't heal stab wounds and should be avoided at all costs.

I know you told me that we have nothing. You made it clear that we will never have anything more than secret meetings in the dark. You want nothing to do with me now because you're scared I’ll hurt you.

You're an intelligent woman, Liv. I wouldn't trust me either. But I feel like I've changed. You helped me to change. When we had that first night together, you wanted me to help you forget my brother. Little did I know that you, Olivia Nevrakis, would help me forget all the women that came before you.

We’re the same and I think that’s why I was so drawn to you. We are both difficult to get to know, we hold people at arms length and we cause more pain than most. But getting to know you has been eye opening for me; you’re amazing. I see you for what you are, flaws and all, and I wouldn’t change you for the world. You challenge me, you call me out for my shit, and I do the same to you. Nobody else would dare do that to you; but you don’t scare me. You don’t intimidate me. I know it’s just a smoke screen; you actually have a heart of gold.

You said I would leave and break your heart. I’m sorry I’m leaving now and proving you right. But the one thing you are actually wrong about is the fact I will hurt you. Olivia, I swear, I know a good thing when I have it. You’re the first woman to make me feel something. You make me happy. I’d be a fool to break your heart which is why I would swear to keep it safe, if you gave me the privilege of looking after it.

But this is over now. I’m not going to force you into something you don’t want to do. I hope you remember how incredible you are, how strong, how powerful and how beautiful. I like to think I helped you see that you are all of those things and more. 

At least we’ll always have rule six.

I love you, Olivia Nevrakis.

Leo x 

Olivia’s eyes filled with tears when she closed the letter. Her chest began to constrict and her throat tightened; her breathing became more harsh. ‘Oh god.. oh god...’ she whispered, feeling panic rise. ‘What have I done?’ 

She sat up straight and clenched her fists. Her fingernails dug into her skin, drawing blood, but she didn’t care. She needed to feel something that wasn’t complete and utter regret. 

She needed to talk to someone. Liam was a no go; he was still angry at her. Leo was in Cuba and talking to him now would be a mistake. 

Wiping away tears, she grabbed her phone. She scrolled through her contacts until she found Camille. 

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Camille groaned when her phone woke her up. Rubbing her eyes, she checked the time. 3am. Who was calling at this hour? She reached out to answer the call but Drake pulled her back, nuzzling into her neck. ‘No.. comfy..’ he murmured sleepily.

Camille sighed. ‘Babe, it’s Olivia.’

‘She’s pocket dialling..’

‘Drake, let me up.’

‘Nooooo...’

Camille managed to unwind herself from Drake’s arm and answered the call. ‘Olivia?’

She could hear muffled crying.  Camille sat up quickly, her heart starting to pound. ‘Olivia? Are you okay?’

‘Camille.. I fucked up..’ Olivia replied, her voice shaking. Camille clambered out of bed, ignoring Drake’s protests, and shrugged on her dressing gown.  She padded downstairs, careful not to make any noise, and settled down on the sofa in the living room. 

‘Olivia, talk to me.’

There was a sniffle. ‘I rejected Leo and now he’s gone. I fucked it up.’

‘Where has he gone?’ Camille asked, her voice soothing.

‘Cuba.’

‘What?! When?’

‘Yes-yesterday. He told me he was... he was..’

‘He was what?’

‘Falling in love with me,’ Olivia said quietly. 

Camille swallowed. This was big but she knew not to make a big deal out of it. That would only scare Olivia away.  ‘Okay.. You said you rejected him?’

‘Yes.’

‘Why honey?’

‘Because I’m a fucking idiot.’ 

Camille heard Olivia sniff again and when she spoke, her voice cracked. ‘He wrote me a letter and it’s the most amazing thing anyone has ever given me.’

‘Do you mind if I ask what the letter said?’

To Camille’s surprise, Olivia didn’t tell her to mind her own business. Instead, she read out the letter. Camille felt tears spring up in her eyes when Olivia finished. 

‘Liv.. that was lovely.’

‘I know right?! What the hell?’ Olivia’s voice rose with a tinge of hysteria. ‘Why didn’t he tell me this way before instead of acting like a complete and utter douchebag?! He always acts like he has no feelings, it’s so frustrating!’ 

‘Because he has walls,’ Camille said. ‘Oh God, Liv, what are you going to do?’

‘I don’t know. Help me.’

Camille thought. ‘Okay, does he make you happy?’

‘Ugh, Camille..’ Olivia groaned.

‘Liv, it’s 3am here. You called me for a deep girly chat and damn it, that’s what you’re getting,’ Camille replied bluntly. ‘Just go with it. Does Leo make you happy?’

‘I think... I think so.. like what defines happy?’

‘I don’t know.. like butterflies? When you think of him do you smile?’

‘I ignore all feelings like that. Butterflies are pathetic.’

‘Oh Jesus, fine. Does he give you the same feeling as when you buy a new dagger?’

Olivia went silent until she spoke 10 seconds later. ‘Oh fuck.’

Camille grinned. ‘I knew it. Okay, do you see yourself being with him?’

‘What’s the point? He’s in Cuba now,’ Olivia said wearily. ‘It’s done.’

‘Olivia, answer the question. Do you see yourself being with him?’

Olivia groaned. ‘Don’t make me say it..’

‘Olivia..’ Camille replied, her voice carrying a warning. 

‘Ugh fine. Yes. I don’t know how it would work, he will realise how unsuited we are and it will end-’

‘He could realise that yes, or it could be the best thing to ever happen to you,’ Camille interrupted. ‘Love is risky, Liv. You put your feelings on the line and sure, you could get your heart broken. But it can also be the loveliest thing ever. Sharing a life with someone. Having fun. Inside jokes. You are a team. Don’t throw away something that could be amazing because you’re scared. You are a Nevrakis. You don’t get scared, you take everything life throws at you and you deal with it. Don’t give up on Leo before he’s even proven himself to you. If you let him go now, you will forever wonder what could have been.’

Olivia was silent again. Camille held her breath. 

‘Thanks, Camille,’ Olivia said softly. ‘I needed that.’

Camille smiled. ‘You go get him, girl.’ 

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Seokjin

It was yours and Jin‘s first year anniversarry. You were currently sleeping in his room after spending most of yesterday hanging out with the boys, you were too tired to go back to your hotel, so Jin let you crash in his room. He thought it was the perfect occasion to wake you up with the perfect breakfast in bed.

He smiled to himself while he cooked all the various meals for you, he knew you couldn’t eat it all but that’s why he was there. He cooked all your favourites putting extra time and precision in making everything look good. He was so caught up in thinking about you and your face when you wake to the surprise of the breakfast he readied you, that he didn’t notice you stumbling sleepily into the kitchen.

You smiled lazily as your eyes swam over the various plates and your own boyfriend so hard at work and completely clueless to your presence. You walked behind him and tapped him on his shoulder. He jumped in surprise hands shaking in the air as he whizzed around to face you. You laughed at his expression and his useless efforts to hide the numerous dishes behind him.

‘’Why-why are you awake?’’ He asked startled, his face turning red slowly. You grinned leaning in for a hug. You closed your eyes on his chest.

‘’Because I feel like I slept for days, what’s all this for anyway? Some special occasion?’’ You teased. Seokjin pulled you back, looking at you expectantly.

‘’A very special occasion, don’t you remember?’’ He asked carefully. You looked at him confused.

‘’I swear we already celebrated Hoseok’s birthday, didn’t we?’’ You laughed. Your boyfriend however looked at you unamused. He dropped his hands from your shoulders. Looking at you dumbfounded.

‘’You’re kidding right? You didn’t actually forget that today is our anniversary?’’ He spoke quietly but hurt was evident in his voice. His heart sank to his stomach as anger and disappointed swam in his chest. Before you could reply, he turned around turning the knob of the stove off and marched out of the kitchen. He couldn’t believe you.

You sighed to yourself, your eyes looking at the almost finished dishes. You shook your head and turned the stove back on, resuming your boyfriend’s work. You couldn’t cook as well as him but all this food was almost finished anyway.

Of course you didn’t forget your anniversary. No way would you. You finished adding the final touches and gathered all the food, or as much as you could on a single tray and made your way to your boyfriend.

You pushed the door open. Your boyfriend paid no attention to you as he was typing away on his computer. You placed the tray on the made up bed and went to find your bag. It was no accident when you happened to fall asleep in the car on the way home. You were not that tired but you needed to seem so, so that your boyfriend will let you spend the night. You planned just as much as your foolish boyfriend did.

You pulled out a small black bag and walked over to your boyfriend. You slipped your arms around his shoulders from the back and dangled the small black bag in front of his face.

‘’I did not forget our anniversary.’’ You whispered into his ear. He slowly reached for the bag and turned to face you. He looked at you unsure. You rolled your eyes.

‘’Why do you think I flew to Korea just a week ago dumbass? It was so we could spend our anniversary together.’’ You exclaimed ruffling his hair lightly.  His eyes grew in shock as realisation hit him.

‘’Oh..’’ He whispered as his ears turned a deep shade of red. He smiled at you guiltily. You looked at the bag in his hands, giving him the signal to peer inside. He reached his hand in and pulled out a single key. He looked from you to the key, confused.

‘’It’s a spare key, for you. I thought since I rented an apartment here in Korea I thought you might want to visit me now and then.’’ You stated simply and walked over to the bed, picking at the fruits on the tray innocently.

You looked at your boyfriend who stood up, his mouth agape. He looked at you and without hesitation he ran to your side pulling you off of the bed and enveloping you in a hug. He laughed out loud lifting you in the air while jumping and cheering at the same time. You couldn’t help but join in, you were happy. It wasn’t an easy decision to make, but it was the only one that would make you happier than you are at this moment.

Your boyfriend stilled, putting you down on the floor. He took your face in his hand and he knew and felt in his heart that if anything in life was actually correct and right, it was this moment with you.

‘’I love you.’’

Namjoon

Namjoon was waiting for you in his room lsitening to music, while tapping his hands against his knees. You went out to get some some necessities that you‘ll need for your upcoming days in Korea, stuff you couldn‘t take on the plane when you suddenly decided enough is enough and you needed to see your boyfriend.

You were taking quite long and Namjoon was growing inpatient, he wanted you back as soon as possible so you could spend the rest of the day in his arms. He would have went with you if his feet weren‘t so sore from practice.

Suddenly his music paused as you sent him a message asking him to check your luggage where half of your stuff was still disposed, and see if your moisturiser bottle was full enough. He got up from his bed and started rummaging through your luggage. He grabbed what he thought was the bottle and squeezed around the edges. He guessed it will be enough. He sent you a quick message assuring you that you‘ll have enough to last before you leave.

He was about to go lay back down when his eyes caught a shining green USB. It was his. The exact same usb he has given you with all the songs that he‘s taken time to compose or pick from other arists to gift you with on your birthday. He smiled, glad that you‘ve taken it to Korea.

He picked up and went over to his laptop. He plugged it in thinking it‘ll be nice for the two of you to relax to the music he chose for you. However when the file popped up he did not recognise any of the tracks. Not even one was the one he‘d given you.

He leaned back away from the laptop. Why would you delete all his songs? If you didn‘t like them, you would have told him right? Ignoring the hurt in his chest he closed the laptop and sank into his bed. He didn‘t want to believe you‘d actually change all the songs like that.

When you came back he was silent. He didn‘t even look up as you recalled your journey to the store, complaining about how the rain soaked through your shoes. After some time you fell onto the bed next to him. You ran your hands through his hair lightly massaging his head, you could only imagine how tired he was after all the work. What you didn‘t expect though, was for him to brush your hand away.

‘‘Hey, are you okay?‘‘ You asked carefully. He just grunted. You kept looking at him, waiting. He sighed and sat on the bed looking down at his hands.

‘’You changed all the songs.’’ He said quietly. You frowned at him, not understanding what he’s talking about. He looked up at you, seeing your expression he pulled out the USB from the laptop and showed it to you.

‘’The songs they’re different from the ones I gave you.’’ He handed you the USB and you took it in your hands, smiling while you played with it between your fingers. You laughed lightly and jumped from the bed. Namjoon frowned at you as you walked over to your luggage, you pulled something out and sat back down on the bed with him.

You reached over him to take his laptop, and plugged in the little black USB you pulled from your luggage. A file popped up and you showed Namjoon. His eyes widened a fraction as he read the familiar titles.

‘’I would never ever lose those songs, they mean too much to me.’’ You pulled out the USB and placed it in your pocket. Next you plugged in the green USB and waited till the files showed up.

‘’These songs, are the songs I chose for you.’’ You smiled looking at your boyfriend, who looked at you in surprise.

‘’For me?’’ He grinned, cheeks going red. You nodded laughing.

‘’Aahhh’’ He laughed rubbing his hand over his eyes. He pulled the laptop and played the first song.

‘’When you gave me those songs, I’d always think of you listening to them, I wouldn’t feel as alone or upset when I come back to an empty apartment. I hope these songs show you at least a fraction of how special you are to me.’’ You told him shyly. He smiled at you as his eyes ran down the list of the tracks. He pulled your hand into his lap. He looked at you with love and gratitude, his heart no longer troubled with false assumptions.

‘’I will listen to them, and I will think of you and how special I feel to have you by my side.’’

Yoongi

Pretty much every other day you would show up at Yoongi‘s studio, either carrying bags of food to feed your boyfriend who‘s too busy to remember that food is necessary to one‘s survival or a bunch of blankets and pillows to lounge on the sofa while he does his work. You would never bother him, you‘d simply settle with admiring him as he shifts around his studio recording and writing.

Whenever he got upset or frustrated all you‘d have to do is silently approach him, rubbing at his shoulders and running your fingers through his hair gently offering him a short break. Sometimes he would ask to be left alone and you would give him that space, respecting him and his work, however most of the time he would gladly pull away from his work station and lay beside you.

He‘d tell you his worries and doubts and little details that prevent him from producing the right song. You wouldn‘t even have to say anything, just by being there you‘re giving him the support and strength that he needs to continue. Having your silent presence in the room put Yoongi at comfort and peace, he could work for hours and you‘d spend every minute of that time with him.

You thought he’d be clueless to your presence at times but he was always aware of you. He could feel every shift of your body and every movement you made would not go unnoticed, it’s this kind of serenity that eased Yoongi’s mind.

However lately, for the past few weeks you’ve stopped visiting. Yoongi pretended like it was okay, for the first few days he gave excuses to himself as to why you stopped coming, but after not seeing you for a few weeks he was growing frustrated and sad. He didn’t want to feel so dependent on you but having you in the studio with him allowed him to concentrate better. Since you’ve stopped coming he’d forget to eat more frequently and he’d bang his fists against the desk in frustration when something went wrong and you weren’t there to comfort him.

But more than anything he was worried. He was worried about you, thoughts of you not feeling well and him not being there for you haunted him. Then thoughts of you wanting to distance yourself from him until you could leave him all together plagued him enough to make his stomach twist in sickness.

After another day in the studio without you, Yoongi decided to leave early. He was going to talk to you. If you were suffering he wanted to help, be the boyfriend he promised to be. He will not let your relationship go to waste.

He came to see you at your apartment, using his spare key to enter without permission. He walked cautiously into your room. He smiled at the sight in front of him. There you were head buried in your laptop with books and papers surrounding you. You reminded him of himself.

‘’Hey.’’ He whispered softly. You turned your head and smiled. His nerves eased by a fraction.

‘’I thought you’d still be at the studio?’’ You wondered putting your attention back on your laptop. Yoongi walked up to you placing his hands on your shoulders, rubbing circles into them with his fingers. You relaxed into his touch.

‘’It just doesn’t feel as good working there… it hasn’t for a long time.’’ He mumbled, biting his lip. You hummed.

‘’How come?’’ You questioned picking up a book from behind your laptop. Yoongi sighed.

‘’Because you’re not there anymore.’’ He admitted looking down at the ground. You turned around to look at him. You stood up to face him, placing your hands on his face you made him meet your eyes.

‘’Is something wrong? Do you not want to be around me anymore? Am I not giving you enough attention beca-‘’ You hushed him placing your hand over his mouth. You giggled at the sudden nervous explosion of your boyfriend.

‘’There are no such things Min Yoongi.’’ You brushed the hair out of his eyes and smiled. He looked at you confused.

‘’Then why won’t you see me anymore?’’ He questioned sounding like a whiny child. You laughed leaning in to hug him.

‘’With the final examinations coming for my apprenticeship I wanted to complete all my work as fast as I can so when you get a break we can go somewhere.’’ You explained to him. Yoongi looked at the stuffed table next to you. A small oh formed on his lips.  You laughed.

‘’So you were not avoiding me?’’ He asked rubbing the back of his neck embarrassed. You shook your head.

‘’I would never. I kind of actually missed you.’’ You scrunched up your nose and he enveloped you in his arms.

‘’I missed you too.’’ He dipped his head into your neck, finding the comfort he was longing for, for so long.

‘’I’m almost done, just a few finishing details.’’ You smiled pulling away from him. He looked at you feeling all anxiety and nerves leave at once. He nodded his head and retreated to your bed leaning against the wall as he watched you take your place by the laptop resuming your work.

He wondered if that’s how you felt watching him, so in love with the slightest of movements and continuous pride making your chest hurt. He smiled to himself.

‘’I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life like this.’’

Hoseok

Hoseok has been having a very busy schedule lately meaning most of the time you only get to talk to him over the phone. You were dying for something fun to do, you wished you could do it with Hoseok but you didn‘t want to disturb him while he‘s hard at work to satisfy your own needs. You knew he‘d come running to you when he had the time. He was dedicated to his work and you admired him for that.

However, you were bored, and laying on your bed and watching the no good tv shows weren‘t going to heal your sudden adventurous spurt. Luckily for you a friend of yours has invited you to the local fun fair, sure it had the same rides and the same food as always, but it was a better option than sulking the hours away while longing for your boyfriend. You got dressed and left your home, maybe this will lift your mood.

Hoseok was finally done with the final practice of the week. He couldn‘t wait to get to your apartment and spend the rest of the night cuddling in bed, eating some long deserved junk food while watching the no good tv shows you‘re always complaining about.

He smiled to himself thinking about how much you probably missed him, his own chest tightening as he realised that he missed you just as much. Hurrying with goodbyes Hoseok ran out of the studio to get to you.

Hoseok reached your door sighing in relief. He can‘t wait to see you and hold you, his arms aching for your presence. He knocked on the door, you didn‘t answer. He knocked again, maybe you were asleep, he thought. He pulled out the spare key you had given him.

He unlocked the door and entered the empty apartment, dark and quiet. He turned on the light and sat on the coutch, phone in hand. He sent you a quick message, asking where you were. When you replied saying you were at the amusement park, his heart sank a little. He knew he shouldn‘t feel upset about you having fun, but maybe you didn‘t miss him as much as he thought if you‘re out there enjoying your time, without him.

He sent you a text, saying he‘s at your apartment. You didn‘t reply for some time and Hoseok gave up. He got up and turning off the lights left your apartment. He locked the door, his eyes trained on the floor as he walked out of the building. He didn‘t want to feel so upset, but he did. He missed you.

‘‘Hoseok!‘‘ He turned around and there you were. Cheeks flushed with your hands on your knees as you breathed out strings of smoke into the cold night air, panting as your lips spread into a huge grin.

Hoseok grinned back, his heart unclenching from the horrible feeling of longing. He ran up to you taking your hands in his.

‘‘You ran?‘‘ He laughed as you glared at him.

‘‘Of course I ran, when my boyfriend comes to see me after almost two full weeks of not seeing each other, of course I‘ll run even if I have to deal with the taste of blood in my mouth.‘‘ You grimmaced and Hoseok stroked your hair pulling you to his chest.

‘‘I missed you too.‘‘ He smiled into your hair. You breathed in his scent finally feeling at peace, finally filling that emptiness inside you.

‘‘Oh!‘‘ You pulled back with a gasp. Hoseok lifted his eyebrows in the sudden retreat. You dug into your bag and pulled out a heart shaped puppy. You pressed it into Hoseok‘s face.

‘‘Look what I won you.‘‘ You exclaimed happily. Hoseok laughed pulling the plushie from his face, he looked at it and then at you. He smiled sweetly at you.

‘‘I think I‘m the winner here.‘‘

Jimin

Jimin has been waiting for you to show up at the practise studio for the past hour. You talked about this just a few days ago, that you both need a day out with just the two of you. You haven’t been able to spend much time together with the comeback on the way, so to say that Jimin was excited for this outing was an understatement.

However he was growing a bit anxious. He made sure to finish up early so you guys could spend more time together but you were an hour late and Jimin was getting worried.

His phone beeped with a message, he smiled at the picture of you that popped up. That smile vanished though when he read the actual text. You were cancelling on him, saying something more important came up. What can be more important than spending time with your boyfriend? Jimin thought but regretted it a second later, it must be something really important though since you wouldn’t cancel without a good reason.

Having nothing to do he resumed his practise, sending you a quick message making sure to reschedule the date. He was disappointed but you’ll get to spend some time together soon enough.

Except that you didn’t because you cancelled two more dates that week and Jimin was done with making up excuses especially when your excuses were simply not good enough. Why would you suddenly agree to babysit your neighbour’s puppy on the day you were supposed to go out?

Jimin had had enough with you avoiding him. He was going to find out what is going on. If you didn’t want to see him anymore then you should just say so, Jimin thought angrily even if the thought sent a pang of pain icing his chest.

He knocked on the door of your apartment. Your roommate opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight of Jimin. Giving him a quick smile she walked out of the apartment saying something about shopping, leaving the door open for Jimin to enter.

He walked in to see you curled up on the couch in a blanket, only the top of your head visible. No puppy insight.

‘’So where’s the puppy?’’ He called out startling you enough to make you jump. You reached for your blanket, covering your face so only your eyes were visible.

‘’Jimin?’’ You looked at him, you felt guilt swim in between your ribs as you saw the hurt look on your boyfriend’s face. He shook his head.

‘’There’s no puppy is there? You really are avoiding me?’’ He asked in disbelief, hands waving in the air. You choked up not knowing what to say. He scoffed and turned to leave.

‘’Wait Jimin! ‘‘ You yelled running from the couch, except you ended up tripping on your blanket and fell to the floor with a thud at the same time as the door to your apartment slammed shut.

You looked at the door in defeat. The fact was that you were avoiding Jimin, and the reason was really stupid but you just couldn‘t come to terms with it. You touched the massive cold sore decorating your lips, your fingertips running over the enourmous bumps. You groaned putting your face in your hands.

You knew you shouldn‘t feel insecure around Jimin, he loves you for you despite what you look like. But you were so embarrassed by something that was out of your control that you couldn‘l help but hide yourself from the world, especially from your gorgeous boyfriend who you can‘t even comapre yourself too.

You sat on your couch. The answer was easy, you were going to see Jimin and apologise. Suffering through a cold sore is nothing but seeing the hurt in Jimin‘s eyes is a suffering that you don‘t want to experience. And you especially don‘t want to be the cause of his sadness. You love him and you‘d accept him with all of his flaws. He would do the same. You were being stupid.

Dressing up and putting a mask over your face you headed to the practise studio. You knew Jimin would be there working off his frustration. On your way there you bought a bouquet of flowers. It was cheesy but you knew it‘d make him smile.

You entered the studio. Jimin was sitting on the floor, his shirt damp with sweat as his brows furrowed in concentartion while he monitored himself on his phone. You coughed catching his attention. He glanced up at you.

He looked to  the side away from you seeming conflicted but upon deciding something in himself he got up to face you.

‘‘I wasn‘t avoiding you, I was embarrassed.‘‘ You said quietly. Jimin looked at you surprised and confused.

‘’Embarrassed? Why would you be embarrassed?’’ He questioned coming closer to you so you’d look at his eyes. You sighed and slowly pulled the mask away from your face. You didn’t dare look at Jimin.

You felt soft fingertips graze your chin, forcing you head up gently. You looked up to meet your boyfriend’s gaze, there was amusement in his eyes matching the huge grin on his face.

‘’You’re an idiot, a beautiful and hopeless idiot.’’ He laughed at you. You huffed slamming the flowers against his chest. He laughed wrapping his fingers around the stem of the bouquet. He positioned the bouquet next to your face.

‘’I see no difference.’’ He smiled at you lovingly. You smiled back, your heart relaxing against your rib cage. You walked towards him letting yourself fall into your boyfriend’s arms. You really were an idiot.

‘’I’m sorry, I didn’t want to cancel and I didn’t mean to hurt you.’’ You whispered into his chest. He stroked your head, making you relax.

‘’What hurts me is that you clearly don’t love yourself as much as I do.’’ He kissed your temple. Your eyes brimmed with tears.

‘’I’m working on it.’’ You provided meekly, making Jimin smile into your hair.

‘’Then for now, trust me to love you enough for the both of us.’’

Taehyung

‘’I’m sure there’s a reason why she hasn’t said anything’’ Jimin smiled softly at Taehyung rubbing at his shoulder. Taehyung peered at him from underneath his lashes, frowning.

‘’She forgot.’’ Taehyung sulked, pulling at the loose strands of his ripped jeans.

‘’Y/N wouldn’t do that, she isn’t like that.’’ Jin provided slipping to Taehyung’s side.

They were grouped on the floor of their dancing studio, after having practiced for hours on end. Taehyung put all his anger and frustration into his dancing, but now he was left exhausted and more upset than before. He couldn’t believe you forgot his birthday. Of all people, he expected you to be the first one to congratulate him.

‘’She hasn’t called or sent a text, the whole day.’’ Taehyung argued, he wanted so badly for you to have a plausible reason for not calling him but his feelings were hurt and he couldn’t help but me mad.

‘’Maybe something happened to her.’’ Yoongi thought out loud. It startled Taehyung as a cold feeling rushed to his chest. No you were okay, he’d know if you weren’t. He’d feel it. Hoseok hit Yoongi’s shoulder, telling him off for saying stupid things like that.

‘’The practice is done guys, let’s get home.’’ Namjoon called out smiling sadly at Taehyung. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s bag for him, obviously feeling sorry for his hyung.

As the boys walked into the crisp cold air of Seoul, they shivered at the cold enveloping their bodies. It was night and Taehyung never felt more alone, despite having his friends around him. On his birthday he wished to spend the day with the one he loved, even if just for few minutes on face time, it’d be enough. Even a second of your time was always enough for him. But now you forgot about him. Sudden gasps and laughs circled around him but Taehyung kept his gaze on the floor wondering what you might be doing.

Yoongi slapped Taehyung on the shoulder, telling the younger one to look up. Taehyung was about to yell at him before his eyes landed on a figure sitting on the hood of their van. A small muffin with a single candle was gleaming in their hands.

Taehyung’s heart collapsed as his entire body froze, looking at you smiling at him with love and pride in your eyes.

‘’HAPPY BIRTHDAY!‘‘ You shouted leaping off of the car, heading towards your boyfriend whose mouth was hanging open as tears brimmed his eyes.

Perhaps you knew that not sending him a single message the whole day would hurt his feelings but you also knew that if there‘s one thing Taehyung wished, it was to spend his birthday with the poeple he loved by his side, which included you. So you took it upon yourself to surprise him by flying over to spend some time even if just for a few few days with him, instead of being thousands of miles away only seeing each other on the screens of your phones.

‘‘Make a wish,‘‘ you smiled holding the muffin close to his face. He laughed, his eyes scrunching releasing a tear that glided down his cheek shimmering from the light of the candle.

‘‘I think it just came true,‘‘ he laughed as he blew the candle out and pulled you into a hug, squishing you to his chest as he hid his smile in you shoulder. Hoseok barely managed to catch the muffin before it fell from your hand.

‘‘Happy birthday my love.‘‘ You whispered into Taehyung‘s hair, hugging him tighter as he laughed into your neck.

‘‘Thank you.‘‘

Jungkook

You’ve been coming in and out of Jungkook’s room for the past week, you’ve told him you need his computer to work on something for studies while you visited so you wouldn’t miss any work. He gladly left you in your own space, giving you the time you needed to complete some work so you could spend the rest of the time with him.

Jungkook liked having you around, the process of seeing how you were so natural moving around his room, knowing where everything is and not needing his help in finding anything made him somewhat giddy. He could imagine the two of you having your own place someday, moving around naturally with no worries in the day. You’d be home with each other. You’re still young and nothing is for sure, but Jungkook can’t keep these thoughts out of his head.

You’ve just finished whatever you’ve been working on and joined your boyfriend in the living room just chatting and listening to music. The weather was bad so you couldn’t go out. After some time Jungkook decided to work on a video he was in the process of editing, he wanted to release it as soon as possible but first it had to be perfect. You let him go do his own thing while you settled for watching T.V.

Not even five minutes later Jungkook comes rushing into the room frowning at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

‘’Please tell me you did not use my filmmaking software while you were on the computer?’’ He looked at you accusingly. You felt panicked for a second. You did use it, but if Jungkook found out the surprise would be spoiled.

‘’Um, I-‘’ You started but Jungkook cut you off with a loud groan, he stared at the ceiling licking his lips in frustration.

‘’You deleted the entire software including everything I’ve worked on, I have no idea if I had the chance to even back it up. Everything is lost Y/N!‘‘ Jungkook spilled out in anger, he was trying not to get mad but he worked so hard and you ruined everything.

You stared at him guiltily. You were so careful about what you were doing, you knew how sensitive Jungkook could get, but perhaps you made an accident.

‘’I was just playing around, I’m sorry.’’ You supplied softly. Jungkook sighed running his hands through his hair.

‘’I’m going to have to reinstall everything and somehow get the files back, stay here if you want or just go home.’’ He said, walking away into his room.

You felt it was clear that he wanted some space, but you didn’t want to go leaving this misunderstanding to mess up your relationship, so you waited patiently.

Jungkook was trying not to stress over the lost files but he felt it was a shame to lose everything he worked on. He managed to reinstall the software but now he’s stuck looking for the files. He didn’t want to be mad at you, he knew it was most likely an accident and you’d never mess with his work on purpose, you’d always give him so much support. He felt like an ass, he hoped you didn’t leave so you could still talk it out.

Upon searching for the files Jungkook came by something unfamiliar that was titled ‘For Jungkook’, he clicked on it out of curiosity, it opened up in his software. Some sort of video, about three minutes long but still unfinished. He didn’t remember making it at any point so he clicked play.

A slow song started playing accompanied by a black screen that was soon covered in writing saying ‘For Jungkook with all the love in the world from Y/N’ what showed next was a series of videos and pictures carefully edited to make a beautiful video depicting the process of your and Jungkook’s relationship.

Jungkook was still the whole time, a wide grin stretching across his face with soft laughter escaping him at times when he saw something he remembered from the video. He felt sad when it ended. He wanted more, but judging by the sudden cut he expected there’ll be more to come. If only he didn’t screw everything up by yelling at you.

He quickly got up from his chair and dashed out of the room. You got up just as fast when he entered. You looked concerned walking towards him, you lifted your hand and using your sleeve you brushed at his cheeks wiping the dampness. He didn’t even realise he cried.

‘’The video, it was beautiful.’’ He grinned pulling you close to him. You gasped in surprise but let yourself rest in his arms.

‘’It was supposed to be a surprise.’’ You whined, disappointed that your sneaking around and study excuses were ruined. Jungkook laughed.

‘’It would have been a great surprise. I didn’t mean to press on it…and I didn’t mean to yell at you.’’ He pressed his lips to your forehead, hoping you’d forgive him.

‘‘It’s alright, I should have been more careful anyway.’‘ You felt glad you stayed. It was nerve-wrecking waiting for him, you knew you made a sincere mistake and you knew Jungkook knew that. No need for dramatics.

‘‘Don’t worry about it, my stuff is nothing compared to what you made me, seems like I have competition.’‘ He laughed causing you to laugh too. You looked at him feeling warm and content inside.

‘‘You liked it?’‘ You asked so full of innocence and care it almost made Jungkook tear up again.

‘‘I loved it and I can’t wait to see how you film the rest of our lives, all those long years to come.’‘

[connoisseuroffineart]

Ghost of You Chapter 3

Let’s goooooo!! Chapter 3 in my long ass series.

Enjoy lovelies xx

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The walk back to the dorms felt far too long and far to strenuous. The tears threatened to spill and thank the lord no one was around to see them leak from my eyes steadily.

Everyone was still at the concert by the time I got back to my room and crashed down on my unmade bed and covered my face tiredly as the weak blubbering forces me to sober up. With a groan, I rise to my feet and walk across my room to my bags still sitting in the middle of the floor where I unzip them carefully and begin to unload everything.

First to come out are all the clothing items that I hang up in my plain white wardrobe that has been built into one of the walls of the room. Then, I pull out my bedding supplies which consists of a duvet cover, pillowcases and bed sheets, all in black and red with different lace trimmings. Soon after, everything from cosmetics to posters, books to electronics and a variety of posters of my favourite bands are out of my bags and in their respective places.

Once I finished unloading all this from my bags, I hear a quiet knock at the door followed by a ‘let me in please’ from a seemingly innocent Carly. I shuffle over to the door and swing it open where she then pushes through me and into my room where she stands in the centre and crosses her arms across her chest.

I turn back to the sheets strewn across my double bed and almost groan in annoyance when Carly sits down on top of the made bed and stares at me with doe-like eyes.

“Why did you leave early?” She asks, her bottom lip pouting out slightly in disappointment. I huff out a sigh in reply and close my door before replying, “Not too into pop… Rock bands I guess.”

“I’m calling bull crap. You’re literally wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and you were singing along to the songs.” She says pointedly as I release a loud groan of exhaustion and crash down on my bed, face first into my pillow.

“Do you know how you can cover this up? How to make me totally forget you bailed on me at that performance?” She asks mischievously as she sits down next to me on my bed.

I moan out a ‘what’ in reply as she lets out an evil chuckle and says, “Come to tonight’s welcome party in the conference centre. They’ve practically transformed this whole room for it and it’s going to be hectic.”

I don’t reply to her request, so instead, I simply sit up and stare at my new found friend.

Her eyes are bulging out of their sockets and her bottom lip is puffed out slightly as I roll my eyes at her and say, “As long as you pay for everything and you choose what I’m wearing.”

She squeals excitedly and immediately runs over to my cupboards and swings the doors open triumphantly. Whilst she sorts through my clothes, I walk over to the conjoined bathroom and begin to sort through my layers of make-up until I find my foundation and moisturiser which I lather on to my beige skin.

Carly then comes skipping into the bathroom where she throws a black bodycon dress with lace-up sides at me with a hot pink coat made entirely of fur.

“Where did you get the coat?” I ask her, my face contorting with horror at the sight of such a brightly coloured coat.

“My room.” She squeaks happily before throwing a clear g-string my way which I deign to catch and watch it slap against the polished white tiles.

“I am not wearing this tonight.” I say as I place it all carefully on the edge of the bathtub.

She pulls an immediate puppy face and I roll my eyes at her childishness before mumbling a string of profanities to which she smiles triumphantly and closes the bathroom door.

I roll my eyes and slip out of my current outfit into the one she chose before resuming my place in front of the mirror.

I layer on a variety of products I’ve mastered for occasions such as these and with a final swish of my deep red lipstick, my face is ready to go. I then pull my hair out of its messy bun and let if fall in waves down my shoulders in loosely organised, blonde waves.

Sighing at my appearance I walk out of the bathroom and back into the main room where I find a pair of black high heels that have a similar lace-up design as my dress.

I slip my phone into my coat’s pocket and with a swish of hair, saunter out into the hallway where I find Carly waiting for me in a bright red off-shoulder dress that she had matched with black diamond heels and a matching choker.

“You look wonderful Carly.” I say with a warm smile as she beams brightly back at me and flicks her dead straight brunette hair over one shoulder whilst looping her arm through my own. She then tugs into me motion as we walk towards the stairs and down the many flights before making our way across campus.

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The music pounds loudly as we walk through a tall balloon arch, into the welcome party for the new school year. I immediately lose Carly to a group I vaguely recognize from the tour this afternoon, and I can’t help but feel lost as I stand there nervously, my hands hidden inside the pockets of the great monstrosity that is supposed to be a coat.                                                                                              

After scanning the crowd of writhing bodies carefully, I spot a beverages table that I find myself gravitating towards to as though I’m attached via an invisible thread.

My hand hovers over a variety of liquids but when I can’t decide, someone appears next to me and says, “I’d recommend not touching any of it. It’s all been spiked.”

I don’t look towards the new voice but say, “All the more reason to drink it.”

I hear the voice chuckle slightly as he says, “You always were the adventurous type.”

I immediately snap my head to the right and find one of my old friends Ashton Irwin standing there with a cheeky grin gracing his toned face as his dimples make a prominent appearance.

I can’t help myself when I throw my arms around him with a squeal of excitement as he laughs and hugs me back, his embrace tight never failing until I pull away and finally take a good look at him.

“How are you? I haven’t seen you in what, four maybe five years.” I say stunned, my eyes glazing over with the joy found in seeing one of my best friends here.

“I know right! It’s been ages since we caught up. I think the last time I saw you, you had just come to the band’s rehearsal when we just came back from our short radio tour of sorts. But wow, look at you now.” He says as he steps back and gestures at my whole body.

I look down shyly and say, “What about you! Puberty hit you like a truck Irwin.”

He laughs once more but when his face returns to his usual cheeky grin, he says, “I really missed having you around Shay. We all did.”

I smile at him hesitantly and say, “I missed you too.”

The music intensifies in my ears as the silence between us sets in. He folds his arms across his chest as he looks down briefly with a huff before looking back up at me and saying, “Please come see the guys. We did miss you… A lot more than we probably should have since you spent more time just taking the piss out of a poor band.”

My mind goes into a conflicting war.

To go, or not to go. That is the question.

Why am I quoting Hamlet?

“No.” I reply as I pour myself a large glass full of the spiked punch and chug it down in one go.

“Why not? Have we done something wrong?” He asks desperately, taking my cup out of my hand which forces me to look at him.

“You never talked to me Ashton. None of you. You never visited or texted or called and I was left alone. I had no one in my life for four years except for my Mum.” I reply, the spiked drink already taking the edge off.

He looked at me with glazed over eyes and I just smirked with a huff of a laugh and with a swish of my hair, I walked deeper into the party and the bumping bodies leaving Ashton alone at the beverages table by himself.

I immediately begin to sway with the beat of some bass driven song and lose myself in the moment as songs roll into one another.

The floor is sticky underneath my heels and the dry-ice smoke swirled an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks and golds. The music played over the dance floor as if it had fused with the bodies. Halfway through one of the songs, I start to dramatically heat up, so I take the initiative to walk over to the temporary cloaking area and drop off my phone and coat where the lady standing behind the counter takes it with a smile and locks it in a locker before I walk away again and pick up another drink.

The music moves me like I’m a puppet on strings, my head mashing so hard my brain is in shut down mode. There’s so much sweat on my skin and not all of it belongs to me. The strobe masks so many of my movements, every clap of my hands like it’s on pause at different moments. There’s fake love in the air, all hyped up and ready to give us a good time. I feel as if my soul will shine so bright my skin will start to glow like my aura would somehow become visible. But the night is so young, my limbs have so much energy that I could dance for millennia and then some more.

 I feel the part of me that’s really me come out to play, to feel the vibe of the music and let my body go free. One moment, one brilliant feeling of togetherness suspended in time. In ten years I’ll still remember tonight, I love the quiet life but I relish the crazy fun times. Music, friends, good times, dance. Then I can focus in class, learn the facts, be the good girl. But tonight, this time belongs to me.

The night hasn’t even begun and when 1 rolls around, someone grabs my arm and pulls me out of the writhing bodies and to the edge of the crowd. My mouth turns into a frown as I look at the back of the man’s head who’s pulled me out of the dancing scene.

Michael Clifford.

“Mikey,” I say, suddenly stone-cold sober. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you back to your dorm.” He says simply as he turns to me with a smile, still walking in the direction of the cloaking area where he picks up my coat and phone.

“Why the pink fluffy monstrosity?” He asks as he hands it to me and I wrap it around my shoulders.

“Why the constantly died hair?” I snap back as he replies with a quick, “Touché.”

I puff up my chest with drunken pride as I ask, “Where are we really going because you don’t know where I’m staying.”

“Taking you back to our place so you don’t end up riding some other drunken asshole for the night.” He says while I feign shock and cover my mouth in mock surprise.

“Because some little dickie bird is a good enough excuse for you to come ‘rescue’ me, you can be assured that won’t happen so please let me go so I can get back to my party.” I say as his grip on my wrist tightens and he leads me to a sleek black convertible with two other guys I immediately recognize as Calum and Ashton, sitting in the back seat.

“No. I told Ashton once and now I’m telling you Mikey. Don’t make me do this. I don’t want to deal with you guys.” I panic as I begin to try and claw his hand off of my wrist.

He doesn’t reply but instead walks over to the car and opens the passenger door and forces me to sit down.

“Welcome princess.” Says Ashton from behind as Mikey climbs in the driver side and starts up the car which growls in response.

I don’t respond to the warm tone from behind and instead, stay cold like the breeze blowing against my face.

[kwlile]

okay but possessive tony watching girls drooling over peter and peter getting the brunt of tony’s anger when they get home

Yes!!!!!! Jealous tony is hngg and I’m in love with a completely submissive peter,

Peter had been walking around socialising all night with everyone and ‘socialising’ in Tony’s foeryind meant flirting with anything on two legs and it was driving tony insane the way Peter was laughing at things other people said and how tony noticed the glances Peter got when someone caught sight of the boys pert ass and Tony almost couldn’t stand it.

After Peter had finished talking with a girl around his own age and was walking toward the bathroom tony grabbed a handful of his ass in the hallway to the bathrooms and growled in his ear “you know exactly what you’ve been doing all night and you’ll pay for it when we get home, I hope you prep yourself in there or it’ll be a rough night” a noticeable shiver ran down peters spine as tony bit into his shoulder and sauntered away leaving Peter gawking and confused on the spot.

A few more hours at the party and Peter was starting feel tired from the atmosphere alone and decided to find tony to also if they could go, tony nodded smiling at Peter gently and throwing an arm over his shoulder to gently guide him to the door, normally this would have claimed Peter into almost falling asleep on his partner but tonight was different because Peter suddenly remembered what Tony had promised when they got home and was already starting to harden at the thought.

Peter thought Tony had forgotten which was weird because tony NEVER forgets a punishment so obviously peters on edge the entire car ride home which is completely silent and all the way up to their suite where tony goes into the bathroom and begins his nightly routine while Peter just sits on the bed and watches tony knees together and hands in his lap waiting for his daddy to tell him what to do, tony doesn’t even look at him until he’s finished washing his face and has his shirt unbuttoned and tie hanging loose around his neck, rubbing moisturising his hands he turns to Peter and says in a a calm but stern voice “get into position” and Peter immediately obeys.

Peter takes off all his clothes except his underwear and kneels on the floor at the end of the bed with his hands in his lap staring and waiting obediently for his Daddy to give him more instructions. Tony finally finishes with his hair brushes back and smelling sharply of aftershave he simply removes the tie from around his neck and ties peters wrists behind him tugging on the knot harshly and ensuring its tight around the younger’s wrists, he leans down and whispers in peters ear a simple “colour?” And Peter responds with green. Tony proceeds to tug Peter off his knees to a standing position using the hands tied behind his back sending slight pain through peters shoulders and the restricted motion.

Tony sits in the fancy armchair in the corner of the room by the window legs spread wide and hands casually on his knees “come here” another command Peter obeys willing letting out a slight whimper at Tony’s stern tone and obvious erection visible through his dress pants. Peter walks until he’s in front of Tony and is swiftly pushed down until his knees are on the floor next to Tony’s leg and hes bent across Tony’s lap ass only display and completely helpless to anything his daddy might do to him, Peter let’s out another whimper at the thought and fruitlessly attempts to rut against Tony’s leg to which tony gives him a tap on the thigh for.

“You’ve been a bad boy baby whoring yourself around all night leading on all those people especially that girl your age” tony punctuates his sentence with a sharp slap to his babys waiting ass and Peter responds with a jerk of his hips and a loud moan choking out a “im sorry daddy” already drooling over his daddy’s expensive slacks.

Tony gently massages the spot he’s just hit checking in once again “what’s your colour baby?” Peter moans and Tony gives him another light tap not enough to hurt but enough to get Peter to answer,“G-green” Peter breathes out pushing back against the now plural hands massing his ass cheeks parting them,“Look at your pretty hole, all stretched for me bet you did that at your daddy’s command you little slut” tony once again ends the sentence with a harsh slap to peters reddening ass but this time he doesn’t stop he keeps going alternating between each of peters cheeks “You’re gonna get twenty spanks for being such a little whore all night babyand then daddy’s gonna fill you up, even if you cum between now and when I do daddy’s just gonna keep fucking you, gotta mark you as his” Tony keeps spanking him hard and when he gets to ten he massages them a bit giving Peter a break, who, is panting a writhing on Tony’s lap tears having started falling down his face freely, as tony gently runs his hands against Peters soft bum he checks in again knowing how submissive Peter can and wanting to make sure his baby is doing okay tony softly says “what’s your colour baby one more time before I finish spanking you just so I know you’re doing okay” Peter whimpers out a quiet “g-green, so green please-” and cuts himself off by pushing his ass further into Tony’s hands again.

Tony leans down and places a kiss on the red marks before continuing to degrade Peter and spank his cute bum until its bright red then when he’s done he has Peter stand up and undo his daddys designer belt and pants pulling out his big dick tony then guides him to sit on it and fuck himself. Peter obliges and bounces on his daddy’s dick until they both cum tony fucking into Peter ruthless to ride out his orgasm.

[sheisbutlittle]

I recently learned a huge lesson in persistence.

At the start of the summer of 2016, my hands started to feel very itchy. Due to the warmth in the weather and therefore the more time I’d been spending outside, I assumed this was just an insect bite or something similar. However, it didn’t go away. Around October time, I started noticing small circles of itchy bumps on the backs of my hands, rather than isolated bites, as I’d first assumed them to be. I still wasn’t sure what it was, so I took even more care to keep my hands clean, and washed them after touching nearly anything. I was working in a school at the time as a cleaner, but as I hadn’t had a change in cleaning products or the gloves I wore, I assumed this irritation was something else, possibly at home. I used cream for insect bites and even borrowed a few dabs of my boyfriend’s eczema cream, but nothing eased the never-ending itchiness my hands were becoming plagued with.

It took me several months to decide to go to the doctors. I have a fear of being a timewaster, especially when it comes to anything health related, as there will always be someone with a more urgent case than my own. I finally relented, only because the irritation was starting to make my job uncomfortable and I was self-conscious of the bright redness on the backs of my hands.

Left hand, 24/01/17

Right hand, 24/01/17

At first, the doctor thought it was ringworm. I’d already had family tell me this might be a possibility, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise, but it was a relief to hear it come from a doctor. He prescribed me a steroid cream that wasn’t too strong, but, unfortunately, I no longer have it, so I can’t say exactly what it was. He also told me to get a pot of E45 cream, as he thought part of the problem was that my hands were quite dry. This was because where my skin was cracking, it was easier for bacteria to get in and that might have been the cause of these problems. It also could have been my hands being in sweaty vinyl gloves for at least 70 minutes when at work each night, even though I always cleaned them afterwards.

That first cream worked for a while, but soon I noticed nothing was changing. If anything, it was getting worse, so I went back to the doctors for another appointment. This time I was prescribed a cream called Daktarin 2% w/w cream, described as being ‘for fungal infections of the skin and nails’. There’s something about that word ‘fungal’ that gives me shudders, but as I knew even less about what was going on than my doctor did, I accepted that it may well have been a skin infection. It would have made sense; given the nature of my job, there was any number of bacteria that could have gotten into my skin. He also prescribed me a bottle of Centraben, reminding me that it’s impossible to overdose on moisturiser.

Left hand, 30/03/17

Right hand, 30/03/17

Left hand, 24/04/17

Right hand, 24/04/17

A couple more months went by of me dutifully applying the Daktarin twice a day, moisturising at least 4-5 times a day, and there was briefly some relief from the itching and frustration that made me want to rip my own skin off. But, you guessed it, the relief didn’t last. Soon enough, the itchy red bumps came back with a vengeance and seemed to completely take over my hands. I wore long sleeves every day to university, scared that people would be worried about catching whatever I had and sitting away from me. I already knew it wasn’t infectious, as I’d been around my family, close friends and family ever since my hands had first started itching and no one had experienced any similar symptoms, but my friends at university wouldn’t necessarily know that.

By October 2016, I was back again at my doctors. No amount of moisturiser seemed to be able to keep my hands moist. I was putting it on as much as possible without leaving grease trails all over my house or soaking through my papers at university, but nothing seemed to be helping. I was in agony. I was given another prescription, this time an ointment called Audavate™ RD 0.025% w/w. This gel-like substance helped for the longest time. It was incredibly greasy, a sensation I’m not a fan of at all, but it helped. Besides, applying the Centraben over the top helped lessen the greasy feeling, as well as acting like a barrier to keep the helpful stuff in and the harmful stuff out.

As you may have guessed by now, there is a pattern to this blog. The Audavate helped, and then it didn’t. I stuck with the moisturisers, always carrying something with me to keep my hands hydrated, but the gel started to hurt more than it helped, so I simply stopped using it. Possibly not the wisest choice, but for me it was better than forcing myself to keep using something that I felt was no longer helping. I should have gone back to the doctor, but I’d started to lose my faith as I still didn’t have a secure diagnosis and cause. If something is wrong with me, I like to know exactly what it is, how it started and how I can fix it. Without knowing what was causing it, I was hyperaware of every surface I touched. I was constantly washing my hands, loading them up with moisturiser, then having to wash them again because I’d touched something that I wasn’t sure was clean. It was bordering on obsessive.

2017 was a mix-match year of awful flare-ups and bearable comparative calmness. I quit my job to focus on the final year of my degree and that seemed to help slightly, although I’d be lying if I said the summer was easy – the added heat and sweat caused my hands to be unbearable itchy to the point where I’d cry when my boyfriend held my hands still. It was not fun.

As I got closer to the winter of 2017, my hands started to literally fall apart, and even started spreading onto my right palm. Having your dominant hand in such a way is not easy, as everything you do can hurt. My skin was flaking, sore, red, and painful. My mum and my boyfriend started speculating that it was severe eczema, probably brought on by the stress of the final year of my degree. I tried taking a bit more time out to relax rather than working myself to the bone. Alongside the red dryness, I was starting to get small fluid-filled blisters called ‘vesicles’ on the edges of my fingers and down the edge of my right palm. These blisters were very itchy. I got in trouble with my boyfriend more times than I can remember for making my own hand bleed from scratching. He’s been a lifelong sufferer of eczema, so he understood my frustration and pain, but also knew the best thing for it was to leave it alone.

Over Christmas, my family finally saw for themselves the extent of what I was going through. They were all as confused as I was, as, except for very minor eczema on my mum’s arm in intense summer heat, no one else in my family had ever had anything even remotely similar. My boyfriend, who happened to be spending Christmas with us for the first time, was very gentle in his reprimands, simply holding my hand if he caught me scratching.

We agreed that bandaging up my hand was the best thing for me. I would put on a thick layer of moisturiser, we’d lay a square of lint over the affected area, and then he would help me wrap and tie the bandage. It did work; for hours at a time I could forget about the itching and focus on work, or whatever it was I was doing. Admittedly, it did make washing my hands a bit more of an arduous task, but that was such a small inconvenience considering the relief that being bandaged up gave me. I bought some cotton gloves as well, for when I needed a bit more freedom in my hand, which led to a lot of jokes about when I’d become Michael Jackson. This all helped slightly, but I was still in a lot of pain. It was temporary relief, but was doing nothing to permanently repair my hands.

In desperation, I called my doctors and asked for the next possible appointment. The only option I was given was a telephone appointment (they’re always fully booked), and though I wanted someone to actually look at my hand to understand how bad it was, it was better than nothing. Barely twenty minutes later, I was called by a friendly-sounding doctor, to whom I gave my best description of my condition from start to finish. She asked me a few questions but seemed to understand exactly what was happening. She told me she would send my prescription to my regular pharmacist and I would be able to pick it up the next day. I was sceptical, as none of the other steroid creams or ointments had seemed to have had any last effect, but I figured anything was better than the pain I was going through on a daily basis.

I picked up my prescription on the Friday: a new ointment called Elocon, and a 3-in-1 emollient called Zeroderm. I applied both, as well as clean lint and a bandage, and even took baths with the Zeroderm melted into it. By Monday night, my hand was nearly completely cleared up! I couldn’t believe it! I don’t have any pictures of my hand at its worst, but you can see the slight difference in colour on the edge of my palm – that was all open, red, flaking and sore for several weeks.

My right hand on 07/01/18

You can see where my palm was affected

The main lesson I’ve taken away from the last 18 months or so, is that whenever something medical is persistent in hanging around, I have to be even more persistent to get rid of it. I’m still healing, but I’m the most positive I’ve been about recovery since the start of 2017. I’m just hoping the pattern doesn’t repeat for a fourth time…

Amy ox

The Importance of Persistence I recently learned a huge lesson in persistence. At the start of the summer of 2016, my hands started to feel very itchy.