#god i wish id seen this ask before i took the everything shower

[xxgoldie]

Ok but the idea of lighter joining you in the shower thinking he's gonna get some coochie but then it turns into you asking him to help apply a hair mask and he gets to watch you shave and whatnot and it's not sex but it's incredibly domestic (plus he does get to stare at your tits...) and it feels like something besides his dick grows a size that day. lighter loving to watch you take care of yourself and put all those products he's always running errands to pick up for you into use. getting a whiff of your hair products when you're snuggled close, being physically incapable of a) keeping his gloves on and b) keeping his hands off your legs when they're freshly shaved and moisturized. finding amusement in your little skincare routines and just shrugging and letting you do as you please when you insist on putting some of your moisturizing sunscreen on his face.

I KNOW RIGHT like I was thinking abt several characters when I made the post but let's be real, deep down it's always Lighter,,,,,, I'm just so soft for him in little domestic moments

gotta tease him a little like "it takes effort to be this soft and kissable, since you've been reaping the rewards you may as well start helping". n honestly he's a little bewildered but he can't say no to you when you're clothed, let alone naked and inches away in the cramped shower. getting him involved w every step, whether he's helping or ur also applying the product to him. having him massage a scalp mask in for you and he's a natural at it, it feels like you're at a spa - we've established he's good with his fingers n I think that has a wide variety of applications, including massages. n getting him to use your shampoo and conditioner for once (hate to say it, but I feel like he's a 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash kind of guy just for convenience. in this respect I could fix him tho).

he's honestly surprised how much he enjoys the non-sexual nudity. normally, as soon as your clothes start coming off he can't keep his hands off of you, but despite his original intentions, he doesn't feel much need to shift the mood (tho as you said anon, he is absolutely staring at your tits the whole time). the lack of clothes feels less sexual and more vulnerable, not performing or putting on a mask, just enjoying the intimacy of the mundane and making it special. he slots perfectly into your routine. with every new product you pick up (he is still astonished at how many of them go into this), he's learning a tidbit about you, another tiny puzzle piece falling into place.

another thing is I think this would hit so hard in a fwb-to-lovers situation (a trope which I think suits him so so well). just, one of those first moments where the two of you can start thinking about 'what if there were strings attached?', the sort of thing that makes him realise that shit, maybe he's a bit in love with you. mmmmm I will never stop thinking about him.

[anythingforspence]

the capstone - chapter one

Summary: Reader is a semester away from getting her masters in Psychology and duringher last semester she has to complete her capstone, or passion project if you will. This year, the professors decided that each student will be personally mentored by a psycologyst in distinct fields. When Y/N meets hers, she can’t decide whether she is lucky or if it will be a long 5 months.

Pairing: Female reader x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.8 k

Chapter warning: harsh language, sexy talk, no smut yet

A/N: omg tysm for all of the love on the teaser post. i hope i dont dissapoint.

Although I’m wide awake, I let my alarm clock keep beeping and beeping and beeping as I stare up at the white ceiling of my cheap studio apartment. My neighbor woke me up bright and early this morning by doing what sounded like lugging a dead body throughout his apartment. I lifted my head slightly just to slam it back against my bed, whining about being awake at 5:30 am. I’m probably just nervous. I have to complete this passion project for my psychology class by being mentored by a famous psychologist and write a paper about their career and their wisdom I guess. I have a meeting with my mentor today and I don’t know what to expect. My professor kept the identity of our mentors a secret. For the “excitement” and whatnot.

With a sigh, I swing my legs over the side of my bed and bend over to switch off the alarm. Resting my elbows on my knees, I run my hands down my face, basically prepping myself for the fact that I have to stand up soon. The moment I stand, I stretch all throughout my body, ending with my hands high above my head, stretching into the ceiling. My mouth getting ready to yawn when a bang was heard next door, like a book being chucked against the wall ajoined with my neighbors apartment causing me to yelp. I’m pretty sure I heard a chuckle in response to my scream. I glared at the wall, thinking of all the ways I could storm in there and punch my neighbor. I had two choices. I could storm in there and do all the things I wish I could do, or I could mind my business and get ready for the day.

Rolling my eyes I decided to just get ready. I still wanted payback, however, I blasted Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths as I head into the showe. I grab brown trousers, a white button up, and a sage green set of lace undergarments. Not that anyone would see them, unfortunately there has been a drought of sorts in my pants. I just wear them for the aesthetic. Getting undressed, I put on my favorite playlist with all of the songs that make me feel like I’m the main character in an indie film. I heard a light tapping at my door, like some wanted my attention but at the same time wished I never paid attention to them. I decided to ignore it and step under the stream of water in my shower.

Once I was all finished with my shower, I stepped out into my foggy bathroom. Singing along to Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx, I start drying off and slip on my outfit for the day. I keep my hair in a towel to help it dry some so I don’t have to use any heat on my hair. For my makeup I decided to go for a red lip, neutral blush, mascara, and brows today. Something simple and professional. I let my hair out of the towel and brush it out, not doing too much to it. Blowing myself a kiss in the mirror, I grab my purse and wrap my student ID around my neck, letting it fall next to the golden flower chained to my neck.When I open the door, I laugh in shock at the note my neighbor left for me.“nice taste in music”

I felt something against my leg and knew exactly who it was. “Hi, Payton,” I sweetly spoke to the Sphynx cat at my feet. I named her Payton even though she’s not technically mine and just wanders through the apartment complex. I bend down to give her scratches at her neck. “How’s my cutie patootie. Did you see the asshole who left this not?” She just tilted her head more into my hand, telling me to keep on scratching. “Guess not.” I stand back up and check the time on my watch, “Shit”. I had five minutes to get there.

-----

A bell rang as I entered the coffee shop I was supposed to meet my mentor at, of course with my favorite mask on. My eyes scan the place a little before I walk up to the counter to order my favorite drink. “Hi can I just get a 16 ounce Earl Grey, please?” The barista said something along the lines of yes of course and how my total was 2.16. “Alrighty, thank you.” It didn’t take too long for it to be done. They weren’t very busy and it’s just a tea bag and hot water.

“Excuse me, are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?” 

Woah. His voice sent a tingle down my spine. Probably just because I haven’t had much human contact or the fact that I haven’t been laid in a while but, my god, what I would give for him to say my name again. But that was nothing compared to what I saw when I turned around. I’m just glad I was wearing a mask so he didn’t the way my lips parted when my eyes met his. He had curly brown hair and he dressed like an old man, doesn’t sound like much but for me, that’s everything. Oh my gosh, and he had nerdy little cute glasses? When I realized I was staring I averted my eyes and started blushing.

“Um, yes, hi, that’s my name. I’m so sorry, but what’s your name?” The tremor in my voice made me want to just drop dead. I’m a woman of science but if the Earth knew how to open up and swallow people, now would be the time to prove it.

“Oh hi. I’m Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m your psychology mentor. Did your professor not tell you?” He seemed so confused, oh my god he’s so cute.

“Oh. Oh my God I’m so sorry! My professor didn’t let us know who was mentoring us, just in case we did prior research or something. I’m sorry. But yes um I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” I kept on rambling, looking anywhere but his eyes. Unfortunately, it made me look like I was checking him out. Oh fuck.

Chuckling a bit, he goes, “Oh no your fine. No need to apalogize. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss Y/N.” Not going to lie, the way he said my name sent tingles to my pussy. Oh my god what is wrong with me! I can’t be thinking these things about the person who is going to mentor me! Stop being so horny.

I started to blush and I cleared my throat and gestured towards the window. “Um, should we go sit out there?”

“Oh yes of course. Please after you,” he said, his hand finding the small of my back, hitching my breath and making me nervously mess with the rings on my fingers. We sat at the iron tables outside of the coffee shop, he pulled my chair open for me, finally his hands off of me. I felt like I could breathe again but at the same time I felt sad, empty. He took off his mask to take a sip of what he was drinking and holy shit. He had some scruff and his lips just looked so inviting. I wanted to distract from the silence that was biting at me. “So, uh, what do you do?” My voice trailing off, making everything so much heavier with awkwardness and the sexual tension that was just coming from me.

“What do you mean what do I do?” Fuck. I looked so stupid of course he does something in pschology. That’s the whole reason you’re here.

“W-well, um, like what specific area do you work in?”

“I do criminal profiling with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” My eyebrows bunch together in confusion. What does that have to do with psychology? Almost as if he’s reading my mind he continues, “We psycho analyze crime scenes, victims, bodies to understand why a criminal would do what they did, which helps us to understand the type of person they are, their background, and it leads us to the criminal, or unsub.”

“Wow that’s actually really cool. But, like, how does that all work?”

“Tell me, Y/N, when was the last time you had sex?” I didn’t say anything. I was so shocked. First off, how inappropriate, but also how did he know? “When I first walked in, you kept on looking me up and down as if you’ve never seen a man before. You keep fidgeting with your rings. Usually new jewelry makes people fidget but the stains on your fingers suggest you wear rings frequently which means you're nervous. Also ever since I’ve taken my mask offyou haven’t stopped staring at my lips. So, sweet girl, tell me when was the last time you were satisfied?”

I just sat there, gapping at him like a fish out of water. What was I supposed to say? Why thank you for asking, although the last time I’ve had sex was a year ago but the last time I’ve orgasmed has been longer? Before I could come up with an answer he got a phone call. Someone named Morgan needed him or something. Whatever it was, it seemed urgent.“Sorry our meeting got cut short, Y/N. Very important FBI business came up. Here is my card, has my name, email and phone number. I recommend calling me because I don’t usually check my emails or my texts. Your professor already gave me your contact information so I know how to find you. I am very excited for the upcoming months.”

“Oh- uh, thank you,” I whispered, still shocked. He grabs my hand so that he can hand me my card since I haven’t moved a muscle. 

“Oh and Y/N?” My head wips up at him and I let out a “hmm?” that could be mistaken for a moan. “Green is a nice color on you.” Confused, I looked down to see my button up shirt had popped open, letting my green covered tits be seen by the world. Eyes blown open, I immediately cover myself and say a thank you that sounded so embarrassing because my voice cracked. He just chucked and told me he would contact me soon. Before he left, I could’ve sworn he looked at me as if I was a sexy hollywood actress or something. But I brushed it off. Maybe he was concerned for me. After all, I had my tits out and made it obvious that I was desperately horny. God these five months will be awful if I keep thinking about Dr. Reid as a sex partner than a mentor. Then again the concept of having sex with your mentor can be hot. Nope. No. I should stop there.

[dr-addieramsey]

Movie Night

Book : Open Heart - Post book 3 (A few weeks after they said their ' I love you's ')

Pairing : Ethan Ramsey X F!MC(Adelaide Nicholson)

Category : Fluff

Rating : Teen+

Summary : It' s just a simple movie night with zero plot....

A/N : This is my first fic so I'm sorry if it turns out to be trashy. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes........

It was Friday night and Ethan was sitting in his living room, a medical journal in his one hand and a glass of scotch in another. His apartment was quiet and he was really grateful for the silence. It had been a hectic week. Being the Chief of Medicine was not an easy job and all he really wanted to do was enjoy his night and the next day off. Jenner was sitting by his feet.

Although he was really enjoying the silence a part of him wished that his girlfriend was there with him. Girlfriend. Although the term seemed juvenile he still couldn't believe he got to call her his. The beautiful Head of Diagnostics always soothed his mind and felt like home. He had no idea how she did that but he was grateful that he had her in his life. Ever since he had told her a few weeks back that he loved her and she - to his relief - had said those words back they both were over-the-moon happy.

This week although she had been really busy. The Diagnostics team had a really tough case assigned to them two days back and being the head of the team she had the responsibility to solve it as soon as possible before the patient got worse. On top of that she also had to review resumes and select a new member for the team. After Ethan left the team there was one spot on the team which needed to be filled. This meant extra work for her. Ethan had offered to help her with the interviews but everyone she just said "You already have so much on your plate being the chief of medicine and anyways it's the part of the job so I have to do it. Right?" He was proud of her as her mentor and boyfriend.

But tonight he just wished she could be with him. Although he had seen her in the evening before leaving the hospital he really missed her. His train of thought was interrupted by his phone that started buzzing. He looked at the caller ID and saw Tobias' name. He was in no mood to pickup the call yet he hit the 'accept call' option.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ethan! We just diagnosed the case we got two days back and we were about to go for some drinks to Donahue's. You wanna come?"

"Is Addie with you?" If she was with them and going for drinks, Ethan would go there no matter how strongly he wanted to avoid drunk interns and idiots who wanted to talk to him.

"No. We asked her to come with us but she said she had paperwork to complete. Last I saw her she was in the office. Now, answer my question. You're coming or not?"

"Thanks for asking but I'd rather sit at home and enjoy the peace of my apartment. You enjoy. Congratulations on the solve. Bye." Ethan immediately end the call before Tobias could say another word. He placed his phone on the table and picked up his journal. His phone started buzzing again. This time he picked it up without checking who it was expecting it to be Tobias again.

"Tobias I told you I don't want to go!"

"You should really stop treating him like that babe." Addie said in her melodious voice. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he heard her voice at the other side of the line.

"Addie! Sorry I thought it was Tobias again. So, are you still at the hospital?"

"Nope! I just left. I was really missing you. What are you doing?"

"Reading a medical journal, drinking scotch and missing you."

"Yeah? You're missing me?"

"Ofcourse..." Before Ethan could finish his sentence he was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Just a second, love. There is someone at the door." He started moving towards the door."Who could be there so late?" he muttered to himself. As soon as he opened the door he was delighted to see who was at the door. Adelaide stood at the door. She looked exhausted yet beautiful. A smile made its way on her face when she saw him.

"Hi!"

"Hello, baby!" He immediately pulled her in for a kiss. Both of them let a contended sigh when the broke the kiss. Jenner came to the door wiggling his tail. She scratched him behind his ear a few times. She took of her shoes and and coat. He immediately guided her in the living room towards the couch.

"You want something to eat or drink?"

"Yes please! Can you order some pizza or maybe make some popcorn? I would like to watch a movie with you after I take a shower, only if you want to ofcourse."

"Okay, I'll make popcorn and order pizza. You go take a shower."

She made her way to the bedroom and Ethan headed to the kitchen to make popcorn

~15 minutes later ~

Ethan was on the couch ready with blankets and popcorn. Pizza had arrived a few minutes back. Everything was set up.

Adelaide walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing his black hoodie and she had her blonde hair braided. How does she manage to look beautiful in everything, he thought to himself. She smelled lilies and vanilla because of her body wash. He loved spending his nights with her in his arms.

She snuggled next to him on the couch, her head on his chest. His arm immediately went around her shoulders as if it was second nature. Everything felt right.

"So rom-com or horror?" she asked him

"What the hell is rom-com Rookie?"

"Oh my god, Ethan you are ancient. Rom-com means romantic comedy!" She started laughing and he swore it was one of his favourite sounds.

"You're not subjecting me to that kind of stuff. Let's watch horror."

"Okay! But fair warning, I scream a lot. Your ears may start to bleed. Also save me if in have a heart attack."

"Nothing will happen to you. I'll protect you." he said laughing.

"Okay Mr. Knight in shining Armor. I'm starting the movie now."

~Half-way into the movie~

Addie was practically sitting in Ethan's lap by now. Everytime she suspected a horror scene coming up she closed her eyes and buried her head in his shoulder. She was screaming at the actors to not go in that direction or to ignore the sounds and Ethan couldn't control his laughter. As much as he would've enjoyed to just sit in silence and cuddle he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying this.

"NO! NO! NO! DON'T GO THERE YOU FOOL! HE WILL KILL YOU! OH MY GOD, ETHAN HE IS GOING TO DIE!"

"Scream a little louder and maybe he'll listen to you Rookie. Don't worry as I said I'll protect you." Ethan said laughing loudly this time. The next thing that Ethan's mind registered was a bunch of popcorn hitting his face.

"First you protect yourself!" He was not the type of person to start food fights while watching movies, but she brought out a side of him that he didn't know he had. He also picked a few popcorn and threw them at her. She filled her hands with popcorn and got up from the couch. Ethan aslo took the bowl.

"You sir, have started a fight." She threw more popcorn at him. He reacted immediately throwing popcorn at her.

"Ethan stop! It'll get stuck in my hair!"

"You're the one who started it Rookie." He got up and wrapped his arms around her. They both were looking in each other's eyes. Blue and green met and both were filled with adoration.

"I love you, Addie"

"I love you too, Ethan"

Their lips met in a kiss. It was soft and gentle at first and then it grew passionate. Their mouths danced together. She put her hands on his chest and he put his and on the small of his back. They broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes filled with desire.

"I think we have had enough of the movie. I have better ideas."

"Well I never say no to 'better ideas.' "

He lifted her and she started giggling. He carried her to the bedroom and shut the door.

~The next morning~

Ethan woke up when the sunshine entered the room. He moved his hand to the other side of the bed and it was cold. He groaned and got up. He started looking for Addie around the apartment.

When Ethan entered the kitchen he saw some pancakes and a cup of coffee on the table. It looked like it was freshly made. He smiled when he saw the sight. He moved towards the table he saw a note beside the plate. He picked it up and started reading.

Good morning,

I had to leave early for my shift. I made you breakfast. I'll come back in the evening. I'll have my break 10 a.m. Call me if you're free. Enjoy your day off. I'll miss you all day long. Love you.

Addie❤️

P.S. : I gave Jenner his food

Ethan was filled with love for this woman. He considered himself the luckiest man in the universe and promised to never let her go.

I know it was wierd 😂. Again I'm sorry for any mistakes.......

@openheartfanfics

[nightshade-minho]

-Blue Book- (10)

Act 2

Warnings: angsty shit, future smut.

Wc: 1.8k (sorry for the short ass chapter-)

You blinked sleepily, a finger poking your arm and insistently pulling you out of your slumber.

A whine left your mouth as you opened your eyes slightly, Felix's face hovering over yours.

"Lix-" You groaned, pushing him away and casting a quick glance at the clock on your wall. " It's a Saturday morning, fucking let me sleep." You rolled over, burying your face in the pillow as Felix let out a deep sigh.

"Y/n, this is important. There's something I thought I should let you know-"

"Fuck. Off." You growled, voice muffled by the pillow.

Felix sat there for a moment, contemplating his life choices. Why exactly did he think it would be a good idea to try and wake you up at 8 am on a Saturday?

If he told you the news now, you'd be mad at him for having disturbed your precious sleep. If he tells you when it's too late- god, you'd be pissed beyond doubt.

Either way, he'd have to face your wrath. Deciding he didn't want such a pretty morning to be ruined, he put it off. Was it the right decision? Guess he had to wait and find out.

He cast one last glance at your sleeping face, heart beating. He hoped you’d take it well...he doesn’t want to see you devastated again. 

Mentions of him always managed to do exactly that, though. 

He really wasn’t prepared for another night of crying and excessive wine drinking, patting your back as you asked the same question, again and again.

He wished he could let you know you were more than enough, worthy of the world. And he’d be sure to protect you. 

He wasn’t going to hurt you. Not again.

***

When you finally woke up, courtesy of your alarm, you sat up and slid out of bed. Stumbling out of your room, you headed to the bathroom, which seemed to be locked.

"Lix! Come out, I really need to pee!"

"Just a second!"

You groaned and rested your head against the door, letting your eyes flutter closed again. Felix was definitely a wonderful roommate- you'd gotten lucky in that department- but he always hogged the bathroom, and it infuriated you.

You still remembered the day you met Felix again. You'd moved back to the town after about five years, no longer wanting to live with your mom and her insufferable boyfriend. As soon as you graduated, you took advantage of your newfound independence to go back to where it all began.

Running into Felix had been a pleasant surprise. The two of you had gone to a café to catch up. He mentioned his need for a roommate, and since then you'd been inseparable. He re-introduced you to the boys, including Minho who you’d already been in touch with. They’d all been friends even after high school and throughout college, their old group intact. Well, except for him.

Chan had moved away just a few weeks after you had, according to Felix. It had been quite sudden, and there were barely any goodbyes, just like with you. Half the guys had been relieved, apparently. Especially Minho. 

Everything that had happened back in high school seemed extremely childish, now that you were an adult with a job and bills to pay. However, you still couldn't exactly find it in your heart to forgive Chan. He was your first love, after all...and those tend to turn bittersweet. He'd betrayed your trust and played with your feelings. Yes, you were young and naïve, but you should have seen it coming- you'd always thought he was too perfect for you. Too good to be true...

You almost fell forward when the door suddenly opened, snapping out of your thoughts as Felix caught you, chuckling.

"Take a shower, sleepyhead." He chuckled, ruffling your hair as he let you go and walked over to the kitchen, presumably to make breakfast.

You smiled as he left, sleepily removing your sweatpants and shirt when you heard your phone ring from on top of the sink. Pausing, you inched closer and grabbed it as you shut the door, lifting the phone to your ear after a quick glance at the caller ID.

"Minho! I was just about to take a shower-"

A chuckle from the other end. "Sure, I was just calling to remind you."

"Remind me? Of what?"

"We were planning to go to the mall today!" His indignant voice came shooting into your ears. You winced and giggled, clutching the phone tighter as a loud sigh came through.

"Chill, I didn't forget."

A huff. "Good. I'll pick you up in a bit."

You ended the call, a faint smile lingering on your face. Your unlikely friendship with Minho was one the universe itself probably didn't see coming, in all honesty. 

You still remembered how vile he used to be. Yes, he had a reason, but that didn’t exactly erase all the pain and discomfort he’d put you through. 

He’d shown massive regret, though. Proved that he changed for the better. Besides, you couldn’t exactly push him away after finding out what connected the two of you. So, you’d forgiven him...

You wondered if you would ever find it in yourself to forgive Chan the same way- if you ever see him again, that is. The pain he’d caused was worse. You’d trusted him...loved him, only to find out he’d been using you all along. That he was in love with someone else, even as he hugged you and kissed you. As you brushed your teeth, your mind drifted, memories made with him replaying in your head. The feeling of his soft lips pressed against yours...intertwined fingers, his arms wrapped firmly around you as a storm raged on, a similar one swirling in your heart.

You shook your head, rinsing your mouth as you reminded yourself that it was all in the past. There was no point thinking about Chan anymore. You had Felix and Minho, your best friends and the only people that mattered, currently. It was all you needed.

***

Chan’s grip on the steering wheel was loose, his eyes half-open as he drove. He was way too tired, and it was probably dangerous to drive in his state. He was already close, though.

He briefly averted his eyes from the road to check the directions Felix had texted him. Yes, he’d arrive any minute now.

His heart was pounding. He couldn’t believe he was back here, years later. He’d missed this town, to be honest. And yet, at the time, his parents’ transfer had felt like a blessing. A way to escape from the pain he’d felt at your betrayal, as well as your sudden departure.

Felix had told him. You were his roommate. There was a lump in his throat, nervousness and anxiety at the thought of seeing you again brimming up. He didn’t know if he was ready.

The initial anger he’d felt when he saw you with Minho had faded away. All that was left now was disappointment, a faint sadness lingering in the back of his mind at all times. 

You’d been the one to show him what happiness felt like. He’d felt it when cuddling your small frame- skin pressed against skin, your radiant smile etching itself into his brain. He’d felt it when you took him to that museum, showing him what true beauty was. 

He couldn’t forget what you felt like. He’d tried to, with numerous people. And yet...all he could think about was you. Even now, as an adult. And here he was, mere minutes away from having to see your face again.

Just be quick. In, out. Greet Felix, catch up with him a little and that’s it. Come on, Chan. You can do this...

He parked the car, swallowing as he stepped out. This was it.

***

You pulled up your pants just as you heard the doorbell ring. “Coming!’ You shouted, zipping up as you ran over to the door, opening it and glaring.

"Ah, finally! You're late."

"I had to drop Dea at school." Minho shook his head, entering your apartment and heading straight to the kitchen, the enticing smells luring him in.

"Oh. How is she? It's been a while since I saw her."

"She's good. Misses you a little. She asked me when we're all going to hang out again."

"Soon." You assured, knowing you weren't that busy the following week. Following him into the kitchen, you watched Felix flip the pancakes, looking up as Minho entered.

"Hey, Min. Didn't know you were coming today. Want some?" He tilted his chin towards the pan.

Minho smirked and grabbed one of the strawberries Felix had set aside, popping into his mouth and shaking his head. "No, thanks. We've got a movie to catch, so we have to leave right away." You pouted at that, crossing your arms. "But I don't wanna be hungry! Want pancakes." You mumbled.

The two men looked at you, eyebrows raised at your sudden display. Felix cringed, chuckling as Minho cooed at you.

"You're so cute." He pinched your cheek, looking back at his watch. "Ah fuck, we really have to go now, Y/n."

"But-" You looked over at Felix, who flashed you an apologetic grin as Minho grabbed your hand, practically dragging you over to the door.

"Wait!" Felix suddenly called out, cursing under his breath as he remembered what he was supposed to tell you. Fuck, he’d almost forgot.

"There's no time to waste! We'll be back later, Lix-"

It was too late. Felix was secretly glad Minho was taking you away though. Maybe he could quickly get things done with Chan, and get him to leave before you come back? No...it would be unfair to keep the truth from you. He didn't want you to run into Chan on accident, and quite possibly murder him when you get home.

Calming down a little, he turned back to his pan, just as Minho opened the door.

Wait-

Your eyes widened as your eyes landed on the man standing in front of you.

No. It couldn't be...were you hallucinating? Or was that really Chan, frozen in place with his finger hovering over the doorbell?

Unfortunately, it wasn't a trick your brain was playing on you. Minho was staring at Chan too, shell-shocked as the latter's gaze drifted down to your intertwined hands.

A mass of uncomfortable feelings and emotions you'd repressed for years bubbled up to the surface, almost making you want to throw up. This couldn't be happening.

Chan felt the same way. So you were still with Minho? Fuck, the regret in him was raw, painful as it resurfaced. Suddenly, the anger was back.

The prolonged silence was suspicious to Felix. "Hey, guys...?" He frowned and left the kitchen, stopping in his tracks as he saw Chan and you, icy glares evident as you stared at each other.

"Fuck." He gulped, inching closer to the three. "Um. This was what I m-meant to tell you, Y/n. Surprise! Chan's back!" He giggled nervously, the anger in your eyes scaring him slightly as you turned to look at him.

Chan gritted his teeth, eyes still trained on your hands. “I’m back.” He repeated, glaring at you.

Fuck.

[writersarchivex]

New Job- One Shot

a/n: basically y/n just got a new job, and before her first day she goes out to celebrate with some friends. she meets harry at the bar. things happen. b o o m.

warnings: angst, adult language, drinking, mentions of sex.

!theres no smut in this guys . give me a break this is my first time posting on tumblr!

words: 1.6k

After months of looking and years of hard work at college, Y/N finally got the call. She had gotten her dream job at a law firm, which might not sound like much but it very much so is. All her life this had been just what her dad wanted for her, to grow up and become a powerful lawyer and strong young woman.

So that’s what she did. She worked her ass off, never attending parties and never straying far from the lines. Pretty much everything she did was to please the memory of her beloved father.

Tonight though, was a change of pace for Y/N. A group of her friends invited her to the local bar, after finding out about her new found job.

“Come on Y/N. One drink. Live a little before you jump into that great job of yours.” Mia said into the phone.

Y/N sighed and looked around at her apartment. She didn’t really have any plans for the night, and there wasn’t any harm in having one drink with her friends. I mean, how often do you get to celebrate things like this right?

“Fine, Mia. Just one drink. No funny business though, I really can’t go in tomorrow with a hang over.” Y/N smiled.

One drink very quickly became two, and two became four. Y/N was very drunk. The room was a bit blurry, but she was certainly sober to know she’d had enough.

Mia and the group were having a blast, and of course she was as well. This type of thing was never Y/N’s scene. She was more of the ‘stay inside with a blanket and a book’ kind of girl.

She kind of hated nights like this. The smell and taste of alcohol overpowering her senses, drunk sweaty people dancing around, and a black dress that was all too short and uncomfortable.

After looking at her friends a while more, she had decided she was done. It’s way past time to call it a night.

She gave a smile to know one in particular, and turned to get her wallet.

She did not expect though, to be met with very pretty eyes and the most gorgeous hair she has probably seen on a man, or any human being for that matter.

“Can I buy you a drink, love?” The man asked, eyeing her carefully up and down.

His voice was dripping with attractiveness, and a beautiful english accent.

“Uhm, I really should be going. Thank you though,” She did her best to be polite.

Although the man looked like a literal gift from God, she really needed to get home.

She missed her pajamas. And her cat.

“Come on, just one. If you really wanna go after that, I’ll call you an uber.” He smiled.

Okay, by now Y/N was very sure she was dreaming. No man that sexy can possibly be that kind. Nope.

She looked at him carefully, like he did to her just moments ago. He was quite tall compared to her, and he was wearing a very nice suit, that fit him perfectly. A businessman maybe?

The man continued to patiently wait, until she gave her answer.

“Okay fine one drink, can I at least have your name?” She smiled at the curly headed man.

He clapped his hands together softly, and let out a chuckle.

“I’m Harry.”

——————————————————————————

Y/N felt the warmth of the sun on her as she slowly sat up in her bed. The memories of last night still a mystery in her mind.

All she knew is that, somehow she was not late for work.

And there was someone in her bed.

A man was laying next to her, facing the opposite direction. From what she could see, he was hot. He certainly had a very nice back.

“I’m Harry.”

Memories from the night prior flooded her mind. She began to slightly panic. She’s never experienced anything like this before, and she didn’t quite know what to do with the man in the bed next to her.

He was fast asleep, and right now she wishes she were dead. Out of all the stupid things she's ever done, this seems to take the cake. 

Trying her best not to wake the man, Y/N made her way quietly out of her room. I mean, she could just get ready for work? Let him wake up on his own?

With the few times that she had gotten drunk in the past, she's never really had a hang over. Call it good karma, or maybe just luck.

She examined her self in the mirror, noticing the hickeys that littered her pale chest.

"Jesus. Couldn't he have aimed a little lower there Harry." She grimaced, turning away from the mirror.

Although she felt a little stupid and embarrassed, she didn't really regret sleeping with the man in her bed.

He seemed mature, which is always nice in situations like this. Not to mention he was mind numbingly attractive.

—

Soon after her shower was finished and she had gotten ready for work, she stepped out of the bathroom trying her best to prepare to wake the man up.

It took every bone in her body not to just let him stay there until he deemed fit to leave, but she figured that wouldn't be the best of ideas. She walked down the small hallway and quickly noticed the smell of coffee surrounding the apartment.

Walking into the kitchen, the man was stood in just his boxers, patiently waiting for the coffee to brew.

Standing there she decided to indulge herself a bit. She never really gets the pleasure of housing someone like this in her apartment, so she figures it wouldn't hurt to admire a bit.

"The mugs are in the top cabinet." She was a bit surprised by how weak her voice was, considering how confident she was last night.

He turned quickly and gave her a quick smile. He seemed a bit wrecked, which was a given under the circumstances.

"Hangover?" She asked, slowly making her way to the medicine cabinet.

He nodded and sat with his cup of black coffee, placing his hands around his head.

"Yes. You seem perfectly fine though. Is it bad that i kind of wish you were hungover too?" He laughed a bit, but quickly grimaced at the sound of his own voice.

What he said made her giggle a bit, before she handed him a few ibuprofen.

He mumbled a quick thank you and finished his cup of coffee.

He stood, placing his hand on either side of the counter where Y/N sat.

Suddenly, she felt like she was in junior high all over again. Y/N felt her cheeks go hot and it felt like every sign of breath had vacated her lungs.

"Hangover or not. From what i can remember, last night was great." He said in a slight whisper.

He was close enough now, that Y/N could feel his breath on my neck. It sent shivers down her spine and she could've swarm she would die right on the spot.

He placed his lips on hers gently, and boy she could've sworn she felt sparks. Her whole face was on fire at this point. No man, or woman, has ever had quite this effect on her.

"I wish I could stay love, but I have to head in to work in about an hour." He said, tracing circles on the side of her arm.

She smiled and looked at the clock, she still had about thirty minutes before she had to get to the firm, and living pretty close surely helped her situation.

"It's okay you can go. It was nice- meeting you Harry."

He gave her one last kiss on the lips before returning to the room to get dressed.

—

Y/N was actually quite sad that he had left. She wishes he could've stayed longer, but she wasn't going to be that girl.

It was a one night stand, and nothing more.

She sighed and looked up at the polished building. Her cup of coffee had gone a bit cold, but she drank it nonetheless.

She checked her watch quickly, and decided it would be best just to go ahead in.

Y/N was very nervous. She worked hard and earned her position, but she was still a bit worried about how her arrival would be taken.

She was a nice girl, and she hoped that people would treat her the same.

She got a few looks as she walked in, but most everyone continued on with their business as if she was just another intern. That she was though.

"Y/N hey!" She stopped in her tracks as her close friend Liam flagged her down.

He stopped in front of her and began to give her the run down of the building.

"Here's everything you need, badge, ID card, and I wrote down the pin numbers to the break room doors. Oh and you have a quick meeting with the boss in about five minutes. He's running late, so you can just go wait in his office." Liam panted.

I was a bit overwhelmed with all the information he gave me, but I did my best not to show my nervousness.

"Okay. I'm going to head there now. Wish me luck okay?" She grinned at the man.

He gave her a quick hug, and then hurriedly made his way over to his office.

———

The bosses office was quite bare. She'd never seen or met this man. Y/N was hired by the head of the department she'd be working in. This man that she was meeting with was the head of the whole damn building.

Kind of intimidating, but it's nothing she can't handle.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the door opened and closed quickly.

"I apologize for my lateness, Miss Y/L/N. I was stuck in morning traffic." A familiar voice rang out.

She grimaced and turned around slowly to face the man.

Her boss.

"Harry?"

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

yo, i love your writing and was wondering if you'd ever write poly lost boys with a male werewolf reader.

Okay, so as soon as I read this I knew there was gonna be a little bit of angst. Since you didn’t specify a genre, I’mma just go all out with how I think it would  go down. This is gonna end up being a fic btw, so I hope you enjoy!!

The Wrong Bite (Poly!Lost Boys x Male!Werewolf reader)

Warnings: minor angst, gore

Word Count: 1794

You had known for the past few months that one day you’d be bitten. Your boyfriends, your four wonderful boyfriends, had already given you a few nips here or there. But only to take a few small sips. Nothing too big. Nothing that would turn you. It had been shocking at first. To learn what they were and what they were capable of. But they were your boys! 

You had met them when you first moved to town. You had a bike, and it hadn’t taken long for them to notice you. They’d offered a race, and you’d been far too cocky to deny the platinum blonde. Even if you knew your bike could never beat a Triumph. You swore that you’d seen the glint in his ocean eyes. Seen that he wanted you. But everyone, including David himself, knew that you had no idea what was going to happen when you walked into the cave that night.

Getting hit on by Dwayne had been one of the things you had expected least. He’d pulled you down next to him on the couch, and, after a few joints and a few swigs of alcohol, you had made a joke about how handsome he was. You’d made a single comment about how all the ladies probably liked him, especially with how quiet he was. He’d leaned in, and had asked in his deep, rumbling voice,

“Are you flirting with me?” And you swore that you’d never turned red faster. He’d given you a rare smile and brushed your hair away from your face. Now, you knew you weren’t straight. At least not completely. But it was the eighties. You couldn’t necessarily just come out and say those types of things to another guy. Especially when all his buddies were surrounding you. You’d stuttered and tried to assure him that you were definitely not flirting with him when he’d rolled his eyes and given you a silent look. One that spoke a thousand words. All it had taken was that one look for you to fall. Hook, line, and sinker.

Falling for the rest had been just as easy, and you had become a comfortable member of their group. Official, but not. You wanted to wait a bit, until you hit your twenty-first birthday. It had been a bit of a joke. That you wanted to be older than all of them physically. David had rolled his eyes when you’d told him that, but he’d given you a smile all the same. He thought it was silly, but he wasn’t going to push it. Not when you were actually willing to turn. It was Paul that had said,

“At least you’ll have a real ID! We won’t have to mind trick the clerks anymore.” And the boys had easily agreed to your wishes. You were going to be theirs forever, so who were they to complain? That was exactly what you had told Marko one night after he pressed a kiss to your cheek on the boardwalk. He was always the most daring when it came to affection in public, and he’d given you a large smile after the words had left your lips. You’d given him a smile and he had replied,

“Forever and ever, babe.”

Well, apparently, that wasn’t what fate had in mind. You’d been walking through the parking lot of your work, heading towards your bike. Usually, the boys would meet you a little bit after your shift ended, but tonight you saw something. A lone wolf. In Santa Carla. 

You had furrowed your brows when you saw it. It was sniffing the ground and pawing at your bike. Then, you watched it turn it’s pale, yellow eyes on you. This wasn’t just a normal wolf. Your breath had hitched, and you hadn’t even had time to think before it was bounding after you. You’d screamed and hightailed it back the way you came. You’d barely made a few feet before it was pouncing on your back, and you screamed in anguish as it’s jaws tore into the flesh of your shoulder. It had ripped right through your jacket, the leather one David had helped you pick out. It’s jaws clamped down, biting into the meat of your back. The pain seared and the only thing you could do was thrash and scream. You felt the pain of its jaws, of being knocked onto your front, of the scrape of concrete against your palms. The smell of it’s musk filled your senses. It stank, smelling putrid and dirty. It was a heavy weight on your back, one you couldn’t even think of getting off. Tears poured out of your eyes as you were sure that this thing was going to kill you. It shook it’s head as it ripped into your flesh, and then it was gone. 

Lights had flashed by and it’d bounded off, leaving you a bleeding heap on the concrete. You faintly heard the roar of bikes, and then you felt someone grabbing you. Hands. You could feel cold hands. Someone was turning you onto your back. Saying something to you. But you were in so much pain that you could barely hear them. You passed out, and you woke up at the cave.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was that everything was clear. Sharp. You could see the dust particles floating above your head. And you could smell everything. You took an inhale, and you scrunched up your nose when you smelled something entirely awful. You sat up, and you didn’t even notice that the pain in your shoulder had gone. There was something in the room with you. Something that smelled wrong. You felt someone at the end of your bed touch your ankle, a way to try to calm you down, but you practically winced at the coldness of their fingertips. You’d flinched away and leapt to the other side of the bed. You didn’t even process that a growl had left your throat until your brain had caught up with you. It was David. David. Your boyfriend. The vampire.

You stared at him, and you felt your mouth go dry. You didn’t have to take another inhale to know that it was him who smelled so wrong. His skin had been cold before, but now it felt like ice. It had almost given you freezer burn. You heard the smallest of rustles, and your eyes flicked to the doorway. It was the other three. They smelled just as bad, as unnatural, as their leader. They looked wary of you, and you realized that you had shifted into a defensive position. As if you’d jump at them the second they moved closer. You tried to relax, but every part of your being screamed at you not to. They were dangerous. They were-

Wrong. It was a weird realization. It was one that left you completely confused as they explained what happened. How you’d been attacked. The wolf had thought you’d been one of them, and had tried its best to kill you. But you weren’t one of them. It had realized that the second it’d tasted your blood. It’s why it had ran instead of finishing you off. It’s why it had turned you instead.

You stared at the four of them, and you could feel hot tears pooling in your eyes. You didn’t even know why you were crying, but, then again, you did. You didn’t know how you knew, but you knew. Vampires and werewolves were enemies. You knew it the moment you had smelled them. How your instincts had kicked in. The boys screamed danger. Your new instincts were begging you to either get away or-

“Kill us.” David had said, and you felt the tears slip down your cheeks. God, it was cruel. Crueler than anything you could ever imagine. You loved them. You looked at all of them.

Your stony-faced brunette. Your mile a minute stoner rocker. Your firecracker of a museum bust. Your quiet, charming storm. You were supposed to be one of them. Theirs forever. But, similarly to vampirism, it wasn’t reversible. You had been asleep for three days, and the transformation had already taken hold. You were a werewolf, and there was nothing any of them could do to change it.

“I want to go home.” You’d told them, and you’d watched your boys. The boys that had been so happy only a few days ago seemed more melancholy than you’d ever seen them. A smile didn’t even dare pass over Pauls face. You couldn’t stand to be near them, enwrapped in their scent. So, you’d walked home. You had worn some clothes that you’d kept at the cave, and you’d peeled them off with disgust the second you’d gotten home. You’d showered for nearly an hour, scrubbing their stench off of you. 

The boys had left you alone. At first, you couldn’t have been more relieved. Being around them had tightened your nerves up so much that it had taken days for you to relax. It had taken months for you to go see them again. You’d gone to the boardwalk and sat on your bike. You’d grown used to the change in lights. The overwhelming sounds and smells. You’d even gotten used to transforming. After the first full moon, one that you’d spent in a self-imposed cage, you’d realized that you weren’t completely mindless. The first one had been horrible, but you’d transformed five times now. It had become surprisingly easy. All you needed was a cooler full of steaks to tear into, a couch to rip apart, and some other things to smash and break. The rage had become manageable, and your eyes didn’t flash yellow whenever someone got on your nerves now. It was why you were even daring to go to the boardwalk.

You had smelled them before you saw them. When your eyes landed on them, you’d saw how their heads had all nearly snapped towards you. They could smell you too, you realized. You watched them for a moment, and then your eyes flicked to the beach. Another thing that had changed was your reflexes. You wouldn’t have to trail behind them to make sure you didn’t end up breaking your legs. You smirked, revving your engine and then descending down the stairs. They only paused for a moment, and then the vampires were following you into the dunes below. You howled into the night, and, for the briefest of moments, you didn’t care that you’d been bitten. Wrong creature or not, they were still your boys. It would just have to take some getting used to. Luckily, you had a lot of time ahead of you.

[xofanfics]

String - Part I

Prologue | Part I | Part II | Part III

Genre: angst, fluff, SMUT

Pairing: Baekhyun x Female Reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You find yourself in a friends-with-benefits situation with your best friend. You have no business falling for him, but your heart begs to differ. 

Your phone vibrated on your nightstand and Baekhyun’s picture popped up on your screen. You smiled and your heart fluttered as you raised your phone to your ear and heard Baekhyun’s sweet voice on the other end. He said, “Guess who’s back?”

You sat up in your bed with a yawn. “What time did you get in?”

“About five this morning. Did I wake you? It’s a little after seven.”

“Kind of...but it’s okay. I have to get up for work soon,” you said. “I’m glad you got back safely.”

“When am I gonna see you?”

“Are you free tonight? Let’s get tacos after work. I get out at five.”

“Taco Tuesday, huh?”

“Yeah. We have to enjoy our free time for the next week before classes start, right?”

“Yeah. I think I’m gonna take a nap. I’m so jetlagged.”

“Get some sleep. I think I’m gonna go back to sleep, too.”

“Good. See you later, cutie.”

*

You made your way to the restaurant. Situated near Times Square, you pushed past tourists and ignorant people that had no idea of the unwritten rules of walking around in New York City with a roll of your eyes. The restaurant you’d agreed on wasn’t anything fancy by any means. To be completely honest, their guacamole wasn’t good but their drink specials were better. With just a twenty dollar bill, you could have four margaritas if you wanted.

You went inside, showing the bouncer your ID before getting seated at a table. You knew it would start getting crowded soon as people started pouring in for happy hour specials.

Your phone vibrated on the table with a text from Baekhyun saying he was a block away. Your heart fluttered at the very thought of him. It had been three months since you saw him last but he’d still made time for you while he was in Korea. He still Facetimed you when he could, with the thirteen hour difference and all. He told you some things but you were excited to hear about his trip anyway. It had been a long time; three months too long since you’d seen him face-to-face. You couldn’t wait to see his face, to hear his voice, to feel his touch.

You ordered two frozen margaritas, in anticipation of Baekhyun’s arrival. You knew that he preferred them frozen and it was even better since it was so hot out today. And a few minutes after the waiter left to put in your drink order, you saw a familiar face coming through the door.

He showed the bouncer his ID before glancing around the restaurant looking for you. He didn’t find you immediately, his eyes darting from right to left, right to left. Your eyes met his a few seconds later as he made his way toward the back of the restaurant and he smiled brightly. You stood up in anticipation and he hugged you tightly, wrapping his arms around you. He’d never hugged you this hard and your heart was two seconds from exploding, with all of the pieces falling onto the dirty, wood floors of the Mexican restaurant.

“How’s my favorite girl?” he asked, pulling away with that warm smile you loved so much.

You broke out into a huge smile, one that you were sure your face was turning shades of red. “She’s good.”

He planted a sloppy kiss on your cheek before sitting down at the table. “Did you order something already?”

“Two margaritas coming right up,” you said, pointing to the waiter walking toward the table.

Baekhyun laughed as the man placed the drinks in front of you. “This is more like it. I’m glad you got frozen ones. It’s so hot outside today, I almost melted on the walk over from the train.”

You took your margarita glass and raised it up. “Cheers!”

“Cheers to the little bit of summer we have left.”

“That, too.” You took a gulp of the margarita and added, “So tell me about your trip. How was your summer in Korea?”

“It was great. It’s a beautiful place. I think you’d like it a lot. You’ve never been to Asia at all, right?”

“Nope. I want to go to a bunch of countries in Asia though. The closest to Korea I’ve been is Koreatown.”

Baekhyun scoffed. “That’s nothing. It has a similar vibe but Korea is way better. And so much cheaper. In Korea, you can get barbeque for around twelve dollars instead of paying four times that here.” He shook his head. “Food is cheaper, the streets aren’t dirty, and bubble tea is better, too. I got you a gift but I left it at home. I was halfway to the train station when I remembered.”

And with that, his story began. He talked about the foods he ate and the ones he thought you would like. He talked about the nightlife and how the party doesn’t stop until at least six in the morning, when the trains start running again. He mentioned his family and how he got to see his cousins that he hadn’t seen in years. He talked about all of the things he saw in Korea that he didn’t get to before. You watched his facial expressions while he talked. They were so pure, his dark eyes full of excitement, wonder, and awe.

“One day, I’ll take you to see Korea. I’ll show you everything.”

*

Two margaritas later, you were feeling the tequila in your core. The drinks were cheap and, surprisingly, they packed a punch. Baekhyun was feeling it too; You could tell in his eyes that he was tipsy and having a good time. His face was starting to glow a little and he was talking more loudly than usual.

You were excited to finally be with Baekhyun again; it was more than just the sex that you missed about him. You’d never felt like this with anyone. You and Baekhyun had so much chemistry. To you, he was perfect in every way. Even when he was being annoying or pissing you off your heart still fluttered the same, your knees weak.

You’d been with other guys but none of them could compare to what you had with Baekhyun. No man had ever treated you in the ways he had, even from before you’d had sex with him for the first time. As your best friend, he was always there for you and he never changed. Other guys before Baekhyun couldn’t compare. You swiped back and forth on dating apps, hoping to come across someone different but you never did.

You thought about what you said before he left, about dating officially when he got back from Korea. You were excited for him to be back. Now, you could be together for real. You had fallen hard for Baekhyun and being away from him for three whole months had been so difficult. Everyday you woke up, wishing that Baekhyun was holding you. With every passing day, you’d missed Baekhyun more and more, longing for a text from him, longing to see his Instagram stories he’d posted while you were sleeping. Now you understood how hard it was to maintain long distance relationships. Not being able to see or call Baekhyun whenever you wanted was strange. But you made it this far and, well, here he was.

Part of you wondered what he did in Korea. Did he sleep with other women? Baekhyun wasn’t the type to sleep around but he was flirty. The thought of him flirting with other women didn’t bother you. It was the thought of him touching someone else in the ways he’d touched you. It was the thought of him thrusting into someone else and making them feel good that made you feel uneasy. But Baekhyun wasn’t the kind of guy to sleep with as many women as he could; it just wasn’t in him to do it. Even with his good looks, it wasn’t in him.

You pushed those silly thoughts out of your head as the waiter brought the bill. Baekhyun took out his wallet, pulling out his credit card. “My treat.” He grabbed the check and paid for the drinks.

“Thank you.” You smiled. “Are you hungry? I’m starving.”

“I’m always hungry,” he said. “How about we get some tacos that are actually good?”

You stood up, grabbing your bag. “What about that place near school?”

“Sounds good. Let’s go,” he said, standing from his seat. He left a few dollar bills on the table and followed you out into the August heat.

Baekhyun put his arm around you as you walked to the train station, turning toward you. “I missed you. Korea would’ve been way better if you were there…”

“I missed having you around,” you said. “My other friends are great but they suck at being spontaneous. I miss our random trips around the city, even if it's two in the morning and we just wanted pancakes.”

“Well now we have plenty of time,” he said. “We should make a list of things we wanna do. And cross each thing off, one by one. Like the aquarium. Have you ever been to the aquarium? The one in Brooklyn?” You shook your head. “Yeah, let’s do that before school starts. We have a little over a week until the first day of classes.”

You said, “It’s free on Wednesdays.”

“Wednesday it is, then.”

You were excited to try new things with Baekhyun. While it was still warm out, you wanted to hang out with him as much as you could. New York is a beautiful place to be in the summer, you thought, but the winter months are hard to enjoy when the temperature drops under twenty degrees or so. But maybe this winter would be a little warmer with Baekhyun by your side.

*

His lips crashed into yours as you stepped into Baekhyun’s room. He shut the door behind him and whispered against your mouth, “God, I missed your pretty little lips…”

You smiled and pressed your lips to his. As he put his tongue in your mouth, you could taste the beer he’d had. You explored every inch of each other’s mouths as you peeled each others’ clothes off. You said, “Let’s shower…”

He smiled and followed you into the bathroom, watching your naked body from behind. He shut the door behind him as you turned the water on. When you turned around, you were met with a smirk.

You said, “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. I just haven’t seen you naked in a while.”

“Those nudes I sent you weren’t enough?”

“Nope,” he said, stepping closer to you. As the water ran, he stared at you for a moment. It had been a long three months and he was ready to devour you. He decided against giving into any animalistic urges he had, deciding that he wanted to take his time with you tonight. He wanted to give you a huge dose of what exactly you’d been missing. Your body was everything he could’ve wanted.

He caressed your face, looking into your eyes. He planted a sweet kiss on your lips and ran his fingers down your neck and to your breasts. He ran his thumb over your nipples, sending chills up your spine. His touch made you go into a frenzy. Your mind began getting overrun with images of all the dirty things you wanted to do to him at this moment. You wanted to forget the shower and fuck him right here on the bathroom floor.

As he moved down further and further to your sweet spot, you bit your lip in anticipation. But he stopped before he could touch you there and opened the shower curtain, motioning for you to get in. You pouted and got inside. Baekhyun joined you, caressing your hips from behind.

Baekhyun washed you up first, taking a little extra time down there, running his soapy fingers back and forth against your lips. You bit your lip, trying your best to keep it together. But Baekhyun knew you better than that. He knew that you were loving this and couldn’t wait to get you on your back to really make you feel good.

You washed Baekhyun up in turn, running your hands all over his body. Sometimes he let out a small sigh, especially when you were rubbing his balls. Baekhyun was impatient. He wanted you and he wanted you now.  

You’d barely dried off before Baekhyun was feeling you up, his hands going wild across your naked body. You missed this; you missed the way he always paid attention to you and how you responded.

You followed Baekhyun into his bedroom. He sat on the bed and you crawled into his lap, kissing him.

“I missed you,” you said.

“I missed you too,” he said, between kisses. He pushed you backward into the bed and got on top of you. “I missed the taste of you too. Come sit on my face.”

You smirked as you positioned yourself above Baekhyun’s face. Before you could balance yourself on the bed, Baekhyun had already grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his tongue. You held onto the wall for support. His mouth covered your lips and then he started feeling around the area with his tongue. Then he started attacking your clit roughly. He obviously didn’t forget how you liked it. He licked and lapped up every drop of wetness that leaked from your body. You moaned and body writhed as he ate you out.

Then, you got off of him and turned your attention to his rock-hard dick. You repositioned yourself above Baekhyun and you both went at it. You sucked his dick the way he liked it, nice and slow while you rubbed his balls. And he slowed down on your clit. The last thing he wanted to do was deplete you of your energy. He would tease you and drag it out until you came undone all over him.

Baekhyun pulled away and said, “You’re so ready for me.” He felt your pussy with his finger, swiping across it to feel how wet you were. With that, he flipped you over onto your back and hovered over you. You could feel how wet you were, how Baekhyun made a mess of you. He smirked and bent down to kiss you as he rolled a condom on. Within the same minute, he pushed inside of you.

Your lips parted in a low moan. You missed this feeling, this feeling of Baekhyun stretching you out and filling you up. He cursed under his breath as he began to thrust in and out of you, slowly but surely. His chest was against yours, his head in your neck. He planted a few kisses on your neck between heavy breaths. A few moments later, after teasing you with slow thrusts, he began to pick up the pace with short, deep strokes.

To be honest, Baekhyun was close. He knew that if he’d started pounding you from the first thrust, he’d come in ten seconds. So, he kept it cool and thrusted slowly. Plus, he wanted you to get off as well. And with women, he knew that perfect timing was the key to a clitoral orgasm. He thrusted again, sure to rub his body up against your clit. By now, he knew that this was one of your weaknesses and he could tell with the way you were moaning from underneath him.

He could feel your body shaking from underneath him and the scratches you were leaving across his back. He couldn’t see your face from this angle but he had an idea. He pictured this in his head as he thrusted into you.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

He turned to give you a kiss on your neck. “You feel so fucking good...”

Baekhyun lifted himself up, leaving you on your back. Then he lifted both of your legs up and over his shoulder. He started pounding you, sending you into a frenzy of moans. You let out a string of obscenities as he thrust into you harder. Baekhyun knew you were close; he started rubbing your clit. Your moans got louder, to the point where he thought that maybe his roommates would be able to hear. He didn’t care. All he needed was for you to come.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come Baekhyun…”

“Good,” he said, rubbing your clit even harder with his thumb. “Come for me.”

You were just a few seconds from losing yourself. You were blinded by pleasure as he thrusted and rubbed your clit at the same time. It had been so long since you came like this, being away from each other for three months. You held onto his arm as he pounded you and rubbed your clit like crazy. You were biting your lip to stop yourself from screaming out too loudly.

Baekhyun said, “Let’s come together baby.” He was watching your tits bounce as he was pounding you and the sight was starting to become too much for him.

At his prompt, you started coming. And Baekhyun knew this. You became a mess of moans and squeals as you came. Baekhyun followed, collapsing on top of you after a final, guttural groan.

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing. Baekhyun gave you a kiss before pulling out of you. The condom was filled with Baekhyun’s seed. He let out a laugh. “Wow, this is what happens when you go three months without sex, huh?”

You smiled and sat up in the bed as Baekhyun put the condom in the garbage. He disappeared into the closest and came back with a stuffed plush cat. “I got you this in Korea.”

“Aw,” you said, taking it from him. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course. I wasn’t going to come back from Korea without a gift for my best friend.”

You got up to put on one of Baekhyun’s T-shirts. Baekhyun bit his lips as he saw you change. He loved to see you in his clothes. You joined him in the bed. You held the plushie, putting it in between you and Baekhyun. He chuckled. “So now I have to cuddle the cat too?”

“Yep,” you said, rolling over onto your side. And with that, Baekhyun took the plushie and tossed it to the other side of the room.

“Hey!”

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.2

Q & A… or more like Q & more Q

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)    x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 3050

Summary: Team Free Will (Dean, Sam and Cas) try to explain the situation and they are not all that great at it. Your amnesia isn’t exactly helping; the words tattooed on your body might.

Warnings: swearing, mention of death, mention of blood, amnesia, Team Free Will being themselves

The briefest guide to SPN characters of Team Free Will (at the end of the post)

Story masterlist

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An ominous silence fell on the motel room for what felt like minutes. The woman was watching them with a mixture of emotions so complicated it was hard to identify them all; but there sure was fear, confusion and hope to be waking up from whatever insane dream this was.

To be fair, Sam wished for the same thing.

Neither of them had such luck.

He blinked several times, but the image remained the same. Wonderful.

“Oh. So we have a Jane Doe,” Dean stated with a sarcastic smile. “With amnesia. That’s… really great, Cas. Thanks for that.”

Both Sam and Castiel shot him a look of disapproval.

“Who are you? Why… why do I look like I’m wearing your clothes?” her trembling voice asked, her gaze shifting from one man to another.

“Cause you are wearing mine,“ Dean hummed proudly and Sam was just so done with the company he kept.

“And why can’t I… why can’t I remember anything?” she sobbed, watching them with terrified and absolutely perplexed eyes.

Sam decided to speak up before any of his tactless companions could. “We don’t know. But I promise you, we’ll do everything to help you.”

“You were… you were soaked in blood,” she choked out, her whole body shaking. Sam grimaced. Well, that… yeah, he imagined that freaked her out even more and he couldn’t blame her. Amnesia, supernatural powers on display, their pathetic explanations… “And he just… snapped his fingers and-“

“Yeah. The truth is, we didn’t quite find you on a side of the road and we’ll get to that. It’s hard to explain and I know this must be so much to wrap your head around, but like I said. We want to help you,” Sam whispered in earnest, holding her gaze and adding what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

“Are you… aliens?” she breathed out sheepishly, but lost the deadly grip on the covers that had been keeping her knuckles white.

Dean snorted, while Castiel simply answered her. “No. They’re humans. I’m an angel of the Lord.”

Sam hid his face in his palms and let out a silent whine.

“Are you guys crazy?” she continued her questions, eyeing them warily. Sam could tell she had no idea what to think. She had seen Castiel’s powers already. “Or are you messing with me? Am I drugged? I should probably just go-”

“You have no ID, no wallet, no memory and your face looks like you ran away from a costume party for firemen. I don’t think you should be going anywhere, sweetcheeks,” Dean deadpanned, causing the woman to inhale sharply, but not to respond as she realized she had been delivered the harsh truth.

Well, if Dean decided to be the ass of the three of them it looked like Sam had to be the nice guy; just like most of the time after all.

“Are you hungry? We can order something. And you can take a shower-“

“I could just-“ Castiel interrupted and Sam cut him off with a pointed look.

“You can take a shower. I’ll get you a clean towel, alright? And… clean clothes,” Sam hurried, reaching for something from his own-

“Dude. You have a sasquatch size. Just grab something mine… again.”

Alright, that was a good point; maybe they should have thought it through in the first place, cleaning her up with Cas powers as well before dressing her up. Well. Too late.

Sam smiled at the woman apologetically and she unsurely tried to reciprocate the gesture – it came out looking more like a grimace really, but he appreciated the effort and trust.

“You’re… you’re not gonna hurt me, are you?” she asked in weak voice, cautiously climbing from the bed.

“Don’t worry, Fire Princess,” Dean grinned at her, adding a wink and she hesitantly smiled back.

“What…? Please, don’t call me that… or that,” she murmured and Dean rolled her eyes.

“What do we call you then? Until we figure it out?” Castiel inquired gently.

“I’ll… think about it. But… I think I’d like Natasha. I don’t think it’s my name, but… I like it,” she admitted sheepishly and Sam nodded, handing her a pile of clothes and a towel with a spare toothbrush.

“Natasha it is.”

The moment the door clicked behind her, Sam sat down on the bed heavily.

“What are we gonna do?”

“I’d say drop her on the nearest police station, but…” Dean started, only for Castiel to finish.

“…I brought her back from death. I was told to bring her here and take care of her for a reason.”

Dean just pointed a finger at him, smirking as if he wanted to say ‘exactly’.

“And what the reason might be?” Sam asked, not expecting an answer at all. They never got the answers they wanted.

“I don’t know. But…”

“But? Cas?”

Castiel frowned, staring in the direction of the bathroom as if he could see through, watching the woman and hoping to figure her out. The shower started running and Castiel’s gaze shifted back to Sam and Dean.

“But she has a soulmark.”

“A what now?” Dean asked, his forehead crinkled in confusion.

“She has a soulmate?” Sam blurted out, pleasantly surprised for multiple reasons.

That could be a great clue! And also a bummer, because there was someone out there, who had lost their soulmate to what could be a house fire. Sam always liked the idea of the soul bond, rather wounded he didn’t have a soulmate himself. Seeing what he did for living though, it was probably for the best.

“I thought soulmates were just a fairy tale,” Dean exclaimed, dubious. “You’re telling me it’s a thing? Because cupids aren’t enough?”

“Pretty common, actually,” Sam sassed him, remembering the one time they had encountered with a cupid… and Dean punched him in his face. Good times.

“Can you use the mark to find her soulmate?” Sam queried, hopeful.

When Castiel sighed in response, the brothers got their answer.

“I can’t, unfortunately.”

“Of course it doesn’t work like that,” Dean muttered under his breath, falling backwards into his own bed. Right. Beds. There were only two. Shit. The couch in the room was tiny. Plus, she might not be comfortable sleeping in the same room as them – not that she would get a choice. God, Sam just wanted to sleep.

“We’ll figure it out,” Sam groaned, running his hand down his face. “In the morning.”

“You think she’s gonna sleep?”  Dean questioned, making space between his feet to see Sam when he raised his head.

“Doubt it, actually. We should prepare for the ‘monsters are real’ talk.”

Dean whined.

“If don’t want to do it, I can-“

“No!” the brothers cried out in unison, causing Castiel to flinch.

“But... you should stay here for it. ‘Cause angels? Good impression. Ever when they can be dicks…” Dean added and Sam rolled his eyes, the corners of his lips twitching. “Hey, can’t you search her mind or something? That would be helpful!”

“I can try,” Castiel replied in mild voice. Sam didn’t believe it could be so easy, but hey, there was usually no harm in trying, right? “Even though I doubt it will work either.”

“Yeah, because that would be too easy.”

“We’ll see,” Sam breathed out, lost in thoughts. Soulmates. What a case. “We need to not to break her trust first.”

“Looking forward to it,” Dean remarked sarcastically as he went to the fridge for a beer and Sam couldn’t quite blame him.

Yeah, he did too.

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She took her time with cleaning up – not that Sam could blame her. He was confident she was also trying to reconcile with what she had learned so far and mostly with what she hadn’t. They all had been there, having their brain scrambled in some way and they knew it wasn’t exactly walk in a park.

While Dean and Castiel went hunting for food, Sam busied himself with searching information on soulmates so he wouldn’t fall asleep. They had never encountered such thing before, which was about as convenient as surprising; after all, soulmates weren’t that rare. He even tried to look into some websites that claimed to be able to find one’s soulmate when being told their words. Hell, Sam even started considering finding one of those dubious forums in which people posted ideas about their other half’s expected words based on the ones they had on their skin.

Of course, they didn’t know Natasha’s words yet.

She emerged from the bathroom, steam following her. Her hair was dripping wet, her figure swimming in Dean’s clothes. Sam attempted not to think about the lack of undergarment; they would have to go shopping. A lot.

The woman smiled at him reluctantly, the gesture not quite reaching her red-rimmed eyes. Sam’s heart clenched; she had been crying in the shower.

“I’m sorry if I took too long,” she murmured, her voice weak.

Sam just shook his head, returning the smile. “That’s fine. How do you feel?”

‘Natasha’ gave an uncertain shrug. “Better than before the shower. I… uhm, I found out I have tattoos. Do you think it might be helpful?”

Before Sam could process her words, Dean and Castiel returned with the groceries.

“Hey. How we’re doing? Magically remembered everything? Please tell me you did…” Dean hummed, clearly not serious. Sam shot him a withering look and he grinned in return. “No? Sorry, just had to make sure…”

Castiel put the plastic bags down, meeting Natasha’s gaze. “We weren’t sure about what you’d like… we have both, the good stuff as Dean calls it and ‘rabbit food’.”

Sam rolled his eyes, not at all surprised at the woman’s confused gaze.

“He means fruit and vegetables.”

“Oh. Thank you. I… I’m not sure either,” she admitted with a sigh, her eyes getting glassy.

Sam quickly cleared his throat, hoping to stop the waterfalls before they could start. “What were you saying before?”

“Uh, the tattoos, yes. I have them on my collarbones, one at each,” she explained, unbuttoning the upper part of the plaid shirt, enough to be able to show them and stay decent at the same time.

Sam’s mind raced as he exchanged looks with the other men. Two soulmarks then? What exactly that meant? Why couldn’t simply have an easy case for once?

Oblivious to their inner mussing, Natasha carefully pulled at the collar, revealing a set of crossed out words. The line over them surprised Sam the most as he reluctantly came closer to read the words.

“But I really am 95,” Sam read out loud, perplexed. Well. He turned to Dean and Cas before looking at Natasha. “Ideas? Anyone?”

“We might have a case of gerontophilia at our hands,” Castiel offered flatly and Sam grimaced. Please let him be wrong. “Or it could mean anything else. A hotel room number, a locker room number, order number in a fast food. Literally anything.”

Sam internally whined in frustration; he couldn’t tell which option he liked better. The one that she had been with someone that old or that this was zero clue.

Natasha sighed and showed Sam the other mark. “I hate dreams like this. Huh.”

“Cause that’s really telling,” Dean stated sarcastically, opening another bottle of beer.

“Why would I have tattoos like these?”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up. She didn’t know about soulmates either.

“It’s not a tattoo, not really. You were born with these – or people who have them usually are,” Sam explained, distancing himself to left her some personal space. It gave him a perfect view of her confused frown.

“I don’t understand.”

“The lines you have written on your body – they are called soulmarks. These are the first words your soulmate told you – or will tell you,” Castiel interjected softly and Natasha’s lips parted.

Sam gulped when her eyes went wide. Did she understand what it meant? Did she have any clue what was the meaning of the word ‘soulmate’ in the first place?

“Soulmates are real?!” she breathed out, astounded. “Like… someone perfect for each of us, but… actually real? These words will help me find them? That’s…” she chuckled incredulously, not noticing their stares. So she did have an idea of what a soulmate meant. “Why do I have two? Why is this one… crossed out?”

“Well, not to be a party pooper, but I’d blame dying, that might be it,” Dean suggested bluntly and Sam mentally rolled his eyes.

Sure, Dean, why beat around the bush…

“Oh?” her face visibly saddened, but then she revealed her uncrossed words. “So why do I have this one? Does that�� does that mean that I have… another soulmate? Is that even possible?”

“Or you could meet your original one, supposedly for the first time, since you don’t remember… can I see both of those at once?” Sam scooted closer again, intrigued.

He squinted at the marks. It might have been only a wishful thinking, but… the handwriting looked similar.

“It looks like it’s written by one person,” the younger hunter stated, casting a questioning gaze towards Castiel. “What do you think?”

“Well, it is… unusual for a person to have two soulmates. It is not unheard of, but I only saw it few times in thousands of years of my existence, so it might be just another of their first meetings. Just like Sam said, if you don’t remember them…”

Natasha’s brows furrowed. “Firstly – is that my soulmate’s handwriting? That’s so freaking cool. Secondly… you’re that old? I mean… thousands of years?”

“Well, I am an angel,” Castiel reminded her with a gentle smile and she just shook her head, incredulous.

“Says the girl who has ‘But I’m really 95’ on her,” Dean teased her, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I don’t think I’d be with someone who is-“

The thought struck Sam with a force of a train.

“Maybe they’re not human? I mean, that would explain why you were told to bring her back, right? This might be important-”

“What do you mean that they’re not human? Like an angel then? And bring me back? Bring me back from where?” Natasha took a step back, watching them with sudden wariness.  

“Oh, there are many different unhuman things alright.”

“…the death,” said Castiel at the same time and Sam seriously considered having them signed up for some course in communication. How about breaking things to her slowly?!

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’ve been dead, Natasha. I’ve been tasked to bring your soul back from Heaven,” Castiel continued, oblivious to Sam’s exasperation, but at least his voice sounded more… patient. “And we don’t know why.”

“Until now. This might be a thing,” Sam added with a sigh, watching her squirm uncomfortably as she buttoned up the shirt again, looking as if she wished for the fabric to hide all of her.

“I… I was… dead? In… in H-heaven?”

“Yeah,” Sam confirmed, closely inspecting her reaction just in case she was about to a) run away or b) pass out. “We think you died in a house fire or something of that sort.”

Her face suddenly lacked colour so laboriously earned in the hot shower. Her voice was dull, emotionless. “That’s why I was… dirty.”

“And naked.”

“Dean…” Sam scolded him tiredly and his brother shrugged innocently.

“What? She was!”

Luckily – or unfortunately – Natasha chose to ignore the additional information. “I was dead?”

“Hey, that’s okay. It happens. I was dead too,” Dean informed her swiftly, causing her eyes to bulge, and not caring for boundaries he made her way to her and patted her shoulder. She didn’t even flinch when he touched her.

Apparently, openness worked as much as Sam’s lets-break-it-to-her-slowly approach. Huh. Who would have thought…. perhaps it was the combination. There was a reason they always played the good cop-bad cop combo.

“What?! Really?”

“Actually… so was Sam,” Dean pointed at the younger brother, unfazed. “But I made a deal with a demon, which caused me to die and go to Hell, literally, but Cas brought my soul back, much like he did with yours-“

“I was dead too at some point,” Castiel supplied helpfully.

That had the woman finally freeze, blank stare her only reaction. Sam threw his hands in the air. “Really, guys?”

“I’m afraid we broke her.”

“No kidding.“ Sam shot both Castiel and Dean a murderous glare before shifting his attention back to the woman. “Hey, Natasha, you okay? I know this is a lot to take in-“

“Everyone in this room was dead at some point?!” she yelped, her voice unnaturally high-pitched, making everyone flinch. Sam worried his bottom lip with his teeth, dreading her reaction.

“…yeah. The world is a much stranger place then you were led to believe.”

“Not that I remember much from that…” she huffed, sitting down to a couch heavily.

“Yeah, about that. We thought Castiel could try a thing,” Sam remembered, smiling reassuringly when Natasha eyed the angel warily.

“A… a thing?”

“I’d like to try and look inside your mind,” Castiel explained, slowly approaching her, the coat dancing around his feet. “To see if I can do anything about the amnesia or at least find a clue that would lead us to someone who knew you.”

Natasha opened her mouth, no sound coming out for a while. Then she shook her head as if she was trying to get rid of some annoying thought.

“O-okay. I guess… it’s not gonna kill me again, is it?” she joked, her voice too anxious for anyone to actually laugh.

“No. Believe me, if I meet an obstacle and the only way of overcoming it would mean hurting you, I’ll stop. You can trust me, Natasha. I have no reason to cause you any harm.”

Sam was impressed; that was a good speech. Wow. Dean had been right. Angels = good impressions

“Okay. I trust you, Castiel. Do your… thing.”

Cas nodded and smiled at her briefly before placing his hands to hover next to her temples. She automatically closed her eyes with a deep inhale.

“Alright. Tell me if anything hurts…”

The familiar glow of angel grace wrapped her scalp. The brothers held their breath, eyes flickering between the angel and the woman.

Natasha’s features hardened, but she didn’t let out a sound. If she was in pain, it was either bearable or paralysing. Sam really hoped for the first option.

It didn’t even take a minute. Castiel’s hands fell to his sides and he stepped back, his lips in a frustrated line.

“Nothing?” Dean wanted to know, but they all both had a hunch that the question was rhetorical. The answer was written all over Castiel’s face.

The angel only shook his head. “No. Nothing.”

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Part 3

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I’m having fun... are you? ;) Thank you for reading!

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[elonscult]

The Awakening - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Sabrina managed to put herself together before coming out of the bathroom, she and Elon were supposed to be leaving soon. He had left to say goodbye to some people and they were going to meet at the door in approximately 10 minutes.

She walked out towards the entrance of the house, catching a glimpse of Alec before opening the door. The tall blonde blue-eyed man approached her.

“You’re leaving?” he asked “I thought we were leaving together later”

“Yeah, I.. uhm, Elon’s taking me home” Sabrina said.

Alec’s eyes widened and a smirked formed on his face.

“I see” he said.

“Shut up” Sabrina said rolling her eyes and smiling at her old friend. “I’ll call you tomorrow”.

Outside, Elon was waiting patiently in his car, anxious to see her again. When Sabrina walked through the door he was already in front of it.

“Hey” she said getting in the car.

Elon smiled at her and then they looked at each other as if they had the world’s oldest most precious secret.

The ride to Sabrina’s place was silent. He could feel her breathing, feel the racing of her heart.

As they got out of his car, he walked ahead of her and took her hand. He drew back for a moment and stared down at her. Sabrina met his gaze steadily, In the moonlight her hazel eyes could have been black.

“Do you mind if we catch up tomorrow?” Sabrina asked before they could get inside.

Elon stopped and reached for her hand. He felt confused, wondering if she was doubting the feelings she had confessed earlier at the party, worried that Sabrina was regretting what happened.

She squeezed his hand lovingly reassuring him, almost like if she could read his mind.

Elon leaned in and kissed her forehead, then he gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

“I’ll come by tomorrow” he said.

Sabrina smiled and nodded. She knew she needed time to process what happened today. Chemistry was never their problem  but she knew there were other factors to the relationship, other people to consider, uncomfortable conversations they needed to have. But they were together now, and that gave her the comfort she needed to sleep peacefully through the night, knowing they could face any obstacle if they had each other.

Elon arrived early the next day, wearing his usual all black outfit and bringing some breakfast along, when he walked into Sabrina’s house, she was already awake and taking a shower.

Elon wandered through her house, a big Bel air Spanish house that she was very proud of buying on her own. He stopped to look at one of the pictures in the wall, it was an 8 year old Sabrina riding a bike, he smiled, imagining a child of the two of them together.

“Sorry I took so long” she said smiling, almost running down the stairs to finally throw herself into his arms. She gave him a kiss. “Missed you”

“Missed you too” he answered.

Sabrina was wearing jeans with a black tube top and some long gold earrings that Elon followed with his eyes as they moved, unconsciously leading his gaze to her neck. His thoughts were all over the place.

Sabrina smiled. They were now sitting at the table eating breakfast.

“Here” Elon said, offering her a piece of pancake with his fork.

Sabrina opened her mouth but instead of giving her food he took advantage of the circumstances and pulled her in for a kiss.

Dear god! A tongue like that should be immortalized with a monument or someone should find a way to preserve it for posterity. And those lips.. Sabrina didn’t want to stop and think about those lips and what they were capable of doing.

Elon placed his hand on her waist bringing her closer to his hips, in the exact spot where his jeans were feeling tight.

Sabrina felt how Elon was getting tense and his breathing was starting to get fast. They were getting carried away, and she feared that if they didn’t stop in that moment none of them was going to be able to stop later.

Even if she wasn’t happy about distancing herself from him, she softly pushed him away, freeing herself from his hands.

“Get it together” Sabrina said, teasing him and going back to her seat.

“It would be easier to behave if you weren’t so damn desirable” Elon said.

“Shut up” she said.

Fascinated by the harmony in his movements, Sabrina stared at Elon as he took a bite of some fruit.  The idea of locking him in her bedroom for a whole month was starting to feel tempting.

Elon’s phone ringing took her out of her thoughts. He looked irritated as he looked at the caller ID.

“I have to take this” Elon said standing up and walking into the other room.

Sabrina also stood up and cleaned up the empty plates while she waited for him to come back.

“You’re ready to go?” he finally said.

“Sure”

Something was wrong. Sabrina could tell just by looking at him. He was driving but his mind seemed to be somewhere else away from his body.

She had tried several times to make him talk but he was just quiet. Sabrina thought about the call he received earlier, maybe it was that.

He parked in a public parking lot near the beach. Sabrina was unsure of where she was but she didn’t pay much attention to it.

“Wow, it’s really hot out here” she said as she got out of the car, feeling the dense hot air in her face.

She looked at Elon who looked really dashing with his black aviator shades on, a thin layer of sweat covered his skin.

“Is it too hot for you?” Sabrina asked him.

“I’m not gonna die if that’s what you’re asking” he answered almost like if he was too tired to speak.

“A little irritated, aren’t we?

“Sorry” Elon apologized grabbing her hand and then walking towards the exit of the parking lot. “I’m taking it out on you, it’s just work stuff”

“It’s okay” Sabrina said, her big eyes trying to find some kind of expression on Elon’s face. “If you have to go I understand”

“Don’t worry” he kissed her hand and continued walking. “So, we’re going to the aquarium, thought you might enjoy that”

Elon remained in silence as they bought the tickets and got into the building, he didn’t say a word until they were standing below the subaquatic tunnels that allowed them to see the different species in their natural habitat.

“Amazing” he babbled when a huge shark swam just over their heads. He had a childish expression and the light that shined in his eyes warmed Sabrina’s heart.

Suddenly, Sabrina’s phone started ringing. She took it out to see it was a call from her office.

“Hey, Ms. Vanderbilt” It was Mary, her assistant “I’m here at the office and someone broke in last night” she said.

“What?Why? Who would do that”

Sabrina caught Elon’s curious gaze. She offered him a smile and kept listening to Mary.

“No idea, the police is already here looking for clues and fingerprints. For what I’ve seen they didn’t take anything important, did you have anything valuable here?” Mary said.

“Just my computer” said Sabrina.

“Its still here, anything else?”

“No, I never leave anything important” Sabrina answered.

“Wait, the police officer wants to talk to you”

Sabrina waited until she heard the masculine voice.

“Ms. Vanderbilt?”

“That’s me”

“I’m officer Jones. It looks like they took your agenda and some files. Do you have any idea of who would be interested in that?” he said.

“Not really, do you need me to go over there?” Sabrina asked.

“No, no. We’re looking for prints but if you think of someone please let us know” Then, he gave the phone back to Mary.

“Do you want me to go?”Sabrina asked again.

“No, there’s nothing you can do. Really, it’s kind of boring” she said.

“Right, call me if anything happens”

Sabrina placed her phone in her back pocket again.

“Everything okay?” Elon asked.

“Someone broke into my office last night”

He frowned.

“What for?”

“No idea” Sabrina paused for a moment making Elon’s frown intensify while she thought about the possible cause. “I can’t imagine why someone would want my agenda or any of the files I have there. It’s really weird”

“Do we have to leave?”

She shook her head.

“It’s not needed”

Sabrina let Elon guide her through the different aquariums while he read to her the descriptions that explained details about the different animals.

God! How much she liked to hear the sound of his voice while he read. There was something so relaxing in Elon’s voice. He took one of his arms around her shoulder while they walked and she rested her head on him for a moment.

The sweet gesture caught him off guard and managed to debilitate him. Elon realized he spent hours wanting to feel the sweet touch of her body, he thought about how much better it would feel if they were naked right now.

When Sabrina smiled at him his heart began to race uncontrollably. She had something that made him feel things he never felt before. But deep inside he knew what it was, she saw the real him, beyond his appearance or wealth. She saw his soul. Could a woman so wonderful and compassionate like her care about some guy like him?

Sabrina stopped to read another inscription. Elon hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder, observing the animals swimming. The smell of his skin invaded Sabrina’s senses and she wished they were back at her place, where she could take his clothes off.

She wasn’t able to remember when was the last time that she desired someone as much as she desired Elon. In fact, she didn’t think it was possible that it had occurred before. She wished to feel him on top of her again, filling her completely.

Sabrina was terrified, he had a place in her heart that would destroy her if he ever left again.

Back at Elon’s place they spent the day in peaceful solitude and when the night came they sat in front of the couch over some pillows. Sabrina rested her head in Elon’s shoulder as he talked to her about some project he was working on. She was doing everything she could to hold herself and not turn around and explore every inch of his body with her mouth.

But Elon was still in a dark mood, ever since that call he received earlier.

“Tell me what’s bothering you” Sabrina said, sitting down correctly on the couch.

He looked away for a moment, contemplating if he really should tell her.

“It was Camille on the phone earlier” he sighed.

“Okay” Sabrina said urging him to continue.

“Nothing relevant, something about a signature for the divorce” He said.

“Is this about money? How much is she getting this time”

“No, she’s not getting anything. She cheated on me” Elon said darkly.

Elon’s answer took Sabrina by surprise, suddenly making her feel sad.

“I’m sorry” she finally said. “You didn’t deserve that”

Elon’s gaze finally met hers.

“Don’t worry, babe. It’s in the past now”

But she knew better, he was hurt. And as much as she would’ve liked to pretend that his whole relationship with his ex wife didn’t happen she knew he loved her at some point in time.

Sabrina carefully sat on his lap facing him, with her legs on each side of him. For once, he kept his hands still on her waist and only touched her with his lips, placing them on her own. It didn’t matter, Sabrina’s head began to spin anyway.

How could his ex wife had chosen another man? How could anyone reject him? He was heaven on earth.

Elon deepened the kiss, exploring Sabrina’s mouth with his tongue. Sabrina felt the beating of his heart while he got closer and closer and his muscles surrounded her.

She had never been so conscious about the presence of other human being. He took her to the limit, made her feel sensations that didn’t know existed.

Elon pulled away to look at Sabrina, making her skin crawl.

“I have urging desires to be inside of you, Sabrina” he mumbled “I want to feel your legs around me, your body beneath me, hear you moan while I make love to you slowly. I want your scent to be forever impregnated in my body.”

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Sorry for taking so long to post this! And for ending it like that hahah I promise next chapter will be more interesting,  will try to upload on thursday:) Thanks for reading!

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missin’ you | hong joshua

↬ synopsis: long distance relationships aren’t easy, especially when other people are telling you that it’s not a good idea. but taking the chance and leap of faith may just change your life forever.

↬ genre: fluff, a lil angst, long distance, light skinned!reader

↬ requested? yee

song: officially missing you by tamia

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“can you just stay? just hide away here with me and just never leave?”

joshua chuckled and lifted his head from your chest, “we can waste away in this bed for the rest of our lives, tangled up in these expensive sheets and talk nonsense forever. does that sound like a plan?”

“don’t play with me josh,messing with my feelings and shit,” you grumbled rolling over with him so this time you were on him, face buried in the crook of his neck. he smelled good, fresh out of the shower and wearing the cologne you bought him. his arms wrapped around you so tight and warm, you wanted to stay in that position forever.

but you both knew very well that he was going to have to leave. fly all the way across the world just to be joshua the idol instead of joshua your boyfriend, your love, your everything.

you knew when you got together that it wasn’t going to be easy, especially when your career required you to be in your home country which left your time actually being with him so rare.

joshua slid his hands underneath the old t-shirt you were wearing, the exposed light brown skin rising up in goosebumps at the contact with the cool air. he traced patterns to relax you, his eyes watching the way your eyelashes brushed against your cheeks, the curve of your plump lips that were always so kissable and sweet.

joshua was never one to admit how crazy he went every time he had to leave you, how he’d rather spend his last night just soaking in all your features than anything else. but this time in particular, he really meant what he said when he wished to lay with you forever. his world tour was starting soon, leaving him on the road for almost three months. 13 weeks, 92 days,2190 hours, all without you. his baby, his world.

feeling your lips press against his neck took him out of his thoughts. “what are you thinking about love?”

he gripped your sides, inciting a giggle out of you, making you straddle his waist as he sat up. “I was thinking about you and how fine you are.”

snorting, you rested your forearms on his shoulders,”you better have been.”

his jaw dropped and he popped your butt only to make you laugh even from the slight sting.

“hey don’t be getting all big headed on me now, none of that.”

“says the drama queen himself.”

joshua scrunched up his face at you and you mocked his expression before pressing multiple pecks to his lips until he was smiling at you and kissing you back.

“I gonna miss my baby!” he yelled tackling you down to the bed, the springs groaning under the weight.

you accepted his embrace, letting him lay his head in the crook of your neck. you kissed his cheek loudly and continued to rub his back,”im gonna miss you too.”

..

“wow it’s been a minute since we’ve seen joshua around.” your friend nessa noted as she slumped down on your couch.

you kicked off your shoes and huffed,”the tour will be over in a month or so and then he’ll be home, and you can annoy him all you want.”

she laughed,”oh yeah can’t wait for that but like, do y’all still talk every day? or what? you never talk about homeboy.”

you sat beside her, placing your phone on the coffee table.“I mean - we talk when he can? he’s really busy right now so it’s been rough.”

“and you’re okay with that? just only talking when he has time?” she asked in disbelief and you shrugged, not particularly liking where the conversation was going.

“his schedule is way more rigorous than mine and he’s still making an effort so yeah.” you responded lowly, suddenly interested in a lose string on your jeans.

nessa hummed,”alright boo, whatever works for you. I know I couldn’t do it.”

she leaned forward and grabbed the remote, turning on the tv,” so what should we watch?”

“as long as it’s not riverdale again, you decide.”

nessa happily started scrolling for a show but you found yourself looking at your blank phone. you didn’t want to tell her it had been almost a week since you had a full conversation with him and you knew what she would say.

you wanted stay confident in him, that it was just work and that he was still always thinking of you but your doubts were setting in slowly.

after nessa left that night, you were in bed scrolling on your phone. you were sad to see he had been updating on seventeen’s Instagram page but couldn’t even send you a text.

you clicked out of the app and was about to dial his number when his caller id came up for FaceTime. you sat up and turned on your nightstand lamp, letting some light illuminate you before you answered the call.

joshua was laying down on a hotel pillow, one eye open looking at the camera. you couldn’t help but smile just seeing his face, even if you could tell he was exhausted.

“baby,”he cooed and sat up, letting you see his damp hair fall into his eyes and that he wasn’t wearing a shirt to show he had noticeably toned up.

“oh now you want to talk to me,” you tease making him groan,”I’m sorry okay, but on a real note I haven’t even had time to be on my phone, I swear.”

he narrowed his eyes at you, noticing the slight frown on your face.“are you doing okay?”

you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t want to fight or argue, not when your time was so limited and precious. but also you wanted to call him out for basically ignoring you.

“is he even worth it?” the question rang through your mind harshly, making you visibly grimace. joshua made a face at you through the screen, a smile threatening to appear.

“I’ll take this time to ask you just what in the hell that was.”

you giggled shaking your head, snuggling back deeper into your mountain of pillows,”you know those times when you remember something so bad or just cringey you visibly cringe? yeah something like that.”

joshua grinned,”it just be like that sometimes,”

“oh my lord stop saying that! the next time you come back, you’re not hanging out with nessa or alicia for no longer than five minutes.”

“what? they are so funny though! plus they be telling me all this bad shit about you.”

you pressed two fingers to your temple,“hell no, like what?”

“nun’ ya business, just know the next time you fall asleep on me, I have blackmail material.”

“you think you slick? try me josh if you want to.”

joshua smiled proudly,”stop being so sassy, I’m just messin’ with you.”

“aren’t you always? you know one day somebody is gonna ask me why I’m with you cause you always be messin’ around and -“

“and you’re gonna say because he’s my big baby that I love so so much and I cannot see another day without him.” he said in a sing-songy voice making you gag.

“and I’ll be looking like boo boo the fool saying all that.”

“baby,” he whined flapping around on the bed and getting all loud making you laugh,”okay okay chill out over there, the boys are gonna think something’s wrong with you.”

“there is something wrong with me though: my girlfriend refuses to admit how much she actually adores me.”

“oh my gosh joshua I try to tell you every day I love you so much,isn’t that enough?” you say through a smile and he shook his head childishly,”I’m so far away, I need more than that.”

“yeah you are far which means you know if I say it all the time it just loses value and there’s less to give when you come home.”

joshua frowned, leaning his head on his hand. “okay fine but can I hear it just one more time tonight?”

you looked him in the eye, the only boy you’ve ever truly loved and said,”I love you so so much and I miss you a lot.”

“I love you more,” he teased “so much more that I maybe called you tonight only to tell you I talked our manager into letting you come visit me for a while.”

you gasped,“josh you did not!”

“I did, it’s partially why I ghosted you for a week.”

“yeah don’t do that shit anymore.”you said quickly serious and he chuckled,”sorry about that.”

“But I have school and work and the guys and I aren’t really close and-“

“babe, they are dying to meet you, we can work out school and work because I’m sure if you tell them it’s your only chance to see your true love they’ll just have to let you go.”

you giggled,”oh my god that’s the worst excuse but I’ll use that.”

“you better now blow me some kisses before I literally fall asleep.”

you blew him kiss after kiss and he caught every single one, pressing them all to his face. “wow now I can’t wait until the real thing.”

“yeah,”you started, “me neither.”

that question ran through your head again, if he was worthy. if all the waiting and short calls, was it enough? of course it wasn’t enough, you wanted his time all the time but even with the little time you have, he was constantly reminding you that he loved you, he was down for you and cared for you.

so yeah, you missed him but he was worth every second.

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out of my league // t.h — 04

Pairing: Tom Holland x Critic! Reader [I use female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; eventual fluff; angst; hurt/comfort; a little bit of cliche because come on.

A/N: Alright, for those of you who aren’t Star Wars fans, I apologize in advance. I know it’s not very reader-centric if I add in details about myself as the reader. You can choose any celebrity instead of Mark Hamill who’s mentioned here (I am such a fan, it makes me cry I just can’t). Apologies are in order~ Also, if you want me to add you to the series taglist, just drop a note or comment! ^^

Word count: 3253 (Yes, it’s a bit long this one, haha)

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Fortunately for (y/n), days were passing by quite fast. It was almost dinnertime on that Sunday night when she realized that her week off was over, now she had to head back to work; nonetheless, working on the desk won’t be too much fun. She’d have to edit articles, pass them over, copy edit them once they were rechecked by the writer, and then send them over once again. She would have no time for herself, this she was prepared for, and perhaps, she could get her mind off the hate that swarmed her way by burying herself in her work.

    (y/n) wasn’t too much of a workaholic, but she could definitely aim to be one during times of distress. Work had never been too much of a problem for her, and when things got too overwhelming on the outside, (y/n) would work a wall of paperwork around her to prevent anything from getting inside. Some would call this destructive, but human beings were a force of nature; moving toward tendencies of self-destruction like adding sugar to your tea. We cope this way, some of us, not knowing or not wanting to cope in a healthier way. For the healthy way required effort and courage, and with growing times, humans were starting to lack either of them.

It wasn’t that (y/n) was a coward. Anxieties fuelled her actions, obsessive thoughts kept her company at night, and ever since becoming an adult, one revelation after another led her to believe that this was not just hard but impossible; a destiny she never chose, but had no other choice but to embrace. Human beings were inherently alone, and that was alright. It was the loneliness that caused problems.

    “Susannah’s going to go easy on me, for sure,” She spoke to herself, as she took a spoonful of the mac and cheese she made for herself. “I can’t have that.”

Whenever (y/n) closed her eyes, she saw it. She saw those two girls calling her a slut and demanding an apology from her end. I won’t apologize for doing my job, her resolve was slowly weakening with every passing day, the hate mail kept pouring in and now there were memes about her on the internet. She’d now gotten used to not checking Instagram or Facebook (she still couldn’t believe some of those fans had found her Facebook ID, despite all the security she put up from preventing this). 

     Some of her friends had once told her back in college that any fame was good fame, but she now disagreed more than she did before. This was revolting, and tiring—mentally, more than anything else. And this was a place where she’d gone unwillingly, and couldn’t go back from.

Her sleep cycle was messed up, something she knew what the cause was. However, she never let that bother her day’s work. (y/n) woke up the next morning with a newfound ambition. To not let this bother her and her getting back up on her feet. As positive as she was trying to be, (y/n) knew that this was a step toward the normal again; once the week long break was over, (y/n) would start work again, and perhaps, in a couple more weeks, she can go back to writing reviews, as she once did, and no one would stop her. 

This had to happen, she told herself as she drank her morning Americano. This is a pitfall in my career, as it happens in almost everyone’s careers, she nodded to herself as she put on her shoes. She locked her home, and headed out. This is a new day, she told herself and forced herself to smile—the biggest defense against anything odd that may approach her.

It had been three days of radio silence from Tom’s end. She didn’t know if she was being unfair to him, she knew better than most that actors had to avoid appearing in public with someone who has a scandal going on (if at all this could be considered a scandal). His manager would have prevented him from making any more opinionated Instagram stories, and that was possibly the reason why Tom had to stay out of the entire ordeal that happened at the coffee shop. 

She knew all this, but it stung her still. She was a person, and she genuinely wanted to take Tom’s apology and leave it at that. Now, things were devoid of a closure and it felt all too awkward to even think about.

    Despite the understanding she could give herself in her mind over what Tom had to do, (y/n) was hurt. This pain forced her mind to turn bitter, a sort of defense mechanism for preventing future pain. Pain, in all its unwanted glory, is the pesky part of being human. It was something we all wish we could do without, but it followed you closely behind, demanding attention to its presence. Her mind refused to accept Tom as a celebrity and his choices for starting this entire thing. Her mind told her that his repeated efforts to apologize and his agony for not obtaining the closure that he sought was something he deserved.

Tom was a celebrity, the world loved him and cherished him, and one person’s hate was not going to sway his motion. So she would hate. Filled with rage and ire, (y/n) blamed him entirely. No amount of apology would sway her mind, for now, she held a grudge. When you hold a grudge, you want someone else’s sorrow to reflect your level of hurt but the two rarely meet. I’m out of his league, she thought and compared this scale with kindness. She could be kind where he could not, because he was a celebrity. And as destructive as this thought process was, it eased her pain a tad bit.

    She gave credit to the radio silence.

    “What happened after that?” Haz asked, sipping on his ice tea.

Tom groaned, “Well, after those girls hurled a few more insults at her, I had to get her out of there. But, it wasn’t good enough. I was too late and she was already too hurt. I keep screwing my chances of apologizing to her, and yet, make things worse for her too.” Tom’s voice was low.

Harrison blinked at his friend. Taking another sip of his ice tea, he wished he knew exactly what to say to Tom and make his friend feel better, but there was nothing. A sort of nothingness that grew and loomed over people who have tried and failed.

    “You can’t go surprise meet her again though, could’ja?” Haz half-heartedly joked.

Tom didn’t respond. He occasionally found himself staring at her contact in his phone, sometimes staring at her private profile on Instagram (which, he reminded himself over and over again, hadn’t followed him). Tom recalled her eyes creaking at the corner when she smiled, and that she drank black coffee, and that her gaze could penetrate against hard walls of steel. Maybe, it was because he had done her wrong that he was so interested in gaining her forgiveness. Maybe, it was because she was simply one more person trying so hard to get by, and something he had done had prevented and turned everything to dust, that he wanted to apologize and gain her forgiveness.

    Tom told himself a countless different reasons why he wanted her forgiveness but forgot the most important and logical one of them all.

    “I haven’t ever seen you try so hard to say sorry before, mate.” Haz’s voice was soft, this time. Not even close to her cherry pink.

Tom flushed. Sometimes, the most logical of answers were not too logical. Tom Holland had a tiny crush on (y/n) (l/n), and perhaps, it developed after reading her words for him and grew nastily over seeing her in person. It wasn’t impossible, he was human and human beings, more than other creatures, were known to understand this fondness they can project over another person. However, it didn’t strike his mind, nor did he care too much to find out at the moment.

    “She’s been getting hate mail, and she was called such nasty things. I feel so fucking terrible, it’s not sane.” Tom brushed a hand through his hair. It was greasy. He needed to shower.

    “Maybe, you can make an Instagram story over—”

    “I can’t, mate. Manager’s been bustin’ my arse over already having done one opinionated story. Can’t mess things up again, Haz,” Tom groaned before rolling back on the couch. “God, I’m such a div!”

Harrison laughed. But, what more could he do but laugh, when he had nothing else to say?

The last time (y/n) had forgotten to check the time on the clock was when she was writing the review for Birds of a Feather. 

     She was grateful that the people at work never openly spoke to her about the review or Tom Holland or the fact that she kept making frequent and unneeded appearances on the media for doing things in the past. She prayed and hoped that unlike what had happened with Chris Evans (she had sent him a private message on Twitter hoping that there was no misunderstanding, to which no response had come her way), things would not turn around with any other celebrity. Especially the one she had in mind, Mr. Hamill. She remembered being asked to write reviews for all the Star Wars movies, because she was a famous critic who hadn’t seen them.

    And because the London Daily had no review published for the Star Wars movies, (y/n) was chosen for the job. And as she watched those movies, the more she fell for Mark Hamill, and the more she had hoped he would read her reviews. 

She had written it descriptively, talking about the chronology that people who had never even seen Star Wars before must watch in. From an everyday regular person, (y/n) had turned into a Star Wars fan, and her life was colorful. Her only hope amidst all this chaos was that her name not be tarnished along with Mark Hamill’s. I can do with anyone hating me just, not him, please not him, she thought as she sent another mail with copy edited documents.

    “How’s your day going, (y/n)? Long? Hard?” Aditi, one of the reporters asked, chewing on a candy.

(y/n) rolled her eyes, “Please don’t say anything with that tone, I know what you mean when you say ‘long’ and ‘hard’ together.”

Aditi chuckled before sighing.

    “I know it’s difficult right now, but take it easy, alright? Back in India, this would have died down in like, three days. But, I’m telling you that you’re insane for being this brave. I’m proud of you.” Aditi’s smile could light up the universe.

    “Thanks, darlin’. You’re my savior.” (y/n) said, smiling back.

A moment later, Bruce, one of the interns, came rushing to where (y/n) and Aditi were. His eyes were wide and his pale face was red. The women blinked at him before waiting for him to tell them why he was here the way he was.

    “You’re on the news again, with Jenny again, and it’s bad,” (y/n)’s heart dropped. “I mean, really, really, bad. I’m sorry, should I have not said that?”

Aditi looked at (y/n) once before groaning and shooed the intern away. Turning to her friend, she put her arms on the girl’s shoulders before shaking her once.

    “Don’t let it bother you, (y/n). Ignore it—”

    “I want to see.” (y/n)’s tone was even.

Sighing, Aditi opened her phoned and pressed on the live YouTube channel that the aired Jenny’s 9 o’ clock program.

    “Our favourite critic is on the news again! To think that she’d just stay out of the radar and maybe get a job? This time, she was found doing something the fans of Tom Holland will definitely not like.”

    “She’s getting crueler by the day, what a bitch,” Aditi said, frowning.

A second later, the picture that appeared on screen made (y/n) want to throw up. There she was, sitting across Tom Holland, at the coffee shop the other day, when he had called her out to apologize. (y/n) was smiling, but Tom’s face was covered, so no expression could be seen from his end. No, she thought before gasping out loud.

    “Oh my God, it was one of those girls,” (y/n) said, tearing up, her hands quickly covering her mouth in shock.

Aditi blinked, “When was this? What the hell?”

    “Here’s a picture of her with our friendly spider, Tom Holland himself! It appears that she’s baited him to meet with her. So perhaps all of the review writing and bad mouthing from her end was a cry for attention? Hmm. Wouldn’t be too shocked on that now, would we?”

    “What’s her problem? Jesus, (y/n), what’s happened to journalism these days?” Aditi turned to her friend and froze.

(y/n) had tears streaming down her face, an expression she could no longer hide. Tears had poured from her eyes without any change in her facial expression. It’s pure pain and pure surrender when your soul cries without any fight from your body.

Aditi rushed to her friend and held her, earning no struggle from her. (y/n) breathed once and the dam was broken; she held onto her friend, and cried. There were not many people left at the office at 9 p.m., but the ones who were, merely watched. Aditi held her friend, but said nothing, did nothing. She could not catch up with her, she could not reach her. Aditi felt at that second, that the land of tears was a truly mysterious place. It was at the same time bringing such solace to her friend, by breaking her apart limb from limb.

    (y/n) wanted to walk home that night. As much as her friend begged her to drive her home, (y/n) refused. Bruce had permanently blamed himself for his senior to break down crying at the office. He wondered why this was happening, considering how well he thought he knew her. She was simply doing her job, and despite understanding all this, he couldn’t understand her strength. Aditi sighed before heading home herself, not knowing what she could do more.

    “I’ll take care, I promise,” Aditi spoke to her mother on the phone, before ending the call.

She browsed through the contacts on her phone before pressing (y/n)’s name. She should have reached home by now, she thought before clearing her throat once.

    “How’re you holdin’ up?” Aditi asked, blinking a couple of times.

She heard shuffling on the other end, and prayed that (y/n) was not crying alone.

    “(y/n),” Aditi’s voice alerted her friend.

    “I’m fine, really. I had a meltdown, but I’m okay now. I’m grabbing some Indian food to eat right now,” (y/n) chuckled a bit, waiting for her friend to reply.

    “What’re you eating?” Aditi asked, unlocking the door to her home.

    “Chicken biryani,” (y/n) said, sounding a tad bit too proud.

Aditi scoffed. “No one here gets the flavours right,” When she heard (y/n) chuckle on the other end, her heart grew lighter. “Listen, if you wanna talk, just give me a call, yeah?”

    “Yes, mom, I will,” (y/n) said, laughing out loud once. “Aditi, thank you. Really.”

Smiling, she ended the call and headed over to her bathroom to take a dump. On most days, she didn’t miss her home. She always thought she wasn’t meant to live in India, a country so crowded. However, India always had a sense of home, and considering how English wasn’t her first language, on most days (at least with new people), Aditi always felt insecure about her accent. The media portrayed it terribly, and Indian accents don’t normally sound the way they do on television. 

A lack of representation angered her, but (y/n) was one of the first ones to understand. She loved the girl’s enthusiasm to learn, and how open and welcoming she was.

    Seeing her hurt pained Aditi, but there was very little she could do. Sitting on the commode, Aditi browsed Instagram, a hand on her palm, as it rested on her knee. Letting out a sigh, she clicked on one story and kept watching and watching and watching. A girl she knew back home was taking her dog out for a walk—swipe—a boy was celebrating his birthday—swipe—Jenna Fischer is baking bread—swipe—a random rant about how the world is rotting—swipe—Tom Holland talking about someone named (y/n)—swipe—pause.

Aditi froze for a full second.

    She then reopened the story and watched. Her eyes were saucers now, and her heart was rummaging against her chest. Oh my god, she mouthed but no voice came out of her. A second later, she screamed.

Dialling her friend’s number, she waited eagerly for (y/n) to pick up.

    “What happened?” (y/n)’s voice sounded unaware.

    “OH MY GOD, (Y/N), IT’S HAPPENED OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE TO—”

    “Where are you? And why is it echoing on the other side?”

    “Darling, I’m in the bathroom taking a dump—”

    “I really didn’t have to know that, Aditi.” (y/n) cringed.

    “NO! SEE. OH MY GOD, DON’T MAKE ME FORGET WHY I CALLED YOU!” Aditi screamed, and the slight echo hurt (y/n)’s ear.

    “What’s happened?”

    “Check Tom Holland’s story on Instagram. NOW. You will not regret it. Oh my god. Do it—”

    “I don’t want anything to do with Tom Holland—”

    “DO IT NOW, FUCKING DAMMIT PLEASE.”

The call ended with that. (y/n) stared at her phone, frowning. She wouldn’t ask me to check it if it was something bad, (y/n) thought. But what could it be? It must be a new promotional thing for a new Spiderman movie or something, she thought before sighing. She clicked on Tom’s story and her heart was thrown aside for a toss.

As she watched the story, (y/n) felt time slow. Her eyes widened, just a little bit; her ears reddened, just a little bit; and her mouth fell ajar, just a little bit.

    “Hi, guys! I just wanted to bring to light something and this pains me to say and I actually can’t believe I’m having to say something so obvious. (y/n) (l/n) never really wrote anything bad about me on her review. It’s her job, and she’s doing it right. It was my fault that I didn’t read the review and spoke against her beforehand. And I love my fans, I really do. But some of you disappointed me in sending her terrible mails and calling her terrible things. I met her the other day, to apologize for what happened, because she really doesn’t deserve the hate for doing her job, you know? And now there’s a fake story on how she’s trying to get my attention? No. That’s not what happened, yeah? I just wanted to make it clear that (y/n)’s a lovely human being, kind and hardworking, and it would be very nice if all of you can see that. Goodnight, guys.”

(y/n) never imagined that she’d cry for two different reasons on the same day. One of out bitterness and sorrow, and the other being relief. And both, having been caused by a certain actor who played Spiderman.

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The Fix (Part 4)

Previously on the Fix...........(click here for part 3)

A few songs into your Ella Mai listening session, you felt yourself drifting into sleep on his shoulder. You tried to shake yourself awake But sleep was winning. T��Challa noticed you drifting off to sleep and chuckled. He laid you back on the couch, left, and came back with a thick comforter. He kissed your forehead. “Good night, Y/N.” That was the last thing you heard before sleep completely took over.

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You slowly opened your eyes as slight daylight seeped through the windows in the darkened room. Your eyes widened in panic and you sat up looking around this unfamiliar bedroom. Where the fuck were you? You then remembered you had came to T’Challa’s apartment last night for sex but that didn’t happen. Or did it?

He wasn’t in the bed next to you and you were dressed in your white tank top and black string bikini underwear that you wore under your clothes last night. You got out of the king size bed and crept out of the bedroom into the living room. You saw T’Challa shirtless in black basketball shorts doing push-ups. You stood behind the leather couch watching his toned back move with each part of the exercise. You bit your lip, resting your head in your hand. Once he finished, he jumped up from the floor and his eyes fell on you. He put on a shy smile.

“Good morning, Y/N. Did you enjoy watching me work out?”

You shrugged. “Ehh somewhat.”

He chuckled grabbing the blue hand towel from the couch, wiping his face and you watched his sculptured abs drip in sweat. You felt your pussy throb a little and shifted your weight.

“I hope you didn’t mind me moving you to my bedroom. I would not feel right leaving a lady sleeping on a couch so I slept on the couch. Also, I hope you don’t mind me undressing you. I wanted to make you comfortable.” You snapped out your daydream and snickered. “Nope. I don’t mind at all. You didn’t have to do that. We could’ve shared the bed. I feel bad about taking over your bed.” You moved around the couch to face him. “And why would I mind you undressing me? It isn’t the first time you’ve done it.” If it wasn’t for his beautiful chocolate coated skin, you would’ve seen him blushing at your statement but you knew he was by the way his cheekbones poked out. “I’m relieved to hear you say that. I’m going to take a shower. Please help yourself to anything in my fridge. I left your clothes on the ottoman in my bedroom.” “Wait...” You bit your lip and stopped him from leaving. “I need to brush my teeth and take a shower as well.” T’Challa looked at you quizzically. “You would like to do that here? I figured you would like to go back to your dormitory.” “It’s a Saturday. I don’t mind staying here for a little bit.” You grabbed him by his waistband pulling him in closer. You hoped he would get the hint. He pushed your hands away. “No. You can leave.” T’Challa remarked roughly and turned his back on you. You were confused and a little hurt. “T’Challa, did I do something wrong?” He ceased his walking and turned back to you. “No. I did. I know our relationship is just sex but I can’t keep having sex with you. I can’t do it.” You crossed your arms with attitude. “Why not? I’m so confused. You wanted to have sex when we first met. You said to call you whenever I needed that fix.” You snorted shaking your head when he didn’t reply. “What’s up? You’re always hellbent on talking but now you’re quiet? Go on and speak, Fixer.” T’Challa’s fists clenched to his sides as he took deep breaths. “I have gained feelings for you, Y/N. I wish I did not because I am not supposed to. I was in denial but last night, as we talked and bonded over the music, I realized that I like you, but it is wrong.” You felt your heart drop at his confession. How could you not see that this man is front of you liked you more than a friend? How could you not see you did too? “That boy that you call your boyfriend.....” T’Challa shook his head and sneered, probably thinking about the stories you’ve told him about Aaron. “He does not deserve you but he has your heart. I’ll keep being your friend so you are free to come by my office whenever you want to talk but-“ “T’Challa, I have feelings for you too.” You blurted out suddenly, surprising yourself. “Please do not lie to me-“ “I’m not!” You marched over to the brooding professor. “Ever since we’ve been talking, I’ve found myself forgetting about Aaron. You even said last night the love I have for him is gone. The reason why I keep coming back to have sex with you is not because the sex is good. I keep coming back because I like you too. It was hard to admit it but I do.” There was a blanket of silence and the both of you stared at each other intensely. You couldn’t read him and you were sure he couldn’t read you either. T’Challa spoke up first. “I am a professor and you are a student. This is wrong.” You walked up to him slowly. “We didn’t care before.” “So what is this?” He asked. “It’s a Whatchamacallit.” T’Challa began to chuckle at you and you smiled then got serious. “But let me be serious. I’m not ready to hop into a new relationship just yet. I haven’t closed the one I’m currently in. Well, barely in. But I know I really like you and I don’t want this to end.” “I will wait for you to be ready.” T’Challa declared causing you to shake your head in disagreement. “No, T’Challa. That wouldn’t be fair to you.” “I think I decide what is fair to me.” He countered standing up straight. “When you are ready to take the next step, I will be ready as well. Until then.....we can keep doing this.” You smirked leaning up to kiss him but backed away covering your mouth. “You got a spare toothbrush?” T’Challa chuckled and led you to the marble bathroom he had. Seriously, how much do professors make? His loft looked expensive as fuck. He gave you a toothbrush and toothpaste from the cabinet. You started to brush your teeth when T’Challa got undressed and stepped into his shower which had clear doors so you could see EVERYTHING. T’Challa in all his naked glory with the water from the shower head running down his body. Your eyes traveled from his head to his toes. That’s a lie. Your eyes stopped at his dick that was semi hard and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, thinking about your mouth on his manhood. You finished brushing your teeth and thought of something. You bit your lip, removing your panties and pulling your tank over your head. You laid them on the toilet seat and opened the door, stepping inside the shower. T’Challa has his back turned with his face under the water. ‘Should I touch him?’ You thought to yourself. “If you want to do something to me, entle, go on with it.” He turned around smirking at you. You laughed grabbing a hand towel from the rack. “Listen, I’m just trying to save water by showering with you. Ain’t nobody come in here to do anything else.” You grabbed the piece of African black soap, lathering the towel with it, and rubbing it all over your body. “Oh really?” “Yes really. Now can you...?” You handed him the towel and turned around. He obliged washing your back when you had a mischievous thought. You bent forward, backing your ass on his member. You rolled your hips slightly and felt him twitch behind you. He finished washing your back and moved the both of you under the water. He turned you around and lifted you by your ass causing your legs to wrap around his waist. “You are a liar.” T’Challa whispered making a trail of tender kisses from behind your ear to your bare, wet chest. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it, Professor?” You grinned lazily. That was it. He plunged himself inside and went crazy. After T’Challa fucked the shit out of you in the shower, you two made your way back to his bedroom where he got dressed and you fussed over your hair. You really allowed your beautiful twist out to get wet and fucked up because you wanted to have shower sex. “Any requests? I’m making breakfast.” T’Challa announced once he dressed in a white v-neck t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He was tempting you with those damn sweats. Making you wanna eat something else. “You don’t have to do that, T’Challa. I’ll get dressed and be out of your space soon.” “Y/N.” He said your name sternly and you turned to him sighing because you knew you lost this. “Fine, fine. I’ll take scrambled eggs, please.” You smiled turning back to the mirror. He left to begin his cooking and you huffed still trying to figure out your mess of a hair. You fluffed it out and did your best to put it in a high bun on top of your head. Once you fixed it up, your ringtone went off and glanced at the caller ID. Melanie. “Hey girl.” You answered the phone. “Hey girl”? Bitch, is that all you have to say after going M.I.A? We were fucking worried about you!” Melanie screeched in your ear. Your eyebrows furrowed together. “Y’all were? Why?” You heard Cass on the phone next. “Well first, you didn’t text back when we texted the group chat saying we got back to our dorms safely and second, we’re at your dorm and you’re not answering. Where are you?!” Shit. “Um, well...” You tried to think of a lie when T’Challa walked into the room telling you the food was ready. “Who was that?” They both asked and you thanked God Ari wasn’t with them because she would’ve recognized his voice. “Rayana’s boyfriend. Y’all remember my friend Rayana? Yeah I went over to her dorm when we left Buffalo Wild Wings and knocked out here.” “I don’t remember no damn Rayana....” As your friends conversed, you muted the phone and turned to T’Challa. “I’ll be there. I just gotta talk to my friends.” “All right but I’ll get started without you.” T’Challa smirked walking up to you as you sat at the end of the bed and took the phone off mute. “That’s fine.” You whispered to him and turned your attention back to your friends and laying back on his bed. You didn’t even notice him getting down on his knees in front of you until he spread them wide and you glared down at him. “What are you doing?!” You whispered harshly and T’Challa smiled deviously as he began to lick your entrance. Oh fuck. “I told you I’m going to start eating.” He mumbles putting his whole mouth on your pussy, sucking softly on your pearl. You held back moans, trying to focus on your conversation. “Anyways, I’m sorry I....fuck...” “Girl, you good?” “Oh yes..... I’m fine.” You breathed attempting to push his head back but he continued eating as his fingers played with your pussy. You felt your legs begin to shake but you couldn’t give yourself away. This motherfucker knew this was torturing you and he loved it. You muted the phone so you can moan loudly as they talked. “Oh fuck yes!” You moaned as his tongue hit your g-spot. “Anyway, girl, when are you coming back? There’s a party tonight that we trying to go to.” Because Cass needs a man.” “Bitch!” You made haste to take the phone off mute trying to push his head but he kept devouring you. You laughed breathlessly. “Give me.....give me 30 minutes and I’ll.....shit......meet up with you guys at Ari’s dorm.” “Bet. You sure you good, girl?” Cass questioned. “YES!” You moaned/yelled out as your orgasm rippled through you then you cleared your throat. “I mean yeah, I’m good. I was looking for something and I finally found it. I’ll see y’all later. Bye!” You clicked the red button, ending the phone and screamed as you released your juices all over T’Challa’s mouth. Once you finishing cumming, he lifted his head from your thighs, grinning. You attempted to glare through your post-orgasm haze. “You almost got me caught.” T’Challa continued to smile. “But you didn’t. I’m impressed.” He stood up pulling your thighs closer and pulled down his sweats. “Now you said 30 minutes, correct? That’s enough time for another orgasm.” “Wait, can I get some actual food first?” You panted, trying to squirm away. “Yes.....after you cum again.”

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After you came and T’Challa got his nut from the quickie, you quickly ate your food and rushed out of his apartment. He tried to convince you to stay but you had enough orgasms for today. You partied, went to sleep, and woke up with one thing on your mind. You needed some dick. Not necessarily in your vagina but you wanted that shit in your mouth. You were in the mood to suck some dick and you knew who to go to for it. “Hey professor.” You strolled in to his office with a seductive smirk on your face as you closed the door behind you. T’Challa turned towards you, closing a textbook and placing it on his desk. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Y/N?” His cheekbones rose at his question. You slowly walked up to him, placing kisses on his lips and neck. “My need for pleasure.” You pushed him onto his computer chair and straddled him. T’Challa has a firm grip on your hips as you whined your hips on him. You felt his member poking against your pussy and you grinned, getting down on your knees. He was now confused at your actions. “What are you do-“ the perplexed professor was cut off by you pulling down his dress pants along with his boxers roughly, freeing his semi hard dick. You took him in your right hand moving slowly but firmly down to the base as your left hands crept inside your panties. You stared in his eyes. “You see....I’ve noticed I’ve never had you in my mouth...and I want to. I’ve been wanting to suck your dick for so long.” You looked up at him. “You’ve probably had it sucked multiple times.” He groaned at your motion. “No. Many women have been scared to because.....because of the size.” You raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Lucky for you, you ain’t messing with no bitch.” You began to lick the head of his pen and kiss it when there were knocks on his office door. “Professor Udaku? Are you in?” You heard your friend Ari’s voice outside his door and groaned out of frustration. T’Challa looked down at you panicked and the door began to open. In a rush, he swung his computer chair to his desk as you crouched underneath the desk. Why the fuck didn’t you lock the door behind you? “Ariana. What brings you to my office today?” You heard her take a seat in front of the desk and huff loudly. “I’ve just been really meaning to talk to you for a while now.” T’Challa made a gesture to tell her to continue. “Then please. Go ahead and talk. That’s what I’m here for.” You smirked deviously underneath the desk and began to slowly jerk him off. He began stammering on his words when you shoved his dick slowly in your mouth. Your ears perked up at Ari’s words but you kept doing your job. “This friend I have.....she should know something important but I don’t think it’s my place to say anything. I mean I think she should but on the other hand, I don’t.” T’Challa sighed deeply. “And why do you feel like.....” he gulped. “Um, f-feel like y-you s-shouldn’t?” “Because she’s been doing so-“ Ari paused and looked at him in concern. “Professor? Are you ok?” T’Challa took a sharp exhale at the feeling of your warm mouth around his penis. He tried to steady himself but your warm saliva dripping down his dick was not helping. You finally pulled it out of your mouth because you desperately wanted to know which friend was she referring to? Was it you? “Yes, I am fine, Ariana. I’ve just haven’t been feeling well.” “Oh shit. If you’re not feeling well, we can talk about this another time. Feel better, Professor.” “Thank you and I will see you in class tomorrow.” You heard Ari pick up her bag, open the door, and shut it behind her. That’s why T’Challa pushed himself away from the desk and sighed out of relief. He helped you up from under the desk smiling. “Oh you are a vixen, Y/N. I’ve never had a woman pleasure me in company’s presence.” His smile dropped seeing the bothered look on your face. “What’s wrong?” You put your attention on him. “Uh what Ari was talking about.... I wonder if she was talking about me....” you sighed trying to hide your slight annoyance. “I would’ve found out for sure though if you didn’t....” “Didn’t what?” You shook your head to break the trance you were in. “Nothing, nothing.” You began to smirk and dropped down to your knees. “Now let me finish what I started.” Once you finished getting your fix, you decided to go to your dorm room. You planned to get changed and go meet up with Ari to figure out why she was being so weird lately. You saw a figure waiting outside your dorm room door. The figure was sitting with their back against the door and their head down. As you got closer, you could see it was a man. Fear grew in your body because what business did this man have with you? When you got close enough, the man looked up at you and you felt your heart drop a thousand feet. You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Aaron?”

A/N: Yes, you read right, y’all! Aaron is back! for anyone who forgot, Aaron is your boyfriend who pulled a Danny Phantom on you and went ghost. Question is, how do you feel about this? Does he want you back or is he back to officially end your relationship? You will find out next time on The Fix!

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You owe me, Chapter 7

‘At last, a place that isn’t falling apart and has a working toilet.’ Loki said happily while he explored the flat they were staying in for a few nights.

‘And two bedrooms.’ April added.

Her friend was able to put them up in his flat, because he was going away on business for a few days. He was getting one of his friends to sort out ID for them both.

‘I’m going to go get food, what do you want?’ Loki asked as he grabbed some cash from his bag.

‘Pizza would be good.’ April said as she made herself comfy on the sofa and started flicking through the TV channels. ‘Ooo! And get some red wine too.’

‘Wine and pizza. Very classy.’ Loki smirked.

Loki returned not long later, he wasn’t sure why he was surprised when he found April doing some weird yoga positions on the floor. Showing her extreme flexibility that made his cock twitch.

‘Well, isn’t this a rather nice sight.’ He smirked, placing the pizza and wine onto the coffee table.

‘I’m sure it is.’ She then moved into a downward dog.

‘Mmm, that’s my favourite position.’ Loki commented when he sat down and put his feet up, opening the box of pizza and taking a slice. ‘Definitely the one I will take you in first.’

April laughed. ‘Yeah, in your dreams maybe.’

She then rolled to the side and sat down on the floor for a minute, watching him eat. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he looked back at her.

‘Get glasses for the wine.’ He said when she stood up to join him on the sofa.

‘Amateur. Don’t need glasses.’ She scoffed and opened one of the bottles, drinking straight from it.

Loki raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head. ‘You could never sit at the royal table in Asgard.’ He said between bites.

‘Am I not posh enough for you to take home to meet your parents?’ She teased, stealing a slice of his pizza.

Loki said nothing to that, just looked slightly disappointed for some reason to April.

‘Do you miss them?’ She blurted out.

‘Who?’ Loki asked, but he knew exactly who she meant.

‘Your parents.’ She nudged him with her knee.

Loki shrugged. ‘They’re not my real parents… But I do miss Frigga.’

‘So… You’re adopted?’

‘Yes.’

‘Cool.’

‘Cool?’

‘Yeah. I wish I had been adopted. Then I might have at least been with people who cared about me. Had a normal life.’ April said.

‘You didn’t get along with your parents?’ Loki asked, happy she was opening up a bit.

‘No. I got chucked out when I was fifteen.’

‘Why?’

April looked at Loki, he could see a vulnerable look in her eyes. But it disappeared in a flash. She leaned over to the table and grabbed the other bottle of wine and thrust it into his hand.

‘Keep up. Or I’ll drink yours too.’

Loki decided to drop it for now and not push for more answers. He had a feeling he would find out soon enough.

While they drank and ate, they spoke about anything and everything, apart from about themselves. Well, nothing personal anyway.

‘Well, it’s been fun Loks. I’m off to bed.’ April gave him a pat on the arm and chucked the empty pizza box onto the table. ‘Sweet dreams of fucking me.’ She called back as she made her way out of the living room.

Loki chuckled darkly. ‘Trust me, darling. It won’t be a dream.’

He was given the middle finger in return from over her shoulder.

Loki went to bed as well, glad to find it was a really comfortable mattress. When he got settled, he took his cock in hand and stroked himself off until he came with a groan. Oh how he wished he could’ve used April to get off with, but for now his hand and imagination would have to do.

When April got up in the morning, she noticed Loki had left the bathroom door open slightly. She could hear the shower running, so decided to take a peek.

As she peeked into the bathroom, her eyes widened upon seeing Loki in the shower. She knew he was strong, but seeing him naked let her see all those muscles. His thighs looked especially solid. But it was what was hanging between those thighs that had her eyes widening.

‘Holy shit.’ She whispered, surprised at how large of a cock he was packing.

She wondered if that was a God thing or not. She’d certainly never seen one quite like it before. When he turned to switch the shower off, she disappeared quickly back to her room to get dressed.

When Loki was dressed too, he went into the living room to find April eating leftover pizza for breakfast. Wine included.

‘Really?’ He folded his arms over his chest.

‘Waste not, want not.’ She shrugged.

‘It’s not even nine in the morning yet.’

‘Nine in the morning or nine at night, doesn’t matter.’

Loki pinched the bridge of his nose. He did grab a slice of pizza, but he went and got a glass of milk instead of opting for wine. It was too early for that for him.

‘Lightweight.’

‘You wouldn’t last one glass of Asgardian wine. That Midgardian stuff doesn’t even compare in the slightest.’ Loki said cockily.

‘Really?’

‘Yes. I am yet to become truly intoxicated from Midgardian alcohol.’

‘Is everything in your world stronger and bigger?’ She asked as she sat back, finishing the bottle of wine.

‘Of course. We are a race of immortal beings. Gods. We are much more advanced than yourselves in many ways.’ Loki had one more slice of pizza.

‘Is everything bigger?’ April grinned and wiggled her eyes suggestively.

Loki gave her a wolfish grin and winked. ‘Ohh, you already know the answer to that. I know you were peeking in on me this morning.’

For a split-second April looked slightly sheepish, but that look disappeared quickly. ‘You never even looked in my direction! How the hell did you know I was there?’

Loki threw his head back, laughing. ‘I may have lost use of my Seidr, but my senses are still as sharp as ever.’

‘Clearly.’ April rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t get big headed over it. I was curious. And just because you’re packing a large dong, doesn’t mean you know how to use it well.’ She said as she lifted her foot up and nudged his groin with her toes.

‘I can assure you’ Loki grabbed her ankle. ‘I know how to use it.’ Loki said darkly, narrowing his eyes at her.

‘Yeah, course you do.’ She winked at him and yanked her foot out of his grasp.

April’s phone rang, it was on the side table next to Loki. She scooted over and leaned right across Loki’s lap as she stretched out to grab it. Instead of sitting back, she stayed leaning over him while she answered.

Loki rolled his eyes, but couldn’t resist resting his hand on her bum. A mischievous smirk spread across his face at the look she gave him. But while she continued talking to her friend, the friend who’s flat they were in, Loki raised his hand up and brought it down across her ass. Hard.

‘YOU MOTHERRRRFUUUUUUCKER!’ She screamed as the pain scorched through her like nothing she’d felt before. Her phone went flying to the floor.

‘Language.’ Loki tutted and did it again, making her screech loudly. She scrambled off his lap and stood up, quickly rubbing her bum to try and soothe it.

‘What the fuck is up with your swing? How the hell can that hurt so much?’ She was mortified at how bad that stung, yet also how aroused she was almost instantly.

‘As I said earlier, darling. Everything is stronger on Asgard.’ He grinned wickedly, licking his lips. ‘And that was barely me trying.’

‘Fucking hell.’ She shook her head in disbelief.

She grabbed her phone and quickly apologised to her friend, explaining that Loki was being an asshole. While speaking to him, she paced back and fore on front of Loki, still rubbing her poor bum and giving Loki side eye glares.

Loki just sat there watching her with the same grin. Very pleased with himself for getting a reaction like that out of her. He didn’t fail to notice that her nipples had hardened through her top, she’d made the mistake of not wearing a bra.

April was on the phone for a few minutes, then she hung up and put it down.

‘He said his friend is going to meet us this afternoon to take pictures for the IDs. We need to decide on a look we want for them.’ She told Loki.

‘How do we know we can trust this guy?’ Loki asked.

‘Because I trust Josh. He wouldn’t put me in touch with someone he didn’t trust.’

‘Would you have said the same about your previous friend in the Scottish borders?’ Loki raised an eyebrow.

Her head snapped up and she scowled at him. ‘No. I wouldn’t.’

April stormed off to the bathroom. She locked the door and pulled down her shorts and knickers, turning to look at herself in the mirror. She was amazed to see how red her ass was from his hand, from just two smacks.

But when she dipped her hand between her thighs, she had to bite back a moan. She was so turned on.

‘God dammit.’ She mumbled to herself.

She was so riled up, she ended up having a shower purely so she could masturbate. Her thoughts were constantly on Loki and his large hands. The power behind his swing.

She was getting slightly worried about the ways he was making her feel…

[imagine-loki]

You owe me, Chapter 7

TITLE: You owe me CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 7 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine after the battle in New York, Odin sent Loki back to Earth without his powers as punishment. SHIELD are after him and he meets a woman who isn’t all she seems at first and she has her own agenda. The two end up teaming up, to help one another. But it’s not quite as plain sailing as they’d hoped. RATING: M

‘At last, a place that isn’t falling apart and has a working toilet.’ Loki said happily while he explored the flat they were staying in for a few nights.

‘And two bedrooms.’ April added.

Her friend was able to put them up in his flat, because he was going away on business for a few days. He was getting one of his friends to sort out ID for them both.

‘I’m going to go get food, what do you want?’ Loki asked as he grabbed some cash from his bag.

‘Pizza would be good.’ April said as she made herself comfy on the sofa and started flicking through the TV channels. ‘Ooo! And get some red wine too.’

‘Wine and pizza. Very classy.’ Loki smirked.

Loki returned not long later, he wasn’t sure why he was surprised when he found April doing some weird yoga positions on the floor. Showing her extreme flexibility that made his cock twitch.

‘Well, isn’t this a rather nice sight.’ He smirked, placing the pizza and wine onto the coffee table.

‘I’m sure it is.’ She then moved into a downward dog.

‘Mmm, that’s my favourite position.’ Loki commented when he sat down and put his feet up, opening the box of pizza and taking a slice. ‘Definitely the one I will take you in first.’

April laughed. ‘Yeah, in your dreams maybe.’

She then rolled to the side and sat down on the floor for a minute, watching him eat. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he looked back at her.

‘Get glasses for the wine.’ He said when she stood up to join him on the sofa.

‘Amateur. Don’t need glasses.’ She scoffed and opened one of the bottles, drinking straight from it.

Loki raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head. ‘You could never sit at the royal table in Asgard.’ He said between bites.

‘Am I not posh enough for you to take home to meet your parents?’ She teased, stealing a slice of his pizza.

Loki said nothing to that, just looked slightly disappointed for some reason to April.

‘Do you miss them?’ She blurted out.

‘Who?’ Loki asked, but he knew exactly who she meant.

‘Your parents.’ She nudged him with her knee.

Loki shrugged. ‘They’re not my real parents… But I do miss Frigga.’

‘So… You’re adopted?’

‘Yes.’

‘Cool.’

‘Cool?’

‘Yeah. I wish I had been adopted. Then I might have at least been with people who cared about me. Had a normal life.’ April said.

‘You didn’t get along with your parents?’ Loki asked, happy she was opening up a bit.

‘No. I got chucked out when I was fifteen.’

‘Why?’

April looked at Loki, he could see a vulnerable look in her eyes. But it disappeared in a flash. She leaned over to the table and grabbed the other bottle of wine and thrust it into his hand.

‘Keep up. Or I’ll drink yours too.’

Loki decided to drop it for now and not push for more answers. He had a feeling he would find out soon enough.

While they drank and ate, they spoke about anything and everything, apart from about themselves. Well, nothing personal anyway.

‘Well, it’s been fun Loks. I’m off to bed.’ April gave him a pat on the arm and chucked the empty pizza box onto the table. ‘Sweet dreams of fucking me.’ She called back as she made her way out of the living room.

Loki chuckled darkly. ‘Trust me, darling. It won’t be a dream.’

He was given the middle finger in return from over her shoulder.

Loki went to bed as well, glad to find it was a really comfortable mattress. When he got settled, he took his cock in hand and stroked himself off until he came with a groan. Oh how he wished he could’ve used April to get off with, but for now his hand and imagination would have to do.

When April got up in the morning, she noticed Loki had left the bathroom door open slightly. She could hear the shower running, so decided to take a peek.

As she peeked into the bathroom, her eyes widened upon seeing Loki in the shower. She knew he was strong, but seeing him naked let her see all those muscles. His thighs looked especially solid. But it was what was hanging between those thighs that had her eyes widening.

‘Holy shit.’ She whispered, surprised at how large of a cock he was packing.

She wondered if that was a God thing or not. She’d certainly never seen one quite like it before. When he turned to switch the shower off, she disappeared quickly back to her room to get dressed.

When Loki was dressed too, he went into the living room to find April eating leftover pizza for breakfast. Wine included.

‘Really?’ He folded his arms over his chest.

‘Waste not, want not.’ She shrugged.

‘It’s not even nine in the morning yet.’

‘Nine in the morning or nine at night, doesn’t matter.’

Loki pinched the bridge of his nose. He did grab a slice of pizza, but he went and got a glass of milk instead of opting for wine. It was too early for that for him.

‘Lightweight.’

‘You wouldn’t last one glass of Asgardian wine. That Midgardian stuff doesn’t even compare in the slightest.’ Loki said cockily.

‘Really?’

‘Yes. I am yet to become truly intoxicated from Midgardian alcohol.’

‘Is everything in your world stronger and bigger?’ She asked as she sat back, finishing the bottle of wine.

‘Of course. We are a race of immortal beings. Gods. We are much more advanced than yourselves in many ways.’ Loki had one more slice of pizza.

‘Is everything bigger?’ April grinned and wiggled her eyes suggestively.

Loki gave her a wolfish grin and winked. ‘Ohh, you already know the answer to that. I know you were peeking in on me this morning.’

For a split-second April looked slightly sheepish, but that look disappeared quickly. ‘You never even looked in my direction! How the hell did you know I was there?’

Loki threw his head back, laughing. ‘I may have lost use of my Seidr, but my senses are still as sharp as ever.’

‘Clearly.’ April rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t get big headed over it. I was curious. And just because you’re packing a large dong, doesn’t mean you know how to use it well.’ She said as she lifted her foot up and nudged his groin with her toes.

‘I can assure you’ Loki grabbed her ankle. ‘I know how to use it.’ Loki said darkly, narrowing his eyes at her.

‘Yeah, course you do.’ She winked at him and yanked her foot out of his grasp.

April’s phone rang, it was on the side table next to Loki. She scooted over and leaned right across Loki’s lap as she stretched out to grab it. Instead of sitting back, she stayed leaning over him while she answered.

Loki rolled his eyes, but couldn’t resist resting his hand on her bum. A mischievous smirk spread across his face at the look she gave him. But while she continued talking to her friend, the friend who’s flat they were in, Loki raised his hand up and brought it down across her ass. Hard.

‘YOU MOTHERRRRFUUUUUUCKER!’ She screamed as the pain scorched through her like nothing she’d felt before. Her phone went flying to the floor.

‘Language.’ Loki tutted and did it again, making her screech loudly. She scrambled off his lap and stood up, quickly rubbing her bum to try and soothe it.

‘What the fuck is up with your swing? How the hell can that hurt so much?’ She was mortified at how bad that stung, yet also how aroused she was almost instantly.

‘As I said earlier, darling. Everything is stronger on Asgard.’ He grinned wickedly, licking his lips. ‘And that was barely me trying.’

‘Fucking hell.’ She shook her head in disbelief.

She grabbed her phone and quickly apologised to her friend, explaining that Loki was being an asshole. While speaking to him, she paced back and fore on front of Loki, still rubbing her poor bum and giving Loki side eye glares.

Loki just sat there watching her with the same grin. Very pleased with himself for getting a reaction like that out of her. He didn’t fail to notice that her nipples had hardened through her top, she’d made the mistake of not wearing a bra.

April was on the phone for a few minutes, then she hung up and put it down.

‘He said his friend is going to meet us this afternoon to take pictures for the IDs. We need to decide on a look we want for them.’ She told Loki.

‘How do we know we can trust this guy?’ Loki asked.

‘Because I trust Josh. He wouldn’t put me in touch with someone he didn’t trust.’

‘Would you have said the same about your previous friend in the Scottish borders?’ Loki raised an eyebrow.

Her head snapped up and she scowled at him. ‘No. I wouldn’t.’

April stormed off to the bathroom. She locked the door and pulled down her shorts and knickers, turning to look at herself in the mirror. She was amazed to see how red her ass was from his hand, from just two smacks.

But when she dipped her hand between her thighs, she had to bite back a moan. She was so turned on.

‘God dammit.’ She mumbled to herself.

She was so riled up, she ended up having a shower purely so she could masturbate. Her thoughts were constantly on Loki and his large hands. The power behind his swing.

She was getting slightly worried about the ways he was making her feel…

[crinkled-emotions]

Accident

There’s an accident on Bondi and Harrison’s in hospital, but it’s Reader that has to deal with Jesse, who’s possibly scarred for life.

I admit. I was asleep when my phone rang. It had been a long day at work, my head hurt, I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with my boyfriend- basically I was a bit over everything.

Oh yeah.

Then my phone rang.

 "H-hello?"

"Hi y/n, it's Hoppo."

Oh shit.

I sat bolt upright on the couch, eyes wide.

"Hey Hoppo, what can I do you for?"

"I wouldn't usually do this, but... Jesse and Harrison were out on the JetSki today rescuing someone when... it went very pear shaped."

My heart stopped, fear filling my gut.

"Is he-"

"-Jesse's fine. Harrison's currently in hospital getting a blood transfusion."

"A blood transfusion?! What the hell happened?"

Hoppo cleared his throat, and when he spoke even he sounded traumatised. Steady, even-tempered, Stoppo-Thatto-Hoppo... sounded like something bad had happened.

"There was a shark. While Harrison was recovering the body that they thought was just a rescue, the shark returned for a second feed... Harrison's very lucky to escape with all of his limbs in tact."

"I'm coming right now-"

"-Deano's taking Jesse home now, they should get there soon, but I wanted to talk to you personally. I've never seen Jesse this beat up, he- he was uh... god, I don't know how to say it nicely."

"Just say it Hoppo, I can take it-"

"-he was raking his nails down his arms, pulling them so hard they were cutting up his forearms. Y/n, you know that's a form of self harm."

"I know," I whispered. I heard Hoppo sigh.

"But anyway. I should go and give Maxi a call, but I thought I should call you first."

"Thanks Hop. Take care."

"Will do y/n."

He hung up and the front door handle turned. I looked up just in time for Deano to come through the door. He smiled at me, but it was weak and I got off the couch.

"Deano..."

"It was really bad y/n. Me and Jesse got let off for the day to recover. Maybe even the week, we're not sure yet."

"Oh shit."

I rushed off the couch to hug him- me and Deano had been friends for a while, we were cool and I liked that Jesse didn't mind us talking.

Boyfriend of the year btw.

 When I pulled away from Deano I felt a tug on my shoulder and then my boyfriend was in my arms. I froze for a second before I recognised him and wrapped myself around his body, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Oh Jess, it's okay."

"Harrison could have died and it'd be my fault," he mumbled. I glanced up and Deano waved at me before gesturing to the door. I nodded and we fist bumped before he left our apartment.

Time to focus on Jesse.

He was dripping wet, entire body soaked from the sea water he obviously hadn't washed off himself yet. In his hand he limply held his duffel bag, and I took it from him.

"C'mon, Jesse."

I held my hand on his hair for a moment, rocking us together before I pulled away from our hug. He was still crying, his piercing blue eyes welling with tears faster than they could fall, and I swiped my thumb under to wipe them away.

"Let's get you through the shower."

 I made sure the water wasn't super hot before I turned, gesturing for Jesse's hand.

"C'mere."

He stepped forward and I reached for his blue lifeguard long sleeve, pulling it over his head. He let me, and I saw what Hoppo had been talking about on Jesse's forearms- he'd done a good job, I'd take care of them once I got him through the shower. Next I got his shorts and pulled them down, undressing to my undergarments too so Jesse didn't feel totally unguarded. He took off his boxers and I guided him into the shower, turning the shower head away from us. My hands went to his neck, and I brushed my thumb over his cheek in slow motions. A tear fell, followed by another, until he choked back a sob. I sighed, wrapping my arms around him.

"I'm so sorry Jess, I can't believe you had to see that."

"That person was dead because I was fuckin' around, and Harrison nearly died because I didn't feel like doing the recovery and took the easy way out when he offered! Jesus shit, he's younger than me yet he's braver than I could ever be."

"Oh, Jesse..."

"No, it's true! Harrison was passing out from blood loss, and he just kept cracking jokes... snorting over how loopy he sounded, asking if sex sounded like six to us since six sounded like sex, and- oh my god. I just-"

He buried his head into my shoulder, heaving a breath and I rubbed his back.

"But he's okay, Jesse. He's okay, he's in the hospital. Maxi's with him, he'll be okay."

"I-"

Jesse pressed his fingernails into his arms again, and I grabbed him to stop him.

"That's not the answer Jesse, stop. It's not your fault, none of this is your fault."

"It is!" He exclaimed, and I tightened my hold on his hands.

"Hey, listen to me. Listen, just for a minute."

My hands went to cup his cheeks, as I looked into his eyes.

"Jesse Pollock, you are not responsible for what happened. Harrison could not have moved any faster, you were doing your job and it's something you do well."

I swiped a tear away, smiling at him.

"I love you. I know you're hurting right now and I wish I could take it away, but I'm here for you."

Jesse sniffed, and I could feel the steam heating up the room. My hand reached for the shampoo, gesturing for him to turn around.

"Let's get you clean, hey? Then we can go to bed, or watch TV. Whatever you want to do."

"Thanks, y/n."

It was the first words Jesse had spoken other than blame on himself, and I pressed a kiss to the crook of his neck.

"Anytime. It's my job, as your partner in crime."

Jesse chuckled. I soaped up his dark hair, taking a moment to massage it through. The more I massaged the more Jesse began to relax, so while the shampoo got rinsed out I reached for his soap too.

"C'mon, don't want you smelling like the ski right now."

"Me neither," he admitted, before grimacing.

"Harrison uses this body wash and now it's all I can smell. It's really strong, smells like Lynx."

"It probably is, then," I smiled. I got to work soaping his back, Jesse just standing there enjoying the moment. I worked in silence for a couple minutes, before he turned to look at me so he could rinse off.

"D'you think we could call Harrison after this? Just to- y'know, check on him?"

I frowned, reaching forward to hug him again. Just being close to him after a close call made me feel a little better. If only a little.

"Harrison's getting a blood transfusion, he could be... out for a little while."

"Then can we try Maxi? Or... what about Hoppo- he's Harrison's first port of call for a hospitalised injury I think."

"Definitely, we can try them. Just focus on finishing this and then we'll get into bed and snuggle."

As someone who had grown up on the tougher side of life, it was very rare Jesse cried, especially like he had, and then accepted a snuggle.

"I- I could really do with a snuggle right now."

His chin rested on my shoulder, pressing a kiss into the crook of my neck.

"Okay. Let's do that."

 With Jesse clean of the blood, sand and seawater, we exited the bathroom and headed to our bedroom. While Jesse dressed and got into bed I did a quick change of undergarments then pulled on a sweatshirt of his before heading into the kitchen to our medicine/injuries drawer. With Jesse being a lifeguard and a surfer, it had to be stocked at all times.

Locating what I needed to treat the wounds on Jesse's arms, I made my way back to the bedroom.

When I got there he was curled up in the fetal position, but the second he saw me he tried to stretch out and pretend it never happened. I smiled, sitting on my side of the bed.

"Were you... cuddling yourself?"

"You left!" Jesse tried to defend himself, but I just shook my head.

"Sure, sure. Get comfy and put your arms out elbows down. I need to disinfect those sores on your arms."

Immediately Jesse shut down, his eyes flickering around the room for an escape. I held his shoulder, rubbing my thumb over it in a slow, gentle circular motion.

"I'm not going to ask questions- not now, at least. We need to clean these up, before they get infected."

He extended them out as I asked him to, eyes closing while I prepped the area with a cotton ball soaked in Betadine, watching his face for any signs of pain. I worked with one hand, the other holding his wrist. While I got band aids out I inspected the injuries, checking how deep they were. When I was satisfied they weren't super severe, I decided to ditch the band aids and use cotton balls, covered with strong, rigid footy tape that was waterproof so Jesse could do whatever he needed to and not worry about it getting wet.

"Y/n?" He murmured and I glanced up at him, my hand running over the covered cuts.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

He half smiled, and I reached forward to kiss him. At that, his phone rang. He reached for it, read the caller ID and immediately dropped it.

"It's Maxi."

"Well then answer it! He could have good news."

"Or he's calling because I killed Harrison too and the cops want to talk to me- oh my god, I can't... I can't go back to the cops, not after-"

"-Jesse. Stop. Look at me."

I grabbed his face by the cheeks, making him look me in the eyes.

"Listen to me. Get out of your head and think about Maxi and Harrison. These are two of your best mates, and Maxi's calling you right now. You need to answer."

Jesse shook his head, still not in it so I grabbed his phone and accepted the call.

"Hey Maxi, it's y/n. How's Harrison?"

 It had taken a good couple of minutes to calm Maxi down, with Jesse's hand grasped in mine, until he stopped freaking out enough to explain what was going on.

"Hoppo called right before I got to the hospital and he was like don't wanna alarm you but Harrison's not doing so good he just had a seizure so I don't want you to panic when you come in here and he's strapped down oh and by the way he went into shock in the ambulance just so you know."

I frowned, brushing my thumb over Jesse's hand before speaking.

"Maxi, you need to calm down; like, right now. Are you with him now?"

"Well, yeah-"

"-is he awake, functioning?"

"He just keeps tapping his finger against Hoppo's hand, but the nurse says that's just him recognising he's there."

"Is there anything else they've found?"

"No... he just lost like almost three litres of blood and they're not sure what's going to happen."

"Oh shit, Maxi. Do you want me to do anything? Is Hop still there?"

"Hop's here, he fell asleep in the chair next to Huxy's bed and now it's just me."

I sighed, pressing my lips to Jesse's forehead. He rested his head on my shoulder, reaching to take the phone from me. As a last resort to calm Maxi, I let him take it. It took Jesse a couple of tries, before he cracked the shits.

"I swear to fucking god Maxi, you need to calm down right now. If not for yourself or me, but for Harrison."

Jesse's hardened attitude was useful in times like this, and as he brushed his hand on my arm I heard him clear his throat.

"I'll be there when he wakes up but until then you need to call Harrison's parents and tell them what happened. Blame me I don't care, but they need to know. Just in case... y'know."

My hand tightened on Jesse's wrist, shaking my head. He copied the action back at me, snatching his wrist back.

"-yeah, definitely Max. Try and get some sleep, you'll know when he's awake. Hop's not worried, so you shouldn't be either. Harrison's stronger than we give him credit for, he'll be okay."

There was some more from the other end, and Jesse shifted.

"Send Ryan over to Deano's if you're worried, or he can take care of Hop's place. He's nineteen Maxi, definitely not a baby. You moved out when you were eighteen mate, he'll be fine."

More from Maxi, and Jesse huffed.

"Mate, I didn't- I didn't hurt myself intentionally, okay?! I just- I don't want to talk about it, not while Harrison's still out."

Then Jesse said goodbye and hung up. The tears had dried, and his blue eyes were fiery with anger.

"He thinks I hurt myself, intentionally. Hoppo must've told him or something, asked him to check in. God, I didn't! I just-"

"-Jesse. You don't have to explain now. We can talk about it later, when Harrison is awake and you're calmer."

I ran a hand through his hair, gesturing to the pillows.

"In the meantime, our bed is calling out for us and we shouldn't keep it waiting."

We both scooted down and I tossed the blanket sitting on the end of the bed over our legs. Jesse flopped on to his back, tracing over a tattoo on his chest.

"Maxi's right. I do feel bad, I feel fucking awful... but what I did wasn't the answer. It just made me feel like I had a brief release for a moment, even if it was short lived."

I hummed, and snuggled into his chest. My head rested on his shoulder and I followed his fingers in tracing tattoos. At one point I caught up and he laced them together, giving me a gentle squeeze.

"I love you y/n."

"Love you too, Jesse."

 It was 2am when I heard Jesse sitting up in bed, realising his phone was ringing. I stretched, climbing on to Jesse's lap while he answered the phone. Just by his face I could tell it was Hoppo or Maxi, and when his eyes became dark I assumed the worst. I rubbed his shoulders, pressing kisses there while he listened. I got close to the phone, trying to eavesdrop. Jesse suddenly perked up, grabbing my shoulder.

"Y/n wait a sec. Go get dressed, right now."

I shot out of bed to the wardrobe, dressing in sweats and a hoodie, going shirtless underneath since it was easier. I brought out clothes for Jesse and when I got back to the bedroom he had the biggest smile on his face.

"Maxi I can't believe it. Thanks for calling mate, we'll be there soon."

He hung up and immediately leapt to engulf me in his arms, peppering kisses all over my cheeks until he landed one on my forehead. For it being 2am he was bouncing off the walls, and I stopped him to give him his clothes.

"What's going on Jess? Did Harrison wake up?"

"Almost. He murmured for Maxi, then when Hoppo started talking he grabbed his hand and held on tight then started talking about how cool it was that his boss was waiting for him. Maxi thinks he's just asleep now, not in a coma. The nurses were just coming in when he hung up."

"That's incredible news Jess."

I hugged him again, Jesse pulling on his hoodie after he detached. I snatched up my car keys from the bedside table, gesturing to our door.

"Let's go see our kiwi!"

 Maxi was waiting at the entrance to the hospital, and the second he saw us I broke into a huge grin. Jesse took off and ran to hug his best mate, Maxi catching him like the pro he apparently was. I watched them for a moment, seeing the two boys whispering between each other, before Jesse pulled away and gestured for me.

"Y/n, he's waking up. Like right now."

"Let's go then."

 We slid past nurses in the halls, heading straight for Harrison's room on the third floor. The whole walk Jesse clutched my hand in his, and when I glanced over he'd just grin at me. He seemed a little more happier now that he knew Harrison was waking up, and I didn't want to remind him Hux wasn't out of the woods yet- it seemed kind of cruel, and I didn't tell Maxi either since he was pinging off the walls too. I wondered how Hoppo was- he wasn't someone to bounce off walls like these two, so I just had to hope he was okay.

Maxi opened the door first and poked his head in, having a look around before he cracked a smile.

"Hux, hey. Holy shit mate."

There was a low whisper inside, and Maxi turned to Jesse and I.

"C'mon in."

 Hoppo was sitting on the end of Harrison's bed, texting away on his phone. Harrison himself was lying in bed, rolled away on to his side. Hoppo glanced up, nudging toward Harrison.

"He woke up for a bit, said a couple sentences then went back to sleep. The nurse says that's good progress, but I'm not sure."

"Mate, even just that is something to be happy with. He's alert now, and his vitals are okay. We just need to be happy about small positive changes."

Maxi took the lead, stepping forward to put his hand on Hoppo's shoulder.

"Go home, mate. It's been a long night."

"Yeah, okay. Okay, I'm goin'. Text me if anything changes, Max."

Hoppo shook his hand, stopping to hug Jesse and I- that was a first. They had a quick chat, before we heard rustling and Maxi's eyes widened.

"Hux?"

 "Fuck Maxi, what happened?"

"Oh shit Harrison, mate hey."

Jesse staggered forward, and Harrison lifted an arm slowly before wincing then dropping it.

"C'mere mate."

Jesse rushed forward, embracing Harrison in a cautious bro hug that I'd only seen once when Harrison had cried- someone had died on his watch. They held on, until Jesse pulled away, sniffling to pretend he wasn't going to cry again. Harrison was smiling despite the obvious pain he was in, as he turned to Maxi.

"Was... did I see Hoppo?"

"Yeah mate he was here while I got these two, you woke up a little and talked to him."

"... Hoppo cares?"

"Apparently so."

Maxi sent Harrison a half smile, relief clear in his eyes. The kiwi glanced around the room, frowning at the blood bag hanging beside the IV.

"What-"

"-do you remember what happened?"

"... no. I- I don't-"

"-it's for the best," Jesse blurted. Harrison scrunched up his nose at him but let it go, instead picking at a loose thread on the hospital blanket.

"Hux, what's the last thing you remember?"

"Uhhhh... I remember getting on the ski with Jesse but... but that's the last thing I remember."

Jesse hung his head low and Maxi stepped forward.

"Okay Hux, okay. Try get some rest mate, it's good to see you're alive."

He ran his hand over Harrison's hair and Harrison glanced up at him.

"Alive? What-"

"-we should go."

I grabbed Jesse by the hand, letting him say goodbye to Harrison and Maxi before pulling him out the door.

 A few days later, there was a knock on the door. I rubbed Jesse’s arm, lightly pushing it.

“You get it.”

“Fine, fine.”

Jesse got off the couch and I paused our show, glancing up as I heard the front door open and Jesse greet the visitor. They talked in hushed tones for a moment, before Jesse stepped back to let them in. I stood, eyes widening.

“Harrison?”

“Hey y/n.”

Jesse had a huge grin on his face as he stood beside his friend- I knew he still felt slightly guilty but seeing Harrison upright, moving and talking, made him feel a little better. Harrison was standing with the help of one crutch under his right arm, supporting his body. Jesse and I could hardly believe this was the same guy who’d been pale as a sheet, barely able to talk in the hospital a few days ago- he was his usual tan now, with steady hazel eyes and a big smile on his face that felt a lot more like the Harrison Jess and I knew.

“I can’t believe it mate, you look great.”

“Hah, yeah. I feel a lot better.”

Harrison gestured to the bandage on his leg with a smile.

“Except for this asshole, but that happens.”

“How many stitches?” I asked, grabbing a chair for Harrison to sit on so he wouldn’t get bruises on his hands. He thanked me, shrugging as he put the crutch on the floor. Jesse and I sat at the table with him, Harrison sighing.

“Hop reckons at least a hundred, maybe more.”

He scrunched up his nose, rolling his eyes.

“He was there the whole time, and flipped shit. I never knew Hoppo to have such a… soft side.”

Jesse grimaced too, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t think I wanted to know about that.”

“Me neither,” I agreed, Harrison chuckling. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and unlocking it.

“Jess, the footage from the ski was recovered. The cops sent it to me, once they’d had a look over it.”

Jesse’s head shot up, his blue eyes dark with panic, but Harrison shook his head.

“Calm down mate, I looked at it too… I thought you should see it, so you can see it wasn’t your fault. In fact, it’s no one’s fault I got hurt, nor is it your fault that guy was dead.”

Jesse slowly lifted his head, eyes meeting mine. I squeezed his hand, reaching for Harrison’s phone.

“Okay… we’ll watch it.”

When Jesse looked at me in confusion, I nudged him.

“As a team. Us three will watch it.”

Harrison shrugged, and Jesse just hummed. So I picked the first video, and started it.

 We got to the last video, and there were tears slowly dripping down Jesse’s cheeks. I finished the videos and Harrison took his phone back, pocketing it as he leaned toward Jesse.

“Told you, mate. It wasn’t your fault.”

Jesse sniffed, swiping a thumb under his eyes. He straightened from his crouched over position, meeting Harrison’s gaze.

“You’re right. It makes me feel a little better. Maybe I wasn’t entirely responsible for this but I definitely had a part in it.”

“We both did, Jess.”

Harrison glanced at his watch, groaning.

“I gotta go, Maxi said he was gonna pick me up before his date and- well, we all know how he is when he’s got a date to go on.”

We all snorted, Harrison getting up and hobbling on his crutch.

“I’ll see you at work, Jesse. See you y/n.”

“See ya Hux.”

 A week later I woke up at the crack of dawn when I heard the kettle boiling and glanced at the clock on my bedside table.

5am.

That could only mean one thing.

 In the kitchen Jesse was making coffee, his blue LIFEGUARD shirt hanging over the back of a chair at the dining table. His hat and keys sat beside it, and I wandered over to hug him. He opened his arms, accepting the hug. He pressed a kiss to my hair, sighing.

“I’m gonna go to Bondi today.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

I reached up, capturing him in an early morning kiss. Jesse squeezed me once more than glanced at his phone, groaning.

“I should get going, but I’ll call you sometime throughout the day.”

He pulled his shirt on, followed by his hat and made a beeline for the door. I rested against the counter, smiling.

“Jesse!”

“Yeah?”

“You forgot something.”

He grinned and rushed back, encasing me in a hug. I let him kiss me, then he put me down.

“I love you,” he whispered and I couldn’t help it as I buried my head in his shoulder.

“I love you too, Jesse.”

 In honour of Jesse’s first day back at work I made chicken carbonara with garlic bread- a treat in our household considering Jesse’s job. Just as I was stirring the sauce into the fettuccine the front door opened and I heard Jesse’s voice, followed my keys being tossed. I beamed, turning just in time for him to wrap me in a bear hug. I rested my head on his chest, kissing his collarbone.

“I’m so, so proud of you Jesse Pollock.”

“I did it, y/n.”

I pulled away, cupping his chin with my fingers.

“You did, and you did it when you were ready. Sit down, dinner’s just about ready.”

“Awesome, I’m hungry as.”

I laughed, serving up the two bowls.

 Throughout dinner Jesse told a couple of anecdotes about his day, involving one rescue where an older gentleman was completely naked and had gotten on to Harries’ board then farted so loud Jesse could hear it on his board a metre or so away. He explained he’d been in to see Hoppo who had put him on some calmer days of the roster- Wednesdays, since no one really visited on Wednesdays for some reason- and Friday mornings, so he could train but also be on guard. It was a good beginning mix. For the time being, Harrison was holed up in the tower until he got his stitches out. Maxi was being a huge mother-hen, clucking like crazy until Harrison made him go down to the north end for patrol.

 After dinner I joined Jesse on our couch, reclining both of our seats as he rested his head on my shoulder.

“I’m knackered babe.”

“Well then go to bed.”

“Noooo, gotta stay up…”

“Jess.”

“Mm?”

“Go to bed. Now.”

“Fine.”

He got up, pressing a kiss to my head.

“I love you. See you in there.”

“Love you too Jess.”

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[halethestilinskis]

“You broke my heart!” - Dylan O’Brien Imagine

"I can't do this anymore" The words cut through you like a hot knife, "I'm sorry" he stumbled, "I just need some space from us, I need to clear my head"

You've felt a lot of heart break, a lot of boys have caused gallons of tears to fall from your eyes, but it was never like this, it was never the love of your life ripping your heart out of your chest. 

You crumbled, fell to the floor, dropping the phone was in your hand and curled into the fetal position. You weren't sure how long you laid there, all you knew is that, when you got the call, it was light outside, and now it was dark. It was a numbing feeling. You couldn't feel anything, you felt like you were floating when you walked, you eyes fixated on nothing, your brain just powering your body.

You fell into an easy routine. Wake up, call out of work, and go back to sleep. You weren't sure if you were eating, and when you did eat, if you were getting enough.

This wasn't happening, this wasn't real, this was all a horrible nightmare that you were unable to wake up from, and yet the pain in your chest was so real, the pain you felt when crying yourself to sleep were real, and always made a wet spot on your pillow, and made your eyes 10 times heavier in the morning.

It wasn't like you could get away from him, he wasn't an average boy, his face, his life, his presence was everywhere. All over your house was his scent, his clothes, his tooth brush in the bathroom, his favorite cereal on top of the fridge. Everything was a reminder of what you just lost.

On top of that, Tumblr liked to remind you of what he was doing that day, constantly snapping pictures, and giving the fans an update of how delectable Dylan O'Brien looked today.

He was a known face, everybody drooled over him, wishing they could get a chance with him, and here he was, completely shattering your heart.

"He's not worth it" you lied to yourself out loud, picking yourself up from your bed for the first time in God knows how long and walking to the shower, where you saw his body wash, and lost yourself again.

You were like this for a week before you best friend noticed that something was wrong. At first, she thought you were just busy, maybe you were with Dylan while he was shooting, or maybe you were just busy with work like you usually were.

"(y/n)" she called, unlocking the door with the key you made for her, "Your car is in the driveway, are you home?"

You didn't say anything, you weren't sure if it was because your brain didn't register what was going on fast enough, or if it was because you didn't want anyone to see you like this, best friend or not.

"(y/n)" she called again, peaking open through the door to your room, "hey" she said sweetly, making her way to the edge of the bed, "are you okay?"

Words escaped you, but they weren't clear, which caused her to chuckled a little bit, but it was very obvious something was wrong.

"Hey" she said more seriously, "you're scaring me, is everything okay?"

You shrugged, sitting up for the first time since you crawled back into bed from your defeated shower.

"No" you said clearly, her eye's peaking concern.

"What happened?" she was nervous, her insides were panicking and you knew this, you could feel it radiating off her and prickling your skin, which was the first real thing you've felt all week.

"Dylan" was the one word answer, and you felt the heat in her face burn you.

"What, (y/n), is he okay!?" she panicked.

"He's fine" you huffed out, "I'm not".

"Oh my god, (y/n), I'm so sorry" she instantly understood, without you having to explain it to her.

She wrapped you into a hug without a second thought. You weren't sure how long the hug lasted, but it made you feel like you were in a better place with her here.

"What happened?" she asked, pulling you away from her, and out of your trance.

"I don't know" you shrugged, there was no energy left inside of you, "He called last week, and just, ended it" 

"Last week!?" she snapped, "why the hell didn't you tell me sooner!?"

"I'm so numb, (y/b/f/n)" you cried, finally able to look her in the eyes, "I don't know what to do without him, and I never wanted anyone to see me like this".

"Please, like you haven't seen me worse, and almost light my ex's car on fire" she rolled her eyes.

There was a moment of silence, where all you could hear was each other breathing and you sniffling. You truly didn't know what to say or do, and to be completely honest, you didn't really want her here. As much as you appreciated how much your best friend cared for you and your well being, all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and lose it.

Dylan was the love of your life. Six months into your relationship, you were sure this was going to be the man you married. You used to scroll through Pinterest and David's Bridal looking at wedding gowns and reception design ideas. Never looking at venues, or sharing the ideas with Dylan, but you were so sure, so set on spending the rest of your life with him.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, not sure how long you were lost in your own mind.

"I don't really know" you shrugged, not giving a convincing answer, she gave you a cross look, "what?" 

"What were you thinking about, seriously?" she asked again.

You shrugged again, not wanting to be judged for how hard you fell, and how much you were hurting, "I loved him, (y/b/f/n), like really loved him" you couldn't look at her, instead, you played with a lose string on your comforter, "I thought I was going to marry him. I thought that he was going to invite me to Italy with him, when he did this movie, and we could travel and find this beautiful spot where he could propose to me".

You could tell she didn't know what to say after the silence that followed, "I even bought a ticket to surprise him" you said, tears spilling out.

"You should go" she said we confidence, "No" she interrupted before words could come out of your mouth,  "you spent the money already, just go to Italy, and find yourself, or even run into him, see if you can work things out, I don't know, this wound isn't going to heal with you crying in your room. Go outside, go for a car ride, get some fresh air, and then pack and get on that plane, you need this".

She was finally able to look you in the eye, and it clicked in your mind. You did need this, you did need to get over, or get back together with Dylan, either one was worth a shot. You already took the days off of work, and the hotels were already books, it would be stupid to throw away this money, and your friends were all either too broke, or in class to come with you.

A few weeks passed, and you were feeling better about the situation. You couldn't admit to yourself that you were over him, but you felt the need to curl up and cry a lot less, only when things strongly reminded you of him.

People have been posting pictures of the movie being filmed, and at this point, you knew exactly where he would be when you got off the plane tomorrow afternoon.

The plane ride sucked, you thought you booked a window seat, but at the last second, the airline changed it to a middle seat, in the middle row of the plane, making it hard to do anything, including eat the complimentary dinner they gave you.

I wish Dylan was here you thought, at least you would have First Class if he bought the ticket, your mind couldn't slip away from that wish though, ruining your chance of sleeping greatly.

Six hours later, and you were finally at your layover in Amsterdam, calling your mom and best friends and letting them know you were okay.

Another hour and a half, and you were there. Your hotel was a half a mile away from the airport and you had no Euro's, so you decided to walk, the entire movie of Taken running through your mind.

Right beside your hotel was a crowd of people, you weren't really sure what Italian customs were, or if there was a beautiful landmark that all the tourists were attracted to, but you decided to check it out before you checked into your hotel, heavy suitcase and all.

And there he was, Dylan O'Brien, in the flesh, wearing the black t shirt and jeans, with black shoes, all battered looking, lip split, and wow, long hair. You stared at him longer than you cared to admit, even though every second you looked at him, the hole in your heart tore bigger, the more your stomach dropped, the more you wanted him, you couldn't look away. Seeing him laugh along with Michael Keaton, hit you so hard in the gut, you almost fell to the ground, you suitcase handle catching you, but at the end, you felt his laugh make you smile, just like he did with everyone around him.

You know in the movies, where the character sees their love interest while they're not looking, and then in slow motion, the love interest turns and locks eyes with the main character? That's exactly what happened. You watched his face drop, and felt your heart quicken, and the adrenaline pump as you saw him turn to your direction.

You quickly turned around, running across the street and into the hotel to check in. Fans started screaming, which let you know Dylan was close to gate, then metal clanging, which you assumed was Dylan jumping it.

Quickly, you checked in, thankfully there was no line and you were able to give them your name, ID, and credit card without Dylan busting in here and making a scene, even though his body guards probably picked him up and gave him a slap on the wrist for jumping the gate.

As soon as you got to your room and connected to hotel wifi, you saw you had a three missed calls and five texts all from Dylan, all asking where you were, and as you were about to text back, another call came in. This was it, you didn't want it as soon as you got off a plane and walked a half a mile, but this was it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, (y/n)" he sounded a little out of breathe, maybe nerves?

"Hey" you said simply, suddenly regretting coming to this country.

"Am I seeing things or did I just see you here" definitely nervous.

You cleared your throat, feeling your stomach quiver, "uh, yeah, I'm here"

There was a silence you weren't sure what to make of. He gave a deep sigh, which you could only assume he was either rubbing his face, or took his phone away from his face and looked at the sky.

"Why?" he said suddenly, you weren't able to tell if it was annoyed or sincere.

You took another deep breathe, regretting everything, thinking of things to say when you cuss out (y/b/f/n).

"It's a kind of a long story" you said after a nervous gulp, and after a couple seconds of silence, you realize he wasn’t going to leave it like that.

You sighed, "I already bought a ticket to surprise you before- well- you dumped me- and I didn't want to waste like 3 grand, so I decided to come, and I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be so close to your shoot, I'm not going to come bother you" you rambled.

He listened with a dumb smirk as you talked and defended yourself, although you didn't have to.

"Come by" you could hear the smirk.

"What?" you scoffed out at the end of the rant.

"Come by" he repeated, "I've missed you".

"Dyl" you sighed, not sure if it was a good idea, although you thought it was on the flight here.

"Or I can go there, but it's going to be a few more hours, I thought I'd show you what the set looks like"

You didn't know what to say, you wanted to see him, your heart ached for him, but you weren't sure how all this was going to turn out.

You sighed again, giving into it all, "Where can I meet you?" 

The smile appeared again, "Just go to the gate, I'll get you over it".

"Okay, I'll see you soon, keep a look out" you agreed.

You hung up the phone and sat on the bed, letting a tear slip out before you dolled yourself up. This was a lot harder than expected, being away from him, not texting or hearing his voice, numbed you. There were days where you thought of him, and cried over him, but the heartbreak wasn't nearly as bad as it was the day you got the call.

An hour later, you were able to send him a text saying you were on your way. It would've been sooner, but you got caught up looking at the set from your window, looking at Dylan really.

"Excuse me" you said politely before it hit you that these were all Italians, and just ended up pushing through them, and waiting for Dylan to catch your eye, which only took 3 seconds.

"Hey" he grinned, calling over one of the guards and having him help you over the fence while fans screamed and cussed at you in Italian.

"Hi" you said back, unable to meet his stare.

"So" he cleared his throat, and maneuvered you forward with a hand on your waist, burning your skin through your clothes, "this is the set, Keaton just left so I can't introduce you, but I have to shoot a couple scenes in a few minutes if you want to stay for that, or you can walk around, up to you"

You smiled at him, when he wasn't looking, of course, "I think I'll stick around and watch".

"Great" he said, leaning down and giving you a kiss on the cheek, "I'll see you in a little bit".

He ran off before he realized what he did, and all you could do was touch your cheek and smile, your face burning hot, you turned to look at him as he was running toward a trailer, just in time for him to around and yell a sorry, effectively making you feel terrible and immense happiness at the same time. 

You weren't sure what to do without him here, you didn't know anyone here, and you didn't want to accidentally walk into a place that you were unwelcome in, or where Dylan couldn't find you. A small walk away, under the tent you saw Dylan under earlier, was his chair. No one was around, you did a full 360 turn before taking a seat and looking through social media on your phone.

A few moments later, you heard "READY?" followed by "ACTION" and you watched Dylan shoot that same scene so many times, you could probably do it, and say every line with ease, run a little bit and fall onto a mat while pretending to shoot a gun, you just wouldn't look as graceful and well, sexy, while you did it.

Hours passed, even though it didn't feel like it, watching Dylan shoot his scenes was much more entertaining than you thought. 

"How'd I do?" Dylan asked, jogging up to you with sweat beading up on his face.

"I actually had a lot of fun watching" you smirked at him.

"I messed up that much huh?" he winked with a grin, before you playfully hit him with a smile.

"You did great" you affirmed, getting up from the chair, "Are you done for the day, or what?"

"Yeah, I’m done, I was just going to run and take a shower and then I can meet you in the hotel" he said, pointing across the street.

"Why don't you just shower in the room, I'm sure it has better pressure and hotter water" you offered, your face burning at the invitation.

He paused, "uh yeah, I mean, it won't be awkward right?"

"No, not at all" you pushed the idea away, although it the back of your mind you knew it would and could be.

There was an awkward silence walking all the way to his trailer to get some clothes and then walking to the hotel. Guards were every where making sure he was safe and even stood outside your hallway to make sure no fans were coming up and knocking on the door, even though a guard standing by it made it pretty obvious which room you were in.

When you got in the room, you showed Dylan where the bathroom was, even though it's in the same place as every other hotel in the world, and then sat on the bed, turning on the TV, and again realizing, you can't speak Italian, so you went your laptop to watch some Netflix.

"How do you feel?" you asked Dylan as he was towel drying his hair, walking out of the bathroom, like a God. At least he had a shirt on.

"Good" he smiled, "What are you watching?"

"Guess" you smirked.

"Hm, could be a couple of things" he smiled, thinking about the usual shows you binge, "could be FRIENDS, Supernatural, or Gilmore Girls".

You grinned at the pause screen of Rachel telling Ross they need a break, "first one".

"Knew it" he smirked, his Stiles coming out, sitting on the bed next to you, throwing the towel to the chair.

You played out the rest of the episode, and the one after that before you grew the confidence to tell Dylan you guys needed to have a talk.

"So" you shifted awkwardly, "I guess this is when we have that talk".

You were looking at him through your lashes, unable to look him in the eye, you were uncomfortable, and he knew it, not saying a word until you looked up at him, he always hated when you hid from what you were feeling.

"Yeah" he shifted a little to face you, "I guess so".

There was a moment of silence, you weren't sure if you were supposed to start to apology, even though you had nothing to apologize for, or if he was thinking about what he wanted to say, either way, something had to be said in the next few seconds or you were going to implode. The tension was so thick, you felt as though it was strangling you, making you unable to speak although you so badly wanted to.

"I'm sorry" he said, looking at the bed, this time, he was unable to meet your gaze.

"What?" you choked out, not expecting him to actually apologize.

"Being here" he paused, "being away from you- it's stressful- and we've been dealing with it for so long, just being able to see you for a few weeks before I start another project in a different place that you can't come. All of my agents telling me to tell you to lay low, that you can't come with me to shoots, and we can't be seen together, it's a lot of pressure, and I just felt like I was drowning, I couldn't do it".

He rambled on more, but you stopped listening after that sentence, because the rest wasn't as important as those words.

"I get it" you stopped him.

"You don't" he shook his head, "I've missed you so much, we've missed so much as a couple, I'm not even sure we ever were a couple, just people who dumbly fell in love and fucked around a lot".

"Dylan" you rolled your eyes, "Look, I don't GET it because I've never been through your pressure, but I understand" you looked at him, letting him know you were being sincere, "you never told me about your agents, you never told me anything at the end, I was beginning to think I did something wrong and you were punishing me"

He smirked, but it was definitely a sad one, "I'm sorry" he said again.

"It's alright, I just- I don't know how to fix this- or us, or" you paused, realizing you could be reading the wrong impression, "if you even want to work this out".

"(y/n)" he sighed, and that's all you needed to hear.

"I get it" you admitted, feeling defeated and like a complete idiot for actually coming on this trip. The tears were starting to sting, the wound peeled back and fresh again. He couldn't see you like this.

"You're not even going to let me talk before you start tearing up?" he was smirking, this was a joke to him.

"You don't have to" you sniffed, "I get it, you don't have to explain yourself.

"What are you talking about, (y/n)" he scrunched his face in confusion. You looked up to see his face, not seeing a sad little Dylan anymore, but seeing an annoyed one for you not letting him talk, "I was GOING to say, yeah, I do want to make it work".

"What?" you breathed out, a tear falling.

"Stop saying that" he rolled his eyes, wiping the tear that fell, "I love you, more than anything in the world, the pressure was just so much, and I made a stupid decision, and I'm sorry that you've been hurting and dealing with it for the past month- and before you say you've been fine, I've talked to (y/b/f/n)- I know you've been in your room and called out of work for like a week straight".

"What did you expect?" your eyes bore through his, "for everything to move on as normal, you shattered me, Dylan, you broke my heart. I thought we were going to get married, buy a house, have some kids and grow old together, while we watch our grandkids, and then I wake up at 3 AM to a call from you that you can't do this anymore".

"Do you think I wasn't hurting too!?" he took offense, "Do you think I didn't let some tears fall in my trailer, and have to go back to make up to make it all go away, because there were a lot of those days for me too" he stood up.

"I didn't know what to think!" you scolded, "You left me, you did the equivalent of packing a suitcase and fucking leaving in the middle of the night!"

"I didn't know it would hurt you that much, I thought I was only hurting myself" he said reluctantly.

"You don't think I love you as much, if not more, than you love me- you thought I just had a list of side fuckboys I could run off to and forget about everything we had, every picture, every memory I have burned into my brain!?"

"That's not what I meant" he shook his head.

You started ranting some more, looking at him sink lower until he was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, he really didn't think it was going to be this bad.

"What if I didn't come here?" you asked suddenly, "Would you have came back to me, texted or called me at all to get back together or to see if I was alright?"

"I didn't think you'd want to hear from me, so I left you alone, and texted (y/b/f/n) to check up on you" he forced.

"And getting back together? Would that happen if I wasn't here right now?" you reiterated.

"I don't know" he said honestly, "You're here now, and that's all that matters, right?" 

You thought for a minute before replying. No matter how much Dylan hurt you, made you cry, or call in sick to work, you loved this idiot, and this fight was going no where.

"Yeah" you breathed out, "I'm sorry".

"Don't ever be sorry" he said sincerely, grabbing your hand, and pulling you in for a hug, "I've missed you" he said into your hair, kissing your head while you breathed in his scent, "Every second of every day I've thought about you, and this, just being here with you, experiencing Italy with you before and after shoots" he gave a small chuckle, tightening his grip.

"You're all I ever wanted, Dyl" you spoke into his chest.

More silence came after that, but it was comfortable silence, just hugging and rocking with him. Finally you pulled back and looked at him, his brown eyes boring into yours, before you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and brushed your lips against his, only for him to pull you in for a real kiss, where you felt as light as air, like you were flying.

When you disconnected, it took a few seconds for you brain to work again, and a few more seconds for you to pull him in again and stand there for a little while longer, just enjoying his presence in your arms.

"One more thing" you mentioned, pulling back just enough to look at him. He cocked his eyebrow, wondering what else you were about to bring up after just making up.

"This hair" you looked at him, grabbing a piece of his hair that was almost to his shoulders, "has to go".

He chuckled, and you joined in, "trust me, I can't wait to cut this shit off and trim this" he ran his hands through the beard.

"How many more weeks?" you wondered out loud.

"Three" he paused, "Three long ass weeks and then I'm free to come home and cut all this shit off".

"I might just stay until then" you winked, knowing you'll probably get fired.

"I wouldn't mind" he smirked, leaning down to pepper you in kisses again, at least this time, you were heading to the bed.