#i woke at 10 am !! and slept at 2 oh god how amazing for me /gen

[astrxealis]

hi guys good afternoon 🥺

[that-one-weird-kid-from-school]

Oh me oh my, I really fucking hate time!

Yeah, I know, I have been complaining a lot about time recently, but even if I made 3 2-mile long posts a week for 5 months and 11 days straight about how much I despise time, that would only show a third of my pure hatred for time.

Every day I go to sleep; and every time I go to sleep, I never expect to wake up tomorrow, I never expect tomorrow to come, yet every time I do; every day when I am thrust into reality, it never feels right, it always feels like this shouldn't be happening, but I just gotta deal with that and wait until I fall back asleep only to eventually wake up again, wake up tomorrow.

Up until soon, I did not think of anything when I went to sleep, I wasn't expecting tomorrow, blissfully not thinking about time, but I now think about time, and the more that I think about time, the more I despise it; so recently, when I go to sleep, the only thing that I think about is how much I wished and begged for tomorrow not to come, to not wake up tomorrow.

But tomorrow always comes.

But today, I had a plan to outsmart time: if I willingly chose to sleep all day, then there wouldn't have been no tomorrow, because tomorrow never came, because I slept through all of tomorrow.

So that is what I tried to do, when I felt myself waking up, I chose to not open my eyes, I stayed in sleep mode, I stayed in my blissful state of mind where there is no time for so long; but eventually, I have been woken up at 1:30 PM, apparently, the package that I ordered has arrived; the plan has to go on hold, I need my beads.

And so, I went outside to get my package; on the way there, I got new string, and also, I saw an amazing notebook, it worked perfect for my plan; also, that was a fine notebook, and I know what I'm saying, I have seen my fare share of notebooks, I have a whole library of notebooks, that notebook was very thick, but sadly, it was a yearly notebook, so I need to wait for the next year to come.

That journey took a lot out of me, I did not drink any alcohol but, every minute that passed, I felt less and less sober, my brain is fogging up every moment that I don't watch piercing fail reaction videos; in the end, I went home half the man I used to be, but at least I got my beads; but when I checked the time, I saw that it was 5 PM, how the fuck did that happen, I went outside immediately after I woke up; the crazier part still was when I got distracted for about 10-30 minutes, it suddenly got to 9 PM, like, no fucking time has passed and now it's dark!

I swear, time really wants me to fucking die.

But, I can hear you from the other side of the screen, with your little nose, saying something like, "I get it, man. Time is an ever-present force that affects us equally. No matter how much we run away from it, we can never escape, time always catches up. And even if we die, time will still keep going; if the entire human race dies one day, time will still exist forever more. We are nothing but ants trying to lie in such an immovable reality called time." Shut the fuck up; you don't know what we're saying, you bitch-ass; go get some real problems and then talk to me.

Or you might be saying something like "what's your deal with time, dude? i get how it feels when you lose track of time and then it flies by. but when you pay attention to it, it is pretty reliable. i don't see why you hate time so much" To that I say: good for you, go sit in the corner right there and be ignorantly blissful and don't bother me; I don't want to explain to you the horrors that I experience every day, but in short, I have a fucked up sense of time, 5 hours ago genuinely feel like yesterday; and trying to make a reason to that is a fucking nightmare.

It really seems like time wants me to die earlier than I would usually do, but I won't do it yet, I have a job to do; if I hear another word come out of your goddam mouth, I swear to fucking god, I'm gonna punch your chest so hard that it breaks your internalized clock; we'll see who's laughing now when that constant ticking and tacking drives you so mad that it leads you into doing desperate actions!

I swear, this time thing is going to be the death of me...

[julysn]

julia really needs to sleep: late night rants with yours truly

topic: this one gorgeous fanfic that got deleted on thanksgiving and now i haven’t been happy ever since.

time: 2:10 cst

i love ranting about this silly deleted fic

129 days.

a hundred and twenty nine days since that fanfic has been deleted and i couldn’t download a copy before the author did so.

i haven’t smiled since the day before. i haven’t laughed since the day before. i haven’t felt an ounce of joy since the day before.

i woke up on thanksgiving day expecting some good ass turkey but what i got was as if that turkey had expired and mold all over it.

NO SERIOUSLY THAT FANFIC WAS SO GOOD YALL DONT GET ME. it was a sp one and i don’t think i have ANY sp mutuals here?? so.. lemme explain..

it was a kyle broflovski academic rivals to lovers. fake relationship trope. i remember sm of the fic despite not having read it for months??/ i even downloaded a pdf so i could read it on a fight 2 detroit but I DELETED IT AFTERWARD. JULIA WTF.

plot/thingy/intro: so basically stan had to pull y/n into the janitors closet bc y/n was on the cheer team + bsfs with wendy (sp lore: stan and wendy are dating) and he tells her sm about college? FUCK I FOROT IT BUT ANYWAYS

also everyone’s aged up to hs. feel like that’s self explanatory but i am not reading an elementary fic hell no busters

and then craig and tweek (sp lore: they’re dating) walk in and they’re like “… 😦😦” bc one male one female in janitors closet why wouldn’t u think that and craig went “….this is our makeout closet” I LAUGHED SO JARD LMFAO

and so stan uses the excuse that he was confronting y/n about being on a date w kyle broflibskii!!11! omg. and it’s shocking bc everyone knows they’re enemies so craig + tweek believe it.

and since this took place during lunch, and kyle eats lunch in the gymnasium so the two go there and stan explains the mess he dragged them into and he’s like “pwease ☹️ pwease i don’t want wendy to think i cheated on her WITH HER FRIEND!” so yk kyle agrees and they hug and shit

scenes that happened that i remember: OMG. THIRD CHAPYER. y/n was eating in the gym in the bleachers and kyle used her lap as a pillow and they shared a peanut butter and jelly sandwich i loved this scene oh my god it was so cute

also: lore drop: y/n is cartmans cousin. i don’t need to say much to explain anything, if you’ve been on the internet for at least a month you’d know about his character

so after a game since y/n is on the cheer team she goes home and OH NAUR. CARTMAN LOCKED HER OUT FOR DATING KYLE OH NAURRRR. and it’s raining too! so y/n gets all soaked in the rain and kyle finds her so he takes her to his place and she has to shower and wear his clothes and it’s cute

they didn’t sleep in the same bed. NOOOOOO but he slept on the floor and let her take his bed what a gentleman k lived this fic so i loved it with all of my soul and heart pls come back.

dead on arrival by strawbebbyparks u changed my life forever.

ever since i first read that fic, i have been prettier. my hair looks better now, i look better now and i finally have a solid clothing style that suits me. i am feeling much more well.

i have not gotten sick within the time period that the fic was up on tumblr + ao3. but i swear i had a massive cold days after it got deleted. NOOOOOOOOOOO,,LKKK

please it was so good.

i’m manifesting that the author is just rewriting everything and she’ll re upload it w better writing + scenes soon bc I MISS DOA SM IT WAS SO GOOD

i remember having an online friend and in the middle of the night i’d be there and we’d be having a convo on how it was the best kyle x reader and no one could top it. doa was amazing

that fic motivated me into writing again too omg i remember reading it and immediately beginning to wri my own kyle fics

i remember waking up on summer days METICULOUSLY checking my notifications to see if k got an update email. and if i did i would be screaming and giggling and kicking my feet just reading it over and over again

also i’m js exaggerating like i’ve obviously been mourning the fic but i wasn’t THAT sad 😭😭

[ramp-it-up]

Tío Rafa

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader; Rafael Casal x Family Word Count: 1402, Head Cannon Style

Warnings: None really. Google translate for Spanish and Portuguese, Fluff; the teeniest bit of relationship angst; babysitting, family; what happens when toddlers ingest junk food then jump around; baby cursing?

A/N: This is another combination of an ask for “Fun Uncle Rafa,” and one for a certain line which was probably an angst prompt but I turned it into fluff. Sorry, not sorry Nonnie. Cause it’s a Celebration Heaux! 🎉🎊🍾

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Rafa had ONE job.  To keep his niece alive for 8 hours.

You and Rafael were in town for an appearance, but had a few days of down time to visit family. You had already spent the day before with the entire fam, eating and laughing at his mom’s house. 

Today, you were going to treat his sister Gabriela to an afternoon at the spa.

She worked hard as a teacher and was wrangling her beautiful 2 and a half year old by herself over the Spring Break because her husband was out of town. 

It was the perfect opportunity for him to spend time with his niece. 

Rafa was a little hurt because last night, the beautiful little girl shied away from him because she hadn’t really gotten to know him.

Today was going to fix that. You thought of it not only for Gabriela, but for Rafael as well.

He often talked about how much he wanted to spend more time with his niece and that he wished the connection were stronger.

This was in part because there was a language barrier when he facetimed, as Gabriela and her husband were raising the Sofia to speak Portuguese, not Spanish or even English.

Luckily, he was still Tío Rafa in Spanish or Portuguese. He’d take it.

When talking about his sister’s beautiful baby, he got this look in his eyes and then he would start wondering aloud what your kids would look like.

You didn’t know how to take it because most of the time he bragged about never having children.

You loved him so much, but you weren’t sure if you agreed with him or not in these rare moments.

You weren’t sure if your future together was long term and involved bringing another human into the world. You two were just enjoying being together.

Right?

Rafa loved being a free spirit. You loved being spontaneous.  How would you two be as parents?

The whole morning, Rafa was talking about the upcoming day.  He was excited, nervous and unsure. You had never quite seen him like that.  

“Babe, you can do anything you set your mind to. You’re her uncle.  You love her. You’re the most gentle man I know.”

Rafa smiled and took you in his arms, kissed you, then got anxious again.

“But what if I can’t do it?  What if something goes wrong and Gabriela never lets me see her again?”

“It will be fine.”

But Rafa wasn’t too sure.

Turned out Gabriela wasn’t too sure either.  You could tell by her wide eyes, bags of supplies, and laundry list of instructions that she was nervous when she arrived at your suite at 10 am.

But after Rafael took the baby and looked at her adoringly, Gabriela visibly relaxed.

“Fica comigo mamãe!”  Sofia sat up in Rafael’s arms and reached for her mother. Gabriela didn’t take her from Rafa, but went close, rubbed her back, and spoke to her in a soothing tone.

“Shhhh. Sofia, está tudo bem. Você estará com seu Tio Rafa.” She gave her a hug before smiling at Rafa and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Sofia settled down and watched, fascinated.  

Gabriela whispered something in his ear and he nodded, kissing her cheek in return.  “No te preocupe Gabriela.”

Before you and left, you went and hugged Rafa and smiled at Sofia, whispering in his ear, too.

“Don’t panic. She can smell fear.” 

Rafa chuckled and said, “Ha, ha.”  You winked at him as you two walked out of the door. “We’ll be back by 6.”

After you left, Rafa was left to stare at his niece. 

“So what do you want to do?” He asked. Sofia answered, babbling in a mix of baby talk and Portuguese.

Rafael didn’t understand a word, but he responded as if he did. “Really! What a great idea!” He was rewarded with a laugh.

From the minute Rafa walked her through the Shoe entrance to Children’s Fairlyland, she had a ball.  

The animals, Pinoccio and the Three Little Pigs were a hit. 

Everything she pointed to that she wanted to eat and that Rafa bought her was a hit.

But the carousel, the Jolly Trolly and especially the Puppet Theatre were her favorites.  

And when the day was done, Tío Rafa was her favorite as well.

Sofia began to parrot what he said in English and Rafa’s chest swelled. He was teaching her language, one of his favorite things.

As they walked back to the car, she fell asleep in his arms. He buckled her into the car seat and smoothed her hair back from her damp forehead.

She was still asleep when they got back. He put her on the bed, surrounded by pillows. He watched her adorable little baby cheeks as she slept.

It was four thirty, about an hour and a half from when you all were due to return.

Rafael sat on the couch, confident that Sofia was knocked out like Deebo, he started working, recording some lines for verses he needed to have when he got back in the studio with Diggs.

You and Gabriela come back, having had a wonderful time at the spa, brunching and getting massages, pedicures, the works.

She was amazed that Sofia was sleeping peacefully, and you could tell Rafa was proud.

“What, did you think I couldn’t do it?” You smiled as he preened.  You put your arms around him as you watched Gabriela go gather Sofia in her arms.

“Mamãe…” Sofia murmured as she woke up, excited.  She bounced a little on the bed as she started saying words in English.

Gabriela was impressed, but moved to get her to stop bouncing as Rafa started carrying her stuff out to Gabriela’s car.

All of a sudden Sofia shouted, “Rise, Shiiiii, Muhfuka!” Just as Rafa came back in the door.

Everyone stopped moving. Except Sofia, who was still bouncing on the bed.

Gabriela turned to Rafa. “Did she just….?”

The next sounds were of the bed springs squeaking, Sofia repeating, “Rise, Shiiiii, Muhfuka!” and her vomiting a pink mess of cotton candy, hot dogs, and strawberry soda all over the hotel duvet.

“Oh shit!” ;“Rafa! What the hell?”  “Oh God, I’ll go run a bath.”  You were all speaking at the same time while Sofia cried.

Gabriela stripped Sofia’s clothes off, Rafa grabbed the corners of the duvet to keep it from going everywhere, balled it up, and put it outside the door to the suite. You made sure the bath is warm and helps Gabriela get the girl into a bath.

Rafa sat back down on the couch, put his head in his hands and called housekeeping.

You didn’t say anything to Gabriela as she bathed Sofia and cursed Rafa under her breath.  

An hour later, Gabriela and Sofia were finally ready to go.  Rafa watched them from across the room as you said goodbye.  

Sofia spotted him, demanded down from her mother’s arms and ran to Rafael.

“Want Tio Rafa!”  

You weren’t crying, Gabriela was.  

Honestly you were all crying.

“Sorry Little One. Mamãe is gonna get you home now.”

Rafa brought her back to Gabriela, still sure that he wouldn’t get to see her again.

“Rafael…” he braced to be blessed out.  “You owe me a drink.  So I’m gonna take your girl out tomorrow night, with your credit card, and you’re gonna watch Sofia again.”

His eyes got wide. He looked at you and you nodded at him to respond. “O-okay.”

Gabriela turned to Sofia. “Veremos o Tio rafa amanhã à noite, certo?”

Sofia nodded, smiled and clapped. You two walked them out to their car, and  Rafa buckled her in her carseat, kissed her on the forehead as she waved and blew him a kiss as they drove away.

You two went inside, and rode the elevator back up to your room in silence, smiling at each other.

Housekeeping had replaced the duvet, and the room looked as if nothing had happened.

You relaxed on the balcony, looking at the stars.  You still hadn’t spoken, not wanting to harsh the vibe. You watched Rafa’s profile as he gazed up.

Finally, he turned and gathered you in his arms.  He looked at you for a long time.

“I want our daughter to look just like you.”

You opened your mouth and before you could speak, Rafael kissed your breath away.

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[mr-smith-wesson]

7 pm

"She's finally asleep, I don't know why she's been fighting sleep so much. Maybe a sleep regression." Sam joined Dean in the kitchen helping him out away the dishes.

"You've been reading that book again haven't you? Babies are all different. You gave me hell some nights, you had to be on my chest, the moment I moved you off you woke up. We just have to figure out what's Marie's thing."

8:36 pm

*Baby crying*

"I'll get her, just keep watching your show." Sam got up from the couch, putting his book away.

"You sure? I can get her Sam, you put her to sleep the first time." Dean was always wanting to help out with Marie and Sam was grateful for it but he was determined to be able to handle this as much as he could on his own.

"Yeah it's not a big deal." Sam went to the nursery the brothers decorated for their newly adopted daughter. The adoption agency had tried telling the brothers that a 6 month old was probably too much for them and that an older child would be better. They took one look at her and fell in love.

"Shhh baby girl it's ok" Sam gently rocked her back and forth, humming for her as her little eyes closed shut again. He looked up to see Dean in the doorway.

"You're a natural at this." Dean smiled fondly at the pair.

9:45pm

"Get some sleep Sam, I got her this time." Dean pulled himself from the bed, padding softly to Marie's room. Sam could hear Dean softly talking to her on the baby monitor. It hurt Sam how quickly she fell back asleep with Dean but he has to remind himself that Dean has had more experience with kids.

"She's already asleep?" Sam was trying to hide the sadness is his voice.

"Yeah and before you think she doesn't like you it's not that. Babies are weird man. Now scoot over and let's get some sleep." Dean placed a kiss on the side of Sam's head. "G'night Sammy"

10:20

"I got her, you got work in the morning." Sam slid out of bed making his way to her room. "Sweetie, what's going on now?" Same checked, she wasn't wet, didn't want a bottle. Sam couldn't figure out what it was. He sat in the rocking chair with her rocking back and forth, singing to her until she fell back asleep.

Midnight.

"Sleep dean. I got her." Sam swore he just came back to bed, he ended staying up with Marie in the rocking chair for about an hour to make sure she was really asleep.

"I'll just bring her in here with us Sammy, the nursery is probably a little too much for her right now. She's only 8 months." Dean got out of bed, bringing Marie to their bed and setting up the mini crib. "See that way if she wakes up she's right next to us."

1:30

Sam was used to the crying at this point, he was good at running on no sleep but sleep deprivation from a baby was a whole new level of exhaustion.

"Shhh you're gonna wake up your daddy de, it's ok honey." Sam walked back to the bed with Marie in his arms. He figured one night of co-sleeping wouldn't hurt them.

Dean woke up at 5 am to get ready for work, he turned his head to see Marie in-between him and Sam. She was clinging onto Dean's shirt.

7pm

"Hey Sammy try giving her this tonight instead." Dean handed Sam one of his flannels.

"Your shirt? Why?" Sam looked up at Dean in confusion.

"Just trust me." Dean had a feeling that was going to help her sleep through the night.

9pm

"She hasn't woken up, what if something's wrong?" Sam was about to get out of bed to go check on her.

"She's fine Sammy, look we can see her on the monitor. She's sound asleep." Dean handed the baby monitor to Sam, which clearly showed their baby girl sound asleep wrapped up in Dean's shirt.

"I don't get it. I'm doing the same bedtime routine with her, I'm doing everything by the book, I even took the parenting classes at the hospital and I still don't know what I'm doing." Sam was trying hard to fight back the tears.

"Sammy, hey look at me baby." Dean gently grabbed Sam's face, you are the best parent ever, you're an amazing brother and you're so good with her. But I've been saying, kids are weird. The shirt smells like me so she's relaxed, she slept in between both of us last night and she felt safe. I guarantee you that if you gave her something of yours for her crib, she'll keep sleeping through the night."

"You really think so?" Sam sniffled.

"It worked with you. Up until you were like 3 you slept on my chest or with one of my shirts. Tomorrow we'll give her one of your shirts and you'll see."

7pm

"Ok, little miss has been bathed, fed, changed, swaddled into one of your gargantuan shirts and is already out like a light." Dean joined Sam on the porch, the cool fall breeze blowing gently around them.

"What if she wakes up because it's not your shirt" Sam hated feeling like this but he knew Dean knew best.

"She's gonna sleep, trust me Sammy."

6am

"Hey sweet girl, you slept the whole night oh my goodness." Sam gently picked her up out of her crib. Dean was right. Their shirts helped her stay asleep. Later that day during Marie's playtime, Sam set to work sewing together 2 of their old shirts into a blanket for her. Marie never gave them a hard time of sleeping through the night again….at least until the terrible 2's started up but that's a different story.

~~~End~~~

😭😭😭 GOD. sam feeling like a bad parent I’m heartbroken :( !! they love their kid so much. I wish to live in this world you created. sam and dean raising a little girl is so !!! I’m squealing god this is an absolute mood booster for me. I’d literally read 50 chapters on this and I MEAN it. Anon you are the best 😚😚

[kimthwariru]

Another Day

Jungkook x Reader 

Page 5

"Y/N Y/N Y/N" May's screams woke you up from your 4pm nap.

"May, unless North Korea bombed us, I don't wanna hear it, honestly" you squeezed your eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden sun light.

"Something even bigger happened!!" She jumped up and down like a 5 year old. "We're going to our first collage partyyyy!!!"

You take a minute to fully open your eyes and face her. "I'll go back to sleep" you cover your face with your blanket.  It was true that you slept a lot during the weekends. Of course, you were tired from the constant classes throughout the week, but in reality, you sleep because it's easier. At the end of the day, your only relief is to sleep. When you're sleeping you're not sad, you're not reminiscent, you're not lonely. When you sleep you are nothing, you are free.

"So. Not. Fun!!!!" She grabbed your blanket covered body and started pushing around, playfully. "Oh come on y/n, you have to shower, shave and get dressed before 9!!"

"My dearest friend May, do you know the date today?!"

"Of course, it's Saturday, July 3th!"

"Which also happens to be the date that 'Fight for us' season 2 is released! I am NOT going to miss the first episode of the most thrilling show ever created in history."

May opened her mouth, the thought of you staying in to watch your favorite show instead of going out to party with her seemed to have startled her. A lot... "ohhh haha I get it" she laughed.

You raised an eyebrow, obviously confused by what she just said

"You're pranking me right? Ohhh y/n your acting is getting good?? Maybe you should try for the collage play."

You shake your head "May, I'm being dead serious..."

"Oh come on dude!! What time does it air?"

"11 pm"

"Great! Then we go to the party at 9, and around 11 you can stay in my car to watch your show!! Deal?"

You rolled your eyes, amazed at how much May seemed to want the two of you to attend this party. "Why do you wanna go so badly anyway?" You chuckled, while getting up to make your bed

"Oh" she seemed startled by your question "No reason..... only just... you know!!"

You glared at her "May, spit it"

"Well Hoseok is going..."

"OH MY GOD- You little"

"Hey hey hey it's nothing ok it's not like he asked me to go"

"Oh..."

She threw a sneaky smile "Well he did. He did by the way, he asked me to go. Hoseok asked me-"

"OH MY GOD MAY"

"OH MY GOD Y/N"

"What are you going to wear??" You we're so genuinely happy for May. She didn't have a crush on a decent dude in years.

"My lucky black dress of course!!!" she pushed you gently. "Oh by the way, I heard Felix is going as well"

You give May a look "Good, but why are you telling me?"

"Oh, you know why" She smirked.

To be honest. Felix did circle you around a lot. He even asked you for your phone and you two talked a lot on iMessage. There was a moment when you had to ask yourself if you were going somewhere with all this. But you came to realize that you weren't ready for something more. Felix was a good friend though-also hella cute-.

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The drive to the party was quite a short one. It was only 10 minutes away from the campus. The house was a huge 2 story mansion with a large pool and a hot tub. Makes you wonder what kind of collage student could afford this place.

After getting off the car, you and May headed of to the front huge door.

"Ayy you guys made it!!" Hoseok immediately acknowledged you, which makes you think he and May indeed have something going on, no matter how much May refused it on the way here.

"Hoseok!!! Awesome place" May hugged him first, and then you followed

"You like it?"

"You kidding? I could have my wedding here!" May and Hoseok laughed.

"Well enjoy yourselves! I'll join you in a bit" Hoseok showed you the way to where the main party was held. Obviously the pool. Now that you think about it, You're kinda glad you came.

"Y/N!" You feel a hand caress your back.

You quickly turn around and you are greeted with Felixs bright smile "Felix! Hey!"

"Really glad you came" he flashed another smile while passing you a drink

"You know what? me too" you took a large sip. The taste of alcohol was long lost from your pallet. You kind of missed it.

page 6

[agentsoftie]

Sleepless Nights ( S.R ) p.2

summary: Y/N and Reid aren’t the most fond of each other. So what happens when sleep, have to share a bed, and get married?

pairing: Y/N x Spencer Reid

a/n: a/n: AHH okay so here it is! It’s my first au so it’s probably not the best. But big thanks to @anepiphany! Ani baby none of this would be happening without you! Thank you for you tips and making me not go insane! Also pls tell me if I slept something wrong cuz like, your girl not the best when it comes to it. Also there will def be a loophole somewhere in my case and if you find one, just let it slide because life is filled with loopholes ❤️ also this is gonna be a two parter! ( this is the second part )

warnings: mentions of a case, angst and blood (the smallest amount), fluff really though

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“So today happened,” you say while you got into bed.

Yeah, today happened. So, I guess we're gonna do this thing huh,”

Wait, is he asking me out? you think to yourself. No dumbass of course he isn't. He's talking about the event thing. you say to yourself mentally. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“So, sleep huh.” He asked awkwardly.

“What?”

“You know, sleep. Like us, together. No, wait t-that came out wrong. I meant like we’re gonna sleep, but ike together on the same bed. But if you're not tired then we-” He got cut off by you when you grabbed his arm. Immediately he looked down at your hand and then up. He looked like he had just seen a ghost and gotten an A in a class you were failing at, at the same time.

“Breathe, just breathe. How ‘bout you take a shower huh.” You say in an airy voice while still holding onto his arm.

“Uh, okay. Yeah, a shower. That sounds good.” He said, forcing you to let go of his hand.

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It takes him 10 minutes to finish taking his shower. Tonight he comes out wearing another pair of basketball shorts and another tee. It really makes you wonder if all he goes to sleep in is a pair of shorts and a tee. Like really Reid come on. You have money, use it on some proper pj’s. Although you're one to argue wearing another pair of shorts and a loose crop top.

“You said last night that there was no hot water so it took you ten minutes, well this time there still was and it again still (italicize) took you ten minutes. Like what the fuck!”

“I'm not really one for hot water. But my statement last night still remains true, you took up the hot water.”

“ Reid, this is a hotel. They almost always have hot water running.”

“Okay well, I don’t care!”

“I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.”

“Ha, so you admit it!”

“Admit what?”

“That I’m smarter than you!”

“Well in certain areas, yes,” you said in an annoyed tone. He was smirking at your struggle for answering. “Ugh, can we just go to sleep.” You say not wanting to continue this conversation.

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You woke up to the sound of rain pouring outside. The skies were as gray as a child on a monday. You felt something on your stomach and to your surprise that feeling was a man known as Dr. Spencer freaking Reid. He was laying on you with his head right under your chin. You were holding his hand and your legs were intertwined with his again. You can't remember what happened last night to lead up to this, but what's done is done. The person you've been pining over for the last 3 years was here laying on you and looking like a fucking god.

Your phone started to ring causing him to wake up.

“Emily? Oh, okay yeah, I'll be there in 20.” She told you to go to the address that she had sent you. Saying to bring Reid with you to get your outfits for tonight. “Reid, come on we gotta go.” You say looking down at the art that was placed in front of you.

“No, I don't wanna leave. I just wanna sleep.” You had never seen this side to him before. So soft and sweet. Was the universe trying to make you fall for him? If so, then it was working.

“No come on, we have to get our outfits for tonight. We have to get ready and eat something. So come on, get up.” you say trying to get up but failing because he holds you back.

“No. sleep.” He mumbles half awake.

“Spencer, how ‘bout this. How about you sleep for a little until I take a shower and stuff. Then you can get up.”

“Okay, fine.” And with that he was out, leaving you go gaze over the literal form of perfection.

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“Y/L/N how long does it take to get changed?” Reid yelled.

“Oh will you shush!”

“Geez, no need to get so mean.”

“Iswear I will backhand you so hard if you don't shut up!” You say while walking out. And at the sight of seeing you he was speechless. Staring at you like you had something stuck in your teeth. “What?” You say looking down at your black floor length gown.

“No n-nothing. It's just-”

“Just what?”

“You look good in that dress.”

You looked down immediately after he said that fearing he would see the blush. He did. “Yeah well, you look good too.” you say while moving your hands after the redness was gone.

“I know.” He said, smirking causing you to make a sarcastic face.

“Okay, well we have to go now or Hotch will literally kill us.”

“You. He’ll kill you.” He says while walking out of the door.

“And you would just love that, wouldn't you.” You say following him out.

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“Reid, you have your gun?”Hotch askes.

“Yes.” He said.

“Wait, where should I put mine?” You ask while holding your gun.

“Oh, you see, you're not going to have one.” JJ says while taking your gun away slowly.

“Then what the hell am i going to use as self defence?”

“You're a badass, you'll figure it out.” Emily says suggestively.

“Damn straight.” You say smiling causing her and JJ to laugh. Reid was not impressed.

“Okay, these glasses have a secret video camera in them sending footage to Garcia once you turn it on. So whatever you do, don't take these off.” Hotch says while handing Reid a pair of glasses that match his suit. “And Y/L/N this is your “wedding ring.” It has a video camera in the diamond so try to keep your hand up and try to make it as visible to people as possible.” He says while handing you the ring.

“Okay you're married, so act like it!” Rossi says before you two leave.

“Yeah, you both better be so in love it makes someone sick.” Emily adds.

“Yes mom. Yes dad.” You say jokingly.

“Okay and before you go, here are your earpieces. And we’ll be near the building if anything happens.” JJ says.

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“Y/N, put your left hand on Spencer’s arm.” Garcia says through the earpiece. And you did exactly that. “Okay, now be affectionate.”

“Pen how should we do that.” You say while looking at Reid so it looked like you were talking to someone.

“I don't know? Spencer, kiss her.”

And then bam! Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. You didn't know how to react. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in making the kiss even stronger. You then put your hands in his hair and pulled at it a little. And at that moment it was as if the world stopped. As if time froze and fireworks went off. And then all of a sudden he pulled away and you looked down.

“Cherry or Strawberry?” He asks as if nothing just happened.

“I uh- strawberry.”

“Pardon me, but I couldn't help but notice that beautiful ring.” Says a guy approaching you.

“Oh thank you! It's very gorgeous isn't it!”You say while looking down at the ring then bringing your hand up.

“But not as gorgeous as you honey.” Reid says while looking at you. Oh god the things he did to your heart.

“Oh, uh how rude of me not to introduce myself. Im Ryan. Ryan Carson.” He says while holding out his hand for both of you to shake.

“Im Y/N Reid and this is my husband Spencer Reid.” You say while shaking his hand after Reid, as always, refused to. Y/N Reid had a nice ring to it, although you would never change your last name. But it sure had a nice ring to it which both you and Reid noticed.

“How long?” Ryan asked.

“3 months.”I said.

“When did you know?”

“The first time she read me The Fault In Our Stars. It was 2 something in the morning and I couldn't sleep so she read it to me. And I just couldn't stop thinking that this is the girl I’m gonna marry.” Reid said. Although that of course never happened, your heart wanted to explode. Right after he said that you kissed him on the cheek. He immediately turned red, but you didn't say anything.

“Wow. That’s just, wow.” Ryan said.

“Guys I think this guy is our friend Thomas. Well not think, know. He looks exactly the same. So make sure to play into his tactics or whatever. Therapy must cost a lot for you sweet children.” Garcia says.

“You know, I’m gonna propose to my girlfriend soon. Would you two help me pick out a ring?”

“What do you think Spenny?” You ask in a joking tone. Spenny, that was one you never used. You liked it, did so did he.

“Well, I think that it’s an amazing idea baby.”

You could see the anger in his eyes. The anger you get before taking a life. You could see that all he wanted to do was end your lives right then and there. Honestly you two could go into acting if all this death gets too heavy for you.

“Great! Then follow me right this way.” He says while leading you to the elevator. The ride was fairly quick but the entire time Reid had his and around your waist pulling you close to him. Oh god the things you would do to have him.

“Here’s my room.” he says while gesturing to you two to go in first. You saw two chairs and then heard the door slam behind you. You jumped at the sound and turned around to see him standing there with a gun pointing that both of you. “You don't want your wife to die a painful death, go sit down on the chair.” And he did exactly that. “Now you too bitch.” he says while pointing the gun at you. And you did exactly what he said.

“What do you want!” You yell at him while he ties you up.

“I want your happiness to end. If I can't have it, then how can you?”

“The world doesn't revolve around you!” And then before you knew it there was blood coming from your arm and a door kicked open.

“Y/N!” Spencer yells.

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“I’m okay, really I’m fine.” You say to the paramedic wrapping your arm.

“No you’re not! You got shot!” Spencer says.

“Okay well how about I leave you two along for a bit huh.” And with that the paramedic was gone.

“Oh look, you scared the paramedic.” You say while throwing your hands in the air.

“Okay and you scared me.”

“Spencer, I got shot. It happens.”

“Yes Y/N I know but it could have hit an artery and make you bleed out. I could have lost you. Why dont see that. If you die who am I gonna mentaly torture, who am I gonna talk to my mom about, who am I gonna love? I've already lost so much, I can't lose you too. I love you.”

“You love me?”

And just like that he grabbed you and put his lips on yours. You immediately put your hands in his hair and pulled hard, he didn't care though. He pulled you closer to him, making you come back with 10 times more force than before. You pulled apart due to lack of oxygen and he put his head against yours after catching his breath.

“Does that answer your question?” He says softly.

This time you kiss him. Not as aggressive as last time though. This was a small, yet equally as meaningful kiss. “I love you too.”

“I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly then all at once” – John Green

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“In a black dress, she’s such an actress” - Harry Styles × Model Reader AU (Part 2/?)

Summary - Harry meets a model downtown and falls for her quickly, leading the public to think that it’s a pr stunt. Unsure of what to think, the reader plays along, not knowing that Harry is unaware of the rumours.

For @cruizmanadu, @stephaniemalvie!, @kissessfordraco Xx

A/N - Part two! Thank you sooo much for the feedback on part one, I never expected it! Glad you guys like it so far. If you haven’t read part one, click here x Once again, if you’d like a part 3 / have suggestions / ect, just send a DM or ask! Here you go babessss :) 

Harry Styles: Hi

Y/n <3: Hi

Harry Styles: Why are you awake, it’s 3am?

Y/n <3: I could ask you the same thing, you messaged me first!

Harry Styles: You’re right. What’s up?

Y/n <3: Watching TV, you?

Harry Styles: Not much. Listening to The Beatles, y’know, normal night things.

Y/n <3: Never really got around to listening to them personally

Harry Styles: Omg reported and BLOCKED.

Y/n <3: Omg noooooo come back 

Harry Styles: Kiddinggggggg, but I have to make you listen to one of their albums sometime

Harry Styles: Are you free tomorrow?

Y/n <3: I have a shoot all day. I’m free the next day tho

Harry Styles: We could maybe do something then? The park?

Harry Styles: Unless you have a better idea, of course

Y/n <3: No that sounds great! What time?

Harry Styles: 7?

Y/n <3: Sure! :)

Harry Styles: Now, GO TO SLEEP!

Y/n <3: Only if you do!

Harry Styles: Okayyyy, goodnight!

Y/n <3: Goodnight!

Seen: 3:14am

As you crawled into bed, a feeling of satisfaction spread through you. He wanted to spend more time with you - that ought to be a good sign, right? “Maybe this could work out, after all,” was the last thing you thought before you fell asleep.

The next day was the usual whirlwind of events that occurred every shoot day - wake up early, take a cab over to the location (That particular day’s mystery place happened to be an old art studio), take another cab with some assigned lady to get you ready, another cab back to the location, then a whole day of photos. It was all a blur to you, so when the head of the whole operation thanked you at the end of the day, you were glad it was all over. Of course you adored your job, but considering the amount of sleep you’d gotten last night (Which, by the way, you did not regret one bit) you were thankful that in 45 minutes you’d be fast asleep.

What you did not expect, however, was for that little power nap to turn into a full 14 hours. By the time you woke up the next day, it was the crack of 11am. You sat up frantically, taking in your surroundings. You were still wearing your street clothes - jeans and a blouse - and a quick glance in the mirror revealed you hadn’t taken off your extravagant makeup, either. Trust me, it was not a pretty sight. You scrambled for your phone, and aside from all of the usual twitter notifications, DM requests, and messages from Ella and Harry (Which you were over the moon about), you noticed that you had 4 missed calls. From, none other than Harry.

You quickly clicked on his contact and dialed up his number. After a few rings, he picked up.

“Hi!” He said cheerfully.

“Hey,” you laughed. “Why did you call me? Four times, to be exact?”

“Just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight. But then I got worried when you didn’t answer, so I called again to make sure everything was alright.”

“And again, and again.”

“Correct,” he laughed.

“Rough photoshoot. I was exhausted, and it wasn’t all that exciting. By the time I got home, I was asleep. Literally. I slept for 14 hours straight.”

Harry laughed so hard on the other end that you had to move your phone away from your ear for a couple of seconds so he could calm down. “Oh, wow, I... well, I guess it’s not that funny. That’s awful. You should’ve gotten more sleep the night before!”

“I would’ve, but somebody just had to message me at 3am!”

Cue another round of laughter. “Oh my god... look, I’m sorry, I really am! I didn’t know you had to wake up so early. I won’t message you so late into the night anymore, I promise.”

“Don’t promise that! I quite liked it. Besides, all of those shoots are the same. Nothing worth remembering, if you ask me.”

“Alright, alright, fine. But are we still on for later? If you’re still tired, we can reschedule...”

“No! After twice the amount of sleep I usually get, I feel like I could run a marathon. Seven?”

“Yup.”

“Okay. Gives me enough time to adjust myself to reality.”

This sent both of them into bouts of laughter.

“Alright, well, I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you then?”

“You’ve got it! Bye!”

“Bye! And for the love of god try not to fall asleep this time, yeah?” He cracked himself up.

“I’ll try!” You replied as you hung up. You sighed, smiled, and then leaned against your headboard, though not for long. You had things to do - number one, get a shower.

Flash forward a few hours, and you were all set. You were wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse, similar to yesterday’s outfits, just with less smeared makeup and bedhead. You had even managed to listen to a few albums while you were doing your hair. You quickly ate a salad for supper, confirmed the meeting spot with Harry, then headed out the door.

You arrived 10 minutes early, and to your surprise, Harry was already there again. 

“How did you get here before me?” You laughed as you walked up to him. “I left even earlier than last time, specifically to race you!”

“Oh, I have my ways,” he grinned. “So, would you like to know what I have planned?” 

“Enlighten me,” you prompted as you began walking past the bushes and flowerbeds with him, admiring his bold, light purple flared pants and white top.

“Well, first we walk through the park. Then, I have a reservation booked for La Sedbe Hyudge. If that sounds okay to you, that is.”

La Sedbe Hyudge was one of the most exclusive clubs in New York. Reservations were crazy expensive, and that’s not including the price of the food and drinks.

“Oh, Harry, you really didn’t ha-”

“No, no, don’t worry about it. The reservation’s already made; there’s no turning back now,” he laughed.

You laughed along with him. “Well, we can just split the final bill.”

“No,”

“But-”

“Don’t worry about it!” 

You sighed. “Okay,” you finally agreed. “Well, anyways, tonight sounds like it will be great fun. Thank you.”

Harry nodded, looking around. You had to admit it, the scenery of the park was very nice. The gardener(s) here must be paid awfully well.

“So, I listened to Fine Line.”

Harry perked up. “Oh?”

“It was - and I’m not just saying this because I li- we’re friends - but it was incredible. I’ve never heard anything like it.”

Harry was trying to hide his smile, but he was failing miserably. “Well, that’s good,” he concluded nonchalantly. 

“No, really! I have Golden stuck in my head. It’s beautiful. And don’t even get me started on Lights Up.”

“You didn’t see the music video, did you?”

“..Yeah?”

“Oh, wow.”

“It was ARTSY!” You laughed, Harry clearly getting embarrassed. “No, in all honestly, it was great.”

“Well, I’m glad you think that,” he smiled. “I wish I could say the same to you, but you don’t sing, obviously.”

“Not my forte, honestly. I was in choir in elementary, but that’s pretty much it. Never really had any interest in the preforming arts. No offense.”

“None taken. I’ve always liked singing, but I didn’t think I’d pursue it as a career. I was very happy at my old job, thank you very much.”

“What was your old job?”

“...”

“...”

“I used to work in a bakery.”

“No way!” “That’s adorable,” you thought as the two of you rounded a corner of the path.

“Yes way! Not to brag, but I was very good at making cinnamon rolls.”

“Now, isn’t that something.”

“That’s not all - macaroons.”

“Oh my god, marry me.”

You continued goofing off for the rest of the walk. You talked about Netflix shows and whether Summer or Winter was the superior season in the taxi, and the best way to make Kraft dinner on the sidewalk. By the time you walked into the restaurant and sat down, you were discussing the importance of a good facemask.

“I don’t know. I just can’t believe you do them.”

“I can’t believe you don’t.”

“Why should I?”

“Do you want me to go over the health benefits again?”

You sighed. “No. I just do not have the patience.”

“For me to explain it again or facemasks in general?”

You smiled. “Both.”

Harry laughed rather loudly, gaining a few odd looks from some stuck-up diners. “You’re lucky you’re cute, y/n.”

Before you could respond, a waiter walked over to your table. “And what could I get for the couple this evening?” He asked.

You and Harry looked at eachother and tried to supress laughter.

“Well, I don’t know about my husband here,” you start, looking over at Harry with a grin. He’s staring back at you and you are positive that he’s gonna blow it at any second, but you decide to keep going, “But I’ll have a glass of red wine.”

“Whatever you want, dear, so I guess I’m driving,” Harry shrugged. “I will have water, please.”

The waiter nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

 As soon as he was out of earshot, the two of you burst out laughing.

“That.. was.... amazing!” Said Harry between laughs.

“I know right!” You agreed. “We have to keep it going all night.”

“YES,” he nodded as a group of teenage girls walked past the table, also laughing uncontrollably.

Then, the waiter returned. “For the lady,” he said as he placed down a glass of  wine. You immediately picked it up and took a sip. 

“For the main course, I’ll have the steak, please,” said Harry in his very-best fancy voice.

“I too,” you said, giggling and taking another sip.

The waiter nodded and headed back to the kitchen. The two of you laughed again. 

Just then, you felt your phone buzz in your purse. “It’s probably nothing,” you thought, choosing to ignore it. But then it went off again. And again. And again.

“You should probably get that,” said Harry, looking at your bag.

“Nah, it’s probably nothing.”

“Alright. I gotta run to he bathroom, and then I’m gonna order a drink for myself, okay?”

“Okay,” you said as you watched him get up. “Bring me back a glass too!”

You watched him walk over to the mens room. Your phone buzzed. He pushed open the door. Your phone buzzed. The door shut behind him. You reached down and pulled out your phone.

Ella: Oh my god

Ella: Y/n

Ella: Where are you right now

Ella: Are you with anybody?

Ella: ?????

Ella: Y/N

Ella: CHECK UR PHONE

You quickly typed up a response, although you were confused as to why she was so worried all of a sudden.

Y/n: I’m at the Sedbe Hyudge with Harry, why?

Ella: *Sent a set of photos*

Ella: Check twitter for more.

You clicked on the photos. The first was a screenshot of an update account, saying that you and Harry were in the park. Then, another tweet from the same account, saying you were at this restaurant. Then, photos of you in the park. And then, photos of you at the restaurant. Under that were screenshots of twitter users.

@Cocopopstyles: I just want Harry to take me on a date like he does with y/n, is that TOO MUCH TO ASK. They’re TOO CUTE.

@Y/nxxxxstyles: ANOTHER WIN FOR THE SHIPPERS THEY’RE AT THE SEDBE HYUDGE DHHHVDHBDCHUDB YES

@HSDaily: Ew lmfao she’s so ugly PLS 

@Stylessssmaple: “I ain’t saying she’s a golddigger, but she ain’t messing with no broke....”

@LaylaHoran: I heard that they were talking to the waiter like they’re an actual couple. A few girls overheard it, idk their @’s tho.

@LarryStylinsonobvs replying to @LaylaHoran: Really?? Omg that’s pretty quick tbh. Weren’t they first seen together days ago?

@LaylaHoran replying to @LarryStylisonobvs: Yeah apparently. Idk what’s going on. Is she a PR stunt or not???

@LarryStylinsonobvs replying to @LaylaHoran: Not to be a bluegreener but she could be a beard... we’ve gotten so much content from them in the past 72 hours like.... are u gonna tell me there’s no contract in there at all?????

@Y/nsflowers: Y/n looks so good in the new pap photos pLEASE MARRY ME MA’AM.

@Y/L/Nsummertime: Y/n is over lmfao can she please cut the bullshit. Wbk she’s in it for the money. The job, the PR stunts, the boyfriend...

@TheDailyPoolsideNews: Model y/n and ex-boyband star spotted out in the town! Will this be the next Hollywood snoozefest?

There was more, but Harry was already back at the table, carrying two glasses and setting them down, smiling. All of a sudden, you had this really sick feeling. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You took your drink as he sat down. Not wanting to say anything in case it ruined the night, you took a sip and put your phone back in your purse.

“Everything alright?”

You looked up. “Yeah.”

Harry stared at you. You stared back jokingly, trying to break the tension. Harry’s phone started ringing. “Oops,” he frowned, “thought I turned this off...”

“You can take it, it’s okay. I checked my phone before. Plus, I need to use the washroom.”

“Okay,” he smiled as you stood up, smiling back. As you were walking away, you heard him talking to whoever was on the other end of the line. “Hey, Nial- what? No, I am, why-”

You pushed into the womens room and locked yourself in a stall. “What the hell is going on?”

You sit there for a few minutes, trying to collect your thoughts and give Harry some time to finish his conversation. Someone had seen the two of you at the park and in the restaurant, so what? Some people liked you, and some people didn’t. Okay, that’s understandable. Some people hated you. That’s fine, you don’t care. But people still think you and Harry are a PR stunt. This is only your second date! And it’s not eve a date! It’s just a... you put your head in your hands, then sit up, not wanting to smudge your mascara. You reach for your phone, only to remember you left it in your purse, which was currently on the floor next to your chair next to Harry. God.

And, to make matters worse, he had gotten a phonecall and from what you had heard when you were walking away, he sounded worried. Perfect! That was probably his management. Or, better yet, one of his friends doing the same thing Ella had done to you. Suddenly, you jumped up and walked back out to the table. He was fiddling around with his napkin. When he saw you, his face lit up. You didn’t buy it.

“Hi, sorry, it was just one of my friends. He wanted to t-”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said, politely cutting him off.

Harry was taken back by this, but not for long. He wasn’t fazed easily. “Oh, okay. That’s good. Sorry for taking so long. Oh, and I don’t want this anymore, so if you want it, you can fill yours up. Otherwise, I’m just gonna give it to the waiter when he comes back.”

You never drank too much. You knew three glasses would be awful for you. But you took his and filled yours up, because “I don’t want to waste anything. This place is so expensive.”

Soon after, the waiter dropped off your meals. Harry was speaking less, more unsure of himself than before, but you didn’t notice. You made polite small talk, but it wasn’t like your antics from before. Yet when you were leaving, you did not split the bill. Harry still paid.

When you walked outside, it was dark. You hadn’t expected it. You laughed. Harry laughed. “Let’s wait over here for a taxi, yeah?”

You nodded and followed him. You sat on a bench. Harry messaged somebody. You swung your feet a little. Harry took a call. You stayed seated, watching people walk by. Harry came back over and helped you walk to the taxi, arm around your back. You tried to tell him you didn’t need his help, but he didn’t listen. 

Harry gave the taxi driver his address. You gave him yours, but he didn’t listen. You spoke up again, but Harry told you not to worry; you could spend the night with him. You nodded.

Harry helped you out of the taxi. You didn’t fight back. You tried to pay for the taxi, but he wouldn’t take your money. You held his hand as you walked through the doors of his apartment building, got in the elevator, got to his apartment. He sat you down on the couch and went off to his room. He came back shortly after.

“I don’t have any pyjamas for you.”

“Why would I need pyjamas?” You laughed a little, and then a lot.

Harry smiled. He went back to his room and came back with a shirt still wrapped in plastic and a bag.

“Here. The bathroom is over there. There’s makeup wipes on the counter.” He helped you up and you walked over. 

“Why do you have makeup wipes? Do you wear makeup?”

“Yep!” Said Harry. “Just turn the lock to the left. It’s tricky sometimes, try it a few times if it doesn’t work, yeah?”

“That’s so cool, can you show me your makeup sometime?”

“Yep! Maybe after you get your pyjamas on.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm!”

You shut the door and turned the lock, though you doubted you’d need it. You took off your fancy clothes and put on a pair of brand new too-big black sweatpants and a too-big pink t-shirt. Why did you need pyjamas again? Harry hadn’t answered. He wasn’t sending you home in pyjamas, was he? Uh oh.

You walked out. Harry was in the kitchen. “Do you need anything?”

“A drink.”

“Water?”

“Wine, dummy.” You cracked up at this.

“You’ve already had more than enough. C’mon, let’s go to the living room.” He grinned. 

“Whyyyyyy?”

Harry smiled patiently. “C’mon, y/n. We can watch a movie or something.”

“Okay. Wait - can I just have orange juice instead?”

“Of course.” He grabbed a can of juice and then walked into the living room. You followed. There were pillows and blankets on the couch, and Disney+ was set up.

“Ooou, fancy,” you laughed.

Harry crawled under the blankets. You did too. He laughed. So did you. Why were you even upset with him in the first place? You couldn’t remember. Harry grabbed the remote and turned on some show you’ve never heard of before. The Mandalorian, whatever that was. You leaned your head on Harry’s shoulder. It wasn’t even boring - why were you falling asleep? 

Harry closed his eyes - he was tired, too, but for different reasons. You listened to his breathing get slower. You held him tightly. You held him back. 

“Friends don’t hold friends that way,” you thought to yourself. “But who cares?”

You fell asleep. So did he.

You forgot about the stunt rumours. So did he.

He forgot about how his friend called him in a panic, not wanting this relationship to get ruined for him like the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that. About how he really, really liked you, but couldn’t act on it. He wanted to give you the world. Yes, he fell too quickly, too easily, but who could blame him?

And you forgot about Ella in the same panic. She didn’t want this to get ruined for you, of course, because this was your first shot, your first love (Although not that she’d know - you had to admit you had been a bit distant with her since you met Harry.) She didn’t want you to fall into the hands of the public eye. She wanted to make sure you were safe. She wasn’t sure if you should trust Harry, so of course she should be worried.

But you trusted him.

And he trusted you.

And everything is okay.

Until 3am.

A/N PT 2 - While you’re waiting for part 3 (which is definitely coming btw!) check out my other fics through this masterlist HERE!

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The Fight (Bit 15)

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Quickly, not proofread, so apologies, but I’m on desk in a moment.

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She wasn’t sure how much time passed after that. She faded in and out. Kind hands. Numbers. Names. Reassurance. It all spun away at some point and she finally slept.

Anna woke surrounded by a hospital pillow, sheets and the soft murmur of staff in the distance.

A blink and blur. Another blink. White. Blue. The sterile smell of a busy hospital.

“Anna?” A familiar voice to her right. She turned her head and found her sister sitting next to her bed.

Another slow blink. “De?”

“Hey, Sis.” A gentle hand reached out and touched her shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

How was she feeling?

“Head hurts.”

“Yeah.” De bit her lip. “They hit you pretty hard.” And there was moisture in her sister’s eyes.

Anna frowned. “I’m okay, De.”

“Could have fooled me.”

But then dots connected in her painful brain. “Alan! Rory!” She turned in the bed and grabbed her sister’s hand. “Where are they?”

A soft knock on the door answered before her sister could say a thing. A red head slipped in the crack that appeared. “Ms Kent?”

Another blink and a tight throat. “Mr Tracy?”

A familiar space suited body followed that head and a random thought had her wondering if he ever got to wear anything else. Beside her, De straightened up where she sat.

Yeah, Tracys had that effect.

“Alan and Rory?” Screw manners. She needed to know.

A small smile as he approached on soft feet, all lithe and glidey.

Glidey?

God, her head hurt.

“Alan is in recovery. There was an operation, but he is expected to have a full recovery with a little time and TLC.”

TLC? She sank back into the bed. Those closed, non-responsive eyes, his limp body, the images haunted her. “Good.” Little more than a whisper. “Rory?”

“We’ve arranged some care for him and his mother.”

He took a step closer to the bed as if unsure of his welcome. “Scott would have come, but he has his hands full with Alan and Virgil.”

“Virgil?” Soft brown eyes, soft touch, soft voice...

“He’s okay.” John held up a reassuring hand. “Just stubborn and in pain.”

Her frown deepened. In pain? And she remembered the broken rib...and the mechanical skeleton and the wall...and him bending down to help her...oh, god.

“Sis, you okay?”

Was she okay? “No.” It came out as a sob.

Mr Tracy’s eyes widened as De stood up beside her, pulling Anna into a gentle hug. 

He held up another hand and took a step back. “I am so sorry to intrude.”

“No! No, it’s okay, John, thank you.” She pushed herself up in the bed and the room spun. Oh, god, her head.

She tilted sideways. Her sister was saying something. John answered her. Two pairs of hands caught her.

Soft words. Ever so soft. She realised her eyes were closed. “Anna you have a concussion. You need rest.”

Rest? That sounded nice. John had a nice voice. Probably a good thing since he is The Voice Who Answers. Far, far up in the sky.

“Relax, Anna. You’re going to be fine.”

Such a lovely voice.

She let it carry her away.

-o-o-o-

“So how long have you been her twin?”

The question was punctuated by a rhythmic sound, like someone was bouncing a ball in one hand.

“Er, since we were born.” That was De at her drollest.

“You make a good point.”

“Who are you again?”

“Gordon Tracy, one of Ms K’s former stars of the classroom.”

Gordon Tracy a star? In the pool maybe, but in the classroom he was a little devil.

“The fact she frowned the moment you said your name has me suspicious.”

“Facial tic of the unconscious?”

Anna stepped in on that one. “What are you doing here, Gordon?”

“Oooh, the beauty awakes.”

She frowned again and realised that the pain in her head had lessened considerably. Thank god for that. “Compliments will get you nowhere. What are you doing here?”

“Open your eyes and I will consider telling you.”

Open her eyes? Oh.

The light that flooded in had her wincing and blinking. Her head protested briefly, but settled.

Sure enough, Gordon sat beside her bed. On the other side, De was glaring at him.

“There you are, pretty brown eyes and all.”

She stared at him. “What?”

He held up his hands. “Hey, I just dropped in to see how you were doing. Alan’s awake and was asking. I rock up here and find that there are two of you.” He gestured to De. “Except one has purple hair. Looks quite groovy actually. You should try it, Ms K.”

She stared at him, trying to keep up with him with her sluggish brain. “Alan’s awake?”

The smile sobered just a little for a second before recovering at twice its brilliance. “You should see him. They had to shave half his head. With your sis and him in the same room, we could have a punk revival concert.”

She glanced at her sister. De was just staring at Gordon, her mouth just that little bit open in...amazement? Befuddlement? Shock?

“De, meet Gordon Tracy, one of my former students.”

-o-o-o-

Next

[notaburgler]

30 days of quarantine

Bokuto x Fem!Reader tw: language, implied sex, implied anal sex, swearing

A quarantine had been ordered forcing all of Japan to stay indoors. 

“30 days, at minimum.” The official said from the conference.

It would be hard, no doubt about that. Your live-in boyfriend was a ball of energy that wasn’t easily contained. He couldn’t lounge around or be lazy, even if it was in the name of health and safety.

He loved socializing. He didn’t even need to know them. Many times you’d been stuck at the entrance of the grocery store with a tapping foot, waiting for him to be finished with the lengthy conversation he was having with the person from the other line or the cashier. You wondered how he managed not to see the look of disinterest when he babbled on and on. But you loved the idiot, no matter how long he held you up everywhere you went. 

Staying indoors and refraining from any kind of personal social interaction would wear on him. He was a social butterfly and the government just clipped his wings. For you, this was something you felt prepared for. Unlike him, you relished in time at home. Lazily lounging on the couch and munching on your favorite snack food was a night well spent in your eyes. 

Your gaze fell longingly to your boyfriend as he pouted on the couch next to you, “Don’t worry babe.” You leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, “we will still have fun.” 

Your smile brought him back to life. He had faith in you, trusted you. His grin made your cheeks burn, he was so easy to bring back from his sad mode, you couldn’t understand how, or why, Fukurodani ever had an issue in the first place. 

“You’re right babe! Plus,” he slid his hand along your lower back, “we get plenty of alone time. Maybe we should work on starting that family you want.” His bushy eyebrows wagged at you making you shake your head.

With a roll of your eyes, you popped another kiss on his cheek, “babe, it goes: dating, marriage, then kids, then we die.” A pat to his thigh before lifting yourself up from the couch. 

Day 1- 7pm

“I decided to start a journal documenting how we handled the quarantine. Koutaro seems to enjoy relaxing for the first time ever. Occasionally, he will get spurts of energy and start pacing or go to the kitchen and open the fridge. I can’t help but laugh when he stares inside it for what seems like ages, then closes it and comes back to the couch with nothing to show. It’s funny watching him. 

Maybe I’ll document how he handles this quarantine. Only 29 days to go.”

Day 2- 10:45pm

“Nothing unusual today. Kou talked my ear off about volleyball. I love him, I really do, but if I have to hear another story about an amazing spike he made in high school again, I might not make it to the end of the quarantine. But I still listen and smile. I have no idea what the hell he's talking about… like, what the fuck is a Libero? He said that Komi is the best out there. 

In all honesty, only day 2 cooped up in the house and I can tell he’s desperate to get back on the court. Maybe I’ll actually pay attention at the next game? Not that I don’t, I just have no idea what’s going on! But Kou slaps the ball really good.

He’s in bed right now, staring at me. God I love him. Time to go get a bit freaky.”

Day 3- 11:11am

“It’s starting to hit me a bit. The quarantine blues really are a thing. I think it might be because Kou has moments of sadness. He’s like a dog, waiting for it’s master to come home from work. He stares out the window with a forlorn look on his face like it’s been years since he had smelled fresh air. 

Like, babe, we have a backyard! 

It’s not huge, but it’s enough to get some fresh air. Kuroo helps a bit. The window in our bedroom and the window in his face each other. They chatted for a few hours today. Gave me a chance to clean up the place. For fucks sake babe, it’s not like you’re busy! Clean up after yourself!

Note to self: Teach Kou how clean as you go before having children with him. 

I think we will watch a movie tonight. It’s weird, we’ve been together in this house for 3 days, but yet we haven’t really spent time together. He's always so busy doing something. He just has to keep moving. It’s that, or he’s sleeping.”

Day 3- 1:39pm

“What in the actual fuck Kou! My god damn boyfriend is currently having a screaming contest with Kuroo. Those two idiots are just sitting in the windows holding a scream for as long as they can…. why? Why did I agree to move into a house right next to Kuroo? Why do I hate me?”

Day 4- 9am

“He’s still asleep. It’s the first time he’s slept in so far. It may be because he was up super late watching porn. I don’t understand how he can have so much energy? I tapped out after round 3, but he wasn’t done yet. 

He is very cute when sleeping. I love him…”

Day 4- 6:56pm

“Well, disaster strikes!

It was a sweet effort, don’t get me wrong. He tried to cook dinner- key word: tried.

It was both burnt and under cooked… at the same time! I don’t know how he managed to fuck it up that bad, but here we are!

I still ate it. I smiled. I hope he couldn't read into the look of disgust I clearly had in my eyes. Maybe I’ll get him online cooking lessons or something. He seemed rather eager to cook, and I’m not one to stop him from trying, especially if that means I don’t have to.”

Day 5- 9:43am

“He tried cooking again. I got breakfast in bed. He’s such a pure-hearted idiot… my idiot. He made the eggs look like volleyballs, it was a cute effort. I told him that in a way to thank him for being such a sweetheart, I’d do lunch and dinner. 

He’s tried cleaning the house, but somehow manages to make a bigger mess than before. My cheeks hurt from laughing at him fighting the dishwasher. Maybe this whole experience will help him appreciate what I do around the house more- not that he doesn’t already. Sometimes I think he assumes that since I’m going to college online and not working that it’s my job to clean up, and by all means, I’m more than happy to do so. But even when I’m home all day, some verbal appreciation and a lending hand here and there is also expected from him. I’m blessed that I am able to stay home, but I’m also not the only one that lives here.”

Day 6- 2:15pm

“He’s crying because Akaashi called to check in. Kou is such a social man, being out of contact with his friends is hard on him. I think he’s missing volleyball too. He’s been watching old matches on the computer a lot. He has this look of someone that’s missing their spouse on his face. If only he’d look at me the way he looks at a volleyball…”

Day 6- 5:09pm

“Akaashi is now FaceTiming him. Kou begged to see his “beautiful face” so now they are FaceTiming… he never FaceTimes with me! Why am I jealous of his high school setter? Imma go give him a piece of my mind. Update when I return.”

Day 6- 5:13pm

“Akaashi is beautiful. I have chosen to forgive Koutaro.”

Day 7- 8:46am

“He wants to build the best pillow fort ever. Kuroo is throwing all of his pillows and blankets over the fence so we can make one. I’m pumped! Hoping to turn the entire living room into a pillow fort.”

Day 8- 7pm

“Lazy day today for me. Kou has been getting more and more restless. He found old paint in the garage and decided to repaint the spare room. This… will not go well.”

Day 8- 8pm

“Note to self: make sure Kou has a spotter when painting on a ladder. Also, call a carpet cleaner when this is over.”

Day 9- 5am

“Kou is up early. I can’t sleep without him next to me. He curls up into my back and holds me so close, I love it. He woke up early to work out. He’s currently running circles around the backyard… the backyard is not big enough to run circles… also, I don’t think he’s shaved since day 1. Neither has Kuroo- oh god they aren’t shaving!

I’ve seen Kou take selfies each morning. Is he documenting how his hair grows? These two are so weird. I want him to come back to bed. I want to cuddle!”

Day 10- 3:47am

“I’m gonna murder Koutaro Bokuto, I swear. His snoring is so goddamn loud….”

Day 10- 8:05am

“I didn’t sleep at all. Kou was tossing and turning all night long. Apparently, he snores. This is news to me! I’d never heard him snore before, or at least, not like that. We had a fucking freight train rolling through our bedroom at top speeds, blaring it’s horn. Only 10 days in… I guess this is a real test of our relationship, huh?”

Day 14- 3:36pm

“Kuroo waited around the window for a while. We talked for a bit. It had been a while since we talked, it was a nice break. He was busy with work for a while, but this was a great chance to finally relax and chill. He told me that he picked up a few games at the store before the lock down. This was evident by the few cases strewn between our houses. He probably tried to let Kou borrow them and didn’t make the toss… and they call themselves athletes? 

Kuroo was a nice break from the monotony of this lock up. I’m getting cabin fever and would like a chance to go for a walk or maybe-”

Day 14- 3:40pm

“So… Kou found out the hard way why we don’t play volleyball inside the house. Now our coffee table is broken and there is glass all over. Ugh… if old polaroid cameras were still a thing, and I had one, I’d leave a picture of my face right now. Just, ugh… 16 more days… 16.”

Day 16- 9:03pm

“Today was a nice day. I think Kou watching so much porn has made him hyper aroused. I swear, we’ve fucked on every surface of this house. He asked to get a bit adventurous, wondering what I would be willing to explore with him.

The list is rather long. The standard stuff normal couples try at least once… right?

Anal, 69, bondage, role play… stuff like that.

He says he doesn’t want the bondage to be like the porn he’s seen though, he can’t begin to even fathom hitting me, even if it’s something I asked for. He said, “the best you’ll get is a smack on the ass, babe.” And followed that up with one helluva slap to my butt. Ace of Fukurodani for ya, leaving hand prints on my ass. That’s fine, I don’t really like the whole slapping thing. But I’d be willing to dip into choking or some light shit like that… meh, we are gonna talk about it more tonight. I’ll write our list of what we wanna try next.

The good news is that I get to go grocery shopping today! Never thought I’d be excited about that!”

Kou and my kinks to try:

Anal

Bondage/shibari

69

Role play

Student/teacher

Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby

Doctor or nurse/patient

Boss/Secretary

DS

Pegging? (I’ll convince him!)

Mutual masturbation

Orgasm control/denial

Over-stimulation

Hot/cold play

Wax play

“I’m sure we won’t get all of them, but I think he’s game to try.”

Day 17- 10:53am

“WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME ANAL SEX MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE YOU GOTTA SHIT?!?!? I swear, I couldn’t enjoy even a second of it because I kept feeling like I was shitting all over the bed. Kou said it felt like he was fucking a silicone coke bottle; tight at the beginning, but after you press through... not so much. I mean, at least we tried it. I don’t think we are gonna go down chocolate lane again. 

Not sure what we will try tonight. Actually, I might need a break from that. My hips hurt more than normal, and I still feel like my asshole is gonna prolapse any second… fuck that.”

Day 18- 8:20am

“Where the fuck did he get a saxophone? We don’t have a saxophone. It’s 8 in the goddamn morning and he’s trying to learn- I swear Kuroo… he’s got a trumpet. A FUCKING TRUMPET! These two… I love Kou so much, and I’d do anything for him, but I have to know where he got the sax from.”

Day 18- 8:34am

“I knew getting prime was a mistake.”

Day 18- 10:17am

“We agreed to have a lazy day. He put away the sax. I hid all of his reeds. It’ll be a shame when he goes to play again and has no reeds to play with. Sorry babe, but I’m on edge and I can’t handle you squealing your saxophone all day long. 

About to pick a movie to watch while we eat. Maybe a show, who knows? I was scanning Netflix earlier and saw a cute little show called “happy tree friends” looks like something we might like. Just a cute show to bring back nostalgic memories. Maybe we will binge The whole series?”

Day 18- 11:19am

“So… that show… not what I was expecting. Kou is traumatized. This whole day of relaxing really isn’t panning out as I hoped. Maybe I’ll watch more after I rock my baby-of-a-boyfriend to sleep tonight. He’s fragile, but so damn cute.”

Day 21- 10:02am

“He’s started one of the dumbest things I’ve seen so far. I can handle the saxophone, I can deal with the screaming contest, I can even tolerate the paint fiasco… but why on earth would he create his own food challenges? He’s eating so much food! Babe! We don’t have that much food to be eating in one day! 

Oh god… please Kuroo, please stop encouraging him. Well, at least he’s not making his own anymore, he’s just doing food challenges-“

Day 21- 10:05am

“He tried to do the milk challenge. The one where you try to drink a gallon of milk in one go. I don’t need him crying and vomiting because of it.”

Day 21- 3:18pm

“I’ve been helping him work out. It’s helping him stay relaxed and chill. He just can’t sit still. So at this moment, I’m sitting on his feet watching tv while he does crunches behind me. This is kinda nice. I like doing this. Maybe once he starts doing push ups, I’ll lay under him and get a kiss each time he comes down.”

Day 22- 10:05am

“We watched The Lion King and now Kou has taken the cat and lifted it up above his head like Rafiki did with Simba. He’s hanging out the window and now Kuroo is rounding up all of the stuffed animals his girlfriend has and any animal shaped object in his house and putting them on his lawn. Kou doesn’t know the words to the song, but he tries. This may be the weirdest thing they have done to date.”

Day 22- 11am

“I think the cat is traumatized. It keeps running away from Kou when he comes near. Now I have a depressed boyfriend and a terrified cat. I wanna be mad, but he’s so cute when he sulks. Plus, he cuddles me when he’s upset. I like that part.”

Day 24- 9:43am

“So, he's rearranged the living room. As I’m writing, he’s moving the couch I’m sitting on… again. I liked how we had it, but he needs to stay occupied. I’d rather him do this than to try to create an indoor slip and slide like he was gonna do.”

Day 24- 1:28pm

“He’s passing the volleyball back and forth with Kuroo. At least he’s still able to socialize, even if it is from a distance. I can see him want to spike the ball over the fence. He says it’s the perfect height. But it’s not safe since the backyard is so small and both of them are so tall… how?!? How are they so tall?!? 

I’ve taken this time to work on a few projects that I’ve been trying to finish for a while now. I’ve got a blanket I’m making for Kou that I haven’t had time to work on, I’ve needed to finish that birthday present for my mom, there’s a tv show that I’ve been wanting to start, but Kou isn’t interested in it. Today has been fun. And our furniture ended up in exactly the same place it was when we woke up. I think he just wanted to see what our options are.

6 more days and hopefully, we are free from this mess.”

Day 28- 11:35am

“Almost there! Kou and I have handled this pretty well. We’ve fought a few times, but nothing worth mentioning. I’ve come to realize that even though he can be destructive and air headed, he’s also so sweet and compassionate, it’s probably the reason I fell in love with him. I couldn’t have done this without him. I would have gone crazy!

There’s a press conference tomorrow regarding the quarantine. God I hope this is over. I can’t stand to see him so desperate to get out of the house. He’s FaceTiming with Akaashi again. Their friendship is so sweet and pure. Maybe we will adopt Akaashi? I’ll run it by him.”

Day 28- 11:43am

“Akaashi said no.”

At 8am, 29 days into this national quarantine, a well dressed man took to an empty room and faced the camera. The broadcast was live and you were sure everyone was watching. 

You took in a deep breath, squeezing Koutaro’s hand a bit too tight. Nervous, annoyed, a bit nutty; all of these could easily describe how you felt having been cooped up for 29 days.

After a moment to go over his notes, he spoke, “citizens, your cooperation in this time of need and crisis has been noticed. It is understood and acknowledged that the hardships and issues you face staying indoors for so long. It is with that that I must regretfully inform you…”

Day 29- 8:02am

“Fuck.”

[bikeforlife]

Bike Tour Blog

I honestly can’t believe I made it from the Pacific to Atlantic.   This morning I woke up in my own bed for the first time since early February.  Oh my god it felt so good.  If a mattress maker wanted a testimonial, today would definitely be the day to get one from me.   After 45 days straight of being on a bike it feels really good to be home. 

On the first week we made from San Diego to Tucson Arizona.  This section had some significant climbs through places like Alpine CA  and  Pine Valley CA and lots of desert riding in eastern tip of California and the state of Arizona.  We camped in San Dunes CA where ATV’s are very popular and in places like desert view towers that had insane views of the Ko-Pah mountains.   We also slept in a town park in small town in Arizona called Welton.  I did snap my chain in Pine Valley but Tone was right there to help out.  It was also the first time I rode my bike on the interstate and the first time I ever had rode a bike 10 miles straight downhill from the Ko Pah Mountains to Ocatillo California. 

The next few week would take us through New Mexico and the beginning of Texas.  The highlight of this section was the climb through the Gila National Forest on our way to Emory Pass.  This section had absolutely breathtaking views and an abundance of nature.  We climbed to over 8200 feet of elevation at the peak and went through awesome towns like Silver City NM and Hillsboro, NM.  A couple days later we crossed the border into Texas at El Paso. This mammoth state would be approximately 1/3rd of the total miles we would cover.  Many parts of the Us but especially Texas  had recently experience significant weather event with snow, freezing conditions, and a failure of the local power grid.  Fortunately we got to the state about a week after the weather had passed.   

In Eastern Texas a significant portion of our miles would be on US highway 90.  This would feature some awesome small towns like Marathon and Sierra Blanca Texas. The route also had remote areas  of riding where there wouldn’t even be a gas station for 80+ miles.  I found myself having more to think and unwind than at any part of my adult life.   It was also during this stretch that we stayed at some great state parks.  Seminole Canyon State Park and Lost Maples State Park in particular stood out to me.    There is something magical about looking at the stars on a clear night without light pollution.  

Eventually we went through Austin, Texas and I got to reconnect with my friends Jason and Max. After so much time pedaling through remote areas it feels really good to see friends and be in a city.   Austin as a city has grown so much since I was there last.  I ate great food during our off day and found an amazing bike mechanic that help me resolve a derailleur issue that had been lingering since San Diego.  

We would hit a few more state parks on the eastern half of Texas and eventually crossed into Louisiana.  After being in a very dry part of Texas the swamps of Louisiana offered a very different riding experience.  For the most part the terrain was flat and the roads were in good condition.  This part of the tour was special to me because of the amazing friends we made.  During one week we stayed with Mandy in Deritter, LA and Perry in Jackson, LA.  These amazing people took us into their homes and did everything they could to be helpful and make us feel at home.  We were able to take a day off in New Orleans which was awesome.  My friend Chris and his friend Bobby came down from from Jackson Miss and we all got a chance to hang.   It was great to see Chris again after almost a decade of not seeing him.  Hopefully I’ll make it to Mississippi at some point 

The final stretch would have us riding through Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and Florida.   During this time we met even more incredible hosts.   Kellie/Mason in Bay Saint Louis and Dave/Stacy in Bagdad, Fl were both incredibly kind and generous.  Thank you for everything.  The ride took us through places like Dalphin Island, Alabama.  I never knew there were islands in Alabama . They are absolutely gorgeous.  

We stayed in a couple more awesome state parks in this stretch.   In Bainbridge Georgia we stayed in the east bank campground operated by the army core of engineers.  They gave us a site right by the water and it was a pretty magical experience.  The final section of the tour featured a massive uptick in the number of bugs in these parks.   I found that during camping were almost always under attack from mosquitoes or being visited by either argentine ants, caterpillars , or bees.  Bug spray can help but sometimes you just have to cover every single bit of skin on your body. 

During the final day push to the ocean Tone and I split up.  The original route that we were using had us going through Jacksonville to Saint Augustine Florida. He wanted to stick to the route while  I made a decision to go directly to Jacksonville which was more direct to the Atlantic Ocean.  For me the final day was filled with a range of emotions and thoughts.  Admittedly even 10 years later I still have some anxiety of my past medical condition.  As i’m riding i’m feeling a huge sense of accomplishment and simultaneous release of anxiety/stress. To be able to survive a full coast to coast tour of the United States on a bike is the kind of proof that the only limitations are the ones I place on myself.  I think about my life with Riana over the past 10 years and how fortunate we’ve been to be able to experience living in larger cities, traveling abroad, and getting to start our own business.  

I think about how grateful I am to Tony for doing this tour with me.  I’ve known him for 15 years and he’s always pushed me to do things outside my comfort zone.  From helping me get first passport stamp, to hosting great events, to now riding through the US on a bike.  Particularly on this tour he went above and beyond.  He help me with mechanical issues which i’m not particularly good at, he lead our route navigation almost every day, he found places for us to stay, and helped lead us through all kinds of unique day to day challenges.  

My tour came to a strange end.  I was on my way to stay at my friends Stephanie’s house in jacksonville when I stopped at a convenience store.  When I came out my bike and all of my gear was stolen.  This included my passport, clothes, tent, sleeping bag, paneers, bike tools, food, journal, and more.  I tried my best to look through the neighborhood and called the police but no luck in recovering any of it.  As unfortunate as this situation is, I'm grateful it happened on the final day of the tour just a couple of miles from my friends house.  I won’t let that person take away my memories and diminish the experience.   They are worth infinitely more than the material value of the bike and my belongings.  

As i’ve had a couple of days to relax before going back to work  i’ve been reflecting on the experience more.  I absolutely would recommend doing something like this to anyone I know for a few reasons.   It’s a great way to decompress.  You have time to actively think and it helps your focus significantly.  The riding is tough but manageable.  I only rode my bike on a couple training rides beforehand.  I was also asked a ton of questions from people about my experience. So I wanted to answer them one by one below.  

What did you eat?  

Being a vegan on a bike tour has its challenges.  I ate a lot of clif bars, peanut butter banana burritos, trail mix, , Fritos chips, subway Veggie Delights without cheese and Impossible burgers from Burger Kings.   Honestly a lot of days on tour it was challenging to find vegan friendly dishes.  Thankfully our hosts made some really nice home cooked vegan meals and every large city we visited had great vegan options.  

Where did you sleep?  

It was a mix of hotels, backyards , rv parks, state parks, town parks , and then random wild camping.   On nights where it was too cold to camp we opted for hotel most of the time.  

What gear did you have?    This was my packing list before the bike was stolen. 

Tools Bag

Park tool Allen key Hand pump Kevlar spoke Back up derailleur  Baby wipes Chain scrubber Degreaser Spare tube x2 3 tire lever adjustable wrench Poncho Hand warmer Head lamp

Food Bag Varies but generally 3 portable camp meals  Clif bars 

Back paneer 1

Extra water plastic jug - Nalgene Sleeping bag (40 degrees) Sleeping bag liner. (10-15 degree etc) Micro fiber Towel Waterproof socks Large winter gloves Small gloves Zip ties

Back paneer 2 Short tech shirts (red and green) Socks (long wool, short cotton Medium wool Blue t shirt

-Toiletries bag

Deodorant dr Bonner liquid and bar soap, bug spray toothbrush toothpaste back up Masks Hand sanitizer

Electronics bag Solar charger Headphone and charger Cell charger Extra water container - 3 liter emergency

Duffle Sleeping pad Wind pants Under armour Long sleeve shirts (grey , black , blue yellow winter Jacket

What was the hardest part?    I suspect every single rider will have a different answer to this .  For me there were two things that probably equally as challenging.  First and foremost there are large portions where people are not wearing masks.  It was very demoralizing to be in situations constantly where people have made a conscious decision to disregard the health of others.  Since the services were so spread out I found myself having to get food from places that have anti mask propaganda on their front door.  

Secondly this tour really taught me that I am more comfortable in cities and around people.  It was charming to spend  days riding our bikes through  farm country in remote roads but eventually it began to wear on me and I found myself crave cities.  Also in cities the percentage of people wearing masks shot up significantly.  

What was your favorite small town?  

I really enjoyed Silver City New Mexico.   It was a quirky mountain with good architecture and really nice people.  There was also a very helpful bike shop, great co-op,  nice motel, and the town was filled with cool art.    

What was the weather like?  

For the most part we had good weather.   I would say were typically 50-60’s during the day on the first half but colder at night.   We were able to avoid some of the extreme weather that hit Texas but still found ourselves that was a little too cold to camp in.    Most of the biggest issue that would we would face would be consistent headwinds.  After a first week full of tailwinds the rest of the tour would almost always deal us 10-25 mph headwinds.   

How many issues did you have with your bike?  

There are always some day to day issues but the most common were flat tires ( I think i had 5 throughout the trip), My front derailleur was a consistent issue.   The fenders on the bike were kind of a pain.   However for an old 80’s bike with an older drive train it held up pretty well.   I would recommend to anyone thinking about touring to consider customizing their bike to their own needs as opposed to buying a brand new touring bike.   There will always be maintenance.    

 How did your body hold up?   

For the most part I wasn’t in a lot of pain on this tour.   Everyone’s body is different.  I found that if I got a majority of my miles during the morning I would do much better.   However on days where we were riding until close to sun down i found myself in a lot of pain near the end of the day.   Most commonly knees, butt, lower back, quads.   Occasionally my hands would be numb on long riding days.   

How long did it take?  

45 days coast to coast.   During that period we took 3 full days off and had a number of short days (30-40 miles).    I’m told that this was a very quick trip as many folks take between 60-70 days to complete this route.  

What would you recommend to someone doing this?  

There are a million things but i’ll try to summarize here.  

If you’re touring with other people try to have honest conversations in advance about things like how many miles you want to shoot for a day.   How early in the morning do you want to start pedaling.   Where you are you comfortable staying.  What kind of timeline you’re under with work?    What food you’re comfortable sharing.   If you’re comfortable deviating off the route to save miles/time.       Ultimately the more you and your riding partners discuss this in advance the less confusion you’ll have day to day.  

With your work I would communicate to co-workers honestly how involved you want to be while away.   Some have traditional jobs that allow them to totally leave work and decompress.  In my case as an entrepreneur I found myself involved on almost daily basis with work.   For me that was comfortable but for others it might take away from their experience.   

I would also make sure that you have a good instinct for eating food even when you’re not hungry.  I had to learn this throughout the tour as my food options were limited with a vegan diet.  

I would recommend that you try to do some level of training in advance.  On my first bike tour I did almost no training and I was in pain almost right away.  On this one I did some cross training and some scheduled rides.  It made all of the difference in the world as far as my day pain levels.   

Would you do it again? 

I don’t personally know if I would do a tour of this length again.   While I enjoyed the experience and the bucket list aspect of it I found myself going through the motions on a lot of days.    I think I would enjoy much more doing a tour of a 7-14 days.   Possibly if I’m ever retired I may feel differently but the looming pressure of my career was a bit hard to get through mentally.   

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Untitled - Part 7

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: Junmyeon x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Not actual smut, just mentions of it

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10  |  Word Count: 4,424

So. A lot can happen in a week, right?

Well, a lot did happen in a week. Three things, to be precise, but they ranged in significance from ‘kind of a big deal’ to ‘really massive, huge deal.’  

The first thing happened at the very beginning of your trip. The second thing happened near the middle, and the third thing happened at the very end. It actually happened after your trip, but like literally after it. So, I’m going to count it as happening at the end.

Let’s start with the first thing, shall we?

It was the very first morning of your trip, your first time waking up in the fluffiest, softest bed in which you’d ever slept.

Junmyeon actually woke you up, though, by kissing your cheek and smoothing your hair back from your forehead.

“Hey,” he murmured against your skin. “I’m going for a run. Do you want to come with me?”

Your brow furrowed immediately, and you didn’t even have to think before you shook your head. “No way,” you groaned.

“All right,” Junmyeon chuckled. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

You hummed in response, and by the time you heard Junmyeon open and shut the front door... you were already halfway back to sleep. And you didn’t wake up again until you heard the front door open and shut once more, announcing Junmyeon’s arrival back home.

You heard him shuffling toward the bedroom, so you stretched your arms overhead and murmured, “You’re exercising on vacation?”

Your eyes fluttered opened as you spoke, and you almost choked on your own tongue when you saw...

Junmyeon had no shirt on.

It seemed silly because he was your boyfriend. You had slept in the same bed on multiple occasions! But...

Somehow, you had never seen him without a shirt.

And...

Oh.

Okay, then.

“If I didn’t exercise while I traveled, I would hardly ever do it,” he chuckled before disappearing into the bathroom.

...Well, now was as good a time as any to go brush your teeth, right?

You scrambled out of bed and darted in after him, coming to stand at the sink.

“Yes, but this is a real vacation,” you pointed out, fumbling around for your toothbrush as your eyes glued themselves to his bare chest.

And abs.

“You’re not wrong,” he replied as he grabbed a towel from the small cabinet next to the shower.

...Oh, god! You were so quick to ogle his shirtless form, you didn’t even think he would most likely be taking a shower!

“I’m sorry,” you chuckled breathlessly. “Let me just --”

You hastily uncapped your toothpaste and loaded your toothbrush with it, your heartbeat quickening just a little.

“It’s okay,” he assured you with a chuckle. You heard him push back the shower curtain and turn on the water, and you were seriously torn between leaving immediately... and not leaving immediately.

You couldn’t help but be curious!

He was your boyfriend! And you hadn’t realized what an amazing body he had!

As you were turning to leave, your toothbrush now clenched in-between your teeth, you felt a hand come to rest on your upper arm.

Junmyeon gently gripped you there, pulling you back to his chest and moving to slide his arms around you from behind.

“Good morning,” he whispered, his lips brushing over your earlobe.

Your lips curved into a smile around your toothbrush, and your heart started beating even faster as you felt your back press against his bare chest.

His sweaty bare chest.

“Morning,” you mumbled, though the word was hardly comprehensible since you had a toothbrush in your mouth.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, his lips moving down to your jaw.

You tipped your head in the barest hint of a nod, humming positively so your toothbrush wouldn’t fall to the floor.

“That bed is super comfy, isn’t it?” he murmured.

Again, you just barely nodded and hummed in response.

“Sorry, I’ll let you brush your teeth,” he said with a breathy chuckle. You almost shuddered because you felt his laugh against your ear and it sent the most delicious chill down your spine.

He kissed your cheek before letting his arms fall away from you, and your legs were so jelly-like, you were surprised you even made it back into the bedroom.

You finished brushing your teeth out in the kitchen, trying to recover from... what had just happened.

But Junmyeon wouldn’t let you live, apparently, because he appeared about ten minutes later -- still shirtless.

“You want some breakfast?” he asked as he opened the fridge. The light from inside only showcased his glorious chest and abs, and before you could stop yourself, you were staring at him.

Staring at him and not answering his question.

He straightened, turning to look at you with a slightly furrowed brow. “Babe?”

“Hmm?” you hummed, still not meeting his gaze.

“...Are you okay?”

You jumped a little, finally shifting your gaze from Junmyeon’s torso to his eyes. “Uh -- yes, I -- Sorry, I was just -- I didn’t realize you had such a good body.”

...Might as well be honest, right?

Junmyeon immediately let out a very amused laugh, his cheeks pinkening and his eyes crinkling as he grinned. “Am I distracting you?” 

“Yes,” you replied with a bashful smirk. “Very much.”

“Sorry! I’ll go --”

Before you could stop him, Junmyeon closed the fridge and headed into the bedroom.

So, that was the first turning point of the trip. As you can imagine, it was only the ‘kind of a big deal’ one. Seeing your boyfriend shirtless certainly wasn’t a life-changing experience (I mean, it was, but you know what I mean), but it did... shift your thinking.

How could you see that body and not imagine...

Well, you know.

Wink wink.

Nudge nudge.

And, frankly, it did lead to the second turning point of the trip.

It was now the third day of your trip, and you could safely say you were having an amazing time. You and Junmyeon had fully explored the farm on which your Airbnb was situated, even meeting the family who owned it and rented out the cottage. You admired all the beautiful land, made friends with the cows and horses, and laid out by the pool at the main house. You’d also gone on many walks together, strolling hand-in-hand until the sun was low, just peeking over the distant hills.

Junmyeon continued to vlog, but you found he did an excellent job of balancing his filming time with your alone time. He managed to capture the essence of your time there, but you didn’t feel like the camera was invading your privacy in any way. And you knew you would be thankful that you could watch these memories over and over again.

You also obliged your boyfriend in taking tons of pictures for his Instagram. Like you were with his vlogging, you were intrigued to see behind the scenes, see what it took to make his feed so amazing. He taught you all about getting the best angles and lighting, and he even attempted to teach you how to pose but not make it look like you were posing.

Keyword: attempted. You felt so awkward, and you always ended up laughing, much to Junmyeon’s playful dismay.

Currently, though, you were doing none of that. No filming, no photographing, no posing. The two of you were sitting on the porch swing, your legs draped over Junmyeon’s lap as you chatted about your plans for the following day.

The sun dipped ever lower, the sky darkening by the minute as the chirps of various insects grew increasingly louder.

You had decided a few minutes ago that the two of you would go into the city for the day tomorrow, and now it was silent. Neither of you was talking; you were both simply enjoying each other’s company and the view from your front porch.

But then your eyes shifted from the scenery to Junmyeon’s profile.

You knew what he looked like, of course, and you certainly knew by now how handsome he was. Maybe it was just the lighting... but he somehow looked even more handsome than usual.

Obviously, your staring was very apparent because Junmyeon suddenly turned to look over at you.

Your cheeks warmed as your gazes connected, and your stomach jumped up into your throat when you saw one corner of his lips lift up into a half-smile.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said softly, resting one hand on your ankle as it lay in his lap. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” you told him with a breathy chuckle.

“Oh, yeah? What about me?”

“Just that you look more handsome than usual right now,” you answered casually.

Junmyeon grinned bashfully, looking down at his lap as he reached and slid his hands underneath your knees. He pulled you closer to him until you were sitting right next to him, your thighs now draped over his lap. Your heart skipped quite a few beats as he moved to take hold of your wrists and slide your arms around his neck.

Before his own arms could fully circle your middle, your lips were on his.

You had been thinking about seeing him shirtless for three days now, and to be quite honest... you were feeling just a bit restless.

Your kiss was hungry, and you were feeling just shameless enough not to hold back how eager you were. You pulled and sucked at his lips, and as the sky grew ever darker, your kiss grew ever more intense.

It only took a few minutes for things to get pretty heated, and when you pulled away to catch your breath... Junmyeon moved one arm around your back and the other arm under your knees. He lifted you up easily and carried you into the house.

You were normally not one to move this quickly. You and Junmyeon had only been together for four months, and you hadn’t even said ‘I love you’ to each other yet!

But, as I’ve said before, Junmyeon was different. This relationship was different.

And when he gently laid you down on the bed, you were much more eager to pull him on top of you and kiss him senseless than you were to suggest taking it slower.

And... yeah.

That was the second turning point, and it was, obviously, a much bigger deal than the first.

To be honest, you somewhat expected Junmyeon to break out that four-letter word as the two of you lay in bed afterward, facing each other and speaking in hushed tones.

But he didn’t. He simply asked if you were all right and, very bashfully, if you had enjoyed it.

Your lips curved into an incredibly pleased smirk, and you whispered a ‘Yes’ as you leaned in to kiss him.

“Very much,” you assured him.

And, quite frankly, you forgot all about the L-word. Because at this moment, you didn’t need to hear it. You could feel that he loved you by the way he looked at you. The way he touched you. The way he kissed you, made sure you were comfortable, held you until you fell asleep in his arms.

When you woke up the next morning, you were faced with a sight you hadn’t realized you’d always wanted to see: Junmyeon lying on his stomach, shirtless, his smooth and muscled back exposed.

Also exposed was his back tattoo.

You bit your lip, holding back a squeal as you scooted closer to him. You lifted one arm, reaching over and gently tracing the bold words in-between his shoulder blades.

It wasn’t until your third time tracing the words that Junmyeon stirred, inhaling deeply and turning his head to face you.

“Good morning,” you greeted quietly, leaning in and pressing your lips to his shoulder.

“Morning,” he mumbled with a breathy chuckle. “I’m getting the impression you would prefer me to sleep without a shirt permanently.”

“I will neither confirm nor deny that,” you answered. Though you didn’t stop tracing over his tattoo or kissing his bare shoulder.

“Then what can you confirm or deny?” he asked with a teasing smirk.

“I can confirm that this is the best vacation I’ve ever been on,” you answered, moving to rest your chin right next to him. “And I can deny that I want to go home anytime soon.”

“But if we don’t go home, I can’t edit all this footage and show you the finished product.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, letting out a scoff as Junmyeon reached over to the nightstand.

“Speaking of, I should start filming for the day,” he said, grabbing the camera and turning it on.

“Oh, stop!” you laughed, pushing at him and trying to take the camera away from him.

“What, you don’t want me to vlog this?” he asked innocently, though he was doing a very poor job of keeping a smile off his face.

Of course, this turned into a very playful argument... which turned into kissing... which turned into...

Do I really have to say it?

The rest of your mornings in the cottage were quite similar, actually. Junmyeon didn’t always act like he was going to get out the camera and vlog, of course, but you did always trace his back tattoo and kiss his shoulder.

And so we arrive at the third turning point of the trip.

Like I said, this actually happened after the trip, though it did start while you were still in your Airbnb. 

The two of you were packing up your suitcases, getting ready to head to the airport in about an hour, and you noticed Junmyeon sniffling every so often.

“You okay?” you asked, glancing up from folding your clothes.

“Oh -- yeah, my nose is just running. Probably allergies or something,” he replied casually, obviously trying to play it off like it was nothing.

You had no idea Junmyeon even had allergies, but you also hadn’t known he had a back tattoo until a month after you started dating. You were sure there were still quite a few things about him you had yet to learn.

“They should have some allergy medicine at the airport,” you said as you focused back on fitting everything into your luggage. “We’ll pick some up when we get there.”

But then, when your taxi arrived to take you to the airport, you noticed Junmyeon was shivering.

Once the two of you were settled in the backseat with your seatbelts on, you reached over and pressed the backs of your fingers to his cheek.

“You’re burning up,” you said softly, your brow furrowing with deep concern. He was most definitely not just suffering from allergies.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling too great,” he admitted, resting his head back against the seat and closing his eyes.

“Aww, baby,” you murmured, wishing you could do something to help him feel better. But you were currently in the back of a taxi, so it would just have to wait until you got to the airport. You did hold his hand, though, and you let him rest his head on your shoulder as the taxi took you into the city.

After arriving at the airport, you tried to take care of everything this time. You paid the driver and made Junmyeon sit down on a bench while you checked in with the airline and got your boarding passes.

You bit your lip the whole time you were waiting to go through security, wanting more than anything to get Junmyeon a blanket and some medicine.

I mean, really, you wanted to get him home. But that would have to wait a few hours.

Your forehead was basically constantly wrinkled as the two of you finally made it through security and journeyed to your departure gate. You forced Junmyeon to settle in a chair, taking off your jacket and tucking it around him before you headed to the nearest shop.

It only took you about five minutes to locate and purchase some nighttime flu medicine (so he could get some rest on the plane), a blanket, a travel-sized packet of tissues, and a huge bottle of water.

Junmyeon was shivering when you got back to him, so you immediately unfolded the blanket and covered him with it. The poor thing was burning up; you didn’t even want to imagine how terrible he must feel.

“Here,” you murmured, opening the medicine and popping out two pills. Junmyeon sniffled and coughed, managing to get the medicine down with almost half of the bottle of water. He then leaned over to rest his head on your shoulder again, and you moved to put an arm around him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled between sniffs.

“What? No, don’t apologize,” you assured him as you slowly combed your fingers through his hair, hoping to comfort him as much as you could. “It’s not your fault.”

“I can’t even remember the last time I got sick.”

“Well, at least we’re on our way home,” you pointed out.

Junmyeon hummed, and you felt him nod, his hair tickling your neck as he did.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay?” you whispered, pressing your lips to the top of his head and smelling his shampoo. He nodded again, and you squeezed him a bit closer to you. You knew you probably shouldn’t be holding him so closely, but you didn’t really care. You worked from home, so it’s not like you would have to take more time off if you got sick.

Thankfully, Junmyeon managed to fall asleep in about ten minutes. Your arm fell asleep and his warmth and closeness made you sweat, but you tried not to move one single inch so as not to disturb him. That is, until your flight began boarding.

You were flying in first-class again, so you were two of the first passengers to board. You gently shook Junmyeon’s shoulder to wake him up, and he zombie-walked past the flight attendant and down the makeshift hallway to the plane.

Your brow was furrowed the whole time as you got Junmyeon settled into his seat, once again tucking the blanket around him and grabbing a pillow to put behind his head.

He fell back asleep almost immediately, and when you slid into the seat next to him, you let out a soft sigh.

It was going to be a long flight.

For you, at least.

You weren’t sure why, but you’d been hoping Junmyeon would feel better by the time your plane landed.

Unfortunately, it was the opposite.

He’d spent the whole flight either sleeping, shivering, sneezing, or some combination of the three. Your heart broke every time he snuggled in closer to you, and you wished more than anything in the world you could help him feel better.

By the time the plane pulled into the gate and the flight attendants opened the door, he was clearly more miserable than he had been a few hours ago. 

You helped gather his luggage and gently guided him off the plane, frowning deeply as he shuffled out into the airport.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” you cooed, heading toward the transportation pick-up area with your arm around his shoulders.

It took you a while to get to the front of the airport, and when you did, you quickly waved for a cab and got Junmyeon settled inside. You gave the driver his address, figuring he would be more comfortable in his own place than he would in yours.

He slept on your shoulder the whole ride, shivering against you and clutching the airport blanket close to him. You simply held him, trying not to let your anxiety to get him home become palpable.

But, by this point, you were worried. You could tell he felt awful -- to be honest, he looked awful. He most likely had the beginnings of the flu, so you knew he was in for a rough few days. Even if he just had a really, really bad cold, he was in for a rough few days.

When the taxi finally pulled up in front of Junmyeon’s place, you paid the driver hastily and helped get your luggage out of the trunk while your boyfriend practically hobbled up to his front door.

Within about ten minutes, you had gotten both of your suitcases inside Junmyeon’s place, and you had gotten your sick boyfriend inside his bed. You sat on the edge of his mattress, frowning as you combed his hair away from his feverish forehead.

“Do you want some soup or anything?” you asked gently. “Some tea? Just some water?”

He shook his head and snuggled further under his comforter.

“Do you want to take some more medicine to help you sleep?”

He nodded this time, and you slid off his bed to rummage in your carry-on for the pills you’d purchased at the airport.

You helped him sit up, rubbing his back as he gulped down some water with the medicine. And then you tucked him back in, resisting the urge to kiss his forehead as he settled back into his pillows.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” he mumbled, eyes already closed.

“Of course,” you assured him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And you didn’t. For the next three days, you only left his place to go buy food and some more medicine. The rest of the time, you were cooking and feeding Junmyeon soup. You were unpacking his suitcase and doing his laundry. You were cleaning every room, disinfecting every surface so he couldn’t get any sicker. You were helping him shower and change into fresh pajamas.

You were taking care of your sick boyfriend, that’s what you were doing.

He seemed to get just a hair better each day, though the second day was certainly the worst. The third day saw a bit more color in his cheeks, and the fourth day was when his fever finally broke.

You had just finished making some homemade chicken soup since Junmyeon had declared he felt well enough to eat a whole pot of it, and you were carefully carrying a large bowl into his room.

As he shoveled and slurped it down, you took your usual spot on the edge of his mattress, your lips curving slightly as you watched him eat. He certainly looked a lot healthier today, though his nose was still red from all the sniffling and sneezing. But the fever was gone (for good, hopefully), and he had more of that healthy glow back in his complexion.

“Have you really been here since we got back?” he asked in-between bites.

You nodded, reaching out to push back a deviant strand of hair from his forehead.

“Do you know how amazing you are?” he asked, momentarily setting his spoon into the bowl. “Taking care of me like this, you’re an absolute angel.”

Your cheeks warmed, and the curve on your lips widened into a somewhat bashful grin. “I didn’t take care of you because I’m amazing,” you assured him. “And I’m certainly no angel.”

“You are --”

But you cut him off before he could say anything else. Because you knew what you wanted to say. You knew what you needed to say. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“I’m taking care of you because I love you.”

Junmyeon’s brows rushed up, his lips parting just slightly in surprise.

These past few days, you’d taken the time during Junmyeon’s naps to decide you needed to stop waiting for him to say it. You weren’t sure why you had even wanted to wait for him in the first place -- probably self-preservation, to be honest.

But you didn’t care about that any longer. All you truly cared about was letting him know how you felt. Letting him know that you loved him, truly and honestly and deeply. Unconditionally.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to say it back,” you assured him, reaching out to cradle his flushed cheek in your palm. Because you’d decided it really was okay. Even if he didn’t actually say the words, you knew he did love you. His actions said everything.

“Oh, god, no,” he replied immediately, moving his bowl to the nightstand so he could scoot closer to you. “I love you, too. So much.”

...Okay, you wouldn’t lie and say you weren’t super relieved. It felt a lot better than you’d anticipated hearing him say it back.

“You do?” you whispered, feeling the slightest prickling of tears forming behind your eyes.

“Of course,” he told you forcefully. “I’ve been wanting to say it for weeks now, I just... I don’t know. You still make me nervous.”

“Nervous?” you chuckled as you caressed his cheek with your thumb, your eyes warm and sparkling as they gazed into his.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “Every time I thought about telling you I loved you, I would get flashbacks of our first date, and I would panic all over again.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, leaning in and pressing your forehead to his. You wanted more than anything to close the gap between you and kiss him, but he sniffled, reminding you he was still very much ill.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get over my fears and say it first.”

“Stop that,” you scolded. “I don’t care about who said it first. I was waiting for a little bit because I didn’t want to come on too strong or scare you away or anything, but I realized I didn’t care about that anymore. I knew you loved me because you showed me you loved me. You didn’t have to tell me.”

“And, in case you didn’t realize this by now, literally nothing you do could ever scare me away,” he told you with a soft laugh.

“Well... you better hope you don’t give me that flu you’ve got. You’ve never seen me sick, and neither of us can be certain that wouldn’t scare you away.”

“Nope,” Junmyeon grinned as he pulled away, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. “I will love you even when you’re sick and look as disgusting as I have these past few days.”

You raised your eyebrows at him as if to say ‘you say that now...’

And then Junmyeon let go of your hand, setting it back in your lap. “But you might want to go wash your hands, anyway. Just in case.”

Part 8

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Thunderstorm Nights

                                            Thunderstorm Nights

It was a dark stormy night and the sound of the thunder and the brightness of the lighting always frightened her. She couldn’t sleep and as she lay there staring at the ceiling at 1 in the morning wishing he’d come back home already and be with her. Her boyfriend Jeno was too busy to be with her during the storm because of his tour. She hadn’t seen him in weeks because he had to prepare non stop with no rest to make sure this concert was perfect. Dee had to do her best to stick out the storm and get some rest for her final exams were coming up and needed to study as much as she could. A text message lit up her phone as she checked to see it was she felt at ease to see who it was from.

From: Jeno My Love

01:03 AM: Are you ok? I know the storm must be scary for you I’m sorry I

can’t be there with you. :(

To: Jeno My Love

01:05 AM: Don’t be sorry. I need to learn to be more brave with this and not always count on you to be here. Why are you still up? Are you still rehearsing?

From: Jeno My Love

01:09 AM: We just finished our final rehearsal until our first day of the tour. I heard the storm outside and I knew you didn’t like thunderstorms and so I wanted to see if you were ok.

To: Jeno My Love 01:11 AM: I’ll be ok now that I heard from you <3

Then suddenly after she sent that text she received a FaceTime call and it was her love Jeno calling. As she picked it up she smiled to see a familiar smiling face on the other end. “How about I call you like this” he told her with a smile. His smile always made her heart skip a beat and she felt warm inside. “I really wish I could be there with you” he added. “I do too. But you’ve worked so hard for this, my fear of the storm shouldn’t stop you for living your dream.” She responded then added, “plus I’m a lot better now that I see your face.” They both smiled and continued to have a conversation that made her forget about the storm. Before they knew it the time flew and it was already 3 AM. They both needed to get their rest somehow.

“How about we stay like this until you fall asleep?” He told her as they both laid their heads on their pillows. With a small smile she responded “ok.” So as they laid there looking at each other through only what could be their phone, is the closest they could get to each other. A loud BOOM from the thunderstorm startled her and she cringed her eyes shut as she then heard, “hey I’m still here with you. It’s going to be ok.” Hearing him say that made her feel more and more relaxed as she drifted away to sleep. As he saw her drift to sleep with a soft whisper “goodnight my love” he hangs up the phone to get his rest as well.

It’s 07:15 AM and her alarms goes off to wake her up for a bigger day. Today was her the day she had to begin studying for her exam and today was the first day of their concert. It was still a little gloomy outside but the thunderstorm seemed to have passed. She went in the library where she met up with her friends Bri, Yuta and Doyoung to study together for their exams. As she got to the library Bri and her boyfriend Johnny was there. “Where’s Yuta & Doyoung?” Dee asked while unpacking her books. Bri then replied, “they should be here any minute” as I sat down I saw Bri eyeing down Johnny. “Um are you guys ok?” I asked her. She then looked at me and replied, “yes we are but there’s a leech next to me that won’t let me study” looking at Johnny as she said it. “Ok ok I get it I’ll leave” he responded then added, “sheesh you’re so grumpy when you have exams coming up”

He then felt a lil kick in the shin as it was from Bri to get him to shut up and leave. Johnny then got up and left saying goodbye to both girls. Just as he was leaving Yuta and Doyoung came. “Sorry we are late, music class was running late.” Yuta said as they both started to get settled down on the table to begin studying. “Dee the thunderstorm was pretty bad, were you ok last night?” Doyoung asked her, knowing she wasn’t a fan of thunderstorms ever since she was a kid. She then replies, “Yes I was ok. Jeno FaceTimed me to make sure I was ok and stayed on until I fell asleep” after she told her friends that you can hear a little gag noise come out of Bri’s mouth as she was disgusted by what she heard.

“Oh my god I wanna throw up” she said to them. “Oh shut up Bri, you and Johnny are just as bad” Yuta said as they all giggled. With a huff Bri got upset “ugh whatever can we just study please” so they all sat there in silence and began to study. Helping each other with anything that made them question a problem. As the day went by, the skies were still gloomy and drizzles came down here and there. She told herself just as long there was no thunder and lighting she’ll be fine. She wish she could’ve gone to their concert but it was too hard for her as she had finals coming up and was too far from the venue to be driving back and forth.

When she got home, she showered, ate and caught up on a few of her shows before she began to study a little bit more before bed. She looked at the time and knew the concert was about to start. She decided to send him a text message to cheer him on.

To: Jeno My Love 07:30PM: Good luck tonight my love! You and the guys will kill it tonight! I’ll be cheering for you here at home.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to get a reply as he was busy getting ready with hair, makeup and woredrobe. As she set her phone down she saw it light up, a text message from Jeno.

From: Jeno My Love 07:35PM: Thank you! I’ll work hard and think about you while being on stage. <3 How do I look?

She then also received a photo of him in his outfit for his first set. His hair slicked up like how she always liked it, wearing his outfit from their GO era which was always her favorite. All she could do was smile.

To: Jeno My Love 07:38PM: You look amazing like always. You’ll do great!

Finishing up their conversation with her sending a picture of her blowing a kiss. She then began to study as the night got later she ended up falling asleep with her head in her books. Her alarm went off again at 07:15AM to start another day. She woke up checking her phone to see a few texts from Bri.

From: Johnny’s other half 10:30PM: Bitch don’t forget to bring your chemistry notes you promised I could borrow them.

As she read her text with an eye roll she moved onto the next message which was from Jeno. She lit up and open to read what he had sent.

From: Jeno My Love 01:11AM: Thank you for that photo I had it on my mind all night. I just got back to the hotel and day one went well. I hope you slept well and just a few more days and we can see each other again.

As she finished up checking anything that was sent to her phone she got ready and left for school. When she stepped outside it began to rain, the rain still hasn’t gone away as the news reports said thunderstorms will form again sometime this week. She met up with her friends again, Bri being the first one she saw. “Where’s my notes Dee?” She said. Dee the replied with an eye roll, “good morning to you too” as she handed her the chemistry notes she had promised Bri. Then Doyoung came alone. Dee looked around and then asked , “Where’s Yuta?” Doyoung then replied, “He has his first exam today.” Yuta had one different class from us so his exam was a day earlier than ours.

Dee then looked up at the sky to see it get more and more gloomy. Thinking in her head I hope there’s no thunderstorm tonight. I just need to survive 2 more days. She checks her phone to see if she received anything from Jeno at all….nothing. With a sigh she went on with her day. As the night fell closer she did her usual night routine before studying. She knew Jeno must have been tired with all of this tour stuff she didn’t want to disturb him and didn’t text him.

The big day was finally here, her exams and the final day of the concert. She just had to get though the rest of the day and go home to relax because no more hardcore studying until the end of the year. That time came where she was ready to get exams over with already. As she got to her class Bri and Doyoung were already therend ready to go. They had 1 hour to finish their exams and they began silently. She sat there double checking her answers before she turned it in.

“OH MY GOD WE ARE FINALLY DONE WITH EXAMS!” Doyoung said as he stretched and gave his 2 friends Dee and Bri a hug. “Shall we celebrate?” He then added. Bri then looked at him and said “You’re paying” with a laugh Doyoung agreed to it and they looked at Dee.”You coming?” Bri asked as she added, “You year dhim, Doyoung is paying” she politely declined as she was tired from studying and just wanted to go home. Doyoung then added, “oh yeah it’s the last day of the tour. You get to see him” Dee then responded with a soft smile, “yes he does finish but I won’t be able to see him until tomorrow”

As she got home to relax. She showered, ate and once again caught up with some of her shows as she drifted off to sleep. Dee was then woken up with a loud BANG and a bright light. She looked outside to see a thunderstorm had began once again, but seemed worse than before. She looked at her phone to see what time it was, the clock on her phone read 02:45AM. She thought in her head the concert was long finished, even though she knew he might have been sleeping she was way to scared to go back to sleep.

So she tried to call Jeno to see if he could calm her down. All she got was straight to voicemail. She then tried a couple more times and all went straight to voicemail. Another loud bang and bright light lit up the room as she screamed. She couldn’t handle it as she began to cry, then the power goes out as the thunderstorm caused the power outage. Dee didn’t know what to do other than try her best to stay calm. She lit some candles her friends gave her as a bday present awhile back.

She sat on the floor near the candles as she tried to call her friends to see if they could come over. But with the power outage she couldn’t get through. Once another bang went off as she curled up into a ball while crying and covering her ears. She was so scared and tried her best to cover her ears from hearing the thunder she didn’t know her door had opened and closed. She then felt someone tap her arm as she jumped and screamed in tears she sees Jeno standing in front of her. “Hey hey it’s just me it’s ok!” He said to her dropping his things to grab her.

When she realized it was Jeno she couldn’t help but let out more tears as she was happy to see him and she was still frighted from the storm. “What are you doing here” she said while in tears, then added “I thought you weren’t going to be home until tomorrow” He then looked at her whipping the tears away from her eyes, “My manager knew you didn’t like thunderstorms and offered to drop me off here so you wouldn’t be alone” she sat there shaking as he helped her up back on the couch.

“Are you ok?” He asked her while setting his things down. She sat there and nodded slowly that she was now ok since he was there. Then another loud bang went off as she jumped into his arms. He held her tight letting her know she was safe with him. She sat there in his arms as she slowly began to calm down. With the sound of his voice, the warmth of his hugs and the beat of his heart calmed her as she knew she was always safe. He then kissed her on the top of her head as she hugged him tighter and tighter. He threw the blanket that was sitting on the couch on top of the both of them as she looked at him with a smile. He smiled back and kissed her on the lips. As the night fell darker they stayed like that and slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Wynonna Earp 2x06 Whiskey Lullaby

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Stray thoughts

1) “Don’t talk about my partner’s ass” Hearing Doc say those words in regards to Dolls gave me so much joy!

2) So, Black Badge indeed no longer exists, at least not in the same shape and form as we knew it. They’ve cut Dolls, Purgatory and the Earps loose and they are now left to their own devices. If they’re not a government agency, then what are they? Who else would be interested in fighting the supernatural institutionally? Anyway, the dude told them that when Doc freed Dolls, other things escaped, too.

3) Who or what are these women? Are they widows? Is that why they dress in black?

4) So Wynonna is pregnant. And she’s also in denial mode. I get it, I mean this was definitely not part of the plan. I mean, she really doesn’t have a plan per se, but you know what I mean. She’s refusing to deal with this right now, but who are we kidding? That’s not something that you can really postpone dealing with. You have to make a decision either way. Also, is Doc the father? I’m trying to remember if she slept with anyone else after that, but I think she didn’t? Or is this like a supernatural pregnancy? And what about the goo? Did the goo affect the baby? Is Wynonna going to have the baby? And if she does, will it be an actual baby or are they going to turn it into a Connor? So many questions! I am really interested in seeing where this show is headed with this storyline…

5) To distract herself, Wynonna goes begging Nicole for a case, but there seems to be no supernatural activity lately. Well, except for…

6)  So, there are rings and they’re talking about wives and husbands, so they must be widows, but whose widows are they? They’re looking for the location of a seal, and they mention Bobo and the Stone witch, none of whom are available. And when they mention Juan Carlos, they mention that they’re not strong enough to face him. Huh.

7) Hypnos? And the Creepster is asking for more time for the Widows (yes, they are widows, I got it right!) Does this mean this Hypnos guy will hypnotize everyone in Purgatory? Will he turn back time? Make time go slower? He’s doing something alright…

8)

DOLLS: We are free agents. Free to make our own rules and to pursue our own objectives. DOC: Welcome to the club. I've been here a while. I'll show you what areas are off limits. DOLLS: Well, that's my point. There are no areas that are off limits anymore. ME:

Seriously, though, last time we saw them they were getting along just fine, so what happened between then and now?

 9) So, this is what was happening…

DOLLS: Hey, Wynonna. You wanna grab coffee with me? There's something I wanna discuss with you that's personal. WYNNONA: Yeah, sure.

Does this mean that Dolls and Wynonna will be a thing? I truly can’t accept that Doc/Wynonna are over? How? They were even barely started! 

10) Okay, Waverly just suggested Doc is the baby’s father… This can’t be the end of Wynonna and Doc. I’ll Calcutta bitch!

Even though I agree with Wynonna in that it is her situation and it is up to her who to tell and when, Waverly does make a great point that it’s not fair to either Dolls or Doc not to let them know about her “situation.” I’m guessing Wynonna is going to handle it in true Wynonna fashion and it’s gonna be messy.

11) Oh, Nicole and Waverly are so beautiful and hot together?

And I’m super glad they addressed this because it was kind of tormenting me not knowing whether Waverly was really Waverly when they were together while they were possessed…

NICOLE: You taste like my Waverly again. WAVERLY: What's wrong? NICOLE: I was just thinking how much of the other times were you, you? You know, because you said things, and we did things, and I don't know what was real. WAVERLY: No. It was all real. Okay? It was all me. NICOLE: How can you be sure? WAVERLY: Because I don't remember much about when it was in control. But I remember every second I was with you. Each touch. Every kiss.

12) I guess Hypno dude just put them all to sleep?

And the timing couldn’t have been more perfect for Wynonna, she was really dreading the “personal” conversation with Dolls. But why? Is it because she doesn’t see him in that way? Or is it because she truly does and it scares the shit out of her? I’m guessing it’s the latter, but I don’t want it to be. I have nothing against Dolls, but I love Wynonna and Doc! 

13) I guess the Widows did get some time. A few months, actually…

Damn, this means the choice to be pregnant or stop the pregnancy was taken away from her.

How did people survive, though? I mean, Wynonna was covered in dust, and all the food is rotten, which means that time literally went by, it’s not that they just fastforwarded…

Also, damn, their breath must be AWFUL!

14) They need to take drugs to keep themselves awake, but Wynonna obviously can’t take any… and Dolls is making heart eyes at her, and I just realized he still hasn’t seen her baby bump…

15) “The whole town has been asleep for weeks.” Okay, exactly how many weeks? I need to know! So they kept up the whole town asleep this long by threatening with hurting Poppy, who is… Hypnos’ daughter? Lover? I have no idea. But now that Wynonna is awake he can’t make her and the gang fall back asleep… She’s too strong. Damn straight she is!

16) And if people stay asleep too long, they’ll never wake up. Cool. Cool cool cool. Waverly’d better fucking hurry up and wake up Doc yesterday!

17) What are these bitches doing to Wynonna? They’d better not hurt the baby!

18) And this is how Doc fell asleep…

19) Jeremy just woke up and went straight to business. The second seal is apparently in Shorty’s, so they’d been sitting on it this whole time. The problem is that the Widows stole all their plans and research and probably know this already. 

20) And Dolls just realized Wynonna is preggers…

I’m guessing now the million-dollar question will be asked – who’s the father? Wynonna insists that nothing has changed and that she can still kick some evil ass, but… that’s probably the last thing in Doll’s mind right now?

21)  And this is everything I didn’t know I needed in my life?

A pregnant lady kicking ass? HELL YES! 

22) Okay, Poppy is Hypno’s daughter, and the Creepster has obviously taken her to rape her, so Hypno agreed to help Wynonna if she makes sure his daughter is safe, which I think it’s something Wynonna could relate to.

23) The Widows just fucking froze Waverly and Doc? Are they going to eat them up?

24) Bless Nicole, she’s been tracking the Creepster’s phone because she knew he was gross and evil. Bless Wynonna for her reaction, too.

25) Well…

Then he says she’s amazing and tries to save face or a bit of his ego by saying she’s an amazing agent, yeah, right.

26) Please let Jeremy save the day. Pleasepleaseplease.

27) He so didn’t.

28) Oh my God, the fucking Creepster is asking Poppy to role-play as Waverly before he rapes her? PLEASE SOMEONE MURDER HIM! 

29) Ugh, Nicole, why would you shoot him in the shoulder and let him run away? Straight between the eyes! And what the fuck else did he do that will get him killed? Worse than what he’s already done?

30) The Widows managed to break the seal, but there’s a third one…

31) And this is how Wynonna told Doc about the baby…?

He’s all teary-eyed, omg, is he happy? Sad? I guess there will be one relationship in his life with strings after all, and I’m not talking about Wynonna. But damn, he didn’t handle the news well, he just walked away and didn’t say anything… 

32) So… no time has really passed except for the baby… How convenient for the plot...

33) Damn, Dolls just shot Hypno in cold-blood and forced Wynonna to off him. He’s truly butthurt about the baby, isn’t he?

34) Doc wrote a note for Wynonna. And Jeremy knew Wynonna was pregnant all along hahaha! 

35) Clootie?

 Oh. This is what he did. He killed Clootie.

36) Damn, this whole scene… 

WYNONNA: Am I a screw-up? Yeah. I've also been on two types of birth control since I was 13 years old. But the universe doesn't give a damn. It's never given me a choice, it's never… not whether I wanted to be the Heir or a m… a mother. WAVERLY: I know you're overwhelmed, okay? But not everything is because you're an Earp. WYNONNA: Yeah, it is. It always comes back to the curse, Wave, always. I really, I… I can't do this. WAVERLY: Hey. WYNONNA: No. WAVERLY: Hey. WYNONNA: This poor asshole! WAVERLY: Hey I'm not saying it's gonna be okay. But I'm just saying I'm here.

I’m just, wow. There are so many things that I love about this scene and this plot and what it means for Wynonna. First of all, I’m so glad it’s not a supernatural pregnancy and that it wasn’t the result of rape – magical or otherwise. It’s the result of consensual sex, which is sadly unprecedent in supernatural shows. Think about that for a minute.

There’s the question of choice, too. Wynonna didn’t choose to get pregnant nor did she choose to remain so. I doubt she would’ve ended the pregnancy, but the fact remains, she was deprived of that choice. It’s easier to understand her initial denial and reluctance to discuss the pregnancy in light of this final scene. It’s sad but I think it has to do with the fact she doesn’t think she’s fit to be a mother. Wynonna handles herself with a lot of bravado and self-confidence, but most of the time, it feels as though she’s trying the old “fake it till you make it” strategy. She’s deeply insecure and she thinks very low of herself. On top of that, she’ll be bringing a child into this supernatural mayhem that it’s her life. She’s fully aware she’ll be putting a burden on her child, In a way, she fears she’ll be doing to that child the same thing that has been done so many times to her – depriving them of choice.

I’m just very intrigued as to how they’re going to deal with this pregnancy, and I can’t help but wonder again – will there even be a baby or are we facing a Connor situation? There has already been one time-jump, so it’s possible there’s another one…

37) Aw, Doc, this is why I love you…

He’s all fucking in!

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The Beach House - Part 2

Notes: Part 2 of a choose your own adventure fic where you’ll have to choose between one of three guys. Part 1 is here if you want to get caught up.

Warnings: Swearing, talk about kinks, references to sex (nothing bad yet)

Words: 6.1k

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There was a limo waiting to pick you up when you walked out of the airport. A well-dressed man was holding a sign with your last name on it. When you walked up to the man, you smiled.

"Ms. Y/L/N?" He asked.

"Yup, that's me." You assured him. He drove you to your beach house, past the big gate entrance into the neighborhood. It didn't look like much from the road, but once you got inside, you remembered how big it was. Everything was white and modern looking. All of the latest appliances and art, just what your family deserved in your parent's eyes. Every room was huge. The kitchen, the TV room, the living room, the bedrooms, the bathrooms, the gym. Everything was bigger than it needed to be. It was all an open floor plan as well which just made it seem that much bigger.

You walked through the hallway with all the bedrooms and entered the one you used to take all the time. In everyone's eyes, it was your bedroom. You plopped your bags down on the bed. It was completely white, except for some gray sheets and blankets on the bed. It was a king, of course, and one entire wall was a glass sliding door. If you opened it, it led out to a pool and deck area. You always thought it was a bit much to have a pool when the beach was a few yards away.

There were three more bedrooms just like yours. They all opened out to the pool with the sliding glass doors. There were six bedrooms in all in this house. The perfect amount for you and your friends. You began to unpack, letting the ocean air fill your room from the opened glass door. You loved the smell of it. The saltiness in the air mixing with the soothing sounds of the waves crashing against the shore. It was very calming to you.

You spent the day making sure the house was in good condition. Cleaning up any dirt or dust, making sure everything worked properly and that all of the bedrooms were ready for guests. You went shopping and stocked the fridge with a nice mixture of healthy and awful foods and a good amount of alcohol. You even walked down to the beach and stood on the shore for a couple of minutes. Taking in the beautiful sunset as it dipped below the shoreline. The orange glow bouncing off the waves in such a beautiful shimmering way. You fell asleep with the sliding door open. The wind blowing your curtains into your room. You had wanted to feel the ocean air for as long as possible. It just happened that you fell asleep before closing the door. You weren't worried though. You knew this neighborhood had amazing security and no one would try to come in through the open door.

The next morning, you woke up in a haze. You had thrown your covers off in the night due to the sun streaming into your room and making it super hot. You groggily got up and closed the glass door, hoping your room would cool off quickly. You grabbed your phone and looked at the time. 8:50 am. Everyone was supposed to get to the front gate by 9:15. You started to scramble. Quickly throwing on a bikini as underwear, knowing you guys would probably go swimming as soon as they got settled, a flowy shirt and some short-shorts. The perfect beach attire. You also threw on some makeup. Just a little eyeliner and mascara to lighten up your face.

You ran into the kitchen and filled a cup with ice water. You screwed on the plastic lid with a plastic straw in it before running out the door. The way you got around the neighborhood was with a golf cart. It was big enough to fit 11 people, so you hoped it would have enough room for everyone and their luggage. You looked at your phone again. 9:10. Even moving as fast as you did, you weren't sure if you were going to make it to the gate in time.

You started up the golf cart, placing your cold drink in the cup holder, and started to race toward the gate. As you went, you heard your phone buzz. You pulled over and checked it, worrying that something might have happened. It was Lucy.

Running a little late. Be there in about 10 minutes

You took a deep breath as you started to drive again. This time, much slower. When you arrived at the gate, you began conversing with the security guard. The gated community wasn't very tight-knit. No one knew who their neighbor was, but everyone knew the security guard. They had to. He has to see everyone who came in and out.

Not before long, a car pulled up and all six of them bounced out. You guess the driver had told them he wasn't allowed in the community. You screamed when you saw them. Jumping out of the cart and running to hug them as soon as the gate opened. Lucy ran to you first.

"Ah! Oh my god Y/N. I can't believe we're here! Everything's so fancy," She commented through your hug. You answered her once you pulled away.

"This is nothing yet, Luce," you said. You turned and pointed to the golf cart. "You can put your stuff on that. I'll drive us to the house." Lucy agreed and moved over to the cart. You moved over to greet Gwil next.

"Hi," he said, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

"How was your flight?" you asked.

"Long," he answered. You both chuckled at his joke. "I slept pretty much the whole time."

"Well, good cause there's a lot of stuff to do. Need you well-rested." You were nervous for some reason and your voice reflected it. Gwil just smiled down at you.

"Should I follow Lucy's lead?" he asked. Pointing to her as she hoisted her bags up onto the cart. You looked back at her.

"Yeah, go ahead." You answered, gesturing my arm towards her. You went to Ben and Joe next. They were getting their bags out of the trunk. "Hey guys," You said. They stopped what they were doing and looked at you.

"Oh, hey Y/N," Ben replied.

"Hey," Joe said. "I feel like we're not allowed in. I don't feel fancy enough." He commented. You laughed.

"You're fancy enough. I promise." You replied with another laugh.

"Why didn't you tell us about this? About you being like...this?" Ben gestured around to the gate and the guard as he talked.

"Cause this isn't me." You replied. "I don't really belong here. I feel better when I'm back home in my small apartment. This isn't what my life is." You paused for a second. "But, it does feel nice to be able to use some of this stuff sometimes." You and Ben chuckled at your joke. You walked over and greeted Rami with a hug as well before telling everyone to get their stuff on the golf cart. "Everybody ready?" You asked, getting a series of nods and affirmations from the group. You waved goodbye to the security guard as you drove them back to the beach house. When you came up on the house, you could tell that it wasn't impressing them much because it looked small from the outside. There were trees covering the sides which meant you couldn't see how far back the house goes. You parked the golf cart and walked over to the door. You unlocked it and waited for everyone to get behind you. "Ready?" you asked again, excitement filling your voice. They all nodded and you pulled the door open, revealing the house behind it.

There were gasps and awes from the group. They all ran in quickly, trying to get a lay of the land. You closed the door behind them and walked in slowly, allowing them time to take everything in.

"Holy shit," Joe commented.

"This place is huge," Rami said.

"It's like a castle," Gwilym said. Lucy walked up to me.

"This is your place?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah," you answered. "Well, I mean, it's really my parents' place but it's mine right now." Her mouth dropped open.

"I'm so sorry I thought you were joking about taking a trip out here," Lucy said. You laughed. You walked into the living room where everyone was naturally gathering and got everyone's attention.

"I can show you guys to your rooms now. That way you can put your stuff down and we can figure out what we're gonna do for the rest of the day." You said with a big smile on your face. "Come on," you ushered toward the hallway and everyone started following you.

You put Joe, Ben, and Gwilym on the other three bedrooms with sliding glass doors out to the pool. You wanted to be close to them, and those were the closest rooms. You then put Rami in another bedroom and guided Lucy to the last one.

"This one's yours." You said, opening the door to Lucy's bedroom. She grabbed your arm and pulled you into the room with her. Closing the door behind you two. "What's going on?" You asked.

"How thin are these walls? Can Rami hear us talking?" She asked. Knowing that Rami was just in the next room and might hear you two.

"No, they're pretty solid. Can't hear much from room to room. It's a nice feature." You answered.

"Cheeky," Lucy said with a smirk. You hit her arm playfully. "But seriously, have you thought this through? You put the three guys who are practically fighting over you next to your room. Do you even have a plan?"

"No," you laughed. "I have no idea what I'm doing. I honestly didn't think I was going to get this far. What should I do?" You were hoping to get some insight from her.

"I have no clue. Never been in that situation before." She replied. "But, I know that you're going to have to pick one. You can't keep leading them all on forever. You need to decide which one you like. Stop all this nonsense before it gets too out of control." You nodded. You couldn't decide though. They were each so amazing to you and you loved each of them equally. You needed more time. And you guessed that maybe that's what this trip was. An insight into which of them you actually liked.

You all decided that you were going to be doing your own things while you were here. Pretty much you all would be staying around the house. Hanging out inside or down by the beach. You didn't mind. You figured it was the best way to let everyone enjoy the house. You liked doing your own thing anyway. Knowing that whatever you did, there would probably be someone there doing it with you.

You wanted to start your day off on the beach. You hadn't been in the water yet and you were itching to go in. You grabbed a beach towel from your room and walked down the steps to the private beach that you had access to. It was as if you had a beach in your backyard. It made you feel very rich, even though you didn't like that most of the time.

You set up an umbrella on the sand. There were some closed ones already on the beach, you just needed to set them up. You laid out your towel and started to take off your clothes. You ran your finger through your hair after you took your shirt off, making sure you still looked as good as possible. Even though you knew that it would get messed up the second you dunked your head under. You ran out to the water. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled your ears. It was like great music and it almost sent chills down your spine.

The water was cold and left goosebumps on your skin. You walked in until the water was up to your thighs. You waited there for a minute, trying to get used to the water. Just staring out into the blue vastness of the ocean.

"Mind if I join you?" you heard from behind you. You saw Ben coming up to the shoreline. You smiled at him.

"Sure. You can put your stuff under the umbrella." You pointed back to the large blue umbrella. He nodded and began walking back to it. You couldn't help yourself looking back at him as he took his shirt off. Knowing that once he was in the water, you couldn't get a good look at his body. You tried to be as sly as possible as his perfect abs came into view. You felt your face flush with pink as you looked. His eyes flashed up to yours as he threw the shirt down. You panicked and snapped your head back to the water. Eyes widening and cheeks filling up with blood once again with embarrassment.

You took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm the pinkness in your cheeks. You heard some not normal splashing from behind you. Telling you he was getting in the water. All of a sudden, he was next to you.

"Were you watching me?" He asked. One eyebrow cocked up in interrogation.

"Nope," you shook your head. "Wasn't me. Must have been someone else." He looked around the beach. There wasn't a person in sight. He looked back at you.

"I don't see anyone else," he smirked. "Must have been you."

"You can't prove anything," you mocked. You felt like being playful with him.

"Really?" He replied. His hand moved to his stomach. Lightly laying his hand on his abs. Your eyes glanced down to them and then shot back up to his face. You could feel your face getting hot again. He just smirked. "I think I just did." He teased. You pushed his arm and started to walk further into the water. You had a smile on your face, but internally, you were screaming. You started to skip into the ocean, trying to run over the waves. Ben followed closely behind, trying to catch up to you. You started laughing at what he was trying to do.

You decided the only way to win at this game was to completely submerge yourself under the water. You looked back at him before falling into the water. It was still really cold and sent a shockwave through your body, but it was worth it. When you popped out of the water, you pushed your hair out of your face and looked at him, waiting for a response.

"You want me to do that?" he asked. You shrugged. "Alright." He bobbed down under the water, taking in a big breath of air beforehand. He was under for a couple of seconds before popping back up. His mouth opened and his muscles tensed up. "Holy shit, that's cold," he said, softly shivering before the sun warmed him up. You just laughed at his reaction. You laid back and started to float in the water. Letting your arms softly move back and forth, paddling and creating waves in the water next to you.

You and Ben waded in the water for about an hour. Just talking and having a good time soaking in the sun and the ocean. Ben looked good. The sun made him glow even more than before. You caught yourself staring at him more times than you would ever admit. He looked like he belonged here. Like he was the beautiful rich one and you were the girl who didn't belong. He just looked...pretty. The prettiest you had ever seen a guy look. But, you weren't going to admit that to him. Even if he asked you directly what you were thinking.

You eventually got hungry and wanted to go inside for some lunch. Ben decided to stay on the beach a little longer. You grabbed some frozen pizza from the fridge and put it in the oven to cook. You figured while you were waiting for your lunch to cook, you would go outside and read a little.

You went into your bedroom and grabbed a book. Catch-22 to be exact. You loved that book and thought it would be a nice read for a vacation. The book was extremely hectic, but it was funny which made it soothing to you. You pulled back the curtain on your sliding glass door to see Gwil in the pool. Swimming around and enjoying the sun, just like you and Ben were just a short while ago.

You put your hair up into a messy bun, still slightly wet from the ocean water. You put some clothes on now and hung up your bikini to dry. You slid open the glass door and walked out to the deck. Gwil didn't notice you walking out there. He was under the water and didn't hear the door open. You picked a cushioned deck chair in the shade and sat down. Making yourself extremely comfortable for the time being. You started reading your book when you heard the water splash around.

"Oh, hey Y/N, when did you get out here?" Gwil asked from the edge of the pool. You lowered your book and looked at him. His arms were crossed on the edge of the pool. He looked almost godlike in the sun. It radiated off his skin. You smiled at him.

"Only a couple minutes ago. I think you couldn't hear me 'cause you were under the water." He nodded at you. You pulled your book up and kept reading.

"Catch-22?" he asked. You flopped your book back down on your legs. Only slightly annoyed that he kept interrupting your reading time. But also flattered that he wanted to talk to you. "What's that about?"

"It's about these army pilots and all their adventures in the air corp. Sometimes it's funny but it's mostly dark and a bit depressing." You added. It might have been dark, but you loved it. You weren't entirely sure why.

"Doesn't seem like the type of book you would read." He added.

"And what type of book would that be?" You asked.

"I don't know. Maybe a romance novel." He suggested.

"A romance novel? Am I that much of a female cliché to you?" you asked in a playful manner.

"No, not at all," he said in defense. "You just...seem like the romantic type is all." You tried to hide the smile that crept across your lips, but you couldn't. Instead, you decided to flip your book back up and hide your face from him. About 15 minutes later, your alarm went off and you went back inside to get your pizza out of the oven. You brought it back outside to your chair and ate it while you were reading.

Gwil left you alone while you were eating. He kept taking laps of the pool. You wondered why he wasn't in the ocean. When he took a break and was floating around a little, you sat up and looked at him. Letting your book rest in the space between your thighs.

"Why aren't you swimming in the ocean?" you asked him. "I mean, it's right there. You can't get the ocean in London."

"You're right," he started. "But you can't swim laps in the ocean."

"Why would you want to swim laps?" I realized the answer after the question had left my lips.

"For exercise." He replied, a little incredulous.

"We're on vacation. No need to exercise." You stated proudly.

"Still want to stay in shape, love," he said before dipping under the water to take some more laps. You smiled at his pet name for you. You finished up your food and kept reading. About an hour later, you heard loud splashing and peered over the top of your book to see Gwil coming out of the water. The water dripping off his body made him look delicious. As he walked over to his towel, your eyes glanced down to his swim trunks. They were laying low on his hips, giving you the treat of seeing the V-shape that his pelvis made leading down to his crotch.

You were admiring his body just like Ben's. But, Gwil's body was different. He was taller and didn't have defined muscles. But he was still broad and built. While Ben's chest was smooth, Gwil's was hairy. The coarse hair matching his beard. You watched as he tussled the towel on his head to dry off his hair before beginning to walk away. You watched him up until he turned to close his sliding glass door behind him. He gave you a knowing smirk as the door slowly closed behind him.

You stayed out reading your book for another hour. Then you went inside and watched TV for a couple of hours. Just wanting to relax for a while, already exhausted from the day. You didn't know where everyone was, but it made you happy to know that they were enjoying themselves. Rami came into the living room a while later.

"I was thinking," he started. You turned in your seat to face him. He sat down on a stool in the kitchen. "We should party tonight. Have some drinks, bad food. You know, the works. If that's fine with you of course." You smiled at him.

"Yeah, that sounds great. A perfect end to today, I think," you relied. He nodded at you.

"Where's the booze?" he asked. You pointed to a cabinet in the kitchen. He opened it revealing all of the alcohol you had bought for the trip. "A-ha!" he said. You chuckled softly at his comment. While he was picking out different bottles of booze, you realized that the sun was starting to set.

"Hey, I'll be back in a little bit. Just set up whatever you want." You explained, getting up from the couch. Rami nodded without looking at you and humming in acknowledgment. You rolled your eyes and smiled. Finding it funny how focused he was on this impromptu party.

You moved to the back door, grabbing a small radio from a side table and going outside. You saw everyone hanging around on the deck of the pool. Just chatting about things. You smiled and waved at them before walking down the steps toward the beach for the second time today.

You had left your towel and umbrella set up on the beach and you were hoping no one moved it. Thankfully, when you got down to the shoreline, you realized it was all still there. You placed the radio down and sat down on the towel. You searched through the channels trying to find something you liked. You eventually settled on a classic rock station. The talking wasn't in English, but the music was, so it would work for now.

You laid back on your hands as you watched the sun disappear below the shoreline. It was peaceful with the dulcet tones of the music making a nice background noise in your mind.

"Can I join you?" you heard from next to you. Joe was standing slightly behind the umbrella, just peeking his head in to ask his question.

"Sure," you replied, moving over on your towel to make room for him. He sat down next to you, also leaning back on his hands and looking out over the water. You both sat there, just listening to the music and reveling in the moment. It felt...intimate. Like it was natural to be this close to each other. The silence wasn't awkward, instead, it was understanding. It was a moment that you were going to remember for a while.

At one point, Joe shifted in his seat and his hand brushed up against yours. Landing next to it and softly brushing up against it. You felt your heart beat faster. Did he mean to put his hand there? Does he know that he's touching me? Your mind was racing, but you didn't know how to react. Of course you liked Joe, but you weren't sure if he was the one you were going to pick yet and you didn't want to give him the wrong idea.

So, you shifted your hand away. Joe noticed your action and looked down at your hand, a bit ashamed in his actions. He looked back at the water, but you saw the shame flash on his face. Just as the sun was about to disappear over the horizon, Joe spoke.

"You have the chance to see that sunset every night of your life, and you don't take it?" he said. He was still staring at the water.

"No," you replied. "You get used to everything in life. I would get used to this. And I would never want to take this for granted. It's too beautiful."

"But, you could have a better, fancier life. One without any struggles or problems. You wouldn't have to worry about anything. Why wouldn't you want that?" he asked. His voice was soft and inquisitive. He was genuinely interested.

"It feels like I'm cheating," you admitted to him. He was pulling the truth from you and you couldn't stop it. "Everyone on this Earth is trying to gain fortune and fame. But, when you're born into it, there's nowhere to go from there. What do you do then? What goals do you have? Nothing. You become spoiled and self-centered. I saw it in my friends who I grew up with and they became those awful people, even in their early teens. I didn't want to be like that. So, I got away. Started again. Knowing that I had this safety net to fall back on if I failed. But, I pursued something I loved and was passionate about instead of just doing something to make money. I'm happier this way." You said. Joe watched you as you explained yourself. The orange glow from the sun bouncing off his skin. The harsh shadows on his face only made him look more handsome.

"Well, at least you know what you have. A lot of rich people don't seem to get it." Joe replied, looking away from you again. The sun disappeared. An orange glow was now cascading across the sky and meeting up with the dark purples and blues of the night. You turned to look up at the house. The lights were on and you saw everyone walking around, getting ready for the party. You nodded back towards the house.

"Rami wants to throw a party tonight," you mentioned. Joe looked back at the house as well.

"Yeah, he was telling me that a little earlier. Said we were gonna play a game," he replied. You cocked an eyebrow at him.

"A game? What are we, 12?" You asked. Joe chuckled and shrugged.

"I guess he thinks we are," Joe stood up and reached his hand out for you to grab. You gladly took it as he helped you to your feet. You brushed the excess sand off you and picked up the umbrella. Closing it and leaning it up against the stairs for use tomorrow. You walked behind Joe back up the stairs to the house. As you got closer, you realized that Rami had figured out how to use the sound system and was playing some upbeat music to get everyone ready to party. Joe opened the door for you and you stepped inside, getting attention from Rami almost immediately.

"Ah, there she is. Just in time." He said, holding his hands up. They were filled with alcohol bottles and he began pouring more drinks. He made a line of shots and called everyone over. You each picked one up. Rami held his drink up to you. "To our host, for getting us all together in paradise." He held it up a bit more and everyone followed. You all tapped the bottom of the glasses on the counter before downing them.

For another hour there was dancing, drinking, and overall partying. Everyone was having a good time. You weren't drunk, but you could feel a little buzz coming on. You decided not to drink too much, knowing that it might make you unable to move in the morning or forget tonight. And you wanted to remember as much of this trip as possible. Everyone was laughing and having a good time when Rami got all of our attention.

"Ok everyone, gather around. We're going to play a game now." He walked over to the living room and sat on the arm of the couch. Joe sat on a chair next to Rami, Ben and Gwil took the empty space on the couch, and Lucy and you grabbed some chairs from the kitchen and brought them over so you could sit in a circle. As you were bringing a chair over, you realized you had no clue what was happening.

"What game is this?" you asked. "And why should we play?" Rami squinted his eyes at you.

"I promise, you'll like this game. Just sit down and I'll explain the rules." He responded. At this point, you were up for anything. You shrugged and sat down on your chair. "Alright, this game is sort of like truth or dare, but it's just truths. Every time you don't want to answer the question you're asked, you have to take a shot. Does everyone got that?" He asked. Everyone nodded. "Ok good. I'll start. Joe," Joe looked up at Rami, even adjusting in his seat to face him a bit more. "When you first met me on the Pacific, did you like me?" Rami waited patiently for his answer.

"Well, I didn't not like you," Joe answered with a small chuckle. "I didn't really have any opinion of you. You seemed nice, but I didn't really know you yet." Rami smiled.

"How do we know he's not lying?" you asked.

"Honor system. If we can't trust each other, who can we trust?" Rami added.

"Alright, I guess that's fair." You responded.

"Alright, Ben. Your turn." The first round focused on everyone's friendship accidentally. You asked Lucy a similar question to Rami's toward Joe. She answered a similar way as well. The boys were asking about certain aspects of their relationships with each other. The second round got a little more risqué. Asking about people's first kiss and first girlfriends/boyfriends. Then, Lucy turned on you.

"Y/N, what was your first time like?" Your eyes widened at her. You had told her in confidence, but she had betrayed you in bringing it up right now.

"Uh," you stammered, genuinely thinking about taking a drink. But, everyone had answered every question so far and you didn't want to be the weak one. So, you caved. "Well, it was with a guy I didn't know very well and I just kinda wanted to get it out of the way. It all happened really fast. I was at a college party and this guy and I started talking,-" You got cut off.

"What was his name?" Gwil asked.

"It was Patrick, I remember that much about him. Everything else is pretty much a blur. Even what he looked like. I was really buzzed at the time, but so was he." You took a deep breath. "We started dancing together and grinding up against each other, and then he started kissing my neck. And it felt really good and everything else just flew out the window. Every restriction on who I was going to have my first time with left my mind. When he pressed up against me and pulled me as close to him as possible, I knew I was done for." You looked around the room to gauge everyone's reactions. They were all hanging on every word. "Eventually, he grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to an empty bedroom. Like I said, it went really fast. It hurt a lot too and it was sloppy. He didn't really care about me, he just wanted to get off. Thankfully, he wore a condom, but it wasn't that satisfying." You were ready to end the story there.

"Did you cum?" Ben asked. Your cheeks flushed red at the sound of that word. You didn't hear it said aloud often, but to hear it from Ben's lips was even rarer. You shook your head.

"No. He finished and then left. I didn't see him ever again." You shrugged. "I've had better since." You commented. You hadn't had that many sexual partners, but you had definitely had better than that night. You circled your finger in the air. "Next question." They moved on to the next round of questions, but then, Rami added a new set of rules.

"Ok, this round is going to be the most...revealing of them all." You rolled your eyes at his words. Annoyed and intrigued that the rules were changing. "I'll write down a number and whoever gets closest to that number, we'll have some fun with them." Rami took out his phone and wrote a number in it.

"Why don't you get a chance to be the lucky winner?" you asked.

"Because I'm the one who thought of this game." He answered matter-of-factly. You shrugged again and thought of a number. "Now, it can be any number from 1-25. Y/N, you can pick first."

"4" you guessed. It was your lucky number. They all went around picking numbers. Lucy – 15, Joe – 19, Ben – 23, and Gwil - 17. You realized how low your number was, but you hoped that wouldn't matter as you waited for Rami to reveal his number.

"It's 21. That means Y/N is our lucky winner." Rami raised his hands up in glee while you gritted your teeth, wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

"Alright, what now?" you asked, crossing your arms and slouching back in your seat.

"Now, everyone in the circle, except me, asks you about a kink, and you have to say if you're into it or not." Everyone just stared at Rami. Wide-eyed and confused at the turn the game was taking.

"What?" Lucy asked. Rami just nodded. "Are you okay with that?" Lucy asked you. You thought about it for a second.

"Yeah, I'm fine with it. But, why everyone except you? What are you going to do?" you wanted everything to be clear before this all started.

"Oh, I have a special question, just wait." You didn't like the sound of that, but it couldn't be much worse than what you were about to go through. "I'll make it easier on you, I'll let Lucy start." You turned toward Lucy.

"Uh, okay." Lucy stammered. She shifted in her seat to look at you better. "Do you like being dominated?" she asked. You realized what was happening. Rami knew what he was doing. He was trying to get you to talk about sex in front of the other guys. He had figured out how much time they were spending around you. How much they all seemed to like you. Now was your chance to play with them as well. All of a sudden, you got more confident.

"Oh yeah, I love that." You answered truthfully. You saw Joe shift a little in his seat at your answer. The whisper of a smirk ghosted across your lips. Not only was this a game for you, but you got to see their reactions to your answers. You turned toward Joe next, raising your eyebrows, waiting for his question.

"What about...a daddy kink?" You could tell he was trying to find something you wouldn't like, but that didn't work.

"I like that one too. Not ashamed of it either." You turned toward Ben next, but his partner on the couch, Gwil, had suddenly crossed his legs. You licked your lips subconsciously as you waited for Ben to ask his question.

"Biting?" he asked. You thought about it for a second.

"Never experienced that one, but I'd be willing to try anything honestly." No one shifted at that comment. It was Gwilym's turn now.

"How about spanking?" he asked. Keeping his folded hands on his kneecap, making his crossed legs look natural. You nodded.

"Yeah, love that too." You saw Ben push his lips together and suspiciously place his hands over his lap. You couldn't help the smile that crept across your face as you looked up at Rami, stunned that you had answered the questions with such confidence. "What's your question then?" you teased. There was a small pause.

"Pick a boy," he said.

"What?" you laughed.

"Pick a guy. Out of these three," he gestured to Gwil, Ben, and Joe. "Which one would you fuck right now?" You were taken aback by the question. You thought you would have more time to decide but now was the time. The time for you to choose which one you really liked.

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Time to Choose:

Joe’s Ending

Ben’s Ending

Gwilym’s Ending

[the-dead-skwad]

The Morning After X Loki X Reader

Finally I have returned. I'm sorry it's taken me months to post anything. This is a lil Loki fluff. Something that popped into my head at 1am the other day. No warnings just cute.

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You woke to a loud bang. At first you thought your headache had actually come to life. It actually felt like your brain was I’m trying to burst out of your skull. Then you heard it again. It was someone knocking on your bedroom door.

You sat up but the room was just spinning “Oh Jesus. What?” you said loud enough for the person to hear you.

Natasha poked her head round the door. She looked as bad as you felt. “Hey. Is there space for a bestie to climb in and get some cuddles.”

You half smiled “Isn’t there always?”

She got to the edge of the bed and stopped “Wait, are you naked?”

“No.. What a stupid.... holy Shit I am.” You looked around your room where last night’s clothes were just flung. “Honestly I’m amazed I even got myself undressed.”

She turned around as you forced yourself up and put a baggy shirt on and some pants. You both lay on the bed wondering how and why you had drank so much. Trying your hardest to piece the night together.

“So we did some fantastic cocktails.. danced.. Thor got out the asguardian stuff and I honestly don’t remember much more.” You both laughed. “I remember helping an old guy get to a taxi. He kept shouting something..”

“Exelsior!” Natasha laughed.

You sat up “That was it. God he was funny. I really need a drink of water and like 10 cups of coffee.”

“Well the kitchen is like 2 doors down. I bet everyone else feels as rough as us. Also you have a glass of water by your bed.”

You very slugishly stood up “See drunk me does sometimes like hungover me.” You took a huge swag and spat it back out “Oh Lord! It’s vodka!”

Natasha laughed but then stopped abruptly “Oh, I honestly thought I was gonna vom then. Lets get coffee.”

As you were looking for you slippers you noticed a man sized pair of socks. “Ermm who’s socks are these?”

She raised her eyebrows at you “Well you did wake up naked.. maybe you.....”

“Don't say it.. I don’t want to play a guess who I’ve slept with around the breakfast table.” You put your hand to your head to try to remember.

“No need.”

You looked at her confused “What?”

“Who was the only person last night wearing a black suit....” she lifted up a black shirt from your bedroom floor “equipped with a black tie" she then pointed to a black tie hanging off your lamp shade.

“Loki!” your eyes widened “I slept with Loki.”

“Well you have had a crush on him since New York.” She smiled throwing the shirt at you.

“I slept with him at the Christmas party last year too.” You accidentally got a whif of his shirt and god it smelt good.

She looked shocked “And you didn’t tell your best friend!! I’m joking I already knew.”

“How..”

“Bruce saw you and was too embarrassed to tell anyone else.” She smiled again. “So if you want to get Lokis attention and so he’s not just the occasional drunk booty call, wear his shirt to breakfast. Only button and few buttons.” She gave you a little wink.

“I like your thinking.”

You put on your silky pajama bottoms and Lokis shirt only a few buttons looking all cute and casual. You long (y/h/c) was down but a little messy adding to the look.

As you walked to the kitchen your stomach was turning “I don’t know if I’m nervous or last night’s alcohol wants to make a come back.” You whispered to Nat.

“You’ll be fine.. I mean you look hot. Who wouldn’t want you.”

“My face still looks like a zombie.” Before you could continue complaining she pushed to kitchen door open.

You were treated with a collective grunt from most people. They definitely felt as shitty as you. You sat down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar.

Cap smiled at you “Coffee?”

“Honestly the best thing I’ve heard all morning.”

“Not the best the you felt though.” Nat whispered into her mug. You slapped her on the arm in response.

“So” Tony perks up “Anyone remember anything from last night.”

“Not a sausage.” Thor laughed. “I have never actually been that drunk in my entire life.”

“And you are old" Lokis voice cane from behind him making you jump. He looked over to you and noticed the shirt. He bit his bottom lip and gave you a devilish smile.

You smiled into your coffee not having a clue what to do. He walked over to the coffee machine behind you and then leant on the breakfast bar right next to you.

“Anyone fancy a lazy day watching movies and eating pizza?” Peters sweet little voice came from a bean bag in the centre of the room.

Everyone agreed and stood up to find blankets and a good spot to sit.

“I like the shirt.” Loki whispered in your ear.

You smiled and leant in “Yanno it looked better on my bedroom floor this morning.”

He hummed appreciately in response sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey love birds.” Nat walked past you both “Gonna join us round the TV?”

You both took a spot on the floor. You had your back against The arm of the sofa and about three cushions. Loki sat close next to you but left some space so no one got suspicious. He was leaning on a large bean bag, all he had on was some lose black jogging bottoms and a black t-shirt. The shirt was just thin enough that you could see the muscles in his chest. All you wanted to do was lick him. As weird as that sounds.

“Hey.” Nat nudged you “Want a slice?” she waved the open pizza box in your face.

You snatched up a slice “I honestly think that’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever asked me.” You laughed and a bit of cheese slid off landing on your arm. You just licked it straight off.

Nat shook her head “You’re gross.”

“More like cute.” You heard Loki under his breath.

After you had all woken up more the movie just ended up being background noise. You all laughed and joked about the night before.

As the movie ended Peter stood up “I’ll go find another one.”

“Bathroom break.” Cap stood and walked out the room.

One after another the all left the room to find things or use the loo. You were left alone with Loki.

You stood up “I think.. I’ll..”

“y/n...” He cut you off and stood in front of you. “Sorry, I just wanted to tell you how beautiful and perfect you are.”

You took a step closer to him “I was just going to get a cardigan. But by means carry on.” You gave him a cheeky smile.

He pulled you towards him and wrapped his arms around you “This better?”

You looked up into his eyes, your lips were millimetres apart. “Better.” You whispered against his lips.

He gently pressed his lips against yours hesitantly at first. You kissed him back. He was amazing, truly a god.

Lost in the kiss you didn’t notice everyone walk back into the room.

“What the fuck?” Tony made you jump.

You turned to see everyone staring at you both. For once in his life Loki didn’t know what to say.

Nat rushed over to you and hugged you “Well I’m happy for you both. But if this is a trick...” she looked at loki.

He raised his arms “I promise! I want to be with this girl for as long as she’ll put up with me.”

“As long as you’re happy y/n I’m happy.” Cap patted you on the shoulder.

The rest of the day you sat curled up on Lokis chest, all of you laughing and joking. For just one day you all forgot that when the next alien war came around half of you might not make it.