#kendall the whole time. and when he sits down he’s like. hey heard you talked to your dad lol. like he wasn’t 8 feet away watching kendall

[kendallroygf]

btw this is probably one of the most insane and telling scenes in regards to stewy nd kendall. like the stewy-marcia interaction first off. the way it’s so clearly paralleling kenstewy with logan and marcia. stewy and marcia literally watch their respective persons in silence. also important to note that stewy was one of the first ppl to greet logan when he arrived probably bc he knew that one of the first things logan was going to do was approach kendall and he wanted to get in there first to gauge the situation + logan. but stewy’s concern for kendall in regards to what could happen when he’s in close proximity to logan is so clear and almost synonymous with marcia’s own concern/love for logan at this point. like it seems intentional that they were shown to be like. logan and kendall’s respective partners here

[cato616]

PREDICTABLE FEELING (part one)

kendall roy x fem reader

im finally writing about someone else rather than only about roman roy lol,, hope you get to like this one

it wasn't exactly a request but my first comment received from someone here said basically that they'll wait for a kendall roy one, here i am! lol

summary: you, the assistant of kendall roy, got yourself stuck on the cliché destiny of felling in love with your boss.

parts: pt.2 // pt.3 // pt.4

content: mostly fluff honestly, at some point there may get to angst.

Reserved, introverted, from time to time getting shy, but also getting confident; you were struggling to find your place at Waystar Royco, it's hard to be anyone's assistant here, but since you got a little bit closer to kendall, it made you feel less pressured.

As for today, you where sitting at a desk of your own outside kendall's personal office; as you know, there was only glass walls between you two.

While writing something down on your computer, out of curiosity you look up lifting your head just a bit, and you see kendall, roman and shiv inside his office; kendall it's sitting against his desk, both hands behind him, palms facing on top it, basically standing resting his whole body, and legs slightly being crossed, one on top of the other; while roman was sitting on an individual couch, and shiv was standing, arms crossed. You wanted take a little peek of what was going on there, you don't really like to start conversations but you really are an observant person (as a kid you did want to become a detective, how cute); however you would then get noted about it later tho, since you were his assistant obviously; you kept looking around and found yourself making accidentally eye contact with roman, you get nervous like if someone caught you sneaking around on a private matter, so of course unconsciouslly you lead your sight almost immediately back to your computer, like if nothing happened. Although you can't resist too take a look again. You slowly side eye back again, and like if it was a horror film, roman was completely standing still now closer to the glass, eyes wide open and saying nothing.

You jump "...jesus" you whisper to yourself. Roman started cackling almost; he was pranking you. "oh that was great, great in need" he was feeling proud of whatever that was. "hey dude, what's going on, why you laughing, we were talking" says kendall. "oh yeah yeah, sorry it's just your assistant is so easy to scare" roman was back sitting while still gaggling, and when you heard him saying that, you got really embarrassed and instantly get back to whatever you were doing in g-mail, you even blush a little since you were an incredibly shy person. "oh come on roman, really? you're messing with our assistants now?." Shiv implored. "yeah man, try to not be yourself and treat her like that". When he said that apparently you heard some type of silence in the room. Shiv and roman were completely staring at kendall. "oh oh, not treat her like that, got it, so what's your dog name then?" Roman sarcastically said to kendall. "You're being unserious roman, so... stop." Kendall couldn't make eye contact with them; then Shiv started to play along too. "yeah bro, are you scared to hurt her pretty feelings or something?" She chuckled. "ha ha, so funny you guys" kendall replied with a sarcastic tone. "oh come on, kendall, you're even turning pink you sick bastard". Shiv jokingly told him, smiling. "i am not by the way." Kendall stated. "She's actually nice and very timid, so i would feel bad if she was feeling upset, that's it"

You unfortunately heard him saying that; you didn't know why, but it did not make you much amused hearing it; you felt like, a little kid, who couldn't do anything for herself and was scared of everything, like a fragile little puppy; you don't like that, you don't like too be seen like a weakling, it's okay to be shy, still can't fight the feeling you would feel much happier if you wouldn't be, however, you are always too afraid to make a sound on every room you could be in, you're trying to get better at it; you imagine how easy it would be if you were more comfortable when being confident around people. You unblush, get sad at it, wishing you wouldn't had hear those words; you sigh and slightly look down. So that's how everyone sees me here

"Let's hope that fucking 'romeo' doesn't falls in the assistant-boss cliche." Roman giggles. "Right ken?" Roman keeps teasing him. Kendall doesn't want to look at him, looks irritated by this whole conversation. "o..kay, i feel it got a little bit tense here, how about we come in later huh?" Shiv kindly suggests in a mocking way as well, just trying to light up the mood.

They both leave the office; your eyes follow their movement towards the elevator. huh, they left. Of course, your eyes had to get back to kendall's office to see what's he's doing now. oh! shit. That's when your eyes met, he was already looking at you, but you got nervous and now again got your eyes rapidly changing to see the computer once more; your face flushed straight away.

You tried very hard to seem like you were nothing but working. okay, i am now tapping on my keyboard that um...

graphic demostration:

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i am working, working mind.

You keep focusing on deceiving kendall; until your phones vibrates, and noticed you got massages from him. Your heart is pounding very fast.

hey sorry, i don't feel like raising my voice

could you come in here

You saw his messages and then looked up, he was waiting for you to come inside the room; you stood up, and couldn't help but to try to fix your hair in a discreet way; you opened the door and then closed it. "Yes, kendall, what's up" you smile. He was sitting at his desk thinking what to say. "did you, hear anything from inside here?". He seems to feel worried. "um... what did you talk about?". You played dumb, not interesting on having a conversation about your feelings; you hoped that kendall wouldn't realize you were lying. "oh, nothing then." You fake smile, hiding the fact you're relieved he didn't notice. "i am sorry about roman tho" he said generously. "oh yeah I get it, roman being roman" you chuckled, however you felt you were cringing yourself and immediately stopped laughing while trying to clear your throat; you felt awkward, when there was no need to feel like that. "Just so you know, if you want to talk about anything, im here." Kendall gave a big warm smile to you, and you smile back. "Well thank... you, I'll make sure to keep it in mind" You slowly start walking backwards towards the door to then shutter it in front of you, and getting back to your desk outside the corridor.

You really try to get back to work, but somehow you get distracted; you've been daydreaming a lot lately. With every word you type, something different comes to mind, about kendall; you can't deny the fact his eyes tend to shine when getting worried; he's usually not afraid to show his very nice grin to people when amused, really cute smile; he's nice and gentle, and he's... oh no.

You stopped writing, when you realized you had feelings for him. Actually you already knew about it, but didn't want to admit it, you're starting to not paying attention to what you're doing due to your feelings towards him. You could have a crush on anyone, but your boss?

that's fucking great

However, you got lost by his presence; you looked over his office, he was on his computer as well, you kept on gazing at him, you couldn't stop, your face was lighting up while unnoticeably smirking.

He then suddenly stands up and starts walking in a hurry, you of course had already started looking over your desktop before he would noticed.

He stopped for a brief moment. "hey, I'm going to the restroom if anyone asks" he then kept on walking. "yeah sure... oh and now you're gone." He didn't hear you say it, he really must've been in a hurry to that bathroom.

wow such a touching moment. You said to yourself in an ironic wat, already stressed out about how difficult this crush is going to be for you; you had your hands over your face, this is going to be tough.

"hey! um... where's our brother?" Asked roman with shiv by his side. You felt jumpy again, feeling caught; you put your hands away from your face. "oh yeah, he went to the restroom just now, what's up?." please don't say anything about me. "we have some newss..." Roman kept on looking around, then shiv suddenly asks, "were you, feeling okay?" oh come on now. You try to be unbothered by the sudden change of subject. "yes I am, Fine!" you intensely grin. "oh yuck you didn't have to go too hard on that fake smile." Roman states; and you then stopped smiling, tensing your lips, feeling annoyed. Then kendall finally comes back. finally he's here. You actually got happy to just see his face again, your eyes sparkle.

"Guys, 'sup?" stopping halfway, now they're all three right next by my desk. "we have something" Shiv informed him but with an exciting tone. "oh well let's go inside" Kendall tells them, by then closing the door.

Now all they all around together, kendall expecting exciting news. "so??" He asked them impatiently. "Stewie, he said yes, he's in" Shiv told him at last; both shiv and roman seemed very content, they were all smiling. "holy shit, okay! yeah!... we need to celebrate" kendall was amused by this. "fuck yeah bro" Roman said thrilled but kept his compose. "okay yeah we'll do something at my place tonight, something small." Kendall grabbed his phone, looks like he was writing people. "is your dirty secretary going too?" Roman couldn't stop on teasing him about it. Kendall already looked pissed off by the comment, by not furious, he was still rather happy. "Stop saying that roman, and by the way of course she's coming, she's an assistant." Both roman and shiv were slightly giggling, while kendall left his phone on his desk and decided to walk out to look for something, roman didn't follow him but kept on annoy him. "sure ken, don't forget your condoms!" Roman yelled, however he ignored it. "woah okay roman shut up" Shiv told roman, still finding it funny but trying not to be embarrassed by it.

Kendall was actually going towards you; he put his hands on top of your desk to notify you about tonight. "Hey so tonight we three were planning to have a little something to celebrate, let some of my associates know and be there with me." You were secretly delighted with this event, trying to be professional enough. You started to type on your phone. "yeah sure, you got it." You said to him while avoiding eye contact. He was about to head back in, but once again put his hands over your desk, you felt confused by the action wondering what was he going to say. "Please try to have a good time at the party, we can... both have a good time, yes?" you were stunned by his words, getting tongue tied. "y-yeah sure... I'll try to." You smile at him, and he then gives you that smile that you love so much, that warms your heart. "And well of course remember be there early to... assist" He jokes around a little bit, with a genuine laughing, and you laugh too.

It got you nervous, but you do in fact are going to have a good time.

continue.

[the-west-meadow]

Nowhere

Kendall Roy x Reader

tw: suicidal thoughts, verbal abuse, drug/alcohol abuse, drunk driving

As you stood in the shade of Connor’s patio, watching Logan and his children walk towards the old adobe church, Kendall’s absence was painfully apparent. You had grown used to seeing him at his father’s side. But he had not come with his family to New Mexico. It was a shame, you thought; he would have liked it here.

Greg, standing beside you in a long peacoat, waved as they disappeared behind the wooden church doors.

“What do you think they’re going to talk about?” Greg said.

“Years of suppressed trauma, maybe.”

“Wow. You think?”

You shrugged. “They probably won’t get around to it.”

You strolled back towards the house, where the others were sitting by the pool. Anyone who was not a child of Logan Roy had been left behind. Marcia, Tom, and Willa eyed you as you entered the house with Greg.

Greg leaned on the kitchen counter as you poured yourself a shot of whiskey from the mini-bar.

“Getting right to it, huh?” said Greg.

“You want some?”

“I’m good. It’s a little early for my system.”

Tom strolled into the kitchen, hands in his pockets.

“Hey, rascals. I see you breaking into the liquor stash. You should have invited me.”

“Well, you’re invited now,” joked Greg.

Tom leaned on the counter and grinned at you both.

“Here we are. The outcasts.”

“I’ll admit, I do feel kind of left out,” said Greg.

“God, wouldn’t you give anything to be a fly on the wall in that room? The whole thing is so uncomfortable it makes me want to puke. I love it.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. The name on the screen made your heart jump: Kendall Roy.

“Excuse me a second,” you said, slipping out of the kitchen.

“Is that a new lover?” Tom called after you. You jogged through the house to the room where you were staying and shut the door behind you.

“Hey, what’s up?” you said, keeping your voice low.

“Hey, Y/N. How you doing?”

“Surviving,” you said. “How are you?”

“Can you come meet me? I’m somewhere outside of Albuquerque.”

“What? When did you get here?”

“I’ll fill you in. Are you coming?”

“I’m at the ranch right now. I don’t have a car.”

“Can you figure something out?”

You thought fast, rubbing your forehead. “Yeah. I’ll take care of it.”

“You’re the best.”

You hung up, heart racing. You hadn’t heard from Kendall in weeks. He texted occasionally to check in, but it had been a long time since you heard his voice. It was a painful reminder of how much you had missed him lately.

Tom and Greg looked up as you walked into in the kitchen.

“What’s up?” Tom asked.

“Just a family thing,” you said.

“Oh, come on. You can’t have a personal life. There’s only work, work, work!”

Tom tossed back the rest of his drink and set his glass down.

“Okay, I’ll fuck off. Both of you come sit by the pool and save me from Marcia and Willa. I mean it.”

You and Greg watched until he was out the door, then Greg turned to you in anticipation.

“Well?”

“That was Kendall. He’s here.”

“Are you serious?”

“He wants me to meet him. But I don’t have a fucking car.”

“Right.” Greg glanced around as if looking for an answer. “Okay, I’m not supposed to know this, but there’s a collection of old cars in Connor’s garage. And, stupidly, all the keys are hanging on a rack in the garage. So if someone wanted to take one of those cars out for a drive while everyone was in therapy, I doubt anyone would notice for a few hours at least.”

“Cover for me. Make up a story.”

“Okay, yeah-“

But you were already gone.

You felt like a thief, skulking around the sides of the huge adobe ranch house, past the refurbished church and towards the unlocked garage. Lined up in the cool darkness were half a dozen vintage cars. Spotless. Expensive. Fueled up and ready to ride. You slowed down, taking your time to choose your ride. This was a once in a lifetime chance, after all. When Connor found out, you’d probably be banned from the state of New Mexico.

You chose an aqua 1967 Cadillac de Ville convertible. Sitting in the smooth leather seat, you watched with giddy panic as the garage door opened. Then you gunned it, kicking up a cloud of red dust as you escaped down the long ranch road from Connor’s estate.

The roads in New Mexico were long, straight, and empty. Gnarled barbed wire fences emerged from the scrublands, and distant mountains rolled beneath white clouds. It was the antithesis of what you were used to in New York. Here, everything was low to the ground, wild, free. You flew down the roads, the wind roaring all around you.

It was an hour’s drive to Albuquerque. You kept driving until you reached a diner in a small desert town beyond the city. When you rolled into the parking lot, you saw Kendall standing outside, smoking. Your heart swelled at the familiar sight of him. He stared as the aqua Cadillac parked squarely in front of him.

You cut the engine.

“Hey,” you called.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

Kendall strolled up to the car, looking it over. Then he shook his head and let out a short laugh.

“Alright. Not really what I had in mind. But it’s cool.”

As he came closer, you were able to take a good look at him. He looked different. He was tan from the desert sun, dressed in a denim jacket and black jeans. His eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. There was also an edginess, a restlessness to his movements that you didn’t recognize.

He dropped his cigarette, stepped on it, and put his hands in his pockets. You could feel him taking you in behind his dark shades.

“It’s good to see you,” he said.

“You too.”

“Let’s figure out a game plan. I feel like I just landed on an alien planet.”

You sat across from Kendall in the booth, squinting in the hard sunlight that slanted through the window. The waiter brought two mugs of hot coffee. You sipped it gratefully, feeling it nudge against your dull headache. As the waiter stepped away, you took in the sight of Kendall sitting across from you.

“How long have you been here?” you asked.

“A few days. Just clearing my head.”

“You seem good.”

“I feel good.” He sipped his coffee, eyeing you over the rim of his mug. “How have things been for you while I was gone?”

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m not getting anywhere. I don’t have many allies.”

“You and Greg seem pretty tight.”

“I guess so. You cling to each other for survival when you have an insane boss.”

“Pretty bad, huh?”

“It wasn’t this bad when you were around. You’re like a path through the insanity.”

“Well, thanks. But I’ve done plenty of fucked up things, too.”

“It’s different. This borders on abuse.”

Kendall looked alarmed. “Hold on, you don’t mean, like—“

“No, no. Nothing like that. Just psychological shit.”

“Are you okay, though?”

“I’m coping.”

“Meaning?”

“I’m drinking a lot more.”

Kendall nodded, still peering at you intently. “Uh-huh.”

You gazed into the steaming coffee for a moment before voicing the question that was on your mind.

“Does this mean you’re back?”

“I don’t know yet. I’m still working up the courage to see my family.”

He didn’t say any more. The waiter brought your food; huevos rancheros. Kendall stuck with coffee. He watched you dig in with a slight smile.

“You seem like you’re thriving here. Big blue Cadillac. Local cuisine.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s very different here.”

“Seriously. I feel like never get to see the real you. We’re always under the cloud of my dad. You know what I mean?”

You nodded. ”Everyone’s been on eggshells around him this week. I don’t know how you live with it.”

“It’s fucking torture.”

He was smiling, but you could see the pain in his dark eyes.

“Are you going to eat anything?” you finally asked.

“Not that hungry. I guess the desert’s making an ascetic out of me.”

He smiled again and looked down at his hands, turning his sunglasses over and over. He hadn’t stopped fidgeting through the entire meal. You set your fork down and slid your empty plate to the side.

“Hey,” he said, “How long can you be away?”

“At least until someone notices the car is gone.”

“Come on. Let’s go somewhere.”

You drove the Cadillac as Kendall leaned back in the passenger seat, watching the desert fly past. An orange glow filled the sky as the sun sank lower.

“How far do you want to go tonight?” he asked.

Your heart skipped. “What are you asking?”

He laughed. “Jesus. Not like that. I mean how far do you want to drive? Mexico?”

“Are you serious?”

“I don’t know. Am I?”

You looked at him, and you still couldn’t tell. The sun was beginning to sink, casting long shadows on the black road. The mountains grew darker in the distance. Kendall leaned forward, peering out at the desert.

“Let’s stop up here for a second.”

You slowed the car, pulling to the side of the road. Low music drifted from the radio. You cut the engine, suddenly surrounded by a deafening silence. Kendall went very still, listening.

“This is a good place,” he said in a soft voice. He opened his door and started out. “Come on.”

You followed. Small jackrabbits leapt out of your way on the path, which was surrounded by yellow-flowering creosote. A low breeze set everything in motion; the shrubs, the sand, the furtive animals.

You climbed a low plateau that overlooked the sprawling desert. Kendall stood taking it all in. He pulled a small baggy from his pocket and flicked it with his fingernail. You watched in alarm as he dispensed a small amount onto the flesh of his thumb and sniffed sharply. His body seemed to relax. His expression grew lighter. He looked at you almost apologetically, as if awaiting your judgement.

“Yeah. Sorry. This is what I’ve really been doing.”

It was all starting to make sense. The restlessness, the edginess. The fact that he had been here for days without telling anyone.

“Shit, Kendall,” you murmured.

“I’m okay.”

“Are you, though?”

“Not really. You?”

You looked at his hands, which still held the bag of coke. Without a word, Kendall tapped out a rough line of powder onto the flesh of his thumb and offered it to you. You leaned forward, pressing one nostril closed, and snorted it off his hand. When you sat up, the world was reeling. The sunset had turned everything to flame. You looked at Kendall and smiled.

“I’m glad you came here,” you said.

“I’m sorry I left you alone with them. I just didn’t want to bring you down with me.”

“I’d rather work for you. I feel like I’m going to have a fucking panic attack when your dad comes into a room.”

“Now you know what my entire life’s been like.” He smiled. “If you’re not careful, you’ll turn into me.”

You turned to look at him. “But I admire you more than anyone.”

Kendall laughed. Tears slowly rose in his eyes.

“Wow. Never thought I’d hear those words.”

He sniffed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“I’m serious,” you said.

“You know, my dad never praises anyone. But everything I do is for him, just hoping that one day he’ll look up and say that I did a good job.”

You sat for a long time watching the sunset until the sky grew purple and dark. Eventually you wavered to your feet, then held out your hand for Kendall. With a big heave, you got him to his feet. He stumbled forward into your arms, then leaned heavily into you. You put your arms hesitantly on his back, feeling the dampness of his shirt. He rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“I missed you,” he said.

You squeezed your arms tighter around him.

“I missed you too.”

He quietly withdrew from your arms. You began to scramble down the plateau, busting your asses several times. By the time you reached the bottom, you were cracking up, covered in dirt. Kendall doubled over with laughter, his hands on his knees, wiping tears from his eyes. Then he looked up and smiled: that big, heart-melting smile.

Your heart suddenly grew warm, despite the oncoming desert cold. As you drove, you snuck a glance at Kendall. His face was turned towards the red sunset, glowing with happiness. A false happiness, you knew. But he deserved all that he could get.

As you pulled up the driveway to Connor’s ranch, you saw a tall figure running out to meet you. It was Greg. Kendall hopped out of the car and pulled Greg to him in a hug.

“What up, Greg?”

“Hey man, I’m really happy to see you but I also have bad news. Turns out those cars are highly precious to Connor. Also, Logan is pretty unhappy about the situation.”

“Does he know I’m here?” Kendall said.

“Well, yeah. It was hard to explain otherwise.”

“That’s what he’s unhappy about. My dad doesn’t give a shit about the car.”

Kendall started towards the house with you and Greg following close behind.

“Is he okay?” Greg said quietly.

You just shook your head. “I don’t think he should be here right now.”

It was cool and silent inside the adobe house. Then, the unmistakable boom of Logan’s voice shook the air.

“Where the fuck are they?”

Kendall seemed to waver in his tracks, then forged ahead towards the kitchen.

Everyone stood together, waiting. They fell silent as you entered the room.

“Has everyone resolved their familial issues?” Kendall said as he strolled forward.

“Jesus, is he high?” said Shiv.

“Are you blind?” said Roman. “He’s completely fucking wasted.”

Logan made a beeline for you, causing your heart to drop steeply.

“I should have you fucking arrested. Car theft, drug possession. What else?”

“Hey, fuck off,” Kendall said, stepping between you. “She was just doing what I asked.”

Logan’s eyes pierced through you. You couldn’t move, couldn’t escape the vice grip of his gaze.

“Don’t you know him better than that? You’re his fucking assistant, no?”

“Actually, she’s my assistant,” Tom said in a low voice, but Logan didn’t hear.

“Yeah, she got loaded with me,” Kendall said, raising his voice. “That’s because she’s my only friend in this shitstorm of a life.”

Logan turned to Kendall, looking him dead in the eye. “You don’t deserve a life.”

Then, jabbing a finger at you: “And you’re fucking fired.”

Logan turned and walked away. Kendall was still reeling from the blow his father had just delivered. He looked like he was about to fall over from the force of it.

“She doesn’t work for you!” Kendall managed.

“Technically, she works for me,” Tom said, still unnoticed.

“Then you get rid of her,” Logan said to Kendall. “She’s not good for you.”

Logan turned and stalked out of the room. Kendall just stared after him, shaking. Finally, he seemed to snap out of it.

“Come on,” he said to you. You followed as he stormed away, painfully aware of the stares of his family as you left.

“You got the keys?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Get in that car.”

“Jesus, Kendall-“

“Then give them to me. They can say I stole it.”

You didn’t hesitate to toss him the keys. You hopped into the passenger’s seat. Kendall started the car, peeling down the ranch road with red dust glowing in the taillights.

Kendall tore down the straight desert road, headlights cutting through a thick darkness.

“I didn’t want my dad to hurt you.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. It’s the worst feeling in the world.”

He was silent as he continued to drive, eyes fixed ahead. Finally he spoke.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. This is my fault.”

You couldn’t argue that, but you also couldn’t blame him. “It’s okay. I’m just trying to figure out what I’m going to do.”

“Work for me,” he said.

You looked at him, trying to gauge if he was serious.

“It’s either that or go back to my dad, begging for a job.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“I know. So I’m rehiring you as my assistant. Actually, I’m promoting you to senior advisor.”

“What does that involve?”

“Getting drunk with me until we both forget the pain.”

You bought a bottle of tequila at a nearby ABC store in the next town, then stopped at the first motel you saw, a cheap but clean place called The Desert Flower. You were both crashing from the cocaine. Kendall’s eyes were bleary and red, his face dark with stubble. He was going down fast. You sat in the car, taking turns with the bottle, unable to even make it to the room.

“I’m sick of wanting to fucking die.”

“Kendall…”

“You heard him, right? He said I don’t deserve a life. That’s how he makes me feel. Every day.”

You heard his voice break. Tears streamed down his face.

“What would it take? For him to smile at me once, to pat me on the fucking back? What do I have to do?”

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do.”

He stared at you, and for a moment it looked like his entire world was crashing down around him. You saw the loss playing out behind his eyes as he realized the truth of your words. Then he leaned forward, put his hand on the back of your head, and kissed you.

You didn’t hesitate to respond. Everything was falling apart, but at least you could feel the warmth of him, his searching hands, his desperate mouth. You squeezed his wrist as his hand gripped your thigh. Then you both suddenly pulled back.

“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

He was still holding your hand tightly. You wouldn’t let go. You both caught your breath, reeling from the touch.

“I need to go inside,” he said.

He leaned on your shoulder on the way into the room. When you got inside, he collapsed onto his knees, sobbing. You got down on the floor with him, stroking his back, trying to talk to him. But he didn’t seem to hear. He curled up on the floor, totally unresponsive, rocking himself as he wept.

You didn’t know what to do. The Kendall you knew was suddenly gone. You could only think of one ally who could still help you: Greg.

Need help, you texted.

Where are you?

You sent him the address of the motel. He responded immediately.

I’ll be there as soon as I can.

You finally got Kendall off the floor and onto the bed. He huddled there like a frightened child.

An hour passed. You heard a car pull up and saw headlights flare through the curtains. When you opened the door, Greg was sitting there in a red convertible. You laughed, unable to help it.

Greg got out of the car, looking completely out of place.

“Yeah, I know…” he sighed, looking at the car. “There aren’t many Ubers in the middle of nowhere.”

“Does anyone know?”

“Just Tom. He said he’d cover for me. So we’ll see how that goes.”

He peered past you into the room.

“How’s Kendall?”

“Not good.”

“What about you? You don’t look so good yourself.”

“I just need someone here to make sure one of us doesn’t die.”

“Okay, yeah. We should definitely try and prevent that.”

You moved aside, letting Greg through. Kendall was still curled on the bed, his head tucked into his arms.

You sat beside Greg on the edge of your bed, talking in low voices as you gazed at Kendall.

“What have you guys been doing?”

“A lot of coke and tequila.”

“Wow. So a pretty serious binge, then.”

“I think I’m in over my head.”

You gazed at Kendall, who had withdrawn so far into himself that you didn’t know if he was aware of your presence.

“I thought I could help him,” you said.

“That’s more than anyone else has done for him.”

“Why don’t they try to help him?”

“Honestly, I don’t think his family knows how to see him as a person. They only think of themselves.”

“Maybe it’s a good thing I got fired. I don’t know why I even want to work for them.”

“I frequently ask myself the same question. But even though they kind of suck, I still like them.”

“They’re your family.”

“That’s true.”

Greg looked thoughtful. “Then why do you stick around?”

You gave a slight nod towards Kendall’s sleeping form.

“I want to see him win. Not for anyone else. For himself.”

You couldn’t see it in the darkness, but a tear gathered in the corner of Kendall’s closed eye and slid down the bridge of his nose, then was gone.

Greg slept on the floor between your beds. You gave him half of your pillows and the top sheet of your bed.

Sometime in the night, both Greg and Kendall began to snore lightly. You could feel their resting forms in the darkness, the hum of the air conditioner, the traffic slowly streaming by outside. Cars rumbled in and out of the parking lot. Doors open and shut. Everything moved slow in the late hours of the night, the early morning.

They weren’t your family, but you loved them. You didn’t belong among them, but you had made a place for yourself in their lives. And they had become an inseparable part of yours. You held onto this thought as you waited out the long night.

It was early, and you were just beginning to fall asleep, when you heard vague sounds of movement in the room. You felt someone crawl into the bed with you. It was Kendall. He drew himself close, facing your curled form, mirroring it with his own body. He pressed his forehead against yours and reached pleadingly for your hands. You twined your fingers around his.

“Hey,” he whispered. He sounded as if he had been crying.

“Hey.”

You felt his hands for the first time, stroking them with your fingers. He held tightly to you, drawing himself as close as possible.

“Am I going to be okay?” he rasped.

You put your hand on the back of his head. He was shaking, tears dampening the pillow.

“I promise.”

You held him for a long time, until his breathing calmed and he finally stopped shaking. He never let go of your hands, never moved. Your knees touched, arms intertwined. When you opened your eyes, he was looking at you. Neither of you said anything. He stroked your hand with his thumb.

Greg groaned from the floor, and both of you went still, listening. Then you started to giggle.

“Where the fuck am I?” Greg mumbled, rolling over in his sheets, still half asleep.

Kendall snorted, and you shushed him, still trying not to laugh. You could still see tears in his eyes. But he was smiling.

[slimeypuppy]

Summary: On the night of Shiv's wedding, Roman and Kendall went for a drive that ended in a horrible car accident. Kendall survived; Roman did not. His spirit, however, lives on. (Warnings available on AO3 and the first post in the fic tag. For more detailed warnings, direct message me.)

WC: 2.7k | AO3

Chapter: Moonlight Sonata (1/13)

Everytime Kendall thinks his life can’t possibly get worse, it does. He thought he had finally put all of his past behind him, and then the failed vote of no confidence eviscerated him, returning him to a shell of a thing that parties and uses and does everything possible to mute the constant loud, erratic thoughts pounding on the inside of his brain. He knows he’s worked so hard to get to sobriety, but once the whole world figures he’s been using, it’s too easy to just give in anyways. If he didn’t know how badly Shiv wants him here, the whole family here, he wouldn’t have even come to this wedding. He’d rather get fucked up with Stewy in New York until his brain turns off for good. Kendall almost fled when he heard their father was coming, too, but he stuck it out. No matter how badly they destroy each other, he does love his siblings. Shiv and Roman, even Connor, will always live inside of his heart, no matter how many times they squeeze the damn thing in their cruel fingers. When he was little, it was always the Three Musketeers. Kenny, Rome, and Shiv, armed against the world, not yet taught to point their sabers at one another, were an unstoppable force when their cheeks were still chubby and their hair still baby soft. Their father makes the immovable object. Then they were forced to separate, weapons raised, and it led them down this path of not really being close enough to know each other’s lives, but still intertwined just so.

He’s been fucked up for most of the reception, if he’s honest. Between Greg’s awkward back-alley dealings and that one waiter Kendall bullied into sharing, he’s riding some kind of high already while the evening is still young. It should feel free, but instead it feels like his body is weighed down with ten tons of lead. As he sits outside, sucking in the air dirtied with cigarette smoke and too many people close by, footsteps sound behind him, close together and fairly soft, betrayed only by the click unique to dress shoes on the pavement. He doesn’t need to look up to recognize Roman, although the overwhelming scent of his expensive but noxious cologne would give him away even before he sits down next to Kendall. At some point, he’s shed his jacket, betraying a loose tie, untucked shirt, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looks old and skeletal in the orange lighting cast over them, lips tugged down at the corners in an unconcealed frown.

“Hey,” Kendall says, nudging him with his elbow. “Talk to me, man.”

At first, it seems as though Roman will refuse, opening his mouth and beginning a syllable only to cut himself off before it reaches the second. It could be any number of things, from another heavy-handed blow delivered by a near tipsy father to a particularly painful rejection from Tabitha. Kendall almost asks again, only stopped by the knowledge that such a repetition would guarantee nothing but refusal from Roman.

“Do you want to go for a drive?” Roman finally asks, looking out at the vehicles parked around them, laid in careful places by an overpaid one night valet. “I can get Dad’s keys, and we can go get some fresh air. Some quiet, maybe.”

“Where would we go?”

He shrugs and bites at the inside of his cheek, a juvenile and oft suppressed trick Kendall taught him when they were small to avoid spilling out a comment that might get him hurt by the raging temper of an uncaring parent. It’s painful to see a resurgence here, but Kendall can hardly throw stones over coping mechanisms tonight. Instead, he imagines a reality in which the two of them, and even Shiv and Connor, talk openly about their pains, if only to release it like bloodletting leeches in the fourteen-whatevers. Kendall only vaguely remembers learning about medicine so early in history. He was never someone to pay much attention in class to anything besides business and economics.

“Fuck if I know. I guess we’ll just drive until we find someplace good to stop.”

Kendall doesn’t verbally agree, but he does stand and hold out one palm, outstretched and facing up, in a wordless offer of help. Roman completely ignores it as he stands, able to keep steady and upright with much more ease than Kendall can manage given how fuzzy the world has gone around the edges. He’s clearly had something to drink tonight, based on the faint sting of alcohol on his breath, but not enough that Kendall is particularly worried about him driving. It’s better than putting himself behind the wheel, and he doesn’t feel like waiting for a chauffeur who might not be willing to stop off wherever they want and will then have to wait for them until they feel like coming back. This is something private. Something shared between brothers.

He lopes along behind Roman to the man currently in charge of valet, and waits with formidable patience for the three minutes it takes for them to bring the car around. It’s white and vintage, absolutely beautiful, and Roman slips into the driver’s seat with an unforeseen ease, as if the car was made for him. He adjusts the seat before pulling off, so effortlessly smooth that it makes Kendall jealous.

While he knows how to drive as well, he’s much more prone to simply allowing himself to be driven so he can attend to whatever he needs in the meanwhile. Roman, on the other hand, is just as likely to drive himself as he is to wait for a driver, unless their father is around. It’s something about freedom, he had said, on a summer vacation the year he turned sixteen. A friend at military school taught him. Able to drive himself, and gifted a beautiful sports car, he had been free in a way that Kendall envied and Shiv cried over. Shiv was still too young to go anywhere by herself, and Kendall, away at college, didn’t have his license yet. Stewy did, and was painstakingly teaching him to make donuts in the grocery store parking lot. Roman had seemed so mature in the front seat of his car, driving and playing music while he talked Kendall’s ear off about everything in the world, but also small and fragile enough that Kendall couldn’t help a comparison to a baby bird first learning to fly without plummeting out of the nest. Roman got in his first car accident that summer. Kendall wasn’t there, but Shiv was next to him in the front seat, and he remembers how hysterical she had been even though they both got out okay. A scratch on her face was her only injury, though it seemed life-ending to a narcissistic teenager. Roman, if Kendall remembers, had actually spent a whole night at the hospital. After that, it was a couple years before he drove again.

He must still drive a lot, to be so at ease on the road, as they travel down deserted lanes until the castle is but a faint glow in the background. Few street lights illuminate the path, leaving their surroundings nearly invisible save for the warm beams the headlights cast on the road in front of them. Already, Kendall feels better. It’s less stifling in this car. Roman’s mouth is still cast in a straight grim line.

“You can talk to me, you know,” he reminds.

“Fuck off.”

Kendall laughs, but there’s no real humor to it. It’s only obligation that brings the sound, or maybe some habit that he’s never quite broken from the days where cursing and insults were unerringly funny. He watches out the windshield quietly for a few moments, until he sees something in the road. Brown, leggy, with glowing white eyes. For a moment, it looks like it has a mouth full of teeth. Kendall feels frozen in his seat, but Roman curses and jerks the wheel to avoid the thing. Unfortunately, the car skids, and the next thing he knows, they’re falling over the side of the road, down, down, down and it feels like they’re weightless and spinning. He can’t bring himself to do anything but watch. His seatbelt locks around his body.

Something breaks the windshield, a tree branch, perhaps, in a webbing series of cracks that could completely shatter at any moment. The sound the car makes with every crunch of metal grates against his ears. No amount of drugs can wash away the terror that this moment brings. He hits his head against the side wall of the car at some point, so painfully hard that stars explode in front of his vision. The headlights stop shining. He feels like his whole body is being shaken around inside a noise stick. Loud. Small. Crashing-hurting-breaking-burning, all so fast that it’s hard to get so much as a fraction of a breath into his pathetic lungs. Is he breathing? Is his heart beating? It seems to last so long that he has time to scramble at his useless mental faculties for some kind of prayer he must have learned in Sunday School. There’s nothing. If there is a God, he’s abandoning Kendall now to this new crash in a much worse repetition of the memory he was grasping at what feels like hours ago now.

When the car finally slows, he realizes the new motions are the subtle rocking and falling of it into the depths of some kind of lake or pond. With no light, he can hardly see, but he knows they have to get out fast. He struggles with uncooperative fingers to get his seatbelt off, then fumbles for the interior light of the car in an effort to see what he’s doing. He can’t find one. The car is too old. In the dimmest of lighting, he can see the reflection of water beginning to seep through the cracked windshield. Before long, its pressure will turn each line into a full break.

“Roman?” he asks, leaning over to his brother, trying to get his attention. “Rome. Rome!”

It’s hard to see, but it looks like his head has fallen forward, unnaturally limp. His skin shines in places. At first Kendall thinks it’s sweat or the leaking water, but when he tries to brush some of it off of Roman’s clammy skin, it’s just a little too thick and when he brings his hand closer to his own face, he can smell its metallic tang. Blood. Roman is bleeding. Kendall tries to get Roman’s seatbelt undone, but the thing won’t budge, crumpled in the crash like the side of Roman’s door and the well beneath the dashboard where his short legs were tucked. In an effort he already knows to be futile, Kendall tries to pull him out, hoping to just slip him out of the seatbelt, but he can’t. He feels around Roman’s legs to find more horrible, hot, sticky blood and hard things with a rough texture that he doesn’t want to identify. Nothing but twisted and sharp metal surrounds Roman’s legs, pinning them in place. The water is beginning to push its way into the car faster now, and Roman still isn’t moving.

“Roman, wake up. You have to wake up, please. Please, please, Rome, we have to go. Roman. Roman, please!”

The windshield finally gives in and the water comes rushing in too fast to counter. Kendall barely has time to take a breath before he’s submerged, although Roman isn’t so lucky. He doesn’t even move. There are bubbles coming from his lips, though, so Kendall keeps trying to get him out until his lungs are burning with a lack of oxygen. Finally, he allows himself to force open his door and swim to the surface, sucking in desperate lungfuls of crisp night air before diving down once more. The murky water stings his eyes but he can’t leave Roman down there to die. He has to get him out. He has to save him.

He goes down again, struggling through the broken windshield this time and trying to pull Roman out by his upper body. His blood is swirling in the water, deep and almost black in so little light, a sharp contrast to his deathly white face. His hair is lightly floating. Kendall can still see bubbles, or at least he thinks he does, so he can’t give up yet.

Up to the surface again.

Down again.

He grabs Roman’s face and squeezes hard, trying to wake him up because pain has always done so. Pinches were the most surefire way to draw him from sleep when he was still small and sweet. It doesn’t work.

Up.

Down.

There are no more bubbles coming out of Roman’s mouth, and he’s still not moving. He’s gone.

Kendall returns to the surface a final time and swims slowly to the shore, crawling up the muddy banks. Even now, when he turns back, he can’t see the car in the water anymore, just an eerily still sheet of mirror-like water, reflecting the stars and moon with only the slightest ripples left over from his last contact. It’s like it never even happened, if he doesn’t look at his own soaked self. It’s a long way back up to the road, but he makes it, slowly and surely, until he can feel the rough surface of the road beneath his palms again.

As if to mock him, the creature Roman swerved to avoid is still waiting in the road. He can see now, as his eyes have adjusted better in the dark, that it’s a deer. Its eyes still seem to glow. Something inside him tells him to approach the thing, pet its soft fur and ask it why it’s done this to him, but when he takes a step toward it, it leaps off in easy grace to disappear among the trees on the other side of the road. He’s alone now. He reaches into his pockets, looking for his phone, and pulls it out only to see it incapable of turning on from so long underwater.

Help is not coming.

Kendall sets off back down the way they came, remembering it solely by virtue of what side they drove off the road and where the tires burnt rubber into the asphalt from the sharp and speedy turn. One foot in front of the other, more sober than he’s been in weeks but still hopelessly inebriated, he marches a death durge to the place from which they came. A party is still raging on. Shiv is happy and dancing with her new husband, their father is fuming over the hostile takeover, and Connor is probably harassing anyone who will listen about whatever half-cooked scheme currently captivates him. None of them know. They probably haven’t even realized Kendall and Roman are missing.

When the light of the venue glows before him once more, he could almost sob in relief. He’ll be safe here. He finds his way back to his room and swipes his key card to let himself in. It’s so clean. He tracks mud and dirt into the carpet, and everything he touches smears red with Roman’s drying blood that didn’t quite wash away in the water. He has a stash in here, liquor and some weed, and smokes and drinks until his head is too heavy to even lift anymore.

In the end, he doesn’t even make it to bed. Instead he gets into the shower and turns the water to cold, draining the rest of his rum as it rains down on him in a pressing reminder of what he left behind out there, deep underwater, nearly impossible to ever find again. Roman won’t even be found. Everyone will just ask where he went, and Kendall will lie and say he doesn’t know, until the valet mentions that they had left together. Then, and only then, will he be crucified upon the family cross, and possibly arrested for murder even if he did everything he could to get Roman to safety.

He falls asleep with the water still running.

[jarofstyles]

Fan Club III

A/N: We are glad people are enjoying this story so far, it is a bit of a slow burn but I promise things will be moving along in the next part. This part shows some increased sexual tension 😈Harry does love when girls speak different languages 😉 - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

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word count: 4.2k

Y/N had gotten a little giddy feeling in her stomach again when Harry had asked her to go for a coffee date. Not at her shop, but somewhere where they could talk and also be seen together. Just a nice little coffee date prompted by Jeff. This would be their first time actually hanging out on their own, it made her nervous in a good way. She’d actually get to talk to him and get to know him if he wasn’t so damn closed off. Y/N knew he’d probably be asking more questions about her, but whatever made him more comfortable. 

She showed up to the address he had given her right on time, having spotted him sitting in the corner of the coffee shop with a book. Y/N made sure to ask him about that later. He looked really cute and comfortable, casual Harry. It made her smile. 

“Hey, you.” Y/N smiled widely, genuinely excited to see him.

Harry had been nervous. Harry made the decision to try and be nicer to Y/N. So far, she hadn’t bitten at any money grabbing or fame opportunities. And while that made him scared about what the real motive was? He felt that it could be safe to be on a casual friend basis with her. She couldn’t get too close though. Not when he still dreamed about grabbing her throat and forcing her to her knees so she could suck him. Yeah. He had tried to work on that until he realized that he had to just accept it and try not to think about it too much. Thankfully today she wore a cute outfit that didn’t have her tits out. He couldn’t speak properly when they were. He respected women— of course he did. But Y/N really, really got inside his head. 

“Hi.” He closed the book and stood up, knowing it would be polite to hug her. Not that he was excited about it. He wasn’t... nope.

Y/N wrapped her arms around him and was bold enough to kiss his cheek, thinking that was appropriate. “How are you? How’s your week been?” She asked genuinely curious about how he was doing since the dinner. Of course she couldn’t find out any specifics, Harry wouldn’t let her. She had grown accustomed to him shutting her out so she sort of just expected it now. She waited for him to answer before she went to order herself a coffee and a cheese and tomato panini for lunch because she was a tad bit hungry. Y/N refused to let him pay, giving him her example of a stern look. “You paid for dinner, let me.” She pouted, just wanting to be self sufficient. 

Once they had gotten all their food bits sorted and sat down, Y/N felt the giddiness kick in. He was just so fucking handsome. She had trouble wrapping her mind around it still. To the whole world he was the most desirable bachelor and he picked her. She felt her ego inflate a little at that idea of power.

“Well.. I’ve been recording. I’m excited about the new album.” Harry said shyly. He didn’t know if she would care about it or not but so far she hadn’t given him reason to think otherwise. She had asked about it before. However, it was weird. She again insisted on paying for her own food. Wasn’t taking handouts. And it made him feel a bit more comfortable with her. Y/N was just very genuine seeming and he was confused as to what he should be thinking and feeling all the time. His mind was still split, but letting himself talk to her. “Want people to like it, but I want to like it most of all. But how is the bakery? Harry prompted, taking a bite of his own lunch. “I know that you probably have to get up early.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up, “you have?” She asked even though he had just said so. She was screaming internally because she’s been waiting for him to just do something. All the fans had no idea where he was whenever he wasn’t touring, and now suddenly they were getting content because— it made sense now. “I think people will love whatever you do, and I’m not just saying that.” She said honestly, “you’re very good at catering to large audiences and well, people love that you just do what you do.” Y/N let herself open up as a fan a little bit, show him that she actually did care about his music. 

Y/N took a bite of her panini and nodded her head, finishing chewing before speaking. “Oh yeah... 3:30 every work day.” She chuckled, “gotta make sure everything’s prepped and ready. We are thinking of getting more staff, but it’s not in the budget yet so we are hustling.”

Harry was surprised she seemed to know anything about his work. It was a pleasant surprise though. Her compliment was sitting nice even if she was just acting about it. However it seemed pretty genuine if you’d asked him. He winced at her answer for the time she woke up, though. That was rough. 

“Christ. 3:30 is early.” He hissed. “Thought I was an early bird at 6:30, 7.” Obviously a joke, but also a seedling of truth. Harry was up very often with his sleep problems, usually only getting 3 hours at a time. It’s why he had naps. Sleeping all night long didn’t work well. “I think you’ll get there.” He encouraged. If only he could trust her enough to be like this in private. He was just so terrified of being hurt and led on again and again. The past trauma of Camille and Kendall weighed heavily on him and he knew not many others in the world would understand his heartache.

“It is super early. I hate it, but I’m committed to the quality of our baked goods. Might think of some better methods for preparing. Maybe get up at 5 instead. That would be much better.” Y/N chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee. “Thanks babe.” She responded without thinking, genuinely feeling like she could say that. They happened to be sitting in a corner which was probably something Jeff didn’t want, but if Harry felt more comfortable in a corner that’s fine. The place seemed relatively busy, not too much that they couldn’t talk, but not too little and there were people who didn’t notice. 

“But besides being a baker, I do enjoy music and movies and traveling. And you’ve done all three of those things, well, four I should say.” Y/N teased, hoping that the little bits of information that she knew didn’t seem too creepy. She didn’t want to give away just how big of a fan she was, but wanted to be relatable.

She knew? That impressed Harry too. So she did research. At least she wouldn’t be thrown in blind if people or fans asked her stuff one day. It is a little reassuring. 

“Yeah? That’s cool. Uh— I like those things too. Sometimes traveling is a lot though.” He admitted. “S’a lot when you’re super tired and have shows every night. But I mean, it’s nice. I get to see more places than I got to beforehand, it’s definitely far calmer.” Y/N seemed to understand, nodding at his words. “Where do you want to travel to?” This was going okay right? It wasn’t too personal. Just enough that it was okay if someone else heard it. He wasn’t disinterested. In fact he craved more answers from her but had to calm him the hell down. Y/N was the type that seemed to be an open book but he was sure that there was more to her than that. Things she was hiding.

For sure.

“I’m sure... but you travel for fun sometimes no?” Y/N said with a small hum, she knew he went to Jamaica for the album but also to relax. He went to Italy and to Japan. All places she loved dearly. Y/N of course would let him speak about the places he’s been himself. Maybe he would tell her something she didn’t already know.

“Greece. I’m a big history nerd and I geeked out when I went to Italy. But yeah, Greece, Egypt, and Japan.” Y/N told him, giving him a little insight on her interests. She thought it was going relatively well, still to small talk for her liking but they couldn’t really get deep over coffee could they? “I love going to Russia. My family is from there, so we go back to visit family friends every couple of years.” She told him, knowing he had never been and she had always wanted him to. “If you ever have the opportunity to go, I highly recommend it.”

Lord... if she could speak Russian Harry may cream his damn pants. He had a thing for different languages and accents. He wasn’t sure how it had started or when but he had a thing for them and they turned him on so of course she could probably speak another one. 

“That’s cool.’I’ve been to Japan a lot. S’my favorite place.” Harry loved London too, but Japan was just relaxing. No paparazzi up his ass. People far more respectful of him and his privacy. “I like Jamaica to. America can be cool. You’ll probably end up coming with me to America sooner or later. New York or LA. I prefer LA. New York is kind of chaotic and it can be really cold and bitter in the winters and it’s all concrete so the summers are brutal. But LA is cool. I have a place there.” He was giving her that little bit of information. 

“I agree, New York is a bit shit. Visited some friends there and it was just… not what I expected? London is perfect to me, I’m biased.” Y/N shrugged, pausing for a moment when he mentioned bringing her with him to America. She had to remind herself it was part of the contract. “That would be fun. I haven’t been back to America in a while.” Y/N said and took another bite of her sandwich. 

“Can you speak Russian?” Harry had to ask, he shouldn’t have even done it because if she said yes he was going to have to think about that every time he was jerking off— which was a lot lately.

Y/N was waiting for him to ask. She knew he had a thing for accents and different languages, she had a feeling he would thoroughly enjoy this bit of information and she would run with it. He had a massive fan base in Russia that had been neglected and she was excited that she’d get to represent for them too. 

“Да я говорю по—русски” Yes I speak Russian.Y/N answered fluently. “Ты наверно не думал, да?” You didn’t think, yes?

It took every bit of self control Harry had to not drag her into the bathroom and bend her over the sink. Make her speak it while he fucked her deep and had her come apart on him. That was one thing she could do to wreck him. His eyes darkened at the little smile at her sentence's end. She spoke it perfectly accented too. And Harry would be thinking all about that tonight. Half of him wanted to keep her on speed dial and have her talk as he got off. It was that much of a thing for him. 

“Oh.. that’s cool. I try and uh... I try to learn languages with every place I go to. Just a little.” He was annoyed in his head. She hadn’t even showed her tits and his cock was twitching in his pants and wanting out. Harry swore that he hadn’t jerked off this much in his whole life, but Y/N has gotten him to the point of no return.

Y/N could tell by the look in his eyes that he really liked it, smirking at him because she had found the one thing she could use against him anytime she wanted. He would never actually fuck her, but she could at least get him turned on. That was already a win in Y/N’s book. 

“That’s cute.” Y/N giggled, “I can teach you some Russian if you’d like?” She was asking more for herself. She desperately wanted him to try and speak it. For years she’d been wanting one direction to tour in Russia just so Harry could try and speak Russian. “And then, you can book a tour date in Russia and be prepared. Wow them with your skills.” She smiled, genuinely wanting him to say yes to it. There was always something really sexy about how good Harry was at accents and languages. He was a smart and talented man and she would do anything to have him balls deep in her. Too bad he wanted nothing to do with her when they were in private and he was only talking to her now because he had to.

“I would love to learn a little bit.” Harry admitted. “I like languages a lot. It’s always been intriguing to me.” He still couldn’t get over the damn woman sitting there and talking to him in Russian with the smirk on her face. Did she know it aroused him thoroughly? Because it absolutely did. More than anything. “We have been looking into tour dates for Russia, actually. It’s been difficult to plan out and timing is difficult but I’d really like to go.” He knew Y/N found it good that he did because she absolutely lit up at the confirmation that he was indeed trying for it. “I know that you’d be a good tutor. I like hearing you speak it.” Harry let that little thing slip when he hadn’t meant to but, oh well. She would know that he was into the way it sounded and maybe use it to her advantage. However... if it was whispered into his ear at the right setting, he’d lose his whole cool.

“Oh my god! That’s great wow.” Y/N smiled brightly, “okay, I’ll teach you something new every week.” She said, deciding they could work on it as their relationship progressed. Plus, Harry would actually want to talk to her if she spoke Russian to him. She found the loophole. Y/N blushed, the smirk returning to her face for a bread moment before she thought about what she wanted to teach him. “What would you like to learn how to say?” She asked curiously, “something that would come in handy on stage? Or just general conversation things?” This would be fun for the both of them and to anyone listening in, it was a casual chat between people that were dating. From the corner of her eyes Y/N could see a few people had noticed Harry was there, but they seemed to respect the fact that he was with her which was strange. They didn’t want to interrupt because it was clear they were on a date.

“Uh... basic, I think.” Harry gave her a quirked little smile. Y/N looked so excited about it too. He was honestly happy to learn but wanted to hear her talk more first. So he sat there and let her speak it to him while he got honest to god hard in his pants. His cock ached when she went over basic phrases with him and he thanked god above that he had his jacket, otherwise he would be giving the world a show. It was a weird thing to be aroused by and he knew it but... there was the way Y/N sounded saying Russian words and how she had her voice a bit huskier and spoke quiet when she did that would have him thinking about it at intimate hours. Would it be so bad to take her to his car and fuck her? Yes. Yes— that would be very bad, Harry's brain. He knew that. Still, he wanted to. Y/N was having fun giving him the phrases to repeat back, and she flushed a little when he gave them a shot.

“Okay so, if you want to say ‘hi my name is Harry’ you’d say ‘previet menya zahvoot Harry’” Y/N started, chuckling a bit at his amused face. “I think that one is pretty simple.” She was getting far too excited about this, she had been waiting to hear him speak Russian for years. “‘How are you’ is also easy it’s, ‘kak di—la’ and to say ‘I’m good’ you’d say, ‘oo menya f’suwa harasho’” Y/N smiled, knowing it was a lot to take in but she slowed it down for him and guided him through it. He was a really quick learner and it made her horny as well hell  just listening to him. 

The hot part about this was that she was correcting him and he was saying things and just giving her these looks. There was a tension building up that Y/N was positive other people could see. Y/N could truly spend all her time sitting here talking to Harry, too bad they’d have to go back to barely speaking. Y/N was hopeful that maybe he would be okay with talking to her now that they had hung out on their own and had a bit of their own fun? Maybe this would be the start of something new and exciting.

“This is hard. I love it though.” Russian was definitely harder than Italian or Spanish which Harry knew bits of. But it was hot. Watching her mouth round over the sounds and her talk quieter and giggle at his mispronunciations.. it was incredibly arousing and he knew that he had to stop. He may mess his damn pants. “Thank you.” He smiled at her, taking her smaller hand and holding it in his. He would tell himself that it was so people could see and take photos but he knew that deep down, he just wanted to hold her soft little hand. Feel how warm it was. “Hm. You’re very warm.” He commented. Where else was she warm? Harry bet there were tons of places that he could find that would be even warmer than this. “I can’t wait to impress the Russian crowd with ‘previet menya zahvoot Harry’” He teased. “Honestly though... helps me connect with them that much more. Some don’t speak much English. And it’s cool to be able to make them feel good.”

Y/N felt like she was on fire, genuinely building tension with Harry that she knew no one could deny. Not even Harry if he protested. There was something about her speaking a different language that just opened up a new avenue they hadn’t been down before. If they weren’t careful they’d never come back. 

“I think it’s really sweet. You definitely do make their lives when you try and connect with them. It’s a step farther than most.” She reminded him. Harry was really good to his fans and really did love them. It made her heart swell because she was technically one of them, but he didn’t really know that. She wished she could tell him but part of her thought he wouldn’t be cool with it as even Jeff hasn’t told him yet. Y/N moved her other hand to play with his rings, tracing over them slowly whilst they spoke. Maybe she was desperate for touch, but god did it feel nice to just hold his hand and have him look at her the way he was looking at her.

Harry had to stop— really, he knew that much. But he couldn’t. Not when Y/N really had him by the balls when she spoke like that. Her hand felt good and he couldn’t deny that physically? There were tons of things he should be doing, but he was thinking about laying her over the table and licking from between her thighs all the way up to her tits. That would be lovely. 

“I hate to cut this, love. I’ve got to go to the studio.” He said quietly. He really did hate to cut this. He wanted to talk more and listen to her and watch her eyes roll over him. Harry didn’t think Y/N was faking her attraction to him. “I’ll get to see you tomorrow morning at the bakery, yeah?” He squeezed over her hand reassuringly. If only he could truly trust her. It hasn’t been that long yet, though. He couldn’t do that. Harry needed to keep his guard up. This heavy flirting was okay right now but he couldn’t let it get that bad alone. He was going to be okay alone but when she aroused him he was going to have to back off.

Y/N frowned a bit when he said he had to go but understood. He was busy and well, she’d just go back home and relax the rest of the day. Maybe she would go online and see what people were saying? She’d been MIA on her fan account and people probably connected the dots by now.

“Alright, I’ll walk out with you.” She spoke, getting up and slipping on her jacket. London was quite chilly this time of year but not too cold. You could wear what you wanted as long as you have a bit of a jacket to wear just in case. Y/N led the way out of the coffee shop and he followed, she could sense eyes on her already. There weren’t any paps outside but there were a few fans that took pictures on their phones. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Y/N hummed as she turned to look at him, waiting for him to respond before going in for a hug as usual. Y/N was giddy after their little date today, she wasn’t sure how he felt about her. She was convinced today was genuine but for all she knows it could be a lie.

Harry hugged her back, kissing the top of her head for extra measure. Mainly because that deep part of him wanted his lips on her anywhere he could get and that was a safe spot. It made him feel so off because she fit right in his arms. Perfectly nestled there, her face in his chest, it was perfect for him. She would have to go up on her tiptoes to kiss him or he would have to bend down but he likes that. Harry felt weird going to leave. One last squeeze, he gave her a parting smile. 

“Course. Please put extra lemon bars in there for me, sweetheart.” 

Y/N hummed at the kiss on the forehead, pulling back with a wide smile. “Of course I can babe, have a good day. Can’t wait to hear all about it.” She spoke to him, desperately wanting to lean in and kiss him but she couldn’t. Not yet anyway. She made her way back to her flat, feeling really smiley and giddy. She took precaution to make sure people didn’t really notice her. Y/N was just thankful her building had multiple entrances. 

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Online, fans were freaking the fuck out. A video a fan took was circulating as well as photos of them inside the cafe. 

‘Oh my god look at him. He NEVER does this. He’s holding her hand, and he’s looking so deeply at her I can’t—’

‘The way he’s holding her. My god I want to die.’

‘THE KISS ON THE FOREHEAD... PLEASE WHO IS THIS GIRL I WANT WHAT SHE HAS!!’

‘Wait.. who is this girl? She isn’t famous right?’

Y/N logged on to see all the photos and it made her gooey. Harry was looking at her with those loved up eyes and they just looked so happy together. These poor fans were lapping it all up. Y/N desperately wanted to comment, but she chose not to. She’d wait for Jeff’s directions. If the fans knew she had a fan account it would only cause them to look back and see the years worth of Harry obsessed tweets she had. Y/N wished she could share the feeling of hugging Harry with every single fan on her timeline. They deserved it.

Harry logged in to look too. They were taking a break at the studio and he was genuinely shocked at how he looked at her. He played the part well. Almost too well. She did too, to be fair. They both looked so loved up and happy and Harry's smile was devilish in the way that people probably could tell he was incredibly attracted to her. He could tell, anyways. But he hadn’t seen photos of himself like this before— never allowed himself to be open with someone. 

The pictures of their hug are what got him though. It looked natural. Very natural. Like it was meant to happen. If he had seen them on the street as an outsider he would probably coo internally. Holy fuck. He sat back on the couch and threw his hand over his eyes. What the hell was he going to do now? He needed to be nice to her, but he didn’t know how to do that and also not being her back to his place and fuck her for a good 3 days straight.

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[part 4]

A/N: Harry’s character in this is a bit of a dog but... he means well? buckle up for the next part hehe 😈- n + d

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[harryskalechips]

Harry, I love you.

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H.

The day you started coming home later than I expected, I knew you were working hard in the studio.

The day when you forgot to kiss me goodbye before leaving on tour, I knew you were just in a rush to not miss your flight. 

The day you started to no longer call me every night before you sleep miles away in a different country, I knew you were just tired.

What I did not know was that you were slowly drifting away from me because you love somebody else. 

H, how could I know I was not good enough for you? How did I let myself believe that you could be happy with me when there are so many beautiful and successful models who go crazy over you. 

You were the first man I loved, the first man that I trusted who would catch me when I fall. This whole year has been crazy with you. 

From the night I met you at Jeff’s Party, to the casual run-ins and the late-night calls. From the visits from my apartment to yours to finally making a home with you. You made every romcom unbelievable as I began to think how can any story be better than ours?

You held me close to your chest. You made me feel loved and safe but in the end, you chose to throw me away as if I was a toy you grew out of love with. And I know it’s been months from not hearing from you after the cheating scandal that embarrassed me but I never got the closure to move on. You are going around being free while I’m still held captive by the thought of you.

Harry, why do I still love you?

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It’s been a whole year since I wrote this letter to H that I would never ever send. Sometimes I think what would happen If I sent it to him. Would he see me as pathetic? obviously, Y/N

But along with months of missing his scent and presence, he hurt me and I can no longer live in a fantasy where he didn’t. Cleaning our apartment as I finally decided to sell it was slowly making me grow out of this toxic habit. Today would be the day, where I see him again. He had just finished his concert last night in California for the release of his 2nd album. I had to call him over to see if he had furniture he wanted to keep for himself. Have I heard the album? No, I wouldn’t like to. I don’t want to hear his voice as it reminds me when he used to sing me to sleep. 

Knock

I quickly throw the letter under my pillow and walk into the hallway before glancing at the mirror to check my appearance and open the door for him. I was wearing a basic crop top from Brandy along with my mom jeans as I just came back from Target buying containers.

“Hey.” I smile softly as I open the door wider for him to enter. He’s changed. I noticed he grew a little scuffle and he’s gotten much more muscular. He’s wearing his white tee and black Adidas track pants with his triple white ultra boost. Maybe, he came back from the gym?

Out of politeness, he kisses me on the cheek as he steps in and looks around at the almost empty apartment. “Hey Y/N, long time I haven’t seen you. Wow, this apartment never changed.” He smiles at me and rests his hands inside his pockets. The scent he has is still the same, the same flutters are still present in my stomach. 

As we walk further into the apartment, We decided to sit on the couch and catch up for a bit. This couch used to be where we would movies at night and cuddle, maybe even have a slow or fast fuck if we were feeling it. This was our couch. “I’m sorry would you like some tea?” I get up flustered as I realized I never offered my guest a drink.

“No, I’m alright. Just sit back down. I’ll look at the things later I wanted to see how you were Y/N.” I just nod silently as I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and sit on the couch facing him. “I never got to say I was sorry for hurting you.” That response was not what I was expecting.

“I guess it doesn’t matter, it’s been a year Harry. Just forget about it.” How could he apologize after a year I no longer want it. 

“Did you forget about us? Does our relationship no longer matter to you?” 

“You do mean “did” right?” I ask as if it was obvious because it is. 

“Yeah.”

“Harry, you cheated on me. I learned about it from a stupid Hollywood talk show and when I tried to ask you about it, you stopped answering me. You stopped picking up my calls, I tried to hear from you.” I can’t believe I’m in this position again after trying to move on.

“I’m sorry I did not mean to do that. You don’t understand I never cheated on you. Those photos of me and Kendall being touchy at the bar is not what it seems like even though I know it does. We were out with our friends and I was drunk. I didn’t know how to talk to you. I was scared to lose you and now that I already did, I’m stupid.” He faces me fully and comes closer.

“If you really loved me, you would have fought me to stay with you. Be honest, were you falling out of love with me? Were you already tired of me that you felt like you had to get attention from another girl?”

“Y/N..”

“No Harry, I don’t know why you had to bring this up again you clearly acted like it did not bug you at all.” I turn my face away from him staring at the packed boxes on the coffee table.

“Baby look at me. Please angel.” he grabs my hands so I face him with teary eyes. He’s crying too. He puts his face into my hands and gets off the couch and kneels in front of me. “I am a weak man. You changed me. You have always been different from any girl I was ever with. I’m sorry I was with Kendall that night knowing I should have been in bed talking to you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry please baby.”

“Would you have said sorry to me like this if I have never called you to come to the apartment Harry! What kind of weak man are you to show yourself after you let the pain settle too long in my heart? You’re pathetic!” He looks at me and cries more. 

“I’m scared to see you because I love you so fucking much. I’m scared because you are the first girl I have ever fallen in love with! I fucking adore you! And when I realized that, I was scared because I knew I would hurt you. I knew this world I’m in is not where I wish you and I were together. I wish I wasn’t famous where you wouldn’t have to share me with everyone in this world. I wish I can post about you and talk about you whenever I wanted to but it isn’t easy being in this world. Y/N, I don’t know how to face you, I don’t know how to deal with all the fucking problems I have with work when I easily just melt thinking about you. I can’t function. You consume me.”

“Harry, I love you.” I run my hands through his hair feeling him once again. “But I can’t be with you if you can’t take me on. I can’t have you scared of me, I need you to feel safe with me. I’m sorry this is our world. Maybe, in a different life, we will get what we want but I can’t fight for you here knowing you won’t fight for me back Harry.” I whisper as I lean and rest my chin on the top of his head. He rests his face on my thighs and hugs my legs as he sobs. 

“I’m falling again Y/N and I don’t want to be the someone you won’t talk about. I love you, please don’t forget us.”

“I can never.”

[hortensemitchell]

Love Science: Chapter Three

Logan believed that he could solve anything through the power of science, even something as complicated as love. James is set on teaching him that love can’t be summed up in experiments and charts.

The two of them might just learn that there is more to love than they realize.

Rating: T

Paring: Logan Mitchell/James Diamond

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“Okay so you’re close, but you have to flip the inequality sign when you multiply by a negative number.” Logan checks over the problem once more, making some notes with his blue pen.

It was important to never discourage making mistakes, so Logan always made sure that he did his corrections in any color but red. It was one of those small things, but from his years of tutoring he learned it made a difference.

He had also learned how to tell when his student wasn’t paying attention.

In front of him sat James with his head slumped over in his hand. His eyes were trained on the papers on the table, but his gaze was vacant. It was clear his thoughts were elsewhere and Logan knew he wouldn’t be able to get through this session until he brought him back to the real world.

With a sigh, Logan shut the notebook they were working in and waved his hand in front of James’ face. “I know algebra isn’t the most captivating subject, but you usually don’t zone out this early. Should I be worried?”

James stirred out of his thoughts and looked a little embarrassed to have been caught not paying attention. He runs his hands through his hair, and Logan instantly recognizes the nervous habit.

“I was just thinking.” He mutters not meeting Logan's eyes.

“Well yeah, but not about algebra obviously. So you wanna let me know what’s up?”

There’s this uncomfortable feeling settling in the pit of Logan’s stomach at the out of character behavior the other exhibiting. James is always Mr.Suave and Confident. And he is rarely at a loss for words. Whatever is on the other boy's mind must be serious.

On top of that Logan has to appear like he’s not fazed by this situation because if he freaks out too, he’s sure James will keep whatever is bothering him to himself.

So Logan sits patiently in his seat at the kitchen table, waiting for James to work up the courage to say what’s on his mind.

From his spot at the table, he can see Kendall and Carlos battling it out in a new racing video game in the living room. Usually Logan would have to tell them to keep it down at least a half a dozen times while he worked, but right now he was thankful for the background noise.

“There's a school dance this Saturday.” James takes a deep breath before he continues. “And I was thinking, or just wondering really. If maybe we should go to-”

“In your face! I told you, you should have opted for the extra nitro!” Carlos shouts from his spot on the couch. Logan and James glance over just in time to see Kendall slam a couch pillow against the smaller boy’s face. And just like that a full blow war begins as they wrestle for the upper hand.

Ordinarily Logan would find the sight amusing, and hell, he and James would join in on the competition. But right now he felt like he could murder half of his best friends.

“Guys! We’re trying to study here!” That wasn’t exactly true, but neither of them had to know it.

Kendall throws an apologetic look over his shoulder toward the table and slowly lowers the pillow he had in mid swing. And Carlos uses the momentary distraction to shove Kendall to the floor, before he leans over and grabs the controller, starting their game once more.

Logan rolls his eyes at the shenanigans, before turning his attention back to James at the table. “So what’s this about the dance?”

“Oh! Well I was just thinking maybe we should go together, but uh with dates! Yeah we could all get dates.” James hastily said. “Maybe it would solidify my spot in school as the reigning ladies man.”

Logan tried not to let his disappointment show at the other boy's statement. For just a moment it seemed like James was going to suggest they go to the dance together. But that would be ridiculous right?

James was completely straight, and so was Logan. He had already concluded that those weird feelings he had earlier were just a side effect from his increased adrenaline from their near death experience.

No, James was right. They should get dates, after all that was the whole point of dances. However, that sets a whole other issue for Logan. How exactly was he supposed to ask a girl out in two days? The only dates he had ever been on were double dates that James had arranged on his own.

He’s pulled from his own thoughts when he hears Kendall and Carlos talking, now both standing beside the kitchen table. He isn’t sure when they came over, but from the sound of it, they both seemed on board to get their own dates for the dance.

Logan figured that with the new topic of conversation tutoring was off the table for the rest of the afternoon, so he began packing up all the supplies as he listened to the boys discuss their plans for dates.

“What about Jenny Tinkler? You think she has a date yet?”, Carlos asked as he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets. If he was looking for a snack his chances were slim. Mama Knight tried her best, but feeding four growing hockey players was not an easy task.

From across the table James scoffed. “Jenny Tinkler? Do you have a death wish?”

“Didn’t she start a fire in chemistry last week?” Logan asked.

“Well yeah but accidents happen. And she’s really cool.” Carlos said with a pout.

“We were doing a study packet.” Kendall said as he made his way back into the living room. In his typical Kendall fashion, he didn’t seem all that bothered about the short timeline to find a date. “But hey if you call dibs, just watch your eyebrows. Don’t wanna end up like James.”

James abruptly stood from the table, and followed Kendall, Carlos not far behind with a half bag of pretzels and a cheese stick nestled in his arms.

“We swore to never talk about that again.”, James whined.

Logan chose to remain in his seat at the table, trying to wrap his brain around the new situation. He had 48 hours to not only find a girl he liked, but also convince her to give him a chance.

If he was more like Kendall, he could just walk up and strike a conversation. Usually an easy going smile and a joke about being a full time babysitter to his friends made any girl giggle.

Logan didn’t understand how he did it. If he attempted that chill laid back attitude, it would come off as stilted and fake. No one would believe someone stuttering and avoiding eye contact was calm and collected. So taking Kendall’s approach was out of the question.

Carlos had a different approach. He was so fearless that while he didn’t have the best track record of scoring dates, it never deterred him from asking out the next girl to catch his eye. And because of his never ending confidence, Carlos wasn’t embarrassed to make big romantic gestures. If he thought a flash mob would get a girl’s attention, then some way, somehow, he was going to make a flash mob.

Just the thought of rejection had Logan’s stomach tied up in knots.

And finally there was James.

Logan couldn’t say for certain what James did to get a girl’s attention. But whatever he did, it always seemed to work. He’d seen on many occasions, the taller boy throwing his arm around a girl’s shoulders and whispering quietly into her ear as she giggled at his words.

At the time, Logan would just roll his eyes and ignore the spectacle. But now he kind of wishes he’d paid attention, so he knew the right approach to this.

If only he could solve love like a science problem. Run a hypothesis, and figure out for certain the right actions to get a response. That made sense to Logan, that he could understand.

But what if he could treat this like a science experiment? Love science. That’s all it is. After all love and attraction, it’s just chemicals in the brain. If Logan studied hard enough, he’s sure he could crack the code.

Logan stands from the table, slinging his bag over his shoulder hastily. If he was gonna be able to understand the fundamentals of love in two days, he needed to get a move on.

He throws a quick goodbye over his shoulder as he rushes out the door, unsure if the other boys had even heard him. They were absolutely engrossed in the game Kendall and Carlos had been playing earlier, and Logan wishes he had the time to join them.

For now though he was on a mission.

[ibelieveinharrystyles]

Chapter One: Something New

this is the first part of my new series i hope you enjoy it :)

Forever? Masterlist

31st October 2015

Somehow Ashley was late, well she wasn’t late late, just later than she had said she’d be, who knew getting two trains from Holmes Chapel to Sheffield could be so time consuming. She panted heavily as she approached the security at the back entrance to the arena, showing them her driver’s license, and they checked her name off of the guest list, Paul led her down the corridors and through the arena to catering where Harry was sat eating food from the buffet, they hadn’t seen each other in almost a month, but they still managed to speak pretty much everyday. She quietly approached her best friend who was sitting across the table from Niall, clearly involved in a heated debate. “Guess who?” she chimed, covering his eyes with her hands.

“Susan Boyle?” he joked, before Ashley lightly slapped him round the back of the head.

“You’re a little shit, you know that don’t you?” she told him as she placed her bag and jacket on the chair beside Harry.

“But you wouldn’t have me any other way would you?” he replied, standing up and hugging her from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, his exquisitely decorated arms holding her tightly. “I’ve missed being your little shit.” Harry told her, “Food! Do you want some food? I told Sarah to make your favourite because I knew you were coming.”

“You’re a soft bugger aren’t you?”

“I think I prefered little shit.” Harry chuckled, his cheeky grin stretching from ear to ear.

“So how’ve you been?” Harry asked eagerly as the two of them found a space at a spare table, Ashley tucking into her plate of cheesy pasta and salad.

“Not bad, It’s weird not being in education, when I decided to take a gap year I thought I’d be buzzing, but I’m so bored.” She explained, twirling the pasta on her fork.

“Well I’m just happy to have you here love, I missed you.” he smiled, picking at Ashley’s pasta.

“I missed you too H, do you reckon you’ll come back home when the break begins?”

“For a little bit, I’m back at Christmas, but it looks like I’ll be in LA for New Years this year.”

“Oh I bet you will,” Ashley teased.

“What do you mean by that?” Harry smirked.

“You know exactly what I mean Styles! I do use social media you know, I’ve seen the pictures of you and Kendall, as long as you’re happy I’m happy, you are happy aren’t you?” she replied.

“I am Ash, I think I am.” Harry replied, sitting back in his plastic chair.

“What do you mean you think?”

“Alright Ashley? How’s tricks?” Louis asked as he took a seat beside her.

“Not bad, not bad, I hear congratulations are in order though, dad! that’s pretty crazy.”

“Yeah it’s mad innit, I’m excited though, lookin’ forward to it.”

“I’ve seen you with your Doris and Ernie, you’ll be a great dad.” she assured him.

“Cheers darling that means a lot,” Louis replied.

“I’ll see you two later.” Harry stood you, prepared to slip away before the topic of conversation turned back to him.

“Hey Styles! You didn’t answer my question.” Ashley called after him.

“Forget what I said, I’m happy. Promise.”

The final show was less than an hour away, the boys and their respective family and friends were all sat in catering together, the mood was different, everyone would always be so hyped up for a show, but today they were mellow, there was the same laughter there had always been, that was unmistakable, but it was different, everyone was reminiscent, talking about their favourite memories of the band that had been such a massive part of their lives. Ashley could sense Harry was quieter, he sat next to her twiddling with his thumbs and fiddling with his hair that Lou had only just fixed. “You wanna go for a walk?” She whispered, nudging his arm, he nodded.

The pair found themselves sitting on some steps behind the stage, the shrieks and chatter of the fans surrounded them as they did, “What’s eating you up H? I don’t think I’ve seen you like this before.” She rubbed her hand up and down his back, letting him know she was there if he needed her.

“Do you think we’re making a mistake?” Harry asked, looking at the floor.

“I think you’re making the right decision for you, look at it this way, you wouldn’t drive a car from London to Scotland without stopping off in Liverpool for petrol on the way, and you ,might decide not to stay in Liverpool too long, but on the other hand you might like Liverpool a lot, and you might decide to stay in Liverpool longer then you’d planned. What I’m trying to say is H, the last five years have burnt you all out, you wouldn’t be human if they hadn’t, no one would blame you Harry, how could they?” Before the band Ashley had always looked to Harry for advice, like she would an older brother, but ever since the X Factor final the tables turned, Y/N would always assure Harry that somehow everything was going to be alright.

“I’ve been offered a solo record deal.” Harry told her quickly, like it was a plaster he’d been meaning to rip off of his skin.

“That’s good isn’t it?”

“It’s three albums, no time scale, no pressure.”

“Looks like you’ll be stopping off in Liverpool a little longer than originally planned.” She told him, causing Harry to let out a loud chuckle, he rested his head on her shoulder and let out a relieved sigh, “Do you remember what I told you that night at the X Factor Final? when you were a skinny sixteen year old in baggy jeans, and I was a little fourteen year old with a terrible fringe.”

“No I don’t, that whole night is a massive blur.” he replied.

“You were anxious about the future, I told you that moment was just the beginning but you weren’t sure, and I said to you, tell me that in five years when you’ve got number one albums, won awards and sold out arenas, and frankly Harry my sentiments remain the same, you are going to do amazing things in the next few years, and the world will get to see the real Harry Edward Styles.”

The final show had drawn to an end, there were tears, before, during and after the show, mostly from the mums, tears of joy that their sons had accomplished so much, but also tears of sorrow, the feeling of uncertainty, not knowing what the next few years would hold. “You alright?” Ashley asked Harry whilst they were standing at the bar in the midst of the after party.

“Yeah, just about, come here,” he wrapped his arms around her, swaying from side to side as the music changed, “I’m so lucky I get to call you my best friend.”

“It's that song H, the one that Gemma had on that day we first met.” Ashley told him, gazing up at her best friend.

“We best go dance to our song then.” He replied, taking her by the hand and leading her to the dancefloor, the two of them dancing how you would expect two slightly drunk people to dance “But you don’t pull my strings cause I’m a better man moving on to better things!” Harry shouted, as they continued to dance together, laughing hysterically as Ashley held onto Harry’s hands.

“Strong dance moves Ash.” Niall chuckled as she returned to the bar, “Oh this is Matt, he’s been part of our tour crew for the UK leg, Matt this is Ashley.”

“Nice to meet you.” His Geordie accent thicker than any she’d heard before, his hair was combed back on top, and short at the sides, leading her to infer he was a peaky blinders fan. “Those were some impressive dance moves.”

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Niall announced taking his beer from the bar, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” He whispered to Ashley, sparking a small grin on her face.

“What are you drinking?” Matt asked as she took a seat on the barstool beside him.

“Heineken.” She told him, he raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised, “Were you expecting me to say white wine or something?”

“Usually I can tell what sort of drink someone would go for, how about you grab us a table and I’ll bring your drinks over.”

Ashley had no clue what possessed her to invite Matt back to her hotel room, he said he fancied a chilled one where it was quieter, and she quite agreed, the music was intense and the chance of having a proper conversation was slim to none. “So how long have you known Harry?” he asked, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

“Ten years, we were neighbours when we were kids, and I guess we’ve just been best friends since then.” She explained.

“So you’re not together?” He asked.

“God no, Harry’s like my brother, he’s always looked out for me, I’ve always looked out for him.” She explained.

“And what does your boyfriend think of how close you two are?”

“I haven’t got one.”

“There’s no way someone as fit as you doesn’t have a boyfriend,” he told her, edging closer to where she was sitting on the bed, placing his hand on the bare skin of her thigh, gradually sliding it up, under her skirt.

“You’ve got protection haven’t you?” she asked, reciprocating his kisses.

“Of course I do.” He told her, unbuckling his belt, his kisses became more intense as he hovered over her, there was no connection, not on Ashley’s part anyway.

“Rise and shine sleepyhead.” Ashley stirred from her sleep to see Harry knelt beside her bed, “I bought you some food petal,” He told her, stroking the hair from her face, before passing her a face wipe to remove last night’s makeup from her face.

“What did I do to deserve a friend as good as you?” She asked, sitting up in bed as she took a croissant from the plate Harry had placed beside her bed to nibble on.

“You’re clearly just born lucky.” He told her, “So tell me, where did you and Matt get to last night?”

“Oh shit.” she fell back against the pillow, hiding her embarrassed face from Harry, “We slept together,” she whispered.

“And he’s not here now? He’s literally just left you here? If I weren’t the calm person I am I’d be out of here looking for him.” Harry exclaimed, the anger in his voice apparent.

“If I’m honest H, I’m not bothered whether I see him again or not, he wasn’t the best I’ve had.”

“Who was?” Harry asked, clearly intrigued who his best friend had been with.

“Luke.” She shot him a knowing look, waiting for him to figure it out.

“As in Australian Luke? When did that happen?” He asked.

“The Take Me Home Tour Show in London, it was only one night Haz.”

“How come you never told me?”

“Do you tell me about every aspect of your sex life?” She replied quickly.

“I best leave you to get ready,” he stood up, making his way towards the door, “Quick one love, if you are going to have sex next door to me in the middle of the night could you keep it down a bit, these walls are paper thin.” He turned on his heel, smirking cheekily as he strolled out of her room.

“You’re a little shit Harry!” Ashley shouted after him.

“Love you too!” Harry shouted back, sighing to himself as he left the room.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Wet Sugar” [Part 25 of 30]

Summary: Yani forces Erik to realize some things...

NSFW. Mature Audience. Smut.

"I bet she could never make you cry 'Cause the scars on your heart are still mine Tell me that she couldn't get this sting 'She can almost be the worst of me' Too bad she's just eating off your dreams Let me know when you're ready to plea Maybe you just need to send for me

Send for me Send for me Send for me (woo) Send for me…"

Rihanna – "Woo"

She allowed him to stay the night with her in the apartment.

With Erik's arms wrapped around her, Yani lightly touched the scars on his chest and the silence in her bedroom wrapped them in a cocoon of denial. Tracing the contours of the keloids with her fingertips, she was aware that each one meant something, and her gut instinct told her it was something bad. Newer ones that he had returned with had healed up, and there wasn't much space left on his front or back to add that much more. Unless he planned on putting new ones down below…

Erik's lips kept brushing against her forehead, kissing her there all through the night. Neither one of them slept well, and when dawn arrived, Yani decided to skip her classes.

She held him all morning, even when he dozed off in a fitful bit of sleep. His heartbeat thumped in her ear and she tried to take in all of his body heat. She had to pee but was afraid to move, not wanting to break the spell of just holding him close. Keeping him with her. Her bladder won out and she slipped out of the room to relieve herself.

She knew he was awake once more when she felt his right hand rubbing on her right butt cheek. He glanced at his watch.

"You shouldn't skip your classes, Yani."

"I can catch up from a classmate…be still…"

She pushed him back down onto her bed when he tried to pull his shirt back on.

"Go to school—"

"Please…just lay down."

She rested her head back on his chest and wiped her eyes with her wrist, hoping no tears dropped on his skin. Erik rubbed her back.

"Don't get behind on schoolwork because of me. I have five days left. Klaue and the others are booked to leave in two. I'm closing down shop for him. We'll have time together. A whole weekend."

He tilted her chin up with his hand.

"I want you to bring Sweet Pea and come to the compound. Just the three of us. When Our Lady's Manor is vacated, I'll send for you. We'll go to Kendall's show, spend a whole day together at the cove, I'll cook you some more gumbo…"

She nodded her head then placed it back on his chest. Her eyes were blurry from the water threatening to fall again from her lids and Erik wiped them away. Her lips kissed the center of his chest and she crawled on top of him and stared at his face. His eyes were soft-looking and she touched his lips. He lifted her up and kissed her, held her neck and lower back and allowed his mouth to kiss away the pain she felt. She pushed back on the future and clung desperately to every second he touched her.

Erik rolled her over onto her back and licked down the side of her neck. Her skin tingled then burned for him. Turning her head to the side, his mouth latched onto the back of her neck. He pressed gentle kisses there and she turned all the way over, allowing him to kiss his way down her spine until his tongue dipped into the tiny indentations on her lower back.

"Killmonger…"

Her sighs urged him on and he nipped at her ass cheeks with his teeth and then dragged his tongue down her left thigh until he reached her ankles. He did the same to her right ass cheek and leg.

She glanced back at him.

"What are yuh doin' ?"

She watched him kiss back up her side until she felt the hairs of his beard tickle her neck again.

"Tasting you all over," he said.

She turned over and he suckled her left collar bone.

"What do I taste like?"

"Whatchu think? Sugar."

"Yeah?"

"Mmmhmm, especially down here…"

His tongue swirled on her flesh as it passed between her breasts and down to her belly button. She widened her thighs when he reached her clit.

"So sweet…" he sighed as the warmth of his breath made her shiver.

Her eyes rolled back when the hot wetness of his thick tongue slathered her inner labia with saliva and hums from his throat.

"You get so wet for me…so fast girl…"

His fingers slid up and played with her nipples as he took care of business down below.

"Killmonger—"

"Pussy jumpin'…"

Yani felt the pulsing in her center controlled by his voice. It was no different than when he used to call her on the phone and make her play with herself while he had to sit and listen to Klaue talk all day. She tried to imagine him sitting in a meeting with Klaue, an earbud stuck in his ear as he heard her playing in her pussy. Such a nasty man. She gazed down at her folds and saw her body obeying him and only him.

He pinched her nipples hard.

"Cum in my mouth."

"Ooh…"

His full lips smothered her vulva and she released on command, her body arching up from the bed as she grabbed for his hair. He licked up everything she gave and when she looked down at him, his lips and beard glistened.

"Open that pussy up for me."

Slick fingers peeled back her drenched folds and Erik lifted up to his knees. He stroked his erection and she watched his face contort in ecstasy.

"Got me so hard…'bout to make a mess…"

Yani felt the twitching in her pussy again. Erik jammed his left fist on the bed against her waist as he shifted forward and aimed the tip of his dick near her opening. A copious amount of clear fluid dribbled out from his slit. She knew what was next.

"Fuck…look what you makin' me do bitch—"

"Hmmmph…"

Erik's body jerked hard.

"…big mess…"

"…get your pussy…"

"….bitch…"

"…yours…"

"Yani! Fuck!"

Erik's ejaculate soaked the opening of her pussy and covered her mound in a heavy cream that dripped a copious amount onto the sheet.

"Turn over," he demanded.

She did and Erik straddled her thighs, placing his length between her ass cheeks. He shifted his body forward and his chest pressed into her back while he humped her. She loved feeling his full weight on her.

His left hand circled around her throat while his beard scratched against the right side of her face.

"Open your legs."

The harsh whisper in her ear made her gasp. Spreading her thighs, Yani panted into the sheets as Erik adjusted his erection with his right hand. Entering her slowly and going deep, Erik brought fresh tears to her eyes while squeezing her throat. The slight pressure he gave her neck made her insides clench. Not too hard…not too soft…just enough to make her woozy.

"Don't move…dassit…dassit girl. You ain't gotta do nothing but take this dick. Hear me?"

Yani gasped when the deep strokes he gave her went slower.

"Fuck…listen to that pussy…"

Erik's tongue kissed the back of her neck and his lips stayed there a he rocked into her. Each lust-laden stroke was drawn out as he made sure his balls slammed against her clit and rested there just long enough to tease her swollen bud. Wet squelching noises punctuated each stroke and Yani screamed into her pillow.

"Oh, shit…oh shit…Yani…gripping my dick like that…don't stop…keep doing that…oh shit."

His fingers tightened around her neck even more and she grabbed the metal rods of her headboard with both hands.

"…ass got me fucked up…shit…"

Erik pulled out and rested his dick between her cheeks again.

"…fuck I'm cumming…"

Hot spurts coated her back and she rested her head on her pillow as he rubbed her behind, squeezing her cheeks and still stroking his dick up and down her backside. Heavy exhales left his mouth until flopped down next to her. Her eyes turned to look between his legs. He was finally flaccid.

Erik stroked her back and played with his cum, rubbing into her skin. He loved seeing her covered in his essence. Any chance he got, he made sure to smear it all over her body. Marking her.

He checked his watch again. A heaviness settled around him once more. He kissed her with slow wet satisfaction until his watch alarm went off. She closed her eyes and her lips pouted heavily.

"Gotta dip, baby…hey, don't make that face."

Pushing her forehead into her pillow, Yani waved her hand at him.

"Go on, man."

"Gimme another kiss."

She leaned over and licked his lips before giving him what he wanted.

"Make sure you go to class this afternoon. Send me a picture that you are there."

"I don't have to go if I don't want—"

SLAP!

Erik's hand stung as it smacked her right ass cheek.

"I'm not playing. Give baby girl a kiss for me later."

Yani reached down and rubbed her butt.

"Fine."

He left her room discreetly and Yani padded to the bathroom nude. It was too late to act like Nannette didn't hear them when she returned from dropping off her daughter earlier.

Showering for a long time, she tried to give any lingering thoughts about him leaving to the hot water Gods as she cleaned herself thoroughly. Throwing on her favorite robe, she sauntered into the living room.

"No school today?" Nannette asked.

"I'm going this afternoon."

"Busy?"

The smirk on Nannette's face made Yani snicker. She sat down next to her roommate on the couch.

"He won't stay over again. That was just a one-time thing. He's leaving the island for good."

Nannette's eyes looked concerned.

"What happened?"

"His job."

"You two…?"

"I have school. He has his career. It can't work…not right now."

"So there's a chance—"

"Let's go to the movies tonight. I can have Anika watch the girls and you and I can have dinner and a movie after my classes today. We deserve some fun. My treat."

The words came out perky, but Nannette saw Yani's obvious lip tremble and she reached over and patted her thigh.

"That sounds like fun. We do deserve a girl's night together."

"It's a date."

Yani jumped up from the couch before she broke down all the way.

###

The compound security system was Erik's forte.

He knew every inch of the place because of Yani and Leona.

Once the others left, he would recalibrate everything under his control. He wanted Yani and Sydette to have paradise once more. He would give it to them with a high degree of privacy.

Time was now spent being under Klaue's beck and call. They jettisoned mercs they would no longer use, and Erik learned a lot about Klaue's inner circle. Had the man took a different path in life, he would've made an effective neutral diplomat. He was also loyal to no one but himself…and Erik.

Crazy.

This man that Erik would kill once he was on his way to Wakanda had a soft spot for his unknown secret enemy. He entrusted Erik with security codes to his private stash/safe houses around the world. Important decisions were bounced off of Erik first before Klaue brought it to the other men. There was a high level of respect that Klaue had for him that he was not afraid to show in front of the others.

Erik often wondered: Did he have the same relationship with his father before he turned on him?

He could easily see why his Baba used Klaue. The man had connections to people and places that shouldn't be possible. This filthy uncouth little man could talk his way around the fucking world. Could reach out and take an audience with friend and foe of any country.

Erik knew his own father had an arrogance and pride of association with people, so it must've been difficult for him to be in Klaue's presence for any length of time. N'Jobu Udaku didn't suffer fools, and from what Erik could decipher from his father's journals, Klaue was meant to be disposed of after they took vibranium out of the country. Something went awry, something made Klaue turn against his father and bomb a bunch of Wakandans to cover his tracks. Erik took great care in covering his own tracks, acquiescing to Klaue when it was beneficial to him and his agenda to keep the man focused. What did his father do or say that let Klaue know he was in danger?

"Let's call it a day, mate," Klaue said, rubbing his eyes as he shut down a digital 3D map of Busan, South Korea. It was four in the morning and Klaue had them up for over twenty hours.

Erik suggested that any exchange of goods should happen in Busan if Klaue could swing it. Klaue had a friend of a friend with connections to a place that had no problem allowing illicit deals to occur in the open. Klaue liked the idea. It wasn't Europe or Africa.

Erik and Klaue heard the security system announce Linda's presence. She walked in wearing clothes she had left in the previous day. A cat with a canary in its mouth look was plastered on her face. Erik knew that look well. She had been dicked down properly outside of the compound.

"Good morning, Ms. Chambers," Klaue teased.

"Good night," she said blowing them both kisses and traipsing toward her room.

Erik walked out onto the balcony, his eyes seeking the comfort of the Caribbean Sea.

Find a sizeable chunk of vibranium. Get it to Ross and the C.I.A. Let Klaue get his currency and then take him out once they entered East African territory.

He rubbed the side of his hip. He had enough smooth skin there to place about five to six more body counts.

Erik made arrangements to visit all of his close remaining family members. That meant trips to Oakland, D.C., Martha's Vineyard, and Sao Paulo. A final tour before Wakanda and vengeance…

No. Not vengeance.

Justice.

Erik made plans in his head to study Busan more. Coordinate charting a private plane to get in and out of South Korea quickly. The C.I.A. would be on high alert with an exchange of vibranium on the line. Several contingency plans would have to be made if their cover was blown. A four-person team could do a lot by being efficient, but they'd have to know the lay of the land intimately. Erik's Korean was rusty, but his childhood friend Walter could help out with that. An extended stay in Oakland and visit's to Walter's grandmother would have him up to speed in no time. His ear for languages was uncanny, and Walter's grandmother was crazy about him. She'd be ecstatic to speak in her native tongue with him. He'd have to do some self-study to capture the dialects near Busan for nuance and slang.

"How is Yani?"

Erik was startled to hear Klaue ask about her. The man stood and watched the sea with him.

"I hear things, Killmonger."

"Like what?"

Erik's face turned to stone as he watched Klaue's face.

"Don't get hostile, mate. I know you have feelings for her. That whole severance package ruse gave you away. I'm going to have a barbecue tomorrow night for the crew. A farewell to the island gathering. I'll invite her. Think of it as a present for you. Another reward for work well done here."

The fuck?

Talking about Yani like she was some slave girl he could pass around as he saw fit? Erik's left fist clenched and he counted down from fifty to zero in his head hoping he wouldn't be impulsive and reach for the Glock strapped to his thigh. The itch to blast the man where he stood was strong.

"Do what you want."

"It's what you want. Hell, she can stay the night if you want."

"Why?"

Klaue shrugged.

"Why not?"

It was tempting. Having her next to him there and not having to sneak off. Having her in their bed again.

He turned to look at the sea again. His eyes were wistful. The yearning to stay so strong in his bones.

All he had to do was step away…

###

He's not happy to have her around the compound.

Yani eats from a paper plate while sitting on a deck chair near the pool. Klaue mans the barbecue grill there and the rest of the mercs eat, talk and drink. Leona sits next to Yani with her own plate.

Shipley controls the music and loud 90's rap plays. Erik eats from his plate as he pretends to conversate with Limbano. Linda drinks beer and laughs hard at whatever Neal and the other mercs are talking about.

Erik tries his best not to stare at Yani, but he can't help himself. Life comes at him faster now, and he knows these are the last days he will be near her and it stresses him.

"Here, have some more shrimp," Klaue says, piling two wood skewers on his plate.

Yani's eyes catch his and she smiles at him. He accepts the love he sees there but doesn't smile back. He doesn't want the others to see how he really feels about her.

Cee Cee walks down to the pool area carrying more beer and a full bottle of rum and Shipley takes the rum and heads to the minibar.

"Killmonger!"

Limbano waves at him with Linda.

"We're going down to the gun range. Trying out the new Glocks."

Erik leaves his plate on a pool deck table and follows them. Passing by Yani, her eyes looked worried.

"Yani, come with?" Linda asked.

Erik stares at Linda and then back at Yani.

"You always watch us down there. Come see it up close," Linda cajoled.

"No thank you, I'm just going to relax—"

"Go on down. I need to speak with your Aunt privately," Klaue said.

Yani's eyes flicked over to her Aunt and cousin before they rest on Erik's face again. Linda strolled over and grabbed Yani's hand.

"I'll show you how to shoot," Linda said.

"I know how to," Yani answered.

Linda stopped and looked her over.

"Really?"

Yani nodded.

"This should be fun then," Linda said looking at Erik when she said it.

Yani followed them down to the range and Erik felt his body get tense.

Everyone put on protective eyewear and earplugs. Erik watched Shipley unlock a gun crate full of the new Glocks Klaue brought to the island.

The mercs took turns shooting and Erik cradled a Glock in his hand waiting his turn.

"These are better than the Kabul ones," Erik told Limbano.

"New manufacturer."

"You want next?" Linda asked Yani who stood behind everyone.

Erik knew she was still nervous around guns, and it didn't help there were so many weapons being waved around. Linda was also acting a little too sweet with Yani, treating her like a real guest. Erik didn't trust her.

"No. You can go," Yani said.

Erik saw Neal looking Yani over. She wore some plain jeans and a t-shirt, but Neal's eyes danced over her body in an obvious way.

Linda took her place and fired off an impressive round into her target. The others commented on her accuracy and she cheesed really hard in front of Erik as the accolades made her head swell.

"Your turn," Linda said to Yani.

Erik handed Yani the weapon she would fire and went over the precautions with her again. He could see Linda smirking as she slipped her weapon into her holster.

Yani took her position and Erik could feel the others watching with amusement in their eyes. There were a few snickers when Yani took deep breaths from nervousness.

"If it's too much for you, you don't have to shoot…" Linda said.

Yani looked back at her.

"It's not too much," she said.

Erik held his breath, but he didn't need to. Yani popped off some accurate shots into her target and it wiped the smile right off of Linda's face.

"Damn, she's almost as good as you, Shipley," Limbano teased.

"Lucky shot—"

Yani shot up the targets of the others. Moving slowly across the range her accuracy got better and when she turned to look at them while changing the magazine with precision, no one said anything.

"Not bad, huh?" Yani said.

The men laughed. Linda didn't.

"Had us fooled," Linda said.

Yani handed the Glock back to Erik.

"How did you learn to shoot like that?" Linda asked.

Yani's eyes darted to Erik and Linda's face soured.

"Had a good teacher," Yani said. Her arm slinked around Erik's and he felt all the eyes of the mercs on them. Bad move.

Yani reached up and cradled Erik's face before kissing his lips.

"There it is," Shipley said.

"Ribs are ready!" Cee Cee called to them all from above the gun range. The others moved to finish eating, and Linda was the last to stroll back up after putting away her weapon. Erik stayed behind with Yani.

"Why?" he asked.

"I don't care anymore," Yani said squeezing his arm, "fuck her too."

"Getting bold, girl."

"I'm staying the night too," she said.

"Nah. We not doing that—"

"Klaue said I could stay. I'm staying. And we fucking too."

Yani stepped away from him.

"Wait a minute—"

"I want some ribs. I want Klaue to serve it to me."

"We can go to a hotel."

"No. I want to be in our bed. I want you to make love to me and I want that bitch to hear us."

What the fuck was happening?

"Where is this coming from?"

"I'm stealing every moment I can with you, and I don't care if they make fun of us for being together."

"I'd rather go to a hotel."

"I'm going to give you some good pussy in our bed."

Erik reached out to grab her hand and pulled her close.

"Talking all nasty. Girl whatchu—"

Her hands pulled his head down to her and her mouth smothered his.

"Yani, shit…"

He tried pulling back from her, his eyes sweeping up to where the mercs had dispersed. He saw Linda looking down at them.

Yani turned to look and saw Linda herself.

"Mind yuh business," Yani called up.

Linda walked away and Yani laughed at her.

"She wahn mi dick, but she can't have it."

Yani groped between his legs and Erik couldn't believe how brazen she was. It was turning him on.

"You tryna get into it now?" he teased rubbing her ass with his hands.

"We can do it right here. I don't care."

"You wildin', Ma. I like it though."

"I love you, Killmonger."

Her arms wrapped around his neck and he lifted her up.

"I'll always love you. Know that," he said.

She nodded and he kissed her. Soft at first and then he couldn't help himself. His tongue rolled out and she joined hers with his. Slow wide-open mouth licks that had their heads twisting side to side every few seconds. Yani's lips went to his neck and Erik groaned when he felt her teeth bite him and then suck hard on the skin. Her head pulled back from him and her eyes were hungry.

"I wahn suck yuh dick."

The purring in her throat made Erik moan out loud. He dropped her to her feet and adjusted his dick in his pants. Looking around he dragged her to a spot he knew that cameras wouldn't see them.

Yani dropped to her knees and pulled up her shirt so he could see her breasts. Her fingers undid her bra and when her tits were free, Erik unfastened his pants and let them drop to his knees. Yani cupped her breasts with her hands and Erik pinched her nipples.

"Stick out your tongue," he demanded.

She barely had her mouth open before he was stuffing his length down her throat.

"This what you want?"

Yani choked on his dick and her watery eyes were determined to keep his thickness in her mouth. He packed her throat tight and she fondled his balls.

"What if Linda comes back down here? You want her to see you like this?"

Yani groaned on his dick and Erik felt his balls throb and jump.

Her wet tongue ran down his length on both sides before she rested that sweet mouth on the spongey head.

"Titties all out…bitch…you want me to cum on your face?"

A loud popping sound occurred when she released his dick from her mouth. Saliva ran down her chin. "Cum on my face…" she whispered. Her breathy voice had him in a daze.

"That's what you deserve," he said grabbing hold of his erection and pumping his fist around it.

His eyes shot up to check for anyone watching, and he moved closer to her so his dick was right next to her face.

"You deserve all this," he said, "look at me…Yani…look at me."

Her big eyes pleading for his release made his cum hard on her face. He milked his dick until her face dripped with hot ejaculate. His jizz dropped onto her breasts and she smeared it all over her nipples the way he liked her to.

"Mi wahn more, Daddy," she hissed at him.

"Fuck, girl."

Erik fixed his pants and reached down pulling her to her feet. He dragged her down to Klaue's main house, her tits still out in the open as they slipped past security cams. He had her fully naked and bent over his bed, his dick plunging in and out of her while he choked her the fuck out.

"Getting fucking bold like that…you want this dick bad. You 'gon get it, bitch."

Yani threw that sugar-sweet pussy back on him and he stuck his thumb in her ass while choking her harder.

"Pussy 'gon be sore when I get done," he shouted.

He shoved her head down onto the bed and Yani arched her back so that her ass clapped on him.

"Fuck!" he shouted when he felt his nuts tighten, "turn over!"

He pulled out and Yani scrambled onto her back. He sprayed semen all over her chest and stomach, his yelling loud enough to surprise himself.

He dragged his eyes all over her body while she squeezed her tits for him.

"Fuck me again," she commanded.

"Damn…Yani…let a nigga recuperate."

She laughed and closed her legs. Sitting up she reached out and stroked the keloids on his stomach.

"Mi gwine wear yuh out, man," she said.

He closed his eyes savoring the tone of her voice.

She was his. This sweet island girl with the baby that made him fall in love with this life.

Erik sat next to her on the bed.

"Yani…what if…what if I decide—"

"Killmonger, you better get these ribs before they disappear."

Shipley's voice was perverse and loud over the intercom system.

"We should eat. Get nourished before we go at it again," Yani said jumping off the bed.

Erik watched her run into his bathroom to shower and he sat on his bed thinking of what he was about to tell her. His mind was filled with doubts and jumbled thoughts, but he wanted to talk to her about staying. Giving up the life. But in that split second of Shipley disrupting his words, Erik decided not to say anything. He was delirious with the sex and his mouth was only going to say something in the heat of the moment that he couldn't back up once he really thought it through once his hormones cooled off.

Yani walked out with a towel wrapped around her.

"I'll wait for you to clean up," she said plopping back on the bed.

Erik plodded over to the shower.

"What were you saying before Shipley called you?"

"Um, nothing important. Just…should I dress up for Kendall's thing?"

"If you want to."

"We should. Let's show out. Wear that white dress again—"

"I have something in mind I think you'll like better."

"Showing ass?"

"Maybe."

He heard her laugh and it was the most precious thing to him at that moment.

###

Yani went to grab a bottled water from the middle house when Linda confronted her.

"What were you yelling at me down at the gun range?"

Linda was taller than Yani and tried to use her height to intimidate her. Yani didn't back down. She held the water in her hand and glared at the woman.

"I told yuh to mind yuh business."

"Just cuz he fucks you doesn't mean you're special to him."

"Yuh talkin' from experience?" Yani asked.

"Killmonger and I have a relationship you would never understand—"

"Relationship? Tuh. He fucked you one time—"

"Is that what he told you? To spare your little feelings? You are so naïve. Doesn't matter. He's leaving with me and you won't see him again once we bounce off this tiresome island. Enjoy what you can get."

The smirk on Yani's face faltered.

Linda looked her up and down.

"You're lying. He's not sleeping with you."

"Believe what you want. Like I said, get what you can get."

Yani refused to leave the room. That was probably what Linda wanted her to do. Go running off into the night and leaving Erik behind for her to pester.

"I'm getting a lot—"

"Thots usually do—"

Yani laughed with bitterness.

"What do you get out of doing this? Alla we can see you're pretty, can have anyone yuh want. Who am I to yuh, gyal? Compettition? Mi the first woman tuh block yuh? If him want yuh pum pum, him be in yuh bed, not mine—"

Linda pushed up on her and poked her finger in Yani's face.

"You are trash—"

"Him no wahn yuh. Let him go."

Yani's hand slapped Linda's finger away and Linda knocked the water bottle out of Yani's hand.

"For real? Yuh wahn do this in Klaue's house, bitch?"

Yani stepped back, her fists balled up and ready to knock Linda into Kingdom come. The woman's face was twisted up in an ugly scowl.

"Why are yuh so hateful…?"

Yani took in all of Linda's energy and then it struck her.

She was in love with Killmonger too.

It wasn't petty jealousy or catty girl bullshit. This woman before her had feelings for the man she was in love with too.

But Killmonger loved Yani. And Linda couldn't deal with that.

Yani unclenched her fists.

"I'm sorry he doesn't love you."

"What?!"

"Yuh hate me because of that—"

"Shut the fuck up—"

"I'd be mad at mi too if that man didn't love mi the way he does—"

Yani felt the slap sting her face and her first reaction to jump the woman was thwarted fast when Klaue walked in. Yani grabbed a hold of Linda's shirt and Klaue jumped between them blocking them from one another.

"Stop it!" Klaue yelled, but his face showed amusement.

"Make her leave!' Linda yelled.

Neal walked in and grabbed Yani's hand when she reached down to throw the bottled water in Linda's face.

"Let go of me!" Yani said shaking him off of her.

"What are you two fighting about?" Neal asked, "Is this over Killmonger? Linda, for real?"

Neal laughed out loud.

"Killmonger! Yo man, you got your bitches in here fighting each other!"

Linda rolled her eyes and stepped away from Klaue. Her face was turning pink.

"She's about to get her ass beat," Yani yelled.

"By who? You?!" Linda shouted back.

Yani sucked her teeth and threw the bottle. It hit Linda in the face and she lunged for her. Klaue pushed Linda back.

"Calm yourself, Chambers," Klaue warned.

Erik walked in with Leona and Cee Cee behind him. His eyes went to Yani's immediately.

"Nigga you are the cause of this ruckus," Neale cackled.

Linda stormed out past him and Yani looked around in embarrassment when her Aunt and cousin gave her a look of shame.

"I'm sorry," Yani said to Erik, "she started it and I was 'bout tuh finish it."

"Let's just go outside, eat a little, drink a little. Relax and enjoy this last time together," Klaue said.

"I'm going home," Yani said.

She picked up the bottle she threw and place it on the kitchen counter.

"Thank you for inviting me Mr. Klaue. Have safe travels," Yani said brushing past her Aunt and cousin.

Erik bounded after her.

"What happened?" he asked.

They saw Linda stomping down toward Klaue's main house. Erik followed Yani up to the front of the compound. She stopped in front of her car.

"She's in love with you."

Erik's eyes blinked.

"You didn't know?"

Yani wrapped her arms around her stomach.

"How long have you worked with her? Over a year? You didn't notice anything?"

"She don't love me—"

"Yes. She does. She hates me because you don't love her…or maybe…maybe you do in a way. God, Killmonger…"

"It don't matter."

"It does. You're about to go off and do God knows what with Klaue and she's going to be by your side. In love with you. Willing to do anything for you. I feel sorry for her. I was about to fight that bitch over you. We look so stupid in front of these men."

"I can't help how she feels, Yani."

"That's why I'm leaving. I don't like her, but I'm not going to stay around here trying to hurt someone unintentionally. I wanted to fuck you in that bed just so she could hear us tonight—"

"You still can."

Erik smiled at her and Yani laughed when she really didn't want to. It was all so messy. And sad. If Erik didn't love her, Yani knew she would be miserable and just as hurt as Linda was.

"You don't have to leave."

"I need to. I don't want to be around her. I might fight her if she looks at me wrong again. She needs her ass beat, but her real problem is with you. Not me."

Yani studied Erik's face.

"You don't feel anything for her?"

"She's just a colleague. We fucked—"

"Once?"

"A couple of times over a twelve-hour period. That was it. We get along. Nothing more. Not since you."

"What about when we…separated?"

"We not sleeping together. Can we squash this speculation?"

Erik looked around the area.

"Let's go to a hotel," he said.

Yani stepped close to him and touched his chest.

"No matter what happens with us Killmonger, you need to work out shit with her."

"Why you pushing it, Ma?"

"I looked at her face. I know that look. She's in deep. I don't want her tuh hurt you—"

"Hurt me?"

"She's just like you. A killer."

Erik's face grew tight.

"It's what you all are. It's what's all over your chest and back. Your arms. I don't want you to leave me and have me worrying that she will do something to you. She'll do it too, just to get back at me. I know it."

"Yani…don't say that, don't be worrying about shit like that—"

He tried to hug her.

"You don't give me a choice!"

She threw her hands up.

"Tahir tried to warn me. Even you tried to warn me. But it's the truth. Yuh the bad man on the hill. And I love you. And so does another woman. A bad woman."

"Give me a minute. Lemme grab a change of clothes and we can spend the night away from here together. We can talk—"

"Nothing to talk about. Not us—"

"Yani…I want to be with you tonight. Right now."

Yani gave a big sigh and leaned against her car.

"Go get your stuff, man," she said.

Erik kissed her forehead and jogged away from her. Her cell vibrated and she texted Leona that she was leaving with Erik.

Waiting for him, the time ticked away and she walked back into the compound. The others were still eating and drinking and listening to music and her Aunt watched her make her way down to the main house.

Yani heard them talking before she saw them on the balcony.

Erik was perched next to Linda on the lounger that she and Erik loved when they were alone together. His voice was soft and Linda was close enough to him for their shoulders to touch. It looked serious and intimate.

Yani made her way back up to her car and her Aunt was waiting for her.

"What is going on?" Leona asked.

"Killmonger has to deal with Linda. She has feelings for him and it's just…messy."

"How do you feel about her loving him?"

"I don't like it. But…how could she not? I mean. I love him Auntie. I love him so much and he's leaving me. She'll be with him and I'll never see him again. So I'll always wonder about them being together—"

Her chest heaved and Yani threw her hands over her face.

"Oh, Yani. I wish you could find the right one for once."

"But I did. I just can't keep him. That's not my fault."

Leona hugged her and the smell of her Aunt's lavender lotion and hair grease soothed her. The familiar smells of family.

"I love him too much, Auntie."

"I know. I see it. He loves you too. It's so obvious."

"Hey," Erik said.

Yani pulled back from her Aunt and wiped her eyes.

"You were talking to her?" Yani asked.

Erik's eyes flicked away from looking at Yani directly.

"Yeah."

Leona patted Yani's back.

"Goodnight, Erik," Leona said.

Leona's eyes watched them both.

"Be good to each other," she said walking away from them.

"How did she take it?"

He shrugged.

"Killmonger—"

"I don't want to talk about her. Let's go. I just wanna be with you right now."

He tossed his small duffle bag into her car.

"I'll drive," he said.

She handed him her keys.

He chose a hotel on the other side of the island and she called her parents to tell them she would pick up Sydette in the morning.

Their lovemaking was slow.

Gentle.

Erik's hands touched her everywhere and in every way possible. His lips painted kisses on her skin from her forehead to her toes. He was deliberate. Methodical in a sexy way. His cell rang and when they both looked at his phone on the nightstand, they saw Linda's avatar glowing.

Yani shoved his phone onto the floor and straddled his hips.

She wore him out as she promised.

Chapter 26 Here

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Author’s Note: “Wet Sugar” will end in two chapters. Shooting for 30 chapters to close this series out. Just know that a lot of what happens here will come back in the Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Series vol 3 &4.

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[rosyrosethings]

Harry doesn’t love Y/n anymore.

Okay so this is where Harry doesn’t love Y/n. He falls for someone else but then he realizes the person he left Y/n for was not worth it.

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Y/n has been feeling like Harry has been distant and she didn’t like it. She’s been trying her best to hold on to whatever was there. But she thinks she held on too tight that whatever it was that was left of their love withered away. She tried to give him space because he’s been distant. by focusing on her work as an actress.

But Harry was always gone. He didn’t care what she did to try to bring back the love they once had. Leaving her at home by herself. Her anxiety getting worse and worse. She didn’t think Harry was cheating. She was just so scared that he’d leave her. Ever since Harry came back from tour. Things were so different. Harry would not let y/n cuddle him ‘too hot.” He’d say, even when it cold. He’d never listen when she tried to start conversation. He’d always busy himself with things.sxc

Nights and nights of this. Them not even talking to each other even though they’ve been together for 5 years. Y/n decided that she was gonna go out. With her friend Brianna. She needed some air she’s been feeling suffocated in this house especially since Harry was never here. Y/n texted Harry that she won’t be home tonight she’s gonna spend the night at Bri’s. He read it but didn’t even bother to reply. He always says he’s out working on the album or that he has ‘work to do.’ Y/n just continued to get ready to go out with her friend.

Y/n heard a horn honking. She knew it was Bri. She quickly left the empty home not wanting to be there without him. She got in the car with Bri.

“Are you ready to get wasted hun?” Bri asked excitedly. Y/n shrugged.

“Y/n I got you out the house to not think about him.” She said, Y/n sighed. “You’re right.” She mumbled. “Let’s go have fun.”

//

The club was fun. Y/n didn’t drink at all because all she could think about is going home to Harry. So she made Bri drop her off at her and Harry’s home. Which they left the club early because Y/n was just thinking about Harry the whole night. When Bri pulled up to Their driveway both of them noticed another car in the driveway.

“Who’s car is that?” Bri asked, y/n shrugged her shoulders.

“Maybe Harry has a friend over.”

“I’m gonna stay out here, text me when it’s okay to leave. I just have a bad feeling.” Bri said, putting her car in park on the side of the road. Y/n didn’t think it was necessary but she didn’t bother telling to her to leave. So y/n got out the car and walked in the house. Y/n heard laughing coming from the dining area. Y/n walked over to the dining room. Seeing A cute candle lit dinner and Harry with Kendall. Her presence stopped the laughter. Both of them were enjoying themselves.their hands were connected across the table. Kendall stopped laughing and looked up at Y/n. Causing Harry to turn around. To make eye contact with Y/n for the first time in a while.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just gonna get my stuff and go. Please continue like I never existed.” She said, with a quick pivot. Y/n threw her heels off and quick ran upstairs to get her stuff. She grabbed one of the bags of luggage out the closet. Pulling out all her clothes just throwing them in the case.

“Y/n can we talk?” She heard. She looked up. Surprisingly she wasn’t crying.

“Ohh now you wanna talk? Months and months of pushing me away and now you wanna talk to me?” She laughed, she didn’t even look at Harry. She just continued to stuffed clothes in her bag.

“If you’re just here to tell me. You don’t love me anymore. Wowww that’s a shocker it’s obvious. You don’t even spend time with me. It’s obvious someone else has your heart and after being with you for five years. It isn’t me anymore you love anymore .” She said, trying to zip up the suit case she over packed.

“I never cheated on you..” he said, looking down at his hand as he leaned against the doorway.

“You fucking liar. Being in love with someone else is emotional cheating. But after tonight you’re free of me so go head and fuck your new girlfriend. I know you want to. You haven’t touched me in months.”

“Y/n please I didn’t wanna hurt yo-“

“I dIDNt wANt tO hURt yOU.” Y/n said in her mimicking voice making a funny face. Harry didn’t say anything. He felt horrible but he didn’t love Y/n anymore. He wish he did but when he saw Kendall over tour he couldn’t help but say Hi to her. After that the rest was history. Kendall has been such a good friend to Harry. He didn’t mean to fall in love with her. But he did. It was killing him that he was hurting Y/n. He wasn’t in love with her anymore but he did still love her. Y/n was his best friend even before he started dating her.

Y/n pushed passed Harry and took her over packed suitcase down the stairs. Harry following behind her.

“I’d be back for the rest of my shit tomorrow!” She yelled slamming the door shut. She rolled her bag to Bri’s car.

“What happen?” Bri asked as Y/n opened the back door to the car stuffing her suitcase in as she decided she’d sit in the back seat. Because she was too frustrated to go in the front.

“He’s in love with fucking Kendall Jenner and so we broke up.”

“That fucking asshole!” Bri said, as she pulled out the driveway driving to her home.

“Well Y/n we are gonna go home and listen to my breakup playlist and get drunk asl and you are gonna realize you don’t need him.” Bri said, but y/n wasn’t really listening. She was heart broken. The love of her life just said he didn’t love her anymore. She was honestly kinda lost. She had a movie premiere to go to in a couple weeks and she planned on taking Harry with her. But she can’t when she goes alone the world would know that her and Harry broke up.

Once they made it to Brianna’s home. Y/n immediately went to Brianna’s liquor cabinet.

“Alexa play Lizzo truth hurts.”

//

After Y/n got drunk and Alexa started to play the breakup playlist. Y/N and Brianna started to upload videos of them to their Instagram story. Lip syncing to all of the break up hits. From lizzo truth hurts, Ariana Grande boyfriend, to Whitney Houston I will always love you. Y/n knew the way she was singing in that video you could obviously tell that Y/n was single. But she didn’t care. She was so heartbroken that she couldn’t even cry but it did hit her. When she woke up in the middle of night to lay her head on Harry’s chest. But she looked around and realized she was in bed with Brianna and Harry wasn’t there. That’s when she cried until she fell alseep. She tried to get sleep because she had an PR interview for the movie tomorrow with Luke. She didn’t wanna show up looking tired and horrible.

But soon morning arrived and Y/n couldn’t help but feel like shit. Her eyes were swollen but luckily her makeup-artist helped with that on the set of interviews for the movie. Y/n finally had a free moment on set to check her phone and notifications were blowing up. Articles with the titles ‘DID Y/N AND HARRY BREAKUP?!’ Or ‘HARRY STYLES SINGLE?’ And texts from friends and family. Asking is she okay.

“Wow Y/n you look beautiful as always.” Luke said, causing Y/n to look up from her phone to see him there. Blonde curly hair and blue eyes. Cheeks freshly pink. Y/n always thought He was so cute. He was such a good friend to her also. Y/n sent him a small smile.

“And you look adorable as always.” She responded,

“What’s wrong?” He whispered to her. He could tell she was off. Usually Y/n would continue the conversation with Luke. Telling him how cute he would be if he grew his hair out or just asking him anything else to keep the conversation going. But he could also see in her eyes. That she was sad.

“How’d ya know I’m upset?”

“Hmm ya know filming with you for a six months and spending a lot of time with you. Soo when you think about it yYou’re kinda like my best friend. Soo i know when something wrongs with my best friend.” Y/n could help but crack a genuine smile at his response.

“Me and Harry broke up.” She said, Luke frowned at her. She knew she must have been sad. They were together for like 5 years.

“The worst part is. Our 6 year anniversary is in a few months and i already got his gift and I can’t return it.” She said, he knew she was going to cry. He could see it in her eyes.

“Hey how about we spend some time together me, you and Brianna? We could have a fun night and help you forget about him.. and I’d let you do my makeup.” He said, he whispered the last part. Her eyes lit up. She asked Luke thousands of times to do his makeup to see what he looks like as a girl because he was so adorable y/n thought he would be a really cute girl. He’d would always say no.

“Ohh my gosh yess! Sounds amazing to me!”

“Okay guys interview in 5. Get in your seats.” Y/n and Luke obliged to the command by the set coordinator. Soon the interviews started. Multiple different interviews all basically asking the same questions. Until they got to one of them interviewers names Rachel.

“So Y/n is it true that you’re single?” The question shocked Y/n she literally just broke up with Harry yesterday. Y/n didn’t say anything.

“I don’t understand how’s that relevant. Either way single or not. I’m not gonna stop trying to be her next and last boyfriend.” Luke answered. Making Y/n smile. She whispered over to him thank you.

//

Soon days turned to weeks and weeks turned into months. The media soon found out Y/n and Harry broke up. It was now public that Harry was dating Kendall and That Y/n and Luke were dating each other. Even though they haven’t made things official. They both liked each other. Y/n was starting to be happy again. Even though she did still love Harry and she pretty sure she’d never stop. She’s starting to get a point where she’s happy if he’s happy. Today was the day that she was talking the rest of her stuff to her Brianna house from Harry.

Harry on the other hand has not been taking the break up too well. When Y/n left at first he okay. Kinda hurt but not too hurt because he thought he was in love with someone else. But after the first two weeks of being with Kendall he realized it was all a mistake. The smallest things would make him miss Y/n the most. When it lasted and Harry wants to talk Y/n would listen. Kendall would tell Harry to go back to sleep. Y/n loved kissing all over Harry showing him affection no matter where they are. He’d get lucky if Kendall decides to hold his hand. Harry didn’t want her and not to mention the sex. Y/n was 100 times better than Kendall. Every time they had sex he’d always think of Y/n to make himself cum. As they were sitting there cuddling. Harry was thinking how he made a big mistake. Kendall laying on his chest as he scrolled through his phone. The tv was on. Showing reruns of a celebrity gossip show that Kendall was watching.

“So Y/n, is it true your single?” The reporter asked, he quickly looked at the screen seeing Y/n there with Luke sitting in separate chairs but close to each other y/n didn’t seem like she wanted to ask the question. Why would they ask her that?

“I don’t understand how’s that relevant. Either way single or not. I’m not gonna stop trying to be her next and last boyfriend.” Like responded as Y/n face lit up. Harry couldn’t help but feel jealous. Even though this was old. He felt that Luke was trying to get at his Y/n.

“Ohh so you have a little crush on Y/n?” The reporter ask.

“A little?” He laughed, “she’s so amazing and so good at her job. It’s just an absolute honor just to be next to her. She’s an fantastic person and friend and anyone who doesn’t realize that is dumb.” Luke said, not even looking at the reporter. He was looking directly at Y/n. Y/n leaned over and kissed his cheek. Harry quickly took the remote and changed the channel.

“Why’d you do that?” Kendall asked, sitting up looking at him. He shrrugged his shoulders.

“Harry what’s wrong?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re off. Lately you don’t seem too happy with me and I can see you’re getting jealous because another guy admitted he has feelings your ex girlfriend. That you left.”

“I was with her for 5 years. What do you want me to say?” He responded.

“Harry you left her to be able to be with me. You told me you’re not in love with her anymore, Do you even love me?”

“Y/n you know I love you.”

“Y/n?” She laughed, “did you just call me Y/n!” She said, getting up from the couch. Harry was shocked. He didn’t mean to to say Y/N’s name but he does love Y/n.

“Gosh Harry you guys broke up months ago you left her! You shouldn’t even be thinking about her.”

“I’m sorry Kendall.. I just don’t wanna be with you anymore. It was a mistake. ”

“A mistake?! A fucking mistake? You told me we can be together. You told me me all these things how you loved me and you still love her? Do you think she’s gonna take you back?! Do you think she’s gonna come through that door?” Kendall yelled at Harry. Followed by a knock on the door. Causing Kendall to look over at the door. Frustrated Kendall went to the door swinging it open. Revealing Y/n

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Kendall said, Y/n scrunched her face at her greeting.

“I just came to get the last of my stuff.” Y/n said, stepping inside while holding a huge box full of stuff. “I’m leaving.” Kendall announced as she walk she grabbed her keys and purse and walked out the house closing the door behind her.

“I hope everything’s okay.” Y/n said looking over at Harry. Harry sighed and stared at the beauty in front of him. He missed her so much.

“Yea.. everything fine. What’s in the box?” He asked, getting up as he took the box from Y/n. Placing on the table.

“Ya know stuff i made a mistake and took when you dumped me.” She smiled, Harry looked at her. “Must you make things awkward?” He asked.

“Ya know it’s one of my many talents.” She smiled as Harry opens the box. Y/n pulled out the few shirts in the box.

“These are all your favorite T-shirt that i took purposely when we broke up so you’d look for them you’d never be able to find them.” She pulled out the shirts and placed them down. “Here are all you’re old vintage one of a kind records.”

“I was looking for those! Y/n how could you?”

“Do you think i wanna gonna just go and let you be happy? While i sit around and cry over you. You needed some kind of pain.” She said, “wow Y/n. This really hurt my heart.” He said, Harry looked over at her.

“Y/n I’m really sorry for how i handled things.” He said,

“It’s okay Harry. You felt trapped and you didn’t love me anymore and if you want the honest answer. I’m not over you but I’m happy as long as you are.” She said, she reached up to kiss his cheek. She walked around the back room where they kept all storage of things. Grabbing her last couple boxes of stuff walking back to the door.

“I’ve made a mistake.” Harry said, y/n set the boxes down and walked over to Harry.

“Harry I’m pretty sure whatever you and Kendall got to arguing over she would get over I’m pretty sure she’d get over it.” Y/n said as she approached him.

“I’m not talking about that. It’s you. I shouldn’t have left you. When I felt lost.. i shouldn’t have shut you out. I miss you.” He said to Y/n, Y/n was confused . She was planning on coming here telling Harry they could be friends not for him to tell her she misses him.

“Harry I-.” She started but interrupted by a knock on the door. Harry looked over the door and walked over and opens it. Revealing Luke.

“Hey Y/n I just wanted to make sure everything is okay you’ve been in here for a while.” Luke said to Y/n not even bothering to greet Harry.

“Ohh yea me and Harry were just catching up. Harry you remember Luke. He brought me over to get my stuff today.” Y/n said with a half smile. Then she picked up the boxes. “Okay Harry I have to go. We can talk another time.”

[dvp95]

quiet on widow’s peak (5)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, mystery, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 3.3k (this chapter), 16.8k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

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"I don't know what I'm supposed to be looking at."

"Oh, for the love of - you're holding it upside down, Christopher, that's why you -"

"How is this my fault? Why don't you have your screen rotation enabled? ...I still don't know what the fuck this is a picture of."

"You are so - Phil. Hey, Phil? Hello?"

Long fingers snap in front of Phil's nose and he startles a bit, almost upending his hot chocolate all over the table. He gives PJ a reproachful sort of look, embarrassed about being caught zoning out.

"Hi, what," says Phil.

PJ glowers at him. "You can get his number later. Pay attention, you lump, this is your job."

"I wasn't," Phil starts to protest, but there's no real use in lying to PJ. He sighs and takes PJ's phone from Chris. "What are we arguing about? You got some photos?"

"Yes," PJ says. In his exasperation, he looks and sounds uncannily like a substitute teacher dealing with a group of kids that are being difficult on purpose. It's a little funny, but - PJ drove them here. Phil isn't going to risk getting abandoned for laughing at him.

Phil squints at the screen. He tilts his head to the side. He tilts the phone to the other side.

"I don't know what I'm looking at," he admits. "It just looks like graffiti to me, Peej, and that's not exactly unusual."

"Graffiti of what?" PJ presses.

"Geometry homework?"

Before PJ can scold him for not taking this seriously enough, Phil gets distracted by Winnie's sudden cackle. His head turns in the direction of the noise like a dog hearing a whistle, and PJ kicks him.

"I swear," PJ starts.

"Sorry," Phil says quickly, "it's just that - that's the person who sent us the essay on this place."

He doesn't expect subtlety from his friends, because he knows better, but he does have some hope in the back of his mind that immediately gets dashed when Chris claps his hands together excitedly, Sophie almost leans right off her chair trying to get a look at Winnie, and PJ stands up.

"What are you doing?" Sophie asks, but PJ is already taking his phone out of Phil's hand and walking to the counter.

Phil buries his face in his hands and watches through his fingers as PJ slides his phone over the counter and says, "Hey, uh - it’s Dan, right? Will you take a look at this for me?"

Winnie glances up from where they're wiping down the espresso machine and makes eye contact with Phil before they look at PJ. They smile, a little bemused, and pick up PJ's offered phone. They tilt it a couple of different angles with a frown. Phil can't help but notice how their hand covers the large phone with ease.

"See, Peej," Chris calls over. Their table isn’t far enough from the counter to justify the way he practically shouts it, but Phil has already given up on looking normal in front of Winnie. "None of us know what the bloody hell it is, just tell us!"

"They look like," Winnie says slowly, "sigils."

"That's exactly what they are," says PJ. He shoots a triumphant sort of look over his shoulder. Phil rolls his eyes. He doesn't understand why PJ had to make a whole production out of something that he could have texted them when they were still in the house.

With another little smile, Winnie hands PJ's phone back over. "Guessing that was in the Wilkins place?"

"It was," PJ says, sounding a bit distracted all of a sudden. "Sidebar, I really like your nails."

PJ wiggles the fingers on his left hand to show off his own gaudy, bright blue polish, and Winnie's smile widens. They've got such soft cheeks, indented with dimples that Phil wants to poke at.

As if they can hear Phil's thoughts, Winnie's eyes flicker over to him again.

They’re talking to PJ, and the conversation is loud enough for Phil to hear - in theory. The problem, of course, is that he keeps zoning out completely when the soft lighting catches the glitter high on Winnie’s cheeks or they gesture with their big, distracting hands. Phil could honestly not figure out if PJ and Winnie are talking about nail polish or the Wilkins house or some other topic entirely, because he’s too busy watching Winnie laugh.

This is definitely going to be a problem. Winnie isn’t a pretty boy, and Phil knows that, whatever his stupid gay monkey brain says when he looks at them. He can unpack whatever this pull of attraction means when he isn’t, technically, working.

“Why would there be sigils on the attic floor?” Phil asks, more to get his own brain on track than to interrupt whatever’s going on at the counter. He turns to Chris and Sophie, who shrug in eerie unison. “That’s weird, right? Maybe people are just bored and trying to scare the locals.”

“Or people are summoning spooky, scary things,” Chris suggests. He’s grinning wide and wiggling his fingers, so Phil has no idea if he’s being serious. Chris is always like that, riding the edge of sarcasm so far that Phil has known him for two years and yet doesn’t know for sure if the guy believes in ghosts or not.

PJ does. He doesn’t even pretend to be down to earth at the best of times, and listening to weird noises on Phil’s computer always gets him in peak conspiracy form.

“I think the better question is why did we have to leave right away?” Sophie hums, stirring her drink. She’s long since shucked off her jacket and curled up on the chair like she’s at home, firelight reflecting off her eyes and earrings. “Did he recognise them?”

“Bet he just freaked,” says Chris.

“Peej doesn’t freak.”

“Bet he did this time. Bet he went up into the attic and it was all spider-y and creepy and he freaked at the first sign of prior human life.”

“Sigils mean things,” Phil says, pulling out his laptop. “They’re not just random shapes.”

“They do, but they also are.”

Phil’s head jerks up at the sound of Winnie’s voice, suddenly so much closer. Winnie is standing awkwardly beside their table, in the process of taking Chris’ empty mug away, and their cheeks flush a soft rosy colour when they make eye contact with Phil.

“What do you know about them?” Chris asks, leaning forward in clear interest.

It takes a beat for Winnie’s eyes to leave Phil’s. “A bit,” they say.

PJ sets a new drink in front of Chris and ruffles Sophie’s curls as he sits down, and Phil wonders what they look like to a complete outsider. He’ll have to message Winnie later and ask what they think is going on here.

Maybe it’s easier if you don’t know them, actually. Maybe there’s a very simple answer that Phil is unable to see past all the strange noises he’s heard through the thin walls of the Brighton house and the cuddle piles he’s walked in on and the way Chris openly flirts with him at any given opportunity.

Phil doesn’t understand the look that passes between Chris and PJ. That’s nothing new, really, but something about this one unsettles him. He wants to know what they’re thinking, because if it’s something to do with Winnie, it feels like Phil has the right to know.

“Right,” says Chris. He’s got the sort of dubious expression that he usually reserves for when he’s asking if Phil ate the rest of the biscuits.

“What?” Phil asks.

“Nothing,” Chris says convincingly, giving Phil a winning smile. It’s always a little disconcerting to watch Chris pull up and discard personas as easily as if he were changing scarves. Something about it feels different to the way Phil gets when he retreats into himself and puts up his walls, because all Phil is ever trying to do is deflect, deflect, deflect, but Chris is more of an actor, and a good one at that. Phil doesn’t think he’s ever seen a side of Chris that wasn’t intentionally put there.

Sometimes he wonders how well he knows these people that he shares so much of his life with. He wonders how well they know him.

Phil turns back to Winnie to see if anything about the exchange made them uncomfortable, but they’ve gotten sufficiently distracted by Phil’s laptop screen. They snort and give Phil a sideways sort of glance.

“I don’t think that’ll get you very far, mate,” they say.

The Google search in front of Phil simply says ‘what sigils’.

“I wasn’t finished,” Phil huffs. He backspaces the question entirely and taps his fingers on the edge of his keyboard.

“Hi, I’m Sophie,” Sophie says in that soft, soothing voice of hers. She smiles up at Winnie. “The drink is delicious, thank you.”

“Oh, er,” Winnie says, clearly caught off-guard by the unexpected politeness. They bite their lower lip and shift from one foot to the other, still holding an empty mug to their chest. “You’re welcome. Had a lot of practice. You can call me Dan, if you like.”

They look to Phil when they say that, and Phil has to look away before those brown eyes draw him in again.

“Dan,” Phil says, because he can’t help himself. He wants to know how the name feels in his mouth and it’s a little strange, actually, how well it seems to fit there. He gestures across the table before he can start to overthink in public again. “Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum over here are Chris and PJ. And you know my name.”

“You’re Tweedle-Dum,” Chris informs PJ solemnly.

“Hi,” Dan says, giving them an awkward little salute.

“You seem to know more about this than we do,” Sophie says, gesturing at the empty chair at the head of the table. “Care to talk us through it? If you’re not too busy, that is.”

Dan raises their eyebrows and pointedly looks around the quiet, empty coffee shop. Their coworker has her headphones in and looks like she’s in danger of falling asleep against the cash register.

“I think I’ve got some time,” they say, dry, and set the empty mug down as they sit.

--

Twenty minutes later, and Phil is no closer to understanding the symbols scratched into the Wilkins attic floorboards. He learns several other things, like the theory behind chaos magic, the etymology of the word ‘sigil’, and, inexplicably, Dan’s opinion on impressionist art, but he doesn’t follow half of the paths that Dan’s rambling wanders down.

It’s cute to watch, at least. They get so worked up and gesticulate wildly, and it makes Phil wonder if they have any idea what they look like when they do that. He has to hold onto his mug to stop himself from mirroring the gestures.

Phil glances around at his friends to see if anyone is following this ‘explanation.’ Sophie’s got a little crease between her eyebrows and Chris is just looking at Dan, a little slack-jawed, but PJ is nodding along.

“Exactly,” PJ says when Dan pauses to take a breath.

“Fucking what?” Chris asks. Phil is unreasonably glad that he doesn’t have to be the one to say something. He’s just as lost as Chris is. “Sorry, but what the fuck? What did any of that even mean? Did I have a stroke halfway through that?”

Dan looks sheepish, the rosy patch on their cheek deepening and spreading until their whole face is pink. Phil finds himself fascinated by it, but he really doesn’t want Dan to feel like they’re being annoying or anything when they’re just being kind of helpful and very cute. Their teeth dig into their lower lip again, and Phil idly wonders if Dan has ever heard of chapstick. The shiny lip product they’re wearing doesn’t seem to be helping with the dryness the way Phil would have expected it to.

“Sorry,” they say, suddenly much quieter. They link their fingers together like they’re stopping themself from talking with them again. “So, it’s like… you can’t really look up what these mean, because that’s not how sigils work. They’re not runes or, like, Gallifreyan, there’s no dictionary out there telling you what every sigil ever means. The person who creates them is the one who makes them up, like…”

They pull a small notebook out of their apron and Phil hands over a pen from his bag without thinking twice. Dan gives him a small smile, still seeming embarrassed now that they’ve been confronted with Chris’ blunt confusion.

The notebook is full of small doodles and indecipherable bullet points when Dan flips through it to find an empty page. Phil is surprised by how much he wants to look closer, but he’s got this pull in his stomach that he’s pretty sure has been there since he first heard Dan laugh. He wants to know Dan better. It’s been a long time since he wanted to know anyone at all, because, well, Phil and new people are very un-mixy things.

Phil and his friends all lean closer to watch as Dan taps the pen against the page thoughtfully. “Okay,” they say, “one of you, tell me something you want in your own life.”

“I want a dog,” Sophie says immediately.

“Me too,” Dan grins, their dimples on full display. “What kind of dog?”

“Small. Definitely fluffy. I don’t really mind about different breeds or anything.”

“Okay,” says Dan. They write SOPHIE HAS A SMALL FLUFFY DOG THAT SHE LOVES at the top of the page in block letters. “You don’t say you want something, you say you have it already. I’m guessing you guys have heard about speaking things into existence? It’s kind of like that.”

This whole system is foreign to Phil, but having a visual is helping a lot. “How does that become what PJ found in the attic?” Phil asks, curious.

“First, you take out the vowels,” PJ is the one to say. Dan gives PJ a bright smile that has Phil feeling a pang of something he doesn’t have a name for. “Then all the double letters. It breaks the sentence down into just a few consonants, right? That way you can use them as a kind of base, I think.”

“That’s exactly right,” says Dan. “At least, as far as I know? Like, I don’t know every type of sigil and method of creating them that’s ever existed or anything, I just get lost in Wikipedia sometimes.”

Underneath the first sentence, they write SPH HS SMLL FLFFY DG THT SH LVS, and then S P H M L F Y D G T V under that. The breakdown is a lot easier for Phil to follow than just listening to Dan ramble, as long as he doesn’t get too distracted by Dan’s long fingers around the pen.

“‘Y’ is a vowel,” says Chris.

Dan shrugs. “This is just an example, anyway. So then you’re supposed to make the sigil out of the base letters, like -”

They sketch out a couple of messy attempts, their tongue poking between their teeth in concentration, and Phil is fascinated by watching the letters get more and more abstract until they resemble something like a single image.

It doesn’t look exactly like the ones on the floorboards, but Phil thinks that’s probably some combination of artistic liberty and individual thought patterns on how letters can fit together into a single symbol. PJ holds his hand out for the pen and draws his own take on the same sigil, and the rounded preciseness of his lettering next to Dan’s spiky, symmetrical finished product is really interesting to look at.

“Then you’re supposed to forget it and activate it,” PJ informs the table. “Although that order doesn’t make much sense to me.”

“That’s really cool,” Sophie says softly, reaching out to press her fingers against PJ’s sigil.

“It is cool,” Dan agrees. “But that’s what I mean - they are random, in a way. You’re never going to be able to look at those sigils and, like, reverse-engineer them until they have a meaning.”

“Which is exactly why I needed to get out of there,” PJ says, more triumphantly than Phil thinks he has any right to. Yeah, this is interesting and everything, but Phil doesn’t think it proves anything at all. “Because who knows what someone summoned into that place!”

Dan snorts. They look up at PJ through those long, dark eyelashes and give him such a skeptical look that Phil has to hold back laughter. “Nobody summoned anything, mate,” they say. “This is a load of rubbish, same as any other type of ‘magic’. I just think it’s fun to read about when I can’t sleep.”

The look of absolute betrayal on PJ’s face sends Phil over the edge, and he’s laughing before he can stop himself.

“Okay, okay,” Phil says between giggles. “This isn’t a debate forum. You two can argue about this later. So we kind of know what the symbols are but also we don’t, and they’re more or less a dead lead. What I am hearing is that PJ did, in fact, get freaked.”

“Ha!” Chris crows. He sticks his palm out towards Sophie, leaning into PJ’s personal space to do so. “Pay up, Newts.”

“I didn’t make a bet. You did.”

“Still! I won!”

PJ smacks at Chris’ hand and scowls around the table. “I didn’t freak. I don’t freak. I just think we should be on alert in a place that is covered in creepy sigils that could do anything at all to us and our environment.”

“There’s nothing they could do,” Dan says, seemingly unable to help themself. “They’re doodles.”

“We shouldn’t be there without some kind of protection,” PJ insists.

“What d’you suggest?” Phil hums, already typing up some notes for future Phil to look at later. He knows he’ll forget something core if he doesn’t do it now. “Holy water? I don’t know any priests.”

He’s teasing, just a little bit, because PJ’s steadfast determination to live on a planet where impossible things happen every day is very funny.

“No, that’s for demons,” Chris pipes up, cheerful and half-sarcastic as always. “These are witches!”

“You’re the demons,” PJ says flatly.

Phil reaches across the table and pats PJ’s hand without looking away from his screen. “If it’ll make you feel better, you can Sharpie some protection sigils on us before we go in next time. I need to see the attic for myself, but I definitely got a weird vibe just being in that place.”

“Dan,” the girl behind the counter calls over. She’s long given up on pretending to work at all, and has been watching something on her phone the entire time that Dan’s been talking to them, but Dan still startles like they’ve been caught out doing something they shouldn’t. “Sorry, but it’s quarter to. We gotta start closing up.”

“Right, yeah,” Dan says, sounding a little flustered. They stand up and start collecting all the empty mugs on the table. When they reach Phil’s mostly-full hot chocolate, they raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t really like hot chocolate,” Phil admits. He gives Dan a little grin. “Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow and try the coffee?”

He can only imagine what his friends’ expressions look like right now. He doesn’t bother checking, even when Dan’s pretty eyes flick over to them momentarily.

“Okay,” says Dan. Their shiny, chapped lips stretch into a wide smile. “I won’t be working, actually, but… I can stop by if you guys - I dunno. Want another set of eyes? Ones that don’t jump immediately to ghosts and witches, perhaps?”

“Sure,” Phil agrees before his friends can give their input on the matter. “I’ll message you.”

Dan ducks their head in a surprisingly shy gesture for a person who takes up so much physical space. Their eyelids glitter like their cheeks, their nails, their lovely eyes, and Phil might be a little screwed, here.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Like A Date?

Characters: Derek Morgan x Reader, Penelope Garcia, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, 

Word Count: 1,476

Warnings: minor angst, mostly fluff

Summary: Your older sister brings you to her work, and you get a lot more than you bargained for.

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“Will I finally be able to meet the elusive Dr. Reid?” you asked your older sister as you followed her to the job she speaks so passionately about. She has been working here for a while, but she hasn’t introduced you to her co-workers. She talks so fondly of them which is why you were excited to come with her to work. She promised she’d take you only if you promised to sit in the corner of her office and not bother her when she was working.

“Yes, you will meet him,” she chuckled. She talks about how smart he is, how tall and skinny he is, and how high his IQ reached. Her other coworkers Emily and JJ seem nice enough for you to like them, Hotch was a bit too intimidating for your likes, and Rossi sounded nice. The only person you were really scared to meet was Derek. She and him kind of had a thing going on with him calling her “baby girl” and everything, but the way she talks about him got you nervous to meet him.

“Will Derek be there?” you asked as you bite your lip.

“Yeah, it’s his job,” she chuckled. “Don’t be nervous, come on!” She led you to the floor she worked on, and you saw her coworkers mingling inside the office. Due to pictures she showed you, you could place a few names to faces, but you weren't too familiar with them.

“Ladies and gents, I have brought my sister with me!” Penelope announced as she walked inside. All heads turned to you, and you suddenly found yourself blushing at the attention. She dragged you over to the circle that formed so she could introduce you.

“Y/N, these are my co-workers. Spencer Ried, Emily Prentiss, JJ, Derek Morgan, and Hotch and Rossi are in their offices,” she grinned. “Team, this is my younger sister, Y/N.”

“Yeah, but only by 4. She makes it seem like I’m a lot younger than I really am. I’ve heard a lot about you all,” you said as you shook hands with Emily and JJ before moving onto Spencer who just waved.

“I don’t shake hands. The number of bacteria and germs passed--”

“I know, it’s safer to kiss, right?” you chuckled as you cut him of. He blushed and nodded before looking at your sister. “She tells me a lot about the people she works with. Fist bump?” Holding out your hand in the shape of a fist, Spencer chuckled before hitting it lightly with his own. There was one more person to talk to, but you weren't ready for that. As soon as your eyes landed on Derek, your whole body froze in intimidation. What your sister says about him doesn’t do justice to what’s actually in front of you. He had a gorgeous physique, chocolate brown eyes, and a beautiful smile. There was no way you would be able to get even a word out without looking like a fool.

“Hi,” you nodded quickly before taking your sister’s hand and dragging her away from the group to get to her office. The whole team watched as you iced out Morgan as you and Penelope walked to her office.

‘Did y’all see that?” Derek asked with a frown.

“Dude she iced you out,” Spencer smirked.

“What did I do to her?” he frowned.

“Maybe it’s what Garcia has been telling her at home,” Emily shrugged before leaving the circle. Derek looked back at Penelope’s office before going back to work as normal.

“What the hell was that? You were completely rude to him!” your sister hissed at you.

“No I wasn’t… was I?”

“Yeah, you were. Derek is one of the most sweetest people I know. He didn’t deserve that.”

“Well, I didn’t deserve to have my heart stop at the first sight of him, so really, he started it,” you huffed as you sat down in the corner.

“You think he’s cute,” she suddenly grinned.

“And you don’t? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more gorgeous man alive than him.”

“Well, next time, don’t be so rude to him,” she demanded before getting to work.

It was constant calls from the BAU when they went on their trip to whatever city they were going to in order to solve some crimes. Penelope was popular within her circle of friends, and you couldn’t help but notice the way Derek spoke to her. He called her “baby girl”, “sweetheart”, and they shared a lot of flirty banter. You and your sister kind of looked like, but you were a lot shorter, and a lot heavier than she was. If he was so busy with your sister, he would never even see a woman like you. It would be pointless to flirt with him, so you kept your mouth shut in fear of rejection.

Penelope let you come to work with her the whole time the team was out which was a blessing, but now they were coming back and you didn’t know how to act with Derek around. Your sister demanded that you be nice to him, but as soon as you saw him walk through the doors, it was like you couldn’t say more than two words to him. The rest of the team was greeted by you, but Morgan was ignored.

When he tried to look at you, you would avoid eye contact. When he tried to talk to you, you would make an excuse to leave. He didn't know what he did wrong considering he had never met you prior to a week ago. Your sister was giving you shit for being so rude to him, but you couldn’t tell her how much he intimidated you. He looked like he was sculpted from the Gods while you looked like you were mushed together.

There was no way he would ever go for a woman like you.

“Hey, baby girl,” Derek said to Penelope on a day you weren't in the office. “What’s the deal with your sister?”

“Is she being rude again?” she sighed.

“Did I do something to her? Did you say something about me?”

“No, nothing like that. She took one look at you and freaked. She has a crush on you.”

“I think she’s cute too. I was trying to ask her on a date this whole week, but hadn’t had time too,” he chuckled.

“I’ll get her to come in here tomorrow. You can make your move then.”

“She has a crush on me?” he asked with a grin.

“The biggest one I’ve seen since high school.”

When your sister asked you to come to work with her again, you were thrilled to learn more about what she does. For a moment, you forgot about Derek and everything he did to you on a subconscious level. He wasn’t in when you came into work, and your sister was already putting you to work.

“Get us some coffee, will you? I will go get my office set up,” she said before leaving your side. Walking to the break room, you grabbed two coffee mugs and started brewing the coffee. While you waited, you began playing a mindless game on your phone.

“She has you getting coffee for her?” Derek asked with a smirk as he approached you inside the break room. Jumping in fright, you barely looked at him before pouring whatever coffee had brewed into your sister’s mug.

“Yeah. She really wants it, so I have to go,” you mumbled before trying to escape. However, he was blocking the only way in and out of the place. “Excuse me.”

“Why are you so nervous around me?” he asked.

“Damn it Pen,” you sighed when you realized she must have told him something.

“Red looks good on you, Y/N. It really suits your skin tone,” he complimented you.

“Thanks,” you blushed. “Look, I don’t know what my big-mouth sister told you, but--”

“She didn't tell me anything. I accidentally bought two tickets to the baseball game this weekend. I can’t return one of them, so do you want to go with me?”

“How did you know I love baseball?” you asked.

“I didn’t,” he grinned.

“Are you…? Is this…? I mean, are you asking…?”

“Yes, I am asking you on a date. Will you come with me this weekend?”

“Oh, y-um, I-I guess I’ll s-see what’s on my s-schedule,” you stuttered like a fool.

“Good. Let me know if you can make it. I really hope you can,” he grinned as he bit his lower lip sexily. He walked out of the room, and you finally let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. Quickly fixing the coffee mess, you ran to your sister’s office before slamming the door shut.

“You’ll never guess what just happened…”

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Harry would rather much hang with his ex

Prompt; Soo maybe you could write that Harry is dating a new girl and they are going to a club or something like that and there is Kendall Jenner and Harry is totally ignoring his girl for her. But at the end,l he apologizes and he asks her to be his official girlfriend. @coldnightfun

Y/N and Harry were exclusive at the moment. They’ve been seeing each other for a while after being introduced through their mutual friend. Met each other at a wedding, hit it off and soon went on their first date in which they were both absolutely nervous for but nonetheless, it worked out just fine since they went on a consecutive second and third date.

So maybe Harry hasn’t asked Y/N out officially, but it sure does seem like they had eyes only for each other. Attached to the hip, some would say. But Y/N would much rather have the assurance that she and Harry are on the same page and that her feelings are being returned at the same level. He just needed to actually say it to her and she’ll be good.

When Harry’s good friend, Alexa Chung, sent invitations out for her birthday party, Harry instantaneously took the chance to ask Y/N out as his plus one. Y/N hesitated on saying yes since it wasn’t really her type of scene. Somehow, his charm got to her and she was currently spritzing setting spray on her meticulously done makeup. Her hair was done in a high ponytail, making sure to brush the baby hairs out of her face. All she needed to do was put on her dress and heels.

“You look beautiful, love” Y/N jumps a little, not expecting Harry to be standing at the doorframe of her apartment so early. She’d given him a key recently, insisting that he needs it in case there was an emergency.

“Jesus Harry! Don’t scare me like that,”

Harry chuckled before strutting over to his love and admiring the beauty in front of him.

“You look absolutely amazing, Y/N. Probably won’t be able to take my eyes off of you,” He pecks her forehead instead of her lips which had Y/N yearning for him to ask the golden question.

——-

As soon as they arrived at the party, Harry was whisked away by the one and only, Kendall Jenner. He wasn’t literally taken away from her, per se, his attention was just not on her. Kendall greeted Harry with an enormous hug and a peck on the cheek to which Y/N squints her eyes at in uncertainty. She gets herself in control, though, figuring out if there were any recurring feelings going on between them. When she concludes that there weren’t, she relaxes. At first, Y/N was alright with it figuring that the pair probably needed some time catching up as Y/N recalls Kendall saying,

“I haven’t seen you in so long, Har!”

To which Harry retaliates with, “Don’t worry, Kenny. We can catch up, are you free for lunch tomorrow?”

And usually she wouldn’t be bothered by Harry making plans with his friends, but this is Kendall Jenner they’re talking about, his ex-girlfriend. Maybe Y/N was just a bit biased since all her previous relationship ended badly except for one, and she figures that being friends with your ex was a one in a million possibility.

The three of them set out to find their designated tables, Y/N visibly sulking when Harry’s hand reaches up at Kendall's lower back leaving Y/N to try to grasp a the cuffs of his leave. Harry doesn’t notice and continues walking at Kendall’s pace, leaving Y/N approximately two steps behind.

When Harry and Y/N find their dinner table with the accompanying name tags, Harry was deeply saddened to find out that Kendall’s table wasn’t near close to theirs–or his, Y/N could do just fine without her around. He leans over to hug her goodbye before reminding her of their lunch plans for tomorrow. Kendall walks off to sit at her table and Y/N sighs in relief. She and Harry could finally have some time to chat.

That wasn’t the case, however. Or maybe it was–it’s just that Harry keeps getting distracted by his phone. His thumbs tapping away at the illuminated screen while Y/N speaks about the paper she’d written for class.

“And then the professor said that citing your papers is the best way to ma–“

“Uh huh, mhm” Harry mumbles, a sure proof that he wasn’t listening to her at all since she didn’t even finish her sentence yet.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, n-no I’m not sorry,” Harry looks up from his phone apologetically, “Kendall’s just telling me about this new place that opened downtown. Thinking we might go there tomorrow.”

Y/N purses her lips, a crease forming between her brows. She feels left out by the way he’s and she’s not sure if she should feel this way since Harry and her were exclusive, so technically he can still go out with other people. But should he really?

“Anyways love, what were ya’ saying about your prof?” Harry urges her to go on, clicking his phone off and turning to her completely.

Just as Y/N was about to open her mouth, Harry’s phone buzzed in his hand and he immediately looks down on it, laughing. Y/N looks down at her lap, feeling disinterested in her own story, losing the motivation to actually tell it.

The PA squeals from the static before Alexa’s voice was heard throughout the room.

“Hello all, dinner will be served in ten minutes,”

Y/N tummy growls a little growing hungry as time passes. She makes small talk with the people on the table and genuinely enjoys some of the conversations. That, until Harry, taps her shoulder.

“Hey Y/N, I’m going over to Kendall’s table for a bit,”

Before she could reply, he was fast-walking towards the direction of Kendall’s table.

—-

Dinner was about to be served and Harry had still not come back yet from wherever he drifted off to. The waiter sets a plate full of food in front of her and one asks if there was somebody sitting beside her. Deciding that she should probably look for Harry, Y/N shoots him a text about his whereabouts. Harry replies,

“Sitting w kenny for dinner

is that ok?”

Y/N’s mouth drops agape. Did he really just ditch her on her first party amongst big names?

“what???

harry come back here please”

She receives no reply from him and she’s forced to say no to the waiter. So much for being exclusive.

——

The whole evening, Y/N has not heard from Harry. Her phone remains notification-less and she walks off to the mini bar by the side of the room. She asks for a glass of wine before sighing, letting her eyes roam around the room in hopes of catching a glimpse of Harry.

And, oh boy, did she find him. Not only him but Kendall with her skinny figure grinding against Harry. She turns back around to the counter, downing her drink in one go, deciding that she’s had enough of him. She gathers her purse, standing up and walking towards them.

Y/N taps his shoulder, being blown off twice before her consistent patter annoys him and he eventually turns around.

“I’m leaving,” she says dully. Y/N watches as his face turned from a look of annoyance to recognition, to confusion.

“Wha-why? We just got here,”

“We got here three hours ago, Harry. And I’ve been with you for less than half of that time. I’m going home,” Y/N crosses her arms over chest, turning on her heel and strutting away towards the exit. She almost makes it out. Almost

“Y/N! Y/N wait!” Hearing her name, she picks up speed and makes it outside the street, preparing to holler for a cab before a hand takes hold of her elbow.

She turns around to see Harry panting, hands on his knees in front of him.

“Why are you leaving? Have I done something wrong?”

She scoffs at his cluelessness. Had he done something wrong? He’s really gonna ask that?

“I know I’m not as popular as anybody else here tonight, but I don’t deserve to be treated like trash or some kind of irrelevant to be put at the back burner by you for the whole night!”

Harry blinks at her owlishly, lips forming an ‘o’ but obviously still not getting the gist of the situation.

“I’ve been waiting for you for hours, Harry. You left me alone at our table to sit with her and you’re asking me if you did anything wrong?” She gasps out incredulously.

“And I know that we’re exclusive and definitely not official but seeing you so close to her hurts me. I don’t know if you’re as serious about me as I am to you but if not, then we shouldn’t waste our time anymore,”

It takes Harry a bit of time to fully comprehend the contexts of situation; how Y/N felt that whole night, Y/N putting her lovely self down all because he decided to pay attention to somebody else, and most importantly, Y/N essentially saying that a relationship between him and her is out of the question especially since he probably saw her grinding with Kendall on the dance floor. Y/N patience wears thin and she grits her teeth, preparing to catch a cab late at night once again.

“Wait Y/N, don’t leave. Please don’t leave,” Harry begs. She scratches her head, palms opening and closing to relieve the tension coursing through her body.

“What do you want now?”

“I-I know that we’re exclusive and I’m an absolute idiot for doing what I did back there,” His head flicks towards the house. “But I really really like you Y/N and I want you to be mine. I see a future with you and if you feel the same way, I hope you’ll say yes,”

He gnaws on his lip, nervous about the response he’ll get from Y/N.

“You really hurt me, Harry”

“I know, God, I know and I’m so sorry Y/N. I hope you can forgive me,”

She sighs before nodding, how could she ever stay angry at this man

He smiles widely, arms opening for a hug. He engulfs her in his strong arms while she weakly pats his back. His face buried itself in her hair, he mumbles,

“Will you be mine?”

——

LMAO @ the ending I’m sorry it sucks

[j-whirl44]

A Binding Ache Remains Within

Hey hi what’s up you ever love a key relationship and dynamic between two characters that is actually so intricate and beautiful but the main medium of the franchise they’re in never really takes time to explore it????

Or is it just me?

Anyways I wrote this Poe & Leia fic because I love them both so much and their mother & son bond will always be the death of me. It’s sort of in a “Missing Scene” format in three chunks from TFA, TLJ, and TROS.

This in general was just very cathartic for me to write and it’s a dynamic Ive wanted to write about for a while I just didn’t know how lmao.

Enjoy!!

Title From: I’ll Be Your Skin by Sara Kendall

Read it on Ao3 (x)

1: D’Qar Resistance Base

Poe woke up with a splitting headache for the second day in a row. He squeezed his eyes shut just as quickly as he opened them, the harsh light of fluorescents above mixed with the buzz on machines by his side overstimulated him.

He tried again, this time using his arm that wasn’t bound to wires and needles to shield his face as he slowly opened his eyes. He let out a long breath as he groaned and tried to get up from the stiff and cold medical cot.

He’d been confined to the med bay since he came back to D’Qar two days ago. He lumbered in limping and filthy and about to pass out. People watched him as if they’ve seen a ghost and Poe suspected they might have thought they were. It’d been a week and a half since he was taken by the First Order and since losing Beebee-Ate he had no way to securling send a signal from Jakku letting them know he was alive.

Though he wished he wasn’t.

He tried to talk to Leia immediately, but the General shook her head and sent him to get patched up with a look in her eye that told Poe now was not the time to argue.

A nurse wailed next to him as he tried to get to his feet. He looked at her with a tinge of annoyance.

“I need to talk to the General. I’ve been tied up here for two days now. I’m fine,” he said trying his hardest to drown out the pounding between his eyes. He could tell the nurse saw right through him, but nevertheless most people on this ship are aware how Poe can be when he sets his mind to something. She walked up to him carefully removed the various mechanisms in him.

Poe nodded his thanks and turned to rush out of the small room before the nurse wailed at him again. She handed him some sort of pill and a cup of water. Poe looked hesitant at it. The nurse pointed at his head. Poe blushed and took it, instantly he felt some of the weight in his head decompress. He looked back at her with a grateful look as he went to go find Leia.

“Poe? What are you doing here,” Leia asked as he stepped into the briefing room where she and a few other officers were going over their daily checklist.

“Doc gave me the all clear, did my droid come back? What’s happening,” he asked. The room was still and silent, save a few beeps from monitors. Poe didn’t like it.

“I’m afraid there’s been no sign of Beebee-Ate since he was sent off with you to Jakku. We have reason to believe the First Order has him-”

“No,” Poe interrupted, other officers around him went stiff at the intensity he just cut of the General, but Leia didn’t flinch, “No he escaped when…” Poe trailed off. His head pulsed as he tried to remember everything that happened since being captured and tortured. His eyes widened, “Beebee-Ate! I-I told the First Order he had the map to Luke. They know.”

He said the last two words more to himself than the room. His hands clumped into fists. His shoulders drop. Gasps are heard around the room as he feels their eyes burn onto him. Leia cleared her throat, which snapped everyone’s attention back to her.

“Give us the room please,” she said. The room made its way out the door. The two of them stood across from each other in silence.

Poe’s mouth was dry, he couldn’t look in Leia’s direction. “Sit, Commander,” she said as she walked and took a seat at one of the tables near the window. He didn’t move, his body bristled with fear and shame. “Poe,” Leia whispered. The sound of his name snapped him back to the present just enough to take her invitation. He sat stiff and focused on his hands.

“What happened. We heard about the attack on this village…”

‘The village,’ Poe thought. They attacked so fast and so strong against unsuspecting people. He sees flashes of it now, the screams, the sounds of blasters, the heat of his exploded x-wing on his back as he watched Kylo Ren kill Lor San Tekka.

Then he remembers being on the ship. How dark and cold it was. Being strapped into the chair, IT-O droid next to his face; Kylo Ren himself in front of him. Remembers him invading Poe’s mind. Breaking through whatever defenses Poe tried to put up to keep him from seeing where the map was. More importantly who had it.

But he got it anyway, after what felt like hours of agony Poe gave in showing the scene right there for Kylo. Leaving his droid out in the open.

He failed the mission. He failed the Resistance. He failed…

“Poe,” Leia said again, which again brought the pilot out of his own head. She looked at him with the same kind eyes she always did. She reached out and grabbed his forearm and squeezed it. Poe felt himself relax a bit. “It’s not your fault,” Leia said. He bit back a sarcastic laugh; his face twisted around as it tried to stay neutral. Leia furrowed her brow, “There was no way you could’ve known about the First Orders ambush because we didn’t even know about it.”

“I should’ve saw the signs,” he counted. Leia scoffed.

“What signs, Commander? There were no signs. We both were after the same thing. We thought we got to it first. We clearly didn’t-”

“Maybe they were tracking my X-Wing somehow. Has anyone ran diagnostics yet? Maybe I-” Poe stopped when Leia smacked him behind the head. He yelped as he ran a hand to rub the spot.

“In case you forgot in that thick skull of yours, Commander Dameron, you’re part of a crew. A whole resistance. It’s not just you that makes mistakes. This wasn’t your fault,” she said.

There she went again, those eyes now stared at him with a mixture of anger along with the kindness. Like any mother would look at her son when they were being difficult.

Poe sunk in his chair. She was right; it wasn’t his fault. In the beginning maybe, but everything that came after…

“But now I really have led them straight to it, General, Kylo Ren-he…” he didn’t know how to continue. He knew how much it hurt Leia to talk about he son. Her real one.

“What happened. Please, tell me,” she urged.

Poe cleared his throat, “He...forced his way into my mind. He saw my memories,” his fists on the table clenched tighter, “old and new.”

Leia looked away, face as stoic as ever, but Poe could see through the cracks.

“General I’m sorry. He was too powerful. I was too weak, he saw me store the part of the map on to Beebee-Ate. He knows,” he hesitated, “he knows where it is.”

Silence again fell between them as they both looked down at the floor.

Poe felt defeated. He felt like shit; lower than shit even. He remembered what he was thinking while he was still tied up after the interrogation, he thought all there was left to do was die. He failed the mission and he failed hard. He was ready and willing to accept whatever fate the gods had in store for him.

His eyes started to sting as he blinked back tears. He jumped when Leia’s hand grabbed his own.

“Poe, that still isn’t your fault. You were being tortured,” Leia said, the last word thick in the air, “you didn’t have a choice in the matter. What’s important now is you’re back here and you can help us fight like you always have.”

Poe was always so in awe of her. He’s known this woman almost all his life. Known what she’s gone through, whether it be first hand experience or through the little stories he was told by his father. He’s seen her still be so vulnerable yet strong all these years. It inspired Poe to just be a better person.

“I failed everyone, I failed you, General,” he said ashamed.

“You haven’t failed yet. Luke still hasn’t been found by anyone yet. We can still do this,” she said as she squeezed his hand, “together.”

Poe closed his eyes. A few tears finally fell as he nodded.

He thought of his parents and what they say to him right now.

And then he thought it’d probably be everything the General just did.

2: Resistance Escape Pod; Above Crait

“A mutiny, Poe? Really?” she said as she looked down at the unconscious pilot in front of her. He looked peaceful and it was one of the times he wasn’t actively being a pain in the ass. She smiled a little as she remembered the dumbstruck look on his face right before she stunned him, “You got your love of flying from your mother but your impulse from your father,” she said with a slight chuckle.

It had only been a few hours since Leia had woken up after being spaced. She heard quick news about what Poe was doing and all she could do after hearing about it was roll her eyes and head towards the bridge to do all but drag that man out by the ear.

Leia knew there was not a lot of men out there like Poe. His heart was big, although sometimes his ego was bigger. He would sacrifice himself before letting anyone fall in his place even though losing him would be a major blow to the Resistance. Not only for morale, but there isn’t anyone that can fly a ship like him; except maybe his mother.

Leia remembered when she died. Hearing word from Han who heard from Kes. Her heart ached; knowing they had a young son. She arranged a trip to Yavin 4 where Poe and Ben zoomed around the backyard together, blissfully unaware of the heaviness in the visit.

----

The adults sat under the little piece of the Great Tree planted there six years prior. They laughed as they recounted stories of the war. The sticky situations Han and Kes would get into when left unsupervised. They also mused about Shara and her pilot skills.

“I just hope he’s more like her than me,” Kes said. The three watched as Poe and Ben played in the cockpit of Shara’s old RZ-I. Leia smiled as Poe explained the inner workers of the A-Wing as Ben watched with wide eyes.

“Looks like he’s on his way to that already,” Luke said, “Shara was the best of them, Poe will be too. It’s in his blood.”

Kes smiled as he raised his cup of ale towards the sky, “I just hope he won’t have to fight like we did. Sacrifice as much as we did,” he said solemnly.

Leia looked again at the two boys, “yeah, me either,” she said.

Back in the present, Leia’s teeth chewed at the inside of her cheek at the memory. They were all still so hopeful back then; wary but hopeful. They wanted to believe darkness was defeated on Endor. 

----

But it wasn’t. The two boys that played in the cockpit of that fighter ship were now on opposite ends of an ever growing battle that got more dire by the day.

That was the last time Leia or Han ever saw Kes and Poe, but she always kept tabs on them. It wasn’t very hard, Poe’s reputation and familial lineage preceded him at any military level. All Leia had to do was pull up his reports. When the time came and the First Order was too big to be ignored as a legitimate threat she knew she had to ask Poe to help lead the Resistance. He had the same spark as his mother. 

“Passion is something we desperately need these days,” she had told him. And Poe being Poe he didn’t hesitate when asked.

He had grown so much into his father’s look, Leia almost thought it was him sometimes when she saw him out of the corner of her eye.

She reached down and touched his cheek with the same hand that had slapped him days before after that stupid dreadnaught mission that got him demoted and good fighters killed. She was angry with him but a part of her heart also ached for him. She saw the look in his eyes, how elated he was they sank the ship but how conflicted he was in himself for doing it in a way that cost so many lives.

And much like everything these last few weeks there wasn’t any time to dwell on it. Everything moved so fast and if you tried to get bearings on anything you’d be too consumed by grief and war and you’d crumble.

“The life of a soldier,” she thought. It was cruel. It was unfair. Leia wanted nothing more than to clear Poe of his conflicted feelings. Like any mother would do when she saw a son struggling.

But in this moment she was still his superior and she had a whole Resistance to rebuild. She leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“This is for your own good, idiot.”

3: Ajan Kloss

Her face was covered and Poe was at least a little thankful for that. If he couldn’t see the General’s lifeless face maybe he could believe she wasn’t really dead. She wasn’t really gone.

He started at the sheet in front of him, he willed it to move. He wanted a sign this wasn’t really happening. Begged for it.

Nothing. Utter stillness.

Poe clasped his hands together and rested his forehead as he let out a bitter laugh.

Of course, death happened around him all the time. He even caused some of it. He’s had plenty of ghosts that followed him around. That came to him at night as he tried to sleep, but none dare compared to the pain in his heart right now.

Leia trusted him in all things, even when he didn’t deserve it. The two of them worked side by side to build the fight against the First Order. The late nights, the early mornings. The near misses and the celebrations. It was all done at each other’s side.

Poe thought back to when his mother died. His dad was stone faced through all the formal military funeral proceedings, but the night after the service Poe walked by his dad’s office and heard him crying, it made Poe’s heart break. He wished he remembered more of his mother outside the war stories and medals.

He made a note in his mind to make sure Leia’s story wasn’t so serious. She’d be remembered as a great war hero of course, but also as a headstrong woman who in any situation was never afraid to speak her mind and knock people down when they needed it. Poe smiled; he needed it a lot it seemed.

His throat tightened as he now remembers his new acting position.

“General. You named me general,” he said. General Poe Dameron. He was excited at the new title, he just wished it was under much better circumstances.

He reached out involuntarily reached out and before he could register what he was doing he was holding her hand. It was cold and weak and Poe didn’t like the feeling. The reminder. He gave it a tight squeeze before letting go. He gently placed her arm back by her side and covered her again. “I won’t let you down, Leia,” he said.

But what was he to do now? He failed to get the support her needed. They barely made it out of Kijimi and Kef Bir alive and now this blow to their already dwindled forces. It was hard to find hope in any of this.

“But hope is what you were all about huh,” he said, “was.”

He wondered truly how long anyone in this war would have survived if it wasn’t for Leia and her abundance of hope. After all she’d been through, she still believed there was good in even the most wicked of people. Her dying moments, Poe understood, made that note abundantly clear.

There’s so much Poe still wanted to learn from her, but now that was all gone. He just felt lost and undeserving of the tasks that now fall onto him. He needed his friends. He needed a sign.

He really needed Leia.

Lando came in soon after and tried to squash Poe’s worries, but honestly nothing stuck to his brain. He felt himself shutting down, the grief, he thought, may finally get to him.

He closed his eyes, still sat by her side. He needed a minute before he swallowed his sadness down and stood up.

He stood up, suddenly as determined as ever. He wasn’t going to let Leia die in vain. He walked up to her covered body and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Shoulders tight and fists clenched, he walked out towards the fight.

[thisismandee]

The Rebel and The Criminal

Chapter 4)Academics Aren't the Same

"Scumbag" Andrew mumbles to himself. I then got taken off guard as Bender stands up and he jumps on to the railing that was right next to the two populars table. "What do you say we close that door. We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds." He turned his head towards me. "How about you Newbie? Want to have a good time?" He gave me a smirk. I couldn't help but sense a bit of flirting going on. What was weirder was the fact that I actually liked it.

"Well, you know the door's supposed to stay open" The Brain responds.

"So what?" I did have to agree with Bender on this one. I would much rather have it so we weren't being watched every second. It was bad enough we had to be here all day, but if we didn't have to be watched like animals in a cage it would make it bearable.

"So why don't you just shut up! There's five other people in here you know?" Andrew interrupted my thoughts.

"God, you can count. See! I knew you had to be smart to be a... a wrestler."

"Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway?" Andrew questioned Bender.

"Really" Clair interjected.

Andrew continued. "You know, Bender... you don't even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school." I was in shock about what had just came out of Andrews mouth.

"Harsh!" I spoke up from the back of the room. That was really mean to say to anyone, even if it was directed to Bender who has been nothing but trouble. Bender looked over to me a bit shocked that someone was actually standing up for him in a way. He smirked and then turned his attention back to Andrew.

"Well... I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team." Claire and Andrew share a laugh. "Maybe the prep club too! Student council"

Andrew stopped him mid sentence, "No, they wouldn't take you"

"I'm hurt"

Claire then decides to get in on the conversation. "You know why guys like you knock everything?"

"Oh, this should be stunning" Bender mumbles to himself.

"It's cause you're afraid." I couldn't help but scoff at what Claire just said. She couldn't not be serious about this whole conversation.

"Oh, God! You richies are so smart, that's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities!" I could sense so much sarcasm in Bender's voice.

"You're a big coward!" Claire states. I get amusement from her. She thinks she is such a badass, but I think deep down she is the coward. I turn around when I hear a noise from behind me.

"I'm in the math club.." The Brain says, but I think I am the only one that heard him.

"See you're afraid that they won't take you. You don't belong so you just have to dump all over it." Claire continues.

"Well... it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, now would it?"

"Well you wouldn't know...You don't even know any of us."

Bender leans forward from where he was sitting on the railing. " Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs."

"Hey let's watch the mouth, huh?" Andrew says directing it to Bender. Then I heard the Brain speak up again.

"I'm in the physics club too" This time I can tell that I am not the only one that heard him.

"S'cuse me a sec" Bender says to Claire. He is then talking to the Brain directly. "What are you babbling about?"

"Well, what I said was, I'm in the math club, the Latin club and the physics club...physics club."

It was like the Brain gave more fuel to the fire and he didn't know it, but I could sense it. Bendere then looked back at Claire. "Hey, Cherry, do you belong to the physics club?"

"That's an academic club"

"So?"

"So, academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs." I was getting really sick of Claire's attitude. I thought Bender was bad, but I stand corrected. Claire was much worse.

"Oh, but to dorks like him," Bender starts and points to the Brain, "they are." He then talks directly to the Brain. "What do you guys do in your club?"

"In physics, um, we, um, we talk about physics, about properties of physics."

"So it's sorta social, demented and sad, but social. Right?"

"Yeah, well, I guess you could consider it a social situation. I mean there are other children in my club and, uh, at the end of the year we have, um, you know, a big banquet, at the, uh, at the Hilton."

"You load up, you party" Bender said.

"Well, no, we get dressed up, I mean, but, we don't, we don't get high."

"Only burners like you get high" Claire interjections like always and looks at Bender. I take slight offense to this. Granted I don't do it every waking hour of every day, but I have personally have been known to dabble in the art of Kush.

The Brain continued. "And, uh, I don't have any shoes. So I had to borrow my dad's. It was kinda weird cause my mom doesn't like me to wear other people's shoes. And, uh, my cousin Kent, my cousin Kendall from, uh, Indiana, he got high once and you know, he started eating like really weird foods. And, uh, and then he just felt like he didn't belong anywhere. You know, kinda like, you know 'Twilight Zone' kinda."

Claire looked back over at Bender. "Sounds like you"

"Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads." Andrew states.

"Oh and wouldn't that be a bite" Bender says in a mocking tone. "Missing a whole wrestling meet!"

"Well, you wouldn't know anythign about it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life!"

Bender pretended to be hurt by Andrews insult. "Oh, I know, I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys!"

"Ahhh, you'd never miss it. You don't have any goals." Andrew said. I could sense that he was trying to put on an 'I don't care facade.'

"Oh, but I do!"

"Yeah?"

"I wanna be just like you! I figure all I need's a labotamy and some tights!"

I try to hold back my laughter at this comment. It was true Wrestlers pretty much wore tights and hugged other men in tights. I could tell that the Brain seemed to be interested in this part of the conversation too. "You wear tights?" He asked.

"No I don't wear tights, I wear the required uniform." Andrew defended himself.

"Tights!" I decided to speak up from the back of the room. I couldn't help but laugh at this. Claire and Bender looked over at me. I could tell they were both also trying to hold in their laughter.

"Shut up!" Andrew yelled in my direction. I heard Vernon make movement from across the hall and I saw Bender quickly sit down at the empty seat between Claire and Andrew. I couldn't help but admire that Bender did have an attractive quality to him. But god what was I thinking he was nothing but trouble.

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[justkending]

A True Wesson. Part 24

Chapter Summary: You finish your conversation with Gaia, and the road trip continues.

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader/OFC (Kendall)

Warning: Cussing.

Word Count: 2550ish

Part 24:

“Ok, but what about the Demon?” you shouted stopping in your tracks.

She had reached the tree and had started to part the wisp to enter, but stopped abruptly. She looked down.

“Zagan.” She mumbled, but you still heard it.

You walked up to her quickly.

“What did you say?” you said searching for her eyes.

She looked up and dropped her grip on the curtain of leaves she was holding.

“Zagan, he’s the demon that’s been on your back.”

“How do you know about him?”

She let out a long sigh before folding her arms.

“He was the one that broke my heart at the beginning.” She said quietly.

“I’m sorry. What?” you said reeling back and going wide eyed.

“When he broke my heart, I sent him to hell. He became a demon, who I guess now is pretty high up, and powerful.” She said.

“Shit.” You muttered throwing a hand through your hair.

“He’s been trying to find a way to destroy my kind since he crawled out of hell.” She continued. “He gave up when he realized he couldn’t about 500 years ago. But now…” she looked off in the distance.

“But now what? He can do it? He can kill me?” you started getting nervous.

“No, he’s looking for a way to steal the power for himself instead of kill it.”

“Is that possible? Is there a way?”

“From what I know. No.”

You sighed in relief.

“But… magic has evolved. There are things that are no longer impossible.”

“WHAT? Are you kidding me? What am I supposed to do? I can’t fight a centuries old Demon, who’s been studying for this exact moment his whole life?” you started rambling and pacing as you ran your hand through your hair.

“Kendall-“

“I mean come on! I’m just now learning what the hell is going on with me, and even now I don’t know! No, I-I just- It’s too much! How the hell do I- I can’t-I’m just-“

“You’re just fine.” She said catching you off guard by putting her hands on your shoulders and stealing you from your thoughts and movements. “You have been training for this your whole life, whether you know it or not.”

“I-“

“If anyone can bring an end to this man, it’s you. The human huntress who is a descendent of Gaia herself.” She said bringing your eyes up to meet her. “Look at me.” She instructed.

Once you made eye contact, her eyes glowed the vibrant fluorescent green that yours had a few times before when you fought, and really dug into your powers.

“He is nothing but a bug that needs to be squashed.” She said. You gulped at that reference. “You are not a bug. You are fierce, dangerous, and skilled. You have so much power that others could not even imagine to be possible.” She paused when she saw that you were still in shock. “Zagan thinks he has a chance against you because your human, and seem to be one of the weaker ones of my family.”

“And?”

“And you’re not. Notice how I said ‘seem’.” She walked you back to the tree with her arm weaved through yours. “You met me here. You are the strongest I’ve seen since me, remember? He doesn’t stand a chance.”

You were now standing next to the main trunk again. There was a handprint from where you had placed your hand earlier. It was glowing a bright yellow-white light, and you looked down at your hand seeing a small spark in your hand as well.

“And that. That just proves it.” She said proudly and with a smile. “That shows the power you are capable of. It’s calling to you Kendall.”

You hadn’t moved your eyes from it. You were transfixed.

“Look at that!” she said all giddy. “You even have my eyes!”

You blinked, but saw in her eye reflection that your eyes were glowing just like hers in the bright green.

“You are going to do just fine.” She said sweetly. “Now, it’s time for you to head home.” She said putting her hands on your shoulders and making you face each other.

“Wait, how do I control my powers? How do I know what I can do? What about Zagan? How do I-“ you started rambling.

“So curious aren’t you dear?” she giggled.

“But-“

“You Mother Nature. The clue is in the name.”

You cocked your head confused.

“You are Nature sweetheart. Use it.”

Before you could say another word, she touched your forehead, and you were jumping in your seat in the impala.

“Kendall! Hey!” Dean said taking his free hand to reach out and calm you. “Hey!’

You had sat straight up from your seat and went to grab the dash and car door as you gasped for air.

“Hey, hey!” he was able to grab a hold of your arm and bring your attention back to him. “What’s wrong?”

You steadied your breathing as you looked over at him. You relaxed seeing where you were now. You slumped in your seat and took you free hand to massage your temples and rub your eyes.

Dean gave you a small squeeze to remind you he was there.

“You good? What happened?” he asked again.

“I-uh… Weird dream.” You answered.

“You sure? It looked like more than that.” He said not believing you and looking between you and the road.

“Um-yeah, yeah.” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it back. “Just really vivid.”

“Wanna talk about?” he eased out.

“Not really. Still trying to wrap my head around it myself.” You said looking out the window, and combing through your hair.

“Sweetheart-“

“How far out are we?” you said changing the subject.

“Um, about 4 more hours? You were knocked out for a while.” He smiled softly.

“Sorry, if I snored.” You joked.

“Nah, no snoring that I heard.” He said realizing you were trying to avoid the subject at hand, but he didn’t push. Instead he joked back at you. “Now, the drooling on the other hand. That was really cute.” He said with a smirk on the road.

You playfully punched him and laughed.

“I do not drool Winchester!”

“Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it!” he laughed back.

“Sure…” you said laughing. “Hey you want to stop and get something to eat. It’s almost 4 and I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Fine by me.” He said taking the next exit. “Wanna call Sam or Rosie and let them now we are stopping?”

“Already on it.”

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You all met up at a dinner off the road. You took the time to go over what was in the journals. Not that you and Dean read that much, but got more info from Cas. The two nerds of the group though… Now they dove head first on your lore. As soon you ordered your food, Sam and Rosie started cluing you in on all that they had read. You listened to a majority of it, but a lot of it was stuff you just heard in your dream with the woman herself.

A dream. If that’s what you want to call it… Who the hell knows anymore?

While you were eating the last bits of your meal, Dean realized you had tuned the bookworms out, and were gazing out the window. Nodding every once in a while, but not actually paying attention.

“Hey.” He said placing a hand on your forearm. “You ok?”

You turned to him, and blinked out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” you said with a small fake smiled.

“Well, there’s actually a lot of reasons why you wouldn’t be.” He chuckled causing you to laugh through your nose before turning back to the window. His smile fell once again. “Ken, is there something you want to talk about?”

Luckily, Sam and Rosie were having their own little discussion and weren’t paying any mind to you two.

You looked back at Dean and saw the genuine worry in his eyes. You grabbed his hand and slightly gripped it.

“I’ll tell you about it in the car, hmm?” you said.

“Positive?” he asked.

“Positive.” You grinned.

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The group finished off their meals, and after a little more conversation headed back to your cars. You hopped back on the road quickly, and started your long road trip back to Kansas. It was silent in Dean’s car with him driving and you staring out the window watching the outside world pass. Until he broke it.

“Ok, we’ve been in the car for almost 15 minutes now. You going to let me know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours yet?” Dean asked glancing at you.

You huffed out a breath of air, and looked to him as you slouched in your seat.

“Do I have to?” you muttered.

“No, but from personal experience. It helps to get things off your chest.” He said watching the road.

“So all this will be over, and rainbows and sunshine if I say how much it sucks out loud?” you said in a sarcastic tone sitting up and turning your body to face him.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help. You don’t have to get feisty with me.” He said going more serious. You could tell taking your anger out on him, hurt him a little. He was just trying to help and you were acting like a grumpy 2-year-old.

“I-I’m sorry.” You scooted over to him, and took his hand from his lap, and interlaced your fingers with his. He looked down at the gesture. “I-It’s just a lot, and I’m not really sure how to put it in words.”

He looked from the road over to you. His face going from hurt and serious, to pity and sincerity.

“It’s fine. I just want to help.” He said squeezing your hand and looking back at the road.

“Thank you for that. Really.” You were now sitting in the middle of the impala, and decided to take the next step. You brought your legs up to tuck under you, and rested your head on his shoulder. You placed your conjoined hands in your lap and started playing with his rings on his fingers. “I guess I should get everything that’s on my chest off though, huh? I mean, take the weight off and all.”

Dean looked down at your movements. He loved the way you fit perfectly on his shoulder, and how he could vaguely smell your shampoo in the close proximity. He loved the way you were mindlessly playing with his fingers, and gently caressing his skin. Without realizing it he rested his head on yours while still watching the road. He took his thumb and started softly rubbing circles on your hand as you played with his fingers. This. This was his heaven.

“It's one way to let it go.” He answered.

“Ok…” you took a second and a few breaths before starting your story. “It’s a lot. I mean, it’s hard to explain, and sounds crazy, and I’m not even sure how much of it is… accurate.” You said sitting up, but still keeping your hands interlaced.

“You realize what my job is right?” he joked.

“Right. Nothing's too crazy for you.” You smiled. “Got to remember that.” You winked. “Anyway…”

“Anyway.”

“I had a dream.” You sighed out, and paused.

“Ok, and…” he said waiting for you to continue.

“Mother Nature came and visited me.”

“In your dream?” Dean said looking back over at you with a confused look.

“Yes.”

“Like the actually Mother Nature? The first one ever?”

“The first one ever.”

“Hmm.” He hummed processing it. “Ok, somehow I’ve heard weirder. Go on.” He said giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

You told Dean everything that happened. From you landing by the first tree with Gaia’s original power, to how the trials of your new powers would affect you, and also how Zagan’s vengeful plan to take you down. He listened as the story got weirder and more confusing by the minute.

“So, she thinks you’re just as powerful as her?” Dean asked trying to wrap his brain around all the knowledge you just threw at him.

“Yes, which is crazy considering I’m human.” You huffed leaning back in the seat.

“And Zagan, the demon that’s been after you since you were two, is an old fling she had that’s now out to steal her power?”

“Yep.”

“Ok…” he took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s a lot to process.”

“How do you think I feel getting it thrown at me in a dream?” you groaned throwing your hands up.

“Hey, at least you know now.” Dean said putting a hand on your thigh to calm you. “Right? That’s got to be at least a little bit relieving.”

You ran a hand over your face, and leaned into your hand. “Yeah, I guess. Doesn’t make all the information any easier though.” You sighed looking out the window.

“But you got Sam, Rosie, Cas, and I to help you through it. We’ll get to the bottom of it.” Dean said bringing your attention to him.

“I know. I know we will.” You sadly smiled at him

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Sure enough time passed quickly, and you were pulling up to the bunker. You felt better and more free now with all that information out there. It was nice to tell someone else about it.

“Here we are.” Dean said proudly pulling into the garage.

“Whoa. Look at all these cars.” You said getting out and immediately swooning over the vintage vehicles lined up.

“As much as I love seeing you drool over the cars; do you want to see what’s inside?” Dean chuckled grabbing bags out of the trunk.

“Oh yeah!” you said spinning around, and grabbing your own bags. “Lead the way Winchester.” You said nudging him.

He nudged you back and threw his free arm over your shoulder. Sam and Rosie had already beat you there by a few minutes, and you could hear them in the distance. Dean was leading you down a long hall that looked like all the other ones you had passed. This place was a lot bigger than you thought it would be, and you had a feeling you would get lost at some point.

“Your room is right here, and right across is mine.” Dean said motion to the adjacent rooms. “But you’re welcome to stay in either one.” He winked playfully.

You giggled as you pushed him in the chest, and walked closer to your room stopping in the doorway and turning to face him.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself Winchester. Who’s to say you won’t be finding yourself in my room first?” you teased. His eyebrows shot up at that, and a big grin crossed his face. “I’m going to change out of my road trip clothes. I’ll be out in a second.” You winked.

After shutting the door, you heard his muffled voice.

“Can I join?” he asked.

“Watch yourself Winchester!” you shouted back. “Next thing you know you’re going to be falling for me!”

“Too late for that.” He mumbled going into his room to put his things up.

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