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wakeup-awg · 2 years ago

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Surprise in Arizona | May 27th

[Sophie | Alex]

While she was never good leaving the babies, given that the youngest was nearly almost a year old, she was excited to be flying across the country to be able to see Alex perform and surprise him in general. She had been filming for months and he had been gone for almost a month now getting back into touring. After landing the night before in Arizona she slept before letting everyone know she was safe and then dressing in one of her typical little outfits she'd wear especially in hotter climate before heading down to the venue for the pre-show. She sat out in the completely empty area and had someone run to grab Alex to tell them that a crazy fan had broken into the place and was refusing to leave.

The last day or two, Alex had been resting a lot. He felt like he was fighting a little bug and was trying not to actually get sick, he had shows to play after all, so time spend talking on the phone with Sophie and the kids was cut a little short. They were just getting ready to do their pre-soundcheck party soundcheck done when someone came in to tell them a fan had gotten into the venue and wasn't leaving. "Well get security, we can't go out there and give them just what they want?" Alex said in a slightly questioning tone but the person shook his head to tell him he really needed to come see. Alex sighed and started to follow. Jack decided to come too and he was the first to spot the "crazy fan" in the venue. "Hey is that Sophie?" he questioned, but Alex furrowed his brows. "She's blonde. Sophie's a redhead, Jack," Alex murmured but as they approached the woman more, he had to admit she loked a lot like his fiancé.

Propping her head in her hand and crossing her legs swinging her leg back and forth gently as she waited. When they came out and she could tell they were confused she knew that it was because she was now very much a bright blonde again. Something he hadn't seen since the beginning days of their relationship three years ago. "I'm not leaving." she quipped grinning, her voice thick with the british accent from spending so much time over there in the last few months. Licking her lips, she tilted her head, "So unless you're gonna get security to kick me out, and you'd be an absolute wanker if you did." she grinned. "Why don't you come up here and see your wonderful fiance who flew all the way to see you for this very American holiday weekend."

Alex took a moment to really realize it was Sophie sitting there like she very much belonged right where she was. He tried to remember whether she said she was gonna be coming and he simply mixed up the dates but he couldn't remember anything about that at all. "What'd you do to you hair, Soph?" Jack called as Alex started to make his way over. As the realization was sinking in, he had the sudden urge to get close to her. "Holy fucking shit," he said when he finally reached her. "When did you go blonde?"

She could tell that Alex wasn’t really catching on at first that it was her. Most of their relationship had been with her very red hair she was pretty sure she had only been blonde for a few months when they had gotten together. “I dyed it, Jack.” She said as she watch Alex now make his way as fast as humanly possible towards her. A grin tugged to her lips as the person who had brought him out disappeared accomplishing what she had asked for as she stood and took a few steps towards him before he was finally in front of her. “What no kiss?” She grinned. “No I missed you first?” Chuckling. “I dyed it the day after you left luckily I have a wonderful team with wigs because I wanted to surprise you that I’m back to blonde for this film. So basically… I’ve been blonde for a few weeks..photos and videos will start popping up soon online wanted you to see in person.”

He laughed when she stepped towards him. "Sorry, the blonde just.. Wow." He was easily distracted by it, that's for sure. Alex wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in for a peck to her lips and to squeeze her to him briefly. "I did miss you though. Did you come here just because you wanted to finally show me your new hair?" he chuckled softly, reaching up to run his fingers through the blonde strands. "It's been so long since you had it blonde."

A laugh left her lips. "Is that a good wow or a bad wow?" she was curious if he preferred the red hair or the blonde. It had been awhile since she had been a platinum blonde. "Partly." she grinned, "Partly because I missed you." she murmured. "I know when we first started sleeping together and I got pregnant and then I went red." she grinned. "So it's been awhile since I've been like this. Still find me hot?" she grinned to which Jack had no problem. "I think the blonde's definitely hotter."

Alex went from running his fingers through the strands to tangling his fingers in her hair, almost tugging on it lightly in the back. "Hey, you don't get a say," Alex called, turning his head back to look at Jack, or almost glare at him. "It is hotter. Or maybe it's the change, because the red is awesome too," he grinned slightly and leaned in to kiss her again, this time lingering longer.

His fingers gently pulled through her hair before tangling in them, feeling him pull slightly a soft noise coming from deep in Sophie's throat that only he could hear. She knew that him saying anything was bound to get him in trouble so he just held up his hands and walked off. "It's definitely a change, I kind of missed the blonde once I saw it again." she admitted. Her arms wrapped around him and she pressed her lips to his heavily, sighing into the feeling of him against her body again.

Alex smirked slightly at the sound that escaped Sophie's lips, glad Jack wasn't close enough to hear. He held her close as they kissed and then eventually laughed softly against her lips. "Holy shit," he cursed as their kiss broke. "I can't believe you're here.. So glad you are." He pulled back enough to wrap one arm around her shoulders. "Come, we have snacks backstage and they're gonna have to get things set up in here. The boys are gonna be excited to see you too, though Jack for sure has spoiled the surprise by now."

"I'm glad I'm here too." Her voice slightly raspy from the heavy kiss. "I just really missed you. Mum and dad have the babies for the weekend, so I could come out and see you. I just... had to see you." she admitted, as much as she was thriving filming and having a great time they could all see she missed Alex. "Oh I'm sure he has." she chuckled as she leaned into him. "Any chance I can persuade you to call it an early night tonight after the show." she grinned. "Come back to the hotel with me?"

"Oh, you just had to see me?" he repeated, a grin spreading on his lips as he wrapped his arm around her and they started heading to where they could get backstage. "You're lucky I already planned to head to bed early so your chances are pretty high." He leaned in to press a kiss to her temple, guiding her backstage and towards where the boys were hanging out.

"Are you saying you didn't miss me at all?" she raised a brow. "Because I can go back home if you like." Not that she was just going to go hop on a plane and leave. "Oh you were huh? Well I had a different idea of heading to be early for a reason but... if you were already going to be early don't let me stop you." she quipped before kissing his cheek and then heading into the room where the boys all seemed still semi surprised to see her, especially the blonde hair.

"I never said that. I already told you I missed you," he laughed softly. "Enlighten me, what was your idea of why to head out here early?" he smirked, very aware what sure what she was talking about. They headed into tue room and everyone was still surprised but got up to greet Sophie and comment on her hair as Alex moved over to the inhaler machine thing to do his breathing treatment to make sure he was good to sing that night.

“Mm nothing nothing we can head out early so you can go to bed early.” She smiled pecking his cheek. When she got into the room she hugged everyone and chatted before glancing over to see Alex doing his breathing treatment to make sure he could sing well but also so that he could breathe. “The babies are with my parents Jack.” She said. “They’ll be okay with them for a few days, we had a break in the filming schedule.”

"So they're not here?" Jack questioned and he sounded almost bummed he didn't get to see them. "She came here specifically to show off the hair," Alex chimed in with a grin before turning back to the treatment. "So you'll be with us a couple days?" Someone questioned and Alex chuckled softly. "I'd hope so but she's supposed to spend most of her time with me," he teased.

"Nope.. They're not here, you'll live Jack, they'll be back around in a few weeks." she said. "When I'm done filming." So long as there weren't any delays. "Oh yes I came just to show off my hair." she rolled her eyes at Alex. "Keep your mask on and breathe." she quipped. "I mean who said anything about. most of the time spent with you huh you said you had to go to bed early tonight." she teased. "Hey yeah Alex said he was going to go to bed early so we can take Sophie out while he gets some sleep." Jack offered.

"You just said you just had to see me," Alex teased, laughing when she told him to put the mask back on and breathe. "Oh you should be coming out with us if Alex is gonna be lame and go to bed early," Rian agreed with a grin to which Zack shook his head and laughed and Alex groaned. "No, I'm going where she's going and if y'all don't want me actually getting sick, it's rather gonna be a hotel room than some random bar around here."

"Well maybe I was just saying that." she grinned. "Didn't I just say to keep your mask on and you keep taking it off." she raised a finger pointing at him. "Well we can all go back to the hotel room then." Someone suggested and she grinned glancing up at Alex through her lashes knowing that he would hate that idea now that she was there.

He playfully rolled his eyes when she told him to just keep the mask on basically and so he went back to doing the breathing treatment until someone suggested they all go back to the hotel room. "Oh don't even think about it," Alex said immediately, staring down the person who had suggested that. Of course his initial plan was to get rest soon after the show but now things had changed with Sophie being around.

When he put the mask on she went back to talking to everyone until someone suggested that they go back to the hotel and then Alex was off with the mask again. “Look we’re not gonna go back to the hotel. I know Alex hasn’t been feeling well.. and we’re not gonna be doing anything so don’t go getting any ideas but if Alex wanted to call it an early night we will I’ll be here a few days for some fun.”

Alex almost scoffed a little bit when Sophie said they weren't gonna do anything, so he put the mask back on and leaned back into the chair. When Sophie walked by him he reached out and tugged her towards him, shifting so she had room on his lap.

When she was walking by after grabbing a drink she felt him grab her and pulling her into his lap and giggled settling into him and leaning her body. Now everyone was doing their own things and chatting or getting things ready. So she leaned into Alex tucking herself close to him. “Happy I’m here?” She murmured. “And we can definitely do more than just sleep I figured it’s better that they don’t think we’re just trying to jump each other. Though we don’t have to you know.. we can just rest you’re not feeling well.” She said stroking over his forehead.

"Very happy," he mumbled into the mask and then took it off briefly to repeat his words. He let go of her so she could settle in his lap and tuck herself into him and used his free hand to reach for her drink and take a sip of it. He grinned slightly before handing it back and putting the mask back on. He smiled at her when she suggested they didn't have to just go to sleep just didn't have to tell the others, or they could rest if he wanted to. Truth was he was already looking forward to getting her alone, it was a mix of not having seen her in person in weeks and the new hair color she was sporting now. But he would be very content just to be with her after all.

Some time passed and she spent most of that time just murmuring conversation privately with Alex, telling him all the antics with the kids, how big Avery was getting. How Noah was doing so good at his age trying to help with his little sister. How smart Willa was working on little pre school activities. Not long after they were being told it was time to get things going. “Go kickass like always.” She said kissing him hard on the lips. “Ill be watching and then think you get to take a very hot blonde home after you’re done.” She husked into his ear.

It was nice to be able to talk, hushed conversations to catch up more than they could on the phone. When it was time to get on stage, Alex groaned softly at Sophie's words, arm wrapping around her before he had to actually go and play their show with the boys. He was having fun, playful banter between songs, the good mood very obviously showing despite his voice struggling sometimes.

She chuckled softly when he groaned. "Come on the second you get out there you're that much closer to me." she hummed. "I love you." she kissed him before he was up on stage and his mood seemed so contagious on stage. Not that he wasn't but there was definitely extra pep in his step. Sophie on the other hand hung out with the people she normally did, having a few drinks, dancing, singing along and just enjoying her time.

With a few days struggling with a little bug and trying not to get sick, Alex felt a sudden urge of energy that had him hopping around happily as they played the show. He caught a glimpse of Sophie dancing and singing along and that just caused him to grin a little more. He was sweaty and exhausted by the time he got off stage and found his fiance, opening his arms for her to hug her tightly. "Ahhh that was fun," he chuckled.

She was glad to see him so happy and almost like there was an extra boost to him right now. Especially when he hadn't been feeling good. When he hugged her afterwards she grinned crinkling her nose, "You are all sweaty." she teased. "Was such a good show baby, we should go take a photo out there once everyone is gone." They didn't take a ton of photos together and she realized she needed to do that more. "And then we should get you to bed." she grinned pecking his lips.

He was so happy, so excited that Sophie was there and people seemed to realize that too. He laughed when Sophie crinkled her nose and just hugged her a little tighter. He was buzzing still, but he also felt the tiredness in his bones. "Out where? The stage, the venue?" he grinned. "We can do that," he then agreed with a nod, "and it's gonna be so good to be in bed," he murmured with a chuckle.

She felt his arms around him a little tighter. "The venue, just anywhere, we should take more photos together." she said nuzzling her nose before messing up his already very messy and damp hair. "It will, a nice comfy bed. Curl up, put a movie on, and you can get some rest."

"Do you need more pictures to look at between filming?" he teased, but he would be fine with it either way. They did have tons of pictures and videos of their kids but very few of the two of them in comparison. When she messed up his hair more, he scrunched his nose up a little bit. "My hair is not colored enough compared to yours now," he grinned, "maybe I should've gotten it blonde again too." the prospect sounded so good and he smiled at that. "And you to curl up with, think that's the best part."

“Maybe I do or maybe I want to be a normal couple finally and just take photos and post them and be us.” She said smiling because it was true it was her way of saying she wanted to give up a little control and be a normal couple. Which was a lot for her but she realized after spending weeks apart what meant more to her. “I do think you’re hot as a blonde.” She admitted. “But You’re hot now too babe. Maybe cut a little more hair next hair cut.” She grinned. “I mean that is the best part.”

He arched a brow but then smiled and leaned in to peck her lips. "Works for me," he said softly. He knew posting pictures of them always meant giving up a little control over their privacy, but it was nice to do so sometimes to just be themselves and in love. "I already cut so much," he laughed and reached for something to drink he was willing to share with Sophie as they waited until they could go back out into the venues main hall, taking a few pictures on stage and off before eventually getting outside and into a car to head to the hotel.

They headed out and snapped a few photos before getting into the car and heading to the hotel. “I already had them bring my stuff up to your room I actually got in last night but I was so tired I stayed at another hotel.” She murmured since they were due to arrive late. Once to the hotel it didn’t take long to get upstairs to their private suite and she got into their room and kicked off her heels and ran her fingers through her blonde hair.

"You got in last night and decided to sleep in your own hotel room rather than in my bed?" he questioned like he was offended. Of course he would've loved to have her there a night earlier, but it had heen a long flight for her and she probably got there super late. They headed straight for Alex's hotel room and the singer kicked off his shoes, watching Sophie run her hand through her hair causing him to smile to himself. He made sure the door was closed and then let himself fall right onto the bed, letting out a hum muffled by the sheets since he was head first on the bed.

“I was soooo tired from that flight and I wanted to surprise you.” She murmured. “So I slept at another hotel where I got to pass out sleep until like 1pm today it was wonderful.” She admitted grinning. When he was head first into the bed she turned. “Hey out of bed, into clean close not your stinky sweaty ones.” She said as she went to her stuff and pulled out a very tiny nighty that was more lingerie and changed into it before climbing into bed.

"Oh no I'm so comfortable right now," Alex groaned, barely lifting his head but then slowly pushing himself up and crawling off the bed to strip right where he was. He considered getting fresh clothes for a brief moment, then decided to just let himself fall back into bed in his boxer briefs. When Sophie climbed into bed, his hand reached out to feel for where she was on the bed.

He seemed to get up enough just to get to the end of the bed to kick off his clothes before crawling back into bed in which she was tucked back into the bed herself in her lingerie piece the black see through lace standing out against her creamy light skin as she curled up feeling hin reach out for her and she moved to curl up into him a little more.

Once back on the bed he reached out for Sophie and shifted onto his side enough so she could curl up into him. His hand slid around her to tug her in closely, fingertips brushing against a fabric he thought felt like a barely there lacey peace and when she curled into him, he could feel the same fabric against, his skin. Turning his head from where it was buried in the bed, he looked over at hee to take in her face frames by the newly blonde strands. "The blonde looks so damn good on you," he almost sighed, hand sliding up and down her back until his eyes glanced down to see some od the lingerie she was wearing, causing him to groan slightly.

When he looked back at her she smiled. “Yeah? They did such a good job I didn’t know that it would come out this good especially after the red. She murmured when she heard him groan a soft giggle left her lips. “Just close your eyes and you wont have to see me I only bought more light outfits with me but this is the most covered one I have.” She offered up since he seemed to want to rest in bed that night so it was either that or be naked and at least this was still semi something.

"Yeah," he murmured, eyes glancing down briefly and he closed his eyes again for a second before looking at her again, eyes locking with hers. "I'm sorry," he murmured, bringing his hand up to cup her cheek and then slid his fingers into her hair again. "You came here looking like you do and god, you're so hot, and I'm just ready to lay down and rest," he said followed by a long sigh, almost frustrated groan.

When he shifted and cupped he face she brought her eyes back to his. “Don’t be sorry you’re tired and don’t feel well. I shouldn’t be so presumptuous that seeing each other was going to be you know.” She shrugged. Not really saying the words. “You need to rest to be able to do the shows it’s okay.” She murmured. “Get some rest.”

"You were expecting sex," he said with a sigh and turned his head more towards the bed again to close his eyes briefly. "You know if you wanna go out with the others, I shouldn't be keeping you from having a good time if I'm just here sleeping," he mumbled, his hand tangling in her hair before dropping to the back of her shoulders and then slipping down to her lower back.

“Babe I wasn’t /just/ expecting sex.” She said “I did want to see you too. I mean did I miss you physically yes but it’s not going to ruin my life not to have sex.” She said to him as if that much should have been obvious. “Stop. I came here for you Alex not the rest of them. Sure I could have but I wanted to be with you and that means you in general. Not just to get in my pants.” Sure it was part of it she missed his touch a lot but there was more to them then just sex.

Alex turned his head back a little to look at her again and chewed on his lower lip a little bit. "I know it's not just about sex," he said with a shrug and sighed softly. "Doesn't mean you have to spend your night with me when I'm just sleeping." He felt bad, like he was letting her down in a way, but while he said he wanted her to have fun, his grip on her didn't loosen either, because he didn't want to leg her go either way. "We have to be up early to be on the way to make it to the next show..."

"I mean I miss sex." she was honest, "It's been... weeks, and I miss that connection with you." she was honest, she wasn't going to say that she didn't. His grip on her didn't loosen, "Do you really want me to go? I can stay here and lay with you while you fall asleep, we can still be close, still touch, until you doze off." she offered and she didn't mean touch like sexually either, just enough to keep them close together. "I know which is why you should rest if you want to get some rest baby."

"Oh I miss sex too," Alex said quickly, but he was tired. He was sure at this point that his body was fighting something, because usually he wasn't so tired after a show, not alone too tired and exhausted to have an intimate moment with his fiance. "No," he admitted because really didn't want her to move away.

"Then I won't go, and you can just relax." she turned some and moved to rub her hand and against his bare chest. "I love you Alex, even if that means we go longer without sex. if you need rest, you need rest. I'm not going to be angry or feel like I wasted my time. I still am here you know, with you." And she believed him when he said he missed sex too. It was human after all.

When she started rubbing against his bare chest, Alex closed his eyes and let out a long breath. "Okay," he murmured softly, his arm wrapping around her a little bit tighter. "I love you, so much," he said in a whisper, shifting so he could nuzzle his face in her neck.

He seemed to relax against her touch which was glad because she was worried he might stress more. "I love you so much." she murmured as he nuzzled into her neck and moved closer to her. Her fingers moved up and into his hair gently pulling her fingers through his dark hair.

Alex smiled softly at her words and when Sophie started to thread her fingers through his hair, he started to relax more against her until the tiredness got the best of him and he began to dote off and fall asleep. He didn't move much during the night, lifted his head away from her neck but stayed close to her in general. He slept better than he had the nights before, no waking in the middle of the night, no stirring so much. Though he did wake early. With no ides how long they'd have until the had to be up to get in a car to take them to the next stop, Alex shifted onto his side and blinked his eyes open, seeing Sophie next to him, the soft lace of her underwear showing, her face framed with the newly blonde hair. He groaned softly and moved himself closer, his hand starting to rub up her body, gently brushing over the fabric and letting out a soft sigh as his fingertips graced over the lacy material.

It didn’t take long before she seemed to manage to calm him and he was dozing off peacefully into a heavy sleep. Not long after she laid there herself she managed to make herself comfortable tucking herself in and dozed off too, it wasn’t like her body would turn down more sleep after all that traveling. She didn’t wake at first when Alex did mainly because he woke up pretty early having fallen asleep first. She knew that she was still relatively exposed in the see through lace lingerie nightie with no underwear on to cover anything but it was kind of the most covering piece she had in her suitcase currently so it worked as she shifted into his touch naturally just missing that human touch agaisnt her skin.

He slept so much better than he recently had and so even though it was way earlier than his alarm would he going off, Alex felt better and more energized, and very awake and aware that Sophie lay barely covered beside him. His hand rubbed up her back, then down her side and over her bum, coming to a halt against the back of her thigh briefly as he shifted closer to her. "Sophie," he murmured softly, leaning in to pepper kisses on her face and neck.

She could feel his hand exploring her but she didn’t know if he was awake or if he was half asleep and his body was just exploring hers. It was something natural to keep pulling her close. Soft noise came from her lips as his hand ran down over her bottom before stopping at her thigh but she was still very much asleep. It wasn’t until he said her name and started kissing her neck that she roused some. “Mmmm? So early.” She almost whined curled her body back into his which only exposed more of her to him.

He felt her curling more into him, his hand gripping her thigh slightly to bring her leg over his so they could basically press against each other and Alex hummed softly against her neck, lingering soft kisses against her skin. "We could wake up now and sleep in the bus on our way to the next show," he suggested softly, suckling a little on her neck but not enough to leave any kind of mark.

His hand grasped her thigh and pulled it over his pulling her back into him completely. His mouth now starting to plant kisses against her neck causing her to stir and she whined. “You know it’s cruel to tease a sex deprived mum.” She husked when he said about waking up to go sleep ok the bus as he was sucking against her neck now.

He chuckled softly at her words before breaking away from her enough to shift them both so he could bring himself to hover over her. "I'm not trying to tease you," he said with a grin, "well maybe a little.. But not too much." And as if to prove his point he leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss.

He shifted them with ease hovering over her now. Her eyes blinking open very tired. “Oh you’re not?” Though he admitted maybe a little bit long after. His lips found here and she hummed into his and ran her fingers through his hair and sighed against his mouth. “Is this your way of saying it’s time to get up and go to the bus because teasing me is kind of cruel.” She murmured.

They focused on kissing for a moment and the way Sophie ran her fingers through his hair caused him to hum into the kiss a little bit. "No," he laughed softly against her lips and then broke away to lift his head a little bit. "We have time until we have to get on the bus," he said with the hint of a grin forming on his lips. "Was thinking maybe I could make up for falling asleep on you last night.. Unless you rather wanna sleep.."

When he lifted his head away from her she licked her lips. Seeing the grin form on his lips like he was thinking she should have known but she was half awake. “Make up for last night? Oh. Oh.” She said it finally connected to her brain before nodding. “I much rather make up for last night.” She husked almost too eagerly.

He watched the realization sink into Sophie and the grin on his lips widened a little bit. "Oh yes," he said with a chuckle, bringing his hand up to cup her cheek and brushing his thumb over her lower lip. "Sure you don't wanna rather get more sleep?" he asked, not really thinking either of them actually wanted to get back to sleep now. "I still can't believe you randomly showed up here as a blonde," he smirked, bringing his hand up to brush his fingers through the blonde strands. "So hot."

His thumb brushed over her lower lip and she nipped at it when he asked if she was sure she didn’t want more sleep. “I don’t want more sleep now.” Sleep could definitely wait. Especially if they had some time to sleep on the bus. “Randomly as a blonde I mean my job required it the blonde anyway, and it wasn’t random. It was a surprise.” When he said it was so hot though she grinned. “Think it’s like a whole new me you get to have again.”

"Very randomly, yes,“ he laughed softly and then leaned in to steal a brief kiss from her lips. Tugging his hand through her hair, he smiled when she said he’d get a whole new her now and he shook his head. “I just need you, not a new you,” he murmured and this time when he leaned in for a kiss, he let it linger a lot longer. His hand moved down the length of her hair now and down her side to feel against the fabric of her lingerie and he groaned softly as he gripped into it lightly, remembering just how barely covered it left her.

“It’s a Holiday Weekend not so random.” She shook her head. A smile hit her lips when he said he just needed her and not a new her. “Well I’m glad but admit it it’ll be kind of hot to fuck a blonde me again.” She grinned more so wanting to tease him. When his hands found the lingerie she was wearing he got a better idea of how little she was wearing like how there was just the nightie piece and nothing covering between her legs from him.

“I never said it’s not going to be hot,” Alex smirked at her comment, because she really looked hot as a blonde and he hated to agree with Jack on that but maybe right now the blonde was a little hotter than the red, or it really was just that it was fresh and newly revived. His hands started to explore, brushing up the fabric and pressing against the bare skin beneath, causing him to groan softly. “You’re barely wearing anything at all. Could’ve just come to bed naked,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again.

A laugh left her lips she knew he was enjoying the new side of blonde since she had been a red head for so long now. Especially for most of their relationship it had just been easier to keep it red with three kids even if she was a natural blonde. A chuckle left her lips, "Well you were very tired but something told me if I was naked that no matter how tired you were your body would have reacted a certain way and at least this was something... someway to cover myself up even if it's barely anything." she'd admit that.

"For trying to cover yourself up you're wearing very little underwear," Alex murmured as his hand slid up her thigh, along the side towards her hip. "You could always just have taken one of my shirts," he offered, though was really happy now that she actually wasn't wearing one.

"You didn't seem like you were eager to get up to change yourself let alone take the time to tell me where your shirts were or anything like that." she shrugged. "So I made do with what I had, and this worked." because it did, this worked pretty damn well compared to nothing. "I'm actually wearing no underwear by the way, the rest is just lingerie, and this is the most covering piece I brought with me." she smirked.

He grunted slightly at that. "My bag's right there you're free to pick a shirt out of it," he said and briefly waved his hand in the general direction of where his bag was. He huffed out a little and squeezed his hand against her skin at her words. "I can feel that." His head dropped down a bit so he could nuzzle his face in her neck. "Please tell me you have brought any underwear at all though to wear at the shows..." he mumbled against her skin.

His hands squeezed against her skin, "I know but we were just getting into bed it seemed easier." she shrugged, "It's not like it would have changed, I'd still have no underwear on right now." He pointed out. A laugh rang out when he asked, "Yes I brought underwear I am not a complete heathen twenty four seven, I meant for bed this is the least risqué of the options I brought for you to enjoy while I'm here."

"That was your decision not to put on underwear then," he chuckled softly before starting to pepper a few kisses against her neck. "The least risqué? How can it be when you're not even wearing anything underneath this right now?" he teased, settling his body down against hers slightly to feel her against him,humming at the feeling.

"No there's no underwear with this nightie, thank you very much." she rolled her eyes. "My underwear has been picked for outfits I can wear outside but push your luck and I won't wear any there either." she husked. "You'd be surprised on how sexy lingerie can get babe.." she murmured as he settled against her. "So tell me do you want me or should we just go back to bed or the bus to go to bed."

"Oh am I not giving you enough to know I want you?" he questioned when she asked whether he just wanted to go back to bed. "Tell me, what do you want me to do to make it more obvious to you?" he questioned as his head began to wander again. "This?" he asked as he pressed down against her, settling between her lips a little more. "Or this?" this time he rolled his hips to make a point. "Or do you need me to touch you?"

"I am saying that I want you to shut up and fuck me." she breathed out when he rolled his hips against her, "Or go back to bed." she grinned, because honestly given she was heavily sex deprived, had been filming and then taking care of three babies, she either needed it or needed to go back to sleep to not end up teased. "So shut up and take me or move over." she licked her lips breathing heavily her eyes showing more than obvious what she actually wanted but still making him have to make that first move.

Alex almost laughed at her comment but the way she pressed the words ouf at first caused him to groan instead. "Such a dirty mouth.. God I lovs you," he muttered under his breath. Alex rolled his hips a few more times before he shifted, pushing himself up and off of her to get rid of the boxer briefs he was wearing. When he was fully naked, he lay down close to Sophie and started to pull her closer, shifting her so he could tug her back with her back against his chest, arm easily wrapping around her.

"Oh I have a dirty mouth? I think you can have a far dirtier one." she murmured. "You taught me." she teased. She moaned when he rolled his hips against her a few more times before he shifted to push out of his boxer briefs he was wearing and shift to lay down with her again, pulling her so she was against his chest, her body tangled with him. "I've missed you so much." she murmured softly taking a breath of almost ease in her voice being close to him.

Once he had gotten rid of his clothes, Alex pulled Sophie in and he was happy to have her back pressed against his chest as their bodies tangled together a little more. "I missed you too, baby," Alex husked, nuzzling his heD into the back of her neck before placing a few nibbling kisses.

“Mmm” she hummed feeling his arms tight around her. “Missed you more.” She breathed though honestly she was sure that was a toss up of who missed who more if that was even a real thing. She was sure they missed each other the same. When he started nibbling her neck she whined her body reacting to his touch as she pressing into him and whined a little louder.

The nibbling kisses caused Sophie to press back into him and Alex groaned at the feeling of just how close they were now. She still had the lingerie on, but she was exposed to him either way. So while one arm wrapped around her to hold her in tight, Alex let the other hand wander, slipping down her chest, over the fabric of the lingerie and then past the hem of it to slide down between her legs. He was sure she could feel just how much he wanted her, the way she was pressed against him. "Mmh, baby," he hummed.

There was almost a sigh of relief when he nibbled against her skin, the way his hand moved down against her body. She had missed him so much that her body almost trembled, shaking gently in anticipation to feel him again. Sometimes she realized she didn't do great in long distance as well as he did, or at least as well as he seemed to do in them, because she realized she almost ached for him in that moment. "Alex." she whined. "Please don't tease me." It almost sounded sad, almost like she had been on the verge of crying which she wasn't but her chest felt like it might explode needing him.

Sophie sounded so sad, so desperate for him in a way that Alex all but melted away against her. He wanted to feel all of her against him, surrounding him and be so close that it would be impossible to separate them any time soon. His fingers rubbed between her legs for just a brief moment, before his hand gripped at her hips to pull her back into him a little more so his hand could then slip between them to adjust his length. He moaned against her skin, almost biting into a spot on her neck when he buried himself inside of her, the angle definitely one of his favorites.

His fingers moved to press between her legs, rubbing gently at first to just get her a little more turned on. His hands then gripped her hips and pulled her back enough for him to grasp himself and pull her back against his length, feeling his teeth pressing into the spot of her skin as she moaned out his name feeling him fill her an her body pressed back almost eagerly to fill her.

Alex wasn't going to tease her, but he wanted to get her going a little more before he finally buried himself inside of her, her body pressing back into him and he moaned again, nibbling along her neck a little more, then and now biting into the skin lightly in hopes to hear her moaning out again. "I missed you so fucking much, baby," he breathed out, his hand sliding up her side, caressing over her skin.

The more he bit into her skin the louder she got, her body needing everything from him. “Fuck baby.” She whined out tightly from her throat. “I missed you so much. I need you so much.” She breathed out and her hand reaching back and digging her nails into his arm as she pressed her hips back into him grinding back against against him as she felt his hand traveling down her body.

They moved together so easily, her hand reaching back to dig into his arm and he cursed softly against the back of her neck. "Fuck, you feel so good." His hand travelled over her skin, exploring, moving until he ended up gripping at the hem of her nightie so he could tug it up a little, exposing more of her as she continued to grind against him, making his thrusts all the more hot and heavy.

“Al.” She gasped her eyes closed finally feeling like she felt whole again with him inside of her. While she had been so busy and tired that sex wasn’t at the forefront of her mind that didn’t mean in this moment she wasn’t loving every moment of them together while they had it. His thrusts came hard and quick as she continued to grind against him her hands gripping into him and her others the sheets as to leverage herself agaisnt him.

It had been weeks since they had been together this way and while Alex was fine not jumping her bones the second she came to meet up with him, but now that they were together and moved together, he wouldn't want to be doing anything else."Oh fuck.. Soph." Letting go of her clothes, he slid his hand up beneath is to brush against her skin just below her breasts and then cupping one of them.

She had to admit going there she had expected to be intimate at some point. Whether right after the show, the next day, somewhere in between. Anytime they could have their hands on each other. After all her time there was limited. Feeling his hand cup her breast she pushed back into him her body pressing into his chest so he could grasp her breast easier as she cried out his name.

He knew the rest of the band where staying relatively close by, but they had also planned on partying it up a bit and were very likely to be sleeping still. So he wasn't really worried all too much about anyone hearing them as Sophie cried out his name and he bit playfully at her skin on the back of her shoulder. "You feel so good baby," he moaned into her ear, his free hand tugging at her waist a little bit to arch her more into him while his hand on her breast tugged at her nipple slightly to tease her.

She was a lot more thankful that they were in their hotel rooms rather than the bus because there they'd have to be so much quieter since she knew right now he was sharing with the boys, and they'd have to figure out once she joined them if she'd be on tour with them if they could add on the other tour bus like they had before with the kids. Though right now it didn't matter as he bit into her skin causing another noise to catch in her throat. "God you feel so fucking good Al." she whined out when his hand grasped before tugging at her nipple knowing it was always a weakness causing her to cry out 'more' her head pressing back into his shoulder.

Alex knew exactly what kind of affect it could have on her to be playing with her breast and teasing at her nipple, so he grinned slightly against her skin at her reaction. He tugged a little more before twisting it between his fingers, then letting go to squeeze her breast instead. His thrusts where still quick and hard and he knew with how much time it had been since they were intimate like that, it was really gonna be hard for him to hold out ths orgasm while he could already feel the pleasure bubbling up inside of him. "Soph," he moaned out.

If there was one thing Alex knew well it was how to tease her, what pleasured her most, what she enjoyed, what could bring her closer to the edge, and that was exactly what he was doing. He was quick and hard and she was sure that he was close to his release as well. "Alex. Al!" she gasped, "I'm so close, please.. so close." the feeling growing in her belly as she cried out her legs shaking as she was on the brink of her release.

He made sure to tease more, to be as quick and hard as he was, a little bit rough but not too much. "So close," he repeated because he really was. When he felt her legs shaking against his, knowing she was so close, he easily reached his peak and he moaned against the back of her shoulder, muffling his noise as he came hard inside of her. His movements slowed but he tried to keep going to bring her closer and over the edge.

She reached her peak when he reached his, coming at the some time as him as she felt him filling her his hips pinning up into her and her body spasmed against him gripping at the sheets the mix of them together causing a pressure low in her belly as she was filled with both their arousal. "Good god, you're so fucking good." she panted.

Alex managed to thrust his hips for some time longer but then he slowed and came to a halt, groaning as she pressed back against him. "So good," he let out a breathy moan, his hand dropping from her breast to then slide along her arm until he reached her hand to lace their fingers together, definitely not ready to bring any kind of space between them yet. "God I fucking missed you, baby."

His hand slid down her body until he laced their fingers together, holding their hands tightly together. There was no way she wanted any space between them at this point but she knew at some point they'd have to clean up and go down to the bus and could probably get a little more sleep. "I missed you so much, Alex." she murmured. "I really have."

He held her hand tightly and smiled when she said she'd missed him so much. He brought their hands closer to them, causing them to curl up a little more as if he tried to hug her to him without letting go of her hand and he nuzzled his face in the back of her neck momentarily. He was happy just laying there for a moment, enjoying the closeness and being together until his phone buzzed somewhere in the room and he knew it was his alarm to get up and get ready to head to the bus. "We could jump in the shower before we head to the bus," he murmured.

They laid there for a little bit but it didn't feel long enough when his phone started buzzing. "We could." she said, "Going to be able to keep your hands to yourself?" she questioned when he said about jumping in the shower which she figured meant together. "Are we going to get some more sleep on the bus? are we going to be crammed into a little tiny sleep area?" she murmured.

He held her close, definitely not ready to let go of her yet and he chuckled softly as she questioned whether he could keep his hands off of her. "It's gonna be hard," he said with a smirk and placed a kiss to the back of her shoulder. "We can sleep on the bus, it'll be the confined space of the bunk, so if you wanna call it a tiny sleep area, then yeah," he murmured, letting out a breath.

"Mmm well we could make out in the shower a little bit while getting clean." she offered, figuring they were still very much about being as close as possible. "You okay with that? If not I can get a flight and meet you at the next spot you can sleep for a few hours and hopefully we'll meet up at the same time?" she offered not wanting him to feel confined.

"Mmh, I love making out with you. Didn't do that enough yet," he grinned against her skin before lifting his head a little bit. "If you think I'm gonna let you get on a plane, you couldn't be more wrong. It's not the first time we're in a bunk together." He groaned softly as his phone buzzed with his alarm again. "Alright, baby, I think we're gonna have to get out of bed if we want to get in the shower."

There was a sigh when the alarm went off again. "Okay, okay we can get up." Even if she wanted to continue to lay there with him. She gently shifted groaning softly as she pulled herself off of him and slipped herself off the bed and moved across the room to the bathroom to use it first before starting the water and stepping into it waiting for Alex to join her.

Sophie slipped out of bed way too soon, Alex would've loved to stay in bed longer but it was only gonna be a matter of time before someone came knocking at their door. Once he climbed out of bed, Alex followed Sophie into the bathroom. He smiled when he joined her in the shower. He could've made a cheeky comment, but instead he reached up to cup her face and pull her in for a kiss.

When he stepped into the shower she was going to say something but instead he reached up pulling her in almost immediately and kissed her and she groaned against his mouth. Her arms wrapping around his neck, threading through them as she continued to kiss him, deepening the kiss as the water flowed over them.

He was sure the grin on his lips was evident against hers because he knew he'd taken her by surprise, but he also loved that she just went with it. His hands dropped from her cheeks to her hips and then around her to hold hee close. When he knew he had to breath, he pulled back from the kiss slowly and let out a soft chuckle.

His hands grasped her hips and slid around her to hold her close to him before he broke the kiss. "You know us pressed together isn't going to get us clean." she teased playfully through heavy breathing and hooded lids. "But if you like you can wash my body if you still want to feel me up." she grinned.

He laughed when she suggested he could feel her up by washing her and he leaned in to steal a much briefer kiss from her lips. "You were the one who suggested making out," he teased, but then pulled back a bit to reach for the soap. "Alright, lemme clean you up."

"I know but you're also all out of breath." she teased. "We could make out on the bus later with the little curtain thing closed." she teased, "At least until we fall asleep." Since even Sophie wouldn't attempt sex with someone right above her in the next bunk. "Mmm okay." she said shifting so he could clean her and then she did the same thing, before leaning up to kiss him one more time slowly and passionately before pulling back. "We should get down to the bus, your phone is ringing they're probably calling to wake you."

When Alex washed Sophie, he still got a little distracted now and then to steal a kiss or linger on parts of her body a little too long. Eventually, they were both cleaned up though and Alex let out an almost grumbled sound when she mentioned his phone. "Okay okay, let's get dressed and make sure we're packed up. They did hurry a little and Alex excused them for taking showers when one of the crew told them they needed to hurry. On the bus, everyone seemed a little sleepy and Jack was passed out already so that Alex really wasn't sure whether he had been carried down here or actually whent right back to bed.

They moved around gathering things up and made it down to the bus before stuff was put in the different under storage under the bus like Sophie's bigger suitcases and she carried her smaller one on and put it away. Seeing everyone was still obviously tired she didn't waste time in her shorts and tank top to climb into Alex's bunk and make herself comfortable already seeing Jack fast asleep again.

Alex talked briefly with Rian and Steve, while things were put away and then found Sophie already curled up in his bunk, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. "Are you gonna make some room for me?" he asked. He grabbed a bottle of water before slipping into the bunk without her, not really leaving much space to do anything but press together. "Hi," he murmured with a smile.

She shifted a little bit but her back was pretty much pressed up against the wall at this point. He slipped in and pressed into her because well that was all the space there was for the two of them. "Hi baby." she whispered as she reached over and pulled the shade closed around the two of them and she shifted pulling her one leg over him and draping it over his hip pushing their pelvises together almost pinning them so they could be comfortable. "Good?"

There wasn't really a lot of room so it took a little bit of shifting until they could settle against each other, Sophie's leg draped over him and Alex's arms wrapped around her loosely when she asked if he was good. "Yeah, very good," he murmured with a smile, one hand coming up to brush a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "What about you?" he asked softly.

His arms wrapped around her and she snuggled into him. She shifted herself more into him without attempting to move her lower half too much just because she wasn't trying to tease him but it was a tiny space. "I'm good." she nodded as he brushed her blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm good wherever you are." she murmured softly. "But can we talk about getting the other bus back if you want me to come back on tour with you with the kids." she chuckled laying her head down.

Every bit of shifting ultimately meant they were rubbing up against each other a little bit so they tried not to. He couldn't help but laugh at her question. "What you don't wanna squeeze in here with the kids?" he joked. "Yeah, getting the other bus would probably be a good idea," he agreed. "Gives a little more space doesn't it?"

"Willa wouldn't appreciate seeing us this close together and would try and get between us, we'd smoosh her." she giggled softly. "Does give us a little more space, if you want to be on the bus with the boys because you have been and have been enjoying it that's okay but think the babies would at least appreciate it." she giggled.

"Don't get me wrong, I love being pressed up against you in here," he grinned. "You're rubbing up against me in just the right spots," he teased slightly. "But I don't want Willa whining and Noah biting me again, so no thank you," he chuckled. "Just so you know, I like hanging out with you a whole lot, I'll be happy to be on a bus with you.. Gives us more privacy too."

A skip of her stomach and heart when he said he loved feeling her rubbing all the right spots. "Keep saying that and we're going to have a problem and I don't think you want to get handsy this close to your bandmates." she murmured. "Noah would definitely bite you." she laughed nodding. "And that would be horrible and Avery would be terrified seeing all that commotion." she murmured. "Does give us privacy and that's important."

"What, I didn't say anything," he grinned, obviously teasing her a bit now. His arms dropped to lay loosely around her again and he chuckled. "Yeah, that just sounds like it'd be exhausting. We rather get the other bus on the road with us." He stiffled a yawn and let out a soft sigh. "Think we should try to get some more sleep?"

"Yeah you said rubbing you in all the right spots." she hummed. When he yawned she shifted again but this time just out of teasing since he had said that earlier as she made herself comfortable. "We should probably get some more sleep. I hope it doesn't get super hot in here you are always a heater. If it gets hot I'm shoving you onto the floor." she teased.

"It's because you are," he grinned but then groaned softly when she shifted against him again. "We're up high, don't shove me out of the bunk!" he squeezed her to him a little with a grin and then let go again to rest comfortably in the bunk bed with her. "Let's sleep, baby," he murmured softly, shifting a bit again and letting his hand slip under the hem of her shirt to rest against her bare skin, mostly out of comfort.

"Well don't point that out when my sex drive is on overdrive, it's like when I'm pregnant right now because it feels like it's been so long." she whispered. and he should remember how her sex drive was during pregnancy. His hand rested against her bare skin of her belly and she smiled just the touch felt comforting and intimate in a way as she laid her head down and cuddled and closed her eyes.

"Oh so you're just here to get in my pants," he teased, but he knew what she meant and he smiled when she cuddled against him. He hummed softly and then closed his eyes as well, allowing himself to relax more and soon the soft movement of the bus and feeling Sophie cuddled against him caused him to fall asleep relatively easy.

"That's at least part of it. Yes." At least she was honest and she knew he was hardly complaining. Alex didn't take long to fall asleep and not long after she too fell asleep curled up in his arms.

Of course there was a point where Alex was getting a little too hot and he groaned as he stirred. He struggled away the blanket and that was okay for a few minutes before he sighed and woke a little more. "Ugh, so warm," he muttered before starting to shift to try and get his pants off without bothering Sophie too much.

Even Sophie had to admit she was getting warm and when Alex woke she shifted a bit but still slept but his movement eventually woke her a tiny bit more to him taking off his pants. "if you take your pants off they're gonna think we had sex." she whined quietly. Not that she really minded. "Careful we're so close me might just end up without trying." she teased half awake.

"It's too warm to keep them on," Alex argued quietly and a little more shifting and moving later he finally got rid of the fabric. "Hmpf, I rather we make the decision to have sex than accidentally doing it in a bunk," he said with a chuckle. "It's still so warm," he then whined a bit and sighed softly.

"Well it's because two people are in the bunk." she said as he got the fabric off. "I mean I believe our bodies would be making that decision at that point babe." she giggled softly. "It is very warm. and we're awake now. Maybe fooling around a little even just heavy petting would distract you from the heat."

He laughed softly as he turned more onto his side, facing Sophie. "Or it'd leave me hot and bothered," he said with a smirk. Truth was they were in the far back of the bus, the snoring and breathing around them suggested everyone around them was sleeping after all..

"Well heavy petting can get you off." she murmured. "Not just leave you bothered." she whispered. There was an arousal tightness between her legs at just the idea of distracting his mind. "What do you think." she shifted her hips against him that he had less clothes on now. "We just have to be quiet."

"So you're just gonna get us both hot," he smirked, eyes glancing down at the shirt and then the shorts she was wearing. "I think I can be convinced to to that," he hummed softly, shifting his leg forward so he could be pressed more against her.

"Basically." she murmured. "But the good kind of hot." she said. His leg shifted forward and she draped her leg over him a bit more and ground her hips into him slowly and then again until she was in a rhythm of her hips grinding heavily against his her body working in sync as she breathed heavily her forehead pressed to his grinding harder and harder into him.

Alex easily brought her hand to her leg as she draped it over him, gripping lightly as she started to grind into him. He bit his lower lip hard, slowly shifting with her to meet her hips whenever she was grinding them into him and it didn't take long until Alex felt a little out of breath and let out a breathy thought. "It would he so much better to he feeling /you/." Because truth was, he wanted her and she kept his head spinning by moving the way she was and not letting jim enough room to get his hands, and body against her bare skin.

There was that skip and drop of her stomach again as he spoke about how much better it would be if he was feeling her. She swallowed and nodded her own breathing slightly heavy as she shifted enough to pull her leg back and slide her shorts down moving her body as quietly as possible to let her one leg out of her shorts before hooking it over his hips and pressing hard into his hips again. She didn’t really say anything as she moved her hips again and again waiting for him to do or say something.

They had to be so quiet, he really didn't want to wake anyone up. Of course he easily grew hard with the way she was grinding against him, especially when she had moved part of her shorts out of the way. His hand found her leg again, gripping her skin. "You're making me want you so much," he said quietly, shifting to bring his face closer, nuzzling into her neck.

She knew there was a skill in being quiet and enjoying this and not ending up tormented by the other guys on the bus for the rest of their lives. “Don’t you always want me that much?” She grinned her words just as quiet as his as he nuzzled into her neck and her hand cupped the back of his head tugging his hair gently. Her hips continued to grind against him before stopping and shifting and pushing his boxer briefs down his hips and shifting her underwear over and grinding her bare core over his hard length to give him the okay so long as they were quiet.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly at her comment and he huffed out almost in agreement. His lips placed lazy kisses against her skin when she brought her hand into his hair and he felt her shifting against him, undressing them more so they were bare against each other. "We have to be so quiet," he husked in a whisper even though he knew Sophie was aware. It took a bit more shifting so he was placed between wet folds and another grinding motion got them to finally be connected again.

She knew his little huff was his way of saying she was right without really saying it. “So, so very quiet or they’ll never ever let me on the bus again.” She said. “Or let us live it down.” She murmured breathlessly. He shifted quietly. Their grinding helping until he slipped inside of her again connecting them and she gripped the back of his hair hard biting down into his shoulder to muffle any noise.

He felt her teeth scraping against his skin as she bit into his shoulder and he made sure to have his face buried in her neck to muffle the soft sounds coming from him. His one hand slid up her back to rest it between her shoulders, holding her close as they were grinding against each other, soft and slow movements to try and be as quiet as possible.

Their hips were doing most of the work, still grinding against each other just now with him tucked very much inside of her with how tight in the little area they were. Her teeth release from him as she moved her hips faster and harder against him breathing heavy against his ear.

They were pressed together, even with him tucked inside of her and when Sophie shifted they were moving faster and harder against each other. Alex was nibbling and breathing against her skin, muffling his noises. "Sophie," he murmured quietly against her neck.

His mumbled words of her name made her shush him even though he wasn’t being loud but more so she feared herself being loud. Her hips continued to move hard grinding against him making him rub against all the spots deep inside of her, her nails digging into his skin and tugging at his hair as she bit down hard on her lip to keep the whine low in her throat.

His hand gripped at her skin then brushed up the back of her leg so it could come to rest on her bum and he nuzzled more into her neck to muffle his moan against her skin. They were so close, rubbing and pressing against each other other as they kept grinding together.

Her hips continued to move her body acting of its own accord of what it wanted and liked in that moment since there was limited options of what movement they could do. Still the heat build up was enough to find it incredibly arousing as she whispered into his ear she was close, so very close to coming. Attempting to press herself into him more almost trying to rise up a little bit to help her reach her peak.

"Baby," he husked quietly, muffled against her as he felt her grinding more into him, pressing their bodies so close together. His hands were on her, feeling her up, gripping into her wherever he touched. He was so close and hearing Sophie say she was too made it so much harder to hold back.

When she felt it that spark of her release she bit down onto his shoulder hard to keep her from crying out her hips thrusting and pushing again and again into his as much as she possibly could to chase the feeling that was coursing through her as his hand continued to explore her body wanting him to find that release too.

He didn't need much more than to feel her walls clenching around him to bring him over the edge and thus time he bit at her skin to be quiet, their movements continuing for a little longer but slowing down as they both came down from their highs.

She felt him thrust a tiny bit up into her and his release mix with hers and she felt her body relax as she breathed heavily into him. Her tongue reached out caressing the spot where her teeth had managed to bite into his skin. Her breathing was heavy her body shook against his as they relaxed from their orgasms.

He smiled against her neck as he felt her tongue on his skin and hummed softly. His grip loosened on her when their thrusts and grinding subsided and he shifted, rolling them as best as he could in the confined space they had so he could be on top of her. He nuzzled into her neck more and peppered a few kisses there before lifting his head a tiny bit to look at her in the very dim light.

She was a little surprised when he rolled them a bit so he was more on top of her with him firmly deep inside of her. He peppered soft kisses agaisnt her neck and she closed her eyes before feeling him pull back and she opened her eyes to look at him a soft giggle leaving her lips. “You know they would kill us if they knew.”

He chuckled softly at her words, leaning in to brush his nose against hers before pressing his lips to hers briefly. "They'll never have to know," he murmured. "You feel so good though," he whispered, trailing kisses along her cheek and to her neck. "And you make me feel so good too," he added.

“You better hope not.” She chuckled softly because she’d absolutely be banned from the bus. “You make me feel so good and you feel even better inside of me.” She giggled softly nuzzling up against him. “And see you didn’t care about how warm it was.”

"It is very warm though," Alex chuckled softly, happy to be resting against her though and still snuck inside of her with no real intention to move away just yet. He shifted so he could bring his arms up to rest on either side of her, thumb brushing against her cheek before leaning in for another soft kiss.

“But warm for a good reason isn’t it?” She pointed out. His head leaned in and pecked a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you.” She murmured. “So much..” She whispered just happy to be back with him.

"Oh very good reason," he chuckled softly. "I love you too. I'm so glad you came here." They rested together for a while, just enjoying each other before finally Alex shifted. "Okay, baby I'm gonna have to get out and use the restroom. And then maybe we should sleep," he murmured softly. He grunted a little when he slid out of her and shifted to lay on his back, pulling his boxer briefs up to be dressed again, but it was too warm to even consider putting his pants back on.

Once they laid there for awhile he said he needed to go use the restroom and she knew she really should too after him. He pulled back and she sighed softly as she shifted around to cover herself up and waited for Alex to leave while she cleaned herself up. When he returned she was dressed again and she slipped out to use the bathroom and sprayed the room so it wouldn’t smell like sex if that was something but she was paranoid the boys would find out before peaking her head back in. “I may go lay out on the couch in the air that way you can not be so warm if you want?”

It took some time to get them both cleaned and back to be ready to lay down and Alex moved his pants aside and slipped further into the bunk to give Sophie some room for when she returned. He arched a brow when she only just poked her head in. "Oh so you get in my pants and I'm not even getting cuddles after?" he asked in a quiet voice to make sure only she would hear, a grin spread on his lips. "Either you come back in here or we both sleep on the couch.."

“Shhhh.” Though he was barely above a whisper when he mentioned about getting into his pants. “I don’t want you to be all warm and it’s just going to get all warm again if we’re all snuggled up in the bed this way you can get the air and I can get the air.” She suggested but she knew one way or another Alex wasn’t going to leave her side and she was happy about that.

"What?" he laughed softly when she shushed him. "We're just gonna have to accept the fact that we're gonna be hot, alright? So come back in here or I'm gonna go with you," he said but in the end they settled on going to lay on the couch because it really was a little cooler out there. Alex ended up falling asleep easily and he continued to do so even after people woke and started moving around the bus.

"What I'm saying is you don't have to be so hot." she chuckled shaking her head giggling softly and in the end they settled out on the couch, with a little blanket over them the air a lot more circulating around them as they dozed back off to sleep and were able to sleep a bit longer even when people were up milling around before Rian came over. "Alright lovebirds time to wake up." he said shaking both of them. Groaning, she rolled over. "Can I kick him in the groin." she whined.

Alex groaned when Rian shook them "Yes," Alex mumbled to which Rian immediately protested. "Why are you waking us we need more sleep," he mumbled without really opening his eyes.

“I’m gonna kick him.” Sophie warned not really sure if she was wanting rian or Alex because he’d have to deal with rian pissed off after all. “Haven’t you slept?” He asked. “Yes but you cram two people in a bunk and it gets hot and impossible to sleep we just got back to sleep so shut up.” As she swung her leg out to kick at him.

Alex blinked his eyes open when felt movement and saw Sophie swinging her leg out into the empty air because Rian was standing far enough away to not be kicked abd in his half asleep state it looked so funny to him that he started laughing at the sight. "Hey," Rian protested at the attempted kick only to cause Alex to close his eyes again anf laugh a little more.

When she was tired she was far more grumpy so she didn’t think twice to kick out at him even if he wasn’t close enough to kick. It was more to warn him to go away and that she wasn’t here to play games that she planned to sleep more. She heard Alex laughing and kicked her leg one more time for good measure when rian walked by almost hitting him before snuggling back into the bed.

Rian protested when Sophie almost kicked him this time but Alex couldn't help laughing a little more as he felt Sophie snuggling back into him. "We're not getting up until we absolutely have to," Alex said between laughs and slowly calmed down again, stifling a yawn.

Sophie snuggled back into Alex and it seemed like the boys got the idea to leave them alone a bit longer. A couple more hours and she finally started to stir and move about the couch before she looked at him and licked her lips. "We should probably wake up. You know the babies would probably love a facetime call from the both of us."

Thankfully the boys left them to sleep a while longer until eventually they stirred and Alex groaned when he felt Sophie shifting. He tucked her into him a little more before yawning and then blinking his eyes open to find her looking at him. "Morning," he murmured and closed his eyes again briefly. "Can I have coffee first? Then I'd love to call them."

Alex tucked himself into her a little more and she smiled seeing him yawning. He was awfully cute in the morning after little sleep from their nefarious activities. "I mean you can have some coffee first but Willa really is looking forward to talking to you."

He kept his eyes closed for a moment before blinking them open. "I can just talk to her while drinking the coffee," he suggested with a tired smile. He shifted so he could stretch before pushing himself up to be able to sit.

A smile tugged to her lips when he said he would talk to her while he drank his coffee. “Should be perfect time with the time difference just before they are getting ready for bed with mum and dad.”

"Lemme find some coffee then. Do you want some too?" He asked Sophie. The bus seemed to have arrived where they'd need to be and just when Alex was trying to muster up the energy to fully get up, Rian returned from a trip outside, carrying a tray of hot beverages. "Anyone else want some coffee?""

"Yeah coffee works." she said nodding when he got up to go get some to drink. Though it seemed like Rian was way ahead of them as he came in with coffee and Sophie reached up taking one. "Thank you." she said shifting to get up. "Think I'm gonna go hang out in the bunk and we can call from there. Think if Willa sees the bus she's gonna freak out."

Alex arched a brow. "Think she's gonna freak? Do you think she realises it's the bus and is gonna be mad she's not with us?" he questioned before taking his first sip of coffee. "I mean we can call from the bunk, yeah."

"If she figures out we're on the tour bus or with the boys and she's not. Yes." Everyone knew Willa could have a little temper but in a very cute way. She was a good girl. Slipping into the bunk she took a few sips of coffee and waited for Alex with her phone. The less of the bus that could be seen the better.

He got off the couch to follow Sophie to the bunk and a small grin spread on his lips as he thought about their activities in there during the night, or early morning really. He almost spilled his coffee when he climbed in and then settle in there with Sophie. "Alright, let's see if we can get them on the phone," he smiled.

Seeing him grin She nudged him knowing that he was way too obvious sometimes. When he climbed in she squealed “don’t spill its hot!” She said moving over before grabbing her phone and dialing her mother to FaceTime their kids. After a few rings they answered and said hello before Willa was grabbing the phone and squealed seeing them. “Daddy!” She yelled.

"What?" he mouthed and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "I'm not spilling it, just let me squeeze right in here, hold on." It took them a moment to squeeze in and still be able to sip on their coffees but when Sophie dialed the number and the kids were on the screen he didn't care so much about it anymore anyway. "Hi princess," he said with a little wave. "Aw, I miss you all! How are you, princess? Are you being good for grandma and grandpa?"

“I’s a very good girl.” She nodded. “Grammy says I so good.” She said proudly as Noah tried to peek his head into the camera. “Let us see Noah willa.” Sophie said as she whined but her mother helped. “Hi little man, look at you. Mummy misses all of you so much.” She said “And i know daddy does too.”

"That's my girl," Alex that with a bright smile that only brightened when Noah tried to peek his head in. "I buddy. Are you being good too? Have you been practicing with the lightsaber I gave you?" He chuckled. "Yes I do. I cant wait to see you again. I miss you!"

They chatted for awhile willa mostly taking the phone and then her mom showing them Avery who started to pucker up and cry when seeing them. “Aw I think she’s missing her daddy.” She said and her mother agreed and she pouted out her lower lip. “Poor baby.” She hummed softly laying her head on alexs shoulder. They talked a little more before letting them get ready to get them to bed and hanging up. “Miss their little faces.”

It was funny to see how Willa constantly tried to take the phone only to have it being taken back and her trying again a moment later. It was a little heartbreaking when Avery started tearing up upon seeing them and after a while of chatting, Alex sighed as the phone ended. "God, I miss them," he murmured.

“They miss You too baby.” She murmured. “Apparently Avery really does it’s almost sweet even though she’s crying.” She said. “You’ll see them soon again. We should really talk to the tour bus manager today about getting that other bus ready for us so they can come along.” Since she knew not seeing them for months the kids couldn’t handle right now.

He nodded and finished his coffee so he could put the empty cup down. "Yeah, we should get that bus ready. I want y'all on tour with me..whenever you're done filming at least," he murmured and let himself rest back into thd bunk. "I don't like being away from them so long," he sighed softly.

“Well I’ll leave that up to you and the managers to talk through.” She said knowing they knew more about that. “I know you don’t. It’s weird isn’t it you didn’t know so much of your heart could miss just being a dad even though you’re doing what you love?”

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in harmony | tom holland

-> singer!reader x tom holland

-> summary: after a nasty break up, you go to london with your two best friends in hope to find inspiration for your upcoming album and a london boy soon became your muse.

-> word count: 5.7k

-> a/n: wow. this is probably my favorite fic of mine. i hope you all enjoy it as much as i do. big thank you to @rainbowrobin for hyping this fic up and being its biggest fan. also thank you to @cali-holland for beta reading this for me! your support means the world to me and you inspire me every day to keep writing. love you to bits <3

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Breaking up with someone you used to care about was never easy. In fact, grieving and eventually getting over that person was the hardest thing to do. You were a singer so relationships that went public usually ended up terribly wrong. The good part about it is that you can write a hit song about the experience.

Breaking up with your past boyfriend was probably the worst experience for you thus far. You thought that he was the one, every move you made was for him and you ended up depending on him constantly. And he broke your heart. He played you like a fiddle and played with the strings of your heart. He cheated on you with someone you were insecure about the duration of your relationship with him, which made everything feel worse.

You decided that you needed a change of scenery in hopes to clear your head. You had been spending time in your Los Angeles apartment moping around, trying to get over your ex-boyfriend. You also had a deadline for your new album and you haven’t even started. Your album was due towards the end of the summer, and it was now spring.

You sat down on your sofa with a pen and notebook in your hand. You were determined to write something. You didn’t want to write songs about your breakup, but that was all you were thinking about. You saw your phone on the coffee table light up and buzz. It was your manager and agent, Cassandra. You picked up the phone nervously, knowing that she was going to ask about your progress or lack thereof.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hello, Y/N,” Cassandra greeted sweetly. “How’s the album coming along? We need to start recording soon.”

“Funny you ask.” You always tried to make fun out of an uncomfortable situation.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, Cass! I have no idea what I should be writing about for this album.” It’s not like you didn’t want to write. You did, but you had no idea what to write about.

“Maybe you need a change of scenery, dear. You haven’t been out in months,” Cassandra suggested.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Where would you want to go? You can stay there for the rest of the spring and the beginning of the summer.”

You thought about it for a moment. You definitely wanted to leave the country. “How does London sound, Cass?”

“Sounds nice. I’ll book you, Natalie, and Sarah tickets for this weekend and I’ll rent the three of you an Airbnb for your stay,” Cassandra confirmed. Natalie was your personal assistant and your best friend. Sarah was your older sister who traveled with you everywhere and she helped you with many of your songs. She was good to bounce ideas off of. You had the perfect team.

“Perfect. Thank you.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up.

***

Tom got off the airplane and sighed in relief. He was finally home. After many months of filming on another continent, he was back in London. Tom was ready to finally sleep in his own bed and hang out with his brothers and friends once again.

Harry and Tom took an Uber back to Tom’s apartment. It was fairly late and all Tom wanted to do was sleep. In the Uber, Tom and Harry made light conversation.

“You want to go to the new pub by our flat this weekend? Haz and Tuwaine want to hang out,” Harry asked.

“Sure,” Tom mumbled. To be quite honest, Tom had absolutely no desire to go out at all this weekend, but he knew that his mates wanted to see him. He did want to see them too, so he agreed.

“Sounds good.”

***

You packed your suitcases for London at the last minute. In your defense, Cassandra only booked Thursday night’s tickets on Wednesday, so you didn’t have that much time in the first place. You were planning on using your time in London to relax and to create a healthy headspace to write your next album.

You called Natalie to ask her opinion on some of your outfit choices. “Nat, am I going for a casual look this trip? Like sweatpants and t-shirts?”

“Absolutely not, Y/N. Are you insane?!”

“It was just a question, Natalie.” You defended yourself. “What should I pack then?”

“I don’t know, just look hot. You need to get out of the post-breakup sweatpants phase.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. You grabbed some cute spring sundresses from your closet and threw them into your suitcase. You packed some jeans and blouses as well.

You hung up with Natalie and took a look at your bag. “Should be good.”

***

The flight to London from Los Angeles was long and exhausting. You arrived at Heathrow airport in the early afternoon on Friday. You immediately went to the house to rest up from jetlag. Once you woke up a few hours later, Sarah was pressuring you and Natalie to get dressed. “We’re going to the pub! Get up, ladies!”

“What? Why?” Natalie groaned. You and Natalie were laying on your beds in your shared room. Sarah jumped onto your bed and tackled you.

“Sarah, we’re exhausted,” you said. You pushed your sister off of you and sat up. “We can just go tomorrow.”

“It’s the pub’s grand opening! It’s supposed to be fire!”

“Fine,” you mumbled. You got up and began unpacking your suitcase. “But I refuse to wear heels.”

***

Harrison made his way to his best mate’s flat to pick him up for the Cheer Beers grand opening on Friday night. Harrison used his spare key to get into Tom’s place. “Tom,” Harrison called out. He made his way to Tom’s bedroom to make sure he was ready for the night.

“In my room!” Tom exclaimed. Tom sounded upset and agitated. Harrison entered his room anyway because he wanted to hang out with his best friend. He opened the door and noticed Tom laying his bed under the covers.

“Are you alright, mate?” Harrison asked. Harrison noticed Tom in his pajamas while in bed. “Why aren’t you ready to go? Harry already went out with Tuwaine to wait in line.”

“I want to hang out with you all, but I’m just so jetlagged, mate.”

Harrison took his phone out of his back pocket to check the time and noticed an Instagram notification from you. He opened it out of curiosity and it was a direct message. It said that you would be at Cheer Beers tonight with your friends and asked if he was going. Harrison and you had met at an award show a few months back and you became friends. “You know what I just found out, Tom?”

“What?”

“Y/N L/N is going to the grand opening tonight.”

“You’re lying just to get me out of bed!” Tom accused him. Tom didn’t want to admit it, but he fancied you. He has been following you on social media and listening to your music for a while now, so Harrison saying you were going to be at the pub caught his attention.

“I’m not.” Harrison showed Tom his phone with your direct message. “I had no idea she was in town, though.”

“No clue, either.”

“Now will you come?” Harrison asked. “I know you have a huge crush on her.”

Tom eyed him skeptically but then let out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll go.”

***

You waited in line outside of Cheer Beers with Sarah and Natalie. You were wearing a black sleeveless cocktail dress with black slip-on vans. You saw a few familiar faces approach you and you realized that it’s your friend Harrison and his mates. You recognized one of his friends to be Tom Holland.

“Hey, Haz!” You greeted. He pulled you into a hug and squeezed you tightly. You pulled away and said, “Following me, I see?”

“Very funny,” he replied. “We were coming to opening night anyway. We were planning this in honor of Tom’s return from filming.”

“Oh, that’s right,” you said and then turned to Tom. You put your hand out for him to shake. “I’m Y/N.”

He shook your hand and you felt his sweaty palm touch yours. You could assume that he was either unwell or nervous. “Tom. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.”

You introduced Natalie and Sarah to Harrison and he introduced the rest of his friends to the three of you.

“Would you like to share a table with us?” Harry, Tom’s younger brother, asked you.

“I’m sure that Y/N L/N would have much better opportunities than to sit with us, Harry,” Tom interjected.

“Actually, Tom, we would love to.” You all entered the pub and grabbed a table in the back room. Harrison sat between Sarah and Tuwaine. Harry sat by Natalie. You sat between Natalie and Tom, per Natalie’s whisper in your ear to go for it. You all got your first round of drinks.

“So what brings you to London?” Tom asked.

“Needed to clear my head,” you said and then ate the olives from your martini.

“So you flew halfway across the world?” Tom was amused and you could tell. He wasn’t trying to laugh at you particularly, he just thought it was funny that you chose London of all places.

“Shut up,” you teased. “We’re here for the summer. A vacation, or holiday, if you will.”

“Nice, nice.” You could feel the slight awkward tension between the two of you. You were basically strangers so it made sense. You decided to try and break it. “How was filming for the third Spider-Man film?”

Tom’s eyes lit up at your sudden interest in his work. “Can I tell you a funny story?”

***

Three hours passed by and you decided to call it a night. You talked with Tom the entire night. You enjoyed his company but you were also jetlagged. “Tom, I’m tired,” you said as you leaned on his shoulder.

“Me too.”

“Want to walk me home?” You asked.

“Would love to.” You both got up from the booth and Tom paid for your drinks, even though you protested. Harrison, Tuwaine, Harry, Sarah, and Natalie didn’t look like they were ready to leave any time soon so you said your goodbyes to them and left with Tom.

“How far are you away from here?” Tom asked you.

“About a ten minute walk.” You began walking in the cool London air.

“So, Harrison told me that you were writing for your new album. How’s that going?”

“Not well,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s been fucking difficult.”

“I’m sorry, love.” The pet named warmed your heart and body even more. Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. “I wish I can help you out somehow.”

“It’s alright. Getting out tonight helped me get into a good headspace,” you said.

“Glad to hear it.” You arrived at your Airbnb and Tom walked you to the front door. “I had a great time tonight, Y/N.”

You smiled, the first genuine smile that you’ve had in a while. “Me too, Tom.” You opened your door to enter.

“Wait.” Tom stopped you. “Let me get your number.”

“Sure.”

***

Two weeks had passed since you arrived in London and you and Tom have been texting back and forth. He had even taken you on a tour of London. He took you to all of the hot spots. Occasionally, Tom, Harrison, and Harry would come over to your Airbnb to hang out with you, Sarah, and Natalie. You were developing friendships with everyone, but you felt a bit stronger about Tom. He was charming, kind, and really funny. You enjoyed his company and you finally got the chance to start writing for your upcoming album. You realized that you didn’t want to write about your breakup with your ex, but instead write about your crush on the brown-haired London boy.

“How is the album coming along?” Cassandra asked you on the phone.

“Pretty good. I have a killer single coming your way and many other songs too.”

“Remember, we need to start recording at the end of July.”

“You got it.”

“You sound happy,” she commented. She was right. You were happy and finally completely over your ex. “It’s a good look on you.”

“Thanks.”

“What are you writing about?”

“Oh, you know… London, pubs, boys,” you trailed off.

***

Harrison was busy planning his upcoming date with your sister, Sarah. They hit it off extremely well at the opening of Cheer Beers. They got each other’s numbers and planned to go on a date. To be honest, Harrison was stressed out. He scored a date with Sarah L/N, which ultimately shocked him. So, he decided to go to his best mate for some advice.

Tom was sitting in his living room and Harrison entered with two dress shirts in hand. One of them was a white button-down and the other one navy. “Which shirt should I wear on my date with Sarah?”

“Black slacks, right?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, and a black leather jacket.”

“Go with white,” Tom suggested.

“Thanks, mate. Another question,” Harrison proposed. It felt natural for Harrison to ask Tom about his lady troubles, even though Tom had been single for a while.

Tom nodded his head to urge Harrison to continue.

“What if I fuck this up?” He asked nervously. “I really like Sarah.”

Tom got up from the couch to come closer to Harrison and put his hand on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine, mate. Just be yourself. She’ll fancy you, I promise.”

“How are you so good at giving me advice but you can’t get a girlfriend?”

Tom mocked being bothered. “Rude,” he scoffed.

“What are you waiting for?”

“If I say the perfect girl, will you slap me?” Tom joked.

“Yes, yes I will,” Harrison laughed as he replied. “I think that you already found the perfect girl at Cheer Beers.”

“We’re still getting to know each other. Why must we move so fast?” Tom wondered. He wanted to take things slow. His life had always moved fast and he wanted something to move at his pace, for once. Too many relationships have moved too fast and he ended up hurt.

“Because she’s only here for so long and I have a feeling that she likes you,” Harrison reasoned. Tom was starting to feel the same way about you too.

“Fine. While you go on your date with Sarah tonight, I’ll see if Y/N wants to hang out.” He picked up his phone from the coffee table and texted you asking if you wanted to come over. You replied saying yes and he smiled. “We’re hanging out.”

“Great. Don’t forget to use protection,” Harrison said as he ran away to go get dressed for his date.

“Fuck off, you div!”

***

Tom went to the grocery store to pick up some snacks and beers before you came over to his flat. He tidied up the living room once he got home and made sure to fluff the pillow to make them look nicer. Even though you and Tom were only friends, he couldn’t help but make sure that everything looked perfect for you.

You arrived 30 minutes later. You wore sweatpants and a sweatshirt, along with your slides. Your hair was out of your face and Tom thought that you looked stunning. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Tom blushed. “Nice sweatshirt.” Your sweatshirt was light blue and it had butterflies on it. Tom realized that he loved that color on you.

He led you to the couch and he sat beside you. “So what did you do today?” You asked.

“I worked on a script that I’m writing and then I helped Harrison get ready for his date with your sister. What about you, love?” The pet name made your heart flutter. Tom was definitely charming.

“I worked on some songs for the album,” you answered proudly.

“Care to share?”

“Willing to share what the script’s about?” You asked back, already knowing the answer.

“I’m legally not allowed to share, so no. I’m sorry, darling.”

“Then my answer is the same.”

“Well played, pretty girl,” he flirted. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Avengers: Age of Ultron?”

“Yes, it’s one of my favorite Marvel movies!” You exclaimed. “I have a feeling that you knew that already.”

Tom smiled at you as he picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned on the television. “I may have, but only because Haz told me. Don’t worry, though. It’s one of my favorites too.”

Tom found the movie and before he hit play he got up from the couch. “May I offer you some popcorn before we start the movie? I have beer as well.”

“Yes to both, please.” Tom went to the kitchen to pop the popcorn and grab some beers. He came back around five minutes later with everything.

“Here you go,” he said as he handed you a bottle of beer. “I know it’s not a martini.”

“It’ll have to do,” you teased. You pat the seat beside you to urge Tom over. “Now, come sit.”

Tom pressed play and the Marvel introduction appeared on the screen. You moved closer to Tom and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, just like he did that night at the pub. “Is this ok?” He asked.

“It’s perfect.”

Around an hour into the movie, the popcorn was finished along with your first bottle of beer. Tom’s hand was still resting on your shoulder but now your head was resting on his. “Y/N?” Tom called out.

“Yeah?” You asked as you moved your head away from him so you could look at him.

“Can I be honest with you about something?” You nodded so he would continue. “I really want to kiss you.”

“Can I be honest with you?” You asked while smiling.

“Yeah.”

“I really want you to kiss me,” you said as you leaned in. He pressed his lips against yours in a soft first kiss. You kissed back almost immediately. After a couple of seconds, you pulled away from him.

“Wow,” he said.

“Ditto,” you said and then pulled him back towards you. You kissed him again and you knew that from now on, you couldn’t get enough of him.

***

Tom and you didn’t finish the movie the other night. After your many makeout sessions with him, you decided to go home, and you promised him that the two of you would get together again soon. You went home with the biggest smile on your face. Since your kiss, you and Tom have not talked about the status of your relationship. As of right now, you were just friends who have kissed before. No biggie.

It was now the 28th of May and you were sitting on a park bench having coffee with Harrison. It would be Tom’s 25th birthday in four days and the two of you were attempting to plan the perfect party for him.

“You’ll get the decorations, Sam will cook a few dishes, and I’ll provide booze,” Harrison said, listing things off. “We’ll host it at my new flat and I already called everyone.”

“Sounds great, Haz. I just hope he has a great time.”

“I’m sure he will,” he said as he winked at you, indicating something.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, referring to his wink.

“I know that something happened between the two of you last week. Tom hasn’t stopped smiling since the two of you started hanging out. I’m sure he’ll be happy to know that you planned a party for him.”

“We all are planning it,” you corrected him.

“Yeah, but it’s not like he fancies me,” Harrison laughed.

You rolled your eyes at the blonde-haired boy in front of you. “Whatever.” You got up from the park bench and began walking towards his car. “Come on, Harrison. We need to go to the market.”

***

It was the 1st of June; Tom’s birthday. You woke up early to make sure that everything was ready to go for the party tonight. Harrison and Tom’s brothers planned a golf trip with Tom while you set up Harrison’s flat. You brought Sarah and Natalie along with you to help.

“Move that banner a little more to the right,” you told Sarah. She moved it as you requested. The banner said, Happy 25th birthday, Tom! in light blue glitter. “Looks great. Thanks, sis.”

You blew up balloons, set up tables for the food and drinks, got streamers and ribbons, and finally assembled the cupcake tower with the cupcakes you and Natalie baked the night before.

“Red velvet. Nice choice,” Sarah said as she took a look at the cupcakes on display.

“They’re Tom’s favorite,” you pointed out.

“Seems like you know a lot about him.”

“Well, he is my friend.”

Natalie laughed at your response to your sister’s comment. “Is that all he is?” She asked.

“For now.” You pulled out your phone from your pocket to check the time. It was the early afternoon and the party would start in a few hours. “We better get going to get ready. Sam will bring the food and set it up within the hour.”

Before you got into the car, you texted Tom to wish him a happy birthday and he responded with a heart emoji. You smiled to yourself and then got into the car to drive to your Airbnb.

The three of you washed up and got dressed for Tom’s party. You decided on wearing a light blue sundress with daisies on it. You matched it with white wedges and you did your hair to your liking. Once you were all ready you drove to Harrison’s. When you got there, Harrison, Sam, Tuwaine, and a few other friends of Tom’s were already there.

“Harry is bringing Tom in around 15 minutes,” Harrison told you.

“Ok. Everything seems to be going pretty smoothly.”

“We make a pretty great team,” Harrison said in appreciation for all of the work to make Tom’s party happen.

“Tell that to Sarah over there,” you teased him. His date with your sister went well from what she told you, but because of Harrison’s nervousness, they haven’t talked much since. “She’s been dying to hang out with you.”

“Are you just saying that so you can have Tom all to yourself when he gets here?” He tried to joke.

“No,” you said seriously. “Go talk to her, Haz.” You pushed him lightly in her direction to encourage him to go talk to her.

“I see Harry’s car pulling up!” Sam said a few minutes later. “Everyone get ready.”

Harry used Harrison’s spare key to get into his flat and once both of them entered you all yelled, “Surprise!”

“Thanks, guys!” Tom said in shock. Tom made his rounds to greet everyone to say thank you. You waited patiently in the kitchen for the birthday boy. He finally approached you after a few minutes. “Hey, love.”

“Happy birthday,” you said as you pulled him in for a hug. “You look very handsome.”

He pulled away to look at you. “Thank you, but you’re absolutely stunning.”

You leaned in to kiss his cheek and then said, “Thanks, Tom.”

“I should be thanking you,” he said and then grabbed your hands to intertwine your fingers together.

“For what?”

“Harrison told me that you helped him plan all of this, so thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you said genuinely. “You like it?”

“I love it. He looked over to the counter and saw the cupcakes. “Is that a cupcake tower?”

“A red velvet cupcake tower,” you confirmed. “I baked them.”

“You’re a goddess.” He kissed your lips for half a second and then grabbed a cupcake from one of the tiers. He unwrapped the cupcake and then took a bite. He hummed in delight.

“I’m taking that you like them,” you giggled at the man in front of you. He could seriously make anything look cute.

“They’re heaven,” he moaned. Tom dipped his finger in the frosting and swiped your nose with it. You looked at him in shock. “Aw, you look so adorable,” he said.

You laughed at his antics. “Glad you think so, babe.”

Tom’s lit up at the pet name. “Babe? Hmmm.”

“Yeah, babe.” You took some frosting from what was remaining of his cupcake and placed some on his nose to match you. “You look very cute with frosting on your nose, babe.”

Tom grabbed a napkin from the counter and cleaned the frosting off the both of you. “We’re both very cute.”

“Ok, lovebirds,” Sam called out for the two of you. “Let’s get this party started!”

“Before we go out there, I have something to ask you,” Tom said.

“And what may that be?”

“Will you go out on a date with me?” He asked nervously. You felt your heart skip a beat and you could’ve sworn that you felt Tom’s heart beating rapidly from how close you were standing to him.

“I would love to, Tom,” you said and then kissed him to confirm that you really wanted to.

***

The rest of the night went well and Tom enjoyed his time with his friends. You, Sarah, and Natalie crashed at Harrison’s place along with Tom and Harry. The party ended late and the five of you were too tired to drive home, so Harrison offered to let you all stay there.

You woke up early and made your way downstairs to heat the kettle for tea. As you were waiting, you heard footsteps, and soon enough a pair of arms wrapped around you. “Good morning, beautiful,” Tom said and then kissed your clothed shoulder.

“Morning.” You turned around so you could face him. “How did you sleep?”

“Not so well,” Tom said as he stretched out his arms. “Harrison’s a kicker.”

“Poor baby,” you teased, and then Tom pouted. “Quit pouting, Tommy. I know you’re faking it.”

“Fine,” Tom mumbled.

You turned to the stove and saw that the kettle was ready. “Want tea?”

“Please. A splash of milk and a spoonful of sugar, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you said as you poured him a cup. “So where are we going on our first date?”

“That’s a surprise, darling.”

***

A week after Tom’s birthday, Tom texted you asking if you were available to go on your first date. You had been working on the album the entire morning so you thought it’d be nice to go out with Tom. You replied yes and he told you to be ready within the hour. Tom knocked on your door around an hour later, with a bouquet in his hand. “These are for you, love,” he said with a smile as he handed them to you.

“Thank you, Tom,” you said and then sniffed the flowers. “Come in while I put these in some water.” Tom entered your Airbnb and you searched for a vase in one of the cabinets. Once you found one, you filled it up with water and put the flowers in. “We should be good to go now.”

Tom held your hand as he led you to the car. He opened the door for you and then got in and started the car. “You ready?”

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“You’ll see in around 15 minutes, angel.” Tom grabbed your hand that was resting in your lap and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. “I don’t think I told you this, but you look ethereal.”

“You’re quite the charmer, Holland.”

“I aim to please,” he joked. “But in all seriousness, you always look gorgeous.”

Tom was by far the kindest man you have ever met in your entire life. You have known him for barely two months but he made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. You had never felt this way about anyone before.

Tom drove down to a lake. “It’s one of my secret spots,” he told you.

He led you down to the grass near the water and he set up a picnic there for the two of you. “I made sandwiches, cut up some fruit, and some apple cider.”

“It looks good. Thank you, Tom.” He pulled everything out from the picnic basket and handed you one of the sandwiches.

“Anything for you.”

“So this is one of your secret spots, huh?” You asked.

“Mhm,” he mumbled as he took a bite from his sandwich.

“So you bring a lot of girls here?” You teased and you could’ve sworn that you saw Tom almost choke on his sandwich. “Is that why it's so special?”

“Very funny, love,” Tom said. “No, I actually come here alone.”

“I’m guessing because it’s quiet.”

“Yeah, I come here when I need to clear my head.”

You looked around the area and you immediately understood why Tom liked it so much. There was a beautiful, cool breeze and the birds chirping sounded like music to your ears. “It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“I can drive you here to write songs if you’d like,” Tom offered.

“That would be lovely.”

You and Tom spent a couple of hours at the lake. You talked about anything and everything, and you finally felt yourself get closer to him. You felt him opening up to you too, which you felt good about.

“Would you like to go on a drive with me?” Tom asked once you both packed up the remainder of the picnic.

“Will there be music involved?”

“What would be a nice evening drive without music? C’mon, let’s go.” Tom led you to his car and you began your drive. The sun was setting and it was beautiful. “It’s wonderful outside, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” you said.

“I had a great time with you, Y/N.”

“Me too.”

*** Once Tom dropped you off, you began writing another song. His date left you inspired and you were starting to like him more and more. Each time you saw him your feelings for him grew. He inspired you to write your song, London Boy.

Tom wanted a second date. He felt so good leaving the first one and knew that he wanted to pursue a relationship with you. He knew that it would be hard but relationships won’t always be easy. He decided to call you the next to ask when he could see you again.

“Tom, we just went out,” you teased.

“I know, Y/N, but I like you. A lot.” You thought that it was cute how Tom was eager for a second date. You were excited too.

“I like you, too. I would love to see you again, too,” you said.

“Coffee? I don’t drink it but I know how much you like it,” Tom offered.

“How about tea? Know any good spots for a cup of tea and maybe breakfast?”

“I know just the place. See you soon, Y/N.”

***

Many amazing dates with Tom and a bunch of fun days in London later and you know that you’re ready to start recording your next album. People had their assumptions about you and Tom. Rumors had gone around but Tom and you didn’t address them.

London inspired so much of your album that you decided to record there. The rest of your team flew out and you began recording.

You called Tom asking him to come to the studio. “I’m recording one of my favorite songs today. I would love for you to come if you’re free.” You were recording London Boy today and you wanted Tom to hear it since he hadn’t before. It would also be a good way to officially tell Tom that you’re falling in love with him.

“I would love to come. Send me the address.”

“You got it. See you in 20.”

You sent Tom the address of the studio and he was there within 15 minutes. You greeted him at the front. “Hey, babe.”

He kissed you on the cheek and then asked, “Are you excited for today?”

“Very. I’m excited for you to hear the song,” you said as you led him into the studio. You introduced him to Cassandra and the rest of your team.

“Y/N, get your pretty ass in the booth,” Cassandra said. You walked into the recording booth and put on your headphones. “Let’s do this.”

“Tom, sit up in front,” you said and then he took a seat beside Cassandra. “This one is called London Boy.”

The upbeat music came on and you knew that you were skipping the intro for now so you went in with the first verse.

I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives

You heard Cassandra tell you to stop so they could play it back. You saw Tom smiling at you as you were singing and you took that as a good sign that he was enjoying it.

“Now for the chorus.”

You know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet Darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you (Ooh)

You ended up finishing the recording of the song in an hour. You left the booth for your break and you first greeted Tom. “What did you think of it?”

“I love you, too,” he said. You leaned up to him and kissed him with every fiber of your being.

“That’s good because many of these songs are about you.”

“And I can’t wait to hear them all,” he said and then smiled.

“I can’t believe how I’ve only been here for three months and I already feel this way,” you said honestly. You have never fallen so fast for anyone, but it feels right with Tom. Everything feels right with him.

“Well, believe it because it’s real,” Tom confirmed. “Be mine, Y/N?”

“I thought you’d never ask, lover.”

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majesticbrownjawn · 4 years ago

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The Best Man

Things get complicated when the best man looks like him ⬆️ But probably not complicated in the way you’re thinking.

Oldie from Wattpad. ‼️Chris=Erik‼️ I ain’t feel like going thru and changing his name. Deal with it. I wrote it with Erik in mind though. Enjoy boos❤️

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His hands unashamedly gripped her ass, making her jump in shock.

"We can't do this Chris..." her voice faded out in the most unconvincing way, letting him know she was enjoying the moment as much as he was. When he pressed his lips against hers, she kissed him back, forgetting where she was and focused on his tongue entering her mouth. Ms. Johnson was quickly brought back down to Earth when her phone started vibrating in her hand, reminding her it was almost time for the mother/son dance. Sanai was a stickler for things being on schedule and wanted everything to be perfect for Bryan's big day, which to her meant keeping to the strict time table she mapped out.

She finally broke away from the younger man, staring him down with a frustrated look before disappearing into the large crowd of people to find her pursuer's best friend and the groom--her son.

***

Sanai Johnson was a woman with a plan, well, at least since she had become a mother at the age of 16. She fell in love with her son's father, August, and she thought he felt the same until he disappeared six months into her pregnancy. He was from the other side of the tracks, the "right" side. His parents were wealthy and he had earned a scholarship to a prestigious university a few hours away. When he finally showed up fours years later begging for Sanai to take him back so they could be a family, it was way too little, too late. From the moment he stepped back into their lives, he proved to be a great father to Bryan, and that was all she wanted from him. He on the other hand, had just stopped confessing his love for her just over a year ago before their son's 25th birthday--when he showed up to Bryan's party with a woman who looked just a few years older than the birthday boy himself.

It was funny, after all these years of refusing him, Sanai was actually contemplating giving August another chance and then he shows up with with some young girl. Oh well, she thought. She had bigger fish to fry, like planning the wedding she never got to have. It's not that she couldn't have gotten married in the past or sometime in the future for that matter, she was still in her early 40s, but could easily pass for someone a decade younger. She'd loss count of all the times people mistook her for Bryan's sister. Her buxom figure, glowing skin and beautiful features added to her appeal, but she always fell just shy of being completely confident in her appearance.

Where she lacked confidence in the physical, she made up for it in business and street smarts. While August was doing God knows what those four years in college, she graduated from high school early and started working at a museum. Little did she know she'd fall in love with art history and would later become one of the most sought after and well paid art curators in the country. She got to where she was by working hard and staying focused, which for her didn't leave much room for romance.

The wedding weekend had finally come and the guests had started to arrive at her large estate. She planned a series of events designed to make the large 250 person guest list feel a little smaller. This first event, brunch, was purposely hosted at her home to make everyone feel a little more comfortable mingling and getting to know each other.

"Chris!" Bryan was ecstatic to see his best friend who was more like a big brother to him. He flew across the foyer and embraced Chris, who he hadn't seen in almost three years. The two met when Bryan was in the 7th grade and Chris was in the 10th grade at a basketball camp. Chris was Bryan's counselor and the youngster immediately took to the older boy, following him around and following his lead in almost anything he did, except when Chris moved to China. Ms. Johnson wasn't having that. Both men studied business at the same university and started learning Chinese in high school, continuing through college. After graduating, Chris decided to take a job in Beijing making just under seven figures at a budding tech start-up.

"It's been too long, man." Chris was just as excited to see his friend, but was always more reserved than him, being careful to save his energy for just the right time. He knew this weekend would be full of exciting and possibly emotionally draining moments, so he decided to ease his way in.

"So your mom got it like this now? No wonder she invited the wedding party to stay here. This place is massive." He looked around absolutely impressed with his surroundings.

"I know right? When's the last time you've seen her? Like right after I graduated?"

"Yea--high school, I think. Maybe when you moved into your dorm freshman year."

"Well, she's around here somewhere. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you. Let me show you where you'll be staying."

***

Sanai was the kind of woman who always had things under control, but her son's wedding had her out of sorts. She was so hell-bent on everything being perfect that she was stressing about every little detail. She did a self-check about 30 minutes ago, realizing her worries were affecting the time she was having, so she took a couple mimosas to the head to take the edge off.

After settling in, Chris made his way back downstairs and gave himself a tour of the home. Along the way, there was a woman who he couldn't stop looking at from afar as she weaved in and out of the crowd. The red dress she wore was what caught his eye first. Then as he closed in on her, her familiar smile pulled him in, making him wonder if he and Bryan went to college with her because she seemed to know a lot of people here. He approached her from behind, placing his hand on the small of her back and leaned into her, introducing himself.

"Hi, I'm Chris. Do I know you? You look so familiar." When she turned around and he finally got an up close look at her, he immediately knew who she was. "Ms. Johnson?"

She smiled and answered, "In the flesh." Instead of letting her go, he froze, still holding her close as she now faced him.

"Uh, uh--it's good to see you," he finally spoke up, his arm still holding her tight. "You haven't aged a day. You're so...beautiful," he blurted out. It was like he was seeing her for the time. In a way he was, this was his first time seeing her as a man.

"Thank you, Chris. It's good to see you too," she replied blandly, gently patting him on his chest, trying to release herself from his grip. Despite trying to get away from him, Sanai certainly noticed what a handsome man Chris had become. She was on the taller side for a woman, but he easily towered over her at 6'4". His frame was full, with just the right amount of grown man thickness she liked. The rest of brunch Sanai was slightly distracted by Chris, partly because she was so shocked at how much he'd grown up and also because she thought she caught him watching her. It was probably just her imagining things.

That night after dinner at the house with the bridal party, Sanai was cleaning up the living area when she felt a quiet presence enter the space.

"Can I help, Ms. Johnson?"

"Oh, please call me Sanai, you're grown now, Chris."

"Ok. So tell me Sanai, what's your secret?" She looked at him confused. "I meant what I said earlier. You haven't aged. It's incredible. You look incredible." He didn't try to hide the fact that his eyes couldn't stop taking her body in.

She blushed at his comment but tried her best not to act phased by his repeated mention of her looks.

"Well, you certainly have changed."

"I hope that's a good thing," he smirked. "How are you dealing with Bryan getting married? I assume it can't be easy to let go of your only child. And you're single, right? I'm sure you've thought about how lonely it may get, him not being around as much."

"Bryan has been on his own for a while now. I'll manage."

"How?"

"How what?"

"How will you manage, Ms. Johnson?" His tone seemed a bit suggestive, but she figured maybe it was the wine she drank playing tricks on her.

He was, of course being suggestive in the slightest way. His immediate attraction her earlier today threw him off initially, but that wasn't going to happen again this weekend. He decided everything else he'd say and hopefully do to her his weekend would be very deliberate.

"I mean, I'm sure you have needs, right?" He moved closer to her, so close that she had no choice but to look at him As his tilted his head sideways at her seductively.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"I think you know exactly what I mean, Sanai." Chris' hand slowly traced up the side of her body, carefully following the curve of her hip upwards, stopping just below her bust. She watched his hand closely, allowing his touch to send a shiver up her spine.

"Your behavior is so inappropriate Chris." She said it so sternly that he momentarily forgot he was a grown ass man now who could pursue her without worrying about getting in 'trouble.'

He lifted his hands in surrender and openly watched her as she nervously cleaned up a few more things before heading upstairs. He noticed the way her breathing picked up when he touched her. The goosebumps on her arms told him she enjoyed his hands on her, despite her calling his actions "inappropriate." Chris laid in the bed that night, thinking about her and trying his best to ignore the nagging feeling of his dick hard-pressed against his shorts. The hornier and unsatisfied he was, he figured, the more persistent he'd be about getting a taste of Ms. Johnson.

***

The following afternoon, the bridal party gathered in the foyer of Sanai's home to learn the tango for the reception. After the instructor paired everyone up, Sanai noticed Chris was missing, but remembered he didn't have a partner because as the best man, it was his job to walk the grandmothers and her down the aisle.

"Looking for me?" She jumped at the sound of his voice.

"No, Chris. Why would I be?" She figured if she acted like she was uninterested in his attention that he'd leave her alone. She had another thing coming though. The more time Chris spent in her presence, the more his desire for her increased. Even if he wasn't able to see straight through her hard-to-get act, it wouldn't have stopped him from doing all he could to get her.

He bent down and bowed, lifting his hand to hers, "May I have this dance?" He grabbed her hand but she quickly yanked it away.

"Come on, don't be like that, Sanai."

"Maybe you should call me Ms. Johnson after all."

"I'll call you whatever you want. Just dance with me. Please." He was a little surprised when she took his hand and stood close to him. He took the lead, already familiar with the sensual dance. His hand rested low on her back and he used it to push her lower half into his. Front to front, Sanai could feel Chris' bulge brushing up against her as they moved across the foyer.

"You know I had a crush on you back in the day right?" He whispered closely to her face.

"Excuse me?" She cackled at his comment but he pulled her closer, feeling like she'd walk away from him at any second.

"Honestly, I wasn't even tryna be Bryan's friend at first when we were kids...I just needed an excuse to be around you," he continued. "You were just so creative and kind. I didn't know a mother could be so damn beautiful." Sanai blushed at his memory of her.

"I used to love to come over so I could see you walk around the house in those baggy t-shirts with no bra. Watching you in them little ass shorts had me on hard every time. I can't tell you how many times I had wet dreams about you, Ms. Johnson."

Sanai could feel Chris' excitement pressing up against her. Wisdom urged her to break away from him, but her body begged her to stay put. It had been so long since she allowed a man to be this close to her. And he just smelled and looked so good.

"Are you serious? Why are you telling me this now?" She shouldn't have asked, but her curiosity and her attraction to him was getting the best of her.

"Because it's the truth...and because I always fantasize about being close to you, just like this." The pair was face to face, their foreheads pressed against the other's. Lucky for them, no one would think anything of it because the tango called for that intimate positioning.

"You always fantasize? Or you used to?" She asked her question while looking him square in the eyes.

"Can I cut in?" Bryan's father looked at Chris suspiciously for a moment before taking Sanai's hand and trying to shake off the notion that his son's best friend was doing what it looked like he was doing—pushing up on Sanai. Their interaction would have looked innocent to the average person, but August recognized game when he saw it. He stayed close to Sanai the rest of the day just in case his suspicions about Chris were correct.

***

Hey, can you come downstairs for a minute please?

The text came in to Sanai's phone after 1 a.m. that night.

Who is this?

Guess 😈

I don't have time for games. Who is this?

It's Chris. I want to apologize.

Sanai made her way downstairs cautiously, as not to wake anyone in the house. When she laid eyes on him, she immediately knew she was in trouble. Chris wore a pair of silk pajama pants that left little for her to imagine about how girthy he was and the way his arms looked in the wife beater he wore was already doing things to her.

"He's Bryan's best friend..." She reminded herself as she approached him.

"Do you always talk to yourself?"

"Don't be cute, Chris."

"I hope I'm cute to you."

"I thought you want to apologize for your behavior?"

"Oh yea, I do." The pair was whispering trying not to wake anyone, especially Bryan. It would be hard to explain why they were down here whispering at this hour. Her home was large enough that no one would have heard them anyway, but that fact eluded them both in the moment. "Is there somewhere we can talk without having to whisper?" he asked.

She looked him over trying to decide if she could trust him being alone with her. He'd been so bold the last few days.

She decided she probably couldn't trust him, but still answered, "Sure, follow me."

***

So there are three, maybe four 🤔completed parts to this miniseries but the series itself isn’t completed. Hopefully posting this here will motivate me to finally finish it (it’s been like two years 🥴) I know y’all are waiting on Delicte part 4. Wrote on it some tonight and plan to have it up in the next week. Thanks for reading🖤

#erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger smut #killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger fic #michael b jordan

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captaindodson · 4 years ago

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7AM confessions (t.h oneshot)

Synopsis: You just finished working a graveyard shift at your summer job. Just as you’re about to get into your car to leave to sleep the weekend away, a familiar face appears to confront you on what happened.

Paring: Tom Holland x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k+

Warnings: Angsty (?), Swearings??

Once your apple watch displayed 7 AM you knew the long week you had was finally over. The assembly line filled with car parts ready for inspection remain still and untouched as everyone switches off with the next group of shift workers who are already coming onto the floor. Luckly, its Friday, so you get to sleep the weekend away and reset your sleep schedule for your last week of shifts before the fall semester starts. You tidy up your small station and when you think you’ve done enough you turn around to leave and then you see your co-worker/work friend Raj approaching. You both wear matching white hard hats, blue gloves, white jackets, dark blue work pants, and brown steal toed boots.

“Hey, how was this morning,” Raj stops a few feet away and raises his hand to fist bump and you happily reciprocate before sliding your hands into your jacket pockets.

“It wasn’t a bad night, Lauren didn’t come in tonight cause she was sick with a stomach bug. Oh I did finally registered for my university courses during my break, and I got so lucky with my extra circulars.The moment I went to register there was only one spot left for the ones I wanted.”

Raj just nods and glances around the work station, inspecting to see you cleaned it to his standard. You notice his wandering eyes but you aren’t bothered by it. You’ve been in that position where you have to work a long eight hours on your feet and the person before you at your assigned station leaves it a mess and you’re stuck cleaning it for the first hour of your shift. So after he finishes inspecting he meets your eyes and nods in approval.

“Oh shit really? I should probably do that sooner rather than later. I’ve been going to university for three years and I almost always forget every time to register on time,” He replies.

“Don’t you have your final research seminar and reading seminar this year? I thought certain classes had a small capacity?”

“Oh. Well guess what I’m doing during my lunch break,”

You lightly laugh at him as the sound of a warning buzzer echoing through the factory floor goes off. You look around and see that most, if not all of your night shift people are already off the floor and you take this as your cue to leave.

“Anyway, talk to you later Raj,” he gives you small smile in response and steps around you to get started. You make your way off the floor and to your designated locker, providing some of the people from dayshift a warm smile as you walk past them.

You walk through a pair of white double doors which leads into a a bright baby blue hallway which eventually guides you to where the designated bathrooms are with the lockers. When you get to the end of the hall you turn left and head into the female washroom where the you’re met with an empty room. Usually, when everyone’s shift ends they’re rushing to get out (and you’re no exception). You would normally find yourself squeezing by people and dodging elbows trying to get to your locker but today is different. Staying behind for an extra few minutes to talk actually lets you take your time for once. By taking your time it also means the parking lot won’t be backed up as usual and you can drive home without any major delay to sleep your weekend away. That’s the only thing you have to look foreward to, your bed because there is no one at home, no roomates, no pets, no boyfriends, no nothing. The place you were at two months ago was totally different from where you are now. You lived abroad in London with your then boyfriend for six months until you broke it off because you were lost.

You had to get out because your identity slowly became tightly intertwined with the person you were with. Everything revolved around them and their job and you were going no where in life. Your dreams were pushed to the back of your mind as you stayed in fancy hotel suites, alone waiting for your ex-boyfriend to come back from an exhausted day on set to only desperately try to keep his eyes open when you two watched a movie or went out for a night on the town.

He really did try his best to make your time with him exciting even if he was burn out from working all day. He made small dates in your hotel room feel magical. He had your hotel room decorated in fairy lights and planned a romantic dinner looking over the city you two stayed in. He made love to you in the early hours of the morning to the organy rays of the morning sun. Or another time, when he wasn’t allowed to leave the hotel at all, he took you to the hotel roof to slow dance under the stars to music playing from that headphones you two shared. You’d pay a million dollars to experience these small moments over and over again.

Over a weekend back in London by yourself while Tom had to catch a flight last minute to do film re-shoots in LA, you decided to have a self-care night. After lighting some candles, ordering take-out, dimming the lights, and scrolling through Netflix to finally find a good-feel show, you finally sit comfortably on the couch and relax. You found a generic rom-com from the 2000’s that looked mildly interesting and even if the plot wasn’t any good you could still get a good laugh about it.

As the movie progresses and the main character struggles to choose between a boy and her dream job you find your mind slowly loosing focus with what is happening on the screen and reflecting it back into your own life. After a few seconds pondering you realize something, had no idea what you wanted to do. You were in your early twenties, you were doing school part-time online with a program you liked but you spent most of your time with Tom. Traveling to country to country to join him while he filmed, staying in hotel rooms waiting for him, sometime visiting set when you were allowed too, it was truly an exciting and calming lifestyle.

Even though you believed you finally found the guy that you could spend the rest of your life with, a second family you got along with, a place you could see yourself settling down in, you didn’t have anything for yourself. When you thought you of trying to return to in-class schooling with a larger course load and renting a place for the semester and trying to sustain a long-distant relationship with someone in the limelight, it just stressed you out. You knew it wouldn’t be easy and just seeing how deflated Tom looked when he returned to you after working, you knew the relationship would push him to his limits.

Even after initiate moments you realized how tired and over worked he was. The look in his eyes when he had to leave for work the next morning couldn’t go unnoticed. You felt your heart squeezing itself and your breathing became heavier. You would never want to cause Tom any pain on your behalf, and you can’t continue to drag your feet with your education because you felt like you . So, you did what you did best, shut someone out and leave. You made up lie about how this relationship wasn’t working on your end, broke it off and flew back to the town where you had been attending school online. Scrambling enough money together to buy a used car and a small studio apartment and apply to as many jobs as you could. You got lucky, that when you were applying that a car factory needed more summer students and they were paying their workers a decent living wage and you just jumped on it. The job helped you get settled but it also helped ignore the small amount of regret you felt. It is too late to turn around now and now you must live with your choices.

You shake yourself out of a daze you didn’t realize clouded your mind, and it seems your feet have carried you to the front of your small grey locker. It looks like what all typical high school lockers look except half the size. You raise your hand to the lock to do one full twist to the right, one full twist to the left, and half a twist to the right again and my the lock pops off with a light pull.

You reach in to collect your phone, black spring jacket, dark blue water bottle, then you reach into your jacket pocket to fish out your car keys. You hum in satisfaction when you feel the cool metal of your keys in your pocket. You drape your jacket over your arm as you shut the locker quietly and slide the lock over the hook and push it shut. You proceed to continue to follow the baby blue hallways until you’ve reached the double glass doors of the exit. You push open the glass door and is met with a cool morning breeze also paired with a peach colored sky.

You make your way across the concrete of the parking lot, following the line of different coloured cars parked next to each other, eyes wandering at the different licence plates, soaking up the calmness of the morning sun until you stop dead in your tracks. You look up to see someone leaning on the hood of your car. This person is dressed in some blue jeans, a black hoodie, dark red hat, and it seems they’re just casually looking down and scrolling through their phone unaware of your presence a couple feet away. You think for a minute before speaking, should you just walk back inside and get someone to confront this guy or should you just do it yourself? I mean it is your car in a private parking lot, someone will hear you scream right? After a few seconds go by you just say fuck as the longer you stand here the less time you get to spend sleeping.

“Ah hem, excuse me you’re leaning on my car. Can you please get off,”

You keep your distance and tightly grip your waterbottle. Just so you have a head start if you need run back into the factory or even defend yourself. Their fingers stop scrolling, but their gaze is still facing downwards, hood and hat hiding their features.

“Uh hello, you need to get out of this parking lot its a private. Ill call security if you don’t move, ”

You shallow nervously as the figure stays still, unresponsive. When it seems like this figure is just going to continue to ignore you they stand up abruptly causing you to jump.

“Hi Y/N,’ An english accent comes out from the hood and your expression changes from fear to dread in seconds. Heart still pumping fast in your chest and you feel yourself getting even more nervous.

“What are you doing here, Tom”, You cross your arms the best you can and start staring at your feet to avoid eye contact.

“Can’t I come visit my girlfriend after she finishes work,” Tom questions as his foots steps get louder as they get closer.

“I am not your girlfriend remember. Besides the point, how do you even know where to find me. I haven’t talked to you in two months.”

‘You left without a much of explanation. You said when I came home from LA that this was over because you couldn’t handle this relationship, it stressed you out to much. I thought everything was going good mutually good in all aspects of the relationship, but I guess I was wrong. After months of trying to unravel what I could have possible done wrong, I just had to find you and get the truth of why you left,”

He ignores your question as he bends his knees to try and get a look at your face. Your mind almost speeds up, unable to come up with a good enough half-assed response, you mouth blurts out the truth without much thought.

“I love that you’re able to pursue your dreams, and god Tom I wouldn’t want you to do anything to compromise that. But I want to be able to pursue my dreams too Tom. The only way I can do that is if I leave and doing a long-distant relationship hardly ever works out for anybody! I don’t want you wearing yourself out because of me and being long-distance was going to tear you apart,”

You sniffle away the tears building up in your eyes while focusing on the curves on the concrete.

“Darling, why didn’t you just talk to me? I would and do understand if you want to pursue something on your own. I would never want to settle for anything less. “

He reaches out a finger to find a place under your chin to lift your head gently so your eyes will meet. You glossy eyes meet his soft, gentle brown eyes and that alone makes you want to cry. You never meant to cause pain to reach those eyes, you just thought you were doing yourselves a favour.

“Baby, we could’ve done this together you know that. We would’ve never survived our first year together if we didn’t talk stuff out. Trying to make a relationship work with a person I’ve loved since our first date is worth the endless amount of stress life causes. Y/N, my darling, I would do anything to make you happy but also stay in my arms forever,”

His soft tone makes your knees weak and that is when the dam of tears breaks from your eyes and they flow down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I-I just thought I was doing the right thing for both of us. I was watching a movie and I started stressing my sell-out and just thinking for myself .I’m sorry I put you through this, I know I can’t turn back time, but please forgive me for causing you any pain because my love for you got me all fucked up, “ You say trying wipe away the salty tears dripping down your face.

“I’m not mad nor am I upset with you. I’m just glad I can have you back in my life again.”

Tom smiles even bright as he pulls lightly on the hand he has a hold of to drag your body over to his. He embraces you into his warmth and your body curls into him and all you can think is there is no place you’d rather be.

“Now, why don’t we go back to your place and catch up on some sleep huh? Then you can give me tour around your new place and make up for lost time,”

He hums into your hair as you pull back from his embrace to look up, wiping your eyes with your sleeve to look at Tom more clearly.

“Yeah, I’d like that”.

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dameronsgalaxygal · 4 years ago

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I’ve Been Waiting For You - Chapter 12: The Winner Takes it All

series masterlist

Pairing: modern!poe x reader

Word Count: 3323

Warnings: ANGST with some fluff at the end, slight psychical (domestic) violence (a slap), mentions of abusive relationship, language.

Song: The Winner Takes it All by ABBA

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE. Thank you all for being so patient with me and sending me all the love. Its been a few months since I updated and I HOPE it doesn’t happen again, cause I didn’t like not updating even though it was good for my mental health. BUT IM BACK AND BETTER AND UPDATED. I love you guys so much. This chapter may be heavy to some readers, so read at your own risk. As usual, don't forget to listen to the song, and comments and feedback are always welcome! Taglist is open!

Summary: You confront Kyle and are brought back to the day before you left for Florida.

You had to be dreaming. You must have fallen asleep on the couch and this was some sick nightmare, because there was no way your ex boyfriend was standing in front of you.

Oh, but he was.

An overwhelming amount of emotions flooded your body as you looked at Kyle. Fear. Confusion. Panic.

“K-Kyle,” You nearly whispered, “What are you doing here?”

“I came to find you.”

“A year and a half later?” You wanted to ask but refrained. It made no sense why he was here. Since you had left New York, Kyle had only called you once. You had taken it as a sign that he had given up, but him standing in front of you said otherwise.

You swallowed hard, “What do you want?”

“You.” He said bluntly.

“How did you find me?” You asked, your voice shaking.

“I have my ways,” Yep, there’s the smart ass you remembered, “ Can I come in?” He took a step forward but you closed the door slightly, your body blocking him from going any further.

“No.”

“Y/N..”

“I need you to leave.” You had tears welding in your eyes. Every moment you had spent with Kyle in the past were just bad memories now. You didn’t need to be brought back, and you especially didn’t need to watch him plead his way back into you.

Since you had moved to Miami, you had grown so much stronger. You were able to speak about what Kyle had put you through both physically and mentally. You had felt so much better, not focusing on the past and being able to look toward the future. Poe was a big part of that. You would have never guessed you would have spilled your trauma to the pilot who flew you to your new beginning, let alone become your boyfriend.

But then your boyfriend lied to you. Sort of. You weren’t really upset that he didn’t tell you the truth at first. He had held in something traumatic that happened to him just like you did. What hurt was what he said to you. He told you you were selfish, only focusing on you, not giving a shit about other people's issues. He called you a coward, saying you were going to leave Miami just like you left New York only because you were upset with what he was saying, understandably. None of which was true.

You and Poe had completely different things that you had gone through, both having been extremely painful. Sure, they were different scenarios, but that didn’t mean that your pain mattered more than the his. These were the things you would help each other with.

Kyle sighed loudly, looking around, “Can I just come in? Let’s talk, shake hands. I deserve that much.”

You just stared at him. Was he really that much of an idiot?

“Kyle, I said no.” He never understood that word.

He clenched his jaw, “Y/N, I traveled all this way for closure. I am not leaving until I get it.” His tone was dangerous and familiar. Maybe you were a fool for your next action, but you weren’t sure what else to do but give him what he wanted. Just like you used to do when you were together.

You opened the door up a little more with a sigh, nodding as he walked in. He walked fully into your living room as you closed the front door and stood in your same position.

He examined the apartment before looking back at you, “Nice place. You live alone?”

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. “Two roommates.”

He nodded, “They home?”

“No.” What the hell are you doing giving him answers he didn’t need?

He sat down on the couch, opening his mouth to speak before you cut him off.

“I don’t want to talk about things we’ve gone through.” You said blatantly.

He glared at you, jaw clenching once again. You looked at him before looking away and taking a shaky breath.

“You hurt me. But it’s history now and I have nothing to say to you. I moved here to be happy.”

“What, you weren’t happy with me?” He stood up.

“No.”

He tilted his head up slightly in thought, furrowing his brow.

“That’s funny, I don’t recall you saying you were unhappy while I was fucking you against the wall multiple times a day,” He smirked.

“That’s because I didn’t know how to tell you without you threatening me!” You snapped. If it were a year ago, there was no way in hell you would be confronting Kyle. But Miami and Poe had changed you for the better. Poe would be proud of you for standing up for yourself. But Poe wasn’t here.

“Threatening you? Threatening you?” He chuckled dryly, taking a step toward you, “Name one time I threatened you.”

“I can name plenty.”

“Please,” He gestured for you to speak, “Enlighten me.”

You took a shaky breath, watching him carefully as he crossed his arms.

“Y-you told me if I didn’t have dinner on the table when you got home that you would make me sleep on the couch for being a ‘disrespectful woman’.”

He shrugged, “What’s so bad about that?”

“It’s rude. I didn’t have to do everything for you. I wasn’t your toy.” You scoffed, looking away.

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“It’s not funny, Kyle. You put me through so much emotional pain, not to mention the multiple times you laid your hand on me. I have nothing more to say. There is no closure to be made. Now please leave.”

He seemed shocked by your tone. You had never spoken to him like this, so he was very much caught off guard.

“Since when have you been little miss tough girl?”

You scoffed, “Since I found someone who loves me and cares for me.” Even though you and Poe had gotten into a fight, you had no doubt Poe still loved you.

Kyle cocked his eyebrow, “Well you moved on fast.”

Your face started to heat up with anger, “Yeah, well that’s cause I found someone I deserve. I was tired of your bullshit Kyle. You are a jackass who disrespects women. I was tied down to you and I was unhappy. You screamed at me and shoved me and I had had enough. So I left when I had the chance. And over the course of the last year and a half I have grown. I have grown and I am happy. I have someone who loves me and treats me the way a woman should be treated. So get the fuck out of my apartment.”

With that, the back of his hand smacked you hard across the face and you fell to the floor, grabbing your cheek. He looked down at you, gritting his teeth.

“Don’t talk to me like that!”

“Get out!” You tried to scream but it only came out as a whimper.

“I don’t even know why I stayed with you to begin with. The only thing you were good for was sex and putting food on the table.”

You looked up at him, your breath picking up.

“I tried. I tried to come here and apologize for my actions. It’s not my fault you don’t fucking listen.”

“You were stupid to think I would really accept your apology.” You mumbled. He lifted his hand again and you curled into yourself, squeezing your eyes shut to prepare for his next strike. He just sighed heavily before taking a step back.

“Forget it, you aren’t worth it.” He scoffed before leaving, slamming the door behind him.

Almost in time with the sound of the door, you choked out a sob, covering your mouth. You had to hold it together in front of Kyle. If he saw your weakness, he would have taken advantage of it.

You had been doing so well. You were growing and accepting yourself. You were learning to not allow him to hold you back. Until now. It was feeling like that day you decided to leave all over again. You thought you had gotten away for good, that you had nothing to worry about. You were wrong.

You cried loudly for a few minutes before gaining enough strength to stand up and walk over to the couch. You collapsed onto it, hands shaking as you reached for your phone to dial for Poe.

Your breathing was heavy, a mix between sobs and hiccups.

““Pick Up. Pick Up. Pick Up.” You whispered into the phone. This seems familiar, you thought.

“Hey.” Poe said, sighing in relief. It seemed as though he had been waiting for you to call.

“P-P-Poe…” You whimpered.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” His tone changed from relief to worry.

“No.”

“What’s going on? Are you safe?”

“I don’t know.”

“Baby what are you talking about?”

“K-Kyle.” Your cheek was really starting to sting now.

You couldn’t see it, but Poe’s face flushed with anger.

“What about Kyle?”

“H-He w-was h-here.”

“What?”

“He found me somehow a-and he said he wanted closure and I was an idiot and let him inside and I confronted him and told him to leave an-and he…” You swallowed hard, trying to contain yourself.

“He what, Y/N?” His jaw clenched.

“He hit me.”

Silence.

“P-Poe?”

“Is he gone?”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you, “Yes. I think so. He was about to hit me again but then told me I wasn’t worth his time and he left.”

“Where are you right now?”

“On the couch in my living room. Poe I need you. P-please.” You let out a sob.

Poe’s heart broke. He was on the other side of the country for at least another day.

“Sweetheart..”

“I’m sorry Poe. I’m sorry for walking out on our anniversary. Just, please.”

Poe swallowed hard, “Don’t you dare apologize. This was not your fault at all. I said hurtful things that I regret and I haven’t gotten any sleep because I know how it tore you apart. And for that I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

You sniffled, “I forgive you. Can you please come home?”

He sighed, “Y/N..”

“I’m scared of being alone. Rey is away for the weekend and Rose is out with her friends. I don’t know what to do.”

All Poe wished he could do was snap his fingers and be there to hold you and remind you how much you are worth it. But life doesn’t work that way.

“Okay, okay. Deep breaths. I’ll see what I can do.”

You sniffled and nodded, wiping your eyes. “Okay.”

“If I hang up for a few minutes do you think you’ll be okay? Or do you want me to stay on the line?” His voice was soft to keep you calm.

“I think I’ll be okay.” You said shakily.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay…”

“Poe?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He smiled softly, “I love you too. I’ll talk to you in a few, okay?”

“Okay.” You hung up, taking a deep breath and tossing your phone back on the coffee table.

You covered your face, taking a few deep breaths like Poe had instructed you to do.

After a few minutes you stood up from the couch and made your way to the bathroom. You grabbed a washcloth, dampening it with warm water and gently stroking it along your bruised cheek. A small blue and purple bruise was forming underneath your eye and you sighed, shaking your head. It was all too familiar.

A knock on the door caused you to jump. You turned your head to look toward the door, lip already beginning to quiver. There was no way Poe had gotten here so quickly, which meant it was probably Kyle again.

You stood frozen, terrified of what would happen if you opened the door again.

“Y/N?” A female voice made you furrow your brow.

“Y/N, open up. It’s Leia.”

Leia? What was Leia doing on this side of Miami? She lived at least forty minutes away. However, you needed someone at this point, so you ran to answer the door.

“Leia.” You whispered.

“Hi hon.” She smiled softly.

“What are you doing here?” You sniffled.

“Poe called me. Luckily I was nearby visiting a friend.”

You sighed in relief, eyes forming tears once again.

“Can I come in?”

“Please,” You gestured for her to come inside.

She walked in, setting her bag down on the counter and then pulling you into a hug.

You hugged her tightly, small sobs escaping your lips as you cried into her shoulder. You clutched onto her shirt and she sighed.

“Let it out.”

“I was so scared. I did my best to stand up for myself but h-he..”

“I know. Poe told me. It’s okay. You don’t need to talk about it.”

You nodded and sniffled, finally calming down.

“Here,” Leia pulled back, “Let me see.”

You stood up straight as she gently ran her thumb along your bruised cheek.

“Ice and Advil should reduce the swelling. Do you know where he went?”

You shook your head, “I don’t know. I don’t know how he got my address or even knew I moved to Florida!”

She nodded, “Okay, well you aren’t going to stay here tonight. Are you comfortable with coming to my house for the night? Poe will be back tomorrow.”

You nodded. You just didn’t want to be alone, even though Rose would be back later. You weren’t as close to Rose. Leia was not only your boss, but Poe's aunt. You felt connected to her, and you were sure she knew about your past. Poe told Leia everything.

“Let me just pack a bag real quick.”

She smiled softly and nodded as you went to your room, packing up a change of clothes and pajamas along with some toiletries and your blanket.

You sent Rose a text letting her know you were going to be gone for the night and that you would be home sometime tomorrow. She didn’t reply, but you figured it was because she was out drunk at the bar. She’d realize you were gone eventually.

The drive to Leia’s house seemed shorter than it was, only because Leia managed to keep your mind off of Kyle. She talked to you about new books that were arriving in the shop, gave you more restaurant recommendations, and even talked you through your argument with Poe.

“He’s a boy. He doesn’t think before he speaks.” She’d say. You cracked a small smile.

“I’ll just tell you this, that boy loves you immensely. He’s been in love with you since he saw you get off the plane from New York. You have nothing to worry about” She said. You looked at her, lips parting slightly. She just looked at you and smiled before continuing to drive. Leia really did know everything.

The rest of the evening was comfortable. Her house was small but cute, with only two rooms and one bathroom. You were introduced to Leia's husband, Han, who wouldn’t stop cracking jokes. Normally you would tell him they were extremely cheesy, but you needed all the smiles and laughs you could get. Leia let you take the guest room and offered you the shower. You had been so emotionally exhausted, you just decided to slide into bed after thanking Leia and Han for offering you their home.

You laid down with an ice pack pressed gently against your cheek as you scrolled through your phone when a text popped up.

Hey. Called in tomorrow. Catching the next flight back to Miami. I won’t be back until late, so don’t wait up. Aunt Leia told me you’re at her place. I will see you first thing in the morning. I love you baby. Sleep well. - Poe

You smiled softly to yourself. He really cared about you so much that he called in to his job, as a pilot, to catch a flight home, when he isn’t piloting, to get home to you quicker. Just like Leia said, he loved you immensely.

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You woke up the next morning to a familiar voice, the voice that had helped you grow so much the past year.

“Baby,” Poe’s voice caused your eyes to flutter open slowly. It took you a moment before you realized who it was. Your eyes widened when it came to you.

Without a word, you sprung up, throwing yourself into him. You held him as close as you could, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Poe sighed, nuzzling his head into your neck, “Me too.”

You stayed in silence for a moment before Poe spoke, “I’m going to find him, and I am going to beat his ass.”

You chuckled, pulling back and resting your forehead on his.

“I love you, but you don’t have to do that.”

He frowned when he saw your cheek, “Y/N, he did this to you..” He ran his thumb under your eye gently.

You sighed, “I know.”

“That’s not okay. He needs to be arrested.”

“I don’t know where he is now. For all I know he could have gone back to New York.”

Poe sighed and nodded, kissing the tender spot softly.

“How do you feel about staying with me for a bit? He doesn’t know me or my address, so he won’t know where you are. Just… until we have a pretty good idea he’s not here anymore.”

You smiled. Part of you hoped he would say that.

“I’d love that.”

He smiled widely, “Good, cause I took the week off. Family emergency.”

You shook your head, “You didn’t need to do that for me…”

“Yes I did. Because I love you, I care about you, and you and your safety is important to me.” He put his forehead on yours.

You took a shaky breath, “Thank you.”

He smiled as Leia walked in.

“How’re the lovebirds?”

You giggled as Poe stood up, walking over to her and wrapping his arm around her, kissing her head.

“Thank you for checking on her and bringing her here on such short notice.”

“Of course. She’s like family. She makes you happy.” She winked at you.

You smiled softly, looking down at your lap.

He smiled over at you before looking back down at Leia.

“I think I’m going to take her back to my place for the week just so I know she’s safe.”

Leia nodded, “If you two need anything, you let me know.” You nodded.

“Oh, and Y/N?” You looked up at Leia, “Take the week off.”

Your smile dropped, “Leia…”

“Please. Spend time together. I know you want it.”

You looked at Poe and he nodded, in which you smiled softly.

“Thank you.”

She winked again before clapping her hands together.

“Alright, I know it's been a rough last 24 hours, but I made french toast. Care to stay for a little while longer?”

“Hell yeah,” Poe chuckled, “How could I ever pass up Auntie's famous recipe?”

You giggled and nodded, “I’d love some.”

She smiled widely and nodded, “It’ll be ready in ten. I’ll leave you two alone..”

She walked out as you got out of the sheets, walking to Poe. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you put your hand on his cheek.

“I’m sorry about all the things I said to you…” He started.

You shook your head, “Later.”

He nodded, leaning down to kiss you slowly. You smiled through it, arms snaking around to wrap around his neck as he pulled you closer against his chest.

The spark you had missed the last couple days was finally back, and you were content, regardless of your confrontation with Kyle. You really couldn’t complain. He was home.

Kyle tried to break you once again, and in the moment you felt you had lost everything all over again. Your confidence, your happiness, yourself. But Poe was here to remind you that you hadn’t. You were still that beautiful, talented, strong woman he had gotten to know and love. You weren’t a loser. You were a winner, and the winner takes it all.

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years ago

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Empires on the Horizon XIV

Jason is a CEO: Part XIV

masterlist for other parts, more jercy, bad headcanons, and an abundance of crackships

SURPRISE!!! i finally got my laptop back and thankfully they didn’t have to wipe anything so i still had all my work! Between you and me i was more worried about all my fanfics than my uni work...... But I’ve learned my lesson. Do everything on google docs now!! Anyway this is a Percy POV and i hope you enjoy because i’ve missed this little universe more than you could possibly know and we’re finally (only fourteen chapters later) getting to the jercy part of this fic?! LOL it’s been wild.

i know i’m releasing a ton of fanfics at the moment so i hope you guys don’t feel overwhelmed. You know i adore your comments and thoughts but please don’t feel pressured to read all the fics i’m posting. I’ve just had a lot of time in the last weeks so it’s been easier to create. Please take care of yourself, i love you very much and i hope you have a magical holiday season!

Percy Jackson stretched his legs out in front of him and draped a blanket over them. There were few things he indulged in, but a good plane seat was one of them. He was spoilt for it but having the space to lay his unreasonably tall body down for eight hours seemed like a worthy investment. The announcements that continuously filtered through the crackly speakers were background noise as the bustle of people getting to their seats flowed throughout the cabins. He stared out his little window at the neon-jacketed guides and airport officials directing people to wherever they needed to be. He loved watching people just do things. There was something calming about knowing others weren’t interested in him in any way. That people got on with their lives despite the turmoil nobody knew about.

A flight attendant stopped next to him with a polite smile, “Champagne sir?”

“No thank you, a water please. Too early for alcohol.” He grimaced.

Mirth danced in her eyes as she glanced up at the rest of the passengers, some dangling flutes between their fingers. “Absolutely sir, anything else?”

He shook his head, before leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. His pre-flight ritual, which consisted of him snuggling as comfortably as possible it his seat and trying to fall asleep, was already behind. The presence of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed CEO taking up the scattered pieces of his mind. It was crazy to think they had met almost a year ago, crazier still to think that about how much they had changed in that time. Percy at least felt like a completely different person to the one who had stepped off a plane from Hawaii all those months ago and attended his alma mater’s dinner. Although the university had surprised them with plaques honouring their contributions, it was seeing Jason Grace, learning about him that felt like the real reward. Hell, he was only half joking when he said he’d marry the guy the next Tuesday.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We will be taking off shortly. In the meantime please turn your attention to the screens in front of you for a video detailing the safety measures you will need to know while aboard this flight.”

He blinked back into the world and turned half his attention to the screen and the other half to locating the blonde he couldn’t seem to keep away from. He knew the safety briefings by heart, but he always felt bad for not paying attention. Someone worked hard to make those. He didn’t spot Jason in the two minutes the video played and then it was too late because the plane gave a low rumble and suddenly, they were lurching into motion. His heart climbed to his throat and he gripped his fingers underneath the blanket.

“Okay Percy,” He mouthed to himself, “You can do this. It’s at most fifteen minutes of instability and then you’ll be up in the air and you won’t even feel it.”

“Just fifteen minutes.” He kept repeating, taking deep shaky breaths. “Fifteen minutes.”

The plane jaggered down the runway, slow enough that he could still read the road signs indicating altitudes and compass directions and all sorts of fun information he didn’t care about. He felt the huge machine turn into the long stretch of tar that led them to the sky and his stomach clenched painfully. This was always the worst part. Take off. It felt like his entire body flew off with the plane while he stuck to the ground, superglue cementing him to the floor with no escape. He didn’t feel free. He felt torn.

The plane gave a horrible lurch and then it was screaming down the runway, grass and yellow lines blurring past them. They were going so fast he’s sure they’d break the sound barrier. He squeezed his eyes shut. Knuckles white as he twisted his hands together. The plan flew down the road and into the sky. His whole body felt suspended in space. He wanted to come down. He didn’t want to be here. Even with his eyes closed he could feel how high they were. He hated it.

Slowly, the plane started to level out until he felt his body realign: feet under him, hands beside him, head above him. He opened his eyes, spots dancing in his vision as they got used to the light once more. The seatbelt sign dinged above him, and a series of clicks followed. People got up to use the bathroom and grab things from the overhead compartments. He wasn’t going to get up until he was out of this plane. So he shoved his headphones over his ears and pressed play.

I will always love you how I do

Let go of a prayer for you

Just a sweet word

He gazed out the window, clouds close enough to whisper to, and his lips pulled up in a soft smile. The sky was beautiful. It just sucked that they had to get into a death trap to get to it. With his ocean eyes pinned to the balls of cotton hanging in the blue expanse his mind drifted. Reyna. He blinked. It was almost shameful how little he had thought of her since their breakup considering their year together. She had taught him tai quan do and baked him blueberry tarts. They had escaped to a little bubble in the forest and watched the leaves turn brown as they tumbled in bed. He knew she tapped her right foot when she was annoyed but her left fingers danced when she was excited. He knew she liked her eggs fried hard because she didn’t have time for sloppy yolk, but she liked them scrambled soft because it meant a richer croissant. But despite this she did not light his soul on fire. And he did not light hers either. They were merely striking matches without wood to burn. He heaved a sigh as he watched the threads of his relationship flutter before his eyes and fell asleep to them disappearing in gold strands leaking into the clouds. He succumbed to the bright sun and the soft warmth of memories and he didn’t wake until a loud announcement gave the signal that they were landing.

It was over so fast he didn’t have time to panic and he was grateful. Finally he was collecting his bags and walking out. A driver with his surname scribbled on a plaque stood front and center and with a quick flash of his ID and a hello they were piling into the car. He didn’t get a chance to see the blonde beauty, but the island was small and time was a plenty. They would find each other again.

“To the hotel sir?”

“Yes Luca, and then please stick around for half an hour. It’s just a quick freshen before I go to work. We have a lab meeting.”

The man nodded and then focused on the busy Italian streets they were navigating. He took in the colours and sounds as they whizzed by. It felt like a different universe. People were loud and excited and full of life and the little markets seemed to pull energy from the sun and direct it into joy. He wanted to tell Luca, to pull over, screw work, and take in the beauty of this little section of the world. But his phone buzzed in his pocket and he knew with a disappointed sinking in his chest that adventure would have to wait.

“Hello Percy,” Rachel Elizabeth Dare bubbled, ‘I assume you’ve arrived?”

“Yes Rach,” He sighed but amusement caught between his lips, “Have you got news for me?”

“No,” She sounded suspicious, “Why would I have news for you?”

“Because you only track my exact times when you want something but you’re too scared to ask me so you wait till I’m halfway across the country before asking.” He wanted to laugh as she made an indignant sound.

“Okay fine,’ She grumbled, “I wanted to know if I could close up the scuba for the weekend. I met a girl and i wanted to go out on Friday night with her.”

He couldn’t hold in his laugh any longer, “Of course you can Rachel. But I’m curious to know…” He trailed off.

“Ugh you are impossible.” He could imagine her eye roll so vividly. “It’s Clarisse. The principal from your old school.”

“Well, well, well,” He grinned, “I better be getting premium seats to the wedding.”

“Why does everything always end in weddings for you?” She groaned.

“Scuse me for wanting a happily ever after.” He scrunched his face, “Oh and guess who’s here?”

“Is this a good guess or a bad one?”

“Good.” He smiled, “Very good.”

She gasped, speaker crackling at his ear, “Tell me!”

“Jason Grace.”

“What?” She squealed, “Are you guys going to have hot rebound sex and then realise you like each other more than just casual fuck-buddies and end up getting married and adopting like six children?”

He burst with amusement, “Slow down there Rach. I know I throw around the marriage idea, but kids seem like a big commitment.”

“You right,” She said decidedly, “Kids are a lot of effort. Just get married then. But no eloping!” He pictured the crease in her freckled brows. “I want to be a bridesmaid.”

“Can’t promise anything,” He giggled.

“Perseus Jackson!” She scolded.

“Oof the full name.”

“I will tell your mother and she will kick your ass.”

“Okay, okay,” He laughed, “No eloping. I have to go. But remember to take the keys for the scuba with you. We do not need the fire department breaking the door again.”

She grumbled about hating him and then blew him a kiss and ended the call. With a smile still playing on his lips he thanked Luca and rushed into the hotel. Thankfully the check in was painless and fast and he was stumbling into his room in no time. He barely had time to appreciate the gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows and the ocean view it laid out before him. He promised himself he would take the time when he got back.

Quickly he hopped into the shower cursing when he realised he’d forgotten to take his socks off. With a horrified shudder he peeled them off and chucked them into the laundry basket, thankful it gets emptied every day. The water beat against his back, fogging up the glass and calming the racing in his veins. He gave himself the luxury of one extra minute to just take a deep breath and screw his head back onto his shoulders and then he jumped out and shoved on a pair of black slacks and a white button down. He didn’t bother to do the top few buttons, figuring he’d have time in the car. Instead he fastened a watch to his wrists, rolled up the sleeves till they sat at his forearms– any attempt to bear the Italian heat– and then he slid his feet into a pair of sleek ankle boots and mussed his damp curls. With half a moments glance at the mirror to make sure his face didn’t have patches of sun-cream and his collar was straight he grabbed his briefcase and walked out.

Glancing at his watch distractedly he rounded the corner, only to bump right into a hard chest.

“Oh,” He frowned, stepping back into a door. “Jason.”

“Hey,” The blonde smiled, “What a coincidence?” He laughed.

“You’re staying here?” It was really starting to feel like the universe was trying to tell him something.

‘Yep,” He gave a shy smile, blue gaze bright. “Guess you’re going to see a lot more of me then you expected huh?”

“I think you may be at more of a disadvantage than me.”

Jason looked at him, eyes dragging from his face down his body and eventually dropping to his shoes. Percy gave an involuntary shiver as the blonde tracked the same slow pace back up. “I think this could be very advantageous.”

“If you don’t stop staring at me like that I’m going to be very late for my meeting.”

He laughed, the previous sultriness giving away to a sparkle and flashing white teeth, “See you around Jackson.” He started walking away.

“Wait!” Percy called, “Date? Tonight? We can explore the city together?”

Jason smiled as bright as diamonds, “Sounds fun. Meet you in the bar at?”

He realised their time depended on when his meeting finished and suddenly, he wanted to cancel the whole thing and start now. ‘Seven thirty?”

“See you there. And have a good meeting.”

The blonde walked away, and Percy felt this time like he was floating away while his body remained superglued to the floor. He wanted to live in this feeling. Because this did not feel like being torn apart. This felt like coming home.

The elevator dinged down the passage and he crashed back to reality. With a string of curse words he raced for it and jumped in just as the doors began to close.

The meeting and subsequent lab tour felt endless and he concentrated on little less than half of what was being said, his mind more interested on the things waiting for him at the hotel, the person. But eventually it was over and him and Luca were cruising towards the Casa de Vita.

“Anything else you need sir?” His driver looked at him from the rear-view mirror as they turned into the hotel road.

“Recommend any good places for a first date?”

“Already met a lady sir?” Luca’s dark eyebrows almost touched his hairline in surprise.

“A man actually.”

The Italian chuckled, nodding his head as if in on some invisible joke, “The Tesora. It is just down the path and near the ocean.”

“Thank you Luca, have a goodnight.”

“And you sir.” Luca winked before peeling out of the entrance and fading into the setting sun.

Percy strolled to his room with a smile on his face, lost in a world full of possibilities. It was unsurprising then that he didn’t see the extra bag against the wall, or the shoes neatly placed by the door that weren’t his.

He took off his watch and undid the few buttons on his shirt, head lost to the glimmer of the ocean. He let his shirt fall open as he slipped off his shoes and walked towards the windows. The view really was spectacular. No matter how much he travelled it always blew his mind the places that existed, that he had yet to learn of. It was irresistible. It was perfect. It didn’t fail to cross his mind that the ocean was the exact same colour as a certain pair of gorgeous blue eyes. He blinked the image away, turning around, and his gaze landed on that exact aquamarine gaze.

“Jason?” He gasped, clutching his chest in surprise. “What are you doing in my room?”

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datheetjoella · 4 years ago

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Fantober 2020, Day 14: Emergency

Author: DatHeetJoella Fandom: Free! Pairing: MakoHaru Rating: T Part: 14/31 (read the full collection here) Word count: 1,622 Tags: Alternate Universe - Future Fish, Firefighter!Makoto, Baker!Haru, Fluff, Light Angst, Acquaintances to Lovers Read at: AO3, FFn, or right here!

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The second Makoto was about to sink his teeth into the chocolate cornet he bought at the bakery this morning, the signal went off. He dropped his lunch to the table and sped downstairs on muscle memory alongside his colleagues. They slipped on their protective suits and leapt into the truck. With blaring sirens, they rushed to the fire in the hopes of putting it out before it got out of hand.

Over the past year he spent as a firefighter, Makoto had grown accustomed to this. Although he'd been quite panicky at his first couple of fires, that quickly had to change in order to protect not just himself, but also his colleagues and their community. The reason he aspired for this profession was to keep people from harm's way, so he had developed the cool, level-headed demeanour this job required.

But this fire was different. The moment he heard where they were headed, blue eyes flashed through his mind and the anxiety crawled back with a vengeance, adrenaline levels spiking.

Every morning before work, Makoto visited Nanase's Baked Goods and Pastries, a small family bakery located on a street corner between a florist and a clothing store. The bread and sweets they sold were absolutely delicious, so he got both his breakfast and lunch there - and sometimes, an extra muffin as a treat. But now, this routine was endangered.

While the others voiced worries of the fire expanding to the stores beside it, Makoto was more concerned about the kind lady behind the register who always rang him up with a smile and the baker around his age who solely came out of the back to restock the shelves. The thought of anyone being hurt in a fire was awful, but especially if it were people he knew, or who he frequently saw but hadn't had the pleasure to get to know yet.

Makoto clenched his fists and willed himself to calm down. He needed to be ready to come to their aid if necessary. Collected and focused.

The fire truck arrived at the scene in record time, for the bakery was only a few blocks removed from the station. A large cloud of smoke wafted from the shop, but flames didn't lick out of the windows. Maybe it wasn't too late to prevent escalation.

The firefighters leapt out of the truck and, after assessing the situation, began to hose down the building. Along with one of his colleagues, Makoto went over to the small crowd of people that were gathered at a safe distance from the toxic fumes. His heart sighed in relief when he spotted Mrs. Nanase among them, but her face was contorted with fear and she clutched at her chest. That was when he realised the young baker wasn't beside her.

"Is anyone still inside?"

"My son, Haruka," Mrs. Nanase said, "He yelled at me to go and I thought he was following me out. It wasn't until I got outside that I saw he wasn't with me. I wanted to go back to get him but-"

There was no more time to waste. Makoto and his colleague put on their masks and entered the bakery. The front of the store was clear, but the door to the back was slid shut and smoke emerged from the crevices. When they opened it, they were hit with a thick wall of ash clinging to the air and could barely peer into the kitchen.

Through squinted eyes, Makoto could make out the source of the fire: one of the large ovens was engulfed in orange and yellow flames, blackening the heat-resistant metal. But he didn't see Haruka anywhere.

"Haruka! Are you here?"

A small cough broke through the crackling and Makoto's eyes scanned every corner of the room. Someone was lying on the floor next to an extinguisher, face covered with their shirt and Makoto dropped to his knees. When they cracked open an eye, Makoto confirmed it was Haruka; he'd recognise those immensely blue irises anywhere.

"I found him," Makoto said to his colleague and he scooped the baker off of the floor. "I've got you," he told Haruka, who gripped onto him for dear life and buried his face into his large coat, trying to stifle more coughs.

While his colleague confirmed there was no one else inside, Makoto took Haruka out of the danger zone, out of the claws of the smoke and blaze.

An ambulance had appeared in the meanwhile and he carried Haruka to it. The instant she spotted them, Mrs. Nanase ran over to her son, crying out his name and thanking Makoto profusely for rescuing him.

Makoto would've loved to stay and make sure Haruka was alright, but duty called. He flew back to the truck and grabbed a hold of a hose to assist his fellow firefighters in securing the perimeter.

The fire was resilient but not as powerful as initially seemed. They had responded quickly, before the fire had taken over the entire kitchen and had it under control about an hour later. When his colleagues assured him they could handle it from there, Makoto went back to the ambulance.

Haruka sat at the rear end with his legs dangling over the edge, wrapped up in a blanket and sipping on a bottle of water. A weight was lifted off Makoto's shoulders at the sight of him: he seemed to be doing okay. His mother stood by his side, but when she saw Makoto walking over to them, she approached him first.

"I never knew you were a firefighter," she said, then she bowed so deeply her long dark locks nearly swept across the floor. "Thank you so much for saving my son. I'll forever be grateful to you."

"Thank you, Nanase-san, but that's not necessary at all. I'm simply doing my job," Makoto said with a smile. This was the most rewarding part of his work: not being thanked, but knowing he made a difference.

Mrs. Nanase copied his smile and said, "I'll leave you two alone for a moment." She winked and before Makoto's blood had the chance to rush to his face, she was gone.

Makoto stepped closer to Haruka, but despite having had conversations similar to this a dozen times prior, he found himself at a loss for words. On numerous occasions, he had thought about making small talk with the handsome baker, but he never imagined that the first time they would speak to each other would be in a situation like this.

"You're the man who saved me," Haruka said, voice a bit croaky because of the smoke he inhaled. "Thanks. I suppose I owe you a lifetime's worth of pastries now."

"That's not necessary at all, I'm simply doing my job," Makoto said again, awkwardly waving his hands.

"Heroic deeds deserve rewards, don't they?"

"Knowing you're alright is enough of a reward for me."

The instant the words left his lips, Makoto wanted to tape himself up into a box and ship it to the other side of the country. Before he could begin to apologise, though, Haruka smiled. It was tiny, a slight twitch of the corners of his mouth, but it was definitely there and Makoto's chest filled with warmth. He spontaneously forgot what he was feeling embarrassed about.

"What's your name?"

"Makoto. Tachibana Makoto," he said, smiling a little too, "And yours?"

When Haruka frowned at him, he realised his mistake. "It's Haruka. Nanase Haruka," he spelled out and for a second, it was as though Makoto could read his mind. Idiot, it said. "But Haru is fine."

Makoto would've loved to chat about more nonsensical things and embarrass himself even further, but there were some important matters that needed to be addressed. "Say, Haru, what happened in there? Why didn't you follow your mom out?"

Haruka averted his eyes, fingers fumbling around his bottle. "One of the ovens suddenly malfunctioned and caught on fire. It was pretty small, so I thought I could put it out myself. I closed all the doors and windows to stop oxygen from getting to it, but when I tried to use the fire extinguisher, it didn't work. The smoke built up quickly and it was very disorienting. Before I knew it, I couldn't find the door anymore," he mumbled under his breath. "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused."

Makoto shook his head. "It was brave of you to try to put out the fire yourself, but it can be dangerous. Fire can spread really fast and inhaling a lot of smoke is bad, so for your own safety, it's better to get out of there when you can if the fire is too big to manage. I understand the bakery is very important to you, but nothing is more important than your life."

"You're right. I'll leave the extinguishing up to you professionals from now on," Haruka said, "Again, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, your intentions weren't bad," Makoto said with a slight smile, "But from now on, I'll take care of the fires if you take care of the baking. Because that is something I better stay away from for my own safety."

"Deal," Haruka said, but then he looked away again, abashed, "And maybe I can cook you dinner sometime too? To thank you for saving me."

An adorable pink blush lit up Haruka's cheeks and Makoto's stomach made a backflip of giddiness.

"I'd like that a lot," Makoto said, and he already couldn't wait.

Their dinner date took place the next weekend, and the weekend thereafter, until they ate together almost every day. Although the stove never malfunctioned, Haruka ignited a fire in Makoto's heart that was beyond extinguishing.

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daebak-dreams · 5 years ago

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𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 + 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘉𝘛𝘚 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘚/𝘖 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘸 (𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘺𝘦𝘳, 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘦𝘵𝘤...)

Anon asked: So, I was wondering, if you could of course, do a Mafia and Yandere BTS reaction where they discover that the S/O works for the law (as public prosecutor, judge, policewoman, whichever you think best) and she doesn't know they're mafia members she wants to capture? I hope it's understandable and sorry for the English

Ooohh this is a neat plot! No worries love! Your English is perfect! And here you go!

Seokjin

Having the love of his life, working with people who were trying to take him down? He would be distraught. The man who always knew what to do, didnt at this point. He knew he had to choose between the empire he built, and the life he built with you. It would be hard for him to choose but he finally decided. He would choose you in the end. As you told him, not wanting to hide it from him anymore, he put a hand up to you as if to say, “Say no more.” You were caught off by his reaction to finding out you were a lawyer going again him and his crew. He was frantically packing things as you stood there, trying to figure out what he was doing and if he was listening to you. He didn’t want you getting frustrated, and walked over to you, placing a hand on each side of your face with a sigh as he spoke, “I don’t care about anything else right now. My crew will be fine. But right now you and I need to get on my jet and get the hell out of dodge.” He said looking into your eyes before going back to closing his suitcase, grabbing it with one hand, and then your hand with the other. “I have wired money to my account in (different country/island) so we can start to rebuild there. I’m not going to let you go back to your old life, I’m going to take care of you from now on.” You tried to protest but he was t having it. He would have you by his side. He couldn’t let you go, even if it would take moving to another country, and starting his life over with you.

Namjoon

Finding this out, would set him back, ALOT. He would sit in his leather chair, in the safety of his office as he sat there, trying to figure out what the next move was, over the words of the man who was telling him everything he dug up about you. He felt a painful pang in the pit of his stomach when you walked in with a smile on your face, ready to go out to lunch with him as the two of you usually did on weekends. Your smile slowly fades as he greeted you with a serious expression instead of that smoldering smile of him that he only showed you. You felt your heart leap out of your chest, as you were sat down across from him and he pulled out his phone, showing a video of you going to work. You opened your mouth as you tried to explain, but nothing came out, to which he shook his head and clicked him tongue out. He ordered the man who brought you in to leave, which made you uneasy in your seat. You weren’t sure what was to happen next, as he walked behind you, and placed his hands, firmly on your shoulders. When it was just the two of you, he finally spoke, “(y/n)...why didn’t you tell me?” A heavy sigh left his body as a sigh of relief left yours. “You could have talked to me, I don’t care who you work for, I care about you.” He wanted you to know just how much he was there for you and how and how he wanted you to confide in him, no matter what it was. He did want there being secrets between you two, because he loved you so.

Yoongi

If he were to found out, you would better believe that getting far away from him or his men, would be the best option. Did he love you? Yes. However, he also loved his job. No, it wasn’t the money he loved, it was the people he took care of. They were his family, when everyone else left him in the dust. But now you were here, and part of that family after the time he spent with you and fallen for you. Though that all came crashing down once you told him the truth. You couldn’t hid it any longer. He had been nothing but good to you, plus those sly eyes and cold, hard stares was no help either. How could you not confess when he looked at you in certain ways? As you started to talk, all he could do was stare at you, however the way he looked at you, wasn’t a way you had seen before. It was cold, alone and angry. He was silent the whole time as you talked. After you were done, he moved his head to the side, as if in a thinking position, before he motioned for one of his men who was standing at the door, over to you. At this you started to panic. Was he going to k*ll you? Or worse...torture you? You were scared out of your wits as the man grabbed ahold of your arm, but it was Yoongi’s words that made the tears that started to form in your eyes stop. “I never want to see you again, do you understand? Never show your face around here.” At this you could help but sob as the man led you away and out of the house. However, as soon as he heard the sound of your crying and protesting go quiet and the sound of a car door close, he started to show how he really felt. His hands flew all over the place, glass items and furniture being flung and going crashing to the ground, the sound being so loud, it was sure to drown out his cursing. When he had no energy left he just stood there, within all the mess and chaos. It wasn’t that he wanted you to leave, more than anything, he wanted you to stay, but he knew that it was the best option for you to go; he wasn’t about to risk putting his men in danger, let alone you. This wasn’t the kind of life he wanted you to get mixed up in. Surely, if anyone else in this kind of business was to know about your true identity, then they would sure come for you even more.

Hoseok

Not knowing what to do, he would snap. His men had never seen him this way before. He was just a man in love, with someone who was normal from the everyday life he lived, or so he thought. Betrayal was a big thing to him, being as that’s what he felt from people outside of his small mafia community, so when the tables turned and someone just as important as you had betrayed him, that’s when he lost it. He wasn’t upset with you, per se. It was more towards the people you worked for that he detested. He grew upset and couldn’t help but make an outburst as he slammed his hand on the giant dinning room table the two of you sat at. He wanted the truth, but now that he was presented with it, he wished that he would have just kept his questions to himself. You didn’t know what else to do, but sit there in silence as he paced the room, with a ring-fingered hand stroking his chin. “Now what am I going to do-What am I supposed to do (y/n)?!” He didn’t mean to yell at you, but couldn’t help it, he was torn on what to do. Either let you go, or keep you. He couldn’t quite eliminate you just like he did with other people who tried getting information from him. He wouldn’t. He was at his wits end. Selfishly enough, he wanted you to stay with him, no matter under what circumstances, so he looked at you and said, “Leave your job and stay with me. I’ll take care of you.”

Taehyung

This man’s heart would break, after finding out the truth about you. Just like Hoseok, something inside of him would snap. You didn’t know what was going on when you were dragged into the main room of the mansion where “business” deals were made. This worried you for the fact you weren’t really brought in there, due to the violent nature of the status of the room, but also by the swift and gripping motion that his men had used on you. You admit this scared you, but that washed away once you saw a saddened Taehyung, sitting there on the floor, while looking at a file, with some snapshots of you. You’re secret was out, and there was no trying to deny it. You weren’t scared, being as he was always gentle and kind towards you, without showing you his violent side. No, you were sad, seeing him curled up on the floor like a child who had just found out something life changing but traumatic, like a divorce or finding out that the Easter bunny wasn’t real. You wanted to cling to him and console him, but you kept your distance, as you tried your best to explain everything in a few sentences. It was at this moment that he reached over to you and gripped onto a piece of the clothing you were wearing, he looked up at you with tears in his eyes as he asked, “Why, why, why? Were you with me, just so you could complete your jo-“ He couldn’t finish as he hung his head low and gritted his teeth, but never let go of you. It wasn’t until he looked up again that caught you by surprise,”Well I don’t care- (y/n) I love you..and I don’t care who you are. I’m not going to let you leave me.” He definitely had snapped, but he was more blinded by love. All the time and effort he spent on you wasn’t going to go to waste, and if anyone tried to rip you two apart, whether it be his people or yours; there would surely be hell to pay.

Jimin

You’d be surprised by what came next. You had a feeling of haziness as you woke up on the floor, only to see Jimin sitting on front of you. You weren’t sure what happened before this, but you had a hunch. Jimin held up a file, and along with some photos on a phone that one of his men snapped of you. He had been following you for sometime to which you got angry about. You asked Jimin why, knowing that you had trusted him the time while the two of you were together, in the which he replied, “I trusted you too; but here you were feeding information to the FBI.” He crouched in front of you with a tilt of his head and he tossed the phone back to its owner. “No, Jimin!-“ You tried to speak but was cut off by the feeling of his hand on your face, followed by his thumb on your lower lip. He looked at you for a while. His cocky smile, turning into a frown. “Why?” He asked with a small choked growl as his expression turned pained. “I loved you so much...I really though you had loved me too..” He said in a whisper as he pulled away and stood up. He had to regain himself again and that’s just what he did. He was still a gentleman about this as he told his men to take you home, safely and to forget this whole ordeal, and to forget you. It was the only way he could keep you safe. After this moment, he would never give his heart to anyone else again, because you still had it and he would surely go back for you again.

Jungkook

He had never felt so much pain and anger in one second. Yes, he was the youngest, out of all the gangs in the city, but he stil held himself together, making his appear older than what he was, but blindly falling in love for someone at his age, was still something he couldn’t help. When he found out by your true self, from word on the street of seeing you at work downtown, that’s when he knew that he was a fool. He was angry. Usually when someone double crossed him, they would get what was coming to him, but this was you they were talking about. He just couldn’t bring himself to hurt you, not now, not ever. This made things much harder. His right hand man would tell him that he had to do something or if not then he could possibly go away and do hard time for their history. However he wasn’t going to let that happen. He knew he had to let you down easy. If you were to get more involved with him, you would just meet with a terrible fate in the end, and although he didn’t want to live without you, he would rather do so, instead of living with you being six feet under. When he ordered his men to bring you upstairs to the rooftop of the bar he owned, you were sure that this was your fate for being found out, having him watch as you were thrown off his building, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, he gave you one last, longing look before pulling away from you and snapping his fingers and looking back towards the city as you got whisked away. He never said a word, no that would’ve been too hard to do, and what could he say? There was nothing. All he could do was stand there, a fist cupping his mouth, tears falling as you walked out of his life and back to yours.However, just like Jimin, he would surely show up in your life once again. It was like puppy love, and wherever you went, he was sure to follow.

-Admin Bonbori

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charming-oddities · 4 years ago

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I Got A Creepy Letter From The Person Who Used To Live In My House, And I Can’t Help But Wonder If What They Wrote Is True

I am so thankful that summer is finally here, but this morning I was kind of surprised when I looked at the calendar and saw that it was already May. April flew by, but thankfully it took the last of the chilly weather with it.

As I put my daughter down for her nap, I start to cover her up with an old baby blanket that my grandmother had made for me when I was a baby. Something about those hand-stitched roses lining the edges of the fabric feel like home, reminding me of summers of my childhood spent sitting on her living room floor, watching her hands work magic with that thread and needle. I quickly decide against using the blanket on my daughter as I wipe a bead of sweat off of my own temple with the back of my hand. Instead, I fold the blanket neatly and hang it over the railing at the foot of her crib. I turn and pull one of my grandmother’s old wall decorations out of the box on the floor and reach up to hang it on the nail on the wall across from where my daughter is now sleeping. I pull the newly-hung curtains to the side to allow a fresh summer breeze to come in through the window, carrying the scent of the former resident’s rose bushes in with it. While doing this, I notice the mail lady coming up the sidewalk. I tiptoe out of my daughter’s room and run to the door to greet her on the porch.

“You’ve got something for me?” I ask, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.

“Yes Ma’am.” She says, handing me a plain-looking envelope.

I accidentally snatch the envelope out of her hand and then apologize immediately. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little excited. This is the first piece of mail that I’ve received at this new address. I just moved in a couple of days ago.”

The mail lady smiles patiently. “I understand. Have a nice day.” She turns and walks toward the next house.

Feeling like a little kid opening their first present on Christmas morning, I start to tear open the envelope but stop as I notice that my address is scrawled in unfamiliar handwriting on the front. This excites me, even more, when I realize that my very first piece of mail might actually be a handwritten letter.

The “We Just Got A Letter” tune from Blue’s Clues pops into my head as I sit down and tear the rest of the envelope off, to reveal a few pieces of notebook paper covered front to back with small handwriting in blue ink. Anxiously, I begin to read:

Hello,

You don’t know me. Perhaps this is silly, but I feel an obligation to you that I write this. I’ve been thinking of you a lot for the past couple weeks, and there are some things that I think you need to know. If I were you, I would want to know.

I shift uncomfortably on the cement step of my front porch.

I used to live in your house. I grew up there, from 1993 until December of 2010. I drive by your house often, seeing as I take the main road to get to where I need to go. I suppose in a typical situation when a person drives by an old place from their past, their automatic instinct would be to turn their head and take a quick glance at the site where they spent so much of their childhood growing up. Well, that’s certainly not the case with me. When I drive past 17201, my eyes don’t flinch from the road in front of me. However, on the few occasions when I force myself to glance at the house, I immediately feel something staring back at me, every single time. It’s as if the home has a pair of eyes of its own, and they recognize me, too.

Like I said, there are some things that you need to know.

“Who would write such a thing,” I wonder. “And why would they want to make me feel uncomfortable here?”

In 1990, when my parents and sister (who was roughly a year old at the time) first started moving their stuff into the house, my mom noticed that crucifixes were hanging above every window and doorway inside. In a way, she found comfort in seeing them. My mother said that they made her feel safe, but my dad thought they were a little weird. Within the first few months of them living there, my mom noticed that one by one, the crosses started to disappear. She assumed that it was my dad who had been taking them down discretely because they had been making him uncomfortable. She thought it was sweet of my father to sort of take his time doing it like he was trying to be nice about it and ease the crosses away from her one at a time, so she wouldn’t be offended by their sudden absence.

One day, after the crosses had all been removed, my dad asked her where she had put them because he had favored one particular cross that had been hanging above the window in their bedroom. Of course, this upset my mother because she thought he was teasing her. Once she realized that he wasn’t, they actually searched the house for the crosses, thinking some of them might have just fallen off the wall and landed on a bed or behind the couch or something. They never did find them.

Without realizing it, I look away from the letter and walk to my car to grab my pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment. I place one between my lips with shaking fingers. Why are my fingers trembling?

After I was born, my sister and I shared the master bedroom. There would be nights when our mom would carry us to bed after we had fallen asleep on the couch and the phone would ring, or something would distract her, and she would leave the room. A few moments later, she would remember that she had forgotten to tuck us in, or that she hadn’t covered us up at all. She would return to our bedroom and stop in the doorway, confused to see that the blankets were already covering us, neatly tucked in under and around us while we were sound asleep.

My mother viewed whatever might have been in that house as harmless, or even protective, until a few years later when my sister would cry inconsolably until our mom would let us sleep in the living room. My sister would always say how she felt ill in our room like there was something bad in there. Growing up, we would spend our summers and weekends sleeping on the couch rather than in our own beds. When I was 7, my mom said she woke up in the middle of the night because she heard one of us crying and call out for her from our bedroom. Still half asleep, she got up and went into our bedroom and turned on the light, only to give herself a mini panic attack at the sight of an empty room, before remembering that my sister and I were actually on the other side of the country in Oregon visiting our uncle at that time.

We were always seeing and hearing strange things in that house. When any of us would sit in the recliner in the living room and watch TV, we would often see tall, dark shadow figures in the hallway, out of the corner of our eye. Eventually, we all just stopped sitting in that chair and started sitting on the couch or the floor so we couldn’t see into the hallway. There was a day when we were cooking dinner, and my dad just barged into the kitchen, demanding to know if any of us had just been in the hallway. We all just kind of looked at him like he was crazy, and he explained that he had just seen someone walk down the hallway and into our bedroom. He was worried that someone had broken in and been hiding in the house. Of course, neither he nor his baseball bat found anyone upon further investigation.

Whenever our cousins or friends would sleepover, we would all take turns between sleeping on the couches or on the living room floor. Our guests who were sleeping on the floor would often wake us up, scared because they heard weird noises in the basement under them. A lot of strange things happened in that basement. At one point, our cousin moved in with us, making a room down there. During his second week of staying there, he was awoken by the sound of humming and rustling bags. He started talking to my mom, assuming that the noises he was hearing were just her going through bags of dirty clothes and doing the laundry. When she didn’t respond, he got up and walked to the other side of the basement to the washing machine, only to discover that he was alone in the basement. When I was in middle school, I remember heading into the basement to toss some dirty clothes into a basket by the washer. When I got to the stairs, I froze. I looked up just in time to see the head and shoulder of a dark figure peek out from behind the furnace in the middle of the basement. Naturally, I dropped my clothes and ran like hell. From that day until the day that we moved out, I refused to go into that basement. My mom was often afraid to go in the basement alone, so she would make my dad go with her.

This strange phenomenon continued into my high school years. During my junior year of high school, I used to wake up at 5 in the morning, an hour before everyone else in the house so I could have the bathroom to myself to get ready for school. While doing this, I would usually listen to music through my headphones to help wake myself up. One particular morning when I was getting ready in front of the mirror, I started hearing a strange background noise that I knew wasn’t part of the music. I took my headphones out to see where the noise was coming from. At first, I thought the toilet was overflowing, but then I pulled back the shower curtain and discovered that the faucet in the bathtub had been turned on full pressure. Everyone else was asleep, and the knobs in the bathtub were really hard to turn. I struggled to turn the knob with both hands to shut the water off. By the time I finished applying my mascara that morning, I had convinced myself that it never happened. I mean, if whatever had the strength to turn on the old faucet in the bathtub, what else did it have the strength to do? Luckily, we didn’t live in that house long enough to find out. A couple months later, a week after my 17th birthday, we moved out.

I apologize for the length of this letter, but I assure you that this is just a brief summary of all of the strange things that have happened there in that house. At this point, you probably think that I am crazy. Or maybe you don’t. Maybe there is a reason why you read this letter to the very end. Maybe you have experienced some unexplainable things for yourself. Well, I am here to assure you that it wasn’t all in your head. Anything that you have seen or felt was very real. I also wanted to write you this letter because I have heard that the reconstruction or redecoration of any building can often trigger the activity of whatever might still be residing within it. Just know that you are not alone.

Please be careful.

I will continue to pray for you.

After reading the letter, I continue to sit on the front porch step. I stare at the traffic on the road in front of me and watch as the cars go back and forth in a hypnotic manner. I look at the pile of cigarette butts on the sidewalk in front of me and laugh out loud. I haven’t smoked this many cigarettes at one time since I was 18 years old. I am reluctant to admit that the letter definitely had me going there for a minute, but the person who took the time to write something so long and ridiculous to a stranger must have been bored, not to mention crazy. Too bad I don’t believe in that stuff.

I laugh again as I get up and go into the house to grab a water out of the fridge. I crumple up the letter and toss it into the trash can under the kitchen sink. Just as I head to the living room to sit on the couch, I hear my daughter giggling in her room. How is she awake already? I grunt, then head to check in on her. In her doorway, I freeze.

In her crib, I find my daughter laughing, cozily tucked in under my grandmother’s blanket, and pointing at the wall on the other side of the room. I turn my head and look. The wall is bare.

Where did my grandmother’s crucifix go? _______________________________ (C) Gina Clingan 2018 Originally published on Thought Catalog

#Gina Clingan #Horror #Creepy #Scary story #creepypasta

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Happy birthday, @welllpthisishappening ! For your special day (I hear it is a big birthday?), I wanted to incorporate things you love into a fic. That includes baseball, and if my ignorant self made any errors, I apologize! Anyway, I hope you enjoy discovering some of your favorite things in this fic. I admire you tremendously as a talented writer and overall wonderful person, and I wish you the very best of birthdays!

Summary: Emma Swan doesn’t do friends with benefits - too many feelings involved. But best friends with a guy she slept with once? Well, that’s completely different. So they get jealous every now and then, that’s not feelings - right? Based on the song by the Gin Blossoms.

Rated T for adult situations and language

Words: Almost 6,000

Also on Ao3 and part of my Fandom Birthday Playlist

Tagging the usuals:@snowbellewells @jennjenn615 @kday426 @let-it-raines @teamhook@kmomof4 @bethacaciakay @profdanglaisstuff @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @tiganasummertree@whimsicallyenchantedrose @snidgetsafan @delirious-latenight-laughs @winterbaby89 @distant-rose@shireness-says @xhookswenchx @optomisticgirl @spartanguard @branlovestowrite

And you know it might not be that bad, you were the best I ever had. If I hadn’t blown the whole thing years ago, I might not be alone.

What’s the cliche? Something about not wasting time looking in the rearview mirror because that’s not where your headed? Of course, Emma Swan has always been difficult, so to speak, with life maxims. It isn’t that she’s intentionally trying to be cynical, it’s just . . . Is she the only one who ever thinks through these cute sayings? Because, yeah, out the front windshield is your destination, but who doesn’t use their rearview mirrors when driving? What if someone with road rage is kissing your bumper? And don’t people pass slow drivers? Kind of need your rearview mirrors for that.

Of course, there’s probably some saying about not speeding through life or staying in your lane . . . ok, now she’s probably muddling the driving metaphors.

The point is, Emma finds herself looking in her proverbial rearview mirror a lot. They say “what ifs” are pointless, but she’s got plenty of them anyway. Most are painful. What if my parents had kept me? What if Neal and I really had gotten to Tallahassee? What if I had held him, just for a minute?

But others make her grateful. What if Ruth hadn’t taken in an angry, pregnant teen? What if David hadn’t been all “instant big brother”? What if Ruby hadn’t been assigned the office right next to mine?

The one that plagues her the most, however, is What if I had never slept with Killian Jones? Not that the night itself wasn’t great - it was. Not that Killian didn’t graciously ignore the constant elephant in the room - he did. Not that they weren’t best friends despite it all - they were.

She just wondered sometimes . . . she wasn’t even sure, she just . . . wondered. Her sexual partners all fit into three categories: Neal (relationship), one night stands, and Killian, who was . . . what exactly? Her best friend she slept with that one time? The one night stand who became her best friend? Her best friend who just so happened to be a little drunk and sort of lonely at the exact same time she was a little drunk and sort of lonely?

None of their (mutual) friends knew about what happened between the maid of honor and the best man at David and Mary Margaret’s wedding. After all, she and Killian had never met until that weekend. It should have been a perfect one night stand situation - he lived in Seattle. As in, on the complete opposite side of the country. Then his college best friend had to go and get him a job at Storybook Biz.

Thanks a lot, David.

And just like that, her one night stand was across the hall every day at work. It should have been awkward.

Only it wasn’t. And now Emma’s constantly pondering that damn rearview mirror . . .

Tell me do you think it’d be alright if I could just crash here tonight? You see I’m in no shape for driving, and anyway, I’ve got no place to go.

Killian knocking at Emma’s door at a quarter to midnight wasn’t necessarily an oddity. But Killian knocking on her door at a quarter to midnight when he was supposed to be on a date? That wasn’t exactly common.

“Are you drunk?”

He stumbled past her, running his fingers through his already disheveled hair. “Only slightly.”

“I take it the date didn’t go well,” she muttered as she closed the door.

Killian kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto her couch without preamble. “I suppose it depends upon your point of view.” He flung his arm over his face wearily. Emma sat at the opposite end of the couch and propped his feet in her lap.

“Okay, Obi-Wan, enlighten me.”

His voice was muffled beneath his forearm. “Before the appetizers even arrived I knew everything I never wanted to know about Aladdin.”

“Which one, the cartoon or the new one with Will Smith?”

Killian chuckled as he caught her eye, his arm sliding up to rest on his forehead. “Jasmine’s ex.”

Emma’s eyebrows flew to her hairline. “Your date’s name was Jasmine, and her ex is Aladdin? Seriously?”

“I couldn’t make this up if I tried, love. Anyway, I suppose the evening ended well for them since I basically assisted in getting them back together. She raced out of the restaurant to meet him, leaving me with a platter of wontons.”

“Are you trying to date or run some sort of relationship rehab?” Emma asked as she propped a throw pillow on his feet and hugged it to her chest.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Emma shrugged. “This was your first date since Ariel, and you were only helping her make Eric jealous.”

“Which also worked, I’d like to point out.” He grabbed a fistful of his hair as a light seemed to dawn in his eyes. “You know, Swan, you may be onto a new career for me.”

Emma rolled her eyes and then smacked him in the stomach with the pillow. “Shut up. You better not abandon me to Scarlett. There would be bloodshed in the office.”

Killian grabbed the pillow, holding it just out of her reach as she tried to snatch it back. “Are you trying to say that I’m the most brilliant cover designer at SB?”

“No,” Emma huffed, lunging across Killian’s torso to finally get hold of the pillow, “I’m saying you’re much less of a dick than Scarlett.”

Though Killian was the best cover designer they had on staff, and everyone knew it. Including Killian.

“I’d also reconsider your dating choices,” Emma continued, shifting so she was wedged between him and the couch.

“Swan,” Killian groaned, “not this again. You haven’t liked anyone I’ve dated.”

“That’s not true!”

“You didn’t like Ursula.”

“She was too old for you.”

“Belle.”

“She was actually into Scarlett the whole time, and really, how many women can you say that about?”

“Zelena.”

“You didn’t like Zelena! You found an excuse to bail before the menus arrived.”

“Okay, she was scary. But what about Tink? You despised Tink.”

“Well of course. She calls herself Tink for God’s sake.”

He arched one brow at her, then tickled her feet until she kicked him lightly in the ribs. “Okay, I’ll concede, Tink was a little on the eccentric side.”

“You know, I see a pattern here. Jasmine, Ariel, Belle. Should I start calling you Prince Charming?”

Killian gave her his trademark grin, the one that was lopsided and slightly cocky. “I dated a woman named Tink, love, maybe you should call me Captain Hook.”

Emma barked a laugh and dug her toes into his collar bone. “With a perm and a waxed moustache?”

“I could pull it off.”

He probably could, the bastard. Emma swung her feet around and stood up with a grunt.

“I should probably get you some water and an aspirin.”

Killian took the throw pillow she’d discarded and placed it behind his head. “I didn’t have all that much to drink, honestly. Just thought I’d play it safe and crash here? The restaurant was only a block away.”

He gave her his best puppy dog face, and Emma rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

“And I didn’t have anything else to eat after the wontons.”

“I’ll make you a grilled cheese.” She was grumbling as she headed for the kitchen, but in truth she was glad he’d stopped by.

She was always glad when he stopped by. It had nothing to do with his bad date with Jasmine. Nothing at all.

“Only thing is,” Killian sighed as she pulled the frying pan out of her kitchen cabinet, “now I don’t have a date to the charity ball.”

“Oh,” Emma muttered as she got out the bread and cheese. She turned to get the plates, and smiled to see Killian already there, handing them to her. They moved about the kitchen with practiced ease until the sandwiches were ready. Killian grabbed some sodas from the fridge, and they headed back to the sofa.

“What about you, Swan?”

“What about me?” Emma asked, licking a drop of cheese off her finger.

Killian’s eyes darted to her lips, then he gave his head a slight shake. “Um, about the charity event next weekend.”

Several firms in the publishing industry were holding the event. The kickoff was the ball on Friday night, but there was also a charity baseball tournament on Saturday, and a carnival on Sunday. All of it was to raise money for a childhood literacy foundation. It was a pretty big deal for Storybook Biz to be involved. They were the only company participating that provided services to self-publishers, and exclusively in children’s and YA lit at that. It could put their relatively small company in the limelight, something that Regina was reminding them of on a constant basis. Complete participation was required.

“Well, believe it or not, Walsh agreed to go.”

Emma could see Killian’s adam’s apple as he swallowed, his eyes widening slightly.

“A third date, huh?”

Emma set her plate down with a thud on the coffee table. “What’s that tone?”

“There was no tone.”

“Yes there was.”

Killian sighed. “I just . . . think you could do better.”

You mean like you? The words were on the tip of her tongue before she swallowed them back. No need to shine a spotlight on that damn elephant.

“He’s a nice guy!”

“He looks like a monkey.”

“He does not. That’s ridiculous.” Emma shoved her sandwich in her mouth and chewed furiously. Walsh did have sort of a weird smile that when you thought about it . . . She suddenly found her Charlie’s Angels thrift store plate absurdly fascinating. She cringed when Killian practically crowed with laughter.

“You see it too, admit it! It’s the ears -”

“Now that’s the pot calling the kettle black, wouldn’t you say?” Emma teased, reaching over to tug on Killian’s elf shaped ears. They were adorable, actually, but she wasn’t about to tell him that.

The ear tugging escalated into a tickling/wresting match that involved pillows, Emma’s set of Jonas Brothers coasters, and using her Charlie’s Angels plates as frisbees. By the time they ended up in a heap on the couch, talk of dates was forgotten as they decided to binge watch Parks & Rec.

She absolutely did not care who he was taking to the charity ball anyway.

The past is gone but something might be found to take its place . . . Hey, jealousy.

When Walsh rang her apartment, Emma had to lift the skirts of her massive ball gown just to walk to the door. She was going to grumble and complain to her friends about the theme of this ball - An Enchanted Fairy Tale Evening - but secretly, she sort of liked this whole formal wear cosplay thing.

Except for what this corset was doing to her spleen.

“Walsh, what the hell?”

The man was standing there in the hallway wearing a black tux. He even had a corsage in a little plastic box like he was taking her to the prom.

He looked her up and down incredulously in a way that no woman wants to be looked at by a man taking her to a ball. His look was equivalent to the way a baby boomer rolled their eyes at a Potterhead dressed up for Dragon Con.

“I didn’t think you were serious about the themed thing.”

“Yes I was serious! Now we’re going to look ridiculous!”

“We will look ridiculous?”

His laugh died under Emma’s withering scowl. She grabbed her clutch and practically slammed her door behind her. “Let’s go.”

He never even told her she looked nice.

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“Swan. You look . . . “

Emma gave Killian a quirk of her brow and a teasing smile as she curtsied somewhat awkwardly. “I know.”

“I mean . . . “ Killian walked around her (quite a feat, actually, the skirt was massive) admiring her at every angle, “you cut quite the figure in that dress, love, and red has always been my favorite color on you.”

Emma glanced at a scowling Walsh as Killian bent to kiss her hand. Well, it served him right. He should have gushed over her long before they arrived. Killian’s eyes met hers, and he winked.

“Okay, that’s enough pawing my date,” Walsh grumbled, giving Killian a slight shove. He flashed the other man a tight yet friendly smile to temper his words, but Walsh was clearly marking his territory. Emma crossed her arms over her chest before Walsh could tuck her hand into the crook of his arm. His jealousy was far from cute.

“Did Emma not tell you there was a theme?”

Walsh tilted his chin. “I’m a little past playing dress up.”

Emma’s jaw dropped, but Killian just chuckled. “Well, mate, looks like you’re the only one.”

He slapped Walsh on the shoulder just a tad harder than necessary and gave Emma another wink as he rejoined his date for the night. It was just Anna, who was practically his sister since Elsa married Liam, and the only reason she came with Killian tonight was because Kristoff came down with the flu.

Not that Emma cared who his date was, of course. However, she couldn’t deny how incredibly handsome he looked in a long, brown brocade coat with gold buttons and blue leather breeches. The white linen shirt beneath had just enough buttons undone to give him a rakish look, and she remembered their conversation about Prince Charming and Captain Hook. The man even had a gold sword at his hip.

“Could you, uh, get me a drink?” Emma asked Walsh, her throat dry.

The minute he was gone, there was a voice at Emma’s ear.

“If you stare at Killian any harder, he’s gonna burst into flames.”

Emma jumped, her heart giving a little lurch. “Shit, Rubes, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“Not that I blame you,” Ruby continued with a smirk, “he makes a great prince, doesn’t he?”

Emma shook her head, but couldn’t help smiling at her friend. Ruby’s dress was your standard Renaissance festival garb, but what made her stand out was the crimson cape she’d draped over it. She also carried a little basket in lieu of a clutch.

“Little Red Riding Hood?”

Ruby’s bright red lips quirked in a flirty grin. “It’s a fairy tale.”

“So who’s your big bad wolf?”

Ruby rolled her eyes. “I came with Victor.”

“Rubes!”

“I’m between relationships, and I knew he would say yes.”

Emma shook her head, but before she could warn her friend any further regarding her on again, off again ex, Walsh was at her side with a flute of champagne.

“Thanks,” she told him, taking a sip.

“Hey, Walsh,” Ruby said, “I heard you were playing in the game tomorrow.”

Emma almost choked on her champagne. “You are?”

“Well, yeah,” he said with a shrug, “I’ve done some CPA work for Macmillan, and they were short a man. I was going to tell you.”

“Macmillan?” David asked as he walked up with Mary Margaret on his arm. They were dressed as Snow White and Prince Charming.

Naturally.

“SB is playing Macmillan in the first game.”

“Oh, well, be prepared for my girl to cheer against you.”

Emma gritted her teeth as Walsh planted a wet kiss to her cheek.

“She’s no one’s girl.” Killian’s eyes were laser focused on her as he joined the group, his jaw tight. Emma couldn’t decide if it was sweet or embarrassing. Walsh rocked back on his heels, chuckling nervously.

“Right, right, woman. I meant woman.”

“Woman,” Killian bit out sarcastically, his gaze still on Emma, “I don’t think your date understood the full meaning of my criticism, love.”

Emma stepped out of Walsh’s half-embrace before his fingers could dig any further into her waist. She stepped between him and Killian in what she hoped was a casual move.

“Why don’t we dance?” She widened her eyes slightly, hoping Killian would pick up on her silently begging him not to make a scene.

“He doesn’t get the first dance, I do!” Walsh’s voice rose slightly, indignant, as he grasped her by the elbow.

Emma saw Killian’s eyes flash, and she bit back a groan.

“Don’t grab her like that, mate.”

Emma was probably the only one who noticed the way he bit out that final word, and she was probably the only one who knew that his steely calm was way more dangerous than raising his voice would have been. She smoothly yanked her arm out of Walsh’s grasp and laid her hand gently on Killian’s shoulder.

“I can handle this,” she whispered.

“Hey!” Walsh snapped, his voice rising another octave. He knocked Emma’s hand off Killian’s shoulder, and that was the proverbial last straw. How had she not seen what an epic jerk this guy was until three dates in? She turned, fully prepared to slap Walsh across the face for daring to touch her yet again like he owned her.

Killian, however, beat her to it.

Faster than anyone could process it, Killian’s fist had connected with Walsh’s jaw, and the latter stumbled backwards before losing his balance and hitting the floor.

“Killian! What the hell?” Emma shouted, more because she’d missed her opportunity to hit Walsh herself than concern for her date. Then she noticed the hush fall over the room and saw the gaze of most of the party goers directed at them. She turned towards Killian then, her face burning with humiliation.

He was no longer looking at her, though, instead towering over Walsh with both fists clenched.

“You’re insane!” Walsh shouted at him, rubbing at his jaw. “She said you were her best friend, but clearly you’re fucking her too.”

Killian surely would have kicked the shit out of Walsh then, based on the fire in his eyes, but Regina chose that moment to step in. With the same terrifying grace she wielded so well in the office, she grasped both Emma and Killian by the upper arm with surprising strength.

“If I may have a word,” she hissed as she pulled them towards the ballroom entrance. Once in the hallway, she shoved them into the coatroom, slamming the door behind her. She turned to them then, leaning her back against the door and crossing her arms over her chest. She was dressed in a skin tight red velvet dress with a long train that pooled around her feet. Her blood red lipstick and blood red nails only added to the overall effect.

“I see you decided to go with Evil Queen instead of princess,” Killian quipped, “perfect choice, your majesty.”

“Shut it, Jones,” she snapped. If looks could kill, Emma was pretty sure she and Killian would have dropped dead right then. “Do you have any idea the groveling I had to do to get our company invited to this event? The last thing we need is you two causing a scene. Now either go back out there and be professional, or - “ Regina paused and smirked at the two of them, “fuck already and put us all out of our misery.”

She left then, leaving Emma red-faced with her jaw on the floor. Her hands fisted in her taffeta skirt, and she refused to even look at Killian. When he spoke, the teasing tone in his voice only made her angry.

“Little does she know -”

“Don’t. Even. Say it.”

Emma leveled him with a murderous glare of her own before stomping over to the door of the coat room. She tripped over her skirt in the process, which sort of ruined the whole tone she was going for, but she stubbornly squared her shoulders and reached for the doorknob. She threw a few more words at him over her shoulder, once again avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t follow me. Wait ten minutes and give me time to get Walsh out of here before you two go swinging your dicks around again.”

As she yanked the door open, Killian replied softly behind her, “As you wish.”

Cause all I really want is to be with you, feeling like I matter too. If I hadn’t blown the whole thing years ago, I might be here with you.

The only bright side to leaving the ball early with Walsh was that she actually got a good night’s sleep and didn’t have to worry about a hangover the next day.

And dumping Walsh - that was a bright side too.

A good night’s sleep with no hangover was definitely a positive when sitting in the bleachers in the blazing hot sun on a Saturday afternoon. She really couldn’t believe she was required to be here. At least the concession stand had decent onion rings.

“Emma!” Mary Margaret called out as she navigated the bleachers with a container of chili cheese fries in her hands.

“MM, thank God! I was starting to think I was the only one at SB who wasn’t in the game.”

“Well, to be honest,” Mary Margaret admitted as she took a seat next to Emma, “I would prefer to be out there. David is being a bit too overprotective right now.”

“Overprotective? Why?”

Mary Margaret beamed, a twinkle in her eye as she subtly rested her hand on her abdomen. Emma gasped.

“Are you serious?”

“You mean do I seriously have a Nolan bun in the oven? Yes, yes I do.”

Emma hugged her friend. “I’m so happy for you! I can’t believe David let you tell me.”

MM shrugged. “I told him if he was going to be this ridiculou, he better let me tell you the real reason I’m not in the game.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Sounds like David. You’re not even showing, what could happen?”

“Please don’t ask your brother that question. He’ll give you a dozen scenarios, each one more ridiculous than the last. When I imagined him trailing behind me on the diamond like I might break, I decided to humor him rather than be humiliated. Besides, this morning sickness clearly isn’t fond of the heat. No one wants to see me puke all over the dugout.”

“Yet you’re eating chili cheese fries.” Emma arched both brows as she glanced from the greasy food, to her sister-in-law, and back again.

“There’s no rhyme or reason to morning sickness, Emma. This was the only thing on the menu that didn’t make me want to hurl. Oh, and fyi, I’d keep those onion rings downwind.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Emma quipped, moving her favorite junk food to her other side.

Mary Margaret waved to her husband, and David waved back. “That man looks so good in a baseball jersey.”

“Ew, sister here.”

Mary Margaret laughed around a cheesy fry. “Okay then, how do you think Killian looks in a baseball jersey?”

“I’m mad at him, if you haven’t noticed.”

“That has no bearing on how he looks in the damn uniform, Emma.”

The inning had just ended, and the SB players were returning to the dugout. Killian’s eyes fell on Emma’s, and he gave her a tentative smile and a small wave. Emma, her eyes safely hidden behind a large pair of sunglasses, ignored him. His way too expressive face made it clear that she may as well have shouted obscenities at him. She sighed.

“Can you just admit the man is madly in love with you?” MM groaned.

Emma had never been so thankful for sunglasses in her life. “Would everyone just stop? We’re close. Best friends. That’s it.”

“Right.”

“And not friends with benefits, despite what Rubes says. I don’t do that.”

“Oh, I know it,” MM deadpanned, “but don’t think everyone in the office hasn’t noticed the yearning looks and doey eyes.”

“I don’t yearn,” Emma muttered before shoving an onion ring in her mouth.

“Maybe, but he does.” Emma chanced a glance at MM. She was regarding her with a tender, almost pitying look on her face. She laid a hand on Emma’s arm. “And I think you’re just better at hiding it.”

“I don’t see any evidence that Killian is . . . is . . . “

“In love with you? God, you can’t even spit out the word!” MM gave a wry chuckle. “And no evidence? Are you insane? Every time there’s donuts in the break room, he makes sure to deliver a bear claw to your desk. With a note, I might add.”

“They’re just inside jokes, not love letters.” Emma snorted through her nose, but it came out somewhat pathetic.

“And last Valentine’s day,” MM continued, undeterred, “how many bags of conversation hearts did he go through to pick out every single one that said best friend?”

Emma couldn’t help smiling at the memory. “Ok, but it’s not like he picked out the ones that said True Love or Soulmate or something.”

“God, you are grasping at straws. You have to admit that -”

The crack of the bat resounded through the ball field, and Emma and MM abandoned their snacks and surged to their feet as Killian tossed the bat aside and ran towards first. They shouted and cheered as the MacMillan outfield ran to retrieve the ball and Killian rounded second.

“Oh no,” Emma whispered.

There, crowding third base, was Walsh.

“Is he allowed to do that?” MM asked.

Emma’s stomach protested all those onion rings as she saw the determined look on Killian’s face and Walsh’s stubborn stance. This was clearly not about baseball, but personal. A sickening feeling washed over her as Walsh leaned one shoulder forward just as Killian reached the base. Walsh drove his entire body into Killian, sending him sprawling to the dirt.

“What does he think this is, football?” MM screeched.

The blood drained from Emma’s face when Killian didn’t get up. She shoved her way down the bleachers, running full tilt out onto the field. The umpire was already heading that way, and play had ceased.

“What the hell, Walsh!” she screamed as she skid to her knees at Killian’s side. “This isn’t the fucking World Series!”

Part of her wanted to fling herself at the man and beat the crap out of him, but her desire to know that Killian was okay won out. She leaned over him, just as his eyes blinked open, squinting at the bright sun overhead.

“Hey, beautiful!” he said to her, his voice slurred, his eyes unfocused.

“Call 911!” Emma yelled at the players gathered around.

“Come on, Emma,” Will retorted, “it’s just a concussion.”

“Don’t argue with me, Scarlett, I swear to God! Just make the damn call!”

Killian started murmuring again, groping with his hand as if trying to find her. “I knew you cared - I mean, really cared. You love me, don’t you?”

Emma took his hand to still it’s frantic movements and held it tight. “Of course I do.”

“No,” he slurred, “I mean looooove.”

“911!” Emma barked, at who she didn’t care. Killian’s eyes were rolling back in his head, and why the hell did nobody but her care?

“Ems,” David said gently, “seriously, we’ll take him to the ER. No need for an ambulance.”

He and Robin each took Killian by the arm and helped him to his feet. Killian swayed and his head lolled. His eyes started to close, and Robin slapped his cheek a few times.

“Stay with me, mate.”

“Robin!” Killian crowed. “Did you know I love Emma?”

“Yes, Kil, I heard that.”

Emma glared at Ruby when she let out a snort. “Don’t even, Rubes!”

“What? I didn’t say a thing!”

Emma followed closely behind the men as they half walked, half dragged Killian across the baseball diamond and out to the parking lot. Mary Margaret was there, hovering around Killian like a mother bird.

“Watch his head!” she warned as they slid him into the back seat of her and David’s car. “Emma, stay back here with him.”

And just like that, Emma was in the back seat with Killian’s head in her lap. She kept having to slap his cheek to keep him awake. Without conscious thought, her fingers carded through his hair. Every time she patted his cheek, he mumbled more sappy, romantic nonsense. Thankfully, it was all G rated with no reference to the weekend they met. No need to tempt David to skip the hospital altogether.

“You know,” MM said with exaggerated thoughtfulness, “they say in moments like this, a person’s inhibitions are gone, enabling them to speak their truth.”

“Not the time, MM,” Emma told her through clenched teeth.

Mary Margaret just gave her a self-satisfied grin.

And you can trust me not to think, and not to sleep around. If you don’t expect too much from me, you might not be let down.

Emma sat in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs made of molded plastic, shifting in a vain attempt to get comfortable. She kept clasping and unclasping her hands nervously. The look on Liam Jones’s face before going back to see his brother was worse than any look David had ever leveled at the men she had dated. It clearly said this is all your fault, Emma.

“Ignore Liam,” Elsa told her, putting a slender hand to her shoulder. “His overprotectiveness borders on insanity. How in the world could a concussion from a charity baseball game be your fault?”

Emma deflated, resting her head on Elsa’s shoulder. “No, in this case he’s right. It is my fault. If I had seen what a douchebag Walsh was earlier, Killian would have never punched him at the ball, and then Walsh would have never sent him crashing to the dirt.”

“Or,” Elsa amended, “you could have stopped pretending to be clueless and just accepted your feelings for Killian. Then you’d both quit making stupid decisions.”

Emma lifted her head from Elsa’s shoulder. “What is this? Can’t everyone cut me some slack?”

“We just all want you to be happy.”

“Who says dating Killian will make me happy? It could all blow up in our faces and then we don’t even have a friendship anymore.”

“Emma,” Elsa said gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her friend’s ear, “the deepest kind of love starts with friendship.”

Emma covered her face with both hands. Elsa didn’t know how it all started - no one did. When Killian had shown up at Storybook Biz with a cardboard box resting at his hip, Emma had played it cool. He probably thought she hated the night they’d spent together, or at the very least assumed it meant nothing to her. Now they were firmly stuck in the friend zone and she had no idea what to do about it.

Or maybe this concussion was a blessing in disguise? She groaned. For one, that was incredibly selfish of her, and for another, he most likely remembered nothing that he’d said to her.

“He’s asking for you.”

Emma rose quickly at the sound of Liam’s voice, then swayed at her sudden dizziness. She blinked to clear the spots in her vision. She suddenly realized she’d had no water since leaving the baseball field. Great, she was dehydrated and emotionally drained. Perfect.

“Take this and drink all of it,” Elsa commanded, pressing a water bottle into her hand. No wonder Elsa and MM had been blessed with husbands and babies. Taking care of people was embedded in their DNA.

Emma took a swig of the water as she headed down the hallway to Killian’s room. They had done an MRI already, confirming that it was a concussion, and a pretty severe one at that. He had been admitted to a room to stay overnight for observation. It made Emma sway again just thinking about it, and she took another sip of water to steady herself.

When she entered the room, Killian turned to her with a smile on his face. He looked odd in the hospital gown, his normal bravado toned down by the washed out, institutional garment. There was an IV in his hand, and sensors taped to his chest, and machines beeped. All of it combined to make tears spring to Emma’s eyes.

“Hey,” he told her, reaching out to take her hand as she neared the bed, “I’m fine.”

“No you’re not,” she choked out.

“Ok,” he conceded, “but I will be.”

She couldn’t speak, so she just squeezed his hand. He reached up with his free hand and scratched behind his ear.

“So about the stuff I said when I was . . . out of it.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Emma assured him quickly, waving her hand as if swatting away so many flies. “You didn’t know what you were saying.”

Killian frowned as if her words hurt him. “Everything since I hit the ground is patchy, Emma, I’ll admit, but there’s one thing I do know. I was blabbering on about my feelings for you, all of which I definitely meant.”

Emma felt a sudden urge to run, but Killian tightened his grip on her hand, threading his fingers with hers. He held her hand a lot, but she gazed at their interlaced fingers as if she’d never seen them that way before.

“Now that those words are out, Emma, I refuse to take them back. I know that night at the wedding didn’t mean to you what it did to me, and I’m well aware that you deserve far better than the likes of me, but -”

“Excuse me?”

Killian blinked rapidly, his shock at her harsh tone clearly evident on his face. “Um . . . what?”

She pulled her hand away and crossed her arms over her chest. “Did you seriously just say that I deserve better than you?”

Killian’s gaze darted to the open door, as if hoping Liam would arrive and rescue him. “Uh . . . yes?”

“And did you also just say that the night we spent together meant nothing to me?”

Killian swallowed nervously, and Emma bit the inside of her cheek to keep the scowl on her face.

“I . . . yes, I said that, too.”

Emma propped her hands on her hips and tilted her chin. “I’ll have you know, Killian Jones, that I’ve replayed that night in my mind on numerous occasions.”

A half-smile quirked his lips. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

He licked his bottom lip and arched one brow. “And why, may I ask, do you replay it so often?”

Emma gave him a half-smile of her own. “Because it was pretty damn good.”

Both of Killian’s brows rose. “Pretty good? Because I have to say, Emma Swan, that you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

Emma couldn’t stop the huge grin that split her face at that, and despite the IV and the narrow bed and all the beeping machinery, she launched herself at him. He caught her, successfully maneuvering all of the cords out of her way. She slanted her mouth over his, awkward and slightly sloppy. They both laughed, and Emma dug her fingers into his shoulders, resisting the urge to grab the back of his head. Damn concussion. She really loved his hair.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, too,” Emma whispered against his collar bone. The hospital gown didn’t fit very well, and her lips met warm skin.

Killian reached up and buried his fingers in her hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And when she said it, she didn’t hide against his chest or look away. She sat up, grasped his face with both hands and held his gaze. She let the words sink in, and then she pressed her lips to his again.

The past is gone, but something might be found to take its place.

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