#literally had to spit out a bite I kept chewing but couldn’t swallow into the garbage

[herawell]

.

[collecting-stories]

Cowboy Blues - pt. 01 - Rafe Cameron

Summary: You swipe right on Tinder with some interesting results. 

One Thing Right Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

△ ▽ △ ▽

You weren’t traditional by any sense of the word. You’d given up all those crazy ideals that had been ingrained in your personality when you realized that you weren’t going to find a high school sweetheart to settled down with. Or a college one for that matter. You settled for nice dates with average guys and tried to remind yourself daily that you needed no one to complete your life. It was fine on its own.  

“I think the literal class of guy has gone down,” your best friend Nina mentioned as she scrolled through your phone. You loved Nina but she was tone-deaf to most of your single life complaints. She was already married, to the same guy she had been dating since middle school. After HSM came out she had been madly in love with Zac Efron and had managed to find the one guy in your school that looked almost just like him and they’d stayed together.  

“You’re on tinder right now, just to put that commentary into perspective for you.” You pointed out, annoyed mostly. Nina had invited herself to come have lunch with you while you worked on finalizing your classroom for the coming school year. While you tried to get actual work done, Nina just scrolled through the guys on your tinder and bitched about their profiles, as if she expected to find some great life partner for you.  

It was probably cynical of you to say but, if you never dated again, never settled down with anyone, it probably wouldn’t matter. Wedding fever sprung up whenever someone else was tying the knot or having a kid but when that passed you weren’t particularly eager to look for someone. People had been, for the majority, disappointing since you had turned 18 and, for the past eight years you hadn’t been proven right.  

Someone to cohabitate with might be nice. You certainly thought about it on nights when you were feeling particularly isolated from the rest of the world, but all that disappeared when you considered how used to being alone you actually were and what cohabitating would actually mean. Someone who would leave dirty dishes in the sink, leave water on the bathroom floor and track it through the house, who would chew too loud or hate the food you liked or snore too obscenely or drink too much. There were a million flaws with your imaginary future suitor and you listed them all anytime you got the bug to start dating again. But twenty-six was old, according to Nina, and you needed to get married.  

“What about him, he’s cute?” She held the phone out to you, the guy in the picture was smiling, sitting in front of a table with food. You looked up briefly from the lesson plan you were writing out, nearly losing your mouthful of coffee.  

You swallowed and took the phone, staring at the picture, maybe a little too long.  

“He’s cute babe, but he’s not like People Magazine’s hottest man alive.” Nina said in response to your out burst.  

“No, no, I know him.” You explained, eyes still on the picture. God, you couldn’t help thinking that he looked good. Did you look that good? He was the spitting image of what he’d been in the stairwell at Duke. Attractive, self-assured, a little cocky. “We went to the same college. I hooked up with him one time at a party before spring break…I uh, he told me to call him and I lost his number.”  

“On purpose?” She asked, plucking the phone out of your hands. She lingered on his picture, waiting for your either glowing recommendation or scathing review before she swiped. He was cute, she’d give you that. He was tan, tall, even in the picture it was obvious, and just nice to look at.  

“No,” You admitted. “I was gonna call him and then I got back together with Ian.” Your ex-boyfriend be damned, you left out the part where you thought about your random hook way more often than a sane person should. After spring break it hadn’t been hard to dodge him, Duke had a massive campus and you didn’t have any of the same classes but every time you and Ian had it out you couldn’t help wondering what it would’ve been like if you’d called him back. Even after you graduated and moved back home to Boston, you still couldn’t quite shake the memory of him.  

“Well Ian’s getting married and you’re not...so,” she swiped and then closed the app, sliding off your desk to take a slow appraisal of your classroom while she dug the knife in deeper, “are you going to Ian’s wedding?”  

Nina kept asking, as if you had much say in the matter, and you kept answering, deflating your ego every time you had to say yes. “I have to…it’s my grade partner. She even made me a bridesmaid.” Admittedly, you and Anya had been much closer before your boyfriend of three years dumped you and immediately started dating her. Now it felt hard to be around her for too long, like going home for the holidays and trying to keep quiet when your drunk uncle brought up the political climate in the country. Anya told you she had held off the wedding because she wanted to ‘wait until the dust settled’. As if it hurt less now. For different reasons, sure, but not less.  

In a month’s time you’d be sitting through a bridal shower that her sister kept texting you to help coordinate and plan. She’d tried to be nice, giving you a plus one to the wedding because you didn’t know any of her friends or family. The only other person you knew was Ian, ex-boyfriend and groom, not exactly who you wanted to be hanging out with. Of course, you knew his family and that just made the whole ordeal so much more awkward.

The plus-one was an empty gesture though. Just a reminder that there was no one for you to invite. But you kept hoping, maybe you’d meet someone. Maybe you could transport yourself into a Hallmark movie and rent a date or something. Fall madly in love in a week and move to their small town and never look back. Then, at least, you could miss the wedding altogether.  

“She’s a fucking back stabbing bitch.” Nina commented, as if this was some new piece of information that she was finding out about now.

“Anya is super sweet.” You defended, only because it was true. Anya might’ve been marrying your douche of an ex-boyfriend but she was categorically the nicest person that you had ever met. “It wasn’t like he cheated on me, we broke up.” You didn’t want to have this conversation anymore. Not two weeks before the beginning of school. Two weeks before you had to look at her face every day until the honeymoon.  

“They got together pretty quick.” Nina pointed out, not that she ever needed to. “Well, whatever, so what was this guy like, what was his name?”  

“Did you swipe right on him and not even look at his name?” You asked, reaching for your phone to check.  

“Yeah, so? She asked, “You said you knew him.”  

“I said I slept with him.” You corrected.  

“Same thing.” She shrugged, “name?”

“Rafe. Cameron.”  

She ‘ohhhh-ed’ appreciatively, “What was he like?” She asked. “He sounds rich.”  

“Hot,” you shrugged, “I don’t know he was probably a total fuck boy. He asked me to call him the next morning after breakfast and I said sure and then when I got back to my dorm Ian was there.” You provided the short story of events, omitting any major details about that night. You told Nina everything but you had never told her about Rafe, always a little wistful about the encounter. As if it was some personal memory that would lose its importance should anyone else know about it.  

“He made you breakfast?”  

“Yeah, so?”  

“That’s like jackpot. God you could be like, married right now, popping babies out for some Swedish Au pair to run around after.” Nina replied raising her eyebrows suggestively.  

“I’m glad you’ve created this weird ‘rich kid’ narrative but I have no idea. It’s not like I was checking the guy’s financials while I was sucking his dick.” You lowered your voice at the end of the sentence, just in case the pushing 80 secretary walked past and heard you.  

“Please, have you seen him? That is a baby-faced, rich boy living on his daddy’s money. And you could be too.”  

“Okay, look, I was 20, I wasn’t trying to settle down and get married. At least not to some random guy I only hooked up with because my boyfriend was a douche.” You replied. Not to mention that breakfast had essentially consisted of one bite of toast before he was eating you out on the counter of his off-campus apartment. Not exactly the romantic beginning to a relationship. “Wait, did you swipe right?” You asked, almost immediately horrified at the thought.  

“Maybe.”  

“No,” you groaned, “fuck, he’s gonna think I’m so weird!”

“He will not. Besides, if he’s as much of a fuck boy as you say then guarantee he doesn’t even remember you.” She replied. “Besides, if he answers, it’ll be kinda nice ya know? Go out, have a nice dinner, get fucked, all your problems melt away.”  

“He better not remember me.” You grumbled. You were not prepared for the absolute humiliation that would come from him seeing you on Tinder and remembering you.  

“Did you really sleep with so few guys in college that you remember him?”  

“You’ve slept with one person in the last decade…” you pointed out.  

“And?” She slipped her sweatshirt back on and grabbed her bag, “whatever, I’m heading out. I have work in 30.”  

With Nina gone, you slumped back in your chair and grabbed your phone. You had a tendency to never get rid of anything; it was the great downfall of your life. Someday you would accumulate so much stuff you would become a hoarder and then no one would love you but the cats that used your belongings as a litter box. It was a terrible habit but it lent to usefulness sometimes, especially in moments like this, as you scrolled through your phone, finding Rafe’s contact. You had told Nina that you’d lost Rafe’s number but in actuality you had kept it stored in your phone even though you’d never used it.  

Now, this wedding fever was doing nothing but confirm your fear that you were one step closer to an unfulfilling life alone. Even Lorelai Gilmore didn’t stay single forever.  

You stared at his name in your contact list, a little fire emoji next to it and you could remember laughing at him when he typed it in. It was more a playful jab at the way your Boston accent had pronounced the word fire than anything to do with him though you thought it was an accurate description.  

You wondered if he had the same number. If you’d called him that night, would it have been another failed relationship to catalog away for when you were feeling especially shitty. Or would he have left you for the bubbly grade partner that you wanted to hate so much but couldn’t. Nina had swiped right on him but you didn’t even know where he lived these days. You were living in Boston again. You’d moved home for your masters and stayed when the teaching internship turned into an actual job.

North Carolina had been fun for school, being 12 hours away from home had given you the most incredible sense of freedom but nowhere was New England and you’d been itching to go home again just as soon as you’d arrived down there. Though coming back to Boston, you had found it different than you’d left it. Even with Nina here, she was married, she had her own life away from you. As much as you tried to settle in and pretend that everything was fine, you couldn’t help but admit that Nina was right, you did need someone.

Single life felt a lot more routine than you imagined it would. A call from your mother, complaining that your sister was acting out and being generally awful, a call from your sister, accusing your mother of being overbearing, and hours of alone time filled mostly by reading, walking your dog, and binging TV shows.  “At least you got a dog and not a cat.” Nina had said when you brought Fivel home. He was pre-named and you were always partial to An American Tail.  

“Only so I would exercise.” You had replied, knowing you had to walk the dog, a black lab mix that was a puppy when you got him. “You hear that Five, I’m using you for my own gain.”  He had gotten big since then, fully grown now with a personality that included forgetting his size and spreading out on top of you when you laid on the couch.  

Your apartment was small, an old converted brownstone with three apartments, yours on the top floor above a middle-aged couple with a very spoiled seven-year-old. They were nice when they weren’t blaring Disney movies and you resented that even in your house you couldn’t escape children but you couldn’t be too upset. The place was nicer than you could’ve hoped, truthfully. Especially living alone.  

Even with a nice place to live though, it was always the same. Walking Fivel, making whatever dinner that came in the Sunbasket boxes at the beginning of the week, and watching Top Chef.  

You closed out of your contacts, going back to Tinder as if Rafe would’ve already messaged you. All Nina had written was ‘hey’, as if that was supposed to entice someone into replying. You doubted the stupid picture of you from last year at the beach really did anything special. You weren’t surprised to find that there was no reply yet. You read his profile over again, unsure what else to say. The night the two of you hooked up you had both been at a party though these days your partying had been replaced with drinking alone.  

Whoever said don’t waste your twenties would’ve recoiled in horror at the way you were living.  

-  

“Leaving so soon?”  

You turned away from the double doors leading out onto campus, the click of the bar as it released echoing in your ear for a second, drowned out mostly by the music that was coming from the various dorms that had their doors open. It was a floor party; one you’d come to with some friends in high hopes of forgetting your current ex-boyfriend Ian once and for all. Three months of condescending comments and gaslighting finally pushing you over the edge.  

“I was just...getting some fresh air.” You replied, shrugging. Trying to look calm, unaffected by this stranger’s sudden entrance into your life. He was cute, far more so than Ian. Taller too. You thought you recognized him from the lacrosse team your roommate was so obsessed with. “Lacrosse players are never unattractive.” She had argued once when she dragged you to a game.  

He definitely fit the bill for her ideal of the lacrosse playing frat boy. Hot, tall, tan, his cap was on backwards and he looked so relaxed but also so sure of himself. Like whatever was going to happen in this hallway was going to go exactly how he wanted.  

“Want some company?” He asked, taking a sip from the cup in his hand but not taking his eyes off you.  

You felt like your heart was hammering in your chest, head swimming and you’d not even had anything to drink that night. “I uh…” worse case scenarios increased by tenfold in your head given the context of the situation. You were alone in a hallway, potentially about to go outside, while everyone else was partying, where they couldn’t hear you, with some guy you didn’t know at all. A guy who gave off some pretty strong ‘get-whatever-I-want’ vibes and he’d said no more than two sentences to you. “I uh, kinda wanted to be alone.”  

“Cool, cool.” He shrugged, “no problem.”  

For whatever reason that possessed you to think it was a genuinely okay idea, so you walked out, the door clicking open as you stepped onto the pavement. You kicked the stopper so it wouldn’t shut all the way because you’d rather be able to get back in than somehow have both of you trapped out here if he did decide to follow you. No alcohol, your brain was just malfunctioning or maybe your roommate was right and your usual suspicion of everyone had turned a nice moment into an awful one.  

It was significantly colder outside than it had been in the dorms, even in the hallway, and you breathed out a sigh of relief. You wanted to scream at Ian for not even letting you have a good time when you were out with friends because you kept thinking of him. He was off somewhere, already on spring break, no doubt hooking up with girls you’d never know about because you had told him it was over. And it was, you were just so completely unsure-  

You’re silent berating ended mid-sentence when you turned around to see your lacrosse playing stranger sitting on the steps just inside the door. He smiled at you and waved and you almost laughed at the oddity of the moment as you came back inside.  

“What are you doing?” You asked, holding the door open and letting some of the cold air deep in.  

“You said you wanted to be alone. Figured I’d wait.”  

“For?”  

He shrugged, standing up and leaning against the bottom of the railing, “you, to not want to be alone.”  

“Well,” you were momentarily caught off guard, a nervous laugh escaping. Truthfully, you had never had someone flirt with you like this before, so directly obvious about liking you. Not necessarily one with quick-witted comebacks, you were still fairly good at deflecting when you needed too but somehow, he had rendered you speechless.  

He nodded his head toward the steps, “we can just sit? Door’s right there,” he offered, referring to the dorm room less than six feet away. The door was open and you could hear a mix of chatter and music.  

“Okay.” You agreed, letting the door close on the stopper, the slightest wave of cool air seeping in while you walked over and took a seat beside him. You introduced yourself, unsure what else to do, and probably sounded like every middle-aged family member he had when you asked him what his major was.  

“Rafe Cameron,” he replied, “economics.”  

“Oh god,” you said before you could stop yourself. He was the full package clearly, though of what you weren’t sure. He sounded rich, by the name alone, econ major, lacrosse player, potentially, and absolutely fuckable. There was no other coherent way to describe it. “I took an econ course as an elective freshman year, it really fucked me up.”  

“Not a math person?” He asked, another sip of his drink and you really wished you had one. Anything to occupy a little corner of your brain so everything wasn’t so solely focused on him.  

“No, no, not at all.” You shook your head. “So…do you live in this dorm?”  

“Nah, my roommate’s dating some girl in one of these,” he replied, the same head nodded toward the rooms as before, “I’m just here for the booze, and the company.”  

That wasn’t even that smooth of a line and you were melting at it. You weren’t sure if you were just dying for some positive attention or going through the motions of a breakup but either way you were seriously considering your roommate’s earlier encouragement of ‘letting yourself go’. Have fun, she had said, be bold.  

“You play lacrosse, right?” You asked, because you were 95% sure you’d seen him and it was eating at you a little bit.  You felt like you were grasping at straws trying to think of what to say. You were fairly positive that he was only talking to you because he wanted to have sex with you but honestly, you really wanted to have sex with him too.  

“I do,” he grinned and you knew you’d basically given him the upper hand. “You’ve been to a game?”  

“I’ve been to all of them.” You said before you could stop yourself. “I mean, my roommate’s a big fan of lacrosse or lacrosse players, not sure, so we always go.”  

“Not a fan yourself?”  

“No, I mean, I like it, you guys have a good team.” You shrugged. This was going terribly, or you would think it was if he wasn’t looking at you like that.  

“Yeah?” He grinned, sliding a little closer to you on the stairs.  

“I should close that door, it’s getting cold in here.” You mentioned, standing up suddenly.  

Rafe couldn’t help his smile as you walked down the steps to the door. He had come out into the hallway because the party was boring, the music was subpar, and Topper was starting to annoy him. He had considered going back to the apartment altogether but he’d just sat on the stairs instead, as if he was waiting for something. And then you’d come along. “We could head back to my place? It’s warm.” He offered. A stupid line, sure, but the last one had played well for him so he tried this one.  

You almost laughed at the cheesiness of his comment. The way he said it, even with how you’d felt when you first realized he was there, was easy, letting you know that the decision was yours entirely. Maybe it was a decision you shouldn’t have been making right this moment but he was gorgeous and anything that had you not thinking about your ex was good enough for you. “Yeah, but I’ll be cold on the way there.”  

His lower lip jutted out, pouting at you playfully, “We’ll drive, you can stay warm in the car, promise.”

-  

Sans Nina stopping by, the next day played out the same as the day before. You managed to hold off checking your Tinder until halfway through lunch. It wasn’t like you’d stopped thinking about it or forgot the whole exchange with Nina the day before. You’d locked the whole thing away to reminisce about at some later date when you were no doubt alone once again. Alone and-  

And he had sent you a message. It just said hey back, and a subtle compliment about your profile picture, telling you that he would kill for beach weather right now and that ‘blue is his favorite color’, you clicking back a second later and realizing that the bathing suit you had on in your profile picture was, in fact, blue. You half wondered if he remembered you and that’s why it was so casual. But he was arguably that casual the night you met too. If you’d been in a less hyper aware state of mind you would’ve never realized he was flirting with you.  

You stared at the message for half of your lunch hour wondering what to say in return. Something witty maybe, though you were feeling as tongue tied as you had that night six years ago. Not at all the confident person you always envisioned yourself being at this point in your life but the nervous one who said dumb stuff that you didn’t mean to.  

-I went last weekend with a friend and it was literally too cold to take my sweatshirt off...fall’s a bitch-  

You replied, attaching a frowning emoji to the end of your sentence. You hated your inability to be cool online. What else could you say though? You couldn’t ask if he remembered you. Say that if he did remember you than you were sorry for never calling and you know how much of an ass matching with him on Tinder probably seems. Or that pathetically enough for you that night and following morning are arguably the best sex you’ve ever had. Or even that his profile picture made him look better than you remembered, god why did you get back together with Ian.  

-  

Rafe had seen the match almost immediately. Working from home that afternoon, he’d only been half paying attention to the zoom meeting that he was on, scrolling through his phone when the notification popped up. He had clicked into Tinder, staring at your name and profile picture off and on for a good hour while he tried to think of something to say to you.  

Something clever.  

He wasn’t exactly the most sentimental person anyone had ever met and he’d slept with plenty of people in college but he knew you the minute he saw your picture. You looked exactly the same as you had that night, though the picture you used for your profile didn’t quite do justice to the way your eyes lit up when you smiled or how ridiculously easy it had been for him to be completely infatuated with you that night.  

You had never called him and he couldn’t fault you for that, it wasn’t exactly like he was screaming boyfriend material back then. He barely was now. Whenever he thought about you, and he was sure it was more frequently than it should be for a one night stand from college, he assumed you’d probably met someone, settled down...all that ridiculous stuff his sister was into.  

He said he liked the blue of your bathing suit in the picture of you and that he wished it was beach weather because seeing you honestly had him missing the Outer Banks more than he expected to. He sent the text and spent the rest of the night feeling like a dumbass. There he was, blowing his chances all over again. But then, halfway through the next day, you texted back.  

-You Bostonians need to work on your weather. -

He responded, as soon as he got the message, and then,  

-I’ll get right on it...any specific requests?-  

Your reply came back a few minutes later, after he checked his phone three more times.

-Warm enough to take you to the beach.-  

Rafe responded a little faster than he probably should have. Maybe a little more desperate than he should have too but he couldn’t be bothered about that.  

-Sans the sweatshirt? -  

-Exactly.-  

He followed the text up immediately with a,  

-but since I can’t take you to the beach, are you free for dinner this Friday?-

-I am, yeah. Where did you have in mind?-  

-Have you been to Menton? -  

-

It was warm in the apartment, even for mid-March with the windows opened. The kind of weather that made you want to stretch out in bed and do nothing all day. Except this wasn’t your bed or your room and the noise coming from the kitchen was definitely not going to help lull you back to sleep. Opening your eyes to the sun streaming through the window, you climbed out of bed, grabbing the t-shirt from the carpeted floor and pulling it over your head.  

You hadn’t intended to stay the night at Rafe’s but really, once you were there you hadn’t wanted to leave. Even now, all you really wanted was to find him and take him back to bed. Maybe not to sleep but definitely to sleep with.  

“Oh my god, you’re so loud,” you teased, walking into the small kitchen to find Rafe standing over the stove, back to you. He turned at the sound of your voice and you had to appreciate the lack of clothing he had decided to wear to attempt breakfast, just a pair of navy-blue briefs.  

“Watch it, you won’t get any of these world class scrambled eggs.” He replied, pointing his spatula back to the frying pan on the stove.  

You walked closer to him, letting him wrap his arm around you and pull you into his side. “Those do look like some quality eggs,” you observed, putting your arm around his waist.  

This felt so easy you were dreading going back to your dorm eventually. Ian hadn’t even made a guest appearance in your brain and he’d been pretty much the star since the two of you broke up. But right now, all you wanted to focus on was Rafe and getting to spend as much time with him as possible.  

Rafe moved the skillet off the stove and laid the spatula down, using his free hand to grab your waist as he maneuvered you around in front of him. You yelped in surprise when his hands fell to your thighs and he hoisted you up onto the counter.  

“Careful! You almost burned me!” You laughed, swatting his hands away.  

“You’re not even near the burner.” he laughed, pushing your legs apart so he could stand in between them.  

“I thought we were having breakfast?”

“We are.” He reasoned, the innuendo evident as he leaned down and kissed just above your bare knees. “When do you have to be back?”

“Whenever.” You shrugged, more than happy to have this moment play out, uninterrupted.  

-

Menton was the kind of place that other people went to. Not first grade teachers on first grade teacher salaries. Even when you were younger, growing up in the more affluent part of western Massachusetts, you had never really been part of a ‘fancy restaurants’ family. Menton was just some place Nina mentioned when she talked about restaurants too expensive for normal people.  

“What if he remembers me?” You had asked, a few hours earlier, when Nina showed up at your apartment with shoes for your outfit.  

“Did he say he did?” Honestly curious about this guy you had never mentioned to her before.  

“No. But what if he does?” You couldn’t help being paranoid about the whole date. You could still remember the feeling of being around him, of being with him. Rafe hadn’t mentioned to you that he remembered you, and thank god too because how awkward would that conversation had been? Just a ‘hey, aren’t you that girl I hooked up with six years ago in college?’. Why did Nina have to swipe right. Why couldn’t she have minded her own business and believed you when you said that you were over Ian and not at all concerned about the wedding.  

You were freaking yourself out for nothing. Or because you were dressed nicer than you had been in two years and standing outside Menton.  

“Hey.”  

You turned toward the sound of someone calling your name, seeing Rafe walking across the street. You felt very much like you were twenty again, finding him watching you from the stairwell, butterflies in your stomach.  You teetered for a moment on the sidewalk, unsure if you should wait for him to make it all the way to you or just walk up and hug him. That seemed a little extreme, honestly,  

You could still remember the feeling of his arms around you but if he didn’t remember you, and you were banking on him not remembering, it would be odd to just grab him in the street. He eased the tension for you though, reaching an arm out for a side hug once he was close enough. Casual but still not too personal.  

“Hey,” he repeated, stepping away from you for a brief appraisal. “You look beautiful.”  

“Ah, thank you...this place looked so fancy online, I wasn’t sure what to wear.” You admitted.  

“You googled it?” He sounded amused, even as he stepped in front of you to hold the door open and you could just imagine the smirk on his face. The same one he’d worn when you told him that you had seen all of his lacrosse games. (You had seen all the ones after that night too but you always made sure to sit high up in the bleachers and you never stuck around after a game.)

“Well, yeah...I wanted to read the menu.” You replied, pausing briefly as Rafe gave his name to the hostess and she grabbed two menus, walking you through the restaurant to a nice table in the back. Quiet but not too quiet.  

“Hopefully it’s lived up to its reputation so far?” He asked, biting his tongue to stop himself from saying that he remembered how bizarrely neurotic you could be, even in the few hours that he had spent with you.  

“I mean I haven’t eaten the food.” You stressed, looking at him over your shoulder as he pulled your chair out for you. “Thank you.”

He grimaced, as if the possibility of you rating this place, or the date, badly, was still an option then. “The oysters are really good...or the cappotelli.” He suggested, moving around to his side of the table, “do you have a wine preference?”

“Red, otherwise...not really.” You replied, letting him order a bottle for the table. This was somehow exactly the person you’d hooked-up with in college and not that person at all. As if you could see little cracks in the facade of his put-together appearance. “So, are you from Boston?”

“No,” he shook his head. He looked up at you for a moment, breaking his concentration with the menu before he laid the paper off to the side, “I’m from North Carolina, the Outer Banks, I actually ended up moving up here for work.”

“I know this sounds crazy-”

He hummed and you scrunched your nose at him.

“-I’m always like, surprised when people are like, from the beach.” You explained, “like I only think of the beach as vacation place not like a, live there all the time place.”

“That’s cause it gets ridiculously cold up here.” He replied, “No one wants to live on a beach where it snows.”

“The beach is nice off season!” You insisted. “It’s not crowded and you can just like, walk around-”

“If I have to wear a coat to go to the beach, it is not nice.”

“Okay,” you sassed, sticking your tongue out and making him laugh. “So what do you do then? Why’d you move to Boston?”

“That’s a loaded question,” Rafe noted, “I work for an economics firm here. Mostly I moved for the job opportunity but the distance from my family was an added benefit.”

“Well, I say this from a place of extreme bias, Boston is the best city.”  

“It has it’s perks.” He could’ve been talking about a good parking deal but the way he smiled at you when he said it made you feel like he was talking specifically about you.  

-

The date ended with Rafe walking you to the train, his coat over your shoulders because the light jacket that you’d worn had proven not warm enough for the early autumn chill that settled in. You talked about your first-grade class and being nervous for the impending year and he listened, saying that sometimes he felt like he was working with six year olds.  

“At least I can curse in front of my co-workers though.” He lamented.  

You laughed, “I’ve definitely let my fair share of curse words go...and heard quite a few from kids in my classes.”  

“Oh man, I’d fucking lose it if some kid started cursing at me.” Rafe replied.  

At the train station you argued for a few minutes over his coat, him insisting that you just hold on to it (“trust me, if I go 24 hours without seeing you again, I’ll be shocked.”), but you told him you had a severe inability to remember to give anything back and likely he’d never see it again, something he doubted, the implication that this would progress far enough that he would be in your apartment eventually there beneath the surface of his words.  

When the train pulled in, the coat left in your possession, Rafe pulling it tighter around your shoulders and promising that he would get it back eventually. “I’ll text you.” He said, as the doors closed. And, by the time you got home, there was a text from Rafe waiting for you.  

-

taglist: @maplelattes22 @poguesrforlife  @freckled-and-daydreaming  @chasefreakinstokes @millie-753 @fangirlwithme @alex12948 @katherine097 @tangledinsparkles @carbonated-beverage @mariofgreengables @damonsalvawhore27 @dopedoodes @dolanfivsosxox @belledutchess @poguelifeeee @faded-blue @parkerpetertingle @thebookwormlife @summer-clouds-and-long-days @jellyfishbeansontoast @minigranger @hoewkeye @love-someone-special @tiredfeels @strangerthanfanfiction713 @the-only-nana @tomzfrog @mozz-are-lla @vindictive-hearts @wldflwrskyee   @ssprayberrythings @jenahbell @beautyandthebleh @gothackedalready @teenwaywardasgardian @sarahcxmeron @haha-fuck-you-thot @stillbelieve398-5 @rewindlr @queenniccimicci @kissessforharryyy @thedarkqueenofavalon @alytavzla @bqmblebee @linniep @nerdypartytrashpsychic @xxchxrryxx @spencer-reid-is-a-cutie @mirjanak @danielladreaming @obx-saltlife @youngestxhearts @spnobsessedmemes @wowitswondergurl @celestialmaybank @aoba-josigh @pineappleandcherries @mysterious-adventurer @justawilddreamerchild @rhyetaylor62 @calm-rejects @balletandyuzu @oh-annaa @aiifandomsunite @x-lulu @ceruleanjj @wicked-laugh @obxwriterfan @allie-mcginn @pcterparxer @literarycharleton @khiaraaa-in-spacee @crushe-s @teamnick @daydreamlilys @collectiveuniverses @activist-af @mdgrdians @buckys-sunflower @vindictive-hearts @copper-boom @talksoprettyjjx @5am-cigarette @smiithys @dontjinx-it @outerbanksbro @mysticsthinking @heavenlymama @louisolos  @rudy-pankow-needs-an-oscar @babymatilda @raekenliar @lemur46 @under-a-canyon-moon @calums-betch @dpaccione 

[plainbrunettelbl]

ABO Rich (A) Katsuki Bakugo x Poor (O) Reader Money Can’t Buy You Everything Alpha (Chapter Two)

Word count: 1896

Warnings: None. 

Title: ABO Rich (A) Katsuki Bakugo x Poor (O) Reader Money Can’t Buy You Everything Alpha (Chapter Two)

Summary: Bakugo actually does something nice but his execution is a little off. 

(Gif not mine) 

Bakugo: 

💥-“Plant girl! Stop calling me that!” You huffed.

💥-“So you are Plant girl! I knew there was something about you!” His glare was piercing.

💥-“So what?” You crossed your arms.

💥-“So what?! Why didn’t you say anything?” He demanded.

💥-“What was I gonna say? Hey, do you remember that time you were kidnapped?” You argued.

💥-“Well maybe not like that but sure! You were just gonna let me walk out?” He fumed.  

💥-“Well, I certainly wasn’t gonna ask you to stay!” You scoffed. “And why would I want you to stay anyways.”

💥-“I don’t know maybe to catch up or something? Build a friendship?” He countered.

💥-“Why would I want a friendship with a rude Alpha like you?” You complained leaning against the counter with both your hands laid flat on it.

💥-“I haven’t been rude!” He shot back clearly upset that you thought so.

💥-“Says Mr. Grumpy Face.” You accused.

💥-He scoffs at that. Before he could retort you looked like you were swaying on your feet. His Alpha instincts kicked in as he nearly hopped over the counter to keep you steady.

💥-“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” He asked.

💥-“I’m just feeling a little dizzy.” You muttered. Must be the lack of sleep and the breakfast bar you had for breakfast.

💥-You tried not to flush at feeling his warm hands on your shoulders. Get a grip Y/N this guy has been nothing short of rude. You can’t be attracted to him. 

💥-“I’m sorry if I stressed you out Omega.” His tone was soft.

💥-“I’m not Omega or Plant girl. My name is Y/N.” Your glare didn’t hold as much bite as you would have liked. You had softened at his tone. You were blaming it on Omega instincts. 

💥-No falling in love with the guy just because he touched you.

💥-“Wanna get some food? We can catch up and stuff.” You tried to ignore the redness flooding his cheeks.

💥-“I work till five and have to be at my other job at eight. I don’t think getting something to eat with you is in my plans. I have a few errands I need to run and clean up my apartment a little.” You listed, pulling away from him.

💥-“I can pick up some food and bring it back here if you want?” He offered.

💥-“Why would you do that?” You asked, genuinely confused.

💥-“Well, I have to do something to repay you for helping me escape.” He rubbed the back of his head.

💥-“Oh.” Your Omega pouted at that but you don’t understand why. “You don’t have to. My lunch break is in a little bit so I should be fine.”

💥-“How about I take you out then?” He asked.

💥-“I only have a thirty-minute lunch break. Can’t exactly sit down and enjoy the food.” You sighed.

💥-“I can pick something up and bring it back if you want.” He offered again.

💥-You smiled a little. Even if he was doing this just to pay you back it was still sweet of him to offer. “I don’t know if having lunch with you would be a good idea. Who wants to eat with a grumpy face like you?” You jested.

💥-“I’ll pay?” His voice tilted on a higher tone. Clearly offended but not willing to anger you anymore. Not wanting to admit that he was set on spending time with you.

💥-“On second thought, I can handle a few rude remarks.” You tilted your head with a thoughtful look.

💥-“Whatever. I have been nothing short of polite.” He mumbled. “It’s a deal. I’ll come back with the food in thirty minutes.”

💥-He began walking out of the shop.

💥-“What about your flowers?” You called out.

💥-“I don’t need them.” He shot over his shoulder.

💥-Outside he called his personal driver to come to pick him up and waited by the curb. Once he got off the phone with his driver he quickly dialed another number.

💥-“Mom, I am not going to make it to the courting date you set up. Something important came up. Let her know I won’t be going okay?” He said to her voicemail. He was glad she didn’t pick up since he knew he was gonna get an earful out of her once she knew he didn’t show up.

***

💥-You had continued to stand behind the counter waiting for someone to walk in. Your Omega was impatient for the Alpha to come back. Something about him drew her to him.

💥-To his word, he did come back thirty minutes later. He carried in boxes that looked like they could have been gifts instead of takeout boxes since they were wrapped so elegantly. White boxes with black bows.

💥-“What did you get?” You lifted a brow.

💥-“Just something from a restaurant I frequent.” He nonchalantly placed it on the counter. “Where are we gonna eat?” He looked around for a table to magically appear.

💥-“I usually eat in the back. It’s kinda dirty though.” You trailed off. Your face burned in embarrassment.

💥-He saw your mood shift. He placed his hands on the counter before vaulting over. Swiftly grabbing the boxes and sliding against the counter to the floor. Ignoring the fact that his white dress shirt was probably gonna get wrinkled and dirty.

💥-He set the food down in his lap and looked up at her.

💥-“You gonna sit down?” He asked.

💥-You hastily sat down, he began unraveling the ribbons. You were hit with a pungent smell. You tried to keep your face straight so you didn’t offend him. He was doing something nice so you didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

💥-He handed you a box and grabbed one for himself. You lifted the top to find something you definitely weren't expecting. Snails. A dozen of them stared back at you.

💥-They were sitting in a pool of yellow liquid that smelled like truffle butter. A few mushrooms scattered around the meal delicately. A piece of toasted bread lays on the side.

💥-“It looks... good. Thank you.” You offered him a fake smile.

💥-He returned the gesture with a small smile himself. Clearly proud of himself. He passed you the utensils before digging in. You decided to start off with something you knew you could eat. The bread.

💥-Once you had nibbled that away you began plucking up all of the mushrooms. Them being soaked in truffle butter was something you weren’t used to but you could stomach it.

💥-All that was left were the snails and you didn’t know where to start. You tried to see if he had the same thing you did. He had a lobster. You were tempted to ask him to switch with you but swallowed the urge and took a fork to the hard shell.

💥-You got the meat out without too much struggle which was good. Now it was time to actually put it in your mouth. As soon as it touched your tongue you knew it was a mistake.

💥-The slimy texture was the first thing to put you off. You got a few chews in before giving up and spitting it back into the plate. Bakugo snapped his head at you. You had literally spat out your food. He eyed you like you were suddenly an alien or something.

💥-“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t take it. It was gross and slimy.” You couldn’t get redder.

💥-“I don’t even know how to freaking react right now.” He was shocked, never before had he seen an Omega act so informal. He was used to dinner parties with delicate Omegas who wiped their mouth after every bite.

💥-“I really am sorry. I tried but couldn’t handle the texture.” You set your food on the floor and stood up.

💥-“I think I still have enough time to go grab a hot dog or something. I’ll be right back. Can you watch the shop real quick?” You asked. You felt bad but really needed something sustainable in your stomach.

💥-“Sure.” He answered, still taken off guard.

💥-You nodded in thanks before rushing out of the store.

💥-This Omega kept surprising him at every turn. If she was like every other Omega in his life they would have jumped at the opportunity to be in debt to him. You were gonna it slip through your fingers without a second thought.

💥-He didn’t have time to think if you were genuinely one of a kind or soft in the head before you came back in. Two foil-wrapped packets in your hand. You came back over to him, taking a seat on the floor once again.

💥-“I got you one too. A lobster and salad don’t seem very filling to me.” You smiled, handing him the foil packet.

💥-It was true it wasn’t necessarily filling but the food wasn’t for him, it was for you. And he will grudgingly admit that he didn’t take your tastes into consideration. He was used to this type of food and didn’t think that you would find any fault in it.

💥-So he would stomach the hot dog since you tried to do the same for his choice of food. He wrapped it and eyed the red sausage.

💥-“This isn’t gonna kill me is it?” He said he was gonna stomach it but didn’t say he wasn’t gonna complain about it.

💥-“No.” You rolled your eyes, your mouth already full. Cheeks puffed out and yellow mustard lining the corner of your mouth. He wouldn’t admit it but he found it adorable.

💥-“Uh-huh. Did the person that gave it to you look like he showered today at least?” He said lifting it to his mouth.

💥-“Frank has a good reputation for keeping his cart clean and sanitary. Even has the A to prove it.” You grumbled.

💥-“I’ll take your word for it.” Taking a bit, after a few chews he swallowed. “It’s palatable.” He offered.

💥-“Glad it meets your approval, your Majesty.” You laughed, seeing the humor in his polite yet rude attitude.

💥-“Whatever.” He muttered, still eating the hot dog.

💥-“I think this is a good start.” You chimed.

💥-“Start?” He questioned.

💥-“Of our friendship. You said you wanted one right?” You asked.

💥-“I did. I thought you didn’t want one. I recall you saying I was a rude Alpha” He implied.

💥-“That was before I realized you did have a nice bone in your body.” You grinned at him.

💥-“I have been nice the whole time!” He insisted.

💥-“Oh, I think I am feeling dizzy again.” You murmured acting like you were gonna slump over.

💥-“Really?” He reached out to grab you.

💥-You popped back up with a giggle. “Nope. It seemed to calm you down last time though. You are gonna have to get used to me teasing you if you want a part in this friendship.” You teased.

💥-He didn’t say it out loud but the thought of him being around you long enough for him to get used to your odd behavior made him feel warm inside.

Okay second chapter out. Thoughts? What did you think of him ditching his courting date?  What do you think of Bakugos idea of a meal? How do you think this unlikely friendship is gonna pan out?  Hope you enjoyed it! 💕

[angelsfwrites]

TEETH | CHAPTER TWO

 Masterlist ! | Chapter One ! | Chapter Three ! 

                  ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

CHAPTER TWO:

                   ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

WARNINGS: Body image discussions, food, language, and triggering thoughts ! Please, read with caution !

YOUR eyes fluttered open as you awoke to loud knocking on the door of your quarters. You grumbled and pulled yourself up in bed. Your legs hung over the side as you found your tablet. You quickly pressed the on button and your eyes automatically squeezed shut, “Jesus, that’s so fucking bright!” You exclaimed as you squinted your eyes at the light. 0502, is what the time on the tablet read.

You carefully set it back down on the table and pulled yourself onto your feet. Your body shivered as your feet meet the cold, marbled floor of your bedroom. “Why does it need to be so cold in here, like really?” You muttered to yourself as you went out to the front door.

You quickly ran your hands over your face before pressing your palm to the console near the door so that it could open. You were met with a woman dressed in complete black attire, pulled back, smooth hair, and a small grey tray in her hands.

“All medical personnel gets breakfast served to them at exactly 0500 every morning and dinner at 1800 every night,” She sharply stated with her mouth pulled into a frown.

You smiled sheepishly at her and apologized, “I didn’t know anyone would be here so early; no one informed me of that yesterday.”

Her scowl grew tenfold, “Now, you’re aware, do not be late next time.” She stretched the tray out and you quickly grabbed it.

“Thanks,” you frowned as she quickly walked away from your door. You closed the door swiftly in her absence. 

“Is everyone on this ship an absolute dick to be around?” You grumbled and moved your way back to the table in your small dining room. Setting down the tray on the table, you pulled a chair out and roughly sat down. You needed to eat quickly so that you’d have time to get ready to meet that officer at 0600.

Your hands lifted the top of the tray off to find a very standard breakfast. It was nothing close to meals you shared with your family on Naboo, but at least it was something. You lifted the fork to your mouth as you took a bite. The flavor wasn’t really anything spectacular, but complaining about the food here was literally the last thing you’d be caught doing. 

You thought about your mother, father, and sister while you ate. Your mother practically had a stroke, your father looked like he was ready to burst, and your sister looked like she might cry when you told them where the academy had stationed you. It took a lot of convincing for them to even let you board the transport ship, but somehow you’d managed to ease their minds. You’d reassured them that you were just going to do a job and that you wouldn’t go looking for trouble the moment you stepped foot on the Finalizer. 

You finished your food as you looked around your dreary room; you really missed your family. Your mother had a way of lighting up a room wherever she went; her grace and beauty were something you always longed to have. You could barely walk two feet without tripping over nothing. Your father always made everyone laugh, it was almost addicting how melodic it sounded. Your sister was pure beauty bottled into a lithe form; you were definitely dull standing next to her. Her golden hair and bright, blue eyes had the capability of making anyone fall under her spell. 

Boys had never really been your thing on Naboo, you’d left them to your sister. Education was much more important to you because it’s something you had worked towards your whole life. Besides, any boy that showed interest in you immediately stopped once they met your sister. 

You sighed as you pulled yourself up and away from the table. Your feet carried you into the bedroom so you could check the time on your tablet; 0530 it read. You laid it back down and made your way to the fresher to brush your teeth. As you were brushing, toothpaste splattered onto your clothes and you cursed. You quickly swiped the minty substance up and let it wash away in the sink. You quickly flossed and rinsed your mouth out with water after you set your toothbrush back in its holder.

Your feet dragged against the hard floor as you made your way to the small closet to grab your standard work clothes. Thankfully, they were just plain white scrubs and a basic white lab coat to pull over top. You dressed with little grace, even tripping on your pants when you jumped to pull them up over your hips. You righted yourself soon after and finished getting dressed at a much more manageable pace. 

You walked back into the bathroom, after you dressed completely, to brush your hair back into a sleek ponytail. After you were finished, you studied your figure in the mirror. Your eyes had dark bags underneath, your face had a few spots scattered around on your chin and cheeks, your freckles looked as though they were becoming lighter, and your nose seemed to take up too much space on your face. Your body was in no way thin; your hips stuck out a bit, your thighs touched each other, your tummy was looser than it was taut, and you had no angles to be found anywhere on your face. You’d never been really insecure with your body, but working around fit employees was sure to change that. Everyone here was carved very carefully and deliberately, whereas your body looked like it was an afterthought. Where the First Order employees were hard, you were completely soft.  

Once you had enough of nitpicking yourself, you made your way to your bedroom to pull on some socks and shoes. You put on socks that had tiny bogwings printed on them because you needed to add some fun into your outfit somewhere. Basic, white shoes were pulled up to cover the socks and quickly tied. You grabbed your badge off the table and neatly clipped it onto the front pocket of your coat.

Your hands found the tablet again and you sighed as you clicked it on; 0550, it read. You cursed as you dropped it sharply onto the table; you really needed to hurry if you were going to be there on time. You scurried out the front door as you desperately tried to remember how to get there. 

A few seconds later you were met with the door to the medical wing and you sighed in relief. Your fingers quickly typed 55784 into the keypad and you sighed in relief when the door slid up for you. You stepped in and the same smell from yesterday hit your nose as you watched the doctors and nurses bustle all around you. It seemed a tad bit more hectic in here than it did yesterday, but you chalked that up to the fact that you had arrived late last night.

A short, quick breath was drawn into your nose as you made your way to the back where your office was stationed. You couldn’t find a clock on any of the walls you passed and you prayed that you weren’t late. The strict lady that had shown up at your door this morning and chewed you out for being only two minutes late, scared you away from ever being late again. 

Your hands shook by your side as a shaky breath was drawn into your lungs. You had no idea what was waiting for you on the other side of this door. You had absolutely no idea if you were late or on time, but you prayed for the latter. You tried to steady your hands as you typed the code for the door into the keypad. The door opened and the air slapped your face with malice as your office was revealed to you.

A voice from inside said your name, “It seems you are right on time.”

Your eyes trailed up from the floor to find a lean structured man with bright, ginger hair standing in the middle of your office. Your jaw clenched with simmering fear, but somehow his cold words soothed you, “Oh thank you, God, I’m not late!” You exclaimed in your head.

Your glee was short-lived as the pale man spoke again, “I am General Hux. I’ve been appointed to go over the First Order rules with you this morning.”

Your head nodded in turn with his words, “Nice to meet you, General Hux.” You hoped your voice didn’t quiver like you thought it did.

Hux’s mouth pulled into a slight sneer at your words and he scuffed, “You’ll find me to be a man that’s not fond of pleasantries, so keep them to yourself.”

Your mouth pulled down into a frown as you thought, “This man definitely has at least four sticks shoved up his ass.”    

He regarded you with a cold look as the sneer seemed to stick to his face, “Come in and take a seat, quickly.”

Your body acted on command and you found your feet scurrying across the hard floor. Your ass quickly sat in the examine chair, your eyes staying glued to the floor. This man was far too intimidating to actually look in the eyes. Some small part of you was scared that one long look from him could steal the blood from your veins and bleed you dry.

His voice fueled your fear as he spoke, “Good, you know how to listen to superior officers. You’d do well to remember the given orders are to be followed.”

Your eyes almost dared to sneak a look at his face again, but you kept a tight leash on that part of yourself, “Of course, General.”

Hux’s aura seemed to shift at your words; your fear only fueled him, “Rules are expected to be followed to the utmost degree. There will be severe punishments for breaking them and they are not pleasant.”

You swallowed the bile that rose up your throat, “What the fuck did I get myself into? Seriously, what was I thinking?”

He continued to speak, his voice laced with power, “The rules are as follows: respect is expected here; superior officers will not put up with nor tolerate disrespect. You are to work your hours and leave when they end; tardiness will not be tolerated. You are not to speak of any patients you get in here, especially about their physical appearance,” he sucked in a quiet breath and continued, “If you are to receive someone of high stature, their medical documents are to be delivered to me or another high ranking officer. Personal relationships are highly discouraged here; remember you and your coworkers are especially expendable.” 

Spit pooled in your mouth as you tried to work it down your throat; everything seemed like it was slowly closing. His words cut deep into your mind as you registered the threat hidden behind every vowel. The last sentence he spoke seemed to burrow itself deeper into your psyche, the promise behind those words would haunt your nightmares. 

He cleared his throat and your eyes were forced up to his face. His eyes reflected exactly what you’d expect from a man surrounded by death and drunk on power; your own personal Hell. His mouth was still pulled into a sneer, except it seemed like it had grown in the time he’d been in here with you. You’d thought the people you had met upon arrival had been cut from bloodshed and ice, but the man standing in front of you made them look like harmless bugs. You could tell he craved power and fed his status with every drip of fear leaking from your body.

His cold voice carried to you again as your eyes were trapped in his cold glare, “Relationships between superior and commanding officers are strictly prohibited and will result in your immediate departure from the First Order.”

The words “immediate departure” sunk into your veins as cold fear gripped your beating heart. The threats before had been laid out like blankets beneath the words he spoke, but this threat gripped them in a chokehold. If it wasn’t obvious before, it certainly was now. 

He clasped his hands behind his back as he turned towards the door. He was in the doorway when he stopped, angled his head towards you, and said your name, “Remember we are always watching our employees.” 

With that sentence, he swiftly departed, but his paralyzing aura lingered in the room with you. No immediate relief was gifted as you heard his boots carry him away from you. The room still felt too small and your throat still felt like it was closing. The sweat that had gathered on your neck and brow dripped down your skin as a cold feeling gripped your body. All your hairs were still standing on end and you gripped the edge of the chair to try to alleviate your anxiety. 

A small shaky breath was drawn into your lungs, and then another one, and another one. You kept breathing in small breaths and, after a few, your heart rate seemed to slowly return back to normal. The fear was still there, but it was softer now, almost like an afterthought at the back of your mind.

You shook your head as you stood on two unsteady legs. You began to gather equipment to get ready for the day, but one thought seemed to linger and hum in the air surrounding you; it was completely inescapable.

“You were going to die here.”

                ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Another chapter of teeth is here ! I know Kylo isn’t in it yet, but I promise he’s coming soon. This fic will probably be a slow burn and right now I’m really trying to write in suspense and tension.

Feedback is always appreciated and loved. I really enjoy hearing what people thought of the chapter and what they think might happen.

Have a good day and stay safe and healthy, everyone !

- K :) !

[ohtheseboysilove]

Out of luck. [ Ben Hardy x F!Reader]

Words : 6, 200 K +

Warnings : fluff, bit of angst

Summary : You have the most wonderful first date with Ben, wishing nothing more than seeing him again. The only problem is he never text you again after promised to.

Note :  A little fluffy break in all these angsty writing on my tumblr ;))) Hope u like my cutie pies !!

🌼Requests are open🌼☀ Masterlist ☀

The butterflies in your belly were flapping there wings excitedly, bumping around each other due to your melting state. You were completely melting. That was the word. Ben was making you literally melt. He was so sweet, your heart beating so heavily against your chest, everything about him was practically perfect. Handsome, funny, smart and definitively a gentleman. It had been so long since a boy made a such good impression right away, it was exciting. And obviously a bit scary. You had the bad habit to get attached way too quickly before being brutally bring back to the reality. You really hoped this time this guy was serious because you did like him, a lot.

“Let me get that” The beautiful british immediately grabbed the bill from the waitress’s hands, smiling kindly at her.

“No, Ben, we can do half-half” You protested as you took your wallet from your hand bag but he was quicker, slamming notes on the table.

“My treat, love. Don’t fight me on this, I can be very stubborn” He winked at you and stood up as you did the same, he even helped you put your coat on !

You both exited the restaurant, sharing nervous but flustered glances to each other. It was the famous moment did he like the date like I did ? Or was he just polite ?

“Thanks for paying tonight” You smiled softly as you slowly walked on the pavement, hands bumping against each other, the two of you too timid to do the first step. “But I pay the next time” You blurbed out without thinking.

When a grinned broke on his face, your eyes widened as you processed your words, chewing nervously your bottom lip.

“So you want us to have a second date ?” His dimples were popping as he smiled, rather amused by your sudden red cheeks.

“Hum, I– I mean...if you want to–“ You ate half of your words, feeling incredibly dumb under his deep green eyes. “But...it’s alright– we don’t have to...hum see each other again...if you don’t want” You swallowed thickly when you managed to finally spit your answer, biting your nails as you were shitting yourself.

“I’m just teasing love. Of course I want to see you again” The blond stopped walking and grabbed your hand, squeezed it gently. His bright gaze looking sweetly at you. “I spent a really really good evening. I think you’re amazing. And pretty. Very pretty if I may had” Your heart fluttered strongly, drowning in these adorable compliments. He definitely know how to charm a lady.

“Oh, thank you Ben, you’re...really pretty too. I mean handsome!” You cleared your throat under the embarrassment you was creeping on you. How could be always so awkward ? “You’re really handsome too” You added and felt yourself blushed harder at Ben’s staring.

“You’re so bloody adorable” The blond almost giggled, shaking lightly his head. “Can I walk you home ? Don’t want to leave you right now” The british murmured, it was now his turn to have little patches of pink on his cheeks.

“I would love that” You swallowed back a girly giggle when he interlaced his fingers with yours, a wide smile painting on your features. God, you were already crushing too hard on this man.

The walk back to your flat was too short for your taste, a little fifteen minutes filled with laugh, awkward anecdotes and flirty glances. It was around eleven, the night had already coated London’s streets and you felt like these romantic, cheesy movies when you and Ben stopped at the stairs of you flat, looking nervously at each other.

Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me! Your mind was screaming silently to Ben, you were too shy to do it first. He was so perfect and you were so...you, it was a bit hard to believe he was really into you. The british probably read in your eyes how much you were hoping he would kiss you or maybe it was the way your gaze kept flicking between his lips to his eyes. It wasn’t your fault, there were incredibly inviting, plump and well-shaped with a light shade of pink. You were sure he was a good kisser, an amazing one, this was–

“Are you with me, love ?” You blinked confusedly at he chuckled gently, biting his bottom lip.

“Sorry I zone out for a second” You confessed with a crimson face. What a creep.

“What were you thinking about ?” Ben asked as he tilted his head to the right side, his thumb rubbing softly on the skin of your hand. His touch was smooth and warm. God you hoped he would kiss you.

“Hum, I– I was thinking about Frankie!” You panicked and blurbed the first thing which came in your mind, slapping mentally yourself.

“You were thinking about my dog ?” He repeated with an arched eyebrow, a confused smile hanging on his pretty face.

“Yeah, I mean she was so cute on the pictures you show me, I can’t wait to meet her” You giggled awkwardly, tucking hairs behind your ears and internally screaming idiot idiot idiot! “God, I’m sorry, I sound so weird! I...so sorry. I don’t know why I said that, I panicked” You added in a flustered tone, he was making too nervous for your own good.

At your total surprise, Ben didn’t looked strangely at you or awkwardly but instead he laughed, pushing you against his chest, his head falling on yours.

“God (Y/N), I swear you need to stop being so bloody cute” You could feel his chest vibrating with chuckles, your hands still interlocked. “You’re too adorable” He let go of your hands and before you could be disappointed from the loss of contact, his large palm went cradling your burning cheeks, making you shivered at the warm and intimate touch. “Bloody adorable. And so pretty. And I really want to kiss you right now, if it’s okay with you” The british whispered the last sentence as you eyes fluttered at the tenderness of the moment. Blood was rushing at your temples and heart beating so quickly.

“Kiss me please” You practically whined, feeling totally overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze. And these perfect lips teasing you.

The blond chuckled at your eagerness before brushing so softly his mouth over that you barely felt it. Bloody cute he murmured against you and dived back on your lips, and this time he gave a real kiss and you definitively felt like in a movie. If it was starting to rain in next minute, you would certainly pinched yourself to be sure you weren’t dreaming.

And there you were, melting again. Melting again his soft, delicious lips perfectly fitting with yours, kissing you over and over again. Your hands naturally found his waist as his own were still holding delicately your face. He stopped when you were both panting, eyes glistering with eagerness and happiness, your heart was bursting with love right now. Ben didn’t say anything and slid his fingers on your hips before bringing your closer, his pillowed lips finding yours in an electrifying way. Your hands travelled on his back, gently rubbed on his broad shoulders before terminating there exploration on his neck, linking behind it. His hot tongue gently grazed on your lower lips, asking for permission and – permission immediately granted – it was an amazing kisser. Not to much tongue or saliva but just the right mix between a hot, deep kiss and still keeping his softness, not throwing a show in the middle of the street.

“Woah” You couldn’t contain yourself when you broke the kiss, taking a step back to have complete look over the blond. “Hum, that was amazing” You murmured with a lovestruck gaze, head a bit dizzy from the overwhelming feeling of joy flooding on you.

He ran a tongue on his lips and you repressed a moan at the sight, this was incredibly hot.

“Agreed. Absolutely amazing” He nodded, his hands tightening around your waist, both of you lost into your gazes. “You’re amazing” He bumped his nose with yours. “Bloody amazing. I can’t wait to see you again” He gently nipped at your bottom lip.

“Me too Ben” you whispered back, your heart feeling heavy at the thought of him going back to his place. You wanted to stay in his arms forever. And once again, if you were in a movie, it was the perfect timing to invite him over for a last drink. Which would end up – ninety percent of chance – with the romantic interest sleeping with the main character. But here the thing, that not something you were comfortable with, usually you needed to know the person better before being intimately with this person. The trust, it was essential for you and invited a man you only saw two times in your life wasn’t in your habit, not at all. But when you looked at him, his sweet smile waiting for you to say these few words, your heart was beating so quickly but not with nervousness...just excitement. You wanted it, so much. So you did it. You pronounced these six words the blond was dying to hear from your mouth. “Would...hum, would you like to come in ?” You blurbed out, wishing he wouldn’t turn you back.

But of course he didn’t. His face litted up right away and shook his head, eagerness rushing through his blood.

“God yes” You both giggled, pink covering your cheeks and gazes sparkling with fondness and something else, much more powerful. Lust. He wanted you, it was all over his eyes, pupils slightly dilated as his large hands were still on your hips, fingers pushing into your exposed flesh. You wanted him as equally.

**

The two glasses of red wine were long forgotten on the coffee table, both of you too busy with each other, exploring bodies with soft, yet hungry touches. Ben was buried between your bare legs, lips alternating between kisses and nibbling on your sensitive flesh as his two of his fingers were inside you, stretching your walls deliciously.

“Oh! Oh! My god!” You squeaked in a horrendous high-pitched voice when Ben’s fingers hit that spot, the one which made your toes curled and your belly twisted in pleasure. Then his pillowed lips found your clit, sucking and twirling his tongue on it and you were done. You came in a strangle scream, against the blond’s thirsty mouth, lapping every drop of your juice until you fell flat on your sofa, your sweaty chest – only covered with this so innocent little white bra – panting as you slowly emerged back from our high. “Shit Ben, was so good” You breathed loudly, a giddy smile floating on your radiant face.

“You taste absolutely delicious, darling. Just like I know you would” His lips were on yours, kissing lazily each other, hands sneaking on your bare arse, pitching it cheekily. “I want you so bad (Y/N), so badly” His raspy voice, coated with need, was murmuring against your mouth, his hips slowly thrusting against your bare center as his hard covered cock was teasing you.

“I want you too, Ben. Want you to feel you inside me” You replied with a moan at the delicious friction was making the knot coming back in your lower belly. “You’re so beautiful” Your nails were gently grazing on his bare chest, your eyes roaming every inch of his magnificent muscles before ending on his perfect features, without a doubt you favourite part to admire.

He chuckled softly at your words, hand rubbing the globe of your ass. “Did you see yourself, love ? You’re gorgeous, fucking hot. Look at these thigh and this pretty pussy” He pressed a simple kiss on it, making you shivered. “So sexy”

So sexy. Ben called you fucking hot and so sexy. The bubbles of pleasure in your lower body were popping as the words sunk into your mind. Not bloody cute or too adorable like he was calling you earlier, which you had love for sure. But being called cute as being half-naked could have been a bit insulting. Depressing ever.

“Do you have a condom ?” He winked playfully and brushing his mouth on your jaw before standing up, only wearing his – now way too tight blue navy underwear. A beautiful sight. He shook the precious square protection and his eyes fell on your ass when you started walking away, motioning him to follow you. Which he did. Eagerly.

Ben wrapped his arms around your back, hands barely grazing on the inside of your thighs and his plump, warm lips found your neck, kissing and biting on the flesh. You let your head fell on his shoulder, your ass pressing strongly against his crotch, his dick poking on your lower back. When you couldn’t take anymore of this teasing, you turned around and grabbed his hand, bringing him with you on your bed. He fell on you, careful to not crushing you and your eager fingers immediately tugged on his waistband, freeing his painfully hard cock. You absent-mindedly bit your lips at the sight, red and leaking. All of this, just for you. And because of you.

“You sure you want that ?” His voice was soft, his eyes searching in your pupils any hesitation. But he didn’t find any. Only an inch of nervousness. “Don’t need to be nervous with me, love” He kissed you, not hungrily like previously but with an adorable sweetness, trying to calm your nerves.

“I want you, Ben. I’m just...nervous because it’s the first time I do something like that and, yeah, it’s making me excited and anxious at the same time” You rambled, fingers tracing the broad muscles of his right shoulder.

“You...you’re a virgin ?” The blond asked with a surprised voice, his green eyes rounds and confused.

You furrowed your brows and thought about what you just said. And yes indeed, it was pretty confusing. You giggled awkwardly.

“Oh my god, no ! That’s not what I meant, I’m not a virgin. Not at all !” You exclaimed, shaking your head with burning cheeks. Then you blushed even more, fuck, now he was probably thinking you were some kind of cheap whore, throwing yourself at every men you saw. “Shit, I’m not saying I sleep with all the country either ! God, I’m so awkward, I’m sorry”

You were crimson, feeling utterly stupid and a real cockblocker this moment. You should have kept your mouth shut instead of ruining the mood with your clumsiness.

“Love, relax, alright ? Don’t need to apologise for anything” Ben chuckled gently. “Tell me what bothering you”

“Nothing, it’s just the first time I’m sleeping with someone on a first date” You confessed and felt like a poor little girl, making a fuss of nothing. “I know it’s not a big deal but I usually wait longer and so I feel a bit nervous, I don’t want to regret it. If you don’t call me back after or something” You mumbled and rambled, eyes looking everywhere except in Ben’s direction. You were so embarrassed.

“Hey, look at me” His finger grabbed your chin and you said as he did, feeling vulnerable under his intense gaze. The fact you were naked only added more shyness on you. “I’m not forcing you into anything. If you want us to wait, we will. I’m not gonna sleep with you then disappeared, I’m not this kind of guy. I’m honest, if I want a one-night-stand, I would have tell you. But I don’t. I want to see you again, doesn’t matter if we have sex or not tonight”

You nodded timidly. Where did you found such a perfect gentleman ? You thought it was an extinct species.

“I really, really want you Ben” You replied before snapping the condom from his hands. You tear the wrapping and checked with Ben if he was okay with that before you rolled down the condom on his hard length, earning delicious little grunts from the gesture.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you driving me crazy” Ben groaned when you put your legs opened, inviting him closer to you. He grabbed his dick and slowly rubbed the tip against your wet folds, your breathing increasing at the sweet torture.

The blond moved his hips and gradually entered into you, both of you cursing and moaning at the feeling. God, it felt so good.

**

The next moments were spent with hungry and eager touches, your fingers lost into his blond locks, legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

His thumb circling on your throbbing clit, making you saw starts.

His hips snapping against yours, slowly then quickly, fastening the pace at your pleading cries.

His delicious, pillowed lips kissing every inch of your exposed breasts, nibbling at your tits, tongue swirling around, making your back arched.

You walls involuntarily clenching around him when he hit the sweet spots he touched earlier with his fingers, giving you even more pleasure with his length into you this time.

Your bodies were interlaced together, both of you shivering, the heavy atmosphere smelling sex and sweat. A mixing you never thought you could enjoy that much.

There were grunts and moans escaping your throats. Whines, cries and whimpers were too, especially when you were right on the edge. Pleading and begging echoing through the bedroom as Ben worshipped every part of your body.

You kissed. So many times. Hotly and messily. Sloppily and deeply. Tongues brushing around each other until your out of breath. Love-bits left on his strong jaw before licking at the pretty bruise.

When you both came, you were panting but smiling dizzily, still recovering from the high you both reached. You didn’t regret it at all.

**

“I have to go” Ben whispered as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, smiling at your sleepy face.

“Call me hum ?” You replied with a grin as he winked at you and left the room, murmuring a I will.

He had to go back at his place at an indecent early hours in the morning, to prepare himself for an important meeting during the same day. You were a bit frustrated to see him left so soon but you would see him another day, hopefully this week.

**

You were eating lunch in an old pub with one of your closest friend Tina, eager to tell her about your date night with the beautiful British. Okay you maybe kept under silence the fact that you slept with him. You loved your friend to death but she was a bit pessimistic and you didn’t need her to freak out and made you doubt too.

“Oh I swear Tina, he is such a sweetheart! And he was so funny and easy-going ya know ? I feel like I know him since forever” You gushed with dreamy eyes, chewing at a piece of bread.

“Well someone seems really into this guy” She gave you a warning look, taking a mouthful of her fish and chips.

You rolled your eyes at her reaction. "I know what you’re thinking but I swear he’s a good guy” You smiled softly at the thought of the cute face of Ben. "I’m not doing the same mistake twice okay ? I know he likes me too”

You had the bad habit to get yourself attached to quickly, friendly and romantically speaking and often ended disappointed. But this time you were sure Ben wasn’t taking advantage of you, you were a nice girl but not stupid.

“I’m happy for you (Y/N) but I’m also worried, I don’t want to see you hurt again” Tina smiled gently and took a sip of her tap water as you nodded, appreciating her protective behaviour over you. She saw you crying over men too many times. “Did he text you yet ?”

“Nop. But he told me he have some busy days coming so it’s alright” You replied with a shrug. “He will text me soon”

**

But he didn’t. Your date had been on the Sunday night and now it was Wednesday evening and still nothing. You were angry and nervous. And hugely disappointed. You knew he would be busy at work but a simple text wasn’t too much to ask.

You were mopping around in your flat, wondering if you should text him first. You did really like him.

“Why do you think Flynn ? Should I text him ?” Your black cat opened an eyes at the sound of his name — napping on the dinner table rather than in his bed — and let out of yawn before buried back his head under his paws, ignoring you royally. “Yeah you’re right. Let’s give him a last shot”

You pulled off your phone and searched for his contact name. Your fingers nervously drumming on the sofa, thinking about what you would say. You didn’t want to so sound to eager or bitter about the fact that he had been ghosting you for the past three days. But you didn’t want him to think you weren’t interested at all. You needed the perfect mix between that. You typed and deleted about twenty times before sending your text, heart beating awfully quickly about your ribs cage.

(Y/N) : Hey Ben, hope everything is okay at works. I was wondering if you were free Friday night for a drink ?

You were rather proud of your — casual but polite — text. Now you just needed to wait for his answer.

**

Which never came. You were livid. It was Friday night and you were at your place, cursing about Ben to your poor cat. You felt so fucking naive, he fucked you and now he was ignoring you, he already had what he wanted. How typical coming from a man. You were supposed to go out with your friends tonight, in your usual and favourite pub but that where you had your date with Ben…the thought of maybe seeing him chatting other girls made your stomach churned. What a fool you had been, once again.

“Nah, sorry I’m feeling a bit sick. Maybe next weekend ?” You lied to your friend on the phone and cancelled every plans for the weekend. You were just feeling dumb and incredibly naive. Not in a mood to go out.

**

On Wednesday lunch, you were meeting with Tina in the new salad bar. You joined her at her table and fell on the seat with a defeated face.

“You were right” You murmured, your eyes staring blankly at the menu. “Why I always go for the fuck boys and the assholes ?”

“He didn’t text you back ?” You shook your head and rested it in your head, elbow propped on the table. "What a wanker” She sighed and cursed under her breath.

“I was so sure this time Tina ! He was so nice and all” You grunted in your hands, cheeks reddening at the feeling of shame. Ben probably had a good laugh when you made him promise to call you back.

“I know hun, men are really in pretending. Everything to sleep with a girl they want to. They’re pathetic, selfish and stupid creature” You chuckled bitterly at her words.

“I…I slept with him after our date” You blurbed out, it was even worse to admit. You were that girl who childishly thought after sleeping with your date, he would really call you back.

“You what ?” Tina’s eyes were rounds and shocked. But she wasn’t judging you, she had a fair share to first-date-shag too. She was just really surprise because like you said to Ben, it wasn’t something you did, ever.

“Yeah, (Y/N) finally trust a man enough to fuck with him on the first night and he never called her back, I’m a joke” You sighed bitterly. "I hate men”

“Me too, hun, me too”

**

“That’s it (Y/N), you’re coming with me tonight” You were buried under your cover, the new season of Stranger Things playing on your laptop. “We’re going to our pub and if you see Ben, then you could tell him to go fuck himself” Tina threw the cover away, making you whined pathetically.

“I watching something, can’t go out” You contested with a pout.

The truth was, you were feeling a bit — a lot — insecure after Ben ghosting on you. The date went so well, the sex even better, great alchemy between the two of you, so why did he never called you back ? It made you feel awkward and ashamed, saying he liked you then dumbed you like a dirty sock. Naive little (Y/N).

“Come on, jump in the shower. You shouldn’t watch that show, these kids have a better love life than the both of us” You threw her a pillow and reluctantly walked to your bathroom.

You needed to get over it. Alright, a boy lied to you in order to have sex with you and you stupidly believed him, and what ? You weren’t the first to fall in the trap and certainly not the last one. You will go out for a drink with your friends and have fun. And Ben could go fuck himself.

**

You were wearing your pale pink dress, it was really nice to wear because of the thin garnishment and it was falling above the knees with simple shoulders straps. You felt cute, not hot or sexy but simply cute. And that was just what you wanted. Not an inch of flirting tonight, you were out with your girlfriends and were strongly decided to not speak to a word or gave a glance to any man inside this pub, they were all devilish. Okay, maybe an exception for the barman because you would definitely need alcohol tonight.

You entered the pub with your three other friends around six in the afternoon and it was already difficult to find a good spot. You managed to get a booth for the four of you and you immediately felt better to be outside. You already gave to much attention to Ben, mopping about him for way too long.

"I’m gonna order our drinks, girls ?” Stacy asked as she stood up, asking silently your orders.

Everyone answered beers expect you.

“Sex on the beach hum ? Feeling frisky tonight (Y/N) ?” She winked at you.

“Just need to relax and have some fun after an exhausting week of boring work” You replied, trying your best to sound casual. The last three weeks had been spent thinking about Ben and why he never called back but that was your ashamed little secret. Only Tina was aware of it.

You chatted for a good thirty minutes, sipping your cocktail and cackling at your friends’ stories before the need to pee was to urgent to just ignore it. After doing your business, you washed your hands and exited the bathroom, drying your hands on your dress. You stopped at the pub and ordered another cocktail, humming quietly at the song playing by the band.

“Hi (Y/N)” You turned your head quickly, feeling cheeks burning with anger. No fucking way. “Listen, I know what you’re thinking but–“

You didn’t let him finish and threw your drink at his face as soon the barman slid it in front of you. The blond gasped in surprise at the coldness of the drink then wiped away the alcohol from his eyes.

“Asshole” You spat before waving at the bar for another drink, doing your best to ignore the blond at your side.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry but I swear it’s not like its look like !” Ben grabbed some napkin some the counter and patted them on his soaking face and tee-shirt. “Let me explain, please !”

“You’re fucking funny. So you didn’t get in my pants and never called me after ? Telling me specifically that you would call me ?” You groaned without looking at him, you were angry and feeling humiliated. Why he was even talking to you.

“Yes but–“

“Save it Ben. You’re an asshole who can’t even have the balls to tell a girl he just want a one-night-stand, it’s so easier to lie and promise thing. It worked with me” You cut him bitterly.

You read somewhere that men regretted the girls they didn’t sleep with but woman regretted boys they slept with. It was feeling absolutely so relating right now.

“I wanted to call you ! I wanted so badly !” He replied with desperation, feeling you slipping between his fingers.

“Why didn’t you then ?” You asked with an angry tone, arms crossed and death stare on him. “Find someone else to fuck ?”

“Jesus, no ! I broke my phone, okay ?” He dug into his pocket and took at his phone, his sticky digits – from your cocktail – were leaving print of the black screen. “Here, see ? New phone !” You glance at the phone and humphed sarcastically, not really convinced by the trick. You didn’t remember which iPhone he had during your date so honestly it didn’t change anything to your pissed-off mood.

“Great for you” You shrugged as you slid a note to the barman, taking your drink in your hand, ready to go back to your table.

“(Y/N), I swear I’m not lying ! I really like you, really really like you !” He grabbed your forearm and made you puppy-eyes, making your heart cracked up for a quick second. “Let me explain, please. I felt horrible for the past three weeks, thinking about you and how mad you probably were about me. I didn’t plan to ghost you after sleeping with you, I’m not like that” These big greenish eyes were sweating with sincerity and it made you doubted for a moment.

“You got five minutes” You moved his hand away from your arm and lay against the counter, sipping your cocktail.

“Okay, when I left your flat monday morning, I went home and I dropped my phone in the fish tank of my little nephew” The blond quickly explained, his face flushed with pink. “I know, it sound like a fucking lie but it’s not ! My sister went on holiday and I pet-siting the family gold fish, I was feeding him and answering a work e-mail at the same time and it just...slid off my hands, right into the water” He chewed nervously his lips, his pretty eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, desperate to make you believe him.

You shifted uncomfortably, he seemed sincere but how could you be sure of that ?

“And I couldn’t tell you because your number was on the phone ! I went to the phone shop but I couldn’t get back any numbers so I was screw. And I couldn’t remember where you lived, I felt so dumb but every building look the same and I didn’t know if yours was the 25A or 52A” Ben gave a timid smile, rubbing his neck in nervous gesture.

“It’s 140B” You commented with an amused grin, his face falling as he cursed loudly.

“Shit. I wasn’t close at all” His large palm found his forehead as he shook his head, murmuring about how stupid he was. “But I really wanted to see again ya know ? And the only thing I knew for sure that this pub was your favourite, so I came back here after work for the past three weeks, until I find you. Tonight.” You widened your eyes at his confession and his neck went crimson. “God, that sound a bit creepy, sorry” He added with awkward chuckle.

“You...you’re really did that ?” Now it was your cheeks which went pink. If that story was true, it was certainly flattering.

“Yes, I did ! You can ask the barman, he was worried to see me here every night. He even gave me a tract for Alcoholic Anonymous meeting” Ben replied eagerly, relief rolling on him as you weren’t not so defensive anymore. You hid a giggle behind your hand and looked at the barman, wondering if it was true or if you were just being naive. Ben caught your questioning gaze and called the barman. “Hey man, can you tell this pretty girl here, that I was there every night during the past three weeks ?”

“He is not lying, I found that a bit weird because I never saw him here and suddenly, he was there every nights the pub was opened. Then he told me it was about a girl and it wasn’t surprising anymore” The ginger man shrugged and went back to his work as Ben thanked him with a satisfied smile.

“See ? I was really hoping you would come back here” He said with a low voice, the atmosphere between the two of you had change at the revelation. Butterflies going crazy in your belly as you realised all of this story was just a big misunderstanding. “I am so sorry, I never planned to make you feel like I just used you for sex. I’m so glad you came here tonight and gave me a chance to explain” You curled your lips into a loving smile, he was so sweet. God, you were so relieved to hear that.

“I’m sorry for the drink” You said, your eyes looking at the big stain on his white tee-shirt. “And for the not really nice things I said to you earlier” Your cheeks flushed and Ben shook his head, bottom lip trapped between his pearly white teeth.

“Nah, it’s okay, I deserved it. I mean, that’s a normal reaction for what you thought I did to you” Both of your hands were on the counter, few millimetre away from each other, craving for some touches.  His pads carefully brushed over your fingers, testing the water and you immediately interlaced them together, giving a little smile. “Can you give me another chance ?” The blond murmured with hope.

“Okay” You replied simply, heart bursting with joy. “I’m sorry I already bitched about you to my friends” You added with a giggle, both of you could feel the nasty glances from your friends.

“I guessed you did, yes. I’m gonna leave you with your friends before they bit my head off” He handed you his phone and you typed your number for the second time, hoping this time was the last one. “Can I see you tomorrow ?” His voice was nervous and hopeful, kicking the nest of butterflies in your stomach. “And no sex, I want to prove you that I’m not seeing you only for that. I mean, it’s definitively a bonus but if you want for us to wait six months before going back at it, I’m totally in, I don’t care”

You melted at his adorable face, flushed and stressed, his thumb rubbed on the flesh of your hand absent-mindedly. You chuckled and slid your free hand on his face, caressing his cheek softly. You bowed your head and gave him a kiss on the lips. He seemed surprise but didn’t think twice before kissing you back, his mouth smiling widely against yours, in a long but soft embrace.

“We don’t have to wait six months Ben” He breathed an oh thanks god, making you cackled. “What do you have in mind for tomorrow ?” You hand fell on his shoulder, rubbing it lazily.

“You could come with me and Frankie, we planned to have a little picnic in Richmond park, maybe a nap and some tanning. Oh, and of course, barking and running behind every ducks from the lake” You nodded with a grin. “If I remember correctly, you were pretty eager to meet my little girl, weren’t you ?” He teased you about the stupid comment you made when he was about to kiss you at your first date.

“Oh shut up” You slapped lightly his chest and your heart buzzed at his irresistible laugh. “If you drop the teasing about this awkward memory, I would to come with you and Frankie tomorrow”

“Everything you want, love” Love. The come back of the pet name made you pinched your lips harshly, keeping for yourself the giddy smile menacing to appear on your face.

“It’s a date then” You murmured and when he pressed his lips back on yours, a sweet sigh escaped your parted mouth, savouring his delicious taste. “Text me when do you want us to meet, okay ?” You squeezed his hands and walked back to your friends as he exited the pub, both of you sharing a last loving gaze.

“Girl, what was that ! Who is that hot guy ? Was it the one who didn’t call you back ? You kissed him ! Girl ! ” You friends harassed you at the very second you came back at the table but you didn’t mind, a woozy grin was floating on your features.

A little half and hour later, you felt your phone vibrated in your pocket. Ben. You bit your lower lip with excitement.

Ben : 11h30 tomorrow ? Would it work for you ?

Before you could type an answer, a second text appeared on your screen.

Ben : Ben sent you a picture.

It was a photo of his fridge and stuck with a magnet was a little post-it. On it was wrote (Y/N) : 07818******

Ben : Just in case something happened to my phone before tomorrow morning...don’t want to lose you again. Can’t wait to see you xx

You let an excited and girly scream of joy leaving your mouth, belly bubbling with delight and happiness, earning a surprise glance from your friends.

“God, he is such a sweetheart !”

**

[white-sockss]

august 26, 2019. 7:00 pm.

sorry for disappearing for a couple of days with no updates. my bad. but i’m back!! i was in a weird/bad mindset for a couple of days and i didn’t want to project negative energy but i’m alright for now. today is a monday. on friday, my cousin wanted to go shopping because he was bored so i tagged along. i felt fat because of the small binge i had the night before but i missed hanging out with him so i sucked it up. i knew i would be eating with him so i just has to prep myself for it. looking at myself in the mirror was difficult when i was getting ready. i looked gross and fat. we shopped for a couple of hours but we got bored pretty fast. we caught up and talked for a bit, then around 7/8 we got hungry so we decided to try out this american malt shop that everybody was hyping up. i could feel myself becoming more and more anxious as we got closer to the place, but i continued to talk to my cousin as normal as i could. when we got there, i got an oreo malt (or like a milkshake) and it was fuckin huge but SO fucking GOOD. i got a grilled cheese with honey glaze, fries and onion rings. since i’m vegetarian, the selection was already small but this place offered some vegetarian options which i was happy about!! i was craving grilled cheese for the longest and oh my god... was it worth it.... but the grease.. the calories... me and him shared a big thing of onion rings and my meal came with fries. while we ate, we didn’t talk much because we were so hungry so it allowed me to think about each bite i was eating and the guilt that followed each swallow. but i couldn’t stop. my fat ass kept eating until i felt 9 months pregnant. went home, ate a little bit more and then tried to purge with no results. i felt horrible. i tried to exercise even though it was like 10 at night and i couldn’t move for the rest of the night because it felt like i had a huge lump in my stomach (i technically did lol). i regret to say this, but after i couldn’t purge, i took like 6 laxatives. then 2. then 4. i ended up taking 12 laxatives in a span of about 6-8 hours. and i’m still feeling the effects today!!! like fuckin 3 days later!! 12 is the most i’ve ever taken and my god did it fuck me up. i would not recommend.

on saturday, i spent most of the day on the toilet. i decided to do a fast for a couple of days because i felt so horrible and guilty about the past 2 days (and the fact that i couldn’t get rid of my mistakes). and then me and my mom went grocery shopping. i bought about $65 worth of food (mostly drinks and low cal shit). the laxatives hit me so fuckin hard at the store and i had to cut the shop short lol. when i got home, i literally had no energy to draw or to do anything. i just watched mukbangs and binge/restriction videos for the entire night. on sunday, i has no energy to get out of bed, so i just stayed in bed for the entire day. woke up at 5 pm and just continued to sleep. everytime i was awake, i was constantly thinking about food. i was craving pizza so fucking BAD and i just wanted to order it and binge, but i didn’t. i wanted the halo top in the fridge so bad. i wanted to binge so bad, but i had no energy to get out of bed and when i did to go to the bathroom, i felt so faint and dizzy that i couldn’t be fucked to stand up for more than 2 seconds lol. i couldn’t sleep because i was thinking of food. i just wanted pizza. that was all that was on my mind. i then just went on tumblr and scrolled through ed tags and felt slightly better. it feels nice to know i’m not in this alone. i wasn’t able to slee until 6 am, and woke up today at 2 pm.

i felt better today then i did yesterday, but i was still faint and really weak. i couldn’t even keep myself upright in the shower. it was weird. i haven’t weighed myself since thursday. so i decided it was time. i still have fat on my stomach, and i knew i wouldn’t be pleased with the number but whatever. let’s just say i wasn’t pleased with the number lol but i could deal with it. i then wanted to break my fast because i didn’t feel too good so i went upstairs to eat. open house for my school is tomorrow and i don’t want to feel weak/want to pass out while walking around. i was also going to hang out with a friend afterwards, which might lead to eating fast food/just food in general so i wanted to prep myself in a way. guess who ending up chewing and spitting the entire kitchen?!?! this bitch. “ate” some vietnamese desserts, rice, green beans, peanut butter, some fruits, like 3/4 of halo top, 6 taro buns, etc. i can’t remember what else but i c/s most of it but i did swallow somethings. i literally filled an entire grocery bag filled with food i chewed. i had to get rid of the evidence so i went outside in bum clothing and chucked that shit in the trash can. during my binge. i was literally checking out dominos and pizza hut and tempting myself to buy a pizza but i was worried my dad would come home and see me pigging out so i didn’t order it (but i really fucking wanted to!!!). after i finished eating, i felt sick eating all that sugar, but i wasn’t overly filled like i usually was when i binged. i still wanted to get rid of some of the food because i felt kinda bad about eating so i gave it an hour. i know the calories already set in, but i just don’t like the feeling of food inside of me. my dad came home around 6:30 and i was kinda scared to purge but i did anyways. loud music + running water. i was actually able to get stuff up (which made me so happy?? that’s so fucked up to even say but it’s true) and i just kept on going but i was so paranoid my dad was going to catch me, so i stopped after 20 mins. i still have good inside of me, but i’m ok with it i think. i don’t feel sick or anything. just. fine. for the rest of the day, i might just drink some low cal drinks and water and then we’ll see about tomorrow. hopefully i’m not bloated and fucked up tomorrow. i want to be looking decent for open house and i’m hoping i can purge tomorrow’s food if i eat. fingers crossed. i hope you guys are doing ok. :-) or better than me at least lol

[ashtheshortstack]

Garlic in the Cauldron - Ch 6

Garlic in the Cauldron

Adrien Agreste learned from a young age that witches were the enemies to vampires. He was taught to kill on sight, drink them dry, and never look back… however, meeting a witch named Marinette threw his entire world off balance.

Ch 6 - Under Your Love Spell

Read on ao3

<-Previous Chapter/Next Chapter –>

Lying on the blanket, Adrien stared up at the clear night sky above their heads. Marinette was curled into his side, her head on his collarbone. His arm was wound around her waist, pulling her closer.

It was surprising to him that they fell into this physically so quickly. Cuddling with Marinette felt so natural. It was… nice yet weird. He enjoyed her being in his personal bubble, but he’d also never been in love. He had to admit he was addicted to her affection. It made his stomach warm and chest swell with glee. She meant so much to him. The fact that someone cared that much about him was mind-boggling to him.

He knew his mother cared and loved for him. But she’d been gone eight years, and it was hard to recall every moment with her like he’d wished. Having Marinette, however, seemed to make up for the lack of loving touch he’d missed for so long.

He heard Marinette sniffle. “Are you okay? Cold?”

“No, when’s the last time you washed this hoodie? You wear it every time you come here.”

Adrien scoffed. “Excuse me. I clean it often.”

“With a washboard?”

“We do use some human technology, you know.”

“Doubtful.”

“Rude.”

Marinette giggled. Adrien felt his cheeks flush when she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Jesus, he was going to die. She was going to take one hundred years off his lifespan if she kept doing this to him. These surprise attacks were too much. Marinette tangled her fingers with his, beaming at him as she did so.

“I’m sure you’ll forgive me,” she cooed.

“Debatable.”

She batted her eyes, feigning an innocent look. “Do I have to prove it?” she asked with a pout.

Adrien squinted at her. “Maybe.”

Marinette bent down, peppering kisses along his cheeks and jaw. Adrien could already feel the primal need bubbling inside him from just those sweet, innocent pecks. What was wrong with him?

Being a vampire really sucked sometimes.

Her mouth took his, her lips slanting against him. His hands left hers to travel down her waist. He wound his arms around her, hugging her tightly. With her fingers freed, they buried in his blonde locks. The sweet scratches on his scalp made his head spin. His grip tightened on her as her lips began to move harsher along his. The kiss grew heated, passionate. Nothing like any of their previous kisses. His heart pounded in his chest so loudly. He idly wondered if Marinette could hear it and feel it as well.

Adrien tried to keep up. But her mouth kept moving and moving. She kept switching angles, tilting her head different ways. He definitely knew what the term “sloppy make-out” meant after this. He could feel the wetness shared between their lips.

However, when his fang caught her lip bottom lip, his entire world tilted on its axis. The tangy taste of her blood hit his tongue, and the magic sent tingles of his spine. If sparkles had a taste, that would be it. Sitting up, he pushed her away and covered his mouth. He scooted away, breathing heavily into his palm as he tried to gather his wits. Between the make-out and actually tasting witch’s blood, his head was in an entirely different plane of existence.

Was this what a panic attack felt like? He couldn’t breathe. The world spun around him. So much dread felt heavy in his chest.

“Adrien? Adrien! Calm down, you’re okay.”

He opened his mouth behind his hand, but no words came out. The air locked in his lungs. There was blood still on her lip as it oozed down her chin. How deep had he cut her? That was the last thing he’d ever wanted to do! He knew it. He knew kissing her was a bad idea.

When she crawled closer, he scooted away. “No! No, no, no!” he cried.

“Adrien! I’m okay! Please,” she begged.

The crack in her voice made him whimper in response. He finally moved his hands from face, rubbing them nervously on his jeans. “I-I’m so sorry. I knew this would happen.”

“It’s just a little cut… I’m okay.”

Adrien quickly shook his head. “I-It’s not that. I just—I never wanted to taste you.”

Marinette tilted her head. “My blood?”

Nodding, he grimaced. “I don’t know a vampire that doesn’t over juiced from witch blood. I swear, it’s worse than expresso. Being that overzealous has always frightened me. Especially because it has just made my father more aggressive. I couldn’t imagine being like that.”

Adrien wanted to lean away from her touch when she crawled to sit next to him, but he didn’t want to see the disappointed look in her eyes again. “Our blood sustains you longer, right?”

He gave her an inquisitive glance. “Yeah. It does.”

“When it the last time you drank blood?”

Looking away with shame, he grimaced. So, maybe he hadn’t been drinking as much blood as he should have been. He was doing everything he could to avoid his father. That included going to the kitchen. And any time he knew his father wasn’t home, he flew to the coven to see Marinette.

When he didn’t answer her, her attitude seemed to shift. Becoming more serious. Marinette eyed him. Suspicion was clear in that stare. “Adrien, when is the last time you’ve eaten and drank blood?”

“…Three days, maybe?”

She gaped at him. “Adrien!”

“I didn’t mean to! I-I’ve just wanted to see you. And I’ve been avoiding my father since the whole… incident.”

Marinette moved in front of him, planting her hands on his shoulders. “What are you thinking? You’re putting yourself in so much danger.”

He hung his head with remorse. She was right. He was putting himself in danger, as well as her. If he frenzied, he could lose his mind and attack her. The last thing he’d ever want to do was make her afraid of him again.

“I know…” he muttered guiltily. He couldn’t even look at her as he started down at his lap. He really should have been ashamed of himself. Marinette had insisted on him taking care of himself, and he'd failed her.

“Take some of mine.”

Adrien’s head shot up. “What?”

“My blood. From my lip. You can have it. It’s clearly not doing me any good on the outside of my body,” she joked with a shrug.

“Marinette, I can’t—”

“It’ll be okay, Adrien. I promise.”

In his heart, Adrien knew she was right. He needed to get some blood or else it could be dangerous. With a reluctant sigh, he nodded. “Okay. Fine,” he agreed.

Marinette leaned in, pressing her lips back to his. Adrien returned the kiss, melding his lips to hers before letting his tongue travel in to play. He lapped the blood from her mouth and teeth, before catching her bottom lip between his lips. Adrien sucked on the wound, tasting the rusty flavored liquid. The tingles returned down his body. He clutched her shoulders, keeping her steady as he took the blood from her chin. After cleaning her entirely, he flicked his tongue across the wound before pulling away.

Blinking, her eyes were wide when he pulled away. “Woah. Your eyes.”

He ruffled his hair nervously. “O-Oh, yeah. They turn red when I...”

“Drink blood?”

“Yeah…”

Marinette gazed at him with her mouth slightly ajar. “Your vampire tropes are crazy.”

Adrien couldn’t help but laugh at the comment. “We do have a lot of interesting qualities.”

“I agree,” she said with a giggled. When the closed her mouth for a moment, she seemed confused, brows furrowing together as her tongue ran across her bottom lip. “Did you… Did you heal me?”

Adrien nodded. “Yeah.”

“You have magic healing spit? Are you joking?”

The vampire shook his head with a shrug. “We can only heal wounds caused by vampires. We can heal bite wounds or scratches caused by our claws. Stuff like that.”

“Jeez, you’re weird.”

“I’m offended, Marinette, really.”

“It’s just crazy. You have so many powers. I didn’t realize vampires could do so much,” she explained as she scooted to sit next to him.

Adrien bumped her lightly. “You’re saying this to me when you can literally cast any spells you want. I know every magical being has a catch, but you seem to be the most powerful of all creatures, you know?” He hummed staring off into the forest as he asked. “I don’t think you’ve told me what happens to witches? What’s your catch?”

Marinette chewed her lip lightly, seeming hesitant to reveal such information to him. Adrien bent at his shoulders, trying to see the look on her face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Do you not want to tell me?”

She hummed, fiddling with her thumbs. “I just don’t want you to feel pressured or anything.”

“Huh?”

Marinette swallowed, smiling hesitantly at him. “Well, we turn into hags if we haven’t found our soulmates by thirty years old. We begin rapidly aging and only live to be about one hundred. But we have to live the next seventy years looking old as dirt.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting. But it wasn’t that. Licking his tongue across his teeth, Adrien lost himself thinking about it. “Huh.”

“You see to like that word right now.”

“Sorry. That’s just a lot to take in.”

“I mean, knowing you’re allergic to the most random ass things is also a lot to take in, but I think I handled it pretty well,” Marinette retorted, puffing up her chest and crossing her arms. She stuck her tongue out for good measure as well.

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed if—if a vampire can’t be your soulmate.”

Marinette smiled, shaking her head. “If you have a soul,” she pressed her hand to his chest, “then you can be my soulmate.”

Adrien felt his cheeks heat furiously. Shakenly, he placed his hand over hers. She made him so nervous, and he wasn’t sure why. Did shaking hands, sweaty palms, and overthinking really come with love? Apparently so. Seeing her so kind to him made his heart ache. He hadn’t known such affection since his mother was killed. And having it now, from a witch of all people, was a huge adrenaline rush.

“Y-You really think I’m your soulmate?”

She hummed, coyly looking up at him through her lashes. “I think you could be.”

“Oh. W-Wow.”

Marinette smiled. “You seem stunned.”

“A little.”

They fell into a small silence as Marinette seemed to search him. Adrien wasn’t quite sure what to make of the situation. A soulmate? Him? Did she really want that? He couldn’t remember a time he was so flattered. So much warmth pooled inside him. He took her hand from his chest, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“Thank you.”

Pulling him in, she pressed a kiss to his lips in response.

______________________________________________________________

“Have I told you it’s my birthday soon?” Adrien asked, grinning at her.

She gaped, seeming affronted from his confession. “No! Why would you keep that from me?”

Shrugging, he brushed off her comment. “Well, we’ve never really celebrated my birthday. Is it really a big deal?”

“Yes! Of course, it is! I need to give you a gift.”

“A gift? Oh, Marinette… I can’t ask you to go through that kind of trouble for me,” he insisted, waving a hand in surrender.

She gasped, clasping her hands together. “I know exactly what to give you!”

Marinette stood abruptly, hopping to her feet. She held out her hand, and he hesitantly took it. What was she planning? He was pretty unsure of her when she got in those determined moods. Sometimes Marinette’s plots overwhelmed him when she got a little too excited. But he stuck it out and let her drag him along for the ride.

When she helped him to stand, she chewed her lip. “Sooo,” she dragged the sound. “We’re going to have to go to my house to get your gift.”

“W-What?”

His heart pounded as he panicked. Her house!? If her parents found him… he was dead. They wouldn’t hesitate to blast him first and ask questions later. They would just assume he was attacking Marinette in her room, not that he was an invited guest of their daughter. Oh, this was awful.

“It’s okay.”

“N-No, it’s not, Marinette! If we get caught we’re doomed. I can’t step foot in your coven again.”

She squeezed his fingers. “Look, we’ll just sneak in for a few minutes, I’ll give you the present, and then we leave. It’s not a big deal.”

“Do you hear yourself? You’re really trying to sneak me into your bedroom?”

Marinette giggled. “It was only a matter of time, right?”

Adrien looked to Tikki pleadingly. “You can’t possibly think this is a good idea.”

The familiar nodded. “It’s a horrible idea.”

“And you’re not going to stop her from convincing me to do this!?” he asked, stunned at the familiar’s impartial attitude.

“I can’t stop her when she’s convinced of something,” Tikki murmured, glaring at her owner while crossing her tiny arms.

Adrien was shell-shocked with what he was witnessing. He stared, slack jawed and buggy eyed at the two. There must have been more here than he knew about. He’d have to ask later. He couldn’t believe Marinette was actually suggesting  sneaking him into her home.

As much as he loved and adored Marinette, the tiny voices in his head couldn’t help but feel like it could be a trap. Was someone waiting there to take him away? Question him about vampires? Kill him?

“Adrien?”

He was shaken from his thoughts at the sound of her voice. “Y-Yes!?”

Her reassuring smile was almost blinding. “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

Gulping, he nodded. “O-Okay.”

_____________________________________________________________

They arrived at Marinette’s balcony faster than he’d realized. He hopped off the back of her broom before helping her down. It was the most gentlemanly gesture he could muster in his nervousness. Surely, someone would sense him here. Witches weren’t stupid…

She opened the door, crawling down the ladder and Adrien followed suit. He was surprised to see so much pink in her room. There were dresses on mannequins, a sewing machine sitting proudly on the desk, and many little trinkets scattered about. He smiled. Seeing this side of her was a nice change. Just seeing Marinette as a person rather than a witch. Rather than someone he cared for. Seeing her in her element was a nice change.

He walked to a large pink dress. It was beautiful. He ran his fingertips along the fabric, careful to not hit the material with his nails. It was so soft and silky. Almost comforting… he kind of wanted a blanket made out of it, so he could wrap himself in it.

Adrien started towards her sewing machine to examine it as Marinette rummaged through her drawers. She stopped him half-way, however. Marinette beamed as she held up a charm bracelet.

He gawked. She seemed so proud of it. It must have meant a lot to her. “F-For me?”

She nodded. “Yes! This is my lucky charm… it’ll keep you safe. I made it when I was a kid to protect me.”

“From vampires?” he guessed with a shy smile.

Marinette glanced away, tugging at one of her pigtails. "Well, seems like you may need protection from your father anyway."

She wasn't wrong, he mused. Smiling at her. he clasped the charm to his chest. "Thank you… I'll keep it always."

Her eyes were bright as she returned this smile. "Good."

There was a beat of silence. Adrien could hear his heartbeat quicken as he gazed at her flushed face. She was beautiful. The way her bluebell eyes twinkled… the freckles dusting her nose…

There was a magnetic pull between them, inching him closer to her with a small step. The light patter of his feet moving towards her was almost deafening in the quiet. When they were nose to nose, her breathes caressed his lips.

Adrien cupped her jaw, and Marinette leaned contently into his touch. His thumb rubbed gently below her eye in a loving touch. When her lashes fluttered, eyes closing, he decided that was all the permission he needed. The vampire captured her lips.

The kiss was warm. So much warmer than the ones previously. Her lips were slanted with his, lighting a hot fire inside his gut. Some stories described kissing like fireworks, and Adrien finally understood what they meant. Colors exploded inside his mind, imagining the blue of her eyes and the sweet pink of her skin.

Desire bubbled inside him… festering and ready to explode. He'd never wanted someone before, but Marinette seemed to hypnotize him with every movement of her lips on his.

She surged forward, pushing him back so his knees caught on her chaise. Adrien fell back, a little surprised, but not enough to be distracted from her.

Marinette broke from his lips only a moment. Her half lidded gaze sending a heat to his groin he'd never felt before. He wasn't a prude… but this witch sure knew how to make him feel like he had been. All of the new feelings she drew out of him must have been part of a magic spell she'd put him under.

She surprised him by crawling in his lap, straddling his hips on either side. Adrien's senses were suddenly on overload as she pressed against the growing bulge in his trousers.

Catching his mouth again, Marinette deepened this new kiss. Her tongue flicked across his fangs, almost making him lose his mind right then and there. Adrien's body tingled, heartbeat pulsing throughout his veins as she spurred on. It was almost too much for him.

When her hips rolled against him, Adrien let out a predatory growl into her mouth. It encouraged her to do it again. And again. And again. Until Adrien had fully lost himself in her touch.

He wanted her. He wanted her so bad. Every bit of his instincts told him to claim her right then. To rip off her clothes and shove himself inside her.

But he couldn't.

This was treading dangerous waters. It was a bad idea for them to be like this. If he had sex with her… if he claimed her… The scent of her would be stronger on him. His father would know in a heartbeat.

"M-Marinette," he panted, pushing her back slightly.

"Yes..?" she breathed.

Oh, that sultry tone would be the death of him. But this was too risky. He wanted to be intimate with her more than anything. But not when her safety was on the line.

"W-We can't do this. It's not safe."

She shrugged. "I can't get pregnant if that's what you're worried about."

"No!" he squeaked, feeling his cheeks heat at the statement. "My father would know. I can't risk putting you in danger."

Her face fell, but she nodded in understanding. "Yes… I should've thought this through. I'm sorry."

Adrien brushed his fingers along her cheek. "Never apologize for kissing me stupid. I couldn't think for most of that," he chuckled.

That earned him a light giggle. Then she held out her fist. Laughing, he grinned and bumped his knuckle to hers.

"Stay with me until I fall asleep?"

Nodding, he caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her wrist. "Of course."

The two cuddled in her bed until she was asleep in his arms. No matter how desperately he didn't want to leave, he knew he had to. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Adrien gave Marinette a quiet goodbye.

When he and Plagg arrived back to the mansion, Adrien immediately went for a cool shower. He'd never been so worked up in his almost nineteen years. He scrubbed his skin of Marinette's scent, no matter how much he didn't want to. Her safety came first.

Always.

[funkymeihem-fiction]

Special Delivery- Chapter 3

Mei lay listlessly upon her mattress, face still bleary with tears as she stared dully at the television screen, not really watching the rugby match still going strong. She was tired from crying, hunger and thirst gnawed her insides, her outside were sore and dirty from the scuffle earlier, and her mind ached with numb fear and despair. She’d had one chance, and it had only led to her nearly getting killed by minefield, roughed up by the pig-masked man, and summarily recaptured. And there might not be any more chances.

She heard the faint k-thump k-thump sound of a familiar peg leg outside, clacking up to the door. She immediately drew back into the corner, covering herself with the blanket. There was the clicking of a series of locks, and then a peg leg slammed the door open and Junkrat was back again. This time he was hauling a bulging burlap sack, which he threw into his makeshift kitchen before starting to empty it. To Mei’s relief, it only seemed to hold cans and containers of food, which he dutifully began stacking on his haphazard shelves.

Eying him warily, Mei remained withdrawn and silent, trying to make herself very small in her corner. But it was only a matter of time before his supplies were stacked, and he dusted off his hands and rounded upon her, placing both hands upon his bony hips. With that crooked smile, he grinned down at her as if they hadn’t been fighting for her life in the dirt just hours earlier.

“Well lookit who’s up yet again!” he said, almost mockingly friendly still. “Just in time for a tucker! Bet you’re hungry, eh love? Haven’t had anything in you since the back of that car, I wager.”

She didn’t answer, merely squinting at him. Back of what car? Perhaps he’d shoved her into the back of a car in order to get her here? She had no memory of anything after getting cornered on that side street. And she was ragingly hungry and thirsty. Not that she’d admit it to him.

“Still pissy, eh?” he grinned at her silence, snickering under his breath with clear glee. “Kinda thought a roll in the dirt might stir up an appetite. Then the whole chain fiasco. Didn’t take you for the slap and tickle sort, but I guess you like it a bit rough.”

Mei turned her head and stared at the floor, tucking her face into her knees. She definitely did not want this Junkrat going down that trail of thought. But he took no notice of her chagrin and kept on talking.

“Heh! Silent treatment! That’s tough tits for you, love, because I jabber on enough for ten people. How about some din-dins?” He paused, but received no answer. “No? Nothing? Guess I’ll just make meself a big Hog-sized plate of eggs and hash all for my lonesome, then!” The junker was already tying on an absolutely filthy grease-stained apron that read KISS THE COOK in much-faded letters, though it looked like he’d purposefully scrubbed away part of an O so it read KISS THE COCK instead. Ugh. Typical. And disgusting.

She remained curled in her corner, watching him balefully as he set up what looked to be a camp stove and pan. Her heart did seize a little when he picked up a rather large knife, but he didn’t even turn her way. She couldn’t see everything the strange man was doing, his beanpole form with his back to her blocking some of whatever he was chopping up on the counter. And throughout it all, just like he said, he talked.

“Now you and I, sweetness, we’re going to have a chat about hospitality. Because I’ll be damned but you’ve gone and pissed all over mine. But you know what, not even that mad at ya. Just scared. Weren’t you, darl? Moved too fast when you woke up, s’my fault really. Probably your head’s all fucked from how I found ya.” He continued chopping, rough enough that she saw flecks of something or other flying into the air. “So I’m gonna be the decent bloke here and let you know that bygones are just bygones! Pretty gallant for someone you just near on ganked with a chain, don’t you think? But really, don’t try to make another attempt at that because Roadie’s in one of his moods, and someone usually dies when he’s in one of his moods. And you’re too cute to get splattered. Oi! How d’you like your eggies!”

Mei stared at him from over the tops of her knees and maintained her shield of silence.

Junkrat sighed wearily. “Nothing? I see how it is. Well guess what, Sullen Sally, you being a little snit about things isn’t improving the situation here. And you just lost dinner fork privileges, by the by! Yeh, I see how you’re looking at me, thinking you’re going to fork ol’ Jamison in the back. Well I’m onto you. It’s spoons for you from here on in.”

He hummed tunelessly to himself as he began piling things into the frying pan, sparking up the camp stove. And soon she recognized the scent of cooking onions and potatoes, the vapors instilling a hunger in her that had only been kept at bay by fear. If Junkrat was right, it really had been days since she’d last eaten, and she was feeling it. And while her junker captor bobbed to some unheard beat and kept cooking, she found herself not really caring what it was that he was making, if he just gave her some.

Unfortunately, her silence earlier (probably combined with trying to kill him before that) had not done much for his good will. As she watched, he piled an enormous portion of hash and eggs onto a plastic tray instead of a plate. Frankly, she was surprised he didn’t eat out of a trough. And instead of offering her any, he took his tray and ambled over to his couch, setting it on his lap as he picked up a fork and promptly began shoveling piles of food into his jaws as he watched her.

Mei glanced up very briefly to his wild golden eyes, then back down to the tray of hash. She was literally salivating now, and swallowed thickly a few times as she tried not to let it drool out of her mouth. Junkrat only smirked even harder when he noticed, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he really did intend to taunt or starve her for her transgressions. He couldn’t be trusted, after all.

He speared a chunk of potato on his fork and pointed it at her. “I can see you’re hungry. Well, I offered you some! S’wrong? S’not poison, see? You don’t like eggs, maybe? What do you like? If you tell me, I’ll get it for you. But you gotta talk to me, pet. How about we start with your name, and then you tell me what you’ll eat.”

She warily bit her lip, but her snarling stomach was too strong to ignore. And he might as well know the name of the lady he had abducted. So she drew herself up a little and kept her eyes on the tray of hash. “Mei-Ling Zhou…Dr. Mei-Ling Zhou.”

His bushy eyebrows shot up. “No foolin’? A doctor! Maybe my luck is changing, I snagged a doctor! Listen, doc, think you could take a look at me? Have enough aches and pains to fill a list. And I got this weird lump on my-”

“Not that kind of doctor!” She held up both hands quickly, warding off any more talk about his lumps. “Not a medical doctor.”

Rat wrinkled his nose in disappointment, then shrugged. “Eh! What use is a doctor who can’t do doctor things? All right, Mei-Ling Zhou. Mei-Ling. Mei. That’s a pretty name.” He turned his crooked smile upon her, clearing his throat and trying a little too hard to be suave. “Pretty name for a pretty lady.”

She half-lidded her eyes at him in reply.

He merely took another huge bite of his dinner, chewing noisily and speaking around a jaw full of food. “Still pissed at you, mind. Gonna have bleedin’ blues and purples all over my neck for a week and my voice is cracking all over, worse than usual. And you trying to kill me in a shithouse? Hell of a location to take someone out. Insult to injury, that is. You know, Miss Mei, I gotta say I rather expected a little more gratitude on your end. ”

Gratitude! He expected gratitude from her! She could feel her hackles rising at the very thought, but she was still very much aware of her situation- chained to a wall and half-naked. She couldn’t risk angering him. So she swallowed and kept her voice soft. “Sorry? I was…scared.”

“Aw, sweetness!” Rat’s gaze softened, going positively gooey in their centers, and his maniac grin almost became a regular one. “See! I knew it! S’not your fault, you just didn’t know what was what, just like I said. Well not to worry. You’re completely safe here with me! I’ve made sure of it. Come on, dry your eyes. Give us a smile!”

She did not give him any sort of smile. “Junkrat? You said your name was Junkrat. Please…you have to let me go.”

He scrunched his face to one side again, spearing another hunk of sausage and shoving it in his gnashing maw. “Sorry, love. I already told you, can’t just let you go off on a lark. Not around here. There’s too much danger around here for wanderin’ guests. And not with folks out looking for you. I shudder t’think of the consequences! You arready saw one of our security measures? Well, they’re for good reason. I know what they’re like. But I’ll keep those louts away from you if it’s the last bleedin’ thing I do.”

“What if…What if you just let them find me? What if you just let me go, and they found me, and I didn’t tell anyone that you took me! Nobody has to get hurt, if you just let them find me safe.” She turned upon him with pleading eyes, pulling her blanket closer around her. It was a long shot, but if the police were searching for her, maybe she could convince the junker to free her in return for clemency.

It didn’t surprise her when he denied her request. What did surprise her was his confusion over it. His brows knitted up and he stared at her as if she was the one who was crazy. “The fuck? Are you bloody mad, love? You want me to let them find you?”

“Of course I do! Why wouldn’t I!”

He set the tray down, still out of her reach. Seemingly baffled, he rose and began pacing uneasily, smoothing back his soot-stiff blond hair. “Well this is…Arright, I see how it is! During our little scuffle, I must have whomped your head a bit. That’s all. Rattled your brains about, and now you’re spitting nonsense. Because you’d have to be mad to want that.”

“There’s nothing mad about it. And I promise you, I won’t tell them that you’re involved. You and your friend, you’ll go completely free. We can just…go our separate ways. Nobody gets hurt, and I can go back with them. Everything can still work out if you just let me go.”

He lunged at her so suddenly that she recoiled, slamming her back into the rough wooden wall. The lanky junker loomed over her, gaze skeptical as he brought his face uncomfortably close to hers. So close that she could smell the eggs and hash he’d just been eating. She almost would have kissed him for a taste of it, if she hadn’t been trying to lean as far away from his person as possible.

Rat stared very intently into her eyes through her glasses, then frowned. “Huh. Was seeing if you got wonky pupils.Ya know. Brain damage. Maybe a little concussion. Don’t fret, lovely, I’ve had plenty of concussions and I turned out just fine! Because that’s what you probably have is brain damage, talkin’ like that.”

“I’m not…concussed. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now please, just let me go!”

He still looked baffled. Still eying her, he shook his head, doubt clear. “You honestly want me to return you to them? Are you having a go at me, Mei? Or is this…Wait, is this some sort of suit rich-lady sex thing?”

“S-sex thing?!”

“Like…get yourself ‘kidnapped’ by junkers? And then they rough you up a bit? Like you have this bad boy fantasy? Or is this like…a cuckold thing? You and your hubby set this up?”

“Husband? Fantasy? What on earth does that even mean! W-why would anyone, why do you think I would…No! What are you talking about!”

Junkrat merely looked confused and even a bit put out. “Because…Look, if this is just some weird fetish you got, this kind of changes how everything went down. And…wow, fuck am I ever in trouble if that’s the case! But I mean…uh, if you really want some junker action sex fantasy here, I’m just saying, if you want that, I’m always available t- OW!”

***

She’d hit him. The bloody crazy not-doctor lady had just hauled off and slugged him. It didn’t hurt, really, not like when she’d choked him out and had the leverage to do so. From down there, she was just too small and soft and there was no power behind it. But she’d clearly meant it to hurt, so he humored her and yelped a bit, falling back right onto his arse.

This Mei-Ling Zhou, who was a doctor but not the right type of one, was even cuter when she was mad. And lucky him, but she seemed to be constantly mad. Even now she was glaring at him, full offense taken.

“How dare you! How can you treat this as a joke!”

He snorted and scooted away from her. “Touchy, touchy! I’m not the one who wants to go running off into…that kind of particular situation! And they say I’m touched in the head. You? You got problems, darl.”

“You’re the one keeping me chained to a wall! After…After what you tried to do to me!”

He threw up both hands. “For the bloody record, I did not! I was trying to gently persuade you not to go runnin’ off into a fuckin’ minefield! So yes, I had to jump on you, but only a little. You know, after I tried calling out to you, but couldn’t. On account of you stranglin’ me to a half death in a goddamn shithouse! And don’t think I forgot that absolutely spot-on nut shot you gave me. Fockin’ hell, I’m going to be singing soprano for weeks.”

“I was trying to stop you from hurting me! Just let me go!”

“I’m not hurting you! For the last time, I am not the junker what was going to hurt you!” he couldn’t help the snarl creeping into his voice, even if it hurt his throat and made her cower. “I know that you rich doctor lady types think all junkers are the same, but it’s not the case. Here. I know your brain’s rattled, so I’ll make this easy to remember for us both. Me, Junkrat. Me good. Good junker. Junkers out there? Baaaad junkers. Me keep you here for your own safety. Ya bloomin’ nutcase, ya.”

“You’re not funny!” she snapped, though she still shrank away from him.

“I happen t’think I’m hilarious!” he answered primly, putting his nose in the air and placing a hand to his bony chest. “Look, darl. This is all getting off on the wrong foot. And that’s bad news for me, because I only got one! Ha!” He shrieked a laugh, but she merely looked unimpressed. Tough crowd. “But look. I promise you, even though I dunno what your weird deal is, I’m not gonna let you come to harm. Never. I tried to tell you, the only reason I put on your cuff there was to keep you from wandering out into danger. And right the damn moment I took it off you, you wandered out into danger…Well, it’s clearly going to stay on a little longer until we hash a few things out. Oh, right, I still got that hash left…”

She eyed him carefully, clearly distrustful. “But…You can take it off me soon, right? And you don’t want to hurt me? Or do…anything bad, to me?”

“Swear it! Upon my very life.” He straightened up to his massive height, slapping a hand over his heart. “I won’t hurt ya, and you and me, we can figure this out. And I’ll make it comfy for you as long as you’re here, until we figure what’s what. Promise.”

Mei was silent for a long while, rubbing up and down her arm and not looking at him. He offered her his best smile, the constrained one that looked a little less boom-crazy. She didn’t smile back, but she did finally look back at him. Even though he knew his promise still wasn’t worth too much to a scared and clearly confused woman, she seemed a bit less outright terrified of him.

“Can I…please have something to eat?” she finally asked, wrapping her arms around her stomach rather meekly. “And drink? Please?”

He brightened, holding up a finger for her to wait before he went scrambling back to the sofa, with its tray of eggs and hash. He didn’t have the fine china she was probably used to eating off of, being a fake doctor and all, but it would have to do. Heaving the coffee table over in front of her mattress with a screech against the wood floor, he juggled the food tray up in one hand and brought it slamming down in front of her.

She swallowed hungrily, but was still looking up at him in a very expectant manner. Oh right! Ladies didn’t eat with their hands like he usually did. Holding up two fingers, trying to signal her to wait even longer, he went limping back into his kitchen, sorting through his cabinets and completely forgetting where everything was in the process. She’d lost sharp cutlery privileges, but he still needed to find a spoon, after he’d used the last batch of metal spoons as connecting rods for that one bomb one time back in-

He slammed open a cupboard and found it crammed full of cans of preserved peaches, the shelf below crowded with beans. Ah, two of his favorite things. Maybe she would want some, but later. He did manage to find a wooden stirring spoon in with a collection of tinfoil and rubber bands. And he’d have to try and remember where those were, for the next time he needed them. He probably wouldn’t remember. What was he going to remember, again?

Hobbling back the few steps across his humble home, he set down the too-large spoon and a new mug of water on the table before her, then reeled back, clasping his hands and waiting expectantly. And lucky him, but the lady did still have her manners. She looked a bit confused at the gigantic spoon, but picked it up anyway as she shuffled herself closer to her meal, looking up at him with a little “…Thanks.”

“Any time! Any time, love! You just have a bite to eat, and then we’ll talk about…everything else, I guess? I mean, you can’t honestly expect me to just let you go wandering off to…ugh. The others. I’d be an irresponsible host. Can’t have that.”

“What others? You mean that masked man?” She had an awkward time with her oversized utensil, but after a few wary bites, she became a whirling dervish of spoons and eggs and potato bits, shoveling it into her jaws almost as eagerly and rudely as he had. Poor thing.

He smiled dreamily as he watched her stuff her face, bits of egg falling out of her lip. She really was a cutie. “Roadhog? Nah. Look, I know he’s pretty fearsome. But underneath that gruff, blood-spattered exterior is…” His eyes drifted apart slightly, trailing off. “Huh. No, I guess he’s pretty much himself. Well they don’t call him the one-man apocalypse for nothing. But he’s my best mate and one hell of a standover man in these parts. I didn’t hire him on for nothing, you know. He won’t be hurting you, so long as you just don’t get in his way. And while you’re safe in here, you won’t! Easy peasy!”

His eyes swerved away from her meal, easily distracted as ever, to the television still playing off to the side. The sports had finished a while ago, and now it was some sort of news show. A skirt-clad woman with large breasts and a larger smile was showing off the weather for the next week. Not surprisingly it was hot, hot, and more hot.

Mei spooned up the last of the eggs, though she seemed strangely hesitant about the sausage. She looked at it with a knitted brow, bit her lip, looked at it again…and then finally scooped it up and ate it too. Junkrat tilted his head at her.

“Not to your liking, darl? I can make ‘em even crispier next time. Got a nice new blowtorch, even, can put it to good use!”

“Erm…No thank you. I normally don’t eat meat, is all. But…I was really hungry. Thank you?”

He practically wiggled at even the most basic gratitude. “Yeah yeah yeah! Whatever you need, darl! I’ll get it for you!”

“But shouldn’t we talk about me going home? You said you’re not going to hurt me but…I don’t belong here. Why did you even bring me to this place?” She hugged herself, and he couldn’t help it as his eyes darted to the way the thin jersey clung to the sudden bulge of her chest.

No no no. Eyes up, Junkrat. Eyes up. He cleared his throat and forced his gaze back up. “Because it’s the safest place in the Outback, love. Not like I could take you back to wherever it is you came from until I know where that is! And even then, you’re a long travel from any of the coastal cities.” His eyes darted again when he saw his words only upset her further. “But we’ll get you there! We just got to lay low for a bit while they’re combing around for you. The one you were meant for, he is not happy. Went through a lot of trouble to rescue you, after all.”

She gave him a strange look. “Rescue me?”

“Yeah! When I rescued you from those other junkers!”

“…Other junkers? What do you mean-”

He didn’t hear the rest of what she said, because suddenly there were two of her. For a moment he thought maybe his brain had crossed wires again. That happened sometimes. But no, there were definitely two Meis. The jersey-clad Mei in front of him, who still had a bit of egg stuck on her chin…and another Mei on the television behind her.

“Hold up! Hold the phone! Shhh! Shut!” He snapped his fingers loudly, then made a zipping motion near her mouth, which seemed to startle her into silence. Blindly groping around him, he grasped her spoon and pointed it at the tv, before throwing it away and replacing it with the remote, slamming the audio on. Mei turned to follow his gaze, both of them looking to the news program.

A female voice was narrating. “-environmentalist expert from Xi’an, China, visiting for the Australian Environment Efforts summit in Sydney. Dr. Mei-Ling Zhou was reported as a missing persons by her summit cohorts nearly four days ago. Foul play is suspected, and the police are currently following up on several leads. If anyone has any information on Dr. Zhou’s whereabouts-” More pictures of Mei flashed across the scene. “They are encouraged to bring it to the attention of the authorities. A substantial reward has been offered for-”

The words ‘reward’ and a series of numbers popped up at the bottom of Mei’s last known photo. A very nice set of numbers. A very generous set of numbers. All for rescuing someone that he had already rescued. This little not-doctor sitting half-nude on top of the mattress beside him was apparently worth serious coin. Enough coin to get a man’s attention, for sure.

The missing persons report ended and the news went on. Mei herself seemed rather dumbfounded, slowly turning to give Junkrat another very wary look. Her apprehension was back, posture tense as if she was not entirely certain how he was going to react.

Junkrat was already grinning back at her.

[bananashemmo]

When We Collide (Part 36)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Masterlist: Here

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand

When We Collide on Wattpad

“They say late night snacks are the best.”

Looking over your shoulder by the sound of Luke’s voice you looked down at the bag of cinnamon crackers. They had been hidden in one of the cabinets but you had easily figured out where it was. 

“I was only supposed to take one... It was kind of a spontaneous thing.” You looked up at the clock striking past 2.59 P.M but you weren’t even close to be tired.

“Sharing is caring.” He smiled gently and took a seat on the bar chair next to you, he had been up for a while you had noticed from the crack of light of his office door. 

You looked carefully down at the back of cinnamon crackers and gave him one.

You had been up for god knows how long. It was a constant battle of how many times you could pay a visit to the bathroom it was like she was kicking your bladder every third second.

No matter what you did every time you turned in bed she would be right there ready to press and within seconds the sensation of not being able to hold it in came.

You had been grumpily standing up for the fifth town and now it wasn’t even possible to sleep. You were wide awake. 

The lights had been one in the hallway as you slumped out of the bed while being wrapped up in a white bathrobe. Inside you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt but it was more comfortable being covered in what could be close to a blanket.

You could tell that Luke was awake. The lights wouldn’t be on for nothing and it was actually a nice sight to know that he was awake.

It meant that he was finally recovering from his pneumonia. 

It had been long nights where he wasn’t able to do anything. You could tell that for once in his life he was being tested because no matter what he did he was told to relax. Not really something you could say to a guy like Luke.

But the last couple of days he had been recovering so well. He was starting to look fresh, he woke up early instead of staying in his bed all day and he was finally ready to go back to work.

He just needed to get over with this weekend and everything would go back to normal. 

You almost felt as if you had been working for two. Besides showing up a few times to check on everything he had literally ordered you to have four eyes instead of two.

It really showed that he didn’t have much trust in his best friend Michael. 

And it wasn’t that things were doing so well on stage. You had gotten so forward in the script people were starting to feel restless and most probably because Luke hadn’t finished one of the last scenes of the movie. 

It was what kept him up at nights currently. 

There was something about him that showed even if he was relaxed he was still stressed. He was really trying his best to make it done as fast as possible and this was one of those nights where he did it. 

Normally you would walk into his office just to show that you were awake as well. It had become a habit of some sort to meet randomly during the nights, eating cookies at 3 A.M and speaking about everything and nothing.

“These aren’t even good.” You mumbled with crumbs appearing on your lips. 

He looked down at the package and took it from your hands to check the date. 

“Made in 2015. I don’t think these are good for any human.” He shook his head in disbelief and quickly threw the package into the trashcan.

Your mouth twisted and you stuck your tongue out regretting deeply you took a bite. They still tasted like cinnamon but they were dry like wood and you had to chew for hours before you would be able to swallow.

Spitting it out in the sink Luke laughed quietly at you and opened one of the drawers.

“Why have you even kept them if they expired years back?” You questioned with a furrowed eyebrow and cleaned your tongue with a napkin. 

“Because I don’t really search for all the cookies we have in the cabinets to the last bit where you almost can’t get out again because of the bump.”

By the mention of your bump you looked down to notice crumbs appearing on the top of it. Being so big now meant you could barely do anything on your own, and eating meant spilling on the top of it all the time. 

“I was just trying to find something great.” You shrugged and watched him pull out a package that looked fresher. 

“You definitely are the searcher.” He smiled and leaned over for you to grab one.

It was a satisfied expression that came to your face once a new and fresh cookie was in your hand. In fact, you were almost drooling all over yourself because the sight was heaven.

He laughed when you took the cookies out of his hands and watched him place the bag on the counter for you to take more. 

You stood chewing and grabbed an empty glass ready to fill it up with some cranberry juice. 

“You still got bladder problems?” He observed and you shrugged.

You knew it was something many pregnant women got as the months progressed. You weren’t sure if you actually had cystitis but there was definitely something going on. 

“I’m not really sure I just drink it because all the pre moms on the internet say so. They say it would prevent against bacteria or something like that.” You shook your head not really knowing where you were heading with your sentence.

“Whatever makes you feel good and alright.” He nodded his head and headed over to walk towards the stairs that lead to his office.

“Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight." You whispered back and held the glass carefully to your chest.

That was what he did at times. Randomly showing up in The middle of the night when he could hear you were awake. 

Just to make sure everything was perfect and okay. 

You tumbled back towards the stairs with a handful of cookies and your cranberry juice. You stopped in track when you felt the sensation again. She was kicking and there was no in between. 

You needed to use the bathroom again. 

It was like she was having so much fun with it. She just liked to kick at random times and tonight was not any different. 

After placing the cookies on your nightstand along with the cranberry juice you hurried out to pee. It was like your new favorite spot in the apartment because it was the only place where you mostly hung out.

It was the first thing you did in the morning and the last thing you did before going to bed.

The more you spent in the bathroom the more you started to realize what was going to happen. It was like the place where reality hit the most because it was where all the baby stuff was so far. 

Some were left unpacked in the nursery but it still wasn’t something Luke and you had spent some time on.

Mostly because he was working so hard and when he wasn’t at the office he would be at the studio and if he wasn’t at the studio he was out doing promotion. And now when he finally had the time to do something he was left sick in his bed and trying to recover. 

Sometimes you just wanted to start on the project yourself but in the end you knew you couldn’t do it because of the bump. It was too hard to bend down and besides Luke had expressed how much he wanted to be a part it. 

You stopped in front of the sink after taking a turn at the toilet and looked into the mirror.

Your reflection had changed so much. The clothes you were wearing were somehow tight and it was something that had been worn loosely before all of this. 

You couldn’t even count how much clothes you had ruined trying to wear it over the bump. In the end you had given up wearing your old clothes because it was pointless and only seemed to ruin everything.

It was a luck Luke had managed to buy a pack of maternity clothes you could wear for the last two months. 

Not that everything was completely ruined. Loose sweaters and large hoodies were something you could still wear but when you headed for work and needed to be more fancy you were left with lack of clothing. 

You washed your hands and took a look at the little bathtub you had bought a couple of days ago. 

It wasn’t something you had put into much thought into but it had to be functional. You had been reading your baby book for the last couple of days and when you thought about it you were pretty scared to bath her. 

Not because it seemed scary overall but because you were afraid of drowning her.

The last couple of days you had seriously considered how you would be able to handle being a mother. 

There were so many small things you needed to consider and handle. How you needed to deal everything how you wanted to be a role model and how you wanted to raise her. 

It wasn’t depression that had hit you but you were starting to grow insanely nervous and Luke had noticed.

Every time he asked if something was wrong you would always shrug it off but it was obvious it wasn’t the truth. 

You just didn’t want to come face with the fact you were starting to get more scared than him.

Some days were better than others. It was the reason why you had borrowed so many books from the libraries because you wanted to be as prepared as you possibly could. You needed to know how to handle every situation. 

You knew it was just worries and you would get over it. But maybe it was the reason why you were left thinking about it in the first place.

Every mother would go through this situation. But in the end, when and after giving birth, it would all come naturally. 

You ran a hand through your hair and yawned carefully. Your hair was in a messy bun on the top of your head but since you were going back to bed you just shrugged it off. 

Walking out of the bathroom after shutting the lights you placed a cookie in your mouth and took a sip from the juice. After staying awake for a good twenty minutes now you realized that you couldn’t even sleep now.

It was days like these you actually hated because it meant getting up in the morning would be a pain. 

But there was no way you could sleep now.

You stood for a moment considering what to do. You could walk back into the kitchen and look for some more food, maybe you had leftovers from yesterday which Luke had not eaten.

Or maybe you could watch a movie on Netflix in the living room and fall asleep to the sounds. 

Wherever your ideas lead you it wouldn’t be in your bed. 

Stumbling back into the hallway you had direction towards the living room. You had no idea what movie to put on but it was what your mind was on. Well, until you walked past Luke’s office.

He was having his door ajar, giving you a small peak into the room.

He was sitting with his head over the desk, a hand in his hair almost frustrated but he still sat silent with his eyes focused on his papers. 

He wasn’t saying a word but you could tell that he was having a thousand sentences in his head. It was the way his eyes were flickering in thoughts that made you realize he was some way stuck. 

You weren’t even supposed to disturb but just by having you close he could feel your presence.

Looking up from his desk you almost felt you had been caught in the act. A blush came to your cheeks quickly and you wanted to turn around before he said something.

“What are you doing?” He asked simply, not with a stern tone or anything just very quiet.

You sighed softly and looked between the living room and him. You weren’t supposed to sneak up at him but you were just so curious as to what was going on you couldn’t let your feet walk you away. 

Opening the door fully to get inside of his office you took the small steps that lead to the front of his desk.

“Sleepless?” He questioned already knowing what was going on and you nodded your head in agreement. 

He leaned over to grab the other chair standing over by the large windows and pushed it towards his desk. The invitation was enough for you and you took a seat next to him. 

“Your daughter is keeping me awake.” You mumbled and he smiled instantly. 

“Just shows she’s a true Hemmings. Always staying awake to get the business done.”

“What kind of business is going on in my stomach?” You asked with a raised eyebrow and he chuckled lightly. 

“Financial growth and business economics.” He said like it was nothing and looked down at his papers again.

Your eyes widened by his words along with your eyebrows. When you became quiet he smiled again and looked up at you carefully.

“Or maybe she just likes to keep her mother awake.”

“I think it’s the last one.” You stated with a wink in the eye and he nodded his head in agreement.

His attention went back to the papers and once they were scanned with one glance you could tell they weren’t about anything he had just mentioned. Adam and Julia were messily written on the top of it and it was easy to assume it was an upcoming script.

You could tell he went back to the state where he was trying to figure out how to sort out his thoughts properly. 

“What are you thinking about?” The question was a bit obvious but you thought sharing what he was minding about could turn into something great.

He looked over at you with a blank expression on his face and pressed the pencil into his chin harder.

“It’s uh-, it’s the scene where Julia tries her utter best to gain back Adam’s trust and get his visibility back.” He mentioned and looked back at the papers as if what he was saying was a bit stupid. 

You nodded your head and wanted him to continue so he did.

“I don’t really know how to grasp this scene. It’s like, supposed to be one of the most memorizing ones from the story. Like, I want the moment to be special but there’s just something about it that feels it isn’t supposed to be like that? You get what I mean?”

“Somehow.” You managed to say and looked down at how far he was with it. 

“It’s like at one point I want it to be special and at the other I want it to be basic. I want it to be simple and I want it to embrace how the character of Adam is. I don’t want it to be something huge because that isn’t how he is.”

“Maybe you should do it to something huge. I think when you look at people they all see appreciation from others differently. Some needs a full party and gifts while others just need a congratulation to feel great. You get where I’m at?”

You folded your hands together and hovered over the desk as far as the bump could possibly allow you.

He nodded his head in agreement and looked down at the papers along with you. 

“Julia doesn’t need to prove anything with all the things she possibly gets. Even the smallest word can mean the world to someone as long as it’s carrying all the emotions it possibly can. You know, that exact moment where you know the truth is coming out from someone because in real life it can be so hard to trust the other person. You need that kind of prove from someone and you don’t get that like you do in the movies. It has to be so out of the ordinary is has to be simple. I think that would embrace Adam the best.” 

Luke nodded his head silently by your help but you could tell he was feeling grateful at the exact moment. 

“You know Y/N you could be an amazing writer, right? You’ve got such a nice spot and knowledge when it comes to minimalism I’m almost speechless.” 

“I don’t think so...” You shrugged but he was being serious about his words.

You furrowed his eyebrows confused when he stood up after writing down the things you had said. 

“You ever think about getting a promotion?” He asked and headed towards one of the drawers to find something.

You shook your head by his words but weren’t even sure if he could see your answer and looked over your shoulder to watch him. 

“Isn’t it enough being your assistant and carrying your child. What more do you demand? You asked with a hint of joke in your tone and watched him grab an elastic band for his hair. 

“How about being my co-writer as well? There won’t be any different times in your schedule it just means you will help me finish the rest of the movie when it comes to script writing.”

“Wait are you serious?” You asked suspiciously as he sat down and he nodded his head in agreement. 

“You’re the only one that seems to understand the concept of this movie. And to me it would only get better with a female perspective for this movie.” 

You blinked twice by his suggestion but it was and would never be a yes. You didn’t even care if it would be a promotion or not but it just really felt like an honor to help Luke out with this.

You hadn’t even realized how much this movie had crept under your skin. You loved it more and more as further as you read. 

He smiled softly by your reaction and leaned back in his chair to pull his hair into a ponytail. He could tell that you weren’t going to reject but neither was it something you had expected for him to suggest. 

“Who else would I ask I mean come on you’re my assistant.” He commented and a frustrated groan came from his lips seconds later. 

You looked at him confused to the sudden reaction but as he pointed at the ponytail that didn’t seem to go his way you smiled. His hair had grown to the point where it needed to be collected so it wouldn’t be in front his eyes as he hovered over. 

“Here,” You commented and leaned over to take the elastic band out from his wrist, “Let me help you.”

Standing up during the process your eyes widened in surprise when you managed to knock the bump right into his face. Your hands flied up to your mouth but you weren’t sure if it was a gasp or a laugh coming from your lips.

He looked up at you pretty surprised as if he had been really hurt and afterwards vibrated his head and shoulders like he had been hit in a cartoon. 

“Watch out belly bump coming right up in your face.” He said with a laugh and you shook your head feeling so guilty. 

“Oh my god I wasn’t supposed to do that sorry. It’s completely out of control.” You mumbled the last bit and caressed a hand up and down your belly. 

“I should put a sign up or something. You didn’t get hurt did you? Nose bleed or anything?” 

“I’m okay.” He laughed and touched his nose twice just to make sure that it wasn’t sore and made a thumbs up to show that it wasn’t anything major. 

You still felt a little bit guilty so you were extra gentle with pulling his hair together into the ponytail. His hair was actually really soft considering he had been tucking on it a couple of times out of frustration and it had almost been a day since he showered. 

“It’s just my child coming up in my face. That shouldn’t be the first time happening.” He commented and you nodded your head in agreement and looked at him at your masterpiece. 

“It’s not really a ponytail but your curls aren’t long enough yet. It’s neither a man bun but it’s this cute little space bun right on the top of your head to make sure it doesn’t fall in front of your eyes.”

By your words he looked over at the large windows that lead to the beautiful view outside. It showed the city lights but if you looked extra carefully you could see your reflections in the glass. 

“Am I a real Tumblr Queen now?” He asked and you shook your head with a giggle.

“I don’t think you would ever get Tumblr enough honey.” You smiled and he looked at you fake offended. 

“I will give you some Tumblr my ass. With my profession I would be perfect for a fanfiction AU.”

“What does AU stand for?” You asked confused and he poked you twice on the nose with his pencil. 

“You will eventually find out by being my co-writer.” He explained and you nodded your head understanding.

You both focused back on the paper and thoughtful looks came to your faces. Luke had already started on the writing but now it was time to brainstorm and share ideas. 

“How far did they go before all of this? I know I’ve read the script a million times but it’s also about the interpretation when it comes to understand the concept of their friendship. They were both aware they liked each other as more than friends and they shared a kiss. But what about sexual references? They never actually got to that point did they?”

Luke’s eyes widened in surprise by your words and he looked down at the papers with furrowed eyebrows. 

“Adam was planned to be a virgin. I didn’t know how far I wanted to go with showing the development of their friendship and turn into relationship before he would be invisible but maybe that’s a great point. You know you trust someone fully when you sleep with them.” 

“Besides when you drink.” You commented, not intending it to be directly towards him but he caught up.

“Wait what? He asked and you widened your eyes. 

“What?” You asked almost wishing you could erase your words and rewind back to change your answer. 

“You mean you wouldn’t be with someone you wouldn’t trust?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, “Unless you were drunk. How does that add up together?”

“Well I always trust the other person.” You fiddled with your fingers now really knowing how to explain yourself. “Unless the person disappoints me. I wouldn’t be with someone unless I expected they wouldn’t give me as much as I would give them.”

“Are we talking about pleasuring each other?” Luke asked almost completely confused trying to add up with what you were saying.

“Isn’t that what we’re talking about?” You questioned back and tried to cross one leg over the other. 

“Why are we talking about sex in the first place?” He was trying to pick up the puzzle pieces and you almost tried not to laugh when he looked at you.

That was one of the expressions where you had a hard time trying to read what was going on in his mind. It was at times like these where he would be shut completely like a book staring at you like he wanted to say something. 

“I just think that often proves who you are as a person and how much you actually give of yourself.” You went back to being red in the face and focused back on your lap.

If it weren’t for the fact that Luke sneaked his pointing finger under your chin you wouldn’t have looked at him.

“Is this what it is all about?” He asked and you weren’t sure if you were catching up with him. 

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, wanting him to continue. 

“Me finishing before you and not making you finished.”

His words almost echoed in your brain and you had to think many moments back. You looked at him blank, so completely blank you didn’t know what to say.

The night seemed more and more blurry when you thought back it almost felt like nothing else but black holes. It wasn’t something that came up to your mind immediately but as he stood up you did too. 

“There was a reason for that. Besides being extremely drunk and passing out before getting the chance to say anything... Or clean myself for that matter.” 

“What was that?” You asked and cocked your head to look at him.

Again, the only separation between you was the bump but you still felt closer than ever. 

“I don’t think you even want to hear it... It was something I thought about before you became pregnant and we went through all the shit we have had.” He shrugged but you still wanted to hear. 

In fact you almost felt desperate even though you were staring up at him quiet and looking innocent. 

“I didn’t feel regret when I didn’t finish you off because I thought-, I uh-,” He paused in track and ran a hand through his hair to find out the bun was still there which he had forgotten.

“I was expecting that we most probably would hook up again. And from that, I knew that I could make up for my little mistake. I know it’s most probably not the best explanation but it was what I thought and I...” 

He paused in track and looked down at you trying to read your face. You were still looking up at him with the same expression as before but somehow you had managed to stand closer.

When his hand came down to touch your hip and felt his thumb caress up and down the skin that was creeping up from your t-shirt you felt how your heart was racing faster than before.

But before Luke could say something more or even lean down to your height a sudden pressure to his stomach made him look down. 

You rolled your eyes and almost wanted to whine because that feeling was all too familiar. 

“I-, I have to pee.” You answered his question before he could ask, taking a step back and shook your head in disbelief. 

He nodded his head in agreement and opened the door for you with a warm smile. He didn’t have a disappointed look on his face but that was the only thing that was lingering in your veins. 

[miss-agent-e-15-jedi]

Chapter Eight

There was an open area a few kilometers from my swamped X-wing, just the right place to set up camp for the night. I had Artoo wait there, then took off my soaked flight suit and draped it over the branch of a nearby tree to dry. After setting up a long plank to use as a bridge stretching from the tip of the ship’s nose all the way to the muddy bank, I then began unloading as much supplies as I could before the ship sank further—possibly all the way—into the water.

Another fantastic feature about X-wings is that there’s a way to access the cargo unit via the cockpit. It’s not as easy as unloading from the belly of the ship, but in this situation, it was better than not being able to access any of the supplies at all. I had to make several hasty trips to and from the camp site until at last, I was able to unload the last of my provisions. I swung a small satchel over my shoulder and took the final box into my aching arms. As soon my hands were full, the lights on the X-wing went out completely, and I ended up having to squint to see in front of me. The thin bridge creaked beneath my weight; everything I was carrying only added to it. Fearing it would snap and send me into the water, I scurried across, keeping my balance and a firm grip on the corners of the box.

As muddy as it was, I was glad to be back on firm, dry land. Pushing my way through tangles of vines, I was soon reunited with my little droid friend. He began to beep rather excitedly. I guess he somehow sensed I was finally finished unloading. I didn’t have a translator of any kind, so I had to guess what he was trying to communicate with me.

“What?” I sighed, tired from all the heavy lifting. “Ready for some power? Okay.”

I ignited a small fusion furnace, welcoming its bright orange glow to penetrate the darkness of the clearing. After briefly warming my hands before it, I began to hook Artoo up to a converter.

“Let’s see now,” I said absentmindedly. “Put that in there…There you go.”

Artoo whistled his appreciation. I slapped my hands together to dust them off and sighed, “Now all I gotta do is find this Yoda…If he even exists.”

I glanced around the eerie swamp, inhaling the thick, translucent mist and eyeing several of the black, dead, willowing trees and their vines; becoming deeper and deeper in doubt about my quest. It occurred to me that I would most likely have to continue the journey on foot. I hoped this wretched environment would have a few things to offer that would increase my chances of survival. I remembered the murky water where my ship was now sinking and hoped there would be at least a small spring that was drinkable, or at least able to be purified somehow. Thinking once more about my X-wing, I began to wonder how long it would be before it sank all the way to its swampy grave. I dreaded the possibility that I’d probably be stuck in this wretched marsh forever, unless the Force could help me find a way, and if Yoda—if I ever found him—would be able to help me out of this situation.

I commented, “Really strange place to find a Jedi master.”

I sat down near Artoo, and opened a ration box, selecting a dehydrated bar. A low growling noise sounded in the distance. I flinched slightly at the sound of it and added, “This place gives me the creeps.” Artoo beeped in reply as I began to eat, and I had no doubt he shared my opinion of the environment.

The nutrition bar had no flavor, which didn’t really surprise me. The food was processed; in other words, designed to last for long periods of time and to keep you alive; not to taste good, as was most of the food issued by the alliance. Having been with the rebels for a few years now, I’d gotten used to bland, processed rations, but that didn’t mean I didn’t get occasional cravings for something flavorful; moments like these made me miss my aunt’s cooking back on Tatooine.

Artoo was beeping comments to me as I nervously chewed and looked around the jungle, listening for potentially dangerous critters that might jump out and attack me.

“Still,” I said. “There’s something familiar about this place.”

Artoo’s next beeps came out as a question. I had no doubt he was wondering what it was about this place could possibly ring a bell to me. To be honest, I couldn’t necessarily place it, either.

“I don’t know,” I answered the droid. “I feel like…”

“Feel like what?”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence before I was startled out of my skin by that weird croaking. I whirled around in the direction of the voice, snatching my blaster out of its holster and aiming it at the source. About a meter in front of me, perched on top of a rotting log and shielding its face from my gun with two reptilian, three-fingered hands, was a minute alien dressed in grayish brown rags that were torn slightly in a few places. Long, pointed ears jutted out from either side of the head, the back of which was draped with thin, ancient, white hair. In one of its hands was a wooden stick, which I immediately assumed it used as a cane. The creature had wrinkles all across its face, making it look extremely elderly.

I swallowed hard and then finished what I was going to say. “Like we’re being watched!”

“Away put your weapon!” shouted the creature. “I mean you no harm!”

Slowly but surely, it lowered its hands to gaze at me with its large, bulbous eyes. I had a feeling the thing really didn’t mean me any harm, but looks could be deceiving, so I kept my gun poised. Your eyes can deceive you. Don’t trust them, Old Ben had told me on the Falcon.

The creature continued, “I am wondering, why are you here?”

Rather puzzled, I hesitantly lowered my blaster. I decided to give this stranger a hosed-down version of the truth; I was unsure if he could be trusted (I was certain by this moment the creature was male), so I answered, “I’m looking for someone.”

He brightened up immediately. I could see his wrinkled face completely now that his arms were no longer hiding it. “Looking? Found someone you have I would say, hmm?” he asked, chuckling.

Quite amusing. Simply because it was true. I had found someone, even if it wasn’t the someone I was looking for. Still, I didn’t feel like giving this stranger the satisfaction. I tried very hard not to laugh, and in an effort to censor my amusement, I simply replied, “Right.”

The creature continued, “Help you I can. Yes! Mmm!”

Taking a mental note of the thing’s backwards speech, I put my gun away rather hesitantly and said, “I don’t think so.”

His ears flared for a moment, as did his eyes.

“I’m looking for a great warrior,” I finished.

This seem to further amuse the creature, who began hobbling in my direction, leaning on the gnarled cane for support as he chuckled.

“Wars not make one great,” he said, groaning as he lowered himself from the root.

Ignoring Artoo’s disapproving beeps behind me, I pinched a couple small bites from the food container into my mouth and motioned toward the creature as something caught his attention. I heard a half-croak, half-gasp of amazement as he picked up the bar I’d been eating.

“Put that down,” I said.

Artoo beeped even louder, the creature took a bite, and that’s when I got mad. “Hey!” I shouted, snatching the bar out of his hand. “That’s my dinner!”

I quickly noticed that my ration box was right next to him and feared he’d take a taste of something else, so I hastily snapped it shut and took that away as well. I heard him spit out the bite he’d just taken.

“How you get so big eating food of this kind?” the creature asked, climbing onto a supply box.

I almost didn’t the question. He was getting on my nerves. Sarcastically, I snapped, “Listen, friend, we didn’t mean to land in that puddle and if we could get our ship out, we would, but we can’t, so why don’t you just…”

I’d barely tossed the bar into the swamp when I was cut off.

“Aww, cannot get your ship out?” the stranger mocked, digging into one of my supply cases.

Above Artoo’s loud beeping, I shouted, “Hey! Get out of there!”

The stranger held up a small device. I made a rough grab for it. He resisted like a petulant child, whining, “No!”

I won the battle and snatched it out of his hands. He groaned.

“Hey, you could’ve broken this,” I scolded.

He paid no attention and began tossing items that weren’t interesting to him over his shoulder, sounding disgusted at each thing he threw.

I couldn’t believe this. I was already in a ridiculous enough situation, and now this curious little creature was rummaging through my supplies and tossing it everywhere. My survival depended on that supplies!

“Don’t do that!” I ordered, shrugging my shoulders. 

Artoo’s beeps and whistles suddenly became softer, and the creatures face lit up. Not just metaphorically, but literally as well. A tiny power lamp had caught his attention, and he laughed in wonder as he shone it across his eyes.

Picking up discarded items, I groaned, “Oh! You’re making a mess!”

I saw the lamp in his hand and reached for it. “Give me that!”

The stranger pulled the lamp out of my reach, snapping, “Mine! Or I will help you not!”

I was on the verge of losing my temper by this point. “I don’t want your help!” I yelled. “I want my lamp back! I’m gonna need it to get out of this slimy mudhole!”

Too late to stop myself from shouting the insult. As I tried to grab the lamp from him again, the creature glared at me, and solemnly replied, “Mudhole! Slimy! My home this is! What?”

Taken by surprise, the imp turned his attention toward Artoo. I then watched as an appendage emerged from one of Artoo’s sockets and clamped around the lamp. Now my little droid friend was gonna try and wrestle the lamp from this imp. Brilliant.

The creature hollered, yanking valiantly against the droid’s grip. I realized right then and there that there was no use trying to get the lamp back. Perhaps if I let the imp keep it, maybe he’d leave me alone. With that in mind, I ordered, “Artoo, let him have it!”

The little droid continued to wrestle with the stranger, who reached for his cane and began whacking Artoo with it, shouting, “Mine! Mine! Mine!”

“Artoo!” I hollered, becoming assertive.

The droid finally complied, releasing his hold on the lamp. The imp tapped the panel from which the metal arm had protruded shut with the end of his cane. He laughed as the tap produced a ring that resounded against the droid’s metal insides.

Taking a breath and trying not to lose my cool, I thought, Alright, you have your lamp.

“Now will you move along, little fella?” I asked caustically. “We’ve got a lot of work to do!”

The creature responded, “No! No, no! Stay and help you I will!”

Once more, I took note of his backwards accent.

“Find your friend, hmm?” he giggled.

“I’m not looking for a friend,” I said. “I’m looking for a Jedi Master!”

The imp’s face drastically changed when he heard that name.

“Oooh!” He gasped in awe. “Jedi Master. Yoda. You seek Yoda!”

My heart began to race. Kneeling down at the stranger’s eye level, I almost desperately asked, “You know him?”

He nodded, saying. “Take you to him I will.”

He laughed once more and then continued, “Yes, yes! But now, we must eat. Come. Good food. Come!”

He then scampered in another direction toward my left. For a moment, all I could do was stare as trotted into the jungle, with the cane the only thing keeping him from falling. The prize lamp lit up his face. I wondered, how can this thing possibly know Yoda? I mean, he did say his name, but still…

When he was about five yards away from me, he turned, noticed that I wasn’t following him, and coaxed me again. “Come! Come!”

Well, what else could I do from there?

“Artoo,” I said, turning to him. “Stay and watch after the camp.”

I hurried after the creature, ignoring the indignant beeps from my little droid friend.

Stay Tuned for Chapter Nine!

[toshler]

camboys a.u. pt 2 

(pt 1)

sorry i take so long to update guys. hope this will tide you over

;-)

**********************************************************

on cam was their play time, but their most intimate moments were for their eyes only. tyler and josh were laying on the couch, watching movies and just enjoying each other’s company on their free day. josh was sitting up and tyler was laying on his side with his head in josh’s lap. josh was barely focused on ‘dumb and dumber’, too distracted by how adorably sleepy and angelic tyler looked. he was falling asleep from josh rubbing his back. josh grinned, because when he stopped, tyler squirmed as if to say please don’t stop. 

“what is it, baby?” josh asked knowingly. josh’s hand was now resting on tyler’s shoulder, thumb rubbing in slow little circles. tyler let out an impatient sigh, then turned his head to bite at josh’s thigh through his sweats. 

“hey! use your words, you’re not a puppy.” josh laughed, pushing tyler’s head away playfully. if he were honest, the biting caused his dick to jump. he’s been doing so well for the past hour, ignoring how tyler’s head was in such close proximity to it. 

“yes i am” tyler said matter-of-factly. he rolled onto his back to make eyes at josh, putting his hands up like paws and panting with his tongue sticking out. josh snorted and ruffled tyler’s hair. his other hand was resting on tyler’s stomach over his loose tank. 

“you know my weaknesses” josh confessed, and tyler giggled, biting his lip. josh continued rubbing tyler’s stomach and paid attention to the movie again. tyler hummed happily, closing his eyes and basking in the sensations of josh’s touch. josh would accidentally go under his shirt to feel bare skin, or rub lower until his fingers grazed the hem of tyler’s briefs, getting more soft whimpers out of tyler. 

“tyler, that’s distracting. is there something you want to say?” josh asked. tyler grabbed josh’s hand and guided it under his briefs, encouraging josh to wrap his hand around his already hard cock. 

“can you rub me here, daddy?” tyler asked while gazing into josh’s eyes, a small smirk on his lips. he licked them when josh’s hand began moving. 

“ohh! so that’s what you wanted” josh teased, gripping more firmly. tyler squeaked as josh thumbed at his tip, finding it to be very wet. tyler moaned, rolling his hips up as josh pumped him. josh stopped and tyler fought back a whine. 

“what do daddies do to little boys who don’t wait??” josh asked, his fingers gently stroking tyler’s cheek as a sharp contrast to his firm tone. josh wanted to kiss the pretty, desperate look right off tyler’s face. 

“they get spanked” tyler answered softly after a brief silence, then chewed on his bottom lip as josh’s intense eyes stared into his. tyler knew he’d have to count at least 10, and they’d get harder each time until tyler would be crying. josh wouldn’t let him rut against his thigh, so it almost always ended in a ruined orgasm and a red, sore ass. 

“that’s right” josh replied. he continued by shoving tyler’s briefs down far enough to pull his pretty, flushed cock out. 

josh wordlessly brought his fingers to tyler’s mouth. tyler gathered spit for josh to scoop off his tongue, then josh pumped tyler’s cock in his hand, building up a pace. tyler let out filthy moans, adding to the wet, slick sounds as the warmth in his gut built. he tried to relax, but it was only getting more intense. the sleepiness lowered his self control and he felt about ready to tip over. 

“mmh...so good, daddy” tyler said between moans. tyler’s voice was getting to josh, making him ache. he palmed himself, then pulled tyler’s shirt up to his neck and began stroking up and down tyler’s stomach and chest. 

“oohh...fuck!” tyler nearly screamed. josh could tell he was close by the way his hot little body writhed and hips twitched, threatening to betray josh’s orders. josh sped up his hand movements, beating him off in every sense. 

“cl-close, so fucking close....ahh” tyler barely managed to get out. josh watched the way tyler’s eyes squeezed shut, and the way his tongue slid over his lips. he loved to see him fall apart, so he kept jerking him and started teasing his exposed nipples. he knew tyler was sensitive, and the combination had tyler literally shaking and gasping for breaths. 

“JOSH josh, please” tyler begged, sounding so needy. josh couldn’t help a low chuckle. 

“who?” josh asked, continuing to stroke his cock up and down but at a slower pace. tyler was leaking copious amounts of precum, making the slide easier and the sounds more wet. 

“da...ddy mmmmm” tyler mumbled incoherently, but josh caught it and smiled. 

“go ahead, baby boy. cum all over yourself, right in front of me” josh encouraged, voice low and husky. he continued purposefully teasing his nipples, and tyler keened high before spilling over josh’s fist, taking deep breaths and moaning from unspeakable amounts of pleasure. most of it sprayed up his chest and stomach, but josh was able to milk a few more thick drops. 

“you made such a naughty mess, ty” josh teased, before dipping his finger in tyler’s cum. tyler stared, mesmerized at how josh licked it off his finger. tyler ran his fingers through some, tasting himself for josh, then rubbing the rest of it in. 

“thank you” tyler practically purred, and josh smiled, affectionately running his non-cummy fingers through tyler’s hair. 

“no problem. i love taking care of my pet” josh teased. tyler nodded in agreement, then rolled onto his stomach and shifted to his knees to french kiss josh. tyler always loved tasting himself mixed with the taste of josh’s mouth. he wanted to focus his attention on pleasuring josh, so he hovered his delicate fingers over the tent in his sweats. he lightly started teasing the head of his cock, gripping it more firmly through the cloth. 

“mmmph” josh moaned into tyler’s mouth, causing ty to smile against his lips. 

“my turn to take care of you, daddy” tyler said seductively. josh didn’t hesitate placing his hand on the back of tyler’s head when he pulled out josh’s achingly hard cock. he pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to the tip and kept josh on edge, licking up his shaft and swirling his tongue around the head. he flicked his tongue underneath before taking the first few inches in his mouth, sucking while working his hand on the rest. josh laid his head back and kept his hand on tyler’s head as his entire cock was engulfed by tyler’s mouth. tyler made the prettiest gagging sounds before pulling off with a ‘pop’ and looking up at josh’s expression. he continued pumping josh in his hand while checking out the rest of his daddy’s gorgeous body. josh noticed tyler starting to push his shirt up, so he quickly got rid of it for him. tyler kissed from his naval and down his happy trail, then across his v-line. josh bucked his hips up, sliding his cock along tyler’s cheek and tyler got the hint, latching onto his cock again and sucking. josh groaned, caught off guard by tyler’s aggression. 

“baby, i’m gonna cum” josh warned, but tyler just kept going like the little cum-slut he was. he tilted his head and gazed up at josh with wide eyes, taking in his “getting sucked off” look. josh almost lost it at the site of tyler’s shiny, pink lips stretched around his cock, and the outline of his cock gliding under tyler’s hollowed out cheeks. tyler gripped the base with one hand while gently rubbing his balls with the other, and that’s when josh lost it. tyler licked at the head while stroking his cock as it spurted white, hot stripes of cum onto his tongue and he swallowed. he laughed softly as his daddy mumbled incoherent curses, all because of him. 

“still sleepy, angel? let’s get you to bed” josh said, petting the side of tyler’s as he was back to falling asleep again, except this time over josh’s naked spent cock. josh gently lifted his head to stand up and just took his pants and briefs off. he pulled tyler’s briefs off before lifting and carrying him to bed. tyler unconsciously wrapped his arms around josh’s neck. josh laid him in bed and slid under the covers close to him, then fell asleep. 

*********************************cam time**********************************************

i’ll pay 500 to see sexy little brunette tied up and made to cum

josh and tyler looked at each other in disbelief when they read that. that would be the biggest tip of the night and they’d only started 20 minutes ago. some nights were slow and some were like that, though. they had kissed, stripped down to their briefs, and flashed cocks a few times, but this was a big request. tyler thought it over, imagining in his head what it’d be like and couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. he quickly typed a response. 

pay first  ok, here it is 500 oh, and blindfold him too please

tyler almost choked when he seen the last request. if he were blindfolded, he would not only be forced to an orgasm, he wouldn’t be able to look at josh or see how it was coming. it sounded exciting, but also scary, so tyler requested 50 more for the blindfolding since it was something not agreed to before. the person must have really wanted it, because he paid quickly with no questions asked. so josh grabbed a few thick, silk ropes and a blindfold from one of tyler’s drawers for “kinky” stuff and got to work. he decided tying both tyler’s wrists together above his head to the headboard would be sufficient. but he wanted tyler’s legs separated, so he pulled his briefs completely off and had him lay down so he could tie his ankles to separate bed posts. he looked at his handiwork with adoration before adding the final element that would leave tyler vulnerable: the blindfold. josh concluded that tyler looked like a work of art, all tanned skin, black tattoos, and black silk forcing his legs apart and engorged cock on full display. the blindfold covering his eyes drew attention to his mussed brown hair, supple pink lips, and neck made for biting and licking. 

josh brought the webcam over to focus on each part, from his hands and wrists to his feet. “showing our viewers how pretty and slutty you are, and all for me” josh said to tyler. tyler blushed and got a chill from josh’s tone. josh focused the webcam lower and lower, as if giving a tour of his lover’s body, but teased the viewers by skipping a closeup of tyler’s pretty cock. tyler was starting to feel cold and wary that josh would wait too long to touch him. but just as he started thinking that, he felt fingers lightly stroking up his cock before a warm hand gripped him. josh was finally showing the viewer’s his lover’s cock before he got started on teasing him. josh set the webcam down facing from the side, and next tyler felt a warm, wet mouth sucking the head of his cock. he threw his head back, crying out at the sensation of josh’s tongue teasing his slit before licking up his shaft. as fast as it began, he let tyler’s aching cock flop back against his stomach. 

“j-josh, what the hell man” tyler panted, amazed at how desperate he felt to just be touched again. he wanted, no, needed to cum after that. josh went to get the flavored lube tyler had in the drawer, but tyler had no idea that’s what he was doing until he felt a hand on his cock again. 

“ohhhh my god, yes” tyler moaned, pulling at his restraints and squirming as josh began moving his hand. tyler heard a cap pop open, then felt something kind of cold and wet being generously poured over the head of his dick and sliding down the shaft. tyler shivered, squirming more in anticipation because he knew it was lube by how slick it felt. 

“ready to cum, baby boy?” josh asked, caressing under the head of tyler’s cock with the pad of his thumb and spreading the lube more evenly over his cock.

“fuuuuck, yes please hurry” tyler groaned, bucking his hips. josh chuckled before lowering his head to take him in as much as he could. he relaxed his throat, taking him deeper until his nose was pressed to tyler’s trimmed pubes. tyler’s breath caught in his throat until josh started bobbing his head up and down. by then, tyler took a huge gasp of air and could not control the needy moans that slipped past his lips. he was so far gone, he kept tugging at his wrist restraints forgetting they were tied. he wanted to grab josh’s hair, scratch his shoulders, anything, but he settled for balling his hands into fists and curling his toes. josh was squeezing his hips so tight and making little grunts and growls, sending vibrations straight through tyler’s dick. he kept squirming against josh’s harsh grip, and trying to thrust into his mouth. 

“you taste so good, sweetie, like coconut with a hint of sea salt” josh slurred with his lips pressed to the head of his cock. tyler huffed out a laugh, pulling at his restraints again in an attempt to hit him. 

“fucking just make me cum already, keep going” tyler begged. josh licked under his shaft several times just to tease him. when tyler twitched at the sensitive spot under the head, josh focused longer there, keeping tyler on edge until it drove him crazy. he grinned up at his boy, all flushed and pretty, unable to move or see. tyler knew his bratty mouth earned him this torture, but he was so close to cumming. he didn’t want it to be like this, though. he wanted a satisfying, deep orgasm. 

“hmmm, isn’t that a shame? it seems my baby boy forgot what to call me” josh mocked, flicking his tongue at random parts of tyler’s dick, then directing his focus to worshiping his hipbones and thighs with his mouth. 

“i’m so sorry daddy, please lemme cum” tyler said sweetly after a moment to catch his breath. josh chuckled darkly in response, letting his hand go to work again. 

“is my boy going to spurt like a fountain in front of me and all our horny viewers?” josh asked, noticing tyler starting to squirm and get worked up again. he added a bit of tongue action around the slit, causing tyler to almost sob from overstimulation. more pre-cum leaked out, adding to the fruity tasting lube. josh cupped tyler’s balls gently, unlike the way he was brutally pumping tyler in his hand. he felt his dick pulse before long ropes of cum were shooting straight up and landing on his tanned stomach. josh milked more into his mouth as he always did, placing his mouth over and getting every last drop with his tongue. he checked the messages to see any requests, pupils blown and lips shiny. tyler just laid there, panting and completely satisfied. 

show your pits ballgag that brat mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ur so good att hat pound him lick it up still hard bro? damn just got here did i miss the cumshot? yep show feet pleeease

“yes, i’m still hard. please, no demands without tipping” josh said out loud, rolling his eyes. he was slightly annoyed from having to say it so much, but it was playful. it seemed to work because someone tipped generously with a very specific request. 

fuck tied up brunette with legs up, P.O.V. show creampie closeup please

josh smiled and bit his lip sexily. “looks like our night will be ending shortly, i’m ready to bust from all those dirty moans and that cumshot, baby” josh whispered in tyler’s ear. he tugged at his earlobe with his teeth and kissed a spot on his neck, and ty sighed in response. he was very sensitive and had no idea what was in store for his tight ass. 

do you want the blindfold? no, no blindfold. wanna see his pretty eyes as he’s getting fucked

josh almost came at the sound of that. he loved staring into his boy’s pretty eyes as he fucked him relentlessly and came inside him. 

ok

even though tyler came, the fun was just getting started for josh. he started by taking off tyler’s blindfold and telling him the request. 

“you know the safe word if it becomes too much, right baby?” josh asked to make sure. tyler nodded, and josh kissed him on the lips before continuing to untie tyler’s ankles. josh took his briefs off, cock springing out and tyler’s mouth watered at the sight as always. josh grabbed the webcam and carried it with him before kneeling between tyler’s legs. then he grabbed the lube off the bed before squirting a good amount on his right middle and ring finger. 

“spread your legs for me” josh said, and tyler lifted his legs and spread them, bent at the knees so josh could have easier access to his hole. josh pointed the webcam close to the action before rubbing soothingly over tyler’s rim. he twisted and burrowed the first finger in to the knuckle, thrusting in and out before adding the second finger. tyler watched josh with hooded eyes, little moans and breaths exiting his pretty mouth. 

“you like it when daddy opens you up, princess?” josh asked, smiling when he caught tyler’s eyes. tyler licked his lips, groaning and pushing down against josh’s fingers. this wasn’t requested, but josh added it for his own pleasure. he hovered his mouth over tyler’s hole and breathed on it, then let his tongue tease around his entrance. tyler moaned, and josh continued thrusting his fingers in and out, scissoring him open and getting his hole messy with lots of saliva. 

“i think you’re ready” josh said before yanking his fingers out and lining his cock up to tyler’s prepared hole, balancing himself holding onto tyler’s knee. he thrust in and tyler arched his back, letting out the most delicious moan as he entered him slowly. josh fucked into tyler, setting a rhythmic pace. he kept the P.O.V. view as the requester wanted, clearly showing from about tyler’s belly button to where josh’s cock was thrusting in and out. he panned up from about tyler’s chest to his face, and he looked like the sluttiest porn star with his hair all messy, brows furrowed, eyes hooded, and lips parted into a perfect ‘o’. if you had no idea, you could just tell he was being fucked good and deep by his expression and the way he was being jostled back and forth. he was staring into the camera, whimpering and panting helplessly as he was being fucked through his oversensitivity. he watched his daddy’s hips and ab muscles work as they pounded into him. 

“h-hurts, daddy, but feels so good” tyler said, squinting his eyes and cringing every so often. his face would go from one of pleasure, to one of pain from one moment to the next, but josh kept going through it. as he was ready to cum from tyler’s hole clamping around him, josh panned down to show his dick going in and out. tyler moaned as he felt his daddy thrust one final time, grinding his hips into his ass as he filled him to the brim with warmth. the next moment, josh was slipping his soft cock out and showing the “cream pie” as requested. basically, josh’s pearly white cum oozing out of tyler’s pulsating hole, squeezing more out. tyler was pretty much wrecked and done for the night. 

thanks guys, g2g, til next time

josh typed before logging out. they got cleaned up, and josh gave tyler the proper after care. he gave him a soothing bath, gave him a snack, then they cuddled on the couch watching a movie. tyler fell asleep quickly on top of josh with his ear against his chest, listening to josh’s heartbeat. they were in deep.