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jawritter · 4 years ago

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The Arrangement

Part 21 (Final)

Summery: You are a young girl that was raised in a small church in Dallas, TX. One of the only churches left in the state that still practices arranged marriages. When your betrothed ran off to California you thought you'd escape the fate you were trained for ever since a small child. Now upon the death your parents your fate seemed to be inescapable as he's returned, and is ready to take you as his bride.

Book Warnings: Arranged marriage, loss of virginity, smut, unprotected sex, angst, language, suicide attempt, battles with anxiety, struggles with mental illness, age gap (about 11 years), I think that’s it, chapters will have warnings of their own!

Chapter Warnings: None

Word Count: 941

A/N: This book is a book about Christian and church based arranged marriages, I would like to take this moment to say that I DO NOT have ANYTHING against the Chirstian faith, and mean absolutely no harm to anyone! Especially Jensen’s family! This is a complete work of fiction, and should be treated as such!

Beta’d by the amazing @deanwanddamons who was awesome enough to do all this for me! It was a lot of work, and she deserves all the praise for it!!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

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Three whole years later, and here you are, sitting next to your husband on a commercial airliner, headed for the first SanCon in years.

The last one being at the beginning of the final episode of Supernatural's 2015 season. After much talk, many meetings, and A LOT of give and take between the actors and directors. They had decided to do a SPN season 16. Under a different network.

This was the first convention of the SPN 16 season. They hadn't even started filming yet, but the hype from the show returning had spread rather quickly, and Jensen was already booked up for conventions.

As the two of you walked through the airport, stopping along the way for a few fans to have something signed, or a few pics taken with Jensen, you couldn't believe how far you'd come.

You finally felt like you had the swing of this, you finally felt like you could function in this. It wasn't easy, and it took a lot of tears, stress, and worry, but you finally felt like you could function as the wife that Jensen deserved.

It took the two of you learning each other, growing together as a couple. You still had date night at least twice a month. You still never went to bed without telling each other you loved each other, and you NEVER left his side. You went everywhere you could with him. Flying back and forth to meetings, sets pretty soon, and even conventions and interviews.

You had learned how to deal with the general public as well, it wasn't easy, but you feel like you figured it out for the most part, and you weren't scared to have them asking you questions and things anymore.

Two hours later you were taking your seat in the section set aside for family and friends next to Gen. She had become a pretty close friend over the years. Waiting for your boys to enter the stage and for the convention to get started officially.

"Are you ready for this madness?" She asked as you settled into your seats, both of you stopping your conversation to pose for a quick picture.

"As ready as I'll ever be." You tell her as Richard and Rob take the stage, getting ready to call the cast and directors out on stage.

The roll call carried on usual. When Jensen and Jared finally entered the stage the sound was nearly deafening. You couldn't help but be proud of him, and all that he'd accomplished.

You set there watching the panel, as they answered questions and things about the upcoming season, and where they'd been. Life questions and things as these things normally go. It seemed to fly by rather quickly.

Once it was over you all met up for dinner at one of the local restaurants close to the hotel where you were staying. Jensen's hand was wrapped around your own as you both set there and watched you friends laugh and drink. It was an exciting time for the whole Cast of SPN. This was something no one ever thought would happen again, and here it was. The show, and fandom that just won't die.

"You know I don't think I've told you today that you look beautiful." Jensens said, brushing his lips over your neck. Sending a family heat straight to your core. You wanted nothing more at that point than to get him out of there, and alone.

The night seemed to drag on as everyone ate, talked, and laughed. When you got back to the hotel room though it seemed like the day had gone in a blur, like the whole three years had gone in a blur really.

You stood there in the middle of the hotel room while Jensen was taking his shower, Staring out the window at the crowd down below. You never thought when you closed the door on your parents house for the last night that you would have made it this far. You never thought that you would be where you are today. Because to be honest, you felt like your whole world fell to pieces that day.

Jensen came up behind you. Smelling like body wash and aftershave. Wrapping his strong arms around you, and pulling your back to his solid chest.

"You okay babe?" he said between peppered kisses on your neck and shoulders.

"Yeah I'm okay." you said, turning to face him. Wrapping your arms tightly around his neck getting as close to him as possible.

There was so much still uncertain, but you learned that life is all about uncertain things. The best thing to do was to just roll with it and enjoy the ride. Jensen and yourself we're about to start on a journey together that was all new to you, and a little scary, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

Putting his lips to you in a soft kiss. Stealing your breath like he did every time.

"Looks like I got to dust off the Dean Winchester. He's been on hiatus to long, might have to practice on you." he said, wiggling his eyebrows like a big dork you love so much.

Grabbing his collar of his shirt you pull his lips down to you, kissing him deeply. Watching his eyes darken. You knew where he was going, and you knew what you were in for.

"I don't know Mr. Winchester. I'm a married woman.My husband may not approve.”

Jensen though is head back in the laugh you loved so much. Deepening his voice to a core shaking level. "Oh sweetheart don't worry about him. You just worry about me."

Oh... This next chapter in life was going to be fun....

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steppedoffaflight · 4 years ago

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Summer’s a Knife - Chapter 7

Catch up on Chapter 6 here

To reward Van for his vulnerability you send him a video of your hand underneath the lace, your fingers moving against yourself. It felt good, sure, but most importantly it filmed good. Van seems to think so, too, judging by his next video.

You sigh in amusement at his enthusiasm. You forget how easy riling up men can be.

Maybe you’d cut someone else off at this point, but Van’s eagerness was endearing. You continue to send him videos of you touching yourself, playing up some soft moans into the microphone. After a few exchanges Van sends a video of his grand finale, complete with his own noises in the background. It’s the one bit out of everything you wish you could’ve saved.

Faking an orgasm is strictly against the rules, so you decide to close off snapchat, coming back to your texts with him instead. In an exhilarated rush you let your glasses of wine do the typing as you send Hope that makes London more bearable.

As always, Mary keeps you out of your comfort zone.

Word count: ~5.6k

Chapter Seven May 2019

Van leaves for the U.K. only days after your accident. You insist on being the one to drop him off at the airport, waking up barely past midnight on a workday in order to get him to LAX for his six AM flight. He’d fought tooth-and-nail against you being the one to take him, insisting on catching a ride with one of the other boys, but to be honest you’d wanted to see him one last time. You wanted to reassure him that you were a normal, functioning person, and not the traumatized mess he’d seen that night.

He’d given you a tight hug over the console as the car idled on the curb in front of his terminal before getting out and grabbing his bags, heading into the hustle and bustle of the airport. You don’t take off immediately but Van doesn’t look back. You watch him examine his phone through the glass doors before he shuffles off, rolling his suitcase behind him.

For the first time, you don’t have to wonder if you’ll see Van again. You’re absolutely certain you will, considering you drive away from the airport in his Range Rover.

It’s weird how comfortable you become driving it. You do have to text Van occasionally through the week with questions, but eventually you’ve made yourself right at home, going so far as to even set some of your own radio station presets. Hopefully he doesn’t mind, but you’d tried to listen to his and it just wasn’t your style. At this rate your indie-rock repertoire consisted of only Catfish and the one Sam Fender song you’d listened to after meeting him. And you were okay with that.

Mary has you come over Friday after work for a girl’s night. She insists it’s because Theo is headed to a bachelor party and she’ll be bored alone, but you get the feeling she’s been worried about you since your accident. She texts you more often than usual, asking about your muscle stiffness and the cut on your thigh. It’d been infected, but cleared up quickly with some first aid ointment you’d had around the house. You were still banged up and had some nasty bruises, but overall you felt lucky things hadn’t been worse.

The plans tonight are tame, a sure sign of Mary’s worry. While she’d usually jump on a girl’s night as an opportunity to head to a club, something you two haven’t done in forever, she insists on renting a movie and changing into pajamas as soon as you’re over. You have chinese delivered for dinner, and wash it down with a bottle of wine Mary had carefully selected for this evening. You two watch a comedy as you eat your food straight out of the paper containers, something funny about divorced women who decide to take a road trip and make impulsive decisions.

The whole living room rings out in shrieks of pain when one of the characters decides to get a bikini wax. You both cringe but can’t take your eyes off of the screen.

“God, remember when I got that wax?” Mary winces.

You remember it vividly, even though it was years ago. Mary had just started dating someone new and during your brow appointments she spur of the moment decided to get a brazillian wax done. One thing you appreciated about Mary’s boldness was your ability to learn from her mistakes; You know now that you will never, ever get a wax.

“I could never, ever, forget,” You tell her somberly as you recall the memory. She had waited until you were done with your brow wax so that you could be in the room with her, holding her hand. It had been traumatic for you both.

“He didn’t even care,” Mary shakes her head in distaste. “All that pain for nothing. He didn’t say one word about it when we fucked the next time.”

She spends a moment simmering in her anger before she shrugs, the clouds clearing. “It made for some great nudes, though. I used them when I first started talking to Theo and he still has them saved to this day.”

“No way? Even with recent ones?”

“What recent ones,” Mary snorts. “I haven’t sent him any in forever. He keeps asking but it’s like, I have to be in a certain mood, you know?”

You nod in understanding. “For sure. I’m never in the mood to photograph myself in fluorescent bathroom lighting.”

“Right, exactly!” Mary takes a long drink of her wine, finishing off her glass. “Now that I have a dimmer in the bathroom, though, it’s so much nicer. Turn it down to a nice glow, ugh.” She gives a chef’s kiss to the air. “So nice.”

She refills her wine glass, topping yours up without being asked. Your attention drifts back to the movie.

“I should take some new ones,” Mary muses.

“You should,” You encourage her.

“No, like, right now,” She says suddenly, sitting up. “I never have the house to myself. I should take some to send to Theo. Gotta keep his eyes off of the strippers, you know.”

You scoff at the idea that Theo would pay anyone else besides Mary a glance. He was head over heels for her. But you can see that Mary’s been hit with an unstoppable lightning bolt of inspiration, already shuffling her blanket aside so she can stand up.

“You gotta help me.” She hits pause on the movie, effectively changing the course of the night. “You always get my angles right.”

You sigh, but know there’s no use in arguing. You start to get up as well.

“I’ll grab more wine,” Mary says cheerfully, bouncing away towards the kitchen.

“You should take some for your man, too!” She calls from the other room.

You let out a dry laugh. “I don’t have a man.”

“Sure you do,” Mary smirks as she reenters the living room with an unopened bottle of wine, “You’re driving his Range Rover, aren’t you?”

“I’m driving my friend’s Range Rover,” You reply. “He was very clear that we are friends.”

“But he’s a friend that would appreciate a nice pic of you.”

“I’m sure he would. But I’m in the ugliest underwear ever, anyway.” You flash her the overworn pair you had on that was probably overdue to be thrown out.

“I have so many cute pairs!”

“We are not the same size!”

“Sure we are!” Mary has started her trip upstairs, and you follow along with both of your wine glasses. “You can fit my underwear for sure!”

“But not your bras!” Your ribcage was definitely wider than Mary’s.

“We can finesse them,” She insists. “We just need some safety pins. Or a hair tie. I dunno, but we’ll make it work.”

Mary’s place included a stunning walk in closet that you’ve always envied. It was attached to the master bedroom and included sets of drawers that kept all of her folded clothes organized. Theo clearly did not share your enthusiasm for the drawers, considering his clothes were in a heap on the floor underneath his hanging rack.

“He’s disgusting,” Mary shakes her head when she sees you notice Theo’s clothes. “I can’t get him to fold a fucking shirt no matter how hard I try. He just wants to hang everything! And there’s not enough space for that!” She gestures passionately to Theo’s hanging rod, which is indeed overflowing.

“Anyway, pick a set,” She slides open a few drawers, revealing matching bra and underwear sets. Lingerie had always been Mary’s forte.

Mary snatches a black lace set. The bra is clearly not intended for coverage purposes, as it’s obvious from glancing at it that her nipples will show right through the lace. You carefully consider a few other bras that catch your eye, but they’re all push-ups with thick padding. Something about Mary’s sheer bra just feels like it would catch Van off guard.

“I want the set you have,” You pout, hoping she’ll politely hand it over.

“I love this set so much,” Mary sighs. “I wanted to buy two sets at the store the day I tried it on because it was so incredible, but they didn’t have another one in black and all the other colors didn’t have the same oomf, you know?” She rifles through the drawers she has open before kneeling down, opening more.

“But they did have this one,” She presses a lacy bra into your hands. It’s identical to hers, except navy blue instead of black. “Does that work?”

You unravel the flimsy lace, marveling at how sheer it is. “Yes!”

“And for underwear,” Mary tuts, browsing her drawers again. “I don’t have the matching ones for those, but these are kinda the same color.”

The underwear is only one shade lighter than the bra, which won’t be noticeable in pictures. The problem is that it’s a thong, with a waistband that’s meant to settle high on your hips.

“I can’t wear these,” You sigh in disappointment when you unravel the delicate strips of fabric barely thick enough to be held together at the seams. “I look terrible in thongs.”

“Nuh-uh! High waisted thongs are totally different. Trust me! Once you get the waistband right it makes your ass look so round!”

Already your heart was sinking in anticipation of trying on ill-fitting clothes and being too discouraged to take any pictures in them. “Alright,” You sigh, not willing to argue about it.

Mary heads back into the bedroom, shedding her pajamas before slipping into the lingerie. You follow her to the bathroom, where she plays with the dimmer while you gulp down more wine to soothe your nerves.

“Take a pic,” Mary commands, halfheartedly posing. You do, and then she reviews it, adjusting the dimmer again as she mutters to herself.

“Another one.”

When she reviews this one, her face lights up. “Perfect,” She tells you, pressing her phone back into the palm of your hand. “Put the wine down, and let’s do this.”

Mary is stunning on camera. Taking pictures comes as easily to her as everything else. She’s not even the slightest bit shy about you being the one to take them, shamelessly sitting down on the edge of the bathtub and spreading her legs, running her fingers provocatively over her thighs. She’s right about the dim lighting making all the difference. Every photo you take of her looks sendable, even if she wrinkles her nose when she reviews them.

When she’s done she’s got a huge selection to chose from, each picture slightly different then the last. She sends one focused on her bra to Theo immediately, and saves the rest for a different time.

“Now you!” She exclaims, excitedly clapping her hands together.

If you were nervous in the beginning, watching Mary so flawlessly pose has definitely ruined your confidence by now. You hesitate, eyeing your chosen clothes on the bed.

“No excuses!” Mary cries when she sees your hesitation. “Didn’t you say Van was in London? What better way to keep him thinking about you then this?”

She’s right. For all you knew he could be sleeping in someone else’s bed right now.

You heave a defeated sigh, slipping off your clothes before shimmying into Mary’s.

The bra does need some finessing, Mary cleverly linking two safety pins together to add the necessary length to the band. It’s uncomfortable but it works, and your nipples do show right through the lace as you’d intended.

You hold your breath as you shimmy into the thong. The lace uncomfortably slips between your thighs, disappearing into your ass. You grimace down at yourself as you adjust the waistband, unhappy with the way it looks.

“This doesn’t look right,” You sigh when you examine yourself in the bathroom mirror.

“Come here,” Mary demands, entering the bathroom with you. Her cold fingers make you flinch as the fusses with the lace, picking at it until it’s positioned to her satisfaction. “This is how it’s supposed to look.”

When you look back in the mirror to see her handiwork, you’re stunned. Her nitpicking had worked some serious magic on the fit. She’d tugged the waistband up until it rested right below your belly button, and then had tugged the sides even higher. The high leg cut of the material revealed extra skin, successfully giving the illusion that you have a more hourglass figure with a larger ass than you actually had.

“See?” Mary smiles at your reflection through the mirror. “Now time for the magic.”

Unfortunately, however, you are not as photogenic as Mary. Although Mary dismisses any gripes you have about the photos she’s taking, you can’t shake the gut feeling that nothing you were doing was working. You didn’t feel confident enough to send a single one of these photos to Van. You shy away from taking photos on a normal day, let alone in lingerie with someone else in the room. Eventually you grab your phone from Mary’s hands.

“This isn’t working,” You huff.

“But it is,” Mary argues, “You look incredible!”

“Okay, well maybe I need to take some alone,” You compromise. “You’re giving me stage fright!”

“How am I giving you stage fright? I’m telling you how hot you look!”

“Please,” You plead with her, “Just give me some time to try to get something halfway decent.”

“Suit yourself,” Mary shrugs, swigging the wine on the counter straight from the bottle. “But you’re not allowed to leave until I see proof you’ve sent him one.”

With that she leaves you to it, softly closing the bathroom door behind her.

You wish she would’ve left the wine.

Now that you’re alone, the pressure is on. You open up the camera, praying you’ll have some good luck.

Without being watched things go much smoother. Within a handful of shots you’ve gotten one that you like. You’re sitting on the edge of the bathtub, the warm glow from the mirror lights lighting up the skin on your chest. The details of the lace are visible enough, but the dark color of your nipples through the fabric steals the focus. Your hand is suggestively cupping one breast, your pointer finger dangerously close to brushing your nipple. There’s not enough light in the room to illuminate any of the background behind your body. The entire focus is on the bra, which consumes the entire faceless shot.

The moment you feel the thrill of having taken a decent photo you take advantage of the feeling. You rush to send it to Van before you chicken out. At the very least, you’ve now satisfied Mary’s requirements and can now be released from the bathroom.

You forget exactly what the time difference is between L.A. and London, but you think it’s something significant, so Van probably wouldn’t be looking at your text right this second. But you’re still riding a wave of adrenaline, so you decide to take a few more in anticipation of his reaction.

You try out one of Mary’s poses, legs spread open and a hand suggestively on your thigh. Taking it yourself adds something extra to the angle the way it’s looking down onto your lap, capturing your perspective.

Your phone buzzes in your hand in the middle of snapping another pic. You almost drop your phone in surprise.

Christ, is all Van’s sent.

Do you like it? You type back nervously.

Yeah

Van’s lack of emotion is typical, but you’re desperate to prompt something more from him tonight. You send the photo of your open thighs as a follow up.

There you go, You send underneath it with a winky face.

Immediately the typing indicator comes up. Got any more?

Do you have snapchat? Your heart races as you send it.

Van’s reply is one word: his username.

You scramble to open up snapchat, adding him immediately. He accepts you with as much eagerness.

Say hi!, the app prompts you as soon as you two are deemed friends. You click the prompt, opening up the camera screen.

Piggybacking off of the photo of your thighs, you dare to take a video in the same position. This time you let your fingers brush over the lace covering you, cutting off the video as soon as it looks like you’re going to tuck a fingertip under the fabric.

As quick as it’s sent, you watch the status on the app change to opened.

When a notification from Van suddenly appears, you tap it without a second thought.

Your gasp audibly echoes around the small room. It’s a clip of Van’s briefs, Van zooming in on the fabric in an attempt to emphasize how hard he is. There’s one that loads immediately after. He’s undressed now, jerking himself off.

“Are you okay in there?” Mary knocks on the door.

“Yes!” You exclaim breathlessly. “Go away! I’m having a convo with Van!”

“You have to show me everything when you’re done!” Mary yells through the door, retreating when you hurriedly agree. Thankfully your actual texting thread is mild compared to what you’re about to send.

You sigh in amusement at his enthusiasm. You forget how easy riling up men can be.

Christttt Van sends again. Trust me it did

You emerge from the bathroom in all your flushed, disheveled glory. Mary throws her phone down on the bed when you come into the bedroom.

“What happened?” She shouts in excitement, bouncing on the bed. “What’d you send him?”

You open up your texting thread and pass it over. “We only texted for a sec.”

Mary’s eyes widen. “You snapchatted him?”

“I mean…” You shrug, blushing. “We snapchatted each other.”

Mary beams in approval. “‘Hope that makes London more bearable’,” She reads out loud before cackling. “Jesus, girl, what has gotten into you?”

“I don’t know!” You exclaim, laughing. “I never do shit like this!”

“I’ve never seen you act like this,” Mary agrees, passing your phone back. “Van is just bringing out a Y/N like never before.”

“Oh, stop. It’s just been forever since I’ve been around someone I really like. That’s all. You know I had that awful dating streak that was so bad I literally gave up.”

“That’s true, I do remember talking you into giving Van a chance,” Mary smirks. “At this rate I’m waiting for a wedding invitation.”

You wrinkle your nose. “No way.”

“You wouldn’t marry him?”

“Van doesn’t seem like the husband type,” You shrug. “And I don’t even know him, so… Definitely saying no to that proposal.”

Mary hums like she doesn’t quite believe you. “I dunno…” She singsongs. “He acts like he loves you. The whole racing out in a thunderstorm thing? And he gives head. He loves you more than Theo loves me, that’s for sure.”

You roll your eyes at her joke. “He’s just very nice,” You brush her off. “I guess he can afford to be extra nice, like the car thing. But he’s never put out any feelers to even be my boyfriend, so I don’t think he’ll be my husband anytime soon.”

“And what about you?”

You turn around so Mary can undo the safety pins on the bra. “What?”

“Like what kind of feelings do you have for him?”

You think for a moment. “I like what we have. He’s fun to be around.”

“You’re not falling in love with him?”

“No!” You giggle.

“Not even a little bit?”

“Oh God, I think everyone’s a little bit in love with him. Did you see everyone at that show?”

“You’re right.” Mary’s done unhooking the bra, and you shimmy out of it. “It even rubbed off on me a little. If things don’t work out can I make my move?”

You two erupt in a fit of giggles at the idea.

The next day slips by, lazy and slow. You and Mary go to bed late, wake up even later, and take your sweet time heading out to grab some breakfast. By the time you’re sitting down to eat it’s already edging towards late afternoon. Theo stumbles in, hungover and exhausted from last night’s adventures. He’s got his own hangover cure in hand, and you three eat together while Mary and you tease him about the strippers.

Afterwards you all settle in on the couch. Mary and Theo are in the middle of some series, and you watch it for lack of anything better to do even if you don’t understand the plot. They seem quite passionate over whatever’s happening, and that’s more amusing than the actual show. You manage to sneak a few clips of the two of them angrily debating over a character and send them to Van on snapchat. He texts you a laughing face in response.

Before you know it it’s dinnertime, and you never ended up going back to your own place. You’re grateful to be so close with someone that staying over a second time is an unspoken agreement as you all argue over where to order dinner from. If anything, Mary seems happy that she can keep a close eye on you for a little longer.

The argument somehow ends with everyone working together to make spaghetti. Theo takes over meatball production, you’re in charge of concocting a pot of sauce, and Mary takes on the extraordinary task of both DJing and boiling the prepackaged noodles. There’s no garlic bread, so you all settle for baking regular slices of bread piled with butter, cheese and spices. Despite everyone’s differences in technique and flavor preferences, by some magic it all turns out perfect.

After your late dinner you retire to the guest bedroom, which you’ve stayed in many times over the years. But after a day of being lazy you feel restless, your body feeling rested enough to resist sleep. You pass the time by scrolling mindlessly on social media.

What are you up to?

Van’s not really one to text first, so when the notification slides onto your screen you jump at something to entertain you. Can’t sleep :( you confess.

In the same boat Van replies.

You snort to yourself. Aren’t you always lol

Haha yeah. Another bubble from him: Doesn’t make it easier though

I bet, You type back. I’m sure time differences don’t help.

Deffo not.

As you try to think of a response, Van sends another. Where are you?

Laying in bed. Stayed over at Mary’s again.

Typing indicator. Then: Can you manage a sec alone?

I don’t have any more pics Van. I sent you the only two good ones I took. You punctuate the message with a laughing emoji.

Highly doubt that

That you only took two good ones I mean

But actually I was wondering if I could give you a call

At that you perk up. Yeah you can call!

Van doesn’t respond to your text, but after about five agonizing, uncertain minutes your phone lights up with his call.

“Hello,” You greet him immediately.

“Hi.” You don’t realize how much you miss Van’s voice until you hear it. “What time is it for you?”

“Midnight,” You tell him after peeking at your screen to double check. “What time is it there?”

“Eight.”

“At night?”

“No, in the morning.”

The weirdness of talking to someone who’s existing in a whole different time of day settles over your skin. “That’s weird.”

Van laughs. “Are you alone?”

“Yep,” You tell him, smoothing the comforter over your legs to keep your hands busy. “Why are you being so paranoid?”

“Paranoid?” Van sounds both amused and offended. “About what?”

“About me being alone! Is you calling me some sort of secret?”

“No!” Van chuckles. “I just want to make sure we’re speaking in private.”

You start to catch his drift, trying to suppress your smile so he doesn’t hear it down the line. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“You can’t sleep, right?” Van’s voice is low.

The sudden shift in the tone of his voice makes your stomach flip. You try to keep your tone breezy. “It’s kind of annoying, yeah.”

“It is,” Van agrees.

“But it’s morning for you,” You tease him, “Shouldn’t you be heading to work?”

“Not ‘til later. Which is fucking great because I didn’t sleep a wink all night.”

“Oh? That sounds rough.”

“Wasn’t so bad. Wrote a pretty good song.”

“You wrote a song?” You furrow your brows in confusion even if nobody’s there to see. “Your album just came out!”

“I never stop writing,” Van brushes you off. “Anytime an idea hits I play around with it.”

You wonder if he writes down these songs in that leather notebook you’d seen at his house. “I see.”

“Yeah.” Van’s voice suddenly goes back to the lower tone he’d been using before you two had gotten distracted. “Anyway, I thought we’d help each other out.”

“Help each other out? How?” You deliver your question in the same mock-cluelessness of a cheesy porn actress.

“Oh, Christ,” Van’s quiet laughter bubbles over the line. “Will you fucking quit?”

“Quit what?” You maintain the cluelessness. “I don’t understand what you’re asking me to do, Mr. McCann.”

Van laughs so hard it turns to a coughing fit. “That’s fucking sick. Mr. McCann is my dad.”

“Ew,” You agree quietly. “But what did you have in mind?”

“Thought we could both get off, if you’d like to get focused.”

“Don’t blame this on me,” You argue mildly. “Where do we start?”

“Pants off and getting comfortable, I suppose.”

“Yeah, okay.” You set the phone aside while you wriggle out of your underwear and debate what position you’d like to be in. Laying down worked fine, but the pillows on the bed have the gears in your brain whirring. You internally debate whether using one of the guest room pillows is disgusting. You were pretty sure you were the only one that stayed in here, though. And you could just use one and concoct some sort of reason they’d need to wash it later. You promise yourself the latter and grab one of the ones at the bottom of the stack.

You hear the noise of Van speaking, but the phone isn’t pressed to your ear.

“Huh?” You ask when you pick it back up. “I set the phone down.”

“Are you ready?” Van asks.

“No, I’m still getting comfortable.” You smush the phone into the crook of your neck while you puff the flattened pillow and straddle it.

“What? How long does that take?”

“Shush,” You demand. “It’s a science. Anyway, I’m comfortable now.” You sit back on your knees, feeling the cool fabric press between your legs.

“What’s comfortable?”

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment that you have to explain it. But you suppose you better get over that quick, considering it’s the only way this’ll work. “Um, I’m using a pillow.”

“Like that show we watched?”

You feel your face burning hotter even though he was being genuine. “Yeah. Like that. You’re doing this too, right?”

“Course I’m doing it too,” Van assures you. “Can’t let you have all the fun.”

You chew at a piece of dead skin on your lip. “So what position are you in?”

“On my back on my bed. The usual.”

In your mind you picture his bedroom twenty minutes away, even though that’s not where he is. The fact you have no idea what’s going on on his end is disorienting. “Are you hard?”

“Uh, just about,” Van’s voice is raspy. “Figure once you get going I’ll be there.”

“You want me to start first?” Your voice wavers the tiniest bit from nerves.

“Yeah. Talk me through it.”

“Okay…” You trail off nervously. You switch your phone into your other hand so that you can reach between your legs with your dominant hand. All of this talking has already had a noticeable effect on your body, which is instantly happy at some light friction.

“I, uh-” You shiver at your own touch. “Just starting off slow.”

Van makes a small, strained noise. It’s so slight it almost sounds like background noise, but there’s the noise of his exhale against the speaker. Encouraged by his response, you search for something more to say.

“With circles,” You add. “You know, uh, how you start off with bigger circles?” The idea of him being the one to touch you makes you shudder. “Like that. You always get it right.”

“Yeah?” Van breathes.

“Yeah,” You sigh. Your fingers speed up, your hips rocking against the pillow to magnify the sensation. “Did you start yet?”

“I did,” Van confirms. You shut your eyes tight and try to imagine him.

“Do you use something?” You ask, desperate to be able to sharpen the image in your mind’s eye.

“Hm?”

“Like… lotion? Or lube?” Your fingertips rub over a spot that sends a shock up your spine and you can’t control your gasp.

Van starts speaking but stutters in surprise at your noise. “No,” He finally grits out. “I- I do the old lick-the-palm-of-my-hand. That’s it though.”

You’ve narrowed down the spot throbbing for attention, a moan slipping down the line to Van. “Fuck,” You sigh, your legs widening. You press against the pillow harder, riding it with the same enthusiasm you ride Van with. “I wish I had my vibrator,” You whine.

His breath hitches. “You’ve got one?”

“At home in my drawer I do.” Thinking about pressing it into you while it buzzes on the perfect setting makes you twitch desperately against your fingertips. “Fuck, I wish I had it so bad.”

“What would you do with it, though?” Van pants. You can clearly hear the soft clicking of Van’s foreskin slipping against any precome, giving you a sense of his rhythm.

“Slow down,” You plead, trying to focus and match your tight circles to his pace. “I’m trying to go at the same pace as you.”

Van’s breathing is jagged as you hear him slow his pace slightly.

You try to think up some sort of response to Van’s question about the vibrator. The only reason you were craving it so bad is because Van was out of town. It doesn’t see the light of day when he’s in L.A..

“I only use it when you’re not here,” You confess, too exhilarated to censor yourself. “So if you were around I wouldn’t be doing shit with it.”

“Oh fuck,” Van sounds dangerously close to the edge. “I miss you. I wish I was fucking you.”

His voice sounds raw. You replay the way he says he misses you over and over in your mind.

“I miss you too,” You admit, your voice cracking. “I’ve been thinking about riding you this entire time.”

“I’m gonna come,” Van pants.

“I know,” You tell him. “I can hear it.”

There’s the frantic noise of his pace speeding up before Van’s moaning down the line. You squeeze your eyes shut so hard it hurts just so you can picture his face, recalling all the details you remember when you’d jerked him off over your stomach.

You focus on your hazy fantasy of riding Van and getting to see his face tense like that until you’re over the edge, breathing his name into the microphone.

A blissful silence follows as you both come back down. You allow your bodyweight to slump sideways, dramatically rolling off of the pillow.

“What was that?” Van croaks.

“Me readjusting,” You say, hesitantly giving the pillow a slight sniff. It smells like sex. You cram it back into the bottom of the pile, reminding yourself to think up a lie in the morning.

“Oh. Think you can sleep now?”

“Yeah.” You wince at the way your thighs ache from your position. “Definitely wore myself out. What about you?”

“Exhausted. Ready to catch some rest.”

“Okay.” You yawn. “I’ll let you go.”

“I miss you,” Van says again earnestly. “I’ll be back in the States soon.”

It’s one thing to say things spur of the moment during sex, but Van repeating his declaration stuns you.

“Miss you,” You reply instinctually. “So does my vibrator. It’s in need of a vacation.”

Your joke lands as intended, your heart swelling as Van breaks out into a belly laugh.

“Christ,” He catches his breath enough to say. “You’re somethin’ else.” You hear the faint click of his lighter. “Stay on the phone and have a smoke with me?”

“I can’t,” You groan in disappointment. “I don’t have any on me.”

“Oh. Alright. I’ll let you get to sleep, then.” He sounds equally as disappointed.

“Okay. Text me.”

“I will. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

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softspiderling · 5 years ago

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swanky fortune - part seven | t.h.

Summary: life keeps you apart, Tom has a rotten morning and you return to your life

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Song I listened to while writing: Dance Monkey by Tones and I

Author’s Note: I did it y’all. I hope you’re proud of me, because I honestly did not think I would pull through. This part had me squealing, will you squeal with me? Also, trying some new pics, gif is not mine! Make sure to leave some feedback :’)

Warnings: cussing and swearing

Word Count: 3,6k

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Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. What could he possibly want from you?

“Yes. I am. And you are…?”

The man nodded and gave you a polite smile.

“You can call me Felix. I am here to pick you up for the airport.”

Wait, what?

Your smile faltered and you frowned at him.

“You are? But Tom said that he was going to drive me to the airport,” you pointed out and the man- Felix, ducked his head.

“Mr. Holland was called away, he has some important business to take care of and he asked me to escort you to the airport.”

You couldn’t help but feel disappointment wash over you. Of course you understood, honestly you were really surprised that Tom was able to spend so much time with you as he already did, but if you had known, you would have said good bye properly the last time you saw him. Hell, you couldn’t even remember when you saw him last.

“Oh, yes. That makes sense. Uhm. Just let me grab my stuff real quick,” you told Felix, your tone much more subdued and you went inside to grab your luggage.

“Get a grip, Y/N,” you mumbled to yourself and shouldered the backpack, dragging your suitcase to the doorway where he was waiting for you.

“Let me take that for you,” Felix said and grabbed your suitcase, before making his way over to the elevator, leaving you to follow him.

You were flipping over your phone in your hand as you walked over the marbled floor to the elevator, your phone blinking, an apology text from Tom already waiting for you.

Tom: I hope you read this before Felix comes to pick you up, but I can’t drive you to the airport. I know this sucks because we couldn’t finish our conversation from last night, but my agent is really on my arse about this and I wouldn’t cancel on you if this wasn’t important. I’m really, really sorry and if it helps, I haven’t had the best morning anyways. I promise I will make it up to you.

Tom: Have a safe flight love, let me know when you land xx

With a sigh you locked your phone and slipped it in the pocket of your backpack. You were way too emotional to form a reply right now, you were going to wait until you calmed down to text him back. You followed Felix out of the hotel and clambered into the backseat of the car.

“Do you want to stop for breakfast on the way to the airport?” Felix asked, looking back to you after he’s got in the driver’s seat.

You shook your head, buckling up.

“No, I’m fine. We can go straight to the airport, thanks.”

He nodded and turned his eyes back on the street before he started the drive towards the airport, with the radio providing the only sound in the car.

You leaned your head against the window and watched buildings pass by in a blur, before you closed your eyes.

“Good bye Los Angeles,” you mumbled under your breath when you opened your eyes again, but the only thing you were seeing was Tom smiling at you and his warm, brown eyes.

A couple hours before, across the city…

“Mate, you gotta wake up.”

Tom whined in his sleep and turned over in his king-size bed, huffing a breath out of his nostrils before his breath evened out again, small snores filling the room.

Harrison hesitated. Tom had stumbled into the apartment pretty late the night before and he had only muttered out a quick ‘Argument with Jeff’ out, before he disappeared into his bedroom.

Harrison had wanted to go in to cheer his best mate up a bit, but standing outside the door, he had heard muffled talking, Tom’s soft voice and he knew that someone else was already taking care of that. It was why it was so much harder for him to wake him up now, knowing how upset Tom was going to be with the change of plans.

“Tom, seriously, wake up,” Harrison said gently and shook the brunet by the shoulders.

“Whatttt?” Tom groaned and covered his eyes with his hand, his other reaching for his phone.

“It’s not even time for me to get up to drive Y/N to the airport, bro.”

“Jeff is here,” Harrison told him and Tom sat up, blinking at him in confusion.

“Here here?”

Harrison gave him a look and Tom sighed, throwing the blanket back and getting out of his comfortable bed. If his agent really showed up in person at his place, it wasn’t a good sign.

He headed into his bathroom to brush his teeth and scowl at his reflection in the mirror, before he slipped on some sweats and a t shirt.

“Morning Jeff,” Tom yawned while he padded to the kitchen where Jeff was talking to Harry and Sam.

“Look who’s finally awake,” Jeff said sarcastically and the twins quickly disappeared into the backyard with Harrison as the tension rose in the room. Jeff was a great agent, Tom was really thankful for everything he’s done. But he’s also a stickler to the rules. If it was Jeff’s call, Tom was pretty sure he wouldn’t get any time off anymore and just spend it getting interviewed, doing photoshoots and making sure his image was clean as slate.

It was safe to say that they got along greatly professionally. Personally? Not that much.

Tom rolled his eyes and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard before pouring himself some coffee. “It’s not even nine am, cut back the sarcasm. Do you want some coffee?”

Jeff shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest, his eyebrows furrowed. So Tom was right. His agent was not here to congratulate him for the premiere the day before.

“So, what’s up?” Tom asked, sipping on his coffee while he stared at Jeff.

Jeff stared back at him, his forehead creased. “You’ve been slacking off the last few days, Tom. I can’t believe you blew off the photo shoot with Cosmopolitan on Friday.”

“I was tired, Jeff. And it was the day before the premiere, did you really expect me to have time to do a photo shoot on top of everything?” Tom sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. It really was too early for all of this.

“But you had the time to hang around that fan who won the Brothers Trust ruffle?”

Tom narrowed his eyes at Jeff. He didn’t particularly like the direction Jeff was steering this conversation to. “Her name’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Jeff hissed, massaging his temples. “The reason why you almost got mobbed at the Four Seasons if it weren’t for me?”

“It wasn’t her fault, I wasn’t being careful,” Tom pointed out and Jeff snorted, leaning on the counter with his hands.

“That’s exactly my point. She’s distracting you. I have never seen you out of your game like this before, she’s messing with your head and it’s not good, Tom. I thought you always prided yourself on being focused and always giving your best when you’re working,” Jeff taunted and Tom slapped a hand on the counter, feeling anger simmering up in him.

“Do not turn my words against me, Jeff,” He snapped out. “You know I’ve never liked doing so many photo shoots, I’m an actor for god’s sake, not a model.”

“It was a promotional shoot. For your new movie, remember?”

“Don’t patronize me.”

Tom downed the last of the coffee before he put the empty mug in the dishwasher, sighing. In the end, he knew that Jeff just wanted the best for his career, and Tom really owed him a lot of his success.

“Why are you here, Jeff?” he then asked, his voice milder than before. He was tired and the more he fought, the longer this conversation was going to be (and the longer you had to wait for him).

“I’m here to accompany you to the Cosmopolitan photoshoot. They agreed to a second shoot to make up for the one you ditched,” Jeff said and Tom’s eyes widened, he was shaking his head vigorously.

“No no no, I can’t. I’m supposed to bring Y/N to the airport, and this wasn’t planned, I- What the fuck, Jeff?” He argued agitated and Jeff only held up a hand, uncharacteristically calm.

“Zendaya and Jake are also going to be there. There’s no way you can get out of this.”

Tom stared at his agent in disbelief before he threw his hands up, cursing. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re doing this Jeff,” he muttered, his heart sinking when he thought of you. “Y/N’s going to be so upset.”

Jeff clasped Tom on the back, his face sporting a grin. “If she really is that amazing like you’re painting her to be, she’ll understand buddy. Now get dressed.”

oOo

“Ahhhh! I can’t believe you asked Zendaya how her kiss with Zac was!” Luisa yelled and pulled you in for a hug.

“Geez, is that really how you greet me?” you snorted and patted her back before you pulled away, shouldering your backpack. Even though the flight was quite pleasant, it still was rough to spend nine hours in a cramped up seat.

She shot you a beaming smile and wrapped an arm around your neck as you made your way to the exit of the airport.

“Can’t have you get all cocky just because you walked the red carpet with some celebrities,” she teased and you rolled your eyes fondly, heaving your suitcase in the trunk of Luisa’s car, getting in the passenger seat.

“So, I ordered some pizza and we’ll just pick it up on the way home. I figured you wouldn’t want to go out for food after your flight,” Luisa said and you gave her a grateful smile, buckling up as she started her car.

You turned your phone on, and waited as the apple logo lit up, before the phone pinged excessively.

“Jeez,” you muttered, swiping through your notifications.

Messages: Tom: yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just got into a little spat with my agent, nothing big 😅

Messages: Tom: You’ll see, Y/N. It’ll be great, I swear 🤞🏼

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

Instagram: tomholland2013, hazosterfield, paddyholland2004 and five others started following you.

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

Messages: Tom: Have you landed yet? x🤔

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

Messages: Harrison: hey did u land yet

Messages: Harrison: tom thinks that u r mad at him

Messages: Harrison: pls text him back, he’s starting to annoy me

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

The corners of your mouth ticked up. This was a bit excessive, even for Tom. You swiped right on Harrison’s text, letting him know you landed, before you opened Tom’s texts:

You: it’s okay. Not going to lie, I am a little bit disappointed tho. How will you make it up to me?

You: Why would it help to hear that you haven’t had a great morning? Are you okay?

THREE UNREAD MESSAGES

Tom: You’ll see, Y/N. It’ll be great, I swear 🤞🏼

Tom: yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just got into a little spat with my agent, nothing big 😅

Tom: Have you landed yet? x🤔

Frowning, you pursed your lips. It seemed like Tom was really having trouble with something lately, but it was obvious that he did not want to talk about it, so you just let it slide.

You: Yep, just got off the plane 😊

You: Did you go through all of my insta posts?

You then opened Instagram, just to see red hearts blinking at the bottom of the screen, indicating the number of posts Tom had liked. Shaking your head, you dropped your phone in your lap and leaned your elbow against the window. What a dork.

Luisa glanced at you and raised an eyebrow at your serene smile, before turning her attention back on the road.

“What’s gotten you all smile-y?” she wanted to know and you shrugged, pursing your lips. You hadn’t told Luisa anything about what has happened between you and Tom yet, you weren’t even sure why.

“Just glad to be home.”

Luisa scoffed and as the car rolled to a stop by a red light, she poked your thigh. “Are you trying to tell me you’d rather be home than with Tom Holland? Girl, don’t even try to fool me.”

You flushed and turned away, clearing your throat.

“Jeez, the last time you were this red was when Julian from biology kissed you.”

She eyed you when you kept silent at her jab and her eyes widened comically as it dawned on her.

“Holy shit, did you kiss Tom Holland?”

“What? No, of course not,” you lied and Luisa cackled, shaking her head.

“Oh my god you totally did. Fuck, I deeply respect you, Y/N,” she laughed. “I can’t believe you haven’t told me, I need details!”

“I’ll tell you at home, for god’s sake keep your eyes on the road!”

Luisa laughed gleefully, but luckily, she didn’t mention it for the rest of the drive. After having picked up the pizza at your trusted Italian, you finally headed home and you nearly cried in relief when you tossed your luggage in the corner of the living room and dropped down on the couch. It’s been a long day.

“Hey, get up or the pizza will get cold,” Luisa said, kicking your foot that was hanging off the couch. “Don’t think you can get out of telling me all about that smooch with Tom Holland.”

Groaning loudly, you propped yourself up and dragged yourself to the table, opening the pizza carton all the while Luisa was staring at you with expecting eyes. You knew she was not going to let it go until you gave her every small detail about you and Tom.

Picking the mushrooms off of your slice, you let out a sigh before diving into your story and Luisa was clinging to every word that left your mouth.

“I can’t believe it,” she said after you’ve finished. “And you guys didn’t even have a chance to finish that conversation?”

You shook your head and she made a ‘yikes’ face. “I wouldn’t want to live through that cliffhanger.”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered and pushed your half eaten pizza away. Your stomach was full and you knew there was a bunch of assignments waiting for you to start on them, it couldn’t wait any longer.

“Thanks for the pizza Lu,” you said and kissed her on the head. She smiled cheesily at you and waved her slice in your direction.

“I’m here if you need to talk!”

Sending her a thumbs up, you lugged your suitcase in your bedroom and cracked it open, tossing most of its content into the hamper for laundry later, before you sat down at your desk to get some work done.

As the sun set over the horizon, you had managed to check in with all of your professors to get the assignments you had to catch up on, contact fellow students for the material from the classes you had missed and outline an essay that was due the next week. Your eyes were drooping and you shut your laptop before pushing it away from you, stretching your arms with a yawn.

Reaching for your phone, you rubbed over your eyes as you scanned your notifications, your heart thumping in your chest when you caught sight of Tom’s name.

Tom: what? How’d you know?

Tom: oh shit I liked all of them 🤦‍♂

Tom: sorry, that probably creeped you out

Tom: how was your flight? what’re you up to right now? x😊

Biting on your lip, you let out a snort and swiveled in your chair. How can one be so Instagram inapt? It wasn’t like he was of a different generation, either.

You: it’s fine. I think it’s kinda cute, you’re like a fifteen year old with a crush

You: It was okay. I got plenty of sleep even though the person behind me kept jabbing their knee into my seat. I just caught up with everything I’ve missed from university. What are you doing? Something more exciting, I hope?

You exited the text chain and checked the time, pursing your lips. It’d be eleven pm in Los Angeles right now, but honestly, you weren’t even sure if he was still in the States or not. If you were honest, this was another part that held you back from throwing yourself into a relationship with Tom. The contrast between your lives could not be any more different. How would a relationship with him even work out if he was travelling most of the time and you were stuck back in your apartment, getting your degree?

The sound of your phone chiming a couple of times distracted you from your depressing thoughts and when you turned your phone to look at the notifications, you were surprised to see that Tom had already messaged you back.

Tom: trust me, I was much much worse when I was fifteen. Believe it or not, this is progress 🤷‍♂

Tom: I’m in South Korea!! Just finishing up the press tour before I finally head home

South Korea, huh.

You looked up the time in South Korea – around three pm – and wrinkled your nose. You returned to the textchain and his name was staring at you from the top of your phone screen. He must be in the middle of interviews and press meetings, you wondered how he found the time to text you. Tapping your finger nails against the side of your phone, you formulated the text message in your head, not wanting to type mindlessly on the keyboard before erasing all of it again.

Do you not have to do interviews? No, that sounded too harsh.

What are you doing right now? L a m e.

You groaned and pressed the phone against your forehead. Why was this so hard? You just made fun of Tom and his incompetence around Instagram and now you were sitting here, taking forever to reply to a simple text.

You: Press tour huh? Aren’t you supposed to, you know, actually do press instead of texting me? 🤔

Looked good enough.

A vibration announced of the arrival of a new text from him and you didn’t even have the time to exit the text chain. Damn that boy was a fast texter.

Tom: I am doing press. For myself. On you. Is it working?

Was it working? Judging by the smile on your face, it definitely was. But you were certainly not going to tell him that. As you were typing your reply, his text was pushed up by a new one.

Tom: I actually have to go now. Talk to you later? x

You pressed your lips together, forcing the ever growing smile on your face to shrink a bit, before you deleted what you had previously written and replaced it with a one word reply.

You: definitely.

Inhaling deeply, you felt your heart hammer against your rib cage and you smiled widely at the ceiling. Wow, you definitely were smitten with him. But he made it so easy. Why did he have to be so endearing and cute and nice? It was not going to be easy to resist him. Not that you had been doing a good job so far anyway.

oOo

The next couple of weeks flew by and next to the life crushing work you were doing for university, you had found your rhythm in your daily routine again. The daily routine that now apparently included a nightly phone or video call from Tom, because that was just how life worked right?

You glanced at the time stamp on your phone as you jogged up the stairs of your apartment building, breath coming short. It was nearing the time Tom was usually calling and you weren’t even home. Your calculus had class had run late and your stomach was grumbling since you hadn’t eaten anything yet.

Even though Tom’s texts that day were a lot more sparse than usual, you had blamed it on a probably packed schedule on his side, rather than throwing yourself into the pit of self-doubt. He was finally back home, surrounded by his family and friends, you were glad that he wasn’t constantly on the phone to text you.

Nevertheless, he’d always called you. Every night. So you wanted to get home, shovel some food in and burrow yourself in your bedroom by the time Tom called, because Luisa had this annoying habit of eavesdropping and giggling during your phone calls with Tom.

You let out a sigh of relief when you finally reached your floor, keys already dangling in your hand. A delicious smell of tomato sauce wafted through the air and you were crossing your fingers that they were coming from your kitchen; Luisa really made a kick ass Spaghetti Bolognese if she got off of her ass.

Unlocking your door, you dropped your backpack unceremoniously by the wall and your whole apartment was smelling like an Italian restaurant. It was almost like heaven.

“You’re a godsend Lu!” you called towards the kitchen where you could hear her tinkering with the pots. You kicked your shoes off and slipped out of your jacket, before stumbling into the kitchen.

“I’m starving, I only grabbed a banana before I left for class and I forgot my wallet at home so I-.”

Your words died in your throat when you saw Tom standing in front of you, dressed in grey sweats and a white t shirt with a red stain on it. He was holding a spatula in one hand and was staring at you with wide eyes, his mouth pulled into a sheepish grin.

“Hi darling. Hope you’re hungry.”

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Pairing: Reader x Dean

Word Count: 4,626

Prompt: Fake Dating

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The prospect of having to go alone to Christmas breakfast at your aunt’s house was becoming more and more daunting as the day neared. This would be the tenth Christmas since going away to college that you’d come home alone, and your aunts and cousins wouldn’t let you live it down. Coming home for a few years without a man by your side wasn’t bad, but ten years? Unheard of in your family. All the other cousins were either engaged or married already. So when your phone lit up with your aunt’s name, breaking your concentration and distracting you from your work, you knew that you had to do something. Posting an ad online for a fake boyfriend wasn’t an option, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized you didn’t have any other option.

My life is turning into a frigging Hallmark movie, you thought, groaning quietly.

Sighing, you stood up from your desk and stretched before heading around the corner towards the bathroom.

“Y/N! Y/N, hey!”

You stopped, turning around and grinning when you saw Dean standing up in his own cubicle, grinning back at you.

“What?” you asked.

“You’re coming to Game Night tomorrow, right? I’m sick of losing, so we need to beat Charlie and Sam,” Dean said. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, the fabric tight against his muscles as he crossed his arms and leaned against the dividers. You had to admit that his physique was distracting, but only a little bit. A little bit was all you allowed yourself.

You groaned. “I forgot Game Night was tomorrow! I have to get to the airport—I’m flying out to Ohio right after work.”

“But it’s Christmas Eve, Y/N! You’re telling me you’d rather go to Ohio than spend time with your friends?”

“I wish I could stay, but I—” You stopped as a plan started to form in the back of your mind. “Hey, you still owe me that favor. That big favor.”

Dean watched you warily, clearly confused about the sudden change in subject. “Yeah… I mean, I didn’t think it was that big of a favor to watch Sam after his surgery— Okay, fine, it was a big favor,” Dean relented, seeing the annoyed look on your face.

“I’m cashing in,” you told him. After a quick glance around the office to make sure there were no obvious eavesdroppers, you continued, “I’ll take care of everything, but I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for Christmas.”

“What? Y/N, stop mumbling.”

“I need you to be my boyfriend for Christmas,” you mumbled again, slightly louder this time.

“What are you saying?”

“I need you to be my boyfriend for Christmas, okay?”

The words came out as a half-shout and one of your co-workers from down the row stood up, surprised at the outburst. You felt your cheeks go hot and you hid your face with one hand, avoiding eye contact with Dean.

Grabbing your elbow, Dean pulled you away from his cubicle and led you down the aisle to the empty copy room. You stepped away from him as soon as he dropped your arm.

“Y/N, what the hell are you talking about?” Dean asked. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend? Like a chick flick or something?”

You wiped your palms on your slacks, nervous. “Yeah. My aunt has this big Christmas breakfast thing and I— I go alone every year. It’s hell with all my cousins either married or engaged now, and I don’t think I can stand another year of the questions and the teasing and the torture. I just need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for three days, and then you’re off the hook. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’ll pay for your airfare and a room of your own and all your food.” You stopped rambling and took a breath, watching Dean as he processed your request.

Finally, he nodded. “Okay. I owe you one, and after all the other things you’ve done for me that I’ve never paid you back for… This sounds like a fair deal.”

Relief flooded you and you felt the tension in your shoulders melt away. “Really?” you asked, and he nodded again. “Thank you, Dean. Really.”

He shrugged. “It’s no problem, Y/N. Just, uh, text me some of the details. You know, things I should know for the breakfast and stuff.”

You nodded, watching him as he rubbed the back of his neck, then turned and walked back to his cubicle. Closing your eyes, you leaned against the wall and tried to collect yourself.

I can’t believe I just did that.

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Dean walked with you to the parking garage the next afternoon. He was quiet as you pulled your suitcase from your car to his, handing it off to him before climbing into the passenger seat of his Impala.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said as he got in on his own side. “You can change your mind.”

He shook his head, glancing over at you. “I gave you my word that I would, Y/N. Besides, I’m not about to turn down a free trip. Sam’s gonna be with Jess and Charlie’s gonna be with her girlfriend… This’ll be good. My only regret is agreeing to flying... I’m not really a big fan of planes.”

“Me neither,” you agreed. “But it’s faster than driving, and I try not to draw this kinda thing out.”

“I don’t blame you,” Dean said. He pulled his car out of its spot and headed out of the garage, and soon you were on your way to the airport.

The airport wasn’t far from your office building. Dean parked in the garage and helped you with your luggage like a perfect gentleman, and you smiled as you took it from him.

“You don’t have to act like my boyfriend now, Dean. We’re not there yet,” you told him. “You can tease me like you normally would and let me get my own stuff out of the back.”

He shrugged a little and closed the trunk with his free hand. “Consider it practice.”

Not wanting to argue, you followed him inside and through security. The lines were long, and by the time the two of you reached your gate, your flight was already boarding. Thankfully, there were two seats next to each other near the front of the plane. Dean sat down and immediately closed his eyes, clearly anxious.

“Hey,” you said as the flight attendants moved past you to check for seatbelts. Dean glanced over at you, his hands gripping the armrests. Hesitantly, you placed your hand over his. “We’re gonna be fine. It’s a short flight—only two hours.” When he didn’t respond, you continued, “I downloaded one of the newer Star Wars movies on my phone. Watch it with me?”

After a second, Dean let out a slow exhale and nodded tightly. He opened his eyes, giving you a tense smile when you held out an earbud for him. It was accepted without comment, but you felt Dean slowly start to relax beside you as the flight attendants went through their regular safety speeches. When the plane began take-off, he tensed again. You remained silent, letting him do what he needed to, until finally the aircraft leveled out and he focused on the movie once more. Turbulence was minimal the entire flight, and your movie was almost over as the plane landed in Cleveland.

“You doing okay?” you asked as you and Dean headed through the terminal to the rental car office.

“I’m fine, babe,” he answered, wrapping an arm around your waist. You tensed, stopping for a moment before forcing yourself to relax and walk with him.

“This is going to take some getting used to,” you laughed, and Dean laughed along with you.

Two hours later, you and Dean pulled up outside your hotel, both of you equally exhausted. The rooms were ready for you, thankfully, and as soon as you were unpacked enough to get ready in the morning without any issues, you knocked on the door separating your room from Dean’s.

“It’s unlocked,” Dean called to you.

You pushed the door open, standing in the doorway as Dean continued to unpack his things. “So… What’s the plan? Did you read that text I sent you?”

Dean nodded, only glancing up at you for a second before gathering up some shirts and carrying them to the closet. He began to hang them up with his back to you as he replied, “Yeah. I got the whole run-down on the family, and I checked out your Facebook pics to put faces with names.”

“You have a Facebook?”

“I made one last night,” he said. Dean turned and looked at you. “I sent you a friend request, I think. I’m still figuring it out, Sam wasn’t around to help.”

Dean made a Facebook for this?

You stared at him for a second, dumbstruck. “Right. Um, well, we should figure out some sort of story.”

Shrugging, Dean stuck his hands in his pockets and leaned against the dresser with the TV. “Easy. We’ve been friends for a long enough time that we know a lot about each other already, so we can just say that we met at work. I thought you were cute and invited you to Game Night and the rest is history.”

“Well… I guess that’s not too far off from the truth,” you answered. “I made a list of things that you should probably know. You know, things that I don’t normally tell people I’m not super close with.”

You dug the list out of your pocket and held it out for him. Dean took it in silenced, unfolding the paper and looking it over for a minute before nodding and slipping it into his back pocket.

“I’ll make a list or something, too. Can I just text it to you?”

You nodded, suddenly uncomfortable as you thought of the next thing on your mental to-do list. You knew that this would be weird, but you’d been hoping it wouldn’t be this weird.

“We should talk about some other things too, Dean. Like kissing and stuff.”

“And stuff?” Dean asked, raising his eyebrows.

Your face felt warm. “Yeah, and stuff. What exactly are you comfortable with?” He shrugged again and you sighed. “Okay, how long have we been dating, according to your story?”

“About four months,” Dean replied after a moment.

“Okay… So we’ve probably only kissed, then.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up again. “Whoa, wait. Four months is a long time, Y/N. You’re saying that we’ve only kissed? Isn’t that a little… I don’t know… middle school?”

“I dated my last boyfriend for over a year and we hadn’t done anything other than kissing a little… touching,” you told him.

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Talking about your last relationship with Dean was weird enough, but talking about how physical you’d gotten—and not gotten? Mortifying.

After a long moment, Dean finally nodded. “Alright. Just kissing, then.”

Dean’s phone chirped on the nightstand and you looked over at it. “Okay. I should probably head to bed, then,” you said, looking back at him. “We should probably leave around seven to get to my aunt’s house.”

“Okay. See you in the morning, sweetheart. Sleep tight.”

You gave Dean an awkward smile before backing into your room and shutting the door, locking it on your side. Your stomach gurgled and you sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. Anxiety would most certainly keep you awake and as you went through your nightly routine, you tried not to think about what the next morning would hold for you. Nonetheless, the thoughts filled your head and you crawled into bed fully aware that you wouldn’t sleep a wink.

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“Aunt Cindy, it’s so good to see you!”

Your aunt pulled you into a tight hug, leaving you breathless and already overwhelmed by the time she let go. Quickly, before she could grab you again, you stepped out of the way to reveal Dean standing in the doorway.

“Aunt Cindy,” you began with a smile, “This is Dean, my boyfriend. I hope you don’t mind that I brought him…”

She smiled wider, shaking her head and pulling Dean in for a hug. He grunted and you held back a laugh as you shucked off your shoes and coat.

“Not at all, dear! It’s so wonderful of you to finally have someone to bring along!”

“That’s one way of putting it,” you mumbled as she released Dean. Almost immediately, he stepped out of arm’s reach and began removing his coat and shoes as well.

“Thanks for having me,” Dean said, smiling politely. “I know it’s last minute, but when I found out that there’d be cinnamon rolls…” He trailed off and you knew by the way your aunt’s eyes lit up that she’d taken the bait.

“Oh yes, my cinnamon rolls!” she cried. “They’ve won awards all over the county. Come along, Dean, I’ll serve you one while you tell me all about yourself.”

Before he could get out any kind of response, Dean was being dragged to the kitchen, leaving you alone. You grinned at the pleading, helpless look he gave you on his way out.

“Guess it’s just you and me, Rocky,” you sighed, crouching down to pet the old basset hound who’d come to greet you. He was normally your only companion during Christmas and as much as you loved him, you were relieved that Dean would be accompanying you this time.

Rocky barked, accepting your gentle pets before heading off to find a new person to occupy him. You stood and followed Dean’s path into the kitchen, smiling tightly when your cousin Jane made eye contact with you from her spot by the sink. She set down her drink—a mimosa with more champagne than juice, probably—and made her way towards you, grabbing her fiance on the way.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” she cheered, and you let her pull you into a hug.

“So you good to see you, too,” you replied. “I didn’t think you’d be so excited to see me, considering I couldn’t come to your bridal shower…”

More like wouldn’t come, you thought.

Jane laughed, throwing her head back in a way that looked like it hurt. Her fiance smiled politely, his hand on the small of her back. “Don’t be silly, Y/N! Of course I want to see my littlest cousin! Besides, I need to hear about all the cute boys at your new office. Surely you’ve had the chance to go out with all of them by now?”

She raised an eyebrow at you and you felt sick to your stomach. Of course. What would Christmas be if Jane wasn’t torturing me about how she always got more dates than me?

“Actually—”

“Hi, you must be Jane.” Dean’s voice and his hand on the small of your back almost made you jump, but you were immediately filled with relief that he’d found you. He held out a hand, shaking with Jane and her fiance, and when you glanced back at him, he smiled charmingly. So charmingly, in fact, that your heart skipped a beat.

“Indeed I am. Who are you?” Jane replied, raising an appreciative eyebrow as she looked Dean over from head to toe.

You held back a disgusted scoff. Surely her fiance was seeing this. Does he know she’s been cheating on him from the start?

“I’m Dean, Y/N’s boyfriend. It’s nice to finally meet you, she talks so much about her family. I didn’t know you were engaged—when she showed me your Instagram, it looked like you weren’t even in a relationship.”

Jane’s face transformed into one of horrified shock as her fiance slid his arm around her waist, his eyes cloudy with anger.

“Would you excuse us?” he asked.

Dean nodded, trying to hide a smile as the two of you watched Jane and her fiance walk away, whispering fiercely as they headed to the empty side of the house.

“Dean, oh my God,” you laughed, looking up at him. “That was insane, how did you know that she was cheating on him? I’ve never been able to find her on Instagram, her account’s super secretive!”

Shrugging, Dean dropped his hand from your back. “I have my ways. Did you wanna eat? I can distract your family while you get some food.”

You shook your head, giving him a grateful smile. “I had something back at the hotel, but thanks. For all of this, really.”

Dean opened his mouth to say something, only to be cut off by your aunt yelling your name. You winced and Dean raised an eyebrow.

“You wanna get out of that?” he asked, his voice low. You nodded. “You trust me then, right?”

You nodded again and Dean took your hand, leading you in the direction that Jane and her fiance had left. You followed him blindly, grinning a little when you saw the dumbfounded looks your other cousins were giving you as Dean led you out of the kitchen. They were blatantly ogling him, but you couldn’t blame them. The red shirt and dark jeans he was wearing made you want to ogle him too, and you definitely had that morning at the hotel. He’d been getting coffee while you waited for him at the tables in the lobby and man, what a view you’d had. Your face went red at the thought and you couldn’t wipe the giddy smile off your face as Dean slowed.

He led you into your uncle’s empty office, closing the doors behind you.

“What are we doing here?” you asked, looking around. It had been ages since you’d spent time with your uncle, but you had fond memories of reading and sketching by the big windows along one office wall.

“Nothing. Talking. Whatever you want to do,” Dean answered. He perched himself on the long edge of the desk, watching as you walked along the built-in shelves, trailing your fingers across the spines of the books.

“I haven’t been in here in forever,” you murmured. “I spent so much time here as a kid.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, glancing over at Dean before returning to the books. “Yeah. My uncle and I were close when I was little, but not so much anymore. I realized as I got older that I didn’t really agree with him on a lot of important things, and it kinda created a rift between us.”

“That must be hard.”

Shrugging, you stopped and looked over at Dean. Down the hall, you heard someone say your name, then knock on another door. Your eyes grew wide, but Dean only grinned and gestured for you to come closer.

“What are we gonna do? My aunt doesn’t like people snooping around—she’s always been possessive of her stuff,” you hissed.

Dean shook his head, spreading his legs slightly and gesturing for you to stand in between them. You did as he instructed, feeling heat spread to your cheeks as you realized just how close you were.

“Can I kiss you?” Dean whispered.

“Dean, now’s not the—” You stopped, realizing his intentions. Slowly, you nodded.

Smiling softly, Dean reached up and cupped your cheek with his hand, gently pulling you closer. “Relax,” he murmured, and then his lips were on yours.

It took you a second, but you found yourself relaxing and leaning into the kiss as if you’d kissed Dean a thousand times before. Your hands went immediately to his red overshirt, clutching the edges of the soft fabrice as his other hand wound around your waist and pulled you closer. You moaned against his lips, deepening the kiss and letting him slide his hand up into your hair as the office doors opened behind you.

“Y/N!” your aunt gasped.

You pulled away, your eyes searching Dean’s for a moment before you turned and looked over your shoulder at your aunt, who looked positively scandalized. Your brain was still processing the kiss—the very good kiss, it helpfully reminded you—but thankfully, Dean’s processing time was shorter than yours. He slid his hand into yours and stood, forcing you to step away from him.

“We’re so sorry,” he apologized, but you could hear the smile in his voice. “We got a little caught up. Y/N was telling me about how much she used to love this room as a kid, and then I wanted to see it, and we—” Dean gestured with his free hand and the shocked expression on your aunt’s face lessened slightly.

“Yes, she and Tom always did get along. I’m glad that you have such fond memories here,” your aunt replied, casting a glance your way. You smiled nervously and tried not to think about how sweaty your palm was against Dean’s, or how his lips had felt so good against yours.

“Well,” Aunt Cindy continued, clapping her hands together, “if you two are… done… We’re serving up more drinks in the dining room. There’s coffee, if you want it.”

“We love coffee,” Dean answered. He squeezed your hand as your aunt left, then looked back at you. “You okay?”

Swallowing hard, you nodded and tried not to look as dumbstruck as you felt. “Me? Oh yeah. I’m great. Never better.”

Dean chuckled and tugged on your hand till you walked with him. “I could get used to this,” he said.

“Used to what?” you asked.

“This. Us. You.” He lifted your joined hands for emphasis. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it before.”

“About what? Dating me?”

“You say that like it’s surprising,” Dean replied. He stepped out of the way of some children running past, pulling you up against him so you were out of the way. Your breath caught in your throat when you felt the way his arms wrapped around you so easily, like he’d been holding you for years now.

“It’s—” You stopped and shook your head, stepping away from Dean when the coast was clear.

“It’s what, Y/N?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just figured you’d go for someone more like the girls who work in PR,” you said after a second.

The corners of Dean’s lips turned down slightly. “Why wouldn’t I go for you? You’re the most beautiful girl on the whole floor, and I knew from the second you helped me beat Sam you first game night that I wanted you.”

“Really?” you laughed. “Dean, that was like, two years ago.”

“I know. We were playing Clue and you were one of the most competitive people I’d ever met. You still are.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “I can’t believe you still remember that. Besides, I’m pretty sure we only won because you told Sam and Charlie to go easy on “the cute girl from work”... Yeah, don’t think I didn’t hear that little conversation when I got up to go to the bathroom”

Dean rubbed the back of his neck, his ears turning red when he realized you’d caught him. “That’s what you remember?” he asked.

Still smiling, you took his hand and laced your fingers together, leading him the rest of the way to the dining room. Your aunt had set out mugs and glasses across the table and you laughed a little when Dean made a beeline for the coffee.

“He’s a nice guy.” You jumped in surprise, turning around to find Aunt Cindy standing close by. “He hasn’t tried to hit on any of your cousins yet.”

“Yet?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It was a compliment, Y/N, don’t be so—”

“It wasn’t a compliment and we both know it,” you huffed, not wanting to hear whatever else she had to say. “Thanks for inviting me, Aunt Cindy, but I think Dean and I are gonna head out.”

“So soon?” she asked.

You gave her a tight smile. “We have other plans today. Dean!” You turned on your heel, heading towards your “boyfriend”.

“Everything okay?” he asked, seeing the frustration on your face when you got closer. He was holding your uncle’s old coffee mug and you took it from him, setting it on the table.

“We’re leaving. We have to get to your brother’s party, remember?”

Dean nodded, immediately recognizing the phrase from your conversation earlier. He’d agreed to leave, no questions asked, should you mention going to Sam’s party, and in this moment, you were more than thankful. No one had to know that Sam was currently a two hour flight away.

“Right, I forgot,” he said. Dean smiled politely at the man he’d been starting to talk with, then let you lead him out of the dining room and to the door.

Your aunt was waiting with your coats. “I’m so sorry you have to leave so early!” she cried. You could tell she was putting on the works for Dean’s sake, and you realized after glancing at him that he could tell too.

“I don’t think my mom would be too happy if she didn’t get to meet Y/N before lunch,” Dean said good-naturedly. “Thanks for having us.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. And if you wanna come over without Y/N, we’d love to have just you. It would be nice to get to know you more…” You held back a gag when she laid her hand on Dean’s arm.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Dean replied, and your heart stopped in your chest. Your aunt was staring at him, clearly about to comment on his rude answer, but he continued, “You treat Y/N like she’s dirt, but she’s worthy of more than I can give her. I’m lucky to have her, and you’re lucky that there’s some so amazing in your life. Y/N works hard at her job, loves her friends more than anything, and values family so much that she comes to your breakfast every year, regardless of how much you torture her or put her down.”

Your aunt stared at Dean, speechless, as did you. After a second, he slipped on his coat and took your hand. “You ready?” he asked.

Nodding dumbly, you let Dean pull you behind him until the two of you were back in the rental car.

“Dean—”

“Before you say I shouldn’t have done that, let me say something—”

“That’s not what I was gonna say,” you interrupted, smiling a little. “I was just gonna say thank you.”

Dean nodded, his hands on the steering wheel. “You deserve it. Someone’s gotta tell them how great you are, since they clearly don’t see what I see.”

You ducked your head, your cheeks warm. “Dean… After this…”

“If you just wanna go back to being friends, we can make it work, Y/N. Game Night’s always been open to you and it always will be,” Dean said.

“And what if I don’t wanna go back to being friends?” you asked, risking a glance at him. He was smiling, and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered at his boyish grin.

“Well, then I guess we’ll have some ‘splainin to do.”

You laughed, shaking your head at him as he started the car and pulled out of the driveway. “Dean Winchester, did you just quote I Love Lucy?”

“Maybe, but if you try and tell anybody, I’ll deny it.”

Grinning, you sat back in the seat and watched as Dean drove back to the hotel. When you passed a movie theater, you sat up and pointed out the window.

“Wait, Dean! Let’s go see a movie!” you cried.

“On Christmas?” he asked, glancing over at you before merging into the turn lane.

“It’ll be emptier than normal, and we can see that new movie you’ve been wanting to see…”

Dean’s grin matched yours as he pulled into the parking lot and parked the car. “Deal. I’ll get the tickets, you get the snacks?”

“Deal.”

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aesthetics tag!!

tagged by @flowerbeom 💞💞 (thank you kat!! hope you’ve been doing alright 🥰)

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

tagging: anyone who wants to do this HAHA (im so late oops)

soft

dark academia

edgy

seventies

preppy casual

cinanamon - steph

jaesmintea - dia

naptimetea - helena

jeonginks

scxrlettwxtches

hyunsracha - sav!

lveletters

dnceracha - sydni

bamshine - sae

jjinyounf - cres

flowerbeom - kat

sxfterhearts - rach

#tag game #gtkm!#this was sooo fun i am so late but yea :")

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oh-styles · 5 years ago

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I need... I need to know more about Harry and SAAF at AM party I’m really about to cry in this nightclub PLLLLLEASE THEY ARE SO CUTE. but they also would be so horny you know those pics of him getting to the party leaving the car? That was after a quickie bet

Listen, this is a really iconic night for them. They hadn’t seen each other in a month, and during that month apart, they established that once they were back in the same country, they’d like to try out dating and see where that lead. She thought she still had a month until he was back in Los Angeles, until he texted her if she wanted to attend the Another Man launch party with him in London.

“London?... Harry, I can’t afford that tick—”

“Don’t bother. Save your money.”

“I’m sorry—I do want to go, but I just can’t—”

“No—I’m buying your ticket. You don’t have to worry about it. Just want you there.”

“I have nothing to wear—like my best shirt has a fucking ketchup stain on it.”

“I’ll buy you something nice—stop making up excuses and live a little.”

Live a little. It’s easy for him to say that when he’s not the one balancing two jobs just to make it through school.

In the end, he bought her her ticket, and a dress, and Lou – for hair and makeup, of course.

She flew out Wednesday night, and would be arriving back Sunday evening, just in time for Monday morning classes. When she arrived in London on that Thursday morning, Harry took it upon himself to have his assistant pick her up at the airport, and take her directly to Lou. And from there, Lou took her to the best shops in London, determined to find the perfect gown.

Once acquired, and bought on Harry’s card, SAAF spent the afternoon with Lou at her flat. This would also be the night that she meet Gemma for the first time, and that itself made SAAF’s stomach twist. She and Harry weren’t even formally dating yet, but she knew that Gemma was aware of the infatuation her brother had on her, and the last thing she wanted was her disapproval.

Later that night, Lou would drop her off at Harry’s house, a few minutes before Gemma was scheduled to arrive.

“There’s going to be tons of cameras… and it’ll be a little overwhelming… and also, you’re going to walk in with Gemma and Michal.”

“Who’s—”

“Her boyfriend. Nice lad. Tall lad.”

She realized on her own, a few years later, what this little choice did for her safety.

“You’ll be walking in a little after me, but I’ll be waiting for you inside, okay?” He squeezed her knee. “I’m glad you came.”

It had been nearly a month to the day that she last saw him, and those memories were both very prevalent in their minds. She wasn’t sure how much alone time she would be getting with him that night, but he promised her otherwise.

“You look beautiful, by the way.” And just like that, there was a knock at his door. “Okay, remember… Keep your hands to yourself, missy. Gotta be on your best behavior.”

Most of the party was spent by Gemma’s side as Harry walked the floor, greeting members of the magazine staff. In this time, she learned that Gemma is actually nice. Like most older siblings, she is a little weary of who her brother decides to bring into his life, but, “I’ve only ever heard good things.”

It was during the after party that she finally got to spend some time with Harry, which mostly involved alcohol and the dance floor. Harry had the look in his eye that screamed, “I’m going to regret this,” but he just happy that none of the alcohol SAAF consumed was revisited later that night. Hell, most of you would assume they would have fucked at some point that night, but they didn’t. When they got back to his place, they both went straight to bed and passed out. Sex didn’t even cross their mind at that point. Earlier in the night, yes. They both planned on it happening, but SAAF was jetlagged, drunk, and already sleep before they reached his driveway.

So, carry her inside, he did.

She woke up in his bed, adorned in one of his old t-shirts, and beside her laid Harry, nude.

Turns out, he quite likes to sleep in the nude; he just never did it around her since…well, they weren’t dating, and that would be rude and very off-putting. She thought about reaching her hand under the sheet, giving him a nice morning wakeup call, but instead, snuggled in close to him, like all the times before.

It was now Friday, and they had the weekend for themselves before he was due back in the studio, and she had a degree to finish up.

#saaf series #harry styles imagine

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szopenhauer · 4 years ago

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What shirt you’re wearing now? my old Mickey tee Last video you watched on yt?

youtube

I’ve felt like on drugs watching it <3

Who is the tallest person you know and how tall are they? my ex classmate Z.B. is but no idea how tall exactly, I’ve been “dating” him in pre-school which is even more funny when you know that me and N.A. were the shortest kids (and still are petite adults) What are you listening to? Natural by Imagine dragons

How do you get songs out of your head? listen smth else or wait for it to pass? Have you seen all the High School Musicals? I don’t think so, I know I’ve watched at least one because my sister forced me to but I hate musicals and Zac buffoon is no good Do you dress appropriately for your age? no What song reminds you of summer? many Do you like your neighbors? nah Has a bird ever flown into your window? chimney, don’t worry, it survived Do you have nicknames that are longer than your actual name? sorta, could say so

What did you do today? visited gastrologist Do you like to sleep a lot? kinda, would say so Have you ever been in a class that you thought you were too smart for? oh well... Who was the last person you apologized to? my gf because I wasn’t able to write back as I wasn’t feeling well and was a little busy Would you ever get a pet tarantula? nope, I’m not scared of it but feeding spiders is gross and also my current partner has a phobia so no point of getting a pet like this Do you charge your cell phone every day? yeah Do you use tumblr? <I dislike ppl who say “what’s tumblr” as a response to questions like this because those surveys weren’t made in here so chill> Don’t you hate when people stare at you? ugh... Do you have a secret you’ve never told anyone? I do not Are you Jewish? I am not Does anyone copy the things you do? some ppl used to and yet been bullying me for what I was doing - stupid Is your dad still alive? luckily

Are you OCD about anything? you either have ocd or not, you can be obsessed about smth but then it’s not a disease, I might have this mental problem but it’s more likely just my BPD

What breed of dog are you the most similar to? pug? Is anyone madly in love with you? hmm...

Are you over-protective of anyone? possibly ^^” Would you say cancer rates are on the rise? it seems Do you have a good memory? it’s complicated How do you normally pose in photos? not... normally XD Are you looking forward to tomorrow? knowing that my sis won’t come? more than I did an hour before, sorry not sorry Will you hug anyone tomorrow? my parents obviously Could you name all 50 states off of the top of your head? no way When was the last time you were scared? always, more or less What’s your favorite song by Rihanna? Bitch better have my money - dunno why Do you have a pretty eye color? it’s fine in my opinion What’s your favorite Mel Gibson movie? despite him being an ass irl I was a huge fan of his old movies Do you ever put ketchup on your cereal? umm... what? hmm... Do you hate the person who last texted you? we’re in a relationship Do you ever wear plaid? at times Where are your parents at the moment? dad’s working and mom’s asleep Are you procrastinating as we speak? drying my hair, drinking water, responding to my father’s text and going to sleep Do people ever make you smile stupidly at the computer? yup Do you take painkillers? nope

Have you ever hugged someone you didn’t know? for example - there were those women in heart costumes on valentine’s day who were giving away lollipops and they hugged me Do you think God actually exists? I believe so Who did you last give a piggyback ride to? to J.N. and P.N. brother D.N. Did you know that a banana is actually a herb? wtf Do you like little random facts like that? love Who was your favorite Beatle? Paul What’s the ugliest trend you’ve ever seen? can’t choose only one

Do you say ‘legit’? nah

Have you ever solved a Rubik’s Cube? tried, failed, gave up

Who do you think is the easiest to talk to? my dad and @jonasz-cat Would you ever date a friend’s ex? hell no Do you think Ke$ha is good or no? I don’t listen to her music Are you talking to anyone right now? online

Where did your last hug take place? home

What did your last text message say? jest akuratny :)

which of these prints did you last wear: animal print, striped, checkered, plaid, floral print, polka-dotted, argyle, or houndstooth? floral print (and plaid)

out of you and your friends, who is the pickiest eater? ME

is your room cleaner now than it was a week ago? mhm :3

who was the last person you picked up at the airport? -

What’s your favorite color of shoe? it doesn’t matter much

Do you post music on your facebook? yup What do you think about people who don’t have facebook? they should unless they’re old Would you rather go to school or have a job? job gives money so... Take pics with phone or actual camera? depends If you could paint your bedroom walls any color what would it be? I wanna a vintage wallpaper tho Chocolate or vanilla ice cream? vanilla Camping or going to the mall? mall Swimming or Hiking? hiking Do you collect stickers? I got ‘em as gifts for my scrapbook and didn’t use Stuffed animal, flowers or chocolates? stuffed animal Pizza or pasta? pizza Italian or Mexican food? italian Do you walk around barefoot in your house? ewww, yuk Do you have a ring on your ring finger? not rn What band shirt would you wear? my fav bands of course What band shirt would you not wear? guess... What do you think about cigars? remind me of Aquarius from my book

Pencils; Mechanical or Traditional? traditional

Does it weird you out when people much younger than you, hit on you? creepy Is there anyone you know is into you right now? :D Do you tend to want what you can’t have? I want health What are you most confident about, physically? pfft What are you most self-conscious about, physically? my skin Have you ever felt trapped in a relationship? sigh...

Is it wicked hard for you to sleep when its hot in your room? it’s harder

Do you ever think people are just saying dramatic things to get attention? there are human beings who act this way

Are you easily offended? I’m sensitive but not the worst?

Is most of your email spam? D: 99,99%

Do you laugh at the expense of others? when they “deserve” it

do you have any bruises? on my knee which is weird as I barely ever get any and I didn’t hurt myself lately would you consider yourself a drama queen? to some extent when you were little did your mom ever sing to you? from what I remember ever feel like you don’t belong? because that’s true does your printer need ink? black

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1soos · 4 years ago

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tagged by @1of1orbit

i tag: no one. i have no friends on here anymore lkdsjf

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

soft

dark academia

edgy

seventies

preppy casual

cinanamon - steph

jaesmintea - dia

naptimetea - helena

jeonginks

scxrlettwxtches

hyunsracha - sav!

lveletters

dnceracha - sydni

bamshine - sae

1of1orbit - nes

1soos - kirby

#please if you want to do this let me know and i will tag you #tag games #this really did take me so long #about me

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shesawriter39049 · 5 years ago

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|FAMILY TIES| M| MAFIA AU| 4|

SNEAK PEEK #2 1.1 K

Soo you've gotten 3k of the chapter between the two(It will be around 13 all together so there’s still a lot in between lol )

GENRE:SMUT/ ANGST

AU SUMMARY : A powerful alliance made up of of 4 families spanning over a decade, is suddenly turned on its head when one family has a new leader after an unexpected death. Well let’s just say he’s not down to follow the somewhat civilized rules your families have inforced. Sooo now, it’s game on…

LOCATION: Shanghai Pudong International Airport 11PM Wednesday night

You were out like a light, not even bothering to wake you until, the cargo plane had also landed, it was pushing almost 11pm at this point. Waking up to the feeling of someone slipping your shirt over your head, in combination with the sound of thunder rumbling against the plane. Eyes slightly hazy as they fluttered open slowly….

“It’s pouring and barley 50 degeress, you’d freeze in that…” Gaze dropping down to silently observe the way he delicately slid your body into your oh so subtle Gucci tracksuit. “Eww when did you get so sappy!” The playful tease rolled off your lips and against his tongue, not hesitating to let his hand make a firm imprint on your ass. Holding it in place so you felt the sting against your flesh, forever reminding you how instant his duality could be.

A whimper slipped past your tongue while he smiked into the kiss, “Who the fuck are you calling sappy?” a low growl left his lips, as he sunk his teeth into your bottom lip, before shifting your body beanthe him, flipping you over so you were straddling his waist. Lazy kisses and sweet nothings were brushed against each others lips as you waited to unload the jet. Jet lag was in full affect that’s for damn sure ,this was NOT a smooth ride at all.

It felt surreal yet so natural..the two of you..not holding your breath with how long it would last, well aware that you both had a lot on your shoulders right now. Emotions are at an all time high so you tried not to over analyze the affection he was giving you, no matter how much you loved it.

Upon stepping off the plane you were greeted by almost terrifyingly dark skies , I swear mother nature tries to drop hints….she tries. Thankfully the mood was brightened slightly by Lay’s deadly dimples noticeable even tucked under a hat making his rounds as he greeted you all one by one. While you all loaded a little car comparable to an oversized golf cart where he drove you all a little further down the lane where the freight plane landed.

“Okay so I need a favor, I need every box counted and marked,as you guys load each one nto the truck I want them loaded in numerical order…tonight!” Smiling up at him doe eyed, his body just slumped at the sound of that. It was wet and cold, and late as all hell, due to the weather they probably weren’t even going to unload until the morning! But he'd never question, or complain about anything you requested of him. Shooting you another charming smile before bowing out, to instruct his men to do as you asked.

It took close to an hour to get through every box, stregicially placing them based on weight, size, and if any of them were marked as “Fragile “ The seven of you waited in anticipation, as they loaded the last 3 boxes into the trailer.

“54!” You heard Lay's voice echoed through the wind...A combination of relief and confusion now danced through the atmosphere.

‘Does this mean I could actually, possibly leave China for once without killing someone!? ’ Hoseok spoke up for the first time since waking up voice sitting extremely groggy.

A drowsy chuckle filled the space as you all stood under the awning of the building to avoid the rain. Back pressed firmly against Tae for extra warmth, as you all started walking towards the terminals. According to Lay’s packing sheet the driver left with 60 boxes...he claims they took six so, so far his “robbery”stories kinda lining up...

“I don't know man, I just still don’t get how they got away with six freight boxes before he noticed...has the driver’s plane landed?” Taehyung’s eyes cut over to Jin, as he checked the airports stats on his phone.

‘Nope, the rain has him delayed , at least another hour or so…”

It was getting late and none of you had the patience to wait for him, also not wanting to ambush the driver, wanting to weight until you’d collected a little more info.

“How about this, instead of him taking the semi home, and coming back in the morning for the trailer, have Lay take him home...just makeup some bullshit excuse. I want Hoseok to drive it in, tomorrow morning instead . Tell the driver he can come in at 8 with all the other shop workers…” Jin nodded, walking over to give Lay the new game plan, before descending into the chaos that was the airport.

As you lot trucked through, believe it or not it was still packed..regardless of the fact it was pushing midnight. The line for Customs & Immigrations was ungodly and the 7 of you definitely drew attention, some stairs lingered longer than others. Taehyung and yourself were strategically placed between the other 5 men, purposely shielding you from view. Yet the presentation felt natural, it didn't appear like a barricade to the naked eye, if you didn't know any better you’d just think you were walking in a group.

A good hour, and lack of patience later you were the last to get verified, you understood enough Chiness to gist that everything documentation wise was all good. Just as the smiling face in front of you handed back your passport a member of TSA steps into frame.

Almost snatching your passport right out of your hand “Rude…” Slipped past your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head without even a second thought.

You could hear him mumbling something in Chiness to the other TSA the almost sounded like “Back room”

“Ms. Sever-”

“Severiane’ ” Tone dry as all hell, you could tell he was struggling and you weren’t in the mood, already annoyed by this blatant attitude.

“Yes’ we need you to step out of line, and follow me..” First thing you noticed was how clear his accent was, as he spoke to you in English with no hesitation.

“For what!?” The words slipped past all of there lips simultaneously before you even had time to rebuttal, completely ignoring the men to your right as they chimed in. The lack of response clearly wasn’t working in your favor as both guards stepped from behind the counter,and just like clock work, Taehyung and Namjoon were at your side as the men started to invade your personal space.

Both of there faces screamed “Back the fuck up..now!”

“I’m only going to ask you one more time, as long as you cooperate this won’t take long..”

You could feel Tae’s grip on your waist get tighter, pulling you into his frame as he locked eyes with the guard in front of you. If looks could kill, this man's head would be on the other side of the airport right now . You swore you could almost hear Taehyung’s teeth grinding together his jaw was clenched so tightly,

“Yeah, okay, ,whatever…not like my bags and passport didn't already clear your system but sure..lead the way” Flagging your hand to gesture you were ready to go, nothing subtle about the attitude that dripped from your lips

As you went to walk off, the grip Tae held on the back of your joggers never faltered jerking you back into him. “I got this…” Brushed past your lips and you swore he growled in response, forgetting how possessive this man could get. His eyes cut from yours and over to gentleman to your right before nodding tentatively.

Smiling faintly in Namjoon’s direction as well, knowing he was feeling all the same emotions as Taehyung! Wigging out of his hold, fingertips gracing yours until the last possible second, the final glare that shoot from their eyes into the Tsa was lethal….

Walking down a long hallway before finally being led to a room in the back corner.

Upon taking a seat the gentleman that walked you in left without saying a single word….

“That’s a beautiful plane you guys have…” Another extremely clear American accent graced through the doors as a different agent walked in to take a seat in front of you. His name tag translating to “Han”.

“Thank you…”

“So what brings you to Shanghai at this time of night…”

You could tell he was just beating around the bush and you really had no patience for it whatsoever “I didn't plan to get here this late, but it’s a long flight and the weather sucks..” Shrugging nonchalantly as you crossed your legs, slouching back in your seat.

“Is it your first time here?”

Just shaking your head “no” in response, the utter lack of enthusiasm earned a chuckle from the gentleman in front of you.

“Ohhhkay..and what brings you here this time?”

“Food..shopping...aesthetically pleasing pics for my Instagram..shall I continue…” Crass nothing but crass…

“So your telling me you flew 16 hours to shop, eat and take pictures?” Brow arched at the implied question triggering a smirk to crawl up your face.

“Clearly you can tell I can afford it” Letting your hand trail up and down your body everything from your tracksuit, to the diamonds that danced along your body screamed affluent. “So yes, that is why I’m here..and if all you wanted was my itinerary can I go?”

“No, I actually called you in because when your bag got checked.. We noticed your weapon wasn’t stored properly. But instead of just taking it, I decided to be nice and give you a warning,I even brought a pamphlet for the proper protocol when traveling with a concealed weapon.

Bullshit, utter bullshit, there was nothing wrong with your gun and if it was it would've gotten flagged when they checked your bag…They don’t play around when it comes to weapons registered or not!

“Hmm, well aren't you a gem, thank you, I’ll be more careful next time..” Flashing him an Oscar worthy smile ...to go with his bullshit excuse for why he called you in here

“Anytime, make sure it’s secured when you leave though, we won’t be as generous next time…” Slowly rising from his seat, just nodding in response.

“Enjoy Shanghai Ms. Sunjata…” You felt your spine go ridigit at the sound of that, completely readjusting in your seat. Footsteps rattled behind you, as you heard the door shut. Trying to run through any scenario in your head, that could explain why you were 99.99 percent sure this TSA agent just referred to you by your original surname!

That was all the conformation he needed...silently observing the obvious shift in body language..

And just like clock work you realized he wasn’t actually leaving, the door was never closed when he came in to begin with….

Soooo like….Ya’ll ready for part 4 or Nah? Lol lemme know whatcha think…This is the last sneak peek no promises but I’m thinking Next week it should be up! It’s almost done.....

Love you as always..

Rocki

#taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung mafia #taehyung mafia au #kim taehyung #kim taehyung smut #taehyung au #kim taehyung mafia #kim taehyung mafia au #bts #bts au #nts mafia au #bts smut #kpop au #kpop mafia au #taehyung fanfic

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badstoriesaboutgoodpeople · 6 years ago

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Finally Mine

SO this turned into a full blown fic and I definitely didn’t expect it to. Thank you SO MUCH to the anon that sent this in it was so much fun to write! I went totally overboard and I really hope you like it. I’ll write the other request I got tomorrow because it’s 1 AM and I need to sleep eventually.

Word count: 2,726

Warnings: mentions of a break up and cheating, smut, bit of swearing

The breakup seemingly came out of nowhere. You’d been dating Mat Barzal for almost a year, and everything was going well until all of a sudden it wasn’t. Mat grew distant and you tried to tell yourself it was just stress, and once the Islanders clinched their spot in the playoffs he’d be able to take a breath and return to his usual self. That didn’t happen. One night you were sitting on the couch after a frustrating away stretch waiting for Mat to come home. You heard the door slam and cringed, knowing he’d be angry. He walked into the living room and blurted out that he’d cheated on you. He announced that he’d get his stuff and leave in the morning, and turned on his heel before you could even get a word in. You weren’t exactly shocked, but that didn’t stop you from feeling sadness burning in your chest and beginning to spread throughout your body. Your eyes began to water but you willed yourself not to cry, you’d promised yourself you would never cry over a boy. You felt the sadness morphing into something more, into unadulterated anger. Since when did he think he could just waltz in here and tell you he’d cheated on you with no explanation, no apology, nothing? He didn't even wait for your reaction, was too much of a coward to hear what you had to say to him. You hadn’t truly begun to process what happened, but you numbly turned the volume up on the tv, and stared at the screen until you fell asleep.

A few weeks later, once Mat was well and truly out of your life, you decided enough was enough. You needed to get out of the house. You got dressed up, put on your tightest dress, one that Mat would never let you wear, and hit one of the many clubs in your area. You also decided to post a picture on Instagram, a mirror selfie of you from the side, back ever so slightly arched. You did everything you wanted to do while you were with Mat but were never allowed to do. You noticed while in the back of the Uber Pierre Luc Dubois had liked your most recent post. You recognized the name, you’d seen him like a few of your posts before. You found yourself scrolling through his page, and you had to admit we was definitely attractive. You liked a few of his photos, and put your phone away as you pulled up to the club. You thought nothing of it until the next morning when you woke up, a slight headache forming at the base of your skull. You didn’t get wasted the night before, but you definitely had more than a few drinks. You checked instagram and saw you had one new DM. It was PL, and he’d simply said “Hey, couldn’t help but notice you deleted your pics w Mat, did something happen?” You smirked, clearly he spent quite a bit of time scrolling through your page if he noticed those photos were gone. You knew PL and Mat knew each other, you’d heard Mat talk about him occasionally, so it wasn’t totally outlandish that he would be scrolling through your page every now and then. You decided to respond him, he was in Columbus anyway, what could possibly come of it? “Yeah we broke up, he walked in one day and told me he cheated, then left before I could say anything” you typed in response, before getting up to go get some Advil and a glass of water. He’d already responded by the time you came back to bed, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness. “What a shithead, I’m here if you wanna talk about it.” You smiled to yourself, and even though you barely knew this boy there was something that was drawing you to him. “I’m starting to get over it, we grew so distant the last few weeks it doesn’t feel a whole lot different without him :( I would however like to get to know you, I’ve seen you liking my posts :p”. He started typing almost instantly. “What can I say, a pretty girl like you deserves attention.” You felt your face heat up slightly at that, allowing yourself to enjoy the flattery without looking too deeply into it and wondering whether or not it was all just for a quick fuck the next time he was in the city. You two talked for the rest of the day, getting to know each other. You gave him your number and the discussion moved to iMessage.

You talked for weeks, everything from goofy selfies on Snapchat to late night Skype calls that lasted hours. You felt like you’d known Luc for longer than a month and a half, your conversations always flowing seamlessly, as if you’d been friends for years. It hadn’t taken for your conversations to begin to turn sexual, but you certainly weren’t complaining. It had all started because you’d continued to post revealing photos on your Instagram and VSCO, the kind Mat always yelled at you for, but you loved. You were confident and you wanted to show your body off, and saw no harm in doing so. Luc had liked the photo, and quickly sent you a shirtless selfie, a slight flush decorating his muscular chest. The caption had said something about how incredible you looked, and how hot and bothered he was for you. You’d sent him some others you’d taken, a lace bodysuit and tight skirt decorating your body. You were rewarded with a photo of him, the outline of his dick showing through the material of his sweatpants. You sent a photo of just yourself in just the bodysuit, and he eventually sent a photo of his abs, now covered in his cum and his dick, just beginning to soften. He was impressive to say the least, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get off to the thought of him fucking you and send him a video of you moaning his name.

One day, Luc texted you in the middle of the week asking if you had plans for the weekend. Once you told him you didn’t he disappeared for a bit, before texting you half an hour later. He had sent you info for a flight to Vancouver. You’d mentioned it one day in a conversation, saying you’d always wanted to see the city and go to a game there. He explained they’d be there a day early and asked if you wanted to fly out for the weekend and meet him. You immediately accepted his offer, thrilled to finally have a chance to be with him in person. Before you knew it you were on your way to the airport on Friday morning, and soon enough you were in Vancouver. You spent the day wandering through the city after checking into the hotel Luc had booked for you and refused to let you pay for. You visited all of the most popular spots, and ate a delicious dinner before returning to the hotel for the night. You sent Luc a snap, a selfie of you wearing nothing but a lacy bralette, thanking him for everything. He replied with a selfie as well, saying “The pleasure is all mine, baby”. You talked for a while before he had to go to bed, the time difference combined with an early flight for him tomorrow meaning it was still fairly early for you. Before he left he asked “Can I come to your hotel once we land? I have something for you.” You responded with a yes, and gave him your room number. You decided to watch Netflix for a bit before you too went to sleep. The next morning you awoke to a text letting you know Luc’s flight had just left. You decided you would just hang out in the hotel until he got there, not wanting to leave when you looked outside and were greeted with the sight of grey skies and rain. You showered and did your hair, throwing on a t-shirt and jeans and a bit of makeup, wanting to look presentable for the first time you met Luc. Soon enough you heard your phone buzzing, seeing a text from Luc letting you know they had landed and that he had just left the airport, and was gonna drop his stuff off at their hotel before he made his way to yours. You texted him a thumbs up, before attempting to distract yourself on your phone. You felt excitement buzzing in your chest, eager to finally have Luc in your arms. It was about an hour before you heard the gentle knock on your door. You opened it and couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face when you saw him. He stepped into your room and shut the door behind him, and dropped the bag he was holding on the floor before wrapping you in his arms.

“Hi,” he said simply, your face pressed into his neck.

“Hi,” you responded, before moving to kiss him, something you’d wanted for so long. It was everything you’d waited for, his lips soft against yours. The kiss quickly grew heated, and it wasn’t long until Luc was reaching for the zipper of his jeans.

“God please, Y/N, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, tone not far from begging. You’d told him one night how much you liked getting on your knees for someone, but you didn’t know it had this much of an effect on him. You sank down without a word, hands moving to help him pull his jeans down a bit. His boxers soon followed, bunched over his thick thighs along with his jeans. You didn’t hesitate to press a gentle kiss to his tip, before gently running your tongue over it. Luc’s hands quickly found their way to your hair, and he let out a groan as you took him further into your mouth. You brought a hand up to stroke what wasn’t in your mouth and looked up through your lashes to see Luc’s face flushed and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. As you started to build a steady rhythm, Luc couldn’t help but let out small sighs and grunts, especially when you took him as far into your mouth as you could.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so good at this, can’t believe I finally get to do this,” he choked out. You hummed around him, and he bucked his hips lightly at the vibrations. He went to pull away and apologize, but before he could you shook your head, a silent signal that you were fine. It wasn’t too much longer until he was coming down your throat, letting out a low moan he had tried to contain by burying his face into the crook of his arm. You watched as his knees threatened to give out, and felt his grip tighten in your hair, gently pulling you off when the overstimulation became unpleasant. He looked down on you with a look you could only describe as awe on his face. He stared at you for a second until he was able to speak again.

“Please, let me return the favour. Fuck, I have to thank you for that.” You wanted to say he didn’t owe you anything, that he had brought you to Vancouver and that he didn’t need to repay you, but then again who were you to turn down whatever he was offering. You stood up, and his lips were quickly on yours again. He guided you towards the bed in the middle of the room, and sat you on the edge of it. He gripped the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head before undoing your jeans and sliding them down your legs along with your underwear. He dropped to his knees and your stomach dropped when you realized what he meant by returning the favour. It had come up in conversation one night and you’d mentioned that Mat rarely ate you out. Luc seemed scandalized by this information, claiming that that was completely unfair. You never thought much of it, but now that Luc was kissing up the inside of one of your thighs you realized just how badly you wanted it. His beard scratched against your skin, and he sucked marks into the sensitive skin where they’d be easily hidden. Once he finally turned his attention to where you wanted him most, you were practically dripping for him. He started slow, placing a kiss to your clit before running his tongue through your slit, moaning quietly to himself.

“God, you taste delicious.” You couldn’t answer because he had moved to focus on your clit again, and all that left your mouth was a startled moan. He was eager to please you, and his calm and precise movements quickly grew sloppy as he started to bring you closer to the edge. He’d slipped two fingers into you at some point, and that combined with his skilled tongue had you seeing stars. He easily made you come all over his face, your legs shaking slightly. You bit down on one of your knuckles in an attempt to stop the noises that threatened to pour out of your mouth as he drew out your orgasm as much as he could, but you still cried out his name. You whimpered when he moved away from you and he offered an apologetic look. He slid his fingers out of you and brought them to him mouth to lick clean, savouring the taste of you. He stood up and placed a kiss to your forehead, before explaining that he had to go. His phone had apparently been ringing for the past five minutes, but you’d been too far gone to notice it buzzing in his pocket. He had to go meet the guys for dinner, but he made you promise to meet you somewhere after the game tomorrow. You remained on the bed as he fixed his jeans and his hair, which was a mess after you had spent the past little while running your fingers through it and giving it a gentle tug every now and then. He placed the bag he had brought on the bed beside you and placed one more kiss on your lips before he let himself out You mustered the energy to put some pajama pants on, and you returned to the bed to see what he had brought you. It was a jersey, with his name and number on it. You gripped the navy blue fabric tightly, admiring the 18 on the back, excited for Luc to see you in it. Mat had never given you one of his jerseys, always finding excuses when you asked him about it. You texted Luc to thank him, and he responded with, “Any time. Can’t wait to see you in in ;)”.

You walked into Rogers Arena the next night barely able to contain your excitement. You found your seat, and decided to go down to the ice for warm ups. You watched the team skate out, doing their usual drills and stretches. You caught Luc’s eye and offered him a small smile. He mouthed “nice jersey” at you and you merely winked in return. The game was amazing to say the least. Columbus won 5-0, and you’d been able to watch Luc break his scoring drought in person. He;d texted you to meet him by his car that night, and you both skipped the team’s celebration in favor of heading back to your hotel. You wasted no time as Luc wanted to be back before everyone else. He fucked you with your jersey still on, admiring his name across your back.

“You look great in my jersey,” he commented as he got dressed, looking at you fondly while he buttoned his shirt.

“I’ll make sure to wear it when you play the Isles Tuesday. Maybe you should come to my apartment after the game?” “I’d love to, if you promise you’ll be wearing that and nothing else when I get there.” “Sounds like a plan to me.”

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