#what do you MEAN i cant breathe. if you were inside a double bass i GUARANTEE you you still could breathe.

[doctorwhoisadhd]

also ruby you are full of SHIT "i can't breathe" YOU'RE IN A DOUBLE BASS. THE ENTIRE INSTRUMENT IS HOLLOW. YOU CAN STICK YOUR FINGERS THROUGH THE F HOLES. THOSE THINGS ARE NOT AIR TIGHT.

[heartbreakgrill]

That Smile; Luke Hemmings, Pt. 4

description: in which songwriting is over, but there’s still lyrics left to be written.

a/n: FINISHED SERIES

You glared at the wall across from you, fist clenched in your lap, teeth grinding together. The bass bounced from wall to wall in the studio, in tune with your fast-beating heart. You resisted the urge to scream, to curse the world, to quit your job and move to western France with all ties cut to anyone you ever knew.

Especially him. His stupid face was grinning at the carpet, skinny jeaned legs crossed over one another boot clad foot bouncing in the air. His hair was ruffled, messy from running his hands through it time and again, pushed behind his ears by a pen on his left side. Those stupidly gorgeous blue eyes were trained on the floor, too, almost nervous to meet anyone’s eyes.

They wrote a song without you- well, Luke wrote it, he even composed all of the instruments. Then, while you were working with another client for a grudging week, they recorded it. Now, they were playing it for you with proud shoulders, like, “Look! We can do it without you!”

This was your last week together. After a little over six months of bonding, partying, drinking, falling, and, yes, songwriting, it was coming to an end. You had never grown so close to a set of clients before, and you were terrified at how much it was going to hurt, saying goodbye. You hadn’t spoken to Luke since the week prior to your absence. You texted in the group chat about a few ideas, spoke to Calum both on the phone and in real life, and had even gone on a double date with Michael, Crystal, and a god-awful redhead. Ashtons girlfriend had taken friendly to you after a few mores parties, so youd even seen her for lunch and shopping with Crystal a few times.

But, he just wouldn’t speak to you.

You didn’t know why. You racked your brain for reasons and answers, afraid to even ask the questions. He averted his gaze when you looked his way, shrugged off your compliments on his outfit or lyrics, hadnt even liked your latest Instagram post. You were craving for his attention, pushing up at the universe which was destroying your year.

Two heartbreaks, and it had only been six fucking months.

Calum, who was sitting next to you- of course- tapped his fingers against your wrist to get your attention. You looked away from Luke, who looked back at you. He was disappointed to see you staring at Calum, a small smile lifting the corner of your lips. You murmured something, Calum smiled, and you looked back to Luke.

He went to look away, but simply couldn’t. He was avoiding your pretty face because he wanted to get detached before he had to say goodbye entirely. He knew you guys could hang out, and you were planning to come to Ash’s next weekend, but it wouldn’t be like it had been weeks before he got your confession. Plus, he was going home to Australia for a month or two, before the album was released, tour started, so his heart could mend.

He loved you, and you loved somebody else.

“So?” Ashton spun around in the studio’s chair, cheeks pudgy with a smile, “What do you think?”

You looked away from Luke, “Oh, it was really good. Really...good. What’re you gonna call it?”

Luke felt brave energy on the tip of his tongue. “Why wont you love you,” he said, directly into your gaze.

You furrowed your brows, your head tilting involuntarily. “Wh-“

“Yeah, we think were done now. That was the last song were gonna have on the record.” Michael interrupted without even meaning to.

“So today is your last day?” Your breath hitched, eyes already bleary with goodbyes.

Calum slung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, “Yeah. It is.”

You leaned into him without even meaning to, but Luke noticed. His bravery turned to venom, dripping off his frowning lips when he stood, headed for the door, and said, “Better get to confessing, Y/N.”

You stared at his empty seat, cheeks pink with embarrassment and sadness. Calum’s eyes screwed up with confusion, “What?”

Ashton and Michael looked towards you as you bent at the waist, cradled your torso. Calum got a better hold on you, hugging you as you began to cry. Ashton joined him on the other side, sitting on the arm of the couch. He rubbed your back, pushing hair out of your face.

Michael spoke, “What does he mean by confessing?”

“God,” you wiped at your cheeks, “God, I’m sorry.”

“What?” Ashton inquired.

You sat up a little bit because your chest hurt so badly, “I lied to Luke and told him I was in love with Calum because I love Luke and I didn’t want to make things weird. It was after my boyfriend broke up with me, so I was scared, and tired and my heart hurt so bad. And now Ill never see him again because he’s going back to Australia. And he didn’t even tell me that! He told Calum! Calum told me, and I feel stupid.”

Calum chuckled, sharing a knowing look with Michael, “Y/N, you dont have to apologize for defending yourself. You deserve the right to.”

“Yeah, its just human nature. Plus, I’m not sure it would make things weird,” Michael pursed his lips with quirked brows.

You looked up, “What?”

“Y/N, are you still scared?” Ashton playfully pinched your arm, smiling down at you when your eyes flickered to his.

“Tired?” Calum squeezed you in his arm.

“N-no, I’m just sad,” you admitted and pushed your hair back behind your ears.

Calum helped pull you from the couch, Michael gathered your things into your bag, and Ashton handed you Luke’s abandoned hoodie. Calum spoke as it happened, “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to freak you out or scare you, but his plane leaves in six hours. Ill send you his address-“

“I did you one better; Its in your Google maps,” Michael grinned like a child when your head popped out of Luke’s sweater, which Calum had pulled over your head.

You looked to Calum, confused, “Its raining, dont want you to be cold.”

“Get to his place, Y/N, drive safely, but drive quickly. Get there and tell him before its too late,” Ashton hugged you tightly.

Michael did, too, and, finally, Calum squeezed you in his arms. “Go, on, then.”

You hesitantly stepped towards the door, a small smile meeting your eyes, “Yeah?”

They nodded before you turned on your heel, taking off like a bat out of hell.

As you drove, it all began to make sense. The song he wrote, the way he looked you in the eyes and told you what it was called. The way he held you after you got sick, the way he looked at you when you were with Calum. The longing in his eyes when he saw you leaving the studio, at parties when you were dancing. He’d dance with a few times, but when youd get too close, he would linger away, deflated, defeated, and alone.

The way he smiled at you.

-

When you arrived, the rain slowed to a drizzle. Your name was still on the guards checklist, and he pointed you towards Luke’s house with ease. You quickly texted Calum you were there before turning off the car and abandoning your phone on the passenger seat. You jogged to his front door, stopped with your fisted hand against it.

Your eyes shut, rain falling from your eyelashes and hairline like tears. With three rasps on the door with your knuckles, you stepped back. The door hesitantly opened- he must have seen you in the peep hole. His eyes racked your body, almost smiling when he saw his damp hoodie clinging to your frame, before he met your eyes.

“Y/N, I’m sorr-“

“No, okay?” You stopped him with your hands and voice, “Just, no. Don’t speak, just let me get this out, okay? Luke, I am sorry for lying to you. I dont love Calum, unless you count as a friend. He is an amazing guy, but, Luke, he’s not you.”

Lukes eyes widened, their familiar blue color shining down at you.

“I have denied my feelings for so long because I am so afraid of you. You are tall, and so sweet, and insanely talented. And you look like fucking Aphrodite. You’ve been with so many pretty girls, so many talented, pretty girls who just- I dont look like them. Plus, I was scared because I was broken up with and, even though I’d lost feelings, it just hurts knowing someone doesnt want you anymore. I-I, dont know, I think I was just holding myself back because. There’s no reason, just because. I know I’m not a size 0 and I know I’m crazy loud and I get drunk sometimes and I can be kinda annoying, but, Luke, I never want you to sing Why Won’t You Love Me? and think of me. I want you to sing Valentine and Better Man and just think of me.”

Luke stepped forward, enveloped your hips in his hands. You pressed yourself against his chest before he responded, “Those size 0 girls just aren’t you, either, Y/N. They’re not loud or crazy or, yeah, even annoying. They dont make my heart leap when they sing or my fucking head spin when they laugh or look at me. You make me smile so much more than they could. Fuck fear, Y/N, just let go and give into it. There’s nothing to be worried about because I will be there to catch you, okay? I cant just think about when singing those songs, though. Y/N, you are in my head all damn day, it’s fucking grueling because I just want to hold you in my arms and kiss you all the damn time.”

“Then do it.”

When he pulled away from you, eyes screwed shut in overwhelming joy and satisfaction, that damn smile was grazing his lips. You kissed it off of him, clutching at his shoulders before your hands moved around to the buttons on his shirt.

“Gonna invite me in?” You whispered against his lips, squealing when he lifted you in the air and pulled you inside.

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[byunsboyz]

Jamais Vu - Part Two

Exo Fanfiction

Baekhyun x Female Reader

Warnings: none? 

Genre: Fluff/Angst

W/C: 3507

Part One Part Three

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You watch as Baekhyun turns away from your front door and disappears inside the next apartment.

No way.

*Slam*

Shit.

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Later that night you lie wide awake. 

Replaying the interaction over and over in your head.

Each time making you want to sink further into a hole of shame. 

Guess it’s time to become a recluse? 

You groan out loud as you roll over and try to shake all thoughts of Byun Baekhyun from your mind.

You nose fills with the smell of fresh cotton and magnolia that seeps out of your sheets from the movement. 

“Byun Baekhyun is that you? It’s y/n from university! Wow, what are the chances….” 

All the things you should have said verbalising in your mind when its already too late.

He would have realised and you both would have laughed and reminisced but no!

You knocked him over, stole his groceries and invaded his personal space.

Your chest feels tight with regret and embarrassment. 

You can’t even remember the last time you were left speechless, probably because you stopped letting your guard down a long time ago. 

You clutch your pillow against your face and let out the frustrated yell that you’ve been holding in all evening. 

The next morning you make sure to leave your apartment early. 

The main reason being that it’s your first day in a new department and you want to get into work to set up early and talk to the Director of Corporate Accounting, Mr Do regarding the accounts you’ll be managing.

You also want to have a quick check-in with Jaehyun to make sure he has everything he needs in place to start managing your old team. 

But NOT because you’re planning on avoiding Baekhyun until your lease runs out. 

Because that would be ridiculous...

“You’re being ridiculous!” 

You sigh, as you friend Aria scolds you on your lunch break.

“I don’t know what you mean” you huff, stuffing a tuna maki roll into your mouth.

Aria has been your best friend since you joined Kim & Partners almost six years ago. 

You often grab lunch at the small ramen restaurant around the corner from your company.

You both started at the same time and hit it off during your induction week.

Aria worked in the IT systems department and helped develop and manage aspects of the different software systems used at the company. 

You were utterly clueless and would often be on the phone to the support desk because you’d managed to crash or break something that should be impossible. 

Aria knew of Baekhyun, you had drunkenly ranted to her about him a few years back triggered by him leaving you a dry happy birthday message on your SNS page. 

You’d told her everything. About how you met, how close you’d been and how you’d felt about him at college.

You remember the tears hitting around the point you explained the last couple of years he had faded away.

“I know that he never could never have known how I felt, but-like” you had paused to down another shot, “...he still should have cared about me in some capacity right?”.

“Then delete him, he’s not worth it” she had soothed, rubbing your back.

You probably sounded so desperate but truthfully you felt abandoned.

You swallow down the uncomfortable memory with a sip of water as you continue to justify yourself.

“It’s not even like we really know each other anymore. Maybe HE’S avoiding ME”. You point your chopsticks at her accusingly. 

Aria raises her eyebrow at your words, accompanied by a glare. 

“Stop it! You’ll make the ramen taste bad!” you gasp, shielding your bowl.

She scoffs at your dramatics. “You live next to each other, it’s not like you can avoid him forever”. 

You look up from your bowl, a glint of determination in your eye.

“Challenged accepted”. 

“Stubborn ass”.

“Says the Sagittarius!” you shoot back.

When you get back from lunch, you head straight to see your new manager.

“I’m back Mr Do, are you ready to go over the client files?”. 

“Please don’t call me Mr Do, that’s my father’s name,” he sighs, looking up from his Laptop. “I’m not that much older than you, call me Kyungsoo”.

He grabs a stack of papers and files from his desk and walks around to plonk them onto yours opposite. 

“Are you sure it’s fine for me to invade your office?” you ask, flipping through the first document.

You were surprised to learn that you were sharing the office with the department director. 

The rest of your colleagues were sat open-plan adjacent to the office. 

You snort loudly.

“You can tell your background is auditing” you add, admiring the uniform presentation of each set of financial accounts. 

“Is it that obvious?”

His voice sounds closer than you expect. He’s still leaning against the edge of your desk as he looks over the file in your hand, a slight smirk on his heart-shaped lips. 

It’s not common to come across such a good looking accountant. A far cry from the crusty old white men you’re accustomed to working with.

Well, Jaehyun is handsome but you only see him as a younger colleague.

Kyungsoo, on the other hand. With his deep whiskey brown eyes and short black hair, complimenting to the warm hues of his skin. Is just plain hot.

His shirt sleeves are rolled up past his elbows and you can’t help but take notice of the tone in his forearms that cross over his chest. His voice snaps you out of the slight trance you’ve fallen into. 

“...and yes, it’d make sense to share the same space since we’re going to manage the biggest clients together. Did Mr Kim not explain that this is a promotion,” 

You nod in understanding and he steps back to his desk, looking up once last time with warm assuring smile. “Let’s work hard together”.

Then his attention is back to his laptop, his expression full of concentration.

The rhythmic tapping of his calculator and keyboard filling the room as soft background noise.

You cant help but smile as you look back down towards the files in front of you, a new feeling of determination ignited. 

Working with Kyungsoo for the rest of the day makes you forget about the previous day’s events.

That’s until you step into the lobby of your apartment building and instantly feel anxious at the sight of the elevator. 

You don’t fancy another run in with Baekhyun, so you opt for the stairwell.

You trudge up the stairs until you reach the top floor. Catching your breath as you stand on your tiptoes to peek out of the small glass window that looks out towards your hallway.  

The coast is clear so you make a stealthy dash past Baekhyun’s apartment into your own. 

Aria is right, you this is childish but you don’t want to deal with any awkwardness or confrontation. 

You leave early again the next morning, work late into the evening and take the stairs. Doing the same the next day. And the day after that. 

Most people don’t talk to their neighbours anyway. You’ve lived plenty of places and hardly interacted with the people in your building.

Maybe this was your new normal. 

The weekend is here before you know it. 

You open your eyes groggily. The last thing you remember was reading through some files that you brought home with you yesterday to make notes.

You blame your passing out on the two glasses of chardonnay you had to accompany the reading. 

There’s an ache in your thighs and knees that you attribute to the number of stairs you’ve climbed recently. 

Perhaps this will count towards your yearly cardio. 

You snort at the thought as you rub your eyes. Stretching your arms above your head as you try to loosen the stiffness of sleep from your body. 

Faint jazz music plays in the distance, drifting through the wall you share with Baekhyun's apartment. 

You close your eyes and listen, a soft piano and guitar medley you think?  The double bass thumping along like a gentle heartbeat. 

A feeling of melancholy washes over you causing you to sigh so you force yourself to get up and take a shower. 

Feeling more awake you decide now is the right time to sneak out of your apartment and grab some groceries while it’s still early.

A few hours later than you expected you return to your building, a bag full of groceries clutched in one arm and a couple of extra bags from an impromptu retail binge. 

You couldn't help yourself when you walked past your favourite clothing store Privé and spotted this beautiful pastel blue off-shoulder skater dress.

It literally called out for you to purchase and before you knew it you were also picking up a few new makeup and skincare items to indulge in for the rest of the day. 

‘I don’t splurge often… I work super hard and I deserve this!” you reason with yourself, grimacing as the total of your purchases flash across the cashier screen.

There's always a pang of slight guilt that accompanies any shopping high. The accountant aspect of you scolding your more impulsive side. 

You don’t dwell much on it as you approach the end of the hallway and find yourself contemplating a new dilemma. 

Haul everything up the stairs or risk the elevator. Realistically you’re carrying way too much so the only logical option is taking the elevator. 

It’ll be fine you assure yourself as you step onto the elevator, pushing the button for the top floor. 

Just as the elevator doors are almost closed a hand shoots through the gap and you yelp in surprise.

“Didn’t you hear me calling out to hold the eleva-!” gasps Baekhyun as he shoves his body through the door gap. 

His words cut short as his eyes land on you. 

Your stomach twists into a knot, tightening your grip on the grocery bags as you step to the side to create more space between you.

“I didn’t hear you...s-sorry” you manage to stutter out, trying your best to keep your voice even and eyes straight ahead.

You catch your image in the mirror of the elevator, your hair looking slightly windswept from the outside. 

A sudden conscious sensation of being watched sends a shiver down your spine and you feel your eyes being drawn to the figure reflected next to your own.

Baekhyun is staring, directly at you. His head turned towards you and lips slightly agape.

As if he’s about to say something. 

You internally plead with the elevator to move faster and as though it’s heard your thoughts, you feel the soft judder beneath your feet as it comes to a halt.

When the door spring open, you walk straight for your apartment. Not daring to look behind you.

Your hand trembles as you rapidly punch in your lock code and push open the door, stepping into your apartment and using your foot to kick the door shut behind you.

The door thumps, obstructed by something and you place the items on your counter thinking that your umbrella stand has probably fallen over.

Instead, when you turn around Baekhyun is standing in your doorway. His arm stretching out to hold your front door open.

“Are you avoiding me?”.

You freeze, feeling yourself flinch at his words. Caught off guard by the sudden accusation.

“No why would you-”. 

“Aw come on Y/N! you can’t even look me in the eye right now.” He cuts you off, his tone exasperated. 

“Who are you to suddenly act as if you know me?” You spit back without thinking. 

A tinge of heat rises to your cheeks. Annoyed with yourself for biting back so easily.

Baekhyun's expression softens. 

He lets his arm drop from the door and shoves both hands into the pockets of his jacket. 

“Look. I’m sorry.” 

“Wha-why?” 

“For yelling at you the other day...for the last couple of years?” he winces at his own words. 

“In my defence, you knocked me over” He looks at you like a kicked puppy, “and your hair is much longer now.”

He’s apologising?

“I don’t know what to say” your thoughts spilling directly from your mouth. 

You feel overwhelmed, unable to pint point exactly how you feel. 

Angry. Relieved. Happy?

You hear a half sigh, half laugh from Baekhyun.

“Hi?” He offers.

“Hey...” you reply weakly. 

You both stand there, for what feels like a while.

“Can we start ove-,” you begin, words cutting short as Baekhyun blurts out the same.

You laugh this time.  

“Please.” he adds.  

You note that his hands are now resting at his sides, a sure sign he’s also feeling less on edge. 

You feel ridiculous for even remembering that.

“Good...well. I’m glad” you agree. 

Not knowing what else to say. 

“Yeah, me too,” he continues. “So we’re finally neighbours.”

“Uh-huh” you nod. 

“Awesome” 

You cross your arms over your chest. “So what brought you to move here?” you ask.

“Work, new job!” 

“Congrats”

“Thanks…” He rocks back on his heel. One hand returning to his pocket. “What about you?”

“Huh?... Oh, the same”.

You cringe at the dry turn of the conversation. 

Is it appropriate to ask him to leave?

“So-uh, yeah. I guess I'll be seeing you around?” You opt for something subtle.

He seems to understand, his eyes widening slightly as he quickly steps back from the threshold.

“Ye-yes of course! Catch up soon?” 

You're not sure if he’s asking you or telling you, so you just offer him a weak nod as he closes your door behind him. 

You hold your breath, straining your ears for the sound of his door closing. 

The moment you’re sure Baekhyun is back inside his apartment you jump straight on the phone to Aria. 

Words of confusion spilling from your mouth as you fill her in on what’s happened.

“What does this mean!?” you whisper/shout over the line.

“How am I supposed to know?” she deadpans, always the most sympathetic. “What do you want?”

“What?” 

You flop onto your couch dramatically.  

“Like, do you want to be his friend again. Address your feelings and issues and rebuild a relationship or just keep things in the past and remain as you are?”.

“I...I don’t know. I’ve spent so much time avoiding him I didn’t even consider anything like that”.

You hear her sigh on the other end. “So think about it carefully, you were really upset last time” 

You respond with a groan.“I know”. 

“Do you want me to text Key and we can all meet up, get some drinks and debate this further. You know he’s always opinionated on things like that.”

“Tempting, but I have to work on some client files and think this over for myself...” you pause, suddenly realising something. “Wait, Key knows?”.

“Yah, I’ve been texting him this whole time.”

You press two fingers against your temple, feeling a headache coming. “Thanks mate.”

Kim Kibum, Key as he prefers; is your other best friend.

You met at a night school you’d attended a few years back, after sitting next to each other by chance on the first day. 

You would meet up at the weekends for joint study sessions, usually followed up with a few drinks and sharing mutual complaints about the difficulties and stress of working and studying at the same time. 

You’d introduced him to Aria and the rest was history. 

You usually meet up together once a month, sometimes hanging out with his roommates Minho and Taemin. 

“Tell Key I’ll text him later, rain check on the drinks. Maybe next weekend...uh-huh, ok. Text you later.” 

You end the call, looking up at the ceiling. 

Chest feeling heavy as you try to put your thoughts towards Baekhyun into one place.

Was this a friendship worth salvaging. You were close past tense, but also people grew and changed. 

He wasn’t the only friend you grew apart from so why did it sting so much when you did?

It’s not like you were still in love with him or anything, or that you were waiting for him all this time.

It’s not a romantic comedy. (Even if you do enjoy watching them).

You feel cursed in the relationship department anyway, the last ending terribly with your ex cheating on you with someone you considered to be a friend. 

Remaining single is currently a choice. Aria and Key constantly threaten to drag you to some speed dating event but you refuse. 

The rest of the weekend goes by peacefully, you meet Key for coffee Sunday afternoon for a change of pace from looking over client files and cleaning your bathroom.

“I think...,” you start, taking an extra-long sip of your iced latte “It would be nice to be friends again”.

“We were friends?” Key looks up from his phone, a smirk on his lips. 

You smack his arm playfully. “You know what I mean!”. 

“So you’re not planning any love confessions this time?”.

You grimace, “I was eighteen! It was a crush...now I’m a grown-ass lady who knows she’s going to die alone with seventeen dogs”. 

“Hmmm, well if you don’t want him, I’ll have him” 

You choke on your coffee.

“How do you know he’s not an ugly ass?”

He holds his phone up to you. 

“Because SNS is a wonderful thing darling”. 

You gasp, snatching the phone out of Key’s hand. Baekhyun's profile photo staring back at you.

It looks like he’s on a beach somewhere. 

His hair a light shade of blonde, wearing a tight fit shirt which only emphasises the broadness of his shoulders.

He’s grinning cheekily at whoever is taking the photo and you feel the corners of your lips tugging upwards in response. 

You don’t think it’s the sun that brightens the picture.

A hand suddenly waves in front of your face. “Earth to lover girl!” Key calls out, removing his phone from your hand. 

“Stop stalking Baekhyun.” you huff. 

“Fine fine fine” he deadpans. “but only if you add him yourself”. 

“How do you know we aren’t already friends?”

He looks up at you with a raised brow. Ah yeah he’s already checked. 

You chew on the bottom of your lip nervously as you press send on the friendship request. 

Pangs of guilt emerging over the fact you had even deleted him in the first place 

But you needed to back then, it used to hurt to look at him. 

Monday morning as your leaving your apartment your surprised to see Baekhyun leaving his apartment at the same time. 

He looks you up and down curiously.

“Morning” He smiles, “this is a bit late for you?” his tone slightly teasing.

He’s not wrong, you’re back to leaving your usual time. 

“or maybe you’re early” you respond, mimicking his tone. 

He laughs and shakes his head. “No, I leave this time every day”. 

He falls into step as you head towards the elevator. 

“I started working in a new department last week so I went in early to try and adjust faster.” 

Wait. Why are you justifying yourself to him? 

“So you’re a big fancy accountant now?” he asks, smiling as you wait for him to step onto the elevator before you push the button for the ground floor. 

“And you a fancy architect?” you offer, he laughs and nods in agreement. 

The rest of the elevator ride is in silence, but this time you're not itching to escape. 

Baekhyun hums randomly to himself as he fiddles around on his phone. 

*ping* 

You reach into your pocket searching for your phone at the sound of the notification tone.

‘Byun Baekhyun has accepted your friend request’.

You look up from your phone but he’s not looking. His expression serious as he continues to look down at his phone. 

Does he feel bad that you deleted him?

You step off the elevator and leave the building at the same time.

Keeping a half step ahead as you turn off towards the subway station.

In your peripheral you see that he’s turned in the opposite direction. 

Should you say goodbye, is it weird to wish him a good day? 

You start wondering as you walk further away from each other. 

“Kick some accounting ass!” Baekhyun suddenly calls out, making you spin around in surprise. 

You snort at his word choice.

“Architect the shit out of some buildings!” you call back. 

You’re rewarded with one of his loud melodic laughs and you catch yourself sighing dreamily.

Ah Shit.

[winterisakillerwrites]

Old Flames

Title: Old Flames

One Shot: 1/1

Character: Tom Hiddleston/Callie Williams (OFC)

Genre: smut/angst

Rating: Explicit

Summary: We’re drawn back into the flames when we both should have stayed away

Authors Notes/Warnings: This is loosely based on a Frank Turner song of the same name. This idea came to me today and I ran with it. There may be more at a future date. Thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for letting me throw this idea at you. And, yes, you get to post twice this week.

The first thing Callie Williams was consciously aware of was that there was a warm, solid form pressed tightly against her back. She blinked her eyes open, squinting in the sunlight bleeding in from the window. She turned slightly and felt the arm wrapped around her torso tighten. Damn. The thought passed sleepily through her mind. Please tell me I didn’t. She closed her eyes briefly in a silent prayer and turned her head enough to catch glimpse of the person behind her. Tousled auburn hair and the strong, straight nosed profile of a sleeping Tom Hiddleston greeted her. Damn. Damn. Double damn.

Of course he was in her bed. She bit back the groan the threatened to spill from her lips. She should have known this would happen. It always happened. Why she hadn’t turned tail and left the second she’d seen his handsome, smiling face last night she’d never know. Callie hadn’t planned on going to the club but it was her first free night in far too long and Julia and Gretchen had all but dragged her out the door. She’d missed them and missed the hustle and bustle of the city at night; missed getting dolled up and dancing to the wee hours of the morning. In all honesty it hadn’t taken much to convince her to go once they’d gotten her out of her small flat.

The club was packed as they weaved their way inside; Gretchen knew the owner and had been able to get them in ahead of the massive line of people out front. Callie could feel the bass line thrumming in her chest and closed her eyes revealing in the feeling. She’d been working too hard; far too many long nights and weekends. Tonight, here with her friends was, honestly just what she needed. Julia had disappeared to the bar once they’d found and secured a table, promising to return with drinks as soon as she was able. Callie tossed her bag onto the seat beside her and watched the mass of people dancing, losing themselves in the music and each other. Gretchen shouted something at her though she couldn’t hear the words over the crush of sound around them. Callie simply nodded and watched Gretchen disappear into the crowd.

Julia returned shortly thereafter drinks in hand and a smile on her face. Callie took hers gratefully, enjoying the burn of the alcohol as it slid down her throat. God, she needed this. Pleasantly warm and slightly unsteady on her feet, Callie made her way through the mass of people onto the dance floor and allowed herself to relax into the steady beat of the music. She moved her hips in time with the beat, hands raised above her head, eyes closed as she allowed the music to flow around and through her. She’d always loved dancing, losing herself to the music. It was a freeing feeling and one she’d desperately missed.

As the song changed her eyes opened, scanning the crowd around her. She blinked in momentary confusion as a familiar face came into her view. She felt her heart lurch in her chest. Of all the damned places he could possibly be, why here? Why now? She watched as his blue eyes widened in surprise, he’d obviously spotted her as well. As the lights flashed overhead, Callie turned away and hoped to lose herself in the music once more. Just because he was there didn’t mean she had to go anywhere near him. She could be strong.

Callie felt warm hands settle on her hips, pulling her back into a solid, masculine body. She didn’t have to look behind her to know who it was; she would know Tom’s touch anywhere. She shivered as she felt the brush of skin against hers as he moved her hair off her shoulder and his warm breath tickled against her neck. “Hello darling.”

She should push him away, should tell him in no uncertain terms that she didn’t want a thing to do with him. But his hands felt like heaven on her. Fighting against it was near on impossible. It always had been. From the moment they had met all those years ago there had been something magnetic and powerful between them. Friendship had only ever been a stepping stone and they’d quickly fallen into bed. It had lasted for nearly a month before life and circumstance had torn them apart. He couldn’t stay in one place and she couldn’t leave. He lived in the spotlight and that was something she’d never wanted. So they had parted ways though the flames between them had never fully died.

They’d seen each other a handful of times in the intervening years and each time had ended in exactly the same way; with them naked and writhing against one another. It didn’t seem to matter how they fought against it. Their chemistry had always been explosive, time and distance didn’t seem to make any sort of difference. And just the same, they’d part knowing they whatever they felt, it wouldn’t work between them. They were too different, wanted different things. And it never failed to break her heart.

Wordlessly, they danced together; lost in both the music and in each other. This was a terrible idea and Callie knew it well. But knowing it didn’t stop her from melting into his touch. She craned her neck as he placed warm, wet kisses against it. One hand held firm to her waist as the other slowly raked up and down her form, pulling her tighter against him. He ground his hips against the swell of her ass and she gasped as she felt the strain of his erection. He was pure sin and god she wanted him.

Callie didn’t fight as he pulled her towards the side door or when he ushered her into the car that was waiting there. She hadn’t blinked an eye as he rattled off her address to the driver. His lips crashed against hers, his hands tangling in her hair. His tongue traced her lips, asking for admittance which was gratefully granted. She lost herself in the feel of him against her, tasting the whiskey on his warm breath. Tom pulled her roughly onto his lap, holding her body tightly to his. Callie’s hands wandered down his torso, tracing the hard lines of his body before coming to rest on his hips. “Want you,” she breathed into his mouth as she ground her hips into his, needing the friction. Her body was a live wire beneath his hands and she wanted more; needed more.

They rutted against each other, a crude pantomime of the act she knew would follow once they arrived at hers. His fingers pianoed their way beneath the hem of her skirt and traced against the smooth skin of her inner thighs, pulling a breathy moan from her lips. Higher and higher they climbed, so close to where she needed them but never quite reaching. A hiss fell from her lips as the car slowed to a stop and Tom pushed her back from him, his blue eyes stormy and dark with lust.

“Soon,” he whispered as he reached over and opened the door. They both scrambled out of the car and up the stairs of her building. He pushed her roughly against the wall beside her front door, kissing first her lips then trailing down her cheek to her neck, sucking against the flesh he found there. Callie groaned at the sensations coursing through her. She needed more. The hazy part of her mind that was still capable of coherent thought shouted at her that they needed to get inside the flat and soon or he would very likely take her where they stood. Not that she would have complained. Though explaining that to the neighbors would be tricky and embarrassing.

Her hands planted firmly against his chest, Callie pushed with all her might and Tom took two stumbling steps backwards. Panting, she turned enough to pull her purse from her shoulder and root around helplessly inside for the keys. In her flustered state it took what felt like an age until her fingers found cool metal. She swallowed the yell of triumph that threatened to erupt from her, focusing instead on steadying her hands enough to get the key into the lock and open the door. She and Tom stumbled clumsily inside the darkened flat and she remembered at the last moment to kick the door closed behind them.

Their clothing was left trailing behind them as they stumbled down the darkened hall towards her bedroom. Tom lifted Callie in his arms, kissing her soundly before dropping her onto the unmade bed. His lips found her neck once more as his hands continued their decent down her body, tracing small circles over the swell of her lace covered breasts and her bare stomach. They traced the line of her navel once before running slowly over the top edge of her silk and lace knickers. She moaned appreciatively in his ear, needing more, her own hands running up and down the smooth skin of his back.

His fingers moved slowly below the waistband of her underwear, tracing against the small thatch of curls before dipping into the slick flesh beneath. Callie gasped, her hips canting into his hand as she worked to match the rhythm of his fingers. His thumb circled her clit lightly, exerting just enough pressure to pull another mewl from her lips but not enough to quench the fire he’d lit inside of her. He continued to kiss and suck at her neck as his fingers worked her higher and higher. “Please,” she cried, not sure if it was a plea for him to stop or to go faster. All she knew was that if he kept this pace she would surely lose what was left of her mind.

She heard and felt his chuckle against the sensitive skin of her neck as his fingers pumped faster in and out of her, his thumb rubbing against her clit with firmer, more deliberate strokes. Callie felt the coil in her belly tighten as she climbed higher and higher. His name fell from her lips in a strained whisper as the world around her contracted to a pinpoint before bursting into wave after wave of sensation and color. She felt his hands tracing the curve of her hips as she slowly came back to herself. Her head was swimming and she felt blissfully drunk with pleasure. “Hi,” she breathed, a soft smile spreading across her face. An echoing one spread slowly across his in response.

Tom’s lips found hers once more. The kiss was gentle but sure and his hips rocked soundly against hers, the subtle but sure promise of what was to come. She rocked back against him, needing the friction building between them. The need to feel him inside of her, filling her completely, was overwhelming. Her hands drifted from his shoulders, slowly down his back to settle on his hips. He was still in his trousers and that was something she needed to rectify and quickly.

He laughed against her lips and pulled back to help her with her task. Callie worked to loosen his belt, pulling both it and the button of his trousers open. She pulled the zipper down with care and working in tandem with Tom, helped to push them off his hips and down his legs. She noted with a smirk that he’d worn nothing beneath. Once he’d freed himself completely of the offending garment, Tom turned his attention back to her, his fingers once again resting on her hips before hooking into the waistband of her lacy underwear and deftly pulling them down her hips. Her bra quickly followed suit.

Callie moaned as she finally felt him against her, skin to skin. She’d almost forgotten how wonderful it felt to have him naked and willing between her thighs. He kissed her firmly on the mouth, his tongue pushing between her lips to explore the warmth of her as his hands tangled in her hair to hold her against him. She shivered against him and felt him shiver in turn. Slowly, his hands fell from her hair, traveling in feather light touches down her shoulders, her arms, and settling firmly on the swell of her hips. She spread her legs further and felt the heavy weight of his erection pressing against the warm skin of her thigh. So close.

He kissed her soundly once more. She gasped into the kiss as she felt the head of his erection push against her opening and heard the catch in his breath as he seated himself fully inside of her. His lips brushed against hers before pressing against her cheek and downwards to her neck. Callie lifted her hips, urging him to move. She needed him to move. He let out a hiss of air and rolled his hips into hers. A groan of delight fell from her lips as she canted her hips against his, slowly matching his rhythm.

Gasps and sighs filled the room. Her arms wrapped around his back, fingers digging into his shoulders as they raced towards completion. His hands in turn, rested firmly on her hips and she knew there would be bruises in the morning. She would cherish every one of them. He breathed her name and his hips snapped into hers, his rhythm faltering. He was close. His hand trailed between them, fingers rubbing her clit firmly. She let out a mewl of pleasure as she felt the familiar tightening in her belly once again. So close. God, she was so close. His fingers continuing their maddening pace. His rhythm sped then faltered and a long, low groan fell from his lips. She felt him spill inside of her as she crested over the edge.

Tom kissed her soundly before rolling onto his back and pulling her tightly against him. Their heavy breathing filled the darkened room. Callie rested her head against his chest, lulled by the strong and steady beat of his heart. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to leave the warmth and comfort of his arms; as fleeting as she knew it would be. Sleep pulled her slowly down into its seductive embrace.

Blinking herself back into the present, Callie rolled carefully from his strong embrace. Tom grumbled sleepily but did not wake. She padded quietly to the bathroom, pulling her robe from the back of the door and sliding into the chilly fabric. She finished quickly, washing her hands and heading back into the bedroom. She was surprised that he was still there, that he hadn’t snuck off in the middle of the night. It was uncharitable but it wasn’t as if he hadn’t done it before. Talking after these…encounters was painful and awkward at the best of times. There was still emotion between them, still a fiery passion, but all the impediments from before were there as well. They were still two different people who wanted two different things. As she watched him sleep she found herself hoping that maybe, just maybe this time it would be different.

Only time would tell.

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Old Flames

Title: Old Flames

One Shot: 1/1

Character: Tom Hiddleston/Callie Williams (OFC)

Genre: smut/angst

Rating: Explicit

Summary: We’re drawn back into the flames when we both should have stayed away

Authors Notes/Warnings: This is loosely based on a Frank Turner song of the same name. This idea came to me today and I ran with it. There may be more at a future date. Thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for letting me throw this idea at you. And, yes, you get to post twice this week.

Tag list: @tinchentitri @noplacelikehome77 @theheartofpenelope

The first thing Callie Williams was consciously aware of was that there was a warm, solid form pressed tightly against her back. She blinked her eyes open, squinting in the sunlight bleeding in from the window. She turned slightly and felt the arm wrapped around her torso tighten. Damn. The thought passed sleepily through her mind. Please tell me I didn’t. She closed her eyes briefly in a silent prayer and turned her head enough to catch glimpse of the person behind her. Tousled auburn hair and the strong, straight nosed profile of a sleeping Tom Hiddleston greeted her. Damn. Damn. Double damn.

Of course he was in her bed. She bit back the groan the threatened to spill from her lips. She should have known this would happen. It always happened. Why she hadn’t turned tail and left the second she’d seen his handsome, smiling face last night she’d never know. Callie hadn’t planned on going to the club but it was her first free night in far too long and Julia and Gretchen had all but dragged her out the door. She’d missed them and missed the hustle and bustle of the city at night; missed getting dolled up and dancing to the wee hours of the morning. In all honesty it hadn’t taken much to convince her to go once they’d gotten her out of her small flat.

The club was packed as they weaved their way inside; Gretchen knew the owner and had been able to get them in ahead of the massive line of people out front. Callie could feel the bass line thrumming in her chest and closed her eyes revealing in the feeling. She’d been working too hard; far too many long nights and weekends. Tonight, here with her friends was, honestly just what she needed. Julia had disappeared to the bar once they’d found and secured a table, promising to return with drinks as soon as she was able. Callie tossed her bag onto the seat beside her and watched the mass of people dancing, losing themselves in the music and each other. Gretchen shouted something at her though she couldn’t hear the words over the crush of sound around them. Callie simply nodded and watched Gretchen disappear into the crowd.

Julia returned shortly thereafter drinks in hand and a smile on her face. Callie took hers gratefully, enjoying the burn of the alcohol as it slid down her throat. God, she needed this. Pleasantly warm and slightly unsteady on her feet, Callie made her way through the mass of people onto the dance floor and allowed herself to relax into the steady beat of the music. She moved her hips in time with the beat, hands raised above her head, eyes closed as she allowed the music to flow around and through her. She’d always loved dancing, losing herself to the music. It was a freeing feeling and one she’d desperately missed.

As the song changed her eyes opened, scanning the crowd around her. She blinked in momentary confusion as a familiar face came into her view. She felt her heart lurch in her chest. Of all the damned places he could possibly be, why here? Why now? She watched as his blue eyes widened in surprise, he’d obviously spotted her as well. As the lights flashed overhead, Callie turned away and hoped to lose herself in the music once more. Just because he was there didn’t mean she had to go anywhere near him. She could be strong.

Callie felt warm hands settle on her hips, pulling her back into a solid, masculine body. She didn’t have to look behind her to know who it was; she would know Tom’s touch anywhere. She shivered as she felt the brush of skin against hers as he moved her hair off her shoulder and his warm breath tickled against her neck. “Hello darling.”

She should push him away, should tell him in no uncertain terms that she didn’t want a thing to do with him. But his hands felt like heaven on her. Fighting against it was near on impossible. It always had been. From the moment they had met all those years ago there had been something magnetic and powerful between them. Friendship had only ever been a stepping stone and they’d quickly fallen into bed. It had lasted for nearly a month before life and circumstance had torn them apart. He couldn’t stay in one place and she couldn’t leave. He lived in the spotlight and that was something she’d never wanted. So they had parted ways though the flames between them had never fully died.

They’d seen each other a handful of times in the intervening years and each time had ended in exactly the same way; with them naked and writhing against one another. It didn’t seem to matter how they fought against it. Their chemistry had always been explosive, time and distance didn’t seem to make any sort of difference. And just the same, they’d part knowing they whatever they felt, it wouldn’t work between them. They were too different, wanted different things. And it never failed to break her heart.

Wordlessly, they danced together; lost in both the music and in each other. This was a terrible idea and Callie knew it well. But knowing it didn’t stop her from melting into his touch. She craned her neck as he placed warm, wet kisses against it. One hand held firm to her waist as the other slowly raked up and down her form, pulling her tighter against him. He ground his hips against the swell of her ass and she gasped as she felt the strain of his erection. He was pure sin and god she wanted him.

Callie didn’t fight as he pulled her towards the side door or when he ushered her into the car that was waiting there. She hadn’t blinked an eye as he rattled off her address to the driver. His lips crashed against hers, his hands tangling in her hair. His tongue traced her lips, asking for admittance which was gratefully granted. She lost herself in the feel of him against her, tasting the whiskey on his warm breath. Tom pulled her roughly onto his lap, holding her body tightly to his. Callie’s hands wandered down his torso, tracing the hard lines of his body before coming to rest on his hips. “Want you,” she breathed into his mouth as she ground her hips into his, needing the friction. Her body was a live wire beneath his hands and she wanted more; needed more.

They rutted against each other, a crude pantomime of the act she knew would follow once they arrived at hers. His fingers pianoed their way beneath the hem of her skirt and traced against the smooth skin of her inner thighs, pulling a breathy moan from her lips. Higher and higher they climbed, so close to where she needed them but never quite reaching. A hiss fell from her lips as the car slowed to a stop and Tom pushed her back from him, his blue eyes stormy and dark with lust.

“Soon,” he whispered as he reached over and opened the door. They both scrambled out of the car and up the stairs of her building. He pushed her roughly against the wall beside her front door, kissing first her lips then trailing down her cheek to her neck, sucking against the flesh he found there. Callie groaned at the sensations coursing through her. She needed more. The hazy part of her mind that was still capable of coherent thought shouted at her that they needed to get inside the flat and soon or he would very likely take her where they stood. Not that she would have complained. Though explaining that to the neighbors would be tricky and embarrassing.

Her hands planted firmly against his chest, Callie pushed with all her might and Tom took two stumbling steps backwards. Panting, she turned enough to pull her purse from her shoulder and root around helplessly inside for the keys. In her flustered state it took what felt like an age until her fingers found cool metal. She swallowed the yell of triumph that threatened to erupt from her, focusing instead on steadying her hands enough to get the key into the lock and open the door. She and Tom stumbled clumsily inside the darkened flat and she remembered at the last moment to kick the door closed behind them.

Their clothing was left trailing behind them as they stumbled down the darkened hall towards her bedroom. Tom lifted Callie in his arms, kissing her soundly before dropping her onto the unmade bed. His lips found her neck once more as his hands continued their decent down her body, tracing small circles over the swell of her lace covered breasts and her bare stomach. They traced the line of her navel once before running slowly over the top edge of her silk and lace knickers. She moaned appreciatively in his ear, needing more, her own hands running up and down the smooth skin of his back.

His fingers moved slowly below the waistband of her underwear, tracing against the small thatch of curls before dipping into the slick flesh beneath. Callie gasped, her hips canting into his hand as she worked to match the rhythm of his fingers. His thumb circled her clit lightly, exerting just enough pressure to pull another mewl from her lips but not enough to quench the fire he’d lit inside of her. He continued to kiss and suck at her neck as his fingers worked her higher and higher. “Please,” she cried, not sure if it was a plea for him to stop or to go faster. All she knew was that if he kept this pace she would surely lose what was left of her mind.

She heard and felt his chuckle against the sensitive skin of her neck as his fingers pumped faster in and out of her, his thumb rubbing against her clit with firmer, more deliberate strokes. Callie felt the coil in her belly tighten as she climbed higher and higher. His name fell from her lips in a strained whisper as the world around her contracted to a pinpoint before bursting into wave after wave of sensation and color. She felt his hands tracing the curve of her hips as she slowly came back to herself. Her head was swimming and she felt blissfully drunk with pleasure. “Hi,” she breathed, a soft smile spreading across her face. An echoing one spread slowly across his in response.

Tom’s lips found hers once more. The kiss was gentle but sure and his hips rocked soundly against hers, the subtle but sure promise of what was to come. She rocked back against him, needing the friction building between them. The need to feel him inside of her, filling her completely, was overwhelming. Her hands drifted from his shoulders, slowly down his back to settle on his hips. He was still in his trousers and that was something she needed to rectify and quickly.

He laughed against her lips and pulled back to help her with her task. Callie worked to loosen his belt, pulling both it and the button of his trousers open. She pulled the zipper down with care and working in tandem with Tom, helped to push them off his hips and down his legs. She noted with a smirk that he’d worn nothing beneath. Once he’d freed himself completely of the offending garment, Tom turned his attention back to her, his fingers once again resting on her hips before hooking into the waistband of her lacy underwear and deftly pulling them down her hips. Her bra quickly followed suit.

Callie moaned as she finally felt him against her, skin to skin. She’d almost forgotten how wonderful it felt to have him naked and willing between her thighs. He kissed her firmly on the mouth, his tongue pushing between her lips to explore the warmth of her as his hands tangled in her hair to hold her against him. She shivered against him and felt him shiver in turn. Slowly, his hands fell from her hair, traveling in feather light touches down her shoulders, her arms, and settling firmly on the swell of her hips. She spread her legs further and felt the heavy weight of his erection pressing against the warm skin of her thigh. So close.

He kissed her soundly once more. She gasped into the kiss as she felt the head of his erection push against her opening and heard the catch in his breath as he seated himself fully inside of her. His lips brushed against hers before pressing against her cheek and downwards to her neck. Callie lifted her hips, urging him to move. She needed him to move. He let out a hiss of air and rolled his hips into hers. A groan of delight fell from her lips as she canted her hips against his, slowly matching his rhythm.

Gasps and sighs filled the room. Her arms wrapped around his back, fingers digging into his shoulders as they raced towards completion. His hands in turn, rested firmly on her hips and she knew there would be bruises in the morning. She would cherish every one of them. He breathed her name and his hips snapped into hers, his rhythm faltering. He was close. His hand trailed between them, fingers rubbing her clit firmly. She let out a mewl of pleasure as she felt the familiar tightening in her belly once again. So close. God, she was so close. His fingers continuing their maddening pace. His rhythm sped then faltered and a long, low groan fell from his lips. She felt him spill inside of her as she crested over the edge.

Tom kissed her soundly before rolling onto his back and pulling her tightly against him. Their heavy breathing filled the darkened room. Callie rested her head against his chest, lulled by the strong and steady beat of his heart. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to leave the warmth and comfort of his arms; as fleeting as she knew it would be. Sleep pulled her slowly down into its seductive embrace.

Blinking herself back into the present, Callie rolled carefully from his strong embrace. Tom grumbled sleepily but did not wake. She padded quietly to the bathroom, pulling her robe from the back of the door and sliding into the chilly fabric. She finished quickly, washing her hands and heading back into the bedroom. She was surprised that he was still there, that he hadn’t snuck off in the middle of the night. It was uncharitable but it wasn’t as if he hadn’t done it before. Talking after these…encounters was painful and awkward at the best of times. There was still emotion between them, still a fiery passion, but all the impediments from before were there as well. They were still two different people who wanted two different things. As she watched him sleep she found herself hoping that maybe, just maybe this time it would be different.

Only time would tell.