#I followed the whole thing earlier today and it was like running a fucking marathon istg

[nouverx]

Vox won the hottest Hazbin Hotel character poll on twitter against Lucifer in the final round and I can't stop thinking about it I love my pathetic TV Girl he deserves it

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #vox #my art #comic #autodesk sketchbook #digital art #I followed the whole thing earlier today and it was like running a fucking marathon istg #he stayed at 50/50 with Lucifer for so long and only went to 51 in the last 2 hours it was wild #my poor guy fought for his life out there #ALSO IT'S SO FUNNY HOW ALASTOR LOST AGAINST LUCI IN THE SECOND ROUND BUT VOX MANAGED TO BEAT LUCI???? WHAT??? #I'm not complaining ofc I love Vox but if Vox managed to do it why not Alastor aghjsagjjsab #anyways I love my tv girl

[gio-is-writing]

It’s currently 5 am and this idea came into my head outta nowhere so you know i HAD TO write it before it disappeared! I LOVE OKUYASU OK??? HE DESERVES ALL LOVE Hope you enjoy!!

Pairing: Nijimura Okuyasu x fem!Reader

Warnings: teen pregnancy, swearing, they’re high school seniors in this. fem! reader, okuyasu being dumb.

Teen Pregnancy

With raged breaths and sweat running down his forehead, Okuyasu kept running. His mind was racing but blank at the same time, he had a million thoughts but couldn’t think at all. His feet took him to the only place he could think at the moment and after feeling like running a marathon (even if it wasn’t that long) he was knocking at the door of his best friend’s house with urgency. He heard some footsteps from the other side and “I’m coming, jeez!” and when the door finally opened, he rushed in.

Josuke’s mom wasn’t home until a few hours, Okuyasu knew that much. So he stepped into the living room and started pacing around with a mortified expression. Josuke followed not long after closing the door, extremely concerned for his friend and how he was acting.

“What ha-?” poor guy was cut short.

“(Y/N)’s pregnant” complete silence.

“What?”

“I said (Y/N)’s pre-“

“What the FUCK do you mean she’s pregnant?!” the blue eyed screamed in complete shock.

Both teens red in the face but for very different reasons. While Okuyasu was red in embarrassment and wanted earth to swallow him whole, his best friend after staring wide eyed from shock he was quickly seething from anger, just from one sentence.

“Okuyasu what the fuck did you do?!” he demanded and explanation

“I didn’t think it would happen!” Okuyasu tried to defend himself to no avail

“Are you fucking stupid?!”

“I thought that was well stablished”

“That’s no excuse dumbass!” Josuke couldn’t believe his best friend right now “How do you know?”

“She told me she was late and decided to take a few tests” the teenager stumbled with his words “they all came positive!”

“You gotta be kidding!” throwing his hands in the air Josuke groaned “What will you do?”

“Well...” Okuyasu thought for a moment “I love her and I know I want to spend my life with her but a child? I don’t think we’re ready...”

“Of course not!” the owner of the house sat down on the sofa and sighed “when did she tell you? where is she?”

“Uhm, she told me today” Rubbing the back of his neck Okuyasu looked down at his feet “I kinda just ran from her house all the way here”

“And you left her alone?!” poor Joestar screamed again

“I panicked!”

“God you’re fucking stupid Okuyasu!” Josuke patience was running thin and he was trying his best to reason with Okuyasu “how could you leave her alone?! specially after she just told you she’s pregnant!”

“I really fucked up huh” another sigh left Okuyasu as he face palmed himself

“Listen Nijimura, if you really love her as much as you say you do, you’ll go back there and make it up to her. Just imagine how she must feel!” The teen was mortified, while he felt for his bro (Y/N) was his friend too “I’m sure you’ll come up with something but she needs you right now, she must be scared out of her mind thinking you just left her like that”

Okuyasu paled at that thought, he was so shocked by the news that he just rushed out without really thinking about anything else. Without another word he thanked Josuke and ran back outside and on his way back to her house.

Arriving he noticed how the porch was still empty meaning her parents weren’t home yet and she was most likely alone. He was quick to knock on the door with urgency and didn’t stop until he heard the lock of it moving.

On the other side stood (Y/N) with puffy red eyes, tears still running down her cheeks as her chest tried to get as much air as possible. Looking up at Okuyasu her eyes watered even more and she choked back a sob ‘he’s probably going to break up with me now’ she thought but Okuyasu wrapped his arms around her, resting his head over hers. He moved the both of them further into the house and closed the door behind, listening to her sobbing was heartbreaking and he couldn’t even phantom how she felt while he was gone.

“I’m so sorry Oku” she sniffled from his chest “I ruined our lives”

“Hey, look at me” Okuyasu pulled her from his chest and looked into her red eyes “It takes two to tango. You didn’t ruin our lives, we’ll work something out together”

“Together?” she sniffled and wiped a few tears from her cheeks

“Of course, you didn’t think I would leave you did you?”

“I mean...”

“Look, I panicked” he admitted regretfully “But I love you (Y/N) and we’re both in this together. I’ll do everything in my power to assure you’re safe and happy.”

“Thank you Okuyasu” she hugged him tight “I love you”

They stayed like that for a few minutes before they started talking about future plans. How they would tell her parents and what awaited for them after graduation.

A few weeks later they decided to tell (Y/N)’s parents and they reacted fairly well to the news, they weren’t exactly proud but they were happy that the couple had sorted things out. Okuyasu’s dad couldn’t say much but he really liked (Y/N), she was always sweet and offering a helping hand to him if his son was unavailable so his heart was happy that Okuyasu found a girl like her to settle down with (even if earlier than expected). Telling their friends was quite the thing. While Koichi and Yukako were completely shocked and mortified but they are happy for them as well offering their help whenever they needed. Mikitaka didn’t see why they were so mortified at first, wasn’t having babies normal for people on earth? They had to explain to him why it was much more than just having a child. Josuke after the whole ordeal with the first reveal was glad that Okuyasu decided to take responsability and be real smart, hugging (Y/N) and telling her that he wanted to be the godfather and if she ever needed someone to kick Okuyasu’s ass, ring him up.

(Y/N) and Okuyasu were in for a ride but if they were together, there was nothing to fear.

#i want to have okuyasu’s kids #jjba x reader #okuyasu x reader #okuyasu nijimura x reader #nijimura okuyasu #jojo part 4 #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jjba #okuyasu one shot #okuyasu imagine #okuyasu scenario #okuyasu hc #fem reader #female reader #teen pregnancy #pregnant reader #diamond is unbreakable #jojo’s bizarre adventure diamond is unbreakable #josuke higashikata #duwang gang

[vslattae]

ALL I COULD EVER WANT

ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴄ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ɪᴅᴏʟ...ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ɢʀᴏᴜᴘᴍᴀᴛᴇs ᴘᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ..

ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴠsʟᴀᴛᴛᴀᴇ

Paring: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: ( fluff omg...) taehyung being a softie again, the first L words, jk threatening tae (it’s a joke), taehyung introducing you to tanie :), shower stuff :p, oral (male receiving), light fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it plz),soft thrusts, and a lot of kissing :D

chapter 11. all i could ever want.

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Getting up earlier was a pain in your ass especially because minnie hated waking up. She was spoiled rotten, hated walking unless you gave her a treat, but overall she was a sweetheart being friendly with everyone.

Jumping into the shower at 7:45 AM, washing your hair and doing your routine. Getting dressed in a big white long sleeve shirt detailed with roses and flowers, paired with a pair of shorts and checkered vans and nike socks seeing as you and date weren’t the formal date attire kind of people. Minnie on the other hand her ears peppered in tiny red bows and the flower collar and leash your mom bought her.

About 10 minutes later Taehyung gives you the heads up he’s outside waiting for you to come out. bending down to talk to minnie she watches you with playful eyes and a wagging tail.

“okay minnie there’s a man outside, his name is taehyung he has a doggie too..his name is yeontan okay? I can trust you’ll be on your best behavior” you smile as she somewhat understands ushering you to the door while her tail wags furiously.

Stepping out of the apartment doors for your skin to meet the warm rays of the sun, taehyung is standing there bag in one hand and a tiny brown fluffy dog. His smile brightens as he watches you and minnie walk together her face smiling as she approaches yeontan with a sniff.

“Hi baby and hi minnie” he pecks you on the cheek while he bends down to softly pet minnie.

“Hi tae...and hi yeontan...oh my goodness your so cute just like your dad” you giggle taking taes arms to loop around yours as the four of you walk together...like a real family.

He tells you jokes and compliments you seeing as you both dressed almost the same, smiling the whole way as you walk through the park sprung up with patches of flowers.

“so mister pretty, what are we doing today?” you look up at him with a smile on your face admiring the soft curls that adored his face much like the color of tanie.

Pulling you closer to him he replied “ we’re having a picnic silly just like our first date.” you giggle watching your dogs walk side by side.

Taehyung was a little picky about picking the spot to roll the blanket out making sure there weren’t a lot of bugs and not a lot of sunshine...it had to be perfect. Once the magical spot was found watching kids play at the playground and you two munching on whatever taehyung brought.

“You should have told me to bring something baby..” you pouted minnie automatically whining at the face taehyung pulled on your face.

He chuckles “i’m sorry minnie...your moms a big baby” he pulls you in for a soft kiss, yeontans paws at minnies face when she lies down to enjoy the sunlight soaking it through her smooth curls, as she lays in your lap.

“Awe i’m sorry Tantan...she gets sleepy so easily just like me .” he whined crawling over to your side only inches away from your baby leaning against taes shoulder as he enjoys the day with you.

“this so far my favorite date...and i like tantan stole my heart” you push the small curls out of his face to gaze at his chocolate colored eyes.

Out of nowhere you hear you name being called by a squeak of a little kid no doubt. Looking up searching for the child that screamed your name it was none other than Felixs little niece Yoosung.

“shit..” you whisper tae automatically noticing the man that followed the child running up to you.

“i’ll play nice but he needs to go sooner than later.” he whispers kissing your cheek laying down to bask in the sunlight.

“ unnie y/n!” yoosung calls out.

“hi pretty look at you! you’ve gotten so big oh my” you giggle as she pets your head.

“i missed you..h-how come yo-you never co-come around anymore unnie?” she looks at you with sad eyes and it breaks your heart looking at the man behind her.

“things happened yoosungie...i missed you too i have but...unnie had to leave..” you smile at the child.

“hi y/n” felix looks at you when his heart drops..he knows he couldn’t tell her that her uncle cheated and that’s why y/n isn’t here anymore.

“who’s that unnie?” she points to taehyung with a giggle.

“oh this is my big baby taehyungie...” he smiles watching felix with perfected movements.

“is he your boyfriend too?” she rubs her hands over your leg staring at taehyung with a confused smile on why he kisses you like lix.

“Yoosungie...me and felix aren’t together anymore...he did something and that hurt me very bad...” she looks at you with shocked eyes as she slaps felixs leg.

“what did you do uncle lix?” she stares at him with a pout.

“we just grew apart” he lied promising himself he could never let her know the truth and everytime his eyes glanced at you it broke his heart.

“okay..i’m going to play on the swings unnie..i missed you and he better take c-care of you t-too” she points at tae with a sparkle in her eye.

Watching her run to the swings across the field..watching as felix turns away chasing after her doesnt really hurt you..your happy he’s gone and don’t have any nightmares about it since you hung out with taehyung.

Sitting there for a little while longer the time now 10:45 AM you pack it up taehyung inviting you over to hang out with the boys for a while. Nodding of course, you loved seeing those boys despite seeing them not even 72 hours ago. Walking hand in hand you had no worry in the world watching taehyung smile as the both of you and your babies prancing around back to his house.

Opening the door yoongi automatically knowing it was you he ran to the door picking up minnie and cradling her in his arms. She loved yoongi more than jungkook who ruffled her fur the way she didn’t like it. She was a picky dog, choosing her favorites out of the people that she met.

“y/ns here!” taehyung calls out as yoongi runs off with your dog into the living room where everyone is watching a movie. Haru of course hung around jin smiling as she sees you walk hand in hand with taehyung and a trailing yeontan right behind you two.

“y/n your doggg..is that minnie?” jimin walks downstairs as you nodded.

“oh my godddd she’s so cute” he shirked automatically minnie is yelling at the noise staying perched in yoongi lap.

That’s when you hear a weird noise stunting the house. “ what is that?” you question

leaving haru and the rest chuckling, Namjoon passed out next to j-hope in the other room.

“your brother brought a friend..” jin rolls his eyes.

Yeontan disappeared into the other room to perch on Jhopes face.

Time flies by as the movie marathon runs around. Looking at your phone it reads 8:30 PM knowing you weren’t gonna to go home and minnie successfully pasted out on yoongi a chest as he watches the tv with jimin.

“Can i shower in your bathroom?” you turn to whisper at tae and which he nods following you upstairs.

He pulls out a towel and a pair of his shorts and a shirt. Luckily he accidentally got a pair of your underwear in his laundry that was mixed in before you left the vacation 2 days ago.

The water that pours over your skin is cool..pawing your hands through your hair with taehyungs shampoo. Suddenly you feel the burst of cool air along the smooth hands of your boyfriend who got tired of waiting for you outside, watching your shadow of your perfect petite body through the blue shower curtain.

“hi” you giggle watching the water pour through his hair.

“hi pretty” he pecks your lips in a non seductive way until your arms twist around his neck as the water continues to pour in between you.

“he’s back again” he whines trailing his eyes down your body watching the suds pour over your breasts down to your core. the sight sends the image straight to his dick.

“see now your needy” you giggle carefully running your fingertips down his body to wrap your hand around the hardened length.

Groaning at the sight of you slowly making your way to your knees kissing the tip of his length watching him writher above you. As much as he loved the sight of you when he’s in between you legs he loved this view much more.

The way your lips fit perfectly nipping and licking all the right parts it’s like you know his dick like the back of your hand. His hand trailed over your wet hair letting your throat fuck his length, eyes rolling back everytime it hits the back of your throat sending a groan of your name that falls out of his pretty lips.

“so good...look so pretty like this angel” he coos making you whimper sending the little eclectic shocks straight through his body.

“oh fuck just like that” leaning towards the wall as your tongue swirls, you can feel his length pulsating in your mouth popping off the tip you giggle and look up at him.

“come tae wanna taste you..i bet you taste soo good for your princess..then you can do whatever you like to me” you whine back as he pulls your mouth back on with a couple of strokes your mouth painted white with a sweet taste and a bit of bitterness you happy look at him watching him as he watches you swallow his seed.

Automatically pulling you up his hands pools the valley of your breasts nipping at the buds watching them harden as your hands tug at the roots of his hair whining at the feeling. his hands travel down as his mouth switches to the neglected nub sliding his finger over your arousal.

“Taehyung” you whine as two fingers slip inside your warm walls welcoming him in everytime.

“now who’s needed” he pulls his face away from your chest to kiss you passionately tongue slipping in your mouth as his hand movements speed up. Your walls tighten causing you to cry out, quickly his mouth moves down your neck replacing the old fading away purple marks with fresh new ones.

Taehyung was always fond of marking his territory but when it came to you and after seeing your stupid ex he wanted to mark every inch to exert felix away.

“oh my fuck” you pull at his hair as you whine a little too loud echoing off the walls of the small shower space, pulling his fingers out to admire the wet sticky mess you laid out on his fingers pooling them into your mouth before sucking on your tongue.

God..you two love the taste of yourselves together..

pulling yourself out of the silence you look at him “taehyung i want you here rn”

“ always for you baby” he pushes your body against the wall teasing the bundle of nerves with the tip of his length before slowly inserting himself in you. pulling your leg into his arm as his thrusts go harder every time, praising you for being such a good girlfriend to him or for the sinful sighs that pour off the tip of your tongue everytime he hits the right spot.

Watching your eyes roll back tipping your head into his chest digging your fingers into his shoulder blade makes him weak at the knees witnessing you losing yourself.

“fuck tae...right there don’t stop” you cry out as the tip nudges your sweet spot. you manage to pull your mouth to his as you cry out your first orgasm since the vacation.

“so fucking pretty fucking hell” he grunts out trying to push the second orgasm out of you..legs shaking as the thrust go slower every other push then speeding up again. “you...fuck..you fuck me so good tae...so fucking good.” he moans hearing the dirty things that come out of your mouth only pushing him to shove himself deeper.

the harder he thrusts the more you feel like putty in his hands watching him focus on pounding you harder waiting for the tightening of your walls to hit..and just as he determines your mouth kissing his pulse whining pleading him to go deeper before you melt.

“close...i’m close tae” you squeak watching his eyebrows furrow as the sound of skin fills both of your ears.

“hold on to it baby..wanna come together” he grunts laying his head on your chest to suck more purple marks over the right side of your breast.

“fill me up tae...your lucky i started back on birth control a while ago” you chuckle out only to head back biting your lip feeling your muscles tense together.

“ i could have came in you...but you wanted to taste me you needy girl hm..? you like the way i tastes..” he watches you closing your eyes head against the wall mouth open whimpering his name

“love it tae..” you manage to breathe out before he growls at you to come.

“fuck i love you y/n-” he groans feeling the wetness pool around his length only a few thrusts before he releases his seed inside you filling you up.

Foreheads pressed together you smile..

“you love me?” you giggle out sleepily washing away the mess in between your legs.

“yes..i have for a long time you just didn’t notice” he chuckles washing you again before pulling you out and drying you off together.

“hmmm..i love you too tae..i wish i noticed earlier” you mumble out throwing clothes on.

Once you guys are both dressed you head back downstairs sitting on the couch surrounded by your friends and wrapped around taehyung, minnie still seated in yoongi lap while jimin had a hold of yeontan.

“i love you my beautiful angel” he whispers in the middle of the movie

“i love you too tae” he kissed you softly before your body is warmed with love and warmth glancing at taehyung before you closed your eyes.

This was the moment taehyung and you realized..you never wanted this moment to end..and for a fact..he whispered into your ear.

“your all i could ever want” and he couldn’t wait to tell you the next morning and every day that continued.

“your all i ever wanted to taehyung..” you whispered back before walking to dreamland.

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A/n: PHEW. i did it! i never wanted to end this story but i’m happy with the way this series ended! I’ll put a lot more bonuses and such so please request whatever you’d like! I’m probably gonna make a second part to this whole series! Thank you so much for the reads and i pray for my writing to get better bahaha. as of right now..this probably isn’t the finally piece but eh :) I love you all <3

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡:

@hantaev @strawverryxmilktae @serendipitysev

#taehyung smut #taehyung fake social media #taehyung fic #bts smut #taehyung story #taehyung #taehyung fake texts #taehyung fluff #bts #bts fake social media

[missnxthingg]

𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕥𝕨𝕠

SUMMARY: It’s the first day of senior year. Harrison and Tom got everyone’s eyes on them, but Tom only has his eyes for a certain someone and she’s willing to get to know him better.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 9.2K 

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of sex, underage drinking.

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“I can’t fucking believe it!” (Y/N) cursed and pressed her pillows on her ears, groaning in anger. “This is just disrespectful.”

It had been a long day for (Y/N) and the thing she craved doing the most during the whole day was having a chill and early night, but things started to go sideways from the moment she stepped into her apartment. It was the same old chaos, with all the people hired to work for your family running around the house and your mom smoking a cigarette and checking some emails in the living room. She didn’t give two fucks about how her daughter was feeling or even took a good look to see her face. She only mumbled ‘I got a date, so don’t wait up’ and disappeared hours later with a pretty red dress.

The whole night was hard, trying to take care of herself and staying hydrated. Also, it was one of the nights her mental health was getting the best of her. She was feeling lonely and weak, but that was just something that happened a lot and she was getting used to it, even though nobody should get used. She tried to wash it down with hot teas and solo movie night with scented candles and a bubble bath. While she emerged in hot water, she started to think about her life, it was completely shitty and there was nothing she could do about it. Her mother didn’t care about her and her father was never around when she needed it. Also, she didn’t have any true friends and that was what she hated the most because that meant that no one liked her enough to stick around.

And then she remembered the boy she met earlier today. Tom was different than anyone she had ever met and something about him made her want to know him better like she was supposed to know him somehow. The boy didn’t leave her mind during the whole night and it was funny how he just appeared and didn’t leave. There was nothing special about the way they met, he was just nice to her and it made her feel better. Maybe after today, she would have a friend. That was too good to be true, who would want her as a friend anyway?

When tiredness hit her body, she went to sleep or at least tried to, because half an hour later her mom and she could hear the loud giggles and the whisky bottle hitting the edge of the glass. (Y/N) already knew that it was going to be a long night, as usual. But things only started to get worse when her mom got to bed with the guy she was dating. The bed hitting the wall, loud moans and screams, it was like they were the only one in the house.

“Ugh, when I bring boys home, I try to be as quiet as possible. But no, she has to do the loud screaming. That’s not even a turn on.” (Y/N) mumbled to herself as she got up to circle her room as she thought of something to do, but what was she supposed to do? She knew that interfering wouldn’t work and she was too sick to go out and look for somewhere else to stay. So she decided to walk around the house, after all, her mom was too busy to care what she was doing right? 

She drank at least three bags of chamomile tea that night, trying to calm down and maybe not shout at her mother once she woke up the next morning to go to class. Now she was even considering not sleeping at all because it would be much worse to sleep for such few hours. God knows at what time her mother stopped screaming and she finally got to sleep, the only thing she knows is that when the alarm clock rang, she was very tired and her head was exploding in headache.

“Ugh, fuck me.” She cursed under her breath and made her way to the bathroom to find some painkillers and take a shower. She might be looking like a fucking zombie, but sure as hell won’t give them the small chance to see that. Makeup helped a lot and she was an expert on making it look natural. She was almost done with her mascara when a knock on the door interrupted her.

“I need to borrow your new Prada heels for a meeting.” Her mother came into the room wearing a silky robe and holding a cigarette between her fingers.

“Good morning to you too, mother.” (Y/N) was clearly in a bad mood, as she always was, not a morning person. “Did you sleep well? Because I for sure didn’t.”

“What got into you?” Josephine searched through her closet for the heels.

“Uhm, I don’t know… Maybe only three hours of sleep on a school night with my lovely mother having the time of her life with God knows who.”

“His name is Garold and he’s a fine man. Be nice to him.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and started to get dressed since her mother was taking forever to find those heels. She dressed in her common pencil plaid skirt, a white blouse with a bow neck, a black sweater and black oxfords. “Those schools uniforms are always horrible.”

“At least the school is flexible and I can wear it however I want.” She finished her hair in the mirror and took the heels out of the closet to make her mom go away. “I am going to be very clear with you, mom. I don’t ever want to go through this situation again because it’s embarrassing and gross. If it happens again, I’m moving in with dad.”

“Pft, please… You would never go live with your dad because he’s never home.”

“Try me.” (Y/N) threatened. “Now if you excuse me, I have to go to class.”

“What about breakfast? I was thinking about some croissants with you and Garold...” (Y/N)’s mouth fell agape as she gathered all of her things inside her purse and rushed outside the bedroom.

“Never in a million years.” She shouted before rushing downstairs to avoid talking to her mother. “I seriously need to be accepted in a university far away from her.”

Living close to the school was a privilege in New York due to its natural bad traffic. It didn’t take less than 15 minutes to get there, but it was long enough for (Y/N) to settle her breathing and calm down. It had been a long night, but it was her first day back in school and it was her senior year. Everything about it was supposed to be fun, right? And things would always remain the same, her getting there early to eat breakfast from the café across the street, sitting by her window table to read her latest book discover over waffles and a very hot latte. Of course, she had someone to make her breakfast back home, but morning routine was so agitated around her apartment that even on weekends she decides to go out and find herself some breakfast or brunch.

Everyone knew who she was, even the café's barista, who rushed to make her usual order as she walked into the room and mumbled a polite good morning at him. Joey, the barista, was an old fling of hers that nobody knew about, probably because nobody ever knew about who she dated or hooked up and because he was a Columbia kid, working at the café to pay for his bills. Joey was the kind of boy that wasn’t breathtaking, but his cute smile and his introverted side that enjoyed books, hanging out at the bar and having deep conversations was what attracted (Y/N) the most. He was one of the nicest guys she ever went out with, although it didn’t last long. Turns out that he only talked to her in the first place because he knew she had money and he was drowning in his college loan. But it was a nice relationship, one where they would read books to each other, have long conversations by the café window, she’d spend the whole weekend having a sex marathon in his flat. With time she got bored though, it wasn’t her type to be a homegirl. When they broke up he remained respectful, although he still flirts with her every morning as he serves her breakfast.

"Morning, (Y/N). It's been a while." Joey mumbled as he rested her latte in front of her, followed by a plate with a large waffle.

"It's been a while since I've last been to New York." She grinned as she put her hair back in a bun. "I was in Paris."

"I know. You're everywhere. In every magazine, every fashion adds on the internet." He chuckled as he poured the syrup on her waffles. "You look pretty today. A little different than I've ever seen you."

"Different how?"

"You're not wearing big fancy coats or too much makeup. And you look more mature. Flawless, as always." She knew Joey had a hard time after their breakup and maybe he still felt something for her, but he was only a good friend and that was it.

"Thank you."

"I have to go back, but have a nice say." He waved as he walked back to the balcony where customers were waiting.

"You too, Joey." She smiled sympathetically and drove her attention back to the food in front of her. Right now, she wasn't feeling so good to read her newest book. There were days that the only thing she wanted was to sit there by the soft rock music playing in the background, the sound of the coffee machine, the amazing smell in the air and the agitated New York morning routine outside their windows. It was better than having breakfast with her mother and her newest fling.

(...)

Tom woke up from a late night with his brothers and his best mate. After what happened at school, Harrison drove him home and stood over when Nikki invited him for dinner. Also, he knew that Tom needed support after the day he had and to discuss a little more about the girl keeping a smile on his face ever since he left the nursery. After a little confront in the car, Tom opened everything up to Harrison, like he always did, and spared no details. Haz couldn’t swear he never saw Tom so excited about a girl before and he instantly knew that there was something between them. But he didn’t mention it for the rest of the night, too busy with poker and the twins bad jokes being shot through the air. It was past midnight when Harrison left for his apartment and Tom got to bed.

The morning wasn’t generous at all with him and it was like a truck had hit him during the night. He would’ve done anything to just stay in bed, but it was the first day of senior year and he for sure wasn’t going to miss it, especially after the day he had yesterday, meeting a lot of nice people. He wanted to cause a good impression, as always, but there wasn’t much to do when you’re reduced to a uniform. He decided to go with social navy trousers, a white blouse with the collar popping out of a sweater and to finish, a tie, which was mandatory. He’d never used a school uniform before, but he had to admit he looked extremely hot on them.

“Morning mum, dad.” He kissed Nikki’s cheek when he made his way to the kitchen and she was making sure all of her boys were fed up before going out. He tapped his father’s shoulder and gently poured some tea in his cup to sit between Harry and Paddy.

“Morning Tommy. Are you feeling better?” He nodded sleepy and she smiled at him. “I guess poker with the boys helped you.”

“He just loves to lose to me.” Sam pocked his tongue out and all the brothers rolled their eyes. “You’re all just jealous because I won twice.”

“You cheated twice, Sam.” Harry said before attacking the eyes in front of him.

“Do you want something to eat Tom?” Nikki asked and he shook his head.

“Tea is fine mom, I’m not 100% better and I don’t feel like eating.”

“Okay, rush boys. Tom, you still have to pick Harrison at his apartment and I still have two schools to drop the twins and Paddy.” The boys nodded and rushed to finish their breakfast. “Dom, you sure you’ll be fine taking the subway to work?”

“Everybody uses the subway in New York. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He kissed the top of her head. Dom and Nikki were a team, making it easier to raise four boys, even though there were moments that definitely weren’t easy. But when they look at their kids, they know they’ve made a good job. “Okay, I gotta go. Have a good first day, boys.”

“You too, dad.” They mumbled as they watched the old man walk away from the kitchen.

“Okay, bye. I have to rush.” Tom waved and they all said their goodbyes to the boy.

Being the only one with a car, Tom had to drive to the Upper West Side to pick his best friend, even though he lived right next to the school. Luckily, it didn’t take long until he got to Harrison’s apartment to find him leaned against the building’s walls in his pretty uniform. He dressed up differently than Tom, ditching the sweater and opting for a blazer instead.

“Morning, mate.” Harrison sat inside the car and Tom quickly started to drive again. “Feeling better?”

“A little. But I still can’t eat, too sick to do so.”

“Or are you nervous to meet the pretty girl? What was her name…”

“(Y/N). And no, that’s not because of that.” Liar. It was all he could think about ever since he woke up. Actually, it was the only thing he could think about ever since he left that nursery yesterday. How did that girl shake him up like that after one small conversation? “I’m not sure she’ll talk to me today. She doesn’t seem like the type of girl that likes to hang with lads that aren’t like her. We’re not extremely rich, or famous.”

“Come on, mate. You’re hot, she’s not stupid. At least I think you can hit that.” 

“No, I don’t wanna hit that. This one is different.” He sheepishly smiled as he remembered her from yesterday, sitting next to him and keeping her voice soft and low, just for him to hear it.

“You like her.” Harrison smirked and Tom sighed loudly.

“I don’t. She’s just… a friend. Yeah, I think maybe less. She’s pretty, but I don’t think I want to hit that.” He tried to avoid that subject, but Harrison wanted to know more about the girl that made Tom’s eyes shine for the first time in his life. “Because she’s the first girl that made me feel different and I don’t wanna ruin that.”

“Just… be careful mate. She might be nice, but don't forget that she’s a spoiled kid like everyone else in those schools.” 

“I’ll be, promise you.” Tom found a parking lot next to school and left his car there.

His new school was cool, but the people were a little… different. They were rich kids, raised as one, so it didn't match either Tom's or Harrison’s personality that much since they couldn't stand those type of people, being raised to use their money wisely and never feel like they’re better than someone because of what they materially have. Still, some people were nice enough to talk to them on the first day. Others looked at them up and down with disdain and arrogance.

Parties were already being planned. The Welcoming Party hosted by Noel Kaim in his big Long Island summer house and there were whispers all around the school that this one was going to be epic since it was Noel's senior year. Everyone in school was always invited, but only a few selected people showed up. Of course, (Y/N) was the most expected to be there since she never misses a party, especially when it’s hosted by Noel.

"I don't know if I'm doing Noel's party this year. Not in the mood." (Y/N) commented when she met up with her friends after a good breakfast. They were all reunited at the restroom getting some final touches in their makeups.

"Come on, (Y/N). Noel is like… your guy. Aren't you gonna show up at his party and claim for what's yours?" Courtney said as she applied some lipgloss in the mirror.

"First of all, he's not my guy. We make out sometimes, and I take him to red carpets and events with me. But that's because I can't show empty-handed." (Y/N) started to braid Stacy's hair as she asked earlier. "Also, I'm getting tired of him."

"Why?" Stacy frowned and (Y/N) shrugged.

"Too clingy." They all laughed together. "S, you should go after him at that party. I know you always flirt, so maybe this should be the best opportunity."

"Won't you be mad about that?" 

"No, I swear." 

(Y/N) always tried to be sweet with her friends and they normally were sweet back, especially Courtney who is the sweetest girl in the world. But sometimes Stacy seems like she just wants to be (Y/N) and she was tired of it, maybe her hooking up with Noel will get her to stop.

"And Court, you know basketball's team Lamar, right? He seems like your type, you should go for him."

"What? No, no, no. Lamar is way over my league." Courtney chuckled nervously as she changed her lipgloss for mascara.

"Are you kidding me? You're amazing, he would be lucky to be with you."

 "It's not like I'm you, (Y/N)." She said in a low tone and before (Y/N) could question it, the bell rang and they had to rush to class.

Classes were just like any other day. It was the first day of the school year and still, things didn't change at all for those who were used to the school. Tom and Harrison had a hard time to pick up everyone's pace, but soon they realised that it wasn't so different from their school back in London. Still, being new in school is always hard and everyone needs some time to adapt.

"So what are you thinking about?" Harrison asked Tom when they sat down to eat lunch together.

"Everything's so different, right?" He grinned and shrugged. "I'm kind of terrified."

"Why would you even be terrified?"

"Everyone around here seems to be working hard to become someone. Great college education and a proper major. I just want to be an actor."

"And aren't you working hard to become it?" Harrison arched his eyebrows and Tom shrugged. "Tom, you're not inferior just because you don't want to go to an Ivy League university and become a lawyer."

"Well, maybe I am."

"Well, if you say so, then so am I. Did you forget that I'm also trying to be an actor?" Tom didn't know what else to say and just concentrated on his sandwich. 

"I'm sorry mate." 

"It's okay. If you ever wanna talk about this, I'm your guy." Harrison gave him two taps in the back and went back to his food. "Oh, what about that (Y/N) chick?"

What about her? Well, at this exact moment she was sitting in her usual spot by the stairs in front of the school, eating with her friends while they commented on people's dressing. That's something they normally do when they're bored and didn't have much to talk to each other. It always worked to fill the blanks and they didn't need to talk about something deeper or anything else.

"Noel looks good today." Stacy commented and Courtney nodded. 

"He looks the same as every day." (Y/N) siped her lemonade as they all observed Noel passing balls with his friends and laughing a lot.

"His hair looks different." Courtney commented and (Y/N) frowned.

"No, it doesn't."

"Not Noel's. Lamar's. He got a buzzcut." She pointed to the boy standing next to Noel, passing a hand on his shaved head.

"It looks ridiculous." Stacy said with a laugh.

"I like it." (Y/N) said and Courtney agreed with a nod. "It gave him a mature look."

"He looks so pretty, doesn't he?" Courtney had full heart eyes when she was looking at the boy, and (Y/N) liked her, so that's why she shouted next.

"Hey, Lamar. C'mere." She signed to the boy as he looked their way. He pointed to his chest and she nodded. Courtney looked like she was about to burst into flames as he approached.

"Hey, (Y/N)." He sat down with them and sent a smile on Courtney's way. This was too easy.

"Hey Lamar, you remember my friends." (Y/N) pointed to the girls and they waved shyly.

"Courtney, right?" He pointed and she nodded with a blush. "And… Stella?"

"It's Stacy." She groaned and started to gather her things.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He apologized and she shrugged.

"Yeah, it doesn't matter anyway. I have to make a call." Stacy walked away as everyone frowned at her attitude.

"So, are you guys coming to Noel's party?" Lamar asked.

"Sorry, I only go to Long Island on vacations." (Y/N) said putting on some sunglasses. "Plus, I have a thing. But Courtney's going."

"Really?" He opened a little smile for her and she nodded with a shy smile. "Cool."

"I have to go, but I'm sure you're gonna take good care of Court, right?" (Y/N) rested a hand on his shoulder and he nodded, looking at Courtney.

"Yeah, of course." He had a playful cheeky smile on his face.

"Are you going to be okay, baby?" 

"Yeah. Lamar can keep me company." Courtney pointed at him and that was all (Y/N) needed to hear before stepping up and walking away.

She took the time alone to sit on a bench and read her book since she wasn't in the mood earlier that morning, but after a whole day of boring classes, she was dying to get a little time to just be alone and relax over those thousands of words while eating peaches as she loved to do. But her quiet moment of peace was disturbed by someone sitting next to her and passing an arm behind her back. She knew who's touch it was by now.

"Noel, I need some time alone."

"Hey baby, why are you avoiding me?" He removed a hair from her ear and she rolled her eyes.

"First of all, I didn't give you permission to touch me." She removed his arm from her shoulders and sat away from him. "Second, I'm avoiding you because you're annoying."

"You never called last night."

"I got food poisoning. And thank you for asking if I'm good."

"I didn't know that you were sick."

"Yes, you did. You have a Twitter, everyone in school was commenting about it." She crossed her arms and they remained in silence.

"I missed you when you were gone."

"Yet you didn't call me once." She avoided his gaze, which she knew was locked on her. "You were probably too busy getting wasted in Rio."

"It was Fernando de Noronha."

"I don't even know what that means." She shot up and started to walk away, but Noel followed her. "Stop following me."

"Are you coming to my party?" He asked and she ignored. "Come on, baby, talk to me." He reached for her wrist and pulled her back to him, making her wince in pain.

"Noel, let me go. You're hurting me."

"You can't avoid me forever." His voice sounded harsh and commanding. (Y/N) was trying to remain though with a tight grip on her wrist.

"She asked you to let her go, mate." They heard a voice from behind them and they looked its way. (Y/N) smiled when she saw Tom standing there, eyebrows furrowed and folded arms.

"Hey new guy, you shouldn't get your nose where you were not invited."

"Yeah, I don’t care. I’m not letting you do anything to her." 

"Let me fucking go, Noel." She forced her wrist out of his hand and after a lot of debating, he let her go.

 "Our talk isn't over." He pointed out before walking back to his friends.

"Don't fucking talk to me." She massaged her wrist and walked Tom's way. He still looking at Noel with an angry face, making sure he walked far away from her. He slipped his hand on her back and pulled her away from the guy, walking towards Harrison waiting in the back.

"You okay?" Tom asked and she shook her head no. "Should we go to the nursery again?"

"No, I'm fine." You didn't dare to look up to him or you would cry again and you were sick of crying in front of Tom. "Noel's an idiot."

"Is he always like this?"

"To me? No. This is new." She shot an angry look at him, now back to playing with his friends. "We used to date. Well, nothing serious though. But he never was aggressive with me before."

"I’m gonna keep an eye on him, okay?" Tom looked angry and full of concern as he analysed her wrist carefully, holding it like it was made of glass. "Come on, let's sit with me and Haz. We'll keep you away from that idiot."

Tom and Harrison were getting out for some air when they spotted (Y/N) fighting to get away from a boy who had a strong grip on her wrist. Tom immediately interfered and got her safely with him and Harrison on another bench.

"Hey, you alright?" Harrison asked her and she nodded.

"Yeah, I guess so." She sighed and fixed her hair. "Sorry, uhm… I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"I'm Harrison Osterfield. And it's nice to meet you."

"I met both of you in the worst situation." They laughed together and Harrison sat aside, patting the space next to him so she could sit down. “I’m so sorry, I’m not usually this messed up, I promised.”

“It’s okay. We all have some bad times and it’s not your fault.”

“Especially this one.” Tom still looked angry and was having a hard time to calm down. He was still facing Tom with a red face, crossed arms and eyebrows furrowed. Harrison shot a glance at his friend to make him calm down a little. Tom rolled his eyes and sat next to (Y/N).

“Is that the Noel everyone in school is talking about today?” Harrison asked and (Y/N) nodded. “They are all saying his parties are epic.”

“I’ve been to better ones.” She said. “Noel is one hell of a popular guy and everyone thinks he’s nice and powerful, but he’s so dirty. Ugh, I want to punch him sometimes.”

“Do you know him very well?”

“Better than anyone else in this school. But no one truly knows him, it’s frustrating. You have no idea what he’s capable of. I just thought I was the limit.” 

“Well, I guess we all just saw what he can do.” Tom said and Harrison nodded.

“But it’s okay. We’re gonna take care of you.” She smiled at the boys. She didn’t know them very well, but something was telling her that they were very trustable and she could be comfortable around them. 

“Thank you so much.” 

“Yeah, anytime.” Tom softly smiled at her, making her heart warmer.

“I know we met at the worst time possible. But I would like to hang out with you sometime.”

“That would be great.”

“Do you guys drink?” 

“Yes.” They answered in unison, making her laugh. “You wanna make us happy? Get us a pint.”

“I know the perfect place to go to. Maybe Friday night?”

“Oh, it’s my mom’s birthday and we’re going out for dinner. But you two should go and have fun together.”

It was a complicated matter for both of them. They’ve never gone out with another person alone if it wasn’t for a date. Tom didn’t even remember the last time he even befriended a girl without second intentions and he knew that Harrison was trying to get him alone with (Y/N) after long hours hearing him saying that Tom was in love with this girl. And it’s been a while since (Y/N)’s last relationship, but even when she was in France she used those fancy restaurants for quick late-night dates ending up back in her hotel room at the end. What it was like to sit in front of each other with two drinks and just talk without any second intentions?

“I would love to.” Tom said first, trying to take a leap of faith and being confident about going out with her.

“I guess it’s a date.”

(...)

(YN) never invited someone on a date before. She was usually asked on them by other boys. But when she was standing right there in front of Tom, something just made her say that it was alright to go out with him and that’s why she was going through her closet to find a good outfit for her date. Well, it wasn’t exactly a date, was it? Everything just made you so confused. Not knowing what it was made her question about what to choose for wearing, and she nearly emptied her wardrobe to find something nice, which considering its size, was not an easy job.

“What’s wrong with you?” Her mother asked as she came into her daughter’s closet, finding almost half of her closet on the floor.

“I can’t find anything nice to wear.” (Y/N) sighed as she sat down in the chair place right in the centre of a sea of clothes. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake. You act as if I’m not your mother.” Josie stepped into the closet and started to look for something fresh.

“Well, we’re not exactly on speaking terms.”

“And that’s on you, sweetie. You’re the one not talking to me.” She went through many skirts that were already on the floor, throwing some of them back when she wasn't satisfied.

“You had crazy monkey sex with some guy and kept me up all night.”

“You’re mad because of that?” Josie did an ugly face looking back to her daughter and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“What did you think I was mad for?” She frowned and her mother shrugged.

“About the event the other day. And well, in that case, I should be mad at your for running away and for the day that followed that one. You got yourself inside that hole Noel Kaim calls his bedroom and didn’t come back for two days.”

“You’re friends with his mother.” 

“Cornelia is a lovely woman. Can’t say the same about the boys in her family.” Josie threw a leathery black skirt over her daughter and kept searching to match for the uppers. “Well, that woman is wearing the horns of a cuckold, and they’re probably Prada’s.”

“You’re one of the women George Kaim had an affair with.”

“Yeah, and I regret it deeply because that man doesn’t know how to make a lady cum. I wouldn’t be surprised if his wife is also having an affair.” (Y/N) almost choked on her mother’s words, there clearly wasn’t a limit in the words that came out of her mouth.

“Oh God, get out of here!” She pointed the door and Josie rolled her eyes. 

“I’m almost done, Jesus…” She threw a black tank top over her daughter’s lap and a leather jacket. “Try these with black high heels or Dr Martens. Also, pretty lingerie underneath it, maybe you’ll get lucky.”

“You’re the world’s worst mother.” Josephine showed her a middle finger on her way out. She came back a couple of seconds later with a cigarette lit up. “What did I ever tell you about smoking indoors?”

“Yeah, whatever. My apartment, my bills, my business.” Josie rambled before taking the cigarette again. “I’m going out with Garold tonight, and will probably stay at his place. So don’t bother about waiting for me.”

“Would never bother about that.” (Y/N) started to change into her clothes. She could say anything about her mom, but she had to admit that Josephine knows how to dress someone up. “At least I can have a proper night of sleep.”

“And if you want to use the apartment later…”

“Please leave.” (Y/N) said as she pointed out the door, already grossed out by that conversation.

“Use condoms.” She shouted from the back and (Y/N) continued to get ready, trying to forget the inappropriate conversation she just had with her mother.

While (Y/N) was finishing getting ready, Tom was trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight, just like she was doing before. See, the thing is that Tom heard many things about her during the week. A lot of people said that she was the kind of girl who doesn’t usually befriend with a boy if she doesn’t want anything else, but she also doesn’t want any commitment. And that kind of made Tom nervous because he didn’t know what tonight meant. Was it a date, or was it just two friends hanging out? But most importantly, did he want it to be a date?

“What are you doing?” Harry asked popping his head into the room.

“Trying to find something nice to go out tonight, but it’s not an easy task when all my stuff is still packed inside many suitcases.” Tom chuckled as he removed many t-shirts from his bag.

“Mate, I’m so glad my closet is already finished.” Sam popped inside the room with his twin brother.

“And now we have a crowd.” Tom chuckled and his brothers stepped into the room, taking their seat in Tom’s mattress since he didn’t have a proper bed yet.

“You already have a date. You’re lucky.” Harry said. “The girls in my school are so hard to get.”

“That’s because you give them the impression that you want something serious.”

“But I do want something serious.” Tom rolled his eyes and took a black shirt to match his jeans. “Sam found someone great, and I want that too. I don’t want to end up like you, miserably chasing after girls.”

“First, chasing after girls is fun. Second, I’m not going on a date, I’m taking my time.”

“You already said to me that you hooked up with a girl after class on Wednesday. That was your third day of classes.”

“Come on, Sam. Look at me, I’m irresistible.” Tom pointed down to his body, which made the twins laugh.

“Oh, do me a favour and tell Haz that I want my Xbox controllers back! He has it ever since we were in England.” Harry mumbled as he replied a text on his phone.

“I’m not hanging out with Harrison. Today’s Phil’s birthday.” Tom said, voice a little lower than before. The twins shared a look once Tom looked away, frowning to each other.

“So you’re not going on a date, but you’re not hanging out with Harrison. Who exactly are you hanging out with?” Sam crossed his arms and frowned. Tom shrugged as he put on his jacket.

“You’re hanging with (Y/N), aren’t you?” Harry asked and it was Tom’s turn to frown, quickly turning his head to the twins.

“How do you know who she is?”

“Harrison told me everything about you two.” Harry shrugged and Tom’s mouth fell agape.

“That bitch.” Tom cursed under his breath.

“So it is a date!” Harry jumped excitedly and Tom took a long breath, clenching his jaw.

“No, it isn’t. I’m hanging out with (Y/N), but we’re going as friends.”

“Yeah, we’re not going to believe you. And honestly, I don’t care.” Sam said and Harry laughed. “I still don’t know who’s this (Y/N) chick.”

“She’s just this girl I met at the nursery on my first day and she’s cool. Like...stupidly cool.” Tom opened a small smile on his lips as he talked about her. “And you know, she’s pretty and everything, but she’s different from anyone I’ve ever met. I’m not wasting that with a meaningless hookup.”

“I can’t believe this…” Sam started with a grin on his face. “Tom actually likes a girl.”

“What?” Tom turned around angrily to find the twins laughing. “I don’t like her.”

“Yes, you do. You talk about her with a big smile on your face, it’s priceless!” Harry pointed and received dirty underwear on his face. “Hey, not cool.”

“Remember me to kill Harrison later. Now, does this looks cool?” Tom showed what he was wearing and the twins analysed it closely. A black t-shirt, dark washed jeans and a leather jacket. He always dresses up simple, but he looks hot with them.

“If you’re planning on getting laid tonight, I think it’s good.” Harry nodded and Tom adjusted his jacket.

“But don’t forget your cologne, since girls are always falling for it.” Tom rolled his eyes and started to push the twins out of the room.

“Yeah, you’re pissing me off. Goodbye!” He slammed the door at their faces and took a second to breathe. 

As Tom finished his final details, (Y/N) texted him saying that she was already leaving the apartment to meet him there. He rushed to get his things and come downstairs to find his mother cuddled with his father and younger brother, Paddy. They looked so comfortable that it made Tom want to cancel his thing and snuggle in his mother’s arms.

“Oh, what a handsome young man.” Nikki got out of the couch and walked to her son, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Are you going out with Harrison?”

“He has a date, mom.” Harry interrupted and received a death glare from Tom.

“A date? That’s lovely. I hope it’s a girl that makes you settle for good because I hate having to memorize all of their names.”

“First, even I don’t memorize their names. Second, it’s not a date. I’m hanging out with a girl, but we’re only friends.”

“That’s new.” Dom commented. “Well, take some money from my wallet. Make it a nice evening for her.”

“And be safe.” Nikki kissed his forehead and he smiled before looking for his dad’s wallet to take some money to take off.

New York was beautiful at night, just as much as it was during the day. (Y/N) didn’t make it a secret when it came to love the city and anyone could see it in her eyes, how they shinned as she glanced out the window to watch the lights and the movement around her. Tom was learning to love it too. He came from a big city, probably one of the most popular cities in the world, but New York was slowly owning a place in his heart. It’s been less than a month since he moved here and it’s been such a nice time, especially when he got to meet nice people, just like the one he was about to go meet.

He never would expect that his first outing with a girl around the nightly city would be as a friendly date, but he was so happy to be doing this. It was almost magical the way she made him feel, it was almost like a soulmate connection that pulled them together somehow and he couldn’t help but like it. Even though he loved Harrison and they had been together for years now, Tom had this feeling that (Y/N) was something special in his life. Maybe she had the potential to be his best friend.

"Oh, sorry love. Have you been waiting for long?" Tom said as he stepped out of the taxi to find her standing outside the bar. He only saw her twice with clothes that weren't school uniform and he was pretty sure she doesn't wear fancy dresses all the time, but right now she looked like a real supermodel fashionista. Everything on her matched and fit like they were meant to be worn together.

“Don’t worry, I just got here.” (Y/N) fixed her hair and smiled at Tom. “I liked your jacket.”

“Really? It’s like… super old.”

“Vintage, darling.” She pinched his stomach and Tom smiled. Maybe that was something she always did to people she’s intimate with and now she was doing it with him like they’ve known each other for a long time.

“Well, thank you. Coming from a girl who’s always dressed up flawlessly, it must be pretty good.” He fixed his jacket and she chuckled.

“The perks of being Josephine (Y/L/N)’s daughter.” She shrugged and pulled him inside the bar. 

Tom felt like coming home from the moment he stepped into that place. The brick walls, the green leather booths, warm lights and a lot of people united on the tables having a good time. The big bars full of drinks, bartenders and stools so they could sit closer to the drinks. And to finish the decoration, a big neon sign saying “Vertigo”. It was a full pub right in the middle of New York. Tom was fascinated by that place.

“Well, this is familiar.” He pointed out and (Y/N) chuckled, pulling him to sit on the stools.

“I figured you’d like this one because it’s just like a London pub. Maybe this would make it feel like home.”

“Thank you for bringing me here.” She shrugged and sat on a stool by the bar. “I bet you always come here with your friends.”

“No, they would never come here. Not fancy enough for them. They prefer hotel bars and fancy clubs, I can take you there someday.” He sat right next to her and they waited for the bartender to come. “Also, the other bar doesn’t have good beer. The owners from here are British, so it’s supposed to be good.”

“Good evening, miss (Y/L/N). Seems like you brought a friend.” The bartender asked with a strong accent very similar to Tom’s, maybe a little heavier. By his tag name, Tom knew that his name was Oliver.

“Hey, Oliver. This is Tom, be nice to him.”

“Nice to meet you, Tom. What can I get you?”

“Fish and chips and a pint.” Tom said and the bartender smiled with the accent that came out of Tom’s mouth

“One of my lads from England.” He winked and Tom nodded with a smile. “It’s always nice to see someone from back home. Where are you from?”

“London, mate.”

“I’m from Sheffield. And what can I get you, love?” The bartender asked (Y/N) after she went through their drink menu.

“I’ll have a lemon and rosemary gin tonic, please.” The young man nodded and walked away to prepare their order. 

“Okay, I officially love this place.” Tom said excitedly, which made (Y/N) laugh. “Harrison will love this one. He’s the one who was always buried inside the pub even before we turned eighteen. The only thing we were against while moving here is that the drinking legal age is 21 and we weren’t ready to stop going to pubs. Even before, we used to hide in a pub that allowed us to drink there and keep it on the low.”

“Yeah, kind of like this place. Although I’m the only one allowed in here. The owners are friends with my dad.”

“That’s why the guy knew your name.” He pointed back to Oliver filling a glass with beer.

“Yeah, that’s Oliver. He’s cute and always serves me the best drinks. I always tip him well, that’s the key.” (Y/N) winked and crossed her legs. A couple of guys sitting on the next table looked her up and down, which made her roll eyes. Tom followed her look and furrowed his eyebrows at the guys.

"They are like twice your age."

"Yeah, unfortunately, it happens all the time. It's disgusting." Oliver served their drinks and told he would be back with their chips. "I'm lucky that Oliver is serving us tonight, he's the only one that's respectful with me. You see the guy over there." She pointed to a guy organizing cups in the back and Tom nodded. "He always tries to abuse me somehow, hands on my ass or waist, never with consent. But he's quiet tonight because I'm here with a guy."

"That's fucking pathetic. I get so angry about those things." Tom then remembered the situation that happened earlier that week with Noel. "What about that Noel Kaim? He seemed pretty abusive with you."

"Noel never treated me like that before. Sure, we like to tease each other because that’s how our relationship was built. But never with anger, never with aggression. I got really upset when he did that to me." She sipped on her drink and felt her throat burning with the strong drink. 

"If he ever does anything to you, even if it's small, you can tell me and I'll break his face."

"Thank you." She smiled softly and he finally drank his beer.

"Oh my God, this is fantastic." Tom said almost rolling his eyes in pleasure. "I officially love this place. Do you want some?"

"I'm not a fan of beer, but my dad brought me here the first time and had me drinking one beer and it's really good."

"Thank God your dad brought you here.” He sipped his beer again and sighed. “And well, you look like someone that doesn’t like beer. You look very fancy, like everyone in our schools.”

“Yeah. I was raised on champagne with two strawberries on the bottom of the glass. But you know, when I visited London, I went plenty of pubs with some friends, sometimes with my dad and I enjoyed their beer.” She took a big sip on her drink and did an ugly face when it burned down her throat. Tom laughed at her and thanked when the bartender came with his chips. “Mom got pretty mad that day. Mad at me, at my dad, at the world, honestly. As always.”

“You seem to have a pretty disturbing relationship with your mother.”

“With my family, in general. My mother is… peculiar. She never wanted to be a mother, at least that’s what she tells me now and then. She only did it because of my father. He wanted to be a dad and back then, they were very in love. That’s why I think I’m the reason their relationship fell apart.” She brushed the tip of her finger around the border of the glass. “Sorry, that was too deep. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night.”

“No, tonight was supposed to be a night to get to know each other.” He smiled softly at her and took some chips before he continued. “You can tell me more about your mom.”

“Uhm, we’re always fighting. She doesn’t care much about what I do and at the same time, she cares too much. She wants me to be perfect, to be the best student, the best dressed, the most desirable. But she doesn’t care about how I feel or what I wanna do.” She glanced down, maybe to tried hold some tears forming on her waterline. “But hey, tell me about your mom. I owe you some minutes to listen to you ramble on about your life.”

“I love my mom. She always supports me and takes care of me. She’s my best friend, honestly.” He smiled to remember his old mum that right now was cuddled with all of his brothers in the living room. “My family is everything to me. I don’t think I can even show how much I love them. They are the best part of me.”

“You have a big family?” She had a small grin on her face and he nodded. 

“My parents are still together and I have three younger brothers, two of them are twins.” He smiled when he started talking about them. (Y/N) saw a sparkle in his eyes when he started to talk about his family. He talked with such adoration that it was almost hard to believe that someone loved their family this much. That was what she wanted all her life. “And I am so lucky to have them in my life. You will know when you meet them.”

“I would love to meet them.” They both opened a big smiled when their eyes crossed. 

“Sam and Harry are really fun to hang out with. But being friends with them requires a big appetite for food and for talking photography.”

“I love photography! I’m a model, the camera loves me.” She posed for him and he laughed. “And I’m always hungry. That’s something you need to know if we’re gonna be friends.”

“Noted.” He winked and they fell into a brief silence so they could drink a little more. “Do you like being a model?”

“A little. I love fashion, I do. But my mother always tried to put me into a certain beauty pattern because that’s how she was raised, my grandmother is just like her, maybe worst. And I have many self-esteem issues because of that. She even had me wearing tight corsets when I was 12, it was horrible.” ”

“I’m so sorry darling.”

“After a while, I started to speak up and tell her no. So I only model for her sometimes and decided that I wanted to be a lawyer instead of going to a fashion school and being a part of this messed up world that excludes those who aren’t inside the beauty pattern.”

“Well, you could try changing it from the inside.”

“That’s why I still model and I try to stick to my true self, nothing aesthetically different.” She took some second to breathe and continue. “I got tired of doing what I was told. My mom even controlled my relationships at some point.”

“Really? How did that work?”

“She broke me and my last boyfriend. Well, we weren’t serious but when she found out I was going out with a guy that wasn’t rich and worked at a coffee shop, she lost his mind. Well, Josephine is very found of Noel Kaim and his family and Noel was the one who told her I was going out with that guy.”

“How did he know you were dating?”

“The boy worked at the café in front of the school. Noel saw me kissing him goodbye once.” She rolled her eyes. “I was never lucky in the relationship department.”

“God, me neither.” 

“Really?”

“I tried to date a girl once, but it didn't work out because I don't feel like I ever truly liked anyone. Never felt head over heels, in love like a fool for someone. Also, I don't like serious relationships.”

“Me neither! Ugh, I don’t like being tied down. I love sleeping around and hooking up with a lot of guys. Even though I’m very subtle.” She signed Oliver to bring two more drinks and he nodded. “I love sex.”

“Yes! Sex is the best!” He giggled with her being so open about it. But again, he was also very open about it.

“And you know, most of the guys I truly dated never made me cum. Just Noel, and I guess that’s why I keep going back.”

“I don’t like being tied down to only one girl. I like flirting and meeting new people all the time, and Harrison is the same. I guess that’s why we’re best friends.” Oliver came with more drinks and they got drunker with every sip, opening their hearts to each other about every aspect of their lives.

“What would make you stop?” 

“Meeting the right girl, I guess.” Tom smiled down to his beer and they fell into silence. "It will only stop when I truly feel how it's like to love someone. But I'm not desperately looking for them."

“Yeah, me too. Although, I want to find someone special so we can grow our own little life together.” She smiled, already feeling a little tipsy. Gin was much stronger than beer. “I want a family so I don’t be lonely.”

“I’ve never told any of those things to anyone.” Tom admitted.

“Me neither.” She agreed. “But I’m glad to share this with you, Tom. I feel like I can trust you. Like I can be vulnerable. That’s new to me.”

“I feel the same.” He extended his drink and she raised hers so they could toast. “And (Y/N), one more thing.”

“What is it?”

“You don’t have to be so lonely. At least as long as I’m here.”

“I don’t think that’s possible by now, Tom.” She buried her face in her drink to hide her sad face and he reached for her hand resting over the counter.

“Yes, it is. You’re waiting for the right guy to not be lonely, but you can’t spend the best years of your life looking for that someone. That’s not how life works.” She left her to drink behind to pay attention to what he was saying, maybe trying to hold some tears when touching in such a delicate subject for her. “I’m your friend and I’m here, right now. You don’t have to be lonely.”

“Why are you so fond of me?” She frowned, letting some tears fall on her cheeks and he shrugged.

“I guess I can’t stand to see someone crying.” He cleaned her tears with the pad of his thumb and she sobbed. “I’m sorry if you didn’t want to talk about it.”

“No, I’m sorry for crying.” She tried to suck it up but didn’t move his hand from her face, which was now just rubbing her cheeks gently, trying to give her some comfort. “Thank you, Tom. For tonight. I needed to have this talk.”

“Do you need a hug?” He asked and she nodded, throwing herself in his arms with no hesitation. Tom was probably the best hugger she’d ever met, he could pass confidence and calmness through his touch. She could already feel her mascara ruining. Tom pressed her against him and rubbed his hands on her back, trying to give her some comfort. “I’m here for you, okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded her head, resting on the crook of his neck. “Do you want to order another drink? I don’t wanna go home yet.”

“Yeah, sure. Another gin tonic?”

“I think I’ll have a pint.” She winked and they laughed together. “Just to try it, you know.”

“Okay. Oliver, two pints please.”

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Feels Like Yesterday: Chapter 6

Ship: Frankie Morales x Elena Bohannon (OC)

Rating: M

Word Count:  6,278 Words

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Drug Use

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Summary: Elena and Frankie need to come to terms with what happened on the dock earlier that day. Frankie asks Elena a difficult question that she doesn’t quite know the answer to. Liam finally arrives on the scene.

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“How he wished to see her move other than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk.”

Frankie grabbed a beer out of the fridge and walked out onto the porch. Rae rose from her seat next to Elena and indicated he should sit there. He sighed and obliged, not wanting to cause a scene. He sat down on the bench next to her and she glanced over at him without saying anything. He saw Will and Benny exchange knowing looks. Damn that sibling connection. He sighed and took a long pull off his beer bottle. 

He wished he could read Elena’s mind, because he craved to know what she was thinking about right now. She was fidgeting with the loose string on her shorts and tapping her fingers on her beer bottle as she stared into the fire. Everyone else seemed to be oblivious to the uncomfortable air between the two of them. He could see her brow wrinkle as she chewed on her bottom lip. He honestly didn’t need to read her mind to know what she was thinking. To her, she betrayed Liam. But to Frankie, Liam betrayed her the moment he decided her body wasn’t good enough for him to worship the way Frankie craved to do every day for the rest of his life. Selfish asshole, he thought to himself. He looked at her with such longing, and he didn’t care if everyone noticed. At this point, he wanted them to all know just how in love with her he really was. 

Frankie reached up and grabbed the hand that was messing with her shorts and held it in his. She turned her head to glance at him and gave him a weak smile. She curled up on the bench and leaned into him as he threw his arm around her shoulders. Suddenly they were both taken back to the last campfire they had at the lake before she left for college. They’d both drank way too much that night and made out on the dock. Frankie was the first one to stop when he’d realized what they were doing. Both he and Elena laughed about it and agreed it was the booze, not repressed feelings they had for each other. If only we had been honest with each other then, he thought. 

She sighed and looked up at him. Elena leaned closer, whispering in his ear, “I’m not upset with you. I could never be. I just have a lot to sort out.”

He didn’t bother hiding his smile when he looked down at her. “Take all the time you need, mi Luna.”

They stared into each other’s eyes, both wanting to lean in - close the distance between them. “Kiss!” Benny and Will exclaimed, drawing out the word as much as they possibly could.

Instantly, Elena separated from Frankie and glared at them as she took another swig from her beer. “Nice, assholes,” Tom said, throwing a stick at them. 

“What!” Will exclaimed, “everyone was thinking it!” He looked over to Elena and gave her one of his signature winks.

Frankie shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned forward and stared into the fire. He flipped them both off, which drew a laugh out of them, before glancing at her. She had resumed the same position she was in before he disturbed her. His heart ached to reach out again, to talk to her, but he knew she'd put those walls back up - protecting herself from everyone and everything. He glanced at her before looking across the fire at Pope and Rae who gave him a sympathetic look. 

Rae stood up and walked over to Elena. "I need help in the kitchen," she said.

As if she was on autopilot, she stood up and followed Rae back into the house. As soon as the door was closed Will leaned forward. "What the fuck happened today?"

Frankie looked over at David and Carla before looking back at Will. "I'm not going to talk about it in front of her brother," he said.

Will and Tom both grinned at him. "I'm sure David can handle it."

David made a disgusted face and shook his head. "I don't want to hear anything about my sister. As far as I'm concerned, she's becoming a nun."

Carla elbowed him in the ribs. "She's a grown woman."

He shook his head. "I need another beer," he said, walking into the kitchen. 

Frankie looked at Carla, almost pleading with her to leave, and she took the hint. He waited until they were all inside before he started telling them everything. They grinned at him when he was done. "Hey," Will encouraged, "She's just trying to figure things out right now. You showed her that you can give her way more than that fucker, Liam, could ever dream of."

Frankie shook his head. "You don't know them like I do. Whether she will admit it or not, she feels obligated to him. It doesn't matter how good today felt, she'll never leave him."

"Then, why is she so torn up?" Benny asked. "It looks to me like you opened her eyes to a whole lot more than just one of your many skills."

He sighed and slid back in his seat. "I just need to face it. I made a mistake all those years ago and lost her."

Will walked over to him and sat down. "Frankie, for all of our sakes, you can't give up on her. She's not Elena when she's around Liam. She seems smaller, meeker than the vivacious and beautiful woman we know. He's not good for her. You told Pope you 'died to let her breathe', well she's dying with Liam. Your sacrifice was for nothing if you don't do something about it now."

"She forgave you the minute you broke her heart,” Santi added.

Frankie looked between all of them and gave them a small grin. “I want to believe you,” he said, “but something’s preventing me from doing that.”

Tom sighed. “So, when does Liam get in?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Alright, men” he added, “we have jobs to do. Pope, you’ll pick up Liam from the airport with David. Benny, Will, Frankie, and I will go to the Bohannon’s and help set up the yard for the engagement party. Frankie, you’ll find Elena while we are there and do whatever it is you do. Pope when you’re getting close, text one of us. We will extract Frankie and get the fuck out.”

The backdoor opened and Elena and Carla walked out. She took her seat between Frankie and Will, and she seemed almost like a new person. She smiled at him and sat closer than before. “You all look so serious,” she laughed.

Will smiled at her and threw an arm around her. “I’m still looking for a date for David’s wedding,” he laughed, winking at Frankie over her shoulder. 

She laughed and leaned into him. “If Liam never makes it down here...”

“I thought he was coming down tomorrow.”

Elena shrugged. “You know Liam,” she replied, “I’ll be shocked if he’s here by the wedding.” She sheepishly looked over to Frankie who was leaning on his knees, staring into the fire.

“In that case,” he said, and leaned closer to her so only she could hear him, “I think you’ll already be spoken for.” He discreetly motioned for Frankie, and saw her look down and grin. “Do us all a favor, and forget that asshole. We miss seeing you when he’s around.”

“It’s not that simple,” she replied, losing her smile a little. 

Will squeezed her shoulder and stood up. “I think I need another beer. Frankie, you good?”

Frankie looked at his bottle that was almost empty. “I’ll take another,” he said. 

“I guess David is taking me home, then?” She asked, smiling at him.

“That’ll probably be my last one until after I get you home safe.” 

She moved closer to him and he wrapped his arm around her. His chest tightened as he felt her warm body press closer into his. God, how he wished things were different. He wondered what caused her mood to change. What did Rae say to her that made her so comfortable and happy? He looked over at Rae, standing behind Santi with her hand resting on his chest, and gave her a small smile. She tipped her bottle towards him before taking a sip. Whatever she did, he was grateful. She gave him just a few more precious moments with his Luna.

***

“It’ll be a full moon this week,” she said looking up as they stood outside the guest house. 

He smiled as he watched her gaze at the moon. Frankie has never seen a more beautiful site. Her gaze dropped and met Frankie’s and she smiled at him when she realized he’d been watching her instead of the moon. “I had fun today, Frankie.”

His heart raced. “Me too. Even though you did try drowning me.”

She chuckled and looked at him through her thick eyelashes as she moved closer. She rested her hand on his chest and could feel his heart beating fast. “We never got to have that movie marathon you promised me,” she said.

“Do you even have Top Gun here?” He smiled, closing the distance between them just a little more.

“It’s in the main house. I’m sure sneaking in is just as easy as sneaking out.”

He looked at her childhood home behind her and smiled, remembering the times they used to sneak out of the house to run through the fields and star gaze together. He’d hold her hand as she led him to their favorite spot on top of the hill before pulling him down next to her. Elliott would always catch them coming back. Frankie peered down at her, wanting to plant a soft kiss on her lips. But he knew that would ruin the perfect moment. He sighed as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip before turning to the truck. “We both know me following you into the guest house is a terrible idea. I don’t want you to feel any more guilt about what happened earlier today.”

Elena froze as she watched him walk back to the truck. She wasn’t mad, but definitely hurt that he’d leave like that. This time, she ran after him and put her hand on the door to prevent it from opening. “Mi Sol,” she said, “Just come in for a cup of coffee at least.”

He sighed and shook his head. “I have to get up early in the morning so we can get over here to help Mamá set up for Thursday.”

“Then just sleep on the couch,” she said, almost too fast. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what she’d invited him to do.

He smiled. “You want me to stay the night? Do you really think Liam would be okay with that?”

Elena frowned and knew that if Liam found out, he would be furious. But at this point, she was a grown woman who could make her own decisions. Liam be damned. He couldn’t control who she had and didn’t have in her life. “Liam doesn’t need to know. Besides, we are grown adults. I think we can keep our hands to ourselves. It’s not like we are going to jump each other’s bones the second we walk in.”

He was glad it was dark outside so she couldn’t see his flushed face as well, because that’s exactly what he imagined happening. “Luna…” he looked down at her pleading face. “Fine. I’ll stay for the movie, but I’m not staying the night.

She smiled and bounced towards the house to sneak in and find his favorite movie. He sat on the porch and waited for her as he ran through several scenarios in his head on how this night could go. His ideal scenario was the two of them wrapped up together, tangled in sheets with sweat glistening their bodies and her taste still on his lips. But he refused to put her in another situation she would regret. 

Within a few minutes, she ran back to where he sat with the movie in her hand. “I knew we still had a copy,” she smiled. 

They walked into the foyer and stood there for a minute, staring at each other. Elena handed him the movie. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Why don’t you get the movie and popcorn ready?”

He grinned. “Cualquier cosa para ti, mi Luna.”

She returned his smile and ran up the stairs to shower. The entire time, her mind raced. She thought of all the different ways this night would end: how she wanted it to end, how it should end, and how it probably would end. Earlier that night, Rae made her realize that this hadn’t happened by accident. She was given a second chance with Frankie to see if this was something they both wanted. Liam complicated everything, and Elena knew that she couldn’t stay with someone who controlled her as much as he did. She let the water run down her body as she reflected on the incident on the dock. Elena was confident that Liam never did that for her, and she’d never felt that way with him as she did with Frankie. She could still feel his hands, his mouth, on her body, and she wanted to feel him again. But Liam held a special place in her heart. He was there for her when she felt completely alone, and she couldn’t imagine repaying that kindness with betrayal.

Elena dried herself and slipped on an old shirt and lounge shorts before heading back downstairs to sit with Frankie. He had the movie ready with a bowl of popcorn. She resumed her usual spot and curled up next to him, to which he didn’t argue as they pressed play on the movie. They didn’t breathe a word the whole movie, but instead enjoyed each other’s company. 

As the credits began to roll, she looked up at him. She could feel the love pouring out of him as he gazed back at her. She smiled and curled closer to him. Frankie cleared his throat and asked a question he’d been dying to know the answer to. “Why him?”

She sat up and looked at Frankie. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath and frowned. “On the dock today, after we… well, you know. You said Liam never did that for you. To me that sounds like he’s more concerned with his needs.”

Elena instantly grew embarrassed. Her face flushed and suddenly she was extremely hot. She shrugged. “Our relationship isn’t built on sex,” she replied.

Frankie nodded and tried to find a way to understand, and he could only come up with one explanation. He tried to hide his chuckle as he thought about it. 

“What?”

He looked at her. “If I say it, you’ll get pissed.”

She crossed her arms. “Say it.” 

“I feel like you said that, because the sex isn’t good. He probably comes first every time.”

Elena slugged Frankie in the arm, hard. “You’re right, I am pissed, asshole.”

He laughed a little more, and then grew more serious as he rubbed his shoulder. “I don’t want to be right, mi Luna. You deserve someone who will take care of you the way you should be.”

She looked down at her lap and silently agreed. She never felt like she was a partner in her and Liam’s relationship. He wore the metaphoric pants in and out of the bedroom.

“I can tell you’re unhappy,” he whispered, putting his hand under her chin.

“He’s never betrayed me, Frankie.”

Her soft words cut him deep. She was clinging to Liam because he was at least loyal to her. Even though her argument was weak, it still stung: Frankie’s mistake coming back to bite him. “Why did you ask me to stay?” He asked, suddenly confident she was close to her breaking point.

Elena tensed up at the question, but was steadfast. She was not about to let him win. “I miss you in my life. We were closer than most people, and that connection is something I’ve sincerely missed.”

He shook his head and stood up. “I can’t accept that as an answer. Admit it, you’re just as curious as I am if this would work out.”

“I will always wonder if this would have worked out. But now I’m trying to enjoy the time I have with one of my best friends before he disappears for another ten years.”

“Friends? Friends don’t know the way the other tastes,” he blatantly replied, knowing that would stir something in her.

She huffed and crossed her arms, refusing to admit he was right. 

“Friends don’t make out on the dock feeling each other up. Friends don’t express their long forgotten romantic feelings that they still harbor.”

She’d had enough. “Friends don’t abandon each other.”

He stopped and looked at her. “Luna,” he said, “I’m trying to prove to you that I’m not going anywhere. I came back for you. As much as I knew it was a terrible idea, I let Santi talk me into coming. I had to see you.”

“And what’s going to happen in six months when you’re gone again for God knows how long?”

He dropped his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I won’t be leaving anytime soon. Not unless I’m called back for my hearing.”

Elena froze and looked at him. “Your hearing?”

Frankie sighed and looked at her. “I wish I could say I made Pops proud, but I fucked up. I’ve made more mistakes than I can count, and that includes losing you.”

“What happened, mi Sol?” She asked, reaching for his hand.

He refused to look at her, because he knew the second she learned about his past sins, all hope of him getting her back would be gone. “I failed a drug test.”

Her heart sank, but she held on to his hand and waited for him to finish. 

“I had cocaine in my system, and they took my license.”

She lightly squeezed his hand. “Cocaine?”

He nodded and looked up at her. He didn’t see judgement or fear in her eyes, but instead patience. “I’m not an addict,” he quickly added. “I just did it a few times recreationally, and they sprung a surprise test on us a few months back. My case is currently under review, but I can’t fly. And, based on my luck, they’ll keep my license.”

Elena sighed and looked at him. She didn’t have a response for him; a way to make it better. She knew getting that license meant to him and how he wanted to make her father proud of him. Her heart broke for him. She knew this should be a red flag and she should run, but something deep down stopped her. She could tell he was telling the truth. He wasn’t an addict. He just made a stupid decision that possibly ruined his career. Elena held onto his hand tighter. “Frankie,” she began.

He pulled his hand from hers and turned away, unable to look at her anymore. “I know what you must think, and you’re right. I am a fuck up.”

She shook her head. “No, Frankie. You just made a mistake.” She stood up and wrapped her arms around him from behind. 

“He would be so disappointed in me.”

Elena rested her head on his back, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly relax under her touch. “Yes,” she agreed, “he would, but do you know what else he’d do? He’d tell you to dust yourself off and figure out a way to get that license back. He loved you like a son, and he would support you regardless.”

Frankie turned around in her arms to face her, giving her a small grin. “You’re amazing,” he softly said.

She blushed. “I didn’t do anything.”

He held her close to him. “I think you should go upstairs. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She looked at her watch. “Frankie, it’s late. At least stay on the couch. There are extra blankets in the hall closet.”

He hesitated for a minute, looking from the stairs to her. He knew that he wouldn’t get any sleep that night. Frankie shook his head at her. “I’ll see you in the morning, mi Luna.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before walking past her. 

She stood in the living room unsure about most of her feelings. Elena heard the truck start, and she rushed to the window to see him sitting in his truck with his hands running through his hair as his hat sat on the dashboard. He couldn’t bring himself to leave, and she felt her heart race. Part of her wanted to run out to him and the other part wished he’d storm back in. The longer she spent with Frankie, the more she could feel herself slipping away from Liam, from her life in New York. She saw the truck lurch forward and her heart broke just a little as she watched him drive away. Elena walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine as she ran through the same thoughts she was sure Frankie dealt with only moments before. As she walked upstairs, she turned one last time to look at the door, hoping he’d come bursting back through any minute. Much to her disappointment, he never came.

***

She was working outside, helping her mother in the backyard, moving furniture and pulling weeds in the garden, when the guys showed up. Pope had volunteered to ride with David to pick up Liam from the airport while the rest of them helped Antonio with some yard work/heavy lifting that Gloria had assigned them. She peered over her shoulder at Will, who had tossed a clump of dirt at her as he walked up. “Watch yourself, Miller,” she laughed, “I’m armed with garden shears.”

He smiled and raised an eyebrow at her. “You don’t scare me, little sister.”

She approached him and wrapped a sweaty arm around his waist. “I hope you brought more muscle with you than this. Antonio is going to need all the help he can get.”

He rolled his eyes and flexed his arm. “You mean this? I don’t think you have to worry about it.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself there, Ironhead,” Frankie laughed behind him. 

Elena grinned at Frankie, noticing him taking in the sight of her. She was in a tight tank top and short shorts. She’d dressed this way on purpose, trying to provide herself with a little entertainment while she worked. And, just as expected it worked. He almost tripped over some cobblestones at the sight of her. “Oh, and you’re much better.”

“I just might be,” his mouth went instantly dry. 

She shook her head and walked back to the garden. “There’s not enough room in the garden for my plants and your egos.”

Will threw an arm around Frankie and led him to the barn with the rest of the guys. “We’ll be wanting that iced tea soon, ‘Lena.”

She flipped them off and laughed as she watched them leave. Gloria joined her in the garden and smiled. “It’s nice to see Frankie happy again,” she said.

“Mama,” she said, “don’t start. Liam will be here in a couple of hours.”

Gloria let out a disgruntled sigh and shook her head. “I’ll never understand, mija.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

She held her hands up in defeat. “Alright, if you don’t want me to say anything, I won’t. It’s your life. Do as you please.”

“Thank you,” she said in a sarcastic tone. 

Carla walked out to the garden. “Gloria,” she said, “my mother is on the phone and wants to talk to you.”

She followed her back into the house while Elena continued working in peace in the backyard. It only took an hour more before she got the garden looking perfect. She wiped her sweaty forehead with the back of her arm and walked inside to grab a drink. There was a tray of iced tea on the counter, and so she picked it up to take to the guys. 

She could hear them arguing the closer she got to the barn. Benny was the one talking at Frankie, and so she clung to the side, eavesdropping. “Frankie, seriously, go out there and help her in the garden. Pope is trying to stall Liam as much as possible. We can only buy you so much time.”

“It’s over,” he said, tossing something on the ground, “Liam’s here. He’s in Texas. The minute he gets here she will run into his arms and it’ll all be over.”

She heard Tom clear his throat. “We’ve been saying for days now. She is not happy with Liam. You know it too. We can see it on her face every time you’re around that she’s starting to see it too. Why do you think she was so upset about yesterday?”

They all think I’m miserable? She thought to herself. Elena was suddenly annoyed with them.

“Mijo,” Antonio added, “If I have to watch her brother walk her down the aisle and give her away to Liam, I will personally stand up and object. I can’t watch her end up with that cabrón. I won’t do that to Elliott’s memory.”

She felt a twinge in her chest at Antonio’s sudden outburst. She thought, if anyone, he’d support her; even out of respect that he was her step-father.

“I’ve done everything I could,” Frankie said, moving something else, “I’ve told her that I’ve loved her since the beginning and that there is no one else for me.”

“Okay, but you were the dumbass that came home last night,” Benny said.

“Exactly,” Will added, “she gave you an open invitation to stay the night, Catfish. How you turned that down is beyond me.”

“Because I knew she would have hated herself after it. Just like she did after the dock,” he sighed.

“Jesus Christ,” Will mumbled, “She hated herself because she enjoyed it.”

Elena gripped the tray of drinks tighter and walked in, clearing her throat. They all snapped to attention, and Frankie didn’t meet her gaze. He prayed that she didn’t hear any of that as she walked over to them with their drinks. Elena smiled at them and tried to act casual. “Don’t worry, Will, I spit in yours,” she weakly smiled.

“Ah, yes. The secret ingredient. Extra love,” he laughed.

She winked at him and passed out the drinks. “Frankie,” she said, “I need help moving the patio furniture. Would you mind?”

He took a giant swig from his glass. “Of course not. I’ll be right there.”

She smiled at him and turned to leave the barn. Will nudged him. “She heard every damn word,” he said, “otherwise she would have asked Benny. He’s her bitch when it comes to needing help.”

“She feeds me,” Benny laughed.

Frankie shook his head and finished his tea. He ran after her and saw her on the patio, trying to move a picnic table. He rushed over and grabbed the other side. “Thanks,” she said, looking at him.

He smiled at her. “How much did you hear?” he asked, sheepishly.

She dusted her hands off on her shorts and looked up at him. “I walked up at about the time Benny told you to man up.”

His face instantly grew red as he looked over at her. “I’m…”

She started pulling tables out of the basement to line the patio with for the food. “I wish things were that simple,” she said in reference to what she heard, “but they’re not. The more time we spend together, the more I never want it to end. But the second you’re gone I am reminded of the life I built for myself in New York City. I built it. Me. All by myself. It’s the life I’ve always wanted, and the second you walk back in I realize that something’s missing. I wish there was a way for me to clear my head and think straight; figure out what exactly it is that I want in life, because ever since you came back my world has been turned on its head.”

He grabbed her hand. “Let’s go somewhere,” he said.

“Where?”

“Just trust me.” He smiled at her as he pulled her away from the house. 

He led her to the fence and hopped over, before helping her over. They walked along the fence line for several yards before reaching the base of a hill that they began to climb. She smiled as she realized they were going to their favorite spot to sneak to at night. They would lay on the ground and look up at the stars. Frankie would tell her all about how one day he would become a pilot and how he’d soar so high he’d touch the moon. She’d make him promise that no matter where they wound up, they’d still look up at the moon every night so they could still be together. Sometimes they’d fall asleep on the hillside, only to wake up when the sun started to peak over the horizon, rushing them back to the house before the rest of the family woke up. 

They ran up the side of the hill, finding it much harder than when they were kids, until they reached their spot. Frankie pulled her down next to him and they stretched out on the grass. She laid on her back and he balanced himself on his forearm as he gazed down at her. “Luna,” he said, after he managed to catch his breath, “I can’t make you make a decision or leave everything you worked so hard for. All I can do is tell you how I wish everyday that I’d wake up next to you, because everyday I wake up I know there’s something missing. You are what’s missing because I fucked up all those years ago. I lost precious time with you instead of being the man I should have been.”

He moved a piece of stray hair off her face and lightly ran his fingers down her cheek and then neck, until his hand rested on her side. He stared down at her, waiting for her to say something, but instead she rested her hand on his cheek and smiled at him. “I can’t just leave all of that behind,” she said, her voice cracking, “I have my restaurant, plans for my future that are all tied to New York.”

He rolled back on his back and sighed. “I remember when we were kids and we thought we’d never change. We’d always be together, even if it was by staring at the moon. We felt invincible, thinking it would always be like that - never ending.”

Elena moved closer to him and looked up at the clouds. “We had no idea we’d end up going separate ways that would lead to this. Now all that’s left are scars and torn up photographs.”

Frankie laid there with his eyes closed and his arm around Elena as he pictured them as teenagers in the same spot, sharing their dreams for the future; neither of them ever apart in their fantasies. If only he could go back and stop himself. He rolled back over to look down at her. “‘Lena, if you can tell him you are honestly, truly happy with Liam and the life you’ve made in New York - I mean really make me believe you - I will drop it. I’ll go back to my life and let you live yours.”

“I don’t want you out of my life, mi Sol,” she pleaded, resting her hand on his cheek again.

He shook his head. “I can’t be in your life the way you’d want me to, unless it’s the same way as me. So, please, just answer the question. Are you utterly happy with your life?”

She looked into his eyes and suddenly lost all train of thought. She couldn’t think of an answer to give him. The natural response should have been yes, but in that moment she was unsure. She didn’t know if she was happy, confused, or just miserable. “I-I don’t know, Frankie.”

Frankie felt his heart stop as he closed the distance just a little between them. “That’s not an answer. It should be an easy question for you if you’re happy.”

She shrugged. “Well, your sudden appearance in my life has seemed to complicate things.” Her hand involuntarily moved to his shirt, pulling him even closer.

Their lips were so close they could almost feel each other. Just as Frankie closed the remaining gap between them and he tasted her sweet lips, he heard, “Fish!” from down the hills.

He sighed and looked up. He saw Benny running up the hill towards them. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. “What do you want, Benny?”

“We gotta go,” he said.

Frankie took a deep breath and looked down at Elena. “Liam’s here,” he added.

Elena felt her heart stop. Suddenly terror rushed through her veins as she tried to find a way to explain the whole situation. She knew it was unavoidable: the second she and Liam were alone later tonight, they’d have the biggest fight of their relationship.

They both stood and dusted the grass off their clothes as they quickly followed Benny back to the house. They’d made it into the backyard just in time for David’s car to pull up. Elena’s heart raced faster with each step she heard coming through the house. Her stomach dropped as she heard the screen door open and slam shut behind him. She looked up at the deck and saw Liam standing there, smiling down at her. It was almost like he hadn’t seen Frankie at all. She and Frankie exchanged worried glances as Liam made his way down the stairs, dressed in his usual business casual attire that he always adorned for his plane rides. He used to tell her, “you never know when you’ll meet a future associate.” Whereas, she was always content with her leggings and t-shirts when she traveled alone. 

Liam slowly approached her and pulled her into a tight embrace. Frankie suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. The pressure was building to a point that he wasn’t sure he was able to control it, but he managed to keep it under wraps for her. He almost lost it when he watched Liam’s hands travel down her body and cup her, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her deeply. Benny instinctively wrapped his arm around Frankie’s shoulder, just to play it off as brotherly. But Frankie knew he was doing it to keep him from exploding. Finally, when he came up for air, Liam looked down at Elena with a wide smile on his face. “I’ve missed you so much,” he said, “the apartment hasn’t felt the same since you got on that damn plane.”

She looked up at him and feigned a smile. “It’s about damn time you got here,” she said, “I was beginning to wonder if Will was going to be my date to the wedding.”

Liam shot a glance over at Will, who was slowly walking up from the barn. “I would hope he’d know to keep his hands off you.”

The way Liam said that made Frankie’s blood boil. It was almost possessive, and he felt like it was a challenge. He wanted to walk straight over to Liam and rip her away from him, free her from his dominating presence. Will glared at him and grinned. “You know I’d be respectful enough to wait until after she was tired of your sorry ass,” he said with a laugh, trying to play off his blatant insult as a joke.

He pulled her closer to him, wrapping an arm tight around her shoulders. Frankie was growing more tense as he could see the discomfort in her eyes. Liam was holding her just a little too tight. Frankie was balling and unballing his fists to help himself remain cool, and his method was slowly failing him.  Elena tried to push away from Liam a little bit, but he firmly held her in place. 

“Where’s Redfly at?” Liam snidely asked. “It’s been a while since the whole gang got together.”

“Tom,” Benny replied, correcting him, “is in the barn helping Antonio. But I’m sure you’ve heard us mention our other brother, Frankie here.”

Finally the ice was broken. Benny, the bastard, decided to do it for everyone. Liam tensed up, and held Elena closer even more so; if that was even possible. Frankie took a deep breath and bore a hole through Liam’s skull with his gaze. “Liam,” he coldly said, extending his hand.

Liam glanced at the gesture and ignored it. “Frankie.”

He turned Elena away and walked with her towards the guest house where David was dropping off Liam’s things. She tried to look back at the guys, but he held her close to him so she couldn’t. Frankie let out an aggravated sigh as he stared between Benny and Will. He waited for Santi and Tom to join them before he let loose. “If he doesn’t keep his hands off her,” he growled, “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

Translations

Cualquier cosa para ti. - Anything for you.

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Rose-Colored Boy | Part Two

Paring: Mark Tuan | Reader

Genre/Rating: Friends to Lovers |  Fluff, Smut (later on), Slight Angst

Warning: Language

Summary: Working as a Nurse, Y/N's favorite pastime is getting lost in her favorite online game with her online gamer squad. After 2 years of online banter, Y/N finally gets the chance to get closer to and meet her online friend, Mark Tuan. With many things in common and the same twisted sense of humor, one thing still remains a mystery: Mark's career that causes him to constantly travel out of the country. Still, Y/N decides to take a chance on what could be more than just friendship and meets Mark for the first time. (New Summary thanks to a friend)

Part One // Part Two // Part Three 

It wasn’t hard to find Mark’s apartment building. Forty-five minute subway ride and a five minute walk was all it took to get from your place to his. What was hard was trying to stay calm the whole train ride into his part of town. Being so calm when saying “yes”,but freaking as you’re doing it was starting to drive you insane. As you stood in front of the fancy as fuck apartment building, questions started to flow through your head; What does he do for a living? Are his roommates going to be there? Is he hot? Hot?! That shouldn’t even matter. You weren’t on your way to a blind date. You were just meeting up with a friend. A friend that you have no idea what he looks like or if he is even an adult. Another wave of panic started to wash over you at the thought of Mark not being who he said. Your fingers started to shake as you punched in the apartment number he had given to you.

“Hello?” You knew it was his voice right away. It did nothing to calm your nerves, so when he repeated himself for a third time, you finally answered.

“Hi, it’s Y/N.” It sounded as if he let go a sigh of relief. Instead of replying, the door buzzed open and you went right in. Walking right to the elevator, you followed the directions and went to his floor. Once the elevator doors opened you couldn’t make yourself leave the box. Your finger hovered over the open doors button. Crazy, this was crazy. He wasn’t a full stranger, but you couldn’t tell your body to behave. You needed to snap out of it and slapping your cheeks and cursing yourself seemed to wake you up enough to exit.

“You got this. You’re cool, calm, and a badass.” That was the mantra you repeated to yourself as your hand lifted to the bell and next thing you knew, you heard the locks of the door start to turn. Were you breathing? Didn’t feel like it. Your eyes felt like they were seeing everything and nothing at the same time as a blond head poked out of the door.

“You’re here.” The now smiling face said to you. Was this Mark? Or was this one of his roommates? Either way, you nodded, and he opened the door further for you to enter the nicest apartment you’ve ever seen in your life. This was a vast difference from your studio.

Once the door closed you turned and noticed that he was looking nervous, his hands shoved into jean pockets and his hoodie almost swallowed him, but a small smile was tugging at the corners of his lips.

“So… hi,” he muttered. The distance between the two of you was still more than 5 feet and you weren’t in a rush to close it. Your stomach was in knots and it was something you wish would go away.

“Y/N, say something, please. I’m going crazy wondering what’s going on in that head of yours.” His tone slightly frustrated.

“Um, you didn’t mention that you were rich. Are you a silver spoon kid?” You questioned while looking around at the nice leather furniture and what you could only assume was expensive artwork on the walls.

The mention of money had him running a hand through his highlighted hair. On a closer inspection, you could tell the blond was tinged with a fading purple. Interesting color choice.

“I’m far from rich. Just, hardworking. Umm…” You could tell he was unsure of what to say or do next. Both of you were in the same boat and you hated it. This was the person that you spent countless hours gaming and texting, it shouldn’t be this awkward.

“Do you have water or something to drink?” Before the full sentence was out your mouth, Mark was breezing pass and heading towards what you assumed was the kitchen. He returned in a matter of seconds with a bottle, untwisting and handing it over with a shy smile.

Muttering a thanks, you concentrated harder than necessary on drinking. The distance was almost nonexistent now since Mark hadn’t taken a step back yet.

“I ended up getting that keyboard I showed you.” His comment was random and it took you a second to realize he had actually spoke. Keyboard? You sprinted through your memories to understand what the hell he was talking about.

Suddenly like the typical light bulb going off, a text conversation between the two of you from last week came to mind and you groaned.

“I told you that was crappy! Why did you waste your money on it when there are better gaming keyboards on the market?”

“It glows to the imperial march. How could I not?” His smile was prominent and you wanted to just punch him to make it go away.

“That is the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard and I deal with fanboys on a regular.”

Mark laughed and went to grab said keyboard. You stepped to follow, but you thought better of it. Feeling a little more comfortable, you took a seat on the large sectional couch and sipped at your water.

Questions started to arise again. What did he do for a living or was it that his roommates were well off? What were you guys gonna do today? When would this awkwardness go away, so you could hang with the guy you’ve gotten to know?

Mark came back and fell to the couch next to you and shoved his new toy into your lap.

“Now tell me this isn’t the sexiest thing you’ve ever held in your hands.”

“I can confidently say this is not the sexiest thing I’ve held and you’re insane.”

He pouted at you and you couldn’t help but laugh at the boyish look on his model ready face. Who knew this was the guy you cursed out on a daily basis for messing up in the game?

“Anyway, since you’ve hurt my feelings. I was wondering if you wanted to play with me. I got a beta version of the soon-to-be released Anarchy of the Dead 2. You down?” He seemed more nervous than when you first arrived, but the mention of gaming together, something you were used to, made your grin take over your face.

“Am I a better gamer than you? That’s a yes, by the way, but I didn’t bring my laptop with me.”

“That’s fine, I have a spare I’m sure you’ll find acceptable.” He ran off to what you could assume was his room and came back with two laptops under his arm. Mark set up in the living room and the both of you leaned against the couch side by side and started the marathon of playing.

You didn’t even realize four hours had passed before your neck started to cramp up. Once you started rolling, Mark looked over and next thing you knew, one of his hands was rubbing out a tense part at the crook of your shoulder and neck. The sudden touch had you flinching and his hands left your bare skin almost as quick as they were there.

“So so sorry! I wasn’t thinking. We just met and I’m basically molesting your neck.” He apologized profusely. It was true that your flinch came more from the shock of having someone touch you, but it wasn’t from who was doing the touching. Maybe it was the past four hours that eased the awkwardness, but it felt as if things were just as if we were playing in your own rooms. Also, the pleasure that came from his skilled hands overrode any residual shock.

“No, it’s okay. You can keep going with your cold fingers.” You joked to ease his worry that he crossed the line.

“Better?” He asked with a chuckle when a small moan slipped from your lips after he went back to work.

“I know how you became rich. You give massages to old rich women and they pay you for your magic fingers and pretty flower boy face.” You muttered, your eyes shut and leaning into his rough, but needed touch.

His chuckle turned into a higher pitch laugh and you found yourself joining right in. Mark stopped his impromptu massage and paused both of your games, placing them to the side.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” The tone seemed to shift and it put you on edge. Maybe you shouldn’t have brought up money again. It seemed to make him sensitive.

“Sure…” It was hard not to feel like something was about to shift from the good time that you were having.

“Um, when I opened the door… did you not, ugh. I don’t know how to word this.” You could tell he was feeling flustered. You wanted to ease the tension in the air.

“Don’t be a little bitch, just say it.” You joked with him. When playing with him, you always ended up cursing at him in some way.

His lips twitched and he took a deep breath. “You didn’t recognize me, did you?”

Recognize him? How could you recognize him if this was the first time you were meeting?

“No. Was I supposed to?”

Mark’s eyes shot up to yours and his hands landed on your shoulders. It was if he was inspecting your face for anything other than the truth you just spoke.

“Dude, you’re worrying me. What’s gotten into you?” You didn’t know how to explain it, but Mark’s face changed and he seemed more at ease.

“Nothing. You seemed so nervous earlier, I was wondering if it was because you had seen me before and didn’t want to tell me.” Mark, your friend was back and for a moment you were shaken up at the sudden shift.

Before you could respond the sound of the keypad being pressed and the door opening distracted you both. Mark immediately jumped and ran to the hallway, probably to see who it was. You wanted to follow him, but thought better of it. It was his house after all. Picking up the laptop, you tried to look and act natural, but the voices started to flow from their location.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be at the studio all night.”

“Yeah, but I got tired. Why?”

“Uhh, I have company…”

“You do?!”

With that, you heard footsteps hurry toward the room and before you had time to process what was happening, a tall figure was standing above you with a smirk covering his lips. Tall was an understatement, this guy was 70% all legs. You peered around him and saw Mark behind shaking his head and immediately you assumed this was one of his roommates.

“Hi… I’m Y/N.” Finally standing, you could see how tall this guy really was. It was a little intimidating to say the least.

“Yugyeom, the groupmate. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your brow raised as you tried to meet Mark’s wandering eyes. Group-mate? Did he mean roommate?. “Good things I hope?”

“From what this one says you’re the best one on his squad and that everyone else is scared of you.” Yugyeom boasted and that made you swell with pride. You weren’t sure if it was because Mark had obviously talked about you to his roommate or because he acknowledged your gaming skills.

“Well, he isn’t wrong. Do you play? Maybe you can see for yourself. We were just playing.” You turned to the abandoned laptops, but before you could go grab one, Mark stepped in.

“We were taking a break. Aren’t you just stopping home for a second anyway?” Something felt off between the interactions between the two roommates. You could tell that Mark felt uncomfortable, but it made no sense that Yugyeom would be the cause since they both lived here.

“You’re right. I need to head back for dance practice.” Yugyeom explained after shooting some daggers at Mark with his eyes.

“You’re a dancer? What kind?” He didn’t seem like a ballerina. Or was it boy ballerina? Though with those long legs, you could picture him doing something athletic.

Mark looked like he was about to say something, but Yugyeom got in first. “An idol dancer. I’m part of the group GOT7, with this one here. Didn’t he tell you?” He looked actually confused that you had no clue.

An idol? You looked from the two of them and then your eyes started to pick up on things. There were pictures hung with Mark and six other guys. Your eyes flew over to the bookcase and you saw what looked like awards placed on the shelves.

“You’re a… you mean you…” Words were hard as you tried to recall every conversation and interaction you’ve had with Mark over the last 2 years.

“Y/N, let me explain.” Mark came to stand next to you, but your body, acting on its own, took a step back. You weren’t scared, but you did need a moment. Stupidity and embarrassment threatened to take center stage, and you were trying to save yourself from either emotion.

“Oh, you didn’t know. My bad…” Yugyeom apologized as he started to back out of the room. But, it was as if he wasn’t even there anymore. Once your eyes met with Mark’s you could see the worry behind them.

Your own emotions were all over the place. He’s been an online friend for years, of course there were things that you didn’t tell each other, but being famous feels like a huge omission. Details that seemed little and insignificant at the time, were being shined on in new light. Mark’s traveling and months away. All the times he would be around but then ghost you out of nowhere. Times when you worried over hurting his feelings, was he just away on TV or tour?

Popular music really wasn’t your forte. You didn’t keep up with current groups and bands outside of the ones that make their way on the news, but between work and school before, it wasn’t something that kept your interest. The last thing you expected was your online friend to be a member of one of these idol groups.

The sound of the door closing brought you out from the depths of your thoughts and Mark just stood there. It felt as if you were looking at a stranger. Was everything he shared with you a lie? A game him and his famous friends created?

“Y/N…I…” he started to speak, but you held up your hands and turned around to grab your bag.

“Don’t. I can’t be here right now.” With that, you pushed past Mark. You’re only goal was to get out of that apartment as quick as possible. Your mind felt as if it was in shambles while you rode the elevator down to the lobby. Your flight vs. fight instinct kicked in and flight clearly won.The feelings were so strong, it wasn’t until you were outside that you realized your shoes were in your hands and bare feet on the pavement.

Home was the only place you wanted to be, the only place you could organize what just happened. Crap, being catfished by a celebrity is not as glamorous as one would think.

A/N: Thank you for the response! Here is chapter 2. I don't really have a upload schedule but I'll try to not keep it too far in between updates. Thank you to my beta and pre-readers for helping me with this one!

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CHAPTER 10

Talia’s POV

I stared at the TV, repeatedly snacking on Pringle’s as I found myself a Star Wars marathon. As I took a mental break from all the pew pews, I sat in my car and smoked. “I hate sand…” I quoted to myself, stealing another swig of scotch. I decided I’d just buy him another bottle. I laid out on the driver’s side, staring at the stars, my body feeling rooted to my seat. I had music playing on the radio again. I was always listening to music, all the time, wherever and whenever. Then a song came on that reminded me of Sam. It’s My Life by Talk Talk. I could almost hear him singing along as he would cook some kick ass fried fish. I remembered it being delicious and perfectly crispy on the outside, hot and juicy on the inside, seasoned just right- “I’M FUCKING STARVING!” I stated loudly to absolutely no one. Then I got a tap on my window. I sat up startled only to be met with my Godmother’s curious brown gaze and warm tight lipped grin. I took a deep breath and rolled down my window with a smile. “Heeeeeeey Barbie….”

“Hey kiddo.” She smirked, knowing fully well I was on cloud9 by now. “I went to look for you in your room but you weren’t there. James is watching the kids and I figured maybe you’d want to grab something to eat.”

My eyes grew as big as saucers. “YES. PLEASE.” I moaned. With a chuckle she jingled her keys.

“We’ll take my car. I don’t trust you to drive right now.” She commented, backing up to her silver car. I pouted as I tried my best to climb out of my Jeep without falling.

“But I’m good at it…” I whined.

“I’m sure you are.” She laughed as I got into her car.

“Sorry if I smell really loud right now. I tried to air out some.”

“It’s not too bad. So what are you hungry for?” She asked me, pulling up google maps.

“Well considering I drank almost an entire bottle of top shelf scotch, is that Irish pub still open? That hangover burger with extra fries is calling out to me from the void…”

“O’Mally’s it is then.” She giggled as she put her car in drive.

We sat at our table as a waiter came to our aid with menus. He asked us what we wanted to drink and my drunk self gave him my entire order. My Godmother burst into laughter at my behavior before gathering the menus to give them back to the waiter, placing her order as well. With that, the waiter left to grab our drinks. I rested my head in my hands as I looked around, the soccer game on the TV behind the bar, a stage for bands to perform, and a wall of prop books. Then my gaze landed on my Godmother. I couldn’t exactly read her expression but I knew she was getting ready to say something. So I beat her to the punch. “So why bring me to dinner to talk?”

“I can’t just treat my goddaughter to dinner?” She chuckled, I narrowed my eyes at her.

“I may be under the influence but I can still tell when something’s up.” I said closing my eyes. She smiled at me as the waiter brought our drinks to the table and disappeared.

“Your Godfather came home to talk to me today at lunch.” She began and I groaned in annoyance. “He’s concerned about you.”

“I don’t know why! I’m very happy and I’m a grown woman. I can make my own decisions. He doesn’t get to decide who I date or spend my time with.”

“And I agree. When I went to get you earlier, you were video calling him and I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I was around long enough to hear you singing to him….” she poked my arm with a smirk. And I began to blush. “And to hear him say ‘I love you’?!” We both burst into a fit of girlish giggles. “Contrary to what your Godfather feels, I don’t think you’re in any trouble but I do want to voice something.”

“Yes?” I sipped my sweet tea in anticipation.

“James doesn’t know the details of exactly what it is Sam does for a living. I do… and I know you’ve been training yourself to go on jobs with him. That’s where my concern lies. Sam is a great guy but what he does is very dangerous. And you’re not exactly the adrenaline junky type.”

“No I’m not. But there’s something my life has been missing and that’s….spontaneity and adventure.” I began. “I’ve never left the country before. And while I’ve been sitting around getting high and drunk all the time to feel numb, he’s been seeing so much of the world. I wanna see that too. My training isn’t for Sam. It’s for myself. I failed as a dancer. Now I’m teaching kids who don’t know left from right yet and playing in a band that’s going nowhere further than a garage. I feel so unfulfilled and this treasure hunting thing is gonna start a whole new life for me.”

“I see the appeal of it. I really do. It’s just…. I’ve patched Sam up before. His injuries are almost fatal sometimes. I can’t even tell you how many bullets I’ve dug out of the man! The amount of stitches…. and the thought of you being shot at doesn’t feel very good. I don’t want you to end up on my table at work one night...”

“So then trust me. Trust that I know what I’m doing. I’m never gonna be able to do it if no one lets me!”

“I see…” she said nodding. She tapped her beer bottle with her fingernails and looked off somewhere.

“And for the record, I was gonna go through with it whether anyone approved or not. It’s my decision…” I mumbled. When I looked up briefly, she donned an impressed expression. With that, she raised her bottle to me.

“Then let's toast to it.” She grinned.

“To life without limits.” I managed to say. We clinked glasses and sipped our drinks before I took a deep sigh. Just then, a hot plate with a fat burger was placed before me. “I’m starving!” I growled, decorating my burger with a bit of black pepper and ketchup. The Hangover burger. Easily my favorite burger. A thick meat patty topped with bacon, hash browns, and a sunny side up egg with lettuce and onion. I placed the toasted bun atop the burger and bit into it immediately. How I even had the figure I did was beyond me. I ate terribly all the time. But I always hoped that my workouts would counteract my weight gain. I suddenly began to feel horrible. But the burger was so good that I decided to push away my self conscious drunk thoughts.

“Jesus girl!” My Godmother chuckled as she smacked on her fries and onion rings. “I do have another question though. Girl to girl….. what’s he like?” She asked and I damn near choked on my burger.

“I’m sorry, what?” I laughed.

“What’s he like? I mean… how is he?” She whispered to me, wiggling her eyebrows and I cackled. My Godmother was adorable on all fronts. I blushed as I bit into a fry.

“Romantically…. he’s the sweetest… he asks the most pure things of me sometimes and I’m not used to it. Sexually?.....” I began to grin perversely, thoughts of being with him running through my head. I laughed dramatically and hysterically before groaning. “God I can wait for him to get home.” And with that, she nodded.

“Ok that’s all I need to know.” She chuckled.

We chatted all night and the conclusion was that she supported Sam and I as long as I looked out for myself. Then she drove me home. I sighed as we pulled into the driveway. It was official. Barbara was the much cooler Godparent. “I’ll keep him off your ass as much as I can. Overall, enjoy him for the rest of us.” She chuckled before going inside. As the wind blew, I wrapped my arms around me, following her into our shared home.

“Goodnight, Godfather.” I called courteously at him as he smoked his cigar silently on his bedroom balcony.

“Sleep tight, Talia.” He said as my godmother entered the room. She winked at me before closing the door.

As I entered my room, I began to sigh. I picked up my phone and began to message Anais.

Me: sooo he said he loved me…

Anna: WUT?!

#uncharted 4 #sam drake x reader smut #sam drake #samuel drake x reader #samuel drake #uncharted smut #uncharted #sam drake fanfiction #uncharted x reader #sam drake smut

[artificialqueens]

I'm going to help you, I promise [Branjie] - Anonymous

AN This is the same day Brooke opened up about her anxiety with showing her feelings to Ru. Vanjie comes to visit her after because she doesn’t talk the whole van ride home. The characters are real but the stories obviously aren’t. Pronouns change throughout just cause. TW for panic attacks and self harm.

Vanessa got in for the day, and quickly as she could showered and got in her sweats. Worried sick about Brooke she took no time in sneaking out of her hotel room and round. Luckily by this point security had lessened up, knowing that the girls wouldn’t try anything. As she climbed the stairs she to Brooke’s room above she thought of all the things that could be wrong. Was Brooke breaking it off? She couldn’t be surely, she initiated most of it.

As Vanessa got to Brooke’s door she listened to see if she could hear his familiar snores, not wanting to wake him. What she heard instead was a muffled sob, of someone who clearly doesn’t think there’s anyone nearby but know if they cry too loudly the next room will hear.

Knocking the door quietly Vanessa takes a deep breath. A minute passed, then a few more. Fuck it, she decided, opening the door anyway. What she found broke her heart. Brooke was sitting on the floor at the bottom of her bed in just her underwear clutching a pillow to her chest. Her knees tucked up into her, making the 6ft queen look so small. Her body shook with sobs as she tried to gasp for air. Vanessa tried to open her mouth, to say something to comfort her lover but no words seemed to form and all she could feel was shards of glass stabbing her in the chest.

Choosing actions over words Vanessa slowly sat down next to Brooke, and gently touched her arm to let her know she was there. Brooke instantly flinched, then relaxed as she looked up at who it was. Her face was red and blotchy, her chest rising and falling so fast she could’ve just run a marathon. Vanessa pulled her hand up to her chest and placed it on the cold flesh, “copy me baby.” But the more Brooke tried to breathe the harder it felt. Vanessa gave her time, before moving to sit directly opposite Brooke.

“Look at me.” She said softly, “I know it feels like you can’t breathe, and that this will never end but you’re going to be ok. You strong, amazing, beautiful man Brock. You’ve got this, keep trying for me. In.. and out..” Brooke kept trying, pushing through the burn in her lungs. “Well done baby, keep going.” Vanessa reassured her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Keep going.” After a few more minutes Brooke was nearly back to her normal state of breathing, and her tears were falling more gently. The sobbing had stopped and they sat in silence.

“Do you want to talk baby, or get into bed?” Brooke nodded. “Both?” She nodded again. Vanessa stood up first, and Brooke followed, pushing herself up way to quickly. The dizziness caused her to grab hold of the smaller boy, “sorry.” Vanessa smiled, glad that words were coming out of her mans mouth, “it’s ok, come on.” Vanessa let him lay down first, then slotted herself around him, pulling his head onto her chest. The arrangement looked cute at the top half of their bodies, but Vanessa’s feet stopped at Brooke’s calf. Still, Brooke was calm.

“What’s happened baby?” Vanessa asked, rubbing circles on his back to remind him that he is looked after and safe. “Panic attack.” “I know that, do you get them normally?” He nodded. “Usually Nina, or Courtney or someone stops them before they get that bad.” Brooke sighs. It breaks Vanessa even more to know that he’s been sat here on his own trying to fight the panic. “Medications in the red bag, always the first one at the top.” He whispered, making Vanessa feel guilty for that not being her first thought. He always has that red fannypack. “I’m so sorry baby I should have thought.” “No no, thank you. I don’t like taking it, makes me sleepy. No one ever stops them like you did then.” He confessed. Brooke feels so much calmer, almost sleepy. Usually Courtney would see him start to panic and quickly give him a pill, which would then make him feel very spaced out. He’d just want to sleep but it wouldn’t come to him, whereas now he could easily drop off in his lovers arms.

Vanessa sighs, and kisses Brooke, more for herself than him. She needed to know that he was ok, and if he’s kissing her then he must be getting back to normal. “Do you want to talk about what caused it?” Brooke dips his head instantly, wanting Vanessa to know everything, but in turn not wanting to burden him or scare him away. “If you want to know.” Brooke says quietly. “Baby I want to know everything about you, the good the bad and the ugly. Although there’s no ugly. But you get my gist.” Brooke chuckles.

“It was a bad day. But it wasn’t. Ru just made me panic earlier. I held it in all day but there’s only so long I can keep it in.” He sighed. “What did he say?” Brooke didn’t realise that Vanjie didn’t see him cry in the work room. “He asked me about my feelings and stuff. I just don’t like letting people in, especially if I know it’s being filmed.” Vanessa smiles at that, “you let me in sometimes.” Brooke sighs, “yeah, it’s cause I love you.” She leans up and kisses her, “I know. I love you too. So why didn’t you say anything? Or take your pills when you got in here.” Fuck, the question Courtney and Nina always ask. ‘Why don’t you take your pills if you know it’s gonna happen?’ Is always Courtney’s response when she sees any new injuries. Well Courtney, Brooke thought, I’d much rather hurt myself than numb it all out. “I usually fix it another way at home.” Brooke sighed. Vanessa furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why she didn’t fix it this time. “How?” Fuck, Brooke thought, can I trust her? Of course you can stop being stupid. “I usually cut myself.” Vanessa lifts her hand to her mouth, taking in a sharp breath. “Brock what?” Vanessa’s eye’s tear up and she grabs Brooke’s hands, turning her arms over. “Where? Why?”

Vanessa start’s crying properly now, not a sobbing cry, a completely heartbroken quiet cry. “Not my arms, I couldn’t, have people see? No no. It stops the panic. I couldn’t find anything today.” She lifts her hands up and wipes Vanessa’s tears, “don’t cry for me Papi, please.” Vanessa looks up, trying to stop her tears. “I just wish I could help.” “You do help! No one has ever got it to stop like that, if I don’t have my medication or I haven’t hurt myself it just keeps going for hours till I pass out.” Vanessa forces a smile. “I’m never leaving your side then.” “You don’t have to watch me ok?” Brooke says. “Brooke Lynn, I will follow you around if it stops you hurting yourself. Can I see? Do I even want to see?” Brooke sighs, “You can, it’s not pretty.” If she doesn’t see she’ll always be curious, and it’s better to see it now that during something more intimate right. Brooke kicks the covers off of herself and sits up on her knees, exposing her thighs to Vanessa, who has never seen them. Brooke always goes behind the screen to pad and then leaves with her tights on covering them. The scars in the low light of Brooke’s room are more shadows, but you can see the individual bumps and the changes in colour from the new ones to the old ones. Vanessa tries not to gasp. “How long?” She asks, “since I was 15” Vanessa clings onto him, burying her head in his neck. “I’m going to help you I promise.” And for the first time, Brooke believes it.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #nina west #courtney conquers #branjie #angst #tw self harm #tw panic attacks #submission #s11 #canon compliant

[71tenseventeen]

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life Too)-18

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

Warnings for sexual content, male pregnancy, non-hockey Sid. Sid and Taylor’s ages have been altered to fit the story.

Perpetual credit to my betas, @queen-alia and @icosahedonist as well as the GC and @ljummen.

Sid’s awake before Geno the next morning, feeling like he hasn’t eaten in days. He’s scrambling eggs when Geno comes shuffling in and tries to take over. “What you doing? You still sick, should be resting. I cook.”

“I can cook some eggs. I’m not that sick.”

Geno doesn’t look convinced and Sid finally sighs and goes to sit at the breakfast bar. “Fine, but I have to do something besides sleep all day. It’s getting old.”

“We find something to do, I’m promise.”

Except “something” turns out to be watching TV quietly on the couch which Sid grumpily tolerates until Geno fluffs a pillow and says nonchalantly, “Should kick back, relax a little,” and Sid is done.

Before he even has a moment to think about it, he’s on his feet flinging away the blanket that Geno had tried to tuck around him and stomping toward the back of the house.

Geno follows, wide eyed. “What you doing?”

“Anything, Geno! I will literally do anything right now that isn’t laying down and resting!”

“Was doctor’s orders!” He follows Sid through the back door and looks on with shock as Sid yanks his shirt off and tosses it to the side, charging towards the pool. “Sid, come on! What you even doing?”

“I,” Sid says, turning with a flourish, “Am going to take a swim. And then, I think I’ll take a walk. Hell, maybe I’ll join a fucking marathon. All I know is I. Am not. Laying down. Anymore!” With that he turns his back on Geno again and stomps down the pool stairs into the water.  

Geno watches from the edge, looking dumbfounded. “If you want to do something so bad could have just say so.”

Sid glares. “I did say so and you ignored me!”

“Only trying to do what doctor say!”

“Yeah, well, I just don’t seem to remember her saying I had to lay down until my brain fucking rots.”

“Don’t you think you being a little dramatic? No one say you have to do that. Just trying to make sure you rest! What so wrong with that?”

Sid narrows his eyes but instead of replying, he sticks his tongue out at Geno and then lets himself float onto his back, eyes drifting shut.

“Oh, that’s nice. So mature, Sid.”

“Can’t hear you! I’m swimming!”

And for a few moments Sid thinks maybe Geno has given up. At least until he feels the splash, tossing him onto his side. He surfaces, sputtering and glares at Geno again. “What the hell?”

“You want to swim! We swim!” Geno swans his arms out dramatically and floats onto his back—kicking copious amounts of water in Sid’s face in the process.

“Are you kidding me?” he sputters, once he’s cleared his eyes. Pursing his lips at the smug smile on Geno’s face he does the only thing he can. He leaps forward and wrestles Geno under the water.

Five minutes and lots of flailing later, Sid is leaning against the pool wall laughing so hard, he’s in tears. Geno is stretched out beside him still trying to stifle his own laughter as he leans his head back against the ledge. When he finally cracks an eye open, he grins at Sid. “Guess I’ve been a little bit pain in the ass.”

“Yeah. But I get it.”

“I’m sorry. All this is new to me, little bit scary. Sometimes feel like want to keep you in bubble—anything to keep you safe.”

“I haven’t given you enough credit for that. I’m sorry I was such a brat.”

Geno shrugs. “Is okay. You were right. Still need to live life, get exercise, do things.”

“That’s all I want.”

“I’m try to lighten up.”

“Thanks.”

“You ready to go in and nap now? Get some rest?”

Sid gapes at Geno in disbelief until he cracks a huge grin and laughs—at least until Sid tosses water in his face.  

They spend the next couple of hours swimming, walking around the property and making lunch together. And if Sid maybe naps a little on the couch afterwards, Geno is nice enough not to be too smug about it.

Geno’s up early for practice the next morning and he looks surprised to see Sid come into the kitchen fully dressed. “You’re up early,” he starts as Sid carefully avoids eye contact. He knows this isn’t going to go over well.

Sid sighs. “I have school.”

Geno narrows his eyes.”Sid—”

Sid cuts him off. “Geno, please don’t do this. I feel better and I have to go to school.”

Geno looks like he wants to say a lot more but, thankfully, he finally shakes his head. “Fine. You come back after school, though? Maybe I drive, drop you off and pick you up after classes.”

This is the part that Sid is dreading the most and he avoids Geno’s eyes as he zips up his bag, sucks in a breath before saying, “I have to work later.”

“You kidding me?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Sid really shouldn’t be so short with Geno but he knew this was going to be an issue. “Sorry. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Geno shrugs. “More concerned about your health right now.”

“The doctor said I could go back.”

“She say you can go back if you feel completely better. You don’t.”

“Geno, I’m fine.”

“You forget dizzy spell yesterday? You forget needing nap?”

Sid hasn’t forgotten and he doesn’t need Geno to remind him. There are a lot of things he wants to say but most of them would make him look like a petulant child so he settles for, “I’m going,” before he turns and walks out.

Guilt hits before he’s even on the highway but there’s nothing he can do about it. He has to go to school and work, there isn’t any other choice. Besides, he’s felt better every day and he feels fine now. He’ll text Geno when he gets to class.

Classes go fine. If Sid’s being honest, he’s definitely more tired than usual but he’s not dizzy and doesn’t feel sick so he counts it as a win. Geno still hasn’t replied to his earlier apology for leaving so abruptly but he sends another text anyhow, hoping it will help.

<Just thought I’d let you know I’m feeling okay, promise. Been to two classes and only two more to go.>

There’s no immediate reply but Sid doesn’t really expect one, knows that Geno had a full day of practice and meetings so he shoves his phone away and tries to focus.

His last class is a struggle. He’s tired, more tired than he expected to be and yeah, okay, he’s been taking a nap every day but that’s just not an option today so he pushes though. By the time it’s over he’s dragging. Just the thought of walking to the car is overwhelming, nevermind working his five hour shift.

He wishes things were different, that he had a choice.

By the time he gets back to his car he’s lightheaded and sweating. He sits with his head on the steering wheel, air conditioner running for several minutes and thinks of Geno. Maybe he was right. Maybe he shouldn’t be going to work like this.

But then Sidney remembers the stack of bills sitting on the desk in his apartment and he shoves all thoughts of calling in out of his mind. He has to go to work. He has to.

He’s cooled down and feels a little better by the time he gets to work. He thinks, hopefully, that even though he’ll be on his feet a lot it will be in the air conditioned shop so it will be fine. As long as he’s out of the heat, he’ll be fine.

It takes less than an hour for everything to go to shit. His boss is furious, griping in the background as Sid hunches over the toilet bowl, vision swimming. He’s not really sure how he manages to pull himself together enough to leave work, much less make it back to his apartment but, somehow, he does. If he can just lay down, just cool off and drink some water, he’ll feel better.

The cramping starts before he makes it to the couch, a sudden aching twinge spreading across his abdomen and lower back. And that—that’s new and Sid tries to swallow down the rising fear as he lowers himself.

“Okay,” he says to the empty room. “It’s okay. It was just from all the walking. It probably won’t happen ag—”

Another cramp, sharp and clenching, has him scrambling for his phone, panic rising in his chest. All he can think as he listens to the other line ring is that Geno was right and he was stubborn and rude and stupidly put the baby at risk for—for what? A job at the coffee shop? The call goes to voicemail and Sid lets out a desperate sound as he quickly calls again and then again, panic nearly choking him.

This time Geno picks up on the second ring, sounding out of breath. “Sid? Sorry, was in meeting.  What—”

“I’m cramping and I think it’s bad,” he blurts, cutting Geno off, voice shaking.

“Okay, need you stay calm. Where are you?”

“My apartment,” Sid says, eyes burning.

“Okay, listen to me. Want you to lay on side while you wait. I’m come get you.”

Sid shifts around until he’s laying. “Okay.”

“You laying down?”

“Yeah.” He swallows back a soft sob as he feels another cramp.

“Good. Just stay right there. I’m on way.” Sid has no idea how Geno is staying so calm but he’s never been more grateful.

“Geno I—I’m sorry. I’m so scared. You were right and I should have listened to you, I—”

“Hey,” Geno cuts him off and Sid can hear the jingle of car keys in the background. “Everything going to be okay.”

“But—”

“Sid, you have to listen. Going to come get you, take you to hospital, they take care. Everything will be okay. I’m promise.”

“Okay,” he croaks, lower lip wobbling.

“You doing so good, Sid. I’m going to hang up now for couple minute, call doctor. Then call you right back. You keep phone right there, promise you answer.”

“I promise.”

“Good. Keep laying, keep breathe. I’m on my way.”

“Okay. Okay. Hurry.”

“I’m hurry. Promise.”

Sid swallows hard, clutching the phone to his chest while he waits.

Part 19

#Take My Hand #my fic #mpreg #sidgeno #rpf #part 18 #Happy Valentine's Day #don't hate me

[iwillsearchtheuniverse4u]

Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You

This is my first ever smut, so go easy on me, please.

Warnings: explicit language, oral s!x (female recieving), generally very smutty so don't read if you're not into it.

Summary: You interview an up and coming rock band Palaye Royale and your blood red shirt catches Sebastian's eyes as it is just revealing enough.

You walked up to the only mirror in your little apartment that you shared with your best friend Janette. It was the vintage leaning floor mirror you see in old movies, with the cheap golden coat of paint half scraped off. You were trying to style the perfectly monotone outfit for a very important interview you had today. Last Friday you had been given only a few info on the group you'd be interviewing for your local television programme on up and coming rockstars and you did enough research on them to know they were a very attractive group of brothers.You were trying on the blood red fitted shirt with quite a good amount of cleavage on show when Janette suddenly barged in dressed in pyjama shorts and a bra. It was Saturday so you weren't surprised, she usually laid in bed on weekends and had a Vampire Diaries marathon or did some hot yoga if she was up for it. You guessed it was the latter today. »Gurlll, that shirt looks absolutely gorgeous on you,« she gasped with a huge smile on her face. »Yes, if I am ready to start a brothel with Palaye Royale as my main guests,« you answered as you started to undress. She grabbed your hands while they were half way above your head and said: »No, I am being serious, it suits you and besides, it's not like you're there to show yourself off. As you became a journalist, you placed a heavy burden on your shoulders to present your television network in the best possible light and you, my friend, are shining brighter than the goddamn sun in this shirt. Just put those tight black skinny jeans on and you'll fit right in with the band.« She had her way with words, you had to admit. You decided to follow her advice.   When you walked into the studio everything was already laid out: a huge beige sofa facing an armchair the same exact colour. You sat on your spot and ran through your notes on the band again. Suddenly you heard the doors of the studio open with a sudden bang like somebody was ready to take them off its hinges. You looked up and saw three grown men jostling eachother and laughing like they walked in their own home. You frowned at their interaction but you weren't ready to interrupt them. »You're actually expecting me to believe that you weren't the one to break my favorite glass that I was deliberately hiding from you?« That was Remington, you could recognize that voice anywhere after listening to both of their albums for a week now. »You can't really say that the fridge was a very good hiding place to be fair,« said the guitarist, Sebastian. He looked like the maturer version of the other two brothers and you were somehow drawn to him despite his strange taste in hairstyles. Your eyes glued to him and he must have noticed because his gaze met yours in a matter of seconds. He smiled shyly and calmed the other two down. You quickly adjusted your shirt, as in you pulled the cleavage part as far up as possible because you felt extremely exposed, and showed them to the sofa. Your notes suddenly slipped off of your knees and you started to apologize vigorously. They were scattered all over the floor and you felt a sudden wave of heat run to your cheeks as you lowered to the ground to get them. »Jeez, Seb, you should seriously watch where you're looking and like help her instead, maybe?« Said Emerson as he picked up two of the sheets closer to where the eldest was sitting. You looked up, unable to comprehend what he was implying. Sebastian had his eyes on the one thing you were trying to hide so hard. Well, two things to be exact. He looked away and crossed his long legs, a secretive grin forming all over his face. You cheeks felt even hotter and you couldn't help but look back to the ground. It wasn't in your nature to flirt mindlessly like Janette would all the time. As the cameras turned on, you started asking your questions. Compared to how flustered you had been just moments before, you were completely relaxed when the cameras were filming. Remington was the one to give the most answers while Emerson only spoke when he had everything thought out completely. His words were that of a poet. But you were surprised that Sebastian was keeping quiet so you tried to address him directly a couple of times before giving up since his answers were mostly short and moody. As the interview was over you thanked them and proceeded to shake each of the brother's hand. Emerson and Remington both enthusiastically thanked you for the fun they'd presumably had but when you held Sebastian's hand you suddenly felt a strong grip so you couldn't really do a proper shake. You looked up from your hands to meet his piercing eyes. The curve of his lips was almost as straight as his eyebrows, his expression careful to reveal as little as possible. The other two chuckled like they were the only ones to know what was going on and Emerson whispered: »Well, I guess you're screwed.« They quickly joined the filming team headed to the nearby bar. »You shouldn't have worn red, you made our bull here pretty damn excited,« shouted Remington over his shoulder. You were left entirely alone in the huge basement-like studio with no windows to cry for help through. You tried to gently remove your hand from his grip as it was getting quite uncomfortable but as you did that he only pulled you closer to him. He raised his eyebrows and that grin from earlier formed all over his face again. »He was right, you know? I don't really like my interviewers wearing that particular shade of red. It's something about it that makes me feel a certain way.« He looked down to your cleavage again and one of his eyebrows twitched just so much that you noticed. Your cheeks flushed furiously but you caught yourself feel something tingling inside the lower part of your belly as he put his free hand on the curve of your back. You were so close together that you could feel his breath on your lips. You automatically bit your lips as his gaze found them. They weren't used to getting this much attention from anyone just like you weren't. He suddenly pulled you into a passionate kiss that led his hands to move further down until he grabbed your ass with all his might and almost growled while he did so. You almost lost your breath as the tingling sensation transformed into a heated need in between your thighs. You never really felt this way before and the kiss only continued to get more and more sloppy and hot. As he finally let you breathe his lips explored your neck. He bit the part right above your collar bone and you were sure that would leave a mark but it produced so much pleasure that the thought just faded away. You weren't ready to let your body take over completely just yet so you held his chin up and said: »Listen, I really don't want to be just one of those women you fuck while on tour.« He frowned while one of his hands proceeded to play with the collar of your shirt that wasn't that far away from your nipples. »To tell you the truth, I've been on tour for about a month now and I haven't seen a woman wearing that particular shade of red before.« Your voice started to shake as his hands cupped your breasts as you told him: »No, I seriously mean it. I haven't really done this before.« That last part was almost whispered because of how shy you were about it. He just laughed as his kisses playfully landed in the valley between both breasts. Your hands automatically gripped his hair as you were feeling dizzier and dizzier from the shortness of breath. »You mean, you haven't slept with a rockstar before? Hahaha, I'll be flattered,« he managed to get out in between kisses that were now resuming to go lower and lower until he was just under your still clothed belly button. »No, wait, stop!« You exclaimed as you tugged on his hair. »You don't understand. I haven't really....well, I'm still...« He got completely serious and stood up from under your belly button. »You mean to tell me you haven't fucked at all? Ever? With those two hidden right under that beautiful face of yours?« He pointed at your chest that was now even more on display as before. You looked at the ground and shook your head. »Well, that is something I would feel very privileged to do. If you'll let me, of course,« he said. It was like he transformed into a whole other person he had been just a second before. His smile was warm and kind and there was nothing but pure happiness in his eyes. You got closer to him and put a gentle kiss on his lips. He held you in a tight hug and now proceeded to tug on your shirt. He waited for you to lift your arms and slowly removed your shirt. »I think I liked the previous pace better, you know?« You whispered into his ear. He laughed. »Well, shit. This is the first time I'm taking someone's virginity. I don't k...« You cut him of with a kiss that included quite a bit more tongue than the previous one. He gladly returned the favor. His tongue clearly knew his way around yours as your thirst for him became even more unbearable. You stopped to tug on the collar of his black shirt, leading him to your office. By the time you got there his pants had quite a noticable bulge and his breathing was getting heavier as he was observing the lace of your bra cut into your skin just above your tense nipple. As you entered the office he grabbed your waist and slammed you on the floor because your table was covered in papers, a computer, a table light and it just didn't seem all that comfortable. His kisses were becoming more and more passionate and scattered across your body like it was his own little playground. You unzipped your pants and pointed at his shirt, implying that he should also take it off. As you were trying really hard to get out of your skinny jeans, you observed the way he hastily pulled up his shirt, exposing his masculine body and you swore in your mind because Janette made you wear this pair of jeans. When you finally managed to take them off, he sat on his knees taking in every inch of you, the bulge in between his legs getting harder and bigger. You smiled playfully with one eyebrows raised and pulled your legs from under him only to tease him while opening them wide. The black and pink lacy panties were the sexiest pair you owned and you just tried to point that out to him. »Are you really sure you haven't done this before?« He asked as you giggled. He lowered his head to your panties and bit on the lace to try and pull them off. There was a fire burning inside your lower abdomen and you weren't keen on doing this slowly so you helped him slide them off. He licked your burning hot clit only to tease you and started to move his tongue up to your belly and to the matching lacy black-pink bra. He moved his head up to face you from in between your breasts and proceeded to unhook your bra. His tongue made his way around your nipples and you arched your back in pleasure. »Now, I really want to taste you good, baby,« he whispered as he lowered his face back to your thighs, making a path of kisses up to your hot spot. He licked your folds and started to move his tongue graciously around your clit, inserting first one and then another finger inside you. You didn't know you were able to experience so much pleasure at once. You held his head and tugged on his hair while breathing heavily. »Sebastian, Sebastian....Please, just fill me up,« He stopped at once right before you were about to come, your back arching like never before. He pulled out his fingers and you heard the sound of him licking them. He got himself adjusted above you, looking straight into your eyes and he unzipped his pants. You could suddenly feel his member barely touching your entrance and you couldn't help but whine. You wanted him inside like you had  never wanted anything before. »I love the way you say my name, darling. I am going to make you scream it now,« he whispered into your ear. He aligned his cock with your opening and slid it inside without a warning. You clenched your fists on his back and sighed in awe of the pain. He let you adjust for a couple of moments and started with a steady pace. You couldn't keep quiet so you moaned louder and louder. »Say my name,« he demanded. You started with a long moan: »Sebaaastiaaaann...« And he seemed to really enjoy it so you continued. As you were reaching your high you started to get louder and louder, screaming out his name as you came. You felt everything you could ever feel at once flush over your body like it was magic. »SEBASTIAN!« You exclaimed as your walls clenched around his cock, making him produce a loud groan of satisfaction. His moves started to get sloppy and he started trembling as he released into you. You both started panting heavily as he slowly pulled out and laid down beside you, exhausted from all the fun you'd just had. Both of you looking at the ceiling, his hand slowly found yours and gently held it as he moved his head to face you. He was dead serious with his eyes staring directly into yours as he said: »That was fucking beautiful.« You smiled at him before trying to get up but his hand pulled you back into his embrace and he laid just one more soft kiss on your lips. Then you both got up from the floor and started dressing up. While you tried to hook your bra back up he teasingly unhooked it again. When you tried tried to scold him, turning towards him, he looked at the ceiling, pretending to be innocent. Suddenly, he got closer to you and passionately kissed you again, groping your boobs violently. As he stopped he bit your lower lip and pulled it. This time, you stepped behind your table so he couldn't reach you and finally you were able to hook up the bra. When you were both dressed up you left the studio and walked to their tour bus. Emerson, Remington and their crew waited in front of it, talking and laughing. Walking up to them they all went really quiet, almost too quiet as Remington started giggling and the others couldn't keep a serious face. Sebastian grabbed your hand and said: »I think we found ourselves a new roomie on the bus.« Your eyes widened and you let out a small gasp. »Yeah, we could all hear that,« Remington said and made the others laugh uncontrollably.  »We don't have enough room, though. I guess you'll just have to join him in his bed,« Emerson added after a couple of minutes when the laughter finally stopped.

#palaye royale #the royal council #royal council #sebastian danzig #palaye royale sebastian #smut #palaye royale smut #palaye royale fanfiction #fanfiction #sebastian danzig smut #sebastian danzig fanfiction #emo bands #bands #band #what have i done

[oh-god-theres-6]

Oof back at it again with that angst

I tossed all three together for maximum sad and also maximum comfort. I hope this makes you well, my lovely anon. Keep on smiling!

Modd Finn

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A date on the couch is a common occurrence when dating Osomatsu, where the couple sat tiredly watching television. To be precise, he was watching the show and being a little more ignorant than usual. A chuckle would pass his lips every few minutes but his spare attention dropped to them when a commercial interrupted the idiotic crime show running on a marathon. Only then, as an infomercial played in the background, did he look down to see an odd red, glassy tint to their eyes. His eyebrows raise as he gave them a warm smile and ruffled their hair.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" The attention finally broke the gates and hot tears rolled across their skin, their breath catching painfully in their throat. The unexpected breakdown threw Oso for a loop and he stared down at his significant other with wide, unbelieving eyes. The television was shut off and only then could he hear the soft mumbling coming from beside him.

"No wonder you're always distracted by everything else. I'm no better than a can of beer. I'm so bland, why would you bother with me?" Their voice cracked and fractured with hiccups and heavy sobs that pulled Oso to their rescue in a flash. Soon, his arms were wrapped tightly around their waist and shoulders, dragging them back against his body as he laid down on the couch cushions. His hand gingerly ran across their head as they continued to cry, dampening his t-shirt. Slowly, their sobs fell into shaky breathing and his gaze rose to the ceiling.

"You're not thinking straight today. Yeah, I get distracted sometimes but do you have any idea how often I just look at you?" He breathed a laugh, squeezing their body gently and kissing the top of their head. "I'm surprised you're calling yourself bland when you look like a supermodel. Really, you shouldn't worry."

Silence continued to drift between them as Osomatsu slowly soothed his lover's worries, finally tapping their shoulder until they looked at him with puffy eyes.

"Wanna order some food and stay in all day?" The nod in response returned his goofy grin as he held them close against his chest, readying a feast of takeout to please his boo for days to come.

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Karamatsu always made sure to please his lover, even if it took weeks to plan. Unfortunately, those weeks of planning pulled him away from the one person he hoped to gauge a reaction from and one day, he received it full force when, as he asked their preference on dinner foods, a sniffle alerted him to their hidden face. The alarm bells began to ring lowly, his hand reaching to their shoulder. They stepped out of reach.

"No, you have fun. I just don't see why you're bothering to ask someone like me. I can never keep up with your grand ideas for dates. You're the planner here. I hope your date turns out well." Their hiccuped words sent daggers through his heart and those alarm bells began screaming. He had them in a tight embrace faster than he could think, holding their trembling shoulders in his arms to keep them on their feet. Sobs wailed in his eardrums and he winced each time they rang out, pulling his guilt lower into his stomach.

"Darling, my rose, my angel, you are too good for anything I may conjure. You put royalty to shame. I know, I've been distracted but only because I've wanted to keep you happy." He placed a smattering of kisses along their cheeks, catching their lips every few seconds and hushing them to silence. "How about we start from scratch then. Remember that cafe we visited last week? Why don't we just go there instead?"

The rest of the day was spent in bed with several blankets and snacks, as well as neverending praise from Karamatsu as he did his best to fix all his wrongdoings with his one and only. There was no escape from his hours of flowery compliments and loving words but from what he could tell, seeing his better half so much calmer rested his worrying heart after their breakdown.

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Choromatsu is a busy man, always planning, running errands, or catching up on his reading. It's even harder to fit in a lover whom he finds so difficult to show physical attention. His game of avoidance was so harsh that it took him a good five minutes before he decided to see what was wrong with his lover, hearing their whimpering from the living room. Upon finding them curled up on the couch, muffling heavy cries with their arm, his nerves jolted. Unable to think straight he could only watch as a few words were made out between the waves of crying.

"You're pathetic. He doesn't even want to touch a disgusting thing like you. Just stop *trying* already." The cold pins and needles drawing along his body turned painful, his gaze dropping to his hands. The hands he didn't have the courage to even set on their body. With a quick nod, he stepped up to the couch, crouching down and cautiously rubbing his shaking hand across their back. Startled, they shot up to look at him, watery eyes wide. He suddenly remembered how close they looked to crying when he had gotten home and yet he excused himself to take a shower. The next shot of pain pushed him to sit on the couch beside the still crying mound, his hand trailing to pet their head.

"You're...you mean a lot to me," he started, biting his lip sharply to keep up his courage. "I think of you a lot, more than I should but I...I can't always bring myself to show you that. I-I'm sorry, but I'll work on it. Just, just tell me from now on? I don't want to see you like this."

His gentle stroking continued, dragging down to their shoulder, then their forearm, until he carefully grabbed their hand in his, holding it reassuringly. No more words were shared, the comfortable silence making enough communication to keep the two calm and soon collected, gingerly holding each other's hands. Subtlety was always Choro's strong suit.

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Mod Riz

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It wasn’t long before Ichi had fallen asleep against the plush cushion of their couch, his already tired body being pulled easily into sleep when night began to fall. He was ignorant of the person who’s lap he laid on, the way their hands shook through his hair with every stroke, or how they mumbled so softly under their breath it became background noise in his dream. Like clockwork it repeated;

“I’m not even good enough to stay awake for... god I must be awful,” the words danced around his dreams, leaving the vacant space empty of all but that and unsettling the tired Matsu. He shifted and twisted against his bed, eyes shut tight and body curling carefully to try and find comfort as the crashing words continued.

“Not good enough.”

“I’m the one who should be considered trash.”

“No wonder he probably doesn’t love me.” It was unsettling and hellish, bringing him to an abrupt awakening where he looked around near frantically for the source, only to rest his eyes on his lover. Carefully he placed his hands on their cheeks and stared cautiously to them, thumbs brushing against the plush flesh as he spoke in slow, soft words, ”you okay?” It was a feeling of almost instant regret, for following it came the bombardment of tears, hot beads rolling down their face as sobs shook their body in front of him, leading him to practically force them into a tight embrace as they began to relay the words of before but louder, loud enough that he could hear them through the thin veil of fog left by sleep.

His fingers wound through their hair carefully, braiding the soft strands through the digits as he finally spoke, ”stop... I know I’m not always the most observant but you’re the only constant on my mind,” his lips brushed against their cheeks, his eyes steady when he pulled away enough to stare them down. ”I love you, y’know... if I don’t always pay attention it’s not because I don’t, it’s because I’m tired, that’s it so don’t... worry, this much okay?” He tried a smile, it was small and shaky but there, ”how about a feel better movie and late night pizza, okay?”

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The day’s end brought on an orange painted sky, the sunset drawing the eyes of the second youngest Matsu towards the horizon with a large smile plastered across his face. The whole day, for him, had been fun, messing around with his brothers and his lover at the park until the five left and only they remained to watch the setting sun together,” isn’t it pretty?!” He cooed happily, hands clapping together between the fold of fabric that was his hoodie.

No response was given, which brought up confusion for the young man. It took him a moment but he slowly looked to the one beside him, on sight of their glassy eyes and constant moving lips he got confused. Little words now began to stick out; “fuck up,” adorning the air in common three-second slides of other mumbles.

Slowly, one of his hoodie covered hands rested on their shoulder, head tilting to the side as he asked what was bothering them, and then nearly yelped when the glossy eyes turned into full-on bawling and their body began to shake violently. Their words grew loud enough for him to hear, but he was quick in silencing them with a slow hug and a careful hum in his voice. He spoke no words, just hummed to them as they let loose against him, feelings and tears staining his hoodie for the next thirty minutes until a calm washed over. “Cupcake?” He started, using a caring touch to guide their chin up so he could see their eyes. With a small laugh and smile, he kissed them quick, nuzzling their nose and letting their foreheads rest together,” I love you, don’t think I ever don’t... I’m sorry for not being so focused today, I just never get to see my brothers so happy! I guess I got... carried away,” he flushed, guilty for his earlier actions, ”but now, you’re the center of my attention for the rest of the night! Promise promise promise!” Each Promise was said with another quick kiss, continuing until you began to laugh and he was able to easily pull you to the floor, ”let’s go get some oden and go home, yeah?”

Not even a second passed and he had stood up with you in his arms, continuing a barrage of kisses just so you know how much he really adores you, even if he gets distracted sometimes.

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Totty’s full attention always seemed to fall on his phone; every conversation was paused so he could check his feed, every outing he wore it like a bracelet, everything he did he had that small device, so it was no wonder that it had begun to get to his lover when they were supposed to be sharing a night together.

He was, per usual, oblivious, staring at his phone like a lifeline bounced upon its screen. He would talk yes, but his conversation skills were being muddled by the screen. It came as no surprise that he hadn’t noticed the person on the couch beside him had started to talk only to themselves, knowing he wouldn’t listen.

“Hey, we should rent a movie tonight.” The statement was just something to fill the void once his phone had been pushed back into the confines of his pockets, eyes lazily scanning the tv screen for something of interest, though actions froze when he heard the quiet response beside him,

“So you can ignore me with another screen...” it was barely above a whisper, but without distractions to block it he could hear it plain as day. Totty took a moment to turn to you, eyebrow twitched in confusion as he asked what you meant by that, only to scramble for an apology when he watched the tears begin to fall like the rain. ”Shit,” he mumbled out and but down against his lip, looking around and snatching a blanket before wrapping it around the frail and shaking body, his arms following slowly and pulling their lover into a hug.

The explanation he revived stung, yes, but he couldn’t say it wasn’t expected. ”Look-“ He paused, mulling over his words before continuing with causation, ”I'm... on my phone a lot okay? It’s an addiction and one I need help with and... you... you’re helping me get over it,” when you looked to him questioningly through tears he further explained, ”my attention is either on my phone... or it’s on you, And lately I’ve been pulled more towards you so, there.” His sentence needed with a sigh, eyes filtering away as he hugged you closer, kissing your hairline and sighing, ”Please don’t think I don’t love you because of that, I’m just an idiot so... let’s just cuddle tonight, okay? No distractions, nothing, just you and I under blankets and pillows." He smiled, his cute little giggle and wink returning, "How's that sound?”

#osomatsusan imagines #osomatsusan #osomatsu #karamatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyushimatsu #todomatsu #mod finn #mod Riz #this was long and I hope good

[taylorfiction]

What to Think Pt. 5

Taylor’s POV

In case you missed it: Part one, two, three, four

Telling some of her friends.

I am well aware she has millions of friends so i couldn’t include all of them, i hope you like it though :)

Requests. Feed back.

‘Taylor,’ Joe looked at me a warning expression plastered on his face, while my face showed the complete opposite emotion, a smile spread across mine, for once I was not throwing up or being grumpy, for once I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation we were in.

‘Taylor’ Joe said again a harsher tone cutting in this time, I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious he was and how protective he was being.

‘Joe,’ I started, giving him a look, that asked, are you actually being serious with me right now? Are you fucking with me? ‘It is six of my closest friends.’ I reminded him, my face unchanging, wondering where this sudden protectiveness had come from.

‘Yeah, but you’re making food for them all and I don’t want you to stress’ he got up from the arm chair which he often inhabits and walked over to me, embracing me in his arms and kissing the crown of my head.

‘It’s not like I’m running a marathon!’ I huffed at him, rolling my eyes, his protectiveness was cute but it could be annoying at times, ‘If you’re so bothered, maybe you could help me?’ I looked at him, smiling my sweetest smile, knowing he wouldn’t want to but also knowing that he didn’t want me to ‘stress’ about making a salad and putting crackers and biscuits on a plate.

‘C’mon’ he groaned, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the kitchen counter. I perched on one of the breakfast stools, watching him dance around the kitchen, getting this and getting that out of the cupboard. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw the concentration and determination on his face while he was preparing everything, God, he was so cute.

‘I thought you said you wanted to do it?’ he looked at me, mid-chop, his eyebrows raising and a small smile appearing on his face as he called me out for just sitting and watching him work. I slipped down from my stool and walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my chin on his shoulder, ‘but you’re doing such a good job’ he continued chopping, laughing at my weak excuse.

I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the bump that was beginning to show, trying to decide which top to go for if a few of my friends were coming round and I wanted to surprise them, obviously we had already surprised family friends, friends that I had known for so long that I needed to tell them sooner, it was a requirement. Baggy or Tight? Surely, they wouldn’t notice the bump when it’s still small? But then. Joe could tell this morning when he saw my stomach… Though he is well aware of my pregnancy. I went with a top in between, not super baggy but then again not so tight that it glued to my skin.

I heard the knock on the door and knew that Lily had arrived, I looked at the clock briefly before wandering over to open it, to let her in, 3.15pm, of course she was early, it was Lily. She was early for everything, I think it was having Dixie that made her realise that being on time is extremely helpful. Of course, Cara, Gigi, Karlie, Martha and Selena didn’t get this.

‘Hey!’ she squealed pulling me into a hug, a smile spread across her face as she squeezed my shoulders. Without seeing him I could tell Joe was watching her, making sure I didn’t keel over with exhaustion, probably worried that her energy would tire me out.

She walked into the kitchen, her coat being left on the hanger, her hair flawless as usual. ‘Hey Joe’ she said as he approached her, kissing her on the cheek as he gave her a one-armed hug, a friendly greeting.

We chatted for a while, I poured her a glass of the lemonade that me and Joe had made earlier in the week and offered her a cracker from the plate which Joe had filled. ‘mm’ she said as she sipped and munched, ‘Where is that shirt from?’ she asked, taking a step back so she could observe it more.

I gulped.

‘Oh, um,’ I stuttered trying to remember the place without showing how nervous I was about her noticing it and the bump that was almost visible, my words came back to me, ‘Topshop, London, with Joe’ I smiled at her before taking a sip of my lemonade and consciously putting an arm round my stomach.

15 minutes of chatter and gossip later, there was another knock on the door and I opened it to find Gigi, Karlie and Martha huddled on the doorstep. They all beamed as they saw my face open the door and six arms engulfed me with hugs.

‘Why is everyone so excited to see me?’ I asked, a joyful laugh escaping me as I ushered them all in and they followed me into the kitchen, I didn’t mean it as a serious question but they still all answered.

‘Because we love you!’ I heard Martha chirp as she took her coat off.

‘Because it feels like ages since we last saw you!’ Karlie followed with her jovial exclamation.

‘Because you’re too busy fucking Joe to hang out with us anymore and we want to know the beef.’ Gi said matter of factually.

I stopped and looked at her, my mouth agape slightly, she always seemed to catch me off guard. Yes, I had been busy lately, and maybe I was avoiding them a little because of the recent development in my life.

I had to agree, my sex drive had definitely gone up over the last few weeks, I wonder why?

I could feel my cheeks turn rosy and heat up slightly as I answered that question in my head.

I heard the other three murmur quietly in agreement, Lily included, we were now all stood in the middle of the kitchen, lemonade poured in glasses and snacks ready to be eaten, everyone apart Selena and Cara…

And Joe.

‘I heard my name,’ he wandered into the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe, smiling sweetly at everyone, Oh God, all of their heads snapped to where he was and Gigi smirked slightly, ‘we were just mentioning how busy you’ve been keeping our girl lately’.

‘Don’t blame me’ he put his hands up in the air in defence, winking at me for a. he referenced a song and b. he knew exactly why we were so busy, before finishing, ‘It’s all her.’

Before anyone could make the situation any worse, or any more incriminating there was another knock, this was the one time I was thankful for the two of them being constantly late. Martha, who was closest to the door, wandered over to welcome the two late-comers in, it was no surprise really, what made us laugh is that they always seemed to be late together…

Thankfully, the conversation changed when they entered and we started the process of catching up again. I poured them drinks and we could finally tuck into the food that I had watched Joe prepare.

‘I made Joe do all this by the way’ I waved my hand around encompassing all of the food laid on the coffee table and laughed slightly. They all laughed with me, phrases such as ‘What else is he meant to do?’ adding to the joke.

I looked at the clock briefly, 5pm.

Shit.

I needed to tell them. That’s what I had invited them round for, after all.

I suddenly felt extremely nervous, I didn’t know what it was because these were my friends and they had been for years, but suddenly my breathing was getting shallower and I couldn’t think straight and so many questions were spinning round my head, making me dizzy.

What would happen? What would their reaction be? Would they have any opinions? Did they think this was a good idea? Would any of them judge me for this? Would they leak this? Would they still love me? Or be my friend?

‘I’m just gonna nip to the restroom’ I said, trying to hide my shaky breath, I needed to calm down, to get my shit together.

I stood in front of the mirror, the door firmly closed, my hands uncontrollably jittering and my breathing erratic, I could feel the panic rising as the questions span faster making me stumble slightly, I slid to the floor, my back against the wall, opposite the sink, my head lay in my hands as I tried to calm my thoughts.

I sat like that for what felt like seconds before the first knock came.

‘Taylor? Your friends are asking for you’ I heard another gentle knock and a gentle voice, Joe’s voice.

‘J-Joe? I stammered, as he opened the door, the look on my face changing his expression to instant worry, he crouched next to me, putting his hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. ‘You don’t have to tell them today.’ I left his statement hanging for a second before I replied, a little more force in my voice this time, ‘But I want too.’ I looked up at him, determined tears in my eyes.

‘If it’s giving you panic attacks, I don’t know how wise it is…’ he drifted off mid-sentence as I gave him a look that implied we are doing it today and you can’t stop me.

He held his hands out to me, offering to help me up and I took them, grateful for his constant support, ‘C’mon, lets go spill some beans’ he joked, trying to lighten my mood. He stopped before the restroom door and turned around, blocking my path way. He put his hand on my cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing softly against my tear- tracked skin and kissed me, his lips making me feel safe, whole.

He took my hand in his and we walked back into the living room where 6 pairs of eyes were waiting and 6 mouths were munching. Before they could say anything, or get up from their positions to ask any questions, Joe began, ‘So’ he looked at me before continuing and I nodded my head, I felt bad that It wasn’t me telling them when I was their friend and I was the pregnant one. ‘We have some news’ I finished for him, touching his arm with my other hand, reassuring him that I was okay and I wouldn’t start crying again. They continued to look, now expectantly, at us, waiting for the big news, the thing that would make or break our friendships.

‘Uh’ I started, staring at their blank expressions, a sudden smile plastered itself on my face as I thought of the little one growing inside of me and before I finally told them I squeezed Joe’s hand, telling him how happy I was.

‘I’m pregnant’ I bit my lip, the smile still on my face.

There was a silence as the news sunk in and 7 squeals, including mine, emanated from the living room. They all jumped up from their places to engulf me in hugs, and we chatted and ate and drunk.

‘That’s why there’s been more sex,’ Gigi realised as we all mingled and we couldn’t help but laugh as it was obviously true, and obviously frequent.

‘I’m so happy for you guys’ Selena said to me, giving me a hug and squeezing me tight, knowing that for the last how many years I had known her, I had always wanted this one thing, and I had wanted it with the right person, and now I had both of those things.

‘What did I tell you?’ Martha raised her voice so everyone could hear, ‘I told you she was inviting us for a reason, I knew something was happening!’ she exclaimed and we all laughed at her determination to be right. I gave her a hug and thanked her for being so supportive all the time, from day one.

‘You better name it Cara’ Cara said to me, pointing her finger at me, in warning and bopping my nose before engulfing me in her arms and jumping up and down in excitement. ‘We don’t actually know the gender yet, so it could be a boy’ I teased her jokily. Her face suddenly went serious as she retorted, ‘I don’t care about the gender, you better name it Cara.’ I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me and we were in fits of giggles two seconds later.

‘It’s finally happening’ Karlie smiled goofily at me, knowing that I had wanted this for such a long time, throughout all the years she had known me, all the ‘scandals’ I had been ‘involved in’, the one thing I had wanted, was this. I smiled back at her, unable to control the happiness inside of me.

‘The top.’ That’s all Lily said as she smiled, knowingly, she knew I was showing, ‘How long? How much?’ she asked, I knew exactly what she meant, ‘14 weeks, only showing a little bit, but I can’t wear tight tops.’ I said, nodding my head In confirmation. She squealed slightly and gave me a gentle, but long, hug. ‘You’re gonna be a great mother and Joe is gonna be a great father and Dixie is going to love everything’ I laughed at her mention of Dixie and thanked her for being so sweet.

I looked back at Joe, still standing there, once again leaning against the doorframe, gazing in my direction. I wandered over to him and put my hands on his chest, ‘Thanks for doing what you do’ I smiled up at him before he took my face in his hands and kissed me gently.

‘Thanks for doing what you do’ he broke away and smiled at me, leaving one hand on my cheek and the other gently landing on my stomach, implying he was thankful for me carrying this baby even though I could be stubborn and, at times, annoying. Implying he loved me even when I was pissed at him, or an emotional mess.

#taylor and joe fanfiction #taylor and joe #taylor swift and joe alwyn #taylor swift and joe alwyn fanfiction #taylor swift #taylor swift fanfiction #fanfiction #What to Think #part 5 #:)) #enjoy #SLEEP

[nogitsunelichen]

Caffeinated Fornication

This if for @ask-haleinski whose birthday was July 27th, and my stupid ass didn’t post it on time! This is basically how they met again in their universe so I hope you all enjoy! :)

Warnings: mature language and sexually explicit content

Find this on AO3!

Stiles was tired.

So tired that if he's being honest the sweet release of death won't give him long enough to become well rested. More often than not these days tired is now his default setting.

It was the reason he was currently walking down the street to his favorite coffee shop in town. It just so happened to be open twenty four hours. God bless because it was one in the morning and he needed his coffee fix if he was going to finish his essay.

The overhead bell rang as he walked in, the fresh scent of ground coffee and pastries filled his nose. It was better than the musky dirty laundry and energy drink smells from his room.

At the front counter was his favorite worker here, because honestly the other guy who works here, Andrew, is a dick.

Stiles may have spit in his tip jar once.

“Kai, my main man,” Stiles greeted tiredly, yawning as he walked to the counter.

Kai looked up, eyebrows raised, “another all nighter?”

“History essay.”

“You should tell your history professor to lay off the assignments,” Kai sighed while he grabbed the largest to go cup size, “usual double shot, extra whip?”

Stiles went to nod but paused, “no whip. No cream and sugar too...I need to focus tonight.”

“You got it boss,” Kai said and went to work making the coffee. Meanwhile Stiles got out a twenty and put it on the counter, not wanting change back.

“You know,” Kai started, waiting for the coffee to heat up and the espresso to do it's thing, “earlier today I had a mountain man come in...well if mountain men wore leather. Anyways, he asked for a black coffee and I'm just thinking he's only ordering this so it reflects the dark and stormy thing he had going on. It was truly wild.”

Stiles paused, teeth no longer worrying at his lip, “when you say...leathery, dark and stormy, mountain man...do you mean a guy a shade taller than me with black hair, eyes that are every color but mostly green, sharp jawline with cheekbones like Adonis, built like a bus?”

The guy behind the counter looked at Stiles with amusement, reaching to grab a lid for the coffee cup before handing it over.

“I think so yeah. Very bad scowl too. Why, do you know him?” Kai asked.

Stiles felt wide awake now, like he could run a marathon or six. He nodded dumbly trying to keep calm despite the fact Derek Hale was back in town. He pointed to Kai, “you're the best, but--”

“But you have to go find him, right?” Kai finished, leaning on the counter with his elbows.

Stiles flushed a bit, nodding, “yeah. See you tomorrow night.”

“Yeah yeah--hey if you keep tipping like this you won't be able to pay off your student loans!” Kai called to him and Stiles managed to wave him off before sprinting to his car. The coffee in his hand was hot and by the time he set it down he was pretty sure he'd need a while to recover from the burn.

Stiles threw the Jeep into drive, knowing it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but thank fuck Roscoe started up and drove. She must know how important this was.

Above the street lights flickered past in a blur, the darkness providing empty streets for him to speed down in order to get to the loft in a timely fashion. Derek McFreaking Hale was back in town, and the fucker had the audacity not to tell Stiles. He had to hear it from his good buddy at the coffee shop; and while he adored Kai, it was kind of a low blow not to hear it directly from Derek himself.

With screeching tires he turned into the industrial district, the rubber meeting gravel as he approached the loft. If anything the damn Camaro was a sign Derek was in fact home at the moment, and it was at that moment he realized that it was one in the morning.

“Well,” he breathed to himself, hand gripping the door handle for a moment “he put this on himself, the asshole.”

That being said he jumped out of his car and walked up to the front doors of the complex. He definitely can’t do the stairs but the damn elevator is so slow and creaky it’s like a horror movie scene every time he’s in there. It’s late and he can spare the luxury. With a single finger he repeatedly presses on the elevator call button until the doors squeak open and he can get inside.

He presses the button for the top floor and punches in the code he memorized to disarm the alarm system. The last thing he wanted was for the annoying buzzer to go off in its clinical and loud fashion.  

Stiles literally counts the seconds, it takes three minutes and forty three seconds to get to the top of the building to the loft. It probably got slow after the black light party years ago, so many people on one elevator was a mess.

When the soft ding goes out Stiles gets the hell out and pulls out his keys. That’s right...he might have added Derek’s loft key to his collection of “keys I copied but never told anybody I did it” keys. It has come in handy several times. He shoved the key in and unlocked the loft door, swinging it open just in time to see a figure shoot up from the bed.

Who the hell puts a bed in the middle of a loft that has an upstairs bedroom anyways?

“You fucker! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were back in town! That is like level four betrayal, I mean it’s not like I’ve saved your life a few times, or helped Scott be on your side, or--”

“What the hell are you doing?” Derek snapped.

Stiles paused, jaw hanging open, “uh-- yelling at you because--”

“It’s one in the morning.”

“You can tell time, I’m proud,” Stiles huffed.

“Is there a reason you rushed here at this time? You couldn’t have waited until morning?” Derek asked.

“No asshole! You up and left us, out of nowhere, so yeah I’m here to verbally kick your ass because if I tried to physically kick your ass I’d probably lose a limb or something,” Stiles rambled, “although if that happened I’d look like a total badass.”

Derek sighed, hands rubbing at his temples.

Stiles crossed his arms, eyebrows raised.

“You’re not leaving are you?” Derek finally asked.

“What---no! Why would I leave when I just got you back?” Stiles asked, face going red the more upset he got.

The werewolf looked up then, both eyebrows meeting his hairline, “you got me back?”

Stiles rolled his eyes, stepping down the few front steps into the main floor of the loft, “come on Derek. Neither of us are idiots, you obviously mean a lot to me...and not the way that Scott or Lydia do either.”

There was a silence that echoed through the walls of the loft, the only sound was the soft swoosh of Derek’s sweatpants moving as he approached Stiles. For a moment Stiles tensed up, shoulders with their newfound broadness squaring up as Derek was suddenly close. Very close.

“Tell me,” Derek requested.

Stiles was not one for subtlety, so he just goes ahead and...shows Derek instead. He lurches forward and presses his lips against Derek’s, ignoring how their noses bump from the awkward angle they started with. Hands --extremely strong wide hands-- hold his shoulders and Stiles automatically steps forward closer into Derek. A soft moan rises in his throat as they back to the couch, Derek falling back first and Stiles clumsily straddling his lap.

He pulled back eventually, “I think I’ll just show you instead.”

“That was really cheesy.”

“Fuck you.”

Derek smirked and Stiles kissed it right off his face, mouth working down his scruffy jaw and neck, teeth nipping at his collar bone. Hands wound in his hair, pulling lightly at the strands, a more confused sound coming from Derek than a pleasurable one.

Stiles pulled back again.

“Where did you learn how to do this?” Derek asked.

“Did you think I stayed a virgin this whole time? I’ve picked up a few tricks,” Stiles explained, face screwing up into a pout.

“What kind of tricks?” Derek asked, eyes darkening with want.

“Once again...I’ll show you,” Stiles grinned, slipping off of Derek’s lap and onto the ground, kneeling between his spread legs. His fingers fluttered across the bulge in his sweats, lips between his teeth as he moved to pull Derek’s pants down.

First and foremost….Derek’s dick is beautiful. Stiles could probably write sweet sweet poetry about it; the way it curved up, the soft curls of pubic hair, the soft velvety skin. Jesus it made Stiles’ go weak. His hand reached out, wrapping around Derek as he leaned in, lips pressing feather light kisses along his length.

Derek’s head fell back against the cushions, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

Stiles couldn’t help but feel a little smug about all this. How he just stormed in and is now currently about to suck Derek off in a reunion sort of way. His tongue laved at the head, feeling as Derek’s cock grew heavier against his palm. Stiles let his eyes flutter shut as he sucked on Derek’s head, slowly inching down until most of the man was in his mouth.

“Ohh, Jesus--fuck,” Derek said.

It only encouraged Stiles, his tongue swirling against the head every time he bobbed up. His free hand trailed up Derek’s bare and hairy thigh, fingers cradling and playing with the weight of his balls. His eyes opened and he looked up through his lashes to look at Derek. There was a moment of complete bliss he caught on Derek’s face and then shock ran through Stiles...because he was the one who was causing this.

If that wasn’t an ego-boost he wasn’t sure what was.

Stiles doubled the speed of his ministrations, even letting Derek buck up into his mouth every so often.

“Stiles.”

It was a fucking prayer. He was a prayer on Derek’s lips.

He took all of Derek in his mouth, nose brushing against his pubic hair and skin, throat humming and flexing around the length. It was more or less a sense, he couldn’t see but he could feel Derek tense beneath him. The arch up, the strangled nose, followed by the hot splash of cum running down his throat and coating his cheeks.

Stiles did his best to swallow all of it.

When he finally cleaned Derek up, Stiles realized two things.

One: he blissed Derek out so much the man was basically a puddle of goo on the couch.

Two: he’s never been so hard in his fucking life.

“How’d I do?” Stiles asked, voice raw and gravely.

Derek managed to crack his eyes open, head barely held up as he nodded, “y-yeah...good tricks.”

“Holy shit dude, I’ve made you into goo.”

“Don’t call me dude after you sucked my dick,” Derek said, tone amused.

Stiles chuckled, sitting back on his feet, eyes glancing down to his jeans which were tented as all hell. God Derek could probably smell how turned on he is, and on the topic he could probably hear how hard Stiles’ heart was racing and where all his blood was flowing to.

Before he could give much more to thought he was hauled up onto the couch, the hands hooked under his armpits moving up to his hair to tilt his head up. Stiles let out a low groan as lips attached to his, a tongue deepening the kiss. He let his legs wrapped around Derek’s waist, pulling them both closer. Eventually both of their shirts ended up on the floor, the skin to skin hot and breathtaking all at once.

Stubble lined lips raked down his neck, leaving bruises in its wake as they eventually traveled down to Stiles’ chest, teeth scraping at his nipples. He let his head fall back on the armrest of the couch with a thunk, a content sigh leaving him.

“Sensitive,” Derek said, as if stating it for safekeeping.

Stiles nodded anyways, “y-yes. Sensitive.”

The wolf took it as an invitation to just keep teasing Stiles there, mouthing at his nipples until they felt swollen and achy from the repeated sensation.

“Could I make you cum just from this?” Derek asked teasingly.

“Probably...but maybe next time--yeah?”

There was a soft pause before a growled out, “next time.”

He angled his hips up to allow Derek to pull off his pants and boxers, both of them naked in the dark loft. The only light came from the half full moon from the skylight above and the massive window overlooking the balcony. For a moment Stiles let himself stop and admire how it lit up the color of Derek’s eyes, but that was short lived as he was suddenly turned over onto his hands and knees.

Suddenly Stiles was super glad he took a procrastination fueled shower break not too long ago back at home.

Large calloused hands kneaded his asscheeks, a finger skimming his hole lightly before trailing down towards his balls that hung heavy between his legs. Stiles felt his body go slightly taut at the promise of pleasure. His mind went wild knowing it was coming from Derek.

“Stop teasing,” Stiles bit out, forehead falling against his arms as he waited.

“You’re impatient.”

“I’m horny.”

Derek chuckled, low and deep in his chest and Stiles forced himself not to appreciate it so much. That was opening a whole new can of worms during a time where there should be no worms. Just mindblowing orgasms. Teeth nipped at his skin, another animalistic sound coming from Derek just as the scorching hot feeling of his tongue ran across his rim.

Stiles lets out this choking noise he can’t hold in because this is just too good. From the silkiness of Derek’s tongue to the coarse facial hair, the sensations are just overwhelming. Of course Derek takes the encouragement and gives it all he has. He never knows what’s next because the man obviously has a few tricks of his own; there’s no pattern but there was a mix of sucking and licking and biting.

All of which were very good if you asked Stiles.

“Ahh--fuck Derek,” Stiles whined as a hand simultaneously wrapped around his cock.

His hips twitched up with each jerk of his dick, trying to chase the dual pleasure he was being given. The hand on his dick tightened, thumb toying with the head, smearing the oozing precum around. Meanwhile the tongue currently devouring his ass is prodding just past the rim, pulling at it just so.

“I’m--fuck, I’m gonna...hnng.”

Stiles lets go, his whole body rigid as he cums. His toes try to curl against the couch cushions and his mouth and jaw go slack in a silent gasp. The muscles of his stomach twitch and his hips flex as jizz wets the couch beneath him. Eventually he finds his breath, panting wildly as if he’d just run a marathon.

Hands grab his hips, moving him back and away from the ruined cushion. His sweat slick back presses against Derek’s front as they fall back in a spooning position on the other side of the worn couch. Arms are wrapped around his waist and hot breath cascades across his neck and shoulder.

Stiles blinks a few times, relaxing into the intimate hold, suddenly fearful that he isn’t going to be able to keep this despite the declarations of caring and a possible next time.

“You’re quiet,” Derek notes.

“I’m just enjoying my afterglow,” Stiles snorts.

“Would you like a cigar and some whiskey too?”

“Fuck off,” he laughs, craning his neck back to look at Derek.

There’s this...soft look on the guy’s face Stiles hasn’t seen before. A tender smile and lines by his eyes, cheeks full of color and life. He’s so taken it’s not even funny anymore. Derek leans in and tries to kiss him but Stiles pulls back making a face.

“You just had your tongue on and in my asshole,” Stiles protests.

Derek’s eyes roll slightly but opts to pepper kisses on Stiles’ chin, nose, and forehead which make Stiles giggle of all things. Fucking giggle. His heart can’t take this, can’t take how cute and soft Derek apparently is post-sex.

They both pause, breathing evening out, eyes catching.

“So you’re back,” Stiles states again.

Derek’s head tilts, “I feel like we’ve established that--”

“Are you staying?”

There’s a pause and Stiles feels his heart drop...until Derek holds him tighter and buries his head in Stiles’ neck.

“Yeah. I am.”

“Good; it’s kinda like you break it you buy it. You fuck it you keep it,” Stiles says.

Derek laughs, “I didn’t know that policy.”

“Too late.”

“Trust me Der, you’ll love it,” Stiles beams, hand-in-hand with Derek as they walk towards the coffee shop.

People look. Mostly because this is Derek Hale, and while it happened forever ago people won’t ever forget the fire...but also...he’s holding hands with Stiles. So Stiles takes it less as “what are they doing?” and more like “oh damn Stilinski gets to nail that!”. Like every other time he goes to the coffee shop the overhead bell sounds, the sounds from outside muted and morphing into new cafe sounds.

Stiles is about to call out to Kai, maybe show off Derek a little, but he pauses when he sees the front counter.

Kai is sitting on the edge of it, uniform apron all messed up as another guy is kissing the living day lights out of him. The bell must’ve spooked them because they both jump apart, both slightly shy and red faced. Stiles feels his face morph from shock to a wide grin, pulling Derek along to get closer.

“Uh--I’m sorry about--!” Kai rushes out, scrambling to get back behind the counter.

“No! Dude no, it’s cool! I do demand to know who he is though,” Stiles smirks, leaning against the counter.

Derek rolls his eyes but is amused nonetheless.

The new guy holds out his hand, “I’m Benny.”

Kai leans over the counter, his expression suddenly a little more mischievous than before, “he’s Andrew’s ex.”

Stiles uses both hands to clasp Kai on the shoulder, feeling like a proud father as he shakes the barista a little bit. Benny looks a bit confused at the antics of what’s going on, but lets it happen anyways.

“That is awesome, I’m so happy for you two,” Stiles beamed.

Derek clears his throat, and Stiles remembers why they came. Mostly for coffee but also a thank you. He steps back and leans against the wolf, arm naturally curling around Derek’s shoulder to hold him close.

“Kai, this is the guy I was walking out, dark and stormy. Derek. Derek, this is Kai- the guy who let me know you were back in town. We’re here for coffee and to thank you,” Stiles rambled.

Kai eyes the two of them, looking just as if not as proud as Stiles did, “I’m glad to have helped, and whatever else happened that night I don’t wanna know about it.”

Stiles laughs at the way Derek’s face turns a deep red as he orders his drink feeling like he’s won a million bucks. Then again, a million dollars isn’t anything compared to Derek Hale; he’s much better.

In the end the four of them end up getting drinks and sitting at a booth because this place as no other business at the moment. They drink, they talk, they eat a gross amount of delicious croissants --well, Kai doesn’t, because the freak hates croissants for some reason-- and everything feels good. It feels stupidly right. Benny is also super cool and totally amazing to Kai, plus his knowledge of superheros definitely has Stiles hooked.

Eventually though a small rush of people come in and Kai has to get back behind the counter.

Derek nudges Stiles’ shoulder, hand snaking over to hold his, “let’s go home?”

Stiles loves how his heart flips at the usage of “home”.

“Yeah, let’s go home,” Stiles nods, squeezing Derek’s hand in return.

While this is my work the universe is all @ask-haleinski so can we take a moment because he is just the bestest person ever? Seriously he is amazing. Thanks for drawing that wonderful universe and happy birthday buddy!

#sterek #sterek fanfic #sterek fic #sterek fanfiction #eternalsterek #eternal sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #myfic #sterek au #sterek smut #also on ao3

[j-writes-and-suffers]

NaNoWriMo Day Two

Philip woke up to a hand on his shoulder. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up straighter in his armchair. “Huh? What’s up?”

“I’m afraid I have to kick you out, now. It’s midnight, the library is closing.” A familiar lanky figure was standing over Philip, his eyes in shadow, but his smile visible. All the lights except the one nearest them had been turned off, giving the library an eerie haunted-castle vibe.

“Crap. Sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you.” Philip scrambled to his feet, cursing under his breath. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen asleep so early; he’d bring a second coffee with him next time. Gathering his things, he realized his phone was almost dead, and he’d only finished half his lesson plans. He felt like a lazy idiot, and to make it worse, Lucien had witnessed all his incompetence. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he hurried to the door.

Lucien chuckled. “Don’t stress yourself out. I’m not in any rush to leave.” He walked past Philip to hold the door for the younger man. “Have a good night.”

“You, too.” Philip nodded as he strolled down the front steps, “See you tomorrow.” He stopped dead in his tracks. Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that, it was just his default reply to classmates and professors.

“Is that a promise?” Still standing at the door, Lucien raised an eyebrow, backlit and grinning mischievously.

Philip bit his lip, his face flushing as he tried to gauge whether Lucien was joking. “Um… sure?”

“Wonderful. I’ll see you then.” Lucien closed the door behind him, locking it with a creaky old key.

“Yeah. Uh-huh. See you.” Philip bolted off into the night before he could say anything else stupid. By the time he got back to his apartment, it was nearly one in the morning, and he was fucking exhausted. His phone had died on the walk home, so he stuck it on the charger, changing into pajamas in the meantime.

Despite how tired he was, Philip found himself struggling to sleep. There were too many thoughts clattering around in his head. Tomorrow was the first day of Welcome Week - a period of five days prior to the start of school with introductory celebrations, campus tours, and nightly food and games.

Tuesday morning was a pep rally, followed by the induction of all the new students and teachers. In the afternoon, there were games and raffles where school merchandise like shirts, pencils, and mugs could be won. On Wednesday, the clubs, fraternities, sororities, and other organizations put out booths around the school, with recruiters trying to pull in freshman and transfers. Thursday, all the different departments held events, including a documentary marathon by the History Department, go-kart racing in the Engineering Department, and the English Department's poetry slam, which Philip was going to help host. Friday was the students versus professors dodgeball game - an infamously fun but chaotic yearly tradition. Finally, Saturday, there was a school spirit parade through the town, followed by a huge picnic in the courtyard and a bonfire in the evening, Philip wondered if he would see Lucien at any of the Spirit events. He also started to worry whether he would actually have time to return to the library tomorrow. He was helping run games in the afternoon, and wouldn't be free until at least eight or nine. He did still need to finish his lesson plans though, so he decided that even if he was tired and running a little late, he would indeed be back as promised.

He was also wondering if Lucien really wanted him to come back. Was he just messing with Philip, teasing the newcomer for shits and giggles? Or did he actually have an interest in his new colleague, and genuinely want to get to know him. He had seemed pretty sincere when they spoke, and something about his warm, vibrant eyes and subtle coy smile drew Philip in, making him more compelled to trust the older man.

What could Lucien possibly see in him? Philip wondered. He wasn't very intelligent, or worldly, or even funny. He was barely more than a student himself, just an awkward 20-something struggling to acclimate to adult responsibilities. Maybe he could impress Lucien during the week; he was planning to perform a couple of his own poems on Thursday, and he was actually pretty decent at dodgeball. Once he proved that he actually had some talents, maybe Lucien would think of him as an equal, instead of the silly kid he appeared to be now.

Having finally gathered a charge, Philip’s phone lit up as it turned itself back on. He grabbed it to check for messages - nothing new, save for an automated reminder from his cell provider. Even though the digital clock in the top right of the screen read 3:17, Philip couldn’t bring himself to try to sleep. When he closed his eyes, bright green irises hovered in his mind, simultaneously making him excited and self-conscious.

Pulling up Facebook on his phone again, he scrolled through the cute animal pictures and political memes his friends had posted all evening. He found himself laughing at most of the posts, and started to wonder whether he really was any more mature than the rest of his social circle. When he found himself guffawing at a three-second clip of a screaming frog, Philip realized he definitely wasn’t. Maybe that was okay, though. Maybe he had judged his friends too harshly earlier. Being ‘professional’ and ‘adult’ was soul-suckingly boring; there was nothing wrong with keeping a youthful sense of humour.

It was nearly five in the morning by the time Philip finally nodded off, and he groaned in dismay when his seven-thirty alarm started blaring. He should probably have gotten up earlier, to be honest; the pep rally started at nine, and he still needed to shower, eat, and walk to campus. He had thought that two and a half miles would be plenty close enough to live, but as it turns out, that’s still a pretty decent distance without a car. To be fair, Philip technically had a car. There was a vehicle registered to him, and it was parked outside the apartment. He owned the keys, and even remembered where he had left them. However, the car was older than Philip and ran about as well as an arthritic old man. It guzzled gas like no tomorrow, and didn’t even start half the time. Going anywhere less than five miles away just wasn’t worth firing it up.

By the time he had clean hair, pants on, and food in his stomach, it was already eight fifteen. Philip glanced at his phone in desperation, hoping maybe if he stared at the clock hard enough, it would rewind a ways. The clock, of course, did no such thing, simply moving on to eight sixteen as if to tell him, “Nice try, moron. Now run, or you’re gonna be late.” Philip sighed, grabbing his bag and hurrying out the front door.

The clock read 8:57 by the time he reached campus, and it was actually about five past nine when Philip finally got into the gym. Luckily, the band was blaring and the students were cheering, so it wasn’t too hard for one small guy to sneak in unnoticed. He found space to sit near the top of the bleachers, and perched on the edge of the bench. The height was a little daunting, especially since the bleachers were old and none too sturdy, but he tried to focus on the celebration below. Running a hand nervously through his hair, Philip hummed his way through the school song, realizing in the process that he didn’t know the lyrics to save his life. He probably should’ve learned them before showing up, but it was a little late for that now. However, most of the students did know the song, and their belting voices drowned out his incompetence.

When the song was over, the cheerleaders came out to do a routine, and Philip found himself struggling to focus. His mind was on Lucien again, and the height of the bleachers was really starting to bother him. Every time he looked down, his head started to spin, and about halfway through the rally, he gave up, climbing to his feet and shuffling back down the stairs. His hand cinched tightly to the railing the whole way, as he didn’t trust his wobbling legs to keep him upright. Once he was outside and on level ground, Philip managed to calm down a bit, sinking down on a bench outside the gymnasium. He checked his phone to see what time it was. 9:45. The induction ceremony wasn’t till eleven, so he had a bit to relax and compose himself.

He pulled out his phone, grabbing headphones from his bag. Listening to music always helped him relax, and his favourite band had recently put out a new album. He leaned back against the brick exterior of the gym, breathing in the cool morning air. Today was a good day. Today was an important day. He was going to be inducted, officially made part of the Elk Grove family. He was going to be a Stag, and today he’d get his honorary antlers. As silly as the mascot implementation seemed, Elk Grove had a strong school spirit, and the Stag Family was a big part of it. They may not be a big school, but they were a tight-knit one, and fiercely loyal to boot. Being a Stag wasn’t something you grew out of upon retirement or graduation, it was a title for life.

Music in his ears and a quiet breeze rustling his hair, Philip zoned out, the serenity of a tranquil fall morning sucking all the anxiety right out of him. The induction ceremony had initially seemed intimidating - the whole school watching while you made your rite of passage, going from an outsider to one of them - but now, he couldn’t wait. He had always been a bit of an outsider as a kid; small, scatterbrained, and goofy, he didn’t fit in with the athletes, the nerds, or the popular kids. This was finally a place where he could belong and be welcomed with open arms.

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2017 #my writing #fantasy #modern fantasy #school #comedy

[tatooedlaura-blog]

Preparation

the series read as follows:

Superman … Monday … Cheezy Pouffs … Bacon … Stumbling … Trail Mix …  Punch ... Friday

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Maggie was not pleased.

“I don’t need any help. I will be fine. I’ll scoot around on my backside and …”

Scully stopped her, “Mom, there is no Earthly or un-Earthly way you are going to be able to get up on a toilet, reach the toothpaste, eat anything other than the crackers you have on the bottom shelf of the pantry because if you try to cook, you’ll burn the house down.”

Charlie cut her off, “mom, it’s either Dana moves in or I do and do you really want your son helping you go to the bathroom. I mean, I will, no complaints but just think about it for a minute.”

“Charles …”

“Hey, even my full name isn’t going to change my mind. It’s her or me, take your pick.”

Mulder seriously loved the whole family at that moment, Scully smirking beside her hulking brother, Charlie’s arms crossed, eyebrow raised, mock challenging the woman who could take his ass down with one cobalt-blue stare. It was the face-off of the century and no one flinched, Maggie holding her own until Charlie dealt the final blow, “I’ll be cooking for you as well, don’t forget.”

She caved instantly, dropping her drug-addled body back to her pillows, “Dana.”

Charlie grinned, “sorry I had to bring out the big guns.”

Scully poked her brother with her elbow, “and you’re okay with me watching the kids at mom’s?”

“Sure. Just don’t scare the littles with too many ghost stories because I know Mulder well enough to know there’d be visuals and a slide show and they’d never sleep again.”

She poked him again simply because he existed and was younger than her, “I’d unscare them with scientific explanations.”

“And put them right to sleep. Good idea.” His grin dropped to smirk, “science nerd.”

Mulder, through all this, had been watching Maggie slowly drift out of consciousness, eyes shut, head rolling slowly to the side. Nudging the two, “come on. She’s asleep and we don’t want to wake her.”

After whispered goodbyes to unhearing ears, they took another five minutes in the hall to finalize dropoff times and other familial nonsense before Charlie headed to work and Scully pulled out her phone, realizing they should probably tell someone in the FBI why there weren’t at their desks.

&&&&&&&&&&

Mulder made it to the Hoover Building by 2pm, heading to Skinner’s office immediately, hoping to catch his boss in the forgiving mood he was when Scully had called earlier.

Skinner’s angry forehead vein rage told him otherwise, “yes?”

“Sir, I was wondering if you’d like to do a quick review of the cases before I write them up or would you like me to leave you alone for five minutes so your blood pressure doesn’t burst your eyeballs?” He really should have known not to joke at that moment, especially when he’d seen AD Kersh leave the man’s office moments earlier but he did and he paid for it by being handed four other incomplete files to deal with and a look that told him he would be doing these files without an iota of bitching.

He left unscathed.

Later that evening, armed with bags of Thai food and guacamole from O’Henry’s taco truck, he headed to her house, having read her text stating, “I need Guac and spice … help me out.”

He complied and her dinner table was soon littered with bags, boxes and single serving forks in cellophane, the feast waiting for her to come home from the hospital, which she did ten minutes after he walked into her living room. Taking one look at the spread, she gave him a smile that made his toes hot and his fingertips itch to touch her, “you are the best text answerer ever.”

Cracking his knuckles, he handed her a paper plate, “have at it.”

It didn’t take long for them to finish eating, Mulder relaying the dazzling story of his day with Skinner’s forehead vein and the now completed files, which were sitting quietly in Skinner’s inbox ready and waiting for Monday morning, “you finished files? Without me harassing you about it? Awww and I missed it.”

Watching her mocking frown face, he shoved her lightly down to the cushions of the couch, “I’d attack you for some lovin’ but I’m tired and need a place to sleep.” Settling his head on her thigh, hand wrapped around knee, “I recall something about wanting to do this but without the clothing interruption.”

“You want to sleep on my leg while naked?”

Eyes closing, comfortable in the world, he snuggled her muscle for a moment, “next time.”

Next time wound up being 4am, when Mulder got up to go to the bathroom and returned to find Scully’s pants gone, afghan covering from neck to the top of her bare legs. He smiled, dropped his suit pants and settled in, Scully commenting once in a sleepy giggle that she had a feeling she’d be getting beard burn in the oddest of places over the next 70 years.

Mulder agreed.

&&&&&&&&&&&

“Do you want to help me grocery shop? Do you want to stay here and Mom proof the house? Do you want to do both? Neither? Either?”

Mulder, having just walked in the front door to Maggie’s house, stopped dead in his tracks, “Mom proof?”

“Yeah. Move rugs out of the way, take breakables off shelves, clear paths to bathroom and kitchen, clean counters and tables and vacuum so she doesn’t feel the need to scrub the moment I turn my back.”

“Your mother sounds like she’s going to be a sneaky handful.”

Smiling at him, beckoning him further than the door jamb, “she’ll be fine but I’d like to make this as easy as possible, plus with all the kids coming, we’re going to have to change sheets and make beds and find a place for mom to sleep.” Scully ran a hand over her face, “good lord, what have we done? We’re going to be dead by Wednesday.”

Mulder laughed, “what’s all this ‘we’ talk, woman? I’m giving you 23 minutes today and then I’m gone until this house population is down below three.”

Without hesitation, “this ‘we’ talk translates to ‘you gave me a red M&M so you are stuck with me and my family for the duration of the universe’.”

He liked her an awful lot at that moment and telling her so by nudging her to the staircase and pointing a step up until she moved and could look him in the eye, he then wrapped his substantially long arms tightly around her torso, “I will shop and cook and clean and scrub and sheet and fluff and move and shift and de-rug all you want me to … just say that whole red M&M thing again.”

After a lengthy kiss, she rested her forehead against him, “I love you, too, Fox Mulder.”

“Not gonna kiss me again until I scrub a bathroom, are you?”

“Not on your handsome little life.”

“Then to answer your original question, I would like to go grocery shopping with you, then organize the shit out of this house and cook until we have enough food to feed an army at a moment’s notice.”

Before she pulled back, she reached around and squeezed his butt, eliciting an eyebrow raise and a jump from Mulder, “that’s a reminder of rewards to come.”

“You’re killing me with those hands.”

“Two points for me.”

&&&&&&&&&&&

By Saturday night, Mulder was downright exhausted. He had no idea how Scully was still standing and not complaining of crushed toes, muscles aches, headaches, cuts, scrapes and general bruising. He felt like he’d run a marathon with his eyes shut through metal piping and broken glass while she stood there in the living room, fresh and pure as a fucking spring daisy.

She gave him a look out the corner of her eye, “doing okay? Dead on your feet yet?”

“Fell apart two hours ago. I’m now just a shell running on automatic.”

Having moved clothes and other sundries there earlier in the day, she scrunched a handful of his dirty shirt in her hand, tugging him along towards upstairs, “come on. My bed awaits.”

He halted her with lead feet and eye squinting, “we’re sleeping on your old twin?”

Because she was in a weirdly tired, weirdly wired kind of mood, she winked at him, “I wasn’t thinking of doing much sleeping at first.”

Well, hell, now he was all for small mattresses and their place in his world, “are you suggesting we christen your childhood bed with raucous nakedness and bed-board bending badness?”

“Alliteration aside, Mr. Oxford, yes, I was thinking of doing some of that tonight, that is, if you’re up for it?”

Simply gesturing with a finger towards the stairs, she smiled and led the way.

Now, there wasn’t any bed board bending or breaking that they knew of but there was plenty of amusement, especially when they rolled out and onto the floor, Mulder landing heavily on top. Scully groaned as Mulder tried and failed to get off her, sheets tangled around his feet and the wood floor cold on his hot skin where the rug ended, “I swear, when we buy our own bed, it will be queen size … minimum. It will be memory foam and have a headboard that doesn’t squeak and for the love of God, it will not be anywhere near your mother’s house.”

He suddenly didn’t weight so much, Scully stopping his wiggling with her hands on his elbows, “what?”

Mulder stilled, then realized what he said, blushing slightly, eyes dropping, mouth quirking in a ‘did I say that out loud’ quarter smile, “nothing.”

Pulling herself up after he shifted for her, she settled her bare butt on the braided rug, leg over his thigh, hand on his knee, “when are we buying our bed?”

“Yeah, um, I didn’t mean to say that.”

She kissed his chin, “but you’ve been thinking about it, I assume.”

Looking at her quickly, he then ducked his head, “apparently.”

Going in for another kiss, this one more north than the last, “well, for future reference, I’ve never slept on memory foam but I’ve heard good things. Now, I need to go clean up and while doing that, I implore you not to look at the weird rug mark I now probably have indented forevermore on my right butt cheek.”

She could diffuse a situation like nobody’s business and truly grateful he didn’t ask her to marry him right then, he shut his eyes, “you have four seconds, then I’m lookin’ and I’m enjoyin’.” Scully scrambled up quickly but was still standing, facing away from him, when he opened his eyes after the allotted amount of time, “you aren’t moving very fast there, Agent Scully.”

Staying still, Mulder’s belly cinched tight as he noticed her hand by her face. Tripping once before standing, he turned her around by the shoulders, knowing what he was going to find …

And he did …

Her hand under her nose, blood seeping in tiny, life-draining drops between her clenched fingers.

#Maggie Scully #msr #Life part 2 series #the one where Mulder forgets and says things outloud #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #My writing

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(Camila/You) - Phantasm - Chapter 11

“NO!”

I jumped from the bed and began pacing the room. My scalp felt hot as I ran my hands through my hair over and over again, my fingernails raking the skin. I wanted to punish myself for my stupidity. There was no excuse for what I said: drunk or not. To put someone’s freewill in your own hands was unacceptable.

“No, no, no, no, no,” I mumbled. The words I said kept replaying over and over again as if haunting me. And in a sense it really was because I knew no matter what I did, I couldn’t live this decision down.

“Y/N—”

I stalked towards Phantasm and saw her recoil from me. She looked scared, even more so than I was. “You. Tell me you didn’t.”

“I—”

“Tell me you didn’t grant it. Tell me it was an illegal wish. TELL ME!” The tone in my voice betrayed the desperation I felt.

Her eyes told me the answer even before the words came out of her mouth. “I had no choice.”

My legs finally gave way underneath me and I fell on the bed. “What have I done,” my voice weak and grainy. My chest was tight, making it hard for me to breathe. My head felt fuzzy and my throat felt dry. It was as if my body was slowly trying to kill me—to make me realize the severity of what I had done.

“You know, Y/N,” Phantasm started, “you’re not the first one who’s asked me for love.” I turned my head to get a good look at her. She looked wistful but sad at the same time. “A lot of people have handled me before you. And I never reacted when they made their wish, I was happy to give them whatever they wanted. But you… you’re the first one I actually cared about. That’s why I’m hurt by this just as you are.”

At any other day, I would’ve sneered at her, believing this to be some kind of joke again. However, no one can fake the look of utter desolation mirrored in her eyes. There was no denying the fact that making that wish broke the both of us.

Wait… That’s it.

A wish.

I immediately sat upright, the movement making me dizzy for a moment. I grabbed my phone and faced Phantasm. “Give me my wishes.”

“Wh—what?” stuttered Phantasm.

“What do I have to do to get my wishes for today? Tell me now!”

“Are you insane? Why the hell would I even give you your wishes when you just saw what happened?”

I gripped the phone tighter and shook it. “Just let me make a wish! Let me wish all of this to be undone. I wish I didn’t make my wish last night! Do it!”

Fully believing I found the solution, I waited in anticipation for Phantasm to grant it. But instead of what I was expecting, her face softened and her eyes were downcast.

“Grant it!” I demanded. “I thought you were hurting too? This would solve everything!”

Phantasm looked up and winced, not a good sign. “I… can’t.”

“What the fuck? What are you fucking saying?” Instead of answering, Phantasm disappeared and a document entitled ‘Phantasm Terms and Conditions’ appeared onscreen. “What the hell?”

“I know you didn’t read the terms and conditions,” she said in the background, “no one does. But if you did, you’d understand.”

Slowly, I read a number highlighted in bold letters.

4. Undoing Wishes. All wishes are absolute and cannot be undone. The user cannot wish for a rewind or any wish that can interfere with an already granted previous wish.

Exception: If a user insists on undoing a previous wish, it can only be done by undoing all wishes the user has been granted with thus far. Moreover, it would make the user forfeit the possession of the Phantasm application.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. This… this isn’t real.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry I can’t do anything about it. I—”

“Then undo it all,” I finally snapped. “The Grammy’s, the record deals, the money, they were never mine anyway! Just fucking take them all!”

“Do you really want that?”

I didn’t need the money and the fame. I have never been one to greedily grab a shortcut to my dreams. Working in Stuart’s store taught me that hard work and perseverance really does pay off. That’s why I can live without all these extra stuff because I could just work for them later. I can achieve them on my own in the future.

But this fake life I’m living wasn’t just about me anymore.

I remembered Sam. Even though I always treated her like a princess, there were things I just couldn’t give her. Now, she could ask for anything and it would be given to her. She was studying in a good school, one that I couldn’t be able to afford before. And she found a good friend in Sofi.

I remembered my mom. God, she deserved the whole fucking world. She sacrificed so much for the two of us that I don’t know how I could ever repay her. She looked so thin and her eyes were sunken, like they’ve never seen the light of day. Now, she was glowing. She was smiling and laughing again, something I’ve never heard before. She looked healthy and was finally living the life I longed to give her.

How can I take those away from them?

“No,” I answered.

“I thought so,” Phantasm said with a sigh. “You love your family too much.”

I sank back down on the bed and stared at the wall. My body felt heavy, like I’d just ran a marathon in a freaking desert. There was no more fight in my body and slowly I felt my mind accept the fact that this mistake would haunt me for the rest of my life.

“Someone sent you a message.” Phantasm continued after getting no response from me. “It’s Julian, he’s asking when you’ll come to the studio.”

“I… don’t know,” I managed to say.

“I understand.”

After that, Phantasm didn’t say anything anymore and left me to my thoughts. I scoured through my mind for a semblance of hope—that maybe this isn’t all that bad. But in the end, I knew better. Camila never loved me and now I’ve forced her to. No matter how hurt I was at her words, this should never have happened. However, I knew there was no way I could stop this. She loved me now—the one thing I’ve always dreamed of.

And yet here I was alone with my thoughts, and wishing she didn’t love me at all.

-//-//-//-//-//-

“You know, my sister has always liked bright colors so this would be perfect for her, don’t you think?”

Macy didn’t get a chance to answer before I grabbed a handful of rose colored dresses in my arms and dropped them in a cart. A flustered saleswoman was following the two of us since we arrived but we really didn’t need her help. The moment I saw a nice looking dress, I immediately took it and wheeled away, her footsteps close behind me.

“Geez, Y/N,” complained Macy. “You’re buying all these clothes but do you even know what Sam’s size is?”

I turned around and studied Macy. “Hmm, good point. Hi,” I said, turning to the saleswoman, “can I get all of these in both small and medium sizes? Thanks.”

She opened her mouth to speak but I was already walking towards another aisle before I could hear a peep out of her. I got a few more dresses for Sam before a sign for women’s clothes caught my attention.

“Oh! Macy let’s go,” I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind me. She groaned but followed me regardless.

“Y/N you better have a better reason for demanding me to be in LA other than shopping. I cancelled a date for this,” Macy warned.

“A date? Perfect! I was just about to buy you a dress!”

“Wait, wha—”

I grabbed a blue cotton dress from the rack and held it in front of her. “Look at this. What kind of guy is he?”

“I—you—you remember I’m gay too, right?”

I dropped the dress on the floor and let out an awkward laugh. “Of course I remember, I was just… joking. Anyway… what to buy, what to buy?”

Macy grabbed my arm before I could walk away from her. She looked pissed earlier but she was just exhausted now. She looked around, checking for any unwanted eyes before speaking up.

“What the hell is going on here, Y/N?”

“We’re buying clothes.”

“Shouldn’t you be working?”

“N—no.” I inwardly cursed myself for stuttering. Macy took that as a lie and raised an eyebrow, urging me to go on and explain myself. “Look, Macy, I just need to distract myself for a while, okay? I just need a friend.”

Macy sighed and shook her head. While it’s true that I looked at Macy as my friend, it was mainly because she wasn’t a 'yes girl’ to my every whim. She reprimands me when I’m out of line instead of letting me do stupid things. Aside from Phantasm, she’s the only one I feel comfortable with talking about things that were personal for me.

“Come on, let’s pay for all these things,” she said, walking away from me. We didn’t talk again until we were both back in the car.

“I’m sorry for dragging you all the way out here, Macy,” I said.

She smiled as she turned out of Rodeo Drive. “It’s fine. Although I kinda didn’t have a choice since you’re paying me.” I apologized again but was only met with another laugh. “So are you gonna tell me why you asked me to be here yet?”

I sighed and turned my head towards the window. It’s been a week since I made the biggest mistake of my life and I haven’t let myself get close to the studio. Phantasm let me wish up a replacement producer to work on the album so Julian wouldn’t go at it alone. He only called me once but didn’t ask me for the details when I told him it was personal. I wanted so badly to see this album through to the end but… but…

Camila.

God, I spent hours everyday just thinking about scenarios on how meeting her would be like now. What would she say to me? How would she act? Now that she loved me, I was scared. Whenever my phone would light up, my heart would race. What if that was Camila? What if she was calling to profess her love for me? Could I even face her without falling to my knees crying and apologizing over and over again? I wasn’t ready to know any of the answers to my questions.

“Ready to tell me yet?”

Our eyes met for a brief second before Macy looked back at the road. I debated what to tell her and after a while decided to tell her the bare minimum. “I did something horrible. And instead of facing it, I’m running away.”

A few minutes of silence fell on us before Macy spoke up. “And it’s… one of the girls right? Fifth Harmony?”

“Yeah.”

“Camila?”

“…yeah,” I said turning to her.

She gave me an apologetic smile. “Sam told me.”

I sighed. “I swear to god Sam would tell the whole country if she could.”

“Hey, Y/N.” There was a foreign seriousness in Macy’s voice. “Can I say something as a friend?”

“Yeah, of course,” I assured her, sitting up straight in my seat and waiting for her to continue.

She gave me a brief glance then spoke. “You’re not capable of doing anything horrible. You’re not that kind of person. And even if you did, I know you didn’t mean it. Running away never solves anything and I know you know that. Talk to her, Y/N. Apologize and make her understand. The sooner, the better. There are only limited hours, minutes, seconds, we have on earth. Don’t waste any of them hiding inside your comfort zone.”

“It’s not that easy,” I reasoned.

“You’re right, maybe it’s not. But is living with the guilt any easier?” She was right, it wasn’t. “Go to her and stop running away. Don’t waste your time breaking relationships when you should be building them up.”

Macy stopped the car and turned her body towards me. “Go,” she said, pointing behind me. I followed her eyes and saw that we were in front of the recording studio. “Apologize, beg, talk, do anything. Because then at least you’re doing something.”

“Macy, this is a horrible idea.”

“Oh and running away is better? Please.” She smiled when she heard me laugh. Macy was right, one hundred percent. This was no time to be running away. It was time to own up to my mistakes and face them head on. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of all these impulsive shopping.”

I gave Macy a hug before she left me on the sidewalk as I watched her drive away. My heart was beating so fast but I pushed through the nerves and opened the front doors. Every footstep I made seemed to match the beating in my chest. There was no one in the hallway as I walked, as if to punctuate the fact that I was alone.

My hand hovered over the handle as my brain started to think about the different possibilities that could happen the moment I pushed the door open. I tried to imagine myself looking Camila in the eyes and come up with something to say—or do. My mind began to run through different scenarios that could happen one after the other. And just when I thought I was finally ready to face off something I’ve been avoiding all this time, fate decided to throw me a curveball.

“Y/N?”

I slowly turned around, fully knowing who the voice belonged to and yet, wishing I was wrong. Camila stood there, looking the same way as all the times I saw her and yet my hands were shaking and my mouth dry. I scoured my mind for the thousands of words I’ve been practicing in my head but as I looked into her almond orbs, all those words disappeared in an instant.

“I… need to go,” I uttered. Before she could say anymore, I walked past her, my arm brushing against her. I wanted to apologize but knew if I let myself even catch another glimpse of her, I wouldn’t be able to look away anymore.

Camila called my name but I didn’t let it stop me. However, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was curious as to what she would tell me now that she was in love with me. How would my mind—my body—react when she tells me those specific three words?

Before I could react, I felt a hand clamp on my arm, stopping me from moving. Camila made her way in front of me and blocked my only chance at an exit. She didn’t talk immediately, just stood and studied my face. Her eyes peered into mine and when she did, I immediately saw a certain gentleness in them. She looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered right now. And while normally, I would welcome that emotion, it only served to hurt me more now.

Because she never looked at me like that before I made my wish.

“Don’t go. I—we need to talk,” she said. Her hand was still around my arm and I decided to be the one to pull away. She looked between me and her hand before dropping it to her side.

“We don’t,” I said with a whisper. I cleared my throat from the resurgence of emotions I thought I hid deep inside.

She shook her head and looked at the floor. “We do about… that night.”

This was the perfect chance for me to escape from this conversation. All I needed to do was move around her and head straight for the door. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“What I said,” Camila continued, “wasn’t true.”

“It is.”

“No, it isn’t,” she countered, finally meeting my eyes again. “Everything I said was too much. You don’t deserve that. You’ve been nothing but an incredible friend to me even though I’ve always been a shitty one to you.”

“Camila—”

“No.” She held up her hand and stopped me mid-sentence. “Even when I trampled on your emotions, you still loved me. You did everything you promised me. You wrote a song with me, you gave me more time… and you were always there for me.”

I smiled at Camila—a smile that took all of my effort and remaining strength. “You don’t need to feel bad if you don’t feel the same way as I do. I can’t…” The words caught in my throat and I had to cough a few times before they could spill out of my lips. “I can’t force you to love me.”

“But that’s just it.”

“What?”

“You’re not.”

“What are you—” The moment I realized what Camila meant, it was too late to run away anymore.

“I do love you.”

Ever since I realized my feelings for Camila, I spent countless hours of the day thinking about what it was like to confess to her. I began to wonder the different things she would say when I told her I was falling for her. Then when I confessed and she said to give her more time, I began to imagine the day when Camila would finally reciprocate my feelings. Day after day, these thoughts would get me through the day and give me hope that one day her heart would beat my name.

But I never could’ve imagined the hollowness pooling in my chest the moment she said those words.

And I’m sure Camila didn’t expect it either because her brows were furrowed in confusion. Nevertheless, she put on a smile and waited for me to reply. But how could I? How could I jump up and down in happiness when I knew that an otherworldly force was making her say those words?

“You don’t,” I managed to say.

Her smile faltered but she cleared her throat and showed me an even bigger one. “I do. When I got home that night, I got to thinking about what happened and felt like something was wrong. That’s when I suddenly realized that I really was in love with you and I shouldn’t fight it anymore.”

Suddenly realized.

My eyes stung and I knew I was close to tears. Camila thought she had a sudden moment of clarity when in reality that was the moment my wish came true. Would it be better to tell her the truth? Should I tell her how her feelings are just the result of one wish from a sick, selfish person? No matter what she says or how I feel, only one thing was true.

I didn’t deserve this girl’s love.

“I… can’t, sorry.” I watched her smile disappear as her shoulders fall. Her mouth was slightly open as if she wanted to say something and yet, no words were coming out.

I used the opportunity to walk past her and out the door. There was no hand to stop me anymore and I was thankful for that. I bit back the tears threatening to fall down my cheeks. It was better this way, I thought to myself. This was one wish I didn’t want to explore any further. I would finish the album and never talk to or see Camila again.

And yet my mind played her confession over and over again.

-//-//-//-//-//-

Since that day, I decided that the best thing to do was to go back to the way it was before. Not as far as retracting my wish, but back to the time before I confessed my feelings to Camila. I poured all my time into the album, working double time with Julian and helping with some post-production stuff. I kept mingling with the girls to a minimal.

With Camila though, it was nonexistent.

I made sure to avoid Camila at all costs. My eyes would catch her staring at me now and again but I didn’t pay her any mind. It was better this way because the faster I finished this album, the faster I would be out of Camila’s reach.

There was no doubt in my mind that I was hurting her but I needed to be strong for the both of us. Having a relationship with her when she’s in love with me due to a fake sense of affection would only doom us both in the long run. I continued telling myself I was right as Normani left the booth.

Julian talked to the girls as I checked our schedule for today. One good thing to come out of all of this was that I used my work to distract myself from Camila, meaning Fifth Harmony’s album was basically finished now. Studio stuff were done and production would take control so basically we didn’t need to see the girls anymore.

I decided to congratulate Julian when he sat back down. “We finally finished recordings. Good job, man, ” I said, patting his shoulder.

“Hmm?” he uttered as I watched him reset the soundboard again. “Oh we have one more song.”

“What?” I flipped the schedule I had but no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find any more songs. “We finished Voicemail, that’s the last one right?”

“Oh yeah, you don’t know because you weren’t here that time.”

“What do you mean?”

Julian turned to me and smiled. “We’re gonna record a song Camila wrote.”

“Ca—Camila?”

As if on cue, Camila walked towards the booth, guitar on hand. She pulled a chair and placed it near the microphone. My mind was racing as Camila sat down and looked me in the eyes through the glass. I barely noticed the other girls walk up behind me.

“You gotta hear this, Y/N,” I heard Ally say. “Camila wrote a beautiful song.”

“A—song?”

“Yeah,” answered Dinah. “She played it for us yesterday and I have to admit, I couldn’t believe she really wrote something like that.”

“I’m excited,” said Julian. “This is the first time we’re gonna hear it.”

My mind began to replay the days I spent with Camila. Try as I might, however, I couldn’t think of one time she told me she was writing a song. Or maybe she did and I wasn’t listening? No, that’s impossible, I would know everything about Camila. But then, she never told me about a song.

Unless…

All my thoughts stopped the moment Camila opened her mouth and sang.

Pick up the pen, put it on the paper

Write on my skin, bring me to life

It was the song we were writing all this time. Camila finished it.

Everything is blank until you draw me

Touching on my body like you know me

Suddenly the memory of me touching Camila inside her room invaded my mind. I remembered the budding feelings in my heart at that exact moment. Her eyes held mine steadily as she let me caress her body. And now she put all those feelings into words.

Write on me, color outside the lines

Love the way you tear me up

Baby take your time

I told her not to conform herself into a box. I told her to always see the brighter strokes outside of that same box. And now she’s singing it to me—reminding me.

You are my friend, straight and no chaser

Burns going down and it keeps me alive

I remembered finishing this verse with her, however, she completely changed it into something new. And for some reason as she’s strumming her guitar and pouring her heart out, I felt like maybe she was singing about me.

Tell me the truth, I like the danger

'Cause in the end, you will be mine

Camila looked up and sang the last part staring directly at me. All doubts in my mind disappeared as the truth finally sank in. Our song started as a love song written by two friends and now it became a song that Camila used to convey her feelings for me. I should be happy but I couldn’t let myself enjoy the moment—not when I knew the truth.

As she sang the chorus once again, I did my best to at least get some time to straighten out my feelings. Slowly, I felt myself wavering against her. All the defenses I put up were bulldozed by one note of her song. Yeah, this wasn’t our song anymore. It was Camila’s. I braced myself as I heard the bridge come in. It was something we never finished and I was scared that it might be the one that breaks down everything I’ve built to protect my feelings for her.

I could see a city sleep, I could see an ocean wave

Everything is changing and it’s written on my face

With that, everything inside me crumbled. That time—that moment was so much bigger than the both of us. In front of a sleeping city, above the rumble of the ocean, both of our hearts finally met. It was the one memory I held closely against my chest because it was the one time I could truly say I felt happy with Camila. I told her that pain and hurt was temporary. And now she was the one trying to tell me that.

You have to cling unto those good times and don’t let the sadness win.

That’s what I told her that night because that’s what I believed. I wanted her to not let the pain dictate her life. And now, she was the one telling me that. She wanted me to push through the pain of her words and come to her—love her.

And the most fucked up thing was even if I knew it was wrong… I wanted to love her.

The moment Camila sang the last note, I immediately stood up and walked out of the room. I took a few steps away from the door before I finally managed to catch my breath. There were so many things running through my mind and I needed a minute to compose myself.

“Y/N!”

I clenched my shaking fist. I knew who it was, her voice was as familiar as my own. But I didn’t turn around, hoping she would just go away because I was afraid. I was afraid of the feelings coming back and gripping my heart after I tried so hard to bury them deep inside.

All my hopes were crushed, however, as I felt Camila’s hand grab my arm and turned me around. Her eyes surveyed my features and I began to wonder how I looked like to her. She raised her hands and cupped my cheeks with them. Her warmth permeated through my skin, melting the coldness I’ve shown her these past few days.

And along with it, my resolve.

“W—why?” I managed to ask.

She smiled as she traced her thumbs across my skin. “I needed to show you that I was sorry. I wanted you to understand just how much I really, really do love you.”

There it was again. I wanted to run away so badly and never come back. But my feet were planted on the ground and my eyes on hers. All my objections and queries were gone the moment she sang. Maybe they were even gone the moment she told me she loved me.

I knew it wasn’t right. I knew it was fake. But damn hearing her tell me she loved me felt so good.

My wish really did come true, I thought as a stray tear fell down my cheek.

I should be happy. But there was still an inkling of righteousness inside me that I held on to for dear life.

“You don’t,” I replied, repeating the same thing I said to her before.

“Look at me,” she said. Her hands moved from my face to my shoulders. “This is me laying everything out for you like you did to me. This is me telling you that now, I'm the one who’s always going to be here for you. This is me begging you to push through the pain I put you through… and forgive me.”

Camila stepped closer to me, her hand wiping the tears I couldn’t hold back anymore. “This is me loving you, the same way you love me.”

Everything in my mind went quiet. When before my mind would have internal struggles with itself, now, it was peaceful. I studied Camila’s eyes and realized how beautiful they were. Her skin looked so smooth that I just wanted to touch her. But then I saw her lips and the way they were slightly parted made me remember the way those lips felt against mine.

I couldn’t think of anything else but the fact that such an incredible girl loved me.

With smooth movements, her arms made their way around my neck and pulled me into a hug. It’s a wonder how her body seemingly fit perfect against mine—like we were meant to be together.

And just like that, I forgot the reason why I was fighting being with her all this time.

“Let me love you.” Her voice was muffled against my shirt but I heard it loud and clear. I was about to answer her when I saw the studio door open. Immediately, four girls filed out into the hallway, surprise on their faces when they saw Camila holding onto me.

Their presence gave me back my rationale and I realized just how dangerous loving Camila was. The only thing to do now was pull away from her and tell her I couldn’t love her anymore. There was no doubt in my mind that it was the right thing to do.

And yet my arms wrapped themselves around Camila’s waist.

I knew it was wrong. I knew it was headed for disaster. And yet…

“Okay,” I whispered. I felt Camila smile against my shirt.

There was no more fight left in me. Camila didn’t deserve someone as selfish like me but this was the only way I thought of atoning for my mistake. I’ll love her with all I have and more if need be. I’ll give her my time, my whole heart. I’ll make her feel like the princess she is.

Then maybe, just maybe, the day would come when the line between reality and fiction would blur and she’ll genuinely fall in love with me.

“I’m sorry,” I said in between tears.

“Shh,” she cooed, hugging me tighter. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Instead of consoling me however, her words only made me sob harder. I don’t know how many apologies I cried out that day. All I knew was that no amount would be enough.

And Camila would never know why.

“I’m sorry.”

#UPDATE #series #non AU #slash #/you #angst drama #family #humour #romance fluff #submission #Phantasm