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kwisatzworld · 6 months

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Vale's Last Year in 250cc - 1999

Malaysian GP, Sepang “The winter was fun. Usually I don’t like the winter because it' s too cold, but where I live, near the Adriatic coast, there are so many people in the summer. That didn’t used to be a problem, but now everyone recognises me, so it’s Rossi! Rossi! Rossi! all the time. I don’t like it!” “I spent a lot of time with my friends, as that’s when I’m happiest. We went skiing a few times, a big gang of us. Mad! Snowboarding is more fashionable nowadays but I’m faster on skis, so it’s better! Melandri came with me once, he’s my best mate in the paddock, plus Alessandro Brannetti, a new Italian 125 guy.” “I moved into my new house just before Christmas and that was great, though my mother came with me! I wanted to live alone, but she said no. It’s okay living with her, I’m so busy it’s good to have her around.” “My girlfriend Eliane came out to Malaysia with me. We’ve been going out for almost two years now, though she doesn’t come to so many races. Women need a lot of attention, so having her with me at races is both good and bad!”

Spanish GP, Jerez “Halfway through my victory lap I knew I’d never make it back to the pits without a piss, so I had to stop in that marshal’s toilet, otherwise disaster!”

French GP, Circuit Paul Ricard “I got into some big trouble for my celebration at Jerez. The GP bosses fined me after I won the race and then stopped at the toilet on my slow-down lap, but you’re not allowed to stop on the track after the race. But I was right off the track, so I wasn’t being dangerous. I don’t care if they fine me anyway, because Aprilia pays! Seriously, they should worry about really improving safety and also improving the show. For sure I will do the same thing again because I like to amuse the fans.” “I think the GP bosses want to make motorcycle racing like F1 cars and I don’t think that’s right. Sure there is more money in F1 and there are more fans, but bike racing is more fun and more exciting. The bosses don’t seem to understand that bike fans are very different from car fans, maybe they’re a little more crazy. I don’t like F1 because it doesn’t seem like a real sport to me. It seems that everyone in F1 is only there for the money, while motorcycles are about passion.” “You may have noticed I had some new stickers on my bike in France, they are insurance and tax stickers, just like you have on the street. Just for a joke!”

Italian GP, Mugello “Races in Italy are always difficult for me, so much pressure, so many people. But fun also. I’m used to all the fans coming after me now, the only way I can get around is to ride my scooter fast, and don’t stop; otherwise I get a hundred autograph hunters. Of course, I sign a lot, but I wouldn’t have time to ride my bike if I signed them all! A big gang of my fans camped out at Curva Casanova at Mugello. They made a lot of noise, but not as much as the crazy fans who rev their engines all day and night at Mugello. You cannot believe the noise!” “They liked my special paint job and leathers, it was a homage to the seventies, the age of love and peace: Valentini Peace&Love! I think they were good times and they were also the times when my dad won some 250 GP races. Respect!” “I crashed twice at Mugello, once on Friday morning and then once on my victory lap. It was crazy, the fans came on the track and tried to take my gloves, helmet, anything. Then I ran into Gigi [Soldano], one of the Dorna TV cameramen, and toppled off my bike. I guess he was looking through his lens, so he didn’t see how close I was!” “Before Mugello I spent some time at home, riding my 250 road bike and going motocrossing. I have a new motocross bike at home, but I can’t tell you what it is, because it’s not an Aprilia!”

Catanlan GP, Catalunya “People are already asking me what I’ll be doing in 2000. I’m not sure at the moment but I think I’ll stay in 250 for a third year. If I win the title I’ll probably stay, and if I don’t I’ll definitely stay. I’m not worried about running the #1 plate before I change classes again, #46 is better than number one.”

Dutch TT, Assen “After Barcelona I drove my camper van with my friend Uccio to Assen, but we broke down because the engine lost all its oil and water. We got it fixed and then carried on to Euro Disney. We spent a day there, very funny. I’d already been there once, back in ‘95 between two European championship rounds and I like it, it’s for kids and big kids like me. It’s a lot of fun, but you spend too much time waiting in queues for the rides.” “My favourite? The space mountain rollercoaster, it’s very, very, fast and turns left and right really suddenly and you’re in the dark so you don’t know which way you’re going to go next. I wouldn’t say it’s more fun than riding a GP bike, but you can sit there and enjoy the ride without worrying about your lap times.”

British GP, Donington Park “I like Donington Park; the only thing I didn’t like was the weather. I still don’t like racing in the water, so I just asked God to make it dry for the race. He did what I wanted, but only just!” “Me and my girlfriend Eliane dyed our hair bright green for Donington. Why? Because I like green! I’m almost running out of colours now, I’ve had my hair orange, yellow, grey, blue, yellow and black and the colours of the Italian tricolore. Tell me if you have any other suggestions!”

German GP, Sachsenring “I have been doing a lot of thinking about my future over the past few weeks. It’s not easy to decide what you want to do, especially when you have so many people offering you jobs. Number one, I know I am very lucky to be in this position and it’s very flattering to have so many people wanting me to ride for them. I’ve even been approached by Mick Doohan who wants me to ride for his Honda 500 team. Mick has talked with my father Graziano and my manager Gibo Badioli, and to get a job offer from a five-time World Champion is incredible.” “Basically, there are three offers open to me. The first is to ride a 250 again with Aprilia, who I’ve been with since 1996, and then two from different Honda 500 teams, Mick’s new team and the official Honda Racing Corporation squad. Everyone expects me to move up to 500 one day and I suppose I will some time, but I’m in no hurry, I’m not obsessed with doing 500. I love riding the 250 and this is only my second season in the class. Also, I’m still quite young so I believe time is on my side. Ideally I want to win the 250 title before I go to 500.” “That’s a problem because all the people who have offered me a ride want me to decide much sooner than that, whereas I would prefer to finish the championship and then think about next year during the off-season. Anyway, at the moment I feel like the three offers are in this order of priority: Aprilia, the official Honda team and then Mick’s team. So I think I will stay with Aprilia in 250s for 2000. I have a good relationship with the factory and I see no reason to leave them in a hurry.” “Now we have a four-week holiday, hooray! All I really want to do is sleep. During the break last year I went to Tunisia with a bunch of friends like Melandri, but all I want to do now is stay home and rest. My home is near a holiday resort anyway, near the Adriatic Sea, but to be honest I don’t like the sea so much. I prefer snow...”

Czech GP, Brno “I did pretty much nothing during the four-week break after Germany, just stay home, stay quiet and sleep very much! I did a bit of motocross with my friends, also some water skiing and a few parties. On weekends when I’m not racing, I never go to bed before six or seven on Sunday morning. If it’s a party, maybe even later, but going to bed at six in the morning is quite normal for me!” “Even when I was 14 I used to go to bed at 4am. Quite often I’d be riding around the local minimoto tracks until after midnight! If I go to sleep at 11 or 12 I just lie there, my eyes wide open. Maybe I would be good at 24-hour racing!” “Next race is Imola, another home GP for me, so big stress from all the media and all the fans. But that’s okay. As usual for an Italian race I will have a special paint job on my bike and special leathers, but I can’t tell you what they’ll be because I don’t know myself! We never plan this kind of thing, I’ll sit around with my friends, having a few beers, and someone comes up with some crazy idea and that’s what we go with!”

Imola GP, Imola “As always, I had to do something special for the weekend because it was an Italian race, so I had my hair done exactly like my chief mechanic, Rossano Brazzi. He’s a great guy, fantastic to work with, and he does such a great job on my bikes. I shaved the top of my head just like him, because he’s all bald up there, and you could hardly tell us apart! He’s quite old, but so am I nowadays. Twenty isn’t so young!” “Everyone was asking me at Imola about what I will do next year. If I got a few thousand lira for every time someone says ‘Valentino, what bike will you ride in 2000?’ I think I would be a very, very rich guy! Anyway, I’m planning to decide very soon and, of course, I’ll let you know as soon as I make up my mind.” “I’m looking forward to heading down to Australia, I like the place and the people have a lot of spirit, maybe that’s why they also seem to appreciate us Italians. My only worry is the weather. You always think of sunshine when you think of Australia but the race is too early in the spring and it can be really cold. The track even has a corner called Siberia!”

Australian GP, Phillip Island “As well as the cold, the other big thing about Phillip Island is jetlag. I arrived in Melbourne on Tuesday and you’re really tired for the next few days, waking up at four in the morning and all that. A lot of people use sleeping pills but you can’t really do that if you’re a rider, your head feels a bit dizzy the next day, which isn’t good at 280km/h. I was better by the time the GP started but still tired.” “Last year I was so tired I fell asleep during dinner at a restaurant in Cowes. It’s funny because we go all the way to Australia and everyone thinks it’s a very hot country, and it’s maybe the coldest GP of the year. They have penguins down there too, so maybe they should rename it the Grand Prix of Antarctica!”

South Africa, Welkom “We got to South Africa on Tuesdayand went straight to Welkom. This was my first time in Africa and I have to say I didn’t like it so much, though maybe we didn’t visit the best place. A few days before practice we went to a small safari park, not a zoo and not a game reserve. Some of the animals were in cages and some weren’t, the lions were. It’s better that way!” “Before I go to Brazil next week I’m going to spectate at the Italian round of the World Rally Championship at San Remo. I love rallying, it’s a fantastic sport and maybe I’ll have a proper go it if I ever get bored of bikes. I already do some rallying every year, in November I’ll be competing in a rally at Monza, probably in a Subaru. I know [Carlos] Sainz and Liatti, they’re great guys.” “Everyone says I have signed to ride 500 for Honda next year but it’s not true. Honda has made a great offer but the Aprilia offer is still more money, not that money is the most important thing. The big thing with the Honda is that it’s the best bike in 500, so I have a great chance to enter the 500 class with a really good machine and a great team.” “The Italian press is already going crazy about the whole thing, they make a big casino, a lot of noise about it! This is because I will be racing against Max for the first time, if I go to 500s. For sure Max would be difficult to beat, especially in my first year. He’s one of the best few 500 riders in the world but at the end of the day he’s only another rider.”

Rio GP, Jacarepagua “I am the champion! It' s difficult to compare this with the 125 title I won in ‘97 because while the 250 title is obviously more important and more difficult to win, the 125 was my first world title and it will always be special for that reason.” “Aprilia organised a big party at a Rio yacht club on Sunday night, right near the Sugar Loaf Mountain. It was fun because I paid for 20 of my best friends from my home town of Tavullia to fly to Rio. The guy who came around with me on my victory lap, dressed as an angel, was the 21st of my friends. He paid for his own ticket! I’m sure Aprilia will arrange another big party when I get back to Italy, but for sure the best party will be at my house, with all my friends!” “For sure there was even more pressure on me over the weekend, with the championship ready to be mine. But I don’t have a big problem with that kind of thing. So long as you can keep your concentration, nothing else matters, because you don’t let anything bother you when you’re on the bike. Life definitely gets easier when you’re on the bike, because you can stop worrying and get on with the fun part: riding!” “Before I went to Rio I spent a couple of days at the San Remo round of the World Rally Championship. I had a lot of fun there, even though I had to get up at 6.00am two mornings in a row, and as you probably know I hate getting up early.” “I spent some time with (Didier) Auriol, the French Toyota driver. He’s a crazy guy with a crazy face, he has really wild eyes, but he’s a good guy, very friendly. I also did some motocross during the break after South Africa. I’m much faster on a motocross bike than I was last year but I have to be very careful, especially because of the championship. I know how easy it is to hurt yourself doing motocross because I injured myself like that in ‘95 and I was in so much pain that I lost the next round of the Italian championship I was fighting for. My father was very angry!” “As far as next year goes, the situation is still the same, and I’m not going to make up my mind until I get home to Italy after the Argentine Grand Prix. I’m getting a lot of advice about what I should do from a lot of different people, but in the end it’s only me who can make the right decision.” “I have to be careful. I know that if Honda offer me whatever I want, the money I want, the team I want and so on, and I turn them down, maybe they won’t ask me to ride for them ever again. But if we can’t agree on which team, money and that kind of thing, maybe we can talk again another year when I’m ready to make the move.”

Argentine GP, Buenos Aires “So long as I’m up there fighting for the wins I don’t care if I’m on a 125 or 250. Or a 500! The biggest difference for me is off the racetrack. Every year there’s more journalists and television guys that want to talk to me. One day it will get to the stage where I won’t have any time to go out and ride the bike! I guess in some ways I preferred life when I wasn’t famous, but if I wasn’t famous it would mean I wasn’t winning races. So maybe I have no choice but to like being famous.” “I’m probably going to have my championship celebration party at my house in the middle of the month. It’ll just be my team and my friends, not a big press event like the one we had at Rio. Parties are more fun without cameras everywhere.” “The Rio party was a bit crazy, we had it at a big yacht club and everyone got thrown in the pool, fully clothed. I got thrown in twice and thought I was going to die of pneumonia.” “Then when there’s some snow I’m going to do a week’s skiing somewhere in Italy. And I want to go somewhere hot too, maybe Miami or somewhere in South America, so long as there’s sun, sand and sea, I don’t really care. I’m just going to spend seven days on the beach asleep. Perfect.” “As you know I don’t like riding under the water. I feel my wet-weather riding is improving and that’s important because it seems to rain at pretty much every GP these days.”

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Gimme Shelter - 5

Here comes chapter 5. Expect a little romance and fluff! Our protagonists even start to flirt 😏 I hope you enjoy the next part of their story! If so, please let me know and leave a comment, like or reblog. Thanks 💜

You can find parts 1 - 4 and my other fics on my masterlist

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~3.3k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more?

Chapter 5: A walk on the coast path, a flirt and a sweet encounter

Warnings: RPF, mention of mental health issues

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill or anyone who's related to him in any way, this is pure fiction and nothing more

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Face claims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly

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Over the next few days Kat and Henry got closer and closer. They had long conversations almost every day that were so very helpful for both of them and they felt that the bond between them, this strong connection they had all these years ago and that had been cut off so abruptly, was rebuilding slowly. It was almost like back in the days. Kat and Henry against the rest of the world.

Kat helped Henry to sort out his thoughts, to make decisions and plans without taking responsibility away from him. She didn't make it easy for him by taking over control or telling him what to do. All she did was listen, sharing her view on things and giving him advice and she did it in a way that made it easy for Henry to see where he wanted to go with his life in the future. She didn't judge, she didn't criticize, she just gave him her opinion and support and that was all he was asking for.

On day 8 after the treehouse talk Henry was brooding over a text he wanted to publish. A statement for his fans, the media, the public in general but it wasn't so easy to get the tone right and to explain enough to make his latest actions relatable without giving up too much of his privacy. He closed his laptop with a sigh and rubbed his tired eyes when it knocked on the door.

"Come in." he said, hoping it was Kat and his wish came true.

"Hey." Kat greeted him with a bright smile and joined him at the kitchen table. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." He shook his head. "I'm not very productive today."

"So maybe you need a distraction? What about a walk on the coast path? The weather is lovely and I'm really in need of some fresh air. Wanna join me?"

Kat flinched when Mr. Darcy jumped onto her lap out of the blue. "Heavens, Darce...you're gonna give me a heart attack one day." The cat ignored her fond scolding and curled up into a ball on her thighs, clearly demanding a bit of tender loving care that she gave him with an amused smile. "I haven't seen him downstairs in days."

"Cat got your tongue?" Kat stood up with a smirk and Henry was sure she was swaying her hips more than usual when she went to the door. "Come on, Cavill. Let's go."

Henry chuckled. "Yeah, it seems he's moved in with us. He sleeps with Kal in my bed every night. I think he's in love." Kat grinned. "Well, I can't blame him. Who wouldn't fall in love with a smart, sexy hunk and his furry companion." She gave him a flirtatious wink and now Henry was the one feeling like having a heart attack.

This was new. She'd never flirted with him before. All their banter was of friendly nature, sarcastic and funny but not flirty. He wanted to give her a witty answer, make a sexy remark but his mind went blank. All he was able to think about was how badly he wanted to touch and kiss her and so he opened his mouth but not a single word came out.

Kat's heart was racing when they left the house and walked down the road that led to the coast path side by side. It was obvious that her cheeky remark had caught him off guard but she wasn't sure if he considered her move good or bad. It had taken all her courage to try and flirt with him and his reaction left her a little clueless. It was not like she didn't know how to flirt. She did and she loved a sexy flirtatious banter. She wasn't shy and she also was aware of the fact that she was attractive but when it came to Henry everything was different. She turned into an insecure teenager again, helplessly in love and completely confused.

Just don't make the same mistakes again. Her thoughts wandered back to the night she'd spend with Eli after the city festival. When she went home with him she wanted to have sex with him, she really did but it didn't work. Whenever she closed her eyes and kissed him she saw Henry and the way he had looked at her when they were dancing slowly. Elijah soon noticed that something was off and he connected the dots quickly. He was very sweet and instead of being pissed he made coffee and they sat down and talked. Kat told him about her and Henry, all about their past, about Poppy, the heartbreak, her feelings for him, just everything. When she was finished Eli gave her a grin. "Well, I've been dumped for worse guys than Henry Cavill. I mean, even I wouldn't say no to him and I'm straight as fuck."

Kat chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Thank you for your understanding. I just don't know how to deal with my feelings. I don't even understand the nature of these feelings."

"The nature? You're falling for him again. And judging by the way he looked at you and the death stares he was giving me all night, I'd say he feels the same way." Eli shrugged as if it was as clear as day. "And you should really grasp at that second chance."

Kat sighed. "I don't know. What if he hurts me again?"

"You're not sixteen anymore. I'm sure he's learned his lesson and so have you. Just don't fuck it up this time, Kat."

"Excuse me? I didn't fuck it up back then." She looked at him flabbergasted.

"Come on, you know what I mean. Just don't make the same mistakes again." Eli took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Yeah, he was a total ass and treated you badly. He lied to you. I get that. But you never gave him a hint that you have feelings for him. You took him for granted, Kat. You thought he'd always be there for you exclusively, that you are the only girl in his life and that you could afford to keep him in the dark about your feelings. You had this romantic idea in your head. You and him, the ball, the romance, a dance, a kiss, a confession but you never even considered that he liked you too but moved on because you'd friendzoned him. Truth is you didn't dare to tell him that you're in love with him and it backfired and hit you hard."

Kat started to chew on her lip. "Yeah. Maybe you're right."

"And if I may add one thing. You're 38. You're beautiful and smart but you're still single. You said it yourself, none of the men you meet can live up to your expectations. You've never met 'the one'. What if Henry's been the one for you all along?"

And that was the question that was running around in her mind ever since Elijah had posed it. Was it possible? Was Henry the one for her?

"This way?" Henry's voice interrupted her thoughts. He pointed at a path that turned off to the left. "Yes." Kat smiled at him sheepishly and Henry gave her a funny look. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I was just lost in thought. Sorry."

"Thinking about hot hunks, huh?" He smirked and it was ridiculously sexy. Kat's heart jumped with joy when she realized that he was flirting back.

"More about their cute companions." Kat laughed out loud with relief and joy. "Come on, Kal." She clapped her hands and started to run down the path, the American Akita following close behind, wagging his tale with excitement. She looked back over her shoulder with a grin. "What are you waiting for, Hen. Are you afraid you can't keep up with me?"

"Don't try me." Henry laughed and ran after her, chasing her down the path, playfully imitating a roaring bear. Kat was surprisingly fast and he indeed had problems keeping up with her. He wasn't a sprinter, his body wasn't really made for running though he did it for cardio regularly. So he had stamina but he wasn't very fast. Kat on the other hand was agile and quick and she took the rocky path effortlessly, it was a treat for the eyes. He knew she liked trail running and her smooth motions showed him that she did this often. When he finally caught up with her she flashed him a smile and slowed down. They came to a halt, both panting and laughing at the same time. "We better walk now. I'm too old for running away from a man as fit as you." Kat bent her upper body down and supported herself with her hands on her knees. Henry grinned. "You're way too fast for me. You ran like a bat out of hell."

They both burst out laughing again for no real reason and it felt so good to be childish and just a little silly. Henry was so comfortable, so much like himself, when he was with her it made him feel whole again. She was the antidepressant he really needed.

"What about some climbing instead of running?"

"Climbing? Jesus, Kat, are you trying to wear me out?"

"Well, it's not really climbing. The trail is just a little rockier and steeper than the regular one." Kat pointed at a path that was overgrown and led upwards to what seemed to be a cliff.

"What's up there? A make-out spot?" He asked, grinning cheekily.

"Dream on." Kat raised an eyebrow and her smile was sexy and amused at the same time. "Just an amazing view on the bay from the top of the cliff."

"It's closed off." Henry looked at the chain that blocked the trail with a frown.

"Yes...but we can take it anyway. That's not a problem."

"The sign says 'no trespassing', Kat."

She sighed. "I know but this is more for the tourists. There have been some minor accidents. Someone broke his leg or something. So they closed it off...insurance stuff and such...you know how it is. It's nothing, I've been there many times."

Henry still wasn't convinced. "It can still be dangerous and what if we get caught?"

"Sorry." She mumbled avoiding his gaze.

Kat laughed. "No risk, no fun. Come on now, Pop." She froze before she blushed furiously.

"Pop, huh?" Henry's lips turned up into a mocking grin. Pop had been her nickname for him at school. Whenever he'd tried to tell her what to do or to keep her from doing things he considered too dangerous or simply inappropriate she had teased him with this name to make clear that he sounded like her father. And so he became Pop just like she became Kitty.

"No worries, Kat. I like the sound of it. Actually I get called daddy a lot these days." Her eyes met his and he wiggled his eyebrows with a teasing smirk. Kat's confidence was back and she gave him a lopsided grin and a wink before she climbed over the chain. "Well, I guess I better behave then...daddy."

20 minutes later they were sitting side by side on top of the cliff, Kal lying at Henry's feet and Kat hadn't promised too much. The view was spectacular. "That's fantastic, Kat."

"Yeah. It never ceases to amaze me, every time I come here, again and again."

They sat there in comfortable silence for a while, staring at the ocean. Kat's legs touched his and the physical closeness awoke the butterflies inside of him. He turned to her, admiring her pretty face. "Thanks for taking me here." She looked at him with a smile. "I knew you'd love it. I've been here many times thinking of you, wishing you were with me, like you're with me now." Her voice got weaker with every word and she bit her lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Henry's heart started to race when he realized what her words meant. She had never stopped thinking about him just like he had never been able to forget her. He took her hand and pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles. She let it happen, she even closed her eyes. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than by your side, Kitty." He knew it was a bold move to call her that after her reaction the other day but she didn't seem to mind. "That's good to know, Pop."

She opened her eyes again and they shared a shy smile. Henry didn't let go of her hand, he even started to stroke it with his thumb tenderly. Kat's gaze fell on his lips and they both leaned in slowly. Their lips were just about to meet in a tender kiss when they heard suppressed giggles from behind. They turned around and saw two girls who were standing behind a rock, watching them. They were nine maybe ten years old and really cute. "Hey, you nosy little rascals. Are you observing us?" Henry scolded them playfully, laughing out loud and Kat couldn't help but join in.

"What about your dog? Don't you go to work?" Nelly asked.

"We were observing your dog. It looks like a bear." The taller girl said with a confident smile. She had beautiful, thick, red hair and reminded Kat very much of Anne Shirley from 'Anne with an E'. "What's your name?" she asked. "I'm Nelly and this is my bestie Laura." The other girl giggled again and waved at them but she didn't say a word. "Would you want to pet my dog? His name is Kal." Henry gave them an encouraging smile and they nodded eagerly. "Come on, Kal. Meet Nelly and Laura." Kal got up and greeted the girls like the friendly dog he just was and they kneeled down to stroke his soft fur.

"I want a dog too, but my parents say no." Laura said and she pouted her lips. "I'm sure they have good reasons." Henry explained. "A dog requires a lot of time." "Yeah. That's what my parents say. They don't have time for a dog because they both have to work." She rolled her big brown eyes, never stopping to pet Kal who enjoyed the love he received.

"Your parents are very reasonable . You wouldn't want your dog to be sad, would you?" "No." She shook her head vehemently. "Of course not." "See, but dogs are sad when they have to be alone all day." She nodded and sighed. "Oh, okay."

"I'm lucky. I can take Kal with me when I work." Henry gave her a bright smile but she seemed sceptical. "Really? Must be a very strange job, when you can bring your dog."

"It is a strange job, you're right, Nelly, but I love it anyway." And for the first time in months, he felt it. He loved his job and he was a lucky man.

After the sweet encounter with Nelly and Laura the intimate moment was ruined and the sexual tension was gone but Kat and Henry were still in a good mood and they went back home chatting lightheartedly.

"You were great with the girls. Did you never think about having kids?"

Henry gave Kat a surprised look.

"Of course I did. I'd love to have a bunch of children but I guess I'd need a woman first."

"I don't think there's a lack of women in your life."

"No, of course not. There were many of them but never the one to start a family with."

Now it was Kat who was surprised. "You have never been in a serious relationship? Never made plans to settle down? I'm sorry if this a stupid question but I've always avoided reading about your private life in the media…"

"It's not stupid at all. What you can read about my private life is mostly bullshit anyway." Henry let out a snort. "But no, I've never been really serious with a woman. I was engaged once but that was a very stupid idea. I was young and foolish…"

"But why? I mean, you're perfect husband material."

"Yeah, for gold diggers and attention whores." He rolled his eyes. "I don't know, it's always the same. I meet a woman, I fall fast and hard and after a few weeks I wake up from this romantic vision I had of her and me and there's nothing left...I lose interest or she gets bored with me and that's it. It has always been like this. I'm just not able to find a woman that completes me." He shrugged. "What about you? Why are you still single?"

Kat took a deep breath. "Pretty much the same actually. There have been a few men, short relationships, but it never lasted. All of them tried to turn me into something I'm not. A trophy wife, a housewife, a mistress…but none of them could make me feel at home with them."

"They must have been idiots. Why would anybody try to change you. You're great the way you are." Henry said, shaking his head in disbelief. "What about Jim?"

Kat smiled. "Jim was indeed different. We had a great time but after four years we grew apart. I was so young, 23, I wanted to travel, to see the world, he was 30 and wanted to settle down and start a family. That's why we broke up and it was the right thing to do. We're still friends and he has a great family now."

"Seems we were right when we were moping teenagers and said we're never going to find true and everlasting love. Do you remember? Kitty and Pop..the lonely heart club?"

"Of course. All these sad poems we wrote and you were so great at reciting them." Kat laughed softly at the memory. "God, we were so pathetic with our self-pity."

"Yeah, we were. But eventually you fell for Aaron."

"Love is a big word for what Poppy and I had in those 6 months we were together." Henry looked at his hands, his fingers were fumbling with the ring on his pinky. Guilt washed over him whenever he talked about Poppy in Kat's presence. "I guess I didn't even know what love is when I was with her. Maybe I still don't."

Kat cocked her head looking at him. Yes, after you broke my heart, was what she was thinking. "I did. He was my byronic hero. He saved me..." was what she was saying. "And you loved Poppy."

"You must have loved your girlfriends."

Henry shrugged. "I have but...I don't know…"

"You loved them and at the same time you knew they weren't the one. Something was always missing…."

Kat spoke out what he was thinking but couldn't express.

He looked at her, nodding his head. "Exactly."

"Yeah. Same here. Aren't we the lucky ones?" Kat gave him a sarcastic grin. "We should resurrect the lonely hearts club."

The way she tried to shrug off the topic all of the sudden showed him that it had gotten under her skin. Deep. He smirked and gave her a wink. "Count me in."

Kat looked at him with a frown. "Really? I was actually joking."

"Why not. Could be fun to take a stroll down memory lane."

"You're right. Let's do it. First meeting on Saturday night? At the woodhouse?"

"Sounds like a plan. I better start searching the internet for some sad, dramatic poems."

"And I'm going to compile a playlist."

"Deal." Henry offered Kat his hand for a handshake and she took it grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Deal."

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collecting-stories · 3 years

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Fourth of July - JJ Maybank

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could get a jj maybank x reader? Where it’s the Fourth of July and the Pogues are celebrating at the chateau. Reader comes in late and sees that jj isn’t hanging out with the others and tries to cheer him up? and they both like each other and you can end it however you want it to? Thank you! And I love your writing!💜

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A rushed “sorry I’m late” fell from your lips as you pushed open the door of the chateau and stepped inside, handing off a bottle of vodka that you’d nabbed from your mom’s stash under the TV stand and kicked off your shoes. Kiara, who took the vodka and placed it on the coffee table along with the other alcohol the six of you had accumulated, wished you a “happy fourth”.

It was then that you realized one of the six of you wasn’t there, “where’s JJ?” You asked, glancing around the room. Despite the holiday, all of you had collectively decided to skip any weekend parties in favor of just hanging out at the chateau together and getting drunk. No chance to get in trouble if you didn’t mingle with tourons and kooks, according to Kiara.

John B shrugged, “think he went down to the jetty.”

“Him and John B got in an argument,” Kiara supplied, shifting in her seat as you moved passed her to get into the cooler sitting beside the couch.

You pulled two beers out and popped the lids off, stepping back around the couch to the door, “I’ll go get him then...I guess?” You asked, lingering in the doorway for a moment. When no one said anything, you headed outside. It was warm even though the sun had already set, the air a little muggy as you walked down to the jetty.

JJ was sitting at the edge, legs hanging over the side as he leaned against the railing, staring out across the marsh. You could see sparklers a couple of yards away, lighting up the dark just barely. The boards of the jetty creaked beneath your flip-flops but JJ didn’t turn to look, keeping his gaze trained away from you.

“Hey,” you sat down next to him, offering the beer you’d grabbed for him. “Well at least I know you aren’t sick,” you teased when he took the bottle, kicking back a large gulp.

“What?” He asked, looking over at you.

“Kie said you were out here instead of partying...thought maybe you were sick or something,” you said. “Is everything okay?”

“Was that a beer test?” He joked, ignoring your question. JJ wasn’t one to ever admit when he was upset though so you weren’t surprised that he skirted the actual topic.

“Yes,” you nodded, “and you passed with flying colors.”

He hummed, taking another sip and then resting his chin on the railing. You weren’t sure if he expected you to sit there and not say anything to him or just go back to the small party inside like everything was fine but you lingered, looking back down the bank to the sparklers at the other house.

If anyone ever asked you, JJ was your best friend. The pogues all had an inseparable bond but you would choose JJ over any of them, no matter what. You’d known him almost as long as John B had. Your home life was a little more stable than JJ’s but just as chaotic. Kiara and Sarah, even Pope, didn’t really understand what it was like to be so deep in the Southside life but you and JJ did.

“My mom said thanks for mowing the lawn, she’s been asking my brother to do it but with his rot-zee training and stuff, he’s been pretty singularly minded.” You mentioned. Joining ROTC had become the most important thing in your brother’s life recently. But still, with twelve people living in a house, it should’ve been easier to get a lawn mowed but your mom had been asking for weeks when JJ finally came over and did it.

“No problem.” He shrugged.

“JJ-”

He sat up a little straighter, looking over at you, “John B’s talking about calling off the gold search.”

“I mean, it was a long shot anyway.” You confessed, knowing that finding gold on the island or even off the coast, was a one in four hundred million chance.

“I don’t care if it was a long shot or if it’s the craziest thing anyone’s ever heard of...a hundred mil, think of what we could do with a hundred mil.” JJ said.

You had offered your help in finding the gold but had told John B that you didn’t want a cut, they could all keep it. Money like that did things to people and it would never really be yours anyway. You could imagine the family that would crawl out of the woodwork for a piece of that. But JJ had sworn that the two of you would split a cut. “We’ll go 50/50, literally.” He had promised.

“JJ-” You tried again.

“We don’t deserve this shit.” JJ said, turning to face you, “you don’t deserve this shit. Come on, you know it. How doesn’t it piss you off to see people like Kie and Sarah get whatever the fuck they want whenever they want it? That should be you.”

“Maybe...but it’s not.” You shrugged, “I mean, those guys that came after us are dangerous JJ, I don’t think calling it off is such a crazy option.”

“Who gives a shit about them.”

“I do! I would rather have you here, safe, than be dead because we were trying to find some buried treasure that no one else was ever able to find.” You replied, shifting closer to him, “you’re my best friend and the thought of something happening to you...literally kills me.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen.” JJ replied. “We find the gold, we take our cut and get the hell out of the obx.” He reasoned. “Come on...you can’t leave me hanging here.”

You sighed, taking a sip of your beer and trying not to think that JJ was technically right. The two of you had nothing to lose by going after the gold, if you could convince John B to get back in the game, and JJ sincerely believed that if anyone could convince him it was you, then there was a very real possibility that you would be set for life. JJ joked about going full kook if he got the money but, if nothing else, having money meant having power. Power over people who had treated him like shit in the past and the power to take care of you.

“I’ll talk to John B.” You promised. “But tonight, lets just...have a good party?”

“Yeah, alright.” He nodded. “I don’t wanna go in yet.”

“Do you wanna be alone?” You asked, hopefully that he didn’t.

“Maybe we could just stay out here together for a while?” He suggested.

“Anything you want.”

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lunarkittens · 3 years

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now you’re on your own (won’t you come back home?) (1/?)

Word Count: 2,760 (In this part)

Rating: T

Pairings: Gen

Summary: Dean doesn’t believe in fate. But it is a strange coincidence that the one time Dean is ever in California, pointedly trying not to think about his little brother hours away in Palo Alto, he gets a voicemail saying Sam’s in the hospital. Pre-Series.

Dean doesn’t believe in fate. He can believe in a lot of other things, sure. Ghosts, ghouls, demons. Those are things he’s seen, things he can’t deny because they’ve been right before his eyes, have even tried to kill him a few times, but fate? Destiny? Give him a break. If any part of Dean’s life has been fate, he’s gonna need to talk to the guy in charge and maybe knock a couple of his teeth out, the fucking asshole. How’s that for fate?

But it is a strange coincidence that the one time Dean is ever in California, pointedly trying not to think about his little brother who’s hours away in Palo Alto, he gets a voicemail from Sam.

The mere shock of seeing his name on his phone makes him blink hard, like he must be imagining it, but he closes his eyes and opens them and pinches himself and it’s still there, still says Sam on the screen, still says he left a voicemail and all of a sudden Dean feels sick, his heart rate skyrocketing into the triple digits easily. He considers ignoring it. Sam left, after all. Looked Dean right in his eyes and still left, slamming the door behind him, like Dean never meant anything to him at all. Screw Sam.

But this? Two years into it?

Sam wouldn’t call him unless it was an emergency. The voicemail is from half an hour earlier, when Dean had been wiping sweat off his brow with his sleeve while a fire roared in a dug grave. Bye bye, bitch, he’d muttered, lingering a bit longer than he normally would. So this is California, he thought. He closed his eyes and felt the night air. Closed his eyes and wondered if he could maybe feel Sam somehow, his energy distinct in this great expanse of a state that crawled down so much of the West Coast. He came up empty, no energy, no little brother, and got in the car.

He didn’t want a motel, he wanted to gun it out of Cali ASAP and get the hell away from redwood trees and mountains and dry heat before he did something crazy like show up at Sam’s dorm or start crying. As far as he was concerned, California had stolen Sam from him.

There was no wanting to see the sights after that.

And then he’d gotten back in the car and seen the voicemail. Shakily, Dean presses play.

“Hey Dean.” Sam says. Dean shifts in his seat, ready to focus, to absorb. It’s been two years since he’s heard this voice, heard it say his name. However angry he still is, however sad, he wants to savor it.

Sam says his name the same way he always has, the exact same intonation, but he’s sighing it this time. “I don’t know if....Hell, I don’t even know if you care, or if you’ll even listen to this...and you don’t have to call me back, but well...You used to get pissed if I didn’t tell you stuff like this, so here goes. I’m at the hospital.”

Dean tenses, fists gripping the steering wheel tightly. “They’re gonna have to remove my appendix. I was really sick all day and my friend rushed me here. I’m fine,” Sam rushes to say.

“But I just thought...I don’t know why I called. Be safe out there, okay? I know you know what you’re doing, but just- God. Stay alive, okay?” And then there’s a silence that hangs in the air, just waiting to be filled before Dean hears Sam sigh and the voicemail ends.

Okay, fine. Palo Alto, it is. Dean puts the car in drive and intends to fully ignore the speed limit the whole way there, letting Led Zeppelin keep him awake.

When he gets there, and fuck it took a while. Why is California so fucking big? What if he had been on the East Coast? He calls three hospitals and finds the one Sam’s at, pulling into the parking lot and going inside.

It’s weird, when the receptionist asks his name and there’s nothing fake this time, no fake ID to pull out, nothing to lie about. He’s just...just himself. Dean Winchester, here to visit his brother.

“He finished surgery earlier.” The lady says to him.

“I’ll go ask the doctor if you can see him, but I’m sure he’s unconscious.”

“That’s fine,” Dean says. “It’s just kind of my job to look out for the kid, you know?”

Dean doesn’t know what it is, but something in his voice makes the lady look at him more intensely than she had a minute ago.

“Yeah,” she says, voice full of a meaning Dean can’t understand, the way that sometimes happens with strangers. “I do.”

She comes back a few minutes later while Dean sits in a rickety waiting room chair made of wood and she tells him where to go to find Sam. He wonders what friend of his took him here, can’t help but think that it should have been him instead. Him taking care of his brother, and no one else. Where is this friend of his, anyway? Who dumps someone at the hospital and doesn’t still around?

Dean distantly remembers as he makes his way to Sam that Christmas is soon. College kids go on break, leave for the holidays and come back after. He’ll have to ask Sam about it, if he’s been all alone. He won’t ask Sam to come back, already knows how that’ll go.

It doesn’t stop him from wishing for it.

Dean gets some of the worst coffee he’s ever had and pairs it with a plastic wrapped sandwich and some chocolate chip cookies from a vending machine he sees on his way to the room. Odds are Sam is gonna be unconscious for a while and Dean might as well have something in his stomach while he waits for Sam to wake up.

The doctor is around, greets Dean, says Sam is gonna be just fine, just needs to rest undisturbed, spend some time recovering at home. Says if Sam had gotten there any later, his appendix would have burst. The thought makes Dean shudder.

Sam looks young. 20 but to Dean he’ll always look 15. His hair is still long, his face serene in sleep from pain medication, and as much as it hurts to admit, he doesn’t look like a hunter at all. His features are too soft, not angry or hardened enough. It’s all Dean can do to not reach a hand out to stroke Sam’s hair, caress his forehead. That’s his Sammy. He thinks back to the voicemail, back to Sam saying, I don’t even know if you care. Of fucking course, Dean cared. How could Sam even think that? It was Sam who’d left-

And then his father’s voice, hard and absolute, comes booming through his head like a crack of thunder.

“If you walk out that door, don’t you ever come back,” And Sam’s eyebrows furrowing, as if he’s holding back tears, and Sam’s look at dean, it hadn’t been angry after all, now that he thinks about it, it had been- Oh, Sammy. Never.

Never.

Dean hangs his head and leans forward. He can’t tell in this hospital gown, but Sam looks okay. A bit skinny, hair a little too long, but hey. That’s Sam. At least California hasn’t changed him that much. He’s got a nice tan about him, a glow that looks sallow in the hospital lighting but Dean knows would look glorious in the sunlight.

Dean falls asleep in the hospital chair an hour into it, stomach full and head at an angle that’s gonna pinch later, but he had a long drive and Sam is here right where he can see him and that’s more than Dean’s had in a long time, and some restless part of him that never lets itself lay down and sleep is actually at peace for once, so he closes his eyes.

He tries not to think of Sammy all sweaty and shaky, sick and pale and clutching his abdomen, and then it hadn’t even been Dean who was there for him.

Dean wouldn’t have even know about this, not ever, not if Sam hadn’t decided to call, and why did he? Dean intends on finding that out when Sam wakes up. Why now?

Did Sam ever miss him? He sure missed Sam, when he’d let himself admit it. There are ghosts like the ones he sees every day, but there’s another kind of ghost too. Ones that are entirely human and still alive but haunt him all the same, and Sam’s been one of them ever since he left.

And there’s no bones to burn, nothing to salt or destroy, just Sam with him every step of the way, just haunting him all the way from California.

Sam wakes up not long after Dean does, groaning and blinking hard, squinting as his eyes adjust to the light, rubbing them. Dean almost laughs, the familiarity of the expressions. Sam’s woken up the same way his entire life, and Dean tries to get rid of his smile. he’d almost forgotten how awkward this was gonna be, having to interact with each other. Dean had gotten used to seeing Sam, had been sitting here for a while, but Sam was probably still stuck in yesterday, hadn’t expected Dean to even care, if his voicemail was anything go by, let alone be sitting next to him.

Sam looks around and when his eyes fall on Dean, he startles, hand on his chest.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You scared the hell outta me,” he says, and Dean laughs.

“It’s not funny.” Sam says. “I thought you were a ghost or something.” Dean puts a hand on Sam’s shoulder with careful pressure.

“Not dead yet, Sammy. got a few years left in me.”

“You got more than that,” Sam says, stretching in bed and wincing slightly.

“And what about you?” Dean says. “Your appendix just decide to go AWOL?”

“Ugh,” Sam groans. “Dude, yeah. I was doing some reading, trying to get ahead for next semester, you know? And then I just felt this...pressure, on my side. Whatever, I just ignored it for a while. Then I started throwing up, and I just couldn’t stop.”

“Dude, gross!” Dean says, making a face to offset how bad he feels for Sam. Sam smiles at him, and they’re silent.

“How’d you get here?” Dean asks after a minute.

“My buddy Kyle hadn’t left the dorms yet so I called him and he dropped me off. It’s a lot cheaper than an ambulance.” Dean nods.

“And where’s Kyle at now?”

“Home. Everybody’s gone home for break. Believe it or not, it’s almost Christmas.” Sam says, smiling and shaking his head, mostly to himself.

“I know it doesn’t look like it, though.” Sam says, and yeah, no white Christmases here, that’s for sure.

“Where the hell are you staying?” Dean asks. Sam shrugs.

“Same place I did last year,” he says. “Pay extra to stay over break. I’m not the only one there. There’s a lot of international students who can’t get home.”

“Who’s gonna take care of you?”

“I am,” Sam says. “It’ll be fine. It’s pretty basic stuff. I am an adult, you know.”

“Sam, cmon.” Dean scoffs.

“What?” Sam says, defensive.

“We’re not doin that, okay? You just got surgery. You’re not gonna be by yourself.”

“Well, who else is gonna take care of me?” Sam asks. Really? Dean wants to ask. Is he really asking that?

“Really, Sam?”

“No, tell me. What- You’re just gonna put off hunting for a month and nurse me back to health?” Dean swallows hard.

“What if I did? Huh? What if I came down here just so I could do that?” Dean holds his gaze defiantly, jaw clenched, and Sam raises his eyebrows. He deflates, catching Dean off guard. It makes him raise his eyebrows.

“Dean, come on.” Sam says gently. “You can’t do that. There’s people out there who need you.”

“That’s really rich, Sam.” Dean bites out.

“That’s really rich coming from you. Just shut up, okay? You’re damn right people need me. One of them just so happens to be sitting in this room, and he just got a piece of his body cut out of him a few hours ago. I’m needed here.”

“Dean-”

“No, Sam! Okay?” Dean says, standing up now.

“Come on...Tell me. If you don’t want my help, say it. Tell me there’s not a part of you that wants me to stay and wants me to take care of you like before.” Dean swallows hard against a growing tightness in his throat, a burning in his eyes. He stares at Sam with a focus and intensity that could start fires.

“If you tell me that you don’t want me here, I’ll get right back in the car and leave. You won’t ever have to hear from me again. But you have to say it.”

Sam’s eyes are wet. He’s losing the same battle Dean is fighting right now.

“I’m not gonna say it,” Sam says softly. “You’re not gonna hear it. Not from me. I can’t...”

“I mean, you- You left us, Sammy,” Dean says more gently, more open and devastated than he ever wanted sam to hear him sound. He sits down now, posture nonthreatening.

“I mean, how am I supposed to-“

“Dean,” Sam says, firm enough to cut Dean off but not angry, not enough to start a fight. “You don’t understand.”

“I think I understand just fine-“

“No, Dean. I’m not gonna let Dad do this to us anymore! Do you see what’s happening? No more misunderstandings. I left him. I never wanted- I didn’t want to leave you. But then Dad said I couldn’t come back, and you didn’t say any different, and I thought you didn’t want me around anymore either, so I never called, never texted. I didn’t expect you to come, okay? I thought you’d delete the voicemail without even listening to it.”

“I thought you’d washed your hands of me, Dean. I was alone.” Sam scoffs.

“I mean, really alone. I used to always have you. If I didn’t have anything else, I knew I had you. And then I didn’t. So don’t say that- Don’t act like I ran out on you. I wanted to take you with me.”

Dean turns that over in his mind, can’t believe it’s true. It’s too much, gives him too much hope. He knows all too well about the dangers of hope. It’s too heartbreaking and amazing in equal measure. He thinks about going back in time and leaving with Sam, working a job and sharing an apartment with him in California, drinking cold beer on the beach and quizzing sam before tests, eating ice cream and going on summer road trips.

“Sam,” he says, pushing away those thoughts. “You know I would never leave Dad.” Sam nods, a tear falling onto the sheets.

“I know.” He sounds defeated.

“And you also know,” Dean begins. “That I’d never abandon you either. I got the voicemail and I-” Dean scoffs. “I must have broken every traffic law out there trying to get here in time, and- and you’re staying with me, got it?” he says, pointing a finger at Sam.

“We’ll find a place for the month and get you better. You gave up your right to argue when you started crying all over your little hospital dress.”

“Asshole,” Sam snorts. “Now I really don’t want you to take care of me,” he jokes.

“Too bad! It’s gonna be Nurse Dean all month long, surgery boy.” Sam lets out a little laugh, and Dean relaxes a little bit.

“Dean,” Sam says, serious again. “A month. How are we gonna pay for a month? And dad- How are you gonna explain this to dad?”

“Dad doesn’t bother me much about hunts.” Dean shrugs. It’s the truth.

“He just calls, asks if I finished ‘em. Always tell him I did because I do. He’s not gonna press me for details. And payment, well. I know a guy who’s got us covered.”

Before Sam can even open his mouth to ask, Dean’s pulling out a fake credit card and showing it in all its shiny and fraudulent glory.

“Burt Maximoff is a very generous man.” Dean says, grinning. Sam snorts again, shaking his head, but he’s smiling fondly all the same.

A month.

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iwannaholdyoutight- · 3 years

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confessioni di sex shop (a sunlight little story)

This is a little piece I wrote after de Gucci short movie, it followes the story of Harry and Lavignia and her sexual descovery. You can read the one shot here .

It’s Italy Harry, with a dash of the 70s and a lot of sex. You don’t have to read the firsy piece to understand this! Also: pegging!h

Summary: Harry takes Lav to her first sex shop trip and there she descovers a new kink: pegging her boyfriend.

Word count: 7k

Preview:

Lavignia knew Harry for a little while but she already knew it was impossible to ever become accustomed to how direct and honest he was about everything. If Harry felt something, he was going to say. If he wants something he’s going to say. There is almost nothing that can make him blush, actually…

“I think is unfair how you can make me dizzy and unsettled with just a few words and I can never even make you blush”

“You make me blush all the time, my dear. Just by being being here with me you already make me blush with desire and burn with such a loving feeling”

“The best part of dating a poet is that every word that leaves his mouth feels like a book that only I can read”

“You can open me anytime you want, little darling” he said with a mischievous grin “and there is the blush I love so much… where is my kiss, love?”

“And you can put the painting over there” said the demanding voice of Jesse Fire, one of the gallery owners. Lavignia could see from the corner of her eyesight that Lovelace was rolling her eyes

“Lance, sweetheart” Lovelace started “you know nothing about art so can you let me and Lav decide?”

He gave her a sarcastic laugh, oh how Lavignia wanted to hit him.

“Well I pay for the stuff so I have a say in this”

“My darling I can’t wait for this painting to be here, for the journalist get your pictures next to it so you can finally go back to Rome”

“That’s the price you pay when you need a billionaire to support you little art gallery” he said walking away towards the office.

“Lovelace, I’m so jealous of Vanessa. I mean...” Lavignia started “She’s so lucky to be in honeymoon right now, she doesn’t have to deal with… him” she continued while looking around the books, doing research for the next exbithion “Right now she is in sunny California, going to concerts, fucking all the time… that’s the life”

“Oh wow… two months ago you couldn’t even say “sex” and now you are so freely talking about fucking all the time. What have we done to you” Lovelace said with a small laugh.

“It’s the energy of this place if you want me to be honest”

“The energy of this place or a certain someone that is loving on you all the time”

“That someone is partly responsible, yeah. But I like to think the change because of me, and because I wanted to”

“Of course, darling” said Lovelace “and speaking about Harry… how’s the book?”

“I don’t know, he said I can only read it when it’s done… but it’s unfair, how can he call me his muse and just not let me read what he’s writing about me?”

Just like Harry knew they were talking about him, he got into the gallery wearing the shortest jean shorts ever - an only pair of flare jeans that got so worn out that he decided to turn into shorts, but he cut it too short. Lav said for him to just wear the shorts at home, but of course he wouldn’t listen. And now here he was, walking inside his workplace looking out of a porn movie.

“You know I’m starting to think neither of you work, all you do is talk about me” he said getting closer, using his arms to pull Lovelace into a side hug and then walking towards Lavignia with a little plastic pag hanging between his long fingers “Little darling, I got you lunch” he said giving her a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Baby, you didn’t have to…”

“Lav, the way I know him, he came here to check on Jesse”

“Look the guy is always treating everyone here like shit but …’ his voice got softer “I wanted to see you. I missed you on my bed this morning”

“I happen to own an apartment and I have to sleep there sometimes, Harry”

“I know, I know, darling. But I can’y help but miss you terribly”

Getting closer and closer he gave her a peck, by now Lovelace knew how lost inside their little word they could get when they were together, so she was no longer paying attention to the couple that was kissing sweetly and talking in whispers.

“So” Harry started “You think we can go today?”

“Yeah, I have done so much and Lovelace was talking about getting out early so we didn’t have to deal with Jesse”

“I’m so anxious to take you there, I think it’s going to be a good experience for you… and for me”

“Taking her where?” the obnoxious voice of Jesse sounded from a bit far but was there “You are taking my employee out during working hours”

“You know just Like you I own ¼ of this business and if there is someone that can complain of her leaving early is Lovelace that owns 2/4. So you can just shut the fuck up”

Lav was trying hard not to laugh at his response. She hated Jesse but she loved how much Harry didn’t even try to hide his dislike for the guy, always with the right answers.

“And she can go” Lovelace started “but… if I’m allowed the curiosity, where are you taking her, Harry?

They looked at each other and answered at the same time:

“Shopping” she said.

“A sex shop” he said.

“COME ONE, HARRY” he was laughing at her

“Darling we are among friends” sparing a cold look towards Jesse Fire he continued “and somewhat people we have to endure. And it’s your first sex shop trip, it’s special”

He talked while helping her put together her stuff so they could leave

“Harry, I didn’t knew we can now work dressed like a little slut” Jesse was trying to get a rinse out of Harry, but today Harry was too happy with Lav to shallow his provocative words

“You are only jealous I look better with these little shorts than any woman you ever tried to fuck”

Lovelace was laughing while Lav was pinching his bum so he could shut up. She really wanted to leave.

“Lav” oh, no. Jesse was now coming for her “you are too beautiful to hang out with someone like Harry. You deserve a manly man”

“Jesse, sweetheart” she said while holding Harry’s hand and walking towards the door without even sparing a glance towards the blonde man “I like my manly man with jeans shorts and colorful skirts, haven’t you heard? It’s easier to fuck, by the way, you should give it a shot” looking up at Harry she could see his green eyes shinning with pride “or maybe…” turning around to look at Jesse, she wanted to humiliate him a little bit “don’t, you would never pull this style of. And by the way: you’re pathetic”.

Walking toward Harry’s yellow BMW she looked at him

“What a miracle you’re with the car and not the harley”

“I wanted to piss Jesse off”

“I think we did a good job” she told him while getting inside the car with his hand on her back

“I think we did” bending down he have her a sweet but longer kiss than the ones they shared inside “now, shall we go to the sex shop, my lady?”

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The sun was high in the sky, the august weather was nice. Lavignia was enjoying the sandwich and strawberry juice Harry had made her while he drove on the coast. From the window she could see kids and their family playing with them by the beach, beautiful girls wearing only a bikini and walking around with their colorful rollerblades.

The radio was playing some romantic song in Italian, she could hear the faint voice of Harry humming along some of the words, with a hand on the steering wheel and the other holding her thigh. With his green eyes covered by yellow ray bans, Lavignia wanted to know what he was thinking.

“A kiss for your thoughts?” Asked the woman

“You could have just asked me” he said looking at her briefly “but who am I to refuse a kiss from you, specially when I know it’s going to taste like strawberries” smiling he continued to drive while looking at her every few seconds “I was thinking about only a few months ago when we met and I thought you weren’t going to last inside that gallery and now here I am, taking you to your first sex shop trip, writing a book about my beautiful dark haired Venus, who I happen to be able to call ‘my girlfriend’ and I’m just so so so fond of you. Sometimes I can’t believe I actually have found you because… you’re perfect. You’re everything I wanted and I didn’t even knew that till I laid my eyes on that shy creature that was blushing while I talked about acid trips and ménage but managed to overcome her prejudice and allowed me to love on her”

“I think is unfair how you can make me dizzy and unsettled with just a few words and I can never even make you blush”

“You make me blush all the time, my dear. Just by being being here with me you already make me blush with desire and burn with such a loving feeling”

“The best part of dating a poet is that every word that leaves his mouth feels like a book that only I can read”

“You can open me anytime you want, little darling” he said with a mischievous grin “and there is the blush I love so much… where is my kiss, love?”

Raising from her seat she got closer to the man and gave him a peck on the cheek

“Heey, I want a real one”

“You are driving”

After that they continued with a comfortable silence till they came to a stop at the traffic light. Lav was distracted by the way the sunlight was reflecting on the opal ring Harry gave her last week when she felt his hands on the back for her neck, pulling her close, demanding attention.

She looked at him and felt his lips on her at the same moment. A fervent kiss.

Harry was a lover. He had all the love languages inside of him. He was a words of affirmation type of guy in the morning when he was making her breakfast, with her eyes looking like she was a little panda from all the fucking the night before, and he looks at her and says “so beautiful with last night all over you”.

Harry also was an acts of service type of man, from bringing her lunch to fixing her house cleaning when she was too busy with the gallery. He also liked to receive as much as he loved giving gifs: he was so thankful when he got home from a meeting with his editor and there was a pair of fluffy handmade pants she left for him since she couldn’t be there but at the same time, Harry would drive all the way through Rome just to find the perfect opal ring to give to her.

A quality time together was also one of his ways of expressing love: from the way he holds her tight everyday to how he liked hanging out late at the gallery just watching her work. They didn’t have to do anything and he would still love every second he was with her.

At last but not least, Harry was a firm believer in physical touch, of course, always with a hand on her. Not only to be sexual, but in a casual intention: it was a way of reminding both of them they weren’t alone anymore. They had each other.

Harry was made out of love from head to toe and Lavignia just wanted for him to feel just as loved. Emotionally and sexually. She was his at the same pace he was hers.

She was good with words but not very good with the sexual part. But she was getting better. She no longer was that same judgmental girl that came running during a sunny Monday morning inside the gallery.

This sex shop travel came in handy: she was going to find something to make him quiver just like he did to her. Even if she is blushing the whole time.

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It was a small street almost on the way out of the villa they lived in. There were little houses everywhere, all colorful. Harry was holding Lav's hand and looking around. She was always impressed with how much he didn’t care what people thought of him, walking around with his tiny shorts, showing his long legs and pretty bum.

“You know it’s unfair that you have such a pretty little but”

His loud laugh made everybody look at them.

“What are you complaining about? I mean… you quite enjoy holding onto this pretty ass when I’m deep inside of you”

“I’m not complaining I just said it’s not fair, you get to be all perfect and I just live in wonder that I get to be with you and see this pretty butt almost everyday”

“You can do more than just see” Lav was in shock but Harry already knew that. After those few months together he knew all the buttons to push, partly thankfully for her sexual inexperience once they first met because he always melted at the same time parts of him got even harder from the way she would react to every new thing they did “I love when you make that face but you know what I love even more?”

Making her walk backwards towards the wall of a very blue house he used his left arm to raise her a little bit so he could look inside her eyes.

“I love when I show you something new during sex and for 2 seconds you look at me curious and then your eyes go darker because this thing you didn’t even knew it could happen makes you feel all hot” Lavignia was feeling hypnotized, that was Harry’s biggest power: to make her melt under his spell “and that’s why I’m so excited because I’m gonna spend a few minutes watching your reactions to everything and I can’t wait to see how you’ll react… by the way, we’re here”. He said with his head pointing towards the blue house she was resting her back.

Okay. Lavignia could do this.

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She never saw so many dicks in her life.

Of course they were plastic.

But the moment she got inside the store she was shocked. Still holding Harry’s hand she walked towards a pink wall full of dildos in every size.

“If you see anything you like, let me know” she heard his voice from behind her “it’s my gift to you”

“Harry… I don’t know what I want out of tonight so I can go and buy what I want”

“Well, I can always give you a tour” she heard a slow and sensual female voice from her side.

When Lavignia turned around she was met with two large breasts covered by a simple black and white dress, the woman was tall. With big blonde curls and blue eyes, Lavignia had to raise her head to be able to look at the goddess that was waiting for her to say anything.

“Harry, per quanto tempo, mi amore. Come stai” the blonde woman continued to talk, now in Italian.

“Screvivendo il mio nuovo libro” he said while giving her a kiss on the cheek “Nadine, let me introduce you to Lavignia, my girlfriend. Lav, this is an old friend of mine”

“Oh, it’s so lovely to finally meet the one to take this man out of his misery, last time I saw him one the weekend before that last showing, the first one you were in, I think” she said while giving Lav a kiss on the cheek, she smelled like roses and champagne. A rich smell of such a classy young lady. “anyway, how can I help you guys? Looking for a new dildo, H? Isn’t your collection already big enough?”

“Of course not and if Lav wants another one… I’ll give her, for sure”

“Sure… and Lav ” the tall woman turned to look at the shorter from the trio “do you know what you’re looking for?”

She wanted to buy something that could make Harry blush. But she didn’t want to say this with him next to her.

“Baby, you don’t have to be shy. No one is going to judge you” Harry said to her in a soft tone.

“I don’t know what to look for”

“Darling, think of all our conversations, every movie I’ve shown you, every book I have borrowed, even everything we have done sexually… is there anything you liked and want to try?”

“I liked when you held me down with the help of the handcuffs”

“That’s my girl. Do you want to get a new pair?” Yeah, she wanted one. Lavignia didn’t know exactly why but she wanted to use it on him.

“You already have that sex swing, right?” Nadine asked “I remember from your last party” Harry widened his eyes trying to get her to shup up. It worked, but now Lavignia had a few things you ask him

“Nadine would you mind that I stay alone with Harry for a little while?”

“Of course not. I’m going to tend to some people inside the costumes area. It’s a good spot, by the way, if you even want to dress like a kinky school girl”

“Oh god” she heard Harry whisper to himself. Part of him was always afraid that she started questioning his past. He was already so in love with her that the idea of her leaving him because she can’t accept everything he is, makes him sad. Especially because it has happened before.

“Darling” she said in a calm voice “what kind of parties do you happen to throw?”

Here goes nothing

“A normal one but… with a few sexual elements in the middle?”

“So what everybody fucks everybody?”

“No, you don’t have to fuck anyone to be at my party. But you can fuck anyone that is willing to fuck you at my party. The rule is that it has to be consensual”

“I have to be honest” she started with a tremble “I worry that someday you’ll think that I’m not what you want”

Harry couldn’t help but leave out breath in sign of relief. But knowing that, after everything they went through, she was still insecure about it. It made him sad. He wanted to be a synonym of peace, happiness and pleasure for her. Not insecurity.

“Darling, you are everything to me. And I have so much fun with you” he needed to say the right thing “sex is important but isn’t the foundation of a relationship. If sex was everything a relationship needed I wouldn’t be so lonely till I met you. I love being in between your legs as much as I love watching you drinking your coffee during breakfast with a big book about an art movement while I make you pancakes. I love when I visit you at the gallery when you’re not expecting me and your eyes shine like the brightest little stars. So don’t ever doubt my feelings for you”

“But like you don’t miss those things that I can’t give you?”

“But you give me everything, little darling”

“But like… you also like men”

Harry didn’t like the way this conversation was turning”

“You know I do. I thought you didn’t care about this?”

“NO, I don't, it's just….” Lavignia used her hand to hold onto his shorts, bringing him closer to her, creating s little bubble to give the impression they no one at that sex shop could hear them “don’t you miss it?”

“Men?”

“I was thinking more like… a dick, you know” Harry couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me! I was thinking when you went to England for a week to meet with your editor and I missed so much but I don’t only mean by missing you YOU. I was missing…” she was blushing so much and Harry was starting to figure it out.

“Darling you mean you missed my dick?” Harry asked while pulling him towards his body, using his hand to light her head so he could kiss her temple.

“Yeah” almost a whisper

“Don’t get shy on me now, you are telling me you miss my cock when I’m not around. Come one, tell me more. Fill my ego”

“Stop it” she said smiling but suddenly getting shy at him again “it’s just… do you even miss being filled?”

“It’s a nice feeling but I don’t want anyone else, I want you. Okay?”

“Okay. I’m sorry for being insecure, everything is so new to me”

“It’s fine, darling. I promise you”

She smiled. Harry looked at the wall of dildos, seeing the types that could be put into a harness.

“You know… there is a way you can fill me up too”

“How?”

“Do you see this?” Harry said using his hand to hold the harness “it’s for someone without a cock. We can fit a dildo or even a vibrator here” he said indicating the spot “and you can fuck me all you want, we can even get one that it’s without a strap, we call it strapless, that goes inside of you too, so we can come together.”

She had her eyes opened like a panda.

“We don’t have to do it today. If you don’t feel comfortable with the idea we don’t ever have to do it”

“But what if I did?”

“I'm going to buy a movie with a strap scene in it and also a nice kit of new plugs, like the ones you like wearing for work when we feel adventurous, and I’ll get the strap you want with the dildo you want, with a few candles, lube, a new lingerie for my princess. And then… I’ll let you fuck me”

“I want to make you blush like you do to me” she finally had the courage to say it

“Then let’s pick our toys. Do you want to be a strapless dildo or one with a strap?”

Their weekend just got even more fun than Harry thought it would be.

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They couldn’t wait to be inside. The moment Harry parked his car, she was going for a kiss. One that he’s giving back with as much fervor. With her small sundress and Harry’s jean shorts, she could feel all of him.

“You little devil” he said after she started to move her hips, putting pressure on the ever growing budge between his legs.

“What? Should I stop?” She asked faking innocence

“Look at you being all so confident. Just wait till we’re watching one of those movies. I’m sure you’ll go back to be my blushy beauty.

“Don’t you believe me” she asked, using her hand to travel down his covered chest, till his pants. Feeling him hot all over, hard and pulsing. Waiting. Desiring her “when I say I’ll be the one to make you blush today?”

“Darling… fuck” he said moving his hips to make her slow hand movements stronger “if you don’t want this to be over before it has even started, i sugest you lead us inside the house. We have a movie to watch. Plugs to wear. And you… have an ass to fuck”

If Lavignia thought she had him by the collar, she just thought wrong. Because when he finished talking she was the one breathing heavily, needing relief. Any type of relief.

“Come on, let's take our stuff inside” he said nodding towards the shopping bags full of sexy goods for them. The night was young and Lavignia couldn’t wait to live through the night.

So, as if he was taking the bags from a trip to the grocery store, he got out of the yellow vehicle, whistling, opening the back door that leads to the very black and white tiles kitchen.

“So… she said helping him take the toys out so they could clean everything”

“Why don’t you go get dolled up for me with this new lingerie and I’ll go set the movie for us?”

“Do you remember where the projector is?”

“Yeah darling. Where do you want us?”

“I can be cliche but I want it in your bedroom”

“And in my bedroom will be. See you in 15, little darling. Go get ready”

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The pink lace looked pretty when Lavignia looked at her reflection in the golden border mirror. It was a baby doll, completely see through. With little glitters everywhere.

Underneath there was a barely there pink lace panties. She felt like Botticelli’s Venus. Using her free hand she put her hair an elegant bun - keying sooner or later it would all come off during their activities.

She could hear Harry moving from the other side of the door. Making so they could watch the tape he had bought back at the sex shop. He told her he would get everything ready for her and she knew he would. Harry was always doing everything to make her feel comfortable.

Taking small steps she opened the door: rose wine and strawberries covered in rich chocolate could be seen sitting on the small table closer to the desk. The white panel was already up and Harry was messing with the wire of the projector.

“Hey, doll” he said, still not looking at her. He was already without his shirt, and Lavignia could see the dark patch of his pubes appearing from the shorts. He had a concentrated look on his face, trying to connects all the right wires. Finally he smiled, the job was done, raising his head to look at the smaller girl.

“You look like an angel”

“Well I’m pretty sure no angel would do what I’m about to do to you”

“A few months ago you wouldn’t either”

“Touché” she said walking towards him, letting Harry bring her close to his chest, looking closer at the ornaments on her baby doll “so, we have a movie to watch, right?”

“Yeah, but, I wanna get ready for you. Drink your wine, I’m gonna get one of the new plugs and get myself a bit stretched for you”

Giving her a kiss on the lips and a little slap on the ass, he got the bags that were resting on the bed and went to the bathroom.

Laying down on the bed with a flute between her fingers, Lavignia was lost in thoughts of desire and love.

When she first came to Italy she had no idea she would find herself and find not only love but a family. And Harry wound never fully understand how deeply her feelings for him could go.

Her body was feverish, longing for Harry to come back to bed. She wanted to touch his tummy, memorize all the little freckles across his body. Just like he does to her when he’s on top of her. Sometimes he would just look inside her eyes, capturing the moment they were in inside his brain like a photograph to later be turned into another form of art: his poetry.

She was so deeply in love with him. All the desire they felt for one another ran so much deeper than what she expected. Who knew that the kooky young man walking across the room those months ago, burning inside of her each step he took would have her whole heart at his mercy.

She was hopeless in love. And she loved every second. But now… now was time to make him blush and shiver.

She wanted to watch the way his eyes could turn when he was close to coming but she would not let him feel the relief. Not for a while.

Those months working at the gallery, having friends that were so free when it comes to sexuality and dating someone like Harry was tearing up Lavignia shields and she wanted to try and show it to him, the man who never once judged her, what she was capable of.

In that moment Harry walked out of the bathroom, looking flustered, using only one clear blue boxers. Lavignia could spot the budge he was sporting, his chest slightly red from arousal and his hair slightly damp. He gave her a soft smile walking towards the bed and sitting down.

“Fuck” he hissed

“Did the plug hit a nice spot?” She asked petting his wet curls

“It hit the spot, doll” he said, pulling her to his lap, caressing her side while giving her a small kiss to her temple “shall I turn on the projector?”

Giving him a nod she rested her back on his chest while he raised his arm to the small table next to the bed where the projector rested.

Movie time has begun.

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The dark skinned woman was fucking the blonde rentlessly on the screen with a big and purple strap on and Lavignia has lost the count of the amount of time Harry has made her come just with his fingers, because, as he said so himself “I won’t be inside of you today so you need to come has many times as I can make you come”.

The first time she came was when the woman and the guy were just dry humping and Harry used his hand to put pressure between her legs and over her panties. The second was when the woman started to slowly use her fingers to ease the man’s hole in preparation for the huge dildo. Harry started to slowly fuck his fingers inside of her while whispering in her ear all the things he wants her to do it on him.

The third time was when the girl had the beautiful man on his fours and she was fucking him with such force that his eyes were turning. And now her body was shaking, completely sweating and anxious to touch him.

“Baby…l she started looking at the projector and noticing that the rolling film was still halfway through “the movie is too long… I need to have you now”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, always concerned with her wellbeing “I can just fuck you with the plug on”

“No… I wanna make you weak in the knees”

“But you already make me weak in the knees”

“I want to see you in every type of stage of desire. I want to see you in every angle and position, I want to fuck you and be fucked by you till I’m the only thing in your mind and everybody is nothing to compare to me and what I make you feel” in that moment it clicked inside Harry’s brain: she was insecure.

“You know that you already are the best I ever had, right” it was funny because they could be so soft even when there was skin clapping and moans as a background music and Harry had a hard on and a plug deep inside of him “I bared my soul to you and you accepted with everything that was inside of you” he said caressing her face, looking inside her beautiful chocolate orbs “it was delicious to learn you and I love you so much, doll. And haven’t you heard? Sex is good. Fucking is good. Making love is good. But you know what is even better?” She shook her head in a negative and he smirked because this gorgeous venus like woman was all his to love and desire “knowing how to fuck with love, and my honey, we are amazing at it” she pulled him and kissed him deeply.

The best type of kiss, if you asked Harry, was the one that was slightly imperfect and a bit rushed with desire. There was a gorgeous intensity when two people felt such hunger for each other that made them both feel like cats in heat, unleashing the knots of the soul in desire with the want to ravish each other like two animals.

It was a mysterious desire that he loved it so much and he loved that he only learned that when he was with her and that was what his new book was about. That’s why he couldn’t say that right now, that’s why he won’t show her the book till he’s finished. He wants her to find out the intensity and eternity of his feelings for her in each prose and poetry inside the book he was written with his favorite pink pen.

“Can I try and fuck you now, pretty please?” She asked him and how can he say no to the keeper of his heart?

He smiled and nodded

“How do you want me?” He asked

“I want to be able to look at you so take off your underwear and lay down with you back on the mattress” while he was getting ready she walked towards the harness that held the strap he picked: 8 inch and pink with a bit of glitter. She was nervous but so so ready to make him shake. “But first, I thing I want you on your fours” she said while putting the strap on over her barely covered pussy, feeling it thigh over her clit that was swollen from all the fingering Harry managed to give to her.

When she looked at him, he was a vision of duality: tall, muscly, with tattoos and a mustache but in his position that gave away all the control, with the piece of rosé gold coming from the hole between his ass cheeks and his ever shivery body, trying to rotate his hips to relieve his hard cock.

“Baby” she said in a sweet voice while taking the bottle of strawberry lube that was laying on the bed “I’m gonna take this, okay?”

He gave her a nod but Lavignia needed a voice answer. Just like he always did to her.

“I need to hear your voice, baby boy”

“Yes, Lav. I’m okay with it”

Moving behind him she started to twist the plug, feeling it hit against his prostate stimulating him in a way he hasn't felt in so long. Slowly she took the plug out, going for the lube, using two fingers to enter his hole without any hesitation from his warm skin. He was moaning lightly, words of affirmation and little horney thoughts

“You are treating me so so so well” he said, enjoying the feeling of her fingers inside of him. Harry loved this young woman with all of his heart and he desired her with every fiber of his being.

“Im always good to you, my darling” she said, enjoying the way he was responding to her, finally figuring it out why he loved to spoil her sexually: it was divine to know someone was melting because of all the pleasure you were giving.

“Darling, I’m gonna take my finger and get the strap ready, okay?” She said already going for the lube but he stopped her, making Lavignia scarred she had already hurted him “do you want me to play more with your pretty hole?”

“No” he said, turning only his face to look at her, without getting out of his position “ I just…”

“You just…?” She questioned but she saw the beginning of a blush form on his cheeks and she loved it, she was making him blush.

Without saying anything he moved to his knees, right in front of her, pulled her by the ass and capturing the toy with his mouth, making the strap humid with is own spit, moaning against, almost sloppy because of the fever he was feeling for this girl.

Playing the part she decided to stroke his cheeks and pull his hair from his eyes, exactly how he always does when she is the one between his legs. She was loving this dynamic, she could feel her juice melt their way down her tight and the little pression the harness pressed on her clit was making her moan a little, always getting lost in her own pleasure but Lavignia still had a mission: today was his day to melt, today was her day to take care of him.

“Baby” she said pulling his head but he didn’t listen to it, continuing to bob his head down the 8 inch dildo “baby, be good”

He stopped looking at her and whispering a little “sorry”. With her head she pointed towards her bed, making him lay down there.

She slowly walked towards him, enjoying the vision of his dick hard, full and proud against his tummy. With his spread legs she could see all the moisture from the lube.

Now, staying over the bed, she got one of the big pillows, putting behind his back for support, looking at hue eyes for any sign of resistance. She didn’t find any, so, with her hand holding the plastic toy, she started to rub slowly over the hole, watching it sink, letting itself be swallowed by his desire.

“Fuck” he said when she hit just the right place “so good to me, so so good to me” he said while she sank all the way in, then getting out, just to go back inside again.

Slowly to be careful with him but hard enough for him to feel in the morning. She was making him her little plaything, using his body like a map of his pleasure. Knowing what he liked by the little twitch on his dick, if he liked they all she was hitting by the way his breath was completely out of rhythm.

“You’ve got me so worked up” he said going to hold his cock but her hand stopped him “why not?” He said with a frown. He has so much cum in him dying to get out of his body.

“Let me play with you a little bit more” Lavignia said holding his hips and going faster, enjoying the way his skin was, by now, pink with desire and his cock always purple in despair.

“Please, please, please” he said

“Please what?” Lavignia demanded to know

“Let me ride you” and who was she to say no to that. Changing positions she waited for him to climb over her body, getting the fake dick and slowly sinking himself “thank you, thank you” he started to repeat like a prayer.

And she decided to help him in his prayers.

Using her hand she started to pump his hard member, making Harry move his hips out of sync.

“I’m gonna cum” he said and that’s when she attacked, sitting up a little bit and getting his dick in her mouth. She heard him saying something but she couldn’t know why because in that moment he was filling her mouth with the salty liquid she got used to those last few months.

Minutes passed and Harry still had his eyes closed, enjoying the bliss that the orgasm gave him. Slowly opening his arms he got up, helping Lavignia take the harness off and catching the wet spot on her panties.

Laying down on the bed beside her, he looked inside her eyes with a mischievous glint:

“What are you waiting for come and sit on my face?”

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utterlyinevitable · 3 years

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Can you do a headcanon for Ethan and mc breaking up

after writing this i realize it seems excessive and that ethan and becca are so toxic for the amount of times they’ve broken up (well she’s broken up with him). i hc that after the memorial, ethan will let her set the pace and he will never ever let her go again. so that’s why becca’s doing the majority of the severing. she’s scared he’s going to pull away at a given moment, and all the things he’s previously said about a domestic, nuclear life start to haunt her. she loves ethan but she also doesn’t want to change him just to get her way.

Ethan x Becca Breaking Up

The First (Unofficial) Time

The first time Ethan and Becca broke up was when they seemingly just started.

And, no. It wasn’t when he disappeared to the Amazon. According to Ethan, they “both knew what this was” and that they couldn’t be together because of work - it was imperative. He crushed any notion of them being further entangled before his Great Sabbatical.

As much as Becca wanted to believe him - as much as she wanted to file him in the back of her mind as a one night stand, she just couldn’t. She’d fallen hard for him and every moment they spent together meant something.

She was heartbroken when he left without a trace.

The First (Recognized) Time

They broke up for real only a few months after the Hopeful Hearts Gala and a short time before Valentine’s Day.

Becca was convinced he didn’t see them together long term and decided to cut her losses.

They were at his condo eating takeout on his couch when she broached the subject of applying to transfer her residency to other hospitals.

“Don’t base your decisions on me. Your career is more important.” “I based all my decisions on you. I’m only a doctor and at Edenbrook because of you.” “I’m not going to make the decision for you, Rebecca.” “I don’t want you to! I want to know where we’re at.” “We’re dating, I thought that was obvious.” “Will we keep dating if I’m on the other side of the country? Are we gonna do long distance? Are you gonna follow me?” “My life is here. My Dad is here.”

She retorted that her family is on the east coast too, and that she understands he wants to be close to his father.

They bickered back and forth.

“What’re we doing Ethan?” she asked exasperated.

It hung in cold silence.

Ethan just looked at her.

Eventually he spoke; “What do you want from me?” “I want…” She looked at him.

Really looked at the man sitting before her and the way his arms were folded across his chest. The way his blue eyes were a darker shade. The way he felt cold sitting there across from her.

So she made the decision for them; “Never mind,” she shook her head as she stood. “Where are you going?” She threw the overnight bag she’d packed earlier to keep at his over her shoulder, “Home.” Ethan stood, reaching out for her but she was just a bit too far away; “Don’t -” Turning her back on him she simply shrugged, “I need to finish my applications.”

That was the last time she was in his apartment for months to come.

He sent a gift to her apartment for Valentine’s Day. She sent a simple “thank you” text the next day.

They were estranged and she ignored him for a few weeks.

The Second Time

Was a mix of personal and work-related factors, months after Bloom took control of Edenbrook.

Dr. Mendoza was a new addition to the diagnostics team, transferring from Mass Kenmore. He was a vile stickler.

While most people knew of Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Lao’s history, it was kept under wraps. They were two of the brightest doctor’s and they managed to keep a very fine balance between their working relationship and their private one.

Mendoza saw Becca as a challenge. He fell to the belief that she slept her way into her job and used her wiles to get Bloom to buyout the hospital. He figured he’d try her on for size.

Mendoza was honing in on Becca. She was uncomfortable and tried to brush it off. But she couldn’t... one day he stepped over a line.

Ethan was pissed - he was going to kill Mendoza. He was going to fire him and punch him in the face. But Becca wouldn’t let him.

After talking him down they agreed she would bring the sexual harassment case to HR.

Oh how that backfired.

HR researched Mendoza and Ethan’s conduct regarding Becca. Mendoza brought Ethan down with him.

Ethan and Becca fought about claims and outcomes and he said some things he didn’t mean. Some things along the lines of: “I knew this was going to happen. This is the exact thing I was protecting you from. Every reason why we shouldn’t be together just came to fruition.”

The couple had to take some time apart while claims were investigated but they weren’t broken up.

Ethan was cleared and Mendoza got a slap on the wrist.

But that wasn’t the biggest obstacle they faced that year.

Even after the case was dismissed by HR the breakup still happened.

Becca was closing in on her final year of residency and weighing all her offers.

Just like the year before, Ethan wouldn’t acknowledge that she could end up anywhere else. He didn’t want to influence her decision or her career more than he already has.

And if she asked, of course he would give her a permanent position on the team.

But he had no idea what was going on in that brilliantly befuddled mind of hers.

She was going mad at his lack of commitments. At his lack of “I love you’s” and promises of a future.

Ethan and Becca had been doing this dance for nearly three years and he still hadn’t said it. And Rebecca Lao refused to say it first.

So she broke up with him, right before he planned to ask her to move in.

The break up only lasted a day. They made up in his office and she moved in shortly after.

The Next Time (based on Stuck)

Becca still didn’t really believe Ethan could commit to her in all the ways she wanted. She didn’t believe he could give her the family and life she always craved.

They had a fight.

She used her fall back to run away.

And when she came back to the apartment to pack up her things she saw Ethan sitting on the sofa, waiting for her.

She didn’t expect to see him home this early in the afternoon.

They exchanged awkward words and she fled to the bedroom to quickly pack up her things.

Ethan followed.

He stood in the doorway and begged not to fight anymore. He begged her to stay.

She yelled, she said all that she was afraid of. All that she knew he wasn’t in the business of giving.

She tried to leave.

But he caught her at the door.

He bent to her level and begged her one more time. Told her he wanted everything with her.

Ethan held her, kissed her exposed skin and rooted them both to their apartment, carried her back to their bed.

The Last Time

Planning a wedding was expensive.

Weddings also came with so many expectations. Never would Ethan have expected that he and Becca would fall victim to crowd pleasing.

It was all too much for him.

And one day Ethan snapped.

She was sitting at the dining table with their two wedding planners and binder rattling off a bunch of things that need to be done and chosen when he snapped; “I can’t do this, Rebecca. It’s too much.” “Can’t do what?” she half-asked, attention on what she was writing and not the terror in his tone. “This. All of it.”

The conversation escalated from there.

“Well if you didn’t want a wedding, why’d you even ask?” “I want you, not all this shit.” “This is part of it! You can’t keep running away when things get hard, Ethan!”

He was red with rage.

He wasn’t the one that kept on leaving once they started actually dating. So he made some digs about all the times she’s left him because she was scared. And that now he’s given her everything and why can’t she just listen and see things from his side.

He needed a breather so he left.

Becca threw the books, scattering them around the kitchen before the sobs took over.

40-minutes later Ethan returned home. He found his fiancée curled atop the covers of their bed, her back to him.

They said nothing.

He moved wordlessly to the back of the storage closet.

Then a flash of pink fell at her feet.

Ethan threw a duffle bag at her; “Pack a bag.” “What -”

She sat up and skeptically watched him as he packed.

First into the bag was his tux followed by enough clothes for two days.

When he was done haphazardly throwing essential items in his bag, he looked over to where she hadn’t moved with arms folded across her chest.

“Hurry up,” he commanded. “We need to get to New York by 1pm if we plan on getting married tomorrow.”

Becca’s jaw dropped. She was stunned.

Yet she was glowing.

And the shit-eating, megawatt smile on his face was infectious.

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𝐈𝐟 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - Boxer!JJ

Requested by anon: Can you write about boxer!JJ, with or without the outer banks’ plot. JJ enjoys boxing and you can’t go to matches because they scare you. But you always prepare with him before and he always comes to see you after. One night something happens and they confess their feelings whatever you want haha I just thought it would be a cool idea (:

Description: After the disappearance of their best friends the pogues all search for different ways to cope. Some working too hard, some fighting, some just blocking it all out. JJ puts himself in danger too often for Y/N’s liking. She finds him an alternative, but in typical JJ fashion he moves too much too fast and gets out in a tricky situation.

A/N: This is so different from what I normally write. I got a bit carried away per usual:) I chose to put it in the OBX plot, this is all after 1x10 because we all know that I am a sucker for that at this point let's be honest. I tried to do my research but the more I read the more confused I got so I am sorry if it is inaccurate. I have ZERO experience with boxing and stuff. As I said this is so different for me so ANY feedback would be FANTASTIC!! MY asks/requests/messages are always open! ALSO, italics are flashbacks. // TW: This talks about character death, panic/anxiety, abuse, and violence.//

*pic courtesy of pinterest*

After the disappearance of John B and Sarah, each of the pogues had their own unique way of dealing with the major loss. The unknown ate them from the inside out until it was turned to grief, washing over them the moment the pair was presumed dead. Over the next few days, they went into denial, finally understanding why John B had been so desperate to hold onto clues about his father when the group had thought that he was grasping at straws. They understood why John B led them on the hunt for the gold because he thought it would lead to his dad. They understood because now they too would follow any lead, risk anything, or go anywhere to find John B and Sarah.

Each of the Pogues were dealing with their feelings in its respective way. Pope was trying his hardest to prove to his parents that he had not messed up his chance to get off the Island. He applied for every academic scholarship on the east coast. Pope was scared. Kie, while the two of us helped Pope when we could, worked countless hours at the Wreck. After running from her parents and being brought into question with the police she was in hot water with her parents. She allowed herself to stay focused on her work and earn back the trust and respect of her parents so that when the time came that John B and Sarah needed them, we could help. Kie was hopeful. JJ was starting fights with everyone that looked at him wrong. He threw punch after punch at the one boneyard party that we tried to attend in an attempt to make things feel normal. He kept going home and picking fights with his dad, he said that he deserved the torment for letting John B get on that boat. JJ blamed himself for pushing John B to his death. JJ was Angry. I let myself get swept up in my art, going to the docks, or sitting in the dunes, drawing. This where the other Pogues found me when I was not working my shift at the Wreck. When I sat down to create I let my thoughts go and wander to whatever I needed to try and process. This was the only time I let myself think about the things that happened between the pogues, or what was ahead for us. I let myself think about both the options, whether they were dead or they were alive somewhere. Outside of that, I shut it off and tried to help the other pogues, as much as I could, to get back to something normal. I was numb.

Kie and Pope had a lot to figure out between the two of them. It took them a while to actually begin to talk about what was going on between the two of them since they kept defecting. That left JJ and I alone rather often. Not that I was complaining. The two of us had never been super close when it came to the group. I was always Kie’s best friend first, pogue second, until now. The disappearance had brought all of us closer. Though I appreciated the closeness with JJ, I was worried about him. He showed up on my doorstep night after night bruised and broken. More often than not it was a fight with some rando that has looked at him on the side of the road. JJ didn’t care who felt his wrath anymore, he would fight anyone, kooks, and pogues alike. The worst nights were those that he came back from his house. Those nights were always the worst because the injuries on his body and the way that his soul sat shattered in front of me told me that he didn’t fight back.

JJ was sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes not daring to look up at me. His face covered in red splotches and bruised from the other fights he had gotten in over the week. Tonight was different though. Normally JJ talked about the way that he handed the Kook a can of whoop-ass or the guy had it coming and that he had ‘totally won’ the fight. Every other night he would boast saying “Y/N, don’t worry about me! You should see the other guy.” He would try to soothe my nerves, but tonight there didn’t seem to be another guy. Just JJ fighting himself, the thoughts raging war in his head, making him beat himself up.

I moved to sit beside him. Finally deciding to break the rooms heavy silence. “JJ, did you go home again?”

His breath caught in his throat as he slowly nodded his head. I saw his jaw clenched as he fought back the urge to let tears fall down his face. He rested his head in his open palms. I wrapped one of my arms loosely around the boy before laying my head on his shoulder. “Why do you go home JJ? Every time you come back you end up so broken?”

“It’s just a few bruises and split lips Y/N, nothing I’m not used to.” He said shaking his head.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” I spoke. I moved my hand so that I could rub his back. I moved softly up and down his spine, trying to comfort the broken boy in front of me.

“I deserve everything he says to me.” He started, swallowing a lump in his throat. “Every time

I go I know he’s ready for a fight.”

I took a moment to collect my thoughts. I took a deep breath before speaking. “JJ, getting into fights with your dad like that, the things he says to you.” I paused, looking over his face, trying to figure out what was going through his mind. “You know that they aren’t true right? He’s saying those things to hurt you?”

“I know that, but deep down I’m so scared that everyone else sees what he sees.” He signed leaning back and falling onto the bed. “I’m just so angry. I am angry at the system for screwing up so bad that they ran JB away.” My breath caught in my throat as he began his rant. “I am mad that we couldn’t do anything to help him after his dad left. I’m mad that we lost him and have no way to contact him or even know if he’s alive!’ He stood up beginning to pace, and raising his voice. “I’m mad that I pushed him on that boat to sail straight to his death Y/N!”

I stood up on my feet, moving so that I can be in his direct line of vision. “Hey!” I called to him, even though he was right in front of me, he felt a thousand miles away. “You did not push John B to do anything that he would not have done on his own! You have got to stop blaming yourself for all the unfortunate events that lead to John B’s disappearance. This on Ward Cameron and you know it!” I said pointing at him. He locked his eyes with mine for a moment.

He ripped his glance from mine, his jaw still clenched and nostrils flaring as he tried to even out his breathing. It took a few moments and several paces across the length of my room, but he seemed to calm down. “I’m-” He started, looking around the room and taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’m just so angry. All the time.” He confessed. “I’m honestly scared, it’s like all I can think about is how pissed off I am and the smallest things just add on top of it until I explode for what seems like no reason.” He stopped rubbing his hands over his face. “I just don’t know how to channel it, make it die down.” He confessed, moving to join me back at the end of my bed.

“You know, whenever my brother is upset he goes to the gym-” I started

“You are not seriously telling me to work out right now, are you?” He huffed rolling his eyes.

“Let me finish.” I scolded him before continuing. “He’s a boxer, the have matches and fight, but it is in a safe environment. One where you can let your anger out with out going home or exploding on some rando on the side of the street.” I said. I laughed awkwardly, trying to fill the silence as I gauged his reaction.

“You really think that would help?” He said, the softness in his eyes returning.

“It helped my brother”

It had become routine over the past few weeks that JJ came to my house so that I could help him prepare for whatever match he had lined up for that night. When he first started all the Pogues were supportive of JJ’s new interest, but after the first match, Kie and I decided that we would support him from afar. Neither of us could stomach the blows that JJ took in his first fight. I was happy that he was able to find a more acceptable outlet for his anger, it was still just as painful to clean JJ up after, or to hear from Pope about the hits that JJ landed or had taken. Pope always attended, Kie and I chalked it up to him being a boy and into that stuff, but we both know that he watched because he wanted to be there in case something went wrong.

Tonight was one of JJ’s biggest matches. He had been talking about it for weeks. The guy was from the mainland and was supposed to drag in a huge audience with him. He was being scouted as a professional, bordering on going pro. That bothered me because it had only been a short time since JJ had started boxing. While he had grown up his entire life fighting, boxing against people like this was much different than landing a few punches on Topper.

JJ was sitting on my kitchen table, I was right in front of him with his left hand in my own. I wrapped the sticky red tape around his hands, knuckles, and wrists. I pulled it tighter after each pass around his hand. “Please be careful tonight. These guys got a really good record.” I spoke softly, but the concern coating my voice was evident.

“I think I’ve got it though Y/N!” He said, happiness coating his voice. I just shook my head and switched his hands, beginning to wrap the right one. I was weary when JJ first mentioned the idea of the match, and still am, because the guy was well known and it just did not make sense that he wanted to come down to the OBX to fight a Newby. Things didn’t add up. Of course, none of us dared to tell JJ, because he was so happy, and he finally seemed to be getting back normal, no one wanted to set him off.

I finished wrapping his hands and handed him his gym shorts. I had got him some with his name on the waistband for his birthday the week before. While I couldn’t stomach to sit through the fights and watch them, I wanted him to know that I was supportive of him finding a healthy outlet for his feelings and grief. I had washed the shorts for him so that they would be fresh for him.

“All done.” I smiled, handing them to him. He took them into his newly wrapped hands. “So you look all spiffy when you win the fight tonight.”

“Spiffy?” He questioned causing us both to laugh. He reached forward pulling me into a hug. Whenever I touched JJ I melted into the warmth that his body gave off. He smelled like pine, I assumed it was from his deodorant, but it captivated me every time. He let me go after squeezing me tighter. “Thanks for, you know.” He said scratching the back of his neck. “Helping me with all of this. I wouldn’t even be doing this if it weren’t for you.” He said with a smile.

“Stop being so sappy Maybank!” I said and I turned him to the door. I put my hands on his broad shoulder pushing him softly towards the door. “Now go! You don’t want to be late.” He made his way to the door opening it and standing for a second to look back and smile.

“I’ll see you after right?” He questioned, the hope in his eyes was hard to miss.

“Wouldn’t want anyone else cleaning you up would we?” I joked, before answering him. “Yes I will, just make sure Pope tells me when you're finishing up and I’ll head that way to pick you up okay?” As I finished the car horn outside honked. It seemed to reverberate off the walls. “Now go! You know how Kie gets when you're running late!” I shooed him out the door. I stood watching them back out of the driveway as I waved to Kie and Pope in the car.

I walked to the TV, flipping it onto a random TV show before grabbing my sketchbook and settling into the couch. I had been working on a piece of a deer skull and a floral pattern. I was using ink to draw it. I got lost in stippling the dots on the paged, shading in the sides of the skull, and forming the cracked texture of the bone. I barely noticed the buzzing that came from my phone beside me. When I looked up the sun was setting, almost disappearing behind the horizon. The name flashed across my phone and sent me into an immediate panic. “Popey” was read across the screen, my stomach dropping when I set my eyes on the time. It was way too soon for the fight to be over. I quickly slide my finger across the bottom of the screen, seeing it click open.

I held the phone to my ear, “Hello, Pope? What’s wrong?” I could hear the panic in my voice. My body was moving so fast as I swiped my keys across the counter with a screech, and started through the garage to my car.

“Y/N.” I hear him say on my way out the door. There was pause filled with chants and yelling in the background, signaling that the fight was still happening. “Things don’t look good, Kie’s on her way, but JJ needs you to be here when he gets out.” I was nodding my head, but Pope couldn’t see me. “If he gets out.” My breath stopped in my throat, making me choke slightly on my own air. “ Y/N it’s bad, I don’t know why they won’t call the fight.”

I let out a shaky breath as I pulled myself into the driver seat of my car, slamming the door behind me with a thud. “I’ll be there as fast as I can Pope, Promise.”

“Hurry!” was all he said before the line went static. I pulled the phone down slowly, looking at it. JJ was really hurt. It was my fault, I wanted him to do this professionally. I snapped myself out of my guilty haze, picking my keys up from my lap with my shaking hands. I struggled to get the key into the ignition, before turning it to start it up. I turned out of the driveway as quickly as my mind would let me, leaving a cloud of dust behind me as pulled from the driveway.

I tapped the steering wheel with my thumb, my eyes flicking between the road and the number growing on the speedometer. The words of JJ and I’s conversation from just hours before replaying over and over in my head. “I wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you.” Over and over again. I felt a warmth fall down my cheek. I touched my hand to my cheek only to find the warm wetness of tears falling from my eyes. I was shocked at the reaction that this event had on me. I felt like I was back to the night that we watched John B drive off on that boat. I felt that same sense of panic wash over me. What if this was it? “I wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you.” JJ was a fighter, literally, no matter what punches were thrown at him, he was always able to fight back. Part of me wanted to think rationally that Pope was overreacting and when I got there JJ might have a concussion and a bruised ego. “I wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you.” If it was that bad why had they not stopped the fight, right? Pope had to be overreacting, it was Pope. He likes to be careful.

My fingers kept tapping a quick pace on the back of the I kept telling myself that over and over in my head. I was driving but everything around me was a blur. I was glad that I had the roads of the cut memorized so that I could get there in my haze of worry. “I wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you.” I know what he meant by this, he meant that I had helped him, but I just didn’t feel helpful at that moment. I was the reason that he was fighting and trained a skillful fighter. This guy hardly ever lost a fight, but none of us wanted JJ’s improvement with his anger to stop, so we let him continue.

I hit the pothole in the gyms driveway, jolting me out of my thoughts. I fell back into the seat from the rough jump and dirt that was kicked up around me once again. I pulled into a spot at a dangerous speed. I practically threw the car in park and yanked my keys from the ignition. The sun seemed to paint the air around us a beautiful shade of orange, but my worry made me look past the beautiful sunset that was illustrated in the sky. Instead I approached the gym. I hadn’t stepped foot in for months now. The one that was seemingly making my worst fears come to life.

I scanned the parking lot looking for Kie. When our eyes met, I started making my way toward her. I broke into a jog, but quickly came to a halt, when I looked behind her. The red and white lights behind her become blinding. I stuttered stepped, coming face to face with her, but I could not look at her face. I was focused on the broken boy that was laid in front of me on a gurney. The blood on his face made him almost unrecognizable. I clenched my teeth so hard that I hurt. Pope was by his side, struggling to keep up with the boy on the gurney. Pope’s worried eyes met with mine that barely held back the tears. He said something that I couldn’t make out before pointing to us. I followed my eyes down to JJ, who’s eyes I met. Even from this distance, I could see the spark still in them. I felt my stomach drop and a wave of nausea hit me. I felt myself physically fall back and feel weak. He weekly raised his hand to wave at me weakly before they began wheeling him into the emergency vehicle. “I wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you.” My arm felt like my shaking hand to wave at him, The barrier broke and the warm tears fell down my face. I felt the sob make it way up my throat, catching Kie’s attention once again. Her expression was a little shocked at my reaction but wrapped an arm around me pulling me into her. I glanced over to see her worried expression as she watched Pope.

Pope quickly made his way over to us after talking briefly with the medics. As soon as he was turned away from JJ, his expression turned to anger. Kie and I looked at each other, both silently questioning the boy’s actions. He got to us, visibly angry, his breath was heavy as he started walking back and forth. He threw his hat on the ground and ran a hand across his head in distress.

“What happened there?” Kie said being the first to break the tension.

“We shouldn’t have let him fight that guy!” He said, raising his voice making me visibly flinch. “There’s a reason that he always wins! He knocked JJ out in the 7th round!” He spoke looking me straight in the eye. I felt two inches tall and wanted nothing more than to disappear in that moment.

“I wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you.”

I stepped back, it felt the air had been knocked out of my lungs. I heard the conversation that Pope and Kie continued to have, but they still felt miles away. I tried to listen and regain the ability to breathe.

“He had plaster in his gloves” Pope spoke loudly, as people walking outta the gym snickered, only making Pope’s anger grow. I snapped my head up at the tall boy, before looking at Kie, whose face held a confused expression. I knitted my eyebrows looking at Pope who just nodded, silently reinforcing his last statement.

“They caught on, but I’m gonna go back to talk to the fight manager, but y’all should go and meet him at the hospital.” He said, looking between me and Kiara.

Kie was quick to act, while I felt like I was still frozen in place. “Here,” she said, holding her keys out to Pope. “I’ll ride with Y/N and you can meet us there after you talk to whoever you need to?” She questioned, but she had alright dropped the keys in his hand. Pope nodded at the two of us before turning back to the gym.

I looked at Kie just as she placed her shaking hand on my wrist pulling me to the car. “Are you okay to drive? I mean do you think-” He started to mumble on.

“Yea, yea. I can. I think I got it.” I said send her a tight lipped smile. I could tell in her eyes that she knew neither of us believed me. Nonetheless, we both got into the car and made our way to a small emergency hospital on the Island, both of us praying that they had enough space for JJ. The entire car ride was filled with silent, sad, tension. The two of us stuck in our own thoughts, filled with worries about JJ’s health. Kie was the first to break the car’s heart-wrenching tension.

“What did Pope mean, when he said that he had plaster in his gloves?” Kie asked. She hadn’t been privy to the boxing world, much like me. My brother had told me that it was illegal. He knew a kid that got kicked out of his gym for doing it and had told me about it.

“It’s when boxer’s wrap plaster in their wraps and gloves and stuff.” I started, I stuttered over my words a bit, because I was unsure of what I was talking about. “As they sweat it makes the plaster harden or something,” I said shaking my head. The image of JJ getting hit over and over without a chance to fight back made me push the accelerator down and speed up on the long stretch to the hospital. “It essentially makes their hands like stone,” I said recalling the words my brother had used to tell me.

Kiara looked over at me with wide eyes. “That’s seriously fucked up!” She exclaimed. She let out a deep sign before falling back into the passenger seat. The rest of the ride remained silent, except for the news that was faintly being spoken from the radio.

When we pulled up to the hospital, it was all a blur from there. Kie could tell that I was worried and in a state of panic. She seemed to be rather calm about the situation, because of this she took the lead on speaking to the front desk. They pointed us to a waiting room saying that the doctor would come out after they examined him.

We sat in the cold metal chair in the waiting room. I tried to blame my shaking on the chill air that seemed to always be contained in hospitals, but I knew it was nerves. Kie placed her hand on my bouncing leg to stop it before looking up at me.

“Hey, It’s JJ.” She said moving to hold my hand in hers, giving me a soft smile. “He’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach, alright?”

I laughed slightly at her joke, looking up to her with a hopeful smile on her face. “You’re oddly calm.” I stated, looking over her relaxed figure, slightly laid back in the chair, her hand resting still on the chair handle, the other firmly grasped in mine.

“Eh, like it said, JJ’s gonna be fine.” She smiled. She leaned forward a bit, resting her weight on the armrest that sat between us. “I am more interested in what is going on inside your head?” She said nudging me with her shoulders.

I took a deep breath, my eyes lining with tears once again. “Over the last few months JJ and I have gotten so close, and after everything with John B and Sarah I just-” I was cut off by a sob, which came out more like a cough. Kie was quick to move her hand to my back, rubbing small, comforting circles on my back. “I am scared to lose him too.” I said quietly, tears falling still, but at a much less rapid pace. Kiara pulled me into a tight hug. I took a deep breath, letting the scent of her coconut shampoo ground me. I closed my arms around her tightly before we split. Kie pushed a piece of hair out of my face softly.

“You’ve got it bad.” She said with a soft chuckle. I looked at her knitting my eyebrows together in confusion causing her to laugh. “You and JJ are so blindly in love with each other that neither of you can see it.” She spoke. Suddenly, things started to make a lot of sense. The way that my stomach dropped whenever JJ was getting into a fight or how I wanted to end Luke Maybank for the things that he did to his son. The most important thing that I had become accustomed to was the way that my stomach erupted in butterflies every time we were close to each other, the way my skin broke into goosebumps when we bumped into each other, or the way that I smiled every time he cracked a joke or showed up at work. I played with my fingers letting a smile spread across my face.I looked up at Kie sheepishly.

“I told you.” She smiled at me, causing me to roll my eyes at her.

We were taken from the serenity of our moment by the doctor calling for those that were here with ‘Maybank.” She informed us that JJ took a lot of hard hits but managed to leave fairly unscathed from such a brutal fight. She let us know that JJ had had a lot of minor injuries, a broken lower rib, and that he passed out due to a pretty serious concussion. It took Kie and I a moment to soak in the abundance of information. “With his current state, we think it would be best if you all went in one at a time.” The doctor spoke, looking between you and Kie.

Kie pushed my shoulder lightly. “I’ll wait here for Pope and fill him in. “She said, a cheesy smile plastering her face. “Go get your man,” She joked causing me to roll my eyes before following the doctor back through the long hallway. The fluorescent lighting made the hallway look and feel more daunting than it should have. The doctor stopped in front of the room letting me know that he was inside.

I smiled and nodded at her. I took a deep breath before preparing myself to enter. I walked through the doorway to see JJ playing with the IV cable that was hooked up to his arm. I was wrapped and tangled around the opposite hand. I laughed involuntarily at the blonde boys antics. He looked up at me, smiling when he realized that it was me. I felt a tsunami of relief wash over me, just seeing that, while he wasn’t completely unharmed, that he was going to be okay.

“There you are, come here!” He said patting the bed beside his legs. I walked into the room slowly, making my way to his bedside. I sat down and turned to look at his bright, smiling face. He scanned over my face, his smile quickly fading. “Wait, are you crying? “ He asked, reaching up to wipe the stale tears from my face.

“Yes JJ,” I said laughing at the boy's oblivious nature. “You looked terrible when they took you out on that gurney at the gym,” I said looking down at the crinkled white bed sheet in front of the two of us. “You scared me. I can’t lose you too.” I said quietly.

JJ hand came up once again cupping the side of my face, pushing me to look at me. “Hey now. You know better than anyone that it's gonna take more than some cheating ring rat to take me out.” Both of us laughed at the statement. I met his bright blue eyes, and instantly felt drawn in.

I didn’t think much about it before I did it. I leaned forward and pressed my lips into JJ's. The kiss started off still and innocent. JJ’s hand moved from my face to the back of my head pulling me in closer. I moved my hands to his shoulders, placing them softly trying not to hurt him. The kiss was passionate and heated, our lips molding together, allowing us to melt into one another. I felt light headed just from the kiss itself. I could feel JJ’s emotion poured into the way that he kissed me back and the way that his hands caressed my sides and the way that he held me close to him.

We were interrupted by the loud beeping of the monitor beside him. I pulled away looking at the machine that ruined the moment. The warning flashing “High Heart Rate”. I looked at JJ and saw the same warning causing us to laugh slightly.

“What was that about?” JJ asked, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“After John B and Sarah I thought I would have learned that time is finite, but I guess it took you, at least in my mind, almost dying for me to realize that I should just say something,” I said, laughing nervously. “Oh and Kie made me realize just how in love with you I am” I spoke rolling my eyes before realizing what I said. I felt my face heat up, as I looked over at JJ with wide eyes trying to gauge his reaction.

JJ grabbed my hand. Struggling slightly because of the awkward tangled IV that was stuck in the back of his hand. He huffed as he tugged at it trying to pull it out of the way. His hand was wrapped around mine when he started speaking. “You know, I’m glad she did because I’ve been in love with you all summer.”

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Tagging b/c I asked:) @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @write-from-the-heart @jjmaybanksbaby @kikifromtheblock

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florenceandthemachine · 4 years

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The last meet-cute I asked you for was so good and I saw this prompt on someone else’s blog so if it sparks anything: “We’re both hiding in the garden furniture section of IKEA”

do you ever see a prompt and just have a full fucking fic pop into your head? just me? ok.

here’s some fluffy-trope-y-nonsense! also saw you just had lasik sorry if reading this unedited nonsense makes you go blind again xoxo

When it came to IKEA, Eddie was typically a messy person. Normally, he relied on one of two things if he needed to stay focused; a thorough, detailed list, or Christopher, who had absolutely no patience for Eddie wandering through a literal warehouse of crap, designing for a home he didn’t buy.

Which was rough, considering his current mission—buy some new furniture for Chris’s room for his birthday. Which meant he had no list, no sense of direction, and no Christopher to keep him on track. That would normally spell a recipe for a distracted disaster—but he was so focused, so determined to get this right, that he was confident in his shopping abilities for once. He had to be, he only had two hours until Carla brought Chris home, and two hours wasn’t enough for an IKEA visit on a normal day. So he had to be focused.

He’s so focused, in fact, that as he passes by the Poäng’s and the Fjällbo’s, he almost doesn’t notice the man in the plants.

And no, that isn’t something that he can clarify.

There is a man. In. The plants.

What?

He tries to walk away, but the image of a tallish, blondish, beefyish, honestly pretty cuteish if Eddie is being honest, fully grown adult hiding in the plastic bamboo is a bit too much for him to ignore.

“You know, those plants are fake. If you’re trying to check the soil, they’re definitely not gonna need water any time soon.”

He tries not to laugh as Plant Man immediately stumbles, nearly knocking over a Smycka, a Fejka, and a whole case of hanging planters as he turns around. It’s cute. Kinda sad, but cute.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, I kind of figured. I mean, they’re realistic looking, but definitely fake. No, I’m—I’m hiding.”

Hiding? This was an IKEA, a place where you could get lost without even trying.

“You’re hiding.”

“Yeah. My ex is here.”

Oooooohh. That, Eddie could understand.

It was easy enough to spot who he thought was the culprit, if the harrowed look on her face and half empty yellow bag was anything to go by.

“Shorter, redhead, kind of sloppy smokey eye, looks like she would stab someone with a high heel?”

Plant Guy laughed, but the sound didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, that’s Taylor.”

Eddie pretended to be engrossed in his phone as he looked over to the stranger again, tilting his head to the side.

“Well, I’ll tell you what. If you agree to help me load what I buy into my truck, and get me a plate of meatballs before we leave—the full size plate, by the way, I’m not settling for less than ten meatballs—I’ll help you get rid of her for good. I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“I’m Buck.” Plant guy—Buck—looked like Eddie had just handed him a goose that laid golden eggs. “For good? No, way. You can really do that?”

“I can.” Eddie said seriously, extending a hand to Buck. “But you have to trust me. My methods may be extreme, but I can almost guarantee results.”

A bit dramatic, maybe, but he still found himself smiling as Buck easily took his hand, taking a moment to savor the warmth. A sharp tug was all he needed to pull Buck up and out of the plants, making a sort of yelping noise, stumbling over a row of Boysenbär pots as Eddie put a hand on his hip, helping him steady.

The effect was instantaneous—while the noise wasn’t loud, it was just enough to draw the attention of anyone who happened to be searching through the warehouse already.

Eddie could feel the redhead’s eyes laser lock onto him as he steadied Buck’s hips, his opposite hand coming to cup Buck’s cheek.

“Sweetheart, you okay?” He plastered what he hoped was a look of concern on his face as Buck turned bright red, something that thankfully could be attributed to his stumbling, and not the fact that a near stranger was calling him ‘sweetheart’. He was mercifully quick on the uptake, at least, a smile blooming over his face as he chuckled, ducking his head, pressing into Eddie’s hand a bit more, and oh, wow, that was fucking adorable.

“Yeah, I’m good, sorry, I just… thanks, baby.”

Eddie chuckled as he dropped the hand from Buck’s face, the hand on his hip lacing with Buck’s instead, tugging him along. “C’mon, I want to look at a new lamp for the living room. We need something brighter, and as much as your smile lights up a room, I’m tired of stubbing my toe in the morning.” Eddie said, pulling that story directly out of his ass, hoping that he was selling the ‘teasing boyfriend’ aspect as he pulled Buck along.

It was purely coincidence that the route to the lighting section of the warehouse was only a row away from the redhead that was currently glaring daggers into Eddie’s back.

Once they turned the corner, Eddie let his hand slide out of Buck’s easily, the air a little cooler than he was expecting after being so close to someone so hot something so warm.

“Holy shit, that was amazing.” Buck blurted out, looking at Eddie like he hung the moon, and yeah, Eddie could admit, he preened a little under the admiring gaze.

“There you go. You’ve just earned yourself a harassment free shopping experience.” Eddie said proudly, winking as he took a few steps back, snatching up a yellow bag and tossing it over his shoulder easily. Buck still looked a little flustered, and honestly, it was cuter than anything Eddie could have hoped for—but the tick of his watch brought him back to his mission. “Hey, I hate to scare off an ex and run, but I gotta make some quick choices, so...”

“Oh! Oh, uh, for sure. Thanks again, Eddie.”

“No problem. Good luck, Buck.” Eddie winked for good measure as he turned around, feeling warmth pool in his stomach. He hadn’t had that much fun flirting since before he was married, and while he worried occasionally that he lost his touch, the blush on Buck’s face begged to differ.

Eddie was making good time. He had narrowed it down to two potential presents—it was either a Vitval bunkbed / loft, complete with a desk and a physical-therapist-approved ladder, and Eddie knew that Chris had been dying for a bunkbed for forever, but... on the other hand, there was the Phal workspace, with plenty of drawers, shelves, and surfaces for Chris to completely drown with his pictures, Legos, arts and crafts.

He had been stuck between the two—literally, standing between both display models—when he felt a hand slide into his own, blinking in surprise, a low voice in his ear before he could turn.

“Sorry, uh, she followed me out of textiles. I’m so sorry, this is super weird, I just can’t shake her off, and—”

“Phal or Vitval?” Eddie asked, cutting him off, raising a brow as Buck just blinked.

“Uh, gesundheit?”

“Very funny.” Eddie said, squeezing Buck’s hand, tilting his head between the two. “I’ve been stuck here for like twenty minutes, and you’ve been no help, leaving me just so you could get your...” A quick peek into Buck’s bag told him everything he needed to know. “...artwork and lightbulbs. Which should we go with? Phal or Vitval?”

Buck blanched at that and Eddie let himself chuckle, shaking his head as Buck groaned. “Come on, Eddie, you know I’m no good at making decisions. I don’t even remember which toothpaste I like, I rely on you for things like that.” he said, and Eddie had to admit, he was impressed with the little tidbits of information Buck was throwing into their faux-relationship so easily. If this Taylor chick was still in earshot, Eddie would have bet that she was just plain pissed by now.

“I know, I know. You really are hopeless, aren’t you?” Eddie said with an exaggerated sigh, bringing their linked hands up to his cheek, pressing Buck’s knuckles against the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t intimate enough to be a kiss, not really, but to the casual bystander it would have looked like a simple show of affection, kissing his boyfriends knuckles in the middle of an IKEA.

As he pulled the hand back, he did a quick scan around them—no redheads in sight. “I think your coast is clear—is she still hanging around?”

Snapping himself out of what looked like a trance, Buck blushed again—Eddie could get really used to that—and looked around, shaking his head. “No, I think she’s gone, um. Thanks again. And sorry. Again.” he said, their hands falling free again. Buck was the one to retreat this time, pointing a thumb over his shoulder. “I should, uh, probably go back and grab the dish set I had to ditch, but If you want my opinion, you should definitely go with the Flem.”

“Buck,” Eddie started, trying and failing to keep the smile off of his face and the laughter out of his voice as Buck turned away. “That was not an option!”

“Sorry, can’t hear you! Go with the Flem!”

In the end, Eddie had wound up buying both—Chris was turning ten, damn it, Eddie was allowed to treat him—and finished up ahead of schedule, swinging by the restaurant to make sure he had everything before he started the trek out to the parking garage. He was double checking his receipt when a tray clunked down across from him, two plates of meatballs sliding his way as his brows rose up into his hairline.

Buck sat down shortly after, looking incredibly too apologetic as he handed Eddie a fork. “Sorry, she kind of followed me away from the register, and I saw you here, and... I did promise you meatballs, right?” he offered, and Eddie actually laughed, resting his head in his hand as he took the fork Buck offered, raising a meatball to Buck’s lips to help keep up posterity—and immediately stealing one from Buck’s plate for himself afterward. “So, Buck. What do you do when you’re not hiding in fake bamboo?”

It was incredibly easy to talk to Buck, Eddie found, dangerously easy. They had a fair amount in common, turned out—both had older sisters, Buck with one while Eddie had three, both spent a good amount of time at the gym when they weren’t at home, and Buck had spent some time with the SEALs while Eddie was in the Army.

They even worked together, in a sense—Buck was a firefighter with the 118 while Eddie was a paramedic with Station 6.

“...though I promise, I did not come to IKEA to enlist the help of a handsome paramedic in avoiding an ex girlfriend that literally might be Satan in disguise. I just needed some art to cover a drill hole in my wall before my landlord kills me.”

Eddie almost swallowed his fork, feeling a certain thrill build up inside of him—Buck was flirting. Flirting with Eddie! Eddie hadn’t been flirted with in an age and a half, but as much as he wanted it to continue, he knew that it would be unfair for him to let it continue without addressing the childs-bunk-bed-sized elephant in the room. “Well, much as I hate to admit it, I didn’t come to IKEA today to help a firefighter run away from Satan either. I’m here today buying some furniture for my kid. It’s his birthday next week.”

Eddie squared his jaw, watching Buck process the information, ready for the easy let down. “You have a son?”

Here it comes. Oh, well it was nice meeting you. Oh, well thanks again. Oh, enjoy your day, Oh—

“Do, um. Do you have pictures of him? I love kids.”

... oh.

Any hesitation Eddie might have felt melted way as he brought his phone back up, easily scrolling through endless pictures of Chris, paying painful attention to the way Buck’s eyes grew wider than his smile.

Oh, no.

Buck wasn’t just hot, he was cute.

Eddie had to admit; after Buck helped him load the furniture into the bed of his truck, true to his word, and Eddie had scribbled his number out on Buck’s hand with a hot pink marker (the hazards of sharing a vehicle with a kid), he wasn’t sure what he should be expecting. What he definitely wasn’t expecting was a message to be waiting on his phone as soon as he started his truck.

Unknown Number, 11:01 AM: so maybe i have a confession to make

Sent, 11:03 AM: Maybe?

Eddie couldn’t deny the spike of curiosity he felt with that, taking a moment to save Buck’s number in his phone as the three dots appeared again.

Buck, 11:05 AM: yes, maybe. taylor maybe actually left when you pulled me out of the plants

i didn’t see her again for the rest of the day

i was just kind of... being self indulgent after that

wow this sounds way creepier than i thought i am so sorry

Literally laughing out loud in his car, Eddie let himself reread the message twice, a smile growing on his face as he typed out a response.

Sent, 11:09 AM: Tell you what. You help me build these monstrosities, maybe bring over a beer, maybe let me kiss you goodnight, and I promise I won’t hold your awkward flirting against you.

He felt another thrill race through his stomach as he sent the message, putting his truck in gear, not trusting himself to look down as his phone buzzed again until he was safely at a stop light.

Buck, 11:11 AM: it’s a date :) :) :) :)

#buddie #buddiefic #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #fake dating #was gonna wait to post this but honestly? fuck it #I'm not in the business of denying myself the pleasure of a cliched fic like this one #911fic #ikeafic #... why was that a tag #I know way too much about IKEA furniture #no beta #no edit #we die on our grammatical errors like men #flospeaks #hearteyesforbuck #mutually assured devotion

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purpleyellow · 4 years

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Kunfusion

NCT 22nd member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“She only wanted to buy milk”

a/n: This post is a mess lmao. Don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open. Any kind of feedback will be very appreciated💛

Bee stopped on her tracks as she turned around the corner to get to the dorm. In front of the building stood approximately eight teenagers and adults, all shamelessly carrying cameras and watching the entrance of the building with hawkeyes.

The girl felt her stomach drop a little as she realized she couldn’t go back to the dorms, even though it was only seven in the morning and all she had done was leave to the grocery store because they were out of milk.

She could pray no one would notice her underneath the big yellow hoodie and walk towards the building, but she decided it wouldn’t be very smart of her part to do so. Fixing the black mask on her face she turned around and started walking the way she had just come from.

“Where can I go? Where can I go?” She mumbled nervously to herself while walking towards the park since she thought it was a safer place for her to stay at. The whole breach of privacy always made her anxiety levels through the roof and was a huge pain to deal with.

There was this whole uncertainty that every encounter brought since there were the ones who had an obsessive amount of “love” for the girl, while the majority of them absolutely despised her for being on NCT.

Remembering about Chenle, she decided to call him and see if she could go stay in his house until they had to go to the day’s schedule.

“Hey, are you home?” She said as he picked up.

“No, I’m at the WayV dorm, why?”

“At seven o clock?” She frowned even though he couldn’t see her.

“Yeah, why? Do you need to borrow something? I can ask my mom to drop it off for you” His voice was a little muffled and she could hear someone asking him who he was talking to.

“No, it’s just those weirdos are blocking the building entrance again and I can’t go back inside, so I was going to ask you if I could stay with you”

“Come here then,” He said and she could hear some moving around “I’m looking out of the window and the coast seems to be clear. I’ll go down with Kun Ge so we can wait for you at the entrance in case someone shows up”

Chenle hangs up without an answer, making Bee let out a sigh before walking towards the WayV dorm. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to pass anywhere close to the building she lived in to get there.

Going around the corner to the building, she could see Kun and Chenle standing in front of the glass doors and she did a final sprint to where they were.

“What are you doing at this time by yourself on the street?” Kun said urging her inside and tidying up her bangs from the little run she had done.

“We were out of milk” She held up the grocery bag a smile, making his annoyed face soften a little. “Thanks for letting me stay here”

“It’s okay dummy” Chenle smirked as if he actually lived there, which by the way, the girl was still confused about.

“What are you doing here again?” She tilted her head to the side and the boy shrugged as the elevator went up.

“None of your business,” He said waiting for the doors to open, and walking out of the metal box instantly. Looking at Kun for him to explain to her, he just placed an arm around her shoulders and escorted her towards the apartment.

“Don’t look at me, he just showed up here without saying anything”

Walking inside, Chele let his body drop on the couch as she walked inside bidding good morning to the members in the kitchen.

“How did you know we were out of milk?” Ten said after giving her a hug and taking the bag from her arm. Bee thought about telling him the truth, but she doubted she would go back to the Dream dorm anytime soon, so she just rolled with it and moved on to talk to WinWin.

Giving the sleepy boy a high five, she sat on the counter next to him as Kun placed a cereal bowl, made with the milk she had bought, in front of her.

“Where are the pets?” She said after chewing a little bit of food and as if on cue Louis, one of the cats, jumped on the counter, moving towards her sprawled out arm and placing its head under it for her to pat him.

“You asked if you could stay with me but you’re not giving me any attention!” Chenle whinned from the couch making the girl roll her eyes.

“I didn’t have time to eat this morning, do you really want me to starve?” she resumed eating her bowl and the boy got up from where he was laying and sat on her other side.

Finishing his meal, Sicheng picked up his dishes leaving them in the sink and going to his room after giving Chenle a fist bump.

Looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to them, to which the answer was no because Kun was doing the dishes and Ten had also gone back to his room, Chenle put a hand on the girl’s shoulder and she looks over at him, cheeks full of cereal.

“I had a fight with Jisung,” he said and Bee frowned, cheeks still full with cereal and milk “That’s why I came here, I was heading to the dorms but we fought and I think he’s pissed at me, so I texted Kun and asked if I could pay him a visit”

“Were you the one who started the fight?” she asked in a hushed tone, and when the older boy turned around from the sink she looked back to her bowl like they weren’t talking.

“I’m going to get ready real quick,” He said to them “I would tell you to make yourselves at home, but I think you already are”

Chenle waited for him to disappear in the hallway telling her the whole story.

“We were talking on the phone and I was teasing him about the mistake he made yesterday on music bank, so he started telling me to stop, but I thought he was just being Jisung so I kept going anyways, that’s when he exploded at me saying I was a bad friend and I shouldn’t rub things on his face”

“Oh, but you know how Jisung gets picky about his performance and stuff, you should have seen him sulking about saying the wrong line in front of 127” Bee reflected as Chenle listened attentively at her.

She knew it wasn’t a big deal since the two best friends bickered all the time, and it probably blew out of proportion because Jisung was sensitive over the topic. Still, she knew that Chenle needed to understand that in order for them to go back to normal, he needed to be more attentive over the other’s feelings.

“I think you should apologize” She told him, getting up and washing her bowl “And maybe be there for him more, I get you guys are very playful with each other, but being more verbally supportive might make your bond stronger”

“Okay, I suck at it, but I’ll try” she heard him talking from the same spot he was in “Thanks for hearing me. Who would have thought you would actually be good at giving advice”

“I’m not good usually. But I guess I can relate with Jisung when it comes to things like this” She said turning the faucet off and grabbing a towel to wipe her hands.

The kitchen was uncaracteristcly quiet, so when Bee turned around to see if Chenle was still there, Lucas, who had just walked inside the kitchen, grabbed her by the shoulders and screamed in her ear.

“HOLY BISCUITS LUCAS, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” The girl screamed hitting in the shoulder while he hugged her. His and Chenle’s laughs filling her ears as Bee tried to calm down her heartbeat from the scare.

Out of a sudden, YangYang came running from the hallway with a slipper in hands and stood there confused at the commotion. “What happened? Did we get robbed?”

“Nah, she’s just overreacted” Lucas said still laughing, but Bee didn’t know if it was because of her or because of the newcome.

“Oh, okay,” Yangyang said dropping his arm and staring at the three of them. “Why are you two here?”

“Long story” Bee and Chenle said simultaneously and he shrugged, sitting on the counter and asking for Lucas to make him a bowl of cereal, slippers still in hand.

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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The Cassell Cynic Part 2

A continuation of @hectabdr @hectab‘s lovely characters.

When Nathan lay back on the bench, Hana’s face filled with furious determination.

Nathan protested loudly as she stomped his feet, seized his arm in a mighty heave and lifted him across the back of her shoulders. Her strong arm was wrapped around his leg and other her hand gripped his wrist. He tried to pull away but she held him tightly secured. “What are you doing?! Let me down!”

“I’m not going to let you make me fail this assignment!” She grunted roughly and stomped off toward the medieval looking administrators building.

Nathan used his free arm to pull his ear buds out. “Are you kidnapping me? Go die by yourself!”

“You think you’re going to die?”

“Of course I’m going to die if I go on assignment with you!” He struggled futilely against her iron-like grip. “Let go! You’re ruining my day!”

“When the dragons come back, they’ll do more than ruin your day. Or do you not know that because you don’t care to study?”

“I know that and that’s why I don’t bother! It’s obvious that someone else is going to do it, why should I care about it?”

“Because we …” She puffed, staggering with her struggling captive. “You're heavier than you look.... We all have a role to play. No one is going to slay the dragons alone! When the chips are down everyone needs to think about what they can do to make sure the dragons don’t win!”

“If I face a dragon, I’ll bow down and say ‘I welcome my new scaly overlords!’” He hollered loud enough for anyone in the courtyard to hear.

She stopped. Her face turned to him in horror. “You don’t mean that. Surely.”

His face was full of indignation. “And even if I don’t, so what? I just hope they don’t eat me and I live another day because I’m not slaying any god-damn dragon and chances are, neither are you! Now put me down!”

“Don’t put me in the same league as you, you coward…”

“I’m a coward? You’re a coward!” He turned to look at her over her shoulder. “You’re so scared of getting something less than an A+ that you’re kidnapping me! That’s what this is about. Don’t give me that Dragon War spiel. You’re more scared of your report card than a dragon. Am I right or am I right? Exactly. If this assignment was about dragonslaying, I wouldn’t be on it, being C ranked… No one’s going to put the world in my hands! Put me down!”

She finally lowered him from her shoulders and he brushed himself off and smoothed down his hair. He turned to look up at her. “Thank you!”

She gave him a stern look, lips pursed. “You’re really serious… about not doing anything.”

“Yeah! I am serious! Thank you for finally acknowledging that!” He stepped around her to return to his bench.

“So you weren’t put up here to sabotage me?” She asked.

“I am not doing this to sabotage you. No. But someone might be. You do what you need to do if your grades are that important to you, but leave me out of it. I don’t need grades to stay here.” Nathan turned fully around and walked backwards towards the bench. “Contrary to your belief, your assignment is not the end of the world and, if it was really that important, they will find someone else to do it!”

He sat back on the bench, groaning in dismay as he picked up his ruined blunt where he’d dropped it. “If I have to be on your assignment for you to pass then you might as well stay here on the bench! Because I’m not going. Period. You’ll have to deal with the smudge on your record. Though… knowing you, you’ll suplex them until they give you a make up assignment to erase the quote-unquote bad grade, so your parents don’t call you and cuss you out. If you do kidnap me, though, I’ll definitely make sure you fail, you psycho!” He rotated his shoulder. “That hurt, you know.”

Hana stayed where she was and helplessly watched him as he sat back down at the bench. “You’re really not coming. You’re not going to help me at all?”

Nathan didn’t respond. He rolled another blunt and lit it in silence. He could tell she wasn’t giving up, she was just changing strategy. She was drunk on the whole Dragonslaying mission Kool-Aid. He could feel his buzz actively dying as she approached him and sat back down. He passed it to her and she refused. But he insisted. “Take it, you need it more than I do.”

“I don’t smoke.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He inhaled slowly. The skunky smell of the marijuana filled the air. “You shouldn’t care so much.”

“I do care but it's because this is what comes natural to me. I’m strong and talented and I can do the things they need me to do. My talents will be wasted elsewhere. No one’s putting pressure on me. This is who I am and what I do best. So why not excel at it?”

He coughed on a rough pull. He was genuinely shocked. “No? You don’t have some mommy and daddy at home who will be disappointed if you get a B?” He asked, scoffing at her. “You don’t care at all if you ‘fail your ancestors’ or something?”

“No.” She said firmly. “I don’t. I didn’t come from a prestigious family or a famous bloodline. I don’t even know who my father is. Unlike you.” She jabbed a finger into his chest. “I’m self motivated and good at what I do. A few of the professors were thinking of putting me on a track to become faculty. They said I have to learn how to be an earnest guide. They wanted me to take you on an assignment and walk you through it.”

“Really? ...damn.” Nathan shut his mouth for once, scratching his head. “I’d pegged you as one of those trust fund babies.”

She gave a bitter laugh. “Believe me, I’m not. Like I said, I don’t care for them. They’re just coasting on their parent’s allowance and pretending to be better than everyone else. Kinda like you. At least you’re a trust fund baby who has their head in reality.” She grinned but there was no humor in it.

Nathan couldn’t argue that. “So uh… what’s this assignment?”

“I just have to accompany some cargo to the airport. But it’s sensitive cargo. So we just need to guard it.”

“Ah ha!” He tilted his head back. “So solve one problem with another. Very clever. You know what I think? I think my lack of urgency pisses them off so bad that they would do anything to get me to care even a little bit. And if they can’t get me to do anything, then they can get me off campus so they don’t have to look at me. They don’t need me here. It’s all head games. So I’ll play their head game.”

“What do you mean?” She tilted her head.

He pointed to the blunt in his hand. “What I mean is, this weed is going to give me the munchies. So, I’ll go ahead and put in a big order from the canteen. What do you like?” He pulled his cellphone from his pocket.

“I guess. Italian… pasta. I like Greek Food?” She said.

“Pasta and Gyros… sounds good to me.” He typed to put in the order.

“Are you ordering food for me?” She peered at his phone.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Nathan turned to her. “Wow… you really don’t have any friends.”

“You don’t either!” She snarled.

“I did before I came here. And I will when I leave here. You on the other hand… good luck on your ‘Hero’s Journey’. Heh.” He chuckled.

“Why don’t you just leave if you hate it here so much.” She stretched her legs in front of her and looked at the sky.

Nathan continued his lengthy order. “I don’t hate it here. I can live here, eat good food, and do nothing. Duh. It’s like the best vacation ever. It just sucks that by the end I won’t get to remember any of it. It’s like an alternate dimension. I just want them to give me good memories. Like I did something awesome. That’s all.” He waved his book of false memory ideas.

“You’re going to let them erase your memory?” Hana lowered her voice, partly shocked, partly amazed.

“Yep. Here I’m no better than a regular human. So I might as well live like one. Order will be ready in 45 minutes.” He put his phone in his pocket.

“Why not split the difference? Do just enough to participate and stick around. That’s what Fingel does.” She wondered.

“Oh ho... Not just Fingel. Isn’t that what everyone else does? I look at everyone around me and… you’re the first person I’ve met here who actually believes all this is for saving the world. That’s cool. You want to be here for that. But that’s why the other people get on your nerves. You can tell they’re faking it, and you’re not about the BS.”

Hana fell into a thoughtful silence.

“Which is why they sent you to talk to me probably.” He lowered his blunt. “It’s not that I don’t care that dragons are big and scary, it’s just I know I can’t do anything, just like 90% of the people here… so…” He shrugged. “There’s going to be maybe… what … 10 or 12 people actually fighting dragons? The rest? They’re just in it for the social points. And I’m not interested in social points.”

“What are you interested in?” She asked.

“Enjoying life while I have it.” He sat back and blew out a long plume of smoke.

Hana sat with him and stared out into the empty courtyards. On the peak of a gabled roof, a mockingbird was singing its heart out and doing acrobatic leaps in the air as it did so. Hana pursed her lips and tapped her feet. “If you could… please do this one assignment for me. I won’t ask again. I’m backed into a corner here and I don’t really have a choice at the moment.”

Nathan sighed loudly. “You could always do nothing, Hana. Just say, ‘He’s not coming, figure something out.’ I don’t want to get in your way, but I’m not going to let them play the pity card either. We’re all adults here. Don’t ask me to play their game. And it is a game.” He looked at her with wide eyes, waving his blunt. “If this assignment is really important, they’ll find someone else. The assignment isn’t the real issue here. This has nothing to do with your grade. I guarantee it has everything to do with their ego. They’re just like my parents. They’re just like my brother. Trying to make me care about their shit and I don’t. And that pisses them off.”

“You’re… pretty defensive right now.” She laughed.

He laughed in disbelief. He was getting pretty riled up about all this. “I want them off my back! I don’t understand why they need the C-ranker to be on board with their war games.”

Hana smiled disarmingly. “I for one… appreciate your honesty. You’re not so bad. I can’t be the only one who feels that you’re not so bad either. I think I’m here because they want to keep you around.”

Nathan raised his eyebrows. “Tch… Yeah good luck to them.”

Hana pushed off the bench. “Alright. I’ll ask them to pair me with someone else or… do something else about it. Nice talkin’ to you.”

“Hey, don’t forget. Food’s gonna be here in 40 minutes.” He shouted after her.

“Alrighty!”

#Dragon Raja

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goodlucktkachuk · 4 years

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Frantic -- Matthew Tkachuk (Pt.4)

a/n: finally here with part 4!! it’s been a busy few days but I hope you guys enjoy! i think ths story has two or three parts left in it.

Part One Part Two Part Three

“Y/N hurry up! We’re gonna be late!” Emily screamed across the apartment as you were frantically throwing whatever clean clothes you could find into your open suitcase. It was creeping up to 8am and you guys were supposed to leave at 7:45 for your 10am flight. You weren’t completely unprepared, you had packed a few jerseys and a less than innocent red set to live underneath them but the past few days had been so busy you forgot to pack the rest.

The team was back on the road but this time to the west coast. Fortunately, you and Emily had just started your reading weeks so it only made sense you finally got to join the boys on at least part of their trip. Emily had never gotten to see Alberta before so it was the perfect opportunity to do some exploring. You were meeting the boys in Calgary for their day off and the Flames game then when they were off to Edmonton the two of you were off to explore. Mitch offered all the time to fly you guys wherever they were but you never wanted to impose. He was pleasantly surprised when you finally asked him for two plane tickets.

Barging into your room extremely pissed off, a look of horror crossed your roommate's face as she watched you scramble. She sighed loudly as she grabbed your hips and placed you in a chair in the corner of your room. She made quick work of your messy packing skills and threw in an extra hoodie and jeans in addition to socks which you had forgotten about entirely. You went to thank her but she pressed her finger to your lips, shushing you.

“The Ubers waiting lets, go.” If looks could kill you would’ve been a goner twenty minutes ago.

The drive to the airport was quiet. Emily had her head in her phone texting Nick while you stared at the city flashing past you. The past few weeks had been crazy. School was in full swing and was taking most of your energy. Spending ten hours a day in the studio left you little time to see anyone let alone keep up with what was going on outside of your bubble. You felt bad because you hadn’t been giving Matt as much attention lately. The two of you called and facetimed when you could but it didn’t feel like enough. He knew you were busy and was more than supportive but the guilt still pang in your chest and the thought of him losing interest ran wild through your mind. This trip couldn't have came at a better time, you figured surprising him was the best way to make up for the distance between you two lately.

Emily, still mad at your last minute lifestyle, kept to herself for the wait in the airport and most of the flight but she started to gush the closer you two got to your destination. You were so used to traveling growing up that it was sweet getting to see someone get so excited.

After collecting your bags it was a short drive back to the hotel. As you guys approached the entrance you noticed a group of girls probably about 15 or 16 in Leafs jerseys. When you walked past they got quiet and you could hear the whispers.

“Oh my god is that Mitch’s sister?” “That's definitely Nick's girlfriend!” “Ugh! This isn’t fair! She’s not even pretty enough for him!”

You reached and squeezed Emily’s hand as you kept walking. Just like the guys, you knew better then to respond to people because in the long run it hurts their career and relationships. It was nothing she hadn’t heard from others or hadn’t seen on social media but you knew it still hurt her just a little.

Dropping your bags with a thud, you hurled yourself at the nearest bed and let out a massive sigh of relief as you let the softness envelop your body. Emily’s laughter filled the room as she placed her bags down next to your and sat on the edge of your bed. You let out a small grunt as she shook your leg, trying to get you to sit up.

“Mini!” her voice was more stern then usually. “Come on, we didn’t come all this way for you to lay in bed. Let's do something!”

“But bed.” You pouted into the sheets.

She aggressively grabbed your arm, pulled you up and headed for the door. You wanted to protest but you knew it wasn’t worth it. It was a cold day so you both agreed that shopping was the best way to fill your time before you had to go meet the boys for dinner.

Matthew checked his phone a lot more these days. He was never really one to care if people had answered him or to be obsessed with social media but since you entered his life he was constantly looking. At first Johnny and Noah were really digging into him but they soon realized how important this girl was to Matt. She was known as the Rat Queen through the locker room because Tkachuk refused to reveal her identity but wanted to gush about how talented she was. Noah was the only one who knew who you were.

He supported Matt but he reminded his friend on multiple occasions that he has to be careful. Between tight inner circles and the looming presence of fans and press. You could never be too careful.

It was killing Matt just a little bit that he hadn’t seen you in so long but he knew you needed to be in Toronto. He dragged Noah with him CrossIron Mills to help pick out things to send to you in a care package. He had gotten the idea from his brothers girlfriend because she had sent Brady one while they were home for the summer in St. Louis. Back in his apartment he had a box with a few snacks and some of his old T-shirts and sweaters. All sprayed with his cologne.

He was on the hunt today for something special but he wasn’t quite sure what that was. The two boys had wandered into a record store and were just mindlessly looking to see if anything would catch their eye.

You were still empty handed after a few hours of walking around and you were ready to call it quits but Emily pulled you into Sunshine Records for one last stop. You parted ways and you made your way to the back of the store. Once again not paying attention to where you were going you smacked into someones back.

“I am so sor-” You looked up and were met with the same piercing blue eyes from a few weeks ago but this time he looked a lot happier to be crashed into. Picking you up, he spun you around and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Fireworks exploded in your stomach but before you could react it was over.

“What are you doing here?!” He exclaimed as he set you down, keeping his arms wrapped around your neck.

“I’m looking for the new Niall Horan vinyl babe.” You giggled.

“Not in the store Y/N! Why are you HERE?” He lets go of you and starts waving in hand in every direction, “In Calgary!”

“Ohh right. I was going to surprise you at your game tomorrow.”

“Well as much as that’s sweet I’m glad you ruined the surprise.” He pulled you in for another sweet kiss, making you melt even further. You both heard a cough and turned to see Emily and Noah standing a few feet away. The two of you pulled away and returned to your respective best friend. Noah extended his hand to you and the grip of his handshake is firm but welcoming.

“So you’re the famous Y/N that Chucky never stops talking about.” That comment earned Noah a swift smack to the back of the head from Matt.

You laughed slightly as you responded, “That's me. I hope it's all good things Chucky.” You sent him a teasing glance while you spoke.

“Oh trust me he is, you really got him wrapped around your finger. There was this one time-” Noah was forcefully cut off by Matt.

“Ah Ah Ah, that’s enough! I am so sorry to cut this story short but we have a team dinner to get ready for.” He started pushing Noah towards the exit as you and Emily followed.

“Calm down buddy.” His phone went off in his hand and said “It was lovely to meet you guys.” before rushing away to answer. Emily stepped away at the same time for the same reason leaving you and Matt alone.

He pulled you into another hug and he smiled as he felt you relax completely into his arms. He looked down at you and marveled at your face before he spoke.

“So if you’re coming to my game does that mean your finally gonna finally wear my jersey babe?”

“Awh sorry love, accidentally brought my Talbot jersey. Maybe next time.” A smirk covering your face. He frowned at you.

“You’re a monster.” Joking tone in his voice.

You pushed up on your toes and planted another kiss on his lips.

“Yeah but I’m your monster.”

“Yes, yes you are.” you both stared aimlessly into eachothers eyes. Your moment was cut short by Emily’s return.

“Hey Y/n… That was my mom, I have to head home after the game tomorrow. There’s some family stuff I have to be there for. I’m really sorry.”

You pulled away from Matt and gave her a hug, tracing small circles on her spine to calm her down.

“It’s okay. Do you want me to come back with you?”

“No, no it’s okay, Nicks gonna come with me.” Her eyes were full of disappointment.

“Okay hun. Tonight we’ll reschedule all our hotels and come back out in May. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good but what are you going to do the rest of the week then?”

Piping up from behind them, Matt enthusiastically said “Come stay with me.”

“That’s very sweet of you Matts but I don’t wanna impose and how would I explain that to Mitch?” You knew Mitch would understand if you told him about you and Matt but you weren’t ready to take that step yet. Especially becuase you guys weren’t anything offical yet.

“We play Ottawa later this week so the family’s coming down to see it. Just tell him you're staying in town to see Taryn.” You thought about it for a minute because he had a good point. You hadn’t seen Taryn in about two years plus it technically wouldn’t be lying to Mitch.

“Fine.”

“Yay!” Matthew mauled you with a quick hug and kissed your forehead. He gave you a quick goodbye and headed off to find his teammate. You and Emily finished shopping and headed back to the hotel to get ready for your night.

Even though the mall was pretty empty there's always someone around to see things. You guess someone saw you and Matt together today and tweeted about seeing the two of you. Adding insult to injury, Matt liked the tweet sending twitter into a tailspin of rumours. He really was a pest on and off the ice.

#matthew tkachuk #matty tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #calgary flames #flames imagine #nhl imagine #nhl #hockey

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spnsisterimagines · 4 years

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Free Dogs

Summary - Y/N sneaks a dog into the bunker without telling her brothers and she spends several days keeping it away from them until the dog smells the ribs Dean brought home.

Pairings - Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Slight!Castiel x Winchester!Reader

Word Count - 3,672 words

Who could resist such a cute face? The puppy was a Labrador mix, left alone in a box with the word 'FREE' written on the side in big black marker. He yipped excitedly when Y/N approached, her hand clasped around the plastic bag that held the take-out she was bringing back to the bunker for her brothers to enjoy. The box was cleverly placed between the restaurant and the parking lot where the Impala sat comfortably, not knowing it would be sharing its leather seats with a slobbery, eager guest.

Y/N truthfully would've just pet him and moved on, knowing well enough how much Dean hated dogs. Not to mention the life they lived was no place for a pet other than Castiel. But how could she just leave him there? He was clearly the last of the bunch and nobody was giving him any attention. Not that he minded. He bounced up and down excitedly in the empty box, trying his best to lick Y/N's hand.

"I can't, I can't, I can't," Y/N pleaded, jumping from foot to foot, readjusting her grip on the bag. The puppy, on his seventh hop, caught the edge of the box and sent it falling to its side with the puppy flopping over, his ear falling over his big brown eyes. That didn't hinder him in the slightest. He took the opportunity to jump back to his feet and make a dash for Y/N, jumping so his front paws laid across her lap. "Damn it! Okay, fine, you win!"

The puppy almost seemed to understand that she gave into him, barking excitedly and running in circles. Eventually Y/N bent down and bundled him up in her arms before grabbing the food and running toward the Impala before anyone had a chance to chastise her because Dean was going to be so pissed off if he found out she picked a dog up. As for Sam...he'd most likely just tell her the cons of having a dog around with all the hunting. There was a huge possibility the dog could be hurt. But she couldn't just leave him there! That was cruel, and she knew he'd do the same.

"Okay, just let me put my jacket over the seats so you don't get hair every-" The puppy seemed to ignore her, jumping from her arms as soon as she opened the passenger door. He quickly made himself comfortable, turning thrice in one place before sitting down. "Oh, God, Dean's gonna disown me. But that's what you want, right?" The puppy panted in response, his tail wagging obnoxiously fast. Deciding to get the drive over with, Y/N rushed to the driver's side and slipped herself inside, jamming the key into the ignition and putting her in drive and taking off back to the bunker where her brothers were waiting impatiently for the food they had asked for.

The drive didn't take long, but Y/N spent several minutes waiting in the driver's seat. She was in the garage, where Dean had been keeping her since Dorothy had blown through. She calculated how she could sneak the puppy past the living area where Sam and Dean always were to her room and put the puppy there before coming back to give them the food. She decided to make a run for it and hope for the best. She turned to the puppy, looking at him seriously. He sniffed at her face, giving her a lick.

"Stop, we need to focus," she demanded. "Okay, I'm going to pick you up and I'm going to run to my room and leave you there until I'm done with dinner. I'll come back once the coast is clear and give you water. I'll have to wait until the morning to get you food. How does that sound? Does that sound like a decent plan?" The dog merely stared. "Great, let's go."

Getting him and the food up the long staircase was easier said than done. The puppy was squirming, wanting to explore his new surroundings, but if he ran right to Sam and Dean, everything would be ruined. Y/N grunted, finally making it to the top without much trouble. She slyly peeked over the railing to the main floor, cursing when she saw Sam and Dean sitting at one of the long tables, Sam typing away at his laptop and Dean scrolling mindlessly through his phone. Neither had noticed their sister had returned, nor that she was holding something very much alive that smelled like rain and dirt. She hoped to God the puppy's black fur wouldn't show up on Baby's upholstery, but since when did that guy pull through?

"Dude, where the hell is she? I'm starving!" Dean grunted, making Y/N freeze midstep on her way to the opposite staircase that led to the hall of rooms for the Men of Letters. "Try and call her."

"I'm sure she's almost here, Dean. Maybe the restaurant was packed," Sam aided, making Y/N sigh in relief. She tip-toed across the stone floor, keeping the puppy close as she descended down the second staircase and sprinted to her room, ripping it open and dumping the puppy unceremoniously on her bed.

"Stay," she hissed, putting a hand up. "You're welcome to watch TV. Be back in a little bit... I'm going to figure out a name for you while I'm gone."

Closing the door quietly behind her, she made her way back to her brothers, holding the bag up high for them to see once she was within their sight.

"Why are you coming back from your room?" Sam asked while Dean dashed and grabbed the bag from her.

"I, um...I thought I left my phone in there, so I went to check," Y/N lied through her teeth, moving to sit beside him.

"Pie!" Dean exclaimed behind her. "Good job, sis. And is Baby..."

"She's just fine in the garage, De," Y/N smiled, completely nonchalant. Neither of them had a clue there was a living and breathing puppy quite possibly destroying her room at the moment.

And they didn't notice for about a week.

Y/N had decided to name him Romeo as a joke, considering Crowley had a personal hell hound he affectionately nicknamed Juliet. She knew the King of Hell would get a kick out of that, but nobody could know Y/N's dark secret. Sam and Dean remained completely in the dark. The only time her cover was nearly blown was when Castiel had arrived on an impromptu visit.

"Y/N, I couldn't help but overhear something in your room just now," he declared, walking into the library where her and her brothers sat.

"What were you doing near my room, Cas?" Y/N hastily changed the subject.

"I was grabbing the journal from Dean's room like he asked. He suspects we're looking for a vampire nest in Atlanta. Did I do something wrong?" Castiel asked curiously, seeing the nervousness on Y/N's face.

"What are you, hiding a boy?" Sam joked. Dean's head quickly shot up in alarm. Castiel looked rather offended at the thought.

"No, I'm not hiding a boy when we're supposed to be going on a hunt," Y/N scoffed. "How would I even sneak a boy under your noses?"

"Well, there are many entrances here, so I assume it could be quite easy," Castiel said, shrugging his shoulders as he passed the journal to Dean.

"I would hope my dear little sister isn't that stupid," Dean said, grabbing the journal and flipping it open. "Because Sam and I are proud gun owners."

"It's not a boy, it's...you know what? Castiel and I will go check just to prove you wrong. C'mon, Cas," Y/N huffed, jumping to her feet and grabbing his hand. She turned around to Sam and Dean. "And I'm very good with a gun, too, so you would never get the first shot." She stuck out her tongue childishly at him. He mirrored it, also giving her the stink eye. Sam shook his head, giving a small smile as he continued to click through articles on the situation in Atlanta while Y/N pulled Castiel to her room.

"I have a secret." she said finally, throwing caution to the wind. She understood if she played her cards right, she could get Castiel to help her keep her secret.

"There is, in fact, a boy in your room?" Castiel asked, deflating slightly at the thought of it.

"What? No!" Y/N scoffed, pulling him toward her door. "Okay...I'm about to show you something, but you have to swear to me you won't tell Dean or Sam anything about it. Especially Dean!"

"Is it something dangerous?"

"Cas, will you just swear?"

"But I am unsure if I will want to tell on you or not. I would like to know first what it will be before I decide."

Y/N gave him a deadpanned stare, her mouth stretched into a frown. He sighed, his shoulders slumping.

"Fine, I swear."

"Thank you. C'mon," Y/N said, grabbing his hand again and ignoring the tingles in her fingers as she carefully opened the door and pulled him inside.

Romeo was growing fast in just the span of a week, but he still only came up to Y/N's knees. He now had on a dark red collar with a nametag she had made herself two days prior when she was supposed to procure fake IDs for herself and her brothers when they would go to Atlanta to take care of the vampire nest. It had his name on the front with her phone number on the back. He excitedly ran to her, hopping up on his hind legs in an attempt to reach her face and give her welcoming kisses.

"It's a dog," Castiel said in surprise.

"Yes, and his name is Romeo," Y/N stated, leaning down to scoop him up in her arms. She held him up for Castiel to see, who backed up in shock as the dog attempted to litter his face with his kisses. "He doesn't bite, Cas. He's the sweetest thing in the world. Look. Romeo, give Mama kissies!" Romeo turned his head to her and eagerly licked her face, his tail wagging.

"You are hiding a dog from your brothers? Why?"

"You know how Dean is. Remember when he came back from Purgatory and sat in Baby for the first time? He knew automatically there had been a dog inside. If he knows there is one in the bunker, I'm dead meat and he'll kick him out. And Sam's a snitch."

"You want me to keep Romeo as a secret from your brothers?" Castiel asked, hesitantly putting his hand out for Romeo to sniff. "I think I can do that."

"Yes! Thank you!" Y/N squealed, putting Romeo down and hugging him close. Castiel flushed a bright pink, his mouth twitching. "Okay...now I need one more favor and I promise never to ask for anything ever again."

"What's that?"

"While my brothers and I are in Atlanta...do you mind coming and checking in on him? Just switch out his food and water bowls and the potty pads? I hate to leave him alone, but if I stay, Sam and Dean will know something's up. I promise I will owe you one," Y/N bit her lip, pressing her hands together almost as though she were praying to him.

"I suppose that is...doable. Yes, I will help keep Romeo alive until you are back," Castiel smiled.

"Thank you! Now, let's go back before my brothers come looking for us. I'll be back in a little bit, Romeo!" Y/N cooed, bending down to scratch the dog behind the ears before following Castiel out the door.

Another week had passed and everything was going great. Castiel had successfully kept Romeo taken care of while they took out that vampire nest. Romeo had also practically claimed him as a second owner, getting excited every time Castiel poofed into her room to see her(although, Y/N was sure Castiel just wanted to see the dog). Sam and Dean were none the wiser.

Romeo was a lively spirit. He loved to play, often taking Y/N's clothes from her dresser and running around her room with it until she caught him and gave him belly rubs before he gave it back. He was falling in love with being her dog, and Y/N was sure she would never be able to give him up even if she tried. She loved him far too much. She wished Sam and Dean could be clued in on him and not have her give him up. She knew Romeo was probably tired of being cooped up in one room. Sometimes, when her brothers went to the bar for a drink, she'd take him out to the park and give him room to run, but when Sam or Dean would text her that they're on their way home, she'd rush to coop Romeo up once more.

That was the system for a long while until Dean spontaneously decided to bring home ribs from the local barbecue place that recently opened. He was excited to sample their famous dishes, whereas Sam and Y/N were content in just eating Chinese take-out. Nothing really seemed to be off as they ate until they heard a loud whine and several scratching noises coming suspiciously from their room area.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked, already on guard. Y/N froze.

"U-Um...I left the TV on in my room," Y/N said, accidentally stabbing her chopsticks a little too harshly into her sesame chicken. "Yeah, I was watching...Cujo."

"I thought you hated that movie because of what happens to the dog," Sam cut in, looking down at her. "Every time Dean would put it on in the motel room you'd cry like a baby until he turned it off."

"Well...I tried to watch it all the way through just for you guys," Y/N played it off as best as she could, but they both continued to look down at her oddly. She was always such a terrible liar. Thankfully, Dean was too distracted by his food to care, taking another giant bite out of his ribs. Seeing that their eldest brother wasn't questioning her, Sam decided to shrug it off and continue poking at the rice he was currently munching on.

Unfortunately, Romeo was stubborn today and gave another loud whine. Y/N tried to overpower it with her own cry, suddenly clutching her side.

"Lady cramps," she grunted as her brothers stared at her. She needed to get Romeo to calm the hell down before he ruined everything. She slowly inched out of her chair. "You know what? I should go change my...pad. Cramps aren't a good sign for me. It usually means Niagara Falls." Dean and Sam grimaced in disgust. Perfect. That meant they wouldn't follow her.

"For God's sake, sis, I'm eating!" Dean growled, gesturing to his barbecue platter.

"Be right back," Y/N smiled, taking off to her room to quiet Romeo down with a treat. This was far too close for comfort. Her brothers would see what she's been hiding. She got to her door. Smelling her from the other side, Romeo got more rambunctious, thrusting his paws at the door, probably scratching up the paint. He whined cutely, wanting to be let out. "Romeo...please. You need to back up and let Mama inside. If Sam and Dean see you, we're both dead. C'mon, now...just let me...NO!"

As soon as the door opened, Romeo bolted past her in the direction of her brothers. Crying under her breath, she took off after him. Of course, Romeo proved to be much faster. Soon she could hear her brother let out a surprised shout.

"AGH! WHAT THE HELL!"

Y/N grit her teeth, moving faster until she could see Dean's chair completely flipped over along with her brother, who was struggling to move as Romeo eagerly licked his face clean of all the barbecue sauce. Once he was deemed clean, he moved onto the fallen ribs, taking it into his mouth and scurrying to sit behind Y/N's legs and enjoy his treat.

Sam was frozen in his chair, the rice halfway to his mouth, but he didn't know when to move. Dean slowly sat up, his face glistening with Romeo's slobber. They both looked to Y/N, obviously waiting for her to speak first.

"I...can explain," she squeaked. "I...I'm dog-sitting for...for a friend. And...he's...well...I'm..."

"I'm gonna kill you," Dean growled under his breath.

"Fair enough," Y/N replied, nodding. "But look how cute he is!" She moved so they could see Romeo going to town on the ribs. He didn't seem to notice how devastated Dean appeared now that his dinner was lost to a dog he had no idea was even in the bunker. Sam finally put his food down, looking up at Y/N with his mouth still agape.

"How long has he been here?"

"A few weeks..."

"A few weeks. You've kept that beast in the bunker for a few weeks and now he's eating my supper." Dean grunts, finally getting to his feet. "What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?"

"I was thinking I was saving a poor dog from being all alone? Look, he was the last dog in the box. It was dark, and I was scared he would be left to starve or he'd jump and run into traffic! If anything, I was doing him a favor! And one thing led to another and I just fell in love with him. He's really, really good. He's been getting better at potty training and he even knows a trick! Look, here...Romeo! Sit!"

Romeo quickly dropped the ribs and dropped down into a sitting position, looking up at Y/N expectantly.

"That's so cool," Sam grinned, but he quickly dropped it as soon as Dean whipped around. "But seriously, seriously irresponsible, Y/N. You know you can't keep a dog."

"But he's been here for a while now and you guys didn't even know! I've been taking very good care of him! Plus...he never even has to leave the bunker. He can stay here a-and Cas can check up on him! Cas likes to do that, he loves Romeo."

"No, there's no way. He is a menace to us all. Look at him!" Dean jabbed a finger to Romeo, who wagged his tail in response, his tongue hanging happily from his mouth. Y/N caught Sam smiling affectionately at him.

"But-"

"No."

"But-"

"No!"

"But if you just-"

"I said no!"

Y/N slumped, defeated. Dean had his arms crossed, and his face pulled into his 'stern' expression. She knew that meant his decision was final. But she just couldn't bring herself to look at Romeo and know he was going to go to a different place. She loved him far too much. She bit her lip, turning to Romeo, who looked up at her, his wide grin still very much wide. He had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that he had ribs and he was happy. He stood from his spot and trotted toward Y/N, butting his head against her leg in an attempt to get her to pet him.

"Dean, just let her keep the dog," Sam said, getting to his feet.

Dean scoffed, whipping around toward him. "I'm sorry. What?"

"Look at them!"

Y/N was kneeled down beside Romeo, pulling his head toward her so she could rub him behind the ears. He leaned into her touch, his tail wagging even harder if it were possible.

"She's had the dog for several weeks. To dump him now would just be cruel," Sam declared, moving around his brother to approach his sister and her pooch. He held out a hand for Romeo to sniff before giving in and scratching him lovingly behind the ears. "I think you're just mad because he took your ribs."

"Wha-that's beside the-" Dean sputtered indignantly before he quickly found himself. "Look, I don't wanna be the bad guy, but this place ain't built for a dog. Our lives aren't built for a dog. We're gone all the time, and if a demon happens to waltz in here and takes the dog out...I don't wanna have to watch the both of you break down over it. I'm sorry, no. We just have to find another home for him."

"But we can train him to run and hide if a stranger ever comes in! And Castiel loves him, he can watch him!" Y/N begged, getting to her feet. Sam remained knelt down, continuing to pet Romeo as he looked up at Dean with his own version of puppy-dog eyes. "Dean, please? I'll never ask for anything! He'll be my responsibility. He's a good dog, I promise!"

Dean shook his head. "Why do you have to make me out to be the bad guy?"

"You're doing that all on your own! Dean, I've never wanted anything more than this. Look at Sam! He's already attached!" Y/N gestured to her other brother.

"I am attached, Dean. To separate us would be sinful," Sam jokingly said. "C'mon, Dean, just give in! Who knows? You might end up liking him, too!"

Dean looked from his brother to his sister, his face as stubborn as ever. But Y/N and Sam were both begging him while Romeo threw himself onto his back so Sam could rub his stomach. He sighed, bringing a hand up to rub the bridge of his nose.

"That dog stays out of my room and off the furniture. If I ever happen to walk onto his...droppings, I will personally go and dump him on Crowley's doorstep. Alright?"

Y/N squealed excitedly, clapping her hands before she threw her arms around her brother. Sam grinned, pulling Romeo close. He loved dogs as much as his sister, so he was excited, too. As for Dean, he gave a soft smile and patted Y/N's head.

"Alright, squirt, but now you gotta drive into town and get me more of that barbecue since Fido took the rest."

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belovedbangtan · 4 years

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Dive | Part 7 | jjk

Pairings: Jungkook x y/n, Yoongi x oc

Word Count: 4.1k

Series Description: Camping with your ex, sounds horrible right? The camping trip was planned and payed for long before y/n’s shitty boyfriend broke up with her. Her best friend Abby, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook are there to make sure she has an amazing time. However, sharing a tent with a smoke show like Jungkook is bound to lead to some complications.

Chapter Description: Just friends, hmm? After getting a new promotion the crew takes you out for drinks. Will you ever stop having feelings for him? Will he finally tell you how he really feels?

Warnings:Language, drinking, jungkook being a frickin teaseeeeeee, a leetle drunken confession?

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Your heels click on the uneven sidewalk as you head to the bar that Abby invited you to. You had been so focused on work and getting a promotion that when you finally did Abby demanded that you celebrate. You couldn’t think of a reason to tell her no, so here you were. Bella’s Bar, a hole in the wall gem. They usually had Karaoke or a band playing, and drinks were affordable. It isn’t until you’re reaching for the rusted handle that you remember the last time you were here. You were with Ben. It was the date you went on just after agreeing to date him. You face scrunches into a disgusted one thinking about that memory.

You walk inside and you’re instantly drawn towards the tall boy with flailing arms, Tae. You widen your eyes and laugh softly to yourself as you walk towards them. Tae pulling you into the tightest hug from behind. You giggle as Jimin squishes you from the front. Both of them telling you how much you deserved your promotion and congratulations.

“Alright… alright jeez. Can I have my best friend please?” Abby groans, pulling Jimin off of you. Tae lets go, but not before leaving a wet kiss on your cheek.

You laugh eyeing them down and taking your best friend into your arms, “How drunk are they?”

“They’ve had a few, but I think they just really like you.” Abby giggles hugging you tight before telling the boys that she was stealing you to go to the ladies’ room.

Once the door closes behind you, Abby’s face turns serious, “Yoongi is on his way with… uhm… Jungkook.” She starts to wash her hands, “That’s okay right?”

Ignoring how your heartbeat quickens, you nod, “Of course, that’s fine. I told you Abby, we’re friends.”

“Yeah, I know that’s what you said but…” She starts to explain, “You still have feelings for him right?”

You cross your arms looking anywhere but at her, “I mean… I guess. But we talked about it. It’s fine.”

Her brows raise and the corner of her mouth starts to lift, “If you say so.”

You shake your head, “I told you about the conversation we had when he took me home. If he flirts, It’s fine. It’s all good, don’t worry about us.”

“Kay, but if you feel awkward let me know and we can get out of here.” She takes your hand squeezing it. You both check your reflection in the mirror, your short black peplum skirt and crop top accentuated the best parts of you. Your hair in loose waves falling over your shoulder and black heels for the cherry on top. It had been so long since you’d dressed up and you felt good.

You walk back towards the table, instantly recognizing the tattooed arm leaning on the table next to Jimin. He looked so fucking good. Classic black skinny jeans never seemed to work against him. The emerald green button up tucked into his pants to show his figure. The sleeve rolled up to show off his tattoos and sculpted forearms. You start to whisper words of encouragement to yourself. Keeping things friendly with him in general was hard, but with the way he looked tonight, you knew it was going to be nearly impossible for you not to flirt.

He turns slowly to face you as you both approach the table, almost in slow motion as his eyes connect with yours. You suck your lip into your teeth trying to suppress the huge grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. His eyes coast over your body, making your legs feel like jelly under his gaze. Finally, close enough for the two of you to embrace, you hold your arms out telling him that you want a hug. When his arms are crossing behind you, you have a moment to realize that everyone at the table was watching your embrace. Pulling back, you look up at him while reaching to grip both of his biceps.

“Congratulations on your promotion, you deserved it.” He says quietly for only you to hear. You scrunch your nose, feeling the blush take over your cheeks.

“I’m glad you came,” you tell him, just as quiet as he was. You giggle and pull away when you feel his muscles tighten underneath your touch.

“Let’s drink!” You yell to the group, smacking your hand on the table. Overly aware that Jungkook’s eyes still haven’t left you, and clearly you were still hyper aware of his every move. It was impossible not to be. Tae immediately calls over the server, ordering a bucket of beers and a round of tequila shots.

Who knows how many shots later the alcohol was doing a nice job of making everyone very comfortable. Jimin and Tae were owning the pool table and you were a giggling mess watching them absolutely dominate Abby and Yoongi.

“Yep that means you buy the next round!” Tae sings as he hangs up his pool stick. Jimin follows his lead smiling from ear to ear. Too drunk to even understand how impressive his pool skills were.

“Dammit Yoongi, you used to be good at pool!” Abby whines as she and Yoongi walk away from the pool table and towards the bar to buy the shots. Tae and Jimin follow the arguing couple to rub it in their faces a little more.

You slowly turn in your seat, leaning in to sip the few remaining sips from your drink. Jungkook is leaning over the table watching you, propping his head up with his hand. The chair squeaks at you turn it slowly to look at him.

“What’s on your mind?” You giggle, fishing a piece of ice from your drink to suck on.

“You probably don’t realize this but, I remember the last time we were all here.”

You pause, chewing on the ice. Wondering if he’s referring to the last and only time you had been there before.

“You were sitting over there,” He says calmly pointing to the table next to the bar, “We were all back here, but you were with Ben.”

You start to chew on your lip, realizing that he’s remembering the night that was supposed to be romantic for you. You were supposed to celebrate being a new couple, but instead he brought you to a bar and got upset every time you tried to leave his group to hang out with your best friend. You can see now why he acted that way.

“I remember being so pissed off,” He looks away a quiet laugh leaving his lips, “I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t giving you attention. Abby came back over and was telling us how he wanted you to stay by him but… he wasn’t even fucking talking to you.”

You were speechless hearing his confession. Wondering what the right thing to say was, since there were so many possible responses running through your hazy mind.

“That’s probably creepy huh?” He raises his eyebrows clearly thinking he said something wrong with your silence.

You giggle, reaching out to rest your hand on his thigh, “I can’t believe you remember that. Why didn’t you try to rescue me?” You bite your lip scrunching your eyes tight almost as if to scold him jokingly. You were kidding but at the same time you wondered why he would have so much courage saying the things he said to Ben on the camping trip, but no courage when it came to you being ‘mistreated’.

“Honestly?” He asks clearing his throat, “I think by now you know that when it comes to Ben, it’s hard for me to think clearly. I’m truly not the type of guy to steal another guys girl, no matter who it is.” He takes a sip from his dark liquor, “You were honestly the first girl he dated that made me a little… jealous. I couldn’t figure out why a girl like you wanted someone like him.”

You nod taking his words in slowly hoping that the small part of your brain that was sober would remember it all.

“I think I blew up on the camping trip because I was scared of him taking you back. Deep down I knew that was a possibility, and it wouldn’t be the first time he had done it. He’s always been better than me at everything and I just couldn’t live with the thought that you might go back to him.”

Your chest locks up when his glossy eyes meet yours. You reach up to lightly cup his cheek before leaning to press your lips to it.

“Thank you for telling me that…” You whisper into his ear, “And for the record… so far you’re wayyyyy better than him at most things.”

You pull away, winking. He looks down as he starts to blush. Like a saving grace the rest of the group returns to your table. Abby’s raised brows speak for themselves; you widen your eyes telling her that you would update her later.

“Alright you two want to be our next victims?” Jimin slurs patting the green felt top of the pool table.

Jungkook gets off the bar stool and takes your hand, “Help me kick their asses?”

You nod, hoping down from the stool. After picking out a pool stick and rubbing the cube of chalk on the tip, Tae breaks and sinks in a solid ball and misses his next shot.

Jungkook goes next sinking in two striped ones, you give him a hive five and he laces his fingers in yours. Jimin fails to sink any, leaving it to be your turn.

You lean over the pool table, trying to find the grip that works for you.

“Take your time sweetheart,” Tae teases as him and Jimin sip on their drinks.

You look up rolling your eyes and flipping them off before leaning back down.

“Here,” Jungkook moves over to where you are leaning behind your body, “Put your fingers like this,” He places your fingers in the right position then reaches over you to put his hand around yours helping your grip the end of the pool stick. “You need to hit it right here,” He points to the spot on the cue ball and starts to help you move. “You got it babe?”

The nickname makes you swallow hard, you nod, and he backs away. You know that everyone is giving him the stare down, but you ignore it. You follow his direction and you sink the ball you were aimed at. Everyone yells in excitement, even Tae and Jimin.

You turn around and your wrap your arms around Jungkook’s waist and he hugs you tight, “See you got it baby girl.” He looks down at you and you have to stop yourself from kissing him.

You lean back down to the table sinking one more, then another after that. Finally, your turn comes to an end and Jungkook comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. The bar is loud and crowded now so he leans down so you can hear him, “Did you even need my help, y/n?” He giggles.

The heat from his breath makes your spine tingle when he asks you the simple question, “Mm, not really.” You confess letting your head fall to the side.

“Ah, I think I’m catching on,” He murmurs before leaving a feather light kiss to the spot just below your ear. He backs away, his eyebrows rising for just a moment while a sinful grin takes over. You inhale deeply, stepping back while he goes to take his turn.

The rest of the game is a breeze, considering Jimin and Tae are far too drunk to be accurate anymore. Once you finally beat them, the bar is packed. You had switched to water over an hour ago, sipping on a beer every once in a while. Not trying to have a repeat of the camping trip incident, you’ll never drink that much again. You walk to the bar to get another water, when you someone’s hand lightly pinches at the back of your arm to get your attention, “Y/N?”

You turn and your met with the sparkling eyes of the one and only Kim Namjoon. Namjoon was head of the department you had just gotten promoted to. You had had a few short conversations prior but never hung out outside of work. “Oh my gosh! What are you doing here?” You ask while reaching out for a hug. He hugs back and you silently praise yourself for deciding to switch to water, this could have been a disaster.

“Oh, I’m here with some buddies, do you come here a lot? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before?” He asks leaning into the bar so you can hear him clearly.

“I’ve been here a few times, but I’m here celebrating the promotion with my friends actually!” You smile and nod to your group.

“Is that water?” He nods to the clear liquid in your hand.

“It is, didn’t want to get too crazy.” You giggle and he playfully scowls at you.

“We don’t have work tomorrow, let me buy you a drink and introduce you to some of the guys in the department! Were excited to have you!” He smiles and you obviously can’t tell him no.

He buys you a drink and you follow him over as he introduces you to your new coworkers. As each of them insist on hugging you, you wonder if a certain boy has his eyes on you.

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Jungkook’s perspective:

“I don’t know who they are, maybe she works with them?” Abby answers my burning question. I know hearing that she potentially works with them should calm my jealousy but now I’m jealous for another reason. If these are the men, she’s spending every day with, how long before she finds one of them more suited for her than me?

“Drink up, looks like you need it.” Yoongi hands me a glass of the syrupy brown liquid. I pull my eyes away from her to lift the drink to my lips, wincing when it burns my throat. The way the alcohol temporarily made me forget was exactly what I needed. I down the rest of the drink and head to the bar to get another. Then another after that. It helped distract me for awhile but eventually it only made my jealousy worse.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asks sitting at the table next to me. I raise my brows and shake my head hoping he would leave it alone.

“You’re literally moping right now, obviously you’re mad she’s talking to other guys.”

“She’s free to talk to whoever she wants. We’re just friends remember?” I respond sounding harsher than I intended, maybe that was the booze talking.

“Well I think if you’re gonna act like this every time she talks to another guy, you clearly aren’t okay being just friends.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do, Jimin?” I turn in my chair to face him.

“Tell her how you feel.”

Tae walks over to the table carrying three shots of tequila, I take mine quickly and Jimin passes his to me.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I ask him, sucking on the lemon to take away the burn of the alcohol.

“I mean, maybe I know that when you get really drunk you tend to confess your feelings,” He says with a devilish grin, “I might also think that you and y/n are perfect for each other and I’m really exhausted watching you too pretend like you’re not in love.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t say that I disagree with him. It was time for me to tell her that I want her to be more than a friend. She has to at least know that.

“I’m also just a whore for the dramatics,” Jimin whispers as he walks away.

I can’t help but laugh, feeling the warmth take over my stomach. All of the alcohol I’ve drank in the last hour finally catching up to me. Everything in me, even drunk, was pulled to her. I want so desperately to be able to give her the space and time she needs, to understand that maybe in the end she won’t be mine. The thought alone made me want to throw up.

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that less than 30 minutes ago my arms were around he waist. I kissed her neck and she practically melted. Maybe there wasn’t a reason for me to be jealous, but I can’t help it.

I find her in the crowd, the group of men around her clearly enchanted by everything that she was. Obviously, why wouldn’t they be? She’s perfect. Everything about her is all that I could ever need. I have to tell her.

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The bartender calls out last call and with that you hug Namjoon, and you tell everyone it was nice to meet them. You look at your phone, gasping when you realize you had spent over an hour talking to them. You tried leaving a few times once you realized they were hitting on you, but you didn’t want to be rude. Namjoon was kind though, you didn’t get any creepy vibes from him thankfully.

Approaching the table, your eyes meet a very red faced Jungkook. He immediately straightens up but the smile he gives you is a sad one. Everyone starts to gather their things after paying their tab at the bar. You overhear Tae and Jimin discuss which bar to head to next, while Abby and Yoongi tell them they’re going home.

“Come on Kook, we can drop you off.” Yoongi announces patting him as he walks behind him.

He starts to stand up, until Jimin interrupts them, “Wait why don’t you go with y/n, Kook? That way she doesn’t have to be alone.”

Jungkook looks at Jimin with wide eyes, and Jimin nods in my direction.

“I was going to Uber… you ca- “I start but I’m instantly cut off by and oblivious yet helpful Yoongi.

“We can drop you both off, lets go.” He tells you and starts to head towards the door.

You all stand there for a moment looking at each other before following Yoongi to the car. You give Tae and Jimin a hug before they head to the next bar. You can’t help but notice Jimin giving Jungkook something that seems like a pep talk.

Sliding into the back seat, Jungkook follows you. Each of you sitting near a window leaving a space between you. Abby and Yoongi are distracted by their own conversation in the front seat. Jungkook is being suspiciously quiet and you wonder if its because of the alcohol. You suddenly feel something brushing your pinky finger, as you look down, he laces his fingers with yours. You tense at first, until you look at him. His head leaning back against the seat, but his eyes are on you. You give him a soft smile before relaxing your fingers in his.

“I’m drunk,” He whispers before he smiles at you.

You widen your eyes, and fake being surprised, “I had no idea.” You whisper sarcastically earning a giggle from the drunk boy. As quickly as the smile took over his features, it was gone just as fast. His face hardened as he focused in on you again.

“You’re perfect. You know that?” He murmurs lifting his hand to your face. Lightly brushing his thumb along your jawline until he can tuck your hair behind your ear.

“And you’re drunk,” You giggle trying to brush it off, “you know that?”

It takes him a second, but the dopey grin comes back, “mhm, but I still think you’re perfect.”

You reach up for his hand and lace his fingers in yours again, “I’m not perfect Kook, far from it.”

His expression hardened and Yoongi interrupts telling you that you were at Jungkook’s place. You both freeze for a moment, he looks at you with need. You know that there’s something on his mind and part of you really needs to know what that is.

“You need help getting inside?” You ask him before squeezing his fingers in yours. He gulps, then nods. He didn’t need help; you both knew that. You tell Yoongi you’ll get an Uber home, and thank him for the ride. The walk to his front door is quiet and slow, both of you feeling the need to say something but neither of you finding the words to say.

He fumbles with his key, so you step in and open the door. Once you’re in, the awkwardness only intensifies. He walks over to the couch and falls onto it. You take it upon yourself to find a cup and fill it with water. You have ibuprofen in your purse, so you get that out. Sitting next to him on the couch you hold out your hand for him to take the pills. He sits up just enough to drink the water and take the medicine. He leans back again staring at the ceiling.

“Okay, well I’m gonna have the Uber come get me. Are you good?” Your voice is quiet and unsure, did you read him all wrong? Suddenly he sits up straight, tucking his leg in so that he’s facing you.

“Can you stay a little longer?” He says finally after looking for the words to say.

You bite your lip and nod, “Is everything okay?”

He bites his lip and lets out a long sigh, “I need to tell you something.”

Cocking your head to the side you reach out to grab his hand, he meets your hand with both of his. He takes a minute letting his thumbs slowly brush the top of your hand. You giggle and he looks up, smiling at your response.

“It was hard to see you with those guys tonight,” he starts, pausing to see your reaction. When your face remains calm, he continues, “I know I’m the reason there isn’t anything between us right now but I feel like you need to know that…” He stops taking another deep breath, “that I don’t think I’ll ever be over you.”

You nearly choke on your spit. You knew he had something to tell you but you never would have thought those words would come from his lips. You try to formulate a response, but nothing comes.

“I just… I understand why you need time and space. I get it, I fucked up. You just have to know that no matter what I’m always going to want to be with you. I’m always going to be jealous when I see you with someone that isn’t me. Like I said I know I fucked up I ju-“ He drags on his drunken confession until you cut him off.

“Kookie, of course I was upset hearing you say all of that stuff… but let me be clear,” You pause wondering if he’s too far gone to even comprehend what you’re saying, “The reason I don’t want anything serious is because… of me, not you. You understand that right?”

He nods his head aggressively, “I know, I just want to show you I can be better.”

You start to chuckle at how desperate he’s coming across; you wonder what this confession would sound like if he was sober. Would he say anything to you at all if he was sober?

“I really love hearing that, Kook,” you reach out to comb your fingers through his messy hair, He instantly relaxes into your touch and it makes your chest tighten. You pull away knowing right now he’s vulnerable, and you are too. Hearing his confession makes you feel a million different emotions all at once.

“Do you think being friends is too much for us right now?” you ask quietly. You know if you were going to get a genuine answer it would be while he was drunk.

“It’s not too much, I can do it.” He admits forcing a tight-lipped smile in hopes of convincing you, “The only reason I didn’t say something when we talked about it was because I didn’t want to lose you completely or scare you away.”

You nod, everything making a little more sense now. “Those guys are my new co-workers,” You say quietly, scooting yourself over so that you can lay your head on his shoulder.

“So, you’ll see them every day?” he asks, the smell of alcohol and minty gum filling your nose as he breathes.

“I mean, for the most part.” You sit up so you can look at him, “Is that why you got so drunk?”

He looks away, “I might have started drinking a lot to keep me from doing something stupid.”

You start to laugh lightly, “You can’t do that Kook,” you start, taking his tattooed hand in yours, pr

essing a soft kiss to his knuckles, “Listen, I’m obviously still very much into you. I don’t know when I’ll be ready but, when I am you’ll be the first to know.”

“You promise?” He reaches up to brush your bottom lip with his thumb, you can see it in his eyes how badly he wants to kiss you.

“I promise, but you have to patient, okay? And no more getting jealous!” You murmur in a serious tone.

“I’ll try not to get jealous, and I can be patient for you, anything for you.”

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A/N: These two are getting somewhere I promise ;) Let me know what you think and what you want to see happen!

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pitubea1910 · 4 years

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Watermelon Sugar

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Words: 6k

Warnings: -

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Request: -

Notes: this was writen in 3rd person because I found it easier to write :) it’s been a while since I wrote for Mr Styles but when WS video came out I had to write something. I hope you like it! Leave a comment and/or reblog!

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She opened the door of her apartment and walked in, breathing heavily and all sweaty. The weather in L.A. had been quite hot the last few days, which had made her morning jogs a bit more challenging. All she could think about was the cold bottle of water she had in the fridge and the shower she was about to get.

(Y/N) had lived in Los Angeles for six years. She moved from San Diego when she decided to pursue her dream as an actress and, to be honest, she wasn’t doing as bad as her mother told her she could do. She hadn’t been in any big production, but her agent kept on telling her that she was in the right track.

She had been in several ads, some music videos and even as an extra in a couple of TV shows. She knew her big chance would come and just had to be patient. Sadly, patience didn’t pay the bills, so she was also working as a waitress. It hadn’t been easy to find a job where they would allow her to take a random day off for an audition or to film something, but her friend Kelly worked there as well and had put a great word for her. She would always be thankful.

(Y/N) checked the time and sighed when she saw that she had less than an hour and a half to get to work. She drunk the water she was craving and hurried to get to the shower. Twenty minutes later, she was already drying her hair and got dressed with some dark jeans and a sweater. She would change into her work uniform when she got to the restaurant, so she didn’t pay too much attention to what she was wearing.

She heard the familiar ding of her phone, telling her she had a text message. It was probably Kelly.

I’ll be there in 10. Be ready, xx

Kelly picked her up almost every single day to go to work, which (Y/N) deeply appreciated. Even though she had her license, she couldn’t afford to buy a car and having someone driving her was way more comfortable than using the public transport. Running around her one-room apartment, (Y/N) collected the few things she would need: wallet, phone and charger. She threw everything into her black bag and hurried out of the door, locked it and went downstairs.

Her shift went by as usual. Since it was Tuesday, a work and a school day, there weren’t many clients. Weekends were another story. She used to do extra hours due to the number of customers they had. Not that day. She finished her shift at 4 p.m., as usual, and waited for Kelly to finish changing so she would drive (Y/N) home.

She was patiently waiting, scrolling down her Instagram feed, when she saw a photo of Gemma and Anne. She smiled sweetly and liked it. She didn’t talk to Gemma as much as they did when (Y/N) was dating Harry, but they still were in touch and talked from time to time. They had connected the very first moment Harry introduced them almost two years ago, short after they got together and the last time they had seen each other was four months ago, a month before the breakup.

Their relationship had been one of the best (Y/N) had ever had. Harry was the sweetest and most caring guy she had ever met. He had always been there for her, making sure she was okay, even spoiling her when she allowed it. And even when she didn’t. Everyone in their inner circle kept on saying that they were the perfect match for each other. Harry was the calm that (Y/N) needed and she was the light in his lonely life.

At least until she wasn’t.

(Y/N) shook her head, pushing the thoughts away and got out of the app. She was about to lock it when it started to buzz. The name of her agent appeared on the screen, which made (Y/N)’s heart stop for a second. Maya would only call if there was a job for her. Immediately she picked it up.

“Hey there, girl”, (Y/N) said trying to sound chilled, although she was biting her nails. A nasty habit she couldn’t shake.

“How’s my favourite future Hollywood princess?” Maya said on the other side, making (Y/N) laugh.

“She just left the castle where she’s held by the evil stepmother”, she said looking at the door of the restaurant.

“Joanna was in today?” Maya asked, referring to (Y/N)’s manager.

Joanna was a forty-years old woman who happened to be one of (Y/N)’s manager. It could be said that their relationship wasn’t the best.

“Yeah”, (Y/N) sighed. “She made it impossible, as usual. But I’m used to her by now.”

“Well, I have something that will cheer your whole day up”, she said, not wasting anymore time.

“I’m all ears”, (Y/N) said with a big smile.

“Music video. In two days. Malibu”, Maya said.

“I love music videos!”

And she did. They were so much fun to film and it was an easy to make money. There wasn’t much acting involved, but she had always met the most decent people in those crews. Plus, she had got to meet some really big celebrities.

“I know you do, girl, that’s why I thought of you the moment this came to my table”, Maya said. “You want it?”

“Who’s the singer?” (Y/N) asked.

“They haven’t said it”, Maya said, which made (Y/N) sigh in annoyance. “I know, but you know how some of them are with their privacy and secrecy.”

“Yeah, yeah”, she said. “I just like knowing who I work for, you know?”

“All I got is that is a guy and I only know it because they referred him as ‘him’”, Maya said. “So…?”

“I’ll be there, no problem”, (Y/N) said anyway. Even if she would rather know who her employer was, she still needed the money.

“Perfect. Come by the office tomorrow morning so we can get the paperwork done, okay?” Maya said.

“10 a.m.?”

“Make it 11. I have a meeting at 9 that looks like a long one”, Maya said.

“Okay, got it. Tomorrow at 11 a.m. Thanks, Maya. You’re a lifesaver”, (Y/N) said just when Kelly walked out of the restaurant. She looked pissed and (Y/N) didn’t even need to ask why.

“I love you too. See you tomorrow!”

“Okay, bye!” (Y/N) hung up, locked the phone and put it into her bag. “What happened?” She asked.

“Joanna happened”, she sighed. “She came to me complaining about the state of some tables! I wasn’t even in charge of that area. Roger was”, she explained as they started making their way to the car. “But of course, dear Roger will never get scolded.”

“How can they be so obvious?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“I hate favouritisms”, Kelly said. “Anyway, who were you talking to?”

“Maya”, (Y/N) smiled. “She got a job for me. Music video in Malibu on Thursday.”

“Great!” Kelly exclaimed. “Who’s the singer?”

“No idea. Maya said they wanted to keep it a secret”, she shrugged. “Seriously, it’s so annoying when they do that. I know they want to avoid anyone talking and ending up with fans at the set but c’mon. We’re adults here.”

“Not everyone is an adult”, Kelly said, still angry at Joanna.

“Good point”, (Y/N) sighed. “I took it, of course. I need the money. But still.”

“It will be okay”, Kelly said unlocking the car. “Do you mind going to Target for a minute? I need to get some stuff.”

“No problem.”

***

“I don’t understand how you always talk me into this”, Kelly said before taking the straw in her mouth again.

After going to Target (Y/N) had casually mentioned how she was craving something sweet. As usual, Kelly said she was on a diet but, to be honest, she had been on a diet ever since they met. It didn’t take too much convincing to get to Cocobella Creamary. Kelly ordered a banana and strawberry smoothie and (Y/N) ordered an Oreo Frappuccino.

“You didn’t have to order anything”, (Y/N) shrugged.

“It’s weird if I just sit here without anything”, Kelly said.

“I’ve done it sometimes”, (Y/N) said.

“Weird I said”, Kelly said, making (Y/N) laugh and nod. “You know what I was thinking?”

“Strike me.”

“Who the singer of the video might be”, Kelly said with her eyes narrowed.

“Some diva probably. Those are the ones who don’t want to say who they are in my experience”, (Y/N) said.

“I think it might be Harry.”

(Y/N) almost choked on her Frappuccino when Kelly said that. She coughed, covering her mouth, until her eyes got all watery. Kelly was quick to ask for some water to the waitress who came back running to the table. Thankful, she took the glass and drank a little.

“Thanks”, she told the girl, who looked relieved to see that a customer wasn’t going to die on her shift. When she walked away, (Y/N) looked at Kelly who was obviously almost laughing. “Not funny.”

“I just said his name”, she said with a funny smile.

“Unexpected. That’s all”, (Y/N) sighed. “And it’s not his video.”

“He’s in town and there are rumours he will make a video for Watermelon Sugar”, Kelly shrugged.

“Unrelated”, (Y/N) shrugged. Kelly looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “It’s not him. And I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay, fine. But that doesn’t make the chance go away”, Kelly said.

(Y/N) glared at her friend but decided not to say anything. Instead, she drank from her Frappuccino while looking out of the window. She didn’t even know Harry was in town. It wasn’t a surprise since he spent so much time there. Honestly, she had been to London in the time they were together and she couldn’t understand why he preferred Los Angeles. Yes, the weather was way better, but there was something much more appealing about England. However, Harry had always loved the west coast.

Actually, she knew that if it wasn’t because of how fond Harry was of L.A. they would have never met. Although since they broke up, she wished he wasn’t around so often. It wasn’t like they had ever run into each other at a party or anything -she avoided those unless she had a reason to be there- but knowing that he was in Los Angeles made her feel anxious. She wasn’t ready to see him again.

When Kelly dropped her off in front of her apartment, (Y/N) felt exhausted. So she went straight to the her couch, laid down and turned on the TV as she silenced her phone. She needed a bit of quite time every time she came back from work. The restaurant got so loud sometimes that it could be too much, so she loved the quietness that her apartment offered.

Next morning, when she went by her agent’s office to sign the contract, she looked for any sign that would tell her who the artist was but there was nothing. Maya knew nothing. (Y/N) would be lying if she said she hadn’t been thinking about what Kelly had said, but she refused to believe that it was Harry. It would be too much of a coincidence.

Knowing that racking her brain wouldn’t help, she decided to just forget about it. There was no way of knowing who the singer was if he or she didn’t want anyone to know, so she decided to take the day to relax and be ready for the video.

Maya texted her that night to tell her that she had to be on set at 10 a.m., so she would send a car at 9.15 a.m. so make sure she was on time. (Y/N) laughed a little. Maya and her had been working together long enough to know that punctuality wasn’t (Y/N)’s strongest suit.

Thanks to that, she managed to get to set fifteen minutes before ten, which gave her plenty of time to order a coffee at the Caffe Luxxe. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, it was a bit windy but not enough to make it uncomfortable, it was warm but not hot. It was perfect.

Once her order was given to her, she crossed the road towards where all the crew trailers were. If she had been paying attention to her surroundings, she would have seen the small group of nervous girls who looked like they were waiting for someone, but she was focused on her phone, answering a text from Kelly who was wishing her good luck.

She looked around the beach and smiled. She had always loved the ocean. Her father was a great surfer, even though she had never been able to even stand on the board, and he used to take her to the ocean every day he went to train. She had basically grown up in the water and all she knew was that, no matter where she lived, she needed the ocean nearby.

“May I help you?”

(Y/N) turned around, startled, to the man who had talked to her. He was in his late thirties probably and was carrying a binder with a pair of headphones on top of it. He was probably part of the crew.

“Hi! My name is (Y/N)”, she said, quickly looking in her bag for the identification badge that Maya had given her the previous day. Try to find it while she was holding the coffee was tricky. “I’m in the video.”

“Do you have any sort of…?”

“Here!” She finally said, taking it out of a small pocket. She handed it to him with a big smile.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)”, he said and opened the binder. “Here you are”, he nodded. “You need to go to trailer number 2 to get ready. We’ll start as soon as possible.”

“Okay, thank you”, she said taking the badge back from him. “Where’s the trailer?”

“That one”, he said pointing to one of the trailers that were parked next to the road.

“Thank you”, (Y/N) said again. “Will we be shooting here the whole day?” She asked, out of curiosity.

“Half of it. Then we will move to another location”, he informed her.

“Good”, she nodded. “Thanks again.”

(Y/N) hooked the identification on her bag, in case someone else asked for it, and made her way to the trailer.

“Coming through!”

She stopped on her tracks to let a man pushing a cart full of watermelons walk in front of her. What the hell? She chuckled to herself, wondering what the music would even be about, and walked towards the trailer. Since the door was opened, she just walked in while she sipped on her coffee. There were six chair lined up in there, with four of them already occupied by other girls who immediately looked at her.

“Hi”, (Y/N) smiled nicely. “I hope I’m not late”, she added.

“Hello there!” A red-headed woman said, hurrying over her. “Not at all, darling”, she said with a thick British accent. “I’m Martha, I’m in charge of make up and hair”, she introduced herself.

“Nice to meet you”, (Y/N) said, shaking Martha’s hand.

“Come and sit right here and one of my girls will be with you in a second”, she said pointing to one of the chairs. “We’re right on schedule but the faster to get to it, the sooner the show can start.”

(Y/N) decided she liked Martha. She looked like an easy-going person who loved her job. It was obvious she didn’t spend much time out of the UK because of her accent and the lack of tan on her skin, so probably she had come all the way to the States because of the video. (Y/N) wondered why the singer had made someone come all the way from Europe. The thought that Kelly had put in her head appeared again, but she pushed it down.

Once (Y/N) was settled, she finally looked at the rest of the girls to introduce herself, although she didn’t expect them to be already staring at her like they already knew her.

“Um… hi”, (Y/N) said, waving awkwardly. “I’m (Y/N).”

“We know”, one of the girls said. “You’re his ex.”

“Excuse me?” (Y/N) chuckled.

“Good morning, everyone!”

That voice made (Y/N) freeze. She would recognize that deep voice and that accent anywhere in the world even when she hadn’t listened to it in three months. When she looked at the door of the trailer, her heart started speeding and her stomach twisted when she saw Harry Styles walking in, wearing that dimpled smile he would always have.

She would have loved to go unnoticed, but suddenly she dropped her cup of coffee, spilling it everywhere and becoming the centre of attention.

“Damn it”, she said getting up, since she was now covered in the black liquid.

“(Y/N)?”

She gulped. She had always loved the way he said her name and it looked like it hadn’t changed. She still felt goose bumps. Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) looked up to meet those green eyes that, even in the distance that separated them, made her feel like he was looking into her soul.

“Hi”, was all she was able to say.

***

Harry thought he was having visions.

He had woken up that day full of energy, excited to shoot the video for Watermelon Sugar. It had the potential to be his favourite video yet and he couldn’t wait to see the result, although it would still be some time before it was released it.

As usual, he had been involved in the whole process: from choosing the location, the people in the video, the storyline, everything. That’s why he was so shocked to see his ex in that trailer. He hadn’t chosen her, so what was she doing there?

He was completely blank, but he could feel all eyes on both of them, which was only making the situation worse. He looked at the rest of the girls, whose eyes were going from him to (Y/N), like they were waiting for some kind of drama to explode. Harry couldn’t let that happen.

So he took a deep breath and forced himself to smile again and greet everyone, acting like (Y/N) wasn’t there. Luckily, she was seated on the last chair, so when he had welcomed and introduced himself to everyone, he faced her again.

Since Harry started saying hello to everyone, (Y/N) just sat on her chair, her face burning and fighting the urge to run away. Every single time he talked, she shivered, remembering all those times he would whisper sweet secrets in her ear at night. She could feel him approaching and yet, she couldn’t look up. Not until she knew she had to.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up to find him looking straight at her through the mirror. She gulped and looked up, to see him directly.

“Can we talk?” He asked. “Outside.”

“Yeah”, she nodded and got up. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to hide.

(Y/N) was first to walk out of the trailer and she breathed deeply, letting the air get into her lungs like she had been holding her breath for minutes. She heard Harry walking out as well before he grabbed her wrist.

“Come with me, please”, he asked her.

Harry let go of her wrist, feeling his hand burning at the contact, and started walking towards his own trailer. It was the only place where they could talk without being seen by some busybody paparazzi. He didn’t even have to look back to know if she was following. He could feel her presence. When they got to Harry’s trailer, he opened the door and let her walk in first.

“What are you doing here?” He asked straight.

“What do you think I’m doing here?” She asked back. “Same thing you do. Working.”

“But I… I didn’t pick you.”

(Y/N) clenched her jaw at that, to try and act like it hadn’t hurt her. She knew what he meant by that, but it still wasn’t a nice thing to say. It wasn’t the first time Harry hadn’t picked her and the memory still stung.

“I figured”, she sighed, blinking away the tears that threated to come out. “My agent called me yesterday and told me about this.”

“And you said yes? Knowing it was me?” He asked frowning.

“I didn’t know it was you, smartass. She didn’t know either”, she said. “Trust me, I wouldn’t have come if I knew.”

Harry looked away at that. Even when he knew how mad she was, knowing it hurt.

“That’s nice”, he chuckled.

“Excuse me? You’re the one who didn’t pick me and I’m the nice one here?”

“Did you want me to pick you?”

I wanted you to do it when it mattered, she thought.

“I didn’t even know you were in the States!” She exclaimed. “Don’t blame me on this, Harry. Maybe some of your picked ones got sick or couldn’t make it and they called me. What were the chances of me being your ex-girlfriend?”

Harry didn’t want to admit how it still hurt to think of her as that, even though he knew it was his fault. He messed up and she broke up with him. He couldn’t deny it, but it still hurt.

He took a deep breath with his hands on his hips and he looked down. He couldn’t send her away, of course, but he couldn’t picture working with her for a whole day. Not when he knew he wasn’t over her. Not even a bit. However, he had to keep things professional like he had always done.

“Okay”, he sighed. “You’re here and there’s nothing we can do.”

“Exactly”, she nodded.

“We’ll just do our jobs and…”, he shrugged. “Move on at the end of the day.”

“Sounds like a plan”, she nodded, trying not to show how his words were hurting her.

“Good”, he said quietly.

“I gotta get ready”, she said and walked to the door, but she stopped when she remembered something. “Why so many watermelons?”

“Oh… the song is Watermelon Sugar and the concept is…well…”, he blushed a little. “I told you the concept when I wrote the song.”

(Y/N) blushed immediately as memories came to her head. Memories of an afternoon in Italy, in a yacht rented by Harry. Memories of Harry in between her legs, claiming how good she tasted. Later that day, (Y/N) had found Harry writing the song.

“Oh…”, was all she was able to say.

(Y/N) hurried out of his trailer and went back to number two, where she had to face the looks of the other girls again. Only this time she barely paid attention to them, she was busy trying to control the beast that had gotten lose in her stomach. A feeling that only Harry had ever managed to cause in her.

Harry took a deep breath when (Y/N) left his trailer. He knew he wasn’t over her, but he would have never imagined how much seeing her would affect him. And now they had to spend a whole day together doing this video. Precisely… this video. He knew it was going to drive him crazy, but he had to keep it together and be professional, like he always was.

Soon after, Harry started filming the solo parts of the video. Although there weren’t many of them, it still took a couple of hours before the girls were called on set. He tried to act natural, but he couldn’t help looking for (Y/N) and, once he saw her his jaw fell. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts with the top of a pinkish bikini. On top of her head, were a couple of heart-shaped sunglasses.

“First, thank you all for coming!” The director said when they were all gathered around him. “You all know the concept of the video since I’ve explained earlier.”

(Y/N) gulped and looked at Harry carefully. She couldn’t believe she had been chosen to be a part of this video. She was going to have to touch him, kiss his cheek, being closer to him than what she expected. There was no way she would have been prepared for it even if she knew what she was getting into.

The director explained what scenes they were going to do at the moment and they all went to their positions. However, when (Y/N) was walking towards the rest of the girls, Harry blocked her way.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked looking down at her. She sighed and looked at the crew, who was looking at them.

“We have to”, she shrugged. “It’s our job.”

Harry nodded and took a deep breath before stepping aside. They had to do this. He watched her while she joined the rest of the crew who were already lying down on the sand, on the towels they had been given. Before he joined them, they had to do some parts of them alone, so he just stood there watching. Watching her.

He smiled a little when he saw her taking a watermelon and playfully putting in between her open legs, a gesture that brought so many memories to his head. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her acting. He had always loved how carefree she was when she was in front of a camera. It was obvious how happy that made her.

“Okay, Harry, come here!” Brad, one of the directors said. “Lay there in that towel, in the middle of everyone.”

Harry nodded and walked to the towel, noticing just before laying down that it was (Y/N) who was just next to him. She was wearing that glasses and he saw how juicy her lips looked due to the watermelon slice she was eating. He tried to keep his thoughts away from that, but it was so damn hard when she looked so beautiful.

“Nice glasses”, he said when she caught him looking. A small smile appeared on her lips.

“Thanks”, she said. “Here, take them”, she said, taking them off and going closer to him.

He hadn’t even noticed the music playing again nor the camera rolling. All he could see and think about was (Y/N) putting the glasses on for him. He gulped and smiled a little.

“Looking good, Styles”, she said with a smile.

“Thanks, (Y/L/N)”, he winked.

Another girl, named Cassy if he remembered correctly, touched his shoulder and offered him a piece of watermelon, which he took immediately with a smirk. (Y/N) chuckled a little and kept on doing what she had been told: flirting and teasing. It was obvious that the whole idea of the video came from Harry. He was a flirt and a tease himself.

After doing some shots like that, they were told to come closer together to have some images of everyone together. The chances weren’t high but (Y/N) ended up just next to Harry. She gulped when she saw how good he was looking. Just then he looked at her, with that naughty grin that always drove her crazy.

“I don’t know if I could ever go without…”, he mouthed along with the song, looking at her.

Without even thinking about it, she placed a hand on his other cheek and planted a slow and sensual kiss on his cheek that made his grin go even bigger. Then she took the sunglasses from him and put them on. Immediately, he tried to take them back but she moved away, now that they were all separated again, and winked again.

(Y/N) loved these kind of music videos. The ones without actual choreography where they could just do as they pleased while the music was on. Although this time she wasn’t even noticing the effect it was having on her. She would have never imagined how happy she would feel for messing around with Harry like nothing ever happened. She couldn’t deny how she felt every time they touched or every time he looked at her. Harry had always made her feel like she was the only girl in the room with just one look and he was doing it again.

“Are you okay?” He asked when they were taking a break after being in the water goofing around.

“Yeah”, she nodded. “Although I don’t know if I can eat any more watermelons”, she joked, making him laugh.

“Maybe I went a bit too far with that”, he nodded.

“Are you okay?” (Y/N) asked after a few moments of silence.

“Better than I’ve been in a while”, he honestly said, looking at her. “You’re doing great, by the way”, he added. “And you look great.”

“Thanks”, she smiled a little and looked down. He took that moment to take the glasses from her head. “Hey!”

“Sorry, they’re too good”, he said and put them on. “And I look great in them.”

“I found them!” She laughed and tried to take them from him.

Harry was taller than her, so it wasn’t hard for him to keep (Y/N) from taking the glasses. However, keeping balance on the sand wasn’t easy, so the moment he tried to take a step back, he tripped over and fell down on his back, laughing out loud and bringing her with him since he was holding her hand to keep her away from the glasses.

“Damn it”, she laughed, laying next to him. “Give them back.”

“Take them”, he challenged her with a smile.

(Y/N) bit her lip when their eyes met. There was that childish humour in his eyes that made her feel like everything was possible. Not saying anything, she took the glasses from him and put them on her head, using them to keep her hair back. Harry sighed and, slowly, placed a hand on her cheek.

“I missed you”, he whispered. (Y/N) closed her eyes with his touch. “I missed this”, he added before leaning closer.

“Don’t…”, she whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder gently.

“Please, (Y/N)”, he said.

“You hurt me, Harry”, she said, taking his hand. “You said you couldn’t make it here for my birthday and the day before I found you in that club with Camille?”

“I know I fucked up”, he said. “But we never did anything, I wouldn’t do that. Not to you. Ever.”

“It really looked like you had done it”, (Y/N) said sitting up as memories came to her head.

“I know”, he said doing the same. “But I swear I didn’t do it.”

“Then what were you doing there with her after telling me you couldn’t even come from London?” She asked.

“I…”, he sighed and looked down at his hands. “I wanted to surprise you for your birthday. I arrived in the States two days before but the plan was to appear on your door the morning of your birthday, so I stayed at James’. Camille called and she told me to have dinner with her. You know we’re friends so I said yes, and then she asked me to stop by a friend’s party. It was going to be just five minutes and it was. And that’s where you saw me.”

(Y/N) was speechless. When they broke up, he never explained any of this to her. He just let her think the worse of him and went away. Now that she knew what had really happened, she didn’t know if she could believe him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me”, he shrugged. “I saw in your face that you had already made up your mind.”

“So you decided not to fight for us? For what we had?”

“Would you have listened?” He asked, looking at her.

“Yes”, she immediately said, but she knew it wasn’t true. And he knew it too, judging by the look he gave her. “Eventually at least”, she sighed. “I had the right to know.”

Harry sighed and placed his arms on his knees, picking on the nail polish he was using. He knew she was right. He should’ve explained everything to her, but he had been so angry at her for not trusting him that he thought there was no point on even trying. Of course, he regretted it the moment he set foot back in England. By then, it was already too late and (Y/N) wouldn’t even answer the phone.

“Will you even consider us again?” He asked, not daring to look at her.

“I don’t know. And I can’t think about it right now, Harry”, she said. “We still have work to do and, maybe, when we’re done… I’ll think about what you’ve said.”

Harry nodded but didn’t look at her. He heard her getting up and walking away from her, so he finally looked up to see her walking away. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. He had been such an idiot. He should’ve talked sooner. Instead, he had lost the best thing that ever happened to him. Idiot.

(Y/N) tried to ignore the looks she was receiving and just walked into the trailer she had been assigned to that morning. She didn’t know what to think about what Harry had just told her. She wished she had known sooner. It would have changed everything. Maybe they would still be together. Or maybe not. But she had the right to know. Instead, he had chosen to go away without a fight. Did that mean that he didn’t care enough? Didn’t love her enough? (Y/N) didn’t know the answers to those questions. All she knew was that she wasn’t ready to think about it and she still had work to do that day.

The spent another hour filming at the beach before they moved to another location. Nobody, except for the filming team and Harry, knew where they were heading and definitely no one expected where they appeared. When (Y/N) recognised the house, another whole lot of memories hit her like a rock.

“We’ll be filming in the backyard!” Pablo, the other director, said when they all walked into the propriety. “So, please, follow Brad around the house and you’ll be given instructions.”

How many days had she spent in this place? How many nights? She couldn’t believe Harry had actually offered his own place to make a music video, given how private he was with his life. It actually made her think that he had acquired a new place, which wouldn’t be surprising at all. She looked at the door and sighed, remembering the last time she walked out of there.

They didn’t have to do much filming there. Actually, it was barely two hours before Pablo gave the final cut after they took a group photo in which (Y/N) managed to be as far from Harry as possible. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what Harry had previously confessed and all she could think about was how much she had missed him and how happy he used to make her. If he was being honest and nothing happened with Camille… did he still love her? Would she be willing to give him another chance?

“Thank you so much everybody for joining me today!” Harry was saying. (Y/N) forced herself to focus. “It was great having you, you’ve been amazing and you’ve done an awesome job. Thank you for making this idea come true and thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Just like he had done at the beginning of the day, he went one by one thanking and saying goodbye to everyone. (Y/N) was tempted to just leave, but it would have been rude.

“Your house, huh?” She asked when he finally reached her.

“It has great views”, he shrugged. “And no one knows I live here, so…”

“No one?” She said with an eyebrow raised.

“Except you”, he nodded and crossed his arms. “Thank you for staying after you found out it was my video.”

“It’s my job”, she shrugged with a small smile. “And I had a really great time, so thank you for not kicking me out.”

“I’d never do that”, he said, making her smile. “Will I ever see you again?”

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked away, not really knowing what to say. Well… she did know, but she didn’t know if it was right. She took the heart-shaped sunglasses from her head and looked at him. She had missed him so much and she knew he deserved the chance he should’ve gotten if he had been honest from the beginning.

She didn’t believe in signs or in destiny, but maybe getting that call from Maya was a sign of what was right.

“Here”, she said, offering them to him.

“They’re yours”, he frowned.

“Consider them a lend”, she smiled a little. “Plus, you can pull them off better than I do.”

“A lend?” He asked, taking the item from her hands with a small smile.

“Yeah”, she shrugged. “That way, you’ll have to give them back at some point.”

“Really?” He asked, his smile bigger now.

“Of course”, she said, smiling too. “Maybe tomorrow at 7? When I finish my shift?”

Harry felt his chest getting lighter with what she said. He took a deep breath and let out a loud relieved laughter. He nodded and bit his lip.

“I’ll be there”, he nodded.

“Be punctual”, she said before she started walking away.

“I’m British”, he shrugged, making her laugh. “(Y/N)!” He exclaimed. She stopped and turn around to see him looking at her with that smile that he had only for her. “I won’t let you down.”

(Y/N) bit her lip to fight a smile, but it was impossible. She felt happy, like everything was in place again. They could work it out.

“I know.”

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Stitches - Bryce Lahela x MC VIII

Parts 1-7 linked in my bio!

Doesn’t exactly follow canon, but elements of canon. FWB.

Song: Waking Up Slow (Piano Version) - Gabrielle Aplin

Rating: M, implied sex, sexual language, swearing

Word Count: 3738

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Chapter Eight: Whiplash

So there Suki was again. Rushing down the hospital corridors in an attempt to out power-walk her thoughts. Step-step-step-step-I like her body-STEP-STEP. Suddenly the day didn’t feel so hopeful. And she found herself questioning why this was bugging her so much; but even more so, why she suddenly wanted to avoid Bryce at all costs. She didn’t want to look into his eyes and think about his face as he said those words. Those dark, enigmatic mahogany eyes, probably smirking knowingly. But she definitely didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that an offhand comment like that had affected her. Not after all the lengths she’d gone to to assure Bryce she was unaffected by things like this, at least where he was concerned.

This was what she signed up for – she knew that. But still. When the only nice thing he could say about her to someone else was about her body - how it looked, what it did – well, it wasn’t exactly a confidence boost in terms of who she was as a person. And she’d thought after the fact they’d all been hanging around together as a group so much that they all gelled well and were friendly. And yeah, the other person had been teasing Bryce about having a crush on her, which he obviously didn’t, and she didn’t want him to, but he still could’ve replied saying she was a cool girl or something.

Luckily for Suki, they barely ran in the same circles at work so avoiding him was fairly easy. She only saw him in the halls a few times, and would focus her eyes on whatever chart or equipment she was holding. Every time she caught a glimpse or thought about Bryce (much more often than she cared to admit), Suki felt uncomfortable and upset. And then silly for feeling as such.

For two weeks she’d managed to ignore his texts, and the group hadn’t had time to meet, either. Part of her wanted to cave a few times, but Bryce had given up after the third nose went unanswered, clearly getting the hint. He hadn’t texted anything other than that.

Finally, she felt like she couldn’t avoid it any longer. It was consuming her thoughts too much to not do something about it. She’d just have to get over herself and either suck it up and accept she was just a warm body to Bryce, or break it off for her own sanity. So that was the plan as she texted Bryce mid-December. Which way she was erring towards… she’d figure out when the time came. Either way, she wasn’t planning on making it easy for Bryce, because whether she had the right to be or not – Suki was pissed.

Unfortunately for her, Suki was also soft and awkward and indecisive and far too forgiving. But she was going to try her best.

Santa Fe: 👃be here in 15.

Scalpel Jockey: yes ma’am 😳

When Bryce arrived he texted to let her know, since knocking would only make someone else answer the door. Suki waited until she couldn’t hear anyone in the living room and snuck over to let Bryce in. The door opened to his habitually grinning face, but Suki didn’t return the favour, instead just setting off to her bedroom and waiting for Bryce to follow.

Once Bryce had shut the bedroom door behind him and could be sure no one else would hear, he finally greeted her:

“Hey, it’s been a while…”

Well, maybe by their standards.

But Suki was already unbuttoning her blouse and shimmying her trousers down her legs. Bryce laughed, she was simply looking stoically at him as she unclothed and she hadn’t even said a word to him yet. But okay. If that was the plan.

Bryce stripped down to his underwear and perched at the head of the bed, uncertain and waiting for Suki to make the first move.

“So,” she stood at the foot of the bed in her lacy black underwear, hands curling around her waist, “do you like how I look today? How my body looks right now?”

But Bryce didn’t notice the hint, he was too enraptured by how good she looked. And by how sexy her forwardness was; first that text, then the jumping straight in. It was certainly something and Suki could tell Bryce liked it.

“Yes, I definitely do.” He crawled down the bed to her, pulling her in between his legs. That smug grin was all over his face, all through his eyes as they raked up and down Suki’s body. All in that tongue which stuck out to moisten his lips. God. That’s gotta be exactly what he looked like when he said he liked my body.

And she was pissed again, seething for god knows why, so she turned her head to the side when he moved to kiss her.

“Oh?” Bryce questioned just before he would’ve collided with her cheek.

“Actually, I’m kind of tired right now.”

“Uh, yeah, okay.” He dropped his hands from her waist and let her step back a bit. “You do realise you texted me, right?” He laughed a bit, trying to bring his usual easiness to the conversation. He was sitting at the end of the bed, legs spread and leaning back on his hands. It was proving incredibly difficult for Suki not to admire his physique, his pose, his ambience. And uh, something very obvious right in the centre of her view.

Damn it. Why did he have to be so understanding? She wanted to piss him off. She wanted him to push back a bit. Actually, she wanted to shout at him and ask him why he wasn’t fighting her on this, why he wasn’t being the asshole she had assumed him to be when she’d eavesdropped. She just wanted some strong emotion to spark, to be able to stoke the flames. Because right now it was like the chemicals in her brain had abandoned all logic or sense and the plethora of emotions whirling inside it were confusing.

But, that wasn’t the sensible thing to do.

“Yeah, I changed my mind.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just head out,” he gave her an understanding smile – for fucks sake – and stood from the bed.

She stayed where she was, crossing her arms over her chest this time and watching as Bryce dressed.

He gave her that smile again as he pulled his jeans on, but there was a slight crinkle to his brow as though he were concerned. He looked like he was biting his lip from something to say.

Suki felt bad, now. He’d been there maybe five minutes and she was already sending him home because he hadn’t even reacted in the way she’d wanted.

God Suki, grow up. You’re a twenty-seven year old doctor who is having a tantrum because her fuck buddy doesn’t vibe with her? It’s laughable. Definitely not where I thought I’d be four months ago.

He let out a concealed puzzled exhale as he looked back at Suki, and checking the coast was clear slipped out of her bedroom with a ‘I’ll see you soon?’. She didn’t see him out.

So Bryce left – even fewer words spoken between them, and Suki slumped back into bed with a long, dramatic sigh.

—-

A few days later, Suki was just coming back from delivering some good news to a patient, and was wandering down corridors. As she looked up to be sure she wouldn’t walk into anyone, Suki saw Bryce at the other end of the corridor, passing over a lady in a wheelchair to a doctor. Technically, she’d still been avoiding him for around two weeks since their last meeting barely happened. She felt the heat in her cheeks and immediately swivelled on a heel to go in the other direction.

But it was too late, moments later she was confronted by the very thing she’d been avoiding.

“Suki!” Bryce called from behind her. Immediately Suki felt herself freezing up at just the sound of his voice. But they were in public – sort-of – so she couldn’t ignore him this time.

“Hey,” she didn’t quite meet Bryce’s eyes as she turned to him.

“Are you doing okay?”

Like you care.

“Yeah, fine,” she shot out ice cold.

Bryce crinkled his brow in that same way he had before, and Suki had to scream at that little voice in her head which told her it was cute.

“Have you been avoiding me?”

Yes, yes she had. Pretty definitely.

“So what if I have?”

“I mean. Why?”

“I’m just not in the mood to see you.”

“Did I- did I do something? The other night you seemed… I don’t know. Please tell me if I upset you.”

He looked so concerned that she melted on the spot and the edge in her voice immediately disappeared.

“Look, I just- I realised it’s weird because we share a friend group but we’re not even friends.”

“We’re friends.”

She furrowed her brow, his words from before running through her head. “We are? Since when?”

“Somewhere between the list making and spending so much time as a group - I don’t know, but I like to think we are.”

Hearing him say that had made Suki pretty much forget what she’d overheard. Maybe he had been worried about her. Maybe she was overreacting and assuming or maybe she should just let herself go with the flow. After all, he’d never, ever, been cruel to her. So yeah, Suki liked that Bryce said they were friends. Agreed with him.

In fact, her heart fluttered a little at him recognising her as more than just a body.

“Upgraded from Fuck Buddy to Friend With Benefits – I like it.”

“Me too,” Bryce grinned and brought a hand up for a high five. Suki obliged. She wanted to leave her hand there, feel his beneath it, but she couldn’t. “So, we’re cool?”

And then she knew she couldn’t leave this conversation without some answers. Even if it made her look like a gigantic idiot.

She hesitated. But it was better to be upfront. And it would keep bugging her if she didn’t get the truth. Hard-ass Suki was now tucked away in a cupboard and the usual awkward, nosy, bumbling Suki was back in her place.

“There is… one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I swear I didn’t mean to but the other week I was coming in and I heard you talking with someone else and you told them that you only like me because of my body and like that’s fine of course you’re not obliged to like me as a person but since now you’re saying we’re friends I don’t know I just wanted to like ask you since it would be weird to be friends with someone you only care about having sex with and–“

“Breathe!” Bryce cut her off with a laugh. Suki inhaled a big breath - she had a tendency to ramble when she was nervous.

“Look,” he gave her a comforting smile, “that was Ben, another surgical intern. He’s a dick. I’m not going to go round telling him anything about myself if I can help it. But I suck at lying so it had to be at least somewhat truthful.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah. That makes sense,” she nodded like a car accessory. So obviously he’d known about the surgery too, since they were in the same field. She felt stupid for jumping to conclusions.

“You’re my friend,” he reassured.

She let out a heavy exhale and a gentle laugh, wow she’d been silly. “Cool.”

“So that’s why you’ve been avoiding me, you were hurt?”

But she didn’t answer him. She didn’t need to let him know she’d been overthinking the entire thing. So she simply stepped back from him and as she moved to leave said:

“Come over after work.”

And with that Suki flounced off down the corridor to her next patient.

But she didn’t hear Bryce as she retreated, muttering: “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

—-

Clambering up the last of the stairs to her apartment floor, Suki spotted Gia and Tommy on their way towards the stairs.

“Hey! You two doing okay?”

“Yes! Tommy’s missed you two.”

“Aw, Tommy! We miss you too!”

“When can I see Byce?” Tommy asked the two women, not quite having worked his way around ‘r’ sounds yet.

“I’m not sure hun! He’s very busy.” Suki smiled, it was nice to see Bryce had made such an impression.

“You’ve got a good man there, Suki.” Gia said.

“Oh he’s not- um- we’re not.”

“Ha, okay love. We should be off now, anyway.” She pulled Tommy up onto her hip and began to make her way toward the elevator before turning and saying softly with Tommy’s ears obstructed by her hand and chest, “he looks at you like… like I wish Tommy’s father looked at me.”

Suki’s breath hitched as the elevator doors shut on Gia’s bittersweet expression and left her alone in the corridor.

She didn’t realise until she heard the elevator coming back up to their floor that she’d been standing there for a while. Thinking about everything yet nothing.

As though in a daze, Suki floated over to the apartment and let herself in.

It had to be a desire thing right? Bryce looked at Suki like he wanted to push her against a wall at any moment – she knew that. Maybe Gia and her partner didn’t have that anymore if they ever did. That’s gotta be what she meant. In any case, she’d only seen them together very briefly when she’d picked Tommy up, so her opinion wasn’t based on much evidence. Or so Suki thought.

Before Suki even knew it – too consumed by overanalysing that one sentence – she got the text to let her know Bryce was there.

—-

Suki and Bryce laid on either side of the bed post coitus as he was telling her about a surgery he watched. There was still no mention of his assisting, but, Suki figured she’d work it out eventually.

“No way that happened. Patients don’t just ask for surgeons because they think they’re hot.”

“Oh yeah? Then how come it did happen?”

“I call bullshit.”

“You gonna try and tell me I’m not the hottest surgeon at Edenbrook?”

“I dunno… Dr Tanaka…” Suki sucked in a breath through her teeth.

Bryce looked mock offended then said: “I can’t blame you. He’s a very sexy man.”

He scooted over from his side of the bed and hovered over her, taking her jaw in his large, precise hand. He leaned down to kiss her, Suki immediately giving in and roaming her hands across the muscles on his back and shoulders. Basking in the fresh mint of his lips, the smell of his familiar cologne and a faint hint of cinnamon permeating all of Suki’s senses, she felt a little lost.

“But I think it’s safe to say this speaks for itself in terms of your preferences,” he whispered into her lips.

“Have you been baking?”

“Hm?”

“You smell like cinnamon. You usually smell more citrus-y, freshly washed towels – or is this holiday edition Lahela?”

Suki didn’t even realise she was thinking out loud until it popped out. That citrus-y, freshly washed towel scent and the peppermint on his lips was incredibly familiar to Suki. She’d thought about them in moments she probably shouldn’t have been thinking about them. She associated them with sex, of course, but also a warmth and an easy comfort. His cologne was gorgeous, it smelled expensive and perfectly balanced, mixing with the pH of his skin artfully. But there was something extra special about that underlying natural aroma. Less sexy, more familiar. Homely?

But it made her feel slightly uncomfortable in the pit of her stomach that she remembered these details so vividly, that she focused so specifically on them; even more so that she’d spoken them out loud.

“Well, I do roll around in my clean orange-scented towels just before I see you purely so that you can smell it under my expensive cologne,” he mocked.

She swatted him playfully as he began to kiss down her neck, pinching the skin with his teeth. It was just enough to be a perfectly balanced mix of pleasure and pain.

“What does Dr. Tanaka smell like?” She teased.

“Cigarettes and B.O.,” he muffled into her collarbone.

Suki’s laugh tinkled around her bedroom like chimes. “Now I know he smells sexy.”

“He’s not the one whose scent you seem to have memorised so I’m okay with that.”

“Hey! We see each other in close quarters, I’d be a bit worried if you didn’t know what I smelt like.”

“Moon lilies and cotton. Also antiseptic and that coconut hand sanitiser you use.”

Suki laughed again, as Bryce tried to hide the shock in his eyes that he’d actually just said that. But then he just grinned cockily like that was the intention.

“Well I’m glad it’s not cigarettes and B.O.”

“But to answer your question: No, I don’t bake, or cook, at all.”

“Seriously?! What do you eat?”

“Takeout, whatever’s in the hospital cafeteria, ramen.”

Suki just looked at him with horror. “Any… vegetables?”

“Yeah I always order vegetables. And I have an apple every morning.”

“Is that to keep me away?”

“What would be the point in that?” He leaned down to kiss her lips again, and once more Suki got sucked into the moment.

“Okay, okay, you should go now.”

“Probably,” Bryce looked up to Suki’s clock which read 11:08pm. “It’s later than I thought.”

They’d lost track of time talking about the most random topics, but secretly neither of them minded. —-

Five A.M. the next morning found Suki stumbling out of bed and blinking her way through her routine. Bryce had stayed way longer than he should’ve, again, and now Suki was paying for it.

She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn’t look her best. As she crooked her neck in a stretch she felt a sensitive spot on the left side. Moving closer to the mirror to inspect and blinking more sleep from her eyes, she saw the rough purple mark. Shit.

“Bryce… what the fuck?!” She whisper-yelled to herself. “He is so getting shit for this.”

She had two options. 1. Leave it as it is. She didn’t really have time to do a botch job of covering it up and she was a doctor, she just needed to get on with the job no matter what. 2. Cake it in layers of concealer, colour corrector, and foundation so that instead of a hickey, it looked like she had a weird rash.

Given Suki’s intense aversion to anything even slightly humiliating, she went with option two. She’d forgotten how much these things actually hurt – it had been years – and Bryce had gone deep. Mottling from a deep-blackish-purple to a lighter, but still intense pinky-lilac, Suki’s neck looked pretty bad. Thankfully the area itself wasn’t too big, and so she got to work covering it up. She made sure to snap a picture first to show Bryce the exact damage he’d done.

The first few hours of work went by as usual, diagnoses, charts, tests, discharges. She knew she had to talk to Bryce about her, ahem, problem, but she wasn’t going to let something so silly take precedent over her job.

When she spotted Bryce in the atrium later she luckily had a few moments to spare. He was leaning on the desk talking to the receptionist.

“We need to talk,” she muttered behind him, pulling him along with her to somewhere more private. He rushed out a wave to the receptionist as he stumbled along after Suki. She pulled him over to the side of the atrium under the stairs. Not the most private place, but better than nothing.

“So…” Bryce said searchingly.

She huffed and moved her neck under the light, making it obvious that it was caked in cover-up. But Bryce was a typical man.

“What am I looking at? I mean, you have a very nice neck but…?”

Then she pulled out her phone and brought up the picture she’d taken as insurance this morning.

“Oh,” Bryce snorted, and actually zoomed in to the photo to get a better look.

“What are you – 16?!” She snatched her phone away as she chastised him.

He laughed, not seeming at all bothered. “It was an accident, relax. I’ll be sure not to do it again.”

Accident, my ass. You were sucking on there like a pacifier. Then again, I probably should’ve stopped him…

“Fuck you,” she was actually frustrated about this, but the words came out more lighthearted than intended.

“That can be arranged.”

“Bry!” Almost as soon as it came out of her mouth Suki wanted to kick herself for the cringey nickname. Where the hell did it come from?? And why! She was meant to be mad at the guy not giving him cutesy nicknames.

But Bryce didn’t pick it apart, simply winking.

“Think of it as an early Christmas present.” He teased as he moved away from the corner. She huffed again as she watched him leave, flashing a cheeky grin back at her. What a fucking douche.

Maybe I *should’ve* tried propositioning Dr. Tanaka, at least he would be more careful.

She was annoyed at the actual thing, sure. But she was more annoyed that rule number five: no visible marks, had been pretty astoundingly disregarded. It wasn’t the hickey itself, it was the principle. The meaning behind the hickey. And the struggle of having a serious conversation with Bryce Lahela.

She found herself asking why she hadn’t brought the rule up, why she hadn’t called him out for ignoring their very clear rules put into place for exactly this reason. Perhaps she didn’t want to stop blurring the lines, even if they were advancing into dangerous territory. Recently she’d been letting him come to hers more often, the threat of roommates not feeling so worrisome anymore, and the thought of sneaking around was sexy. And the relief, the joy she’d felt when it turned out Bryce didn’t only like her body was far from casual.

She didn’t want to be so careful anymore, and that scared the shit out of her.

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