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doyawalker · 10 months

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Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind #6

chapter 5.

thank you for all the support on this series, it really means a lot <3 I hope everyone enjoys this extra-long chapter

contains swearing, smoking, alcohol consumption, and the mention of drugs.

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I Know That She Was Made For Me

Saturday came around quickly and after eating, doing some uni work, and going to the gym it was already time to get ready for the party Jungkook had invited you to.

You were currently sitting at your kitchen table, your makeup collection laid out in front of you, a small mirror before you on the table when Taehyung walked into the room.

Stopping in his tracks, he observed you for a second before walking around the table and sitting down in front of you.

“May I ask what’s wrong with the table in your room? We eat on this table, you know that?”

You threw him an annoyed look, not paying him much mind.

“The lightning is better here.”, you mumbled, concentrating on filling in your eyebrows perfectly.

He scoffed, leaning over the table and taking a closer look at your face.

Irritated by him, you pulled back a bit, frowning. “What are you doing?”

“Just checking if you’re doing a good job.”, he commented, his eyes inspecting your face thoroughly.

“Fuck off.”, you chuckled, putting your index finger to his forehead and pushing him back onto his chair. He gave you a wide grin, holding his thumb up.

“Looks good.”

You smiled at him, before focusing on your mascara, making sure to coat every lash multiple times.

You sat in silence for a bit, as he started to scroll through his phone and you finished off your look, but it wasn’t awkward.

Actually, since you opened up to him a bit and finally shared something personal, you felt more connected to him. As if there had been a wall between the two of you, which was now slowly beginning to crumble. He felt more trustworthy to you and you respected that. Maybe one day you could be more than just roommates and start becoming actual friends.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”, you finally said, starting to pack up your stuff back into your makeup bag.

He looked up from his phone, humming in approval.

“Sure. What’s up?”

You hesitated for a second, biting your bottom lip.

Crossing your arms before you on the table, you leaned closer to him, focusing your gaze on him.

“What do you think of Jungkook?” He eyed you for a second.

“You mean in general, or in the context of what he is doing right now to you?”

“Both.”

He sucked some air in through his teeth, leaning back in his chair, folding his hands before him on the table.

You had wanted to ask about his opinion since Thursday evening but hadn’t really found the right time for it. Now it was around 7 PM, enough time to chat before you had to leave to pick up Sori.

“I don’t know, to be honest, I never really spent much time with him but I heard some stories.”

“Like what?”

One of his hands came up to his mouth, his index finger starting to tap against his lip rhythmically.

“I don’t know if you really want to hear them.”, he said, his eyes gliding back onto you.

“Tae. Just tell me.”

Sighing, he shifted in his seat, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

“Fine. There are multiple rumors. For one, I heard that ever since his high school years he fucked around a lot. Like a lot, a lot. New girl every weekend, collecting them like prizes and bragging about them to his friends.”

You gulped quietly. Sounded somewhat familiar.

“Then he apparently had a phase where he tried to settle down, having a few relationships here and there, but none of them ever seemed to work. Except for Lou. I think they have been together for around one and a half years. Something like that.”

Lou. Your former best friend, the girl that had sat with you in your car, listened to you cry about him, telling you how bad of a man he is, only to meet with him the next day and chill at his house because “they were such good friends” and she “couldn’t choose between the two of you”. Although she had known him for what, like six months at that time, while you and she had been best friends since early middle school.

“And then after Lou, the stories kind of don’t make sense. Some are saying he’s back to fucking random girls to fix his broken heart, others are saying he is staying away from girls completely because he is not over Lou yet. She broke up with him after all and he apparently didn’t take it very well.”

Something about knowing that he had been hurting over Lou, made your chest sting.

You remembered the self-doubt after hearing the news about him and Lou being together. What did she have that you didn’t? What had made him choose her over you? Had you not been good enough? Even though you had given him your all?

You had quickly learned that asking those questions was useless, only further deepening your insecurities and it wasn’t like you would ever get an answer to them, so why bother?

But hearing that he had cared about Lou so much, the way that you had cared for him and that you had wished he would have cared about you, was still hurting you. Even now.

“But I don’t know. It all doesn’t make a lot of sense. If you ask me, I would stay far away from him. He’s trouble.”, Taehyung concluded, shifting his focus back on you.

You must’ve looked a bit bleak because as he looked at you, a sympathetic smile crossed his features.

“But that’s what we’re doing tonight, right? Making sure that he understands that you have no interest in him anymore.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“I still don’t know if this is really going to work. He is very persistent.”

“Anybody would get tired after basically talking to a wall every time. You just have to make sure that you are giving him absolutely no signs of being interested. Otherwise, he will feed on that. Like a little rat.”

He grinned at his joke, his face distorting in a grimace.

“Got it, Boss."

You chuckled, getting up from your seat to bring your stuff back into your room and getting dressed.

“Oh, and Tahyung?”, you said, turning around in your doorframe to look back at him. “Next time you will tell me about your heartbreak story.”

About an hour later you were sitting in Taehyung’s Mercedes, wearing your tight, little black dress, your hair straightened, and your makeup accentuating your features perfectly. You felt confident in your skin. Hopefully, it would stay that way.

Tapping away on your phone, you sent Sori a message that the two of you were on your way to pick her up.

Nervousness was making its way down to your stomach, your mind already racing with thoughts about the possibilities of how this night could end.

Taking a deep breath in, you caught Taehyung’s eyes on you, as he smiled reassuringly.

“Chill out. We’re just gonna have some fun tonight.”, he said, steering the car with one hand, while the other rested in his lap.

“Do I look nervous?”

You bit your lip, running your fingers through your hair to comb it straight.

He chuckled slightly, navigating around the next corner before looking back at you.

“A bit maybe. Nothing a good drink can’t fix tho.”

You sighed, resting your hands on top of your legs to keep them away from nitpicking your face or hair.

Relax, girl.

You were turning into Sori’s street, your friend already waiting in front of her building to be picked up. She was holding a big plastic bottle, which seemed to be filled with a mixture of vodka and orange juice, your pre-game drink of choice, her face lighting up with a big smile as she recognized Tae’s car.

Stopping right in front of her, she opened the back door of his car, slipping into the backseat, her bright, bubbly mood immediately filling the space.

“Hello guys.”, she shrieked. “Who wants to drink?”

Shaking the bottle in her hand wildly, you laughed, turning around to her in your seat.

“How much did you pre-drink without us, hm?”

The drive to Jin and Hoseok’s house was filled with loud music, your and Sori’s laughter, the back and forth of the vodka-orange, and sometimes Taehyung’s sighing as he realized what he had gotten himself into.

Your nervous mood has disappeared, thoughts drifting away from Jungkook and instead focusing on the familiar, warm feeling of the alcohol running down your throat.

Singing at the top of your lungs to Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”, Tae finally maneuvered the car onto a big, public parking space somewhere in the middle of a suburban part of the city you probably had never been to before. Killing the engine, he gave you two a somewhat judging look, earning himself a hit on his forearm from both of you.

“Don’t be such a mood-killer, just ‘cause you can’t drink tonight.”, you whined, unbuckling your seatbelt and opening the car door, enjoying the refreshing air that was hitting your bare legs.

You were already feeling warm and fuzzy from the alcohol.

“I’m not a mood-killer, I just need to adjust to…this.”, he commented, his hand gesturing toward you and Sori.

You rolled your eyes at him, slamming the car door shut a bit harsher than necessary.

Interlocking your arms in Sori’s, you took a look around the parking lot, trying to find some orientation.

“Where do we need to go?”, you asked, your eyes involuntarily wandering over the other cars parked around you.

It didn’t take long to spot his BMW.

So he was already there.

Taking a deep breath in, you didn’t allow your anxiety to creep back into your mind, forcing any thought about him to the side.

You wanted to have fun, besides the little plan, the three of you had come up with.

Speaking of that…

Tae was leading you off the parking lot, and down the street towards a more exclusive-looking housing complex that was a bit more sealed off from the rest of the houses lining the street.

As you approached the expensive-looking building, you could hear the first tunes of some rap music filling the air.

“So, guys. The plan.”, you started, exchanging a look with Sori. “I go with Taehyung. I stay with Taehyung the whole evening. We flirt a little, act a little couple-y, Jungkook sees us and finally leaves me alone, because…bro code? Correct?”

Besides you, Sori started to giggle, giving you a big thumbs up.

“Correct, sir. He’ll get the message, don’t worry.”

“Well, in that case…”, you said, detaching yourself from her and walking over to Taehyung’s side to intertwine yourself with him instead. “You’re not getting rid of me so easily tonight.”

His face twisted in a grimace, but you saw the smile flashing underneath it. He had been the one who had finally convinced you of this plan after all. And after hearing his judgment about Jungkook, it sounded like he wasn’t too opposed to the idea of getting one over on him.

The house of the party was finally coming into your eyesight as you turned around the next corner and were now walking directly towards it.

It was a white, three-story house with a huge garden surrounding it. The garden was full of planted bushes, flowers, and a small fountain, stuff that only rich people were willing to pay enough for to be taken care of. The entrance of the house was built under a big canopy, which was supported by two stone pillars on each side. Golden details were lining the ridiculously massive front door and you have never felt so out of place at a college party before.

“What the fuck? This is some serious kind of money.”, you murmured to Taehyung, who seemed pretty unimpressed by the whole scenery. He must have been here often already.

“Wait until you see the party room in the basement.”, he said amused, his hand squeezing your arm somewhat reassuringly.

Sori on the other hand was fitting into this kind of setting perfectly. There were a few groups of people scattered around the entrance and she immediately spotted someone she knew, leaving you and Tae behind as he ran towards them to greet them. She was such an extrovert, she always knew someone somewhere from some time. You could’ve sworn that you heard her pretty laugh echo through the whole neighborhood.

“Come on, let’s go. Let’s get you something to drink.”

Showing you another grin, Taehyung was leading you into the house, the ground floor already buzzing with people, the loud bass of the music drumming in your stomach. Not letting go of your arm, he guided you through the crowd, leaving the living room behind and walking through the archway that led to the kitchen.

The house was looking even more expensive inside than on the outside, from what you could see. The rooms were huge with gold features hidden everywhere, ridiculously big furniture, chandeliers, and a table that could fit up to sixteen people. Yes, you’ve counted the chairs. They were playing beer pong on it. As impressive as it was, this wasn’t really helping to keep your anxiety at bay, as you felt like the biggest outcast, compared to many other attendees of this party. You saw perfectly waved hair, designer dresses, and glasses full of champagne. The expensive one.

“What kind of students are these, geez.”, you commented, as Tae let go of you to open the steel gray, double-doored fridge.

“Mostly business and economics, I believe.”

Taking out a bottle of Bombay Sapphire Gin and some Tonic Water, he turned to look at you, both bottles in his hands.

“Gin Tonic?”

“Sure.”

You eagerly watched him grab a cocktail glass from some of the cabinets, filling it with your drink of choice, unsure what to do with yourself when you weren’t talking to him. God, you felt awkward.

The kitchen was less crowded than the living room with only a couple of people chatting or filling their cups back up with beer or straight vodka as you saw one dude do. They didn’t seem familiar to you, so you made sure to keep your distance.

“There you go.”, Tae finally said, handing you your glass with a proud grin.

“This better be good. I could need it.”, you commented, thanking him with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

He intertwined his arm back with yours, as you made your way back into the living room. Sipping on your drink, you let your eyes wander across the groups of people, looking for one particular guest, but he didn’t seem to be in the living room.

However, Sori stumbled back to your side, a half-emptied cup in her hand which she had gotten from god knows where, a wide smile plastered on her face.

“Helloo, guys.”, she yelled. “How’s the plan going?”

“I haven’t seen him yet.”, you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“He’s probably outside on the terrace.”, Tae remarked, imitating the movement of smoking a cigarette and nodding towards the glass door that leads outside to the other side of the garden behind the house.

“Then what are you waiting for? Go.”, Sori demanded, her hand laying on your back, pushing you forward.

You stumbled a bit, glaring back at her.

“Can I at least finish my drink first?”

“No, let’s go.”

She pushed you through the crowd, not caring about your wild protesting until the three of you reached the already open door that led out into the garden. This side of it was even more impressive, with a giant pool lining the grass, multiple seating options, huge glass tables, and a grilling station even Gordon Ramsey would be jealous of.

And amidst one of the groups that had formed outside on the terrace, he sat at one of the tables, a cigarette in between his fingers, a red cup in his other hand. Scattered in front of him on the table were Uno cards and as your trio stepped out into the cold air, he looked away from the guy next to him he had been talking to, his eyes immediately finding yours.

And that night, his gaze felt like it burned itself into your skin, roaming your body, your hair, your face, an unreadable expression set on his handsome face.

His hair was in curls again, falling over his forehead perfectly, and he was wearing a tight, black long-sleeve, accentuating the muscles in his arms just right.

And as Sori kept on pushing you forwards because your feet suddenly refused to move on their own, Jungkook’s eyes started to wander back and forth between you and Taehyung, who was still on your side, his arm now carefully draped around your shoulders.

Fuck.

Your gut was starting to yell at you to get away from him, something feeling very wrong about the whole situation, but before you could even realize it, Sori had forced you onto one of the empty chairs left at the table and there you were, sitting diagonally across from him, Taehyung’s hand now resting on top of your thigh.

“Tae, dude. I was wondering when you would finally show up.”

One of the other guys sitting at the table leaned over the table toward you, slapping Taehyung’s free hand. A few other guys joined the greeting and you soon learned that they were Jin and Hoseok, the hosts of this crazy party, as well as Jimin, Namjoon, and Yoongi, apparently some other friends of his. Yoongi and Jimin were currently sharing a joint, their eyelids heavily hooded as they introduced themselves to you.

And then there was the only one who hadn’t said a word yet. Jungkook.

His eyes were still lingering on you and Taehyung, his face not giving away any of his thoughts, his expressions stoic.

“JK, what’s with the bad mood?”, Hoseok exclaimed, his hand slapping down on Jungkook’s shoulder, before he grabbed both of them, shaking his friend slightly from side to side.

Finally, Jungkook’s eyes averted from you, giving you the chance to take a deep breath in, Taehyung’s hand in your lap squeezing your leg reassuringly.

Taking a few more sips from your glass, you looked over to Sori, who was sitting beside you, already involved in a conversation with Namjoon and you wished you had her social skills because she fit into the group so easily.

Feeling awkward, you focused on finishing your drink, making sure that your eyes stayed away from Jungkook’s direction and it wasn’t until you finished your second drink and Jin proposed to play Uno that you finally felt your body relax, the alcohol doing its job and you eventually started to enjoy the evening.

“Oh, fuck off.”, you shouted out with a laugh as Taehyung laid down his last card, turning to you with a devilish grin on his face. “Better luck next time, loser.”, he said, leaning back in his chair, obviously content with his gameplay, despite the fact that he finished in third place after Jin and Hoseok.

Hitting his arm, you glared at him under your lashes, internally cursing at your bad cards because now it was only you and Jungkook left in the game.

He hadn’t said a single word to you yet, obviously aware that you were avoiding him and you weren’t mad about that.

But now your eyes met briefly as you went on into the final round of the game and maybe it was the alcohol, but as he looked at you something deep in your stomach started to flutter.

He laid down a green five, which you countered with a blue five and he had to draw a new card. Playing out a few of your cards, it looked good for you, until he suddenly placed down a draw-four card.

You scoffed, your gaze back on him and finally, there was some emotion on his face. A grin. His usual confident grin, as he tilted his head to the side, his eyes challenging you.

Sighing, you drew four cards, already accepting your defeat, when all of a sudden a loud shriek echoed through the garden.

You, and everyone else, turned around, as a petite, blonde girl was running toward your table, a skin-tight, blue dress hugging her figure in all the right places.

“Hi, Kook!”, she exclaimed happily as she reached your group, walking around the table and throwing her arms around Jungkook’s neck.

An almost awkward silence settled around the table as everyone stared at her, Jungkook’s eyes leaving your face and looking over his shoulder back at the unknown girl.

And that was when the sudden sting pierced through your heart and your body fell back against your chair.

Because it looked so painfully familiar to seeing him like this with Lou and although you knew it wasn’t your place anymore to feel like this, you couldn’t help it. It was like an old wound that had been stitched together years ago was very slowly being ripped open again, making your heart drop into the bottom of your stomach, the alcohol now not feeling warm and pleasant anymore, but rather making you want to throw up.

Carelessly, you threw your cards on the table, giving Tae an apologetic look before you almost jumped up from your seat, fleeing the scene maybe a little too hectic, but you didn’t care.

Pushing yourself through the crowd in the living room, your eyes settled on the stairs that led to the upper floor, and without thinking twice you fled upstairs.

Avoiding the rooms that had obvious making out or moaning sounds emitting from them, you searched for the bathroom, opening several doors but were either met with the darkness of an empty guest room or the shocked faces of people doing drugs or fucking.

Sighing, you closed yet another door, turning around to continue your search, when you suddenly walked into a wall. A human wall.

Stumbling backward, you cursed at whoever was standing in your way, until your eyes settled on his face.

Of course, it had to be him.

The words got stuck in your throat, as you stared at him perplexed, his eyes burning themselves into yours.

Something seemed different about him. You saw the way his jaw clenched, his lips slightly pressed together, the color of his eyes darker than usual.

He didn’t say a word at first, just taking in your appearance, before finally taking a step closer to you and then another, making you step back until your back hit the wall behind you.

His scent filled your nose, mixed with cigarettes and vodka and it made your head spin, as your heart started to beat faster, your mind going absolutely blank at his sudden proximity.

And then he spoke.

“I was wondering when I could finally meet you alone tonight.”

#bts ff #jungkook fanfic #jungkook ff #jungkook x reader #bts fic rec #jungkook #jungkook fic

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theretirementstory · 16 days

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14/04/24 I AM HOME, I came back on Thursday after my MRI scan and a transfusion of platelets. Was I pleased? I guess you could say that, Anie called with my shopping, I had a wander around my garden, got the car out of the garage and went to do more shopping, saw my friend Liisa and had a little chat then came home and prepared chorizo pasta bake and garlic bread.

My neighbour sent me the above photo showing the blossom on the cherry tree. I was so pleased to see my garden.

On Friday I had to go back to the hospital for what turned out to be two transfusions. I thought I would have been home by lunchtime but it was 16:30 when I got home.

So I am hoping against hope that I will be home until April 25th when I will be going up to Paris for a long stay, while the next round of treatment is carried out.

Monique had been in touch, she wanted to come down on Thursday but I needed some time to just chill. So she said she would come on Friday. However by the time she could get away it was too late. She did say that one of her twin granddaughters had got scarlet fever so you just know it won’t be long before the other one gets it.

I messaged my cleaner with the dates I am available to have her clean my home before the next hospital visit. She replied that she wasn’t available. That’s ok, hopefully we will get back to normal once all my treatment is completed.

The cough that I was starting with when I went into hospital, has now developed! My nose streams and then I start coughing, it is worse if I have been talking. The medicine they gave me in hospital contained codeine and it said not to use it for too many days. Well in my book, my wariness of medication, meant that I took it for three days then stopped. I didn’t want to become addicted!

The music this week, is really from my youth! I begin with “Love Hurts” by Jim Capaldi from 1975. Going even further back than that it’s “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” from 1965. The video shows Alan Price on keyboard, he will be celebrating his 82nd birthday at the end of next week, Eric Burdon, vocals, who will be 83 years old on a date in May which is the birthday of someone dear to me. Plus Chas Chandler, bassist, who later managed Jimi Hendrix and Slade. Unfortunately Chas passed away in 1996.

“The Trainee Solicitor” has met up with a few Uni friends this week and is going to see another couples new house today. He has been training the new guy at work and although he would prefer to get on with his own work, ensuring someone gets the training they need is the best way to moving onto your own work. Making sure they understand ensures less disruptions to your day.

“The Reconnect Navigator” has had to go out and buy a pair of Dr Marten boots for work. The boots she had bought previously have only lasted 5 weeks. I guess she is getting those “steps” in. It is great that they both have the weekend off as it allows them two days to do things together.

“The Photographer” and “The Jetsetter” spent a nice night in York on Friday evening. The platter they had with the wine looked exceptionally tasty. Then it was time for the “The Photographer” to head off to Boston, to photograph the match with Scarborough AFC. Although it was a 0-0 draw it was a good match (apparently). Plus he was the only photographer, for Scarborough, at the match and the photos have been in the local newspaper. That’s a feather in his cap, for sure.

“The Jetsetter” is busy preparing for her next jaunt (can’t remember where that is to). She does however spend the week in York which is a “getaway place” for a lot of people.

I have had a message from a friend in the UK, her grandson was born on the 17th February at around 26 weeks! Bless him he is still fighting and getting bigger which is such wonderful news.

Nadine (a friend here in town) has messaged to say that she will try to get down to visit at the weekend.

My neighbours have just popped in bringing a piece of flan. They always ask about my sons and grandchildren, I have shown them recent photos this morning and they think my grandson looks like his Daddy.

Now I am going to start getting food prepared. I am hoping that I will enjoy my roast chicken dinner. Then as we are due 22c today I would like to go out into the garden and clear a few weeds.

However you intend to spend your day, have a good one.

I am hoping that the hydrangea paniculata (pictured below) will have a growth spurt and put out some lovely flowers this year.

Bon dimanche!

#trees #nature #barsuraube #Troyes #photography #cooking #60’s music #70’s music #mygarden #france #champagne #livingthedream

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car-lozsigns · 2 years

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A few minutes more (pt5)

Synopsis: You and Carlos had crossed paths more than you thought was possible over a short weekend but time was not on your side. A love story that’s about the slow burn and companionship built connection, and how sometimes right place wrong time is the best of the available options

Author Note: I wanted a fluff story to read so decided to write one for myself. So this story will be split between POV and time jumps as they are my favourite to read. The plan is for this to be very slow paced, so if you’re reading this, considered yourself warned that this will not have a quick conclusion.

Length:~2.7k

Warning: Still slow, filler chapter? Planes?

Link to Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7

Part 5

The flight to Singapore felt quick, maybe it was because you knew that you were almost half way home with the next flight much shorter only about 5 or so hours; maybe it was from your layover in Amsterdam and talking to someone who you had connected so well with on that night in October. You weren’t going to admit to yourself which one it was, at least not so blatantly to yourself just yet, but lets just say but you usually were not this energised after being squished in between two snoring people in a metal box hovering in the air for half a day. Over the PA system the announcement that you were descending into Singapore was made, signalling that you only had an hr left to go before your connecting flight. The screens lit up with a loop of transfer flights showing on the screens, you looking to see which gate your connection was scheduled to depart at, which you started to make your way to as your disembarked, following by a few other disgruntled looking passengers obviously on the same one. Unlike your previous stop, you arrived at the gate with plenty of time, well at least 30 mins before you could board which you took the opportunity to switch back on your phone.

Connecting your headphones, you switched back on your music, before typing out a message to your sister who was going to pick you up when you landed. With the airport wifi finally connected, your phone slowly came back to life, notifications trickling through after your time spent in the air. Majority of these were work emails, and you realised because you ended up spending most of your time with Carlos you hadn’t turned on your out of office before getting on your flight. Clearing out those outlook notifications, should have given you a notification free phone, but there were a few from WhatsApp and a few from Instagram. It appears that while you were in the air that Carlos had killed the rest of his time before going to Mexico doing a deep dive of your account.

First up were the insta likes, nothing too unexpected considering your most recent photo posted was from the event that you had met him at. He had liked that picture as well as the song recommendation that you had posted before it. Once again, nothing strange there as music is the best way to connect to others if you don’t have the right words to express your emotions. The surprising one however were the string of likes from photos that were a few years old. One of them from when you had moved overseas, a couple from when you were on holidays with your friends and some dating right back to the beginning of your profile when you were still at uni.

Well, you thought, at least you don’t need to be worried about scrolling and accidentally liking his posts, he seems to have done that to you and intentionally. It was refreshing to see that he wasn’t bothered by the stigma that is attached to old posts, you’ve never been bothered by it, as wasn’t that the point of posting on a social media platform. In your opinion if there is a picture on your profile, giving your permission for it to be viewed, it can be liked, regardless of if it was when it was posted for 5 years ago, it’s still there for viewing. The photos that he had liked didn’t seem to be random. They were from the stories you had shared with him which he evidently did remember and wanted to make it clear he was listening as you had told them. The final instagram notification was a message from him where he had shared back to you a picture of you and one of your friends. It was her 21st birthday which you had captioned at the time “21 years your bestie”. Carlos had worked out this was the friend you had your falling out and had sent this pic to you with a heart followed by, “and she helped you become the person you are today”. You hadn’t thought it was obvious, but scrolling quickly through your page you saw that she was the only one your pictures that weren’t your family or a group of friends. Damn, Carlos had a keen eye.

Before addressing Carlos’ other messages you clicked on his profile, having enough time to look through the collection of pictures this time instead of running to board your flight. Despite his profile not having a picture or a description, his page seemed to reflect a similar lifestyle to yours. Much of his time spent with friends and family, with every photo practically located either on a beach, on the open water or with the sun visibly shining in the corner of the frame. Carlos had talked about being Spanish, and he did speak with a small lilt, however you didn’t think much of it when you were with him. Most of your time was focusing on his stories and not the accent they were told in. You realised though going through his page that every caption was in Spanish as well as comments, not a single word in English.

Damn, there goes that idea of trying to find more out from what his friends had said. You only spoke English, a by-product of the Australian schooling system, you could barely speak your own language let alone fathom another. You made a note to mention it to Carlos to go through where each of his holidays and who was who in the pictures. You shared a like on his most recent pic in the Netherlands, as well as one from his family trip to Mexico at this time last year. You looked up from your phone and saw that people are started to mill around the boarding gate. You turned down the volume of your music and heard over the speaker system that they were starting boarding with priority and a range of seat numbers first. Your row was not in that list so you remained seated, telling yourself that once you open the messages you’ll get ready to board, knowing that this flight wasn’t too full based on those around you waiting with a smattering of empty seats between them all.

6 messages were sitting unopened. The first few were in response to what you had sent while in Europe but not received until you had landed. The first was audio asking you to let him know when you had landed. The next 5 were from him about his own flight. He had taken your request literally, sending you a photo log of each leg of his journey and not just when he arrived. He had sent you pictures of the queue while boarding, the empty seat next to him, a picture of the open ocean with an edge of a beach in sight as his flight was descending and finally another low angle selfie showing him outside in some blaring sun with a thumbs up and sunglasses on. The last one he had followed up and captioned it “made it in one piece”. You couldn’t help but smile stupidly at your phone at the selfie. You returned the favour and shot a selfie of you seated at the gate; headphones on, travel pillow buckled around your neck snuggly against shoulders, eyes crinkled to accompany your toothy grin. Before you could dwell on how tired you looked you hit send, keeping in line with his selfie, even if you think he pulled off a long haul flight looking a lot less worse for wear than you had.

The queue had dropped back to only a few people with most people already boarded the plane. You gathered your backpack and boarding pass and made your way to your row, well and truly ready to start the last flight home. You settled yourself down, phone already on aeroplane mode and eye mask in hand ready to snooze upright if you needed to. This time more luck was on your side with no one sharing the row giving you all the space to lie across the four seats instead of trying to sleep vertical.

You didn’t look to check what time it was in Mexico, but you weren’t expecting a response as quickly as you had received one. Carlos’ phone lit up while he was laying by the pool in the villa his family was had rented for the trip. Seeing the screen illuminate, Carlos practically jumped from his seat as if he had been shocked, physically standing up to pick the phone up, hoping that it was you who had messaged him.

He typed back a quick response, hit send and started to type out a longer one. He stopped mid-sentence, deleted his paragraph and decided to hit call instead. He knew you were at the airport so you should have time to talk, he had looked up the time it would be in Singapore, seeing it wasn’t too late he tried to call, it going unanswered twice. Carlos’s hopes dropped a little, disappointed you had ignored him, putting it down to you not wanting to talk before your flight. Carlos however had jumped to the wrong conclusion, you very much would have answered the phone, however after your boarding pass was scanned in, you had already turned your phone off, as you didn’t think there was any chance of Carlos replying soon, let alone instantaneously which he had tried.

He realised that the missed calls didn’t connect through as delivered, meaning you were back in the air. He put his phone down dejectedly and went back to staring out at the pool. He picked up his phone once more to check what the flight time would be and upon seeing it was 5 hrs, Carlos knew he had to distract himself, even though it was his first day of his family trip, he knew that unless was physically doing something with others or a task that would be difficult with his phone in hand, he’d be sitting down all day just staring at it to light up with your name. Can’t wait for a text on a jet ski Carlos thought, so he walked back into the villa to find his dad and see if he would be up for going around the bay with him for the afternoon. His dad never passed up an opportunity to spend time with his son, considering how when he was younger Carlos Sr was away most of his son’s childhood doing his own racing. Seeing his son travel across the world for F1 made him reflect on how much he had grown up, how much he had missed seeing as well as his own time in his twenties and how at Carlos’s age, he was already married and had their eldest child. Carlos Sr agreed to help his son start getting the jet-ski’s prepared while Carlos Jr found himself thinking if you had ever jet skied or not.

This leg of the trip you had managed to sleep better than the long haul. Spreading out across 4 seats had felt like a cheater’s version of business, telling yourself next time you go on a long flight to save up and see if you could swing a reclining seat, first class was out of the question but surely you could squeeze in business for one of the legs or maybe premium economy. Stretching and then moving to sit upright in your seat, you saw that the other passengers were waking up slowly too, the lights from the windows removing their automatic dim, letting in the early morning sunshine into the cabin. You had missed this. Sure the UK had summer, where the sun made an appearance every few weeks, but nothing tugged at your heartstrings like the biting Australian heat and sun. You were a summer person through and through, which definitely didn’t help you trying to beat you SADs this year. Seeing the morning sun and catching a glimpse of the ocean and rural coastline through one of the windows at the end of your row meant that you were close to landing, the pilot coming over the sound system confirming your expected landing time at your destination. Although the warmth of the cabin was welcome, you felt exceptionally sticky, irritable and groggy. The leggings and hoodie had been a great idea when leaving Europe but in Australia you were dressed for completely the wrong season. You realised as well that the shirt underneath Carlos’ jumper was also long-sleeved which would not help you feel any cooler once you had landed. You wondered if your sister would be ok with driving you home with you sitting in just your bra and leggings.

You flicked your phone back on, seeing if you had reception at this altitude, which you did not. Regardless, you typed out a message to your sister who would be picking you up , hitting send so that once closer to the airport it would deliver.

Once disembarked from the plane, you made your way through to customs, with your phone now again, coming to life. Your sister had got your message and would be waiting for you at arrivals. You also saw you had two missed calls and messages from Carlos, checking the time of them you thought it must have been just before your flight took off. Snapping back a pic of the queue at customs, you let Carlos know you had landed safe and that you planned on sleeping when you got home to get through the jet lag if your sister could hold off chatting for long enough. Phone back in pocket you progressed through customs, collected your bags and made your way through to the arrival hall. First person out of the archway was your sister, standing as close as she physically could without jumping the barricade to the arrivals.

“Y/N” she shouted, just in case you had missed her, which no-one arriving could of as she was waving her arms obnoxiously, letting everyone else know that she missed her loved one more than all of them combined. You jogged the small distance between you, as fast as the heavy suitcase rolling behind you would allow. You embraced her as tightly as you could her commenting in your ear ”Urgh you smell like plane, lucky I love you and have air freshener in the car” You laughed at her comment but the chuckle caught midway through you throat. You knew you had missed her this past 6 months, but you didn’t think it was enough to start crying in public which you had. You tried to stifle the happy sob in her shirt, but the thin white cotton did nothing to stop the sound escaping.

“I know you missed me but no need to get tears all over me! If I wanted a shower I’d have one at home, I don’t need your tears to do that!” she teased, but you heard the emotion in her voice. Sensing she had her own tears stuck in her throat, you made to pull away but she just pulled you in closer in order to mask her own emotions of having her best friend in her arms again. You finally managed to pull out from her grasp and with one of your hands wiped the last of your tears from your cheek but promptly wiping them on your sisters shirt loosely hanging off her broad shoulders. The loving smile finally dropping from her face before replaced with the threat of “Alright back on the plane you go, I forgot how annoying you are, I want to swap with someone else” . Empty threat be as it may, she grabbed your suitcase and you both made your way out of the airport finally on your way home.

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The Inheritance

JavierPeña x Y/N

Ohhkaaay, so here’s a new Javier Peña fic I started working on while having writers block for my Mando wip. It’ll be multiple parts but this first bit is mainly the set up, and I’ll warn you now Javier doesn’t make an appearance till the end, BUT there will be much more of him in the next parts! This is my first time writing anything lengthy (hehe) for Javi, and as usual I’ve read this through so many times I’ve no idea how it actually reads, so any feed back is appreciated!

Summary: Set in the late 1990’s. You have an Aunt who you used to visit on school holidays at her ranch in Laredo, although haven’t seen or heard from for almost two decades when your parents cut contact due to an unfortunate incident with 8y/o you and one of her horses. Now with your aunt passing, and you being her sole beneficiary you’re called back to the town you thought you’d never see again.

Warnings: Use of Y/N, canon? Haha no don’t be silly. Swearing, Alcohol consumption, Loss of family member. No smut - YET, although maybe a little hint hint there could be at the end and in next part? Under 18s dni, bye-bye!

Word count: 6k +

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The rain poured from the grey sky of London as you hurried out the tube station, and you prayed the cardboard box containing five years of desk junk would hold out at least till you got home.

There wasn’t anything you actually needed or wanted in the box, but when they handed it to you after your boss fired you, you felt obliged to fill it. Dumping in half used note pads, paper clips, desk tidies and a variety of pens that were running out of ink. Plus the husk of the cactus you’d got to make your work space more ‘homey’, but managed to kill by over watering.

Head down and eyes planted on the floor in front of you, you left the office; your coworkers whispered guesses of why you were let go chasing you as the door swung shut behind you.

The reason for firing you? You’d struggled to hear over the ringing that had started in your ears when your boss said those three words, “let you go”. However you’d managed to catch the gist; lack of enthusiasm, poor team work, not enough commitment.

You couldn’t say you were surprised either. You’d got the sales job 5 years ago, fresh out of university, and it was only meant to be a stop off while you searched for jobs you could apply your Fine Art degree to. Although soon you found your self being sucked into the endless cycle of work, sleep, eat. Any motivation to dream job hunt on the weekends exhausted by the work week.

You were eager when you started working there, had the drive to do a great job, but years went by with no end in sight. You found yourself losing that spark you started with, disinterested with the work and indifferent to your performance. Which obviously hadn’t gone unnoticed by your boss.

The rain hadn’t let up when you finally reached the bottom of the porch steps that led up to your shared ground floor flat.

The box was bulging at the bottom threatening to spill its contents, looking into it one last time, you wondered why you even bothered to lug it back home. You didn’t need it sitting in your living room as a reminder, and before you can think twice you turn and up-end it into the rubbish bin beside the gate.

It was still morning as you unlocked the door to your flat, one shared with your best friend, Anna. You’d met on the same uni course, instantly clicking, and sharing your first house together in second and third year. When graduation rolled around and you’d both dreamed of moving to London, so it was a no brainer to stick together.

These days, however, you’d seen less and less of Anna, who was spending more and more time at her boyfriends flat, leaving you to work through a once shared bottle of wine and ready meals in the evenings alone.

Anna was your oldest friend, but recently you could feel each other growing apart.

You barge through your hallway, slapping your keys down on the small table usually littered with junk mail, and beeline your way to the fridge to make a start on the bottle of white that was meant to go with your dinner tonight.

Because how else are you meant to spend your suddenly unemployed day??

Three glasses down, blasting music, your mood is already on the up, maybe not happy, but angers better than sadness.

“Fuck youuu!” You shout at no one. “I don’t need that pissing job anyway!”

Oh that felt good. You think, letting out a slightly hysterical giggle, pushing down the thought that your last statement isn’t entirely true.

Your pour yourself a fourth glass.

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The letter box clangs as your post is delivered, making you jump awake. You must of fallen asleep after starting your second bottle, although passed out would be a more honest description. You check the time on the wall clock and are surprised to see it’s only just past 1 o’clock in the afternoon.

Dragging yourself off the sofa, swaying slightly, you go to collect the mail.

You slump heavily back on your sofa, and start flicking through the envelopes. A couple are for Anna, some bills for both of you; but when you get to the last letter addressed to you, the American postage stamp piques your interest.

Ripping open the letter you focus your eyes on the header, your brow wrinkling in confusion.

TAYLOR AND MARTINEZ LAW FIRM

Your eyes drift down the page, reading and then rereading till tears start to blur the words in front of you.

We regret to inform you… death of Elise Thompson… brain aneurism… please contact at your earliest convenience…

Your eyes sting as they pool with tears and you let out a sob. You hadn’t heard from your mothers sister, Elise for years - decades even. She lived in Texas in a small town called Laredo where she owned a ranch which you visited every summer as a child, but you hadn’t been back there since you were eight. Due to an unfortunate incident involving unsupervised you and one of her horses made sure of that. You play back the memory in your head.

You’d sneaked out the ranch house to brush one of the horses manes while your parents and aunt prepared dinner.

It would be an understatement to say you had been horse mad as a kid; brushing and helping to muck out the three horses your Aunt owned was one of your favourite things about visiting her ranch.

Crossing the yard towards the barn you spotted the neighbours son fixing the fence surrounding the grazing field next to it. You had a silly childhood crush on him though - you couldn’t even remember his name now, but at the time that was also one of your favourite things about being there.

He glanced up at you with a bored expression, and you’d quickly looked away, jutting your chin out and putting your shoulders back, hoping you exuded an air of nonchalant adultness.

Which looks ridiculous on a eight year old kid by the way.

You’d walked through the red barn doors, picking up a soft brush off the shelf and head towards the nearest stall holding your Aunts newest horse; a brown arabian, it’s glossy coat beautiful but unbeknownst to you, the horse still skittish around new people.

The next part gets hazey in your memory.

Flashing images of the horse rearing up, it’s hoof smashing into your arm you’d flung above you in defence. Your scream that brought the neighbours kid running. He’d scooped you up as you whimpered in pain, clutching your arm to your chest, and brings you to the yard where your parents horror stricken faces met you.

The rest you’d pieced together from your parents. They’d been furious. Although not at you, it was your Aunts fault in their eyes. You’d tried to tell them it was you who snuck out, you who had decided to brush the horse; but they wouldn’t listen. After your trip to the hospital where you had acquired a cast due to a broken arm, you stopped by your Aunts ranch.

Your parents had told you to wait in the car while they packed. Not soon after, the front door hand burst back open, your dad dragging your suit cases while your mother had hurled insults at a stricken looking Aunt Elise.

Through the cracked car window you could hear her apologising profusely from her porch steps, but your mother wasn’t listening, slamming the car door shut behind her.

The car wheels kicked up dust and dirt as your dad floored it away from the house and your tearful aunt.

Your last memory is turning to look through the back window, giving Elise a small wave, and her returning one with a sad tear streaked smile.

That was almost 20 years ago now, and you’d always wondered how Aunt Elise was getting on. You wanted to call her over the years to check in, but your mother claimed she didn’t have her number or address anymore, completely cutting her off from your lives.

You’d even managed to get your hands on an American phone book, but it seemed your Aunt wasn’t listed. You gave up after this, hoping she would reach out to you instead, but she never did.

Your heart aches for your Aunt, how abandoned she must have felt- your mother was her only family, and she hadn’t married or any kids as far as you knew.

You look at the contact number for the Law Firm, and your stomach twists into a knot. You’re not sure what to expect, you’d never had to deal with lawyers before - let alone being contacted by them about a death in the family.

You check the time, and it’s almost 2pm, making it almost 8am in Laredo, Texas. Just about the time businesses start to open for the day.

Before you can talk yourself out of it you grab the landline on the side table and punch in the number, nervously twiddling the phone cord around your fingers while you wait for it to connect.

It rings four times, before a bored sounding Latina woman answers.

“Good morning, you’re through to Taylor and Martinez Law Firm, how may I direct your call?”

“Uhhh…” words fail you as you try order your not-quite sober thoughts into a cohesive sentence.

“Hello?“ The woman asks with a sigh.

“Hi!” You cringe at how loud your voice sounds. “My names Y/N, um, I got a letter from you about my Aunt… she’s passed away, and I’m meant to contact you?” You say, swallowing around the lump in your throat from saying it out loud.

“I’ll put you through to Mr Taylor…” She says flatly.

You don’t need to wait long, when a booming Texan accent bursts through the receiver.

“Ms Y/L/N! I’m Mr Taylor, but please, call me Charles, I’m so glad you called, you got my letter, yes? I am so sorry for the loss of your Aunt. Elise was a wonderful woman, wouldn’t take no crap from no one, and ran that ranch as if she was a true Texan!”

You open your mouth to reply but Charles barrels on.

“Now we have some important matters to discuss, with you being her sole beneficiary, and I, as her administration of estate, must start the process of transferring her estates to to your name. I-“

You cut him off, before he can continue his speech, “Woah, I’m sorry, sole beneficiary? Estates…?

“Yes, I’m sure Elise discussed this with you when she was writing her will, but you are the only person she included…“

Your ears begin ringing for the second time that day. Your Aunty Elise had left /everything/ to you??

“I’m sorry,” you say stopping him again, “there must be a mistake, I haven’t seen or spoken to Elise since I was eight! You’re telling me she’s left me everything?”

There’s an uncomfortable silence where you can only hear Charles’ heavy breathing.

“…Well, yes! I have it in black and white in front of me, the ranch is to be yours, along with the house and animals - which the neighbouring ranch owner, Chucho, has been so kind to keep fed and watered till you can get here yourself! Now what’s the earliest you can get a flight over to Laredo?”

You stare at the receiver for a second, trying to wrap your head around this new information, causing it beginning to thump with an early hangover.

“Are you still there, Ms Y/L/N?”

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice even and make the snap decision. What’s holding you back anyway?

“Yes I’m here, I’ll need to go to the travel agents about the flight, but… I could get there by the end of the week?”

“Perfect! Please let me know as soon as possible when you will be arriving, and I will prepare the paper work for you to sign. Now not to worry, Elise has left strict instructions to settle any of her debts or outstanding payments before you gain your inheritance. I’ll look forward to hearing from you!”

You barely remember to say goodbye, although the line is already dead by the time you do.

You sit in silence for a minute.

Is this what shock feels like? Because I’m definitely shocked!

The phone is still in your hand and starts that piercing beep when you don’t hang up. You slam it in the cradle before picking it up again and dial your parents number.

Your mother answers. “Hello Y/L/N residents?”

“Mum, it’s me, I have some news about-“

“Oh, darling! I’ve been meaning to call, I bumped into my friend Samantha the other day, you remember her, the one with the limp?”

You do not remember, but that doesn’t matter as your mother continues anyway.

“Well she was telling me about her nephew, who’s recently divorced from his horrid wife, and we thought it would be a charming idea to set you both up! Isn’t that exciting?! I’ve passed on your phone number anyway so you should expect-“

“Yeah, yeah, sure whatever, mum.” You say rolling your eyes. “Listen, I have some news about Aunt Elise. I’m sorry mum… but she’s passed away, I’ve just got off the phone with her lawyer.”

“She was still alive?” Your mother gasps down the phone. “I thought all that fried food they eat over there would of got to her years ago!”

You press your mouth in a hard line, while your mother continues to bitch and make unfair assumptions about her dead sister. You don’t know why you thought she would care after all this time.

“She must of been sitting on a nice sum of money with that ranch of her’s, never had any kids or husband to drain the funds, did the lawyer mention about any inheritance?” Your mother asks hopefully.

Although you hadn’t seen your Aunt since childhood, you still loved her dearly; had always thought it was harsh of your mother to cut her off like that, and you unfortunately knew your parents well enough to know money was always at the top of their list.

“Yes, they did mention it actually, she’s donated everything to charity. I’ve been asked to oversee this and will be travelling to Texas by the end of the week.”

The lie fell easily from your tongue, and you didn’t feel bad for it.

“Oh, well I’m not surprised, she always was selfish my sister.” The disappointment in your mothers voice turns your stomach. “Anyway I better go, I’m meeting your father at the golf club in half an hour…”

You grit out your goodbyes and hang up.

You shouldn’t be surprised at your mothers coldness, she could barely show her only daughter any warmth.

Growing up there was always something to criticise with you, whether it be your fashion choices, weight or the rare boyfriends you bought home, it was never good enough. That’s why you moved as far from the pomp of North London as possible, to the ‘dirty south of the river’ as your mother had let slip once.

Grabbing your jacket and purse, and head towards the door to make the short walk to the travel agents on the high street.

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You run through Heathrow Airport, dashing and darting between holiday makers, and at one point almost trampled a toddler, his father snatching the child out your way. His face contorting in anger, although you didn’t hear his yelling behind you, instead focused on the airport PA system announcing the last call for your flight.

When you booked the trip at the shabby travel agents, you had to pick your jaw up off the ground at the price. You’d paid it nonetheless, digging into your meagre savings.

When you’d called Charles back to confirm that you would be arriving Friday morning he sounded overjoyed on the phone, but didn’t say much else other than making sure you had the firms address, and wished you a safe flight.

Not knowing what to expect when you arrived you decided to wait till you got to Laredo to book a place to stay.

Back in the airport your gate was in your sights. Sweat was running down your back, and not for the first time today you cursed your clothing choice of a blouse and pencil skirt for restricting your legs. No one was queuing and it was obvious you were the last to board.

You could see the gate staff shrugging their shoulders, hands reaching for the belt barrier as you charged towards them.

“WAAAIT!!” You scream across the terminal, waving your hands that clutched at your boarding pass and passport. Inwardly cringing at what a mad woman you must look as families and business men throw stunned looks your way.

You’re meters from the gate now, and you slow down to a jog as the surprised faced of the gate staff watch you panting for breath towards them.

“I’m…” *gasp* “here…” *gasp*, and you slap your ticket down on the counter.

Other than the disgruntled looks you get from your fellow passengers for being late as you board the plane, the flight is fairly uneventful.

You change at Houston Airport. Thankfully this time with more than enough time to get to the right gate, board your second flight and settle in, only now feeling like you could relax slightly being on the plane bound for Laredo.

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You relaxed too soon.

“What do you mean you don’t have it?!” You exclaim to the tired looking airport staff.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we aren’t able to locate your suitcase as it wasn’t checked in on your connecting flight.” The woman behind the desk explains again. “I suggest you call Houston Airport, and they should be able to locate it if it was on your first flight.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “If it was on my first flight?”

The staff member nodded grimly at you, and handed you a card they’d hastily written the number for Houston baggage claim.

Taking the hint of being dismissed, you turn around and with nothing else to do but continue on to Laredo town you head towards the exit.

Luckily you’d also taken a carry on with you, so you had a spare pair of underwear, make up and the contents of your purse on you.

The Texan heat is stifling as you step out the airport, instantly reacquainting you to the sweat patches you gained in your airport sprint back in England.

At least I’m not lugging round a suitcase in this heat - small mercies! You told yourself dryly.

You make your way to the shuttle bus station, double checking the time on the stand. Still five minutes early despite your issues with luggage.

You squeeze into the sliver of shade behind the timetable, desperate for some relief of the heat despite only being subjected to it for mere minutes.

The bus arrives (thankfully) on time. You get on, paying the driver for your ticket and finding a open seat by the window make yourself comfy for the short ride to the centre of Laredo.

Fields and their respective ranches stream by the windows, buildings and small homes slowly taking over the landscape as you near the town.

You pass a lonely rundown motel and bar you would of thought abandoned if it weren’t for the blinking ‘VACANCIES’ sign, and all too soon you were pulling into the bus stand marked as ‘Downtown Laredo’.

You step off, thanking the driver, and pull out the crumpled map you’d picked up in the airport, along with the small notebook you’d scribbled down the address Charles had given you.

It was only a short walk and you found the small red brick building easily enough, located in the middle of the Main Street.

As you head through the door a bell chimes overhead, and you step into a small reception area holding a wooden desk and a bored looking receptionist you guessed was the same you spoke to on the phone.

There are two doors at the back of the room, each marked with a gold name plate of the two Lawyers of the firm, ‘Taylor’ and ‘Martinez’.

You can hear loud but muffled voices coming from behind the one marked ‘Taylor’.

The receptionist greets you with a small smile, and a “How can I help you?”. You introduce yourself, and as the lawyer is evidently engaged, you’re directed to one of the chairs to wait.

You’d not sat for long before the ‘Taylor’ door bursts open, and a woman storms out followed by Mr Taylor himself.

Her pretty face was twisted in a scowl, obviously pissed about something.

She made it about halfway to the door to outside, before turning to face the lawyer who seemed to shrink under her glare.

“This isn’t over, Charles. That ranch is mine! My father had no right selling to that outsider all those years ago, and I want it back!” With that she turns, shooting you daggers before she puts her nose in the air and slams out the exit.

The man is left there, wringing his hands together, looking concerned at the door way the woman just vacated, before he notices you sat in the waiting area. He physically shakes himself, stretches his mouth into a smile, although his forehead is still wrinkled in worry as he turns to you.

“Ms Y/L/N I presume! I’m Charles, glad to see you arrived in Laredo, at last! Please, come through!” He says, ushering you into his office.

Charles takes a seat behind his desk that’s scattered with a number of documents, as you sit in the small chair opposite.

“Now, Y/N, as we discussed on the phone, your Aunt Elise has left you as the sole beneficiary to her estate. This includes the ranch, home and all her belongings on the property, as well as any funds in her bank account. I have the amount here if you would like to see?”

Charles doesn’t wait for you to answer before sliding the piece of paper towards you. You feel your eyes bug out as they fall on the significant amount of money stated at the bottom of the page. Enough that you could wipe your debts, and live a fairly comfortable life.

As you’re staring at the paper in front of you, you can feel Charles start to shuffle in his seat, and clears his throat.

“Before we continue, I must tell you that this money does come with terms that Elise has set. I did try and advise against this but she was insistent. She was requested that you only receive half the money now…”

You raise your eyebrows at this, wondering what sort of terms your Aunt could possibly have.

“… and to receive the full amount, you must stay at the ranch for a minimum of two months, run the ranch, tend the animals, and at the end of this time you will receive the rest of your inheritance, and may do so what you wish with the property.”

You blink at the man opposite you.

“Mr Taylor-“

“Please, call me Charles”

“Charles, I… Elise really left all this to me? And all I need to do is live at the ranch for two months? That’s it? Did she say why?” The questions all come at once.

Charles leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk and weaving his fingers together. “Your aunt was well known in this town, there was no denying she loved it, and although kept to herself for the most part was loved by many, but she never married, nor had kids. She did not specify why she has made these terms- and I admit they are a bit strange, however I believe she hopes you’ll fall in love with this place, as she once did.”

You nod, and once again words escape you.

Charles smiled at you kindly, and sits back in his chair.

“Please, take the weekend to decide, come by Monday with your decision. Oh! And before I forget, I have these for you.”

He moves to open one of the draws on his side of the desk, and pulls out a number of different coloured envelopes - there must be at least twenty of them bound together with a plastic band.

You take the stack he hands you, and you peer at the address neatly printed on the front. They all had your name, but with your parents address underneath, each stamped with ‘return to sender’ and your aunts address scribbled on the back.

Opening the envelope on the top of the pile reveals a child’s birthday card of a teddy bear holding a balloon with a number 9 on it. You open the card, already knowing what to expect - it was from your Aunt. She must of sent it the year after your parents had cut your holiday short and decided to stop contact, and it seems she sent one every year after that.

Anger swirls in your gut at your parents who’d evidently kept this from you, who denied you of a relationship you didn’t know you could of had with Elise.

You stuff the pile of cards into your bag, and stand, thanking Charles and telling him you’ll think about your Aunts proposal, and make your exit.

_______

After you’d left Taylor’s and Martinez’s, you’d walked to the cafe a few doors down that you’d spied on the way, ordered a coffee and baguette, and sat with your many thoughts.

It was hard to pin down exactly how you felt after your meeting with Charles, and the jet lag that was finally creeping up on you didn’t help.

You felt sadness for the loss of your Aunt Else, anger at your parents for keeping the cards she’d sent over the years from you, and confusion for what to do about your inheritance. Did you want to stay?

Unfortunately for you, there were more pressing matters, such as where you were going to sleep tonight. Plus you could really do with a shower.

Finishing your drink, you leave the cafe, and consulting your map again you start searching for a hotel.

_____

The sun is at its highest point in the sky now, and as you walk you can feel the heat beaming off the sidewalk.

The first couple hotels you find are nice enough, but all the rooms had been booked out for the weekend. Not letting that deter you, you carry on walking the streets. However each hotel you come to is either fully booked or out of your price range, and with each place you’re turned away from the more disheartened you become.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we’re fully booked this weekend, down to some festival they’ve put on for the kids.” Says the man behind the desk in a thick Texan accent. “Should’a booked before you came, pretty much everywhere is full!”

“Yeah, no shit.” You mutter, shoulders slumped in defeat, you walk back outside.

There was only one more place in your mind you knew had vacancies - the combined motel and bar you passed on the bus this morning. Although you really didn’t want to go there, there didn’t seem to be much other choice.

With a resigned sigh, you hike your bag up your shoulder, which had felt increasingly heavier from carrying it in the Texan heat, and walk back up the road leading out of town, accepting your fate.

______

Although the outside of the motel wasn’t much, if anything to look at, the inside could of been worse.

The room was small and sparse, but clean as long as you didn’t look too hard, and consisted of a double bed complete with a lumpy mattress, a small box tv, and had its own en-suit.

The decor was dated, with a shag carpet and wall paper you weren’t sure was meant to be brown or had just turned that hue in old age.

After you’d checked in and tipped the clerk, when he’d insisted on taking your bag and showing you to your room, you made use of the old phone on your bedside table to call Houston Airport about your luggage.

They had it, although it would take a few days to arrive, so you gave them the address to the motel and hung up.

After taking a shower, you finally gave in to playing through what you’d learned today with your mind. Thoughts you’d been pushing to the back in your quest to find a place to stay came rushing to the forefront.

Your mother had been lying to you about your aunt all these years. You’d asked for her address many times before you gave up, not knowing that your mother had been writing it on your cards before posting them back to Texas.

You pick up the phone, punching in your parents number. The anger from earlier had come back full force, your stomach knotted into a ball as you listened to the ring.

Your mother answered, “Hello,-“

“Mum, how could you?!” You cut her off, fighting to control the shake in your voice.

“Y/N? What on Earth are you talking about?”

“You’ve had Elise’s address this entire time!” You explode down the phone. “You’ve lied to me for years saying you had no contact!”

Your mother huffs down the phone as if your call is a mild inconvenience, which only gives fuel to your vexed state.

“I don’t know what you’re talk-“

“I’ve seen the cards you’ve been keeping from me, all this time Elise’s tried to contact me, /and you kept them from me!”

“Oh, Y/N, don’t be so dramatic. Yes I’ve sent back some cards over the years, it’s really nothing to get so upset about.”

Your mother actually laughs then, as if you’re just overreacting about something silly. The phone creaks under your grip.

“Some cards?! There are enough here to take us all the way up to my last birthday!” You take a deep breath, and decide for the first time you’re going tell your mother exactly how it is. “I can’t believe how selfish you are- actually no, wait, I can! You left her here to be alone, you cut off any family she had, and you didn’t even care when I told you she was dead! Only thinking of what money you could get from her, you selfish, thoughtless, old woman!”

You hear a gasp of shock before you slam the phone down, knowing calling her old probably offended her above all else.

You pace the small room, trying to quell the adrenaline pumping through you after talking to your mother like that. You’d never so much as spoken back to her, always doing as you’re told, but finally, having your say felt good.

As you pass the window you notice the sun had set while you were in your room, and the lights and blinking neon signs from the bar catches your eye.

A drink is definitely what you need right now.

You grab your room key and head out into the warm night air.

_____

Your heels stick to the wooden floor as you enter the run-down establishment. The other customers scattered around are middle-aged men wearing varying shapes and sizes of moustaches and stetsons.

As you walk towards the bar and perch on one of the cracked red leather stools, you can feel them giving you the side eye to see who the newcomer is before swivelling their eyes back to their pints.

A barmaid stands behind the bar shining glasses, and you catch her attention with a small wave.

“Hey, what can I get ya?” She asks, flashing a warm smile.

Your only goal right now was to drown your thoughts and residual anger as quick as possible, stumble back to your room and pass out.

“Three tequila shots, please” You say.

The barmaid raises her brow, but pours your shots and lines them up in front of you before being called away to another customer.

You down the first shot, barely wincing, and go to take the next one.

“Someone’s had a rough day.” You hear a deep gravely voice say from down the bar.

You glance over to a man sitting three seats down with a measure of whiskey in front of him. He’s wearing a deep red shirt paired with blue jeans, and assessing you with dark brown eyes that matches his wavy hair. His moustached mouth set in a small smirk.

You huff noncommittally, downing your second shot before answering, “Something like that.” You say turning in your seat towards him.

“So what brings a beautiful women to a bar like this? Boyfriend trouble?”

Smooth.

You let out a quick bark of dry laughter, “No boyfriend, try an unbearable mother.”

He nods, eyes unwavering as he stands and slides his whiskey along the bar to the seat next to you, and gestures in a way that asks if he can sit.

“Sure.” You shrug, taking your last shot as he takes a seat on the stool.

Javier pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket and lights one. “So, your accent tells me you’re not from around here?”

You can feel the tequila starting to take hold now, working quickly on your empty stomach, giving your voice more sass as you smirk back at him. “What are you, a cop?”

He chuckles into his glass as he takes a sip, and repeats your earlier words back to you. “At one point, something like that.”

You can’t help the half smile that twists at the side of your mouth. “No, I’m not from around here, just… visiting.” You say, not wanting to start talking about why exactly you were in Laredo. Besides, you came to the bar to forget, not discuss with a stranger.

“I’m Y/N.” You say, holding out your hand for him to shake, and hoping to direct the conversation away from why you’re in this town.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful face, I‘m Javier.” He grips your hand in his, and you can’t help notice how it dwarfs yours.

“Oh come on, does that usually work on all the girls?” A laugh escapes your lips while bat away his compliments.

A crinkle forms between Javier’s brows for a moment before he shrugs and his face breaks into a full and challenging grin. You note the cute dimple that appears when he does so, and you feel your stomach do a little flip.

“So, Javier, what are you doing here?”

He takes a long pull on his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ash tray in front of him. “Honestly, this is the only place I can drink without the towns people fussing over me.”

You hum, feigning a thoughtful expression, “So, from what you’ve told me so far you’re a local cop celebrity?” He grimaces for a second before you earn another flash of that smile that makes you stomach twist again.

Javier leans towards you, “Careful, or these guys will be bugging me for autographs.” While nodding towards the table of stetsons who obviously couldn’t care less about your conversation, causing you both to break out into laughter.

“Can I get you another drink?” Javier asks nodding at the empty shot glasses in front of you.

You accept, deciding to switch to a vodka soda. The tequila was still buzzing through your system but you could at least sip on this one.

As Javier orders from the bar maid you take in his profile, letting lost in mapping his strong jaw line with your eyes. Suddenly a spark of recognition hits you, but with the drink fogging your brain the thought slips away quickly.

He turns back to you catching you in the act and making a blush creep up your neck.

“So, if you’re just visiting, where are you staying, Y/N?” Javier asks.

You pick up the room key off the bar next to your drink and jiggle it in your hand, “I’m the proud occupant of room 105 in the fine establishment next door.” You say dryly, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Hmm, I’ve never had the pleasure, always wondered what inside that place looked like.” His eyes that seemed to darken before you, darting from yours to your lips and back again.

You raise your eyebrows, knowing where this was going, and didn’t want to stop it. It had been a long time since you’d had a man in your bed, and although you’re not the type to make rash decisions there was something about the one in front of you that sparked something in you.

Well this could be interesting…

The bar maid sets your drinks down, and you take a few deep gulps as you decided what you were to do with this information.

With the alcohol aiding your confidence, you hold Javiers gaze with your own, and before you can think of all the reasons not to, say “Well do you want to find out?”

Javier’s eyebrows shoot up at that, a surprised expression crossing over his features before he schools it into another smirk. “Lead the way.”

You each down your drinks and head out the door, only making round the side of the building before you feel his strong hands on your hips. His moustache tickles your neck as he trails soft kisses down it causing you to let out a whimper.

You turn in his arms, entwine your arms around his neck and crash your lips against his, tasting the whiskey and cigarettes. His hands kneed at your hips, his thumbs grazing under the hem of your shirt finding skin.

Javier pulls back, his pupils blown wide find yours. “Fuck, where have you been?”

You kiss him once more, take his hand and lead the way back to your room.

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girltomboy · 10 months

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My birthday weekend was so wonderful. My boyfriend and I attended the graduation ceremony for his class, he chose to not participate because he thought, since he didn't pass the year, he technically did not graduate. But we didn't know he *could* have participated, and they called his name but he was not there on the stage. And he tried to play it cool but I could tell he was a little bit hurt by it. He said it's meaningless anyway, since it's only symbolic and doesn't actually count as anything. I was frustrated that he wouldn't even go get his graduation diploma, but he insisted it's nothing so we forgot about it.

Near midnight he paused what we were watching and ran to the store to buy me a small cake and stuck a lit joint in it to wish me a happy birthday 😭 it was so cute I was sure I would cry but I didn't because I was happy in a cheerful way, not an emotionally raw way. And it was just funny. And he got me the pig plushie that I had seen in a thrift store window two days in a row. I literally wanted to go buy it myself but the store closes before I finish work. And on the day before my birthday when we walked by that store again, the plushie was not there anymore, and I wanted to point it out to him but I didn't (I regret not doing it now because I keep imagining what his reaction would have been!). And he also got me space erasers and a sweet card with a wooden whale on it. He only wrote "happy birthday, I love you" on it and apologized for not writing something more. I kind of expected to read more than that but I'm grateful for everything he did for me to have a nice birthday. He made me a delicious breakfast and then we went out and had taco bell and ice cream by the lake. And the next day my bestfriend came to the city with her boyfriend for some uni-related errands, and she gave me a lovely gift and introduced me to her bf. He is a guy she had been talking to for YEARS, he was texting her from Germany when we were in uni, and they were just friends talking about stuff. I remember how she used to tell me she thought about what if they were together, but she said she would not consider it because he's younger (and shorter). Really mind-blowing story they have. But they look cute together, and he's a Gemini like her. She told me about her job, and that she might come to the beach with us, which got me extremely hype and excited!! She got me a heat changing mug, some spring charms, and a colorful turtle bracelet that I never want to take off.

After that my bf left to his parents' house for the summer, and since then my week has been mostly empty, and so so so so sleepy. I had such a hard time waking up and staying focused at work the whole week. And it felt weird not looking forward to meeting and hanging out with my bf after work. I've just been napping and using my phone way too much. We video call but it's not the same, I like it way less now that I've had a taste of being with him physically everyday. Even though we spent the whole first 2 ish years of our relationship on video calls. But at least we spend time on discord with our other friends too, I'd been missing them and gaming together.

I only slept 5 hours last night and today I kind of want to go buy another box dye, a lighter shade this time. Last week I dyed my hair some kind of blonde, but it looks too warm for me, and my bf said it looks darker 💀 somehow. So I want to get that, some shaving foam, and body lotion. Also kitchen sponges, eggs, bread, some yogurt, parsley, and some razors. I plan on resuming my yoga routine (I've been perpetually exhausted and haven't done it in 4 days), using some hot cream for my back because it's been bothering me a bit, dye my hair + shower, and give myself a lotion massage. I've been watching OITNB and I forgot how emotional this show used to make me.

#tonight i want to game with my friends too #i hope i have some time to do everything

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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Hiii I really love your work! Could you write about Tom secretly or not secretly watching yoi have a Zoom Uni class? And maybe he teases you in a way, trying to make you laugh or he sends you text messages or something? And later when you're done and he has a meeting,you tease him right back?

Hope you're having a lovely day 💞

a/n hey anon!! this was a really cute idea but I have another req for the vice versa bit, so only did the first half in this- I hope u don't mind :)

warnings: implied smut at the end but rlly just a fluffy cringe fest

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Early mornings where never you’re favourite and this one wasn’t an exception to the rule. The LA sun was flooding through the curtains that had been hurriedly thrown almost-closed last night as you huffed into the duvet. You needed to get up - but you definitely didn’t want to. To be fair, you’d only arrived the day before and were still acclimatising to the jet lag - though Tom’s presence certainly made everything alot easier.

Especially as you’d been without him for so long, the pandemic meaning you hadn’t been able to make the long-weekend trips you usually would’ve. So when at the beginning of may, Tom had offered for you to come out and stay with him for half the summer (while he was busy working). There was only really one answer…. free holiday with the absolute specimen of a human who you call your boyfriend? Yes please.

It did mean though, that you had flown out before the end of the semester. Only by a week and it didn’t make much difference because you only had a few zoom lectures - but they were compulsory. So even if you were living in the US, you had to follow your UK school timetable. Hence why you had to get up at 6:30, to make your UK time 14:30 lecture.

The arms around you seemed to have other ideas, huffing and only pulling you tighter when you tried to wriggle out of his embrace. You groaned in annoyance, mainly because he was making it more and more tempting to stay huddled up against him.

“Toooooommm I gotta get up” Clearly not agreeing, he just squeezed you to his chest tighter, whilst emphatically shaking his head - all with his eyes still firmly pressed shut.

“Let go! I have a lecture!” Still not letting up , he just shook his head once again - making his bed hair especially wild as it dragged against the linen pillows.

With a sigh you turned in his death grip, now being able to see his puffy morning eyes pressed firmly shut. First you arched up and pressed a soft kiss to his chin, then jaw and then nose.

“Seriously T, I need to show up to this one.” Because yes, you might’ve already had an absence from yesterday, where you had both slept through the alarm.

“-o it-’” Croaking so much so you couldn’t even puzzle out what he said, the man cleared his throat before trying again, the sound reverberating in his chest. “ uhmm do it from bed, don’t go.”

That had you pouting at his cuteness. Ever since you’d arrived he’d been unbelievable clingy to you, barely letting you out of his sight. You showered together; he sat and stared whilst you did your skin care routine; even at restaurants he insisted on sitting next to you with his hand on your knee. When you had asked him, the only reasoning you got was a shrug and a muttered ‘I missed you’. Never, ever would you complain about Tom’s attention. But…. you really needed to get to your laptop.

“I can’t babe thats not very profess-“

“-wont even be able to tell.”

As much as you tried, you couldn’t ever really deny Tom anything. Not when he cracked his eyelids open, revealing the softest warm brown eyes, coupled with a lazy smile. So yes, you ended up quickly getting changed into one of Toms old burgundy tops, running a brush through your frizzy hair and then clambering back into bed. You balanced your laptop on a tray on top of a box, so the angle was less obvious that your backdrop was a headboard. Instantly Tom had half-asleep turned over to lay his messy head on your lap. And with a half sigh half laugh, you logged on- once in the waiting room bringing a hand down to trail your nails through Tom’s hair which made him groan with delight.

It was all going so well too, up the point where breakout rooms were announced and you had to talk - your chipper voice and laughs with your course mates rousing Tom from his sleep. Every time he almost lifted his head into the view of the webcam, you were very quick to slam it back down, forcing him back onto your lap.

Eventually he got bored of the restrictions, as well as not being very into the history module you were all puzzling over- so slid out of bed into the shower. Once he was gone you did almost sigh in relief, you had thought that Tom in his friendly-idiot manner would end up getting you caught at some point. Especially as our relationship was so secretive, none of your course mates knew you weren’t single - imagine their shock if an a lister popped up in the zoom class.

But oh, the relief did not last long at all.

The issue was Harry had gone out for the day. It was just you and Tom in his fancy rented LA house. And, as mentioned, Tom was being clingy as hell. It couldn’t of been more than 20 minutes before the fluffy haired brunette was back in the room - pouting when he saw you still on the computer.

Even though you shooed him away, Tom just cocked his head to one side, a small smirk on his face. And you knew. You knew he was going to be a little shit. He slinked over the bed, perching at the foot next to where your feet lay.The warning look you shot him, metaphorical daggers coming out your eye did absolutely nothing - you watched his hand pin your right ankle down before stroking the sole of your foot. Familiar shivers shot up your leg and it took everything in you to not kick out, launching the laptop across the room as tickled you.

Soon though he stopped, you pulled yourself into a cross legged position, readjusting the laptop and trying to concentrate back on the lecturer. Seeing your disinterest, Tom hopped up off the bed and you thought he was leaving. But no. No you were wrong. He just stood at the foot of the bed, hands on hips as he appeared to listen intently to the lecturer too.

Clearly Tom was an actor, he was pretty good at accents. You should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to resist the impersonating your academic staff - who happened to have a strong Somerset accent.

Pretending to ignore Tom as he hunched up and widened his stance - to imagine the physicality of your lecturer- you narrowed your eyes at the computer screen. Then though, a deep booming farmer-like voice came out your well spoken south london boy - god you were glad you’d stuck the mute button on as soon as he had entered.

“And then as your reading in chapter twel-“

“And then as yowr readinf in chapter twelve….” Tom echoed the lecturer loud and proud, making it completely impossible for you to attempt to concentrate. As much as you wanted to be furious at him- well, all it took was one look.

He was holding his face in some sort of duck pout and all the movements were extra pronounced and exaggerated. You couldn’t help it- instantly you burst out laughing, having to turn off the video for fear of anyone noticing.

Seeing he’d got a rise out of you, Tom was only spurred on, continuing the dramatic acting with a new found confidence. That was until you got yourself under control, face turning like a switch from joy to fury.

“Shut the hell up!”

And he did, for a few minutes, whilst pouting like a told-off toddler. In a strop, he sat down, shoulders slumped at the edge of the bed. Oh how wrong your were, when you thought you’d won - with a satisfied smile concentrating back on the laptop screen. Just in time to hear the lecturer FINALLY starting to rounding up the lecture.

“Alright so next session we’re-“ Before he’d even stammered his way to the end of the sentence, Tom’s face had switched up once again - into one of mischief as he started crawling up the bed either-side of your legs. One strong arm reached out to touch the back of your laptop lid and before you could protest he was pushing it down, till it landed with a small ‘clunk’.

“You did not just do that!” Yelling at him, you sat up so now he was kneeling across your lap.

“But I just did.” He mimed a mic drop which had you cringing hard, staring at him in disbelief. Okay the lecturer was beginning to round off, but that conclusion could’ve gone on for 5 minutes at least!

“Oh you are so in for it Holland.”

You’d meant it as a threat, as a sort of ‘I’m-going-to-make-your-life-a-living-hell” but the bright eyed boy before you had other plans. Wordlessly he nodded, then placed your laptop on the bedside ; then pushed you down on the bed. His legs either side of you, his arms like rockets to pin yours either side your head.

“Ah but you see my love…” he tutted, with a wide smile, hhis breath fanning down onto you as he took your breath away. “That is exactly what I want.” Immediately his lips were on yours, the both of you fighting for dominance as you arched your head up to get extra purchase on him.

“I hate… I hate you… so bloody much” It was hard to talk when his intoxicating lips were moving against yours, melting away all your resistance.

“Hmmm… well its… its a good thing… that I love you.”

He was impossible and no doubt you’d missed the prep work for tomorrows lecture. But having him there, body pressed against yours, after months apart.

Well, you wouldn’t mind failing the module for him.

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dysfunctionalcrab · 3 years

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babysitter

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

description: george is left to babysit your niece

warnings: mentions of a future family? just in case that makes you uncomfortable.

[y/n/n] - your nieces name

[y/s/n] - your siblings name (gender neutral too)

note: i’m not too sure about this imagine, please a like or reply if you actually enjoyed! - niss

you woke up to the sound of your alarm blasting your ear off, if you hadn’t turned it off right there you probably would have gone deaf.

george was sleeping like a baby beside you, you could hear his quiet snores. you were surprised he didn’t wake up to the sound of your ear-piercing alarm.

turning on your phone, you glanced at the time that read 12:30. you sighed in annoyance as you registered that you only had half an hour before you had to be on your way to university. so you got up and began your normal morning routine, brush your teeth, shower, have breakfast and finally get dressed. however, as you were packing your bag, almost ready to go, you received a notification from your [sibling]

[y/s/n]: we’re 5 minutes away!!!

[y/s/n]: thank you so much for agreeing to do this :)

fuck.

it completely slipped your mind. you had promised to take care of [y/n/n] for today, your 7 year old niece, while your [sibling] was at their job interview. regardless, you texted them a quick ‘no problem’ before rushing upstairs to wake up george.

he was still sleeping, but now he was completely hiding under the covers with one arm sticking out. you hated to interrupt his beauty sleep but this was more important. you began to shake him awake.

“babe,” you shook him

“wake up,”

“george,” you removed the covers off his face

“wake the fuck up!” you started poking his sides. usually, you would be a little less... harsh, but you were panicking.

finally the boy rose from his slumber, groaning and stretching all his limbs. he blinked a couple times before meeting your eyes

“good morning,” he said softly, as if he completely just disregarded your tone of desperation and worry.

you pulled him by his arm and he sat upright,

“you need to get up right now,” you told him

“what’s going on?” he questioned, clearly confused as you weren’t giving him any context

“you need to take care of [y/n/n] for today, i have classes today, and i need to leave in 5 minutes and [y/s/n] has a job interview and there’s nobody else to take care of her,” you rushed out all in once sentence.

“are you serious?” he narrowed his eyes at you. “you know how bad i am with kids, especially [y/n/n] , she hates me,”

that was partly true. unfortunately, your niece wasn’t exactly fond of george. ever since you even started dating,m, [y/n/n] acted cold towards your boyfriend, it only got worse when you moved in with him. she always refused to play a game if george was going to participate, or never accepted any high fives or hellos from him. you felt sympathy for george. this child despised him and now you were asking him to look after her.

“please, i’m begging you,” you looked at him with pleading eyes. his eyes softened up after recognising the urgency of the situation.

“fine,” he agreed. you sighed out of satisfaction that you didn’t have to stress out [y/s/n] over finding a new baby sitter.

“thank you so much,” you pressed a small kiss to his lips appreciatively.

right at that moment, you two heard the doorbell ring. you urged george to get ready as fast as he could while you went down stairs and greeted your [sibling] and your niece.

“auntie/uncle [y/n]!” [y/n/n] yelled as you opened the door, immediately rushing into your arms. she looked a lot taller than the last time you saw her

“how’s my favourite girl?” you picked her up and swung her, before placing a little kiss on her head

you gave your [sibling] a quick hug. they handed you a bag full of toys, teddies and colouring pens, along with a spare set of clothing just in case [y/n/n] got a little messy throughout the day. and some quick reminders about her favourite foods or how to get her stop crying. you’d looked after her before, so all of it was pretty familiar to you

“again, thank you so, so much, you have no idea how much you’re helping me.” they told you. your [sibling] gave [y/n/n] a kiss on the cheek and told her to be a ‘good and kind little girl’ before finally exiting the household.

george, at last, made his way down. wearing a decent pair of jeans and a hoodie, giving an awkward wave to [y/n/n]

you checked the time and knew you had to get going. you had to explain to her that uncle george was going to be the one looking after her today. and after one whole tantrum, you managed to convince her to be a good girl by promising to give her a big reward afterward.

finally, you kissed [y/n/n] and george a goodbye , then shut the front door behind you.

george and [y/n/n] stood opposite each other. there was an uncomfortable silence in the air. george felt so...he didn’t even know. what do you say to a child who hates you? [y/n/n] tightly clutched her bag of toys.

“so, [y/n/n],” george cleared his throat, he bent down to her level. “i hear you like toy story?”

[y/n/n] pouted “i don’t like you” she said, and stomped away.

george sighed. this was going to be a long day.

and it was.

it started off with [y/n/n] innocently using her colouring pens and drawing random things, you know, as children do. but when she ran out of paper, she made her way to your office, where all your uni work was. she grabbed the closest piece of paper that was sitting on your desk, deciding it was going to be the next canvas for her art. this paper just happened to be a very important assignment.

when george caught her in the act, he had to physically tear her away from your office, in defiance of all her kicking and screaming.

then, when george accidently left the door to your shared bedroom open. [y/n/n] waddled in without him noticing, she started playing with all of his devices. his computer, his microphone, and somehow she got a hold of his headphones, and took out the battery. george didn’t realise until he noticed the cover missing. he tried to ask her nicely where she threw the battery. but she insisted that she wasn’t going to give it back unless he stopped being ‘mean’

when lunch time rolled around, george put a pizza in the oven, he remembered clearly that [y/n/n] loved pizza, specifically pepperoni. nothing could go wrong here.

but when he called her to the kitchen so she could receive her lunch. she just stared blankly at the pizza, and then at him. she crossed her arms

“[y/n] usually makes a smiley face with the pepperoni”

george just felt all his will to live just disappear

coloured pens and toys were spread out all across the living room floor, [y/n/n] was sitting in front of the tv, george put on one of her favourite shows which thankfully distracted her for a bit, allowing him to relax. he pulled out his phone and texted you

to [y/n] <3 : help me please

to [y/n] <3: i cant take this anymore, i’m literally dying rn

to [y/n] <3: come home quick

he exhaled heavily, throwing his phone to the side. he was so exhausted.

[y/n/n] was roleplaying with her toys, making them move around and doing squeaky little voices. george smiled at the innocence

“purple bear doesn’t play with us anymore. princess giraffe, mr. george took her away from us,” she spoke in a high pitched voice

george’s ears perked up. how funny that she had a teddy named ‘mr. george’. curiously, he watched the little girl.

“koala george, is a meanie, he stole purple bear and now they don’t want to hang out with us!”

it didn’t take a genius to find out what [y/n/n] was displaying through her role playing teddies.

that was why she didn’t like george. before they got together, [y/n] mentioned they almost spent every weekend with [y/n/n], playing with her and having fun with her.

she felt abandoned by [y/n] and felt as if george had taken them away from her .

george felt at fault as he noticed the girls eyes started to water.

“does purple bear love us any more?” she continued to play.

george decided it was enough and he switched off the television. he joined [y/n/n] on the floor and grabbed the teddy that was supposedly ‘koala george’

“[y/n/n]” he spoke softly. the little girl looked up at him expectantly. he held up the teddy.

“is this supposed to be me?” he questioned her.

“that’s a koala bear,” she answered

“no-, [y/n/n],” he said. he thought about how to ask her, and just chose it was best to be flat out with the child,”

“did i steal auntie/uncle [y/n] away from you?”

the question took her by surprise. she gazed at him with big wide eyes. she thought about her answer and grabbed the purple bear, which was supposed to be you.

“they don’t play with me as much anymore, they’re always with you, because of you, they don’t love me anymore,” she pulled a face, it wasn’t angry, it wasn’t annoyed.

it was a genuinely sad face.

george was sure he physically felt a pang of guilt in his stomach. he never even comprehended the fact that a child could feel so rejected.

“listen... [y/n/n],” he said gently. he thought about his words. comforting someone wasn’t exactly his strongest point, particularly not a child who detested him “[y/n] will never stop loving you, okay? they love you very much, and i’m sorry you feel like i stole them ”

[y/n/n] continued to listen.

“but don’t forget that [y/n] has so much love to go around! look, they love you, and they love me, they love grandma and grandpa too! they will always love one another even if they can’t see each other often,”

[y/n/n] stayed silent. she fiddled with the purple teddy, folding its ears and patting its head. she loved that bear. it was actually gifted to her by you, when she was first born. she brought it to her chest and hugged it. george tried a different approach.

“listen, how about- this weekend, we can all go to the park together, and have a picnic. you, me, [y/n], and your parents too,”

she continued to just stay silent. george didn’t know what to expect, she was unpredictable, was she going to throw another hissy fit? or start to cry? he wasn’t sure

“can we also get ice cream?” she asked

george smiled and felt himself relax. thank god. “all the ice cream you want,” he told her

[y/n/n] stood up and giggled. like her whole entire mood did a whole fucking 180. “okay! let’s go play dress up now!”

———

7:45 pm. you finally arrived home. you were tired out of your mind. [y/s/n]’s interview was delayed by two hours and was currently half way back home, meaning you had enough time to spend with [y/n/n]

you unlocked the door, expecting to see a giant tsunami of toys and colouring pencils and pens, but what you saw was the most heart warming thing ever.

george was sleeping on the couch, his head resting on the armrest. he had a couple pink bows in his hair, his lips were painted a hot pink, he was wearing a couple sparky bracelets and a purple floral necklace.

in his lap, [y/n/n] rested her head, she was wearing a fairy costume with matching pink bows and sparkly bracelets.

you quickly snapped a photo of this wholesome moment. because, who wouldn’t? you spent a few minutes just watching the two sleep, they were probably just as tired as you.

moments like these made you really appreciate the people you had in your life. the people you love so dearly much.

you didn’t want to disrupt the ambience but you felt it was better for your [sibling] to collect your niece when she wasn’t covered in glitter and an overload of pink accessories.

you quietly woke george up,

“baby, wake up.” you shook him awake, gently. in a very different way than you did this morning. he opened his eyes. and immediately smiled upon seeing your face. you ran your thumb across his cheek

“it looks like you two had a lot of fun,” you teased.

he quietly chuckled. “she’s okay,” he told you. looking down at the little girl sleeping in his lap.

you slowly and carefully picked her up, removing any accessories you thought may seem uncomfortable to sleep in. she was a heavy sleeper.

you carried her upstairs, tucking her into you and george’s bed and placing a kiss upon her forehead. you turned back to george and rushed in for a bear hug

“thank you so much for doing that,” you said. “i love you so much, i know it probably wasn’t easy, she can be quite the handful,”

george chuckled. “handful is an understatement,”

“you’d better be willing to dress up like that with our own kids one day.” you stated, hugging him tighter.

his face broke out into a small smile, having thought of an image of you two playing with you future kids. he kissed top of your head and then your nose

“maybe one day”

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backtoyuta · 3 years

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NCT 127: How they would be as coworkers in a shitty office

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❁ [Taeil] King of the welcome wagon; If it was your first day working in a small dinky business, Taeil will make it his sole responsibility to make the environment as inviting as possible. After all, the business wasn't some glamorous well known company, nor was it an exciting new start up, so Taeil made it his mission to paint the office as pretty as he could before you could decide if the job was too boring to keep. If you ask any of his co-workers they'll tell you nobody put him in charge of welcoming the newbie, but it seemed everybody but you noticed him do a double take at the receptionist's desk where you waited to be shown around. Soft moments included him making you a coffee every time he left to make his own, making a point of clearing a little space in the communal fridge for your lunch and hanging around while trying to maintain a respectful distance in case you had any queries so he could be the first to answer them. If you were low-key dreading your first day, you kinda forget about the nerves quickly because of his kindness and tells you cheerfully "See, we don't bite." Will make sure you have everything you need, down to the last sticky note and ball point pen, and smiles bashfully at you when you go to thank him.

❁ [Johnny] cheesy office romance; It was quite impressive really, the fact that Johnny managed to unlock every single office romance cliche you could think of and he wasn't subtle about it either. Though there was no policy really about dating co-workers, the whole situation was a tiny bit embarrassing given the blatant flirting from the titan walking around in his shirt and tie, always throwing devilish smiles from over the photocopier. Even if his desk was miles away from yours, there would always be an excuse to stroll by your work space to drop off some paperwork personally, or remind you of the meeting happening in the afternoon despite the email reminder going around. Johnny really put his bladder through it since he now took too frequent trips to the water cooler that was so conveniently placed next to your desk. The whole office gagged when you finally agreed to go for drinks after work. The hours were spent buying each other pints and admiring him with his tie loosened and shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing the delicate tattoos that decorated the skin there before calling it a night and letting him kiss you on your porch after walking you home. You kind of became the height of office gossip, which Johnny thrived in, but you couldn't really be mad when you were dating that tall glass of water after all.

❁ [Taeyong] The receptionist with first aid training; Stapling your finger was embarrassing enough, imagine the heat flooding your cheeks when the receptionist appears at your desk clutching the first aid kit, big kind eyes glancing at your finger empathetically. Taeyong was the first face you saw when you walked through the door, that alone making a wonderful first impression, also he was a very diligent worker. He never made a fuss when you asked him to fax something, make a memo or photocopy, and when you had to ring the office because you left your keycard and needed to be let in, he laughed that off with you too while assuring that it happened all the time. On the blasted day you aimed the stapler at your paper but instead caught your finger, Taeyong was the first to perk from behind his desk at your exclamation of "Ow!" and was by your side before you knew it. He apologised profusely at the sting of an anti-bacterial wipe and wrapped your finger gingerly in a plaster, his chair scooted towards you and your knees bumping occasionally. You were pretty sure every female in the office was crushing on him and you were one of many, but you couldn't help the blush when you received a private IM chat asking if you wanted to get coffee after work: "Date? :)" he wrote at the end of the message. You wasted no time typing on your computer a reply, sneaking a glance at his face from behind the desk and exchanging a smile before looking busy once again.

❁ [Yuta] The guy that lowkey terrified you; Yuta was the co-worker that, whether it was on purpose or not, pushed you away with sheer intimidation and sinfully good looks. When you first encountered him in the office you were sure he was a model undercover, and when that was debunked you were sure he must have had a much higher level and higher paying job than you. His presence read corporate, the cologne you sometimes caught a whiff of smelt expensive and you could easily picture him in a big leather chair in a tall glass building barking orders at people. What surprised you was behind the intimidating aura, lay the humility of any of your other co-workers. All it took was one painfully awkward conversation in the break room and with the power of pointless small talk you learnt that his weekend plans didn't involve a modelling side hustle like you expected, but rather being a homebody, watching animated movies and cooking dinner for one instead. When you did finally enter an established relationship with him, expect impulsive moments like being tugged into the copier room so he can press his lips to yours and run his hands through your hair, or intense staring contests when other male co-workers demanded your attention. Overall, he was terrifying, but his redeemable qualities involved making dates after work so you had something to look forward to, buying your favourite cake during office parties and volunteering to do overtime with you so you would always be entertained.

❁ [Doyoung] The manager that scares you shitless; For the position of local branch manager, Doyoung exuded way more power and intimidation than what was probably warranted. Maybe that was why he managed to get the branch performing so well, everybody dreaded being called into his office for "friendly chitchat" after making a small mistake. When you first arrived, you steered as clear from him as possible, only venturing near his office when absolutely needed. What you didn't see was the way he would watch you intently in your little office nook, always appreciating how hard you worked and how cute you looked in your office get-up. You often squirmed at the amount of eye-contact he gave you when he ran meetings and you would glance around to see if anyone else was experiencing the same thing. Nope, just you. When he did call you into his office that one time you were quaking in your shoes. You had already convinced yourself you were fired before you had even reached his office door, but the feeling was replaced soon enough with confusion when he did eventually speak to you. "I just wanted to ask... would you be interested in.... this corporate training program?" He rushed. My god, your boss was just as awkward as the next bumbling guy. It would be a while before he asked you on an official date, dinner for two, also quite a bit of paperwork to fill out with HR, but you would come to realise his icy exterior wasn't all that icy when he wasn't in work-mode.

❁ [Jaehyun] The temp that never left; Jaehyun was fresh from university, now venturing into the world of work but still had the boyish aura that set him apart from the rest of the men in the office. From the way he spoke to you over lunch in the break room you could tell he was full of ambition, but also didn't seem to be in any rush to leave this job any time soon. Jaehyun was the guy who you initially tried not to get too close to, since you were under the impression that he would be leaving after completing the temporary placement and when he left it would hurt like a bitch. However, you could have sworn his placement ended like a month ago, but eventually you learnt that he somehow managed to talk himself into a full-time position. "Oh that, yeah, I guess I just realised I had more reasons to stay." He shrugged as casually as he could when you asked about it. You couldn't deny that you were happy, not when you saw his smiling face in the conference room saving you a seat, hearing his outrageous stories from uni and always being the two to get a little too drunk at corporate parties and being sent home in a taxi of shame. Romance blossomed when you remembered that one drunken kiss in the backseat and you both bonded when your boss gave you the cold shoulder after arriving to work a little more than dishevelled and with a hangover.

❁ [Jungwoo] Desk buddy; Honestly, who could hate their job when they had a sweet Jungwoo sitting at the desk adjacent to theirs. You kinda scored when your boss appointed you this specific desk because Jungwoo took to you almost embarrassingly quick. It made your heart swell looking at all the little knick knacks on his desk; toys to fiddle with and colourful sticky notes, this was just one part of his persona. You were a little shocked when he offered you a cigarette during the lunch break, kind of exposing a duality you didn't know existed, but nobody could be that wholesome of a person. Monday to Friday 9-5 was filled with Jungwoo ping-ponging back and forth between these traits, any off handed comments he would mutter to you when the boss was giving an announcement or the conversations you would overhear him having with a friend over the phone would remind you he wasn't a total puppy of a human being. However, the way he always offered to share a snack and would flick paper and notes at you playfully was also very much him being himself. You always fluttered a little at the smirk he would throw your way when your manager was talking something boring or ridiculous, it seemed those smirks were only reserved for you. It didn't take long before he became your best friend in the office, if he wasn't in that day you were in the right mind to just call it quits yourself (and vice versa), he was the guy that made the long hours that much more bearable.

❁ [Mark] The bumbling intern; When it came to responsibilities in the work place, you tried to delegate as little of that as possible to Mark the intern. It was cute really, the guy put in 110% effort into his tasks and yet when it came to coffee orders, photocopying or sending out a memo, something nearly always went wrong. You couldn't help but admire his enthusiasm, also that he made an effort to know everybody in the office, including the cleaners. Mark was one of the first people to greet you when you joined, waving around a little notebook of Starbucks orders and a company card to splurge, urging you to write down whatever you wanted. A simple task right? Rookie mistake. Bless him, you would never tell him how his mistake of getting full dairy rather than the soy you requested led to a night on and off the toilet, but that just scratched the surface of his office blunders. Somehow, he never cost the company too much, but there was a reason why the poor boy never got promoted beyond intern. He wasn't deterred though, he'd lean up against your desk while you made idle chit chat and he'd tell you that he liked his job and he didn't aspire to be the best in this business. Where he really proved himself was during company functions, you'll never forget during the annual employee bbq when he asked you your favourite song so he could sing it melodically accompanied skilfully with a guitar. Mark's contributions to the work place were always a little unpredictable, but he kept things interesting and people, including you, genuinely enjoyed having him around.

❁ [Haechan] Probably the reason you get fired; Even in the workplace, Haechan can't deny himself a bit of mischief. He made a stellar first impression by rocking up half an hour late, sending your boss a half arsed apology and plonking down at the desk across the room from yours. To be honest, he kind of annoyed you at first, his attitude came off immature and you didn't appreciate how distracting he was when you had work to do. However, things started to change at some point. Haechan was the guy that convinced you to ditch the office party and sit on the rooftop with him to watch the city lights, the guy that sent out ridiculous memos just to catch you smile and the guy eventually became the reason for you own demise after he started picking you up for breakfast most mornings. When the manager called you in his office after being late the third time in a row, you ducked your head and mumbled something about traffic while hiding a croissant wrapper in your pocket, Haechan covered a laugh with a cough and apologised on behalf of both of you. When you asked him about why he never seemed to give a shit about anything, you learnt that it was because he had a taste for adventure; "Don't tell me you wanna stay and work here forever? Don't you wanna do something more... exciting with your life?" He asked you incredulously, like the answer was obvious. He kinda got you, no, you didn't want to work in a dingy office for the rest of you life. To be honest, when he painted a picture of moving to a big city, or taking a road trip, or just fucking off to the suburbs you didn't hate the sound of that either. When you were both sat there in your manager's office, signing off on a severance package, you weren't even mad. You didn't have time to be, Haechan was already clasping your hand and leading you to his car and laughing about finally being free, tugging his tie from around his neck whilst driving no where in particular- the start of an adventure.

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theasstour · 3 years

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𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟒𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

A/N: Now that we’re at the end of year 1, there will be a lil pause in updates for the time being, just fyi! Next update will be on Sunday 23rd May and then every Sunday until the end of the second year again, which is a tag bit longer and MUCH more eventful than the first year aiajfiegj ✨ Anyway !!! Enjoy chapter 11, it’s a Lot 🏛️🦅

December 2013

Though Y/N was used to her sister doing things when she wanted to and not really having a care in the world for what anyone else would think, it still took her a little by surprise when she walked in the direction of the woods. The sisters had helped their parents carry all the luggage indoors, not doing so would result in Lottie scolding them for being lazy. Neither wanted the Christmas cabin trip to start on a bad note.

“You coming?!” Marcela called to her sister, stopping by a tree and resting her hand against it.

“Coming…” Y/N said to herself, looking over at the cabin door that still stood open before glancing in Marcela’s direction again. “Coming where?!”

“Let’s take a walk!”

It was just about to get dark, the sky above them white like a cotton blanket was draped lazily over the south of Wales, but greying with an oncoming storm. The last time Y/N had been to Newport was a weekend in October, but it had been raining constantly, so she had not taken the time to walk around the forest or stroll down to the ocean a mere 10-minute walk from the cabin. She had just been indoors, reading The Picture of Dorian Gray and not feeling any sort of need to leave the cabin’s four warm walls. Marcela had been in Manchester then, busy with uni work, and planning on spending the weekend studying in the library. She had an article that needed to be written for the UoM’s monthly academic journal, she said she wanted to finish it as quickly as possible, so Y/N had not asked her sister to drop it and come regardless. Though she had very much wanted to do just that.

“Y/N!”

Y/N walked over to her sister instantly, jogging a little to reach her before Marcela just turned around and started walking on before they were side by side. Though the trees around them weren’t many, they were big. Huge beech trunks rose up from the ground around them sporadically, their massive branches stretching out around them like the long, slithering limbs of many insects. Different coloured leaves covered most of the forest floor, though some brown and yellow still lingered in the dark, old trees. In summertime, most of the forest was left in shade, covered up by the thick layer of leaves that rose high above them, preventing actual sunbeams from touching the ground.

“Any idea what you’re gonna be wearing for New Year’s Eve?” Marcela asked once the two of them had walked a minute in silence.

New Year’s Eve was just a few days away, and the family planned on spending it alone in Newport. Marcela usually spent it with Kit and friends in Manchester, but it had been a while since she had celebrated a proper Brazilian New Year’s Eve. Though the Montes family usually spent it in Nottingham with the rest of their big family, Davi and Lottie wanted to try and spend this one with just the four of them. Neither one of the sisters were opposed to the idea, it just meant they wouldn’t have to watch their primos, Edgar at 7, Valentim at 5, and Raimundo at 2, while tia Gilma and tio Jaren ate their Véspera de Ano Novo dinner undisturbed. They loved their primos dearly, but it often left both of them massaging their temples to get rid of a throbbing headache afterwards.

“I brought a white tee shirt and some white joggers,” Y/N said, wrinkling her nose. “I hate wearing white.”

“Why, it doesn’t go with your gothic-black-clothing type of lifestyle?” Marcela laughed, reaching up and picking a yellow leaf off a branch.

Y/N did not feel like telling Marcela why she hated wearing white. And in turn therefore hated part of New Year’s Eve. Only that one part.

Davi always started off every Réveillon, or every new year, by knocking on his daughters’ doors and exclaiming, “Ano novo, vida nova!” New Year, new life. Brazilians are extremely superstitious when it comes to New Year’s Eve. What you do, eat, and wear on New Year’s Eve, will draw certain energies and wishes for the upcoming year. New Year’s Eve in Rio de Janeiro is a massive beach party from Copacabana Beach to Ipanema and beyond. Millions upon millions of people gather at their nearest beach to celebrate, starting early in the evening and going all night, Y/N had always dreamed of one day experiencing that herself. She had been to Brazil, but never on New Year’s Eve.

One of the Brazilian traditions for New Year’s is to wear all-white. Y/N was told by Davi years ago that the tradition came from African religions as an homage to the God Oxalá. It was then adopted by Roman Catholics and Evangelists alike, and though their family wasn’t religious, they practiced this regardless. Another tradition that you did alongside the all-white, was that you have to wear coloured underwear on New Year’s, and it all depended on what you want you want the new year to bring.

“I brought a white dress,” Marcela explained. “What colour?”

“Hmm, I brought a few colours. Think I might go with laranja.”

“Orange,” Marcela smiled. “Professional success. Good choice.”

“And you?”

“Amarelo.”

Y/N blinked. “Yellow.”

“Luck,” Marcela said. “What do you think everyone that sees us at the beach on New Year’s Eve are gonna think? They’ll see us jumping into the water and into seven ondas.” Marcela laughed. “Unless they know of Brazilian culture, they won’t understand what’s going on.”

Y/N smiled.

“Let’s confuse them.”

“Going into the ocean at midnight and jumping into seven waves for good luck, is nice.” Y/N wrinkled her nose. “If the water just hadn’t been so cold.”

“And we need to jump into the ice-cold waves head-on.”

“But you can make one wish for each wave.” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s been a while since we got to do that, not a lot of ocean in Notts.”

Marcela smiled. “If only we were in Copacabana.”

“I want to watch the fireworks there so baaad!”

“Instead we’re stuck in Newport.”

“Well,” Y/N said, cocking her head to the side as she caressed a tree when they walked past it. “You decided to come here yourself, I was forced. I’m stuck, you can leave.”

Marcela only bumped Y/N’s shoulder with her own, shaking her head at her before she jogged a bit away. Y/N just continued on walking, thinking that her sister had just found a rock or something else that she wanted to pick up, but after a few metres, she was still not back. Turning around, she saw her sister hunched over something further away than she had seen her last, wiping at something on the ground as if to reveal something hidden beneath the layer of leaves and dirt there. Y/N walked over, feeling as if the forest around them had just gone deadly quiet. Marcela stood as Y/N approached, pointing at something on the ground.

A small cellar hatch. Made out of old wood and painted a ghastly brown colour to blend in with the nature around it. In the 10 or so years the Montes family had owned the Newport cabin, never had Y/N stumbled upon this hatch. It looked aged, as if it had been there for way longer than the cabin had. Or maybe it had been made in a hurry and left just like this, with no one to care for it. Y/N looked over at Marcela who was studying the hatch, bending down again to check it out more closely.

“Do you think anyone lives here?” she asked. The question made Y/N feel oddly cold.

“Would hope not. It’s right next to our cabin.”

“Why would it be here otherwise?”

“Dunno.” Y/N looked around them, the forest looked darker now. “Mari, let’s go back.”

“Y/N, we can’t just leave. We need to check this out,” Marcela said, reaching for the metal handle. “I thought you liked exploring.”

“I do, but… this is creepy.”

“No, it’s not.”

Without warning, Marcela opened the hatch, flipping it over so it rested on the other side, leaving the contents of the cellar visible to them both. Y/N took a small step back, but then took one forward again, wanting to be quick to her sister’s aid in case someone or something jumped out at her. But nothing did.

Instead of seeing a cellar exposed to them right under the hatch, a rather narrow and long tunnel straight downwards showed itself to them instead. A metal ladder ran along one of the walls, reaching a long way down, but the destination was left completely in darkness, making it hard to make out anything but the rotting wooden panels around the ladder and the rusting metal of said ladder. Marcela got her phone out, turning on the flashlight and shining it down the tunnel.

“There’s a room down there,” she said, moving closer, squinting down at the cellar.

“Mari, let’s go.”

“Must be here from the second World War or something.”

Y/N looked around, anticipating someone running up on them.

“I’m going down.”

“What-“ Y/N’s head whipped in her sister’s direction, but before she could even try and stop her, Marcela’s feet were on the rusting ladder. “Marcela, what the fuck are you doing?!”

“I just want to see what’s down here.”

“Which is a terrible idea. Get up.”

However, Marcela had never been one to listen to anyone but herself. She merely rolled her eyes at Y/N before she started her descent, keeping her phone in her mouth so it would shine downward and onto whatever she was about to see. Y/N felt herself both worried stupid and curious. She too wanted to know what was down there as well, but her concern for her sister and what she was doing championed over any curiosity she might have felt.

“Mari, I don’t like this,” Y/N called down, sitting on her knees by the cellar opening, not caring that her trousers would get dirty.

Marcela said something, though Y/N could not hear properly through the phone in her sister’s mouth.

“What?!”

Marcela struggled to get her phone out of her mouth, gaze turned downward as she examined the room underneath her. “I’m down!”

“What is it?”

“A shelter room of sorts.” Marcela let go of the ladder, jumping down into the dirt floor. “There’s a bed, some cabinets.”

“Great, you’ve had a peek,” Y/N called down. “Now get up.”

Marcela stood still for a second, turning around 360 degrees to take in the whole room. She suddenly stopped, eyes landing on something at the other end of the room. She walked toward it, disappearing from Y/N’s view.

“Marcela!” Y/N shouted, but Marcela did not reply, not even when she shouted a second time. “Mari, where are you-“

“-Y/N, oh my days,” Marcela groaned. “Chill out.”

“What was I supposed to do?! You disappeared!”

“I was okay,” Marcela said, grinning up at her sister. Y/N could almost just make out her sister’s teeth. “This is the best hiding place by our cabin, I think.”

“Can you get up here now? I think it’s starting to rain.”

“Fine,” Marcela said, putting her phone back in her mouth as she reached for the lowest rung of the ladder. Wrapping her fingers around the rusting metal, she was ready to pull herself up when she yelped. Next thing Y/N knew, metal clanged against the soil of the cellar and Marcela gasped for air, the flashlight of her phone cast at the ground, drenching the cellar in an unremitting darkness.

“Mari?!”

The only thing Y/N heard was Marcela heaving for dry breaths and shuffling, as if she was trying to find her phone on the floor of the cellar. With shaking hands, Y/N reached for her own phone, and though she was unsure of how much her phone would help, she shone her own flashlight down in the cellar. It gave Marcela just enough light to finally find her phone and shine a light around her. The rusty rung had fallen completely off the ladder, now laying somewhere Y/N could not see.

Marcela stood back up, dusting the dirt off her black tights.

“You okay?!” Y/N shouted.

“Fine.”

But she did not sound fine, and she looked worse as she walked up the ladder, finally making it to the surface. Y/N took a grip of her sister’s jacket, helping her out the last metre.

“You’re fucking mad,” Y/N hissed. “Never do that again.”

“Calm down.” Marcela stood up, Y/N joining her not even a second later. “I’m fine.”

“That cellar is old, Marcela, what were you thinking?! It could’ve collapsed, it-“

“-But I’m fine. It didn’t collapse.” Marcela took a grip of Y/N’s shoulders. “I’ve seen that hatch before, but only when I was on walks alone, I didn’t dare open it up and check what was down there without someone here. Now you were, and I didn’t feel so afraid anymore.”

Y/N clenched her teeth, her heart still hammering awfully fast.

“You make me brave, meu docinho de côco.”

My coconut sweet. The pet name made Y/N halt a bit. It had been years since Marcela had called her that. It’s an old-fashioned Brazilian pet name, one Marcela had started calling Y/N when she was just a baby because she had overheard their avó calling someone that, and so she had adopted it herself. They had countless of home movies filmed on rubbish cameras where five-year-old Marcela sat with baby Y/N in her lap, giving her a kiss to the forehead and repeating “meu docinho de côco” over and over again.

“Let’s go back to the cabin,” Marcela said. “Mum is probably angry we haven’t made our beds yet,” Marcela laughed, but Y/N only managed to smile a tine bit. “Aw, Y/N, I’m fine, really,” she assured her. “If I had died down there, I would’ve let you kill me.”

“Good.”

Marcela only laughed before she turned around and closed the hatch.

Friday, 27 April 2018

Y/N didn’t like being in central London. Though there were people everywhere in the capital, there was something about the never-ending crowds of the City of London that made Y/N detest being there. Tourists would walk in and out of shops, clogging up the streets to look at Google Maps on their phones, and not have a single care in the world for those who lived there and just wanted to get to their final destination.

April was definitely not the worst month, there had been and probably would be far worse months with tourists everywhere, but London was a natural and easy weekend trip for anyone living in Europe, and a nice place to visit for anyone else in the world as well, which resulted in it being a busy city at all times. It was not enough that over 12 million lived in or close to the capital, it sometimes felt like there were just as many tourists visiting the city as there were inhabitants. Today, Y/N ended up walking behind a particularly slow group of Dutch people, she recognised it immediately as they spoke, having heard Annalise speak just like them before. Regardless of that, Y/N just wanted to enter a shop without mowing her way through them. It took her a few minutes until she was able to navigate her way around them, by sprinting past them on the street beside them, making it back onto the pavement in time for a double decker to zoom by.

Finally reaching New Look on Gracechurch Street, Y/N walked on inside, feeling in the humid air outside that it was just about to start raining. With Communion playing in her ears and the voice of Olly Alexander singing about being confused about whether to want love or desire from someone, Y/N took a right as she entered the massive New Look, excited to treat herself to some new clothes.

She had been sitting in the Mile End Library on campus all day. The three essays she needed to finish along with revision for her exam in May was all catching up to her, almost making it impossible to fall asleep at night. She would lay awake, thinking about what she had to do the next day, what she should’ve done today, and the five-hundred things that needed to be done at one time or another. It had been a while since she had spent her time overthinking as much as she was right now. Now that almost none of her mates were in London yet, she spent most of her time by herself, either sitting in the library or a café, always doing uni work and always zoning out when she remembered something else she needed to research or another argument to bring up in another one of her essays. She didn’t like studying all by herself in her room. It felt too quiet. She needed people around her, some kind of sounds, even if that was just a student coughing a few tables down from hers. Even though she was by herself in the flat, at least she wasn’t completely by herself all the time.

Her thinking about uni hadn’t been the only reason it had been hard for her to sleep at night. Even though part of her detested herself for it, she still felt relieved at the thought of Harry arriving later that day. Finally she wouldn’t be alone in the flat, someone else was there with her. Even though she had heard their neighbours talking and moving around in their own flats before, she always woke up or stopped whatever she was doing at the smallest sound, even though part of her knew it was just one of their neighbours. She had never slept in a house completely by herself before. Whenever her parents were away, Marcela would come stay with her, and if she couldn’t, then Nathan would sleep over. Y/N had never been so alone like she was now ever before. It scared her.

Even though she knew nothing would actually happen to her, she knew how to throw a punch and knee someone in the groin so it hurt a little extra, it still felt good knowing Harry would be there now.

Suddenly, she stumbled upon something that had her stopping rather abruptly. A white tee shirt with a black X on it, a pink dragon slithering its way in and around the letter. Y/N absolutely loved it. She could see it going super well with her black pleated skirt, some fishnets, and her Docs. She took it off the rack, studying it a bit closer, she turned the head and hung it over the rack again, pulling it out to check the size of it. It was rather small. She checked the sizing, seeing that it was a medium. Putting it back properly on the rack, Y/N started filtering through the different tee shirts, trying to find one large or X large. After all, she could not deal with it being a slim fit. But she found nothing, they only had it in 2X small, X small, or medium.

“Excuse me,” she said, walking up to someone who looked like they worked in New Look. The employee smiled at Y/N as she approached. “Do you by any chance have this one in extra-large?”

“I’ll go check,” the employee said, walking off rather quickly so she could check and get back as quickly as possible. A few minutes later, Y/N still stood where the employee had left her, but she came back, a little out of breath, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, we only have it in large or anything under, not extra-large.”

Y/N felt her heart sink, she smiled at the employee anyway. “Thank you for checking.”

“No problem,” she smiled back. “Also… uhm-“ She pointed over her shoulder at the escalator. “-If you’re looking for plus sized items, they’ll be upstairs. We don’t have many extra-large alternatives downstairs.”

Not only had Y/N’s heart sunk to the very bottom of her stomach, now it had just fallen out of her arse and down to the bottom of the universe. Telling herself that the employee only meant well, Y/N nodded, thanking her, and put the tee shirt back on the rack. She walked to the escalator, taking it up and looking at the board for the overview of the different sections of the store. Downstairs was woman’s clothing, first storey was more women’s clothing, men’s clothing, and plus size, while the second storey was shoes, accessories, and changing rooms. That put Y/N off. How come there were more shoes and accessories being offered than plus sized clothing?

She started walking around the first storey, looking for the plus size section. It took a while for her to find it, but when she finally located it, she understood why and didn’t understand at the same time. The section was just as big, if not smaller, than the men’s clothing section, and how could she have not seen it when all the clothes looked the same? Everything looked at something her 50-year-old mother would wear, and though some of the items would look cute on her mother, nothing stood out to Y/N. None of the items were cute. In fact, they rather looked like bin bags with a bit of cleavage and zero tailoring to accentuate a woman’s figure. It just looked like clothes for the sake of wearing clothes, nothing that would stand out in a crowd or make the wearer look cute.

Y/N found a blouse that she was sure her mother would have loved, burgundy with blue flowers on it. However, she stopped dead in her tracks as she saw what was written at the very top of the blouse. Maternity. Quickly, Y/N put it back, looking around her to see if the maternity section was anywhere close to the plus size one. However, upon closer inspection, she realised that the maternity section was just combined with the plus size section. There was no difference. After all, it was all just bigger clothes. Plus size, maternity; did it matter.

Balling her hands into fists, Y/N left the store. She willed herself not to cry, not to lose it, until she reached a less crowded area. As she walked, it was hard for her to formulate how she was feeling. It was hard to put words to what she was going through. Even though she could’ve taken the tube or the bus, Y/N walked home. And in the 40 minutes it took her to reach the flat, she had not come to a conclusion to understand why she was so sad. The words were there, she could read them and see them, but as soon as she reached for them, to admit them to herself and to fully grasp them, they evaporated into grey vapour. She could not say it.

Sunday, 29 April 2018

“You’ve been quiet.”

Y/N tore her eyes away from the raindrops racing down one another on the window beside her. She glanced at Harry behind the steering wheel, his eyes on the road ahead of him, but he must have looked at her to understand that something was wrong. Or… well, he didn’t really have to. Y/N liked to talk, if she was quiet, then something was most likely wrong.

“Have I?” she asked, looking at her hands resting in her lap.

“Yeah, you alright?”

“No, I…” Y/N bit her lips together, feeling something in her throat clog up, as if the words refused to leave her mouth. She didn’t know what those words would even be if she were to speak them. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what’s wrong?”

She leaned her head back against the headrest. “Still working on it.”

“Alright,” Harry said, shifting his grip on the wheel. “Wanna talk? To get your mind off whatever’s bothering you?”

Y/N could feel herself smiling a tad at that. “Yeah.”

“I got the dagger tattoo.”

She looked at Harry. “You did?”

“Yeah, did some of it myself, but some angles were hard to do properly, so Wes helped me out.”

If Harry had only told Y/N earlier, he could have shown her the tattoo while they were still at the flat. Now, instead, they were in Harry’s car, driving down a tiny road that led to the cabin on the outskirts of Newport, Wales. They had been quiet most of the way, Y/N suspected Harry had given her silence so she could think. After all, they were going back to the cabin where her sister had been murdered, if she wanted to stay silent and reflect upon that then she should be allowed to. So, Harry let her be, only occasionally asking questions and making conversation, but for the most part, he just kept quiet, thinking and knowing that was what she really needed.

“You’ll have to show me later,” she said, smiling over at him.

Harry kept his eyes on the road as it went from gravel to dirt, making the drive bumpier than it already had been. Those same big trees rose above them that Y/N remembered from her childhood, keeping the best hiding places and all the world’s secrets. Leaves occupied the trees now working like an impenetrable roof for the forest floor beneath, which explained why the grounds were so brown and not a lush green colour.

“Down here,” Y/N said, her voice sounding faraway. Distant, even.

Harry must have noticed too, but he did not say anything, instead keeping his eyes on the road as it grew narrower. It did not even take a minute for the wooden cabin to show itself. An old Swedish couple had built it in the late 1980s, making it look very Scandinavian and half finished with its brown colour and small square windows. Y/N had not brought a key, knowing that she did not have the guts to enter the cabin just yet. She just needed a look, just needed to check something.

Harry cut the engine as they reached the parking spot Y/N’s papai always used. It was less of a marked-up parking spot and more of a convenient place to park your car. The ground showed of where a car had once stood many times over, and so Harry did the same as Y/N’s papai did. The window into the living room was just to Y/N’s left, and though you could barely make anything out without coming up close to look through it, she kept her eyes trained on the forest in front of her, not daring to even look in the direction of the cabin.

She closed her eyes, finding something that could resemble courage, and let it take over her. As long as she just did this without thinking too much, then she could get through it. She could reflect on what had just happened at a later time. Now, she just needed to get out of the car, and do what she came here to do.

She opened the car door and stepped outside, walking away from the cabin right away to create as much distance between her and the darkest place on planet Earth. Y/N heard her panicked breathing, and realised that if she looked at the cabin one more time, then that courage she had found bottled up inside her would not be enough to keep her on her feet when a panic attack came over her. She heard footsteps behind her and felt Harry’s presence at her side seconds later, his hands in his coat pocket as he looked up at the grey sky above them. It had been hot enough for them to wear tee shirts only yesterday, but now they had to wear jackets in order not to freeze. That was the weather in the United Kingdom for you in a nutshell.

“You alright?” Harry asked, his voice reassuring, but the hand he put at her back eased her more.

She nodded her head.

Harry looked around them at the dark forest that stretched out in all different kinds of directions, then scanning the sky above again. “This looks just as creepy as I would’ve imagined.”

Y/N swallowed, closing her eyes as she tried to calm her racing heart. The mere fact that the cabin was behind her made her want to throw up right then and there. “You think?”

“Yeah,” Harry said. “You loved it here when you were little?”

“I did. It was a safe haven,” Y/N explained, opening her eyes again, facing the exact part of the forest that she wanted to walk down. “It wasn’t this dark before.”

Harry only looked at her, but the next second, Y/N walked away from the cabin, continuing down the path her sister had taken her all those years ago. Harry followed suit, studying the woods around them the trees they walked by, the thick layer of green leaves above them. A crease appeared between his brows, indicating that he was incredibly uncomfortable being here. Somehow, that comforted Y/N.

The two of them walked for a few minutes, Harry not once asking where they were headed or what Y/N wanted to do out here in the forest, only following and trusting that she knew what she was doing. These woods had been her playground when she was little, she knew parts of them as well as she knew the inside of her room home in Nottingham.

Finally, they reached what Y/N had wanted to come to Newport for. When she stopped and bent down, Harry almost fell over his own feet, for some reason not having seen this one coming. He only watched as she dusted dried and dead leaves off the forest floor, revealing the old and wooden hatch. Touching the handle felt strange, as if she were touching part of history. She slowly opened the hatch, revealing the ladder beyond and the darkness of the cellar. Seeing it again brought back the memory of her and Marcela being her together all those years ago, of seeing her sister lose grip of the last rung. Hearing her meet the floor of the cellar with a thud.

Y/N reached for the phone in her pocket, bringing it out and getting her flashlight out, pointing it down at the pitch-black hole. It was just as she remembered.

“What’s that?” Harry asked, taking a careful step towards the hole to get a closer look.

“A cellar of sorts,” Y/N said. “My sister once told me this was the best hiding place near our cabin.”

Harry glanced at Y/N then, knowing what was happening next. Y/N put her phone in her mouth like her sister had done, and then let her feet dangle off the edge of the hole. She gripped the topmost step and planted her feet on one further down.

“Y/N, that’s pure fucking madness,” Harry said. “Get up.”

She took her phone out of her mouth. “Harry, I need to check to see what’s down there. It might be nothing, but this has eaten me alive recently. I need to check.”

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, but let me go down there first.”

Y/N blinked. However, she did not protest, merely removed her feet from where they were already firmly placed on a step, and let Harry get his own phone out.

“Fuck, it’s dark,” Harry mumbled as he shone a light down in the cellar. “Have you been down there before?”

“No,” Y/N said. “But Marcela has. I suspect she’s been there multiple times.”

“Did the police ever find this place?”

Y/N thought for a second before she raised a shoulder in a shrug. “Dunno. I’ll have to ask mum and pai.”

Harry nodded, putting his phone in his mouth like she had just done. He sat down by the hole and took a grip of the ladder, a curl falling into his forehead as he started on his descent. Y/N watched him as he climbed all the way down, jumping off the ladder and onto the cellar floor with ease. He looked around, scanning the room slowly with his flashlight while Y/N sat by the top, watching like she had watched Marcela.

“The last steps are gone,” Harry called up.

“I know,” Y/N called back before putting her phone in her mouth, telling herself to just fucking do this. She had to do this. For Marcela. Y/N gripped the ladder and started climbing down like she had just watched Harry do, like she had watched Marcela do four years ago. The ladder felt old and rusty under her fingers, making her entire body tense up. She was ready to fall to her death any second, to be the sole reason why her and Harry starved to death in a cellar no one but them knew existed.

Finally, with sweat dotting her forehead and cupid’s bow, she reached the last whole step. But as she was about to put her foot there, she met nothing put air. She squealed a little, holding a little tighter onto the ladder with her hands and other foot.

“Oi,” Harry said, moving closer and putting a hand up. “Easy. I told you the last few steps had fallen off.”

Y/N furrowed her brows.

“Just jump, I’m here,” he said, voice so reassuring and warm that everything felt okay for a single second.

She did as he said, jumping from where she stood. Her feet hit the ground a little to hard, making her wince, but Harry was right there, one hand gripping her arm while the other arm snaked around her waist, holding her upright.

“There we go,” he mumbled, only just then realising that his phone’s flashlight was shining into Y/N’s jacket, making it harder to see the cellar. He took a small step away, letting her regain her footing as she glanced around. It was emptier than she thought it was. A simple wooden bed stood there, but no mattress occupied it, and some cupboards were on the other side of the tiny cellar, though some of the doors hung off their hinges, others looked fine, and some were removed. The walls and floor consisted of compact dirt, and the whole place smelled of rusted iron. Y/N hated it.

“Cosy place, innit,” Harry said, sounding like he meant the quite opposite. “Throw in a disco ball and you could host a rave.”

Y/N almost chuckled, but then her eyes landed on something on the floor beside some of the cupboards. A blue dog bowl. Whether it had been used for water or food, Y/N did not know, but it looked very out of place in such an old and dirty cellar. It had some dirt on it, probably having fallen from the ceiling and down into it over time, but the rather modern, blue dog bowl looked completely out of place. Y/N was certain this had not been here when Marcela was down there, or she would have told Y/N about it right away, even picked it up to show her.

What kind of sick human being had left a dog down in this cellar to die? Though it was dirty, the bowl did not seem to have been used. Maybe the dog had been given a last bowl of water before the owner just left it there to rot.

“What’s that doing here?” Harry asked, looking at the bowl over Y/N’s shoulder. He took it from her hands to examine it further, turning it over in his hand. “Strathy.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“Strathy.” He turned the bowl, showing Y/N the name that was written on it in neat handwriting. “The dog’s name.”

“Strathy,” she mumbled under her breath, feeling an immense sort of sadness take over her. She might not like animals much, but even she saw how wrong this was.

Harry grimaced, clearly feeling absolutely disgusted with this as well. After all, his dad took care of dogs at a dog hotel in Buckinghamshire. He had a rather special bond with the animal, Y/N supposed.

“Who just leaves a dog bowl down here?” she asked aloud, not expecting Harry to answer.

He frowned at it, giving it back to her so she could look at it. “Doesn’t make sense.”

Y/N turned around, looking at the ladder. And it was as Harry had said, the last two steps were gone, laying in pieces on the floor beneath the hole. “No, it doesn’t.”

Harry glanced over at where Y/N was looking, furrowing his brows. “Your sister said this was the best hiding place by your cabin?”

“Yeah, in December before the year she was killed,” Y/N said. “No one would find you if you hid here.”

Harry looked at Y/N as she looked at him. “Then why did someone else, someone who clearly came here after you and your sister did in December, know about this cellar?”

Y/N felt sick. “They must have known the grounds pretty well to know this was here.”

Harry only nodded, eyes falling to the dog bowl in Y/N’s hand. She glanced at the ladder again, feeling confused and furious at the same time. Who had been here after her and her sister had?

Wednesday, 2 May 2018

Even though Y/N’s door was open, Harry still knocked on the doorframe, looking in through the small slit in the door to check if it was alright with her if he entered.

“Disturbing my peace and quiet,” she said jokingly, putting a few folded tops in her suitcase to bring with her home for the summer.

“Thought you would appreciate the sight of the biggest hunk on the British Isles,” Harry grinned, opening the door and leaning a shoulder against the doorframe. “Give you some inspiration. Some motivation, even.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, Harry chuckling at the sigh as she put some more clothes in her suitcase. The room fell back into silence as Harry gave her some breathing space, obviously thinking that she did not appreciate him blocking her in any way when she was packing. She was not packing her entire room, after all she was coming back in September, but most of her clothes were in London and she wanted to take them home with her so she could wear them there. They were of no use just laying in her dresser in Hackney.

“How’d the exam go?” Harry asked.

She looked up at him, taking in his simple outfit. A loose buttoned-up shirt in a nice cream colour was tucked into dark brown trousers, his feet bare and his skin already glowing with an oncoming tan. So, he had spent most of the day outside. The tan would look nice against his tattoos. Y/N’s eyes fell to Harry’s tattoos, the ones on his knuckles in Greek that she still did not know the meaning behind, and then the barbed wire, making him look more badass than Y/N knew him to be. He now had a fern just below the dagger he had taken in April and a leaf on his pinky finger just below the barbed wire. At this rate, Harry would be covered in tattoos by the end of the year.

“New ink,” Y/N noted.

The right side of his lips tipped upward as he looked down at his arms and hands. “Yes.”

“You’re just taking advantage of the fact that you know how to use a tattoo gun.”

Harry chuckled. “Someone should take it away from me.”

“Truly.”

“I’m scared that I’ll, like, come up with cooler tattoo ideas later on, but then I’ve already filled up the spot where it’d look best.”

Y/N tilted her head at him. “Then you should slow down the tattooing.”

“Nah, can’t do that, love.”

She only rolled her eyes again, sitting down on top of the suitcase so she could close it and pull the zipper shut properly.

“You didn’t answer me earlier,” Harry asked, walking inside and sitting down on Y/N’s bed. “How’d your exam go?”

Y/N sighed, resting her chin in her hand as she glanced over at him. “Alright. We had an hour to, like, answer the two questions, one short answer and then a short essay. I was about halfway through my essay when I realised I only had ten minutes left.”

Harry grimaced.

“So, I just had to write until my wrist and hand ached, and was about to start writing the conclusion when we had to hand the papers over. I think Isla wrote way more than I did, dunno how she managed that.”

“How many pages did you get in?”

“About 12.”

Harry just stared at her. “And Isla got more down?”

“I think closer to 20.”

“20 handwritten pages in an hour?!” Harry said, sounding absolutely bewildered.

“She’s a machine that one.”

“Obviously.”

Y/N nodded, getting up from her suitcase and walking across her bed to get to the windows. She closed them both firmly, pulling the white heart pointelle cami top further down her torso, though it was supposed to just reach her belly button. Thankfully, her black tights reached just a little bit further up, keeping any more of Y/N’s skin to be exposed than what she wanted.

“Okay,” she said, sitting down beside him in bed again. “I want to be sure you’ve actually gotten better.”

“Understandable,” Harry retorted, nodding slightly.

“So, I don’t want to do too much just yet.”

He stopped for a second. “What does that mean?”

“That I want to just make out and get a feel of where you’re at. I think sex comes when we’re both turning each other on to the point where it’s actually going to be enjoyable. When I’m wet enough and you’re hard enough.”

Harry tried not to smile, but Y/N could tell he wanted to flash her a smirk. “I can assure you, you can make me do anything, and I’d be hard on the fucking spot.”

Y/N’s chest felt warm, and within seconds, her cheeks were approximately around the same temperature as the sun’s surface. There was something so very sweet about that, yet incredibly hot. She looked away from him, trying to act unbothered as she tried to find her words again, but by the slight chuckle emanating from Harry’s lips, Y/N knew he saw right through her act.

“What I’m trying to say is that I just want us to get familiar with the other’s body. Foreplay isn’t just about touching someone; it’s about touching someone. Feel their crotch, slide your hand under their clothes, grinding against them to the point of torture sometimes. That’s when the best sex happens.”

Harry nodded. “Take it you’re a big fan of foreplay.”

“The biggest.”

“Feel like I’m in good hands, then.”

“Figuratively and literally.”

He smiled.

“If you matched me on Tinder, and we were about to shag-“

“-I actually don’t think I’ve ever been on Tinder.”

Y/N blinked. “That’s not a flex.”

“Have you?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’ve got the app on my phone.”

“Wicked, you’ve got to show me then.”

She smiled, inhaling slowly. “I will. But first, let’s-“

However, fantastically, Harry took Y/N’s face in his hands and brought her to him. Before Y/N managed to finish her statement, they were kissing. The familiar feeling of Harry’s lips on hers made her previously tense shoulders relax considerably, making her involuntarily moan onto his lips. Harry kissed her more fiercely at the sound, moving closer so it would be easier for him to wrap his arms around her. She fell back onto the bed, crawling backward, and Harry crawled after her, settling himself so easily between her legs that it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

The ease at which they were doing this felt reassuring, like a good hug after a stressful day. She trusted that Harry knew what he was supposed to do, that he remembered from last time. And oh, did he remember.

She felt his hand slide down her front, laying the smallest amount of pressure on her breast, and Y/N realised with a suddenness that almost made her gasp; Harry was trying to tease her. His fingers slid over her, never laying his entire palm down against besides that grip of her boob, but besides that, he was touching her as lightly as possible, leaving Y/N’s body aching in its waking.

“Where’d you learn that?” she asked between kisses.

“What?”

“The teasing.”

She felt him grin against her. “Do you really want me to tell you?”

“Surprisingly enough.”

He chuckled. “Well,” he trailed off, looking down at the duvet beside her face. “The internet.”

Y/N felt herself halt a bit, looking at Harry as he refused to still meet her eyes. “You’ve been searching around?”

“About sex, yes.”

The corners of her mouth lifted. “Really?”

“How many times do you want me to admit it?”

She giggled. “Harry, it’s not something to be embarrassed about.”

“I think it is.”

“No, it just shows how dedicated you are to this. Which is anything but embarrassing.” She tried to catch his eyes. “It’s actually rather sweet.”

He met her gaze then, staring at her for a long while as if he could not quite believe what she had just told him. “You think?”

“You think I would’ve said it if I thought otherwise?”

Harry chuckled. “True.”

She smiled, arching her back a little so her tits were pressed against his chest. Harry bit his bottom lip, looking down at her front as she lowered herself down onto the mattress again. Raising her eyebrows, she watched as Harry took in her tits again, looking over at her with anticipation etched into his irises.

“I’m trying to silently tell you to kiss me again,” she said.

“Oh!” Harry exclaimed, bending down over her again. “Right.”

“Other’s might not do that, they might tell you, or maybe even expect you to do so. So, try and decipher what that person needs, what they want.” She settled herself into her duvet cover, Harry sinking further in between her legs as she wriggled her hips ever so slightly. His lips parted, both plump and swollen from kissing.

“What do I do if they don’t say anything?” Harry asked, lips hovering above hers. God, how she just wanted him to kiss her.

“Communicate. You can’t expect someone to know you and your needs right off the bat, people are different.”

“Right,” Harry said, sliding his nose against hers.

“And now I would really like it if you kissed me,” Y/N whispered against Harry’s lips, making Harry grip onto the duvet cover above Y/N’s head. Fiercely, he pressed his lips against her, slowly sliding his tongue into her mouth, making all kinds of shivers run up and down her body. Even after just one time, Harry knew certain buttons of hers that he had to push in order to get a reaction out of her. She wondered how long Harry had gone out with his previous partners for them to give up on him so quickly. If they had just shown him what they liked, if they had just explored, then Harry would have been a decent lover. He was so incredibly willing to learn new things that it was almost ridiculous. How had they just broken things off like that? If they had just been a little more patient, then Harry would have genuinely surprised them.

On the other hand, he had not actually showed her how bad he was in bed, like he was making it out to be, which could truly be the game changer.

Regardless, in that second, Y/N did not care about Harry’s skills in bed, instead she focused on how they worked outside the context of sex. They were just making out now, just checking each other out, trying to think about various ways to touch the other in order to turn them on.

One of Harry’s hands rested at Y/N’s knee, bringing it further up her chest so he could get a bit better access. She moaned as she felt his already hardening erection against her, instant wetness pooling between her legs. Her grip on his shirt tightened and she felt her nails dig into his skin under his shirt, urging him to continue doing what he was doing. Just like she had shown him last time, Harry grinded against her, doing it slowly and rubbing himself very deliberately against her for his own pleasure, but also trying to make sure she enjoyed it. The desire that ran up her spine was undeniable, making all hair on her body stand on end. His hardness grinded against her wetness again, the both of them moaning at the same time, losing themselves completely in one another.

Harry’s hand ran down Y/N’s thigh, coming to rest at her belly, slowly making its way to her very centre. She felt a yearning so intense it had to radiate off of her, engulfing her and Harry. Halting a bit, Harry’s fingers seemed to retract a bit, unsure if this was somewhere Y/N did not want him to venture or it if was encouraged. Instead of asking her, like she emboldened him to do multiple times, he traced the same path back up her belly, going to grab her breast again.

Y/N made a noise of protest, taking Harry’s wrist in her hand. She could feel Harry’s eyelashes flutter open against her own, and she opened her own eyes, detaching their lips. Slowly, she slid his hand down the way it had just come, making him lay as little pressure on her as he slid his hand down in order to tease as much as possible. Personally, she hated when someone would tease her because it only made her want sex even more than she already did, making her hungrier and more desperate than she would like, but it also made for the best shags. Teasing and dragging out, being needy for one another, was what created the best action when you finally had sex.

As they were just above her centre, she led his hand to her inner thigh, urging his fingers to trace along the skin of one of her most delicate places. Harry looked down between them, eager to follow along with what she did in any way he could. With care and maybe a little too much roughness, she made him grab her, at once showing how he would cherish her but at the same time make her squirm for more when the time came. Though Y/N was doing it herself, it was Harry’s hand that touched her, that made her entire body vibrate with expectancy. She bit her bottom lip, eyes not wavering from his face.

Slowly, his pinky came into contact with her centre, then his ring finger, middle, index, and lastly, his thumb. Each felt like a firework, reverberating through Y/N’s body and lighting her core on fire. It had been a while since someone had touched her with so much consideration, so patiently. Harry’s eagerness to please her, even though she was the one that showed him how to touch her, made her even hotter for him, if that was possible. With ease, she put her hand over his, putting extra pressure on his hand now and a little extra on his middle finger, she dragged his hand over her covered up cunt. A small gasp left her lips, eyelashes fluttering slightly. Harry looked up at her instantly, lips parting as his eyes scanned her face, ready to take in each one of her features when she laid under him like this. She did it again, this time putting a little more pressure at the very top of her centre, making a spark flood from her clit and out to the very tips of her fingers. This made her moan, involuntarily arching her back just a little at the sudden flash.

“Now you go,” she whispered, their eyes not wavering from one another.

Harry nodded, looking down between them at where his hand rested in her like that and then her removing his hand, letting him either mimic her moves or do something different. He watched his hand at first as it slid over her, putting that extra amount of pressure at her bud, making her gasp for breath. His eyes landed on her face again, eyes intent on her as he did it again, this time inhaling sharply as she moaned under him, of his doing.

“Just like that,” she encouraged, voice half moan and half mumble.

Harry did it again, earning the same reaction from her, his breath coming out all shaky, as if he could not quite believe he had this effect on her.

“You look bewildered,” Y/N said, trying not to laugh.

“I always thought that touching someone like that would be a little much too soon. Would you not rather I touched your cunt when we’re naked and about to have sex?”

“Yes, of course,” Y/N said, regaining her breath. “But you’re showing me what you’ll do to me when we actually get naked. Teasing can be pure torture, but it’s what makes the reward so much better when we actually fuck.”

Harry nodded, his already red cheeks reddening considerably. “Alright.”

Y/N smiled. “What?”

“I guess I… I’m not used to being…” Harry sighed, looking away from her and at his hand fisted in the sheets. “It’s vulgar.”

“What?” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Touching me?”

“No, touching like that. Grabbing someone through their clothes, touching your cunt like that.”

Y/N smiled again. “I can tell by the way you’re whispering the word that you’re uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable, it’s just a new way of having sex, I guess.” Harry blinked. “Also, what word do I whisper?”

“Cunt.”

“Oh.” Harry met her eyes again. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“It’s… vulgar.”

“It’s dirty,” Y/N said. “Not my cunt,-“ Harry laughed at that. “-but the word. Saying it, especially in this setting, is hot.”

“You like dirty talk?”

“When it’s done right. When it’s not, it can really ruin whatever’s going on.”

“Oh, right,” Harry said, nodding slightly. “There’s a balance.”

“Exactly,” Y/N smiled. “Annalise told me about this time she had sex with an American, like proper southern American.”

Harry chuckled a little at just that.

“And they were in doggy, so she asked him to grab her hair, and-“

“-Do you like that?” Harry asked rather quickly, as if the question had occurred to him on the spot and he had been unable to stop himself from asking.

“What, having my hair pulled?”

Harry nodded.

“Dunno, haven’t really tried it.”

Harry smirked, and Y/N could already see what he was thinking. She only rolled her eyes and continued on with the story, the bulge of Harry’s trousers pressing against Y/N’s centre.

“Anyway, she asked him to pull her hair, and if you, like, grab it with one hand, that’s hot and feels good, but if you grab it with two, if feels more like you’re trying to ride a horse.”

Harry chuckled.

“And while this man was holding Annalise’s hair with both hands, he just said ‘Easy, girl’ and this southern accent, and it sounded fully like he was trying to calm a horse down.” Y/N suspected that Harry was laughing more at Y/N’s attempt at a southern American accent than the actual story, but seeing him howling on top of her, burying his face in her neck to laugh some more there, made it impossible for her to even finish the story. They laid like that for a little while, just laughing and bathing in each other’s presence. It took a while for them to look at one another again, smiling when they remembered how ridiculous Y/N had sounded and how this all happened in the middle of a rather heated moment.

“Okay, let’s move on,” she said, making Harry chuckle some more.

“Right, what’s next?”

Y/N pushed him off her and down onto the bed beside her, quickly straddling him. She leaned down, kissing him hard, having missed the feel of his lips in the few seconds they hadn’t been touching hers. Harry’s hands fell to her bum, pushing her down onto his hard cock, Y/N instantly reacting by letting go of a small groan. He knew what to do now, how to handle her with care, but also make sure to let her know who was in control. Well, kind of, anyway. She was certainly the one with the most control out of the two of them.

She started grinding against him, sliding her hot core over his erection, a shock of pleasure running up to her chest, heating up her entire body. Harry must have felt something similar because he moaned into her mouth, his grip on her arse hardening along with his cock. She did just that again and again, feeling him become more desperate under her, grabbing onto her thighs and arse, one hand holding onto her neck to keep her lips on him. She felt herself get more needy as well, suddenly wanting to feel that release she had told the both of them that they would not be chasing today. However, when she was this wet and he was this hard, both of them clawing, gripping, and moaning at each other, it was very hard to remember what they had agreed upon earlier.

“Do you want to be in control?” she mumbled against his lips, a shaky breath leaving Harry’s lips.

“Show me how,” he said, panting just like she was.

She took his hands, putting them above Harry’s head. “Keep them there,” she said. “Don’t move.”

“What happens if I do?”

“I’ll have to punish you.”

A breath left Harry’s lips; his eyes filled with lust as he looked up at her. He only nodded, looking absolutely entranced by her. Y/N pressed a kiss to Harry’s jaw, then another one to his neck, then the front of his collarbone, feeling him squirm beneath her as she did. The need to have his hands on her, to make her grind against him to feel something, was clearly an instinct that was hard for him to fight.

“Lay still,” she urged him as her hands found the collar of his shirt, fingers sliding over his exposed skin until they came into contact with the button that kept his beautiful chest from being bare.

Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt. She kissed down his now exposed chest, making her way down his torso until she was by his navel. Untucking the shirt, she undid the last button before pushing the fabric to each side, baring his chest to her. The red dragon on his right back and the black on his left were finally right there. The tattoos she had been thinking about for so long now, finally right in front of her. She made her way up to them, tracing her finger from the head of the red dragon that almost reached Harry’s collarbone and down in a circle and some waves before reaching the tail that ended up right beside his nipple. The black one did only slither to create one wave along its long and slim figure, but its wings were bigger, almost reaching Harry’s left shoulder, while the pointy tail came to rest just beside his nipple. Y/N could not explain how attractive she found his tattoos, especially these ones. Harry must have the exact same taste in tattoos as her, something that made her very happy about their little deal.

When she settled over his crotch again, his erection was even more prominent than before, the hardness feeling absolutely fantastic against her warm cunt. She put her hands on his knees behind her, slowly beginning to grind against Harry again. He craned his neck, lips parting as some slight release washed over the both of them. Dutifully, his hands still laid above his head where she had left them, where she hard ordered him to keep them. The sight of him displayed like that, all hers and trembling underneath her while she teased him, was maybe one of the hottest sights she had ever laid her eyes upon.

He looked up at her, eyes wild and bottom lip all dark pink from him having bitten it so hard while she had kissed her way down his chest. Their eyes locked, and Y/N could tell Harry wanted to grab her, to hold her to some extent. She recognised now that Harry liked holding her when they were like this. If they were getting things going, it seemed out of the question if he was not touching her to some extent.

Which must have been why he finally snapped, sitting up and taking a grip of her waist. Y/N exhaled sharply when Harry turned them around, making her back come into contact with the mattress again. Harry held onto her knee again before letting his hand trail up her side, the other one taking her hand in his, resting their intwined fingers above Y/N’s head as they started kissing again. Finally between her legs again, Harry started sliding over her again, this time his movements had a little more force behind them. She felt it in her toes, the heat in her core growing with each stroke. Bloody hell, she just wanted to fuck him right then. Harry had truly proven to her that he knew how foreplay worked, how incredibly important it was. Though he was the most impatient person she knew, he truly seemed to be enjoying himself when they teased each other like this.

Maybe, like her, he enjoyed the power it brought. You truly felt so powerful, so potent, so paramount, when you could make someone tremble at your touch.

Harry’s movements grew more frantic, his hands grabbing at her harder, and she felt her own nails dig into his flesh, begging him for more. Suddenly, without much warning, Harry got up from between her legs, and then made her turn over so she was on her stomach. This took Y/N completely off guard, but she welcomed the change, welcomed him trying something new and taking control. After all, that was what he wanted to learn how to do, how to become confident enough to order someone around in bed without thinking he was disrespecting them and their bodies.

Harry came to rest on top of her, his hand sliding from the rolls at her sides and up to her shoulder where he slowly traced his way to her neck. There, he took a light grip of her, bending down so that they could both feel his erection between her arse cheeks. Y/N closed her eyes at the sensation, feeling a very welcome chill run up her spine out of pure excitement. He stayed there, kissing her shoulder, her neck, breathing against her skin and making Y/N hyper aware of each one of his movements.

Because he remained immobile, she arched her back and lifted her bum ever so slightly off the bed. She pushed herself against him, then move her arse against him, wanting to feel some kind of friction even though it was barely existent on her part. Harry drew in a sharp breath and moaned instantly, holding onto Y/N’s neck with one hand while the other held him upright on the mattress. She continued to move over him and Harry grinded against her. Harry’s breaths came out quicker, slight whimpers leaving his swollen lips, vibrating against Y/N’s skin. It had certainly not been the point, but as Y/N understood what was going to happen, she just continued to rub herself against him, and Harry did the same.

His grip on her loosened and he put his hands on either side of her hips, moaning and panting and whimpering as he grinded against her. Suddenly, he jerked, and he gripped Y/N’s hips tight, trying to move against her, but he only managed to move in jagged motions. He came as Y/N slid her bum over him, feeling his cock move with each squirt inside his boxer, pulsating against the fabric; against her. Harry stayed like that over Y/N, and when she looked over her shoulder, it looked like he did not know what has just happened. After all, they weren’t supposed to do anything, really. They were just supposed to make out. And yet…

“In an ideal situation,” Y/N said. “You start having sex before that happens.”

Harry met her eyes, laughing loudly along with her. He fell down onto the bed beside her and she turned to lay on her back as well, both just looking up at the ceiling of Y/N’s bedroom.

“Note to self,” Harry said, still coming down from what had just happened, panting slightly. “Don’t come during foreplay.”

Y/N laughed, and Harry looked at her with the biggest grin on his face. “Add that to the list of everything else I’ve taught you, and you’ll be good for when we have sex.”

Harry chuckled, looking up at the ceiling again. “Tattoo appointment when we get back in September, then?”

She nodded, sitting up in bed. “Yeah, it’ll give me enough time to think about what I want tattooed.”

Harry sat up as well. “Imagine I’ll have a few more tattoos as well.”

“You’ll be working at Asgard this summer?”

“Yeah,” Harry said. “I’ll just either live here or at my mum’s, visit my dad a bit.” He shrugged. “But I have a tattoo gun so I’ll just do it at home, don’t need to be there unless I want some ink a place I can’t reach properly myself.”

Y/N’s heart stopped a little. “You have a tattoo machine here?”

Harry studied her face, a small grin appearing over his face. “Yeah. Your fanny fluttering at the thought?”

She slapped him across his still exposed chest; Harry laughed. “You know what, just leave. I need to finish packing.”

Harry grinned, getting up from the bed as he started buttoning up his shirt again, looking around Y/N’s room as he made his way for the door. “Will you miss London while you’re away?”

Y/N glanced around at her room, taking in the four walls she had spent so much time within during her first year of University. It did not seem real that she would be in Nottingham over the next four months, that she would go back to living with her parents for the time being until uni started back up again in September. Her first year had gone by so quickly, it did not seem real that it was coming to a close. She could not believe that it had almost been a year since she moved to London, since she med Chloe, Thian, Hayden, and Annalise, since she started working at Domino’s. It at once felt like ages ago, yet it also felt like it all happened last month. She remembered everything in vivid detail, and knew she would probably remember her uni years that clearly for eternity. So far, it had been the best time of her life.

She nodded her head, looking back over at Harry again. “I’ll miss it. But I’ll be back in September to pester you another year.”

Harry grinned. “Good, almost thought you would stop bullying me by the time we get back.”

“No, don’t you worry,” she said, smiling. “The bullying won’t stop for the world.”

Harry tucked his hands into his trouser pockets, whipping a curl out of his face as he said, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Friday, 17 May 2018

“Happy birthday!” Hayden screamed when Y/N answered their FaceTime call, their hands over their head and their short hair an absolute mess. They dropped their phone onto their bed, only to appear a second later with a red party hat on their head, waving it in front of the camera.

Y/N laughed. “Thanks, mate.”

“What’re you up to today?” Hayden asked, leaning back against their headrest.

“Well, since I’ve already been awake three hours, I have been up to quite a lot, actually.”

It was Hayden’s turn to laugh now. “What’s that then?”

“Pai and I made some pão na chapa, which is essentially skillet toasted French bread rolls, for breakfast, nothing extravagant. Then we went to pick up a cake that mum’s had made for the occasion, and then mum took me shopping for some new clothes. Just got home,” Y/N explained. “But we’re having a big lunch later with our entire family and we’ll serve a big dinner then.”

“Sounds like a very you birthday.”

“Good thing it’s my birthday, then.”

Hayden laughed, leaning their head back against the wall and forgetting about their birthday hat, making the string snap off their chin and the hat fall off their head. Y/N chuckled as she sat down in her bed as well, looking over at her window to see if it was closed or not. Her papai must have opened it while her and her mum were out shopping. Y/N quickly walked over to close it, but then a breeze came in through the small slit, cooling her down in what had already been the starts to a very hot mid-May day. She left it open.

“I wanted to ask you about something,” Hayden said, throwing the party hat away somewhere in their room.

“Yeah?”

“What do you want for your birthday? Like, is there a specific birthday present you’d want from say…” They shrugged. “Me, Thian, Annalise, and Chloe.”

Y/N smiled. “You’re getting me a birthday present, are you?”

“Of course!” Hayden said, sounding shocked. “You’re our mate! Now, what do you want? It can be anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.” Y/N thought for a second, sitting back down on her bed. “Maybe like concert tickets, but not expensive ones for like a popular band. Maybe for a more lowkey one, one where tickets aren’t super expensive, and we can all go.”

Hayden nodded. “That sounds like so much fun, though. Just the gang, and your flat, of course.”

Y/N smiled. Someone shouted something in the back of Hayden’s end of the call, making them groan loudly before rolling their eyes.

“Right, my mum needs me to come downstairs. But,” Hayden said, getting out of bed, stepping on the party hat and crushing it under their weight. A stream of curse words left their lips before they bent down to retrieve it, showing it to Y/N before throwing it away in the bin. “We’ll bake a cake when we see each other this summer, okay?”

Y/N’s smile widened. “I’d love that.”

“Good, ‘cause we’re baking a cake when we see each other this summer.”

Y/N giggled. “Your mum gonna kill you or something?”

“Think she’s just realised I’ve raided the cupboard of Digestives.”

Y/N laughed.

“I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” Hayden smiled, waving at the screen.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N said. “Hope you survive your mum’s wrath.”

“Doubt it.”

Y/N smiled, waving at the screen before they both hung up. A knock sounded at Y/N’s door a second later and then her mother walked into her room, smiling at her. She held a white envelope in her hand, holding it out for Y/N to take.

“You’ve got post, my dove.”

Y/N halted a little, unsure of who could possibly want to contact her through post. Lottie walked back out the door, leaving it open as she walked back downstairs, Davi’s singing sounding from the kitchen as he prepared everything for lunch. Y/N sat back down in her bed, studying the envelope in her hands closely. She thought she recognised the handwriting at the front of the envelope that spelled out her full name and her Nottingham address under it rather perfectly. As she turned the letter around to see the return address on the flap of the envelope, she realised why.

13 Dovecote Close, Princes Risborough, Buckinghamshire, HP27 9JU. Harry E. Styles.

She bit her lips together, already feeling the oncoming grin tugging at the edges of her lips. She should not have put it past Harry to do something for her birthday, this was just like him, to go out of his way and send her something in the post rather than just give it to her while they were both still under the same roof the week previous. Y/N opened it, peeking inside to see two different notes, reminding her an awful lot of the ones she slid under his door to set up a time for their little sessions. She reached in, pulling one of the two out.

Happy birthday, Y/N. Turn this around to see what I think your next tattoo should be.

She did, only to find herself laughing instantly. A heart was drawn on the other side, ‘Harry’ written in magnificent handwriting inside it. She let her finger trace the letters, imagining how smug Harry would have looked drawing this, knowing exactly the kind of reaction he would conjure up out of her. Chuckling still, she reached into the envelope and pulled out the second and last note.

And here’s something I actually think you would like.

Turning this one around, she found a drawing that took her breath away instantly. With black wings spread wide, almost glittering in the light that was supposed to shine on them, a crow was drawn in vivid detail on the other side. It looked strong, terrifying, even, staring straight back at her with an intensity and intellect only crows managed, as if they knew all your secrets and weren’t afraid to tell them to the wind, letting them carry through the world. Y/N ran a finger over the crow, feeling very overwhelmed all of a sudden. She had not expected him to draw something for her that he thought she would like tattooed on her body forever, yet here he was. It was the most beautiful thing Y/N had ever seen, and she wondered what had made him draw it.

Y/N awoke gradually, suddenly realising with slow efficiency that she was awake. Her room was draped in complete darkness, the streetlamp outside her window having been turned off for the night. Her eyes focused on her door for no particular reason, zoning in and out of what was going on, part of her thinking it was a dream while the other told her she was awake. Once she realised this was indeed reality, she tried closing her eyes again, readjusting the placement of her head against her pillow, tucking the duvet up to her skin.

A car drove by. Y/N’s eyes shot open. The car sounded closer, as if she had just stood outside, and she quickly realised why that was. Y/N had not slept with her window open since before Marcela disappeared, not in this house. Preferring to keep it closed, it felt safer that way. No spirits, no people, nothing, could sneak in through a closed window.

But as she heard footsteps outside, as if someone was walking hurriedly by her house, Y/N knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that her window was open. Wide open. It had not been that open since the night before Marcela was declared murdered. Grabbing onto her duvet, Y/N looked in the direction of the window only to confirm what she had been thinking. There her window was, the blinds open, open to let all the air, everything, inside. She wanted to get out of bed and close it, but her legs were locked to her bed, her limbs felt too heavy, too unsteady, for her to walk on right now. She had to calm down, blame it on her not closing her window earlier that day after talking to Hayden. That was it. It was the draught.

If she could just reach for her phone, she could call her mother and ask her to come into her room and close the door. Maybe she could check under her bed as well to make sure no one had gotten into her room in the time the window had been wide open. Y/N’s room was on the first storey, so it would be difficult to get in through her window, but she was also paranoid beyond belief.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw movement. A stupid sense of relief washed over Y/N, thinking that maybe Lottie had come to check up on her. But no, it was not her mum. Averting her eyes from the window, Y/N looked to the end of her bed, feeling her heart stop beating. Her body lay still for a few seconds until she suddenly started shaking. It was not violently, but uncontrollable. She gripped into her duvet even harder, telling herself over and over again that this was not real.

Not real. Not real. Not real. This is just a dream; you are just having a nightmare. Close your eyes. Go back to sleep.

And Y/N tried. She closed her eyes, telling herself that this was just a figment of her idiotic imagination. Whatever she had just seen was not real, it couldn’t be. However, falling asleep when you had just seen your dead sister standing at the foot of your bed was hard.

Y/N opened her eyes, feeling a small whimper leave her lips out of pure fear. Even though she could barely see without her glasses, she still saw that. Marcela looked at Y/N with an eerie sort of passiveness, eyes resting emotionlessly on her younger sister as she shook with fear in her bed. The only way Y/N could tell it was her sister was by the slight light that came naturally from the night beyond, only illuminating half of her dead sister’s form. She did not look dead. In fact, her sister had to be a hallucination. She looked like Marcela, yet she did not. It was strange, almost devilish. She wore the exact same outfit as the last time Y/N had seen her, a floral dress and her denim jacket. A tiny smile rested on her lips, but not one Y/N had ever seen before. There was absolutely zero joy behind it. It rather looked like she was smiling for the sake of smiling. As if to ease the nerves of a terrified deer before she attacked to devour every last bit of her prey.

“M-Mari?” Y/N croaked, still unable to move.

Marcela only cocked her head to the side, still smiling that bizarre smile, making her face appear uncanny. Slowly, she raised her left hand. Y/N felt herself shrink behind her duvet. Marcela’s eyes fell onto her wrist, and when Y/N looked, she felt herself draw in a shaky breath. Marcela looked up at Y/N again, that uncanny smile still lingering on her lips as her hand fall to her side again. Slowly, Marcela walked backward towards Y/N’s door, opening it just barely. Moving out of the light of the open window, Marcela looked like a ghost. Black like complete darkness, moving unseen and transparent towards the door. Keeping her eyes on Y/N the entire way, she stepped outside. The door closed just as gradually as Marcela had walked, barely audible as it clicked into place.

Though she was trembling, Y/N removed her duvet, put her glasses on, and shakily made her way towards her door. She walked around the spot the hallucination of Marcela had just been standing, refusing to be near it. Carefully, she laid a hand on her door handle, it felt cool to the touch. As if no one had touched it a mere minute ago. Or that person had been very cold. Slowly, she opened the door, looking out into the hallway beyond. No one was there. Not a trace, not a sound.

Y/N had a hard time falling asleep, and when she woke up at 6 the next morning, it barely felt like she had gotten any rest at all. However, she wasted no time. She got dressed as quickly as she could, put some contacts in, and sent a text to her parents that she was out and about. With some breakfast in hand, Y/N drove as fast as she could. There weren’t too many out driving now, but she knew that she would be spending a lot of times in queues the closer she got to the capital. She zoomed down the motorway, not paying any attention to anything but the road ahead. Whenever she went on drives like this, she would need to have some of her own music playing in the background so she could jam out. Music could wait right now, because there was something she needed to check. Something that could simply not wait.

Once she reached the outskirts of London, the traffic was horrendous, making Y/N bite her nails as anxiety and stress started eating at every single one of her limbs. Though it took a decent amount of time to get into London by normal standards, Y/N still felt like that hour and some was the longest of her life. When she finally reached Hackney, Y/N felt her anxiety ebb just slight away. Driving in London was ridiculous, but at least she knew the streets near her well and could take some small and less busy shortcuts.

On Orsman Road, Y/N jumped out of her car and ran for the flat building’s front door. Then, after unlocking it, ran for her flat, and unlocked that front door too before sprinting for her room. The entire flat was empty, no one but her were there, which almost made it wrong for her to be there, it felt like. This was supposed to be a place she shared with Harry, Nathan, and Mason. Not someplace to run through, anxiety high, pulse higher, to get to her room as fast as possible.

She burst through her door and looked at her desk, trying to calm her breathing down as the sight in front of her dawned on her. With clammy hands, she rubbed at her eyes, maybe that would help her see more clearly. But it made no difference. She walked over to her desk then, throwing the books on her bed and putting the mug filled with pens on her dresser as she searched everywhere. But it was of no use. None at all. The watch was gone.

This is what I imagine Harry’s crow painting to look like btw!

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A/N: Hey y’all! Again, I apologize for the delay but uni didn’t allow for me to have some free time to write. I’ll try to upload something earlier next week and hope you enjoy the new chapter until then! xxx

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“Wish I could've seen your beautiful face on my screen tonight, sweetheart.“ You stare at your phone. Is she… flirting? By now it’s too late, so you can’t ask Alex for help since she is already sound asleep on her side of the world. You ruffle your hair and let your head fall to the back to look at the ceiling. Taking in a deep breath, you close your eyes and consider your options. Tonight, it’s only you, your phone and Kathryn.

Unsure of what to do, you opt for the safer way and start a conversation rather than flirt with her right away, because honestly, you don’t even know what to do. “You know, we all actually hoped you guys would be able to see us, too.“

You are not sure if you blew it with that, but then again it’s not like you and Kathryn haven’t talked about things the fans think before, not that you are not one of them, but that’s a different story. She takes a while to respond and you throw your phone on the bed before lying down on your back.

Looking up at the stars on your ceiling, you reflect on what happened within the last week until your phone lights up again. You lie there for a short while waiting for Kathryn to respond and think about what plans you have for the rest of the week. You train of thought gets stopped when your phone lights up. You turn to your side to look at it and realize it lit up, yes, but this time there is no new message. Instead, additionally to lighting up, your phone starts to vibrate as hold it in your hand - a familiar face looking right at you. Yours. She is calling you. KATHRYN. On Facetime.

Shocked as you are, you throw your phone across the room and as you try to catch it you hit it again, which only makes it fly further away. You immediately jump after it and fall from your bed in the process, taking a tumble before rolling off on the floor. Typical you and you would roll your eyes at yourself right now, if only you weren’t so busy reaching out for your phone.

For a moment, you think about how you could’ve hit your head pretty hard just a second ago, but somehow your body went into god mode and you managed to roll off pretty quickly. Phone in hand you are lying on the floor, all sprawled out as the time runs out to pick up the call. Gladly, you remember you should and take it as you still lie on the floor.

“Kathryn?“, you try to catch your breath. “Sweetheart, HEY!“, you catch a glimpse of her as you’re getting up to sit on your chair and hear her laugh. “What exactly are you doing, Y/N? You look… You are a mess, honey! WHAT HAPPENED?“

You immediately stop in your motion and look at her while running a hand through your hair trying to look more presentable. “I…“, you stutter. “I… I.. My phone… Floor. I had to… It’s…“

“Sweetheart you gotta take a breath for me now.“, she looks at you concerned.

“Yes, thank you Kathryn, yes. Hello there! I’m sorry. I might’ve hit my head actually. I’m not sure.“ She smiles once again while she is looking at you with her warm, blue eyes, as she gives you another minute to calm down after you ramble. “Well, I’m glad I get to see you now. I hate those one sided video things, especially since I’ve missed your face.“ She winks.

“You saw me like… 5 days ago. You’ll live.“ You can’t help but laugh at her antics once again and the both of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment until she breaks it. “Anyway, I am calling because I wanted to know if you will come and spend some time in my garden again this weekend.“ The words leave her mouth and you hear her but your brain seems unable to comprehend what is being said. How can this be your life right now?

While you are caught up in your thoughts Kathryn continues talking. “I promise this time we’ll stay at my place. No surprise gigs or anything to attend. Just the gals hanging out.“ You want to ask her if this is a date, you really do, but you can’t get yourself to be bold like that. Instead you just shoot her a wide smile as she waits for your answer and nod. “Yes! Absolutely! I mean… We never got to finish that bottle of wine we opened, so…“

Now it’s her turn to nod and you both fall silent again. Even though you are fully comfortable sitting in silence and just spending time with her in real life, it feels different on Facetime. Kathryn seems to notice rather quickly and breaks the silence again.

“Well, Sweetheart. I’ll let you go because I’m sure you’ve got other things to do. I will send you details for the weekend as soon as I know what my schedule looks like and then I’ll have Peter pick you up again?“

“That sounds amazing!…“ And you should've stopped there but at the same time you feel a little adventurous, so you throw a common phrase in there that Alex uses any chance she gets. Realizing you could always say you don’t mean it that way makes it even easier - after all Kathryn doesn’t know you actually do. “It’s a date!“

Her smile turns into a wide grin. “It’s a date. I’ll see you on Saturday then.“

“Not if I see you first.“

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You don’t see her first. Kathryn would never admit it, but she is in fact very nervous and paces up and down the house waiting for you. She fully cleaned all of it last night already, knowing that you would come over today.

When she hears Peter and you arrive with the car, she walks up to the front door immediately and opens it right as you exit the car. You're wearing a flow-y summer dress again and your hair falls your shoulders in beautiful curls. A pair of sunglasses is propped up on top of your head and she can see you squinting your eyes against the sun.

Kathryn is leaning against the door frame as Peter sees you off and the two of you laugh about a dad joke he makes. She likes how you get along with everyone around her so well and her heart skips a beat as you turn around and your eyes meet. She is beautiful. A dark green pantsuit, that Kathryn combined with a white shirt (including the rolled up sleeves, of course), is hanging loosely off her shoulder. Her hair is in its usual curly mess and slowly moves in the wind as a fresh breeze hits her face.

Faster than anticipated you make your way up to her and wrap her up into a hug that, according to your consideration, is a little bit longer than a usual hug. She holds onto you just as tight and her hand wanders up to the back of your neck. When you finally let go of earth other you forget to put distance between your bodies again, so you find yourself just a couple inches away from her face once again.

“You look… stunning.“ She says as her hand softly pushes back a strand of hair behind your right ear.

“THANK YOU!“, you say in a high pitched voice as your eyes widen because of how embarrassing that voice raise was. “You look beautiful as always yourself, Kathryn.“

The smile on her face tells you that the compliment is sitting very well with her and you decide to keep a bit of the mystery, so you brush against her as you walk inside the house and make your way to the door thats leading to the garden.

Stunned, Kathryn stays in the doorframe for a moment before following you out onto the patio. She reaches you before you can reach the seating area because you purposefully strolled a little and appreciated the beauty of her backyard.

“I love your dress! That color and fit is just… you look beautiful, Y/N.“ You blush and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her as she has just caught up to you. The two of you have reached the couch and she offers you to sit first and makes sure you have a drink and everything you need before she makes herself comfortable. Just like last time, she sits down across from you first, keeping the mystery and all.

The Kathryn you get to meet now is not that much different from the Kathryn you met within the last two weeks. She is funny and open and, if anything has changed, then it is the fact that she is much more relaxed without all the other people around.

As she tells you about her latest interview fails and gives you inside on her life, you can’t help but fall for her a little more, especially whenever she throws her head back as she laughs wholeheartedly.

When it’s your turn to tell stories, you tell her about your childhood hobbies and how does might effect your future. She is very interested in arts and you immediately agree to meet up again to create something together. Talking about how you spend your free time, you finally mention Alex and talk about how fast she became your best friend. Just as always, she makes you feel like you are the most important person on the planet as you talk and somehow you feel like Alex becomes important to her as well, the moment you talk about how important she is to you.

With every glass she pours, Kathryn scooches a little closer to you until your knees nearly touch. Whenever you laugh about a joke, she reaches out to put her right hand on your leg and as you finish the first bottle of wine and she decides to order pizza as the sun starts to set, she plops down right next to you after getting the menu off the kitchen table.

Being fully comfortable with her now, you let yourself sink into her shoulder as the two of you browse the pizza names to see what you want to order. Luckily, you make a decision rather quickly while Kathryn needs some time, so you can enjoy the moment of closeness for a little while longer.

For the very first time, you realize how good her hair smells and how calming her aura is. You close your eyes to take it all in and smile to yourself about the sheer happiness that you are feeling in this very moment.

Kathryn notices how calm you have gotten and leans back as her left arm sneakily finds its way across your shoulder to hold you close to her. Leaning back into the couch, she pulls you with her and the both of you sit in silence as you listen to her heartbeat.

After a while, you hear a deep growl and Kathryn gets startled out of her meditational state. “Oh I’m sorry! I must be hungrier than I thought I am.“

She takes out her arm from behind you again and reaches for the menu and her phone to call the delivery service. When the pizza arrives and she comes back from the front door, she sits down on the other side of the couch once again and you immediately miss being by her side.

The pizza is nice, maybe even the best pizza you’ve had from any delivery service before, and by the time you finished eating, the sun has fully set. Not sure how she is going to react, you fiddle with your fingers for a moment before making a proposal.

“I.. actually arranged something. I looked up Peter’s agency and asked for his number and asked him if he could take us somewhere tonight. I mean.. If you’d wanna go?“

Once again speechless, Kathryn looks at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows as her face is beaming from excitement. “Absolutely! Do we… need anything or are we good to go right away?“ It’s nice that she wants to help, but she doesn’t have to. Alex and you have planned for this very moment all week and talked it all through several times, so that Peter and you could arrange the surprise for Kathryn.

You help her up from the couch and lead her back into the house, where a filled basket, that has magically appeared, is waiting at the front door. Peter is already waiting in the car ready to take you to the stars.

It’s a rather short drive as he takes you to a little meadow on a hill where you can look over Los Angeles in between rocks and trees and actually see the stars as well. Naturally, he stays in the car and ready a book as the two of you walk up to the corner of the hill, where a small spot suggests that lots of couples have spent some time there.

“This is perfect, Y/N. I….“ She looks at you before looking up at the night sky and stops talking as she feels your eyes on her. Your fingers on the blanket are close enough to hers that you can feel her warmth and you slowly move them closer. Neither of you breaks eye contact as your hands touch and a tingles move through all of your body.

You bite the inside of your lower lip in anticipation as you cup her hand with yours completely. Giving it one last squeeze, you let go and cup her face instead. Slowly, you move closer until you can feel her breath on your lips. Looking into her eyes for one last time, you overcome the remaining inches and capture her lips in a longing kiss as your hands find their way into her long hair.

Leaning into the kiss with a little too much force, combined with the fact that she is so focused on the way you make her feel, makes her lose balance and she falls backwards onto the blanket. Before you can do anything about it, you find yourself on top of Kathryn who is grinning and goes in for yet another kiss. Now she is the one who is holding onto you and her hands glide all over your body as she takes no measures to get you off of her.

You make out with her in that position for a short moment, before she stops in her tracks. “We can’t. Not like that. Not out here. I’m sorry, Sweetheart.“

“Oh no, don’t be sorry. You are absolutely right.“ You smile and kiss her shortly for one last time before getting off of her. “Let’s go back home? It’s getting rather cold anyway.“

“Home? Are you… Staying over tonight?“ She looks at you, unsure of what to expect.

For a moment you consider if you should play it save, but thinking about everything that happened tonight, you decide to go into full offense and shoot your shot while you wink at her. “Well, Ms. Hahn. Seems like you are asking me to stay, so I might as well.“

She looks at you and you can tell she is biting her lip before she looks back at the lights in front of her as she grabs your hand. “Please stay, Y/N. I would love that.“

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niall-is-my-dream · 2 years

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Addicted to You - Part Five

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The sun was beaming as you sat in the rooftop bar that Saturday lunchtime. You had accompanied Rachel to a dress fitting that morning and then had decided to come here for a late lunch and come cocktails.

You'd managed to get a table under a gazebo so were sheltered a little from the sun.

"Oooohhh that's a nice one." Rachel said having taken a sip from her cocktail.

"Mmmm so good." You agreed.

"So how are things with Niall?" She asked while browsing the menu.

"Wow that took you.... what 12 minutes?!" You said looking at your watch. "I thought you'd at least wait until the food was ordered."

"Of course we are going to talk about him!"

"I really don't want to."

"Well I do soooooo."

"Theres nothing new to talk about really. Haven't seen him much this week, work has been so busy."

"Has it been awkward at work, do people know you used to be at Uni together?"

"Not really awkward. Yeah people know we went to Uni together, but no one knows we used to be in a relationship, so it's been easy for us around work."

"How have you been feeling about it all?"

You really didn't want to talk about this with Rachel, you knew she was fishing for more information from your dinner with him last week. You were grateful when the waitress turned up to take your food order.

"So?" Rachel continued as the waitress left.

"So what?"

"Niall?" She pressed on.

"There really isn't anything more to say."

"Want to know what I think?"

"Not really." You replied rolling your eyes and taking a long sip of your cocktail.

"I think you like him still." She paused as if she was waiting for some dramatic effect. "And you're too scared to do anything about it."

"I dont..so...why are Niall and Ben here?!" You said spotting them across the bar walking towards you.

"They're early." Rachel said looking at her watch." I didn't tell you because I knew you would bail."

"I wouldn't have... Hi!"

"You ladies drunk yet?" Niall said taking the stool next to you smiling.

"Only on the first one." You smiled in reply trying to not internally combust at how good he looked.

"You guys are early, how do your fitting go?" Rachel asked Ben.

"Really good. Hi Jessie."

"Hi Ben."

"We have just ordered food, are you guys hungry?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah starving."

Rachel started looking around for the waitress while Niall and Ben grabbed some menus.

"Not working today?" You quietly asked Niall.

"No, I'm not." He replied meeting your eyes. "Took your advice."

"Good." You replied, giving his arm a squeeze.

Sitting and eating lunch with them was strange, but not in a weird awkward way. It was strange because it felt like you'd never been apart. The four of you slipped into easy conversation while you devoured your much needed lunch. You chatted easily about the wedding which was happening next weekend.

"So you've both booked your rooms at the hotel right from Thursday to Sunday and have confirmed you've booked the Friday off work?"

Niall nodded.

"I'm not sure about the Friday yet." You said your face neutral.

"What?!" Rachel said. "You're suppose to arrive on the Thursday night. We've got a spa day booked for the Friday and the rehearsal."

"My new boss is a bit of a twat. Not sure he will let me have the day off." You smirked.

Rachel let out a sigh of relief, but her face said she was not happy about your joke.

"Can't believe you just called me a twat!" Niall laughed. "You're definitely not getting the fucking day off!"

"For fucks sake Jessie, I was worried for a second." Rachel sighed.

"Sorry!" You laughed and bumped your shoulder playfully into Niall's shoulder.

"Are you both travelling up together after work?" Ben asked.

"We haven't actually discussed it, but I could drive us after our meeting on Thursday. We could be finished by about 5:30." Niall said sitting back in his seat and placing his arm across the back of your chair.

"That sounds fine, I can bring my stuff to work and change there. Would be quicker than heading home first." You replied.

"I can do the same." He added his eyes never leaving yours.

"Are you two secretly back together?" Rachel blurted out.

"What?" You asked her in surprise.

"Why would you ask that?" Niall added.

"I feel like I'm missing something."

"Well, you're not!" You scoffed.

"I'm not going to walk in on you both over the weekend and see Niall's pasty white bum again am I?!"

Oh god how many of those cocktails had she drunk? You thought.

Everyone was laughing now, trust Rachel and her big mouth.

"That happened one time, and you weren't even suppose to be back in halls. We thought we'd got the whole place to ourselves for the night and hadn't remembered to lock the door." Niall said his face having gone a slight shade of red.

"Well, that was obvious. Honestly I thought someone was slapping you about. Didn't expect to walk in and find Niall spanking you!" She said a little too loudly.

"Right, no more cocktails for you love!" Ben said as he moved her drink away from her.

"I'm sorry that just kinda fell out of my mouth." She said looking a bit embarrassed at her outburst.

"Really?! Hadn't noticed." You laughed.

"For the record you totally spoilt the mood. We'd been edging for more than two weeks and you ruined it walking in brandishing a frying pan like a lunatic!" Niall said.

"Niall!" You said eyebrows furrowed. "I can't believe you just said that!"

"What the fuck is edging?!" Rachel said loudly.

Ben choked on his drink that he'd just taken a sip of, nearly spitting it out over the table.

"Niall, since you brought it up would you like to explain what that is?!" You said raising your eyebrows at him. You couldn't wait to see how he would describe it.

"This will be good." Ben sniggered.

Rachel turned to look at Ben "You know what it is?!"

"Google it." Was all Niall replied, clearly not wanting to explain it in a packed bar.

"Oh god you two were such a kinky pair weren't you?! Did you really do this?!" She laughed while reading her phone.

"I'm going to need another drink if the conversation is going to carry on like this!" You mumbled before taking another sip of your drink.

"I still don't know how you guys got together." Ben said. "And why you kept it a secret for months!"

***12 years ago***

The Christmas tree lights in the corner of the communal kitchen/lounge were twinkling every colour of the rainbow. It was a rubbish looking tree, so cheap that it wasn't full looking and with mis-matched decorations it looked tacky, but you all loved it.

There were 7 of you sitting around the coffee table, the surface couldn't be seen by the amount of bottles of alcohol and bags of crisps.

"Ok, who wants to play spin the bottle?!" Louis asked.

Everyone groaned.

"What?! Spin the bottle too good for you all?! I'm sure there's a few of you who'd like to snog someone here!" He said laughing and looking over in your direction.

He's such a shit you thought. Louis had been taking the piss out of you for weeks saying you fancied Niall.

"Oh go on then Louis, let's clear this table." Holly said as she started to pick up some empty bottles.

You'd discovered on one of many nights sat around this coffee table that no one here was a virgin. However, you were still nervous to kiss someone, even though Louis, Niall, Liam and Ben were all pretty good-looking.

Everyone started to clear up before having a ridiculously lengthy discussion of which bottle would be best.

"Ok I'm not kissing any girls." Rachel declared.

Holly and you agreed.

"Really?! That's the best part!" Louis declared.

"Then watch porn!" You argued.

"I already do!" He drunkenly admitted.

You all laughed as you got the table finally cleared and everyone got a drink. You were nearing on being buzzed, but not quite too drunk to make bad choices. Names were placed in a hat to decide who was going first. Liam's name was pulled out.

He spun the bottle and it landed on Niall, so he spun again and once again it landed on Niall. Everyone was laughing declaring it fate and they should just kiss, but you'd all agreed no girl/girl and no boy/boy kisses.

Liam spun for a third time and it landed on you.

Everyone cheered as you both stood up. You jokingly checked your breath before standing in front of him.

"Ok, what are the rules?!" Liam asked.

"Rules?!" Louis replied.

"Yeah you know tongues, no tongues, how long for?!" He smirked.

"Jessie?!" Louis asked.

"Um tongues is fine. End when it feels right?!" You smirked looking at Liam.

As much as you would prefer to be kissing Niall, Liam was pretty hot.

Liam's lips were incredibly soft you thought as they met yours. His hands held gently onto your waist while you rested yours around his neck. You let him guide the kiss, a little bit of tongue action before you both broke away.

Everyone cheered and laughed.

"Nice one." Louis said. "Right, who's next?"

You took it in turns spinning the bottle. Ben kissed Rach, Louis and Niall both had to kiss Holly but you couldn't bare to watch that. You had to kiss Liam again and then Louis. After a while everyone got bored of it, Holly had drank to her limit and decided she was going to bed. Everyone pretty much called it quits and began slowly getting up to go to their rooms.

You were gutted.

Whilst kissing Liam and Louis had been pretty nice, you hadn't got to kiss Niall. You cleared away some of the empty bottles and went to grab some juice from your kitchen cupboard.

"Right I'm off to bed." You announced. "Night everyone!"

You may have seemed cheery from the outside, but Louis could read your face. He knew you were gutted you'd not got to kiss Niall. When you got to your room you sat down and let out a massive huff before lying down on your bed.

There was a light tap on your door and you presumed it would be Rachel but it wasn't, it was Niall.

"Hey, can I come in?" He whispered.

You opened the door more to allow him to slide in past you. Closing it quietly you turned around to face him.

"What's up?" You asked him tugging on your sleeves nervously.

"Um.....are you ok?" He managed to mumble out.

"Bit tipsy, but I'm ok. Why?"

"Just wondered."

You stood there awkwardly for what felt like hours, but it was probably mere seconds.

"Um.....did you enjoy the game?" You asked him not having the guts to look him in the eye.

"Not really."

"Oh, Why?"

"I um..... I didn't get to kiss you." He admitted.

"Oh." You said a surprised tone to your voice, you hoped he would say that but didn't actually expect him to.

He was stood a good metre away from you and you willed him to come closer.

"Did you want to do that now? Is that why you're here?"

"I um..... I don't know.... I mean...."

He was nervous.

You closed the gap between you both, cupping his face and kissing him. He responded almost instantly, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him.

It felt so good to be kissing him after crushing on him so hard for the past few months. He smiled against your lips when you moved you both closer to your bed.

Nothing happened that night further than kissing. You laid in your bed in the dark talking and kissing until the early hours when you both fell asleep.

It was during a phone call over Christmas break that you decided to not tell anyone about that night. You both wanted it to be a secret, not wanting your flatmates to make a big deal out it. You also decided it would be fun to sneak around.

When you got back to Uni in January it was easy to be alone with Niall, as you both often studied together since you were on the same course. You'd given up reading your text book one night, your notebooks spread all over your bed. Niall had his back resting on the wall while you were straddling his lap. What started as a heavy make out session ended with you fully clothed riding his thigh and rubbing him over his jeans. You both reached your orgasms within seconds of each other. Heavy pants filled the air as you both came down from your high.

"Fuck." You managed to mumble out not believing you'd managed to cum so hard. You'd had sex and fooled around with boys before but not one of them had ever made you cum. They had themselves and then that was that.

After that heavy session you'd been honest with each other about your past sexual experience. Niall's was as limited as yours and you decided that your study sessions for your course would end with study sessions of each other.

*******

You told Rachel and Ben a shortened story, leaving out some of the intimate and private details.

"So you basically got naked and taught each other exactly what you liked?" Rachel asked.

"Pretty much." Niall said his face a little rosey from the alcohol and embarrassment.

"I had no clue at all." She admitted.

"Me neither." Ben agreed.

"So yeah, then we had Easter break and when we came back you caught us." Niall said.

"You screamed so loud!" You laughed.

"Was just shocked! Couldn't get that image out of my head for weeks!" Rachel laughed back.

You all laughed and Niall covered his face in embarrassment. Moving your hand under the table and across to his thigh you gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"I've had such a fun night." Ben said.

Everyone agreed and by around 9pm you were all well and truly tipsy, Rachel was the worst and Ben bundled her into a taxi promising the driver that she wouldn't be sick. She might be a light weight but she was never sick when she drank.

"Fancy taking the tube and a slow walk back?" Niall asked you.

"Sounds good." You replied.

Nialls hand didn't leave your back on your walk to the tube station, apart from when you were walking through the ticket gate. It stayed on even when you were waiting on the platform giggling about how drunk Rachel gets and both their reactions as you were telling them how you got together. You'd had such a great time with your friends and you regretted all the time that you'd been apart.

"Did you just feel rain?" You asked him when you exited the tube station. He paused and looked up.

"Yep, that was rain. It'll be fine. Your flat is only 5 minutes away isn't it?"

You crossed over the road and walked along the high street, ducking under the cover of the shops as you went. Within a couple of minutes it had really started to rain. The coolness was welcome after the hot day sitting in the rooftop bar. The wet however was not. Thunder boomed from the clouds and you both paused your walking, ducking in the entrance way of an estate agents.

"What a beautiful British summer we're having." You laughed a little tipsy still from the cocktails.

"It wouldn't be the same without it." He smiled back.

You pulled your cardigan closer around you, it was only thin cotton and didn't do much to stop the rain from seeping down to your skin.

"Are you cold?" Niall asked you.

"A little."

"Come here." He replied and pulled you close to him.

His shirt was damp from the rain but his body heat was radiating from him. You could feel his heart pumping hard in his chest as you snuggled in. His hands stroked up and down your back, an attempt to warm you up. It was working, your body was heating up from being so close to him, he always was a human radiator. It also was partly due to the kisses he was placing softly on your temple and along your hairline.

He was so intoxicating, his scent, the sound of his low breaths, the gentle way his hands were caressing your back. When you turned your head to look at him you didn't hesitate to lean in and kiss him.

His reaction was instant and his lips parted to meet yours. Your hands slid up his chest and around his neck, his hair slightly damp from the rain. You moaned against his mouth at how good it was making you feel to finally have his lips against yours.

"Jessie." He whispered.

You pulled away, embarrassed at your forwardness. You avoided his gaze and tucked your lips back in your mouth as if that would stop you from kissing him again.

"Shall we go to yours?" He asked you.

"Mine?"

"Yeah, want to make a run for it. I'd rather be kissing you in private instead of outside an estate agents." He replied smiling nervously.

"Yeah, let's make a run for it." You said taking his hand in yours.

A/N Thanks for reading!

Any thoughts?!

Emily xxxx

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dimpledpran · 2 years

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Bad Buddy Episode 11 rant. Let’s go.

Honestly after that preview, I’ve kinda forgotten 3/4 of the episode. All I rmb now is the ep12 preview (WHICH I HATE), and the problems with the subs. It was a great episode, but it’s just a tad bit tainted now. 😔 Also way too many tears in one episode. We did get a mixture of happy, sad, relieved, worried tears, but still nooooo.

1) Was totally not expecting a runaway situation. I genuinely thought it was a tiny getaway to escape the current stress. Like a “let’s have this weekend just for ourselves before we get back and tackle our parent’s drama”. So that threw me off. But either way I’m glad they got the chance to be themselves and not worry about things for a tiny bit.

2) Was totally not expecting to be judged for my bubble tea and food deliveries. I am trying to be more conscious though. Even got a reusable bubble tea mug and straw for work!

3) Pran finally had his love declaration. The way he shows love to Pat has always been (significant but) tiny whispers, so the fact that he actually did something so loud, I LOVE IT!!

4) I’m not sure if they have some hidden scenes from this ep that will only be shown next week, but I just wished Pran was a bit more honest with Pat. He clearly was missing his mum and was more inclined to go back than Pat was. And I think Pat also knew that and was ready to accept it and not judge him for it. So it is disheartening to see that he did the same with Pat, as what he always does. He hid his emotions and thoughts and just went along with Pat’s plan. Because that’s what he always has been told to do, follow what his mum says. For a couple that have had such open communication so far, I was sad to see that happen in this episode. This was the moment the communication was crucial. Because they are totally on different pages and there is so much hanging on the line.

5) I mean they kept calling it their honeymoon, so we all knew that it was going to happen right?? They made it so soft, with Pran being the creepy person who stares at their partner sleep. (Was not expecting that) And then the panic when Pat wakes up alone and goes to find Pran… The soft smile Pran gives and Pat’s teary eyes when he has that realization, that wake up call when reality hits, it was brutal.

6) I JUST WISH THAT WHEN PRAN WENT UP TO THAT STAGE TO PLAY HIS SONG, IT MEANT THAT HE MADE HIS CHOICE! It felt like he has always stayed away from playing the guitar because in his mind that was the reason he was sent away. The guitar reminds him of his mum’s disapproval and how he was upheaved from the life he knew and thrown into a new place. So the fact that he finished the song and readily went to play it, I thought he was choosing Pat, he was choosing himself and his dreams and his passion. SO WHY DID WE HAVE ALL THAT EP12 PREVIEW?? Also, with the whole junior and his mum parallel, what was the point? Please tell me we are missing a puzzle piece? Tell me that there was a scene that we were not shown, that will appear in the next episode. Tell me that it made Pran realise that his mum (at the end of the day) has his interest at heart and so will finish his uni education and then set off to live his truth.

7) WE GOT INKPHA AND WAIKORN?!?! No complaints, but for the love of god PatPran has to have a happy ending!! Otherwise nothing else matters.

8) The ending of ep11 was honestly so good! I was watching it with my fingers covering my mouth and just shaking in my bed. That montage of what could have been was so heartwarming. And of course my heart just plunged down from 1000 to -10000 in a split second when we got to the preview.

I’m just really hoping that Ep 12 goes in either one of two ways. Firstly we get something like ATOTS where they both mutually agree to take a break while they finish their education, with the full intention of getting back together after graduating when they have more freedom and are able to support themselves. Or they just get really better at hiding their relationship. I will not be accepting any other ending. Even if they decide to go down a season 2 route, please have a happy resolution.

#bad buddy #bad buddy series #asianlgbtqdrama #so this turned out to be longer than I expected #also did that scene with Pat wearing the red Bar uniform feel very rushed? even from a production POV?#the camera was shaky and with Pat rubbing his eyes at one point #it felt choppy?#PatPran #bad buddy rambles #mine #other show rambles #badbuddy.tp #mine:bb

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Doghyuck doesn't call you the next day as it was expected. You are walking to your next class when you see him talking enthusiastically to a girl; she has her back leaning against the wall and he has one arm at the side of her head. You sigh and keep walking without being noticed by him.

You know Donghyuck and know the playboy he is. You know it might don't mean anything. Donghyuck is a flirty person by nature, and you can’t even begin to list the number of girls who’ve had their hearts broken by him. And yours might get added to that list.

You shake your head and enter the classroom placing your backpack on the floor. Someone sits next to you and you see Johnny. He smirks at you. “Hey, baby girl.”

Johnny is also a natural flirter, but not a player. You smile. “What’s up, Bravo?”

“Ha! Johnny Bravo,” he beams. “That’s a nice one.”

You shrug, smiling. “You know, my birthday is this weekend and you’re of course invited to the party.”

“I’ll be there,” you nod.

Johnny tilts his head in surprise. “Wait, really?”

You laugh. “Why do you look so surprised?”

“Because it normally would take me 5 hours to convince you to go…” he glances at you.

“That’s not t…” you frown. “Okay, maybe it’s true, but this time I really wanna go.”

He raises his hand and places it on your forehead. “Are you sick?”

You giggle and remove his hand. “I’m okay. I just need a distraction.”

“You okay?” He looks at you.

You sigh. “Yeah, don’t worry.”

“You know, if you ever need to talk to someone about anything I’m here,” he smiles at you.

“I know, thank you.”

(...)

"Hey Soo," you call your roommate.

She turns to you, taking her headphones off. "Yes?"

"Can I borrow your white dress?" You ask.

She nods. "Sure, where are you going tho?"

"Johnny's party," you smile. "He invited me and I haven't gone shopping in months."

"Oh, then no. You can't borrow that one," she gets up from the bed walking to her wardrobe.

"Okay..." you frown.

"You better wear this instead," she pulls out a long-sleeved pink latex dress, with a deep neckline ending at the waistband enriched by a hexagonal buckle. Your mouth drops open. "Woah, that's so..."

"I know," she beams.

"Aren't I going to look like a dominatrix?" You laugh.

She giggles. "Of course not. You will look very hot."

"Fuck it," you say, grabbing the dress. "I'm gonna wear it."

“Donghyuck is gonna lose his shit,” Soo laughs

“Huh?” You look at her confused. “What do you mean?”

“I might be dumb but I’m not blind,” she smiles. “You always sneak out and the way you two look at each other pretty much say you two been fucking….”

You choke a whine. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t,” she pats your shoulder.

(...)

"Wow..." You sigh as you compare this amazing mansion to your house in your mind.

"Impressive, yes yes, whatever," Johnny grabs your hand, walking through the people inside the mansion.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You need a drink," Johnny smiles, "Goddamn, you look so hot tonight."

You fiddle with your hair and your necklace, hiding your face so he can't see you're blushing. "T-thanks."

When you enter the kitchen, all eyes are on you, or rather in your cleavage. You recognize a few people that are there and you greet them, smiling. "My, my, aren't you pretty!" A boy practically sings, flipping his dark hair as he talks.

He's gorgeous. Johnny hands you a drink and you have a sip. "Ignore Yuta, he can't keep his hands to himself."

You giggle. "It's okay, I came because I wanna mingle."

Johnny tilts his head in surprise. "Weren't you dating Donghyuck?"

You almost choke on your drink. "What? W-where did you get that from?"

Johnny scratches the back of his neck. "Taeyong is Donghyuck's neighbor in the dorms and I once saw you, or heard you two doing things."

You blush and cover your face. "Oh, my God."

Johnny laughs at your reaction. "Taeyong didn't see you, don't worry. So, is your boyfriend coming?"

"He's not my boyfriend," you sigh. "We are... fuck buddies. We have been fucking our souls out."

"Nothing wrong with that," he quips.

You laugh. "It is when you catch feelings for him."

"Oh..." Johnny wiggles his eyebrows.

"Yup," you shake your head. "Whatever, I'm done. I can't keep doing it."

“Okay, lets go dance and hopefully I can introduce you to someone,” Johnny grabs your hand again, leaving the kitchen.

After Johnny and you dance a couple of songs, he invites you to play beer pong. You have one ball in one hand and a drink in the other, trying to land the damned thing in one of the red solo cups arranged across from you. You shoot and you miss, which you swear loudly at. Yuta, who is your partner, laughs. "You're the worst beer pong player I've ever seen."

You groan. "Give me a minute."

After everyone shoots and misses, it's your turn again. You take the ball in your hand again and suddenly your sight gets lost in Donghyuck and the same girl he was flirting with days ago in the hallway. Is she his girlfriend? Was he fucking you and dating her? You wanna throw up.

You drop the ball and leave the dining table trying to find the closest bathroom. Someone grabs your arm, making you turn. It's Johnny. "Hey, you okay?"

"You invited him?" You give him a questioning look, almost angry.

"Who? Donghyuck? No!" He looks at you. "I did invite the girl he is with... she's in my marketing class. I didn't even know they were together."

You growl and yank yourself free. "I need a drink."

Johnny shakes his head in disagreement. "Come with me. I want you to introduce you to someone."

"I don't need more guys, Johnny!" You glance at him.

"He's not a guy, he's a man," he smiles, dragging you to the living room. "Hes our age, but hes everything but a guy."

"You sound whipped for him, you should date him instead," you mock him.

Johnny chuckles. "Not my type."

In a matter of seconds, you're in front of a 'man' with round eyes, small mouth, a lot of cheekbone. Small nose too, with a sort of endearing hint of crook at the bridge. Permanently surprised eyebrows, one half-hidden under black hair, styled back but for a curl coming down on the right side. He's truly beautiful.

"Hey Mark, this is y/n. y/n this is Mark Lee," Johnny smiles. "You both like ice cream and sushi. Mingle, bye!"

And Johnny disappears from the scene. You stare at Mark for a couple of seconds and then laugh. You scratch your forehead and you can tell Mark is trying to keep his eyes up from for cleavage. Nice.

There's an awkward silence until Mark breaks it. "I actually hate sushi. Anything raw."

You sigh in relief. "Me too. I hate it."

You both laugh again. "Anyway," Mark continues, "it's cool to like, actually meet you finally? Johnny talks about you a lot so I feel like I kinda know you already, haha."

"Oh really?" Which means Mark spends significant time around him. You wonder where.

"Yeah! I mean, I don't go to the same uni as you guys but we met when we were on an exchange program in America," he smiles.

"Oh that's great!" You smirk. "So you're the guy who kept him away from me when he was away?"

"I think I am? I apologize," he places a hand on his chest.

"You're forgiven," you sigh and he smiles.

Your favorite song Pour Up by Dean ft. Zico starts to play in the background and you look at him. "I love that song. You wanna go dance with me?"

"You kidding? That's my favorite song too," he grabs your hand walking to where the rest of the people are dancing.

It's not like you wanted to give Mark a lap dance, but the song is too sexy for not to do it (or maybe you did, but that is an advanced level of courage and you are not known for being a bold person). It's not like Donghyuck didn't see you with a stranger, dancing so closely and got jealous of him because that could be him.

Mark rotates his hips, running his hands up his sides and swaying. He glances over you, who are doing the same.

You roll your body provocatively, remembering just how tight the dress looks on your ass. The next move prompts him and you to face each other for a moment as you rise back up, rocking on your heels and swaying. He winks at you jokingly and you smirk.

Donghyuck finds the scene repulsive. He wants to drag you out of the house and beat the shit out of Mark. Who the hell did the guy think he is? Donghyuck gets pulled out his thoughts when his date grabs his arm. "Babe, I want another drink."

Donghyuck gives you a last glance and sighs turning to his date. "Let's go."

When the song's over, Mark and you step out of the crowded 'dance floor' and you lean against the wall. He stands next to you. "Uhm, did you hear he's having a concert next weekend?

You nod. "Yeah, I wanted to go but tickets got sold out."

He bites his lips. "I have an extra ticket, would you like to go with me?"

You look at him. "Really?"

"Yeah, you seem to enjoy his music and you're nice. And of course, I'd like to know you better," he smirks.

You beam. "Okay, I'd love to. Thank you, Mark."

Back in your dorm, you text Mark you've arrived safely and he wishes you a goodnight. You take off the dress and put on your pajamas.

Right when you're about to turn off the lights, you get a text message from Donghyuck.

𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛?

And just like that, minutes later you open the dorm door finding him on the other side of the door, shifting his weight from foot to foot. His eyes then turn into slits as he glares at you.

“Had fun with your date?” He questions and you can see his jaw set: muscles clenching tight.

"I did," you reply.

Donghyuck gets inside your dorm and shuts the door behind him. He attaches his lips to your neck which draws a soft moan from you, he harshly sucking and peppering soft kisses on the expanse of the skin of your neck. His hands running at your sides smoothly and gradually getting closer to the underside of your breasts with each pass, when he finally cups your breasts you arch in his palms further pushing yourself closer to him. "Look at you, you're all needy by me just kissing your neck."

You want to slap him, but he's right. “Why can’t you understand that I am the only one who can make you feel this way?"

You taste the residue of vodka on his lips when he kisses you and walks to your bed without breaking the kiss.

You find yourself lying naked on your bed where you two have laid your back many times but he never stayed over the night. As he slips your pajama pants down your body, your eyes water and pools in your eyes ready to spill over. ‘This is the last time,’ you tell yourself. He discharges his clothes at the other side of the bed. You manage to swipe the tears that gathered in your eyes and look at him.

Placing himself over you, he is a sight to behold and you trace the line of his body with your eyes, caressing the dips on his collarbones and the line that leads down to his cock as his face coils into a smirk smug with the knowledge that he can turn you into a whimpering mess.

His thumb is drawing circles on your clit which make your moan and your pussy clench on nothing. You hate that he is the only one who can make you feel this way, reducing you into a pleading mess as you move your hips to the rhythm that he has set.

He inserts his length into you slowly, while you grip your sheets until your knuckles turn pale. He always feels good. So good.

He knows your body so well; putting the right pressure and hitting the spots that makes you throw your head back repeatedly, moaning. You can feel his quick thrusts and knows that he is near his climax. Donghyuck makes a sound at the back of his throat when he orgasms and you follow him when he falls.

He snuggles into your neck, trying to catch his breath again. You rest beneath him and hug him, placing kisses on his shoulder. "I came inside," he tells you, rolling next to you.

"I'm on the pill," you stare at the roof.

He nods. "I should go."

You laugh. Of course he has to go. He always has to go. "Whatever, lock the door when you leave."

You cover yourself with your sheets, turning on your back. He frowns as he gets dressed. "What's up with you these days?"

"What do you mean?" You turn to face him.

"You're acting... weird," Donghyuck shrugs.

You want to yell at him and tell him that you're over heels for him. That you love him. That you've been in love with him for a year and being cold to you only hurts you more and more.

You shake your head. "Just... go."

He finishes putting his clothes on and grabs his phone. "Is this too much for you? Us fucking?"

Yes. "No."

"Great, because we're supposed to have a great time," he leans closer to you and gives you a kiss. "You know where to find me."

You nod and right after he shuts the door, tears plops down your cheeks. He doesn't love you the way you love him. And he might never do. You hate him, but you even hate yourself more. You don't want to ever see him again.

(...)

“y/n! Mark's here!” You hear Too call you.

You smile, grabbing your jacket as you hurry out the door.

Mark is standing in the doorway and you draw closer, he smiles at you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” You smile back taking in Mark's attire. He is dressed in black ripped skinny jeans, a white shirt and a denim jacket. “You look great.”

“You do too.” Mark offers you a charming grin, head tilted slightly to the side, “You always look great.”

“Oh he’s good.” You hear Soo murmur teasingly, “you two have fun.”

Mark flashes the tickets to the security guy at the entrance of the venue, the music is pumping in your ears and the flashing lights of the stage. A crowd has already found their seats.

You know how to maneuver through a crowd almost completely undetected. You seem completely in your element, the multi-colored lights dancing off your hair, as you two of them maneuver through the people. You finally find your seats and Mark sighs, relieved.

Minutes later, the artist finally gets on stage. You two are moving to the beat, the show is so good.

You catch yourself staring between songs, Mark is truly beautiful.

You're surprised when he glances over and notices you are mouthing the lyrics. He smiles watching you. "That's our song."

"Wanna dance with me again?"

"Definitely," he smirks.

You two dance to "Pour Up" again, grinding to each other. Mark feels good pressed against your back.

After the concert is done, you two stay still waiting for the rest of the people to leave the venue. Someone lets out a roar from somewhere on your left, a second later something collides with your face, hard enough to knock you more into Mark. Mark catches you before you end up face first on the floor. The second you gain your footing back, Mark turns towards the guy that hit you, furious.

“Watch it!” Mark's voice comes out harsh as the other concert attender snorts and waves him off. You feel something hot run down your face from your nose. You reach up your hand in time to catch a few drops of blood. You feel Mark shift his weight before tugging you through the crowd away from the stage, you try to follow your movements, having some difficulty with the daze of being hit.

Mark helps you over to a more secluded part of the venue. After a while Mark sets you down on a bench. You let out a groan as you raise your hand to your face, trying to keep the flow of blood from staining your clothes.

“Wait here.” Mark turns on his shoes and dashes across the venue. You look up to the roof, after some time you hear Mark's hurried footsteps behind you. He kneels next to you in the flow, handing you a handful of paper napkins for your nose.

“Thanks,” You murmur as you take the pile. Your blood easily soaks through the first few layers of paper before you get it under control. You try to pull your head back when you feel Mark's hand on the back of your head directing you forward.

“Lean forward, not back.” Mark directs as you do as told. After a few seconds you feel Mark's hand move down to your back, rubbing gentle circles as the two of you sit in silence. After a few minutes you feel the blood flow slow down.

“So, think my nose is broken?” You ask as you gently wipe the blood from your face.

“Nah, definitely not broken. You’re going to have one heck of a bruise though.” Mark warns. After a few seconds you feel something ice cold touch your cheek. You let out a surprised yelp as you lean away from the touch. You look over to see Mark handing you a cup with ice in it.

“Here, so it doesn’t swell.” You sit back up and take the cup with your free hand and gently press it on your face where you were struck.

“You’re… kinda good at this first-aid thing.”

“I've been playing hockey for years, you learn these type of things.” Mark scoffs. His eyes soften as you move the napkins from your nose, showing the bleeding has almost stopped. “Sorry you took an elbow to the face. I didn’t even see that guy come up to you.”

“Neither did I.” You admit as you pull the bloodied napkins away from your face, using one of the clean ones to clean any extra blood from your hands and face. “So, be honest, how bad does it look?”

“Like I said, you’ll be bruised tomorrow, but, it doesn’t look that bad.” Mark offers with a small smile. “The ice helped, at least your face isn’t swollen.”

“Thanks for the ice.” You offer as you look down at the cup of ice Mark had handed you, you frown a little when you see the logo on the side of the cup. “Did you…run all the way to the other side of the venue?”

“… Yes.”

“Thats-” Mark glances in the direction of the hallway, “At least two hundred meters away.”

“… Yes.”

“You ran.”

“…I don’t see what you’re getting at.”

“You-” You can't help but break into a little laugh, “You, are trying to be modest about running across the arena just to get something for my nose and face.”

“You were bleeding,” Mark points out.

“Yeah, but I could’ve used my shirt or something. You didn’t have to run like…half a mile to get something for me.”

“I run on ice pretty much everyday" Mark scoffs, shaking his head at you. You smile, standing up and reaching out for Mark.

“Come on, let’s go for a walk.”

Mark stares at you for a second before taking your hand. You pull him up and tug him along the arena, finding the exit. "So you say you play hockey?"

He nods, "Yeah. I'm the captain of the team," he smirks.

"No shit," you say.

Mark laughs. "What?"

"Nothing," you shake your head, "its just curious because my best friend is the captain of the hockey team in my uni."

"Cool, what's your friend's name?" He asks.

"Uhm Lee, Lee Donghyuck," you say.

He stops walking and he stares at you. "Dickhyuck is your best friend?"

You burst out laughing at the nickname he has given him. Oh boy, he indeed is a dick. "What did he do to you?"

"Sorry for the nickname, I was just shocked you're friends with him," he scratches the back of his neck. "He is an asshole."

"He is," you nod.

He cocks an eyebrow. "I thought you were friends."

"We are, and we might stop being friends. Long story," you sigh.

He nods. "So, uhm, next week is the playoffs, would you like to come?"

"Uhm yeah, of course. I just need to tell you that I know nothing about hockey." You giggle a bit.

"I'll explain anything you need to know," He beams at you.

(...)

𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝.

𝚆𝚑𝚢?

𝙸’𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚘?

𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.

White hot jealousy surges through Donghyuck as he reads your last text. Why is he jealous? He has no right to feel jealous when he has been clear to himself you're just his friend and his fuck-buddy. He's into Yujin, right?

He throws his phone to the bed and sits in front of his computer. Why is he so upset? Is it because he's horny and you're not around? Or is it because he likes you?

Bullshit.

He shakes his head, removing that thought. He is not in love with you.

Donghyuck stands up and goes to his bed unlocking his phone. He texts Jeno asking if he's busy, who replies back saying no. He needs a beer.

Donghyuck meets Jeno at the regular bar they used to go to. They're sitting next to the bar. Jeno stares at him and Donghyuck rolls his eyes. "What?"

"You're grumpier than usual, what's wrong?" Jeno inquires.

"Nothing," Donghyuck has a sip of his beer.

"Is it... maybe y/n?" Jeno hums.

Jeno is tired of it. It seems everyone around you knows that you two are in love, but apparently the two of you can't open your eyes. Or at least Donghyuck.

"No idea what you're talking about," Donghyuck murmurs.

Jeno sighs. "Why do you keep denying it?"

Donghyuck growls. "I'm not denying shit."

Jeno rolls his eyes and crosses his arms on his chest. "You have to be an idiot to not see the way you two look at each other. And the way you two... you know... shagging, you could say it's love. Real love."

"What are you on, Jeno?" Donghyuck glances at him.

"I'm sober, but thanks for your concern," Jeno smirks. "But you my friend, you are high off your ass on feelings."

"Shut up," Donghyuck groans and finishes his beer. He makes the waiter a signal to bring another one.

"Tell me I'm wrong," Jeno dares him.

Donghyuck stares at the beer bottle, thinking. Is Jeno right? Is he high off his ass on feelings for you?

He thinks of you: Donghyuck loves your hair and adores the way you raise your eyebrows when you're talking about something that excites you. Your lips fascinates him and the ease you have when speaking in front of many people seems incredible to him. His heart starts skipping a beat just of the thought of you: you have too much effect on him.

Shit.

Donghyuck is really in love with you.

(...)

Donghyuck sighs as he pulls off his helmet and wipes at his sweaty brow. The air is cold against his skin and he can see his hot breath. He is tired as the second period ends, he skates across the ice towards the exit. He has 5 minutes before the third period starts.

Donghyuck drinks water before sitting on the bench. The ice hockey arena is full, with both schools attending the game. He sees some people he knows, some of his friends: Jungwoo, Renjun, Yangyang and Jisung. Jeno is in the team with him.

Then his sight freezes on someone that looks like you. Donghyuck stares at her for a couple of seconds to later realize it's you. You're there with Johnny and someone he doesn't know.

He frowns. You hate hockey, what are you doing there?

He follows your face, smiling to someone and he curses when he sees who you're waving your hand off.

Fucking Mark Lee.

Of course he had seen his face before and the day of the party, when you were dancing with him he thought he had seen him before.

That's who you are dating.

Donghyuck feels sad, knowing that you never accepted to go to one of his games and there you are, cheering for someone else.

"I swear that girl looks like y/n," Jeno tells him.

"It's y/n," Donghyuck states, grabbing his helmet.

"Huh?" Jeno gives him a confused look.

"She's dating Mark."

“The Mark Lee we hate?” Jeno shakes his head. “That’s… unexpected.”

“Whatever,” Donghyuck puts on his helmet.

You would lie if you say you haven't been seeing Donghyuck. He's so smooth the ice, he moves as if he had been born on the ice. Then you would cheer for Mark's team even tho, deep down, you want Donghyuck's team to win.

Jeno chases the puck behind the back of the net. Shovels it out to Donghyuck, past the waiting stick Sicheng's stick. Donghyuck takes it up the ice, looking for an open. Ten shakes free of Mark, makes himself available. Donghyuck takes the open, approaching the blue line, passes the puck to Ten, but Mark takes the puck up the right—oh! And Donghyuck goes down hard! He deals out a devastating hit. There's a whistle. Oh, this is not good. He’s not getting up.

The entire bench is on their feet in an instant. Jeno has ripped his helmet off and skates over with as much speed as his bulky pads could muster, shooing away the circle of their concerned team mates.

Donghyuck hasn't moved since he has fallen, his limbs locked in the same position they had been just before the hit.

"Why is he not moving, Johnny?" You ask.

"I don't know," he states.

You leave your seat, almost running towards the ice rink. They don't let you in and you argue you need to make sure he is okay.

Jeno kneels beside Donghyuck, he can see that his dark eyes are unblinking, wide and blank.

“Come on, Hyuck breathe for me,” Jeno says insistently.

"Hyuck!" He hears you scream. "Hyuck!"

Donghyuck draws a few stuttering breaths as he slowly swims towards something resembling consciousness. It becomes readily apparent that he can't move his left arm. "Let her in."

"What?" Jeno frowns.

"y/n," Donghyuck tries to lean forward.

Jeno turns and sees you arguing with the security guard. "She can't get on the ice without skates, she could get hurt."

Donghyuck groans and watches the paramedics bring the backboard out.

“I can walk off,” Donghyuck slurs.

“Hell no, you're no—“

Jeno is interrupted as the crowd erupts all around them. Lifting his head quickly, he spots Mark and Sicheng throwing their gloves off and locking together. Helmets are ripped off, jerseys pulled and punches thrown wildly. Before Donghyuck can shout at his team partner, the cry from the crowd goes up again. Ten and Taeyong (a guy from Mark's team) separate them.

Donghyuck leans over the backboard as they prepare to carry him off the ice. "We're so doomed."

(...)

“A five minute penalty for interference and game misconduct? That’s a fucking disgrace,” Ten grouses.

“The board’s reviewing it. With a hit like that, he should get a harsher punishment,” Jeno adds.

“If he’s not suspended for the rest of the games, someone’s getting my stick shoved up their arse,” Sicheng says.

A murmur of agreement goes around the room.

“I thought the nurse said only three visitors at a time,” Donghyuck rasps, not bothering to try to lift his head. He can't even keep his eyes open. It makes the room spin. Everything seems… too loud. And the pain on his right collarbone is too much.

“Oh, so you are awake. Here we were all worrying about you and you’re faking,” Jeno says teasingly.

Donghyuck can't bring himself to rise to the bait. Keeping himself awake is hard enough work as it is.

“…Hyuck?” You call as you open the door slightly.

The room is silent for a few moments and the guys look at you. Donghyuck opens his eyes and spots your head between the door. "Leave. Now." He's talking to his team mates.

Jeno, Sicheng and Ten leave the room. You say goodbye to them as they leave the room. You walk standing next to him and realize he's wearing a triangular sling. "Hey."

"Hey," he greets. "Disappointed to know I didn't die?"

"Shut up," you look at him. "I was so worried."

"You pushed a security guard," he cocks an eyebrow at you.

You giggle. "He wouldn't let me in. I wanted to make sure you were okay," you place a hand on his.

"And I appreciate that, you could've gotten hurt," he takes your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss.

You sigh at the scene. "I don't care."

"I do," his eyes dart to you.

"Why don't you get some rest?" You sit next to him.

"I’m having surgery in a bit," he rests his hands interlocked with yours on his chest.

"What? Why?" You ask worried.

"Broken collarbone," he sighs.

"Oh, Hyuck," you lower your head sadly.

"I'll be fine," he squeezes your hand. "And I'll be right back in the ice to beat your boyfriend up."

"Mark's not my boyfriend," you say quickly. "And after today, I don't want to see him ever again."

"It was an accident; these things happen y/n."

"He knows about us, he heard me talking to Johnny about it today before the game," you don't look at him in the eye. "I’m sorry, Hyuck."

"Hey," he frees your hand and cups your face. "This isn't your fault, okay? Don't torture yourself, it's not your fault he couldn't handle it."

You nod. A nurse enters the room telling you they need to prepare him for surgery. You say goodbye to him and kiss his cheek.

"Just lay there, Hyuck," Jeno helps him to lay on his bed. He has been discharged from the hospital that morning and his friends are taking turns to take care of him.

"I'm so fucking high, dude," Hyuck laughs, squeezing his eyes. "What are on these meds? I feel like flying."

"Those are your painkillers, my friend," Jeno shakes his head, "enough of them for you today."

There's a knock on the door and Jeno walks to it. He opens it and he sees you with a bag of food. You smile. "Hi, Jeno."

"Hey, come in," he says.

You thank him and follow him. As you reach Donghyuck's room, Jeno stops. "Now, I should warn you, he’s pretty out of it,” he says.

“That’s fine,” You reply . “I think I can handle it."

He nods. "I have practice, I'll be back later, okay?"

"Don't worry, we'll be fine," you say.

You enter the room and you are greeted with the sight of Donghyuck reclining on his bed, looking a million miles away. You walk over to peer down at him.

“Hey Hyuck. How are you feeling?”

Jon tilts his head to look up at you. “y/n? Issat you?”

You smile. “Yeah, it’s me. Those pain meds did a number on you, huh?”

“I’m so happy to see you too,“ he says, smiling at you.

You beam wider, his dark eyes are unfocused but still shining brightly. It is unfair, how gorgeous his eyes are.

"Get some rest, Hyuck," you grab a blanket to tuck him.

He stares at you, looking a bit like a kicked puppy. “No! I wanna cuddle with you!”

"Okay okay," you say and you manage to get him tucked under the blankets. As soon as you're finished, you sit down and he rests his head on your chest.

"This is my favorite place," he states, tracing his fingers on your skin.

"Because my boobs are close to your face?" You mock him.

"Because I can hear your heart beating for me," he smiles.

You choke a sound. What is he saying?

"Cheesy," you mock him again.

"I love you."

You chuckle, nervously. "You're so high."

"I am high but I love you." He stares at you. "I fucking love you, y/n."

You press your lips together. "Let's talk about this when you're not high up on meds."

(...)

It's been two weeks since you have seen Donghyuck. Two weeks since he told you he loves you. You don't know if he is regretful for what he told you or he didn't mean it.

Of course your pride won't let you text him and you learn from Jeno he has gotten his stitches removed and he will be back in practice in 8 weeks since he has some recovery to do.

You're exiting the library when you feel someone grabs your hand. You turn to see who is there and you see Donghyuck smiling. "Hello, baby cheeks."

You cross your arms on your chest. "And finally the devil shows up."

"Devil? I'm hurt," he places a hand on his chest.

You roll your eyes and turn on your heels. He sighs and grabs your arm. "Okay, I deserve that. But hey, I want to talk with you." He says as he stands in front of you.

"About what?" You cock an eyebrow. “Or you wanna fuck me and don't talk to me for days?

He lowers his head. “No. I wanna talk about us.”

"We're not fucking," you state.

"We are not," he nods.

That is a lie. Back in his dorm, you two are kissing, desperately. You walk over towards the bed, still kissing. It's a soft loving kiss that makes your heart melt. His kiss is sweet, probably from something he ate, and slow. He breaks away to look at you, "I love you" he whispers.

"So do I" you say.

He smiles and goes in for another kiss, this time a little more fiery, it's still slow but now he's using his tongue to lick at your bottom lip, eyes fluttered closed.

You tug on his hair ever so slightly, you know he likes that. He moans quietly and you bite his lip. He gets on top of you, and you can start to feel the start of an erection on your leg.

At this point both your tongues are swirling together. He slowly brings his hand up from your waist, to under your breast and cups your breast with his, squeezing it, all while looking him directly in the eye. His erection feels stronger now. You push your knee upward to create some type of friction between him and your thigh and he groans.

Donghyuck plays with your nipple through your bra, right hand still gripping your waist, tight. He pinches and pulls your nipple in a way that causes you to roll your hips forward and moan his name.

He flips you over and now he's beneath you and you're sitting on his lap, feeling his cock in your clothed ass. You start to grind on his hips, the outline of his cock can be felt even through the layers of your clothing. You can feel the heat emanating from it and you can't help but rock your hips against his gently. “Look at me,” he orders.

You look at him, his pupils are dilated and his cheeks up to his neck and shoulders have the prettiest blush on it.

You are gripping the edge of his shirt, looking so utterly innocent. He dives for your next and start nipping, placing light bites and kisses as he abuses that one sensitive spot

“Hyuck please” you feel tickling sensations that feel really good. That gasses Donghyuck up because he loves nothing more than hearing your groans and moans.You feel the slight moisture gathering on your underwear.

“Use your words, baby. ,” he says while he continues sucking and licking on that sensitive part of your neck. His hands start wandering and are now placed on top of your breast, kneading and lightly brushing your erect nipples through your bra.

“Please,” you ground your hips on his growing erection. He answers back by gripping your exposed thighs, putting a stop to the teasing he did on your breast.

“Please what baby?” he teases. Donghyuck is doing little circles with his thumbs as he grips your thighs. You feel him smiling against your neck before he bites hard on the junction of your neck and shoulder.

You moan. “Please fuck me,” you finally answer.

“Why should i?” Donghyuck asks, very visibly teasing, letting his teeth run through your shoulder.

“Please, I'm so wet for you and I missed you so much. Please Hyuck."

Donghyuck has the audacity to chuckle. Remove my shirt then,” he challenges.

Obedient as you are, you hurriedly take off his shirt and start pressing bites and kisses on his exposed chest. You give a soft kiss on his scar where he had surgery weeks ago. He can't help but let out his groans of pleasure. His large hands are back on your chest, massaging your breasts through the fabric, gently running his hands through then and giving them a squeeze, the cycle repeats again. Then, with a little help from you, he unclasped your bra. You take it off. You kiss him again.

“Wait baby,” he starts, eyes scanning the expanse of your chest. “I want to eat you out." He finishes.

You nod at his proposal. You get off from his lap (your arousal slightly darkening a patch on his light jeans) and you lay on your back. Donghyuck goes in front of you and plops on his stomach. You are buzzing with anticipation as he spreads your legs open, hands caressing your thighs and ghosting over that area where you want it the most. Donghyuck lifts his head a little to admire you: breathing heavily, erect nipples and the undeniable arousal drenching your pink lace panties.

Donghyuck's arousal is straining through his sweatpants so he decides to discard it. He is left in his white, skin tight boxers with a faint outline of his dick. Then, he situates himself between your thighs. Instead of removing your panties, he decides to tease you a little through them, gently sliding his middle finger up and down your clothed wetness.

“So fucking wet, baby” he muses.

You bite your finger as he torturously drags his long finger up and down your clothed cunt.

“Ah shit,” you moan. "Fuck me good, Hyuck."

He pulls your underwear aside and starts dragging his finger on your cunt for real. He does small shallow thrusts and proceeds to drag his finger out. Donghyuck is doing this repeatedly almost in a torturous manner.

"Fuck, go faster,"

He doesn't go faster. Instead he situates himself between your legs and puts his tongue on your soaked cunt. You can't help but moan as he licks a stripe up while spreading your lips, maximizing the sensitivity you feel. You are gripping his sheets hard and moaning his name along with strings of “oh fuck, yes please”. He moves his mouth upwards and starts licking your clit, putting harsh but enjoyable pressure. Donghyuck proceeds to put a finger inside you slowly, up to his second knuckle, then another one, drawing out a moan.

“Look at my fingers baby, so fucking wet.” he lifted his fingers up for you to see.

“I want more, faster, Hyuck, I’m going to cum.”

He smiles at you. “No. you’re not allowed to cum until I fuck you with my dick.”

You groan. You look at him and he is now kneeling, a hand situated on his now somewhat translucent boxers, outline of his dick now visible. He then strokes himself through his boxers as he stares right at you. Donghyuck is biting his lip softly as he takes out his dick and starts playing with the tip.

“You like it when I stroke myself while you watch, baby?” His eyes are hooded and he is already sweaty.

“Yes,” you said. “fuck yes.”

“Put it in your mouth,” Donghyuck motions for you to come closer.

You put his dick in your mouth and start engulfing his dick. His abdomen becomes taut as he groans and starts threading his hand on your hair.

“So good, baby. Always so good,” he rasps.

You continue hollowing your cheek and putting him in your mouth as deep as you can. You bob your head up and down and when you look up, Donghyuck looks absolutely

“Baby,” Donghyuck's voice is husky. “Baby stop, i want to cum inside you."

“Lie on your back,” Donghyuck commands as he strips himself of his boxers.

You waste no time and you lay on your back, waiting for his instructions. He props a pillow under your head and by doing so, you feel his erection on your thigh. He takes one last glance at you: nipples fully erect, cheeks flushed, your body sweaty, and your pussy absolutely drenched. He then starts inserting his dick in your aching pussy.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he chants. “you’re so fucking tight and wet.” Then he pushes himself up to the hilt.

“Full,” you whisper and meet his eyes, “so dman full.”

Donghyuck groans and starts thrusting at an erratic pace. It feels so full and hot that you can’t stop moaning his name over and over again. You can feel his cock slide in and out of your soaked cunt. He clasps his hands just above where your ribs end firmly as he starts fucking you faster, hips snapping up and you can’t help but arch your back.

Donghyuck is definitely enjoying the view and he reaches his hand out to pinch your nipples. You moan. You can definitely feel your impending orgasm.

“Hyuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum,” you look at him and his thrusts go harder. “oh god I’m gonna cum Donghyuck.”

“Cum, baby.” He puts his hand on your clit and starts rubbing with his thumb, hoping to bring you closer to orgasm.

You feel the coil getting tighter and hotter. Then you come, long and hard and your body feels like jelly.

"I'm almost there baby, fuck," he chants as he trusts so deliciously in you and your body can't take much longer. You know he has the full intention of overstimulating you and it feels good. His cock feels so raw in your pussy and you can't help but feel another orgasm.

The feeling of his cock sliding so smoothly inside of you then out then in again while your chests were in such close proximity and he is directly groaning in your ear. Donghyuck seems to be enjoying himself as his groans are becoming huskier and more prolonged as he told you, “Baby you’re so fucking tight, so tight around my cock.” He goes back to kissing you sloppily, your teeth biting his lower lip as he glares at you so menacingly and hot.

“Hyuck, baby I’m g-going to cum again.” you inform him as he lifts himself and wipes with drool on the edge of your mouth.

“Let’s cum together, eh?” he asks and you nod.

Donghyuck pulls out of you and you are about to protest until he speaks “Ass up for me baby,” he says.

Your body sings in anticipation as this is the first time, after a long while, he is going to take you from behind. You stuck your ass out and you feel him slap your cunt then insert his finger in your pussy and slaps your ass this time.

“Such a good girl for me,” he starts. then he suddenly thrust his dick inside your pussy and moans in your ear, “So fucking good.” Donghyuck then starts to grip your breasts from behind, pinching your nipples as his thrusts became more erratic.

“’Gonna cum, shit shit” He groans. The rhythmic slapping of your bodies is so sinful it turns him on.

You moan gripping his sheets, you can swear your knuckles are so white from the grip.

“I'm so close baby, so close.” Donghyuck is massaging your breast.

“Hyuck, please, Hyuck I'm so close.”

Donghyuck's thrusts are getting more erratic and you are positive that you’re going to cum soon. Then, you feel Donghyuck hugging you from behind. The act feels so intimate that you can't help but clench and then both of you are cumming. Donghyuck gives one last thrust then he pulls out. He look at your backside: his cum dripping out from your cunt, then to your thighs and that looks absolutely erotic.

“I'm gonna clean you up, okay baby?" He says, “Just lay there and I’ll take care of you.”

He goes to get towels and you lay on your back. He comes back and passes the small towel over your thighs and then your pussy carefully, knowing you're still sensitive. “Feeling okay?” he asks when he finishes it up, throwing the towel somewhere in the room and laying on the bed next to you.

You hum, smiling lazily at him. “just sleepy.” You reply and he moves to press a small kiss on your lips.

"Then sleep, baby," he surrounds you with his arms, you resting your head on his chest.

You raise your head a bit, looking at him. "Are you sleeping with me?"

He nods. His finger touches the tip of your nose and he smirks. “I never notice you had a mole here.” He says.

"Yeah, you're kind of a dick," you giggle, tracing his abdomen with your fingers.

"I am," he sighs. "I'm sorry. I was too selfish denying my feelings for you and thought behaving like a dick would push you away."

"And I almost did," he kisses the top of your head. "I'm sorry, y/n."

"It's okay," you say. "As long as you don't do it again because this time I'm gonna be the one breaking your other collarbone."

He laughs. "I'm not ever letting you go, baby. I love you."

"I love you."

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Marcus Armstrong - Almost Home I.

In advance: This is getting a Part 2 for sure. I don’t want to leave it here, but at the same time I felt like it would be really long if I left it in one piece. Turns out I have a whole lot of inspiration for Marcus fics right now. 😂 I also wanna let everyone, who’s waiting for their request, know that uni is starting next week for me. It means less free time, but I will make sure to finish every one of them in the next week or so, and then focus on all the series I started. There’s gonna be slower updates to them, but I’ll make sore to have one or two per week at least. Hopefully they won’t try to kill us in the starting weeks and I will finish up the Lando one so I could start posting that every week and just add some parts from the others to the queue 😊

Thank you Anon for requesting this one though, and sorry for the wait. Hope you will enjoy it and as it’s almost the next day here, have a really happy start to your Friday everyone 🧡

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With the Australian GP knocking on the door Melbourne filled up with tourists and fans even more than usual. The first time I got to witness it in 2017 was actually scary in a way for someone who didn’t know the city well yet. Getting from one part of the city to another was a hard task already, and all the shouting and crazy fans weren’t of much help when I tried to get some usable info out of them so I could finally get to my destination and get off the streets. It almost held me back from choosing Melbourne’s university, but I had to remind myself that it was just once a year and I shouldn't give up my plans because of it. Melbourne was beautiful and their schools were highly rated, giving me everything for a stable future. Luckily I was never disappointed by my choices as it was easy to get used to the life here and I even found some new friends who helped me every time I felt homesick. It wasn’t the worst usually, as I was truly content with how my life was going, but sometimes it just hit me out of nowhere and in those moments they were always there for me.

It was now the third year when we lived through the race weekend, meaning we finally had a working schedule with which we still followed our usual plans but stayed out of the bigger crowds. Although we were in the middle of the semester we always found time to enjoy the still warm weather and spend most of our free time outside. Usually our choice was the beach for the afternoons as even though it was packed until noon, the tourists never stayed for long. We usually arrived in the late afternoon and stayed well after the sun went down, and the temperature went down a little finally. The water usually stayed comfortable until later in the evening making it bearable for almost a whole 24 hours if you weren’t squeamish. Even if you were after spending a few weeks at the beach, everyone got used to it.

As soon as everyone finished with their lectures we got our things together and took the 5 minutes walk down to the beach. We had a favourite spot which was luckily never taken when we got down there. For a few minutes we just sat down, talking about our weeks. I shared a dorm room with two other girls, but we had a few friends who had their own apartments or lived with their family a bit farther away from our university. We usually had one or two days every week to catch up with them as in between lectures we were either too tired or didn’t have the time to do so. But most of the afternoons were ours fully and we used it the best we could to relax but still use that time to make memories for the few years we’re spending together. We could say it’s gonna stay the same after we graduate but everyone knew we would move to different countries as soon as we weren’t connected to Australia. Even I planned to go home, although I enjoyed living here and getting to be independent without my family behind my back.

“ Are you coming? ” One of the girls asked me, as they were already walking down to the water, while I was still standing around our towels with my phone in my hand. I was in the middle debating which sunset photo I should post from my gallery, but her voice made me look up.

“ Just a second. I’ll catch up. ” I smiled at her before looking back down at my screen. In the end my finger finally tapped the posting button and I pushed it aside while I got the sundress off that was on over my bikini.

Right before I would have ran after the girls, the device was back in my hands so I could check that the picture uploaded without a problem. A smile got on my face when I saw a reaction from one of my family members but as soon as it showed the whole list of the people who looked at my story, it faded away. For the past few months whenever I posted something he was always there in the first few seconds or at least minutes. I couldn’t understand what changed that he showed up in my life again, but I didn't really want to give him space in my thoughts either. It has been almost 4 years since we last talked and could call each other best friends, but I wasn’t about to take the first step and message him after he forgot about me until now. I just dropped my phone back into my bag, closing it and then caught up with my friends so they could make me forget about him again.

We spent quite some time in the water, swimming a few laps back and forth before just standing around and enjoying the last rays of sunshine while we chatted away. My thoughts were already in a different direction thanks to all the different topics that came up between us. Sometimes it was harder to make me forget time and time again, but turns out today I only needed some distraction and everything was set for an enjoyable night. With the sun completely off the sky the temperature dropped quickly and it was getting a bit chilly for my liking in just a few minutes. When it was truly uncomfortable I gave up and walked back to the shore, sitting down on my own blanket and draping my towel around my shoulders. It immediately brought enough warmth over my body that I stopped shivering and could wait for them until they would get cold too. Until then I just went onto my phone to go through some posts of my friends. Sometimes I looked up to check on them just so they wouldn’t leave me out of something. One of those times I saw a person coming my way and although I didn’t mind too much attention to it, when he continued and there was no one else in my close proximity I felt like he might be coming to me. In the end I was right as he turned right towards me and then stopped just a few steps away from our blankets.

“ Never thought you would exchange our lovely and perfect red stars for ugly white ones. ” He spoke up and I could recognise the voice even though his face was almost unseeable thanks to him standing with his back towards the moon. My jaw dropped immediately and I felt like I grew roots into the ground as I couldn’t move my body. “ If you want me to fuck off, just tell me. It’s okay. I just thought we could maybe talk, and from the pictures I saw that you’re here. Hoped you didn’t go home yet so I could catch you and... ” He started rambling but I was quick to finally push myself up and hug him immediately. I always imagined our reunion with me being angry at him, but somehow I couldn’t get myself to feel that way now that he was standing right in front of me.

“ You idiot. ” I told him not leaving any space for questions and I could feel as he finally relaxed and hugged me back. “ The biggest in the whole world. ” I added with a sigh, closing my eyes as my brain started functioning again and I had an urge to kick his shin at least.

“ I can live with that. ” Marcus let out a laugh and I could feel as my heart jumped a little at the sound. It was something that always reminded me of our home and spending every possible second together. “ I’m sorry for disappearing. ” He let out a sigh, letting go of me only when we realised my wet bathing suit soaked his shirt, although even he didn’t care about it for too long.

“ What are you doing here? I thought F2 wasn't coming here. ” I asked him confused, knowing that we wouldn’t be in this situation if he traveled here for one of the races in the past two years. “ Not like I’m complaining, but I can hardly believe my own eyes and senses. ” I shook my head a little before looking up at him again. He changed, quite a bit since we last met and even though I saw pictures of him it was different in a face-to-face situation.

“ Ferrari invited a few of us so we could gather some experience. The speed I accepted the offer with might have raised some eyebrows. ” Marcus hid his face in his palm, making me chuckle as I could see the situation unfold in front of my eyes like I was there. “ Thought I would DM you and ask if you wanted to meet up maybe. But I realized it would be better offline. ” I had to roll my eyes at his first idea although I knew he wasn’t lying and it for sure went through his brain as a real possibility.

“ You’re lucky you didn’t. I would have blocked you forever I think. My plan was connecting my fist with your face if we ever meet again, right until you showed up here. ” I shook my head with a smile, as I wasn’t proud of what I wanted to do to him. “ I was really angry when you just stopped talking to me. I tried so hard to reach you, but it felt like you didn’t even exist anymore even though they were talking about you almost every week. ” I sighed, sitting back down and leaving enough space for him too.

“ Would have been deserved actually. ” His fingers scratched at the nape of his neck and I could see the tint of purple traveling up his neck. I watched him as he sat down, pulling his legs up and resting his arms onto them. “ I really am sorry. For a part everything got busy with all the training, races and studying, but at the same time I know damn well a message here and there should have been possible. I messed up, everything. ” His eyes shined even in the minimal light of the moon, and I could get myself to look away. Even feeling the burning stares on my back from my friends didn’t get me to turn around.

“ I won’t say that it’s okay, but I accept your apology. How could I not. ” I let out a breath that I realized was still stuck in me since the initial surprise took over my body. “ It feels like we didn’t even skip over like 3 years of each other’s life. Only difference is that you’re finally taller than me, but the baby face’s still there. ” My hand went up to his cheek to pat it gently like my grandma did for him all the time when he came over for lunch. He always hated it but knew that it was a gesture of love from her and a way to show Marcus that she considered him part of our family.

“ Yeah, I guess it’s going to stay forever. ” Marcus huffed, moving his head back a little to avoid my attack, although he failed miserably. “ I almost forgot, congrats for uni. I remember how hard you were studying to get in. Everyone home was ecstatic when I told them about it. ” His hand slapped his forehead, making me laugh with his expression at the slight stinging he caused himself.

“ Thank you, but it’s nothing compared to your second place last year. ” I shrugged a little but as soon as his lips pulled into a slight smirk my eyes rolled on their own. “ Surprise, surprise, I followed your career. Just as much as you followed my life for the past few months. ” I poked him in the ribs with my finger, making him wince for a second before we both started laughing at the little sound he made.

“ Fair. I still hate how Instagram shows who opened your stories. ” He shook his head a little and both of our heads turned towards the water when we realized the background chatting was getting closer and closer to where we were sitting. They were just a few meters away when my eyes landed on their figures and I sensed when Marcus stood up from next to me, making me push myself up too.

I didn’t feel too anxious about him meeting my other friends, although I knew what this meant for my evening at the dorm with them. They would have an immense amount of questions both about him and us, even though I already mentioned him when we were bringing up our past. A few of them even knew about my past feelings about him and how him reappearing on my socials played with my emotions, but they only saw a few photos of him. This was another level and I knew he would be the topic for at least the next week between us, for one reason or another. Depends on how we get on from this point and if we manage to keep in contact when they have to fly away again.

“ Oh, I knew it wasn’t just my imagination. I told you someone was coming here. ” My roommate spoke up as soon as they got close enough to make us out from the darkness. “ You’re Marcus, right? ” She stepped right in front of him, reaching her hand out while introducing herself. I always admired her boldness even in front of strangers.

“ Yes, although I didn’t know so many people knew me from here. ” Marcus let out an uneasy chuckle, looking at me a bit concerned. I just shook my head dismissively, almost telling him that it was just a ‘Girl group’ thing. Relief washed over me though that I didn’t share a lot about him, behind his back.

I watched from the sideline as everyone introduced themselves to him and for a second it felt domestic as all of them shot me a concerned glance towards me. It felt like they would pounce at him if they saw that I was uncomfortable in his presence. While it made me feel loved in a way, I also didn’t want them to really chip on the situation. It was something that better dealt with in private as I felt like we had to talk lots of things through to get back to the friendship we left behind years ago. This wasn’t the setting for a conversation like that.

“ We should probably get home before it gets really late. School won’t wait in the morning. ” I spoke up before any of them could start questioning him. We would never be able to get going then. “ Maybe we can catch up sometime before the race? I’m sure you will have enough to do during the weekend. ” I turned back towards Marcus who looked just as relieved as I did seconds ago.

“ Yeah, that would be better. Maybe lunch, or a coffee in the afternoon? Whenever you’re free of course. ” He nodded a little, still glancing at the girls who were either packing up or staring him down behind me.

“ I’m up for either of those. Surprise me. ” I grinned at him, feeling the pull on my arm when everyone was ready. “ Is your number the same? ” I asked him, already taking a step back, but waiting for his answers.

“ Yes. Never changed. ” Marcus nodded again, a little smile playing on his lips at the idea that we’re going to meet up again probably. At least I hoped so. Why else would he stalk me down and come up to me for a chat?

“ I’m gonna text you in the morning when’s my last lecture. We can meet up after that. ” I told them, before turning around with one last wave and catching up to my group. I could only hope that they would at least let me sleep before the questions start pouring out of them all at once.

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