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weirdlyhornyforegos · 4 years

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Actor Mark x male reader

Anon: Hi, gosh i really love your fanfics they are s o g o o d. could you maybe write some male!reader x actor? where reader had been teasing google all day(and he was kind of into it) and then actor is like "grr no, mine thank you very much" and then they fuck or smthn?

MINORS DNI!! Possessive and jealous Actor is some good shit

Mark can be a jealous person at times. He can admit that. He tries to keep the jealousy to a minimum, but sometimes it’s hard.

Like today.

Seeing you tease and flirt with Google, and seeing the god damn robot flirt back when he very well knows you’re taken is where he draws the line.

He walks up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist and gives your cheek a kiss. You hum and keep talking to Google, used to the actor doing stuff like this.

Google hardly gives him a glance, but Mark glares at him so hard that the android has to take notice of him. He looks like he has swallowed a lemon.

“Good, fuck him.” Mark thinks. He glares at him as Google keeps up his conversation with you.

After some time, Google finally takes the fucking hint and leaves, leaving behind a confused you, as he had been even blunter than normal, almost ending the conversation out of nowhere.

You turn around in Mark’s arms, cupping his face.

“What was that all about?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You give him an unimpressed look.

“Right.” You lean in for a kiss, which you intend to be brief, but Mark has other plan. He deepens the kiss, and soon you find yourself pressed against the wall.

You have to break away from the kiss to get some air, and with heavy breathing you watch Mark’s eyes roam all over you.

“What?” You ask. Mark doesn’t answer, instead backing off, grabbing your hand.

You let yourself be dragged to the nearest door, which turns out to be an office. You don’t even know who it belongs to, but you’re pushed down on your back on the couch occupying one side of the room. Mark quickly follows, leaning down to kiss you, bracketing you in. He rolls his hips forward, and you can suddenly feel how he’s half hard in his pants already, which causes you to draw in a sharp breath.

One of his hands move to rub against your front as the same time as he stops kissing you in favor of moving down to kissing your neck. You feel your dick already getting interested, and moan, bucking your hips up against Mark’s hand.

“I am going to make you feel so good that you forget about even just the idea of flirting with someone else.”

“Fuck, Mark, what flirting?” Mark growls and that sound goes straight to your dick.

“That fucking android.”

“Google?” At the mention of his name, Mark bites down hard on a spot of your neck, causing you to yelp. Your hands fly into his hair, trying to tug at him, but Mark isn’t moving away from the spot, now licking it over with broad strokes, as to soothe the sting of the bite.

“Mine. All mine.” You groan, knowing you’re in for it when Mark gets in a mood like this. It kinda had been your plan all along, but that you will never admit to him.

Seeing Mark get jealous and a little possessive does thing to you, like making your cock hard, and making it leak pre-cum where Mark is still rubbing it over your pants.

“Mark...” You whine, moving your hips up against his hand. Mark seems to tire of touching you like this, as just seconds later he’s unbuttoning your pants, and then they’re off, along with your underwear, shirt, socks, and shoes.

Mark’s hand wrap around your dick as two fingers appear at your lips.

“Suck.” You do as he says as he jerks you off. You try to do it as well as you can, but it’s kinda hard when Mark’s hand is moving up and down your cock, smearing out your pre-cum. His thumb swirls around your tip, and you try to mimic the motion with your tongue against his fingers.

He groans, and pulls the fingers out of your mouth. You whine, but soon stops as one finger trails down your cock, down to your balls, and right down to your hole.

Your breath hitches as one finger slowly enters you, stopping only when it’s fully inside.

Mark is still jerking you off, but he doesn’t move his finger inside you. You try to rock your hips down to make him do something with it, but you’re stopped by Mark letting go off your cock to hold you down.

“No, I decide when you get more.” You groan, but nod, stilling. Pleased with you doing as he says, Mark goes back to jerking you off, now also moving his finger slowly in and out of you. You clutch at the couch pillows, holding on as Mark does as he pleases.

Mark is being purposefully slow, and every time he feels you’re getting close to coming, he stops, letting you get away from the edge before he starts moving again.

One finger on your ass turns to two soon enough, and after some whining and begging form you, you have three of Mark’s fingers in your ass, his hand still stroking your cock in tandem with his fingers fucking into you.

You have to suck on Mark’s fingers a few more times, and he even uses some of your own pre-cum as lube.

“Maaarrkk....” You whine, trying to keep your hips still like he wants you to, but it’s hard. Mark laughs, grinning as his hand slows down and he thumbs at the head of your cock.

“Does someone want to come? Spill all over my hand?” You nod frantically, elated that it seems like Mark might indulge you and let you come. You have been so close to cumming so many times, it’s maddening.

Mark leans down, his fingers finding a new angle which makes you see stars as they press against your prostate, and his hand on your cock starts stroking again. You moan and Mark laughs, kissing along your collarbone.

“I’m the only one who gets to see and make you like this, understand?”

“Yes, Mark, ah, fuck!” Mark bites down at your shoulder, making you squirm even more.

“Good. Now what are you?” You know what he wants to hear.

“Yours! I’m all yours, no one elses.”

“Good, now come for me.” Mark says right in your ear, and then you are. You come with a cry of his name, vision almost going white with the intensity of your orgasm. Your body shakes, and you feel your cum shooting out and coating Mark’s hand and your stomach.

Panting, you come down from your orgasm to the feeling of Mark dragging his fingers trough the cum on your stomach, before his touch disappears completely.

Opening your eyes, not even realising you closed them in the first place, you’re met with the fantastic sight of Mark slowly stroking his cock, coating it with your cum as well as his own. He has taken his shirt off, but his pants and underwear is still on, just pushed down far enough so he can free his cock.

Stopping stroking his cock, Mark pushes at your legs so he can settle between them, his cock nudging against your hole.

“Mine.” He growls as he trusts in. The stretch is just outside of comfortable, but that soon changes as Mark starts to move, and sends pleasure sparking trough your body as he hits you prostate over, and over, and over again. Even though it hasn’t been long since you last came, it doesn’t take long for your dick to get interested in the proceedings, and soon you find yourself hard once more.

You tangle your hands in Mark’s hair as he leans down to kiss you, slowing down his trusts to do so. You whine and tug at his hair, you can feel Mark grin into the kiss. He stops kissing you, but doesn’t speed up, instead moving down to lick at one nipple. You groan, and tug at his hair again.

Mark grunts and leans back again, making you let go of his hair. He grips your hips as his own speeds up, hitting hard against your as. You clutch at the couch cushions and let out a load moan.

“You. Are. Mine.” Every word is punctuated with a thrust of his hips, making you move up on the couch and making you feel incredible.

A few more thrusts, and Mark’s hand wrap around your cock, jerking you off in time with his trusts.

Less than a minute later you’re coming again, spilling all over Mark’s hand, him not far behind. He stills, buried deep inside you as he comes, filling you up. Mark settles on top of you as you both breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath.

“Fuck, Mark....” Mark laughs, shifting so he can kiss your chest.

“I thought I already did? But if you are unsatisfied...” He trails kisses up your sternum as you laugh, and you pull him up into a proper kiss instead. You can feel Mark’s grin, and you roll your eyes when you break the kiss.

“Later, lets get dressed for now. I don’t want anyone to catch us like this.” Mark gets off you, giving you a once over.

“I certainly wouldn’t mind....” You make a face at Mark, throwing his shirt at him as he laughs again.

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innaminitus · 5 years

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After heat

Pairing: Loki x reader

Request: So I had an idea with Loki x frost giant!reader where they experience a mating season and they have one of those relationships where they act like they hate each other so they try hard to resist but ultimately fail. If you think it’s to wild you can just ignore this. Thanks for considering though! (from anon)

BUT

sequel to the heat loki imagine where reader becomes pregnant from that and loki is like “hey i love u be my queen” or smthn :) (from anon)

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, frost giant!reader, frost giant!Loki, language, you don’t have to read the previous part

Word count: 2342

A/N: i am SO creative when it comes to making titles, where is my nobel prize? also, cherry galaxies are my new kink for like 20 mnutes already so yeah

You barely opened your eyes and he was already on top of you, kissing your jawline, whispering “good morning” and sliding into your constantly wet pussy.

These were the last weeks of the mating season and many Giants were already proud and pregnant, but those who were not, were using days and nights for fucking, sucking and grinding.

Loki raised your leg and hooked it over his shoulder for better angle, and now he was reaching much deeper, making you moan and thrusting harder at it.

Your whole body was aching for him, you curved your back at his touch and he leaned to kiss you, push his tongue in your mouth and groan when you bit his lower lip. His hand traced the outline of your spine, making you shiver, your fingers sneaked along his torso, to the small of his back, all the way to his cheeks, forcing him to thrust even harder. His groan filled the chamber as he bit your neck for that. You couldn’t help but to smile as he changed his teeth for his lips and left sweet wet pecks along your neck and jaw, to end with a passionate kiss on your lips.

Something swirled in your stomach, but it wasn’t a pleasant, exciting thing. The world spun around you, making you nauseous.

“Loki…” You stuttered. “Loki, stop…” He just thrusted in you harder, thinking it’s a game you play, smirking onto your skin, but you only felt worse when he did, and clenched your fingers around his arms. “Loki, please, stop… Something’s wrong.”

He stopped moving and, still inside of you, looked at you with a concern.

“What is it?”

The nausea was getting worse and worse, and you only managed to throw him off of you and run to the opened window to empty your stomach.

You heard his footsteps and seconds later felt him holding your hair and massaging your back gently.

You wouldn’t suspect him to.

When you didn’t have anything to vomit, you threw up with bile and saliva, and he was still there, whispering nothings. After a few deep breaths you were positive you’ve done vomiting and managed to sit down on the floor and lean on the wall, trying to calm your stomach down.

“What’s wrong? Did you eat something bad?” Loki squatted next to you, true concern painted on his face as he held your hand. “Can I get you something?”

“No, I just need to sit for a minute,” you managed to say. “I don’t think I’ve–“ Something hit you and you did a quick math in your head. You’ve lost count on how many times you’ve fucked. Mating season was reaching its end, which meant you’ve been doing it for over a month. Every-fucking-day. “Oh, fuck.” You shook your head and covered your lips. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” You were looking at him in horror, and he seemed more and more frightened.

“What’s wrong?” He was panicked, his eyes wide and hand squeezing yours tight. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“I– I need to go,” you sobbed and got up, quickly, so he couldn’t stop you. You grabbed your dress from the floor and put it on with shaking hands. “I’m sorry.”

You left his chamber barefoot, forgetting half of your clothes, just in this thin dress, with cold piercing you through, suddenly your blue skin not protecting you from it at all.

You were pregnant and you shouldn’t be surprised. If you wanted the contraception to work you had to drink the potion before each mating session and you just… didn’t. Sometimes you forgot, sometimes he just took you out of nowhere and you didn’t protest.

“Y/N! Wait!” Loki was running after you, but you just kept moving. You had to drink the miscarriage herbs fast, before you felt too guilty for that. “Please, wait.”

You took a deep breath, stopped and waited for him to stand before you.

“I don’t want to keep it,” you just said, shaking your head.

“Keep what? What are you talking about? At least give me a clue.” He cupped your face and forced you to look at him. His cherry eyes drilled you through.

“How can you not understand?” You squeaked and moved away from his hands. “You’re supposed to be smart, aren’t you?” You wiped an unwanted tear from your cheek. “I’m pregnant.”

An expression of fear and shock quickly turned to joy when he pulled you to himself and closed in a tight hug.

“That’s amazing, that’s… I’m going to be a father!” He was almost shouting into your ear, making you dizzy.

The whole world seemed unreal when you pushed him away.

“You’re not. I’m not keeping it.” You shook your head and continued your nervous walk. “Don’t get too comfortable with a thought of another baby.”

He didn’t follow you.

“What do you mean ‘another’?”

You stopped and turned to him, shivering from cold.

“You must have a dozen of bastards by now.”

He looked away, his hand dived to his curly hair before he covered his face to calm himself down.

“Listen. I don’t know why are you so determined to hurt me right now, but I really don’t want to fight.” He tugged his deep purple robe tighter and closed the distance between you. “I don’t have any children and I don’t know where this idea is from, but I don’t care. I want you to keep this baby.”

“You can’t force me to.” You felt your stomach swirling again.

“I can order you to.”

You knew he didn’t want to. That he was just clueless, hurt and already in love with the idea of having an heir. You knew, and yet you decided to hurt him even more.

“Is this what I am to you? A subject you can fuck, fertilize and toss away? I wouldn’t stand if the child came out just as you.”

“Y/N!” He pointed a finger at you, and you didn’t fail to see that it was shaking. “Stop it! Stop trying to make me hate you just to make yourself feel better with your decision, because that’s not going to happen, do you understand me?” He cupped your face again, only this time you didn’t push him away. “I will never hate you. Never.” He pressed his hot lips on your forehead. “And I know that you’re not telling me the truth. So please, stop lying to me.”

It was the honesty in him that made you break in tears. He held you close and you let him, wrapping arms around him as well.

“They will kill it if they find out. Jotuns. There are still Laufey’s allies and… Alone you’re not a threat. They’ll let you play king for as long you want because they know that the throne will eventually go back to Giants.” You felt him holding you tighter. “And if it turned out you have an heir… He will be a threat. They will kill it in its sleep. They will kill our baby.” He was caressing your hair. “There was no hope for me here, and there will be no hope for this child.”

He stayed silent and for that blissful moment of holding him in your arms you felt warm, safe and unbothered. You finally noticed that the aching between your legs stopped, just as the unbearable smell of pheromones around you. It must’ve stopped weeks ago, and somehow you didn’t realize it, the constant adrenaline and his scent was enough to keep you aroused all the time.

“I will fight a war with anyone who dares to raise a hand on you or this baby,” he murmured in your hair.

“And get yourself killed. Loki, this… This shouldn’t’ve happened.” You took a step away from his warm shoulders, your safe place. “I need to fix this mistake, do you understand? There are two scenarios. One, I get rid of the pregnancy and we both live peacefully, you as a king and I as your advisor. And two, you play family for a while and get yourselves murdered, unless you abdicate. And even then they will kill us, just because we are different.” You shook your head and turned away, not able to look at his face any longer. “You can’t have both.” You began to walk away, your feet unbearably cold on the marble floor, hurting when you moved them.

“And in which scenario do I get you?”

You froze and very slowly turned back to him.

“Why would you want me?”

He hopelessly threw hands in the air, biting his lower lip.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He walked closer, his eyes searching for yours. “I love you.”

Even if your heart beat faster, you decided to ignore it.

“Lack of choice isn’t love, my king.” You titled your head. “I’m sorry if you think this is love. It’s not. It’s just mating, made only for procreation.”

“This is love.” He grabbed your chin harshly. “And I don’t care why you are so determined to ruin it all. Don’t make me believe that you don’t feel anything for me.”

You didn’t move, just let him shout at you. It was a difficult situation for both of you, after all.

“I don’t.”

What you felt didn’t matter now. You promised to yourself that you will never bring child to this cold, frozen planet, surrounded by hostile Giants, spitting at you every chance they get, insulting you, hating you and your king. You couldn’t do that to an innocent child.

“Let’s run, then,” Loki said, his eyes got blurred for a second. “Let’s run to Midgard, to the new Asgard my brother created.”

Your cheeks got warm from the unwanted blush.

“Don’t read my mind.” You tried to set yourself free from his grasp, but he just held your shoulders and brought you closer. “We can’t run, what about your beloved throne?”

“There are other things I cherish much more than I ever cherished the power or the throne.” He pressed his lips onto yours, surprisingly warm and gentle. You let yourself forget everything in that kiss, just dive into his affection. “I love you. And I know for a fact that you love me, too.” You just crimsoned and murmured something about him staying away from your head, but he just laughed joyfully. “Let’s do this. Let’s run away, we both hate this place. Be mine. Be my queen even when I am no king. Be the mother of my child, which we will gift the best childhood we can. Think of how peaceful our life can be.”

“How can you give up on the position you’ve been waiting centuries for?” You still didn’t want to believe him. His vision was beautiful, but it couldn’t be anything more than just a dream, could it?

“I have more important thing to care for.” His hands sneaked onto your waist. “And this is something I definitely don’t want to give up on.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and, before your common sense could stop you, opened your mouth.

“Fine. Alright. Let’s do this. Let’s run away.”

“It’s your turn now, good luck with the enormous poop,” you muttered in the sheets while turning to another side and covering your ears with a pillow.

Your son was waking up every night at precisely two o’clock, which made you believe he had a clock built in his tummy, did his business in the diaper and peacefully went back to sleep for entire night. You adored his chubby blue face and his voice of an angel, but only if he didn’t wake you up.

After a minute or two Loki slid back to the bed, took his pillow back and wrapped his arm around you to hold you closer.

“If I knew you were such a lazy wife I would think twice before marrying you– ouch!” He laughed when you smacked him on his thigh, the only place you could reach. “You know I’m just joking. I would marry you anyway.”

You turned on the bed to kiss him lightly, but he held the back of your head and didn’t let you go. His tongue sneaked into your mouth, his fingers under your dress.

You got married shortly after you landed on Midgard. Thor welcomed you happily, in what seemed like a desperate need of advisor. Loki helped him with managing the town while your belly was growing and growing, making you slowly believe that the peaceful life you’ve been dreaming of could actually become reality.

And when he was caressing your skin full of stretch marks, calling you beautiful, calling you his, you let go of the fear, of the bad memories from Jotunheim. They didn’t matter anymore.

He slid into you with ease, gasping in your open mouth as you wrapped your arms around him, bringing him for a kiss. He moved slowly, as if you had all the time in the world, as if time didn’t exist at all, replaced by love and silent moans.

He was still filling you perfectly, stretching your walls in the most idyllic way, kissing away every thought, every gasp. Your eyes were locked on his, two cherry galaxies keeping secrets and stars in his irises, making you lose yourself in movement and affection, in the feeling of his skin on yours, on the blue mixing together, like the two seas merging into an ocean.

You’ve never felt more loved than in that exact moment. Somehow, without a word, he was able to make you worthy, to make you his queen and you kissed him for that. For always believing in you.

His thrusts became harder, your legs were already shaking. He muted his moan on your lips when he came hard inside of you, throwing you off the edge as well, your walls clenching tightly around his member as you rode down your orgasm as silently as you could, kissing him hard as you did.

You were happy. You were happy.

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thirsttrapholland · 5 years

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What Happens in the On-Call Room

Requested? Yes

By: anonymous

Pairing: Doctor!Tom x Doctor!Reader

Anonymous said to thirsttrapholland:

hello love! wondering if doc!tom interested you, like idk he fucks her in the toilet or smthn and he gets paged for surgery idk

Warning(s): Smut, adult language, Dr. Holland making you swoon, I think that’s about it.

Word Count: 2050

A/N: Alright y’all, I don’t know jack about doctors or the inner workings of hospitals except for what I learned from Grey’s, Scrubs and the occasional episodes of General Hospital I used to watch with my grandma after school,lol. So, if I got any details or lingo wrong, please forgive me.

Changed it up just a little bit anon. I hope you like it. Feedback is always appreciated.

You had promised yourself that you would never fulfill the cliché of overworked, stressed out and sleep deprived doctors that had neither the time nor energy to maintain real relationships and instead took sexual solace in a colleague they might not even like or barely knew just to stave off boredom, loneliness and to feel something at least akin to a real human connection.

And yet, just like something out of a particularly shitty and depraved episode of Grey’s Anatomy, there you were on the lumpy sofa in the on-call room being fucked senseless by Dr. Thomas Holland.

You had been stretched out on the sofa trying to recall from the abnormal psych class you’d taken as an undergrad, just how many hours a person could go without sleep before they started to hallucinate.

You were over halfway through your second 12-hour shift of the week and despite how bone tired and weary you were, sleep seemed to be eluding you. You had just started to drift off for the first time in you couldn’t remember how long, when the door to the on-call room banged open and you heard someone walk in. You opened your eyes to find the infamous Tom Holland standing over you.

Dr. Holland was known all around the hospital for three things.

Number one, was his impeccable bedside manner. He really had a way with people. He was both incredibly charming and had a soothing presence. He possessed an innate ability to calm even the most terrified patient or family member. He never talked down to his patients but explained exactly what would take place during their surgeries in a way that they could understand and patiently answered all their questions. Most of the hospital staff was convinced that most of his patients were at least half in love with him by the time they were released.

Secondly, he was the youngest and most arrogant cardiothoracic surgeon on the staff and that was really saying something. Most surgeons were at least a little bit arrogant by nature; it was hard not to be when you were responsible for people’s lives. Probably a little hard not to develop an outsize ego when you literally held other people’s hearts in your hands on a regular basis.

Even you yourself weren’t immune to having your head up your own ass on occasion; so, the fact that his cockiness stood out in a building full of doctors really kind of said it all. He was very good at what he did and wasn’t about to let anybody forget it.

And finally, it wasn’t just patients who were taken in by his charming bedside manner. If all the talk around the halls was to be believed, Tom had a cut a swath through the hospital, counting nurses, fellow doctors and maybe even an administrator or two among his conquests. He never really dated anybody; it was more just random hook ups.

Of course, hospitals were worse than the average high school cafeteria when it came to being a breeding ground for rumors, so who even knew how much of the gossip was true. Dr. Holland had been the attending on a couple of your intakes and there had been a few moments that if you squinted hard enough, he might have been flirting with you but for the most part he was always professional.

Which is not to say that you were immune to his charms; not at all. Tom was handsome and that was just a fact. Big brown eyes, thick wavy dark brown hair, killer cheekbones, a ridiculous jawline and the kind of smile that could literally light up a room. The kind of soft, gentle voice that could probably talk you into damn near anything if he wanted to. So, if people really were queuing up to be next in line, you got it.

In fact, if you were being honest with yourself, you knew that if he ever made a move on you or if an opportunity presented itself, there was a very high chance that you would say yes. You just weren’t going to go out of your way to be the latest notch on his bedpost.

You gave up on the notion of getting any sleep as you swung your feet off the sofa to make room for Tom to sit down. “What are you doing here?” His casual street attire, a plain black t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans, was a tip off that he was no longer on the clock. “Didn’t your shift end a couple of hours ago?”

“It did but the patient I operated on earlier should be coming around sometime soon and I promised her I’d be here when she woke up.”

As many physical assets as Dr. Holland had, you thought that perhaps the most attractive thing about him was just how much he genuinely cared about his patients.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to pass by a patient’s room and see Tom sitting on the edge of their bed, regaling them with some ridiculous story, sneaking them an extra pudding cup from the cafeteria or simply just holding a hand.

You could tell from the dark circles under his eyes just how tired he was. He should have been at home in his own bed, but he’d promised a patient that he would be here, so here he was.

“You look dead on your feet. It’s really nice of you to wait for your patient to wake up.”

“Well, I promised.” His face lit up with a wicked grin. “Besides, I’ve got the next two days off.”

“Oh screw you, Holland.” Time off was a rare and precious commodity and your next day off seemed a lifetime away. You couldn’t even pretend not to be jealous.

Tom let out a chuckle as he flopped down next to you on the sofa. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

“Don’t worry about it. The chances of me actually falling asleep were fairly slim anyway.” You leaned your head against the back of the sofa. “I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a few minutes though.”

“You don’t mind if I sit here with you, do you?” Tom asked.

“Of course not.” You stifled a yawn with your hand as your eyes once again slid shut.

You awoke with a start. You were slightly disoriented as your brain made the transition from sleeping to being fully conscious. Your surroundings suddenly came into focus and you remembered that you were in the on-call room.

What you were having more trouble comprehending was why there was an arm around your shoulders and whose warm solid chest your head was resting against. You slowly sat up and looked up into the face of the person you’d been using as a pillow.

Tom grinned down at you. “You’re awake.”

“I don’t even remember falling asleep.”

“You were out like a light about two seconds after you claimed you were just ‘resting your eyes’. Next thing I knew your head had lolled over onto my shoulder.

“This is so embarrassing.” Of all the people to fall asleep and probably drool on. “Why didn’t you move me?”

Tom reached out and stroked a stray strand of hair off your forehead. “I didn’t mind.” It was such a simple gesture but it stirred something inside of you that you couldn’t explain.

You could blame sleep deprivation. You could blame the fact that you hadn’t even been on a decent date, let alone had sex in far longer than you wanted to think about. You could even blame the fact that you kind of, lowkey had a crush on him.

Whatever the reason, a switch had been flipped in your brain and suddenly, having Dr. Thomas Holland on top of you, inside of you seemed like the best idea in the world. The lusty gaze in his dark eyes let you know that he had reached a similar conclusion.

Tom tore off his own t-shirt before making quick work of your clothes, as he pulled off your underwear and scrub bottoms and tossed them onto the floor. He fished a condom out of his pocket and handed it to you before hurriedly shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees.

You licked your hand and pumped his cock a few times with your spit slicked palm before tearing the condom wrapper open with your teeth and rolling it smoothly down over his hardness.

Tom peppered kisses down your neck and across your exposed collarbones as he settled his slender hips between your open thighs and teased your clit with his cock; tapping against the swollen nub and making you squirm beneath him. You gasped and dug your short blunt fingernails into the firm flesh of his lightly freckled shoulders as he finally slid inside your already slick walls. He slowly pulled halfway out before thrusting back in and bottoming out.

You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth before sucking his tongue into your mouth, the two of you exchanging wet sloppy kisses as you tangled your fingers in his soft hair and pulled; the way he moaned against your lips let you know how much he liked it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist; your ankles crossed behind his back, locking him in place as he moved deep inside you.

Tom buried his forehead against the crook of your neck as he took one of your hands in his and held it above your head; your fingers intertwined with his.

You could feel him twitching inside of you and knew he was close. You brought your free hand down between the two of you and started to rub your clit. Tom’s strokes came harder and faster until all the tension that had been building in your body exploded; the fluttering and clenching of your wet inner walls spurring him right behind you into his own release.

The spasms in your body had barely subsided when you were brought out of your post coital bliss by the hospital’s blaring PA system.

“Dr. Holland, please report to 445-C. Dr. Holland, you’re needed in 445-C.”

The loud announcement was like a splash of cold water to the face, bringing you back to your senses as your stomach dropped with the realization of what you had just done.

You’d just had sex with a colleague that in all honesty, you barely even knew.

You’d just had sex with a colleague that you barely even knew while you were at work and on duty.

You’d just had sex with a colleague that you barely even knew, while you were at work and on duty in a room with an unlocked door that anyone could have walked into at any time.

One quick glance at Tom’s face let you know that he was coming to the same realization. He stood up and dropped the cum filled condom into the trash can before he hastily pulled up his boxers and jeans. “That should be my patient, I need to go.” He grabbed your scrubs and underwear off the floor and handed them to you.

Overcome with a sudden wave of modesty, you waited until he turned his back to put his shirt back on before you shimmied into your underwear. You couldn’t help it as you thought to yourself, ‘Is that it? Wham, bam and not even a thank you, ma’am?’

You were just about to step into your scrub bottoms when Tom turned back to you. “What time are you off?”

You regarded him with a slightly suspicious expression on your face before answering. “Two a.m. Why?”

“I was just wondering if you might like to grab a cup of coffee with me.” When you didn’t answer right away, Tom raked his hand through his hair and shook his head. “Okay, that was really stupid. Last thing you probably want at two o’clock in the morning is a cup of coffee.”

You had never known Dr. Tom Holland to be anything less than confident so to see him like this, nervously asking you out for a cup of coffee, it was kind of endearing.

“Yes.”

He looked up, a grin growing across his face. “Yes?”

“Yes, I’d love to get a cup of coffee with you.”

“Okay then. Meet you back here in a few hours?”

“Sure, it’s a date.” You instantly regretted the words as soon as they were out of your mouth. You didn’t want him to think you were trying to make this more than what it was. You were wishing you could take the words back into your mouth when Tom flashed his beautiful smile at you.

“Yeah. It’s a date.”

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #doctor au #doc!tom #fic request #anon fic request #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine

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feel199x · 5 years

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boyfriend!chan

❣ summary: chan is working super hard for his next comeback, and he’s very clingy once he comes back. he’s also very adamant on being the best boyfriend you’ll ever have

❣ warnings: none, i think!

❣ request: yes!

❣ a/n: i kinda,,, went overboard anon im sorry :( i hope u like it ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ masterlist

Your boyfriend was super hard-working, and although you admired him for it, it was both his greatest personality aspect and his worst. Chan was an angel, he really was, but this comeback was absolutely tiring him out. He did his best to keep up with you and give you attention, but as the comeback approached, the messages got scarcer and scarcer. You weren’t upset with him because you knew that he was in an incredibly demanding field of work, and thus, couldn’t always give you his undivided attention. Chan still felt bad though and always spoiled you when he had free time. You scolded him every time, but he could never take you seriously with how flustered you always ended up. Chan was the kind of guy who went all out in everything he did, and this included gifts. For your year and half anniversary (was that even a thing people celebrated?) he had written you a song and given you a matching set of necklaces. Chris was just everything you could’ve asked for and more, he always listened and did his best to make the relationship run smoothly. Even when you had gotten insecure about dating him, thinking that he would fall for another idol or suddenly come to a realization that you weren’t good enough, he always reassured you. It had been nearly two years now, and coincidentally your anniversary was only a couple days after their first comeback stage.

You weren’t too worried about it, Chan always took this sort of thing very seriously. Even if he didn’t do anything too special, you wouldn’t get upset with him. He was a busy guy, and you were aware of this when you started to date him. It was actually Chris who was nervous about dating you, not because of the fans or media but because he feared not giving you the love, care, and attention that you deserved. Even with how understanding you were, you still missed him. It was a good thing exams were coming up because otherwise you would be getting nostalgic rereading the text messages between you and him. And you tried not to do that, you really did but studying was so boring and stressful, all you wanted to do was fall asleep with Chan. You were almost successful with your studying session, but you swore that you had heard your phone buzz. You nearly lept onto your bed, and no there weren’t any messages but, a break couldn’t hurt right?

that rapper from hot sauce i love or smthn: hey babe im sorry for not giving you attention

that rapper from hot sauce i love or smthn: ive just been swamped with work

that rapper from hot sauce i love or smthn: i miss u and im three secs away from abandoning my kids. i am so tired. i love you baby

that rapper from hot sauce i love or smthn: by the way did you change my contact name?

you: its okay chris! dont worry about it, work is a priority. I love you too :(

you: and yes!

you: sent an image

the nice guy whojust has a lot of money: im divorcing u and leaving you with the kids

you: no please im not ready to be a single parent

you: channie please i love u

the nice guy who just has a lot of money: okay for love i guess

the nice guy who has just has a lot of money: i guess...i really am a nice guy who just has a lot of money

the nice guy who just has a lot of money: i have to go, i’ll try calling later but no promises. i miss and love you lots baby

you: oh mYGOD

you: please remember to rest babe, i love and miss u too

You sighed, shutting off your phone and holding it against your chest. He hadn’t called that day, nor since. You understood that he had responsibilities, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, you guess. Their comeback stage was tomorrow, and they were driving over to a city who’s name you forgot. You would’ve gone, if you hadn’t had finals all day and it was hours away. You felt terrible for not being able to go out and support him but Chan insisted that you stayed and rested instead of taking a bus up to their stage. You loved that man, you really did. You glared at the textbook on your desk, hoping that it would suddenly set combust into flames. But alas, you were but a mortal. Before resuming your studying, you pulled at your desk drawer to reread the motivational sticky notes that Chan would always leave around your place. You sighed, looking over the sticky notes that have since lost their sticks but made your face warm just staring at it.

Like mate, stop procrastinating!

If you get better than a passing grade i’ll let you yell at me about sleeping

Do you know how smart you are? You’re like Einstein, if he was hot

I love you but i’ll love you a little less if you fail

You smiled to yourself, your cheeks hurting and flustered from the notes. You must’ve been a patron saint in your past life because he was just, amazing. You really hoped there was a future in store for the two of you, because he made you feel like it was your first time falling in love all over again. He made you weak in the knees, and always made you feel like you were the only one for him. Maybe it was a little silly how those sticky notes motivated you, but whatever worked, right? You continued to review the notes, Chan’s voice nagging you about the formulas you hadn’t quite memorized yet in your head. But eventually, your eyes grew weary and you shut off your desk lamp, collapsing onto your bed.

Exams were, in short, not fun. You were fairly sure you had passed, but only by the hair on your head. Maybe it was the anxiety speaking- you had yet to completely flunk an exam, but it could always happen. You’d worry about that in a couple weeks, it was future you’s problem. Right now, all you wanted was to eat take-out and watch Stray Kid’s comeback. It was fairly late when you got back home, the light outside already dimming and fading to a night gradient. You watched the clock anxiously, waiting for their stage to air on TV.

You were never one to overreact, but something about seeing your boyfriend doing what he loved on stage, seeing all his hard work pay off- it made you yell at the screen. It made you yell in the same way a sports fan yells at the players and refs, and only Chris could do this to you. As soon as his stage ended, you texted him, hyping him up. You knew he’d be doing a live shortly after, but at least he’d see it soon enough. Unfortunately, you collapsed in the middle of his live, exhaustion finally catching up with you. You thought your phone buzzed again but being half-asleep you brushed it off.

“___! ___, get up!”

“Love of mine, light of my life, shh…”

You groaned but laughed as he pulled at your arms. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pulled you closer. “I missed you,” he murmured against your lips, pressing a kiss on them, “I’m sorry about being gone so much.” You tilted your head, smiling at him. “Hey,” you said softly, cupping your face, “Don’t worry about it, let’s get some sleep. Actually, what time is it?”

“Three am.”

“Chris!”

“Look,” he whined, “You can’t yell at me I drove six hours to be with you.” He threw you over his shoulder, “Plus, we’re going to sleep, like right now. I’ll even sleep in.” He flopped you on your bed and you crossed your arms as he took off his shirt, wiggling your eyebrows. “Wow,” you teased, “He’s hot.”

“You’re so gross,” he murmured, laying his head on your chest but not before leaving butterfly kisses up your collarbone, “How did the test go?” You sighed, playing wth his head of curly hair. “It went okay, I think. But this isn’t about me. Your stage was amazing, you did great. Phenomenal, spectacular, fantastic, ground-breaking-”

“Alright!” he sighed, “I don’t deserve you.” He tightened his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder again. “Oh, Chris don’t start,” you scolded softly, “You’re the greatest boyfriend ever, and you work really hard. Now, shut up and go to sleep.”

“You have such a way with words, I’m swooning.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

“Impossible-”

“Hm? What? I can’t hear you over the enormous amount of sleep I’m getting.”

You groaned, moving to rub your eyes but finding Chan’s arms tightly wound around you. “Don’t even think about it,” his voice was raspy and low, “I got it.”

“Chan,” you whined, “You have to eat, just stay in-”

“Later.”

You sighed again, and Chris pulled you closer pressing lazy kisses up your neck and jaw. His eyes were still closed, and you looked at him dreamily. His hair was messy, and he looked so much more relaxed, muscles less tight and tense. He was under so much stress, and it was good to see him finally take a break, even if it was only for a couple of hours. You fell asleep against his chest, feeling each heartbeat against the side of your face. And maybe you should’ve felt a little bad for waiting until he fell into a deep sleep to wriggle out of his arms (which was weirdly difficult, the guy had a strong grip) to make him breakfast. You weren’t sure what diet he was on, but you were sure that no one would mind if he cheated just a little bit.

“____! Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

You exhaled, biting the inside of your cheek as you heard him step into the kitchen, trying your best to ignore. He hugged you from the back, letting his head rest on your shoulder, kissing the nape of your neck. “I told you we could do it later.”

“Well, it is later, Chan.”

“But we could’ve just ordered something,” he whined, “Come back to bed, please.”

“After I make you breakfast.”

“I really hoped it wouldn’t have to come to this.”

“Come to wh-?”

He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. “Chris put me down or I swear-”

“No,” he sat on top of you, “We’re ordering in, and we’re going to eat in bed and stay here until we become one with the bed.”

“You’re crushing me,” you groaned, “Get off you bum.”

“It’s the diet they’ve got me on, I’ve got hella gains, man.”

“Yeah I saw your thrist trap on insta, you hoe.”

“It’s not a thirst trap!”

“Well, I don’t know about that. Have you read the comments?”

“Now, listen-”

“Shut up,” you propped yourself up and kissed him, and as he leaned into it, you pushed him off.

“You play so, so dirty,” he whined, “Come here and make it up to me.” You snorted but rolled into his arms anyway. “I love you,” you said and stared at him, “A lot. Even with your hella gains, man.” He cupped your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. “But I love you most.” You opened your mouth so protest, but he shushed you with a kiss. “Don’t start,” he said in between gasps of deep kisses, “Just let me spoil you.”

It had been a couple days since their first stage, and later that day Chris needed to go back to the dorms to tend to his children. He insisted on staying longer, but Woojin was blowing up his phone. You guessed that the group got themselves in another mess. Your anniversary was coming up, and this was the first time you were scared that he forgot. He was usually much better about this than you, and always went a bit too far with his gifts. You had already got his present, an expensive chain necklace you took extra shifts to pay for, but it was worth it when the jeweler handed you the chain. You loved the idea of people getting their boyfriends flowers, so you got an arrangement made. You even had a photo album made of your favorite moments together, and songs that were attached to those moments. Okay, maybe it was a little corny, but you worked hard on it. Chan hadn’t messaged you since then, and you assumed it was because he was busy, but you were getting antsy.

And just like you had before, you nearly jumped to your phone when you heard your phone buzz.

iron man in the streets but better than tony: check under your bed

you: ?? okay

You crouched on the floor, pulling out a simple box, and inside of it was silk clothing with a card with an address and time stamp on it.

you: chris

you: what have you done

you: CHRISTOPHER

you: IM GOING TO END YOU

you: YOU SAID YOU WEREN’T GOING OVERBOARD

you: YOU IDIOT YOU HAVE READ RECEIPTS ON

You’d be lying if there wasn’t a stupid grin on your face as you put on your attire. It took you a while to get ready, work and school hadn’t exactly given you room for self-care but you tried your best to look nice. You looked up the address, and much to your dismay, it was an overpriced fine dining restaurant. The cab driver gushed over your date, complimenting you and wishing you the best of luck on your future endeavours, even blessing your marriage. It was a little weird, but endearing. You hadn’t even called a cab, but instead you got a message saying your ride was there.

You expected Chan to be outside waiting for you outside, but instead, you were greeted by a very nice waiter who’s name you didn’t catch. He beckoned you to follow him. The restaurant was pantheon themed, very airy and light colors decorating the entire place. It was definetly the nicest restaurant you’ve ever been to, but you thought the same thing for your year and half anniversary too. You clutched onto your gifts awkwardly, and the waiter helped you carry the bouquet of flowers.

“Any chance you can tell me what else he has planned?” “Afraid not, he warned me about this.”

“Smart man.”

You were sat at a table in the center, the stained glass letting a pool of warm colors illuminate the room and everyone’s faces. The flowers sat delicately on your lap, and the jewelry box laid on tope of the table, your fingers dancing across it’s edges. That’s when you heard the violins start playing, crowding around your table and playing a dainty tune. You felt a blush creep on your cheeks as you rubbed them, trying to smile less. And there he was, on top of the small stage meant for the classical instrument players to sit on. You wanted to glare at him, but all you could do was smile at his gestures. He winked at you, beginning to sing a song. You were about to cry, rubbing your eyes as the song ended.

“Was I that bad?”

“No, god, no,” you pulled out the flowers and handed it to him, “I know that can’t be the end of it, so let me give these to you.” He looked through the photo album, pursing his lips as tears brimmed at the brink of his eyes. He opened the jewelry box, pulling out the fancy chain necklace you had gotten him. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, “Did you pick up extra shifts for these? You shouldn’t have…”

“Chan, literally look at everything you planned, and say that to my face again.” He smiled, pulling the chain over his head so he could wear it with his suit. You decided that he looks best while wearing fancy suits like this. Perfectly tailored to him, even if bits of chest was visible through his half-buttoned shirt. “You’re right though,” he said, “I’m not done.” He pulled out a little box out of a pocket from inside his jacket. “It’s a promise ring,” he said as he slid it across the table, “You are the love of my life, ____, and I think it’s a bit too early to full-on propose to you, but I want to make the promise that I will one day.”

You opened the box, the expensive ring nearly blinding you as the warm light hit it. “God, I hate you so much, Chris,” tears were streaming at your face, a smile glued to your face.

“Do you like it?”

“No.”

“No? We could change it- or replace it? Or-”

“I love it, and you so much.”

“I love you most.”

“No-”

“Shh,” he kissed you, “Don’t start.”

#bang chan #stray kids #chan fic #skz chan

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duckybeth99 · 7 years

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Memory Box

look at that I finally wrote smthn lmao

based off how I said Neva is working as a waitress rn and a fact that clara and i thought abt with Johnny being a busboy and pizza delivery guy. initially not meant to make a connection, but then it did in my brain and this is the result

———

He requested to not work around her when she was hired.

He told them he didn’t want to work with her. He was vague, but his co-workers were understanding. They typically listened and scheduled him and her at different times.

Except today.

Johnny parked his motorcycle and slid off his helmet, heading inside the restaurant to work. He was a busboy, also ran pizza deliveries with that fast bike of his. He just slapped on the logo sticker when he was working, and a small little flag for the back.

He entered through the back, high-fived with some people leaving for the end of their shift, punched the shoulder playfully of one of the cooks, laughing the whole time as he set his bag aside and hung up his helmet and jacket.

Walking out into the restaurant, though, he saw her waiting tables in the middle of the area.

Neva’s hair was tied back in a ponytail that made him annoyed. It reminded him too much of his sister.

She rushed back and forth with the black trays, carrying burgers and drinks and sodas. Johnny glared at her.

“Hey,” Johnny grabbed the arm of one of his co-workers, whispering, “I thought Neva wasn’t working tonight.”

“Last minute switch,” the co-worker shrugged. “Nancy called out for a family emergency, and Neva picked up the shift.” Johnny let go of his co-worker, rolling his eyes.

“Great,” he grumbled, grabbing his basket and heading over to one of the empty dirty tables to clean.

He’d be sure to avoid her, for his own sanity’s sake.

———-

The dinner rush went fairly smoothly considering being a weekend night, with only two tables filled. Johnny slid onto a bar stool. The bartender passed him a water.

“What?” Johnny frowned at it. The bartender shrugged.

“Sprite dispenser is busted,” he said. Johnny banged his forehead against the bar.

“You’re killing me, Maury. Not even a milkshake?”

“Boss told me to stop giving you them during work.”

“Ugh,” Johnny groaned, rolling his eyes. “My night just keeps getting better. Can I get a bendy straw at least? Or am I to be stripped of all my joy?”

Maury swapped the regular straw for one of the color changing ones for kids drinks.

“This isn’t even bendy!” Johnny nearly yelled at the cup. Maury only gave another shrug and moved to clean the other side of the bar.

“Yo, can I get some fries with that shake?”

“Lay off,” Neva sighed, tucking a black tray under her arm. Johnny glanced over his shoulder to see Neva, face slightly red, walking away from a table full of guys. They were snickering. He initially thought what they said was an actual order. Johnny looked over at Neva as she passed him by. She stopped suddenly and looked over at him and Maury.

“Stop staring, too,” she mumbled, her face redder. Johnny turned his attention back to his water and fiddled with the straw.

“Wasn’t even staring,” Johnny mumbled.

“Still,” Maury shrugged, “she looks good for her age.”

“Don’t,” Johnny rubbed his temple. “She’s the birth mom of my sister.”

“Yeesh,” Maury crossed his arms, a subtle look of tension on his face. “Sorry. What, you don’t like her?”

“She’s the cause of all the things my little sister went through before my dad and I took her in,” Johnny grumbled. “Don’t wanna go into it. But she’s selfish, flaky, stupid, annoying, and a coward.”

“Wow,” Maury smirked. “Little harsh?”

“Just the right amount of ‘harsh’,” Johnny sipped his water. “I know her better than you or anyone else here. So don’t mind a bird coming your way.”

“What?”

Johnny held up his middle finger. Maury laughed heavily.

“Alright, I’ll lay off,” he teased. “Haven’t seen you this riled up in ages.” Johnny took a quiet sip from his water, staring at it. The straw was blue, but every time the water shot through, it turned purple. He remembered being fascinated with it as a kid, when his dad would take him here after little league games.

It’s not easy to be a parent on your own, Johnny thought to himself, twirling the straw. But he could do it. So why couldn’t Neva? Exceptional incompetence?

“Yo, Johnny, you’re up,” Maury nudged his head to a table behind Johnny. The couple just left. Johnny tossed out his straw and drank the last swing of his water, wiped the water from his lips, then grabbed the basket and his washcloth, flinging the damp thing over his shoulder.

He picked up the dirty dishes and baskets, tossed in the messy napkins and started to wipe down the table.

“Please, just leave me alone.”

Johnny looked over his shoulder at Neva, arms crossed as she stood in front of the table of guys.

“Why you gotta be like that, babe?” one smirked. Neva glared at him.

“I’m nobody’s babe,” she grumbled. “Lay off. Or else we’ll kick you out. We have anti-harassment—”

“You talk like anybody here is gonna help you,” another guy laughed. “Look around, sweetie. Barely anybody’s here. Just that busboy, and if they’re like any other guy, they’re probably just wanting to compliment you, too.”

“You think you’re complimenting me?” Neva’s voice was struggling to hide her anger. Johnny never heard it before. “Look, one more shot. Don’t bother me again, and I won’t force you out.”

“Sure, babe,” a man winked. Neva looked disgusted and turned to leave the table. Johnny glanced up at the clock. He finished cleaning the table and headed to the back to clock out and grab his stuff.

Just as he finished and took his name tag off, he heard the guys outside whistling and laughing. Something didn’t sound right about it.

The young man pushed open the door, seeing Neva bright red and covering her bottom. Maury had left the bar. Nobody else was out to see this.

“Don’t touch me!” Neva yelled at the men. Her chest was heaving. Johnny’s eyes narrowed and he felt his jaw tighten.

“Hey,” Johnny stood next to Neva, an arm in front of her, “I think she told you to stop earlier.”

“What’re you gonna do about it, busboy?” one of the men frowned.

“I got a name,” Johnny glared, “and I’m actually off the clock. Busboy’s gone. Guy who’s gonna kick your ass if you don’t leave this lady alone is in charge.”

“Oh, yeah?” another man rolled his eyes. “There’s one of you and four of us. You’re all talk—”

“You wanna fucking try me?” Johnny grabbed the shirt of the guy, instantly making him go quiet with a gulp. “This lady said stop. She told you we have an anti-harassment policy. We can refuse service to anyone. Pay your damn check and get out.” Johnny let go of the man, nearly tossing him back into the booth’s cushion. Johnny turned around, gave one last glare to the men, before popping the collar of his jacket and heading to the back again to leave.

Neva kept staring at him in disbelief as he walked away.

A few minutes later, and Johnny had his bag slung on one shoulder and his helmet tucked under his other arm. He whistled and twirled his keys on his index finger, when he heard another voice.

“No, no, no!”

Johnny poked his head from the back of the building to see in the side parking lot, Neva staring at her car. The windows were smashed. The doors and sides had dents that weren’t there before. He was pretty sure something was leaking from under the car.

Johnny glanced over his shoulder at his bike. He still had a spare helmet from when Beth was alive and Ghost made him get one for her.

Johnny rolled his eyes and huffed. He shoved his hands further in his pockets with a pout and slight glare, then walked over to Neva.

“Hey,” he said. Neva jumped at it, turning fast to face him. She quickly brushed the tears and starting to trail mascara and blush from her face with a sniffle.

“It’s too late to call the local mechanics for help,” Johnny mumbled. “And I don’t have any of my tools. So, here.” He held out Beth’s old helmet to Neva. She blinked at it with a confused look. Johnny’s head sunk further into his popped collar. “Come on, don’t make me say it. I’ll give you a lift home and you can figure the car trouble out later.” Neva gently took the helmet, sniffed again and brushed some more tears away. Johnny led her to his motorcycle and buckled up his helmet. Neva clicked hers on.

“Just sit behind me and hold on,” Johnny instructed, sitting on the bike. “I like to go fast. I know the way to your apartment still, from when Beth had us help move you in.” Neva was silent, but climbed on behind Johnny. Her hands wrapped around his stomach as he started up the motorcycle, and drove away from the restaurant.

The drive was silent. Johnny drone fairly fast—he wanted to get her home ASAP and be over with her. As she adjusted her grip, Johnny glanced down at her arms.

From her wrist and a few inches past, were thin scars against her tan skin. Johnny quickly looked away from them and back at the rode. It was deja vu. He remembered driving Beth when she was alive and seeing her scars the first time. This felt all too similar.

At the apartment complex, Johnny parked the bike and followed Neva to her apartment. She shyly brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and never made eye contact with the young man.

“You didn’t have to walk me up here,” Neva turned her key into her door. “I don’t really have any problems with any male neighbors here.”

“Still,” Johnny mumbled. “You’re shaken. I can see it.”

“I’m… I’m not,” Neva sighed, opening the door to her apartment. Johnny shook his head.

“You’re a bad liar.”

Neva froze for a moment. She slowly shook her head, shaking the words off. Johnny could see the boxes he carried in still there.

“You haven’t had time to unpack?” he asked. Neva turned back to look at him.

“Not really,” she murmured. “Uh, you don’t have to stay in the hallway. Here, I’ll give you money to make up for wasting gas to get here.” Johnny adjusted his collar and huffed as he entered.

The plain apartment was barely decorated, brown boxes everywhere in the living room. He saw an ashtray on the coffee table, some dishes in the sink, and a single photo sitting on one of the side tables beside the sofa. It was a younger Neva, and a baby Beth. Presumably, the only moment they had spent together, shortly after she was born and shortly before she’d be sent off to be adopted.

He noticed another photo with Neva, about the same age as the other photo, accompanied by a dog and a man with curly red hair.

Johnny’s face felt hot at seeing it.

As Neva walked past it, without even noticing Johnny, she flipped the photo down against the side table.

“I’ve been too busy with work, applying for other jobs, and trying to spend time with Beth when she gets a day off,” Neva sighed. “And when… you and your dad don’t mind me coming to hang out with her.”

“Well, it would suck if I carried in all your stuff and it just stayed in boxes,” Johnny tapped his boot against one of the boxes. It was a small one labeled as only ‘memories’. “What’s this?”

“Stuff from high school and college,” Neva looked over the counter of the kitchen to see the box, as she counted dollars from one of the drawers. “It’s little things. Kind of random. That’s stuff I want to deal with last.”

“Why?”

“It’s miscellaneous. It’s mainly junk, too. Stuff I took out of storage from my last place but I can’t really sell or throw away.”

“Liiiiike?” Johnny raised a brow, looking down at the box. The flaps were already opened. He lifted his shoe to push one side open.

Neva handed him the money before he could finish.

“Thank you,” Neva murmured. “For everything. From the guys to taking me home. Thank you. You better get home, though. Ghost might be worried if you’re late.”

“Yeah,” Johnny gave a quiet chuckle. “He gets like that. Thanks, for the change. See ya.”

As he headed to the door to leave, he glanced over his shoulder at the photo of Neva and Beth.

He saw Neva staring at the photo she turned upside down and kicking the memories box to the side.

#beth writing #Neva arazel #Johnny bosteau

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