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⭒The Silent One⭒

#2 Azriel x Fem!OC

⭒Part 1⭒Part 2⭒Part 3⭒Part 4⭒

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Cassandra decides to join the IC for dinner. Things feel weird and wrong but also…safe and comfortable. She opens up to them about her past traumas and gets to know more about them.

Warnings/Tags: mentions physical and visual sexual abuse in the recent past. describes physical violence. trauma. mute character. slow burn. protective!azriel. protective!IC.

Authors Note: All reblogs, likes and comments are welcome, appreciated and encouraged! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for the next part! Regular italics are inter thoughts while bold italics are her communicating with other people mentally.

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“Relax,” Nuala cooed as she helped Cassandra ease into the large bath, warm and floral scented.

Cassandra had never been in a bath like this. Only one suited for regular fae without wings. They had been cramped and uncomfortable and nearly impossible to bathe everywhere without hurting a wing. But this bath? It was huge and could easily fit multiple people with and without wings. It stretched all the way to one of those glassless windows where the water spilled over in a soothing stream.

She leaned back when Nuala prompted, letting her wings float in the water. It was so nice the way they felt so weightless. Nuala tilted her head back and their eyes met as she cupped her hands with water and poured it over Cassandra’s white hair. She lathered it with a nice smelling soap, massaging at her scalp.

It was difficult to lay there and relax while someone else washed her hair. It reminded her of the mistress, how when she bathed her and washed her hair it was rushed and rough and…and when she washed her hair like this she would sometimes push her head under the water and hold her there—

Cassandra bolted up with a gasp, hands coming up to wipe away the water that fell down from her hair and over her face, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She whirled around, wide eyes catching Nuala’s, trying to desperately apologize for what she had done. The female just shook her head gently.

“It’s okay,” She said, “would you like to be left alone for a moment?”

Cassandra considered this, she both wanted to be alone and have someone else around. But she nods her head. Cerridwen walked in then, a stack of something in her hand.

“Clothes for you,” she said, sitting the stack on a shelf across the room. “We will be back but if you finish with your bath and wish to dress before we return the clothes will be here.”

Cassandra nods. She doesn’t know what else to do, but the females seem to understand, offering her small nods in return before leaving the room—the heavy door closing as they leave the bedroom the bedroom.

She sinks down in the water once she’s sure she’s alone. So much has changed in such a short time and she’s still not sure if this is all real. These people…they could change any moment. Drag her from this huge room and throw her into a prison cell and use her for whatever they pleased.

Turning in the water she pushed herself towards the other end of the tub, the one that waterfalls over the edge. What she sees there takes her breath away, an audible gasp leaving her lips.

The first thing she notices is all the lights, it looked exactly like the painting she saw with Morrigan. There was so much to look at. But what she really wanted to see was the beautiful sight above that. The night sky. The thousands of stars twinkling above, surrounding a bright moon.

She could have cried looking at the sight. But not because she felt sad, she felt safe. Comfortable. Content. Like this was where she was meant to be.

Eventually she did get out of the bath, drying herself off with the fluffy white towel that was unnaturally warm. She stopped in front of the mirror, surprised at her own reflection. She looked so different from the last time she actually saw herself. Her skin that was once a golden caramel color was lighter and ashen, dark circles under her green eyes. Her white hair slicked back with water was thinner than when it used to fall in thick ringlets as a girl. Her rib cage and hip bones protruding in a way they always had but wished they hadn’t. She had wanted a thicker, fuller body like the girls she saw at the pleasure houses. A strong body like her mothers used to be. A body that could hold up her wings and maybe one day…fly.

She had gotten dressed before Nuala and Cerridwen returned. The clothes weren’t like anything she’d ever worn before. Cream colored pants that were lined with a fuzzy material that was softer than anything she’d ever worn before. The top was a matching cream, flowy top with sleeves that stopped at her elbows and buttoned up the back to accommodate her wings. The shoes were white, flat and slipped on her feet easily.

She chose not to attend dinner that night. She wasn’t sure she could stomach any food. The twins looked disappointed. Her decision had been made to gauge how she would be treated if she didn’t have dinner with this high lord male.

She didn’t leave her room the following day either.

Or the day after that.

No one bothered her. No one came to drag her from the room kicking and screaming. No one beat on the door or called her horrible names. No one held her down or forced the food into her mouth. In fact no one except Nuala and Cerridwen came to her room at all.

And when they came they would bring a small tray of food, she only ever drank the tea and ate the biscuit and left everything else. She didn’t want to take too much before knowing if she was expected to do something in return.

When she finally felt safe enough she agreed to dinner on her fourth night. Nuala bathed her again. She couldn’t help the panic that overcame her once again as the female washed her hair but she cooed at her, soothingly before getting up and leaving her to finish alone as she had the first night.

Cerridwen took on fixing her hair, drying and styling it into waves that fell over her shoulders. Once she was done and dressed Nuala put a cream on her face and spritzed her with something that smelled sweet.

When they were done she felt like a different person. She felt clean. Comfortable. Alive.

There wasn’t much time to dwell on her feelings of finally leaving the room before Nuala and Cerridwen pulled her up and escorted her down the maze of hallways.

“Just two doors down, you’ll find the dining room,” Cerridwen pointed down the hall with a small smile. Cassandra wanted to ask why they weren’t also joining but when she turned to face them they were just gone as if they disappeared into thin air.

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Walking into the dining room was a weird feeling. Cassandra didn’t feel like she belonged there. In the fancy room, with a huge table filled with foods…foods she had never seen before. The four people she had met three days ago—and another she hadn’t met, all sat around the table talking in hushed whispers.

Azriel was the first to look over. His eyes met hers and offered her a small smile. “Cassandra,” his deep voice greeted.

“I’m glad you decided to join us this evening, please come sit,” Rhysand said, standing and motioning to the empty seat next to him, where Azriel would be on her other side—Morrigan in front of her and Cassian next to her. The other female at the opposite end of the table from Rhysand.

Cassandra hesitated for only a moment before walking over and realizing that the chair was designed to accommodate wings. She wouldn’t have to sit at some weird angle to be comfortable. Her eyes meet Azriel’s, the gentle look on his face a comfort she needed. He stood from his spot, sliding the chair out and gesturing for her to sit.

She felt eyes on her as she scanned all of the food in front of her. She had never seen so much food.

“I trust everything went okay the last few days?” Rhysand asked as he took his own seat once again.

“I freaked out a little when Nuala was washing my hair…” Cassandra admitted, shoulders hunching in embarrassment.

“That’s okay, no need to be upset. You’ve been through a lot, it’s expected. Nuala and Cerridwen are understanding and won’t hold it against you. You have my word on that.”

She wanted to say thank you again but didn’t feel it was appropriate. She didn’t know what else to say so she nodded her head and looked towards that other female, freezing as she looked into glowing silver eyes. She had never seen anything so…beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

A snort to her side caught her attention and she looked at Rhysand.

“Sorry, I just heard that,” Rhysand said, Cassandra’s eyebrows pulled together before realization dawned on her. The comment about the other female… “Amren.” Rhys supply’s the name.

She looks back to the female, to those eyes that make her not want to look away.

“Hello, girl,” She greets, and it’s not a terrifying rumble, but a genuine greeting.

Cassandra offers a small smile, feeling a draw to the small female. No one else spoke so she reached for a plate but before her fingers could even graze it, it filled with food before her eyes. She blinked at it in shock, looking to Rhysand to see if he had done it.

There was a small smile on his lips as he shook his head.

“The house is enchanted, it does what it pleases. You wanted food so it filled your plate for you,” Azriel spoke, she looked over at him then back at the plate.

Oh, wow. She thought…the food had even been diced into smaller pieces as she had told Rhysand. Her eyes fell on the wine glass in front of her—she wouldn’t drink it, couldn’t, so she looked at Azriel again then around the room. Water. And just like that, a glass of water appeared in front of her.

Cassandra felt the corners of her mouth twitch up, eyes meeting Azriel’s again then Rhysands before she grabbed the glass of water.

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“It’s pretty awesome, right?” Cassian spoke, his long hair that had been pulled back earlier now fell to his shoulders.

Cassandra nodded in answer, sitting her glass back on the table. Rhys took his seat, grabbing his wine glass, silently observing the female as she reached for her fork.

“I’ve never had this much food before…”

Rhys isn’t surprised but he’s not expecting the words and they make his heart hurt.

“Eat as much as you’d like,” Rhys says warmly, watching as she scoops up some warm potatoes and brings them to her lips.

“Mm” she hums, eyes closing. “That’s so good!” Rhys doesn’t answer, he can tell she’s not speaking to him consciously, she’s just thinking, not a single mental shield to protect her fragile mind.

It’s the next bite that wipes the small mine from all the faces. No longer an exploratory bite but a ravenous one. One after another, eating quickly and without restraint. Eating in a way that meant she had been starving, had never had an adequate food supply, had never been allowed to eat more than what was given.

She didn’t speak and neither did they. None of them would tell her to stop or slow down, all having been there at some point in their lives. They had all known that hunger at one point or another. So they let her eat. And drink. And eat some more.

Potatoes. Greens. Fruit. Meat. Bread. A plate appeared next to her holding a slice of cake and she ate that too—she had never had cake before but no one else at the table knew that.

It’s only when her plate is empty that anyone speaks up. It’s Cassian that asks, “How do you feel you’re settling in?” It’s an attempt to bring about a conversation without making her uncomfortable.

Cassandra takes a slow sip of water, breathing deeply as she does before looking at Rhysand who nods in confirmation that he’ll give her answer.

“Honestly…I feel more comfortable here than I have ever felt anywhere else.”

“That’s wonderful! We want you to be as comfortable as possible,” Morrigan chimes in, excited as if she’d been waiting to talk to Cassandra for the past three days. “When we didn’t see you for three days we were worried—well I was. The boys wanted to give you some space.”

“I didn’t know what was expected of me,” she says, Rhysand repeats her and she’s met with confused frowns. “That’s why I stayed away, didn’t eat much. I didn’t know if anything would be…expected of me in return if I did.”

“You have no debt to us, Cassandra. Nothing is expected of you,” Rhysand speaks, his voice firm but gentle. “If you wish to come to dinner you eat your fill until you’re satisfied. If you need clothes you wear what you like and it’s yours to keep. Nothing will ever be taken or held against you as punishment of any kind.”

Cassandra blinks at him, feels the wetness in her eyes as she nods. There’s just one nagging question in her mind, one she needs an answer to before she gets too comfortable.

“Why am I here then?” She asks, setting her fork down on a freshly filled plate, half as full as before.

Rhysand lets out a sigh before telling the others what she’d asked.

“You are here because I received word from one of Azriel’s spies—I’ll give you a more in depth explanation on what that means at another time—that pleasure houses in my court were buying and selling females against their will,” Rhysand begins to explain. “See we have many pleasure houses in Velaris but it has always been law that consent is the main requirement for anyone involved. Those who work or visit have to be there because they want to be there.”

“So, when we got word this law had been broken, Rhys sent us out to patrol the pleasure houses,” Azriel said, drawing her attention to him, “he needed solid proof of the law being broken before he could step in. Cassian and I, we saw you there. Scared. Frightened. Clearly not there of your own free will and didn’t feel it was safe for you to stay there.”

Cassandra looked at him, taking in the shadows swirling around him. His kind hazel eyes, the blue siphons glowing on his scarred hands. Remembered how when her eyes first landed on him on the other side of those bars she had been absolutely terrified of him.

“What about the…Mistress?” She asked turning away from Azriel to look at Rhysand.

“You no longer have to call her mistress, her name is Kamari. She is still here in our cells, she’s not been harmed. We are working to gather some intel from her. Who her bosses are, where they are buying the females and any other information we can get from her. She’s been cooperative in giving us the information we need to stop this from happening to any other females,” Rhysand said, eying the female in front of him before looking to his second in command.

“Do you have any information that may help us, girl? Anything we could use against that female to get more information?” Amren asks, fixing her smoky eyes on the female.

Cassandra was quiet for a moment, thinking. Trying to piece together everything she could remember. She looks up and nods her head. Everyone seemed to sit a little straighter, their full attention on her alone.

“My father is the one who sold me to a male named Vale. Blue skin, a long deep scar across his face, black eyes…mean and very strong—”

Rhysand hold his hand up, relaying the information to Azriel and you watch curiously as one of his shadows darts away and out of a window.

“Cassandra, do you mind if I open up a channel for everyone to hear what you say to me? It will help us find these people,” Rhysand asks, she doesn’t need to think before she nodded. She wanted to help in any way she could. Help any girls going through what she did and stopping more from going through it.

“Please, continue,” Rhysand encouraged.

“The male, Vale, had bought other females. He kept me me in a dark room under his home with three other females. He—he raped one of the girls many time but not me or the other two girls. He said he would get more money for us if we stayed…untouched.” Cassandra’s stomach rolled at the memories. Nauseated, remembering the cries of that poor girl every time that man came down stairs and hurt her. She could see the anger in the eyes that surrounded her, could practically feel it radiating from them. Their fists and jaws clenched tightly, wings rigid and shoulders taunt. But she continued.

“I stayed there for a few months before he took me to that…pleasure house? I’m not sure what happened to the other girls. I think he may have kept the one he raped.”

“Do you know their names?” Cassian asks and she’s nods. How could she ever forget them?

“Seera, Juno and Neema. I believe Seera and Juno were sister but I’m not completely sure. We tried not to talk too much because it made the male very angry,” She took a deep breath, trying not to remember the time he had nearly crushed her throat for merely asking to use the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to her she had sent that mental image to them who were seething with anger at what this poor girl had gone through.

“Once I was at that place I was introduced to Miss—I was introduced to Kamari,” She continued, needing to get away from the memories of that male. “She was in charge of my training. She stripped me naked, told me I would never own a pair of clothes again. That I was to be naked and ready for any male to take me whenever they pleased. I was to learn things that would…please these males. Anytime I refused I was beaten. So, for months I watched other females pleasure males in many ways. But only watched. They said—she said I would be sold for a lot of money for being untouched. That whoever paid the most could do whatever they wanted to me. When I saw the two of you I thought—” She swallowed thickly eyes shooting between Azriel and Cassian. “I though you were going to—”

Her voice cracks and she looks away. Morrigan pushes out of her chair, walking around the table. “Can I hug you?” She asks.

All Cassandra can do is nod letting Morrigan wrap strong arms around her. Hugging her tightly. Holding her in a way that reminded her of her mother before she died. After a moment Morrigan pulls away offering a napkin to wipe her eyes.

“Cassandra, dear, we can be done for today if it’s too much to continue,” Rhysand offers gently.

She nods gently, feeling as if maybe she wasn’t much help at all. The rest of dinner is spent in silence, Cassandra hunched into herself while the other four fae think about killing everyone who hurt this innocent girl and many more.

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It’s later that evening when Cassandra slips from her room. The stone floor is cold under her feet and the satin nightgown doesn’t do much to keep the cold from her skin so she tucks her wings around her body.

She makes her way to the roof of the house, a training area the twins had told her was up here—they had also told her it was the best place to view the stars.

It’s a breathtaking sight. The wind whips her hair around as she walks to the edge. The lively city sparkling below while the endless sky shines above. Beautiful. She sighs gazing at the sight of the silver moon and tapestry of stars.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up here at this time,” Cassandra spins around, sighing in relief when she spotted Azriel, she hadn’t heard him come out at all.

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. I always loved looking at the stars,” She said, grateful Rhys had made it to where she could communicate—at least with the few people here.

Azriel gives her a lopsided smile that makes her heart stutter. “No need to apologize, that's why I’m out here too. The night sky has always been…soothing.”

She turns back to the ledge as he walks closer.

“You know, my father he was ashamed to have children with wings,” Cassandra said, as Azriel watched her from the side, her white hair shining in the moonlight—those green eyes glowing again. “He kept us locked away, and didn't want anyone to see us. My mother had her wings taken when she was a teenager. She said normally they just clipped them but her father was especially cruel and completely took hers away. Well, when my father was drunk enough or didn’t come home some evening my mother would bring us out and let us look at the stars, she taught us the constellations. And I got to see Starfall with her only one time before she died. It was…the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. After she died I never saw the stars again—not until the night you and Cassian took me away from that horrible place.”

Azriel did his best to simmer his anger, to clutch his shadows tightly that so badly wanted to reach out and comfort the female—to wipe away the glistening tears on her cheeks. She looks over at him then and he looks up at the sky so as not to reach out for her.

“Your mother seems like a lovely woman,” He says, hoping the opportunity to talk about her mother may make her feel better.

The smile that came over her face wasn’t what he was expecting. The way it lit up her face had his shadows singing in his ear. Beautiful. She’s beautiful.

She wiped her cheeks with one hand and nodded.

“She was amazing. She tried to protect us from him but she was just as afraid of him as we were. She didn’t know how to get out. But she took care of us. She was still young when she died—he says she died from taking some kind of herbs, that she took her own life. But I—I always believed he did it.” Azriel took in a shuttery breath.

“I’m sorry,” He said, struggling to find the words to comfort her.

“Me, too. I wish I could have protected her the way she protected me. But now she’s up there with the stars looking over us. Watching me, I think she would be happy I got out. I just hope I can help protect someone else the way I should have protected her.” She folded her arms across her chest and turned away from the ledge. “I think I’ll try to get some sleep. Goodnight, Azriel.”

Azriel watched her walk away. Night gown blowing in the wind, the beautiful broken girl disappearing into the shadows.

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joellkeeny · 1 year

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GRAPE JUICE

The camera clicks, and moments later, the new polariod emerges. It takes a minute for the picture to show properly, but when it does, your face splits in a comical grin. Although he's your muse most of the time, and seeing his face in your photos is not a surprise anymore, you can't help the fluttering in your stomach as you bite your lip, pocketing the photo as you grin widely, amused by the way he groans and rolls his eyes as if he wasn't expecting it. Settling the bowl down as he wonders if trying to ask for it back will ever work on you, he licks his lips and wipes his chin. "What?" You ask, as if unknowing of what you've just done. Steve knows that you can't help yourself around him, it's sort of like a joke between the two of you know, well, it's mostly funny on your side and he just has to take it. You've been carrying that camera around your neck for weeks, precious time in which you've managed to take his picture from every angle. Normally, he would just brush it off as if the attention you're showing him isn't making his cheeks bloom red each time the camera clicks with him in the frame. Occasionally, you'll stop to take a picture of one of the flowers in his backyard, or the view of the forest while the sun is setting, but nothing is quite as exciting as seeing Steve being the main attraction to your photos.

"What do you mean what? I look bad in that one...I was eating." He speaks with a minor pout, as if you haven't already caught him in far worse positions already. The bee incident does hold the number one spot on that list and you still proudly hold the polaroid as proof. You just grin, knowing that no matter how hard he tries, he can never look bad in any of the pictures, it's his god-given gift of always being flawless, and you can't do anything but take advantage of the fact. "You don't look bad, Steve, you never do." It takes a fraction of a second for his arched brows to pull into a frown as he purses his lips, though not being able to hold the face as he sees the pleased smile on yours, his own lips curling up slightly. "Shut up." It's a compliment that would usually never get a reaction out of him other than a hum and cocky 'thank you', but since it came from you, he finds the sentence stuck on a loop in his head. Swallowing down as he plops down on the other lounge chair, you finally pull the picture out, gazing at it fondly, eyes shimmering and lighting up as if he's not only your friend, your best friend.

His teeth sinking into the giant grape he holds it between his fingers, some juice oozing out on his chin as he holds the bowl in the other hand, eyes fixed on the grape. Aside from the fact that his swimming shorts are still dripping wet, you don't find any reason why he should be ashamed of the picture. Smiling fondly as you get lost in the polaroid, gazing at it as you take in the little details in it only you could ever notice. The band of his blue boxers peeking out from under the swimming shorts, his crooked bracelet you've made him in ninth grade, which he's still wearing proudly despite the mismatched colors and it being a bit too tight on his wrist, his chain catching a slight ray of sunshine on it, his damp hair hanging over his forehead as he's utterly focused on the fruit, yet he still looks as gorgeous as ever with the sun spilling over his back and drying the water still hanging on him from just coming out of the pool, no doubt his fingertips are pruned too. You briefly forget about him as you sigh and tuck it back in your bag, leaving it out of sight. You have a drawer full of little picture of Steve, a brief look into your dynamic with him for anyone who doesn't know you two. Most of all, you do it for the sentimental value you know no gift could ever receive.

Most of the pictures are just raw polaroids of the current situation, the intimate movie night you two usually share, a pool party on a sunny Sunday, even a small car ride can become a polaroid, because he's the one that gives meaning to the photos. The butterflies you feel each time you pull out an older photo, remembering the way he smiled and hugged you that day, or the way he looked at you manages to stay in your mind until the late hours where you can barely contain your giddiness. Of course, he's just a friend, right? Just a boy you love to spend your time with and no amounts of polaroids can change that...right?

POLAROIDS OF MY LOVE

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 2 months

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YWFLBWHESTS Drabble

Wordcount: 983

Summary:

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington Early 2000s Indie Rockstar AU A glimpse into your future with Eddie and Steve.

Warnings: 18+ Only

Smutty smut smut. BDSM. There really isnt much of a plot here. Read at your own risk.

Notes:

I couldn't help myself. This just wouldn't leave my brain. So here ya go. Happy Reading Heathens 😈

Banner by @cafekitsune

It’s Hellfire night and Eddie has finally made it home. He knew Steve was over, keeping you company while he did his Dungeon Master thing. Upon walking through the front door he was surprised to find the living room empty.

That is, until a moan comes from down the hall in the bedroom.

Taking his sneakers off. He places them on the metal shoe rack and follows the sensual noise. What he finds has his mouth watering.

Steve has you bent over the dresser. Your underwear drawer left open. Spilling tiny lace and cloth onto the floor as he pounds into you from behind.

"Why on earth did you think I would be okay with you putting panties back on sweetheart, when I ripped the last pair off? Nothing should ever be keeping us from sinking into your tight cunt." Steve questions you.

"I'm sorry." You squeak out.

"Sorry what?" He punctuates with a hard thrust and a slap to your ass.

"Sorry…daddy" You cry out.

Eddie groans from the doorway. Letting his presence be known, as he palms his erection through his jeans.

"Look who's finally home." Steve coos.

You whine. Melting further into the dresser, knowing Eddie is watching you get punished for the small slight.

"You trying to keep that sweet pussy from your Daddy Bunny?" He teases.

"No, Sir." You shake your head. Moaning as Steve gives a particularly hard thrust. "Was trying to keep it safe?"

"Keep what safe Bunny?"

"Daddys cum." You gasp out. "There was so much it was just leaking out of me, and I didn’t want to waste it. Knew you would want a snack when you got home. I just wanted to keep it safe and warm for you." You sob, unable to control your emotions any longer.

"Fuuuuuuck." Steve groans. "That's why you were in here grabbing panties? Wanted to keep all of Daddy’s cum for Sir?"

"Mmhmm." You whimper.

"Fuck baby girl. Now I feel like a jackass for punishing you." He slows his thrusts.

"No don’t stop! Please!" Tears continue streaming down your face.

"Shhh. I'm not stopping baby." He continues his slow grind into your body as he turns to watch as Eddie steps into the room. "Since you were trying to be a good girl for your Sir and got punished by me instead. I’m going to let you come on my cock. Then I’m going to fill you back up so Sir can feast on your sweet little abused hole. What do you think Eds?”

He saunters over to your slumped frame. Wiping a tear from your cheek. “I think that’s a great idea, but it’s missing something?”

“What's that?” You whisper out.

“My dick in your mouth.” He grins. “Gotta make sure my little Bunny’s belly is full before I fill mine.”

You whine and start to frantically nod your head yes. “Please. Want your cum Sir. Please.”

“Shh. Shh. I got you.” He quickly unzips his jeans. Pulling out his ridiculously hard dick. “Open up Bunny.”

You open your mouth as wide as it will go. And damn are you a sight to behold. Eyes glazed over and dilated. Tears dampening your cheeks. Hair a mess from the manhandling Steve put you through.

Eddie could come just from the image alone. But he promised his Bunny he’d fill her belly and he can’t go back on his word. Not when you’ve already been unfairly punished. A sub-drop will not be happening on his watch.

He places his leaking tip on your tongue. Before he can even instruct you, you’ve wrapped your lips around his shaft and you’re sucking him down into your throat.

He throws his head back “Fuck, Bunny. That mouth is dangerous. Got me on the edge of coming already.”

Steve groans and speeds up his hips. “I’m not going to last much longer myself. Her pussy is squeezing the hell out of me. I can barely pull out.”

“You heard him, Bunny. You better hurry up and cum so we can give you your overdo reward.”

You moan around Eddie’s girth as Steve doubles his efforts. Bringing is hand around your hip and sliding his fingers down to your clit. Rubbing your engorged button until you’re coming undone with a muffled scream.

“That’s it, Bunny. Bring your Daddy to his knees for punishing you when you were just being my best girl.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Steve grits out. Hips slamming home and stilling as he unloads deep inside of you.

“Good girl.” Eddie caresses your cheek. “Ready for you treat bunny?”

You nod your head. Relaxing your throat so that he can fuck your mouth like you so desperately want.

He pulls his hips back and pushes forward. Creating a rhythm he knows will have him painting your tonsils white in no time.

Just as he is about to crest off the edge into pure ecstasy, he feels arms wrap around his torso and lips kiss along his neck to his ear. “Look at you baby boy, helping Daddy fix his mistake. Giving your little bunny just what she needs.”

“Oh fuck. Here it comes Bunny.” Steve’s words echo in his ears as Eddie erupts along your tongue.

You remain still until his cock twitches for the last time. He gently removes himself from your mouth and watches as you once again open it wide. Showing off all his sweet cream collected on your tongue before you swallow every last drop.

He bends down and captures your lips with his own. “Mmm. My good girl.”

Your eyes roll back at the praise.

Steve smacks Eddie on the ass. “You better eat your snack before it gets cold baby boy. Get your fill because the rest of the night we’re going to spoil our very good girl.”

Eddie moves to lower himself to his knees behind your still bent over frame. “With pleasure.”

#poc reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steddie #steddie smut #steddie x reader

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theweightofakiteofdreamsingold · 9 months

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Torn II - Jacob Kiszka

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, language, MINORS DNI.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long. 🫣 I wasn’t gonna do smut, but I’m a whore, so it’s inevitable. I hope you all enjoy. ♥️

✨Bajabule✨

-Ken

“Jake stop!!!!! I can’t breathe!!!” Your giggles filled the room as Jake pinned you down, tickling your sides.

“Then say it!” A grin painted his face as he watched you wiggle and squirm, trying to escape.

“Okay, okay, OKAY!!!! YOU’RE THE GREATEST HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPOS PLAYER TO EVER EXIST!” Tears were spilling from your eyes, and your sides were aching from laughing so hard. He took mercy on you, letting his hands fall to his sides.

“See? Was that so hard?” He leaned down, giving your nose a light peck before climbing off of you. You stayed on the floor, your chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to catch your breath. A few stray giggles escaped you as you remembered the torture his fingers and put you through.

After a few minutes, you felt more pulled-together. As soon as you sat up, you felt it. A wave of nausea rushed over you like a wildfire. You hopped up and raced to the bathroom with Jake hot on your heels.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

The concern in his voice made your heart flutter. You wanted to tell him he did nothing wrong, but you knew you’d puke if you tried to speak. You raised your hand, trying to shake off his worry as you stumbled into the bathroom, swinging the door shut before he had a chance to follow in.

………….

You turned the bathroom faucet on, letting the water soak your toothbrush as you squeezed out a glob of paste. You heard a soft knock. The doorknob rattled as he looked his head in. His eyes, filled with worry, scanned over you before meeting yours. You gave him a weak smile as you brushed your teeth.

“What happened, love?” He rubbed slow circles on your back as his other hand tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You leaned over the sink, spitting and rinsing out your mouth. You wiped your mouth with the hand towel hanging on a hook next to the sink.

“I don’t know. Must have been something I ate. I feel fine now.” You shrugged, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

His eyes bore into yours, his eyebrows scrunched.

“Jake, I promise. I’m okay.” You smiled and lifted your hands to his chest, pushing him gently.

A smile played at the corner of his lips as he stepped back and let you move past him, out of the bathroom. Once you made your way back into the living room, your bottom lip jutted out in a little pout, seeing the game board and boxes no longer on the coffee table. You turned back to him.

“You don’t wanna play more games?”

He filled the space between you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I just thought we should rest. I can make you some soup and we can watch a movie.” He kissed your forehead before guiding you to the couch.

“But Jake, I said….” He held up his hand stopping your sentence.

“Let me take care of you. Please.” His face was sincere and pleading.

You could tell he was worried. He always worried when you were unwell, and he always tried his best to nurse you back to health. He was so gentle and caring to the ones he loved. You knew there was no use in protesting any further. You sighed and pulled the fluffy blanket draped over the back of the couch over your shoulders.

Satisfied with your compliance, Jake handed you the remote before turning toward the kitchen.

……….

The bed sank under your weight as you laid down, the exhaustion hitting you after you finished your soup. Jake laid next to you, his arms open and awaiting you to fill them. You snuggled into him, your head resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around you, making you feel warm and safe.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, just above a whisper.

“I’m feeling much better. Dr. Jake’s famous, healing chicken noodle soup has done it again.”

He let out a huff of air from his nose. You let your hands wander over his chest and stomach. He was so firm, yet soft. Your fingers brushed his side, over his ribs, making him shiver and sigh. He was leaving for the band’s Starcatcher World Tour in a few days, and you were overcome by the sadness of him going. Tears stung your eyes, a few letting loose and forming puddles on his skin.

He placed his hand on your chin, lifting it upwards. His brows scrunched together as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto him. You nestled your face into the crook of his neck your silent sobs shook you.

“What’s the matter, dove?” He squeezed you tight.

“I- I just don’t w-want you to leave,” you stuttered out through your tears.

“Oh, honey.” He pulled you up so you straddled him, a soft smile on his lips. “It’s only a week until you fly out and stay with me. And then you’ll be with me until it ends.”

A few more tears streamed down your face, collecting on your chin. He reached a hand up, brushing them away. You nodded and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I know. I- I don’t know why I’m so upset.” You sniffed, trying to push away the sadness.

He pulled you down into him, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

“Let me help ease your mind,” he whispered, pulling away.

He flipped you over so you were laying under him. He kissed your cheek, making a trail down your neck to you collarbone. You sighed into him, closing your eyes. He slid his body down yours until he was resting between your legs. He pushed your sweatshirt up until your bare breasts bounced free. A low groan escaped him as his fingers found a nipple. He rolled it between his pointer finger and thumb, pulling softly.

You whined, looking down at him. With his eyes on yours, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. You arched into his touch, making him smile.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He scattered kisses along your torso.

You nodded your head, wiggling your hips under him. He laughed faintly before removing his hand from your hardened nipple and resting it on the lace top of your panties. He hooked his finger under them, pulling them down delicately. He kissed every inch of your mound as he uncovered it, making you feel loved and worth savoring. Once your panties were at the top of your thighs, he let his tongue slip through your folds, teasing your clit with a quick flick.

“Jacob,” you pleaded, your hands finding his mess of chocolate waves. He looked up at you through his lashes as an innocent smile spread across his face.

He continued sliding your panties down your legs, stopping to suck a pink mark on your inner thigh. As soon as he had them completely off and on the floor, you spread your legs wide for him. He sat up on his heels gazing down at your dripping core.

“I love how messy you get for me.” He laid his stomach between your legs, his hands wrapping around your thighs. His fingers dig into your skin as he leaned into you. His eyes stayed on yours as he stuck out his flattened tongue and ran it from your entrance to your clit. Your eyes rolled back as you let out a sigh.

“You fast so good, baby. Like cherry pie.” He swirled his tongue around your heat before sliding it inside you. A thumb shot to your throbbing clit, making slow circles.

“Jake, oh my god.” Your hands were in fists, gripping the sheets at your sides.

You watched as he slid his tongue in and out of you, fucking you with it while his thumb moved fast over your clit. Your legs shook as you felt the familiar feeling of warmth grow in your belly.

“J-Jake….,” you moaned loudly as your head fell back. “I’m gonna cum.”

You felt him remove his tongue and replace it with his fingers. You lifted your head to protest, but he spoke first.

“I want you to look at me while you cum. I want you to watch your cum coat my tongue.” He licked him lips and leaned in to suck your clit.

You fought the urge to close your eyes as you let out a stream of lustful curses. He flicked the underside of your clit before licking from it back to your entrance, where he slipped back into you. His eyes stayed glued on yours as he fucked into you. He curled his tongue upward with every thrust, hitting your sweet spot. You felt the warmth radiating through your body, making your toes curl.

“Jake, I-.” You were cut off by the fire inside of you exploding. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, riding out your climax on his tongue. Once it started to pass, you collapsed on the bed, your chest heaving.

You felt his touch disappear from between your legs as he moved onto you. His lips me yours in a deep, messy kiss. His tongue licked at yours, letting you taste just how sweet you were. You moaned against him, ghosting your hands down his chest. Your fingers rested on the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs. They slipped inside just enough that you could feel the small patch of soft hair just above his cock.

He pulled away from you and gently grabbed your wrists. He pulled them up to his mouth, kissing each one. He shook his head and offered you a soft smile.

“Don’t worry about me, baby. I just wanna make you feel good tonight.” He laid beside you and covered you with the blankets. He pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around you.

You wanted to argue about the lack of attention on him, but the energy to do so was gone. Your eyes, heavy with sleep, slowly closed, and you were in a dreamless slumber.

……….

“I don’t know. Kinda sounds like you’re pregnant,” your sister spoke through the phone.

You huffed and rolled your eyes. “I think it’s just the stress of Jake’s tour and trying to get everything ready.” You took a bit of the chicken salad sandwich you’d made for lunch.

It was Sunday, and Jake had gone to the studio to meet up with the rest of the band. Your sister was coming over to keep you company.

“Okay. Well, I’ll be there in fifteen.”

You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall above the fridge. “Alright. The door is open. You can just come in.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.

As you took another bite of your sandwich, the thought of being pregnant danced in your mind. You weren’t pregnant. You weren’t on birth control, but you and Jake were always careful. Except for that one night about a month ago. You stood up and turned to the calendar on the fridge. It was the 25th. You were almost two weeks late.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you sat back down at the dining room table. You couldn’t be pregnant. Not now. Not while Jake had so much going on. You tried to shake the thoughts out of your head as you heard the front door open and close.

Your sister appeared in the doorway of the dining room with a brown paper bag. She tossed it on the table in front of you. You picked it up and opened it. Your stomach dropped when you saw the ClearBlue label staring up at you.

“You need to find out,” she said quietly.

You looked up at her with worried eyes. She moved closer to you and grabbed your hand.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll be right outside the door.”

You nodded as you stood up and made you way to the bathroom.

“Put a baby in me.”

“Let me make you a daddy.”

Your words from that night echoed through your mind. Your weren’t serious when you said those things, were you? It had just been something to get Jake hot, hadn’t it? We’re you really ready to have a child?

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you waited for the test to develop. Your mouth was dry, and your stomach was doing backflips. It felt like ages before your phone went off, letting you know the 5 minutes were up.

You took a deep breath before picking up the test and meeting your fate.

……….

Hold on, guys. Y/N is calling. Jake excused himself from the room. He slipped into the hallway of the studio before he answered.

“Hi, baby.” The smile on his lips slowly disappeared as he sensed the worry in your voice. “What’s wrong, honey?” His brows pinched together as he walked a few more feet down the hall.

You were rambling. Saying anything and everything to stall. Your stomach tied itself in knots as you tried to find the words.

“Y/N, you’re not making any sense. Do I need to come home?” He turned around, heading for the studio door, ready to grab his things and leave if you needed him.

“No. Jacob… I’m… I’m pregnant.” You fought back tears, unsure of how he would respond.

He halted his steps, his eyes scanning the hallway as he processed your words.

“Jake?” You whispered.

“That’s wonderful, baby.” The biggest smile he could ever remember having spread over his face.

You exhaled in relief as tears escaped your eyes. You laughed through your sniffles, wrapping an arm around your belly.

Jake leaned against the wall, resting his head back. His heart was so full of love for you and the child you were carrying.

“I love you, girl. More than you’ll ever know.” He laughed into the phone, a tear running down his cheek.

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storytowrite · 9 months

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Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 5

Paring: Minho x reader Genre: angst Warnings: swearings, threats, bullying Word Count: 2,107 Masterlist | Love Untold Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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In the morning, the rays of the sun crept into your room, covering your face with warmth. You reluctantly opened one eye, trying to adjust to the bright light. As soon as you tried to move even a little, your whole body was in pain. You knew why you were so sore. Finally, yesterday's PE took its toll.

You slowly got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. You got into the tub and turned on the water. Nothing was better than a hot bath right now. You made yourself comfortable, closed your eyes and slowly began to sink into the water.

You stopped as the water reached your mouth and your wound stung slightly.

You don't know how long you lay there, it was wonderful, warm water caressing your body. The beautiful sun outside and the clear singing of birds soothed you. You relaxed and slowly fell asleep.

You woke up to a loud knock on the door. Your eyes instantly popped open. Not knowing why someone was knocking on your room, you thought you had plenty of time, you looked at your phone. You fell asleep… For a very long time. You were supposed to be at school in 30 minutes, and you still weren't prepared.

You jumped out of the tub in a hurry, almost tripping over it. You grabbed whatever clothes you found in your closet and put them on. You ran out of the room and went to the living room, where Sebastian was already waiting for you.

"Sebastian, why didn't you wake me up?" You asked with a bit of resentment in your voice, putting on your shoes.

“I tried to wake Miss but Miss didn't answer and Miss had the door locked so I couldn't enter the room. I'm sorry miss, it won't happen again." The man bowed apologetically.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sebastian. I didn't mean to sound so awful. Of course, you have nothing to apologize for." You felt a little guilty, after all, the butler had nothing to do with it. “ Can you take me to school quickly, please. I can't piss off my parents again." You asked with a hint of pleading in your voice.

Just thinking about your parents gave you a cold shiver. Apart from the fact that you were late for class, you also wanted to get out of this house as soon as possible so as not to meet any of your guardians.

After a while you found yourself in front of the entrance to the school, ran out of the car, slammed the door and ran to your class. You nimbly avoided other people who were not in a hurry to get to class.

However, your misfortune returned to you again, because your classroom was at the other end of the school. You hung your head from exhaustion, but keep running. Your muscles worked again as you felt a sharp pain in your left side.

Your murderous run was stopped by the impact on the person in front of you.

"Fuck!" You heard as you raised your head.

In front of you was an incredibly handsome boy, dressed in a black leather jacket, black jeans and a white T-shirt, which now showed a large brown coffee stain.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Let me help you." You tried to calm down the obviously pissed off boy. But he didn't want anyone getting close to him.

More and more people began to gather around you, whispering among themselves, pointing at you with their fingers. You felt so stupid that you accidentally spilled coffee on someone.

You quickly reached into your bag for tissues to wipe the stain off your shirt and clean the floor. Of course you kept apologizing. Flushed red, you were unable to look your victim in the eye.

You finally managed to find tissues, you took one out and you were already reaching towards the boy when he leaned over at the same time. Your hand with rings slammed against this boy's nose.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Are you alright?" You panicked as you saw the boy grab his nose.

"You're so screwed now." You heard the voice of a boy who slowly started to look up.

His piercing gaze met yours as he raised his head fully. You noticed a red streak running down his nose. His gaze and complete seriousness on his face terrified you. Your whole body tensed up. You were afraid to even move your little finger. You felt like he was going to kill you with his gaze.

“Gee, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. I was…I was…I was just in a hurry and didn't notice you. Sorry. Here's a tissue, you might need it." You stammered, but the boy remained unfazed, still as pissed off as before, and you even had the feeling that it was getting worse with every word.

Suddenly, the boy began to approach you, which made the conversations of gather people louder and louder. With each step he took, you backed towards the cupboards as your back hit the cold metal, you flinched. You didn't take your eyes off him, and he, you had the impression that his eyes pierced every inch of your soul.

You heard the bell ringing that you thought would save you, everyone would disperse and you would run to class, hoping not to be late. But you couldn't be more wrong, the boy didn't move an inch.

Suddenly, he swung, and you involuntarily closed your eyes, waiting for the impact. But instead of feeling the pain on your face, you heard a loud sound of metal. The noise echoed in your ears. You slowly opened your eyes tightly shut and saw him.

Your faces were inches apart and you could feel his breath on your face. Up close, the boy looked even better than before. Beautiful round eyes that looked at you with a great desire for revenge.

You held your breath as he approached your ear. Your body straightened as he began to whisper.

“The worst period of your life has just begun. Good luck." You heard his hoarse, piercing voice. The boy then turned away from you and took his things and went down the corridor.

Your legs instantly felt like jelly and you fell to the ground. The whispers of the people gathered around grew louder again. You were confused by the whole situation. You just wanted to help.

Who was this boy? What had offended him so much? Have you done something wrong? Was he kidding or do you really have a problem? And how big is it? Lots of questions swirled in your head.

Still unable to get the whole situation out of your head, you cleaned up the wet stain on the floor and made your way to the classroom. Everyone was already there, including the teacher.

As soon as you crossed the threshold of the hall, the whispers and conversations of other students increased in volume. You were sure you were the focus of the commotion.

You excused yourself to the teacher and took your seat. Conversations throughout the lesson did not stop for a moment. You felt watched and you didn't like it at all.

When the lesson ended and the teacher left the room, a group of people gathered around you. You slowly looked up in surprise. You were surrounded by 10 people.

"Can I help?" You asked, trying not to sound rude.

“Did you really punch Minho?” asked the girl sitting closest to you.

“Minho?” You repeated the name, raising one eyebrow, but nothing came to mind.

"Yes, Minho… That's you in the video, right? The boy said, showing you the phone. Your eyes widened as you watched the video.

You and the boy in the morning were actually in the recording. Someone recorded the whole thing.

“Who recorded it?” You asked slightly worried, but also annoyed, but no one answered. You finished the entire video, unable to believe that someone was recording you, after all, it meant big trouble. "Who is this boy?" You asked pointing your finger at the male figure in the video.

"Seriously…? This is Lee Minho. The most popular boy in the whole school. Super handsome, if he wanted to, he could have every chick here. That's our bad boy. If you get on his nerves once, I suggest you switch schools. So good luck, new one." The girl in front of you giggled.

As soon as you heard that you fell for probably the worst possible person, you felt such reluctance towards yourself. You were angry at yourself, angry at your parents, angry at school. You didn't want to be there any longer.

You called Sebastian with the excuse that you weren't feeling well. The man came to pick you up almost immediately and you went home.

You locked yourself in your room, threw yourself on your bed and started crying. You didn't know why. After all, he's just some random guy you didn't do anything to and you had no reason to care. For a moment you felt like a little 12-year-old girl who, as soon as a problem arises, runs away to her mother.

As soon as the emotions left you, you started laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation. Your self-pity over your own stupidity was interrupted by the ringing of your phone. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen, but you picked it up thinking it might be your teacher.

“Hello Y/n. Do you remember me?" You heard a male voice on the other end of the phone, but you didn't recognize the owner of the voice.

“No, should I? Who am I talking with?" You asked, slightly concerned, but also intrigued.

"Coffee? School? Morning?" He whispered in a sensual, penetrating voice

Your eyes got big, your whole body tensed.

"Minho" It was the only word you managed to get out.

“Wonderful… You know my name already, it will be easier now.” The boy sneered.

“How do you know my name and how did you get my number?” You were a little scared, but you didn't show it.

“I'm here to ask questions. Now listen bitch. I know a lot more about you than your name and number, I know your every secret. I know everything about you. If you do not want every interesting and embarrassing information about you to come out, then I advise you to be a good girl.” You heard that the boy's voice was serious, there was not a bit of uncertainty in it.

“You're lying!” You raised your voice, getting more and more stressed.

"Let's find out... Look at the phone.” The boy laughed again and a moment later you received a message.

You slowly pulled your phone away from your ear and opened the message. You couldn't believe what you just saw. Unpleasant shivers ran through your body. You were just looking at your horrible 10th birthday photo where you were attacked by a clown. You've been terrified of clowns ever since.

"Do you believe me now? I know your every fear, every move you make, every slip-up."

"What do you want from me?" Tears welled up in your eyes, you were terrified.

“Well, finally a good question. If you don't want your life to turn into a nightmare, you'll be my maid. You have exactly one week to pack your things up and move in with me. I want you by my side so I don't have to wait for you when I need something." The boy was 100% serious, you didn't hear any hesitation in his voice.

“I think you're fucked up.” You blurted out as soon as you heard that information. Without thinking twice, you hung up and tossed your phone on the bed.

Lots of different thoughts swirled in your head. You were in a dilemma, on the one hand you were terrified of the whole situation, and on the other you had no intention of being someone's servant.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing again. You grabbed it and saw a message from Minho.

Unknown: See you tomorrow. We'll see if you're still that feisty. It's time to start the fun.

Your heart raced from the stress. You curled up, wrapping your arms around yourself. You knew you were going to be screwed and you had to do whatever it took not to go to school. You didn't want to meet him at any cost and you were willing to make up a lot just to stay home.

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satelliteddie · 1 year

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boyfriends - s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: after steve turns to alcohol to help soothe his memories from the last couple of years, you try to get him to open up about his past.

content warnings: angst, alcohol consumption, couple in turmoil, arguments, language

word count: 3.2k

author’s notes: hello this features best friend!eddie, emphasis on best friend, anyways only one more left in the series!!! :’)

Boyfriends

They think you're so easy

They take you for granted

They don't know they're just misunderstanding you

You, you're back at it again

Steve Harrington was the most caring, kind, selfless boyfriend you could have asked for. He held your hand while he drove, his thumb stroking over the back of your knuckles. He rented new movies from Family Video before anyone could spoil them for you. He always wore that one cologne you told him you loved one time. His lips somehow constantly found your forehead or temple when he hugged you. Steve was perfect until one empty beer became two, three, and four. At first you didn’t know he was drinking, but slowly he became more distant and abrasive about everything. Simple questions turned to arguments, touches became flinches, walks around the block merged with walks to the bar, and nothing seemed to be right anymore. All his bottled up emotions and trauma from his past seemed to spill out of him as soon as he emptied a bottle. These repressed memories couldn’t break him, he wouldn’t allow it, so instead he got angry. Angry at the world, his past, his friends, his family, and you. You never meant to make him angry – he knew that – but when you asked the questions he couldn’t answer, he snapped.

“God, you’re ridiculous,” Steve spits, his words laced with venom. “Talking about this shit isn’t going to help.”

“How do you know that, Steve? You just drink all the time until you accidentally talk about it—and even then you shut down. You can’t keep it inside anymore…it’s killing you.”

“Well I’m still here,” he laughs sarcastically. “If it was supposed to kill me, it would have by now.”

“Steve,” you plead. You sit at the kitchen counter, tracing shapes in the condensation on your water glass. Steve stares daggers at you from across the room, standing next to the fridge. Another beer bottle hangs from his hands, he angrily sips from it every time you speak. He had come home again with bruises and bandages covering his skin, your worried looks immediately caused him to open a beer. Logically, Steve knew you cared for him deeply which is why you worried, but instead he took it entirely wrong. Seeing the way your doe-eyes looked over him, he wanted to shake the worry from you and tell you he’s always been on his own and he didn’t need your sympathy. You flick your eyes up again him again, “please just-”

“Just what? God, you live in this fucking daydream and it’s not realistic!” Steve tosses his now empty beer bottle into the sink. The glass clatters against the metal as he turns back to face you, “I can’t be a perfect boyfriend all the time for you, that’s what’s killing me.”

“Steve, I’m not asking you to be perfect,” you feel your pulse rising with each word you speak. “I just want you to talk to me.”

Steve mutters your name as he wipes his hands down his face, “I can’t do this,” he grabs another beer from the fridge and pops the cap off. “We’re just not realistic anymore. We don't work,” Steve shrugs as if his words didn’t just halt your world.

“You don’t mean that, Steve. You’re drunk,” you reply as you feel tears building up. You refuse to look at him now, your glass in front of you suddenly becoming more interesting.

“I’m not even tipsy. Hell, I’m practically sober,” Steve turns away from the kitchen and takes the stairs two at a time up to his room. You hear his bedroom door shut from above you, your body slumps forward onto the counter as silent tears stream down your cheeks.

Weakened

When you get deep in

He starts secretly drinking

It gets hard to know what he's thinking

You love a fool who knows just how to get under your skin

You, you, you still open the door

You left Steve’s house in a blur, your only focus was to get out of there before he saw you crying. You weren’t worried he would yell, Steve never yells during arguments. He just knows how to make you feel worse with an even tone. You were worried he would crumble if he saw you upset; that’s how it always was…he would take back his words and pull you back in. He knows just how to get under your skin, and maybe you wanted him to. You also knew that if he apologized in the way that was classic Steve, you would forgive him. He was hurting, physically and mentally, he needed help — but you didn’t deserve to take the brunt of it. You raise a weak fist to the front door and knock; you hear shuffling inside before the door swings open. You wipe under your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater, looking up with blurry vision.

“What the fuck did he do?” Eddie sternly asks, pulling you to his chest. He shuts the door to the trailer taking you inside with him. “Hey,” he encourages you to look at him. “What happened?”

You fall apart as you start to tell Eddie about Steve; if there’s anyone who can understand what it’s like to come back from the Upside Down with scars, it’s Eddie. You sit cross legged on Eddie’s bed as he paces while you talk. He nods along as you explain how Steve is so lost in his own mind that you can’t find the real him anymore.

“Eddie,” you sniffle, wiping away your tears. “I don’t know what to do. I love him, but when he drinks he loses sight of things. He just uses it to mask the pain he’s feeling, it’s not healthy.”

Eddie gives a somber smile, “if there’s someone who knows a thing or two about using alcohol to cope, it’s me.” He laughs lightly, “listen I don’t know Harrington nearly as well as you do, but that guy loves you. He doesn’t know how to cope with the things he’s gone through, but it has nothing— and I mean, nothing— to do with you. He’s an idiot if he is projecting his anger that way.” Eddie tilts his head to make sure you look at him, “I will sooner believe we landed on the moon than that you are the root of Steve’s issues.”

“Eddie, we did land—”

“That’s not my point,” Eddie rolls his eyes, dropping down to sit next to you on the bed. “He’s a strong dude, but he can only take so much. For me, alcohol was a good distraction until it wasn’t.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “what do you mean?”

“Alcohol only represses so much. When you sober up it all comes back, even worse. Drinking like that isn’t helping him,” Eddie sighs, placing a gentle hand on your thigh. “Sadly, you’re not going to be able to talk some sense into him until he sobers up.”

You're no closer to him

Now you're halfway home

Only calling you when

Don't wanna be alone

Oh, and you go

Why? You don't know

“I’m not letting you in,” Eddie’s gruff voice startles you awake. After pouring your heart out to Eddie, he refused to let you leave his sight for more than ten minutes. You spent the night at Eddie’s, too tired to go home or back to Steve’s. You had no idea how long you’d be asleep for, but the sun now is starting to rise back into the sky, the rays cutting into Eddie’s room. You groan as you sit up, your eyes swollen and dry from crying. Eddie's trailer is cozy, but small and the boys’ voices carry easily to the bedroom. “Harrington, please go.”

“Just let me talk to her,” Steve asks, his voice wavering. “Eddie please, I know she’s here.”

You stand from the bed and hover in the doorway, slowly stepping into the hallway.

“It doesn’t matter if she’s here or not,” Eddie replies. “You shouldn’t talk to her like that or treat her the way you do. Drinking isn’t an excuse.” You reach the end of the short hall, sticking to the wall to stay out of view of both Eddie and Steve. Steve is waiting on Eddie’s steps, one hand holding open the front door as Eddie is actively trying to shut it. Your eyes dart around, watching Steve run a frustrated hand through his hair as he steps into the doorway.

“Fuck,” he tugs at his roots. “I know. I know. I’m so screwed up, now I’m pushing her away. She doesn’t deserve that, I fucked up, Eddie.” You try to step closer to the wall, but the floor creaks under your feet causing both of them to turn to you. Eddie tries to send you silent signals, but when he fails he finally asks, “what do you want me to do?”

You hesitate, stepping away from the wall and into the small living room. “Just let him in,” you decide with a harsh swallow. Your throat is dry, eyes are puffy, and skin is tired, but you suddenly can’t feel any of it when Steve looks at you. Even though you’re still upset with him, seeing Steve suddenly makes you feel safe. His hazel eyes are kind and blood shot (evidence that he too was crying). Eddie shifts his weight between his legs, trying to figure out where to go next. He settles on pushing the door open wider as Steve slips inside. Eddie nods to you once before shutting the door; he brushes past you, giving your shoulder a tender squeeze as he disappears to his room.

You stand with your back leaning against the small kitchen nook, your arms crossed over your chest as Steve lingers by the closed door. He looks like he’s going to make a break for it at any moment, and you’re not sure you’d stop him if he did.

Steve takes a deep breath in, “Y/N-”

“Did you drink?”

“No,” Steve answers before you even finish your question. “I only had one beer last night, I threw the other one out. I swear," his eyes are cloudy. He’s hesitant as he steps away from the door towards you, “baby.”

You step back, pulling your arms around your chest even tighter. Steve’s eyes flicker around your body, worry gracing all of his features. Steve feels his heart sink to his stomach as you refuse to look at him. Did I fuck up this bad? He wonders, his heart slamming against his chest. “Fuck, fuck,” Steve mutters, the words are barely audible. He rubs a frustrated hand over his cheeks, “I’m so sorry.” You uncross your arms and rest them on the counter next to you. You finally raise your eyes to meet Steve’s, both of you on the verge of tears. Steve reads your body language and steps closer, very slowly.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeats. “I love you. I’m a drunken idiot, I don’t deserve you. You deserve so much more than what I’ve put you through.”

Boyfriends

Are they just pretending?

They don't tell you where it's heading

And you know the game's never ending

You, you lay with him as you stay in the daydream

You feel a fool

You're back at it again

You want to give in and melt into his strong arms. You want to believe him, but is he just pretending? Will he just start drinking again as soon as things get hard? It’s hard to tell where it’s heading; you know Steve, but you only know what he shows you. Who knows what will come up next.

“I’ll- I- I’m sorry,” Steve fumbles over his words. He shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck, “I’ll just go.”

“Steve,” you whisper. You step away from the counter, rubbing your hands over your arms as you step toward Steve. He lingers by the door, “can you take me home. Please?”

“I- yeah. Yes, yes of course,” he turns away from you to open the door. Eddie lingers in his doorway at the end of the hall, he gives you a quick look and lifts his hand to his ear like a makeshift phone. Call me later, he means. You offer a small smile and nod before you follow Steve out of the trailer. You let Steve open the car door, spilling inside without a word spoken. Steve starts to hum as he starts the car; he leaves the trailer park, tossing an occasional glance over his shoulder to look at you.

“I-” Steve starts, but quickly stops himself. He flexes his fingers around the steering wheel, trying to get the blood back to his knuckles.

“Steve,” you cast a quick look at him, offering a small smile. It's not a full smile, but just enough to extend an olive branch. You want him to talk to you. To explain what the hell is going on inside his head. “You can talk to me,” you choose your words carefully to avoid pushing him.

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” he mutters while he keeps his focus on the road. Steve swallows hard as if he forces it down hard enough the words won’t leave his mouth. “I’m such an asshole.”

You tuck your legs under you as you turn in the seat to face him, “yeah. You were an asshole.” You let your fingers slide over the back of the seat and down his bicep. You slip your index finger under the cap of his sleeve, rubbing the soft under part of his arm. His skin is always so warm, soft, and inviting. Goosebumps scatter over his arms as he turns to you with another soft smile. An olive branch.

“But?” Steve jokes, turning down a side street.

“But, you’re not always an asshole. You just act like one sometimes. Especially when you drink.”

“Shit,” he pulls over to the side of the street, parking the car. Steve turns in his seat to face you, he slowly links his fingers with yours that are still tracing his skin. “Shit, I know. I can’t even believe I said those things to you.”

You pull back your hand from his, the spiteful words from yesterday flooding back. It’s only been a day. Of course he’s sorry. Of course he’s going to say everything he should right now. Of course Steve would revert back to his perfect self, but would he stay that way? It just felt like a vicious cycle that started over every time he emptied a bottle. You’re back at it again, slipping right into the same pattern.

“You did say them though,” you look down at your lap, suddenly finding your hands to be the most fascinating thing in the car. Your lip quivers as you hear Steve sigh and shift closer to you. “How do I know you didn’t mean it? Everyone says drunk words are sober thoughts, maybe that’s what those were.”

Steve doesn’t answer for a second and you regret what you’ve said; you want to pull the words back and pretend everything is back to perfect now – but it’s not realistic. That’s what started all of this, Steve claiming you weren’t realistic because you wanted a raw conversation with him about his traumas. He brushed you off saying it would only make things worse.

“Steve,” you say his name like it’s a question. Please don’t hurt me again, you want to say. “How do I know?”

“You don’t,” Steve responds, shifting back to face the steering wheel. He turns the key over in the ignition and heads down the street at a rate that is definitely above the speed limit. You feel the crack in your heart completely splitting your chest open with every passing second. “You don’t know, but I know.” Steve says, his car roaring as he glides through the suburban streets. It’s like he’s racing your internal clock before it's too late – before he’s too late.

You tilt your face back up to look at him, curiosity getting the better of you. You may still have unresolved questions and feelings, but you want to know where he’s going with this. Both literally and metaphorically. The drive passes by in minutes as the silence grows, you want to reach out and grasp his hand and kiss his stressed joints.

“I said those things because I knew it would hurt and you would leave. I’m too much of a coward to let you in because I know if I do, you’ll see the real me.” You don’t answer, so Steve brushes his hair with his fingers and continues.

“I just know when you do, you’ll decide to leave on your own anyway. Shit, I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense, I- I just know how I feel about you.” Steve takes a familiar turn which leads to Steve’s house. Only for a second do you want to protest about going back to your house, not his. That second passes before you even acknowledge it because his house is also where you feel the most at home.

“You’re it for me. I know I’m fucked up,” Steve sighs as he parks the car in his driveway. “You have no reason to trust me right now, but I need you to. Please.”

He hesitates for a moment before reaching across the counsel to run his fingers over your knuckles in your lap. You unfold your hands and let Steve trace shapes in your palm. The tears that had been welling up slip down your cheeks as you watch his gentle movements.

“Steve, I can’t-”

“Don’t cry, baby,” he pushes his luck and reaches for your face, brushing away your tears. “Come inside with me and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” Steve’s words are confident as he looks at you. He dips his head down to look in your glassy eyes, a stray curl flopping down in front of his forehead. Your vision and mind are still blurry when you finally look back at him. Steve waits with held breath before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, like you had wanted to do to his hands.

“Everything?” You ask, letting yourself finally feel a sliver of hope.

“Anything you want to know,” Steve promises. He presses another gentle kiss to your hands. “Please just come inside.”

The soft kisses on your hands, his kind words, his perfect brown eyes have you melting into him like snow in the sun. You nod wordlessly causing Steve to hop out of the car and usher you inside before you change your mind. You don’t know if it’s the right thing to do, or if you’ll regret falling into the cycle again. You’re hoping and praying he’s going to open himself up and you won’t feel a fool for believing him…But you love him, so you follow him inside anyway.

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sorry for the angsty ending, but thats how this song is :( thank you to everyone for the love on this series, everyones been so kind!! I'm glad you all love it as much as I do

next (and last) in the series: “love of my life” - e.m. x reader

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imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend · 1 year

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All Things End, Part 9

Fic Summary: William Thurber is left to pick up the pieces of his nightmare. Reader is a sensitive - a psychic - with knowledge of otherworldly things, and has been drawn to help William.

Characters: William Thurber, Sensitive/Psychic!Reader (F)

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: mention of near self-harm in the past, use of religious language

Masterlist ~ Part 8

(moodboard images found on Google. Please let me know if you are the creator and would like anything removed)

So, William stayed with you until the worried lines smoothed from your forehead and your breaths drew even. Once he was sure you were asleep, he went to the bathroom to finally relieve his nearly bursting bladder.

He cleaned up your nightgown and underclothes, with pink-tinged cheeks, and put them on the dresser in the room. Back in the bathroom, he pulled the drain from the plug and wiped up the water that had spilled over the edges. There was a rather large puddle on the tiles, and it further hurt William’s heart as he thought about what you’d seen in your vision. You poor thing. He felt truly awful about the things you’d experienced because he knew exactly what you had been through.

He hadn’t mentioned it to you, but those days back, when Pickman had dropped off a painting at his house and William looked at it after a nightmare, he almost drove his knife into his eye. Luckily, Rebecca had come down and shaken him free of the thoughts, unbeknownst to her. If only he’d been around to stop Joe and Rebecca when their minds had become infected.

William splashed water on his face and looked over his ‘new’ reflection. He realized that he did not miss the moustache. James used to tug on it when he was younger - not extremely hard, mostly out of curiosity on the thing attached to his father’s face. James had been out of that phase for a while now, but his moustache always reminded William of his son. He felt tears burning his eyes at the thought of his son. His poor, innocent boy. He’d done nothing to deserve his fate. Betrayed by the one person who was supposed to protect him all because of Pickman’s wicked paintings.

William had to brace his hand against the sink as he pressed the other one against his forehead. Pained, his body trembled as he tried to fight off his mournful tears for his son. He might not have aspired to be a father when he was trying to become an artist, but he was so happy to have a son once James was born. When James picked up his first coloured pencil, William was overjoyed. He didn’t think he’d be able to love anyone more than he had Rebecca until he held that tiny baby in his arms.

James was the one person William was supposed to protect. Rebecca didn’t need his protection. She was strong, opinionated, and wasn’t afraid to make herself heard. William never had to fear about her. But his son, he was an innocent. William had wanted to show off the thing he had been working so hard on, and it led to his child’s death. He wondered if he could ever forgive himself. He needed proper time to mourn, but there hadn’t been any. You’d found him before he could really spiral or hurt anyone, and he had just buried his family. William hadn’t really had time to process any of it before he was working with you to try to free his soul.

William had to splash his face with water a few more times before he felt like he could exit the bathroom. Tonight, he’d do everything he could to rid his soul of the darkness that had attached to him. Then he’d get far away from Arkham and try to start over.

He wondered where he’d go and found himself hoping you’d let him stick around. He wondered why he hoped for that... you were merely a stranger. Weren’t you? But William knew that you were wise, kind, and he saw an innocent beauty to you… and he'd only known you for a few days. He realized he wanted to know you for longer.

Who was William kidding? You'd probably move on to the next person who’d become the centre of your visions and try to help them after you were done with him. That’s what you’d been doing, ever since you’d been on your own, you’d said. What would change that after you’d helped him?

***

You felt much better when you woke up, despite having slept with soaking wet hair. The pillow was a little damp, and you wrinkled your noise before you sat up. Your hair was damp and probably unruly. But you felt good. You stretched your arms over your head and let out a big sigh.

William was sitting at the desk and turned to look at you upon hearing you stir.

You felt cool air against your chest and realized that your robe had opened slightly. You covered yourself quickly. You weren’t fully exposed, but William had probably seen more of your cleavage than decent. You felt immense heat in your cheeks.

William looked away, probably sensing your discomfort. He got up and gestured to the table. “I went down and got breakfast.”

“What? Why?”

“You needed to sleep.” He said simply.

“But what if someone saw you and the police-”

William interrupted you. “Please, sweet girl. It’s fine. Come and eat.”

You still felt flushed, but you got out of bed and tied the robe more securely around your waist. You ran your fingers through your hair as you walked over to sit at the little table.

It looked like William had already eaten because there was only one bowl of oatmeal on the table. You took it and appreciated the warmth from the porcelain that seeped to your chilled bones. William came over with a cup of tea, then returned with a cup of his own. He sat at the other end of the table.

You looked at him timidly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He gave you a charming little smile before he slipped his tea.

You ate in silence and when you were done, you went to the bathroom to clean your teeth. You saw that William had cleaned up the tub and floor and didn’t see your clothes. When your teeth were clean you went out to thank William for cleaning the bathroom.

“You didn’t have to clean up in there on my account. I would have done it.”

William waved his hand dismissively.

“Or tidied up my clothes.”

William’s cheeks flushed at that. He cleared his throat. “It’s no bother.”

“Well, thank you. I’ll change now.”

William shrugged. “But I think we’re nearly even for seeing each other indecent.” He smirked and you felt a wave of heat flush through your body.

You let out an embarrassed squeak and tried to cover it with a laugh. You went to the dresser where you had put some clothes to hide your burning face from him.

You had to splash some cold water on your face. You couldn’t get this way, not on such an important day. William was flustering you too much. Tonight, you had to face your darkest challenge yet, and you couldn’t go into it with William’s handsome face making your brain melt.

***

It had now turned to evening, and William listened intently as you had gone over the plan with him one final time before you left the inn.

You needed to bring along all the items you had gone and gotten the day before. The salt, sage, and he had watched you fill a flask with water and say a prayer over it with your rosary in your hand. You had explained to him that it was Holy Water and could be used as a defense against evil.

You had given William his own rosary and crucifix. “I’ll need you to always keep this on your person. And when we’re trying to expel the darkness, you might have to hold it in your hands.” You showed him how you held it. Beads wrapped around your fingers; crucifix presented in front of it all in your fist. Like how he had seen you hold it when you got Pickman’s paintings to burn at the gallery.

He nodded and tucked the beads into the pocket of his trousers.

If everything went according to plan, the beasts would be unable to pass the salt line around the well. The Gateway, you called it. You would expel the darkness from William’s soul and then be able to banish everything from the beasts to the spirits back down to Hell. Then William would brick over the well as you burned sage to cleanse the area.

Only then would William be freed of what Pickman had brought into his life.

Author’s Note: okay I promise, monster fighting in the next chapter!!!! I hope you guys are enjoying this! Are you yearning, yet?

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iceysghost · 2 years

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Can I request Luke Pearce and Black please? Just some comfort for being overwhelmed or negative thoughts if that’s ok! I don’t know if this is how it works so I’m sorry if not!

Just Luke and Black mainly! Thanks heaps ☺️

BLACK 》 fearful, secretive, painful

◇ He finds you in your worst state, and nestles your broken body in his arms and wipes your tears.

COLORS OF ROMANCE EVENT

Luke Pearce x Female! Reader

Word Count: 1,445 words

Trigger/Content Warning: panic attack, mental breakdown, crying, kissing

It was a long day at work, and thankfully, LUKE invited you to his house to blow off some steam (literally). He decided to try Vyn's idea of calm; a pot of tea, with one, lone teabag from the grocery store.

"I was planning to just use the regular mugs, but after looking around the antiques I found this tea set. I think I might understand why Vyn likes tea so much, considering how pretty his teacups are." he grinned.

You didn't have the energy to say anything, so you decided to smile and nod. You tried to help him a bit by arranging the empty teacups on the table. Turning to your left, one of them seemed to be by the sink.

You walked slowly and picked it up, inspecting the teacup. He was right, the teacups were very pretty, with tiny paintings of birds nestling in nests and on trees. Maybe he liked them because—

"[Name], I spilled some water by the sink, I haven't cleaned—"

CRASH!

You slipped on the puddle! The porcelain cup went flying across the tiles, falling apart into a million pieces. You crashed onto the floor, your back and butt aching severely.

"Luke, Luke…" you muttered.

He ran quickly from the other side of the room to you.

"Are you hurt?"

"... I don't feel good."

Your eyes well up. You didn't remember it hitting you this badly: the sadness, the numbing feeling turning into a sharp pain piercing you through your heart and making your chest ache.

He helps you stand up, leads you to the couch and sits you down.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Is there something I need to know?"

"I'm sorry I had to screw up again, I'm sorry, I just feel so helpless, I don't even know what to do with myself."

Your breaths were ragged, quick, suffocating and painful. You shut your eyes tightly,

"[Name], [Name]—" his hands wandered around your body, squeezing you, rubbing you, grounding you. "Breathe. [Name], inhale, yes, breathe in—"

You struggled to catch a breath, choking on air and saliva. Breathe.

"—breathe out. That's good, [Name]. Inhale—" Inhale, inhale, just inhale.

"—exhale, yes, you're doing great. Can you do that on your own? Can you inhale, [Name]? Breathe in?"

He kept saying your name, over and over again. What was your name, even? Who were you? Who were you to him?

"You're choking. Breathe. Like how you did earlier. Just breathe."

Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe.

"Yes, that's it. That's it. Keep breathing. You're doing amazing."

The tips of his thumbs rubbed against your cheeks, wiping away your tears. His arms grasped around you, embracing you in a tight hug.

You buried your face in his neck. It fit almost perfectly. Tears still ran down your face, but they dripped onto him, and your steadied breaths echoed against his ear. Your breathing was music to him, because it was how he knew that you were okay and that you were getting better. Neither of you needed to even speak.

"Luke…" you mumbled, in the middle of your silent embrace.

He slowly pulled away from you. His hand cupped your cheek, running his thumb back and forth, an expression of worry still sketched on your face.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Mhm."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked earnestly.

"It's nothing, really, I've just been—" you sniffled. "—making, making so many mistakes at work, and I feel like I never do anything right anymore," your eyes starting to water again, your voice husky and about to break.

"[Name], wait, no…you don't want me to call me by your name, don't you?"

You were surprised he was able to tell.

"I guess…"

"Well then." he cleared his throat.

"Sweetheart," he said reluctantly, "do you remember when we had that really big science exam? back in school?"

You stayed silent, trying to remember, but he interrupted.

"Well, you probably don't remember, but I remember it like it was yesterday. And I remember how much it hurt to see you cry over it, and over the questions you kept getting wrong in our chemistry tests." he paused.

"It was painful to see you cry over something I know you could do, and to see your eyes go sad whenever the teacher would correct you. I remember hugging you like this in your bedroom on your rug, and telling you that I believed in you, that you would get through this. I remember you acing the exam too."

The memories, albeit a bit blurry, started to appear in your mind.

"It's the same as before, sweetheart." he held your hand, seemingly easier for him to call you sweetheart.

"Although you probably don't remember a lot, I hope you remember that you got through that, you made it, you are here now with me, and you will get through anything and everything that comes your way. And it's still the same now, it's always been the same. I still believe in you, more than ever, and I will forever believe in you and be here for you as long as I live."

It was as if he took your heart in his hands and asked it what it wanted to hear. His words were perfect, so perfect, that you were overflowing with pure joy, and tears streamed down your face faster than ever before.

He entwined his arms around you again. Thank you, thank you, thank you, you wanted to scream, but all you could do was whisper broken strings of sentences with a trembling voice.

"I'm so glad—" you sniffled and inhaled sharply. "—I have you."

He pulled his head away from you and leaned into your face. Luke pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, that lingered while he tangled and combed his fingers through your hair.

He withdrew his body from yours.

"Do you want me to make you something?"

You rubbed your eyes slowly.

"Sure. Oh, and—"

He stopped in his tracks, ready to clean up the cracked shards of the porcelain.

"...Thank you."

He softly smiled at you, and walked back in front of you.

Kneeling down, he held your hand with one arm and held your face with the other. He pulled you towards him, and kissed you deeply.

"What do you say we watch your favorite sappy movie? I have some mattresses we can spread out in front of here, and we can make a pillow fort, like when we were kids. Or, we can write mean letters to that teacher who always failed you in highschool and send them to the school. How 'bout that?"

"Your idea of fun has changed a lot since back then, I must say."

"It'll be anonymous, don't worry. If he still works there I might just be able to get him fired."

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Flicker Chapter 4- Bend The Rules

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

February 1st, 2023 3:00pm

After a long day, especially since I started at 3:30am to do a session with Joshua, since they had a 72 hour stretch at the hospital they're interning at, I'm finally on my way home.

My drive home is short and uneventful, though I am ever so impatient at every red light I hit. After about the 4th red light, I'm hit with a bit of luck and I make it home in about 5 minutes and score a spot in the garage since I'm the first one home.

I park my car and get out, grabbing my backpack and my water bottle before closing the door and locking my car. I enter the house through the garage door and walk through the hallway and into the living room, finding Zach on the couch.

His eyes tear away from the tv and find me, causing him to raise a brow.

"What are you doing home so early?"

I scoff and I shake my head before turning my heel to walk into the kitchen, only for Zach to follow me. I stand at the sink, rinsing out my water bottle before I dry my hands and my eyes meet Zach's stern expression. I sigh and shake my head.

"Give it up Zach. I'm almost 21, I pay rent and I can come and go as I please. I don't have to tell you what I'm doing."

His eyes widen and his mouth drops.

"W-well yeah I know that, but Jenny mentioned that you were going out.. And I guess I just got a little hurt that you told her and not me.. I thought I was your best friend..."

I groan and walk away from the sink, slowly approaching Zach, who has his arms crossed with an unmistakable frown on his face. I pull him into a side hug and he leans his head on mine.

"You know, I would tell you but you hate when I talk about Niall. And that's who I'm gonna be with."

Zach groans in annoyance and lifts his head before he lightly pushes me away and I scoff.

"You know, you're being a real dick. That's exactly why I didn't tell you. You can't fucking stand that I'm seeing someone and you're not!"

His face reddens in anger and he shouts.

"That's not it! I couldn't give two fucks! But he is nine years older than you, Emily! Nine! And not only that, but he's a celebrity! You know, I've sat down and actually googled all the women he dated! You're not enough for him! Sooner or later, he's gonna cheat on you! I'm just trying to protect you!"

I gasp, absolutely struck by the words that just left his mouth. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes and I turn my back to him.

"You know Zach... You're not my mom and you're not my dad. And right now? I don't even know if you're my friend.."

With that, I quietly make my way up the stairs to my room and open my door, retreating inside, despite hearing Zach shouting my name. I shut the door and lay my back against it, tears slowly falling down my cheeks.

I sniffle and wipe the tears off my cheeks before I walk over to my closet.

He said cute and comfy, that could be anything.

I pull out a Green sleeveless top with matching pants and my White Nike platforms.

I quickly change and tie up my hair before doing a small bit of make up and then quickly pack a bag. I only pack general stuff that I would use; night dress, cute outfit for the next day, extra undergarments and my toiletries and chargers.

I zip up my duffel bag and just as I pick it up, my phone starts to ring. I look down at the name and I smile. Niall.

'Cause nobody knows you baby the way I do And nobody loves you baby the way I do It's been so long, it's been so long Maybe you-

"How is it you always seem to call when I need to hear your voice the most?"

He laughs through the phone.

"Well I suppose it's a good thing I'm in yer drive, now isn't it?"

I giggle and smile.

"I'll be right out."

He says okay and I hang up. I grab my purse off my bed and sling it on my shoulder before making my way to my bedroom door and opening it. I quietly leave my room, closing the door behind me. I make my way down the stairs and just as I reach the front door, I find Zach yet again.

He sees me and opens his mouth and I hold my hand up.

"No. We'll talk when I come home. But until then, I don't want to hear a word from you. Unless someone has died, you will leave me the fuck alone. Are we clear?"

He rolls his eyes but he nods. I take that as an opportunity to leave and I quickly open the door and close it behind me, locking it. I walk down the pavement and see Niall's Range sitting in the otherwise empty driveway.

The driver door opens and out steps Niall. Before I can think, I drop my bags and run into his open arms. I try my best to hold back my tears as he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me off the ground, ever so slightly.

I bury my head in his chest and sniffle and he starts to rub my back with one hand. I pull away a little and look up at him. He sets me down and wipes my tears away with his now free hand.

"I know yer not cryin like this 'cause ya missed me. What's up, what's got ya upset, Petal?"

I sniffle and shake my head.

"It's stupid. Just got into a dumb fight with Zach, guess I'm just super emotional today."

"It's not dumb, Em. Yer obviously upset about it. Ya wanna talk about it? Ya don't have t' hold it in with me, ya know that, right?"

I smile lightly and sniffle as I nod.

"I know, Ni. It was just dumb and I'm just being moody today. I promise, there's nothing to worry about. I'm feeling much better now that you're here."

He smiles and leans in, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I giggle and hug him again. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in close.

"I missed ya. I mean I know it's only been a few days but I've been really lookin forward t' seeing ya again."

I blush and lean in, placing a soft kiss on his lips. I move to pull away and he pulls me back, kissing me deeply. I sigh into the kiss and I feel him smile before he lets up a little, pecking my lips a few more times before pulling away completely, leaving me a blushing mess.

We laugh and he lets go of my waist and instead takes one of my hands in his and laces our fingers together. We walk over to my bags that I had dropped and Niall bends down, grabbing my duffle bag while I grab my backpack and sling it on my shoulder.

He opens the back of his Rover and we put my bags in alongside his. He closes the back and we get in and get buckled. He starts the car and I turn to him.

"So do I get to know where we're going?"

He laughs as he begins to pull out of the driveway.

"Now why would I do that? Yer reaction is gonna be priceless when we get there. And I like teasin' ya."

I fold my arms and pout a little.

"That's mean, Niall."

He laughs again, shaking his head with his eyes remaining on the road.

"You'll live. Just trust me, Em. It'll be worth it when we get there. But I promise, yer gonna like it. Ya trust me, don't ya?"

The car comes to a stop as we hit a red light and Niall turns to me slightly. I sigh and smile before I nod. He smiles and the light turns green and we begin to move again.

After about an hour and a half of Niall driving as we talk, he reaches into the center console and hands me something. A tie. I raise an eyebrow and he chuckles.

"Just put it on, Petal. I'll even do it for ya."

I nod, a little hesitant. He smiles and unfolds the tie before he raises it to my eyes and then ties it around my head and I'm left without sight. I bite my lip, still hesitant. All I can hear is the clicking of the seatbelt and the door opening and closing before the passenger door opens and I'm exposed to the chilly February air.

I hear another click of the seatbelt as Niall reaches over me, unbuckling my seatbelt before he pulls it off of me. I clutch my purse in one hand and I feel Niall take the other.

"Alright pretty girl, I'm gonna get ya out now, 'kay? Just hold on t' me.."

I nod, biting my lip a little harder. I turn in my seat so I'm facing Niall and he wraps an arm around my waist before he slowly pulls me out of the car and sets me down. He moves me away from the door and closes it before the car beeps, signaling it being locked.

I feel Niall take my hand again and he laces his fingers through mine and he begins to slowly guide me.

"Ya doin' okay, Em? Yer shakin a little..."

I feel him step and he pulls me up on what I believe to be sidewalk and I slowly nod.

"Y-yeah... Just feel a little off since, you know, I can't see?"

He chuckles and squeezes my hand as he continues to guide me. After about a good minute, we come to a stop and Niall takes my other hand in his.

"Well guess what? Ya did it. Ya ready t' see where we are?"

I nod rapidly and Niall laughs. I hear him take a few steps and suddenly I feel his breath on my neck. He unties the tie and lowers it before he folds it back up and tucks it into his pocket. I look up in front of my and I gasp, my eyes widening.

In front of me in a very large set of letters that are lit, spelling out 'Happy Birthday Harry'. I turn to face Niall, my mouth still gaping.

"Are we really-"

He nods with a wide smile on his face, and I close my mouth, though it widens.

"At Harry's birthday show? Yes, yes we are."

I throw myself at him and he catches me as he laughs. My arms wrap around his neck and his hands rest at my waist.

"I totally forgot about it! Niall, this is amazing, really."

He smiles and gives me a small kiss.

"Ya glad I left it as a surprise, then?"

I giggle and nod before leaning in to peck his lips and he smiles. He then taps my waist with a few fingers and I pull away to see him smiling.

"How about we head inside, Em?"

I smile and nod. He lets me go, though a hand is still holding mine. He leads us through the grounds to a back entrance and he knocks on the door.

It opens a minute later to reveal a tall man.

Niall's POV I knock on the door, just as I had discussed with Jeff. It opens about a minute later to reveal Jeff, who smiles when he sees me.

"There you are! I was starting to get worried! And this is your-"

I blush and interrupt him.

"My friend, yeah. Jeff, this is Emily. And sorry we're late. Got a little stuck in traffic."

"Glad to put a face to a name. Nice to meet you, Emily! I'm Jeff Azoff."

She smiles and they shake hands. He smiles and pushes the door open all the way. He then pulls out something from his back pocket: 2 backstage passes. He then hands them to me with a smile.

We all walk in and Emily and I begin to follow Jeff.

"H was so excited when he found out you were coming. He tried waiting to say hello but he had to get ready."

I nod and I feel Emily jog to my side and grab my hand, lacing her fingers through mine. I smile at her and she returns it, her ocean blue eyes twinkling as she does so. We follow Jeff for another minute or so until we come to a stop.

He turns to face use and smiles.

"There's a table over there with snacks and drinks. I have to go get something but I'll be right back."

We nod and he walks off. I take one of the backstage passes and place it around Emily's neck before I put on my own. Her phone starts to go off and instead of looking at it, she pulls it out and turns off the ringer and hits ignore on what appears to be a phone call. She tucks it back into her purse and her hand takes mine again.

Jeff comes back holding a basket and he sets it down at a small, nearby table.

"H wanted to gift you guys some stuff. When I mentioned you were coming, he wanted to make sure you both had something as a welcome gift. Enjoy, and let me know if you guys need anything! I'll be around."

We nod and he walks off, leaving us alone. I open my mouth to say something but before I can, I hear a mic come on and see Harry's opener on stage. We decide to get something to eat so we head over to the snack table.

Emily takes a plate and starts to pick up food and put it on the plate.

"So how was work? I don't think I asked ya, yet."

She gives me a wide smile and her eyes sparkle.

"Oh my god it was amazing! You know those two projects I was hoping to get?"

I smile and nod.

"That directing role and the role for that sequel?"

She nods as she finishes putting food on her plate. I quickly make myself one and we make our way to the small table with our basket on it and we sit down.

"Well... they gave me Banana Fish! So I get to start on that! And I got a role for that sequel-"

My eyes widen and I can't help but smile.

"Emily! That's amazing! I'm so-"

She snorts and shakes her head.

"You're so cute! But you didn't let me finish!"

I cover my mouth with my hand and she giggles.

"I got a lead role! One of the very few!"

I remove my hand from my mouth and stand up. I move over to where she's sitting and she looks up at me. I put my hands on her waist and lift her up into my arms, hugging her tight as she laughs.

"I'm so fuckin' proud of you, Petal! I knew you'd get it"

She laughs and wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me back. I give her another tight squeeze before I set her down, though my arms stay around her waist and hers around my neck.

I lean down and press my lips to hers. She sighs and smiles into the kiss and I pull her closer. We pull away after a minute or so, leaving her a blushing mess. I smile and squeeze her again and she giggles.

"If this is how you're gonna react every time I have good news, then I could definitely get used to it!"

We laugh and suddenly I hear her stomach growl, which causes her to blush.

"Have ya eaten at all, today?"

She just shrugs.

"A little? I've had a couple cups of coffee and a granola bar from a vending machine..."

I frown, saddened from what I just heard.

"That's it? Em, why didn't ya eat?"

She only shrugs again and looks away from me.

"I was just busy. I went to bed late and I had to wake up really early. I ended up oversleeping and didn't really have time for much."

I frown more and bite my lip, but she looks back up at me.

"But I promise, I'm fine! I'll eat what I got just now and it'll hold me off until we get something later! Okay?"

I sigh and nod, causing her to smile.

"Sit down and eat, Petal. I'm gonna look through what Harold gave us."

She nods and I let her go, allowing her to sit down and she digs into her plate. I remain standing as I begin to dig through the fairly large basket.

She finishes her plate and stands up but I catch her before she can, lightly pushing her back into the chair.

"Niall-"

I shake my head and crouch onto my knees a little to meet her height. I lay my hand on top of hers and look into her eyes.

"Petal, we both know that wasn't enough. It's gonna be a long while until we can get something more filling, how about you have my plate too? I ate breakfast and lunch so I'm-"

Before I can finish, my stomach growls and she laughs.

"Fine. But how about we share it? Or are you going to deny what we both just heard?"

I laugh and shake my head, giving in. I stand up and sit in my own chair, opposite to her. We eat and chat until we clean the plate.

"Oh, did ya want t' see what Harry left fer ya?"

Her eyes widen.

"F-for me?"

I nod with a smile and stand up.

"Yeah. He said he was excited t' meet ya."

She blushes.

"How do you know that?"

I blush and look down at the note that was in the basket.

Niall, thanks for coming! Can't wait to see you! And can't wait to meet your girl! ;) Hope you both enjoy! -H x

"He just... wrote a note. Nothing bad..."

She smirks and walks over to me and tries to peak over my shoulder but I quickly tuck the note into my pocket.

"Just a note, I'm sure."

She laughs and I shake my head.

"If ya don't stop bein mean t' me, I'm gonna sell yer stuff online."

She snorts and shakes her head. I smile and shuffle through the basket, pulling out what was meant for her: a Soup Crewneck, a few keychains and a makeup bag. I hold them out to her and her eyes widen a little and she hesitantly takes everything from me, making me laugh.

"This was from Harry? I'll definitely have to thank him if we see him."

I smile and nod.

"Our crewnecks match as well as our keychains, but you got the makeup bag and I got a water bottle."

She smiles and nods. She puts her things back in the basket and holds her arms out to me, quietly asking for a hug. I smile and pull her into my arms, holding her close. I feel her sigh in my arms and I start to rub her back.

"Ya sure yer okay, Em? I know ya said ya were but-"

Before I can finish, I hear the opening to a song and the screaming of fans starts. I turn my head to see the band on the stage before turning my attention back to Emily.

"We should head over there, sound good?"

She nods with a smile. I let go of her waist and take her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. We walk closer to the barrier, closer to the stage and we stand next to Jeff.

My hand leaves Emily's and instead, I wrap my arm around her waist before resting it on her hip and she leans into me with a smile. Jeff turns to us with a smile.

"So is this your first concert Emily?"

She smiles and shakes her head.

"Not my first, but it is my first time seeing Harry! I tried a couple times during his residencies but I work a lot and couldn't get away."

He nods.

"And what do you do?"

She bites her lip before answering.

"Um I'm a voice actor. I direct too, but it's all mostly anime, though I have worked on other projects outside of Funimation and Crunchyroll."

I smile and squeeze her side and kiss the side of her head.

"She does voices fer video games too! And she's gotten t' work with a lot of famous people! Mark Hamill, Patrick Stump and even Steve Carell."

Jeff's eyes widen and Emily laughs.

"Okay I told you about Patrick, but how did you did you know about the other two? My mother doesn't even know that!"

We all laugh and I shrug. And then her face pales.

"You didn't watch the Killing Joke, did you? Or the Rise of Gru?"

I bite my lip but I nod.

"I watched the Killing Joke... that was interesting. I did not watch the Rise of Gru, but ya did mention that you and Kellen were extras in that."

I can feel the goosebumps on her arm.

"The Killing Joke... now that was dark. Five Nights at Freddy's doesn't give me the creeps like that did... Eugh!"

We all laugh and turn our attention to the stage, to see Harry coming up from the platform. The show starts and from the corner of my eye, I can see Em mouthing the lyrics to every song he's sang so far, which makes me smile.

Looking at this girl at my side... I can't stand to be away from her. Every second I spend with her just feels so full of light and happiness. She finds joy in the simpler things in life and she works hard, doing what she loves. I love being around her... and I need her to know that...

The next song starts and I take the opportunity to pull at her waist and pull her in front of me, wrapping my arms around her. She looks up at me a little and smiles as we begin to sway to the song. She's nodding her head a bit to the song and I bite my lip.

"I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you!"

Fuck it.

I lean my head down a little to her ear and whisper to her.

"Will you be mine to adore, Emily?"

I feel her body stiffen and I let her go. She turns around and I see tears threatening to spill.

"A-are you asking me what I think you're asking?"

I bite my lip and nod.

"Will ya? Be my girlfriend?"

Her face softens and tears begin to spill down her cheeks.

"Yes, of course I will. I'd love to be your girlfriend."

I smile and she wraps her arms around my neck while I wrap mine around her waist. I lean down and meet her lips in a kiss. She sighs into the kiss and I pull her closer. Our lips move in sync until we finally pull away, out of breath.

I rest my forehead against hers, a smile never leaving my face. I hug her one last time before lifting my head. She turns back around, though she places her hands on top of mine, which now rest on her stomach.

We dance, laugh and sing along for the rest of the show until Jeff taps on my shoulder and leads us to a room way backstage. He opens the door, allowing Emily and I to walk in while he remains in the doorway, his hand on the knob.

"You guys can hang out here. H and the band will be here in just a few minutes."

We nod and I pull her over to one of the couches and take a seat, with Em taking the open spot next to me. I lay my hand, palm side up, on her knee. She smiles and places her hand on top of mine before she laces her fingers through mine. I turn to her and peck her cheek, causing her cheeks to tint and her smile to grow.

"Did ya have fun, Em?"

She opens her mouth and begins to speak but pauses when the door begins to open. In walks Harry, followed by a few members of his band. I let go of Emily's hand and stand up, and she follows my lead, standing up as well.

Harry smiles when he sees me and he walks over to me with his arms open and I meet him in a hug.

"Nialler!"

"Harry!"

We hug and pat each others backs until we pull away and his attention turns to Em, who's looking down at the ground, her hands behind her back and biting her lip.

Awe, my girl. She must be really nervous.

I walk over to her and wrap an arm around her waist before I peck her cheek in an attempt to ease her nerves. She looks up at me and purses her lips but gives me a small smile before nodding. I smile and guide her over to where Harry is standing, my hand on the small of her back.

"Harry, this is Emily, my girlfriend. Em, well of course ya know who he is."

Emily's POV

"Harry, this is Emily, my girlfriend. Em, well of course ya know who he is."

I really shouldn't be this nervous but my heart won't stop pounding. Harry Styles is standing in front of me. And he knows my name. What has my life come to?! Calm yourself! He's Niall's friend for goodness sake! If you can be normal around Niall, YOUR BOYFRIEND, then you can be normal around Harry.

I take a deep breath before holding my hand out to Harry.

"It's so nice to finally meet you! Niall has told me so much about you! Oh, and Happy Birthday!"

He flashes a smile at me and instead of shaking my hand, he pulls me into a hug. I gasp a little out of surprise but I quickly return his hug. We hug for a minute until I finally pull away, Harry still smiling.

"Thank you! And it's so great t' finally meet you! Niall hasn't stopped talking about you since y' both met! Although he won't tell me how..."

I blush and laugh a little as Niall throws his head back in laughter before he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close to him.

"Now that's because it's funnier t' say in person! She was actually-"

I blush and lightly elbow him in the side. He looks down at me and I stick my lip out in a pout.

"Niall! Don't you dare! It's embarrassing! Seriously?"

He nods as he flashes me a pearly smile. Harry motions over to the large couch that was behind us and we all take a seat as the rest of Harry's band comes in and takes an open seat wherever.

Niall opens his mouth to unfortunately continue on with his story when I hear a gasp and our attention turns to Sarah, Harry's drummer.

"Oh my god! You're.. you're Emily Hoffman!"

Oh my god. Sarah Jones knows who I am?! What?!

I blush and nod and she smiles, grinning from ear to ear!

"I love watching your work! Your vocal range is amazing!"

I blush even more and send her a small smile.

"Thank you! That's so sweet of you to say! I'm really honored that you know who I am!"

I see Mitch laugh and shake his head.

"Are you kidding me? She watches every one of your streams and scarily enough, could probably answer personal questions about you."

We all laugh and Niall raises a brow, making me shrug.

"I mean I'm pretty much an open book. Between panels, streams, and conventions in general, things just kind of come out. And I don't like to shut up, hence why voice acting is probably the best job for me!"

We all laugh again and Sarah leans a little in her seat.

"Honestly though, I didn't know you were a fan of H for the longest time! Not until Ian posted that TikTok!"

I raise an eyebrow.

"Ian? What did he post?"

Her eyes light up and she quickly pulls out her phone and pulls up a video. We all look at her phone to the video playing and my heart drops. The video playing is of my reaction to Harry's House, more specifically, Matilda, the day of the album release.

At that time, I was at a convention with Ian, Monica, Mike, Chris Sabat and Luci. We were all in the green room when I got a notification of the album release, as I had not really been on my phone much that day.

That was also back when I was getting a lot of hate. Many got angry and began to start accounts dedicated to hating me, all because I was constantly smiling. While I share a lot with fans and friends, my smile is sincere and I'm not being fake. But the hate... it really hit hard. They were relentless and eventually it grew hard to ignore.

In the video, you can hear Matilda playing and I let out a loud sob as Luci held me, comforting me as a mother would. My sobs only get louder and all I want to do is hide.

"I... didn't know he posted that. God I need to get after him for that. That's so embarrassing!"

I try to laugh it off and Sarah smiles, shaking her head.

"It was sweet. He posted a little message with it."

She taps her phone a few times before she turns it back around, showing me the screen.

@iansinclairvo Not many know this, but this girl is a warrior. She has feelings like anyone else and while she may smile and mean it, she cries and she has felt pain like any other human. Please show her some kindness. We all love her very much, and we hope you will love her as much as we do!

I tear up and my lip begins to quiver. Niall wraps his arm around my shoulders and he begins to rub my shoulder before he kisses the side of my head.

"I-I didn't realize he was recording... Or that he even posted that."

The room is quiet for a second before Harry speaks up.

"What happened? If y' don't mind me asking?"

I take a deep breath before I proceed.

"Um... at that time? I was getting a lot of hate on social media... People said I was faking everything and they would always say 'what's she got to be happy about' or 'no one is ever that happy unless they did something'. I thought it was dumb. Until they started getting worse."

I take a shaky breath in before I begin again.

"I was happy. I never faked that. I've been through a lot, and that's probably why hearing Matilda made me cry so much... But that's the one thing I won't really talk about in public. But that pain doesn't define me, and I haven't let it, despite everything. And some people just don't like to see others happy."

I hear sniffles and look up to see tears in Sarah's eyes. I stand up and walk over to her before I pull her into a hug. She sniffles and returns my hug and I sigh.

"Please don't cry Sarah, really. It's not worth it. They were just looking to hurt someone's feelings and they picked the one that looked like a weak little girl. I've moved past that and I don't let them upset me anymore."

She pulls away and shakes her head.

"Ts not okay! You're so young! And you've never done anything! I've followed your career for years and you've always been one of my favorite voice actors... You're so kind to everyone you meet and you make each person feel like they're the center of the universe! Everyone loves you! So I just don't-"

Mitch lays a hand on her shoulder and she looks up, still sniffling. I smile and place a hand on top of hers.

"You know why I do that? I don't want anyone to feel left out. No one should feel like that. Every single person I meet becomes important to me. Whether they become a constant in my life or not. I promise, you don't have to be upset. That's long since passed, and now we're here! Each day brings so many new possibilities, there's no need to dwell on the past. So don't waste your tears on those dummies."

She sniffles and nods and I smile. I pay her hand and then make my way back to where I was sitting, resuming my nonchalant cuddle with Niall. He smiles when he sees me sit down and he holds me close. It's quiet for a minute before Harry speaks up.

"So that's why y' were crying during Matilda. Jeffery mentioned he saw y' tear up and I was curious. But we're very glad t' have you here, Emily."

I smile at him and he smiles back. Niall squeezes my hip before he chimes in.

"Now who wants t' hear how we met?"

Everyone laughs and I try and hide my face in his chest.

"Alright so-"

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No one can stop laughing and my face is probably as red as a tomato.

Harry finally stops laughing enough to ask a question.

"So wait... You didn't realize who Niall was until the next day? How?!"

I shrug and blush, laughing lightly.

"I was pretty buzzed and I guess my brain wasn't working right. Which is pretty funny since the last song I had played on my phone had been one of Niall's and I had literally just seen his face. But my brain only said: Look! A hot guy! Try not to embarrass yourself! Which obviously, that didn't work."

Everyone laughs and Sarah shakes her head.

"I still can't get over the fact that you have Zach's ringtone set as a One Direction song and it happened to play in front of Niall!"

I shrug and laugh.

"Well, that was definitely something. I've honestly had that set forever though. It annoys him so I strive to do it more. And in my defense, he seems to hate Temporary Fix the most, no idea why, it's an amazing song-"

Niall tips a pretend hat on his head and we all laugh.

"But it's almost like I had to set it. He's tried to change it multiple times and I always change it back."

Everyone laughs again.

"What's my ringtone, Petal? Just curious."

I blush and bite my lip.

"Um... Well your text tone is Love At First Sight by the Brobecks. And you're ringtone? It's um... It's Fireproof."

I blush and everyone laughs.

"Hey! Sue me! It's a good song! What about you then, mister? What did you set mine as?"

I raise one of my brows with a wicked smile and everyone laughs. Niall kisses my cheek and pulls out his phone. He pulls open my contact and I blush.

Ringtone: Silver Springs

Text tone: If You Ever Did Believe

Damn it, I hate how well he knows me. I love those songs.

I blush more and lay my head on his shoulder as he laughs.

We all hang out and chat until some staff brings in trays of delicious food followed by a few cakes. Niall kisses my cheek and places a hand on my knee before he stands up.

"I'm gonna go make ya a plate, Petal. Harold, mind keeping my girl company? But don't steal her, she's mine."

He just said that with the straightest face, it's so hard not to laugh.

Harry and I both burst out laughing but he nods. Niall playfully rolls his eyes and shakes his head before he walks over to one of the tables. I turn to Harry and we chat while Niall is getting me a plate.

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"Oh come on, y' have to pick one!"

I laugh as I shake my head.

"Honest to god Harry, I can't! I could probably give you my top 10 or 15 but I can't just give you one!"

He laughs and shakes his head as Niall walks up to us, two plates in his hands as he takes his seat back on the other side of me, handing me a plate and a fork.

"What's goin' on?"

I giggle and shake my head.

"Harry is trying to make me pick a favorite of his songs."

Niall snickers and shakes his head as he begins to spoon up some pasta on his fork.

"Hate to break it to ya mate, but she won't even pick her favorite of mine. She won't pick from yers either."

I scoff and shake my head, before turning my attention to the plate in my lap. I stab some pasta onto my fork and take a bite, chewing and swallowing before I decide to reply.

"I can't pick from either of you! Or anything from One Direction! It's too hard! The only one that I actually pick a favorite from is Louis..."

Both of their mouths drop and I can't help but snort and shake my head. Niall then shakes his head before staring into my eyes.

"Please Petal? At least top 5!"

I groan and remove my plate from my lap, reaching over to the nearby empty table and placing it there. I sigh into the couch and let out a huff.

"Fine! Top 5! But that's it!"

They both smile and cheer and Niall kisses my cheek.

"Alright. So, for you Ni, I think my top 5 would probably be Dear Patience, Paper Houses, This Town, Too Much To Ask and Flicker. But damn it you guys are really making this hard for me."

The laugh and I turn my attention to Harry.

"Okay, since you guys have insisted. Choosing a favorite of yours Harry is actually going to hurt me..."

Did I think this was gonna be this hard? No. But it physically pains me to choose.

"Hm... Top 5 Harry songs... Adore You, Matilda, Canyon Moon, Kiwi and Little Freak. Now leave me be. You're making my brain hurt."

Both men laugh as I reach back over to the table, grabbing my plate before leaning back against the couch and resuming to eat. We all eat, talk and drink until we finally decide to call it a night.

Niall and I, followed by Harry, Jeff, Mitch and Sarah slowly make our way out of the arena and make our hike to Niall's Range. Niall's holding tightly onto my hand as we walk with Harry walking on my other side and everyone else trailing behind us.

When we get close enough, I see a few cars still in the parking lot and there is a group of people crowded around the car closest to Niall's car. As we get closer, I can faintly see a familiar face.

That's not... Is it?

I stop for a minute, Niall raising his brow at me as I pull my phone out of my back pocket. I pull open a contact and hit call, listening as it begins to ring.

"Em, what-"

I hold my finger up to Niall, silently asking for a minute as I hold the phone between my cheek my shoulder and I hear a voice come through.

"Hey-"

"Emily Marie, where are you right now?"

"What? I just got out of a concert, why?"

"Turn your head towards the arena. Don't question it, just do it."

I hear her scoff on the other end but the head in front of me turns and I can't help but smile.

"Bitch! Is that your hoe ass I see with all those people."

I chuckle.

"Get your ass over here and find out."

I hang up the phone and the figure, now clear that it's Emily, begins to run towards us, the group she was with following behind. I let go of Nialls hand and hold my arms open as Emily hits me like a bullet train and I can't help but laugh.

We hug for a minute before pulling away and then I finally remembered. Niall. I turn to him and the others with a blush and then I see other people approaching: David, Emily's husband, Clifford, and one of my best friends, Brandon.

"Oh um Niall, guys, these are a few of my coworkers. This is Emily and her husband David, Cliff and Brandon."

All of a sudden I hear a gasp come from Brandon.

"So what? You don't tell me that you're seeing someone, let alone that it's Niall Horan? What gives Em?! I thought you loved me!"

Niall throws his head back in a laugh and I blush as I walk into his arms before he wraps his arms around me in a hug.

"I told Tatum... But if I had told you, you would've blabbed to everyone. And I didn't tell anyone his full name, the only ones that knew were Jen, Aleks and Zach."

Brandon dramatically gasps again and places a hand over his chest.

"You told my husband?! Oh come on!"

We all laugh and Niall squeezes me in his arms before he kisses my head.

"How could I not, Brandon? Not only are you a blabber mouth, but you're like One Direction coo coo! Worse than Megan or even me!"

He scoffs and folds his arms.

"Am not-"

I slightly turn to him with a flat expression.

"Brandon. You dragged me to see Don't Worry Darling with you six times. Six. All because Michael wouldn't go with you."

Harry's eyes widen and Brandon blushes.

"I mean... It was a good movie!...Fuck Em, I hate you so much right now."

I snort and shake my head. Niall lets me go with a smile and I walk over to Brandon, giving him a side hug and patting his back.

"Whatever you say, Brandy. Whatever you say."

He pouts and I laugh at his reaction. I give Cliff, Emily and David and Brandon one more hug before waving them goodbye. They all head to their cars in separate directions and Niall and I head to the Range.

Harry gives Niall a hug and I turn and see Sarah, who has a big smile on her face. I return her smile and I give her a hug.

"Mitch and I will have t' come see you at a con when we can get away from Mr. Busy."

I laugh and shake my head.

"Yeah, just let me know! I'm constantly updating my socials about any appearances and they're always on my site! Message me if you're going and we'll get coffee or something!"

She nods with a smile and we hug before she and Mitch walk off and Harry approaches me with a smile. He holds his arm open for a hug and I smile. I walk into his arms and he pulls me in a tight hug, making me laugh as I return his hug.

"Thank you so much for comin' , Emily. It really was great t' meet you."

"Me too, Harry. It really was a great show and you are even nicer then I ever thought. Oh! And happy birthday again!"

He laughs, thanking me as he squeezes me tight before I pull away. I wave goodbye and get in Niall's car. I sigh in the seat before reaching for my seatbelt and clicking it on.

Niall gets in, a smile plastered on his face. He leans over, placing a finger under my chin before he pulls me into a kiss. I smile, leaning into the kiss. As always, his kiss leaves me breathless as he pulls away, leaving a smile in place of my lips.

I giggle and shake my head, before resting my elbow on the center console with my hand resting on my cheek.

"Hmm what was that for?"

He flashes me a smile before he turns his attention to starting the car and looking in his rear view mirror as begins to reverse the car.

"Nothin'. Can't I kiss my girlfriend?"

I guffaw and fold my arms.

"That was totally more than just 'wanting to kiss your girlfriend' Niall. That wasn't just a peck."

I see his smile widen from the corner of my eye and we laugh as he drives. After about 10 minutes, we reach our hotel. Niall parks the car and we get out, grabbing our bags before heading inside the fancy hotel.

We check in with the concierge, and as soon as Niall is handed the key, he takes my hand and drags me to the closest elevator as we laugh. The elevator pauses a few times before we get off and Niall then leads me to a door. He unlocks it and walks in, holding the door open for me.

I giggle, shaking my head as I follow him into the luxurious room.

We put our bags against the dresser and we back into the bed, collapsing onto the bed. I close my eyes and let out a content sigh, only opening them when I feel someone hovering over me. Niall is laying on his side, resting his cheek in his palm as he looks at me with a wide smile.

"You look like you've got some evil thoughts stirring up in that brain of yours, what is it?"

He chuckles and shakes his head, leaning in a little closer.

"How tired are ya, right now?"

I purse my lips before shrugging a little.

"Why? Did you have something else planned for tonight? It's kind of late..."

He smirks and leans in, this time, placing a small kiss to my lips before wrapping his free arm around my waist, pulling me up onto my side to face him.

"Let's go swimming. I'm in the mood for a late night swim."

My eyes widen and my mouth drops a little.

"Niall- it's almost midnight! And- and I don't have a swimsuit-"

He pecks my lips again and squeezes my waist before pulling away.

"It's fine. C' mon, please?"

He puffs out his bottom lip and gives me his puppy dogs eyes, making me sigh.

"So what, you want me to go swimming in my panties?"

He smirks and nods. I groan and throw my head back. I bite my lip, thinking for a moment before giving in and sighing.

"F-fine!"

He grins and squeezes my hip before pecking my lips.

"Thank you, Petal. I promise, it'll be fun!"

I blush and nod before rolling on to my back and sitting up. Niall raises a brow and I giggle as I stand up, walking to the bathroom. I walk in and close the door behind me. I hear feet shuffling and approach the door as I begin to pull off my shirt before kicking off my shoes.

"Petal, what are ya doin'?"

I blush as I shout to the door as I push down and step out of my pants.

"Um.. Undressing? What did you think I would be doing?"

He chuckles and I hear him lean against the door. I grab a spare robe off the hook on the door and open the door a crack, thrusting my arm through the crack.

"Here. Strip down and put this on. I'll be out in just a minute."

He chuckles and takes the robe from my hand and I bring my hand back in before closing the door. I put on my own robe and tie it to my waist. I then bend down, picking up my clothing and my shoes before turning around and opening the door.

I walk out and sneak over to my bag before kneeling down and opening it. I pull out my sandals and stuff my clothes in, and just as I stand up, a pair of arms wraps around my waist, causing my soul to leave my body as I jump in surprise. Niall laughs as his arms tighten around me and I blush.

He kisses my cheek then nuzzles his chin into my collarbone.

"Are ya ready, Em?"

I bite my lip and nod my head. He squeezes my waist and lets out a sigh as he lets me go, instead grabbing my hand. He grabs the keycard off the dresser and then we head for the door, closing it quietly behind us.

We head down the hall quietly to the elevator as we try our best to hold back our giggles. We manage to make it to the pool without being noticed, despite our giggling. We walk inside the indoor pool area, closing the door quietly.

Niall lets go of my hand, walks over to a nearby shelf and grabs a few towels before walking over to a nearby lounge chair. He takes off his robe and lays it on the chair before he turns to me. I walk over to his with a blush present on my cheeks, biting my lip.

"Ya gonna get in with me?"

I nod, not looking at him.

"Y-you get in first though."

He chuckles and nods. He slips off his sandals, walks to the edge of the pool and sits down before he slides himself right in. He then turns to me and beckons me with his hand.

"C'mon, Petal! The waters fine! I promise!"

I sigh and nod.

"But close your eyes! Don't open them until I say!"

He chuckles and nods, shutting his eyes. I take a deep breath before slipping off my flip flops and I untie the robe, starting to remove it before coming to a stop. I shout to Niall, though my back is facing him.

"You're not peeking right?"

I hear his laugh echo.

"I promise! Now hurry up!"

I bite my lip, removing my robe and setting it down on the lounge chair before turning around to face the pool. Niall's eyes remain closed as I make my way to the steps and quickly step in, wincing at the cold. I wade my way over to Niall, submerging myself in the pool before I finally reach him.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Niall opens his eyes and smiles before he wraps his arms around my waist. He lifts me up a little so I wrap my legs around his waist, a blush present on my cheeks.

"Yer so cute Em, I swear."

I giggle and scoop a little water in my hand, playfully splashing him. We start laugh and splash each other more until his lips find their way on mine. My lips move in sync against his, and I get so lost in him that I don't notice wrapping my arms around his neck.

He pulls me in closer as he kisses me, one hand still holding on to me as the other begins to roam my body. He grasps my breast,slightly pinching my nipple underneath the thin fabric. I gasp and moan into the kiss, causing him to pinch a little harder.

His hand makes its way down my body as he bites my lip and slips his tongue in my mouth. I pant and his fingers start to play with the hem of my panties, his fingers caressing my bare skin underneath. Just as he starts to pull them down, we hear a commotion, causing the both of us to jump.

Niall puts me down and we look up to see the same concierge from before, his face bright red.

"Mr. Horan! Finally! Please vacate the pool! It closed at 10 o'clock! It is currently one thirty!"

We both blush and nod. He hums and stomps off as we start to get out. With our faces bright red, we grab our towels and slip on our robes and shoes, heading back to our hotel room. As soon as we're in the safety of our room, we both burst out laughing.

"I think we should probably shower. We need to wash the chlorine off our bodies and our um... underwear."

He nods and nods his head towards the bathroom.

"Together? It'd probably be faster so we can both get t' bed."

"But Niall-"

He smiles and kisses my cheek.

"I know Petal. We can stay in our underwear. That should be enough. Just like a swimsuit, right?"

I blush and nod, biting my lip.

"Great. Let's get some clean clothes t' lay out fer when we're done. I'll change in the room though, s' ya can change in the bathroom."

I let out a sigh of relief and nod, moving towards my bag. I pull out a clean pair of underwear and my nightdress before standing back up, holding onto my clothes.Niall enters the bathroom and I enter behind him, closing the door behind the both of us.

Niall takes off his robe, hanging it up before he turns and pushes open the door to the large shower. He enters it, turning it on and adjusting the temperature as I remove my robe, hanging it up and placing my clean clothes on the nearby bench.

Niall gets it to a good temperature and then holds his hand out to me, so I take it, stepping into the steamy shower. He closes the door and pulls me close.

"Water okay, Em? Not too hot or too cold?"

I shake my head with a smile.

"It's perfect. It feels great."

I walk under the shower head and I start to rinse myself off when I'm stopping by Niall wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He holds me tight against his chest and my cheeks flush.

"Niall-"

He turns me around so I'm facing him and my hands rest on his naked chest. I bite my lip but I look him in the eyes to see a serious expression on his face.

"I want t' make ya feel good, Petal. I would've in the pool but obviously we were-"

Feel good? Like earlier? That was- that was hot. He means more though, right? He must. But I'm a virgin... I don't know if I told him...

I can't take it anymore and I burst out my thoughts.

"Niall, I'm a virgin..."

He smiles and pecks my lips.

"Thank ya fer tellin' me, Petal. I had assumed so but it means everything that ya felt you could tell me. Do you want me t' make ya feel good?"

I can only blush and bite my lip, but I nod.

I do want that... But I'm terrified... Am I really ready for that? What-

"Em-. Petal! Emily-"

I'm cut from my thoughts by the sound of Niall's voice.

"Huh?"

He sighs with a relieved smile.

"Em, if this is freakin' ya out we can wait-"

"N-no! I want to! I'm just- I'm scared..."

He squeezes my waist with a smile.

"That's okay, Petal. We'll go slow, I promise. Nothing too big tonight. Tell me what ya want me t' do okay? It's all up to you."

He pecks my cheek and I blush.

"I liked what you were doing in the pool... Were you- Were you going to touch me d-down there?"

He smiles and nods.

"You want me to Em? It's what you want. I just want t' make my girl feel good."

I blush and bite my lip before looking into his eyes.

"What... What would you do?"

He smiles and pulls me into a hot kiss. I melt into his touch as he pulls me into him, though his hands find the hem of my panties for the second time today. He pulls away from the kiss, leaving me a panting mess.

"Can these come off, Petal? Or do you want them t' stay on?"

I blush, biting my lip as I think.

"Would you still... Would I still feel good if they stayed on?"

He smiles and nods.

"Whatever yer comfortable with, Em. That's all that matters. Do ya trust me, Petal?"

I nod and he smiles. His hand begins to creep down and his fingers begin to lightly mingle over my folds. He removes his other hand from my ass and instead placed it on the small of my back to hold me upright.

He starts to lightly press on me and I can't help but let out a small squeak, causing him to laugh.

"N-Niall... please. Do- something!"

He chuckles and shakes his head and that's when I start to feel it. He finger begins to poke at my hole. I grip his arm and he kisses my cheek in response.

"Shhh, it's okay Em. Just relax. 'M right here, you're gonna feel so good, Petal."

He begins to insert his finger and I bit my lip. Once he's in all the way, he begins to pull it in and out, making my toes curl.

"Niall- More! I-it's good!"

He kisses my lips softly and begins to tease my hole with a second finger. He then slowly pushes both of them in and stops, letting me adjust to the new sensation. He kisses my shoulder and traces kisses up to my neck and ge starts to suck and nibble at my sensitive skin.

I gasp and tense up, overstimulated with all the new sensations. Niall curls his fingers inside of me, making a 'come hither' motion with them. He then starts to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of my cunt, progressively speeding up as I moan and lean into his touch.

"Yer doin' so good fer me, Em. Just relax, I'm gonna take care o' ya."

I do as he says, leaning into him completely with my head on his shoulder as he continues to thrust his fingers inside my sensitive cunt. My stomach is filled with butterflies and at that moment, I feel as if I'm going to burst.

"N-Niall! I t-think I'm-!"

He thrusts his fingers even faster as he presses on my cunt with his thumb, pushing me to the edge.

"Niall!"

I moan, throwing my head back into his shoulder, my toes curling as I pant.

"That's it, Em. Let go fer me. 'M right here, Petal."

He sucks on my neck as I come undone, leaving me a panting, shaking mess before him. Niall removes his hand from my panties, quickly rinsing his hand off under the now cold water from the shower before he turns me around so I face him.

He pecks my lips with a smile and we stand under the shower head in comfortable silence. I lay my head back on his shoulder and Niall moves his hand to my hair, carefully removing my pony tail so I can rinse my hair.

We finish rinsing off, albeit quickly as the water was ice cold, and Niall turns the shower off.

He kisses my forehead before he opens the shower door, grabbing 2 nearby towels. He wraps one around his waist before he wraps one around my shoulders and I grabs the edges of the towel, pulling it close and tight. He steps out, grabbing the bath mat and laying it down before he turns to me.

"Ya feelin' okay, Em? I know that was a lot on ya..."

I nod my head and smile. I wrap my towel around my body properly and fasten it, holding it together before stepping closer to Niall. He smiles as I wrap my arms around his neck and he leans down, meeting my lips in a kiss.

"I'm perfect. Though my legs are still shaking a little. That was... definitely amazing."

He chuckles and squeezes my waist before letting me go and I pull my arms away. He walks out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him so he can change. I quickly remove my towel and change into my fresh change of clothes, setting aside my wet underwear to put in a bag later. I blow dry my hair and brush my teeth and that's when I notice my neck. I am completely covered in hickeys.

"Niall Horan, I am going to get you! My neck is not a buffet!"

He lets out a loud laugh through the door and I roll my eyes.

"Are you decent? I'm about done in here."

I hear him chuckle and shout a faint 'yes' through the door. I put my wet clothes in a plastic bag, leaving an extra for Niall on the counter, before opening the door and coming into the room. Niall is laying on the large bed, his back against the headboard. He turns his head to face me and shoots me a smile. I drop my clothes by my bag before getting on the bed, curling up next to him. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me into him, leaning down and pecking the top of my head.

"Bathroom is all yours, I left a plastic bag on the counter for you for your wet clothes so you don't get everything else in your bag wet."

We squeezes my shoulder before he lets go and sits up, moving off of the bed and walking around the bed to the bathroom.

"My girl! So considerate! I didn't even think to do that!"

I giggle and shake my head before pulling the covers back and getting under them. Niall finishes brushing teeth and takes the bag off the counter before turning off the light and coming back in to the bedroom. He puts his wet clothes in the bag and then comes back over to the bed, pulling back the covers before getting in.

We lay down and Niall turns out the light. I turn my back to the wall and Niall wraps his arms around me waist, pulling me into his arms. He kisses my shoulder and squeezes my waist as I hum in his embrace.

"Night, Petal. Sweet dreams."

I smile and cuddle into his embrace.

"Sweet dreams, Niall."

I close my eyes, falling asleep to the soft sounds of Niall's snores.

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I wake up the next morning and I stretch a little, only to find something hard poking against my backside.

What in the hell?

I try to turn around when Niall tightens his arms around my waist. I sigh, reluctantly deciding to wake him up.I turn my head towards him to make sure he can hear me and I see his eyes begin to squint as he wakes up. He opens his eyes and smiles as he sees me.

He loosens his grip around my waist, so I turn to face him with my hands resting on his bare chest. He pulls me into a steamy kiss and I can't help but moan. He tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me closer, and that's when I feel it again.

I push against his chest and he pulls away with a pout.

"Hey! You normally love my-"

I shake my head and pull away from him more.

"I do but there's something poking me-"

His face pales and he looks down, biting his lip. I furrow my brows in confusion but look down as well and that's when I see it.

Oh. That's... what that was. Wow.

There is a small tent forming in his shorts and I can't help but blush as well. We both look back up but Niall doesn't look at me.

"Um.. I'll just get up and uh- take care of this..."

He sits up to get out of bed and before I can think, I grab his hand and pull him back down. We're both blushing madly but nonetheless, I wrap my arms around his neck and he finally looks me in the eyes.

"Hold on. You're fine, Niall. Let's just talk about this. I mean I know I'm inexperienced with the touching and all that but I understand. And we should be able to talk about this. Do you want to tell me what made you hard?"

I blush more as the words leave my mouth but I look right into his eyes. He bites his lip though but he nods.

"I had uh- a dream. And... You were there.. We were back in the pool... And i dunno, one thing let to another and I just..."

I shoot him a small reassuring smile.

"It made you hard."

He blushes more and nods. He wraps his arms around my waist and sits up, pulling me up with him.

"I know we've never talked about it and I really didn't mean for last night to go that far-"

I quickly lean in and peck his lips, interrupting him.

"Last night was amazing. I wanted that. With you. And I want to repay you for last night."

His mouth gapes and he shakes his head.

"Emily, no. I don't wanna rush ya and-"

"Niall, please. I want to do this. I mean, you'll have to talk me through it a little bit so I don't hurt you, but I really want to do this. And it was bound to happen at some point! At least I hoped so-"

He cuts me off by pulling me into a kiss.

"Have I ever told ya how amazing I think ya are?"

I giggle and shrug.

"You can remind me how much after we're done."

Before he can respond, I scoot back out of his lap and onto the bed. I'm on me knees and Niall scoots up to the headboard, placing a pillow behind his back so he's comfortable.

I bite my lip, a little nervous, but I push myself, reminding myself to go slow. I start by taking my hand and gently palming the growing bulge in his shorts. Niall starts breathing a little heaving but I look up and see him biting his lip, so I continue.

I rub on his bulge a little bit when a hand stops me.

"Petal... Please. I-it's startin' to hurt. Need ya t-to do more."

I nod and grab the waist band of his shorts and his boxers, pulling them down all the way. I hand them to Niall, a blush visible on my face as he throws them somewhere in the room. Niall motions me over with his hand, so i scooch up closer to him. He takes my hand in his and guides me over to his pulsing cock.

"W-wow Ni.. Y-you're so big."

He chuckles and blushes.

"Well thank ya, Petal. That's a good thing, I hope."

I blush and nod.

"Okay Em, how much do ya know?"

I give him a shrug.

"Um I guess a little. Moving my hand up and down and playing with the tip, guys like that from what I've heard."

He nods with a smile.

"I want ya to spit on yer hand fer me, 'kay? It'll feel better that way. Then you can start."

I nod, doing as he says and taking my hand, placing it onto his cock. Niall hisses instantly and I look at him in panic. He sees my panic and his expression softens.

"I'm okay, Em. Just a bit sensitive, it'll get better. Just keep goin'."

I nod reluctantly and I start to move my hand up and down slowly. I gradually start to speed up, even rubbing his tip a little with my thumb. Niall quietly pants but he gasps when i suddenly stop.

"Em-"

I look him straight in the eyes, a serious expression plastered on my face.

"I-I want to do more.."

His eyes widen and his cheeks tint.

"Y-you mean-"

"You made me feel so good and I want to make sure you feel just as good."

He gives me a soft smile and he nods.

"Alright then. I want ya t' spit on my cock now. Can ya do that, baby?"

I blush furiously but I nod. I lean down and spit right onto his cock. I look back up at him and he nods reassuringly.

"Go ahead, Petal. Start slow, don't push yerself."

I start by slowly licking his tip. Niall lets out a breathy moan and he places his hand on top of my head.

"T-that's good, Petal. Now slowly, take m' cock into yer mouth. Just a bit, 'kay? Then, ya can slowly take more. But remember to breathe, Em."

I nod and take his tip all the way in my mouth. I start to suck and his breath hitches. I take that as a sign and i take him further in my mouth. I start to move up and down and he grabs my ponytail as he groans.

"F-fuck Em, just like that baby, yer doin' so good."

I take more of his cock down my throat, deciding to push myself by taking his all the way in my mouth. The second his cock hits the back of my throat, I start to gag a bit but i push through. Niall pulls me up though, and when i turn to look at him, I see worry in his eyes. I shake my head, push back down all the way and I start to suck again.

"Fuck, Petal! Yer doin' amazing! Just like that! 'M close!

He grips my ponytail again as I move up and down on his cock, speeding up as he continues to groan.

"Fuck! I-I'm g-gonna come, Petal! Ya g-gotta tell me where ya want me t' come."

Fuck I want to taste him so bad.

I speed up even more, sucking harder as Niall groans.

"Em, i-if ya don't stop I-I'm gonna!"

I turn slightly, staring into his eyes and I give him a small nod as i continue to suck on his cock. He throws his head back and grips my ponytail harder as I continue to suck on his cock. A second later, Niall groans and throws his head back as he comes, shooting his hot cum down my throat. I suck on his cock a few more times before pulling off of him and sitting up.

Before I can do anything else, Niall grabs my hand and pulls me into a hot kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist. I sigh into his kiss as our lips move in sync, albeit a bit messy. We pull away for air and I have to try and catch my breath as Niall lets out a breathy laugh. I rest my forehead against his as he holds me tight.

"You are.. the most incredible woman I have ever met."

I snort and pinch his side, making him laugh.

"I bet you say that to every girl that sucks your dick."

He laughs again, shaking his head.

"Would ya stop? I'm tryin' to be sincere! Besides, you were my first in a long while. But it was even better knowing it was you, Em."

I blush and open my mouth to say something when I'm interrupted by Niall's phone ringing.

'And if you don't love me now (You don't love me now)

You will never love me again

I can still hear you sayin'

You would never break the chain'

Niall groans and reaches over to the nightstand and grabs his phone. His eyes widen and he looks a little panicked as he answers.

"Shit Harry, 'm so sorry! Didn't see the time!"

I hear muffles through the phone and Niall scoffs.

"Get yer damn mind outta the gutter, Harold! We'll be there in a bit!"

I roll off of Niall, causing him to put as I get off the bed and head over to my bag, pulling out some clean clothes as Niall talks on the phone.

"Shut up, I'm goin! See you in a bit!"

He hangs up and sighs, throwing his head up against the headboard. I leave my clean clothes on the edge of the bed before sauntering over to Niall. He smirks and hold his arms out to me. I sit on his now covered lap and he takes me in his arms.

"I guess i forgot t' mention. Harry said he wanted t' go golfing today. Would that be okay with ya?"

I smile and nod.

"Yeah, that sounds fun! You'll have to teach me though. The last time i played golf, it was mini golf like eons ago and I wouldn't really count that."

He smirks and nods.

"I'd love to teach ya. It'll show everyone around us that yer mine."

I giggle and shake my head.

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that, Niall. I could care less about anyone else."

He smiles and pecks my lips, making me smile. He pats my thigh and squeezes it.

"C'mon pretty girl, lets get dressed. Can't let mister impatient wait anymore."

I giggle and nod. I get up, grabbing my clothes and I quickly get changed in the bathroom. I finish and come back out to see Niall fully dressed and he turns to look at me.

He whistles and I blush. He walks over to me and pulls me into a hot kiss. I grab at his shirt and he pulls away, making me pout.

"Damn, I don't know if I want t' leave now. I gotta share ya and I can't have ya all to myself."

I giggle and peck his lips.

"You're telling me! You look hot as hell! How am I supposed to keep other girls away from you?"

Niall laughs and shakes his head. He pecks my lips but that quickly turns into another hot kiss. His hands begin to linger down my body until he finds my ass and he hesitantly grips it. I gasp and he takes the opportunity

He begins to pull the hem of my dress up as his phone goes off again. He pulls away from my lips, groaning in frustration.

"Goddamn it! Why did I tell him yes?"

I giggle and pat his chest.

"Let's pack up and get out of here so he stops calling."

He chuckles and nods. We quickly pack up the rest of our stuff and check out of the hotel. We load everything up in his car before getting in, and Niall quickly starts the car, pulling out of the hotel parking lot.

He drives us to this lavish country club, holding my hand the whole time as he drives. He finds the closest spot and parks before he throws his head back on the seat, sighing. He turns to look at me and I squeeze his hand.

"You okay, Ni? You look a little bugged."

He nods and squeezes my hand.

" 'M fine, Petal. Let's just go before he calls."

I smile and nod, and I lean in, pecking his lips. He smiles and squeezes my hand one more time before he pulls away.

We get out and Niall opens the trunk, pulling out a set of golf clubs. I widen my eyes in surprise and he shrugs before letting out a small chuckle.

"What? 'M always prepared to golf. Now lets go get ya yer own set! We can rent some inside. I'd let ya use mine but I'm left handed and yer not..."

I chuckle and shake my head.

"No worries."

He smiles and slings his golf bag on his shoulder, taking my hand in the other and we walk inside to the main building. We check in and Niall rents a set of clubs for me, slinging it on his shoulder along with his own, despite any arguments I had. We head outside to the restaurant outside of the course and that's when we spot Harry.

We walk over to his table and he looks up from his phone, smiling when he spots us.

"Finally! There you are! I was worried I was gonna turn 30 before y' got here!"

We all laugh and Niall rolls his eyes as we sit down at the table.

"Sorry, Harold! We got distracted! I didn't see what time it was!"

Harry laughs and I blush, mentally sliding down my seat in embarrassment.

Yeah, sorry that was me...

" I dunno about you both, but 'm starving!"

Niall and I nod in agreement and we open our menus. Our waiter comes over and brings over coffee, taking our orders before walking off. Niall and Harry start talking as I poor cream and sugar in my coffee, taking a sit of the now semi- bitter beverage. Niall takes a hold of my knee from under the table, surprising me and causing me to jump a little in my seat.

Niall and Harry laugh, causing my face to turn beat red.

"You good there, babe?"

"Y-yeah I'm fine. What's up? I guess I zoned out a little."

Niall smiles and squeezes my knee.

"We were just talkin'. Since ya never played real golf before, we wanted t' know if ya wanted t' start at the driving range or if ya wanted to go on the course right away. But if ya did want t' start on the course, I'd help ya until ya got used to it."

I bite my lip and think for a minute.

"I mean I get the general point of it, so I guess the golf course is fine. And I feel better knowing you'll be there."

He smiles and takes my hand from under the table and laces his finger through mine, squeezing my hand. Our server comes back over, handing out our plates before walking away again. Niall lets my hand go and we all dig in to our breakfast. After I take a few bites of my pancakes, I feel Niall's hand on my knee again, but this time, his hand begins to trace up to my thigh. I look up at him and my face is beet red.

"Niall-!"

He laughs, moving his hand up more.

"What? I just want a bite of yer pancakes, Petal!"

"Nuh uh! You have your own! The last time I gave you a bite of something, you took a big bite and ate most of it!"

"C'mon, Em! Yours has chocolate chips in it! Just one bite! You can decide how much!"

He pouts, though his hand traces even further up my thigh until he reaches the very wet spot on my panties. I bite my lip and close my legs, trying to silently tell him to stop as I fork up a bit of pankcake and hold my fork up to his mouth.

He smiles and takes a bite, humming at the taste. His hand remains at my panties and he begins to rub on the wet spot with one finger. I bite back a moan and I lower my hand down, lightly smacking his hand, giving him a stern look. He chuckles and slowly pulls his hand away.

Harry sits there for a minute and he begins to laugh. Niall and I both raise an eyebrow at him and he shakes his head, his laugh dying down.

"Sorry, 's just been a while since I've seen Niall this happy and relaxed."

Niall smiles and pats Harry's back.

"I am mate, I really am. Happiest I've been in a while."

Harry smiles and pats Niall's back in return. We all finish our breakfast and decide to head on to the course. Harry excuses himself to go get a golf cart and the second he's gone, Niall's places his hand on my ass.

"Niall, will you quit it! You're making me-ugh! Just stop! Harry will literally be back in a minute!"

He leans down to my ear, biting it before whispering to me.

"Fine, later then. But yer drivin' me crazy, Petal. And we keep getting interrupted."

He moves away from me a little, a pout forming on his face as he does. I sigh and turn to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Having gotten his attention, he wraps his arms around my waist and looks in to my eyes.

"I promise I will make it up to you later, okay? Just behave and no more grabbing until we're done. Then and only then, can you have at me."

He smirks and leans down.

"Could we... try somethin' new?"

I blush and nod, crossing my legs.

"We can talk more about this later but.. as long as it's not going all the way yet, we can try something new."

He nods and smiles, leaning in before pecking my lips.

"Course, Petal. We'll only do what you're comfortable with, ya know that. But I think yer gonna like what I've got in mind."

I blush and nod. He hugs me, squeezing me tight but pulls away when Harry honks the horn of the golf cart. We grab our golf bags and get in the cart with Niall sitting next to Harry and myself in the back. Harry drives us to the first hole and I can't help but stare in awe.

I've never actually been on a golf course when its green, only when the grass was pretty much dead, back home around the wintertime when they did the balloon glows. It's so... beautiful.

Harry tees off first and then Niall, then its my turn. Niall pulls a club from my bag and beckons me over. I slip on my glove and take the club from him. He then gets behind me, wrapping his arms around me and placing his hands on top of mine.

"Alright, Petal. Ya wanna get into yer proper stance like this, nice and comfy. When ya go t' swing, relax yer shoulders and let it flow through ya. Eyes on yer target, Petal."

I nod and I take a deep breath. With Niall still holding on to me, I line up my club with the ball, practicing my swing a few times before swinging all the way and the ball flies through the air.

Niall adjusts his hold one he and squeezes me tight before kissing my cheek.

"Well done, Petal! That was a beautiful swing!"

I blush and hug him back. He lets me go and takes my club from me while Harry comes over and gives me a high five.

"That was an amazing swing! Y' sure you've never played before?"

I giggle and nod.

"Only mini golf, when i was a mere fetus. I definitely would not count that."

He laughs and shakes his head.

We end up playing until sundown. Niall takes my clubs into the office, leaving Harry and I to chat for a few minutes. He stands next to me, his arms crossed but a smile is on his face.

"Y' know, I really don't think I've ever seen him this happy. It's nice t' see. I don't get to see him as often as I used to, so it's comforting t' know he's got someone that really cares about him."

I smile and nod.

"I really do care about him. Being with him... I don't know how to describe it honestly. I haven't been in many relationships and I know I'm still young but I can't stop smiling around him."

Harry smiles and nods, and so I keep going.

"Sue me if this is too cheesy, but with Niall? i don't think I've ever felt so safe... and so loved. Like I'd consider myself a bit of an introvert and I'd rather sleep than hang out with friends. I'm not the biggest fan of crowds either. But with Niall? I crave being around him, and I'd do anything for him, whether he asked me to or not... I've never felt like this before.Call me stupid... or even naive... but I think I'm really falling for him."

Harry smiles and unfolds his arms.

"That's comforting t' hear. I think you make a nice couple. I see him light up around you, and I've never seen him do that before. With anyone. So thank you f' makin' him so happy."

I give him a smile and just as I'm about to say something, Niall comes out from the rental area and he takes my hand.

"What were you two talkin' about just now?"

Harry and I smirk and I just shrug at Niall.

"Just about how weird we think you are. Nothing new, babe."

He smirks and starts to tickle my side, making me snort and struggle in his hold. He lets me go, chuckling and he grabs my hand again, swinging his bag on his opposite shoulder. We all head back to the parking lot, talking as we walk.

"Oh, hey I forgot Ni. We're having a Grammys watch party on Sunday. It starts at 3. Aleks said you're welcome to come if you want to."

Harry laughs a little and Niall smiles.

"I'd love to, Em. I'll definitely be there."

I smile and Harry playfully scoffs.

"What, I'm not invited too?"

I snort and shake my head.

"No, the Grammys is pretty much Aleks' reason to throw a party in honor of Lizzo. And you're nominated and performing so... I don't think you can be in two places at once. But if things were different, you'd definitely be invited."

We all chuckle and he nods. We exchange hugs and Harry gets into his car and with one last wave, he drives away. Niall puts his golf bag in the back and we get in. I buckle my seat belt and when I sit back up, Niall grabs my chin and pulls me into a hot kiss.

"Niall-"

"Need you, baby. I need ya so bad, it hurts. I dunno if I can wait anymore."

He whines, pulling at my dress and I can't help but frown.

"Okay. I'll make it better. But you have to get on the freeway first. Get on the freeway, turn on cruise control and I'll pull you out. But your eyes need to stay on the road. We don't want to get caught. Think you can do that?"

He groans and nods.

He starts the car and pulls out of the country club and gets onto the street. He gets onto the freeway and the second he's able to he turns on his cruise control. With one hand remaining on the wheel, he looks at me with a painful, pleading expression on his face. I reach over, unzipping his shorts before slowly pulling his cock out of his boxers. He hisses at the exposure but bites his lip, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"Fuck. Petal, please."

I spit on my hand and I slowly start to play with his tip. He throws his back, his eyes closing as he groans.

"Niall, eyes on the road or I stop."

"Petal, yer teasin' me! 'Ts not nice..I need more!"

I smirk, continuing my slow work on his cock.

"You wanna talk about what's not nice? You teased me at breakfast in front of Harry. Touching me. I'm sensitive, I almost came right then and there. I know you think I'm innocent, maybe I am, but I can be mean too. When I want to."

I decide to ease up on my teasing, and I'm finally moving my hand up and down his cock in a steady rhythm. Niall groans, though he's finally listening as his eyes remain on the road.

"F-fuck, Em! Baby! I-Im gonna come!"

"Shh I know, Ni. I got you baby, hold on."

I unbuckle my seat belt before carefully leaning my head down, taking his cock into my mouth. All it takes is a few sucks and hes groaning, gripping my hair as he shoots ropes of his hot come in to my mouth. I swallow everything, moaning at the taste and the vibration making Niall moan. I pull off of him and put my seat belt back on, leaving him a panting mess.

"Fuck, babe. I... was not expecting that from you... But I hope to god it happens again."

I giggle as I reach over, tucking his cock back into his boxers before zipping his shorts up.

"Honestly, I'm a little surprised myself. But your right.. it was hot... I'm.."

He smirks, reaching a hand over and resting it in between my legs.

"My dirty girl. Yer place? I've got an extra change of clothes in m' bag."

I blush, pushing his hand and setting it right against the very wet spot of my panties.

"Y-yeah. I don't have to go in tomorrow either, w-we just have to be quiet."

He nods, his eyes remaining on the road, though his hand starts applying pressure to my clit. He gets off the freeway, continuing his movements as he pulls up to my house and parks behind Jenny's car on the street. I let out a moan, throwing my head back against the seat.

"Shh I know, baby, I know. Let's get ya inside. I promised ya we'd try somethin' new, didn't I?"

I nod, biting my lip as I try to hold back another moan. Niall removes his hand, unbuckling his seat belt before grabbing his keys and getting out. I unbuckle myself, slowly getting out as Niall grabs his bag from the back. He locks the car and I pull my keys out as we approach the front door. I unlock it, quietly stepping in with Niall following behind me. I close the door, locking it before taking Niall's hand as I start to lead him to my room, only stopping to turn around when I hear a voice.

"Zach is gonna kill you when he finds out you brought your boyfriend over, Em."

The voice belonged to Aleks, who's sitting at the kitchen island.

"Yeah, well, last time I checked, Jenny and I are paying rent and you guys pay for groceries and utilities. He can kiss my ass."

He chuckles as I walk away, leading Niall upstairs to my room. We walk into my room and Niall closing the door.

"I'm sorry it's a bit cluttered. No one really comes in here but me and I'm not exactly home much. I can take the light down if you-"

He drops his bag and pulls me into his arms, his lips quickly covering mine.

"It's perfect, Em. It was you written all over it."

I blush and he kisses my cheek.

"Y-You said you wanted to try something new? And it would make me feel really good..."

He nods and gestures to my bed.

"Lay down f' me, love. On yer back."

He lets me go and I nod. I slip off my shoes and lay on my bed, my head laying on my pillows. Niall slips off his shoes and socks before he gets on my bed on his hands and knees, towering above me.

"Alright, pretty girl. Ya know how you made me feel good touching and sucking on m' cock?"

I nod, my cheeks darkening.

"A-are you gonna do the same to me? S-suck on m-my um... my clit?"

He smiles and nods.

"Only if yer okay with it, Petal. Will you let me?"

I nod, squirming under his sultry gaze. He smiles and he starts to pull my dress up to my waist.

"Can I take the rest off, Petal?"

"J-just my dress right? Not my bra?"

He smiles and nods as I let out a sigh of relief before nodding myself.

He sits up a little and pulls the rest of my dress off, throwing it to a random corner in my room. He lifts me up slightly and pulls me all the way up, laying me slightly up against the headboard. He traces his hands down my body, stopping when he gets to the waistband of my panties. He looks at me one more time and I nod to him.

He pulls my panties down all the way, tossing them behind him somewhere. He scoots down and lifts my legs up onto his shoulders.

"My poor baby. Have ya been this wet all day, Petal?"

I nod and bite my lip.

"Since this morning. Before we left the hotel..."

He smiles and lowers his head down more, and his tongue meets my clit. breath hitches and I let out a moan at this new feeling.

"N-Niall!"

He begins to lick at my clit before submerging his entire mouth on to me. I writhe in pleasure and he pushes my legs off his shoulders, pushing my thighs into the bed. He beings to suck on my clit, though his tongue continues to move up and down against my sensitive folds.

"Fuck! Niall! God, please don't stop!"

"Sshh, Petal. Gotta keep quiet, remember? Be good fer me, baby."

He suckles on my clit and pushes his nose onto my folds, putting pressure on me.

"OH FUCK NI-"

He reaches up and slaps a hand on my mouth as he continues to suck on my clit.

"Petal, ya gotta keep it down. C'mon baby, you can do it. I'm gonna remove my hand now, 'kay?"

I nod and he pulls his hand away and resumes his attack on my clit.

"Baby, I-I'm close! I feel like I'm gonna b-burst!"

His hand finds my clit and before I can think, he enters a finger inside me as he continues to lap up my wetness.

"It's okay, Petal. Come fer me, I got ya."

I curl my toes and throw my head back, biting my lip before letting out a quiet moan.

"F-fuck... Niall... Shit..."

I come undone, and I melt at the sound of Niall sucking at my clit, moaning at the taste. He slurps up the last bit and pulls away, pulling me back down so my bead is back on the pillows. He gets up and grabs a tissue, cleaning me up before throwing away the tissue. All the while, I'm panting as if I just ran a marathon.

Niall crawls up to me and lays down next to me before taking my waist in his arms.

"How ya feelin', Em?"

I giggle, cuddling up to him.

"Pretty damn good. Do you think you could grab me a t-shirt and a new pair of panties though? Panties are middle drawer and the shirts are up in my closet."

He nods and kisses the top of my head before getting up. He pulls out a large t-shirt from my closet and gets a pair of panties from my dresser before he comes back over to the bed. He lays the clothes down in front of and he strips down to his boxers, tossing his clothes in my laundry hamper. I slip on my clean panties as well as my shirt, before reaching under my shirt, pulling off my bra and throwing it in my hamper across the room.

I throw my covers back and Niall turns out the light before getting into bed with me. He pulls me against his chest, his arms wrapped around my waist as we cuddle up close to one another. He pecks my cheek and rests his head on my shoulder before whispering in my ear.

"G'night, Petal. Sweet dreams."

"Night Niall."

I open my mouth, so close to saying 'I love you', but I hold back, cuddling into him as I drift off to sleep.

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king-of-the-mouseboys · 9 months

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[Sorry I took so long, I literally had to wrangle some chickens and ended up passing out but I'm here now and I hope you enjoy this idea brought on by vampire/cowboy post :] I've never actually written vampire-related-anything so please lemme know if there's something you didn't like, or if I crossed any boundaries! /genuine]

After your surgery, I'm practically beaming at how proud of you I am that you've made it this far, and gone through this step in your transition. I'm always encouraging you to drink water when you get home, giving you kisses anytime I come back inside from working around the house, curling up on the couch to watch movies so you don't get lonely with not being able to do much.

But I can't help it. I can see it in the tubes and smell it in your bandages, the iron-tinged scent thats making me yearn even though I know better than to ask for it, especially when you're recovering. It would be wrong... right?

That is until you've wiped my mind one evening on the couch, coherent thoughts hardly there when you're kissing me and eagerly biting at my lips. Making me whimper as you grind down on the bulge in my jeans, whispering about all the filthy, rough things you want me to do to you, knowing full well I won't while you're healing. That I'm too gentle when it comes to you.

I try to reason with you that you can ride me, just steadily thrusting into you from below. That we can just do that and keep you comfortable, and at first you seem very happy with the idea. Letting me pull my cock out of my pants and tenderly helping you out of your shorts so that I can line us up.

But you don't give me any signal. No nod or go ahead. Just staring at me with devious intent as I realize with dread that you're not going to give me permission. I whine and rub the tip against your entrance in a desperate attempt to sway you, 'please, please, I need you' tumbling from my mouth so easily.

But then you tilt your head back, and give me a wicked smile. "Then bite. I know the way you've been looking at me, so go ahead."

We both know this you trying to get me to go harder on you, and unfortunately for me, it's working. I'm suddenly realizing how dry my mouth is, and your skin looks so soft...

I hesitate but lean forward anyways, slowly pushing my fangs against your neck. I try to convince myself the age old "just the tips" but the second I taste you on my tongue, all sense clouds over and my mind is foggy with the image of you, my bite completely sinking in.

Hearing you cry out a breathy "Yes!" is all I need to grab your hips and push you down onto my cock, growling into your shoulder. Lifting you up and down at my own pace, nipping new marks carelessly into your skin to lick up more invaluable blood. Hungrily kissing you and smearing red all over you lips, just desperate to feel any bit of you. Breeding you full, over and over again, until it's just spilling out because you could hold no more. Delirous to know that you're all mine, and no one elses.

By the time I've come back from my infatuation, you're slumped against me, tired and overstimulated, and I'm rubbing circles in your back mindlessly. Before I'd let you fall asleep, I'd help clean up and bandage your new wounds, constantly telling you to drink water to help resupply yourself. Wrapping you up in a blanket and letting you get some well needed sleep.

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HJGJFHDHDHDJHMFH????? oh wow i am. thinking thoughts.

first of all lovely writing and I am kissing you on the mouth for it thank you

second of all. UM LITERALLY NEED THIS??? getting bit and railed PLUS the sweetness??? the aftercare???? gorgeous incredible amazing breathtaking

overall. brain thoroughly melted this is so hot. thank you sweet anon I am literally going to make out with you

(I hope you don’t mind me putting this up!! it’s VERY good writing I am <333 over it, BUT I will private the post if u prefer it, let me know mwah)

#oh also as for your preface!!#no worries you’re all good!! thank you for writing me this genuinely I am melting over it #<3333 #talkin to people!!#anons <33 #💗 anon #ftm nsft #mlm nsft #terato #monsterfucker #vampire

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xaviernottheprofessor · 4 months

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Kiss and Makeup.

Who: Xavier and Fletcher @fletchervanhall Where: The Winter Gala When: Saturday, January 20th (time travelers fr) A/N: Xavier and Fletcher try to play nice. Really nice.

XAVIER

Xavier was glad to see that the auction had been successful. Scanning the audience, he was able to zero in on most of his friends and it warmed his heart that everyone had shown up for the kids. Leo was beyond excited his father ended up getting a date and while everyone scattered to either the casino room or the room that held all the memorabilia and baskets that were being raffled off, Xavier was parched. He reached for a glass of wine from one of the servers and thanked them. Maybe some fresh air would help him cool down a bit and then he'd go mingle. Someone caught his attention and he waved politely, walking backward towards the exit when he ended up crashing into one of the guests, spilling his wine all over himself. A white attire party was probably not the best place to serve that. He'd make a note of it. "Oh shite. Fuck. I'm so sorry." He wasn't even concerned about himself as long as the guest was alright. "You alright there?" He smiled, turning to face the person he had crashed into, hoping he didn't hurt them in the process. When he realized who it was, he felt the need to sink into a hole somewhere. "Oh. I didn't expect to see you here, Fletcher." He placed his wine glass at a nearby table. "I'm sorry. I wasn't looking. The lights were a little too overwhelming. You alright? I asked that already--" Xavier reached for his handkerchief and wiped the smaller stain on the other's top. "Sorry."

FLETCHER

Fletcher knew he'd given both Xavier and Rodrigo a hard time about the event but he had to admit that the date auction had been more entertaining than he expected. He'd told Rodrigo as much and even went over to Celeste to give her props on her obviously unsuspecting date candidate. With the night nearly ending, or at least his time at the event nearly ending, he felt it safe to have a drink that wasn't water. But as soon as he'd taken a glass off of one of the server's trays and was preparing to thank them for whatever was in it, he found himself, collided into with some of his beverage, or the other's--he really wasn't sure which--spilled on his white shirt with a few flecks staining his vest. His own drink spilled on his hand a little but he was looking down at the red stains now glaring on the otherwise white fabric of his clothes. "Goddammit," he hissed, fully prepared to glower at who had run into him. And the moment Xavier turned around and Fletcher saw that he'd stained his own clothes, his eyes narrowed a bit. "Yeah, I noticed that." If it had been a different setting, Fletcher probably would have abandoned his sparsely-used filter to answer Xavier's question honestly. Instead, he gave a sarcastic, "Peachy," and then sighed. He reached up to gently guide Xavier's handkerchief-wielding hand away. "It's not gonna come out with that so save it." Drawing in a quiet, deep breath, he tried a slightly nicer response when Xavier apologized. "Don't worry about it. I was gonna leave soon anyway, so I'll take care of it when I get home." He had bleach at home and if that didn't work, then he'd have to throw the garments out.

XAVIER

He bit his bottom lip at Fletcher’s very obvious distaste and even though they had their disagreement , he was truly impressed with the man showing up. So to be a good sport, Xavier put his handkerchief back into his pocket and shook his head at the other. “No no. Please let me fix this, yeah? You have to stay. You made it all the way here.” And that’s when an idea poured over him. “Listen, mate…I’ve got a room upstairs. My luggage is there. I’ve got extra clothes since I’m hosting. Let me get you something ? Peace offering. And if you stay for the last half hour then great. If you choose to leave then you won’t have to worry about people seeing that wine stain. And I can get that out for you. I’ll return it to you good as new.” Xavier was trying hard to be nice. Maybe it was DJ’s words playing over in his head of how Fletcher was a decent person. Maybe it was because he was such a people pleaser . It couldn’t be because he had slightly obsessed over the interaction they had days ago. He didn’t quite know why but he didn’t want to dwell on that. “It’ll only take a minute.”

FLETCHER

At first, Fletcher was confused and wondering where Xavier was going with this and how he was going to fix it. He was about to say something smart but stopped and listened to the younger man in full. His head shook as he first said, "I don't really care if people see me with the stain." He didn't care what the people here thought of him. A few were friends and they wouldn't be scandalized by a wine stain, and the rest were people whose opinions of him weren't valuable to him. But when Xavier insisted further by saying it wouldn't take long, Fletcher's once tense shoulders dropped a little as he relented. "Fine, okay." And he gestured with one hand for Xavier to lead the way.

XAVIER

“Well good on you, lad. I’m terrible. Maybe a little vain?” He joked, letting a soft laugh fall from his lips. “Actually it’s social anxiety. I hate eyes on me believe it or not.” He then cleared his throat, realizing he was over sharing as per usual but with a participant that didn’t quite seem to want to participate. Deciding to keep his mouth shut, he led the way up the winding stair case at the entrance and walked towards one of the bedrooms. He looked behind his shoulder once to make sure the man was following him and then opened the door, standing in the doorway to let Fletcher in first. “Uh just one minute.” His phone notified him of a text from Henry who was somewhere in the mansion hanging out with Leo and the other kids and he smiled at the photo of them playing Roblox downstairs. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and then went to work, pulling his pink luggage onto the bed so that he could open it. Xavier searched for something that would fit Fletcher and decided on a white cardigan that he loved. “Here you go. This would look flattering on you.”

FLETCHER

Fletcher listened to Xavier and while he was surprised to hear that he hated having eyes on himself, he was mindful of that. But he was also surprised that Xavier was telling him this. Fletcher knew he wasn't being warm and fuzzy towards the other man. Warm and fuzzy wasn't Fletcher's typical M.O. though, especially with people he hardly knew. He followed Xavier anyway though and when they reached the room Xavier was using, he headed inside. After a glance back at Xavier and seeing him on his phone, Fletcher turned back to look about the room for a moment. His fingers were absent-mindedly undoing the buttons on his vest first while asking outright, "So why the hell were you walking backwards with red wine in your hand. At a white party?" He shrugged the vest off and began unbuttoning the dress shirt. "I don't think that's gonna fit me by the way. I'm taller than you and -" he paused, looking Xavier up and down for a moment, "I'd bet my torso is little longer."

XAVIER

He was slightly confused and surprised at Fletcher’s words. Xavier couldn’t understand why the other man wasn’t responsive to him being nice. Furrowing his brows together, he tired to gather a comeback but out came more biting words. “Yeah, well it’s just for a bit. It might not be too much of a bad fit. Probably a bit tight but that might look nice actually I think it will”. His compliments were genuine but maybe Fletcher wasn’t buying it. Even if Xavier thought they’d never be friends, he could admit that the other was a very good looking man. “I wasn’t thinking when I was walking. Look, I know this is the last place you want to be…” he walked up to Fletcher to give him the cardigan and once he was close enough, he realized immediately that the tattoo artist smelled pretty amazing. “Trying to be nice here..throw me a bone, okay?”

FLETCHER

Fletcher's fingers stopped about two-thirds of the way down from unbuttoning his shirt as he listened to Xavier. "I guess so," he said, but he also wasn't the most comfortable with borrowing the cardigan. It probably costs hundreds of dollars and if he had a repeat of their situation with someone else spilling something on him, then it'd just look like he did it on purpose. He finished unbuttoning the shirt and left it hanging open as Xavier approached him with the clean top. And after gazing at him for a few seconds, he accepted the cardigan with a small chuckle, "Somehow, I get the feeling you don't have to try very hard to be nice." He finally shrugged out of the shirt, exchanging the cardigan from one hand to the other and turning his back to Xavier for a moment while looking for somewhere nearby to set his discarded shirt and vest. With his back tattoo and two sleeves of tattoos on display to Xavier, Fletcher was completely unfazed by his own half-nakedness. Ultimately, he balled up his clothes and left them on the floor next ot his foot, and then pulled the cardigan on. It was soft and smelled amazing, and Fletcher was surprised to find that it wasn't as small as he thought it might be. "You don't need to do anything with my clothes. I'll figure it out. But I do need to find a way to get this back to you. Do you... I don't know, do you have your stuff sent out to be dry cleaned?"

XAVIER

Relieved that Fletcher took the garment from him Xavier smiled and then laughed at the other man’s words. “I don’t know. I’ve had to try hard with you so…it’s not entire impossible.” Xavier watched Fletcher discard his clothing and then let his gaze focus on his back. It bounced from his back to Fletcher’s arms. Curiosity got the best of him and as he watched Fletcher closely, Xavier’s thoughts were elsewhere. He knew his pulse was racing because he felt the need to try and focus on just about anything else but he simply couldn’t. please do not let this mean man catch me staring Xavier wished he could get a closer look but that would be weird. It wasn’t until he realized there were words coming out of the other man that he somewhat snapped back into reality. “I’m sorry, I—what was that?” He turned to face the bed again, finding a silk button up he could change into and unbuttoned his Jacket, folding it nicely to the side before removing his dress shirt. “Um you should stay. There’s gonna be raffles and you can laugh at me terribly written jokes. Right? Maybe I’ll get as famous as Rebecca Black tonight.” Xavier turned to face Fletcher again after getting the silk shirt on. “That was…really fucking mean” he laughed and looked down to button up his shirt. Anything to avoid meeting Fletcher’s gaze.

FLETCHER

Fletcher's face scrunched a bit with genuine confusion, "No you don't." He shrugged and plainly syated, "Just be real. That should be effortless." He continued getting changed and then fixed his gaze back on Xavier after asking about the clothes. He was about to repeat the question but hearing Xavier suggest his stay took him aback. He stared at Xavier'a back--and briefly, his ass--until the younger man had turned back around. "Oh come on, Xavier. Really?" He folded his arms while stepping closer to the other man. The lack of eye contact wasn't lost on him though and while Fletcher knew he could be intimidating, he honestly didnt think that would be the case here. So he softened his generally hard tone a fraction. "Okay, look, you're a comic, right? And you work for SNL. You can't be a stranger to dishing out or taking roasts. Besides, like you said, you've got an Emmy. And you were obviously wanted to be here hosting tonight because you’ve got a helluva lot more talent than the one-hit anomaly behind Friday." He rolled his eyes, not at Xaiver but at the thought of the perpetually annoying song. Now standing in Xavier's space, he said, "But... I'm sorry. Alright?"

XAVIER

“Thanks.” He looked up at Fletcher and then shook his head. “This kind of stuff doesn’t bother me, usually?” He laughed soft enough for Fletcher to know it was all light conversation. “Like, criticism comes with the job. So it’s okay and all forgiven and water under the bridge. He smiled, finishing up the last of his buttons. “Besides I like it when people are a little mean. Probably a kink or something.” He laughed again not fully realizing the weight of that little confession. “Probably something I should work out someday, huh?” He finally let his gaze fully fall on Fletcher now wearing his cardigan. “Hey, I was right. Looks good on you.” It was in that moment that he noticed how close they really were. “Don’t hurt em…yeah?” He wondered what he tasted like…

FLETCHER

As Fletcher's eyes went from Xaiver's face to watching him button up his shirt and covering the view that was only glimpsed at, he replied, "Yeah. At the same time, I'm a dick, so. There's that." One thing Fletcher was though was more self-assured than most people he knew. And sometimes that alone got him labeled as a dick, which confused him. At the mention of meanness as a kink though, he snapped his gaze back to Xavier's dark eyes, lightly snorted and then quipped, "I guess? Depends on what you mean by that though--working it out. With dating or sex? Probably. With therapy or journaling? Ehhhhh..." His shoulder shrugged again and then he unfolded his arms, quickly checking the time on his watch and then sliding his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. "Thanks. And to your suggestion about staying longer, I can't. Not for much longer anyway. I'll probably make my rounds to friends and then head out. Gotta.take care of some stuff before I go to bed." Bending down, picked up his clothes, "And I'll take these with me. Like I said earlier: don't worry about it. And as for returning your cardigan, I can either give it to Rodrigo or someone to get to you, or you can stop by my shop sometime and get it back. Up to you."

XAVIER

"I don't know. Probably all of those things. Like, I'm sure I don't like people who are awful or anything. Just...people that are challenging and I'm sure dominiance plays a factor there." He couldn't help but laugh. "Imagine journaling all my kinks. Sorry, you don't need to be hearing any of that. Chatty Cathy this evening I suppose." Xavier really needed to shut up. He was only digging himself some strange word vomit hole and this was probably just not the guy to do that with. When Fletcher said he couldn't stay longer, he felt a mixture of sadness and relief. At least if Fletcher left, he wouldn't have to say any more stupid things. "Yeah, I understand." In truth, Xavier had known of the man. He saw him at most events and he had close ties to a lot of his friends. There was always something curious about him and maybe Xavier had developed a bit of a crush but he would never act upon it. It was tricky and Xavier didn't know about his sexual preference and while that could have been cleared up in a simple conversation, he never knew how to even initiate that. When he answered his message board post, Xavier was kind of thrilled until he wasn't. Having him this close and looking that fine was extremely conflicting. "I'll come by your store sometime next week. In peace." He chuckled "Maybe you can tell me more about your tattoos or something. Couldn't help but admire them." He cleared his throat before taking one more step closer so that he could reach for the pair of pants sitting on top of the luggage and behind Fletcher. This time it was too close. He could really smell his sorta-kinda rival's cologne and maybe aftershave? say something, you idiot.(edited)

"You should go before we argue again and then I'm fighting the urge to actually like you or something." He hadn't even noticed his voice dropping an octave and his eyes settling on Fletcher's. Xavier didn't catch on to his own smirk or the fact that this was definitely flirtation. He might as well wore a sign that begged Fletcher to be mean to him so that he could fantasize about an interaction that 'could have been' later.

FLETCHER

"Sounds like you know what you like. There's nothing wrong with that," Fletcher replied with another shrug of his shoulders. And sure Xavier did ramble but he didn't seem to mind it much it didn't hurt that the man was cute too. But he didn't know Xavier's preferences so he continued casually speaking with him. "Alright. Yeah. It's The Ink Tank in case you didn't already know." He smirked a little, "I'm surprised you saw much of their detail but I guess the dark ink stands out well enough on my white ass." After a light snort he went quiet, watching Xavier step closer to him. Fletcher stilled, waiting to see what the other man was doing but his eyes dropped to one of Xavier's arms and watched him reach past him. Instinctively, Fletcher stepped aside but he hadn't really changed his nearness to Xavier. His brows furrowed though. "Why would you fight...?" His sentence trailed off as he shook his head. "Nevermind. Later, Xavier." And at that, he turned for the door.

XAVIER

FLETCHER

Brows flicking up, Fletcher gave an impressed look to Xavier about his photographic memory. "Damn. That's cool." And although Fletcher doubted he was of any real, positive interest to Xavier, he couldn't deny the guy was kind, or kind enough to try and make up for the accidental wine spill. But he wasn't sure what to make of the abrupt end to their conversation. Sure, he had to go soon but he hadn't minded getting to know Xavier a little more, outside of the online forum or what little Fletcher had seen on TV. Still, he'd made to leave, up until he felt a hand halt him at his stomach. Fletcher glanced down and then turned back to Xavier, candidly wearing all of his confusion on his face yet again. At first he'd resisted the tug to the cardigan by standing completely still, but the moment he saw Xavier's tongue dart out over his full lips, Fletcher noticed that the other man was eyeing his own lips. He'd leaned in without really paying attention to the fact that he was drawing closer, and then to his surprise, he found his lips pressed to Xavier's. His hands were just a few inches away from the sides of Xavier's body as they kissed and, for a couple of seconds, Fletcher was kissing him back, chasing the pillowy softness of those full lips. If he hadn't been so bewildered by the moment, he would have kissed Xavier longer--held him close and deepened the kiss. But he jerked his head back, ending the kiss more suddenly than it had begun.

XAVIER

The nagging voice in his head tried it's best to interfere. Why are you doing this, why are you doing this? Xavier found it easy to ignore it all for jut a couple of minutes. What started as a simple little thing ended in Xavier pouring some of his vulnerability into it. It's not that he hadn't kissed another man before. In fact, there were a few but this was dangerous territory. What if Fletcher didn't like guys? What if Xavier had really stepped over the line with this? Celeste would kill him. Dj would crucify him. He should be more careful. And when Fletcher pulled away, it was almost as if all his questions were devastatingly answered. He felt terrible. Why did he think this was okay? "I'm--so--" and before he could finish that sentence, he heard Adam calling out for him. "X, are you upstairs? We need to do the raffles!" Xavier closed his eyes and reopened them quickly, not wanting to look at Fletcher in the eye. Not wanting to feel like worse than he already did. "I'm sorry. I thought...we--" He sighed. "I'm coming!" He shouted, looking down at the now wrinkled pants in his hands. He decided to wear the white shirt untucked, turning so that he could pull off his belt quickly and nervously and drop his pants so that he could replace them with the new pair. "I didn't mean to overstep." He licked his lips, still facing the door as he finished getting dressed. He pulled the belt on again into the loops of the clean pair of pants. before turning to face the tattoo artist again. "You're more than welcome to punch me now for real. Maybe next week when I get the cardigan. I've got a photoshoot this weekend." He was so embarrassed.

FLETCHER

Fletcher was almost never at a loss for words, even when said words got him into trouble or labeled an asshole. So when he ended the kiss and looked down at Xavier, it was no surprise that he had something to say. But Xavier beat him to it. And then he was interrupted by Adam Driver. And then Xavier was apologizing and fumbling and hurrying to get out of there. Xavier initiated the kiss and were Fletcher not confused by the moment, he would have let it go on. But he was... well, he didn't know what Xavier thought of him at this point. "What the hell.." He whispered of nothing specific. His eyes did wander to watching Xavier change his pants but he didn't blatantly stare like a creep. Instead, he glanced down at his wad of clothes in one hand while questioning, "Overstep?" He glanced Xavier's way and was about to address that comment but then heard Xavier permit him to punch him. "What the fuck? I'm not gonna punch you. Not for that, anyway. I wanna know why you did it though. You jumped to these conclusions about me before and after kissing me, so I'm a little fuckin confused right now."

XAVIER

Xavier could hear Adam in the background urging him to hurry and that he had 5 minutes. It was playful and his colleague didn't seem angry or anything but if he could disappear any which way, he would. Fletcher's question got him chewing the inside of his cheek and he moved to sit on the ottoman at the foot of the giant bed. "I'm sorry for doing that. Jumping to conclusions. I--fuck, am I nervous?" Bingo. This bloke was making him nervous. That was a first for Xavier--someone who never had to work for anything. He never had to chase for too long or at all. He was spoiled, in a way and it gave him this false sense of security and confidence. "I have five minutes so I'll be quick. You're incredibly attractive and that doesn't mean I go around kissing everyone that I find attractive but I've thought so for a long time. I was just hopeful that's all. But I'm sorry. For not asking for your consent, for making assumptions, for the wine, and for whatever else." He slipped his feet back into his dress shoes and then looked up to Fletcher. "I was glad you came when I saw you. I mean, I still am. This was nice you know until...it wasn't?" He offered him a smile and then the sincerest gaze he could muster up. "I did it hoping there was a chance you'd do it back. No strings or anything. Just thought it would be nice... kissing you." Adam's voice again, this time against the door. "Two minutes, Mitchell!"

FLETCHER

As many events as he and Xavier had both attended prior to tonight, Fletcher was realizing that he hadn’t really had a face-to-face conversation with the guy before. And now that he was, he'd been a little amused by Xavier. Not because Xavier was a comedian or that he was even trying to be funny at the moment. But he was most definitely nervous and hearing his rushed confessional was sort of adorable, if unexpected. He tugged one side of his lips up into a crooked smirk and then, when Xavier finished, he stepped to the younger man, halting only when Adam's very close voice came through from the other side of the door, making him flinch and then recover with an eye roll. Giving a pointed stare to Xavier, he said in a low voice, "See? I told you it was too much having you both here for this thing." He shook his head and then reached up with his free hand to gingerly bracket his thumb and fingers around Xavier's chin, tilting it up. "I can do 'no strings or anything' with you," he murmured and then bent his head to kiss Fletcher full on the lips with absolute intention.

XAVIER

"He thinks he's my boss..." He whispered before he cracked a smile followed by a soft but quiet laugh. He'd continue the banter but now Fletcher was in front of him and he wondered what that meant. Xavier knew by now that there was no weird tension between them but he was still pretty nervous. He didn't answer Adam and Fletcher's touch lit his cheeks on fire. "yeah?" Like a puppy dog, he waited patiently for the other man's next move only for his eyes to snap shut when their lips met again. How was it possible that something that had just happened moments ago felt so new again? Xavier reached to tangle his fingers into Fletcher's hair, standing slowly without breaking their kiss. It was killing him already this would have to be short-lived. His fingers massaged Fletcher's hair as his lips melted against the other's. He sighed deeply through his nose, humming against Fletcher's affection. he had to fucking go. Slowly and reluctantly, he pulled away just enough to flicker his warm eyes up to catch the man's reaction. "Why'd you do that? Now it'll be all I think about." He smirked. "And cancel everything out. I was right. It was nice."

FLETCHER

Fletcher'shead tilted a little when Xavier stood up. His skipped his hand from the younger man's chin to cuff the column of his neck, all the while enjoying how tender Xavier's lips were. And when he pulled away, Fletcher's brown eyes met the comedian's pair. "Because I wanted to. And you wanted me to. I'm not really sure how that's a problem though--you thinking about that kiss." He grinned a little and then carded a hand through his hair as though it was a substitute for having someone else do it the way Xavier had done mere moments ago. "Yeah, it was nice. But now you have to go. And so do I." He sighed a little, stepping aside to let Xavier go. He could wait a little before leaving too, so not to create assumptions with his co-host waiting for him nearby. "Go do your thing. I'll see you again sometime. Soon."

XAVIER

He didn't mean to rush any of this and if not for the fundraiser, the night might have ended a little differently but that uncertainty made it all thrilling. He'd have something to look forward to. He'd have something to finish. "Right." He was slightly in a daze. It was a high, if you will. Xavier could have done that for hours. He checked himself in the mirror quickly, smiling at the sight of his neck, imagining Fletcher's fingers at his pulse before shaking that thought off so that he could function better. "Hey, can I have your phone? I'm going to plug in my number. I'll be in the UK until Wednesday but then I'm back in the States. I'll send you a meme or two." He smiled, arranged his collar, and then turned to face the older man with his hand out so that he could plug his phone number in.

FLETCHER

Fletcher took in Xavier's expression with a bit of smugness creeping through in his own smile. He could have stayed up there with Xavier longer, rolling with the turn of events between them. But he had his uncle to think of, and Xavier had a fundraiser to co-host. So he behaved. But after stepping aside, he heard Xavier's request and reached in his back pocket for his cellphone. He held it out but quickly lifted it back, saying, "Aht. Text me on your way downstairs so I have your number too." And then he handed the device over, thinking about the times he'd gotten texts from numbers he didn't know, all because his work crew would give his cell number out for referrals.

XAVIER

Xavier reached for the phone only to chuckle when Fletcher lifted it back. “Obviously. Im not an amateur, darling.” His laughter melted into a grin and he took the phone from the older man so that he could not only save his number but also send a text hey, handsome. It’s your favorite comedian. and then handed it back to Fletcher. “What time do you close during the week? I’ll head over there before closing time so that I don’t mess with your work day.” The comedian then took one last look and raised his arms before dropping them at his sides. “Do I look funny enough to end the night on a high?”

FLETCHER

"Good to know," Fletcher quipped and then just before handing his phone over, he tapped his own number on the screen so Xavier would have it. He folded his arms casually over his chest while Xavier tapped his number in place of the digits Fletcher put on the screen, and then he watched Xavier save his own phone number in his device. Once his phone was back, he held onto it and then felt it buzz a few seconds later. Looking at the screen, he read the text on the home screen and then rolled his eyes with a smile. Looking skyward, he said, "Forgive him, Robin Williams. You're still number one," and then lowered his amused gaze back to Xavier. "I close at eight. That way if any of us is still working on somone's ink, we've got some time to finish, get our station cleaned up and head home at a decent hour." He slid his phone in his back pocket while arching a brown, "'Funny' isn't the word I'd use to describe how you look." Even beyond tonight, he'd noticed Xavier was a sharp dresser. The man knew how to look good, or had a great stylist. "Knock 'em dead. Charm the wallets off the stiffs."

XAVIER

“Robin Williams is my favorite too. Look at that something in common.” He grinned and then nodded at his words. “Okay, I’ll come by 745 or something.” He couldn’t help but smile at Fletcher’s compliment. “Eat the rich. Am I right ?” Xavier came from nothing and there were plenty of times he forgot about how much that had changed. “See ya, love.” He flashed Fletcher another grin and opened the door. “You’re a royal pain in my ass Adam. You’re no longer my favorite Adam.” He laughed and walked off with his co-host, looking down at his phone and unable to shake off the knowing grin on his face.

#PARA: KISS AND MAKEUP #FLETCHER

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bellysoupset · 2 years

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How about something with Wendy and Jonah's friendship?

I love these two a lot! Thank you for the request!!

Wendy was so fucking tired that she had started to get jitters. There was no amount of caffeine that could fix just how exhausted she was.

Her phone vibrated in her back pocket, just as she handed a lollipop to her little patience and sent him out along with his mom, calling out the name of the next one.

As she had a minute or two of reprieve, she glanced at the screen quickly, smiling as she saw it was a text from Vince.

PMgnt: thought of u

She had no idea what he had attached that had reminded him of her, but still, it made her heart do little pirouettes.

"Dr. Marshall?"

And then she had to work again.

By the time it was her break and she stumbled back to the medical headquarters, she couldn't feel half of her face and was way past seeing auras around light spots. So much for being a health professional, Wendy rolled her eyes at herself and entered the dark room that today she was sharing with Jonah.

He should be getting his break now too, as Tyler and Meryl took over. Wendy didn't bother turning on the lights, she entered the room and collapsed straight on the bed, pressing her forehead to the flimsy pillow.

Everything hurt, her eyes, her teeth. The vague smell of bleach that the hospital always had was making her stomach slosh uncomfortably and she buried her nose in the pillow, trying to sleep off the headache.

Only for the door to burst open five seconds later, spilling bright light into the room.

"Jon, close the fucki-"

He interrupted her with a retch and then rushed across the room, straight to the bathroom, leaving their bedroom door open. Wendy sat up slowly, confused and in pain. She cringed as she heard Jonah retching violently in the bathroom.

Very slowly, she got up and shut the door once more, before practically crawling to the bathroom. Jonah was slumped over the toilet, arms folded over the seat in the most unsanitary way possible. She slumped against the door and rubbed a hand over her face, as sympathetic queasiness creeped up on her.

"Bad cafeteria food?"

Jon burped wetly over the water and shook his head, "no, I'm fine," he groaned and she would've rolled her eyes, if that didn't make her feel even worse.

"Please don't tell me it's a virus," Wendry groaned, wrapping an arm around her middle and opening a hand flat on her stomach. She could feel it gurgling under her palm, incredibly upset, but she was fairly sure it was more due to the half-way migraine than to any virus.

"nuoOh-" he lurched forward with another heave and coughed up more of their measly dinner. Wendy swallowed in.

"Will you tell me what's wrong already or do I have to keep playing fucking charades?"

Jonah groaned into the toilet, spitting one last time, before sitting back on his heels and grabbing the toilet paper to wipe his face, "it's just stress..." he said sheepishly.

She never thought she'd see the day of Jon being sheepish. Wendy let out a weak chuckle.

"You too, buddy?"

He frowned for a second, flushing the toilet and in the small bathroom the sound echoed and made her wince. Jonah stood up gingerly, using the sink for support.

"Too? Are you sick?"

"It's just a headache," she lied through her teeth, even if the urge to vomit was becoming and more present, just as the pain felt like it was set on making puree out of her brain. Jonah leaned over the sink to wash his mouth.

"A headache or a migraine, Dee?"

It was the nickname that undid her completely. Wendy let out a whimper, slumped against the door and let her back slide down until she was curled up on the floor.

"It'll pass..." she said in the tiniest of voices, "just- Just give me a minute."

She heard Jonah huff and then he crouched down next to her, "bet you a bed will feel better, Wendy," he whispered, grabbing her arms and forcing her to uncurl.

Wendy groaned at the movement, "Jon, stop," she groaned, but leaned fully into his touch and he scoffed, softly and guided her back into the room.

Instead of putting her to bed, he went to his own cot and Wendy crawled up with him, collapsing on his side and burying her face on his shirt, "you better not have a virus," she mumbled darkly, only for him to scoff, a hand going slowly up and down her back.

"And you better not throw up on me, Marshall."

"I promise no such thing," she sighed, snuggling up even closer.

#wendy marshall #jonah banks #this one is very short!#i know a surprise coming from me #emeto #stress #migraine #mywriting

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saiyanandproud · 1 year

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☕ I'm just curious about Mariko in this setting to be honest, you don't have to actually use my boys and girl ^^

Send me an AU verse for a drabble with Mariko and your muse based on it (mutuals only)

"Oh! You two again!"

Mariko leaned over the counter to smile at the clients. It was an odd duo that kept coming to the cafe in those last days, and they couldn't be more different.

One boy was tall, muscular, with dark skin and black hair cut in a mohawk style; he almost looked scary with that perpetual frown he wore, but the whole look was softened by a pair of large ears and a constant awkward expression -- he barely ever looked at her and mostly nodded as a reply. His friend, on the other hand, seemed to have all the confidence the first guy lacked compacted in his short stature; and just as strikingly dissimilar were his skin, so pale it was almost white, and his eyes, thin and sharp and always lit with a cunning smile.

"Us two again," the latter confirmed. "The usual please."

"Sure! A double chocolate mocha with a pump of caramel, Mariko special," Mariko recalled with a smile, nodding at the tall guy, "and... a mint tea," she concluded, giving the short, pale boy a disappointed look.

"Just hot water," the pale boy precised. "I prefer to infuse the tea myself."

Mariko tilted her head. "You sure you don't want to try something tastier?"

"Absolutely sure," the pale boy smiled, his long eyes narrowing further. "I'm a tea lover. It's my friend here who has... More peculiar tastes."

Mariko frowned, unable to understand why the tall boy was suddenly blushing. She shrugged and tightened the apron around her back.

"Well, no problem. You guys get your table, I'll be there with your order in a second."

She turned at the coffee machine as the two customers headed towards a small table not too far away. The short boy waved at a pretty woman with white hair busy reading on a couch nearby, and she replied with a gentle squeeze of her lids and a smile.

Mariko bonked the filter on the sink to get ready of the old coffee powder and filled it to the brim with some fresh one. She stuck it in position and turned the machine on, putting a mug under the dispenser. She turned to pick a jar and a bottle of syrup from the shelf, then grabbed the jug with the milk and steamed it. She chocked a curse when the foam overpoured on her hand, burning it.

Once the machine finished dripping the last bit of cofee in the mug, she added the milk, then two -- no, three, better, four, those were loyal customers! -- spoonfuls of chocolate powder, and a couple of pumps of caramel syrup. She filled another cup with hot water, put a teabag next to it, and arranged both on a tray before heading to the table where the two boys were sitting.

"There you go," she grinned, "the double chocolate mocha... And the tea," she concluded, twisting her nose in a disapproving frown as she put the last cup down.

"Efficient and quick," the short boy smiled.

Yet, Mariko wasn't sure if she had imagined his thin eyes darting at the mocha, where the foam of the milk had already disappeared, revealing a not so appetising greyish liquid underneath. Damn it, she always forgot to slam the jug on the counter to get rid of the air bubbles. When she realised even the tall boy was staring at it with a hesitant look, her cheeks warmed up for the embarrassment.

"Well, enjoy," she was quick to say, turning on her heels and heading back behind the counter.

The owner of the cafe, a tall, burly bald man with thin moustaches, had just appeared from the back of the shop; Mariko saw him grinning and nodding at the white-haired woman before noticing the two boys she had just served.

"Huh," he muttered. "Those two again?"

"Yep." Mariko grabbed a cloth and started wiping the machine before he could notice the milk she had spilled.

The owner let out a thoughtful murmur, then grinned. "I'm not sure the tall one is coming here for the coffee, though."

Mariko halted; she turned at the owner with a quirked brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well," the owner chuckled, "maybe you should check the jars you take before preparing your 'Mariko special', kid."

He patted her shoulder and left to take the white-haired woman's order. Mariko followed him with her look, confused, then lowered her eyes on the counter. That was when she realised what he meant: the powder she had just used wasn't chocolate. It was pepper.

And yet, she realised with a mortified groan as she looked back up, the tall boy was sipping on it, nose runny and reddened eyes filled with tears. In front of him, his friend was slapping his thigh, doing his best not to choke on his tea from the laughters.

#AU drabbles #(thought Cordion would be the creative mastermind)#(but nope. Enjoy Mariko's specials instead)

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drabbleitout · 2 years

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Find The Word Tag Game

Tagged by: @spacetimewraithwrites over here, thank you! My Words: soak, salt, sour, sing, sink, smile Tagging: @winterandwords, @thatprolificauthor, @zmwrites, @thegreatobsesso, @adie-dee, and anyone else who would like to join (As always, please don't feel pressured or rushed!) Your Words: Snack, Plaster, Real, Death, & Repeat

Soak(ing)

“I doubt that. You were targeted and injured in the line of duty for something you care about. They wouldn’t do that. I’m part of your team.” “The committee is over me. They call the shots. You don’t belong to me.” Ryker paused sharply, breath picking up, voice lowering and cracking faintly. He gave himself another moment before lifting watering eyes to Ives. “You know that, don’t you? You don’t belong to me.” Tears spilled down the sides of his face, soaking into gauze, running for his chin. Ives hesitated, unsure what to do but found it absolutely horrible. Seeing Ryker like this, battered and broken more than physically. Ives failed to find a word to describe it.

Salt

“With your help, there may be a chance we can find where that sector is. IV5’s software is replaceable, but his data is not.” “You mean him,” Ryker said but didn’t entirely know what he was trying to say. His brain? His personality? His soul? “Exactly. Him. He isn’t. But if we can find where he is, we can extract him from the virus. Separate the salt from the water, so to speak. Then we could easily wipe everything without endangering losing him. And I believe you can help us with that.” “You, uh, you do?”

Sour

“…I feel strange,” Beau admitted. “Not in the sense of malfunction or malicious coding. It’s…” he paused there, stare drifting away as if having to search for what he wanted to say. Ryker had seen it several times in people, struggling to describe what they experienced. Cognitive rummaging for pieces in order to share an entire picture. More common in people, short-lived in AI’s who had a global network of information in a synapse. Beau continued searching, face beginning to sour. Light of the screen shimmered in his eyes, moisture brimming and spilling to roll down his face. His eyes blew wide, hands shaking as he touched his cheeks discovering tears. Lines emerged in his skin, distressed seams of mechanical facets that structured his face; crescent ridges around eye sockets, the crest of his cheeks, outlining his mandible and chin. His irises darted about the room as if searching for a place to hide, mouth quivering with a whirring whine. Ryker slid off the couch, gently catching Beau by the arm before he could spring up. “It’s okay,” he promised, pulling him into a hug. “You’re okay.”

Sing(er)

Avoiding his glare, again, Beau scanned the lounge over. The music had changed from the live band to prerecorded filler, slower with fewer dancers. They held each other closer, more drifting side to side compared to the earlier scramble. Beau liked it better, the ethereal sound of guitar and drums, singer almost a whisper. Already knowing the answer, he turned back to Garnet. “Do you want to dance?” His glare popped with raised brows, cutting his sip short, “Wh-what? Dance? You wanna dance?” Beau nodded.

Sink(ing)

Garnet rushed him grabbing [Beau] by the front of his jacket, heaving him off balance, and slamming him to the ground. Beau’s HUD warned too late of equilibrium instability. “You don’t know shit about what happened. You weren’t there!” Garnet kept him pinned to the ground, crunching through weeds, sinking into soft dirt. Beau shoved a hand in Garnet’s face, pressing him away, fingers digging into his cheek. Garnet wrenched his face out of his grip, bringing a fist up and swinging for his head. Beau knocked it away with his new arm, wedging a foot on Garnet’s belly and shoving him off. “We weren't! But we are now and all we're trying to do is help, but you keep being an ass!” “Don’t pretend you even feel anything.” The swelling sensation began again, constricting in his chest and shoving him to his feet. Garnet scrambled up to meet him, swinging for his face, missing as Beau ducked. He tackled Garnet around the middle and charged. Garnet attempted to hold his ground, skating over the soft ground without traction. He grabbed Beau by his belt, throwing his weight and sending them both tumbling onto a grave. Beau swung, knocking him across the face, earning a yell.

Smile

Ryker couldn’t help but stare, obvious enough it made Beau pause. “You’re not riding with me?” “No,” Beau smiled, pocketing the keys, “Ives is.” Patting Ryker’s shoulder, he scampered out the door. “Shotgun!” “No, Jevito, shotgun is front passenger. You’re driving.” Garnet grumbled, pausing in the doorway when he noticed Ryker. He glanced at something down the hall before leaning in, “good to have you back, Boss.” “Thanks,” Ryker whispered, dazed in his thoughts. He couldn’t help but feel as if Ives being partnered with him was done on purpose. That this was Garnet’s work. Before he completely turned away from the door, Ryker called to him, “hey.” Garnet leaned back in the doorway. “Thank you.” “Eh, don’t worry about it,” he grinned, sipping at his tumbler. “You deserve it.” With a wink, he continued down the hall. “Alright, alright, jeez-o! I’m coming. You depend on caffeine in the mornings and see how gung-ho you are.”

#wip: tb #tag game #find the word #this is a bit of a roller coaster #Garnet goes 8 ch like: I bet you won't! Do it! Square up!#Beau finally goes: BET! and breaks his nose

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Our Love

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Pairing: Levi x Reader

Content: Brief NSFW, Modern AU

Content Warnings: Very brief masturbation (m.), explicit language, kissing, probably more, but the main NSFW is at the beginning

Word Count: 3.2k

Description: Levi and Reader are best friends that work together, live together, eat together—spend most of their time together. Levi is unaware of reader already knowing his feeling towards her, until they spend their day off together.

A/N: I hate writing descriptions, I suck at it. If I could, which I can, I would write ‘just read the fic, please :(‘, but I want to at least hint at what the fic will be about. This one is a little more SFW than the previous ones, but I promise it’s still okay! Anyway, enjoy!!

⭐️Taglist: @urfilgoth @ackermandick

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It’s four in the morning, and you can hear his panting and grunting on the other side of the wall. The not-so-quiet mutterings of your name under his breath, haunting your ears as you attempt to not pay attention and fall asleep. You’ve never brought this up to Levi because he’s your best friend and you’re worried it might make your friendship awkward, but it’s like he’s not even trying to be secretive about what he does to himself in the dark.

You hear a loud thump on the wall followed by heavy breathing, and what you recognize as his final moans and whimpers after he finishes. Not that you’ve been in his presence to see the aftermath of him touching himself, but you’ve lived under the same roof as Levi to know that he masturbates regularly. By now you’ve memorized the sounds he makes, and the way he heads to the bathroom right after to clean himself up.

You uncover your ears and poke your head out of the covers when you hear the muffled sound of his door opening. It’s out of respect, not immaturity, that you cover your ears when he touches himself.

You roll over to grab your glass of water from your nightstand, upset when you realize it’s empty. If you get up, you’ll have to face Levi four hours earlier than you’re supposed to, instead of going to sleep to try and forget what you heard. You get up, exiting the room quickly, and prepare yourself incase you run into him as he’s heading out of the bathroom.

You saw the light beneath the door to the bathroom on, as well as the sink running. You assumed that Levi was aggressively scrubbing his hands, as well as reflecting on his actions while staring at his reflection in the mirror.

You continued your journey to quench your thirst, quickly filling your glass again and tip toeing back.

“What are you doing up?” A deep voice startled you, the cup of water shaking in your grasp, spilling water on your shirt and the floor.

“Fucking hell,” you whisper, putting the cup down on the nearest surface. You speed walk to the kitchen, bringing a cloth to dry the water on the floor.

“To answer your question from before, I just needed some water.”

Levi watches as you wipe up the small puddle of water, internally panicked at the sight of you being awake at this time. He doesn’t want you to know that he fantasizes about you on his own.

“Have you been awake the whole time?” His hands fidget slightly, subconsciously.

“Yes, but i’ve been trying to sleep. I can’t.” You stand up, looking at his slightly flustered expression. He can’t look you directly in the eyes, so he opts for checking on the spot you just cleaned.

“Go to bed, Levi. You’re the one who likes waking up at the crack of dawn.” You go back to the kitchen to return the towel, getting more water in the same trip. He’s still standing next to the couch when you come back.

“Goodnight.” You squeeze past him, your shoulder brushing his chest accidentally as you head for your room. You hear him sigh before the door to your room shuts, and he heads into his room right after.

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You wake up to the smell of breakfast in the kitchen. You turn to your nightstand to retrieve your phone. It’s eight thirty-five. You got four and a half sad hours of sleep. Regardless of the tiredness you feel, you get up and direct yourself towards the kitchen.

Levi looks like he’s been awake since earlier when you went to get water. His hair is as perfect as ever, not a wisp out of place. He’s dressed for the day as well. You were still in pajamas, and your hair looked like it got caught in the center piece of a washing machine. Levi didn’t miss that, and immediately informed you about it in his own beautiful way.

“You look like battered horse shit.” He served good portions of the food onto two plates, walking them over to the table afterwards.

“Thanks. Good morning to you, too.”

“Coffee, juice, tea, or water?”

“Mmm…juice, please,” you say, rubbing your right eye.

He brings the carton of juice out of the fridge, and a cup from the shelves to the table.

“Eat up.”

It’s great, Levi knows how to cook better than you, and you’ve never once denied it. You let him do all the cooking for a reason, but there’s something spoiling the greatness of the meal. The lack of conversation. Your lack of conversation.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” Levi asks, bringing his teacup to his lips.

“Nothing much. Might just stay in today. Watch a movie in my room or something.” You sink your fork into a strawberry slice, putting it into your mouth.

“Sounds like a shitty way to spend your day off.”

You shrug, continuing to eat, undisturbed.

“Will you at least shower? You have crust all over your eyes and eyelashes, and your hair looks like a destroyed Christmas reef.”

You snicker at the Christmas reef part, smoothing your hair down a little.

“You just ruffled it up more. Finish eating, then worry about your hair.”

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You offered to wash the dishes out of appreciation for him making breakfast, but he told you you stink just so you would let him do it. He knew you would sprint to the bathroom, even if what he said was a lie.

You took your time in the shower, thoroughly washing yourself. Afterwards, you changed into comfy clothes, and went into your room, shutting the door behind you. You have shows and movies to binge for days. If you really wanted to spend the entire day watching TV, you could.

Levi didn’t look for you until he finished reorganizing the kitchen. He put away all the ingredients he used to make breakfast, as well as the utensils after he washed them.

The bathroom was clear of steam and the mirror wasn’t foggy anymore when he finished cleaning the kitchen. If the smell of your shampoo hadn’t lingered, he would not have been convinced that you showered. He knocked on your door, a barely audible “come in” allowing him to enter.

“Hey, everything okay in here?” He asks, holding onto the doorknob and the doorframe.

“Yeah, just watching a show”

“Mind if I join you?” He asks, sharply gauging your reaction.

You lift the blanket, a silent invitation for him to sit next to you.

“Close the door, the AC is on.”

“Yeah, I can tell. It’s freezing in here.” He takes the place you left open for him, pulling the cover over his lap. “What are we watching?”

“This show. I don’t wanna hear your criticism about how the special effects are unrealistic. It’s pretty old, so you can’t expect people to be soaring through the sky with jetpacks and shit.”

“Ooh, potty mouth,” he says, turning to look at you with a surprised look on his face.

You huff, putting your hood up and tightening it so that only your eyes and nose were visible.

Episodes went by, and you both only left the room to use the bathroom or to get snacks and drinks. Levi ended up laying between your legs, with your permission, of course. It gave him a much better view of the screen, according to him, and you didn’t even try to argue with his logic. You got to play with his hair, which he never lets you do. You braided a few locks, but because of how straight his hair is, the short braids fell apart very quickly.

It wasn’t until the screen suddenly went dark that you realized you were dozing off.

“Hey, I was watching that,” you say, looking down at Levi.

“No you weren’t. I just heard you snoring,” he says, using his palms to hold himself up as he sits up and turns to face you.

“I don’t snore,” you defended.

“I see you also drool.” His eyes follow the trail of saliva from the corner of your lips to your chin.

You quickly wipe it off with the sleeve of your sweater.

“Oh, you’re mad?” He notices the wrinkle at the beginning of your brow. “What’s wrong, sunshine? Who pissed on your campfire?”

You sigh, turning onto your side in an attempt to go back to sleep.

“Lay with me,” you say with your eyes shut.

“Huh?” He’s visibly fazed by your statement, his skin warming.

“If you’re not gonna watch TV, I don’t expect you to watch me sleep, so, lay with me,” you repeat.

There he goes obeying you like a trained puppy. He lays next to you, on his side, facing you.

“Tell me something, Levi.” Your voice is gentle, the moment too intimate for anything above a whisper. You realized you won’t be going back to sleep.

“What do you want to know?” He responds, eyes taking in the details of your face. This is a rare opportunity, something only his dreams have seen.

“Anything. How many soulmates have you had in this life so far? Do you believe in love at first sight? Do you think astrology justifies the way people act? Do you have any fears that rattle your bones?”

Maybe he didn’t hear you. He was just looking at you, not saying much, not moving. The way stared into your eyes made you nervous, your stomach doing front and backflips.

“I think i’ve only had one soulmate so far, but then again, I haven’t lived long enough to call that a small number. A soulmate is very much different than lover. I’ve had one lover so far.”

You want more of an explanation, he can see it on your face, and he’s more than willing to explain.

“It’s like, let’s say a lover is someone you hold hands with, kiss, take on dates, share intimate moments with, and you just grow and evolve into more mature people, until you decide to either split or move onto the next milestone—marriage.”

You nod, listening and comprehending everything he’s saying. His words are detailed and brilliant, and they give you insight of the mindset behind those devastatingly grey eyes.

“A soulmate gets all of those things, but it doesn’t end there. Your soulmate should be someone who is and will always be your number one. You will choose this person over everyone else, every single time, intuitively. This person is someone who you wholeheartedly decide is your person. You live to bring mutual happiness to your lives, and you start united journeys with them. One thing you can’t lose in a soulmate is that spark that made you love them so hard in the first place. You’re going to spend forever with this person.”

He’s not even out of breath. Your eyes go wide and glossy with admiration.

“What happened to your lover?”

“We grew apart. It felt like I was falling out of love every day that I was with her. She wanted to get married, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure about wanting to spend the rest of my life with her, so we split up.”

You look at his sad expression. He must have gotten hurt.

“What do you think went wrong?”

He let out a short chuckle. “God, she made me feel like shit. I’ll leave it at that.”

There’s an awkward silence after his response which he breaks immediately.

“What was the next question?” He asks, nonchalantly.

“What the hell, Levi? You’re a fucking poet, you know that?”

“Okay, next question.” He repeats, the tips of his ears tinged with red.

“Fine. Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“No.” Such a simple answer to such a thoughtful question.

“Why not?”

“Love at first sight is basically sugarcoated lust. It’s ridiculous to say you love someone without getting to know them. It’s superficial—you only see what’s on the surface, and the attraction doesn’t go deeper than physical appearance. Love won’t sprout until you have deep and meaningful conversations. It would be considered love when knowing how many soulmates the person has had in their life becomes more important than wanting to know the color of their underwear.”

You laugh at the way his expression quickly shifts from knowing to flustered.

“U-Um, what’s the next question?” Pink spreads across his cheeks like a wildfire.

“Do you think astrology justifies the way people act?”

He quickly composes himself, unable to look you in the eyes for a few seconds. “I’m not even gonna get into that. I have nothing to say about the topic.”

“Right on. Last question. Do you have any fears that rattle your bones?” You notice the way he’s a little more serious. “You don’t have to answer this question if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s fine. Um, I really only have one fear that scares the shit out of me. It may sound stupid, but something about people not answering my text messages or phone calls makes me feel uneasy. Especially, if we were texting smoothly back and forth for a good while, and they suddenly stop responding. Anything could have happened.”

Your face drops from the widened, glossy eyes, to a concerned expression. Your eyebrows are slightly pinched with attentiveness.

“I understand. It’s not stupid at all, Levi. You have a fear of bad things happening to your close ones. It’s reasonable, you’re not always by their side. If it makes you feel any better, you won’t ever have to worry about me,” you smile. “You know I don’t leave the house, but, you make me feel safe while i’m here. You’re like… my knight in comfy clothing.” You chuckle, hitting his arm playfully.

“Oh, you’re so fucking cute,” he mutters.

It’s like the seal that was holding back his feelings for you was torn to shreds. You both reacted the same way, eyes widened, mouths gaped open.

“Huh?” Is the first thing you could think to say.

“Fuck. I-I…no.” He sits up, not ready to have the conversation he’s pushed back for so long.

“It’s fine, Levi. Just talk to me. Like we’ve been doing all along.” You sit up to be leveled with him.

He shakes his head, looking more nervous than you have ever seen him.

“If there were ever a perfect time to tell me something important—something you need to get off your chest, I think now would be the perfect time.” Your hand settles on his knee in an attempt to calm his nerves. The gesture must have loosened something within him, because he broke so easily.

“We live together, we work together, we eat together, we do so many things together, and I caught feelings. It was an accident. I kept it to myself for so long, for the sake of your comfortability. I’m sorry.” His heart is racing. He didn’t expect this conversation to happen so soon.

“I’m fine, Levi. You’ve never once made me feel uncomfortable, and I don’t hate the humanity in you. Like I said just a few minutes ago, you make me feel safe. You’re a battalion all on your own.” You smile kindly at him.

“You can’t do that to me.” He says, scooting forward until his crisscrossed legs meet yours.

“Do what, Levi?”

“Comfort me, touch me, soothe me so easily.”

You swear he’s getting closer and closer, his grey eyes never looking away from you. You yourself begin to feel your heart race, as well. It’s the way his eyes don’t lose contact with yours as he tugs on your hoodie, pulling you abruptly against him, that makes you gasp.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” you tease, adjusting your position on his lap with your hands on his shoulders.

“There’s not an ounce of fear behind my decisions at this moment.” His hands settle on your waist, his pinky grazing the smallest amount of skin not covered by your hoodie.

“Should we be doing this?” You ask as his face comes closer to yours.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” he responds, slyly.

“You don’t scare me,” you say so confidently, your hands trembling as they come up to hold his face.

“Hm, is that so?” He sees the shakiness in your arms and the way your breathing is unsteady.

You nod, your thumbs brushing his cheeks as you admire his beauty.

“Come closer, then. Close this stupid distance between us,” he challenges.

“You first,” you say, deflecting his request.

“Fine by me,” he says, hooking his finger into your hoodie, pulling you into his kiss.

It was like sirens went off, like a gigantic balloon of confetti popped, like the feeling of running into the arms of your favorite person after years of only phone calls and messages.

Levi felt like home, and you would never deprive him of your love after this.

The kiss was innocent, no tongue, and you were totally fine with that. You liked the way his lips felt locked with yours. They were warm, lively, and just a little chapped. It’s Levi, and that’s more than you can ever ask for.

“Your lips are addicting,” he mumbles, threading his fingers into your hair to kiss you harder. He kissed you like he had thought about this for months, maybe even years.

You pulled away, your head spinning from how warm you felt in his grasp.

“No more,” you mumble, melting at the sight of him licking his lips.

“Why not?” He asks, his dilated pupils showing you that he craves more.

“Because we won’t go further than that. Or we shouldn’t. Not yet.” A rush of embarrassment clouds your thoughts.

“We don’t have to go further than kissing. I’m perfectly fine with it. Now, come on,” he leans in again.

You lean back, dodging his lips. “It’s not you i’m worried about.” You felt even more embarrassed about the confession once it left your thoughts.

“What are you talking abou- Wait.” His eyes widen. “Oh.” He suppresses a grin as he watches you progressively get more and more flustered.

“Okay, i’m out.” You get off of his lap and make a beeline for the living room.

“Wait, Y/N. It’s fine.” He followed you into the living room, chasing you wherever you went when he caught you and you walked away again.

“Y/N, it’s okay. We can just lay together like earlier.” He holds your wrist to make sure you won’t run from him again, but you can’t look him in the eyes without blushing furiously.

“Fine.”

—

You both laid there comfortably for hours, talking and talking about yourselves like you were making first impressions.

“I can’t believe you stopped our kissing because you couldn’t handle the heat. I didn’t know you were so dirty.” He teases.

You scoff, remembering the night before when he was literally calling out your name as he touched himself.

“Says you. These walls don’t suppress sound for shit, and you’re not as quiet as you think you are, anyway.”

You feel his hold on you go stiff, and he goes silent.

“Got you there, huh? Now we both have things to be flustered about,” you say, proudly.

“You knew this whole time.”

“Of course I did, but I wanted you to work for it. I wanted you to tell me, and you did. I’m glad you did.”

He relaxes, holding you from behind calmly again.

“So am I.”

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