#Jonah hauer king fan fiction

[meetmyothersouls]

Do you have the next part of bty planned?

In honor of Jonah’s bday here is part 10 of BTY!

Back to You

Chapter 10

Warnings: sexual content, not proof read

Jonah’s POV

“What are you doing?” y/n’s tired voice sounds from behind me.

“Nothing,” I say too quickly, shutting the notebook before spinning around in the desk chair.

Her eyes are still laden with sleep, and her hair is slightly messy. She made her way down here in just my T-shirt I had discarded earlier. I want to tell her how she should have put on more clothes. How I don’t want anyone else seeing this much of her. But then I remember it’s still well into the middle of the night.

“It looks like something,” y/n says as she reaches for the notebook on the desk.

I grab her hand and resist the urge to pull her into my lap.

“It…you’ll think it’s silly.”

“I doubt it,” she says softly.

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. Suddenly the lack of sleep catches up to me and I’m feeling exhausted. “It’s the story of how we met.”

“What you told me in our room?”

“Yeah, in detail.”

“I didn’t take you for a writer,” y/n says after a few moments of silence.

“I’m not, but I couldn’t sleep and I saw the notebook and wanted to put it on paper. Plus, it might be good for you…to read.” She makes another move for the notebook like she wants to read it right now. I grab her again, this time by the elbow. “But not right now, please.”

She smiles softly and nods. “Why did you come to the library? I woke up and you were gone.”

I suddenly feel bad. Maybe I should have left a note. “I always come here to think of you.”

“Library’s are my favorite.”

“I know,” I smile.

Y/N’s POV

The power is still out and the library is dimly light by a candle. It’s making Jonah look a whole new level of sexy. He’s got his glasses on that I’ve only seen him wear a few times. He looks like a sexy librarian. I keep looking back at the notebook. Did he really write the beginning of our story? I want to get my hands on it but I don’t mind him not wanting me to read it in front of him. I get it.

He’s still holding my arm, and I just feel so warm inside with hand on me in a library. I lean in and kiss his lips softly. “Tell me more things,” I whisper. His breath hitches and he looks at me with questioning eyes.

“Things?” Jonah swallows hard.

“Mhm. You said you know everything about me. I want to hear more of what you know that I don’t know you know.”

“You love having sex in our library,” he blurts out.

I look directly into his eyes, fully not expecting this out of him. “Honestly, that checks out,” I say.

Jonah sits up a little and this time pulls me into his lap. I straddle his waist in the chair and I’m feeling a lot more confident this time than earlier this evening. “Tell me more about it.”

“You had a ‘favorite time’,” Jonah says, putting air quotes around favorite time.

“I do?” Jonah’s hands make their way up the back of his shirt to slid on and he’s tracing long lines against my skin. Chills begin to pepper my body. He’s so gentle with me. My eyes close. “Can you tell me about it?”

Jonah is quiet for a moment and his fingers stop moving on my back. “I can show you..if you’d like.”

Jonah’s hands resume their movement and I nod. I need him. I don’t want to need anyone but I need him.

“It started out…just like this,” Jonah whispers. “You always love when I trace my fingers along your skin.”

“I do like that,” I smile.

He stops and all of a sudden his eyes are serious. “If I’m ever doing anything you don’t like tell me and I’ll stop..okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“I mean it. We had an understood rule before the accident but I just want you to know that you’ll never offend me if you ever want me to stop.”

This man.

He will be the death of me, I swear it.

“I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”

Jonah nods once and he pulls his hands out of my shirt, slowly moving the to the front. “This is the next part,” he says looking at me in the eyes as he pulls up my shirt, exposing my stomach, which has slowly toned back up after the accident and lost pregnancy. Jonah’s eyes don’t linger there though, and I’m relieved, knowing that conversation is going to happen at some point. He tosses my shirt off, and I’m left in just my panties on his lap. His lips go to my neck and he kisses me there softly. I crane my neck to the left and he sucks the skin into his mouth gently. I moan so softly it’s barely a sound but I know he hears it. He smiles against my skin. And begins to kiss down my neck and along my collar bone, then down the hill of my breast. He gently sucks my nipple into his mouth and I melt. I moan again and this time there’s no question that he’s heard it. He pulls my nipple with his lips and moves to the next one repeating every action. I feel his erection against me and I need him now more than ever.

“Doing okay?” He asks

“Uh huh,” is all I manage to say.

“Shall we continue?”

“If you stop I might die,” I whisper.

“Noted,” Jonah smirks.

He pulls my head to him and kisses me gently yet full of passion. Our mouths falling into a rhythm that seems so practiced and natural. His tongue brushes against my bottom lip and I open my mouth. He slides is tongue against mine and he tastes faintly of mint. He’s perfect.

Suddenly I’m so overwhelmed, but not in a bad way. In a way that makes the need for closeness amplify times a thousand. Like my life depends on this moment here right now. Maybe this is how he’s felt the entire time. My kissing becomes more aggressive. Hungry. My hands tangle in his curls and suddenly he’s standing with me. His hands cupping my ass as he turns around and sits me on the desk. Jonah’s shirt comes off, then his pants. And we’re both there in just our underwear. I reach and grab his waist and pull him to me. My legs parted so he fits in between them. Jonah’s hands go to my face where he cradles the back of my head, his thumbs rubbing gently against my jaw. He’s so gentle like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

“I love you,” Jonah says. He doesn’t wait for any type of response from me, his lips are back on mine as soon as the words leave his mouth.

We kiss until we run out of breath and his fingers find the hem of my panties. He hooks his fingers inside of them and looks at me for a response. When I nod my head he slides them off of me and I am totally naked. His eyes travel up and down my body and he’s looking at me like I am truly beautiful. I don’t even have room to feel awkward or embarrassed when he’s looking at me with the purest form of adoration.

“I just want to..make sure you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I don’t remember how big he is…and I’m about to ask if he’s really large enough to cause damage but I remember miscarriage and the procedures I went through, so I nod. I part my legs a little further and he slowly slides a finger through my slick folds. His finger stops at my clit where he rubs small circles against it. I let my head tilt backward as the feeling washes over me. A soft moan falls out of my mouth.

Jonah swallows hard as he pulls his fingers away. “I’d say you’re ready.”

“What about you?” I ask.

“I’ve been ready for weeks,” Jonah chuckles.

“I wanna see though,” my hook my fingers in his boxers and look up at him. “Can I?”

Jonah nods and licks his lips nervously.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m nervous,” he laughs.

“Why? Did we not have an active sex life before?”

“Oh definitely, very active but…this is almost like our first time together again…it’s just..it’s a lot to take in.”

“We don’t have to-”

“No! No..please don’t say that. I definitely..definitely want to I just..”

“What?”

A loud crash sounds from the lobby and Jonah and I immediately begin dressing. He blows out the candle and grabs the notebook that he’d been writing in and we sneak out of the back exit of the library, taking the long way back to our room.

I stop in the middle of a hall on the 3rd floor once I know we’re out of earshot. Jonah notices I’ve stopped and turns around.

“Did you not want to?” I ask.

“What?” Jonah says. And I just love the way the word comes out of his mouth.

“Did you not want to have sex with me?”

“Y/n, someone was coming-”

“No. Before that. You stopped.”

“Come on,” Jonah says, walking toward me. “Let’s get back to our room.” He reaches his hand out and I back away.

“Tell me what you were going to say.”

“You’re being so stubborn, y/n,” Jonah says and it’s the first time he’s sounded kind of annoyed.

“I just want to know!”

“God, y/n can you just listen to me!”

“No!”

Jonah clenches his jaw and I see the muscle tighten then release. He walks over to me and suddenly he’s on his knees. He’s at eye level with me and I just want to grab his face. “I want what we had y/n. But there’s a possibility that that will never happen again. All this is brand new for you. It’s the first time all over again. And I’ve got a limited amount of time to make a decent first impression with you. So forgive me if I wanted the ‘first’time we actually fucked to be in a bed rather than on the desk in a library.”

“It was your idea, Jonah!”

“It was a stupid idea.”

“I didn’t think it was!”

“You’re not the type of girl you fuck like that the first time.”

“Then what kind of girl am I?”

He is silent on that one. He closes his eyes and when he opens them back up he looks sad.

“I don’t know. But I’m trying, y/n.”

I feel my eyes sting and fill and my vision is blurry. Because he’s right. He doesn’t know. I’m putting a lot of pressure on him and I hate myself. “I don’t know either,” I whisper. Tears fall from my eyes. They slide down my cheeks and I can see them land on the floor.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry. Don’t cry, love,” Jonah’s voice is soft and gentle now, any frustration that was there is now gone.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Please.”

I’m exhausted. So many emotional highs and lows in such a short amount of time has me dizzy. Jonah leads us back to our room and he lays me down in the bed, he climbs in next to me. He’s laying on his back and I pull myself against him. I need him to hold me. He must know because immediately he does. He turns onto his side and adjusts me so that I’m directly against him. I breathe in his scent as he rubs my back again.

“Forget about the deadline.”

“Hmm?” Jonah murmurs.

“The time limit. Forget about it.”

I can make out his smile in the blue hue of the dark room. “I thought you wanted to-”

“I want you. I want to find my way back to you and I don’t want a deadline on it. You want what we had? So do I. Maybe it won’t be the same as it was before, maybe my memory will never come back. I just want to learn how to love you again.”

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[mvltisstuff]

can I request a jonah hauer king fic where they're both famous and can't spend a lot of time w each other, angst to fluff?

you’re losing me - j.h.k

summary: request

jonah hauer king x reader

a/n: and i wouldn’t marry me either 😁 a pathological people pleaser 😁

“i don’t think i can make it on friday, darling,” jonah says, his sullen voice through y/n’s speakerphone. she could almost predict that was what he was going to say. it’s almost been one night a week together, despite the years of a relationship.

due to the little mermaid release, jonah’s career has been at an all-time high. y/n’s never felt prouder of a person before, let alone the man that she loves. this is all she’s wanted for him, his dreams to come true and it’s finally happening. every time she sees him on that screen, or on that carpet, her heart is flooded with love.

“are you sure?” she questions, the sound of defeat seeping through her words.

“i have the premiere, and i’m going to be doing press with halle as well,” he adds, only to confirm that he cannot make it to y/n’s show. y/n swears she can hear her heart crumble in her chest, hearing the muffled crack of glass.

“ok,” she tells him, simply but leaving it at that.

“i’m sorry, love, i don’t make my schedule though.”

“i know, it’s just you haven’t been to a single show for this tour. and i’m playing in london this weekend.”

“i get that, it just happened to fall on a terrible weekend. i tried to negotiate it but it doesn’t work that way. i’m so sorry, y/n.”

“you don’t have to apologize,” y/n replies, trying not to let any sass or hurt come through the phone. “i really wanted you to be there.”

“y/n, i don’t know what you want me to do. i wish you could be at the premieres, but you have your tour to worry about.”

“i don’t need you to do anything, baby,” she rubs her eyes with her fingers, letting them rest on her face. “and i’ve tried to make it to the events, i swear. im just glad i even made it to the ones i got to go to.”

“it just makes me feel bad, i don’t want you to think i haven’t been there for you.”

“that’s the complete opposite, jonah. i know you support me, and i want you to know that im here for you, even if im not there physically.”

“i love you, y/n. i have to go shoot for a bit, but i’ll call you tonight?”

“i love you, too,” she tells him, leaving just the sound of a kiss through the phone. she throws it back down on the bed, laying on her side and pretending his arms were around her.

it’s never easy being separated from someone you’ve grown so close to. both of their careers have skyrocketed, but their naïvety never realized how difficult it can be to have love and fame.

so, when y/n closed her eyes that night, she simply dreamed of jonah being next to her.

the friday came too quickly around the corner, still no signs that jonah would be able to attend. before changing into her concert outfit, she spoke through her several mics, asking if jonah had said anything, but alas, there were barely any messages. until right before she went on stage, she got a few words from her assistant.

“hey, jonah texted to say good luck, and that he’s sorry.”

y/n could only nod, not wanting her upset to come across as clear to her fans. she never realized how one small thing could ruin the magic of a night. however, she painted a bright smile onto her mouth, her bright beam soon being revealed onto the massive screens around the stadium.

she forced herself to sing through each of her songs for the tour, the thrilling fans in her ears. she never gets tired of seeing the people who come here just for her, but if she’s being honest, she’s tired of missing jonah.

when the lights went dark at the end of each set, her cheeks were finally relieved of the fraudulent grin on her face.

the show finally came to an end, the encore being finished and the fans starting to disperse. y/n slipped on a jacket over her sparkly costume, and followed her crew out to her area to get unready. she just wanted to go home and be able to be held by jonah, but then she was confronted that home would just be another lonesome place without him.

she walked with a lack of pep to her room, connecting her warm palm to the cool metal of the doorknob. she opened the door slowly, only to see jonah’s handsome figure on the couch in her room.

“that might’ve been my favorite performance yet,” he smiles, sitting up from the back of the couch. y/n releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding, rushing over to let herself fall into his arms on the couch. the exhaustion from the show tonight started to really take over her body, but it still couldn’t outweigh the feeling of joy that she gained from seeing jonah.

“how did you get here?” she asks, gleefully.

“i pushed a few things around, i left a little early.” he informs her, leaning over to kiss her cheek as she sits and places her head on his shoulder. “you planned this showtime for me, and i didn’t even think about it.”

“you’re here, and you have no fucking idea how much that means to me,” y/n connects her lips with his, letting the kiss come together perfectly. she can taste the faint champagne on his lips, seeing a photo of him drinking it with cast mates earlier. the comforting smell of his strong cologne filled her nose. even after running around a stage, with imperfect makeup, y/n still looked like N angel in jonah’s eyes.

“let’s go home, love,” he gleams against her lips, getting the same bewitching grin that he adores in return.

[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

Depression, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. It's like the vibrant colors of life fade away, leaving everything in shades of grey. Even the things that used to bring joy and excitement now feel dull and uninteresting, as if they've lost their sparkle. It's as he's trapped in a dark tunnel, with no light at the end to guide him. Simple tasks become overwhelming, and even getting out of bed can feel like climbing a mountain. It affects his energy levels, making him feel constantly tired and drained. Concentration becomes a struggle, and it's hard to find motivation for anything. Social interactions may feel exhausting, and he may find himself withdrawing from the world, seeking solace in solitude.

Depression can really make life feel like an uphill battle, right? It's like even the simplest tasks become so challenging. But then, something amazing happened.

He met her. Love entered his life and everything changed. It's like this incredible feeling that takes over every part of you. Suddenly, those uphill battles don't seem so daunting anymore. Love has this way of bringing light and joy back into our lives, reminding us of the beauty that exists. It's truly an amazing feeling, isn't it?

For Jonah, it was like the world suddenly became brighter whenever he saw y/n. She had this incredible energy that drew him in, and he couldn't help but be captivated by her. Every time they were together, it felt like time stood still. He would get this rush of excitement in his chest, like his heart was about to burst. And the way she looked at him, it made him feel like he was the luckiest guy in the world. Jonah couldn't stop thinking about y/n, she was always on his mind. He would replay their conversations in his head, and every little moment they shared felt so special to him. It was like they were connected on a deeper level, like they understood each other without even having to say a word. Jonah's first love for y/n was this incredible mix of happiness, nervousness, and this overwhelming desire to make her happy. It was like he would do anything to see her smile. Even though their relationship may have had its ups and downs, Jonah will always cherish that first love with y/n. It's a chapter in his life that shaped him and taught him so much about himself and what it means to truly love someone.

Y/n, being the compassionate soul she was, never tried to fix Jonah but rather showed him unconditional love and acceptance. She reminded him that it was okay to seek help and that he didn't have to face his battles alone.

Together, they embarked on a journey of healing and growth. Y/n introduced Jonah to new hobbies and experiences that brought him joy. They explored art galleries, went on outdoor adventures, and even started a small project to raise awareness about mental health.

As time went on, Jonah found that the weight of depression began to lift. It wasn't solely because of y/n, but rather the combination of her unwavering support, professional help, and his own determination to overcome his struggles.

Through their shared experiences, Jonah learned the power of love, friendship, and self-care. Y/n became his guiding light, reminding him of his worth and the beauty of life. Together, they created a safe space where they could openly talk about their emotions and support one another through the ups and downs.

@amaretigris @meetmyothersouls @megalony @mylittlemermaid221

[hiddleswiftt]

kiss the girl! (y/n’s version)

prince eric x fem reader!

description - y/n and eric are longtime childhood best friends. you have been in love with him (so is he, but she doesn’t know it yet) for a while now and eric’s parents have plans to set him up with a woman so he can be married. before any arrangement can be married for eric to marry another woman, you must tell him how you feel (fluff and slight angst - jealousy! - parts of this make me think of that one amy and laurie scene in the 2019 little women film!)

for as long as you could remember, you and eric would be always sitting on the beach near the castle talking nonstop, laying together under the sun during the day and under the stars during the evenings.

as you got older, things between the two of you changed. eric’s duties became slightly more important than you (not according to him - the queen’s own opinion), but he always made himself available for you after a long day, just to sit on the beach and relax with you.

you loved his company. you personally never thought you’d ever be associated around royalty. ever. eric considered you as family, even if you were just a village girl. you were still surprised now after knowing eric and his family for eight years that they welcomed you in their own, even if you had a crush on the prince.

you had just had a knock at the door, you rushed to open it. just incase it was going to be eric standing at the door smiling at her, but it wasn’t. it was grimsby.

“what is it, grimsby?” you ask, your smile fading as you hoped something bad hasn’t happened. eric went away on a quick voyage trip, you had asked to come along but grimsby advised not to. you waited for grimbsy’s response, staring at him with a worried face. “grimsby?” you ask again, getting more worried about what he could say, “is it about eric?”

he looks at you and nods. “he’s had a small accident. he almost drowned, we brought him home early.” he told you, “the prince wanted you of all people to know first before everyone else.” you stand at the door shocked at the news. “is he okay? is he home?” you ask instantly. grimsby looks at you, and asks you to come with him.

you walk down with grimsby to the parlour to find the queen and a few other servants bundled around. you find eric sitting down in the room with a bandage around his head. tears start falling from your eyes, happy to know he’s alive. he sees you and tries to smile at you although in a small amount of pain, “y/n?” he says, trying to stand.

you gracefully walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek and lean in for a hug. tears still falling from your eyes, still in shock from finding out what happened.

MINI TIME SKIP -

you and eric sit on the beach together. you advised him to get some air and sit on the beach with you. it was late, but the two of you didn’t really care since you both had each other as you lay under the stars studying the constatations.

you’d occasionally glance and admire at him as he’d continue talking. eric would look back at you, not realising that you weren’t listening, “y/n? are you listening?” he’d laugh at you, still pointing at ‘capricornus’ while he focuses on you.

you laugh, “yeah.. sorry. so what’s going on with you? do you ever think you’d ever find that mystery girl?” he looks at you, now quite suprised. he lays back next to you again, “not sure.” eric replies, unsure of what to say, “mother was thinking of arranging a marriage with a woman from another place? im not completely sure if i am fond of that idea.”

you look at him, now a little upset about eric possibly having an arranged marriage. you had hoped by now that he would have possibly loved you as well as you do for him but you were doubting that he ever has loved you. you sit up slightly. “i don’t think i could see you with someone you hardly know, eric.” you say, becoming slightly upset still.

he turns to you, admiring your face. “why’s that, y/n?” he asks you.

you look at him and sit up on the sand and cross your legs, “because, it’s not going to be the same. you and i. you’re gonna be running off somewhere with a girl who will probably become your wife! we don’t be sitting on this beach again anymore like we used to when we were children!” you tell him, “you know? being here, right now is what I want to do forever. i don’t want this to stop. and with you being being possibly married? i just can’t bare to see it. i can’t do it, eric.”

he looks at you, knowing exactly how you feel. so he sits up and faces you, all of a sudden you were both extremely close together. eric reaches his hand and intwines it in your hair and cups your cheek. their eyes met and time stood still as they gazed at each other. a moment of complete silence passed between them, then he moves his hand from your cheek towards your hand, letting you intertwine it in his.

“im not going to let that happen, y/n..” he tells you, as he keeps his hand intwined in yours. you pull a large smile as if you’ve had a coat hanger stuck in your mouth ever since you’ve met him. “really?” you ask.

he nods. “really.”, he replies instantly, still looking at you. you both lean in gently, with you now holding his cheeks. our breathing and your hearts beating between us. he laid his lips to yours, kissing you softly and slowly. the world around the two of you, blurring and disappearing. you move your hands from his cheeks and put them around his neck and place your fingers in the ends of his hair.

the both of you didn’t care if anyone saw you both. he didn’t want to go with his mother’s plans. he wants you. nobody else. after all this time he had plans to ask you to marry him. he would do it, whatever his mother would say, even if you were only just a village girl.

as long as they’d love and care for each other, it didn’t matter. they’d be able to explore together those wild uncharted waters.

please don’t copy my work! <3

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— h4uerkings

[kissmyassloves]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Little Mermaid (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ariel/Eric (Disney) Characters: Ariel (Disney), Ariel's Sisters (Disney), Eric (Disney), Eric's Mother (Disney), Eric's Father (Disney) Additional Tags: Romance, Eventual Romance, Drama & Romance, Love, Falling In Love, Romantic Comedy, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Shameless Smut, Vaginal Sex, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, ooc eric, ooc ariel, Aged-Up Character(s), Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe, ariel needs glasses, Human Ariel (Disney), Ariel Falls First But Eric Falls Harder (Disney), Badass Ariel (Disney), Protective Eric (Disney), Possessive Eric, eric is a little bit of a dick here but we love him, nerdy ariel, Shy Ariel, moody eric, sarcastic eric, I'm Bad At Tagging, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Neighbors Summary:

Eric Roy was going to be the death of her, Ariel was certain. No matter how charming or attractive he was, he had to go and quickly.

But the last thing that Eric expected was for his incredibly shy neighbour to lose her goddamn mind and attack him with a hose.

[escapingrealityforamoment]

• Actor Jonah Hauer-King falls in love with reader Y/N after a genuine connection forms between them over shared interests and meaningful conversations. They embark on a beautiful journey of love, laughter, and adventure.

In the whirlwind world of acting, Jonah Hauer-King had always believed that true love could only be found on the silver screen. He immersed himself in his craft, pouring his heart and soul into every performance, but his heart remained guarded, shielded from the possibility of real-life romance.

That all changed one fateful day when Jonah met Y/N. Y/N, a fervent reader with a captivating presence, walked into his life like a breath of fresh air. It was as if the universe conspired to bring them together, weaving an enchanting tale of its own.

Jonah couldn't help but notice Y/N in the audience during his performances. Their eyes held a spark of curiosity, and he sensed an unspoken connection forming between them. It was as if Y/N truly saw him, the person beyond the actor, and Jonah found himself drawn to their genuine spirit.

One evening, after a particularly invigorating performance, Jonah ventured to the stage door to meet his fans. Among the sea of faces, his eyes found Y/N's, and his heart skipped a beat. There was an undeniable chemistry, an unspoken understanding that unfolded between them as they exchanged a few words.

As the days turned into weeks, Jonah's thoughts were consumed by Y/N. He found himself daydreaming about their conversations, their shared interests, and the way their laughter blended harmoniously. Y/N had a way of challenging his perspective, igniting his passions, and opening his heart to the possibility of love outside the confines of a script.

With each encounter, Jonah discovered new layers to Y/N's personality. Their love for literature mirrored his own, and they bonded over their favorite authors and stories. He admired Y/N's intellect, their ability to see the world through different lenses and their unwavering support for his own dreams and aspirations.

As Jonah and Y/N spent more time together, their connection deepened, transcending the boundaries of ordinary friendships. He found himself falling, surrendering to the irresistible pull of their shared moments, their stolen glances, and the way Y/N's smile lit up the room.

In Y/N, Jonah had found a partner who challenged him to grow, encouraged him to be his authentic self, and celebrated his successes with genuine joy. They became his muse, inspiring him to explore new horizons and push the boundaries of his art.

One beautiful day, as they strolled hand in hand through a sunlit park, Jonah realized that love had found its way into his heart, and its name was Y/N. Their presence had transformed his world, filling it with colors he had never seen before, and he couldn't imagine his life without them.

With each passing day, Jonah understood that the greatest performance of his life was not on a stage but in the tender moments shared with Y/N. Together, they created their own story—one of laughter, adventure, and unconditional love.

In Y/N's embrace, Jonah discovered that true love existed beyond the realms of fiction. Their connection surpassed his wildest dreams, and he knew in his heart that their love story was just beginning—a love story that would be written in the pages of their shared journey, forever etched in their souls.

[wagingmywarsbehindmyface]

hi, I watched the series yesterday and thought I could share my little essay here. please, feel free to reach out if you saw it too, and want to talk 🥹

[I’m aware I’ve been quite loud about it in the past few weeks, but as the book’s fan, as a historic nerd, and also as Jonah and Anna’s fan, I felt the urge to write something after watching the series.] As we all know, the story of the Holocaust has been portrayed on screen many times, some of the most recognisable ones being Schindler's List (1993; Steven Spielberg), The Pianist (2001; Roman Polanski) or The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas (2008; Mark Herman) I believe The Tattooist of Auschwitz will become one of them. I think it’s very unique to tell a story like this in a way it was done by its creators. It’s important to know that the inspiration was the book written by Heather Morris, who meet Lale Sokolov in early 2000s, who was a tattooist at Auschwitz II-Birkenau after he was sent to the camp in 1942. He decided to share his life story with her, and then with the whole world. After hearing it, and then writing it, it has become Heather’s mission to spread his words. Although it’s based on his own experience, it’s historical fiction novel, which the author herself emphasises. [She said: "The book does not claim to be an academic historical piece of nonfiction, I’ll leave that to the academics and historians.”] The six-episode series directed by Tali Shalom-Ezer inspired by the book under the same name unfolds the life of a young Slovakian man who in horrific circumstances finds something, which keeps him going. The love for the Slovakian girl, Gita. The main characters, excellently portrayed by Jonah Hauer-King and Anna Próchniak, give the audience hope to see the light in the darkest of places, and that’s the most important message of the story. To remain human in the most dehumanised situation, to give love and to receive it. You can see every emotion in Anna’s face even though she doesn’t say anything in a particular scene. Her portrayal of strength, optimism, and faith in the centre of hell, brings out a light. You can see the pain in Jonah’s eyes with every "I’m sorry”, he whispers to his fellow prisoners when he’s made to put the number on their arms. They’re both intuitive, sensitive, and just brilliant actors, who carry the series alongside with equally excellent Jonas Nay as SS officer Stefan Baretzki, Melanie Lynskey as Heather Morris herself, and Harvey Keitel as older Lale, in the centre. I must say I was terrified of seeing Jonas’ portrayal on his every pace or look, which only proves how incredible actor he is. It was said by the Jonah and Jonas that they first created a bond with each other in order to later enact some disturbing, uneasy scenes. It enabled them to trust each other on the set. It was amazing to see Lynskey and Keitel acting together in scenes. Their chemistry can be really felt through screen. The idea of Lale being haunted by the ghosts of the past was incredibly incorporated, even then giving us the feelings of uneasiness, tense, and fear. As the director of the series said herself: "One misconception I would want to debunk would be that when the camps were liberated that everyone lived happily ever after. Trauma is a lifelong burden to carry for the survivors. This isn't a history lesson from the past. This is something that's very much alive.” I couldn't finish without saying something about the wonderful music that was created by Hans Zimmer and Kara Talve. You know it is good when you get shivers all over your body, and the same happens when you hear the haunting melodies of violins in the very first track. The whole soundtrack is available to listen to on music streaming platforms. This series is a must watch for everyone who read the book. It is incredibly well acted, well written, well made. You can feel the sorrow, the grotesque. The Tattooist of Auschwitz depicts the duality of the human nature on full display, showing the possibility to find a light in such a hellish place, and also unfolds the monstrous, evil side of what hatred makes of people.

[babyspacebatclone]

Ok, just back from the live action The Little Mermaid.

And may I confidently say?

Best live-action Disney adaptation yet.

True, a low bar to clear, but this honestly felt like a movie and a love story, and not just a cash grab.

Every single changed scene had me smiling. Eric (Jonah Hauer-King) was amazing, and Halle Bailey truly is Ariel, I want her version to become the defacto in the Disney Princesses line because she feels sweet and clever and brave above and beyond the animated version.

(No offense to Jodi Benson, I love her, but the animated version is what it was and the new Ariel is just given more room to breathe.)

I think, comparing, my child self would love the animated spectacle more…

But my adult self loves the tighter, more in depth story of the live action more.

It feels like the best kind of fan fiction, one where someone who loves the characters asks “How were they feeling here? How can I expand this?”

And gives us those glimpses.

Not perfect, but definitely enough for me to fan girl.

Speaking of which… Spoilers below the cut.

Right from the opening scene, you see this movie is taking itself and the responsibility of the story seriously. I love the development of Eric, his camaraderie with the sailors while also being a good mix of level headed (don’t just harpoon mermaids) with reckless insanity (dude, you’re a prince, please don’t laugh while dangling by one arm over open water. ah, well, i love you anyway).

I can feel how much the film pulls back the special effects budget, especially making the introduction of Triton’s daughters basically a business meeting instead of the grand performance, but the filmmakers were smart enough to make the change work. I like the idea of each daughter being “manager” of a specific sea under daddy’s “CEO,” and it was a great excuse to give diversity to each sister.

Plus, I loved their banter/interaction while cleaning the shipwreck, they felt natural and I wish we could have had more time with them.

Speaking of natural!

As a writer I was listening to the exposition, and in my opinion it was exceptionally well done, especially for the amount they crammed into the beginning. Some of it was on-the-nose, but that was restricted to Grimsby, Sebastian, and Ursula, and felt character appropriate in each context.

There was an eye for why the character is saying something - “Am I supposed to tell the Queen her son died, and on his birthday?”; “A shipwreck brought you to us, and now a shipwreck almost took you away, I can’t stand this anymore!”

I didn’t fee like making Eric an adopted orphan of the royal family was necessary, but I loved both Jonah’s and Noma Dumezweni’s performances enough that I accept the filmmakers wanting to justify things and they do tie it in to Eric’s expanded character.

And that is 👌👌👌 he’s so sweet and adorkable and they manage to make his longing to see the world beyond his island mesh with Ariel’s longing for the surface world without it feeling forced.

You see them shyly come together over their shared feelings of isolation and longing for something they’ve only been able to glimpse, not experience.

Turning the ideas that Ursula is King Triton’s sister and Ariel’s mother was killed by humans into not just canon, but pertinent plot points, was excellent.

I wish we could have known more about her mother, but can I say I’m glad it was never revealed Ursula was actually responsible? I suspected that when it was clear Ursula had been banished around the time of the death, but it works so much better than it really was just one human that traumatized King Triton, and him having to overcome his hatred of humanity as a whole despite his lose.

Ursula pulling out the “I’m your Aunt, ‘Daddy’ has hurt me so much by refusing to understand me, too” was genius.

It especially helped with the fact that Ariel was going to refuse to sacrifice her entire life (realism!!) only to give in because of her anger in a moment of spite towards her father (realism!!!), especially with seeing their relationship and knowing that Ariel’s fear of being enclosed under her father’s constant watch was probably accurate.

As a song, “For the First Time” isn’t particularly special.

Including Ariel actively doubting her decision to come to land? Brilliant.

The entire day out and “Kiss the Girl” sequence is perfection, fight me.

Grimsby being an active shipper on deck?? 😍

I personally prefer Eric being the one to steer the ship in the climatic fight, but the detail of Ariel steering it because she’d witnessed him trying to save the ship in the beginning was nice symmetry.

The animal companions were done very well in my opinion: Scuttle was better handled than in the animation to me, Sebastian was perfect and they did a great job humanizing his design with his eyes compared to previous outings, and Flounder was - there. With Max.

Almost feel you could have cut the last two out and lost nothing except babbling to Triton at the beginning, Eric coulda saved the shipboy at the beginning…

(And yes Flounder’s “realistic” design does not improve in context, fortunately he’s on screen less than the animated characters with charisma)

I love the expansion of the prejudices on both sides; I wish it had been better explored at the end, but Queen Selina’s speech to her son about how his feelings for Ariel despite her being a “sea creature” (her initial fearful reaction) was beautiful.

Brain’s trickling down, it was an early showing, but you get the point.

It’s well worth watching the movie, and I’m up for rambling if anyone else is! 😊

[mysticstarlightduck]

Songs and OC Ships Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag, @dancinginsepia!

Rules: write two to five songs from them that represent your ship between your ocs (it can be platonic or romantic or a secret third thing). then add a quote from said WIP (if possible!) underneath it.

Because there are many ships in my main WIP The Last Wrath, I'll go with my favorite ship from my second main WIP, Tales of Wilted Flowers.

Xarian/Lorelai - WIP Tales of Wilted Flowers

Set in the fictional world of Ravaryn, this book follows the story of a fae outlaw and a human adventurer in their quest to clear both their names and get their lives back, while fighting an ancient evil the kingdoms tried to ignore.

(This book is still very early in the drafting process, so I don't have as many quotes as I would like. There will be a full excerpt here tho!)

Willow - Taylor Swift (Bardcore Cover by Hildegard Von Blingin)

Xarian and Lorelai meet by accident (or what one could call fate), and that encounter leads them to the adventure of their lives while they slowly fall in love. Not only do some of the lyrics in this song really fit this context, but the overall fantasy theme of the cover music suits the ship!

King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men

They're a very supportive couple, who are always there for each other and ready to take a stand to protect the other should they need to - even if it means facing their worst fears. Throughout the story, they become each other's best friends, forming a bond that cannot be broken easily.

Wild Uncharted Waters - Jonah Hauer-King

I think this song fits their romance so well! They took a while in the story to actually confess to one another that they are in love, plus Xarian actively tried to hide his feelings in fear that being with him would put Lorelai in more danger - but eventually, they realize that they are stronger together than apart (plus it's in the moments where they're far from one another that they realize how much they need one another). I think this song fits that moment of realization.

The Tragedy of Julian and Rosaline (Raney Shockne ft. Alina Gingertail)

The story of Xarian and Lorelai almost ends in a tragedy, especially when their pasts come to haunt them both. Luckily they were able to prevent it - unlike the events of this song. Still, I think that this song perfectly encompasses the feeling of that bit of the story - when all seemed to go wrong - plus, it has a perfect fairy-tale romance style that this ship is all about.

My Demons - STARSET

Both of them have "demons" in their pasts that haunt them throughout the story. For Xarian it is his time as a captive of a cruel sorcerer for years in his backstory. For Lorelai, it is her family's secrets. Both of them help each other when their pasts come back to destroy their current lives. This song has the perfect vibe for this!

For the Dancing and the Dreaming - HTTYD Soundtrack (Cover by Peter Hollens)

What can I say? I am a huge fan of HTTYD, and this song is one of the most beautiful romantic songs I ever heard. I think that the lyrics are pretty self-explanatory, and fit Xarian and Lorelai's story beautifully!

Quote/Excerpt

[...] "I have spent so much time running, from my past and ... from myself. Running away that horrid fate he said was mine. At the time, everything seemed so clear, so linear, my revenge so close I could almost taste it."

Xarian paused, glancing up at the starry sky with a hand reached out, before scowling, frustrated as he crossed his arms over his chest. There was a nervous edge to his voice, which wasn't there before, almost sorrowful.

"But now... I don't know. I don't know exactly who I am, or where I'm going - or even if we're going to make it out of this alive without bloodshed. I don't want to feel that pain again."

Lorelai listened, head tilted as she tried to think up an answer. She walked closer to where he was leaning over the parapet, looping her arm around his.

"How about... we figure this out together? There are many things I don't know as well, and any of our fates couldn't be less certain than what they are today. Gods know I am not one to speak about how things are going to end up." She spoke, playfully twirling with a small ribbon of her hair, before turning to Xarian, who met her eyes, unsure. "But if there's one thing this adventure has taught me, is that we can do anything. If we do it together. What do you say?"

Lorelai looked at him as Xarian considered her words. For a moment, she was afraid he would say no, that he'd withdraw, trying to solve everything alone as if it befell him to shoulder the world. He always wanted to help others, but never himself. But then, he smiled - a happy, genuine smile.

"I would like that, my love," Xarian said, moving gently so that he could hold her closer. "That would be ... perfect. I'm new to this, but I trust you - more than I trust myself, sometimes. With you beside me, I'm sure we'll find out all those answers, or at least some of them" [...]

Tagging (gently): @writernopal @chauceryfairytales, @clairelsonao3, @elshells, @exquisitecrow, @cabbojage, @aziz-reads, @rickie-the-storyteller and OPEN TAG

[buffyfan145]

I finally got around to watching “Howards End” mostly for Joseph but also because I actually have been meaning to watch this for years but never found the time and totally got shocked seeing Jonah Hauer-King was also in this!!! :D I’ve not only been a fan of his for years too but he’s getting ready to play my very first character crush Prince Eric in Disney’s live-action “The Little Mermaid”. So just feel it’s come full circle now seeing my current fictional crush Eddie and my first Eric together in something. LOL

[meetmyothersouls]

How are you?

An old ask but I wanted to use it for my holiday fic.

They can Wait

Jonah Hauer-King x first person reader

Warnings: anxiety, sexual situations, not proofread

“You sure we’re not going to wake them?” Jonah whispers before we even set foot on my parents porch.

“No, definitely not.”

“Maybe we should get a hotel for the night.”

Our breath clouds in the crisp fall air, illuminated by the moon and the ruddy orange street lights that line my parents street. I’ve been living in England for the past few years with my boyfriend, Jonah. And tomorrow, or rather today is Thanksgiving.

“I already told my mom before we boarded in Chicago that we’d be in very late, Jonah. I promise they’re asleep and we won’t wake them. Trust me.”

Jonah stands by the car, his hands shoved in his pockets as he bounces on his heels, his usual tell that he’s nervous.

“What’s wrong, babe? You’ve met my parents before.”

“I don’t know,” he says with that adorable British accent.

“My parents love you, they’re excited to see you.” I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his puffy coat. “Come on let’s get inside and get warm and go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” he concedes, craning his neck down to give me a quick kiss.

I grab his hand and locate the key under the rock my parents have always hid it under and unlock the door. It’s dark in their house but I can smell the food my mom started cooking early.

“Come on up the stairs,” I whisper leading Jonah.

“I feel like a teenager sneaking into my girlfriends house while her parents sleep.”

I laugh quietly. “Well there’s a few things wrong with that statement. Number one we aren’t teenagers and number 2 my parents are very aware of your being here.”

“I’m sleeping with you, right?” Jonah asks as we round the corner to my room.

“Unless you wanna go sleep with my parents?” I tease. “Yes of course you’re sleeping with me.”

“You’re parents won’t find it…unsavory that we’re sleeping together? Like in the same bed?” Jonah asks shutting my door as quietly as possible to my room.

I throw my bags onto my old bed and turn to face him. “Jonah, they’re pretty much aware that we’re together and have been for well over a year now. We’re also both adults and not 17. I think they’d find it odd if we didn’t sleep in the same bed.” I slide my shoes off. “Why are you so nervous?”

“I dunno,” Jonah runs a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I think I’m just a bit jittery from the plane.”

I walk over to him and slide my hands up his shirt. He tenses immediately. “Why don’t we take this off then and get you into bed so you can relax.”

“Y/n…” Jonah whispers. “Maybe I should sleep with clothes on.”

I arch an eyebrow at him. “You never sleep with a shirt on…at this point I don’t want you to sleep with a shirt on.” I roll my eyes. “Just relax, Jonah.” I stand in my tip toes and kiss him. I press my lips against his and automatically I want more. I open my mouth to deepen the kiss but Jonah stops me.

“What?” I whisper.

“You know what that kind of kiss leads to.”

“Yeah…and?”

“We can’t have sex in your parents house!”

I scoff and change into my oversized shirt I always sleep in, and crawl into the bed. I’m too lazy to brush my teeth I just need sleep. The jet lag is going to hit me hard tomorrow. Jonah enters the bathroom that connects to my room and I hear the faucet turn on and the toilet flush. Eventually, he crawls into bed with me and I’m happy when I feel that he decided to take his shirt off. He pulls me into him, and scoots against me, his arm holding me as he laces his fingers with mine.

“I love you,” he whispers.

I start to turn in the bed and be loosens his grip on me so he can hold me the whole time.

“I love you too.”

The next morning, I wake up and Jonah is already out of the bed. I’m shocked to see that he’s not even in the bathroom. I hear laughter downstairs and head in that direction. The smell of coffee hits me as soon as I open the door. I throw on the jeans I had on yesterday and throw my hair up into a messy ponytail.

I make my way downstairs hearing more laughter and…I’m pretty sure that’s Jonah talking.

“No see in England, we call them ‘indicators’.”

“Indicators?” My dad says and laughs. “Well I’ll be damned.”

I make my way down the last step and somehow draw both their attention to me.

“Good morning darling,” Jonah says from the sofa next to my dad.

My dad gets up and holds out his arms. “Y/n!” He pulls me into a tight hug and kisses the top of my head. “Nice guy you’ve got here,” he says to me.

“Yeah I like him a little.”

He lets me go and Jonah’s arm is already outstretched on the sofa for me to sit in front of.

“How’d this happen?” I whisper to him before kissing his lips quickly.

“What?”

“You being all chummy with my dad. Last night you were nervous wreck.”

My dad laughs loudly from the kitchen as he pours 2 cups of coffee. He sets mine down and sits on the recliner across from us. “You should have seen him this morning. He was looking for the shower and walked straight into mine and your mom’s room. Only thing was I was headed out so we smacked right into each other!”

Jonah laughs and shakes his head sheepishly.

“And me, totally forgetting you and your boyfriend would be here, I almost killed the guy! Had him in a headlock and all!”

“Oh my god, dad!”

“Luckily your mom saved him. Reminded me you and your boyfriend were probably here…I almost crushed his windpipe.”

I look at my dad mouth wide open and can’t help but laugh. “Jesus, dad.”

“Hey I may be old but your old man can still kick some ass…even if he is 6’1 and 20 years younger than me.”

My dad gets back up and goes back into the kitchen. “Jonah… you should have woke me up…”

“It’s fine really, I think he likes me.”

“He almost killed you.”

“But he likes me! And your mom said I was handsome,” Jonah blushes.

The rest of the holiday played out perfectly. My parents both love Jonah and asked us to extend our stay through the rest of the weekend. Jonah immediately said yes without even talking to me first.

My parents to go bed early and Jonah and I are washing up the dishes before we head to bed ourselves. I’m elbow deep in dish water when I feel Jonah directly behind me. He wraps his arms around the front of my body and pulls me back against him. His lips go to my neck and he’s kissing me so softly.

“Jonah…”

“What?” He says against my neck. His breath tickles my skin.

“You’re supposed to be drying the dishes,” I whisper this because his hand travels down my stomach then down my pants. My back arches into him as I feel his fingers against my panties.

Jonah hums into my neck. “Can’t focus on that right now.” His finger slips into my underwear and straight to my clit. “Already so wet for me,” Jonah whispers.

I shudder at the immediate pleasure that radiates through my body. My hands grip the counter as he traces delicate circles against my clit. My breath comes out in quick spurts and I desperately want to move my hips with the rhythm of his finger, but I know that’ll send me over the edge. I grab his wrist and pull his hand out of my pants. I turn to face him before he has a chance to protest. My eyes immediately go down to the evident bulge in his pants. It takes everything out of me not to get on my knees and suck him off. I can’t not here in the kitchen.

“Last night you were too worried to kiss me and now you’re fingering me in my parents kitchen?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I didn’t think you’d mind,” Jonah smirks.

He’s got me there. I want more.

“What’s gotten into you? I’m not complaining I’m just curious.”

“I think I was just so anxious I couldn’t focus on anything else than being anxious. Now all that is gone I’m just really…really-”

Cutting him off, I grab Jonah’s hand and lead him upstairs.

“What about the dishes?” He asks now whispering as we pass my parents bedroom.

“They can wait.”

Tags: @danielabetancourth @luna2034 @wandamaximoffbaewrites @twinkledinkleg-blog @justagirlwholovedtoread @nonsensical-nonsence @paramorelvrr @thedonswife13 @miniemonie2001 1 1 @jonahhauer-kingg @crazyyynyyyy

[meetmyothersouls]

yes okay Jonah hauer king coming your way!

What about an little fluff fic, coming home after a hard stressful day at work, and you’ve cooked a lovely meal for the both of you (wine included) and all Jonah wants is to cuddle and relax

I’m so happy to be making content for Jonah as well!

Bed

Warnings: fluff, kissing, neck kissing

Domestic life with Jonah fell into place nicely and actually quite easily. You were worried that his newly heightened fame would put pressure on your relationship, but it actually did the opposite, the two of you were closer than ever. You still got butterflies even thinking about Jonah.

After all The Little Mermaid buzz had calmed down, Jonah was finally going to have some down time, maybe even a little mini “vacation” before his next project started. You decided to kick it all off with a nice home made dinner. You chose to make the lasagna recipe you got from your grandma; a recipe that had proven to be Jonah’s favorite over the last few years and since he wasn’t due home for a few hours, you had just enough time to make it.

After a good forty-five minutes of prep and assembly, the lasagna was finally in the oven. You set the table complete with the ‘nice candles’ for ambiance, and turned to the wine rack to get his favorite bottle, of course placed all the way at the top where only Jonah’s six foot stature could reach. You stood on your top toes, but your fingers barely grazed the bottle.

“Need some help with that?” Jonah asked, startling you directly into the wine rack. “Whoa!” He laughed as he steadied you and the wine rack. You turn around and look up at him as he flashes you his sweet smile.

“You’re early,” you said to him, placing your palm to his chest and standing on your tip toes, this time to kiss him.

“Caught an earlier flight to get back to you sooner,” Jonah replied, barely taking his lips off yours to do so. “And now, all I wanna do is get you to bed.”

You melted into his body as his hands braced your back and pressed you into him. He kissed you deeper, groaning as you pulled away. “Beddd,” Jonah whined.

“But I made us dinner,” you whined back. “Don’t you want to eat first?”

“Mmm, what if we ate it in the morning?” He asked.

You laughed against his lips just as the oven beeped three times. “It’s lasagna, Jonah.”

You took the dish out of the oven and placed it on a couple of pot holders to avoid scorching the counter tops.

“Well I guess I can make an exception for that,” Jonah said, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He placed a gentle kiss on your neck, almost making you change your mind. “But, as soon as we’re done I want you in our bed for the next…I dunno…eight days at least.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said.

And it really did.

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[meetmyothersouls]

When is the next part of bty coming out?

Jonah’s POV

After the events of tonight, I’m half expecting y/n to try and slide back into the floor, but she doesn’t. She’s a little embarrassed but I am trying so hard not to pin her down to the bed and make love to her over and over. Those little sounds she makes…dammit they drive me crazy. But I can’t mess this up, so when she lays down and flips on her side, her back to me, I let her be. She’s cracking and I’m praying the more she cracks the more her memory might as well.

I lay on my back and attempt sleep, but it never comes. Y/n’s deep and steady breathing tells me she’s long gone. Good. I reach my hand out and put it on her shoulder and gently run it down the length of her body. She’s heavenly. And she’s mine, whether or not she’s accepted it yet. I’m not giving her up and definitely not to Jorge.

My mind goes back to the story I shared with y/n about how we met, and I recall in crystal clear detail those few weeks in New York and how Jorge had her first. I climb out of bed, and look out the window of our hotel. The snow plows have not made their way down here yet so any plans of meeting Jorge and Haven at the cabin tomorrow are out the window. I look back over and y/n is still heavily asleep. I decide to make my way down to the library.

It takes me a bit, but I find it and place myself in a small desk in the very back. I don’t know why I came down here but I find a notebook and almost instinctively pull it out. There’s a pen already inside of it. So I write what’s on my mind. I write about that day and the weeks that followed.

Back to You

Chapter 9.5

2015

“Let’s go, mate!” Jorge yelled as I fell behind a group of people in a busy street in New York City. It was crowded, a lot more than I remember it being the last time my family and I took a trip to New York. Maybe it was because it was “spring break” or maybe it was because it’s New York. I’m tall enough to see over the crowd in front of me and and I caught Jorge turning the corner like he knows the terrain well enough.

I stopped to try and let the crowd pass, but as I moved to the side, my phone slipped out of my hand and smacked onto the concrete. I rolled my eyes, dreading to see the damage. None. Thank fuck. I made a move to stand back up but don’t even make it all the way when someone slammed directly into the front of my body. The impact of this persons body was enough to cause me to stumble back into several people, one of whom shoved me to the side. I was finally out of the way of foot traffic and caught a glimpse of the woman who ran into me.

She was still on the ground, her long hair touching the concrete as she picked up loose papers that fell out of a folder. She hadn’t looked at me yet but I stood there staring until she did. I smiled at her but got a glare back. And what a gorgeous, heart stopping glare it was.

“A little help?” She shouted over the new crowd of people stepping on her papers and kicking her cup of coffee.

I moved through bodies and made my way to her, kneeling down to help her pick up the now totally destroyed papers.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, “I-”

“What the fuck were you doing?!” She yelled back at me.

“I-”

“Who the fuck kneels down in middle of the sidewalk in New York City?” She looked down at her watch. “Fuck I’m so screwed.”

“I dropped my phone,” I said, like a total idiot.

“Huh?” She had to look up at me even as we were both kneeling.

“That’s why I was bent over.”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, scraping up a piece of paper and attempting to wipe off the coffee that coated it.

I handed the last paper over to her as we both stood up. “I hope these weren’t too important.”

She yanked it from me, tearing it in the process. “They were.” She shoved past me and I moved my body to avoid another body slam.

“I never caught your name!”

In response she flipped me her middle finger without even turning around.

We got to where we were staying after a 15 minute walk. It was a four bedroom flat decorated quite nicely. It was clean, but you could tell it’s well loved and lived in.

“Hi!” A girl maybe about 22 years old pops out from the hallway and greets us. “My names Haven! We’re super excited to host you guys for your stay in America!”

Jorge and I each shook her hand. And she began showing us around. For a flat, it’s quite roomy surely she has a roommate.

“Is it just you who lives here?” I asked.

“My sister lives with me. She’ll be back tonight she has an important meeting at work she’s been stressing about. She’s pretty cool but spends most of her time reading or writing. Or somehow doing both. And here we are,” Haven said as she stopped in the hall. “These are our two spare bedrooms you guys pick which one you’d like. Make yourself at home! I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything!”

I smiled and nodded, still confused as to how this whole “hosting” situation worked. Almost like we were exchange students without the schooling. Jorge threw is bags onto the bed in one room, which left me with the other one. I tossed my bags into my room and caught a glimpse through the cracked door of the room next to mine. Curiosity getting the better of me, I nudged it open.

One wall was filled entire with tall black bookcases each one holding at least 100 books mainly thriller, horror and psychological. The last one housed books involving journalism and writing. The bed, also black, was still unmade and other than a few articles of clothing the floor was clean. I walked over to the desk and saw an open Mac computer, an old Starbucks cup with a name I couldn’t quite read scrawled onto the side. To the left of the computer was a picture frame holding a photo of two girls. Without thinking I grab the photo. One of the girls is Haven smiling widely next to none other than the girl from the street. I chuckled to myself. What were the odds?

“This is y/n’s room,” Haven said, standing in the doorway. “Don’t worry I won’t tell her you were in here. She’d lose her shit.”

“She already lost in on me earlier today,” I said putting the frame down.

“No way? You met her already?”

“Sort of. She was..”

“Mean?”

“I wouldn’t say-”

“No you can say it. She’s mean. Or..well she can be mean. Life hasn’t been too fair to her recently and she stopped taking her anxiety medication. It’s been rough. I’m sure she’ll warm up to you though.”

I spent most of that evening in my room, mainly out of sheer anxiety of y/n coming home and seeing the guy who wrecked her papers for her important meeting. But there was also a strange excitement I couldn’t place. Even though she was angry and me the entire time, I was enamored by her.

But she never came in. I fell asleep around 9pm, the jet lag of it all getting to me. But a sound in the early morning hours woke me from my sleep. The door slammed and I heard what sounded like keys drop to the floor.

A frustrated groan and a thump on the wall close to my door.

“Fuckkk,” I heard a girls voice slur.

She used the wall for leverage helping her into her room and then the door next to mine slammed shut. Moments later it opened and I heard unsteady foot steps quickly make their way to the bathroom. Then that door slammed. It was quiet for a moment followed by a series of loud crashes. I jumped up from my bed and made my way to the door. Do I go check on her?

I took a few moments to think on it then ultimately decided to see if she was okay. The bathroom door was still shut but I could see the light shining from underneath the door. I knocked on it.

Nothing.

I knocked again.

When I was greeted with no answer my hand went to the door knob. I didn’t even get a chance to twist before it swung open.

She was drunk. Shit faced. Her hair was a mess, her eyeliner and mascara was smeared all over her face, and running like she had been crying. Even then she was still beautiful.

“Whoa,” she said as she swayed in the door way, still not making eye contact with me. She used the door frame for support and finally looked up at me. She stared at me for a few long moments when the realization hit.

“What the FUCK?!”

“I wanted to see if you were okay!” I put my hands up.

“How the fuck did you get in my apartment!?” She was now armed with a can of air freshener pointing it in my face.

Jorge and Haven’s door swung open.

“We’re staying here!”

“We!?” She screamed. “Haven?!”

“Everyone calm down!” Haven yelled as she put her body in between mine and y/n’s. “Y/n, drop the febreeze!”

“What the fuck is going on!”

“I told you, we were going to be hosting a few guys from England while they were on holiday.”

“Holiday?” Y/n scoffed and stumbled. “There’s no holidays coming up.”

“They’re on vacation. Y/n, are you drunk?” Haven questioned.

“Yes!”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s not funny!” Y/n, said and I did my best to drop it. “You’re the reason I got fired!”

“Wait what?” I said, now more concerned.

“You got fired?!” Haven said. “And Jonah caused it?”

“Jonah! That’s your name! Well Jonah, thanks to you and our little run in on the street today, I was 45 minutes late for my meeting and had no papers to present and I got fired! Everyone say thank you to Jonah!”

I stood there dumbfounded. Jorge started laughing.

“You think it’s funny?” Y/n said, now heading over to Jorge.

“Kinda,” Jorge said.

Y/n stood there, staring at Jorge and he stared back. I knew that look Jorge was giving her and I instantly felt possessive over her even though I had no right to be. And she definitely wouldn’t have anything to do with me now that I got her fired.

“Can we just…start from the beginning here? What happened?” Haven said, pulling y/n into the living room.

Y/n flopped onto the couch her long, messy hair fluttering around her.

“I was late for work.”

“You’re always late,” Haven pointed out.

“Not the point! I was super late for work. And this dude was bent over on the sidewalk while I was running to work. And I slammed right into him when he stood up.”

“I dropped my phone.”

Y/n shot me a similar glare from this morning.

“My coffee fell and-”

“You were late and still stopped for coffee?”

“Haven!”

Haven raised her hands defensively.

“My coffee fell and all my papers I stayed up all night preparing were everywhere covered in coffee and I just…I didn’t have anything to present at the meeting because I left my fucking laptop at home and I got FIRED!”

We were all silent. I pretended not to notice Jorge’s hand go to y/n’s back. When she didn’t protest, he sat down next her and she leaned into him.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.”

“Let me help you to bed,” Jorge said gently to y/n. I fought the urge not to punch him in the throat. Jorge supported y/n as he walked with her to her room and shut the door.

I turn my attention back to Haven. “Maybe we should get a hotel?” I asked.

“No! No don’t worry, it’s all going to be okay. It’ll blow over.”

“She got fired though.”

“Seriously she’s got dozens of journalism jobs lined up. She’s one of the best in the state. She was going to get fired from this one anyway. Her attendance was terrible. Seriously don’t worry about. Go back to bed she’ll be fine in the morning.”

But the next morning she was gone and so was Jorge. They came back together around dinner time laughing, Jorge’s arm around y/n as she hugged him.

“You two are getting on well,” I said, trying my best not to sound bitter.

“I showed Jorge the Empire State Building,” y/n said.

“You should have come, Jonah,” Jorge said, knowing that was our plan originally.

“Next time.”

That wasn’t their first outing, either by the end of the first week, Jorge and y/n had spent most of their time together. I wasn’t surprised when the second week followed a similar path.

I tagged a long on some of the events, but to avoid looking and feeling like a third wheel, I did most of these things by myself.

I couldn’t even be mad at y/n, I fucked up. I didn’t blame her for not taking a liking to me. I was mad at Jorge for abandoning me.

The end of our holiday came quickly, I started packing my bags the night before, always waiting until the last minute, when I heard shouting coming from y/n’s room, followed by Jorge’s door slamming shut. I would have let it go, but I heard crying, and that I couldn’t ignore.

I opened my door to find y/n’s open. I stood in the door way and knocked lightly on her door.

“Hey.”

She looked up at me with bloodshot eyes and a bright pink nose. She sniffled and wiped her eyes quickly as if embarrassed to be seen crying.

“You okay?”

“Do I look okay?” She asked, her nose stuffy.

“Mind if I ask what happened?”

“Your friend is a major asshole.”

“Jorge? Yeah tell me about it.” I had to keep this going. She was actually talking to me. “Need me to beat him up for you?

She laughed. Laughed.

“Because I will,” I added.

“No you won’t,” she smiled.

“No really I would.”

“That’d be great yeah.” Y/n wiped her nose with the sleeve of her shirt. She’s silent for a moment and then sighed her eyes filling with tears again. “I should apologize to you.”

“Please don’t. I royally fucked up. I got you fired.”

“I was on the way out anyway, being 45 minutes late was the icing on the cake for them. But I was such a bitch to you. I’m sorry, Jonah.”

My name on her lips made my heart fall into my stomach. I couldn’t believe I was leaving the next day and I finally got her to talk to me. I had to make this work.

“Well maybe you can make it up to me,” I said.

“Okay,” she smiled, “how?”

“Let me take you out to dinner.”

“Like a date?”

“Why not?”

She was silent, almost thinking of a reason to say no. “Don’t you have to catch a plane early tomorrow.”

“That’s tomorrow.”

She bit her lip. “It’s 9:30.”

“So it is.”

She shook her head and flipped her hair. “Let me get dressed.”

An hour later we were seated at a pizza place 15 minutes from her apartment. We talked. Actually talked. About everything. She told me how she hates taxis and loves reading. And I told her how passionate I am about ice cream and how I hate public speaking even though I’m going to school for acting. She talked to me about her depression and her anxieties and I listened. And I think she needed that.

We stayed in the restaurant until they kicked us out. Then we walked. She sighed as we came up to a bench. She sat down and looked up at the moon.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“I wish I would have spent these last two weeks with you instead of Jorge.”

“Me too,” I admitted to her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t apologize to me anymore. It’s not allowed. You are banned from apologizing,” I smiled as I sat down next to her. She turned her body to face me and I’m not sure if she meant to do it but when she put her hand on top of mine I grabbed it and held it.

She smiled. “I’m…..”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Soooorrr-”

“Y/n,” I warned.

She almost finished her apology but I placed my lips on hers, preventing her from doing so. Gently, her lips fell into a rhythm with mine and we kissed, slowly picking up speed as it went on. We could have sat there for hours kissing but when the sprinklers came on, we jumped up. Soaked, we ran back to her apartment, kissing on and off the entire way.

She shut the door softly as to not wake Jorge or Haven, and pulled me by my hand into her room. She pulled off my wet shirt and I helped her out of hers.

“I’m cold,” she said and walked over to her bed. She slid over on the bed and reached out for me. I climbed into her bed with her and she kissed me again. Kissing led to touching, our touching led to exploring until we found ourselves gloriously wrapped up in each other. I can safely say that anything before that was just sex. This was different.

I’m not sure what time it was before we fell asleep, but the last thing she said to me was, “I don’t want you to go.”

So I didn’t.

I heard my alarms go off.

I heard Jorge pounding on the door. Then I heard him leave. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave her.

She woke up and to me awake next to her, my hand lightly stroking her body. And she smiled at me. And I knew right then and there that I was going to spend the rest of my life with her.

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Back to You

Jonah Hauer-King x first person reader

Warnings: Sexual situation, tension, not proof read

Chapter 9

I'm getting better at reading Jonah's facial expressions, but the one he has on his face when he turns around is hard to read. He thanks the man that knocked on our door and slowly shuts it. He stays turned around for a few moments, a few too long because I'm automatically suspicious. Then he turns and I see his face. Maybe it' a mixture of anxiety, fear...disappointment? His eyes find mine.

"What's going on?" I ask, but it's so quiet, I'm not sure he can hear me.

He stares at me a moment longer and I not only see but feel his eyes on me. I watch them travel down my body, lingering on my chest, before they snap back up to mine. I pull my knees up to my chest because it's so fucking cold in here.

"Let's get you on the bed, y/n, you've been on the floor too long. It'll be warmer up there."

"Answer me," I say as he steps over to and grabs my hand. It takes nothing for him to pull me up. I was comfortable on the floor. "What's going on? What did that guy say?"

"Who Harold?"

"I guess? What did he say?" Jonah's pulling me to the bed, but I yank my hand from his. "If this is going to work, we need communication. I'm not sure how things worked before-" I point to my head "-this, but I need you to talk to me."

Jonah smiles, "This? You're saying there's a 'this'?"

"Jonah," I warn.

"There's been quite a snowstorm apparently." Jonah walks over to the window and pulls down the blinds to peek through. "Shit. I can't even see the car."

I join him by the window and he's right. The ground is covered in white as far as the eye can see. "So, we can't leave," I finish for him.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

I turn to face him, but he's already beside me. I look up at him and I get that overwhelming urge again. The one my body...and maybe now my mind...can't seem to shake when I'm near him. "What are you apologizing for?"

"I wanted this to be special for you, even if you can't remember it. It's our anniversary tonight. I was hoping that maybe..."

"I know," I whisper back sympathetically.

"I miss you so much," Jonah says and my heart breaks for him. "And I know you're right here. And you are still the same beautiful, sweet girl I fell in love with but..."

"But I'm not," I finish for him again. God, I want to be. I snake my arms around his waist and pull myself into him. "I'm so sorry." His arms find their way around me and he holds me tightly. His body pressed against mine feels so amazing. My heart and stomach flip like they normally do when I'm falling for someone.

"What are you apologizing for?" He asks now.

It's still dark and the sun doesn't look like it'll be making an appearance today. I look up at him again. "I feel bad...I feel empty." I drop my grip from around Jonah's waist and I climb onto to the bed. It's not much warmer up here, but it's better than the floor. Jonah stands by the window still, looking over at me with his shoulder against the wall. He crosses his arms, and he's fucking beautiful there. It takes everything out of me not to beg him to crawl on top of me and fuck me until I remember him, but I can't. Not yet.

"You've nothing to feel bad about, y/n. None of this is your fault."

"I feel bad because there should be no questions. There shouldn't be any reason that I don't just listen to you talk about our past, nod my head and be your wife again. It just feels so empty without all those memories. It feels like I need to do it all over again."

Jonah nods and walks over to the bed; he sits on the side and the mattress dips with his weight. God, I want that weight on me.

"Then let's do it all over again."

"What?"

"Let's do it all over again. We've got the rest of the month until you make your decision on whether or not you want to go back to the States." Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that. "By the way when you have an update on that I'd love to hear it." He winks.

I roll my eyes, but don't say anything.

"But for now, I think we should focus on staying warm, hmm?"

By night fall I'm miserable. No matter what I do I can't get warm. The radiator in the room is frozen solid...with actual ice. There's no power, so no lights, but Harold was nice enough to bring us about 25 candles to light the room. Jonah left the room to request more blankets before we go to bed for the night, which leaves me alone and frozen.

A phone rings from across the room. Mine died a few hours ago and the room phone doesn't work, so it has to be Jonah's. I let it ring. On the sixth ring I realize it might not be a bad idea to answer it, maybe someone is looking for him or us and doesn't know we're stuck here. I hop off of the bed, but by the time I make it to Jonah's bag it stops. A second later a notification chimes. It's a voicemail from Jorge.

I open it and put the phone to my ear. Jorge is with Haven after all, I justify to myself.

Hey, fucker, It's Jorge. Just wondering when you're going to get arse over here. Or have you decided to keep her all to yourself? You know that's not fuckin' fair, mate. You know she should have a choice.

The message clicks shut and I'm more confused than ever. What the fuck does that even mean?

Jonah walks in and I don't even pretend that I wasn't on his phone. He looks over at the bed and doesn't see me and immediately scans the room. His eyes find my quickly. "Got the blankets," he says, not even caring that I have his phone.

"You got a phone call."

"Oh? Who was it? What'd they say?" Jonah asks as he's spreading out the blankets on the bed.

"It was Jorge. He left a voicemail."

Jonah spins around, worry etched into his face. "What did he have to say?"

I had him the phone and he listens to the voicemail.

"Did you listen to it?" He asks when it finishes playing.

"Yes." No point in lying.

"Y/n..."

"Jonah what is going on? 'Keeping her to yourself'? What am I some sort of game to you?"

"What? No! Let me explain."

"Just when I was starting to feel safe around you and trust and you and...fucking fall for you...Is this a game to you?"

"Y/n, please there's a logical explanation for it all! If you'd just let me-"

"No. I'm not interested in anything you have to say or your stupid little game you've got going on with Jorge. I'm going to bed. Please don't talk to me. Don't touch me."

I crawl into the bed because I'm damn sure not sleeping on the floor tonight. The blankets Jonah brought in offer little help, but it's better than nothing. I was really looking forward to cuddling against him, kissing him, touching him, but he ruined it. He ruined all the progress we made.

"Where do you want me to sleep?" He asks softly.

"I don't care."

He pulls a pillow from the bed, and a single blanket from the stack that he brought in and lays on the floor. I turn over, because if I look at him for even a second, I'll beg him to get on the bed with me. It's so fucking cold I almost ask him for my own selfishness. I curl my knees up to my chest and attempt to sleep.

I must doze off for at least a few hours because when I wake up the candles have burned out and I'm shivering something fierce. Jonah's up and he's looking outside. He turns and walks toward the bed...toward me. His hand goes to my face, and before I pull away, set on not having him touch me. He's scooting me over on the bed.

"Don't-"

"Y/n, you're ice cold. Your skin is frozen. Your teeth are chattering so badly, I'm shocked you haven't broken one. You can hate me if you want, shit you can get on a plane tomorrow and leave if that's what you want to do. But tonight, I'm getting in this bed with you and I'm keeping you warm."

I groan and scoot over. Before he crawls in, he slides his shirt off and his sweatpants. Before I have a chance to say anything at all he's on his side and he grabs me, pulling me so close to him I can feel every outline on his body.

"Before you say anything, you'll be warmer faster with the less clothes you have on."

I'd love to argue with his logic, but I'm immediately relaxed due to his warmth. Reluctantly, I drape my arm over his side. I hike my leg up over his and pull myself even closer.

"I'm still pissed at you...but god, you're so warm," I down right moan.

"Y/n..."

"What?"

"If you're not wanting to feel even more of me...you're going to have to stop that."

"Stop what?" I can't help it.

"...Moaning like that."

For a moment, I slip out of his grasp. He looks at me, puzzled, but when I peel off my shirt and my shorts, his eyes go wide.

"Y/n-"

"What?"

"You are killing me."

"You said we'd be even warmer with no clothes on."

"I know but I didn't think-"

I lay back into him and he puts his arms around me. One of my legs go between his so my panties are resting just on his leg, and his leg is pressing right up against me. He doesn't say anything else as I get comfortable. I hear him swallow. His fingers lightly tracing my back.

I let out a small moan again.

"Y/n..."

"Tell me what that voicemail was about."

"What?"

"The voicemail. You said there was an explanation. I'd like to hear it."

"Right now?"

"Yes, Jonah, right now."

He sighs, and scoots back a little so he can look at me. "You and Jorge had a...a fling once. It was before we were together. But, Jorge and I went to New York in 2015. That's where we met you and Haven. Funnily enough, you and Jorge hit it off immediately. You didn't care for me too much."

Wow. I'm stunned.

"The fling between you and Jorge...well that's all it was, was a fling. I'm not sure if you slept together, I never cared to ask, but he was still hung up on you and you didn't want to be with him anymore. The day before we left back to London, I asked you out to dinner, and you said yes...though at the time I think it was just to make Jorge jealous, but by the end of the night...you liked me." Jonah smiles and looks at me like I'm his most favorite memory. "We slept together that night...I missed my flight the next day and stayed two more weeks with you, which was just enough time for you to book a flight back with me. We haven't been apart since then."

I'm so pissed. So pissed that I can't remember any of that. He could be lying to my face for all I know, but he tells the story so seamlessly it has to be true.

"So," Jonah continues, "when Jorge found out you lost your memory...well, I guess he's using it as a means of getting you back."

I think back to when I found Jorge and Jonah whispering to each other in the library in Jonah's house.

"Which I mean...if you want to hang out with Jorge some to see if maybe you'd rather be with him then I guess I have to let you but-"

I cut him off. I'm such a fucking bitch, I can't believe this man even still loves me. I crash my lips into his and Jonah groans into my mouth. My tongue quickly finds his and they swirl against each other, fighting for dominance. Jonah wins, and that's fine. I want him to.

"I'm sorry," I whisper against his mouth when we break for air.

"Don't be," Jonah responds quickly pulling me back to his mouth.

I'm painfully aware of Jonah's thigh pressed against my pussy, and how wet he's making me. It's taking everything out of me not to use him for pleasure.

"Go on..." Jonah whispers, as if reading my mind.

"Wh-what?"

"I feel you, go on."

"I don't know-"

Jonah smirks at me, and it's so fucking hot I lean in to kiss him again. He kisses me back for just a second before speaking. "I know you want to make yourself feel good. I'm right here." He kisses me quickly. "Use me," he whispers.

"Jonah," I moan.

His lips go to my neck and he kisses me so gently it makes me weak. He slides a hand down my back, down my side and it lands on my hip. He moves it for me, and my wet center slides against his thigh. I moan softly. The friction from my panties partnered with his leg is just...heaven right now.

"Such a pretty sound..." Jonah whispers against my neck. "God I've missed that sound...do it again for me."

Shamelessly, I grind against his thigh and moan again for him. It feels so good. His voice...his praising. Good lord that alone might be enough to bring me to my knees for him.

"Good girl," Jonah purrs. "Such a good girl."

"Ahhh," I shudder.

"See that's another thing, darling," Jonah says before kissing me passionately. He breaks the kiss when he feels me shudder against his leg. I moan, softly but it's long and drawn out as I come against his leg. "I know everything that turns you on. All your tells, all your sounds. I know how to get you going without even trying."

I'm not cold anymore as I pull away from Jonah's thigh. I'm sweating.

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Back to you 8:

Back to You

Jonah Hauer-King x first person reader

Warnings: kissing, sexual situation, feeling overwhelmed, not proof read

Chapter 8

I wake up and it’s colder than I remember. But the cold doesn’t penetrate very deep. I’m wrapped up in arms, not blankets. My legs are tangled with another’s and not sheets. I open my eyes and I find myself pressed against Jonah’s chest. He’s laying on his side, facing me. His breaths are deep, steady and even. It’s still dark out and we’re both asleep on the floor, which I would normally be opposed to, but somehow these cold, hardwood floors seem more forgiving with you’re lying on them with someone who cares about you. I attempt to adjust my body, not looking forward to the repositioning of my limbs, but as soon as I inch away from Jonah he pulls me back against him. He wants me even in his sleep. I can’t remember having that…ever. There was that one guy that really wanted me at some point. I just can’t put my finger on who it was. But never someone who just no matter what…wanted me. Needed me.

Jonah groans in his sleep, followed by the lightest faintest snore that makes me smile. His arm is draped over my hip, just like I didn’t want to happen. But currently, I can’t find myself mad at it. I let it stay there. I close my eyes and attempt to go back to sleep but I’m suddenly too aware of his body against mine. And how it feels. I’m not hating it. Maybe it’s because I’ve haven’t been touched by someone…well that I can recollect, in a long, long time. Then I start to wonder. Would it be wrong just to have fun with Jonah? Would it be wrong to let him touch me and love me, even if I’d not fully love him back. Even if I’m not sure about my feelings or what I want. I’ve not decided anything yet. I’m still testing the waters…so what if I just…

I press my lips gently against his neck. I feel him swallow hard, but judging by his still steady breaths, he isn’t awake yet. He’s wearing one of those thin white tank tops, the ones that men wear under shirts. I smile as I skillfully move my hand under it and feel the ripples and grooves of his abs against my fingertips. Something tells me he probably sleeps in just boxers, but he remained clothed in an effort to keep me comfortable. It’s a shame, because I’d really like to see him right now. My mind is wondering to dangerous territory. I kiss Jonah’s neck again. And this time he lets out the softest moan. It’s a beautiful sound. But maybe I should stop.

I start to slide my hand out from under his shirt when Jonah places his hand on top of mine. I’ve been caught. I feel my face growing hot and I can’t hide the embarrassment. My eyes snap up to his and he’s looking right at me.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be touching you. I-”

Then, without a warning, his lips are on mine, kissing me deep and passionately. Any thoughts I had previously have been wiped away. There’s nothing but this kiss we’re sharing right now. Jonah’s tongue swipes against my bottom lip and I open my mouth wider to let him in. Our tongues slide against each others, tasting each other. I can’t remember the last time I’ve kissed someone like this…if I’ve ever kissed someone like this. All I know is that this seems very practiced. Like a dance. Every move he does is bliss. Before I realize what I’m doing, my back is flat against the floor and Jonah is on top of me, the pressure of his and fit of his body seemingly perfect against mine.

There’s a knock against our door. We pull away from each other breathless. The only light illuminating Jonah’s face is the the soft light of the moon peeking through the hotel curtains. When the knock doesn’t sound again, his lips crash back into mine. We move against each other in perfect unison and I wonder if this is the passion we shared previously.

I let my legs fall open, needing him as close to me as possible. His hand goes down to my thigh, and he pulls my leg up, and when he does I can feel him. Every clothed inch of him. And suddenly, it’s too much. I press my hand against this chest and push lightly. Immediately Jonah stops.

“What is it?” He asks. “What’s wrong?”

It’s only then that I can see his breath clouding in front of him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s too much. It’s too fast.”

He closes his eyes and he doesn’t so much as sigh or drop his head to let me know he’s disappointed. But I know he is. I never should have touched him.

Jonah gets up but doesn’t say anything. He walks to the bathroom in the room. The door closes and the light flips on. Fuck. He’s really mad this time. The toilet flushes, the water from the faucet turns on then off. Then he’s back out. Instead of joining me on the floor he sits on the bed. I sit up on the floor, looking up at him. I feel like a stupid child.

“Are you mad at me?” I ask.

“Of course not,” Jonah says, his soft British accent melting my heart all over again. “I should be the one apologizing to you, I pounced on you without a word. I never should have moved that quickly without talking to you first,” Jonah sighs, running a hand through his now messy hair. The sun hasn’t come up yet but the bluish hue in the room is brighter than before. “I was just caught up in the moment. It felt so familiar to have you like that. Touching me, kissing my neck in the middle of the night. I reacted before I thought better if it. I am sorry, y/n.”

He’s too kind. Way too kind. How did I ever land a man like this. I realize maybe this is why I fell in love with him in the first place.

Jonah’s POV:

I’m desperately trying to catch my breath. Even speaking to her leaves me breathless. It’s taking everything out of me to not pin her back down on the floor as she sits down look up at me. She’s getting back that look in her eyes that she always used to have. That unmistakable look of love that she always had when I was around. It’s coming back. She’s coming back to me. And as hard as it is, I just have to keep being patient. I can’t lose my cool again like that.

“The kissing was nice,” y/n says in a soft voice from the floor. She’s wrapping up in a blanket, and I realize how cold it is in the room.

“It was very nice,” I agree. I ready over and touch the heater in the room. It’s ice cold.

“It’s so cold in here,” she says, changing the subject.

Before I have the chance to respond, there’s another knock on the door. I get up, throwing on my sweater from yesterday. I crack the door open and I’m greeted by an older man. He’s donned in a sleeping cap, a robe and some house slippers. It’s almost humorous.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

“Hello,” the man says. “I’m Harold, I’m sorry to wake you sir, but there seems to be an outage in the area. Not heat, no power.”

“Ah well, we’re leaving in a few hours anyway.”

“Well I’m afraid that won’t be possible, my boy.”

“Why not?” I ask, my confused look most likely evident.

“We’re snowed in.”

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Jonah imagines plssss? Literally anything I beg

Here’s a short one to get y’all prepared for the real Jonah smut I have up my sleeve.

Other Things

Warnings: implied smut, kissing

You’re breathless as Jonah moves from your lips down to your neck. The light kisses he peppers make your heart race. And the way he softly sucks in the tender skin makes you moan.

“Too much?” Jonah whispers, his head popping up so he can make eye contact with you. His body is against yours, pressing you firmly into the mattress. He’s so tall, that these intimate moments with him are the only time you get to be eye to eye with him.

“Hmm?” You ask.

“Is it too much?”

You can’t help but laugh. “Jonah, we’ve had sex dozens of times at this point. When are you going to stop worrying?” You shift your body, throwing all do your weight into him. Jonah lays on his back as you straddle his waist. You lean in to kiss him and the movement against his hips makes him buck against you. He’s biting his lip just before he takes your mouth in a kiss that makes your thighs weak.

It isn’t until you break this kiss that he responds, “never. I’ll always worry about you.”

Your run your finger tips down Jonah’s bare chest. He’s so perfect, you’re still shocked that he’s yours.

“Well, let’s worry about other things right now, hmm?”

Jonah smiles and flips you back onto your back. This time he worries about all the right things.

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