#anyway anyone who's waiting for an update on put your lips close to mine

[percyjacksonfan3]

God, I finally finished the next chapter of the edssy fic I'm writing and I am ready to crash in bed and sleep in tomorrow before editing and posting it

[starryyyjoon]

I, you | Kim Namjoon One Shot

word count: 8.2k

pairing: idol!namjoon x fem reader

summary: namjoon meets you again and he can't help but want you to look at him the same way he has all these years.

disclaimer: it's sort of written from y/n pov. kind of smut included, not too much but still. other then that, i don't think there's anything. it was written a long time ago so i don't clearly remember, sorry!

Namjoon walked in, followed by a few staff members and they occupied the empty chairs on the conference table and I smiled at him and the others. He looked great like always, he was in a navy blue hoodie and a khaki colored trouser, with his hair pushed backwards exposing his forehead.

There was something and nothing between me and him and it was too tiring to play pretend. "You look good", he remarked and I smiled at him. He's always being too kind, I looked like absolute shit, I hadn't slept in three days and my clothes were whatever was in my reach that I'd put on after showering and I rushed here.

I had met him before this level of success but I was merely an assistant director myself and we'd talked about Monet and his work together, he'd similar interests to mine but both of us didn't really get anywhere because of our timing and I believed it was for the good. He'd always expressed how he liked my vision and wants to work with me on something and I didn't believe my vision because what even was my vision that he could see and not me and after being this big I didn't really thought he'll even remember me until he hit my phone one day and here I was, at the label's office to discuss the details of his mixtape's music video.

"So, do you've something in mind?", I asked him and he pressed his back on the chair letting out a yawn, he seemed tired.

"Not really! I want it simplistic and not too hard to understand. I haven't thought about it or anything so I don't know, I would await what you propose", he softly said.

"I haven't heard the track because of--", he intervened, "--ah you haven't? You should hear it first", he said and I nodded.

"I would need to hear it", I told him, thinking about the lengthy talks with the illustrator already.

The staff then pin pointed about the budget, the do nots and other details and two of my team members who were seated beside me talked thoroughly in detail about the technicalities. Namjoon looked bored with all the talk that didn't interest him. He wasn't much different from before slightly bigger.

All of us stood up coming to an agreement when Namjoon asked me to walk up to his studio to hear the track and I asked my team members to go ahead first. I walked through the dark corridor behind him while he talked to someone on the phone, all the way to his studio. I didn't really hear what he was talking because I was invested in staring around the place like I hadn't seen a building before.

The walls were all dark and a comforting shade since I didn't like the sun anyway. It seemed like a night mode in real life.

His studio was the corner most, he typed the passcode in and stood aside gesturing for me to walk in, followed by him. He hung up the phone call and put his phone aside, switching the AC on. He sat behind the monitor while he switched it on and I went through my inbox.

"So, how have you been?", his deep tone, made me look up and I fidgeted to put my eyes on something other then him while he turned his chair around to face me.

"I have been okay-ish, like the projects I'm doing I'm satisfied with them so I guess it's kinda okay", I said and regretted it immediately, I don't even talk like this and he knows it.

"Not the work c'mon, you, your boyfriend, family, other things?", a lose smile hung on his lips and I looked at him. How can someone look like that?

"No boyfriend because you know no one can put up with this profession. I haven't slept in three days so I'm fucking annoyed and the work is too much that I don't have time for other things", I shrugged and he chuckled. I didn't want to think about guys, I barely had time for myself. Filmmaking was a time bound profession.

"I relate, trust me I do", he turned his chair back around, his eyes on the computer screen and I looked at him. I could see why he could relate, I mean of course he didn't had time either. I knew idol schedules enough to know how these things go. "Why didn't you come that day?", he asked me and my insides twisted.

"I was hoping you don't bring it up", I said in a small voice.

"Why not? I waited for you", he said without looking at me and I threw my head back on the couch thinking of the time when he'd asked me out officially and I didn't make it. "At least I deserve to know what was more important that you didn't make it", he looked at me and I closed my eyes shut.

"I had a flight, I got an exclusive food show travel experience with discovery and it was too good for an opportunity to miss", I let it out and took a breath in. I knew I could never leave work for a guy, any guy, or anyone as a matter of fact and as much as I'd thought about it on the plane...it all seemed for the better. He wasn't the kind of guy I could've had my regular thing with and I was too young to be serious.

"It was a good show", he told me. I could feel his eyes on me and I didn't flinch. I didn't regret it but his words made me feel guilty. My head was on the headrest of the sofa I sat on and my eyes were closed. My subconscious could feel his curious gaze on me.

"Look away Namjoon", I said and I could feel his gaze was still on me.

"Why didn't you call me when you got back?", he asked me and I looked at him.

"I didn't because our cultures differ, everything is poles apart--what's the point of discussing it now?", I asked him, slightly annoyed. He and I separately needed to focus on our careers and he knew it too damn well.

"Okay", he turned around again as his monitor showed a circle indicating that the programme he'd launched was loading. "It does makes me feel better that my better position in life doesn't changes your opinion on me. Quiet comforting", he said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice but I chose to ignore it. The last thing I'd be doing is fueling this feeling in him by discussing this useless thing which wouldn't make any difference whatsoever.

"Is this the reason you wanted me to do this project with you?", I asked him and he swiftly turned his chair around.

"No, I don't take all this for granted. I love the stuff you do. I'm pretty updated thanks to how active you're on your social media", he smiled and I couldn't shook the thought of seeing my psychotic episodes on my Instagram, Twitter...everywhere. I'm pretty weird out there.

"I love it, the stories", he flased his dimple smile before turning his chair around again and I felt his warmth, like he meant what he said.

For a second I was taken aback with how tall he was from me and how good he looked, he'd always looked good but he was more mature now and much more reserved. "I'll be calling you often because I won't send it for pre-production without your say on the concept", I told him.

"I'll look forward to a lot of calls", he said. "I'm sorry this is taking a while", he added quickly and for some reason I couldn't look away from him, whose back was visible to me.

"No, take your time", I said, crossing my arms against my chest. I really wished he was a regular guy just making music but then I didn't. I wouldn't want someone to wish that for me. He'd earned all of it and I knew it.

"Look away ___", he said slowly. I could feel his grin through his words and I looked away shaking my head right and left softly. "It's, yeah it's playing", he turned around as the music filled in the empty atmosphere.

It was a slow song with a really fast rap. It was how Namjoon was, he contradicted himself too much. I instantly knew it was his writing from the way the words went and the wordplay came into role. I couldn't help but analyze the song because I was supposed to shoot and sketch a music video for it and at times like this I didn't really get to enjoy the art for the art and I hated it.

"How was it?", he asked me, his eyes fixated on me as the music faded. I wanted it to last.

"The only problem with it is that it ends", I flashed a smlie at him and he shook his head throwing it back.

"That's too corny even for you", Namjoon rolled his eyes but I was being serious. "You know I appreciate heavy critics", he said.

"I didn't find anything to criticize, the writing is great, the composition fits and it has a catchy vibe to it. I think I would listen a song like that on a drive or something? In your case a bicycle but yeah! It's a good song", I summarized my opinion. "Do you like want a trendy video?", I asked him.

"Anything that you want to do with it", he said and I gently nodded. Since it was given to me, I couldn't stop thinking about what to do with it.

"Can you stop thinking about it while you're with me ___?", he chuckled and I looked at him taken aback for a second and then nodded with a soft smile pasted on my lips.

"Your fashion sense has improved", I remarked.

"You look casual", he teased me.

"I, I've no fashion sense. I just wear whatever is there", I told him.

"I don't think so, your Instagram says different", he said.

"It's for the show Namjoon", I said.

"You're really not the type to do that, please don't deceive me", he beamed before he turned his chair around again to minimize the current tabs on the computer.

"You're the last person I'd be deceiving--", my words were cut from an incoming call from one of the producers of one of the shows I was working on. "I need to take this", I told him and answered the call while he just gave me a gentle nod in response.

The producer had informed me about the issues related to casting and the final draft of the script and I knew I had to go.

"Guess I'll see you later, bye", Namjoon said warmly as he smiled at me. The thing was he just knew and that always stuck somewhere.

"Bye", I left.

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"I, for one, disagree. C'mon how do you even call it an end?", I threw my hands in the air as we discussed it for the millionth time. I liked Su-ho but his thoughts on GOT made me want to kill him. He is the only person I knew who was satisfied with how it ended.

"I think it was okay, c'mon, you have to consider that the novels didn't end and as compared to that I think it was pretty good", Su-ho claimed while he sat on the bean bag in front of me, pushing it comfortably.

"Don't even start with the novels--", my words were interrupted with the sound of the doorbell, "--they didn't even do a good job interpreting it and I am offended by that. Look there novels", I pointed at my bookshelf, showing him my GOT collection which he knew as I opened the door and my head bumped against Namjoon's chest as he took a step in.

He chuckled as he held the back of my head with one hand and pressed my forehead with the other and rubbed it gently to ease the pain.

"What's uh, what's that? Is it iron", I mocked, pointing at his chest while he let me go from his grip and took his shoes off.

"It can be", he said. "But why were you jumping around so enthusiastically?", he asked me as he seated on the couch in front of Su-ho, as he greeted him and Su-ho greeted him back.

"Game of Thrones heavy discussions", I sighed. "This is Su-ho who's illustrating the storyboard", I told Namjoon.

Su-ho was starstruck and it seemed like it'd take him a good minute to recover and Namjoon was obviously used to it. I didn't call him at the office because a lot of people would want to see him then and it could be exhausting plus he'd a time limit on his hands.

"You know him, ___?", Su-ho widened his eyes at me and I nodded, suppressing my laughter seeing his chaotic ass behave like this.

"A little", I said and I could feel Namjoon's gaze on me. "Maybe a lot", I rephrased. I could see by the way Su-ho looked at me that he needed answers. "Coffee?", I asked Namjoon.

"Oh yeah", he replied and I stood up. "I've thought of two concepts, Su-ho please brief him on it and if you want anything differently Namjoon, you can tell him", I told him as I marched towards the kitchen.

Should I use the regular coffee mugs or should I use the better ones? I mean it doesn't matter anyway but still, it kind of does? I don't know. It just comes to me, the over thinking.

Ah.

I could hear him and Su-ho talking about the concepts faintly and I was low-key proud because I did work hard on them. I opened the cabinet to take out the better coffee mugs.

This is what happens when you stop drinking milk and stop growing up. I rested my hands on the kitchen pavement thinking about how many shoes with heels I'd because of my height.

I wasn't very short but I wasn't my desired height too. It was sad. I was the right person to sell the tonics concerning height because my insecurity would make me buy it. I exhaled heavily and turned around to find Namjoon behind me.

"Let me", my hips pressed against the marble pavement while his body gently pressed against my front, I could spot the mole on his neck while he calmly took the box of mugs out. "Okay?", he whispered softly and I looked on without responding.

"Thanks", I told him, hoping he'd get away from me because this had me feeling some type of way. I won't admit what type of way. That makes it worse.

"Anytime", he clicked his lips, taking a few steps back as I stirred the coffee and poured it in three cups. Should've used regular ones.

"I like the quotes on that wall", he said as I handed him his cup, taking the other two. A wall of my house was covered in post-it notes and other stuff. Some print outs of Van Gogh and Frida's works alongside other things.

"Yeah that? Thanks", I said, as I gave the cup to Su-ho. "Did you decide on something?", I asked, as I sat down and Namjoon just beside me.

"Yeah, the first one. It was kind of okay, he made some alterations so I would send it to you by...maximum tomorrow", Su-ho told me. "But why did you call him here for just this?", he asked me.

"You seem so concerned about his whereabouts", I glared Su-ho . "I told him I could just email him but he insisted on doing it in person", I looked at Namjoon who took a long sip from his coffee.

"Yeah I did, don't worry I was absolutely free", Namjoon smiled at Su-ho and I could see Su-ho fanboy-ing.

"You're so in line today", I pressed my words.

"Shut up", Su-ho eyed me. I wrapped my hands around the coffee mug feeling its warmth.

After I talked to Namjoon for a while about the shoot and he explained to me about their company procedure and how they usually did things. I didn't like doing music videos or commercials, there's a lot of time you're bound by what the music video demands and you've to stick with that so that was that. I usually preferred either cinema like movies or dramas, I hadn't done much but I had done a few and travel shows were my preference.

"I'll see you next time then", Su-ho politely remarked looking at Namjoon and he smiled and gently bowed his head. I walked with him up-to the door. "I didn't, what the hell, you could've given me a heads up?", Su-ho whispered slowly to me as I leaned against the door.

"I didn't knew you were a fan", I said and he playfully hit me on my arm.

"I still can't believe it, you've to answer my hot questions next time", he said and I nodded.

"Okay okay", I closed the door shut behind me, taking a seat on the far side of the sofa me and Namjoon were seated on. He was scanning my bookshelf and I was looking at him.

"Literally 70% of it is fiction", he said. I read a lot of fiction and he read a lot of nonfiction.

"You should read fiction", I said and he looked at me slightly pissed.

"I do read fiction just not thar much", he pointed at my bookshelf. "If you've to recommend one, shoot", he said.

"Recommend, uh, the secrets of happiness", I said randomly and his face sunk in annoyance. "It's not a book talking about literal secrets of happiness, it has a story", I told him.

"Ah okay...I will try reading that. Let me take your copy", he said.

"No", I said back in a split second.

"I won't lose it, c'mon, ___", he said. I couldn't believe his testimony on not losing it.

"Fine, but it's annotated. You'll owe me big time if you lose it", I said and he nodded vigorously.

"Your place is great", he said looking around the house and I couldn't see why, I mean yeah maybe but not that I find it great if I think from his point of view.

"I'm barely here anyway. I pay rent for no reason", I kept the empty mug in my hand on the glass table in front of us.

"That was your friend though, Su-ho?", Namjoon asked as he kept his cup, followed by me.

"Oh yeah! I met him for work but then it's been a while since I know him, it's been years actually and he's a friend now", I said thinking about Su-ho. I don't know why I bothered explaining. It's been a good five years since Namjoon and I hadn't been in touch and there was a little catching up to do.

"You've always had a lot of friends, don't you", he sighed as he sat cross legged on the sofa facing me. I do have plenty friends honestly.

"Kind of", I shrugged. His gaze on me made me sit back in a more cautious way as I fixed my posture. "Namjoon...", I called out his name when the doorbell rung and I was irritated. "Give me a second", I stood up and walked up-to the main door.

It was my neighbor who's mother had left their house keys with me and he was here to take it back. He thanked me for keeping it and walked up to his own flat which was in front of mine.

I closed the door shut and Namjoon was standing by the balcony seeing a cactus I had grown since I couldn't grow any other plant because I was never home to take care of them in case.

"It's cute", he said as he picked the potted plant and stared at it for a little while and I stood behind him and watched him see it.

"You know your pupils dilate when you see plants", I said and he smiled to himself. He kept the cactus back in its resting place and stared at me. "What?", I asked him.

"You were going to say something", he said, his voice sounded deeper then usual for a second and I licked my bottom lip in haste.

"Oh that, you know the alterations you made? I will directly mail it to the staff and maybe cc you because it won't need a second check anyway. I've to get this done a little early since I've--", he turned towards me and I took a step back but there was barely any space and my back was pressed against the wall, "--what is it?", I asked but it came out as a whisper.

"Here", he dragged his index finger across my bottom lip and there was something on my lip. I didn't really see what was on there because of his presence so close to me. My heartbeat had fastened and I could feel it. Something I didn't want to feel.

"Thanks, I guess", I said slowly and he flashed his dimple smile at me and in that moment he seemed the opposite of the dominant he was a few seconds ago.

"Do you know you look really good?", he said, as his fingers ran across my ear touching the piercings one by one. I regretted having three all of a sudden. "And I didn't intended to do this but ___ I uh", he bent over a little, his lips a few inches away from my ear and his breath was falling on my neck.

"Namjoon", I said, trying to not look at him. I knew damn well I couldn't be able to control myself.

"Hmm", his voice was so small and I could feel goosebumps all over my neck. His gaze on me was strong and I had jitters in my stomach.

"I, uh--let's not okay", I put my hands on his shoulder as he pulled me more closer with a jolt and I gasped.

"Do you really not want to?", he asked me. It was a while since I was in this close proximity of someone like this but my subconscious kept telling me not to. "I don't understand what you find so undesirable about me", he took a few steps back and looked away.

What?

"Do you think I find you undesirable?", I asked him, pressing my lips suppressing my smile. I couldn't get how could he change roles in a span of few seconds.

"Yeah, it's pretty evident really", he sighed, looking at the the far side of the sky at the horizon and I saw him sulking.

"It's not that, are you fucking dumb? It's just you know you shouldn't start things you can't take care of", I said. For some reason I've always felt a little hesitant with him. "But you're desirable enough", I added.

"Sudden validation from you, ah", he clicked his lips in mockery and I felt bad. The last thing I wanted was to look like I was playing hard to get. I didn't feel competent enough in my heart. "Let me kiss you", he said, taking a few steps closer breaking the chain of my thoughts and I hated being so much in control and feeling a little out of place.

I was back to where I was a few seconds ago, me cornered and he put his lips on mine and my body automatically responded. He took over me in a second. My hands rested on his back and clutched the fabric. His hands travelled below my hips as he pulled me upwards and my legs wrapped around his waist. He didn't stop kissing me for one second and I didn't want him to, as he pressed his mouth harder on mine and I bit back a moan. I could feel the heat in my body and every vein seemed to electrify. He walked me up-to my bedroom like he knew which suddenly felt foreign to me as he laid me on the bed, breaking the kiss and I was breathless, panting for air.

I didn't had any resort in me to stop. I didn't want him to stop. I couldn't care more about whatever that had me concerned for a while. He watched me look at him and his lips curved in a smirk. "Should I stop?", he teased me taking a seat on the edge of the bed and I looked away from him to the right side, scoffing.

I pushed myself up, my hands at the hem of the lose white t-shirt I'd on and for a second I hesitated at the fact that he must've seen better flesh than mine but I pulled it upwards exposing myself in front of him as his eyes went everywhere. "Do you want to stop?", I asked him, as I crawled over to him. He didn't object as I sat on his lap and took his face in my hands. I looked in his eyes. He looked beautiful. I traced the outline of his skull, his jaw as I pushed his hair locks that were on his forehead behind. "Do you want to stop Namjoon?", I asked him again as he held me tight, giving me my answer.

He tugged at my neck with his mouth leaving a trail of gentle kisses down and I could feel my nipples startlingly prominent beneath the black lightweight bra I had on. I clutched his hair as he bit my neck suddenly and I gasped.

He pushed me on to him, nearer but there was barely any space for me to come close and I could feel him all over. He messily kissed me before groping my bottom and I-I cut a breath in. He would take turns and be gentler a second and rough the another. "Namjoon", I called out gasping which fueled him even more. He looked at me and smiled proudly at how he had me without doing much.

He flicked the straps of my bra shoving it down exposing my breasts and I could feel my nipples harden to the point it was painful. I wanted him. I wanted him to touch me, more. The way my body responded to his touch was almost funny, how quick, how wet.

I patiently unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off of him while he looked at me with a gaze I couldn't quite make anything of, he just looked at me while he let me work on him. My hands touched his chest and my eyes examined his torso, his skin was warm and his gaze on me gave me confidence like he wanted me back as much I wanted him.

I was forgetting my own desperation for his touch as my hand traveled behind his back, trailing down to his spine and he looked at me as he cut a sharp breath in and I felt good seeing him giving in to me. His arms surrounded mine unclasping my bra in a second and he threw it off on the floor.

I half expected him to grab me and grope my breast but he swept me in his arms as his vaguely pink mouth pressed against mine and instead of hastily grabbing me, his mouth simply rested against mine and it was worse, much more intoxicating. I, on instinct coiled my arms against his neck.

As my tongue demanded entrance and he smiled before letting me, and in a second, roles were reversed, the romantic was gone. He took control and pressed his mouth harder on me with his thumb and finger pressing my nipple and my nails dug deeper in his neck. "Joon...", I on instinct called out, as I gasped for breath but he didn't let me.

He was hard against me and I grinded next to him which seemed to please him while he left my mouth, burning with a wanting for more while my sex clenched as he took control of my body putting his arms around my back and they were free to go anywhere. I wouldn't dare stop him.

A second later, he laid me on the bed and hovered over me before taking my shorts off in a whirl and pushed my underwear off me that it didn't seem reusable. I anticipated his actions but he pushed a thumb into my bottom without no warning and I clutched the sheets, a yell escaping my mouth. My fingers curled meanwhile his other arm grabbed my breast cupping it and a second later his forefinger and middle finger slipped inside of me and my grip on the sheets tightened.

"Shh", he hissed in my ear and I hadn't realized a moan had escaped my mouth. My whole body rocked in less then a minute and I couldn't control my voice, I gasped for breath and I moaned even louder then before. "I didn't take you for a screamer ___", Namjoon seemed amused while embarrassment washed over me as I laid exposed in front of him.

"Let me go down on you", I told him and he looked taken aback as I pushed myself up.

"Do you really want to?", he asked and I shifted closer to him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"I would love to", I told him. "Do you want me to?", I asked him.

"Yeah, I mean yeah", he said when his phone rang echoing in the room and his face flushed into irritation as he looked at me and I nodded gesturing him to take it. He took it out of his pocket and answered it. With every word he spoke, his irritation grew. He hung up the phone call. "Where's the wardrobe?", he asked me and my eyes pointed behind him.

Namjoon opened my wardrobe and took out a very lose t-shirt of his choice from my stack of comfortable clothes. He held my arms and slipped the t-shirt on me, pulling me close. He stroked my face and he smiled in my face which forced me to smile as well.

"Am I suppose to expect something from you or should I forget this?", I asked him as his fingers tucked the few strands of my hair behind my ear.

"You're supposed to expect everything, don't dare forget it", he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it and I couldn't help but giggle. "I want to talk to you but I've to go now and I hate it", he smiled at me.

"Okay, go", I told him and he chuckled before letting me off him and he wore his shirt back on.

After seeing him off and taking a shower, I laid back on the couch in the living room thinking about everything that had happened. I didn't regret it, I wasn't thinking much about it anyway.

The guys I'd sex with or made out with, I disliked them because of their narcissism. I appreciated my ability to find guys that were a-grade assholes. I've always had this feeling that I am lacking in some sense with other people. I look normal, like I should but I get this insecurity when taking my clothes off.

I didn't knew what Namjoon thought about it and asking him would be weird. No one who knows me like him would think I am this insecure or anxious about this stuff but then a major part of it has to do with my aura, I guess?

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I took a bite of the sandwich that I held in my hand as I walked around the second set just nearby to the first one. I stood afar, taking a good look, even though the storyboard fits the sights I still need to frame out a rough sketch work in my head.

I took another bite staring at the beach and the path to it and then back to the set that we'd build up by man power. It was pretty accurate in my eyes but I wanted to hear from my assistant director.

I took the walkie talkie out from the pocket of my denim and pressed the centre button, "Jae-chan, where are you?"

In a second he reverted, "Ah sunbae I am near the gripper".

"Come to the road that leads to the beach", I said, before shoving the walkie talkie down in my pocket.

The sea met the sky at the far point of the horizon and how the world is full of these illusions which are not real we know but we still believe. After all there's beauty in things that you don't get. Vastness maybe?

Sea and sky — the two melancholic blues.

"Sunbae?", Jae Chan broke the chain of my thoughts and I glanced at him before looking at the sea. His breath was heavy, I could tell he ran here.

"You could have walked, Chan-ah", I said, smiling. He was really young and passionate about filmmaking but also a little silly. He's cute.

"Ah it's okay. Did you need something?", he asked politely and I shook my head. I liked the input of many people on the same thing, it showed the number of opinions that could centre around one thing that you make in a different context which is then perceived in another.

"Do you think this is accurate in terms of the story board?", I asked him and he seemed lost in thought.

"I would say slightly better because the storyboard is still animation and this is real so I would say better. I'm pretty sure it'll be good sunbae", he told me and I could feel a smile flush on my lips. "You are nervous, aren't you?", he asked me.

"Yeah", I wrinkled my nose, turning around to walk off. I patted Jae Chan's back and he started walking with me.

"You don't have to be, and oh, he's here", he said assuring me and I knew who he meant by he.

My mind automatically went to the day in my apartment. Namjoon had messaged me after but he got busier with his work and I am not a text-er plus I'd a lot of things to do before I left Korea. It was, I didn't knew anything and I didn't want to think about it. I hoped he'd pretend nothing happened, please. But I knew he won't.

I sighed and as I entered the main set, around the vanity and food truck, the manager and Namjoon's staff members greeted me. After that, I mean impractically I wanted earth to open and swallow me. Living is hard anyway.

I'd a flight on the weekend, I'd to pack and I'd to get new boots but I'm just dumb because I'm trying to think of other things. I need a new nail paint, do I? I looked at my nails which were painted black. Maybe grey?

"Sunbae?", Jae Chan shook me and I looked at him. He gestured me to look up front and Namjoon was right there looking like Namjoon.

"Hi", I awkwardly waved at him.

"Hi", he flashed his dimple smile at me. His dimple smile hits me.

"You can get the makeup and hair done, I've a few things to recheck", I excused myself. This is awkward. This is so awkward. I hate it.

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Even though I had that awkwardness lingering around but we were nearing to the end of the shoot which went really good because everyone worked so hard. It was mostly one-takes and the lighting supported the whole setting making it so easier for us to finish.

Moreover, it was a while since I had done a music video so it felt good being back on a set like this. Namjoon looked really good with the styling and although I knew the outfits pre-shoot, he still looked better then I'd imagined him to look which enhanced the whole vibe of the music video. He owned earthly tones.

That's why casting and styling is so important. Very much. Makes a gigantic difference.

"What's wrong with you?", I didn't notice he was standing next to me with a small fan in his hands while we prepped for the last shot.

"What's wrong with me?", I asked him, as I adjusted the frame in the main camera. I didn't want this conversation especially right now, especially here.

"I mean...you knowww?", I could feel his stare while I shifted the camera, something is wrong with this.

"I don't know", I said, without looking at him. I was unintentionally making him mad and nothing else.

"I was really scared that you'd say this and see, I mean, why can't you behave normal when I mention anything about us?", he hissed near me and I looked around. Luckily there was no one in our proximity to hear this conversation.

"I-I, Namjoon", I exclaimed, vaguely pointing at the setting hoping we could do this later and I could explain that I would love us but he needs to understand that I won't even be in Korea as much as he thinks I would be and that's why it won't work out.

"I don't care", he eyed me.

"I do. I care, okay? There's no us to begin with and I know I was stupid enough to ask you what I should expect out of, what would you call it, we made out. That's that", I tried being really slow and I could feel annoyance in his sight.

"Made out! Okay, okay fine. I can't believe I deal with you. You're the one who doesn't text or call or even respond to it and that's bare minimum ___", he pondered and I internally rolled my eyes.

I was leaving on the weekend. I was always leaving. That's it. "I don't have to and I have a life Namjoon. I've been working non stop all this time. I don't expect you to understand", I said, standing up from my seat while I called for the head DOP from the walkie talkie.

"You don't want to be understood ___", Namjoon said, grabbing me from my arm and stopping me. He wasn't wrong. A few eyes snapped and I forced a smile immediately. "I like you, I like you a lot. Deal with it", he walked past me.

Deal with it.

As if.

Very abruptly, the last shot rolled in and it was over. The music video was done in a day. It was originally a two day sketch but we had to narrow it down to one day because of Namjoon's schedule and it was worrisome because it did seem impossible but things went smoothly and it was successfully over.

I told Jae Chan to wrap the filming site, though most of it was done while I was present. I picked my bag from a table to leave, kept right ahead from the vanity. Namjoon had left, I guess. I wasn't sure because after the last shot he was angry. He had his jaw clenched all that time, he barely managed to keep it out on the music video.

He was like this, his anger was pretty evident and that hadn't changed.

I like you. I like you a lot.

I couldn't wrap my head around that thought. Did he like me all this time? It sounded pretty crazy to me. I had never thought about anything with Namjoon. He was a friend I could like but I didn't, I had never expected anything out of my acquaintance with him anyway.

"You ate?", his deep voice made me look at him who stood at the steps of the vanity. He hadn't left yet.

"No", I said. He had changed into his normal clothes, the makeup was gone but he still looked great. His natural complexion was shining as the set lights fell onto his face. It made me surer how Namjoon needed someone who could be there rather then somebody who's never there.

"Come eat something", he said calmly. He looked much composed then before.

"I am not hungry", I stated just when he darted towards me. He held me by my forearm, dragging me into the vanity which was empty except for us. A few dishes were laid out on the table in front of the small couch.

"Eat and leave", he said, taking a seat on one of the chairs in front of the mirrors fidgeting with his phone while I quietly sat on the couch. I just wanted it to be over but I'd no appetite so I kept staring at the couple of Italian dishes which were pasta, carbonara I guess, rissoto and also jjangmyeong. "Just eat anything ___", he said, without bothering to look at me.

"I don't really have an appetite", I said, throwing my head back and looking at the ceiling of the vanity.

"What you've is a habit of skipping meals", he eyed me.

I looked at him. "Do you remember everything? Like literally everything?", I asked him as curiosity brimmed in my eyes.

"You don't?", he asked me back. "Well, for me, yeah I do. I did remember every thing but I should probably forget now. I didn't really asked to work with you because I wanted something but I can't say I didn't hope", he locked his phone and kept it on the space in front him. "I mean, we did had something. We did have something a few days ago. You can't exactly call me a friend and I've never seen you as one. The moment you walked in trying to fix the mess on the set since then till now I can't say I didn't hope you'd look at me the same way", he said, bringing all the memories back alive, but it was true, I never looked at him the way he'd wanted me to, hell, I couldn't believe it one bit. "It's true", he said, as if he just read my mind.

It was, it didn't made sense to me. How could he? Why would he? I uh, I think shit's wrong with me because even now I can't seem to focus on someone who confessed their feelings and that someone being Namjoon from all people.

I remember when I was one of the assistant directors under the director for one of the most low-key and low budget project. They didn't had many resources and our firm wasn't doing well either. We always had to come up with hacks, unknown locations for shooting...it was always so hard. We didn't had any respect in the industry.

It was two companies in one boat at the end of bankruptcy and we were so young and such good friends. I knew the rest of the members too but I kind of had a certain vibe with Namjoon. He could get me without having to speak.

I locked at him, his face was fixated on me and I could like him, in fact I did love him not romantically, I just did. I had a lot of love for him. He was caring for the people around him and I loved talking to him. He never once made anyone feel like he was a celebrity back then and a global celebrity now well yeah. He did deserve someone who could be here for him.

He stood up and walked towards me and my eyes followed him. He took a seat next to me and I could see he picked a bowl up but I didn't see which one because I couldn't stop looking at him. Namjoon took a significant amount and extended it to me and I looked at the noodles for a second and then at him. He just nodded and I ate it.

It was good.

"Thanks", I said, wiping the corners of my mouth with my fingers.

"Do you want me to feed you all the way or can you eat your own?", he asked me.

"I will eat", I told him and he gave me the bowl so I could eat on my own. "You ate?", I asked him and he instantly nodded.

"You're going somewhere, aren't you?", he asked me and I felt as if I've just been struck with something.

"Hmm", I said, my mouth almost filled. "And, I...I want to tell you something like adults and clear it. Namjoon you know my work and I am always not here, never. It's useless. Trust me on this, it's not like that but you know you'll need someone beside you and I can't be the one", I told him, calmly, before gulping water down.

"I know that but I'm okay with it. In fact, we would go hand in hand better because I can't take you out on exotic dates as well. This is what you get", he vaguely gestured at the vanity and I chuckled and he warmly smiled at me.

After a second, I spoke much seriously then before, "It will be hard and you know that. It'll be frustrating. You could hate me".

"If you've tired it with someone before, I am not exactly happy knowing this, but you shouldn't compare me with some random dude with a peculiar taste in leather clothing", he rolled his eyes, shifting his back comfortably.

"Hey! Don't be mean just because you see stuff on my Instagram", I scoffed and he maintained his long face.

"No really, what do you take me for? You think you won't have time for me? I won't have time for you", he went on.

"Namjoon", I dragged his name. His tendency to be sarcastic at odd moments is unmatched.

"Don't call my name like that", he stared at my eyes.

"Like what?", I asked him.

"Like you can love me", he said.

"I...you don't have to be like this", I said, keeping the empty bowl on the table.

"Give me a chance then, try it out. I would wait for you I promise", Namjoon took my hand in his and covered it with his warmth.

"Will I be able to...wait?", I looked away from him, thinking about it so hard.

"___ don't think too much. I promise, we'll be fine", he said, his hands travelling to my waist and before he could grab it. I screeched closer to him. I cupped his face and attached my lips to his, while his hands held on my body.

________________

My relationship with Namjoon was better then I imagined it. I tried my best to be there for him and he was surprisingly almost there for me but it wasn't exactly easy.

It was months and months of hardships and Namjoon was more needy then I thought him to be, he needed a lot of assurance. I don't understand the notion that he holds of everyone wanting me so he needs to be extra careful. I still don't get that his insecure ass doesn't trusts his own members, he won't let me meet them at all.

He was really different. He shifted from dominant to romantic in one second. I loved that. I kind of missed it so much.

He held my hand I could feel it by the way his skin felt against mine, he whirled me around and in a second his hand rested on my waist as he urged me to walk next to him. He was in a perfect disguise and I looked at him. I could tell he was smiling beneath his black mask.

"See, this is why I don't trust other guys! How could you let someone do this to you in the midst of the road in a foreign country?", he asked me.

"No stranger would confidently do this to anyone in a foreign country", I playfully hit him on his leg and he stopped, pretending to be gravely hurt. "I can't believe you", I looked at him as I went with his act. I supported him in standing completely. In a second, he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"I missed you", he softly whispered in my ear.

"I missed you too", I whispered back, softly. I pulled him in an empty alley and pulled his mask down. "I need you to do something", I told him, nibbling on his ear and I could feel my skin feel the heat that it yearned for since a couple of months before him going on tour.

"Right now?", he asked surprised.

"Yeah, right now", I said and I could feel him harden against my pelvis.

"You are...so, not right now. Let's go to your hotel room. I'm still famous", he pulled me closer and I chuckled. He turned me around, pulling his mask down, he kissed me hard. His mouth pressed against mine. I held him tightly and he gasped. "I love you", he softly said before pulling his mask up.

"I, you", I held his hand again.

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Heatwave x female s/o?

Funny enough it's a certain someone's birthday today! Let's give a bitch one of her faves ;)

(Warning; SUPER long)

"Kade, hurry it up."

"Don't rush me, I'm almost done!"

Kade huffed. They had agreed that once a week, Kade was supposed to wash his alt mode. He had an especially muddy rescue today, Heatwave was always huffy after a mess, but today, he was especially finicky. It was why Kade was sitting there, buffing in the fresh coat of wax that Heatwave demanded he have on. He pulled away, and after seeing it was done, lightly patted his hood.

"Alright pretty boy, you're done. Imma go and eat a sandwich."

"Didn't we stop at a drive thru before we got here?"

"You whining makes me hungry."

Heatwave scoffed. He waited until Kade got into the house, before he helped himself out of the driveway, and pulling into the road. Just had to do one thing first, in case they came looking for him.

"Chase, you copy?"

"Yes, Heatwave, I copy."

"Good. I'm handling your patrol shift."

"But Kade isn't-"

"No one knows that. Look, I just need to let out some steam, Chase. You know how Kade is."

"...understandable. Keep me updated."

"Will do."

He hung up the call, sighing in relief. Good, they bought it. He made a left towards the beach, before he came to a halt, just before he made it to the parking lot. There she was. The reason why he wanted to look like a goddamn sports car today.

Brown hair that fell to her shoulders, fair skin, jewelry that dangled, and she was as glittery and stunning as a fallen star. He pulled up right in front of her, giving her just a small honk to get her attention. Her eyes lit up right when she saw him.

"Hey! I was just about to text you!"

He pulled down the window, giving the illusion that she was talking to someone inside.

"Sorry. Had to keep the hood looking nice for you. Like what you did with your hair."

She had gotten bored waiting for him, and had stuffed her hair full of little flowers. Alongside the glitter- this girl was far from boring.

"Thank you! I got you one too. Assuming you're gonna let me in?"

"Course, scoot into the driver's seat."

He opened his door, letting her hop into the driver's seat. She placed a little flower on the dashboard, before she buckled herself in.

"Sooo I take it this is the tour you promised me?"

She was from off island, so she was a little lost around here. He pulled out of the lot, and went back onto the road.

"Yeah, I'll show you around. You still got a week on the island, right?"

"Yep! I'm liking the sights so far. And the locals are definitely nice, and not just on the eyes."

Based on the way she strummed her fingers across his dashboard, she wasn't talking about the humans. He turned to the left, trying to remember to put on his blinker as he did so. She was, something.

"Well, we try to have some hospitality. Especially for tourists who just run into any ol' vehicle."

She huffed, arms folded across her chest.

"The door was open, and I've always wanted to see the inside of a fire truck."

Heatwave chuckled. What a story that was.

"Kade! Close the-and he's gone."

Heatwave groaned. Whenever he saw Hailey, that idiot always forgot the rules of the ride; shut the door when you get out. It was like coming into a closed room, and leaving without shutting it. Just plain annoying. He was about to shut the door, when there was a sudden weight in his driver's seat. He adjusted his rear view mirror. A girl. Tourist, given that he'd never seen her before.

"Cool! A real firetruck! I've always wanted to see one on the inside!"

Not a carjacker, thankfully. Just someone who was curious. He turned on his screen on the inside, and put on his best robot voice.

"Step away, citizen, this is official-"

He stopped once she tapped the screen, right at his nose. She looked fascinated by him, as if this is the first time she'd ever see technology.

"Woah! They have a computer in this thing- that's new! I'll only sit here, just for a second! I've been waiting for a friend."

She sat down in his seat, facing the outside and starting to mess with her phone. He was about to lay on the horn, when she sighed under her breath.

"Come on...I've been waiting two hours, guys."

She got ditched. He wasn't nuts about someone who literally just helped herself to his interior, but Heatwave wasn't sparkless. Not seeing Kade in the distance, he sighed.

"Input address."

"Hmm?"

She looked at the map he put on the screen. She hesitated for a second, biting her lip in thought.

"Uhm...I dunno where it is exactly. Its the uh, the hotels nearby, I think?"

Heatwave knew what she meant. He put the address on the screen, and turned on the light that signaled for a seatbelt. She looked around, as if she was doing something bad, before she grinned, and (finally) shutting his door, then put on her seatbelt. He tried to be quick about this (Kade was SUCH a whiner if he couldn't find Heatwave in the same spot he left him at), despite the fact that traffic was fairly heavy.

"That's so cool, you can drive yourself! Oh you are SO cool! I wonder where's the sirens on this thing?"

Heatwave shouldn't. Those were for emergencies. But traffic wasn't letting up, Kade would call and nag at him for leaving, and...well. She looked like she could use a pick me up. He let the button flash for her, and right when she pressed it, the sirens started to blare. She jumped in the seat, giddy as a sparkling.

"Oh thats so cool!"

Heatwave WAS pretty cool, when he really thought about it. She geeked out well until they reached the empty looking parking lot, then he put it in park.

"Please unfasten your seatbelts, and exit the- ow, the scrap is that?"

She stared at the face on the screen as she started to get out.

"What's...what?"

"There's something on the seats, it's...ITCHY."

She looked around at her seat. Glitter. She gave an embarrassed smile, before shrugging.

"I'm sorry, I got glitter on you. It's kinda my signature thing- wait. Is that...pre-recorded?"

Oh no. He tried to focus on the voice, rather than the itchiness.

"It's nothing to be concerned about-"

He sighed in relief when she dug her hand into his seat, easing that itch. She pulled away quickly, and he knew that face of shock.

"Oh my god. You're not...just a robot. Oh my GOD-"

"Shhhh!"

He pulled his shades back up, realizing it was too late to keep up the robo act.

"Look, okay, I'm not just a truck. But you NEED to keep it a secret. Do you understand?"

She stared at him for a second, trying to take it all in. She slowly started to form her words, taking a step back.

"Uh...are you gonna take over the world or something?"

"If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here with glitter on my seat."

She clearly had a million and one questions, everyone did, but he didn't have time to answer. He cut her off before he could speak.

"I just need to know if you can keep a secret."

"...i can. Especially since you helped me. I won't tell anyone, promise."

"Good. Now, I gotta hurry back, you stay safe. And uh- stop sitting in random trucks. Its kinda rude."

He shut his door, about to take off, when she gripped onto the door handle. He stopped, watched her as she scribbled on a napkin, before tucking it in his windshield wipers.

"In case you need me to say a proper sorry."

With that, she turned, and walked inside. He looked wround, and after making sure no one could see him, transformed, and looked at the napkin. A string of numbers that didn't make any sense.

Weird little human.

"Funny how after that you just couldn’t leave me alone, huh Heats?"

"I'm a rescue bot. Helping people is what I do. By the way, I'm STILL not over the glitter."

"You just mad because I'm cute."

She WAS cute, he'd give her that. He pulled up to a drive thru (the one Kade always went to), chuckling.

"Just order something, I don't want you hungry for where we're going."

"Oh sure, I got some spare cash-"

"No. I said I was going to treat you, and I meant it. There's a wallet in the glove box, use the cash."

She took it out, raising a brow.

"Who's 'Kade'?"

"Friend of mine. He owed me the money, so don't sweat it."

Well. He SORT of did, for dealing with him on a daily basis. After ordering fries, a shake, and nuggets, they were off. She raised a brow as she took a sip of her drink.

"Where ARE we going anyway?"

"Wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?"

"Can I at least get a hint? Please?"

"Okay, okay. One hint. It's got more flowers."

She thought about it for a second, and he wanted to laugh. She had such a cute scowl when she was in deep thought. Wasn't even looking out the window to see where that they had in fact, stopped by now.

"Is it...a flower shop?"

"No, but good idea for next time. Look outside."

She looked outside, and he felt her cute little feet stomp on by his pedals in excitement.

"No way!! Let me out, I wanna see I wanna see!"

"Hold your turbo horses!"

He tried to make it sound like it was scolding, but the laughter betrayed him. He unlocked the door, and like a fresh sparkpubby, she bolted. He had found this spot, full of flowers, and secluded from most of the usual hiking trails. Someplace they could really, and honestly be alone.

"It's SO pretty here! Why aren't there more people here?"

He watched her use her phone to take plenty pictures, and in a way, it was sweet, knowing she HAD to remember this place.

"No one really knows. Small island, lots of mysteries. You grabbed the blanket right?"

She stopped, before taking off her backpack and nodded. It was more of a tarp, given the size, but she did bring it. She set laid it out, and after getting her food, she sat down on her knees, giddy as hell.

"So. Am I finally gonna see the real Heatwave? Mr 'rescue bot leader'?"

They had been texting a lot since they first met, she knew damn well that stuff like that made him feel a bit frazzled. She really saw him as this incredible being. If only he knew he saw her the same way. He took a deep breath, just as he learned in yoga.

"Okay. I can show you. But you need to keep calm, okay?"

"I can do calm!"

"I love the enthusiasm, but freckles, come on."

Her said freckled face scowled as her arms folded across her chest.

"Fine. I'll be calm. Promise."

He transformed, and knelt down, trying to make himself look smaller. It didn't really work. She gawked at him, little eyes wide and mouth open.

"I...get it. It's a lot, and it's weird and confusing-"

"You did NOT tell me you were hot."

It was Heatwave's turn to be surprised. She wasn't repelled him; she was ATTRACTED to him. Oh no. Oh no, he was tracking her eyes- she was giving him a total once over, clearly trying to take him all in. He cleared his throat, tipping his hat down to cover his optics a bit. She REALLY thought he was 'hot' (which he learned meant 'attractive' and not 'on fire').

"Could uh...could the hot mech take a seat with you?"

She scooted a bit, patting the spot next to her. He was careful with the flowers, before he finally sat down. Heatwave found it difficult to make eye contact again, they both did. What do you do when a girl you REALLY liked called you 'hot'? Do you say 'you too'? Or 'thanks'? He was apparently super obvious with his feelings, she opted to get the ball rolling.

"So? Tell me about yourself! All I know is your name, and that you're a firetruck."

He finally turned to look at her. He had not much to say, but he did have a lot to LOOK at.

"I'm Heatwave, leader of the rescue bots on Griffin Rock. I come from the planet Cybertron, and I help citizens of this island anyway I can. I do rescues. I've also been in a few parades, but I don't like thinking about that. Kid's have REALLY gross hands..."

She chuckled, clearly amused. The whole time he was talking, he was super distracted. Her eyes looked like stars, her hair was soft yet wild, like the ocean, and her...mouth. Humans always looked squishy to him, but this one had such soft lips. They were glossy, and they looked so precious as she ate. The way her tongue licked the salt off of her tiny fingers-

"Heatwave!"

"Huh? What? What's wrong?"

"You were staring kinda off into space? And you're steaming!"

Oh no. He really was. He checked his HUB, and sure enough, temperatures were above normal. He cleared his throat, shaking his head.

"Sorry, sorry. It uhm...happens."

"You sure you don't want me to like. Feel your forehead or something?"

He was about to say no, but the idea of her hand on his metal...well. One touch wouldn't hurt.

"If it'll make you feel better. Knock yourself out."

He lowered himself down to her level, and she pressed her little hand against his forehead. Oh she was so soft.

"Woah. You are WARM. Like a heater! Oh this is nice actually."

She put both hands on him, now at the sides of his face. Her smile was...so close to him. Her eyes were full of wonder and comfort. She felt comfortable with him. He wasn't self concious about his looks, but knowing that someone so pretty, so full of wonder, found HIM attractive- it made his processor spin.

"You...you got a lot more freckles than I thought. Don't think I could count them all."

"Sounds like quitter talk to me, Heats."

Oh the way he smiled at her. He felt joy plenty of times, but this. This was something so incredibly different.

"I don't back down from a challenge. One. Two. Three. Four. Five...six..."

He was losing track. She smelled prettier than any flower here, her breath was hitting his lips. Then, it happened. Her lips pressed against his, and his spark was absolutely thumping. He hadn't ever...kissed someone before. He never wanted to, up till now. He, as carefully as he could, even pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. It was so sweet, so soft.

Then Heatwave got carried away. He pulled her closer to him, steam hissing from his frame as his glossa kept rubbing against her lips. Her mouth was small, but he demanded entry. She was eager to give it to him, and his glossa got a taste of hers. Still sweet from the shake she just had, it was a taste he wanted more of. He held her in place, not wanting to let this feeling go. She tasted so good, she was so warm, so soft, and wet, and-

"What's wrong?"

He pulled away when he noticed it. She averted her gaze, cleaning the oral lubricant Heatwave had left around her mouth.

"What...do you mean?"

"You're warm. Really warm. And your legs are pressed together. Did I hurt you?"

"No! No, I just...uhm...okay, this is embarrassing. I uhm...forget it, it was just that kissing you and..."

He looked confused for a moment, before he gestured to her.

"If I made you uncomfortable or hurt you, I really should take a look at it. Unless you want me to take you out to see someone?"

Heatwave wasn't dumb. He just knew you shouldn't be poking around someone's bits unless you absolutely had to. She leaned back into his hand, spreading her legs apart, and giving him permission to look. He lifted her skirt up, and saw, to his surprise, that humans had a valve. Didn't have the biolights he was usee to, but still so soft, hot, and at the moment, wet. She groaned into her hand, totally embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I just. You had your tongue out and it just, uh-"

"Oh. You like my tongue?"

Heatwave decided to be bold. He lifted her up, and slowly ran his glossa alongside her folds. Oh the way her legs shook once she felt him. He pulled away, a huge smirk on his face.

"Aw, you good there, freckles? Lookin' a little shakey."

Her face was flushed, her frame shook like a helpless bolt bunny- she was precious.

"Can you just...a bit more? Please Heatwave?"

Who was he to say no to someone who damn near tasted like rainbows?(it was a saying Blades used here, he assumed he was using it right) he brought his mouth up to her again, and dove back in. Only this time, he savored her. He lapped at her little folds hungrily, glossa threatening every once a while to bury himself into her. He felt her little hands grab onto his helmet, felt her legs squirm as she whined for him.

"S-shit, Heatwave. You're...mmph!"

He looked up at her, seeing how she clamped her hand over her mouth. She was enjoying this so much, she was even trying to hump his glossa, desperate for more. With his free hand, he clicked open his spike panel, letting his hand slowly stroke his currently leaky spike.

"Keep making those noises. I like it. I REALLY like it."

She gave him what he wanted, moaning and whimpering helplessly as her fluids started to drip down his face. It felt so good, stroking his spike to the sound of her little mewls.

"W-wait, wait a second."

He pulled away, forcing himself to put his tongue back into his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"I just. Didn’t want to finish like that. You deserve something too."

He let her go as she wanted to, before he found himself laying back, watching her as she faced away from him. He twitched upon feeling her hand at his sensitive metal, then her hot breath at his tip.

"Wait, I dunno if-"

Then her mouth was at his tip. Oh the way electricity shot up his spinal ridge.

"N-never mind. That. Keep doing it. Way more of that."

Heatwave couldn't just sit there and be lazy piece of scrap metal. He lifted up her skirt, and instead of using his glossa like earlier, he started to use his servos. He sat there, holding onto her cute ass, thumb rubbing in between her folds, all while she sat there, little tongue rolling against his spike, slurping and licking at the transfluids that came from him. He watched as heat rolled from his mouth and into the open air.

Then she came. All it took was a few quick, fast circles against her folds, and she cried out against his metal, dripping from her legs, down to his just waxed body. Suffice to say, hearing her little sounds, watching her as she she tried all she could to please him-it was too much for Heatwave. He overloaded right after, hand digging into the dirt underneath him. He wanted to sit there, basking in the afterglow, when he looked up. He didn't just stain his chest, he stained her pretty shirt. He sat up with a bit of a jolt, knowing he fucked it up.

"Fucking shit- I'm sorry, I'm usually messy but that was an-"

She chuckled, shaking her head, and wiping the bits of overload from her lips.

"It's just a shirt. Really, it's fine."

Heatwave wasn't a usually a 'no it's not' kinda guy. He usually believed when people left it at that. But something about the way she wiped her face free of his overload, made him think differently.

"Why don't I take you back into town, buy you some new clothes?"

"I mean....if you're offering and all."

Heatwave chuckled. Yep. He definitely had the hots for her.

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"Kade! Heatwave is back!"

Dani called out from the kitchen. It was well into the night at this point by the time Heatwave pulled in. Kade rushed out to meet him before he made it into the garage.

"Where have you been? Chase has been trying to-"

"I kept him updated on the situation across town, so unless an emergency happened-"

"An emergency DID happen!"

Heatwave finally decided to hit the breaks and pay attention.

"What happened? Is everyone safe?"

"You drove off, and I left my wallet in your glove box- had to cancel MY date because you didn't come back."

Heatwave sighed in relief. It was stupid, sure, but at least it wasn't a real emergency.

"Alright, hop in and get it."

He opened his door, and Kade reached in to get it. Once he hopped out, Heatwave drove into the garage to explain himself to the rest of the crew. Then he heard Kade yell from behind him.

"HEATWAVE WHY IS MY WALLET EMPTY?!"

He should feel guilty. But remembering her smile? He absolutely didn't.

[justahopelessssromantic]

A/N: Hey everybody! I hope you are doing well ❤️ I’m excited to be back with an update for this story but also so very nervous! It’s been a long time, almost feels like forever since posting last. I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think. Thank you so much for reading!

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"Ezekiel if you're not going to help me then fucking get lost!" Angel shouted as he held up the first part for the play set.

EZ finished reading the instructions ignoring his brother before he'd respond. "Do you even know what you're doing?" He asked looking up at Angel.

"Of course I fucking do." The Reyes Brothers just got there and Angel was already annoyed at EZ. "How hard can it be?"

"You're not even holding the first piece dumbass." EZ chuckled, grabbing the correct one.

"I knew I should have fucking asked Coco to help me." Angel grumbled under his breath. He tossed it to the ground before yanking the proper piece out of EZ's hands. "Of course I fucking knew that."

Monica rolled her eyes as she watched the two from her kitchen window.

"You know having those two put it together was a bad idea." Vicky laughed, slipping the cake into the space Monica had cleared in the fridge.

"We could have had it done by now." Monica agreed laughing. She slid the window closed to muffle the two's bickering. "In my defense I didn't really have a say in who did unfortunately." She leaned back against the counter facing Vicky. "Thank you again for coming early to help out."

"Of course." Vicky smiled. She loved helping with events and parties and just spending time with Monica, the daughter she never had. She waited a minute in silence rearranging the bouquet on the counter waiting for Monica to bring up her date first. She had been there an hour now and Monica had yet to mention anything about it much to Vicky’s dismay. "So, are you going to tell me about your date or just pretend it never happened?"

"No pretending needed. It never happened" Monica pushed off the counter deciding now would be the best time to check she had enough burgers. There was a reason she didn't bring it up.

Vicky watched Monica's as she opened the fridge up again. "What do you mean it didn't happen?" Vicky frowned, she hoped Monica hadn't gotten cold feet and bailed on the poor guy.

"I mean he never showed." Monica turned around and there it was. The dreaded look of pity. "It's fine," she waved Vicky off walking past her with a couple beers in hand, "it's not a big deal so please don't make it one." She pleaded leaving Vicky alone in the house for a moment to bring the beers out to Angel and EZ.

Angel welcomed the break from the work and a break from EZ even though they had just started not that long ago. He wiped his hands off on his jeans as he made his way towards Monica meeting her halfway.

“Thank you, I really needed this.” He took the beer from her, immediately taking a drink.

“Yeah I can see that.” Monica teased leaning back against the railing on the deck. “EZ has gotten a lot done so far.” She laughed watching EZ doing all the work now.

“He’s a prospect, it’s his job, a right of passage.” Angel grinned before taking another swig of his beer. He situated himself next to Monica leaning back back to watch EZ as well. “And I’m not doing nothing, I’m supervising.”

Monica nudged him playfully with her shoulder shaking her head smiling. “Sure you are.”

Angel smiled as he pulled out a cigarette to light. “How was your night?” He didn’t know whether or not to bring it up but it just sort of slipped out.

“It was nice, and quiet.” She added. Yes she was bummed and embarrassed about last night but there were some perks to it. She got to have the night just to herself, well what was left of it once she got home at least. “How was yours?”

“It was alright.” Angel shrugged, it was just another night with EZ and his Pops. He always felt a little like an outsider when he was with them. They talked most of the night while Angel just sat back trying to focus more on the game on the tv than anything else. That didn’t really matter anyways because all Angel’s mind could focus on was Monica and what she was doing and how he would have rather been anywhere with her than there. “Would have been better if you were there.”

Something changed seeing her last night for that date. He always wanted her but now it was bigger than just wanting her, it was like he needed her. She was on his mind all night and he couldn’t wait to see her again today. He practically drug EZ out of the trailer this morning just to get over there.

He felt like that silly teenager crushing on the one he could never have all over again.

“I doubt that,” Monica brushed the comment off not thinking anything of it. She looked up at the sky closing her eyes as she let the warmth from the sun wash over her a small smile playing on her lips.

Angel found himself staring, taking in every feature of her face as if it was the first time he’d seen it or the last time he’d get to. His gaze trailed down the bridge of her nose to her soft slightly tinted pink lips, a little smudge of lipstick was just under her bottom lip. He smiled to himself, she was perfect.

Damn was he in trouble.

He watched as her lips pulled apart into a bigger, brighter smile. “You’re staring Reyes, is there something on my face or something?” She asked him.

“What? No, sorry, you’re good.” Angel tried to play it cool but felt as if she could see right through him.

Monica stood up straighter now wiping at her face suddenly feeling self conscious. “You aren’t lying to me are you?” She narrowed her eyes at him, “you had that goofy smile on your face. If there’s something just tell me. I don’t want to run around all day looking like an idiot.”

“You got a little,” Angel motioned to her face trying to tell her where the smudge was. She was seeming to wipe at every part of her face but where it was. At this rate she would more than likely make a bigger mess of her makeup before she fixed the little one. “Here, just stop, I got you.” He said reaching out. Before he could stop himself his thumb was running across her soft skin right below her bottom lip clearing the stain and lingering just a second too long. “There.” He whispered so low he almost couldn’t even hear himself.

Their eyes met, both feeling a subtle shift between them. His touch still burned against her skin. She wanted to reach up running her finger across the path his thumb just traced across her skin, sure her flesh would be on fire. Monica swallowed her mouth now feeling unbearably dry. She smiled, taking a step away from him in hopes to get rid of this strange new feeling she was experiencing. “I, I better go check on things.” She stumbled on her words motioning back towards the house. “Make sure Vicky’s alright.”

Angel cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah I should probably get back to that too.” He awkwardardly pointed back to EZ.

“Oh yeah here’s this.” Monica handed him the beer for EZ she almost forgot all about, “I’ll be just inside, holler if you need anything.” She said quickly before turning around heading back towards the house not giving Angel a chance to say anything else.

Angel headed back towards EZ lighting his cigarette on the way. He handed his brother the beer while taking a drag. Looking back he watched as Monica disappeared behind the door and out of sight trying to make sense of what just happened.

It wasn’t just him who felt that, it couldn’t have been.

EZ popped the top off his beer grinning at his brother. “What was all that about?”

Angel turned his attention back to his brother.“What?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” the grin was still plastered all over his face. He hadn’t seen his brother this worked up about a girl since high school and he was finding it very entertaining. “That was definitely something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Angel walked past EZ. “ It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing.” EZ took a drink of his beer.

“You’re seeing shit.” Angel insisted not wanting to hear any more shit from EZ. “Just shut the fuck up and get back to work.” Angel turned around and pushed EZ back towards the pile on the ground. “We don’t have all day.”

Monica scrubbed at her hands in the kitchen sink looking out the window back at Angel and EZ. She dried her hands before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn’t shake the weird exchange that just happened. Angel looked back at the house making Monica duck away. She prayed she didn’t get caught looking. She didn't even know why she cared all of a sudden but she did. She felt ridiculous as she stood there, heart pounding.

Something shifted and she was sure she couldn’t be the only one who felt it. Or maybe it was all just in her head and she was being ridiculous. That seemed more likely.

“Is everything okay?” Vicky asked, raising an eyebrow curiously. She had just come back from the bathroom and caught the last of Monica’s movements.

“Yeah, why?” Monica said a little too quickly. “Everything is fine,” she insisted grabbing Vicky’s arm, leading her into the living room to start the decorating, “but there is still lots to be done before everyone gets here so we better get to it.”

*****

The party was in full swing, everyone mingling while the kids played running around the yard and all over the new play set, their giggles and squeals filling the air. Maddie was so excited when she saw her surprise she ran straight past Monica when Hank brought her home for the party. She immediately began climbing and playing, not being able to contain her excitement and hadn’t stopped since.

Angel sat with a few of the guys at one of the tables chatting about work and an upcoming run to Nevada. He kept looking for Monica, watching as she checked her phone for about the fifth time now since the party had started.

“Do you know what that’s about?” Angel asked Raphael, Monica’s coworker who was sitting on the other side of the table.

“Yeah, Lydia. She’s still not here yet and hasn’t answered any of Monica’s texts or calls.” Raphael said, taking another look around, not that he would have missed her.

“Where the hell would she be?” Gilly spoke up. It was odd for her to not be there, she never missed any of Maddie’s birthdays before. Her and Monica were practically sisters, everyone knew that. They never missed the big moments in each other’s lives.

“Probably with that asshole she’s supposedly seeing.” Raphael said bitterly sitting back in his chair. Monica had mentioned it to him earlier when he had asked about her and he couldn’t help the jealousy it brought up in him. It seemed like Lydia would give any asshole a chance but never saw him right there in front of her.

“Who?” Coco asked, this new information piquing his interest.

“I don’t know exactly, Monica didn’t say much.” Raphael finished off his drink now swirling his empty bottle around. “And I need another drink.”

“I got it, need another one myself anyways.” Coco offered standing up. Monica had just gone back inside while on the phone once more and he wanted to check on her.

Monica finished leaving another voicemail for Lydia. She looked at her phone once more checking for any messages but there was still nothing. She had to face it, Lydia wasn’t coming and she couldn’t hold off on cake any longer. Monica took a deep breath trying to calm herself, she was pissed not just for herself but Maddie too. Lydia had never missed one of Maddie’s birthdays before. What made it worse was Monica was sure it had to do with that new guy Michael.

Lydia ditched her goddaughter for a man.

Monica pulled the unicorn cake from the fridge. She opened up the package containing the candles and finished off the cake placing five of them strategically around its horn. She made sure they were all evenly spaced, taking extra care to get it right while she stalled going back outside. She wanted just a little more time to clear her head before she went back out.

Coco stepped into the house closing the sliding glass door behind him. Monica heard him come in, knowing it was Coco by the sounds of his movements but still her attention never strayed from the cake.

Coco leaned against the counter watching her. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” She kept her response short avoiding the reason she was upset even though she knew that he knew, “Just getting ready for cake. I need to light the candles so we can get this show on the road.” Monica gave the candles one final adjustment. She turned around still never once looking at Coco. She began her search through the junk drawer in the counter behind her for a lighter. She mumbled and cursed as she continued her search determined to find it. Coming up empty she finally accepted defeat with a slam of the drawer.

“Yeah you certainly seem okay.” Coco chuckled trying to lighten the mood. “You know over half the people here fucking smoke and have a lighter, all you have to do is ask.” Coco pulled his lighter out of his pocket and handed it to her.

Monica turned finally facing him. She took his green lighter he had extended out to her. “Thank you.” She muttered. She stalled a little longer with the cake pretending to be busy with it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Coco offered leaning against the counter once more.

“Not really.”

Coco nodded before pushing himself off the counter. He disappeared a minute before coming back with two shot glasses and the bottle of vodka from the hidden liquor cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Monica looked at the glasses watching Coco as he poured the shots.

“Pouring shots.” Coco said matter of factly. “What does it look like I’m doing? You look like you could use one.” He slid one across the counter.

“It’s my daughter’s fifth birthday party. I shouldn’t be taking shots.” Monica protested sliding it back. She could have a beer or a wine cooler but that was all she would allow herself.

“That’s exactly why you should take this shot with me.” He insisted pushing it back towards her. “Come on, just the one.”

“That’s what you said last time.” Monica let out a small laugh, loosening up some now. Their whole arrangement had started one lonely night with just one shot. “And now here we are six years later.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s fuckin true.” He agreed. “Damn does time fly.”

“It certainly does.”

The two took a moment caught up in their own thoughts reminiscing on what once was, thinking how far they had come and how things had changed so much since those simpler times.

“Well why not?” Monica broke the silence, “Fuck it.”

“There she is.” Coco grinned holding his glass up. “Fuck it.”

Monica held her glass up before downing the clear liquid. She set her glass down with a clink letting the burn of the alcohol pass before taking Coco’s glass from him.”You were always better at that than me.” She laughed taking the glasses to the sink setting them down to be added with the other dishes to be washed later. “Thank you, I needed that.” She pulled him in for a hug. “Do you mind gathering everyone for me?”

“Sure, I’ll see you back out there.” Coco gave her shoulder a squeeze then grabbed a couple of the beers from the cooler on his way out.

Monica lit the candles admiring the flames for a second. She carefully picked up the cake to make her way out. As soon as she got out the door she began to sing happy birthday with everyone picking up and joining in with her.

She smiled, her heart filled with joy seeing her baby surrounded by all the people who loved her. She really couldn’t have asked for a better family to raise her around. She set the cake down on the table in front of Maddie, her smile as big as the world as she bounced excitedly on Hank’s lap looking at her beautiful cake.

The song ended and Maddie looked to Monica for the go ahead to blow out her candles.

“Go on baby.” Monica encouraged as everyone waited expectantly. “Blow out your candles and make a wish.”

Maddie took a very deep breath squeezing her eyes shut as she blew out her candles with one very special wish on her mind.

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Stuck With You - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Staring At The Ceiling

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College Enemies To Lovers AU

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Things will seem much better in the morning light, Love will be much easier to own. Things will look much better in the pale sunlight. We can be together like before

You're lying on the floor and Staring at the ceiling. Thinking of the place you Have never seen before

And you want love without pain And waiting for the feeling

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                                     Niall and I didn't talk for two more days. I practically lived In Louis'  room and if I wanted to be honest, it was driving me insane, but when Louis told me that he was going to be gone all weekend, I felt my heart skip a beat. Apparently, his roommate was also coming back, with his girlfriend this time, since the girl's roommate was tired to share the room with both of them. I didn't have any other option beside going back to my room and I didn't know how to face Niall again.

I was gathering some of my stuff in Louis room when he got out of the shower. I didn't even glance at him, imagining the way it would feel to be face to face with Niall again and every single one of my scenarios ended badly.

"Hey, Dev, I'm sorry."

I glanced at Louis and sent him a small smile. "Don't be. I invaded your space for way too long already."

"It's only for a few days, you can come back next week." he pointed out, making me raise my nose up in a grimace.

"No, thank you. I mean, maybe from time to time, but not every day. I care about our friendship too much. I don't want you to get tired of me."

I felt him move closer and looked up at him, noticing he was raising his eyebrows at me. He put his hands on my shoulders and bent down slightly to look in my eyes, making me blink a few times. I pressed my lips together, waiting for him to talk and he just shook his head slightly.

"I will never get tired of you, okay?"

My lips curled very lightly in a small smile and I nodded a few times before he smiled more. I couldn't explain how happy I felt to have found someone like Louis. I didn't know if it was fate or simple luck but I couldn't even imagine how lonely this school would feel without him.

He took a step back and shrugged, grabbing one of my books and handing it to me. "Besides, we're soul sisters, right?"

I stopped what I was doing and turned my head to look at him. My smile turned into a fond one and I nodded again. "We are."

"Alright," Louis added, sitting on his bed and looking up at me. "Since I actually love you, I'm going to give you a way to have the room at least one night for yourself. I still think you and Niall should have a good discussion but, he's been alone in that room for a few days, and you deserve a break."

I raised my eyebrows, suddenly curious. "Does it involve food poisoning and can I get caught?"

"Idiot." he let out with a chuckle, rolling his eyes. "No, just text him that you'll be with a guy all night and you need the room for yourself."

"What if he thinks that guy is you?" I asked after sitting next to him.

"If it was me, we'd just stay here." he shrugged. "I have faith he'll actually make an effort with you after that. I think making the other jealous is the worst way to get that person to like you, but maybe being alone in your room for one night will help you both."

I looked down at my hands as I played nervously with my fingers. Making Niall jealous was never my intention, but whenever I mentioned Louis, he wouldn't like it. I was not sure why, but I sort of wanted it to be because he liked me. No matter what it was for, though, I was not going to give up on Louis' friendship.

"Anyway, he gets jealous no matter what you say, so." Louis shrugged again. "So, are you going to do it?"

I looked up at him as he stared at me with an amused smile. I didn't know why it was so funny to him but I liked seeing him like that. I knew he was getting a bit tired of that 'war' between Niall and I, and I couldn't blame him. After all, he was friends with both of us and it probably wasn't easy to manage, but he did it anyway, with a lot of whining and eye rolling.

"Yea, I think I will."

---

It took Niall about an hour to answer my text message and all he was able to type was 'ok'. I stared at the word for a few seconds, blinking a few times and expecting a second message to come but it didn't and I just decided to have a relaxed evening by myself. I knew most people would go out, go to a party or hang out with friends but I hadn't been by myself in a while and I decided to take a quick shower before watching some movies on my computer. It's only when I realized that I needed to go to the bathroom that I noticed it.

I stared at the notebook, the only thing laying on Niall's bed, as I felt my heart skip a beat. It was where he wrote his thoughts and his songs, and I knew this book was filled with his emotions and parts of his soul. I kept looking at it for a few seconds before sitting back on my bed. There was something tempting about it. I knew I would never open it but the thought that I could do it if I wanted was thrilling in a way I couldn't explain.

Would I find out things about him if I could read what he had written? Would I understand him better? What took me out of my thought was the soft knock at the door and I shook my head to get back to reality before frowning slightly. I had no idea who it could be and I held my breath, hoping it was not the girl Niall had sex with. For some obvious reason, I really didn't want to face her again.

I got up slowly and walked up to the door, breathing in and holding it as I turned the knob and opened the door. Niall's facial expression changed from neutral to surprised and his lips parted when our eyes met.

"Sorry, I just... I forgot my notebook."

I saw him glance behind me in the room and just moved away to let him pass. He seemed to hesitate but walked in until his bed, bending down slightly to grab his notebook. He slapped it nervously on his thigh a few times and finally, his eyes met mine again.

"Your... guest isn't here yet?" he wondered with a frown as he noticed my computer.

"Are you really going to have time writing in this while shagging your girlfriend?"

"She's not my-" he stopped himself and sighed. "What did Louis tell you?"

I shrugged and turned around to close the door. "Not much, just that you two have sex."

"Doesn't make her my girlfriend." he pointed out, turning around and searching for something in one of his drawers.

"So you didn't cheat on her when you kissed me?"

He suddenly stopped rummaging through his stuff but his back was still facing me. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my heart beating in my chest and making my whole body throb. I couldn't believe I had asked that but at the same time, it felt so good to let it out.

"I've never cheated on any of my girlfriends." he finally explained before continuing to search through his stuff, but a lot more gently than a few seconds before. "Mandy is not my girlfriend, and she doesn't care who I kiss."

I didn't really know what to answer and I just stood up motionless, waiting for him to be done. I let my eyes roam on the side of his face and started nibbling on my bottom lip as my heart skipped a beat. Why did looking at him always make something stir in my stomach? I had seen pretty people in my life, and had taken the time to stare at a few, too, but no one had ever made me want to stare at them forever like Niall did. I didn't even want to blink to make sure I wouldn't miss anything and suddenly, I felt embarrassed. Despite that fact, I let my cheeks burn but kept looking at him.

"What about you? When is your boyfriend coming here?"

"I don't have a boyfriend, you're totally aware of that." I replied, trying to look away from him without success.

"You said you had a guy over, that's why I have to stay away all night." he pointed out, turning to me.

Our eyes met and I felt my facial expression change from fond to a bit more serious. "I never said that. I said I needed the room tonight. I never talked about anyone coming over." I explained as his face changed too when he realized his mistake. "But you should go, Mandy is probably waiting for you."

I turned around, reaching on my bed for a sweater when I heard him whisper my name very low. I held my breath, feeling the heat of his body very close to mine, and when I turned around, his hands reached for my cheeks, cupping my face quickly before his mouth crashed on mine. It was not soft and gentle like the first time he kissed me. It was rough and passionate, and when he took a step closer, I felt his body lean lightly on mine. I closed my eyes tight, feeling his half-hard cock press against my thigh and it made me feel a bit dizzy. His lips parted mine quickly and I couldn't help but whimpered low. He swallowed my moan as one of my hands reached for the front of his shirt before gripping it, as if he could disappear.

I could taste beer on his tongue, mixed with what he tasted the last time we kissed, and it made me want to straddle him, or get on my knees for him. I was obsessed with the way his body felt against mine, like it was just made to be there, and when I tried pulling away to catch my breath, one of his hands moved behind my neck to keep my mouth pressed against his.

He let out a curse word in a whisper. Just a small and low 'fuck' before pushing his tongue in my mouth again. Without thinking, I wrapped my lips around it and sucked on it for a few seconds before he quickly pulled away, taking a step back. I blinked a few times, just looking at him as he passed his hand in his hair and turned around, tilting his head down. I realized I was panting, lips parted and my heart racing, but most of all, I felt my whole body shake and my inner thighs throb at the way he had kissed me.

It took him about a minute to turn around slowly. He brushed one of his fingers on his bottom lip but avoided my gaze before swallowing hard.

"You-" he let out, cutting himself and shaking his head a bit. "I'm gonna leave you alone. I shouldn't be here. I came just because I wanted to..." he shook his head again. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He grabbed his notebook and his shirt before walking quickly to the door but when he was about to leave, I couldn't stop myself from saying his name. It came out louder than I thought and once again, he stopped moving completely, his hand on the knob.

"You can stay if you want."

I couldn't see his face but he just shook his head. "It's better I don't."

"Are you going to sleep in Mandy's room?"

My voice was soft and I knew how insecure and sad it sounded. I just couldn't spend the whole evening wondering about it, it would drive me insane.

"No, I asked this guy from my writing class if I could crash on his couch."

It made my heart feel suddenly lighter and I licked my lips, nodding slowly even if he couldn't see me. "Will you come back tomorrow?"

This time, he turned his head my way and our eyes met. I didn't know what I was seeing in his eyes but somehow, I felt like he was seeing the same thing in mine.

"Yes."

He didn't give me time to answer and quickly opened the door and left. It closed in a loud noise behind him and as soon as it did, I breathed in deeply as if I hadn't done it since that kiss. I felt confused, dizzy and horny all at the same time. Perhaps he was right, perhaps it was better that he left, because I was pretty sure I knew how it would have ended, and even if I wanted it more than I thought I would, it was a bit premature, especially from two persons who always ended up being pissed at each other.

How could I forget him now? How could I even try to hate him? It seemed like an impossible task and I sat on my bed and closed my eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply until my heartbeats came back to a normal pace. I thought about his dick pressed on me and held my breath again, squeezing my thighs together and groaned low at how weak I was. I wanted to touch myself and at the same time, I felt like this ecstatic feeling that I had ever since his mouth crushed on mine would just leave after an orgasm, and I wanted to keep feeling it for as long as I could.

I watched two more movies but couldn't really get into it. In fact, I couldn't remember anything from them and I finally decided to just go to bed. It was early but it didn't matter. I couldn't take Niall off my mind. I lied there for a while before taking my phone and opening the camera. I aimed it at the ceiling where I could see the lights coming from the streets and snapped a picture before posting it on instagram. I typed the lyrics that immediately came to my mind and posted it.

It didn't even take one minute before I got a notification and my heart skipped a beat when I realized Niall had liked my picture. My eyes roamed again on the lyrics and I started nibbling on my bottom lip slowly.

"Things will seem much better in the morning light, Love will be much easier to own."

---

He didn't lie. Niall came back around dinner time and I was still in my sweatpants and t-shirt. He walked in the room and sent me a small smile before walking to his bed. I stopped focusing on what I was studying but it was not like I had been very productive anyway. I couldn't stop thinking about him, about our kiss, and about what could have happened if he hadn't left.

I tried to look at him subtly and felt my lips curl a bit when he entered the halo of light that came from the window. The sun was slowly setting and it made his light brown hair turn a dark shade of blonde.

"Slept well?" he asked without looking at me.

"Mmhm, and you?"

I couldn't tell him that I hadn't stopped thinking about him, not even a second. I couldn't tell him the things I had imagined all night long, tossing and turning in bed without being able to fall asleep. I couldn't tell him that when I finally could sleep, I had dreamed about him.

"Was alright, but my friend's couch was horrible." he chuckled, his eyebrows making a small wave that made me smile.

"Maybe you should have slept here."

I held my breath until he turned to look at me and sent me a small but amused smile. "Maybe."

I kept looking at him and pressed my lips together, trying to stop them from curling into a bigger smile, and after a while, he laughed a bit again. "Oh, that reminds me, my friend is having a party tonight, if you want to come with me, it'd be nice." He looked away as he asked and shrugged a shoulder but it made my heartbeats accelerate. "You can invite Louis too, if you want."

"Oh Louis is gone for the weekend." I explained in a low tone. I always felt uncomfortable talking about Louis with Niall, and it always stressed me because I was always scared his mood would change. "I'd love to go, though, if you still want me to. I've been trying to study all day and nothing works."

"Of course, I asked you, didn't I?" he chuckled, making my heart twist. He seemed in a good mood and even if I didn't know why, I liked it more than I could explain. "Get ready, I'll be back in an hour. I'm going for pizza with a few friends."

"Sure, I'll be ready." I nodded, feeling suddenly extremely nervous to go to a party in a place I didn't know, with people I didn't know. "Where is the party?"

"It's the friend I slept at yesterday. He's in my writing class. We started working on a song together but most of the time, we just end up getting drunk when we hang out." he laughed, glancing at me. "He's got an apartment not so far."

"You won't just... leave me by myself, right?" I asked in a soft tone.

"No worries, you can follow me around all you want. Even in the bathroom." he chuckled, making me laugh too.

"I'll remember that." I grinned, thinking of when we actually got stuck together. "Are you the designated driver tonight too?"

"Nop, and I'm totally gonna get pissed!"

"Maybe I shouldn't drink to make sure you're okay."

He turned to me and raised his eyebrows at me, his lips curled into a smirk. "Devie, I'm a big guy, don't worry. If I'm too drunk we can take a cab or just sleep at my friend's place."

"On an uncomfortable couch?" I joked, laughing again.

"Exactly."

He grabbed his phone again and put it in his back pocket before looking around and finally, he turned to me and moved his chin quickly in my direction. "I'll be back in an hour."

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Of All the Places

Chapter 10

Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: Washing up in a small town in Oklahoma was definitely not part of Loki’s plan when he came to conquer Midgard. There is one good thing about it, though: No one recognizes him as the one who just wreaked havoc in New York. So, Loki plans to recover from the battle and move on with his life. The only problem? He’s not sure he can leave you. Chapter Summary: The time has come for Loki to tell you how he feels, and he insist on doing it right. Now he just has to hope that you feel the same way he does. Chapter Warnings: zip, zilch, zero A/N: This was a really fun chapter to write, and I’m so excited to share it. Want to tell me what you thought of it or what you think will happen next? I’d love to hear it! Updates every Friday. Happy reading, all :) 

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His promise to John was one Loki intended to keep. He’d gotten hardly any sleep these past few nights, trying to think of the perfect way to tell you how he truly feels. And, he had to confess, he already missed your warm mortal body snuggling up against him while slept, and waking up to your arms wrapped around him, safe and content. Well, that was all terribly off topic, and Loki refocused on the task at hand, which, in addition to figuring out his dilemma, was not burning breakfast.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was very awkward right now. Papa had stepped out for a minute, so it was just Loki and Mama. They hadn’t spoken since the confrontation in the barn, and he wasn’t sure if it was because she still hated him or felt bad about what she said. He sighed, knowing if he were to ever be with you, it would certainly hurt your relationship with your mother more. It pained his heart to think that you’d never get to meet his mother. That he’d never get to see her again, either. The thought gave him all the confidence he needed to do what he knew he must.

“I am sorry,” he said.

“What?” she said, utterly surprised. Then more hostilely, she added, “What did you do.”

“I have, perhaps, not been as polite to you as I should have, and for that I am sorry. But I need you to know that I mean it when I say I would never do anything to hurt this family. I could not live with myself if I did.”

“You know what James always said?” Mama asked after a moment of silence, her voice breaking and tears welling in her eyes. “He said everyone deserved a second chance. That we’re all just trying to do the best we can, and we shouldn’t judge anyone too harshly. I’m thankful every day that he wasn’t as cynical as I am. So I’m sorry too, for not giving you a chance.”

Loki fetched her a tissue to dry her her eyes. He never had been very good at dealing with emotions and was unsure of what the correct procedure here was. In the end, he just bowed his head and gave her a moment to compose herself.

“I know what you’ve been planning, and though you didn’t quite ask for it,” she began once her tears were dry, “you have my blessing. I really do want my babies to be happy, it’s just so hard to let go.”

“I understand,” he said. “And thank you. My sole mission in life shall be to make them happy.”

Mama gave a sad little smile, almost like she did not believe him. Or perhaps she was just upset for herself at having to move on. Either way, he was grateful they’d come to an understanding. Hopefully a lasting one this time.

“Loki, one more thing,” she said.

“Yes?”

“Your waffles are burning.”

He quickly saved the batch before they were ruined completely. Thankfully, Papa came back to help him soon. Though they were a great deal harder than pancakes, they still came out pretty well, making Loki’s chest swell with pride that he was assimilating so well. He smiled to himself, thinking how this could be the rest of his life with you. Maybe the two of you could even get your own plot of land one day, right near this one. This whole mentality of thinking optimistically was much easier than constantly preparing for the worst, Loki decided.

“Morning, Loki. Did you make those?” you asked, spying the plate of waffles. “They smell great.”

“Thank you,” he blushed. “Would you like to taste one?”

You nodded, and he impaled a small piece on a fork. He held it to your lips, and you ate it, the interaction making his heart stutter.

“It’s delicious! You’re quite the chef, if you ask me,” you complimented him, grabbing the whipped cream and syrup to put on the table.

“Again, thank you, my darling. I’m sure it’s nothing special, though.”

“Sounds to me like you should try it, too,” you said, mimicking his actions from before and feeding him. Needless to say, his cheeks went bright red. “See? Delicious.”

“Morning guys,” John said, walking in. “Congratulations, Loki. I’m glad you finally did it.”

Loki started motioning for him to shut up, immediately understanding that John thought your behavior was due to him telling you how he felt. Alas, that was just how the two of you behaved with each other. Though, perhaps it was good, and he should see it as a sign that you reciprocated his feelings.

“Finally did what?” you asked, completely perplexed.

“Oh, uh, just making waffles. Big step up the breakfast ladder,” John said, giving Loki a subtle thumbs up.

“Indeed! That’s it,” Loki heaped onto the cover up. “In fact, we should eat them before they get cold.”

He shepherded both of you to the table where the rest of the family joined you. He could tell you were all being genuine when you said how much you enjoyed the food. Lies were his specialty, after all, and he couldn’t spot a single one. Except his entire reason for being there, obviously. There was always that untruth hanging in the air, ruining what would otherwise be bringing him bliss.

“Sorry about this morning,” John said as they headed out into the fields later that day. “Hope I didn’t spoil anything.”

“No need to worry. It was a close one, but we covered it up just fine,” Loki replied. “In truth, I have not even found the right words to tell them. And believe me, I’ve been wracking my brain.”

“Well, maybe that’s the issue.”

“What is?”

“That you’re thinking so hard. Just speak from the heart.”

“Perhaps, but the scene must be set just right. I insist upon having that planned out, at least.”

“Fair enough. Don’t worry, we’ll think of something.”

They set about the usual chores, and Loki thought about the situation the whole time. It wasn’t until they were heading back in for the evening that inspiration struck. You were waiting for them on the porch, waving as they came in. Besides the fact that it was rather picturesque, it made him realize you'd had some important moments there. Like that day when you went to the creek, the first time he’d really felt close to you, it had started with you talking on the porch. When you’d almost kissed the day of the party, that was on the porch, too. Perhaps it was just the place to start the next phase of your relationship.

“John,” he whispered as you walked inside. “I believe I have the perfect idea.”

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“What do you think, little one? Is it perfect?”

“Hmm,” Matt said in reply, then adjusted a napkin ever so slightly. “There. Now it is!”

“Thank you. Everything must be just right for tonight.”

“And it will be,” Ana said, laying a comforting hand on Loki’s shoulder.

“She’s right,” John added, coming out of the house and placing a kiss on his wife’s cheek. “You planned it out all week.”

“I know, but these nerves will not settle.”

“Well, maybe it’s time to just go for it.”

“He’s right,” Ana encouraged. “Once you do it, there’ll be nothing left to worry about.”

“I suppose you are right. No time like the present.”

He shook himself out, feeling more nervous than he had in his whole life. Even with the encouragement of his friends, he wasn’t sure he could do this. Though, the fact that he even had friends did give him a boost of confidence. On the flip side of that, he was saddened by the fact he could not share this with his family. Because even after all this time, he still thought of them as that. Well, Thor and Frigga anyway; Odin, not so much.

“You can do this, Loki!” Matt cheered, hugging Loki’s legs.

He fondly smiled down at the boy and pat his head. “Thank you, little one.”

“And don’t forget, no one can resist a god,” John said with a wink after Ana and Matt were gone, then headed in himself.

Loki waited a minute before going in, too. As he traveled the halls to your room to invite you down, he recalled all the time he’d spent in the house. Before he came here and met all of you, he was convinced he was doomed. But now, he thought happiness was possible again. He’d been so broken, but you’d healed him with your gentle touches and kind words.

This world around him, he owed all to you. You’d showed him a way to live he’d never even considered before, extended the offer of a place in your home to him. He deeply wished he could do the same for you, raise you to the level of the gods in Asgard. He wanted to show you the gleaming, golden city, give you a tour of the place where he grew up. It was pointless, though, for he knew it could never be.

“Darling,” he said, knocking on your door. You opened it up, and he tried to calm his wild heart. “Do you suppose you could meet me on the porch in, say, ten minutes?”

“Oh! Yeah, sure. What for?”

“You will see,” he smiled before going back down to check over everything one final time.

After giving everything a once over, Loki conjured a bouquet of your favorite flowers on a whim. It felt almost strange to use his powers after keeping them hidden so long. It came back to him rather easily, even so. He hoped that one day he would be able to show you all the tricks he could do. To amaze you with magic out of your wildest dreams. If tonight went well, he was certain he would.

“Loki. I’m here. I-” you paused, taking in the set up on the porch. “What is all this?”

He gulped, hoping he didn’t go overboard with the twinkle lights and lanterns. Your family had said that it wasn’t too much, but maybe they were wrong. For once, your face was unreadable. Although, maybe that was just because he was going through a million emotions of his own.

“It’s for you. I was hoping we could dine together this evening,” he told you, presenting the flowers, which you gratefully accepted.

“Of course we can. But, if you don’t mind my asking, why just the two of us?”

“To be perfectly clear, my darling, I like you. I like you as more than just a friend, and I want to be more than that. So, I suppose this is me asking you on a date.”

“Then, this is me accepting.”

You both stood there grinning like idiots for a minute before he cleared his mind. He pulled out a chair for you and then sat in his own. Papa had been enlisted to help Loki cook one of your favorite meals. You raved about how good it was, and Loki had never felt lighter. It was like he was floating on air. The dessert, too, you thoroughly enjoyed. Everything was going swimmingly, but Loki was still not satisfied with his confession when there was so much else he wanted to say to you.

“My darling,” he began, circling around to your side of the table. You got up, too, and invited him to sit on the porch swing. “I must admit, I do not think it sufficient that I have not completely expressed how I feel. You see, when I first came here, I was so lost. But then there was you, so kind, so accepting. You became my direction, the only place I want to be, regardless of where I was before all this. You’ve said before that you do not think your life would be complete with me in it. Well I have yet to tell you that I feel exactly the same way, but I do. More than I can even express.”

You whispered his name, and he yours in reply. It was both a question and an invitation, full of desire and longing as his hand cupped your cheek. He leaned in towards you. A part of him did not want to do this until after he’d shared the whole truth, something he’d originally planned on doing tonight. But right now, the overwhelming majority of thoughts in his head were urging him to follow through with this. The second before your lips were going to meet, the front door slammed open.

“I thought you two might like to come inside,” Mama said. “It’s going to rain, and it’s getting awful late.”

Whether the part about the rain was true or not, Loki did not know, but either way he did not appreciate the interruption. After all, sitting on the porch you did have protection from the elements. He thought she was okay with him dating you, but apparently not. It didn’t particularly matter though, since he wasn’t going to call her out on it.

“Thank you,” he said instead. “I guess we should be heading in then.”

You nodded and began the trek up to your rooms. How he wished you could have finished that moment on the porch, but it was too late now. You bid each other goodnight, and he cast a longing glance over his shoulder at you. Before his hand could touch the knob of his door, you spun him back around and placed a kiss to his lips. It was hasty and sloppy, but it was still perfect.

“Goodnight, Loki,” you whispered breathlessly and leaving him in a daze.

He flopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, quietly laughing to himself once he fully processed what had happened. Tonight had gone better than he ever could have imagined. Except for one thing. He realized he never told you the truth about who he was. His heart sank, thinking how he might ruin what he’d just gained if he did come clean now. But he knew he must. And soon. Because if there was one thing he’d truly meant, it was that he never wanted to hurt you. He could only hope that telling you wouldn’t do just that.

[goodlucktkachuk]

Frantic Pt.7 -- Matthew Tkachuk

a/n: I know I said this was the end but I decided i’m doing one more part. Also I won’t take forever to update I promise. Enjoy

Warnings: Implied smut

Word count: 1.3K

It was just a bit past 3am and you were still wide awake. Every few minutes you heard Matthew approach the bedroom but he would swiftly turn around and retreat to the living room, scared you were going to yell at him again. You understood the physical aspect of the game just as much as the players do but you always hated when they brought their personal lives onto the ice. Your thoughts were broken as light filled Matthew's bedroom and you lifted your hand to shield your eyes. When your eyes adjusted to the light you were met with a defeated Matty that was too scared to say anything to you. After what felt like hours you spoke.

“Come to bed Matthew, it’s late.”

With no hesitation he threw himself onto the bed and promptly pulled you into his chest, gripping you tight because he was afraid you would push him away again.

“Y/n…” He started but you quickly planted a kiss on his lips.

“Tomorrow baby, let’s get some sleep.” And with that you both drifted to sleep.

The next morning you didn’t get the wake up you were hoping for. You expected to wake up in Matthew's tight embrace but instead you were met with a cold glass of water and a mangled mixture of Taryn and Brady’s laughter filling the room. Adjusting fast you see that Brady is holding the cup and you lunge at him from the bed, catching him at the waist and you both topple to the floor. You snatch the cup and toss it to Tayrn who runs to fill it without you even asking her to. Brady struggles underneath you and despite being a professional athlete you got him pinned. His sister returns and lets you do the honours of getting the young winger back. You push off of him and walk out of the room to go greet Chantal who you can hear down the hall. The second she sees you she pulls you into a tight hug even after you protest because you were damp.

“I raised Matthew and Brady, a little water isn’t going to scare me away hun.” Pulling away she looks you up and down before pulling you into another hug.

“How's my second favourite child doing?” Instantly, you, Taryn and Keith break out into laughter as the boys break into protest as a warm feeling fills your chest. You spend the morning catching up with her on school, what life is like in Toronto, how Mitch and Steph are, why he hasn’t proposed and just everything else she can think of. Through the morning you and Matt try to keep your distance, exchanging a few choice glances and the occasional touch that lingers a bit too long.

As the day progressed the group split in two with the men heading to the arena and the women heading downtown to go shopping. It had been so long since you had gotten to spend time with them that you didn’t want to waste a second. At the same time you felt bad for hiding your relationship with Matthew from his family. You know how close they are and how much they love you. Just something about it made uneasy and both the women you were with could tell. The three of you were stopping for coffee before heading to the game when Chantal asked the lethal question.

“Y/n is everything okay? You seem off today.”

“I’m in a conflicting position and I’m not sure what to do.”

“I won’t pressure you into telling us but everything you say is safe with us.” You smiled kindly and took a deep breath.

“I don’t know if he’s mentioned it at all but me and Matthew have been seeing each other for the past few weeks. We haven’t told anyone yet, Mitch doesn’t even know but it felt wrong keeping it from you guys.”

A warm smile crossed their faces as they pulled you into a tight hug as all the fear left your body. After pulling away you could see the joy on Chantal’s face and a look of disappointment on Taryns.

“What’s wrong T?” You ask with hesitation, scared she was going to be upset.

“I owe Dad ten dollars because I thought you’d end up with Brady..” She said with a huff as you laugh. Of course they had a bet about what son you would date first.

The rest of the afternoon and evening went smoother, thankfully your boyfriend had the same idea and told Keith and Brady earlier in the day. You felt more a part of their family then ever.

The rest of the night went smoothly with Calgary clinching a last minute win over Ottawa, filling Matthew with pride that you were there to see him win with his family behind you. From there, the six of you went out for a nice dinner. Now that the ice was broken Matthew was a lot more affectionate now, even though it came with a million and one chirps, including a few from yourself. The night ended with many tearfilled hugs, (mainly from you and Taryn) and quiet till we saw you agains and loose threats about you coming down to St.Louis for the off season.

Once you were tucked into your uber back home, you let your head fall onto Matthew’s shoulder and a small smile formed on your lips. The silence was comfortable but you decided to break it anyway.

“So are we official, official now?” you saw timidly. Matthew let out a small laugh and wrapped his arm around your body, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t you think that's a silly question babycakes?”

“Hey now, hey now, I just wanted to be sure we were on the same page!” Your voice gets playful and defensive as you look up at him.

Shaking his head he plants a sweet kiss on your lips and smiles when he pulls away. “Princess you’re mine till the end of time.”

The rest of the ride was spent back in the comfort of silence until you were both settled back at Matthews place. Once through the door, he grabbed your hips and pulled you both down into the couch, trying his hardest to kiss your neck. Everytime you pulled away you were brought back into his arms tighter, causing you to laugh. Finally escaping his grasp you laughed at the pout covering his face.

“I’m going to put pj’s, I’ll be right back.” 

Before he can protest you are already down the hall and out of sight. Making your way over to your suitcase, a nervous feeling entered your chest as you slipped off your clothes and let the red fabric cover your body. Slipping into the bathroom you take a long look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is in double french braids that are messy from the day's wear and you focus on your chipped black nail polish. His jersey sits at the mid point of your thigh and complements your skin beautiful. As you shift to look at his name displayed across the back, you get a peek of the white lace resting underneath. Taking a deep breath you decide it’s time to show him what he’s been waiting for.  You walk out into the living room, his back facing you as he watches TV.

“Hey Matthew…” You say with a mischievous tone.

“Yeah babe?” He responds innocently as he turns around, jaw dropping and springing to his feet once he sees you.

All you can do is laugh as you turn back towards the bedroom, hearing another audible gasp come from the boy behind you. Before you knew it, he caught your hip and spun you so you were facing him. From there he hosted you over his shoulder causing you to burst out laughing.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about princess, you aren’t leaving my bed till morning.”

[tododekukiribakux]

Never Fallen from Quite This High

[PROMPT:  one-shot about Can being jealous and Tin dealing with that. From: Maoshi over at Ao3 THANK YOU <3] They were friends, damn near best friends.

At least, to everyone else they were.  It wasn’t exactly how he wanted it, but while Can adjusted to the idea of having a boyfriend (though two months in Tin wasn’t sure how much adjusting he needed)  and while he adjusted to having something he was terrified Tul would try to harm, they were keeping their relationship quiet.  There were only a few people that didn’t seem to believe that was all they were, Pete of course was forever questioning what was going on between them, and with Pete came his Thai Program boyfriend who didn’t seem to like it when Pete questioned it, but he could sense him watching.  Protecting.  Ridiculous, since he’d ruin anyone who so much as touched a single hair on Can’s head.  Unfortunately for everyone else, the threat was not only real, Tin had the means to do it and enough hurt buried in him to do so without remorse.  Can was the only thing that kept him together, his life line, the one person who stomped out the raging fires before they could spread, offering calm instead and all he needed was to look at him to find peace.

He hated it being a secret, but there was one benefit that came along with it.  Can jealous was just about the cutest thing he’d ever seen in his life.  He had no cause to be jealous, his heart was Can’s, he’d already made it very clear that he was head-over-heels in love with him, much to Can's embarrassment.  That had been cute as well, and so he said it whenever he was sure no one was listening, just to see the way Can’s face would heat up, watch him slap his hands over his face… and every now and again announce that he thought he was going to shit over it.  

The jealousy came in different forms, it came whenever a girl was a bit too persistent in trying to get his number.  Somehow the news always reached Can’s ears, and he most certainly didn’t find a way to make sure it did.  He’d later find his boyfriend waiting for him, a pout already formed on his lips, his arms crossed in frustration.  

It sometimes came simply because his little sister seemed to think there was something going on between him and Pete.  Can hated the way she shipped them, even when Tin tried to point out that it was actually kind of funny that while she was shipping him with Pete, he was making out with her older brother just outside of her notice.  After being denied so many kisses, after Can tried so hard to fight against them… they could hardly keep their lips off of each other now.  It made hiding the relationship difficult, but he got a thrill out of seeing just how far they could push it before they got caught.  He had a suspicion that Can did too.  That or he was just far too jealous to stop it.  Which was exactly how they’d ended up kissing just under the football stands, around the corner from where she was talking about how cute Pete was.  Can had initiated that kiss, he’d practically attacked his mouth, and thus far it was one of Tin’s top five favorites that they’d shared.  

Thanks to Ley, the jealousy even came when he talked to Pete.  Did Tin talk to him perhaps just a bit more to get a rise out of Can?  Certainly not.  Of course not.  He wouldn’t ever.  It benefited Pete as well, at least, because as they stood talking, and in truth they were only talking about a project they had to work on together, he could see both Can and Ae out of the corner of his eyes, both with clenched fists, both pointedly staring and not discussing what they were angry about.  Can because he couldn’t, Ae because well… who knew, he didn’t try to understand Pete’s little boyfriend.  

“When you finish your portion of the information gathering, can you email it to me?  I’ll put it together with mine and then we can figure it out from there?” Pete’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he offered an indifferent nod of his head.

“I’m almost done, I’ll get it to you tomorrow,” he shrugged, checking his phone as he glanced towards Can, who was now facing away, his hand pointing towards the field as he spoke with Pete’s boyfriend.  Pete himself cheerfully agreed that getting his part of the assignment the next day worked, but something else had his attention, his hand over his mouth as he stifled the laughter that was shaking his shoulders. “What is it, now?”  He questioned, his voice bored - he didn’t actually care, in truth, but he figured Pete was probably going to tell him anyway.  Whatever was making him laugh was on his phone, Pete’s eyes were locked on it.

“Are you very sure you and Can aren’t… you know… together?”  The words were giggled, an actual damn giggle.  His eyes roamed back over to where the guy that actually was his boyfriend stood, his back was still facing away.  But he noted that Can also had his phone in hand. Tin slowly looked back to Pete’s phone as his curiosity piqued.  What did Can’s crazy ass do now?

“Last I checked we were not, as I’ve told you before.  He’s a good friend.”  That didn’t seem to put a stop to the flow of giggles, they only increased as Pete handed his phone over for Tin to look at, instagram already pulled up on it’s screen.

“Scroll back up a bit, Can… find Can,” it didn’t take long, it never did, he had his profile picture, his account name committed to memory.  It was Tin now biting back a laugh, a picture of him and Can that they’d taken just after one of his games showing as his latest update.  There wasn’t anything about it that screamed that they were dating, his arm was around Can, and he was actually smiling for a change while Can positively beamed.  What did make it seem like something was going on was the caption, and the fact that Lemon had not only been tagged but had commented demanding an explanation that Can argued against.   

The caption said nothing more than MY friend, the word my in all caps as though he was trying to prove a point.  Lemon tagged just beside it. The comments below were a small sibling argument that had Tin stuck biting the side of his hand as he read it, both to stop the smile and to keep himself grounded.  

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“Something wrong, Cantaloupe?” He questioned as they made their way into his bedroom, his boyfriend immediately dropping his bag unceremoniously on the floor and flopping himself dramatically on his bed.  He knew what was wrong, he’d known earlier in the day from his actions, from the picture he’d posted where Ley had demanded to know why he cared who she shipped him with.  The pout hadn’t left his lips since, and Tin only saw one real solution.  As far as he was concerned, Tul could go straight to hell, it wasn’t like he’d ever allow him near Can anyway.  Therefore, the metaphorical ball was left with Can, he could either send it towards the goal - the goal that let everyone know they were together, that they were in love even if Can had yet to utter the words, or he could keep dribbling the ball and allowing his jealousy to grow.

Tin, for his part, was very much hoping he’d be the strong football player he knew he was and kick that ball as hard as he could towards the net.

“You’re MY boyfriend!  Not Ai’Pete’s!  Or anyone else's, it makes me so mad,” he could see that, and though he tried to sympathize with the man laying on his bed, he couldn’t help but smile as he kicked his legs wildly in frustration, the loud oiiiiii sounding through the air.  

“All yours, forever, so what’s the problem?” He was egging it on just slightly, pretending he didn’t know the problem, but of course he did.  Still, Tin sat down beside where Can lay, raising his eyebrows as he was glared at.

“No one knows!  Ley has people thinking you might be with Pete!  Then there’s that girl that’s always talking to you. I heard someone ask someone else if you were dating her and they said they thought you might be!  But you aren’t!”  Tin reached a hand out, gently cupping Can’s face as he leaned down, brushing his lips over his.  

“So tell the world.  Correct your post, I’m not your friend Can.”  Can lay in silence, Tin’s face staying quite close as he watched his expression shift.  Wide eyes turned to determination, and though Can never said the words, he wore his emotions clearly on his face.  He wanted to hear those three words so badly, but seeing the love written there plain as day was enough.  For now.

“Will you take a picture with me, Tin?”  

“You don’t even have to ask.  You just have to send it to me.” Can’s phone was in his hand the moment he said he would, the camera opened.  What Tin had expected was the typical picture they so often took, side by side, eyes turned towards the camera (though admittedly, more often than not, his own eyes ended up on Can), one of them with a wide smile and the other with the smallest of smiles.  Tin started to sit up for that very picture, surprised as he was pulled back down, Can’s lips crashing into his, his fingers immediately tangling in his hair.  The picture was forgotten, his eyes falling shut as he eagerly returned the kiss, as he breathed him in.  The shutter sound as a picture was taken was what caused him to break away, his eyes on Can’s phone as he saw a picture of them kissing up on the screen.

Before anything else, Can pulled up his texts, sending the picture to Tin before he pulled up instagram.  Not only did he feel complete shock, but a wave of relief watching his boyfriend post a picture of them kissing, a caption this time in all caps that only said MY BOYFRIEND with not only Ley tagged, but him this time.  He felt a surge of pride, of love, as he watched the smile that spread over Can’s face.  Tin moved to lay beside him, his own phone in his hand as he saved the picture, and before Can could stop him, posted it to his own instagram.

Except his caption was a bit more.  

I love you, Cantaloupe.

[darth-void]

On the Streets of Coruscant Chapter 5

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AN: Thank you for your patience with this fic! I know it’s been a while since I last updated but I got some writers block and then was distracted by writing some other fics on my main blog. 

And should out to Kells for being my beta for this chapter! 

Warnings: Explicit!! Smut, very small blood-play, oral (m&f receiving)

Words: 2602

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“Do you know him?” 

“Who?” 

“The man at the bar over there.” 

“Yeah, he’s been looking over at you all night.” 

You looked over to the bar at this person who was supposedly staring at you. “No, I don’t recognise him.” You tried to play off the situation and turned back to your drink and casually took a sip.  

A random stranger, some boring looking male human, was at the bar and looking your way a lot, trying to catch your eye. But you had your eyes set on someone else. You had noticed Maul in the corner of the busy cantina, alone and watching you. You were trying to be casual and not stare at him so much, you were having fun with your friends anyways, don’t want to turn the attention from that. 

You were out with fellow senators, the few you are friends with who haven’t left you so far. You figured maybe this time they actually enjoyed your company despite how many times you had declined a night out in favor of working late. You all had decided to visit a cantina that was popular amongst fellow senators and government workers as it was one of the best and closest watering holes to the senate. You were glad to relax a little and have fun catching up, to get away from work for once. Maybe you had a little push to let you get a little loose. You know seeing Maul wasn’t coincidence, either. He was following you and you liked it. The both of you play coy. He doesn’t necessarily want to be seen, and he knows it would be tricky for you to explain to the others about your… relationship. 

Maul was sitting at the dark, far end of the establishment and you go up to the refresher and pass him, he follows you and meets you as you two just make out, you can’t be gone long enough for even a quick fuck. 

You used both hands and gently took his hood down, then caressed his head around his crown of horns. Maul reached up and took your wrists and pinned them above your head, taking both your hands in one of his. He slowly slid his right hand down your arm, caressing down your side and around to your ass and gave it a sharp squeez. Taking that hand up to your mouth, you bit down on the top of his glove and he slipped his hand out, stuffing the glove in your mouth. He reached down and pulled up your dress and stuck his ungloved hand to your core, taking two fingers and slowly circling your clit and slit. You made a muffled moan as he slid his fingers into your cunt and purposefully pumped them, slowly fingering you. 

Suddenly, you brought your hands out of his now loose grip and you grabbed his wrist to reluctantly pull his hand away. 

Maul looked for an explanation for why you stopped, his eyes glowing with lust and shadowed with confusion. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said breathily to Maul. “I can’t take too long in here, my friends will worry.” Maul still looked suspiciously at you for ending the fun so early. “If anyone saw a mysterious dark man follow me in here and I take too long, you know they would send in my security detail and I don’t want to give the holonet anymore gossip to publish. ‘Senator found in seedy bar cavorting with shady strangers’” 

Maul finally quirked a small smirk at that. 

“Is that what I am, a mysterious man? A shady stranger?” He moved closer again and gave you a hot kiss. 

“Mm, yes, very mysterious and shady, I would say.” 

You put your hands on his chest and lightly pushed him away and straightened yourself out while Maul put his glove back on and brought his hood up again. “Somehow this feels like a secret affair,” Maul said. 

“All the more fun, then,” you said playfully as you trailed a finger down his jaw line. 

You made your way to the door and paused, looking back at Maul, only his eyes visible under his hood. “We will continue this later though,” you said. “Meet at mine again in an hour.” You weren’t asking. 

And with that you turned and went out into the lounge again and sat with your friends. 

Maul waited a minute to adjust himself and give you time to sit before he left the bathroom too, and walked straight for the door and left.

~~~

At the end of the night, you split off from your friends as you each go your separate ways and said good night to each other. The couple of security persons you had brought with were waiting for you just outside the door in your speeder. 

Just as you get close, someone comes out from the shadows and grabs you, yelling profanities and trying to drag you away. It was the man who was staring at you from the bar. Your security detail jumped out of the speeder and quickly drew their blasters. A couple of shots went off but no one was hit, but the man was scared off and quickly ran away. Some police droids came from down the street and gave chase to the man but he was quick, long gone before the droids sped off. 

You were a little shook up, head spinning at how fast everything happened, but you recovered quickly when you realized no harm was done. You decided to keep your plans for the night, only feeling safer with Maul anyways. You turned to one of the security persons with you. 

“Mendo, make sure you let Captain Cen know what happened and that the police droids are on it. Have him follow through with them in the morning.” 

“Yes, my Lady,” they responded, then helped you into your speeder before they took off for your apartment.

~~~

An hour after your meeting at the bar, just as you had said, Maul pulled up to your landing platform. He was greeted by one of your security guards, and they quickly waved him through as soon as they realized he was the one you had described as your expected visitor. He also noted a security guard at another door. Maul was curious at this sudden presence of more security as he strode through your home, but soon forgot those concerns as soon as you greeted him just outside your bedroom. 

You had undressed and were wearing a long flowing robe trimmed with feathers, and nothing else. 

Maul strode over and stopped just in front of you, that lust still in his eyes from an hour ago. 

You took his gloved hand, the one he had used earlier, and you stripped the glove off and brought his bare hand in front of your face. You could smell yourself on his fingers, then took them into your mouth and sucked on them. You looked into his eyes as he stared at his fingers in your mouth, eyes half lidded and mouth slack just a little. 

With his unoccupied hand, Maul untied your robe and let it fall open to reveal your breasts. He took his hand from your mouth and used his wet fingers to trace around your nipples and watched them harden from the cooling wet. You pulled at his lapels and brought his head down to kiss him. You backed into your room, pulling him along and he willingly came. You sat on the edge of your bed and watched as he undressed for you, his skin mesmerizing as it was revealed, tattoos flowing as his muscles moved. You fully removed your robe and scooted back to the head of your bed, and Maul stopped short of finishing undressing to crawl after you. You lewdly opened your legs up and Maul kissed up your inner thighs to meet at your center. 

Maul was skillful in the way his tongue and fingers worked together to build up your impending orgasm. You had been cautious to keep your legs spread wide to accommodate his horned head, but his tongue quickly made you forget and your legs loosened more and more. Then, there it was, the culmination of the pumping of his fingers and quick flicks of his tongue brought your orgasm crashing down on you. You grabbed onto Maul’s horns, your hips rolled and legs clamped shut onto his head and your screams of pleasure were mixed with a beautiful sense of pain as the soft flesh of your inner thighs were pierced by the horns protruding from his temples. You were quick to open your legs again but held firmly onto his head and just as he was about to pull back, you begged “no, don’t stop!” so he could drag out your orgasm. 

Moments later and a satisfied sigh on your lips, you sat up and brought Maul's face to yours and kissed him deeply, feeling your wetness on his chin and tasting yourself on his lips. You pulled back and the two of you looked deep into each other’s eyes, but something else caught your eye. You noticed a glistening red at the tips of his horns and quickly looked down to see drops of blood had trickled down your inner thighs where his horns had pierced the skin. Noticing the blood had brought the pain back. 

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to-“ 

“No,” you cut him off. “It’s okay, I- I enjoyed it,” you said hesitantly. “It… helped.” You laughed a little at the idea. 

“Despite my rough appearance, I actually don’t want to hurt you,” Maul replied softly, a surprising gentleness to him after the intensity with which Maul just ate you out.Maul bent back down and licked the blood from one side, and you shivered at the feeling, then he licked up the other side. “Let me get some bandages for that” he began to leave again but you grabbed him to stop him from leaving, noticing the tenting in his pants. 

“No, I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s my turn to take care of you” you said and brought your hand down to grab at his clothed erection. 

Maul let out a small groan at your touch. He pulled the rest of his pants off quickly and crawled over you on the bed, a predatory look in his eyes. You pushed his chest and turned him around so he would fall on the bed. You lowered yourself between his legs this time and grabbed at his now fully hard erection. You pumped his cock a few times, getting used to the feeling of it in your hand. There was a growing bead of precum leaking from the tip that you licked at before you swirled your tongue around. You flattened your tongue along the underside of his cock and licked base to tip at the bulging vein there, eliciting a groan from Maul. You then took him fully in your mouth, torturously lowering your hot mouth until you could go no further, completely engulfing his cock. You slowly pulled back up, stopping just before he was fully out of your mouth and began to bob your head at a steady pace, hand firmly planted at the base of his dick. Maul, who had been watching intensely, brought his hands to your head and weaved his fingers into your hair, closed his eyes and dropped his head. His hands were gentle in your head, one hand petting your hair. 

Maul was lost in pleasure, noting that you were different than any other he had had before. Your movements weren't fast and quick, or trying to get him off as quickly as possible. You had a skill and a patience that drew out his pleasure. With that, he was consciously trying not to move his hips much and thrust into your perfect mouth. 

Maul looked down to see that you were touching yourself as you sucked him, finding pleasure in the act. 

“You like this, do you?” Maul spoke up, a little breathlessly. 

You looked up at him and didn’t want to stop so you blinked your response. 

“Bring that pretty cunt up here and let me continue where I left off,” Maul demanded. 

You situated yourself to hover above his face and he brought your hips down and began devouring your dripping cunt like he never stopped before. You began moaning with his cock still in your mouth, your pleasure translating into small vibrations around his cock. Maul’s hands grabbed at your hips and ass, squeezing handfuls of cheeks and devouring your pussy like a starved man. The two of you brought each other closer and closer, you were about to cum again when you noticed Maul’s tongue falter and his balls tighten. You increased your speed and sucked harder, bringing your free hand down to caress his balls. Maul rubbed at your clit and shortly after, your second orgasm hit you and you moaned deeply around Maul’s cock. This pushed Maul over the edge as he let out a groan and came, you kept the head of his cock in your mouth to catch all his cum, swallowing it all down. 

You rolled off Maul and moved back up to him, collapsing in his arms, tangling your legs together. You felt so content, pressed against the warmth of Maul’s body. You looked at his face and his face was soft, you notice it loses its scowl more and more when he’s with you. Then, he looked at you with a bit of curiosity.

“What?” You asked. 

“I was just wondering, there were two security guards in your apartment today. As something happened?” 

“Well, now that you mention it, I was accosted outside the bar as I was leaving.” Maul moved to see you better, brow furrowed now. “I think it was just some man who was trying to get my attention while I was inside with my friends. He didn’t hurt me, but he got away,” you finished hoping Maul would be fine with leaving it at that. 

He wasn’t fine though, but his training told him not to give his feelings away. He felt a rage at hearing this. He could tell you did not think it was a big deal, but he would make sure something was done about it. 

“Did anything else happen after? You report it to the police? Is your security captain handling it?” He fired off. 

“Well yes, some police droids were close by but I do not believe they caught him, he was too far ahead of them. But yes, Captain Cen is working on it.” 

Maul was not pleased with this answer, but conceded with a sound of affirmation. “Good.”

The two of you cuddle in silence for a while longer, before you felt ready for another round. Maul said he couldn’t stay the night, but he had it in him for a few more sessions of rolling in the sheets. He made sure you were well fucked and fully pleased before he got out to get dressed. You weren’t bothered that he couldn’t stay, but insisted that he come over tomorrow, you had the day off and he had time to come over. You were under your covers and drifting off when he left.

Maul would have liked to stay with you again, he found he truly enjoyed sleeping with you curled around him, and waking up to your soft body.

But he had some police droids to speak to…

~~~ 

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Hi Amanda, how are you doing? thanks for writing my request with Obanai, it was lovely and made me super soft. I liked the way he is affectionate in his unique way. I came because i dreamt something and I think you could write something with it! So, could i request Rengoku and Sanemi meeting their s/o on a garden they had never seen before, one of those that have ponds with koi and they keep finding excuses to come back and spend time with s/o? Thank you a lot, and take care!

Thank you for requesting again! This sounds like such a soft dream I hope you slept well that night. Also, I chose to write for just Sanemi so I hope that is okay:) Enjoy~Amanda (Creds to Artist)

Warning: Cussing

“In the Flowers”

(1.5K words)

It was the same everyday; Sunrise to sunset you tended to the garden of Oyakata-sama’s Estate. It was strange, you never knew such jobs like groundskeeper could be held by demon slayers, but Oyakata-sama offered you the position after he found you one night crying. You’d been miserable fighting demons, it was a miracle you’d even passed Final Selection. The life of a demon slayer just wasn’t for you, the harsh demands and long nights were beginning to take a toll on your health. He allowed you to continue working for the corps, just on a smaller scale, a job you were very good at. What could you say, you just got along with plants. Usually you’d spend the day alone, the occasional visit from Oyakata-sama himself or other members of the corp, but that all changed after he arrived.

He came across your garden accidentally. He says he was just ‘wandering around’ but really the real reason was because he’d lost his way through the winding corridors of the estate. As you tended to the roses, skillfully avoiding the sharp ends of their thorns, you hadn’t noticed his sharp eyes watching your every movement. Amongst the various blooming flowers that grew in the garden, Sanemi knew at first glance that you were the most captivating one of them all.

Your beauty was overwhelming, it blinded his senses and suddenly Sanemi could’t remember where he was going, but he knew that it didn’t matter because you were here. For reasons Sanemi couldn’t understand, he wanted, no needed to know who you were. His smirk was brimming with confidence as he made his way over to where you stood, so lost in your world of thorns and petals you hadn’t a clue anyone was there.

Sanemi was never one to be insecure, but with every step that brought him closer made his confidence drop little by little, his thoughts causing him to falter. It was too late though because when you spun around expecting hydrangeas, you found the scarred face of the wind hashira far too close to yours. “What are you doing?!” you yelled in embarrassment, blood rushing to your cheeks.

You tried to move as far away as possible from the man, but of course you managed to trip over the rose bushes you’d previously been tending to. “Shit I’m going to fall!” you panicked, your eyes closed as you scrunch your face together. Instead of the cool, rough touch of the stone clad ground, your flailing body was caught by a pair of strong arms. Briefly a pair of concerned eyes stared into yours, but just as quickly they returned to their natural harsh gaze. A single breath was shared between your two forms, that's all it took for Sanemi to awkwardly place you on your feet. “Don’t be a dumbass!” he warned.

Your eyes traveled between his wide eyes to the hands that tightly held onto your arms. “Please remove your hands” your voice was timid, you’d already screwed up so much you didn’t want to further upset him. Quickly, as if your skin was suddenly scorching hot, Sanemi ripped his hands from your body. “You idiot!” he turned to leave as he felt the unfamiliar warm coat that began to spread through his face. He’d be damned if he allowed anyone, much less you, see him blush.

You stood wordlessly as you watched his retreating form, “What just happened?”

Days passed quietly after your little ‘incident’ with the hashira. Things went back to normal; you spent the days alone in your garden, just you and your plant pals. Usually the prospect of being surrounded by your plants was delightful, but something was bothering you. Gnawing at the back of your mind, consuming your thoughts “Why had he been here anyways?”.

It was a question you were dying to have answered, he must have needed something. Almost like he was summoned from your thoughts, Sanemi cleared his throat to grab your attention, this time a safe distance away. You both stared at each other, neither really knowing what to say. Sanemi opened his mouth first, “You never said thank you”. That was the best he could come up with, he didn’t quite understand why he’d come back but his feet unconsciously brought him back to your garden.

“Thank you?”

“Your welcome.”

You were dumbfounded, this man really came all the way over here because you didn’t say thank you? Like you owed him one? As frail and innocent as you appear, you’ve always been one to put up a good fight. “You came all the way over here so that I could say thank you? You asshole , don’t you have anything else to do with your time? I thought you Hashira were important and busy, I’m sure there is someone who needs you so go find them instead of harassing me, I’m working” anyone could tell you were pissed. “Shit now she's upset, fix this” Sanemi internally panicked, he wasn’t exactly a ‘people person’ nor was he prepared to handle a crush.

You returned to your plants, aggressively sniping at the weeds. The hot blood coursing through your veins pumped loudly in your ears, Sanemi had never expected that you’d be a hot-tempered person but it only made him fall further for you. You jumped in surprise at the pressure of his rough hand on your shoulder, peering up to find a much softer expression over his face. “Would you listen for a damn second” he lowered himself next to your crouched form. “I didn’t come back for your thanks alright, I came back because…..” his words trailed off, you watched as he racked  his brain for the right words. It was strange how you could find this person, who just made you so upset, so endearing in this vulnerable state.

“I wanted to watch you garden”

You didn’t know what made this rigid man to visit you twice now, but you never expected it was for gardening tips. Curiosity drove your responses as you turned your attention away from the man before you, “Fine” you continued removing weeds, “but stay out of my way, I can’t guarantee I won’t accidentally cut off you finger”

Sanemi smiled; he didn’t know where this was going to go or what was to come of your gardening sessions together, but for now he was content with just watching you.

With each day you and Sanemi spent time together, the closer you both grew. Like a flower needs the sun, Sanemi craved your light. Even he didn’t understand this feeling, he didn’t want it to go away. “Tomorrow” Sanemi promised himself as he watched you concentrate, tongue slightly peeking out between parted lips, “Tomorrow I’ll make her mine”

The next day, Sanemi was nowhere to be found. A frown had taken permanent residence on your face as the hours passed. He was a Hashira and did have responsibilities after all, but you felt that maybe he would have told you instead of just disappearing. “Stop it (y/n), your over reacting”  

You were so stuck inside your own head, you failed to notice the presence of the one person you’ve waited to see all day. Standing there, with a bouquet of Snow Lily’s gripped tightly in his palms, was a nervous Sanemi. He hesitantly walked over to your pouting form.

“Is she upset because I wasn’t here?” his confidence inflated, his usual smirk overcoming his face one again. The idea that you wanted him around made his ego explode. “Don’t look so glum, you're too beautiful for that” he commented, catching your attention. As if someone flipped a switch deep inside you, your lips broke into a wide grin.

He noticed your curious eyes watching the flowers he held, “They’re for you. I remember you said once these were your favorite but they were hard to find so you didn’t grow them.” he pushed them into your hands. “So I found them for you, that’s why I didn’t tell you about today” he scratched the back of his neck as he spoke. You stared at the lilies in your hands, their delicate petals a brilliant white adorned with accents of a deep pink. Your eyes welled with tears “he did this for me?”

“Hey what’s with the water...ugh!” he grunted in surprise as you flung yourself in his direction, his arms instinctively catching your form. “Thank you” you voice was quiet, “nobody has ever done something so thoughtful for me. I’ll never be able to repay you for this” your words caused Sanemi to smile, easing into the impromptu hug.

“You don’t have to repay me, it’s a gift”

You stared into his soft eyes, so filled with sincerity it was hard to hide the love you felt for Sanemi any longer. In the quiet space you two shared, surrounded by nothing but warmth and flowers, you both leaned towards each other. Your lips touched in a feather-light kiss, meeting again with much more intensity and passion.

Your breathes became one as you two pulled apart, panting lightly.

“We should do that more often”

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Yay another request done! I’m sorry it took so long and that I’ve been updating very slowly, but I do have some plans that I think are going to be fun so stay tuned! I hope you enjoyed, please stay healthy!~Amanda

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Take Me Home - Choose Your Own Ending

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Loki

Synopsis: A hijacked summer vacation leaves you wondering where your heart lies

This was co-written with @spideyanakin ! Check out her blog for one of two endings

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“This avengers meeting is officially in order.” Tony banged the personalized gavel he had made for meetings. The rest of the Avengers took their seats as you scooted closer to Peter.

“Firstly, I’d like to announce an update to our tower. All bathrooms now require voice activation to be opened. This will prevent any future mishaps of people walking in on other people in the bathtub.” Tony announced as he glared at Sam.

“My bad.” Sam said sheepishly and looked away.

“Secondly, Thor’s coming to visit.” Tony said and banged the gavel. “Loki’s coming too.” He added taking a seat next to you and Peter.

“Oh, I never met him!” You exclaimed. You had met Thor millions of times but never his brother.

“He’s nice... Sometimes.” Tony gawked, not too happy Loki was joining the party.

“He was super nice the last time I saw him!” Peter added innocently, not aware of the chaos Loki could cause yet.

“Well they should be here any minute.” Tony checked his watch. “And underoos, try to get the munchkin crumbs off your face before they do.”

“Right. I’ll be right back.” Peter pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before scurrying out of the room.

“You guys are cute,” Rhody added and you gave him a kind smile.

“Yeah, yeah, alright meeting over, you guys prepare for the devil brothers.” Tony banged the gavel one last time dismissing everyone.

~

“Y/n!” Thor exclaimed the second he walked into the room. He brought you into the biggest hug. “How’s my favorite Midguardien!” He was hugging you so tight you could barely breathe.

“About to die.” You squeaked smooshed from his embrace.

“Oh, my apologies.” He dropped you. You coughed a few times and laughed it off.

“It’s ok” You fixed your clothes. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” You pointed to the handsome tall man with slicked black hair who couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

“I wasn’t welcomed back after the whole New York thing.” He eyed Tony from the other side of the room “But Tony thought I learned my lesson.” He gave Tony a fake smile and a friendly wave to prove his innocence.

“You’re Loki, aren’t you? I’ve heard Thor complaining about you once or a thousand times.” You glanced at Thor who was head stuck in a pack of chips.

“Guilty as charged. And you are?” He gave you his most charming smile.

“Y/n. Nice to meet you, Loki.” You smiled politely and held out your hand for him to shake.

“The pleasure is mine.” He smirked and took your hand, placing a hot blooded kiss to the back of it.

It seemed like someone had just pulled a switch in Loki’s mind. All of the sudden all he could think of was you. He analyzed your features wanting to remember them and even engrave them in his memory forever. All he could think about was how your hair would look like in the moonlight, or how pretty you would be in an Asgardian gown. His mind went into autopilot as all he could think of was a way to make you happy.

“If you insist.” You flushed and looked around to see if anyone else saw it. You made eye contact with Nat who had a knowing smirk on her face.

“I do.” Loki patted your hand and you could see his expression change when his eyes drifted to the side.

“Oh, God. This one.” He rolled his eyes. You were about to turn around when you felt Peter come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. You quickly took your hand away from Loki and gave him an apologetic smile.

“There you are, baby.” Peter smiled and kissed your cheek. “I see you’ve met Loki.”

“Baby?” Loki cocked his head and looked at you for an answer. Even though he just met you, he felt his blood boiling at the sight of you in another man's arms.

“That’s just what I call her, because she’s my baby.” Peter cooed and squeezed you tightly.

“Uh, Loki. Have you met my boyfriend Peter?” You awkwardly smiled as the tension between the three of you became palpable.

“No. We’ve never met before.” Loki gave Peter a tight-lipped smile and went to shake his hand.

“Yes we have.” Peter tilted his head in confusion as Loki locked on an iron grip around Peter's hand. Had it not been for Peter’s super strength, his hand might have broken.

“Don’t think so.” Loki cut him off sharply. “It was lovely to meet you, Y/n. If you’ll excuse me.” He smiled warmly at you and shot daggers at Peter before stalking over to Thor.

“Brother! Have you tried these? I believe they’re called hot Cheetos. Divine!” Thor bellowed as he shoveled more Cheetos into his mouth.

“Now is not the time, you deviant.” Loki snapped but kept his eyes on the bag. “Give me those.”

Loki angrily shoved hot Cheetos into his mouth as he watched you interacting with Peter. In the thousands of years he had been alive, he had never seen something more infuriating. He knew you belonged on Asgard with him as the Queen. In no world were you supposed to be slumming it on earth with a gangly teenager who called himself Spider-Man. Jealousy boiled in the pit of his tummy like hot oil.

“Brother.” He piped up. “How long has Y/n been with the stupid skinny one?”

“Oh, you must mean Peter.” Thor laughed in delight. “They’ve been together for quite a while. Aren’t they adorable?” Thor chuckled before opening a new pack of Cheetos and almost dumping it all in his mouth.

“I must have her.” Loki said decidedly.

“And I must have ten more of these delicious cheese logs. They’re shaped like Kentucky, aren’t they brother?” Thor held up a Cheeto and admired it.

“You kids all packed?” Happy entered the room playing with his car keys.

"Yep" you gave the man a bright smile.

"Where are they going?" Loki asked almost aroused that you were leaving.

"School trip to California! Wooo!" You raised your hands in cheer while walking out the door.

"California?" Loki’s face painted with a frown and the wheels in his brain turned around like a scene from Charlie Chaplin’s modern times. "That seems a little, punk for a lady like her."

“Don’t overthink it brother, Human customs are pretty weird. You’ll get used to it.” Thor clapped his brother a little too roughly on the back and Loki winced.

“Don’t think I will.” He muttered, eyes never leaving you.

~

"Vamos a la playa! A mi me gusta bail-" you and Peter were about to hit the last word of the sentence for the 200th time in the last 40 minutes when Happy decides he had had enough.

"KIDS PLEASE!" Happy screamed turning the music off, his head about to blow up from hearing this song.

"Sorry" you and Peter replied, sheepish grins painting your faces.

Happy rolled his eyes before parking right in front of the airport gate.

The two of you settled in your class group next to Ned and MJ. You greeted everyone and started a game of sticks with Peter.

"Kids change of plan! We’re going to Hawaii!" The teacher exclaimed while putting his phone back in his pocket.

"What?" Everyone stared at the teacher confused.

"Yes!" Ned punched his fist in the air already loving the sound of going to his home island.

"Some kind donor has offered us to go to a fancier destination." The teacher smiled brightly and placed a flower necklace around his neck. "So Aloha guys"

"Yeah, Aloha," Ned replied and waved his arms imitating a Hawaiian dance.

You and Peter turned your heads around at the same time, giving each other worried looks.

"Kind donor?" You titled your head in disbelief.

"Doesn’t sound good" Peter shook his head.

~

You stepped outside the plane, the humidity taking you aback and making it slightly hard to breathe.

Before you could relax and enjoy your time in Hawaii, you had to know who was behind this "generous donation". Since Fury had never let you down with obtaining classified information before, so you gave him a call.

"Alright let me check." Nick’s voice rang through your headphones.

"Seems like a certain Loki bought enough tickets for your whole class, and got a few hotel rooms in Hawaii. That’s all I know. To be honest I fear it’s Thor's brother but it might just be a disguise." You could hear Fury’s frown. "So keep an eye on the lookout." He cleared his throat. "You want me to send back up?" His deep accent felt loud in your headphones as you were trying to figure out who could possibly want to crash this trip.

"No, but thanks anyway. We’ll call you if we found anything suspicious." You nodded at Peter.

"Alright. Be careful." And with that, he hung up leaving a heavyweight in your stomach.

You looked into the horizon of the baggage claim patiently waiting for your bag. You spotted Peters and yours slightly following. You shifted in your spot keeping a close eye on yours.

Suddenly an unknown hand grabbed your bag and before you had time to react placed it back making it roll towards you.

You tried to spot the person but failed as more people came swarming towards the area.

"Must’ve thought it was his." Peter smiled as he saw the frown on your face. You gave him a slight nod.

"Here." Peter grabbed your bag before you could of even lay a hand on it.

"Well thank you." You giggled before pressing a kiss to his lips

"Well you're very welcome."

You rolled your suitcase a few steps before a little piece of paper came slipping out of it. You bent down to get it and crumbled it in your pocket.

“You coming?”

“Yep.”

~

You dropped your suitcases taking in the five-star hotel room you were assigned. You got changed into a bathing suit and layed out a few dresses to put on top.

You walked to your door when you heard a knock. You smiled when you saw your smirking boyfriend, already in his bathing suit.

“It’s amazing right?” You gave him a bright smile.

“Yeah!” He greeted you with a kiss. “Mr. Harrington is saying we should go downstairs. He says he has a big announcement to d-” He looked at you up and down and his mouth fell.

“You look like- Like Leila in-”

“The golden bikini?” You finished his sentence. “Yeah, saw this at the store, thought it looked like it, immediately thought of you.” You chuckled and Peter’s face lit up with a smile.

“I love you so much.”

“Yeah me too, now let’s go.” You chuckled before grabbing a dress and heading out.

~

You were about to step out of the elevator when a figure suddenly passed right in front of you. Peter’s eyes widened as he thought he’d recognized Loki.

“Did you see that?” Peter pointed to the empty space in front of the elevator.

“See what?” You looked up from your phone.

“I thought I saw… Someone.” Peter looked around the lobby.

“Ned what is this?” You asked as you marched towards the class.

“My Hawaiian outfit.” He pointed to his flower shirt, crown and necklace.

“You look weird.” MJ deadpanned. “And is that Leia’s Golden bikini?” MJ grabbed the strap under your shirt just to release it again. Peter shot her a look and draped a protective arm around your shoulders.

“So here are the activities we have prepared.” Mr Harrington clapped his hands before grabbing the paper from the other teacher and beginning to read the activities out loud.

“Beach Volleyball.”

A few people in the class cheered. You and Peter looked at each other and shrugged in approval.

“Surf.”

Brad smirked and MJ rolled her eyes at his reaction.

“Hiking, and Traditional Hawaiian dance. We will let you know when we finish planning the rest of the itinerary. Now C’mon, Volley awaits us.” He gave the class a stiff salute and gestures for everyone to follow him. You and Peter exchanged looks, laughing to yourselves at Mr. Harrington’s staple awkwardness. Peter laced his fingers through yours and walked with you to the volleyball field.

~

You were about to be sent the ball when you and Peter saw Loki a few feet away staring right at you.

“Ow!” You fell as the ball hit you right in the head.

“You ok?” Peter bent down to make sure you were ok.

“Was that Loki?” You asked as you looked into the distance.

“I think it was. C’mon. Let’s get some ice on that.”

Peter walked you up to your room, where he handed you an ice pack you gladly took. //Probs need to rephrase that

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird that Loki hijacked our school trip?” Peter asked once his suspicion got the better of him.

“Not really.” You shrugged in dismissal. “We’re in Hawaii, Peter. Let’s just enjoy it.” You winced at the cold.

“I can’t enjoy it until I know why he did it..” Peter brought up as he took a seat on the bed.

“Maybe he just did it out of the kindness of his heart.” You sat next to him and pouted dramatically. Peter shoved you a little when you weren’t taking it seriously.

“He’s Loki! He doesn’t have any kindness in his heart. He doesn’t even have a heart!” Peter exclaimed and you had to laugh at your boyfriend's ridiculous behavior.

“Come on, Peter.” You took his hand and whined. “I don’t want to spend our vacation talking about Loki. Who cares why he did this?”

“I care.” He stated. “Because I know what his motive was.”

“World domination?” You smiled sweetly and he rolled his eyes.

“You. He did this for you.” Peter said definitively.

“What? I just met him.” You reminded your boyfriend. “There’s no way he did this for me.”

“With someone as special and beautiful as you, all it takes is one encounter.” He held up one finger and you smiled at his kind words. You wrapped your hand around his finger and held it. “I saw the way he was looking at you back at the tower. And I definitely saw the way he was looking at me. He did this to impress you and win you away from me.”

“Well he doesn’t have all the facts.” You said pointedly.

“What are the facts?” Peter put his hands in his hips and looked at you skeptically.

“That I’m totally in love with my superhero boyfriend.” You dropped your ice pack to and wrapped your arms around Peter's neck and covered his face in kisses. “Can we go play on the beach now? I feel way better.”

“Okay.” Peter agreed, content with what you said. “We can go play on the beach.”

~

That night was the night of the Hawaiian dance. You and Peter were forced to dress with beautiful skirts, flower crowns and necklaces.

“I look ridiculous.” Peter insecurly folded his arms to cover himself.

“No you don’t, you look handsome.” You cooed as you finished tying on your skirt.

“No. I look like a Hawaiian scarecrow.” Peter sighed and finally caught sight of you. “You, on the other hand, look like a Hawaiiann goddess.”

“Tell me, if you look like a scarecrow, then what does Ned look like.” You pointed to Ned, who was decked out in dozens of flowers while dreamily strumming away on a ukulele.

“He just looks like he was born to wear it.” Peter whined before eying you suspiciously. “I bet Loki would love to see you wear that.”

“Excuse me?” You tilted your head, hoping you misheard him.

“I mean, he did stare at you at the beach which I find very disturbing.” Peter grumbled. “Does he know you're taken?”

“Peter!” You groaned, not wanting to get into yet another discussion about Loki.

“What? You should take it as a compliment!” Peter said, completely oblivious to your anger.

“Peter, can you stop being jealous for one second!” You asked of him.

“I mean you do have an amazing body.” He continued completely ignoring your comments.

“Peter I- agh” You were cut by the dance teacher.

“Let’s go, everybody. Move those hips.” The instructor wiggles his hips, signaling that class was about to start.

“We’re talking about this later.” Peter said gravely as he loosely followed what the instructor was doing. Not wanting to start a fight, you nodded at Peter and tried to enjoy the class.

~

“We need to talk about before.” Peter stated as he tossed his beach bag on the bed.

“Before?” You asked. “And get that bag off the bed unless you like sleeping with sand in the sheets.”

“I’m talking about Loki staring at you on the beach.” He grumbled as he took his bag off the bed and dropped it on the ground. “ He was practically drilling over you in your…beach wear.”

“Who cares if he was staring? He’s probably just a Star Wars fan.” You shrugged it off and began to pick out your clothes for the next day.

“I care.” Peter said assertively.

“Why?” You looked at him and laughed playfully.

“Because he clearly has a crush on you!” Peter erupted and you looked up at the ceiling. Peter was once again bringing up Loki when all you wanted to do was enjoy your vacation with him.

“No he doesn’t!” You stamped your foot, growing frustrated as Peter refused to believe you.

“Yes he does! Any idiot can see it.” Peter snapped, eyes immediately softening when he realized what he had said.

“So I’m an idiot?” You asked rhetorically. He opened his mouth to apologize but you cut him off before he could. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’ve been an idiot for picking you over Loki.”

With that, you stormed away from Peter. You didn’t even know if you had meant what you said. You just wanted to hurt Peter and did it in the only way you knew how. If he was jealous of Loki, you were gonna let him be. You walked a few paces from the hotel until you reached the beach, immediately feeling the chill of the night air. You shoved your hands in your pockets for warmth, suddenly remembering the paper that had fallen out of your suitcase.

Dear Y/n,

You shine with the light of a thousand solar systems. I have traveled all around the galaxy but I have never come across anything as beautiful as you. Come home with me to Asgard. A head as lovely as yours belongs under a crown. I can make you my queen, if you let me. Consider this vacation upgrade as a mere taste of the evations I can give you. You will live a life of luxury and never know pain. Asgard awaits you my love,

Your Devoted Prince.

You felt your fist clench as you read and reread the words on the page. Peter was right, Loki did fall for you. And to make it worse, you had scolded Peter and told him he was wrong. Sure, Loki seemed nice when you met him that day in the Avengers Tower, but Peter had told you all about his attack on New York on the ride to Hawaii. Loki was capable of horrible, life threatening moves of mass destruction. Peter wasn’t shy about telling you about the brainwashing, the casualties and worst of all, the kneeling. If you rejected Loki, there was no telling how he would react. After all, he'd hijacked your vacation for you. You reread the letter with shaking hands and looked back at the hotel. You had to talk to Peter, yes, but you also needed to figure out a plan. Peter was strong but he was no match for the God of Mischief. That is, if Peter even helped you after you refused to believe him about Loki.

As you walked back to the hotel, you ran your fingertips over Loki’s handwriting. You hated to admit it to yourself, and you’d certainly never admit it to anyone else, but his note was compelling. You knew Loki had a mean streak, but what if he had a good streak too? A person could be more than one thing. He had already proven to you how hard he was willing to fight, while all Peter had done was whine. You stopped in your tracks to read the note one last time.

“Baby! There you are.” Peter's voice snapped you out of your daze as he ran up to you, out of breath. He saw the note in your hand and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s that?”

You looked up at Peter before looking back down at the note, knowing you had to make your choice.

It was Peter or Loki, now or never.

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[telli1206]

Wag My Tail

Carlos is drunk and just wants to see some puppies. 

Just a little pseudo-prompt initiated by my teaser for Chapter 7 of The Wedding Date (made by @bunny-lou and @hersilentlanguage).  It’s NOT an extension of the fic, I just used the idea to have some fun, and made it Halloween-themed to get in the holiday mood 🎃😈💀👻

“Eves, I blame you for this.”

Jay wraps his coat a little tighter, hugging it as securely as he can against his body to combat the bitter chill of the night air. He’s now fully regretting letting the girls convince him to wear body paint over a regular dog costume. If he had known they’d be spending half the night walking through the streets, he never would have gone for it.

“What?! What did I do?” She tries to pout pitifully, but her painted on whiskers and pink nose make it look almost comical. Mal is huddled next to her, cuddling against Evie’s side as Evie walks quickly with her phone out in front of her, texting frantically.

“Have you ever seen a vet uniform that tight? That costume you made hugs, like, everything!” Jay shakes his head, picking up his pace. “I should’ve just locked him in our room and kept him there the second I saw him in that fucking thing.” He mutters, shoving his paw-covered hands under his armpits for more warmth.

“Jay, just chill, ok? We all agreed sexy was the point of these costumes, remember?” 

Mal rolls her eyes, pulling on Evie to walk faster as she keeps her eyes glued to her phone.

“I mean, it���s not like cats have hips and boobs like these, do they?” She cups Evie’s chest. The bluenette quirks a little smile as she elbows Mal lightly,  all the while still texting. “And you’d be wearing a fucking shirt, Scooby.” She gestures to Jay, chuckling as he glares back.

“You had your part in this too Mal, don’t even get me started. You never should have given him that many shots. Pup doesn’t say no to you, you know that.”

Mal chuckles, shrugging at Jay. “Doug’s got an eye on him, we’ll get him back.”

-----

He’s ok, he’s in front of me. Outside Auradon City Grille. HURRY.

Doug tucks his phone in his pocket quickly, blowing on his hands and rubbing them for warmth before shoving them back in his pocket. Texting location updates every minute is not helping with body warmth at all.

He’s stil happy he spotted Carlos though, stumbling out the door of the party with some random Tourney player he’s never met. Not that he talks to many of the jocks anyway. But this guy was very tall and broad, skin an even darker bronze than Jay’s, but his long, dark hair was thick and curly. He’s pretty sure it was Moana’s son, but he’s not about to go up and ask a tall, muscular, guy why he was wrapping a tight arm around his friend’s waist and practically helping him walk out the door.

Not without Jay backing him up at least.

Carlos was chattering excitedly, gesturing with one hand while the other was wrapped tightly around the other boy’s, propping himself up as best he could to walk. His words were a slurry mess though, as animated as they were, and his stumbling walk was so bad he was mainly turning his shoes out with every step, so close to twisting his ankles each time it made Doug wince in anticipation.

“Ssssooooo izzz black ‘n’ white?!” Carlos asks the boy, eyes bright and eager. The boy nods, the arm around Carlos’ waist starting to slip lower as they slow their pace.

“Dam-Damaltion? Or maybe, Auzrali-lian She..p...shep...” Carlos stumbles on his letters, pulling back to try to force out the sound. “huh...huh...Shep-huh-erd?” He giggles softly once he’s able to get out all his words.

“Yeah, yeah, the last one! You got it.” The guy nods, smiling as he scoops Carlos in closer. “And he’s adorable, wait till you see! Only a month old.”

Carlos laughs, swatting at the guy’s hand on his waist. “No wayyyy. Thaz too baby! He can’t be away from hizz mamma yet. Izzz gotta be like, 12 weekz, right?” Carlos looks up at him with a droopy-eyed grin.

“Uh, right. You’re right. He’s 12 weeks. Sorry.”

Doug huffs, shaking his head and whipping back out his phone.

Asshole is a liar. No puppy. Groping Carlos. GET HERE NOW.

-----

A tiny gasp slips out as Evie reads her new text, enough to make Mal look over and take a peek. Her eyes widen, and they both look to make sure Jay’s not watching.

“We’re close, right? Mal whispers, as breathy and quietly as she can. Evie just nods, eyes still on Jay as he jogs to the next corner, eyes whipping all around, desperately searching for the missing vet.

“Jay! Left!” Evie shouts, pulling Mal along with her. 

He makes no acknowledgement but follows her instruction, turning to the left down the next street. He immediately spots Doug and breaks into a sprint, grabbing him harshly by the shoulders as soon as he reaches him.

“Where is he?!” He shouts, making Doug flinch at the volume of his voice. He hesitates, then looks to his right. Jay follows his line of sight, instantly spotting the larger boy hugging Carlos as they disappear down the next block over.

“Thanks Doug!” He yells gratefully, pointing as he starts to run. “You’re the best. I owe you!”

Evie squeezes Doug’s shoulder, smiling warmly when she and Mal finally reach him.

“You really are the best, Doug. Thank you for keeping Carlos safe.”

Doug grins back, a light blush tinting his cheeks as both girls continue to smile at him 

“Anytime. Go get your boy!” He waves as the girls start running to catch up to Jay. He shakes his head as he wrings his hands, finally shoving them back into his pockets and sighing as he feels the warmth they so needed.

“But if you don’t start chaining that boy’s ass to Jay whenever you let him drink I fucking swear I’ll do it myself.” Doug mutters to himself as he heads back to his heated dorm room.

Evie hooks Mal’s arm to drag her faster as Mal groans, starting to pant heavily from keeping up with the girl. But Evie is increasingly worried about the potential scene they may walk into if Jay is left to his own devices with the boy that swiped Carlos from the party.

“Tane!”

Thankfully, the girls catch up just in time to see Jay confront his teammate. The boy turns around, trying his best to carefully slide his hand back up to Carlos’ waist so as not to alert Jay to its original position.

“Jay!” Carlos exclaims, his droopy eyes brightening slightly. “Tane got a puppyyyy! We’re gonna go zee it. You shoul’ come!”

He leans forward to slip out of Tane’s grip. The boy tries to curl his arm tighter arond Carlos’ waist, but Jay dips in with a forceful glare. Tane freezes, letting his arm go and dropping Carlos into Jay’s arms. He scoops Carlos up quickly, pressing him firmly against his chest and trying his best not to give an audible sigh of relief.

“He got an Auzzie, Jay! They so pwetty...” Carlos drawls, almost sleepily but with a big smile still curled on his lips. 

Tane nods insistently, “Yep! Exactly. I was just taking Carlos to see him cause he asked. No big deal.”

“Oh really?” Mal quips, loosening her grip on Evie to take a step towards the big, hulking boy. “So tell me then, Tane, how big is your pup going to get?

Mal stands sternly, arms crossed as she stares him down. He pauses, staring back with a blank expression.

Evie steps forward with Mal, putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder as she harshly juts her hip out. “Yeah, Tane, tell us. Your parents would want to know how big of a dog would be in their house, wouldn’t they?” She tips her head to Mal, who returns her knowing look.

Tane sputters indignantly, mirroring Mal’s crossed arms. “Um. Just, like, 25 pounds? My parents didn’t want a big dog.”

Mal smirks, turning to Jay. He grins back, stroking Carlos’ hair calmly as he dips down to the boy’s ear.

“‘Los? How big do Aussies get?”

Carlos hums, leaning into Jay’s soft touch. “Femalezzz...35 to 50 pounds, but the malez range anywhere from 55 to 70.” 

Jay smiles proudly, planting a kiss to the top of Carlos’ head. “That’s my boy. Nothing can stop that beautiful brain.”

Mal turns back to Tane, flashing a wicked grin. “Well T, I think you better run home and have a chat with mommy and daddy. Because that’s not an Aussie at your house.”

Evie smiles, both girls waggling their fingers teasingly at the boy. “Bye T. Get yourself home safe now.”

Tane scoffs, glancing at Carlos. Jay tightens his grip, holding Carlos tightly as he keeps steely eyes on the other boy.

“Whatever,” Tane snarks, rolling his eyes as he starts his walk back. Alone.

Evie’s smile brightens as they see the boy leave. Grabbing Mal’s arm, she turns them around fully to face Jay.

Carlos has flipped himself around in Jay’s arms snuggling against his neck and making Jay giggle quietly. The girls watch, gazing fondly at their freckled boy. 

Evie leans forward, combing her fingers gently through white curls. “Crisis averted,” she whispers, looking around at Jay and Mal’s nods of approval.

Jay drops his body down and quickly hoists Carlos over his shoulder, prompting a sharp yelp from the tipsy boy. Carlos wiggles and whines, but Jay wraps a tight arm around his hips and another across his legs, trying to keep a steady handle on him despite the massive furry paw gloves he’s wearing. He moves to catch up to the girls and start the trek back to the dorms.

“Eves, I hope you learned your lesson,” Jay teases, walking up beside her, trying to blow a loose saggy dog ear away from his face.

Evie just rolls her eyes, giggling a little at the sight of Carlos slung over Jay. 

“Please, Jay. Don’t pretend like you’re not always asking me to make his clothes tighter,” she retorts, waving off Jay’s glare at her response. “Oh stop it, Carlos won’t remember a damn thing tomorrow anyway.”

“I know. And, I know what I told you about his clothes, but maybe not his party stuff? I don’t even know...like, the stuff he gets drunk in.” 

He sighs, looking at the boy who’s somehow managed to pass out with his head hanging down. His face is flushed and red from blood flow, but snores are still escaping his lips.

“I just don’t want anyone touching what’s mine.”

Mal perks a brow at Jay and stops in her tracks. He watches her cautiously as she approaches, suddenly whipping out a hand and slapping Carlos’ ass, hard. The boy wakes with a yelp, squirming and forcing Jay to hold him back down.

Jay glares as Mal barks out a laugh, grabbing her shoulder and turning to shove her back at Evie.

“Stop it Mal, you know what I mean.”

Evie shakes her head disapprovingly at her girlfriend, grabbing her arm and pulling her close as they walk up the steps to the dorm. She pulls off Mal’s cat ears and gives an affectionate nuzzle to her head, prompting Mal to press into Evie and rub on her neck.

“Pup’s going to get an earful in the morning, I swear.” Jay mumbles as Evie helps with his door, opening it and allowing Jay in first. He walks quickly to Carlos’ bed and plops the boy down, pulling the stethoscope off his neck and allowing him to snuggle his face into his pillow as Jay pulls the blankets over him.

“I don’t know why I bring him out sometimes.”

Evie bends over to plant a kiss into Carlos’ curls, pulling off her own cat ears as she casts a disapproving glance at Jay.

“Because you’d be miserable without him, Jay. Your life is no fun without Carlos and you know it.”

He rolls his eyes at Evie, but Mal swats him on the back and scares a yelp out of him.

“You love being that boy’s hero, just admit it. Carlos’ knight in shining armor.” She twists to looks at him, pulling on his floppy dog ear and flipping it back in his face.

“Or shining dog fur, at least.” Mal chuckles.

Jay sighs, staring down at the boy cuddled in bed. He rips off the dog paws and unhooks his furry head and ears, dropping them to the ground and climbing on the bed over Carlos, settling himself under the covers behind him and pulling him close. 

Carlos hums quietly and tilts his head towards Jay, rubbing his nose softly against Jay’s jaw, making him smile wide.

“You’re not wrong, pussy,” he says with a contented sigh. He keeps his eyes closed but smiles, feeling Mal’s own angered eyes boring into him.

“Now scram. My pup’s safe, and you have your other pussy to tend to, don’t you?”

[v-velvetykisscs]

Safety Net

Note: here’s the update after two months. I’m so sorry, I’ve been going through personal stuff and school has been stressing me out like crazy. Hope you like this !!

Chapter 2:

My heartbeat is ringing in my ears. I watch the figures in the passenger seat attentively, whilst inhaling deeply and exhaling once again. 10 minutes have passed inside of this car, and not a single word has been spoken by Historia or either of the people in the driver and passenger seat. My palms are moist and a warm rush passes through my body. I dig my nails into the soft, damp skin of my palms. My eyes divert to the window of the car, following the fleeting street lights with my eyes before screwing my eyes shut. I'm going to be sick. This dread has formed a coiled-up knot in my stomach, I fear it'll travel up my throat and out.

"What is this?" I state firmly.

Historia turns her head away from her black ballet flats to look at me, rigid strands of her golden hair falling onto her face. Her eyes widen and her eyebrows furrow. She purses her lips as she looks away from me.

I stare furiously into the rear-view mirror.

"Who are you guys?"

The man in the driver's seat, pushes his glasses down onto the bridge of his nose and makes eye contact with me. His dark, thick eyebrows are relaxed and his chocolatey eyes pour indirectly into mine.

"So she didn't tell you."

I've seen those eyes somewhere.

"No, why would I be asking?"

As if on cue, he stops at the red light, turning around slowly.

"She's a feisty one, Krista."

He sports a light brown messy hair-do and leather jacket as a replacement for the white shirt, brown waistcoat and black bow tie.

"What the fuck?! I recognise you, you're the bartender I spoke to back there."

"I'm Jean, Sugar Cube." he smirks, quirking an eyebrow.

I spare him a glance before waiting for the other to speak.

"And I'm Armin." A shorter, skinnier man speaks quietly before turning to give me a small smile. He has short, straw-blonde hair and dusty blue eyes.

"Nice to meet you, although this doesn't answer my question."

The red-light fades to green and Jean turns around and pushes the pedal, resuming his driving.

I focus on Historia again, waiting for her to give me a response.

"I swear I was going to tell you-"

"And I was there to make sure that she would, but when I realised you ran into trouble, I got my baby ready for a swift escape." Jean intervenes.

"Who do you work for?"

"I work at Yeager Corporations, Jean and Armin are my colleagues."

"And where are they taking us?"

"The HQ. It's the safest place at the moment." Armin butts in promptly.

"You obviously don't know the first thing about me but I would definitely feel much safer within the walls of my house."

"I'm sure anyone would, but right now we need to make it to HQ, where the boss will know what to do."

...

I eye the pair as they slam the front doors of the vehicle and walk to either side of the car to prompt the doors open for us.

I huff, snatching my messenger bag up from the floor, reaching for the door handle. I hold onto it. Jean notices and frowns a little. He speaks loud enough for me to hear him through the glass with a muffle. "Allow me." he insists. I let go of the door handle and wait for him. He moves to the side and I step out of the car. "Thank you" I fix the neat rows of cars parked opposite us instead of making eye contact.

Historia falls behind and walks besides me.

"Why didn't you tell me anything?"

"Because there's more to it."

"God you sound so morbid. Look, I've covered your ass more times than I seem to recall, so nothing you do shocks me. I know you better than anyone else."

"But this is different."

I pause.

"Different how?"

"We're nearly there, ladies."

"Alright Jean."

She wobbles forward as she tries to walk faster than before to avoid resuming our conversation. I glance at her injured foot; her ankle is bruised and battered with purple and blue. It looks as if it's swelling. I move up next to her and hold her arm, putting it gently around my shoulder to support her. I look away from her. There's an elevator. The boys pause and we walk a few more steps. Armin's finger skims over the numbers. He pushes the button. After a while, the metallic doors slide open smoothly.

Stepping out of the lift, Armin strides forward, his shoes clunking somewhat gracefully onto the white marble tiles. Jean follows quickly behind, not wanting to be the one left behind to tail the group. He puffs his chest out, straightening his posture to make himself seem taller and more intimidating. He turns and gives me a side smirk, but I scoff and roll my eyes, not allowing myself to associate with that heathen. Historia places a hand on your shoulder almost comfortingly, ushering you to follow behind Armin and that cocky bastard Jean. I exhale defeatedly, having no choice but to follow along and play their stupid little game. Historia whimpers, her ankle still being in moderate pain and currently untreated. This left her hopeless at the back, hopping along and trying to keep up with everyone else's paces. I check back on Historia every so often to make sure she's okay, and the lift door shuts, leaving only the cityscape lights to illuminate the room. I think to myself for a moment, how blindingly bright it must be here on a sunny day, the room being mostly white, and white being a reflective colour. Is that why mafia bosses wear sunglasses? I guess we'll never know. Focusing myself again, I turn back around to face the backs of Armin and Jean, whispering to one another, Armin occasionally glancing back at me.

"So.. where are we going?" I ask, feeling quite awkward being sandwiched between these weirdos. There was no response from either of them. Only the low chatter and the monotonous sound of a few keyboards typing away filled the silence. In fact, they both stopped whispering and continued to walk. I narrow my eyes, balling my hands into a fist and beginning to pierce my skin with my nails.

"Hello? I know the two of you aren't fucking deaf." This was a bold move from me, adrenaline rushing through my body as my anger levels continued to rise, them both still ignoring me. These fuckers. I look back at Historia hopelessly, asking for assistance with my eyes. She just stares back blankly at me, trying to keep her own balance whilst walking, leaving me to debate whether I should just throw a tantrum in the middle of the workroom, there and then, oblivious to the consequences.

"What the FUCK is this." I raise my voice this time, close to a yell. They both stop and look at each other, then turning back around to me. The sound of Historia's shoes stopped behind me. I gulped, looking up at the two of them. "Our workroom." Armin would finally reply, scarily calm.

Jean intervenes "It's our condo. We make business here, We drink and eat and socialise. No need to get so worked up, you little lemon. We're nearly there."

I let a short, humourless laugh escape, pulling my lips into a horrid smile. Jean smiles, unbothered by my sour attitude. "Bye Hitch!" Jean exclaims, waving at someone; a woman, in chunky, leather Dr. Martens black boots, red fishnet tights, a red lingerie silk dress with a khaki green jacket. She's carrying a black duffel back over her shoulder. She waves back at him with her free hand, smirking. "You have a goodnight" he says to himself. We make a right turn, down a corridor, past white office doors with plastic plaques. We walk past a red haired man, sliding a piece of paper with printed lettering through one of the transparent plates. "Still on prep duty I see, Floch." Jean blurts as he passes the man.

"Shut up Horseface." he retorts bitterly, sparing a quick glance at me before returning to his job. A few steps away sits a nameless mahogany door. Armin takes a nimble step forward, knocking on the door softly. When no one responds, Jean twists the door handle, leaving the door ajar. He slips through and we follow. The room is illuminated by a dim light dangling from the ceiling, above a round, oak table. The table is littered with playing cards, 3 cans of coke and 3 open packets of potato chips on the surface, crumbs splayed all over. The space smells of cheap lavender diffuser. Two people are sitting at the table, simultaneously turning their heads around to look at the commotion. One of them- a woman- with long brown hair, tied back in a dishevelled ponytail and beige skin, has potato chips crumbs on her face. Her chocolate eyes widen at the sight of us. The other, a man- has a buzz cut with prominent, light green eyes that mirror the woman's expression.

"Oh- Jean! We didn't expect you to pay us a visit. Otherwise I might've thought about saving you some of these." The woman admits, her tone guilty as she looks down at the empty, open crisps packets.

"Oh spare me the apology Sasha, these things have a lot of calories in them anyway. I was hoping you'd know where I can find Jaeger."

"Jaeger? He should be in his office, working late." The man adds.

"Thanks Connie."

Connie nods, craning his neck and swinging his chair back, his hands holding the table as he gazes at me curiously.

"Who's this?"

"Y/n, Y/n L/n." I respond before Jean can

Sasha laughs loudly, seeming to have heard that.

We've now walked back to the main lobby and steered towards a set of a coiling staircase. I pause at the bottom of the stairs, grabbing Historia's arm gently. " I'm not letting you go further in the state you're in." I eye Armin, his eyes already fixated on me. "Will you please take care of her?"

Armin nods sharply, walking towards Historia.

"Y/N, I'm okay-" She begins, but I turn around beginning to walk up the steps. "Lead the way" I ordered Jean. At the top, Jean saunters over to a pair of opaque double doors. Next to those are 3 velvet cushion chairs. I stare at him as he brings his fist up on the door, to knock gently.

I gulp.

"Come in." a voice from within says clearly, with a neutral tone.

[temilyrights]

mother in hell

Summary: Jack Sloane x Reader. Your Mother comes to visit NCIS. The fallout is simultaneously what you expected and also everything but.

A/N: I've been working on this on and off for about a month? The ending is a little rushed and definitely less than perfect, but It's been nearly a month since I updated and I really wanted to give you something as for the next couple of months I'm definitely not going to be as active. I didn’t do a final read-through of this so apologies in advance. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated :) Enjoy!

TW: Asshole mother, mild homophobia if you squint, and anxiety.

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“So, what did you think?” You ask cautiously, feet shifting beneath you as you try to keep the hope simmering in your chest from taking over.

Today had gone a lot better than you expected. Your mother had been almost charming? kind? You weren’t really sure how to describe it, but it was a complete one-eighty to what you were used to. You’d already been prepared for the worst when she had stepped off the elevator and the first words that left her lips were “Orange walls...How very bold.” Her mouth curled in clear disgust. However, apart from a couple of jabs in your direction (‘Really Y/N, that’s what you wear to work? No wonder you’re still single.’) your mother had seemed absolutely smitten with the team. Gibbs and Tim especially (and god, you never wanted to see your mother flirting with Gibbs ever again).  

“Agent Gibbs is lovely of course, and that Agent McGee is very smart. Did he mention he was married? If so that’s such a shame because I really do think the two of you-”

“He’s married.” You squirm, barely stopping your shiver of disgust as your eyes dart around to make sure none of the passing agents were listening. The last thing you needed was a rumour that you had a thing for Tim. No one seems to be paying you two any attention, so you return your focus to your mother, grateful for the semi-privacy being underneath the stairs had provided you. “So, you finally approve? You’re okay with my job?” You ask, not being able to resist the hope any longer.

“Oh god no.” She laughs, and your heart drops. Your smile instantly gone, as disappointment aches strongly in your chest. You really should be used to this by now. “I seriously think it’s time you stop running around playing action hero and get a proper job-”

You sigh, “This is a proper job.”

Your mother continues talking like she hasn’t heard you; “-Arthur is still looking for someone to fill that management position. You’d be perfect and the hours would be much more reasonable. You’d finally have time to start dating again, eventually settle down and have a family. It’s time, don’t you think? You’re getting too old for this.”

“But I’m happy where I am. Arthur’s business is dull, and I’d hate every second of working there. I love what I do, and I love the people I work with too.”

“Yes, that was very clear.” Your mother sniffs with distaste, her reproachful look enough to make you tense.  

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I noticed the way you were looking at that other woman. It’s completely inappropriate really, she’s got to be at least fifteen years older than you.” Your mouth drops open, cheeks flaming red. You quickly scan the space around to make sure she was nowhere to be seen.  “And anyway, she’s much too pretty for you. Didn’t she say she was a psychologist? A much more suitable job. But, oh there’s absolutely no way the two of you could be anything. Her and Gibbs on the other hand, now that would be a beautiful couple.”

“Gibbs is like fifteen years older than Jack.” You mumble petulantly, cheeks burning bright with humiliation. You hadn’t expected your mother to pick up on your feelings for Jack, you’d been doing everything to ignore them yourself. Of course, she would though, and now she was going to find every insecurity you had and use it to prove exactly why you were so goddamn unlovable.

“Yes, but it’s a completely different situation really. This explains why you’ve been avoiding the dates I went through the hard work to set up for you. It’s awfully hard to sell your job to people Y/N, men don’t want a woman that isn’t interested in settling down. Anyway, this is the perfect time for you to start dating. Get you off the ridiculous notion of a relationship with that woman. Now, it might take some convincing, but Ben, you remember Ben, right? well, he’s newly single and I think the two of you could totally hit it off.”

“Mum, I really don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m fine, I don’t-”

“Y/N, darling, you need to let that woman go. Don’t get offended, you are much too sensitive, and you know I only mean this in the best way possible, but this Jacqueline is really much too good for you. Now, maybe if you improve your wardrobe, and go to that hairdresser I’ve been recommending because honestly darling you’re looking a little drab.” Tears begin to ghost your eyes, but you make sure to hold them back as your mother stabs you with her words. “I always say the nurses must have swapped you at birth because there’s just no way any daughter of mine would leave the house looking like that. Your attempt at hiding those ugly dark circles under your eyes is dismal. Maybe if you just put more effort into your appearance then you’d stand a chance with Jacqueline, although then there’s the task of your personality because let us be honest, you are a little boring. You need to work on that, and then we could start on you being less guarded because how do you expect to find anyone if you don’t trust them. Honestly, Y/N, you are exhausting at times-”

“Hey! Don’t speak to her like that.” Your head snaps around to a very heated Jack who’s glaring daggers at your mother. Your cheeks burn even brighter with humiliation, and god, you’ve never wanted to disappear so much in your life.

“This is a private conversation, dear.” Your mother smiles, politeness not enough to hide her calculating gaze.

“That you’re having in a very public place. And for the record, I happen to think Y/N is pretty extraordinary.” Jack sends you a soft smile, and you know it’s meant to be comforting but it just makes everything so much worse because all you can think about is how your mother is going to make the next year of your life hell for this.

“Jack. It’s fine-”

“Y/N, shush,” your mother cuts you off, not even sparing you a glance as she glares at Jack. Your mouth clicks shut, and Jack sends you a look filled equally with concern and bewilderment which you have to quickly look away from. “Agent Sloane, was it?” She continues without waiting for a response. “You have somehow convinced my daughter that you care for her, adorable really, but I won’t have her gallivanting around after you. It’s fine time she settled down and started a family.”

Jack laughs. “Did we teleport back to the 1960s when I wasn’t looking? A woman can have goals other than getting married and having 2.5 children.”

“Spoken like a woman who’s spent her whole life alone. I’m assuming you’re not a mother?” Jack’s whole-body tenses. You still can’t look at her. Can’t stand to see her hurt, and no doubt a newfound hatred for you. You needed to get your mother as far away from Jack, and the Navy Yard, as quickly as possible.

“Mum. That’s enough.” Your voice is weaker than you’d like it to be, and your mother looks very unimpressed. “It’s time for you to go home.”

She laughs. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Come on, we’ll finish this conversation later. I’ve got to get back to work anyway.”

“Fine.” She huffs, “but you are to meet Arthur for that interview.”

“Mum, I told you-”

“Y/N, this isn’t open for discussion.”

“Okay,” you sigh, head dropping with resignation “okay, fine.” From the corner of your eyes, you can see the incredulous look Jack is sending you, but you don’t dare turn your head. You wouldn’t take the job, there was no way, but you needed this all to be over. You needed to go home and pretend this day never happened.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Jack-” you sigh, but she just continues.

“No!” And now the passing agents were paying attention to your group. Your body shrinks in on itself, as your tears grow dangerously close to breaking free. Jack doesn’t notice, too consumed with her anger that’s completely directed at your mother. “You don’t get to tell her what to do. Y/N is a phenomenal agent. Her contribution to this team is crucial. She’s smart, compassionate, and beautiful. And, in spite of being brought up by you, is one of the kindest people I know. So, don’t you dare come in here and tell her she’s drab or boring or not good enough. You are a jealous, bitter old woman who brings your daughter down to make yourself feel better because you know you’ll never be as good as her.” Your mother's mouth drops open, cheeks flamed in humiliation. And if it weren’t for the fact your whole body was itching to run away, you’d have probably been captivated by the way Jack was defending you. “I suggest you leave, or I’ll have you dragged out by security.”

Your mother clicks her tongue, fingers tightening on her bag as she tries to keep herself composed. “Fine. Y/N, we will talk later.” And with one final reproachful look, she turns and walks away.

The other agents are all still watching you, faces contorted with either surprise or pity. Jack deflates, but you’re focused on Ellie, who’s standing just in your eye line, face full of sympathy, and the urge to throw up suddenly hits you.

“Hey,” Jack speaks softly, hand lighting brushing your forearm, and jolting you out of your eye contact with Ellie. Jack’s face is filled with concern, brows furrowed slightly in obvious confusion.

Swallowing roughly, you take a step away. “You shouldn’t have done that. I had it handled.” Your eyes flick back to the agents, most have now walked away but some were still looking with subtle interest. This was going to be the talk of the office for the next week. You needed to get the hell out of here.

The elevator dings, and you quickly jump into action, ducking your head to avoid watchful eyes as you briskly walk away.

“You had it handled?” Jack scoffs, falling in step beside you. You enter the elevator, and Jack follows, shooting a glare at the only other occupant in there who hastily exits. “She was berating you and you weren’t even trying to defend yourself!”

You sigh, hitting the button for Kasie’s lab, the best place to hide out for a while. “It was fine.” You lean against the wall of the elevator as it starts up and finally look back at Jack with a shrug. “It’s easier that way because now she’s going to mention this whole incident to everyone she knows, painting you as a villain, me as a coward, and her as the victim. I’m going to have to spend the next few months trying to do damage control.”

“I don’t care what she thinks or says about me,” Jack says, leaning over to flick the switch and bring the elevator to a standstill.

Sighing, you push yourself off the wall and make your way to the opposite side to put some space between the two of you, “Good for you, Jack, but I do.”

“Why? Because it’ll affect your new job opportunity?”

You roll your eyes. “Really? I’m not gonna take that stupid job. I meant what I said, I love it here.”

“Then why agree to an interview?”

“Because I needed her far away from you, and the Navy Yard and agreeing to the interview was the quickest way of making that happen.” You sigh, “Look, I appreciate what you were trying to do but I can fight my own battles and this one just wasn’t worth it.”

You catch Jack’s face contorting with pain before she can completely turn away. “Oh, okay. Good to know.” She flicks the switch, jolting the elevator back into action.

“Wait, Jack. I didn’t mean it like that.” You panic, quickly rushing to halt the elevator again. “I just meant,” you take a deep breath, blowing away your emotions before meeting Jack’s sad eyes. “What she said about me...it wasn’t completely off base. There was truth in it so there wasn’t any point in fighting her.”

Jack’s brows shoot up in disbelief, “Where was the truth? Because all I heard were cruel lies.”

“Jack,” You sigh, chuckling sadly as the tears you’d thought you’d warded off threaten to break free again. “Come on, She’s right. You’re too good for me. You’re this amazing, beautiful, talented woman and I’m just, well, me. And this isn’t some weird thing where I am looking for your pity or whatever. It’s fine, my mother was right-”

“Stop.”

“Jack, seriously, it’s fine-”

“No. Stop it.” Jack’s in front of you, invading your space in two steps.

“I-” You don’t get the chance to finish your sentence as Jack’s lips slam hard against yours. Your brain doesn’t fully comprehend what’s happening until she starts to pull away, the loss of her lips is what starts you back into action. You follow after them, capturing them with the same passion she had before she can form any words. Jack’s hand tightens in your hair as yours run down her arms before landing at her waist and pulling her closer into you.

“She was wrong,” Jack says between kisses “about everything.” You nod distractedly, your sole attention focused on her, on her mouth. You can’t quite believe this is happening.

You eventually separate, forehead’s rest against each other as your breath mixes together. Your thrashing heart begins to calm. Jack tucks a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers brushing your cheek before she steps back slightly. She speaks quietly, brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t understand why she’s still in your life. She makes you miserable.”

Shrugging, you sigh, not able to hold her eyes. “She’s my only family,” You don’t mention that the only reason that’s the case is that the rest of your family had cut your mother off years ago, and so, by extension you too. You swallow roughly, “And, I don’t want to be alone.”

Jack shakes her head, bringing a finger to your chin to guide you back to look at her, sadness shines bright in her eyes. “You aren’t alone. You have us, the team, we’re your family.”

“It’s different.”

“How?”

“I don’t know, it just is.” You sigh, stepping back from Jack’s grip. You miss the contact instantly. “My mother may be...difficult,”

“Y/N, your mother isn’t just difficult, she’s horrible. Cruel. She can’t say those things to you!”

“And I can’t just cut her off! I can take the things she says about me, really, I’m used to them.”

“That’s not normal. You know that’s not normal, right? The only time you really stood up out there was when she said those things to me-”

“I’m so sorry about that.” You hastily cut in, grabbing her hand, eyes pleading for her to believe you. “She had absolutely no right.”

“It’s not your fault,” Jack says softly, squeezing your hand back to ensure you it’s okay. “You deserve better than her. I’m not saying cut her off, I know that’s difficult, just think about setting some boundaries.” Jack definitely wants to tell you to cut her off, that if she had it her way the woman would never again come within ten feet of you. She couldn’t believe how quickly you drew in on yourself when your mother had started talking. If anyone else had tried that...well, you wouldn’t have even given them the opportunity to.

“I’ll think about it,” Jack looks at you like she doesn’t believe you. “I promise. I know things can’t stay the same.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” You nod, relief washing through you as you relax for the first time that day. Your eyes fall to your hand, still entangled with Jack’s and you can’t control the smile that tugs at your lips. “Guess my mother being here today did have one positive effect.”

She chuckles, rolling her eyes. “Guess so, although my plan to just ask you out for dinner would have been a lot less emotional.”

A grin takes over your face. “You were going to ask me out?”

“Actually, I still intend to. How about dinner, tonight?”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay then, it’s a date.” Jack leans in to press a kiss to your cheek but you turn your head at the last minute and capture her lips softly. Jack smiles but doesn’t pull away as her hand comes to stroke your cheek.

When you finally break apart, you’re a little breathless. “I’ll pick you up at seven.” She says, and you can only nod in agreement with a dorky smile. Jack looks at her watch, her own smile dropping slightly as she sighs. “We should probably get back to work.”

“Yeah…” You sigh, but you don’t make an attempt to move and neither does Jack. You don’t want this small moment of peace to end. The second you step out of the elevator there will be casework, and looks, and gossip.

“It’ll be okay. By tomorrow this will all be old news.” A smile tugs at your lips at her ability to always know where your mind has gone, and you nod.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do this.” Jack squeezes your hand one last time before dropping it and hitting the switch. You take a steadying breath as the elevator descends, focusing on the comfort of Jack standing next to you, and the excitement of the date tonight instead of the anxiety rushing through you.

“Relax.” Jack soothes, kissing your cheek. The elevator stops, doors opening, and she winks as she steps off. “I’ll see you at seven.”

“See you at seven.” You nod, watching her walk away. The second she leaves your eye line, you fall back into the elevator wall, no longer able to keep the wide smile from your face.

A date.

You were going on a date with Jacqueline Sloane.

[horansqueen]

Stuck With You - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 : I Don’t Wanna Go To Bed

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College Enemies To Lovers AU

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I gotta tell you the truth I'm full of broken pieces And all my nights are sleepless

And I don't mean to intrude The secret can you keep it?

I don't wanna go to bed without you

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                                          We stayed together in silence for a while and I could feel the palm of my hands getting sweaty as I gripped the counter harder. I didn't want this to become awkward but the truth was, it was always a bit awkward and tensed between Niall and I. I had to admit I was also scared his mood would just suddenly changed and he would start getting mean again. I knew there was probably a reason behind it but not knowing why made it even more hurtful. Besides, having a reason to be mean doesn't give him the right to be. Still, I didn't want to be on the defensive every single time he was around me. It didn't mean I wanted to open up to him, though, but something was pulling me towards him, something strong that I hadn't felt in a very long time.

"How hammered is my friend Louis?"

I chuckled low and shrugged, glancing at him. "So hammered that I decided to sip on the same beer all night in case he'd need me."

Niall's lips curled slightly and he licked his bottom one. "You're a good friend, Devie." he let out in a gentle tone, making me chuckle low. "That means we're both sober, I'm one of the designated drivers tonight."

I frowned and turned my head to look at him. "For who?"

"Anyone who needs me." he replied, his smile getting bigger.

"So you're telling me you're not gonna drink at all?"

"Not a drop." he shook his head.

"But you're irish!" I joked, making him laugh. "Besides, you're not really useful, locked in here."

This time, Niall raised his eyebrows and moved his upper body close to mine, making me hold my breath. "Who's fault?"

I chuckled but my smile faltered a bit before I started nibbling on my bottom lip. His amused expression changed suddenly and he let his eyes roam on my face and stop on my lips. I held my breath and he cleared his throat, moving back as I filled my lungs with air again.

"Sorry for locking us here." I just said, feeling suddenly very stupid. I knew he meant it as a joke, but it was still the truth.

"Naa, don't be, it's fine." he shrugged, crossing his arms on his chest. "You're quite an entertaining person."

I smiled despite myself, bringing one of my shoulders up and turning my head slightly. It made me a bit shy to hear him say nice things about me and I felt my heart skip a beat. I couldn't even blame it on alcohol so once again, I blamed it on good old lust.

"So I'm not intriguing anymore, I'm just entertaining."

His eyebrows raised again and his head turned my way but this time, a small smirk appeared on his lips. Ever since he had told me that, I had been wondering what he meant. I watched him and he turned his whole body around, leaning his side against the counter to face me. I didn't dare to move at all and he just stared at me for a while before letting out a cute chuckle.

"You can be both."

I didn't tell him but I found him intriguing too, probably way more than I could be in a lifetime. I didn't understand his behavior, and I could never guess what he was thinking about. He was a mystery and I had no idea how to solve it. Perhaps, I never would.

I jumped slightly when my phone rang, taking me out of my thoughts immediately, and blinked a few times before searching through my pockets. I felt my heart skip a beat when I noticed Louis' picture on the screen, not really sure if I was relieved or disappointed.

"Hey Lou, we're stuck in the bathroom on the second floor." I heard Louis start laughing loud in his phone and I raised my nose up in a grimace. "Please, can you help?"

"Wait wait," he said, laughing again. "Who are you stuck with?"

I licked my lips and glanced at Niall before clearing my throat. "I'm with Niall."

I waited for a few seconds, hearing nothing but silence, until Louis burst into laughter so loudly that I had to move my phone away. My eyes met Niall's and I saw him roll him eyes with a small smile, telling me that he could hear Louis too.

"Did you do that on purpose?"

This time, I could swear my heart stopped completely. Did Niall hear that, too?

"No, of course not!" I argued, bringing the phone back on my ear. "Why would I do that?"

"You know why!"

I was about to answer something when Niall moved closer. His scent reached my nose and I blinked a few times. I thought I was used to his smell from sharing a room with him, but having him so close made me realize that his natural odor made me feel slightly woozy. He took my phone gently from my hands to put it between us and clicked on the 'hands free' button as Louis' laughter echoed on the bathroom walls around us.

"Louis, get your ass here now."

My friend started laughing even louder and I looked up in Niall's eyes, feeling slightly shy suddenly. I knew Louis was drunk but I didn't enjoy the fact that he was teasing me. It's not like I ever told him much about Niall anyway, so I was not sure what he actually meant with all the teasing.

"Tommo!" Niall repeated in a serious and slightly louder tone.

"Yea yea. I'm coming."

We heard a 'click' telling us Louis had hung up and I pressed my lips together, still looking at Niall. He sent me a small smile and handed me my phone back before leaning against the counter again.

"I guess we'll be out of here soon." he just said in a soft tone.

I could swear I heard disappointment in his voice but it was probably just my own feelings making me imagine things.

"You never know. He's probably so drunk he'll have a hard time just walking up the stairs."

Niall's eyes found me and his lips curled more before he chuckled. "Guess he's gonna need a ride home, what do you think?"

If I wanted to be honest, I had thought about it, but I wasn't sure I had the guts to actually ask Niall for help. It was not technically for me, it was mostly for Louis, since I hadn't had a drop, but I had sort of expected to go back home with him, so it would benefit me, too.

"That's what you didn't drink for, isn't it?"

"You're right." he laughed slightly. "Louis is exactly why I didn't have a drop."

I laughed too and licked my lips, feeling my heartbeats accelerate. I wanted to say something nice but clever at the same time. I wanted Niall to think I was funny and at the same time, I wanted to let him know that I liked it when we actually got along. Probably was, I didn't know how to say things like that subtly. I had always been more the straight-forward and direct kind of girl.

"It was not so bad of an evening, after all." I finally let out. It didn't really say everything I wanted to, but it could have been worse.

"Yea?" Niall laughed again. "Being locked for hours in a bathroom with me? You're easy to please."

I felt my cheeks burn slightly but cleared my throat, trying not to draw too much attention to me. I couldn't help my palms from getting wet though and I wiped them on the back of my jeans. For some reason, his words brought in my head an image of him on top of me and I felt ridiculous for even thinking about it.

I was thinking of a good answer to give him but we heard a knock at the door and without thinking, we both rushed to it.

"Louis?"

"Are you guys dressed?"

"Don't be an ass, Tomlinson, and let us out." Niall replied quickly with a rough tone again.

Louis just laughed and we heard sounds from the knob. It took about half a minute before the door opened only to show us Louis, a smirk on his face and holding himself against the frame, probably because of how intoxicated he was.

"Have you ever thought that maybe it was fate?" he just asked in an amused tone, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Niall and then at me.

"How many drinks did you have?" Niall asked, grabbing his arm and ignoring his question.

"Oh, just a few."

"Sure, I believe you." I let out with sarcasm. "That's why it took you literally fifteen minutes to get upstairs. Can you even walk on a straight line?"

"Lou, can you even walk?"

My lips curled and Louis grimaced, making Niall sigh. "Okay, party's over, time to go back home!" he added as Louis complained.

It took us forever to bring Louis to Niall's car and we put him on the back seat with his seatbelt on. After only a few minutes, Louis was already sleeping, mouth open, and I took place on the passenger's seat as Niall started the car.

I thought Niall and I would keep talking but I was not sure what to tell him and he kept looking at the road. I couldn't help but glance at him a few times and when he stopped the car at a red light, he licked his lips.

"What?"

He hadn't asked meanly, or roughly. In fact, his voice was soft and gentle and I turned my face his way, leaned my head on the seat.

"Why were you so mad at me, Niall?"

"I'm not mad." he just replied with a shrug.

"Then, why are you avoiding me?" I asked calmly before nibbling on my bottom lip.

"I'm not."

I could feel him getting a bit annoyed but I had to ask him anyway. I had to know.

"You are. You even though I locked you in the bathroom on purpose to force you to talk to me, or acknowledge me."

He simply sighed and the light turned green. I waited as he kept driving but I could see his jaw clench, as if he was trying to use the right words, or not to talk at all.

"Do you honestly think I don't know that you rushed to Louis' room when I was in the shower? Do you think I don't know that you spent the night there? I mean how could you do that? After what I told you?"

My lips parted at his tone. I didn't expect him to be rude and after a while, I realized he was not really mad, he actually seemed slightly hurt? His words confused me though and I frowned, shaking my head a bit.

"I... I'm not sure I understand."

I noticed his hands grip the wheel harder, the sound of the leather squeezed in his palms making me hold my breath.

"Forget it." he replied after a while. He sighed again and I saw his shoulders fall as he relaxed. "I'm sorry."

He parked the car and turned around to look at Louis on the backseat. Everything became silent except for the light snore from my best friend and it made my lips curl a bit on the left.

"Come on, let's bring him to our room." Niall added, putting an end to the other conversation we were having. "I'm not letting him out of my sight tonight."

I didn't answer anything but we got out of the car and managed to bring Louis to our room together. We let him fall on Niall's bed and he turned him on his stomach, just in case.

"Neil." we heard Louis mumble before we both got closer. "I didn't sleep with her, Niall."

I frowned and heard Niall sigh low, pulling the covers over his friend.

"I promise, Niall, I didn't." Louis stammered again. "And I won't do it."

"Alright, Louis, you're talking non-sense, you sleep now."

I stared at them both and Louis groaned low before squirming a bit in bed. His body relaxed completely as he fell back asleep and Niall took a few steps back to stand right next to me.

"What the hell is he talking about." I asked, shaking my head.

"No idea. He's pissed, that's it."

I glanced at Niall and licked my lips, shrugging as a smile draw itself on my face.

"Does that mean you're going to sleep with Louis tonight?" I asked, slightly amused, as I let out a small chuckle. "Or maybe you want to sleep with me in my bed?"

I smiled more, completely sure he would refuse, but he finally shrugged and put his hands on his waist, still staring at Louis sleeping.

"Yea, good idea."

I held my breath and my jaw dropped at his answer. This is not the answer I expected and I closed my mouth again when he turned to me to raise his eyebrows at me.

"Is that alright?"

"Y-Yea, yea of course, I just... I'll get changed."

Without waiting for his answer, I grabbed sweatpants and a t-shirt and rushed to the bathroom, as if I hadn't spent long enough in a bathroom on that night. I quickly got changed and brushed my teeth before getting out. Niall sent me a smile before walking past me and going to the bathroom too. I walked to my bed, sitting slowly on it as I stared at Louis again. I had been close to Niall but laying in the same twin bed was about to be awkward. I was not even sure I'd be able to sleep and it reminded me of that night at the library when I woke up with his head leaning on my thighs.

I pushed the thought out of my mind when I heard the bathroom door open and he walked to me as I pulled on the covers of my bed to get under them. He joined me and we both lied down on our backs in silence until we heard Louis snore louder and laughed.

"Can't believe he snores like that." I whispered, making Niall turned his head to me and raise his eyebrows.

"Sorry Devie but you snore louder than that." he chuckled. I hit his arm lightly and it made him laugh. "It's true!"

"Shut up!"

Our laughters faded and he turned in bed to face me. I was getting used to the darkness and I noticed he wasn't even smiling anymore. He was just staring at me, holding his head with his hand as I looked up at him, my head on my pillow. He looked even prettier, illuminated by the soft light of the moon, and when he moved closer, I could swear my heart jumped in my throat. I swallowed it back just in time to feel Niall's lips against mine. He kissed me gently as my eyes fluttered close, and all I could focus on was how good he smelled and how relieved I felt from feeling his mouth press against mine. He deepened the kiss so slowly that I had time to anticipate it and even long for it. I had never tasted something or someone better than Niall and it was scary. I couldn't seem to stop though and when he moved closer and wrapped his arm around me, I let out a short whimper.

What brought me back to reality was Louis groaning a bit too loud from the other bed. Niall broke our kiss and turned around slowly before finally getting up quickly and helping Louis sitting up.

"I swear, Tommo, if you puke in my bed..."

He helped Louis get up and I frowned, sitting up.

"No, It's cool, you stay here." Niall told me, holding Louis with his arm around him. "I'll bring him back to his room, just so he doesn't throw up in our room."

I nodded slowly without talking, a bit disappointed. If Louis slept in his own room, did that mean that Niall would get back in his bed and I would sleep alone in mine? And why did it bother me so much?

"Do you need help?"

"No, don't worry." he replied as he grabbed the knob and opened the door.  "Oh and, uhm." I turned to him and he did the same before shrugging a shoulder. "Don't wait for me, I'll spend the night with him."

"Oh. Okay."

I waited until the door closed behind them and sighed, closing my eyes. I could still feel my lips on fire from the kiss we just had had and I couldn't seem to get over it. If there was one thing I would have never thought Niall would do, it was to kiss me, especially not in the way he had kissed me. It was not rough and full of lust. It was gentle and deep, and I couldn't remember if I had ever been kissed that way. Probably not.

It took me about twenty minutes to lay back down in my bed. I ran my tongue on my lips, tasting the vestige of the kiss I had shared with my roommate and closed my eyes. He was gone now, and I had no idea if he'd ignore me the next day. The truth it, it was driving me insane, but there was nothing I could do about it.

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Characters (Pick ANY character from a fandom):

The 100• Marvel• Harry Potter• Flash• Walking Dead• <- those are examples, choose what ever you’d like!

Prompts (specify which list in ask):

Fluff:

1. “Just hold me close and never let go.”

The One by @with1love1anu (Sirius Black x Reader)

2. “You may be good, but I’m better.” 

@abysshaven (Draco Malfoy x reader)

3. “You know, I’d go through hell for you.” “Really?” “Yeah, or well, really hot weather.”

@abysshaven (Draco Malfoy x reader)

@fridasfantasy (Zuko x Reader)

4. “Well you’re fun.” “And you’re annoying.”

Sirius Black x Reader by @valiantartwritingweasel

Just my Type by @writeseasonally (Fred Weasley x Reader)

5. “You’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk.” “Then what are you?” “…I’m not dead, right?”

@nekoannie-chan (Brock Rumlow x Reader)

Truth under Moonlight by @approved-by-dentists (Sirius Black x Reader)

6. “You’re a lot more interesting in my head.”

Hoax by @seiraswriting (Hermione Granger x Reader)

7. “You just have to trust me.”

Proud of you by @fandomscombine (George Weasley x Reader)

8. “Time flies when you’re a prisoner.”

9. “You’re my home.”

Home by @capsheadquaters (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

10. “Thanks for not killing me.”

@wonderful-writer​ (Sirius Black x Reader)

11. “I’m going to choose to take pride in that.”

Freedom of Innocence by @summer-writes (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Gone by @moony-writes-stuff​ (George Weasley x Reader)

12. “You’re my second chance.”

@bad268 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Second Chances by @shaynawrites23 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

13. “Take me by the hand and hold me tight.”

If it Hurts by @oingo233 (Daryl Dixon x reader)

14. “I’m proud of us.”

15. “Will you get off me?”

Snowscape by @kalimagik (Fred Weasley x Reader)

16. “I didn’t think it was possible, but I just fell more in love with you.”

@they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon (Remus Lupin x Reader)

I Love you by @theonly1outof-a-billion​​ (Mob!Tom Holland x Reader)

17. “You are everything I dreamed of.”

@the-moon-and-the-book​ (Remus Lupin x Reader)

18. “Here, let me help you.”

@dreamer821 (Sirius Black x Reader)

19. “Can I have a kiss? Please?”

Can I kiss you? by @bad268 (Julian Albert x Reader)

20. “Your hand is so soft.”

Gentle Hands by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

21. “I’ve been thinking-“ “uh oh.”

A Beautiful Dream by @missmulti (Remus Lupin x Reader)

22. “But you love me anyways.”

@leah-ravenanne (James Potter x Reader)

Secret Admirer by @shaynawrites23 (Sirius Black x Reader)

23. “Want a back rub?”

24. “Can we cuddle?”

Gentle Hands by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

25. “You realize how insane you sound, right?”

Crazy for You by @writeroutoftime (Sirius Black x Reader)

@wonderful-writer​ (Sirius Black x Reader)

26. “Stop making that face. It’s too cute.”

Proud of you by @fandomscombine (George Weasley x Reader)

27. You are perfect for me.”

Party Revelations by @angelinathebook (Sirius Black x Reader)

28. “You’re so warm.”

Snowscape by @kalimagik (Fred Weasley x Reader)

29. “I love you more every day.”

30. “Where’s my morning kisses?”

31. “Wanna go for a walk?”

Comfort by @iliveiloveiwrite (Sirius Black x reader)

32. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”

Comfort by @iliveiloveiwrite (Sirius Black x Reader)

33. “Stop stealing my food.”

34. “Wow, I almost forgot how beautiful you were.”

@hollands-weasley (Fred Weasley x Reader)

35. “There’s an open seat on my lap.”

Party Revelations by @angelinathebook (Sirius Black x Reader)

@stiles-o-dylan24 (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

36. “Please just look at me.”

@horsegirly99 (Remus Lupin x Reader)

37. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Star Crossed Lovers by @missmulti (James Sirius Potter x Reader)

@horsegirly99 (Remus Lupin x Reader)

38. “Netflix and cuddle?”

39. “I can count to ten.” “You can barely get to 3.”

40. “My best friend is an idiot. Awesome.”

Angst:

1. “Despite everything, I still care about you.”

Blind Love by @hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

2. “I should go…”

Never Leave Me Again by @with1love1anu (George Weasley x Reader)

@they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon (Remus Lupin x Reader)

3. “Joke’s on me, right?”

To Love and Be Used by @the-moon-and-the-book (James Potter x Reader)

4. “Break my heart, I’ll break your face.”

5. “Fuck you and your promises.”

Promises by @masterofthedarkness (Fred Weasley x Reader)

6. “Remember when I asked for your opinion? No? Me neither.”

7. “I’m not worth dying for.”

A Beautiful Dream by @missmulti (Remus Lupin x Reader) 

8. “There’s still good in you.”

All for You by @blisfvll (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

9. “I thought you died.”

Home by @capsheadquaters (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

@screennamealreadyused (Jason Todd x Reader)

10. “Don’t touch me.”

@screennamealreadyused (Jason Todd x Reader)

11. “I’m fine.” *Passes out*

Can I kiss you? by @bad268 (Julian Albert x Reader)

@dreamer821 (Sirius Black x Reader)

12. “I was hoping you’d save us both.”

Never Leave Me Again by @with1love1anu (George Weasley x Reader)

13. “I’m invisible.”

14. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

To Love and Be Used by @the-moon-and-the-book (James Potter x Reader)

15. “You’re not you.”

16. “What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? I’m not.”

@novellaquill (Barry Allen x reader, The originals crossover)

17. “Okay, fuck you.”

18. “You wanna play hero? Be my guest.”

Drama by @obsessedwithrandomthings (Remus Lupin x Reader)

19. “You’re an asshole.”

20. “I hope it was worth it.”

21. “Trust me, it could get a whole lot worse.”

22. “The only mistake I made was you.”

@acciomarauders (Regulus Black x Reader)

23. “Prove to me you’re different, then I’ll believe you.”

@stiles-o-dylan24 (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

24. “No one blames you.” “I do.”

All for you by @blisfvll (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

25. How come you’re still here?”

26. “This is when you stop talking.”

27. “How am I supposed to say goodbye to you?”

@novellaquill (Barry Allen x reader, The originals crossover)

28. “God, just let me fall apart.”

Gone by @moony-writes-stuff​ (George Weasley x Reader)

29. “Just let me die.”

John Murphy x Reader by @johnmurphyisbisexual

Duelled by @teheharrypotter (Sirius Black x Reader)

30. “You got to let go.”

Star Crossed Lovers by @missmulti (James Sirius Potter x Reader)

31. “Why can’t you look at me like you look at her?”

Fool’s Gold by @marauderswhisperer (James Potter x Reader)

32. “You don’t get to die today.”

If it Hurts by @oingo233 (Daryl Dixon x reader)

33. “I’m spiraling and I can’t make it stop.”

John Murphy x Reader by @johnmurphyisbisexual

34. “You’re never too broken to be fixed.”

She’s a Survivor by @eleven-times-lively (Remus Lupin x Reader)

35. “Fun? Is that all I am to you? Fun?”

36. “I would’ve given my life up for you, but now? Now I don’t even know you.”

@shatteredlovesick (Steve Rogers x reader)

37. “I haven’t been the same since you left me.”

Charm-ed by @nekoannie-chan (Steve Rogers x Reader)

38. “You were supposed to protect me.”

39. “You gave me the world, but it wasn’t enough.”

40. “Give me another chance to prove I am still in love with you.”

Smut:

(Sorry I couldn’t find or come up with more smut ones lol)

1. “Ruin me.”

2. “Lose the shirt.”

3. “You know we’re in public, right?”

4. “Be good.” “Or what, you’ll punish me?”

5. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight.”

6. “Spread your legs for me.”

7. “Remember. You’re mine.”

8. “Stop the lip biting, you’re driving me crazy.”

9. “Tonight, you’re in control.”

10. “I’m not wearing anything under this.”

11. “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

Learned your Lesson by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

12. “Aw, is somebody jealous?”

13. “If you wanna fuck, just say the words.”

14. “I forgot how much I missed seeing you beneath me.” 

@shatteredlovesick (Steve Rogers x Reader)

15. “Oh, fuck you!” “Your place or mine?”

16. “Was the sex really that good?”

17. “Like what you’re seeing?”

18. “On your knees.”

19. “Handcuffs? Sounds fun.”

20. “Touch yourself for me.”

Learned your Lesson by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

21. “Try not to ruin the sheets, I just cleaned them.”

22. “Why is your dick out?”

23. “Boobies!”

24. “I think the condom broke.”

Oh, baby by @grounderxbellamy (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

25. “Cute underwear.”