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It’s a Deal (Chapter 12)

Chapter Summary: Bucky romances the shit out of you. In his own way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.4k

Warnings: drinking, cursing, old friends partying together, smut, semi-public sex, oral sex (f), face fucking.

A/N: I shouldn’t tease you guys as much as I do when I respond the comments, lol! Thank you so much for all the feedback, btw. Be nice to Bucky, he’s never been in love before. Thank you, @lesqui, for sparing me some time even when you have so much in your plate. Love you. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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*no Alpine in this particular chapter, but the art is just too amazing and fitting for the two of them in this story not to seize the opportunity to use it when the talented @muffinshark gave me permission.

The sour taste of lemon eases down the burn in your throat after the second shot of tequila of the night. Laughs and chattering sounds mingle with the beats around you in the dark place.

“So, how’s single life treating you, Y/n?” Brianna asks raising her voice to be heard, making the attention of your other friends, Maddie and Taylor, turn to you as well with expectant looks on their faces while the four of you stands around a tall and stylish table.

Since they all wanted to dance, you ended up choosing a restaurant that turned into a club later in the night. The place is a bit too fancy for your taste, but the music is good, as well as the drinks and the company.

At college, they were your little gang, but with time, as your relationship with Eddie became more and more serious, the group ended up drifting apart, shrinking the relationship into occasional text messages and even more rare encounters. Maddie is the exception, since her fiancée, David, is friends with Eddie, which led to the four of you keep hanging out as couples.

You feel guilty and stupid for letting them aside, because you missed this, so much. And so did they, for when you called them, they were all on board to start seeing each other more.

“Pretty good, actually,” you answer, taking a sip of your bottle of water. You don’t mind getting a bit tipsy that night, but you need to get an uber by yourself back home and you definitely don’t want it to escalate to you ending up drunk on a stranger’s car, “I mean, I’ve been seeing you guys more often, I’ve been reading a lot, watching all my favorite films-”

“Don’t you miss banging?” Brianna asks, frowning at you.

“Bri,” Taylor scolds, but turns her focus on you, anyway, waiting for an answer, as does Maddie.

You clear your throat, making some time before answering. You haven’t told them about Bucky… you’re not even sure why, but you suspect that it’s just because you don’t know exactly how to define him in your life. For a reason you still don’t have clear in your mind, you can’t just refer to him as a guy you had a deal with to bang, “Ahm… I’m not focusing on that right now.” You shrug, not telling a complete lie.

“Ugh, girl, you should,” Brianna grimaces, “I mean… we all know Eddie was your first and only,” She huffs, “Now that you’re out there in the world, there’s so much you could explore. I mean… so much.” She smirks.

“You better hurry up, though,” Maddie says, gulping down some water, “Eddie is determined to get back with you, he’s been talking to David a lot about it and, I mean, he proposed and all.”

The grimace on Brianna’s face twists hard, while Taylor smiles sympathetically at you.

“I know…” You sigh, looking down for a second, “I just don’t know how I feel about it.”

“You know what? It was about time that relationship of yours with Eddie to be over-“

“Alright, alright,” Taylor, ever the peacemaker intervenes, shooting a warning look at Brianna, who stays quiet but doesn’t seem too happy about it, “Enough about exes and fiancées.” Taylor looks past your shoulders and nods, just when a small smirk curls up her lips, “Look at that guy right there… a damn greek God, he would be perfect for you to explore, like Bri said.”

You chuckle lightly, not really getting as excited as you are expected to be.

While Maddie stands on her toes to look for the guy, you spot when Brianna’s face light up right before she shrieks, “Holy shit, that’s not just some hot guy, that’s The Winter Fucking Soldier.”

The air catches in your throat as your eyes widen, “Bucky?” You swiftly turn towards the direction they’re looking at. And there’s the man himself. Sipping from a glass of whiskey while listening to what one of the two girls he’s talking to is saying. Before there’s a chance of his gaze lock with yours, your face snaps forward again.

You ignore Brianna squinting at you, and bring your bottle of water to your suddenly dry lips. Seeing him there made you, all of a sudden, a nervous teenager who spots a crush at a party. You do need to figure out your damn feelings soon…

“Oh, yeah…” Maddie says, realization running over her face, “That’s him. Damn he looks good… Y/N, oh my God, do you often come across him at work?” She asks, excited curiosity on her voice.

“Sometimes, yeah…” you mumble, biting your lip, still a bit shook by his presence. Could it be just a coincidence? You remember telling him you were going out, but you don’t remember telling him where you would be…

“You’re so lucky to work there,” Taylor sighs while your mind runs at full speed, “The Avengers… holy shit, why are they all so hot? That Falcon dude…”

“What about Captain America? That ass…” Maddie says, with a dreamy tone, “And Thor… Tony Stark…the damn Hulk...”

“Bucky?” Brianna finally speaks, squinting harder at you and interrupting Maddie while she went over all the Avengers names and hotness, “Bucky? When did you two get so intimate… and why are you so flustered to see him here?” She tips her chin and waves all over you. Her eyes go bigger before she smirks, “You sneaky little I’m not focusing on sex right now bitch, you’ve been fucking him, haven’t you? You’ve been boning the Winter Soldier.”

You’re sure you look like a deer caught in headlights, because Maddie and Taylor gaping expressions now match Brianna’s. Seeing no point or really no good reason to hide the blatant truth from your friends, you allow you initial fluster to mold into a smirks, “A lot of fucking, actually,” you admit.

After the squeaky reaction, you tell them all about the deal you had with Bucky, just leaving out the part when he confessed his feelings. That’s still a sensitive topic to you and you’re not sure how much Bucky would be ok with having such an intimate situation exposed. The sex bits, though? You’re pretty sure he wouldn’t mind whatsoever.

“Oh my god,” Taylor gasps when you’re done, “I’m gonna need another shot after that.” She fans herself before calling for a waiter.

“Make it four, we’re all pretty thirsty now,” Brianna wiggles her eyebrows at you, “Holy shit, and here I was thinking our girl was moping around and drying out from the inside of that vagina out.” She scoffs to herself, ”You go, you glorious bitch.” She reaches out for a discreet high five under the table, to which you quickly respond with a laugh.

“Ahm, guys…” Maddie calls, frowning at the screen of her phone after looking up with an apologetic expression, “David just texted me. He and Eddie are at the door to come in.” She cringes.

“Oh…” You frown at the news.

“Shit…” Brianna laughs, while the waiter arrives with the trail of shots Taylor had ordered, “This sure is going to be an interesting night.” She catches two glasses from the trail, handing one directly to you.

“Maddie, did you tell David to come? Of course he would bring Eddie…” Taylor tilts her head in a chastising way while the waiter places the other two shots on the table.

“I didn’t know,” Maddie looks helpless, before turning to you, “Y/N, I swear… I can call David and tell them to go somewhere else, he will understand-“

“Shh,” you wave and shake your head at her dismissively, “Don’t worry, Mads, it’s fine.” You soothe her, “But my plans of going home sober have just gone down the drain.” You shrug, right before turning down your shot.

Grimacing at the sower taste, you glance behind your shoulder. You don’t spot Bucky there, anymore. You doubt he has left the place, but you catch yourself wishing that was the case. Eddie being there doesn’t bother you as much as the possibility of Bucky thinking you had made plans with your ex.

Damn… you really need to put your feelings in check.

“Alright,” Brianna turns down her shot and claps her hands, “Come on, let’s dance, we can fix ourselves another shot in our way,” she decides, pulling you by the hand, to which you offer no resistance.

You have no idea what Eddie or Bucky are doing there and of course it puts you off a bit, since you weren’t expecting an encounter with the two of them that night… but you know one thing, you came here to have fun and you might as well do exactly that.

While Taylor and Maddie choose to stay by the table, you and Brianna go to the dance floor. There’s a lot of dancing, drinking and laughs… so much laughing. The DJ puts on a playlist from your college decade and you two go wild with that.

“I need some water, be right back,” Brianna pants in your ear at some point, and you just nod, too involved in the music to stop dancing. This is one of the perks of staying single. You discovered a lot about you and just how much you enjoy dancing was something you’ve never been aware of yourself before.

A few minutes pass after Brianna left and you keep swaying to the music until you feel a pair of arms around your waist. A smile pops in your lips as an instant flashback surges in your mind: the first time you went out with Bucky… met his friends… danced with them until he came to get you… circling his arms around you just like that.

Chuckling, you turn around but the smiling face your gaze meets is not the one you saw back then.

It’s Eddie.

“Hi,” he greets, keeping his hands on your waist.

You sure hope the disappointment isn’t etched on your face when you greet him back with a weak but friendly enough hello. You take a step back, unraveling yourself from his hands.

“Ahm…” He clears his throat, letting his arms fall to each side of him, “I saw you dancing when I came in.” He smiles, tilting his face closer to you and speaking loudly so you can hear him, “You looked beautiful…”

At the compliment your eyes shift to the floor and, not really sure how to respond, you just let out a small and breathy laugh.

“I hope you don’t mind me being here, David called me and I… I’m not gonna lie, I really wanted to see you.” He leans even closer.

“Eddie…” you sigh, taking another step back as your eyes, almost involuntarily, roams around, trying to spot if anyone is watching you. And by anyone, your mind means Bucky. You find him. He’s up there in one of the mezzanines, engaged on a conversation with a group of people. You’re not even sure he’s seen you there. He’s not looking at you and he hasn’t come to say hello…

“Ahm,” Eddie brushes the back of his neck and your attention is on him again. He presses his lips in a tight smile before speaking again, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen the girls, I’m gonna go say hello and grab something to drink.” He nods towards the direction of the table you were with your friends before.

“Oh, ok, ahm, I’ll go with you,” you say and his whole face light up, “I need something to drink, too.”

He nods with a smile and gestures for you to lead the way.

Despite some initial wariness of Eddie’s presence among the girls, the night plays out pretty smoothly, actually. The little group you’re a part of engages in a jovial and light conversation. It seems like college all over again and it’s so much fun. You like that. Every once in a while, your gaze meets Eddie’s and, for that split of moment, it seems like nothing’s changed, but at the same time, it’s all different. Going out with your friends and having so much fun with Eddie at your side weren’t something that was a part of your relationship. But you could get used to that…

At the same time… more often than you dare to acknowledge, your gaze navigates unbidden to search for Bucky, to see what he’s doing, to check if he’s looking at you, to see if he’s still there or maybe has left… with someone else… Every single time your eyes find him, but not once he looks at you.

It makes you feel some kind of way… some longing kind of feeling.

When the shots and the water become a bit much, you excuse yourself to the ladies room, to where Taylor goes with you.

“So… it seems like you’re dealing pretty well with Eddie being here, huh?” she says, looking at you through the mirror while you both fix your lipsticks by the sink.

“Yeah…” you frown and shrug, “I’m kinda surprised to be honest. We almost never did this while we were together. I thought he didn’t like it, but maybe it was just us being too accommodated into a routine, I guess…” You look to your lips and resume to apply your lipstick.

“Yeah…” she closes her lipstick and places back in her purse, “Or he’s just making an effort to win you back…”

You sigh, watching her through the mirror, “Maybe… I don’t know…”

“What about…” she looks around the bathroom, there’s only a couple of other girls, but Taylor has always been the more discreet one, “the other guy? What’s really there? The way you talked about him, the way you looked at him… it didn’t seem like just sex to me…”

Oh… the million-dollar question. You put your lipstick away and turn to face her, “I don’t know…” You lick your lips after letting out an exhale, “He did tell me he was feeling something more,” you admit.

“Ah… I see…” She smirks. “What about you, huh?” She pulls you away from the countertop and to a small lounge area there in the restroom.

“I don’t know.” You shake your head, while a small smile curls your lip, “I mean…he’s… incredible… such a free spirit…” You grin wider as you think of him, “I had never met anyone like him before. I guess it’s impossible not to end up feeling something, but…” Your smile falters a bit, “I’m not sure how much he would be up to everything else, all the drama, I mean, that comes with a relationship… with experiencing a feeling deeper than just… sex.” You shrug and look down, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I see… but… Can I tell you something?” She asks, tilting her head.

You look up at her, nodding for her to continue.

“Don’t get me wrong but, I feel like maybe you’re feeling and thinking that way because in your relationship with Eddie, you’ve learned that love, freedom, fun… all of that couldn’t work together and… I’m not sure that’s the rule of every relationship, though. It can be light, fun, meaningful and still be a committed relationship. It sure seems like you enjoy yourself with Bucky, and that’s what really matters in the end, right? They way you feel about yourself when you’re with someone?”

You just ponder her words for a second. You’ve been thinking about it a lot… the time you spent together makes you wonder how a relationship with Bucky would play out and… it makes your heart so light and hopeful… But it doesn’t mean that it wouldn’t lead to hurt or even that you have your feelings all figured out, yet.

“Anyway…” You shake your head, “He didn’t even look at me tonight, so…maybe it was really just an infatuation all along…” You run your tongue inside your lips, trying to suppress the heaviness suddenly in your chest, “Come on, let’s not spend the night in here.” You chuckle, nodding and walking towards the way out as Taylor just eyes you but follows you nevertheless.

The sight you come across as soon as you step out of the restroom makes you stop on your track.

He’s leaning by the wall of the alleyway, both hands behind his back, one leg folded up, his foot pressed against the wall. Dark grey t-shirt and blue jeans. Short fluffy hair in a combed back style. Perfect enough to grab… just how he likes it. Plump lips shadowed by a light scruff and soft blue eyes trained on you.

Damn… He takes your breath away.

“Ahm, ok… yeah…gotta go, see you, later, Y/N.” Taylor says and swiftly leaves the scene.

All the while, you just don’t seem to be able to move your gaze away from him. When you spot the smile starting to curl his lips, you feel the tug on yours, too. And there you are, looking and smile at each other… the sounds of music and chattering muffled by the big door that separates the bathrooms area from the rest of the club.

Without uttering a word or parting his eyes from yours, Bucky extends a hand to you. An invitation…

Your gaze drops to the tempting hand, and then you glance at the door to the club. In your chest, your heart beats fast and almost louder than the music, like it’s making you notice it, telling you loudly and clearly you what it wants. When you look back at him, you have your lower lip pressed between your teeth and you step closer.

Your hands barely touch before he gently envelops yours in his. As the heat of his skin covers yours, his smile widens at you and he moves away from the wall he’s been leaning onto, moving towards the opposite direction of the music, leading you with him by his hand.

You hadn’t even seen the small black door by the end of the hallway, but he opens it and you follow him. Walking behind him, never letting go of his hand, he walks you through what seems like a storage room, until you find another door that leads you to a flight of stairs. Your breathing increases and you gulp down as you climb up the stairs with him. No questions. There’s no need.

When you get to the end of the steps, he stops in front of a two-leaf door and lets go of your hand to open it. He turns to you and, with that sweet smile of his, gestures for you step to the other side.

You breathe in the fresh outside air and step into what seems like a roof deck in construction. The sound of the door shutting behind catches your attention before you feel his heat on your back and his arms around your waist.

You lean back and your eyes flutter shut once he breathes in through your hair, making your arms go slack. Shit … you really missed him.

“It’s going to be pretty when it’s done, don’t you think?” He talks to you for the first time that night. His voice comes out in a low and raspy sound while the warmth of his breath covers your neck. Your thighs clench against one another, “I had a survey around the area once I got here and found this place. I thought it was perfect...” He whispers, tightening the hold on you.

You just let out a hum in response… The faded beats of music sound distant from where you are, but his hips start swaying, leading you with his rhythm... You sigh as a small smile pops on your lips when you cover his hands on your waist with yours.

“How’s your night so far, huh, having fun?” His low voice vibrates through the skin of your neck.

“Lots of it,” you let out a long exhale, leaning further against him.

“That’s good.” A faint of a kiss lays on your shoulder. “I saw you having fun down there with your friends…” He keeps the slow sway of his hips with yours, “So sexy, and beautiful,” he praises, and you lick your lips, “I hope you don’t mind me crashing in.”

A sharp gasp leaves your lips once he turns you around in his arms and you catch yourself by circling yours around his neck.

The intensity in his eyes is almost unbearable in a delicious way and his gaze roams around your face, carefully scrutinizing every single detail. With a will of its own, your lips part when your eyes drop to his, and next thing you see, you’re caged between him and the nearest wall.

He doesn’t relent to the silent plea in your parted lips and eyes focuses on his lips and, instead of locking them with yours like you can’t for a second deny that you want, he drags them over the bare skin of your neck up to your jaw.

“I thought that maybe I could add a little something to your night,” he whispers right above your pulsing point before his tongue darts to lick the skin there.

A wanton moan escapes you at the feeling… the sweet feeling of having him so close to you again. This time you spent apart from him… not for a second you forgot about the effect he has on your body… on you… and there he is again, turning you into putty under his touch.

“You look so sexy in this dress,” he continues and, without parting his lips from your neck, his hand skims up your bare thigh towards the hem of your dress, “Made me eager for a taste…” He whispers into your ears, turning your senses into a blurry fog when he drops on his knees in front of you.

His both hands continue their ascend on your thigh and underneath your dress when a stubborn reasonable thought slips through the cloud of your senses.

“Bucky…” You pant, looking down at him, “I don’t…”

His hands stop right before they get to your underwear, “You don’t want it?” He asks, staring up at you.

“No…I do...” you admit, completely unable to lie to him while you run a hand over your face, “Fuck, I do... I just…” You sigh, trying to organize your thoughts and words, “You said you’re…” You let out another frustrated breath by not being able to be straightforward with what you’re saying. He’s said he’s in love with you. You still don’t have a clear picture of your feelings, you’re afraid that if you go further with this, you might end up hurting him, which you absolutely do not want, “I’m still…” You shake your head, “I don’t wanna complicate things…”

“Shhhh,” he soothes, placing a long kiss on your thigh and then the other, which makes butterflies fly in your belly, before he looks up at you again, with a smile on his lips, “Don’t you worry, sweetheart… I told you before…” He brushes his hand lightly up and down your thighs, “I’m a grown ass man, I can handle my feelings…” He licks his lips and takes a piercing bite on his lower one, before aiming you a devilish dark gaze, “A grown ass man who wants a taste of that sweet pussy of yours... It’s just a taste. I missed it so bad…” he pleads, nuzzling into your mound through the fabric of your dress.

“Fuck…” your head falls back into the wall. If this is going to complicate things… you’re both adults who can deal with complications… right? You’re not that sure. All you’re sure about is the aching throb in your clit and your hands moving to lift up your dress.

Taking it as the yes that he needs, Bucky wastes no time, hastily helping you pull up the skirt of your dress up your waist. He swiftly drags the base of your underwear aside and digs in with an open mouth.

At the sensation of his wet and warm tongue on you again, shivers run up your skin to your nipples and your face contorts in a silent cry. Your hands close into tight fists, bunching tightly the fabric of your dress.

He hooks a hand under your leg and places it over his shoulder, opening you up to him and you gasp, sneaking your fingers on his hair. He laps at your clit with a furious desire that makes your thoughts faint and your eyes shut, focusing your mind solely on the delicious mouth on you and how it brings an inferno upon your core and skin. The kind of feeling that only him can bring you, making you moan like that and kicking the air out of your lungs.

Bucky lets out a hum that vibrates all through your core and your eyes snap down to see his face shoved deep into your pussy, back and forward, while he grabs your ass and presses you harder against him. It’s like he’s desperate to taste you, to feel you, to have you all over him… and, damn… that makes you feel hotter and sexier than ever.

“Fuck,” you whisper under a heavy breath and grabs his hair harder.

That’s when he moves away and rests his cheek on your thigh, seeming on a fight for air himself while his stare remains on your exposed sex right in front of him, “Damn you taste perfect,” he pants before turning his face to grab the soft flesh of your inner thigh in a piercing but delicious bite that makes you yelp, “So good,” he breathes again, before flattening his tongue and licking a long stripe of your pussy.

“Bucky…” you whisper, letting your head fall back while your knees shake.

“Fucking perfect,” he moves to bite your other thigh sharply, which draws out a breathy and delighted laugh out of that dies shortly in a gasp when his tongue comes back to lick your pussy with renewed hunger.

You breathe erratically and stars appear behind your lids, shut in a dreamy state while he devours you out. He doesn’t use his fingers… only his mouth is enough to bring you to a little paradise in a roof deck under construction in the middle of the city.

Your face snaps down at him with a glare once you can’t feel the wet and soft touch of his lips anymore. But the plea that comes out of his lips in a low and seductive tone makes it all worth it.

“Fuck my face, sweetheart…”

“What?” Your eyes widen a bit, in sheer disbelief, but with a hint of eagerness speeding up your breathing even more.

“Fuck my face,” he repeats, brushing his nose on your mound before laying a kiss on the spot, “You wanna come on my mouth don’t you? I want you to come all over my face, sweetheart, please...”

Fucking please? Does he really think he needs to beg you for that, “Oh…Yes, fuck yeah, I do.” Your voice comes out almost in a grunt.

He smirks and groans in response before digging in again and pushing your hard against his face. Propped by a frenzy that rushes up your whole body, you do exactly what he asked of you. Positioning your hands on the back of his head you grind your pussy harshly up and down against him, feeling all of his beautiful face against your dripping and sensitive flesh.

His growing beard rasps against your thighs and it only makes the sensations even more intense. You can’t hold your loud moans back, that mixes up with his muffled groans, while you properly fucks his face. It’s all too much and it’s not long before you let out a strangled cry and your whole body shivers in a potent climax while you come all over his mouth and face, just like he asked.

Bucky tightens the hold on your thigh and ass, grounding you on your spot at the same time he peppers soft kisses on your mound, thighs, pussy… Your body spasms at the feeling and the aftershocks of your pleasure, until you can’t take it anymore and gathers the strength to grab his collar and pull him up to you.

As soon as his face – glistening in your pleasure- levels yours, you steal his lips in a furious kiss. His taste is all yourself and, fuck, it drives you wild. You reach a hand down and cups his cock, moaning at feeling it hard and throbbing against your hand through his pants.

When you start gently palming it up and down, he grabs your pulse with his metal hand, stopping your moves.

Parting your lips from him, you frown, to which he answers smiling and bringing your hand to his lips, to place a kiss on it before lacing his fingers with yours and trapping your joined hands between your chests. The gesture itself is enough to make your face soften while you take in a deep breath.

“I’m gonna go home now,” he says, leisurely wiping his face with the back of his flash hand.

The frown comes back to your face, “Huh?”

He chuckles, having his face delightfully close to yours, “I’m not here to disturb you night, sweetheart. You go back and have fun with your friends, they seem great,” he brings his lips to your forehead, “You look so sexy in this dress,” he speaks with his lips on your skin, while your hands are still linked between the two of you. His flesh one, he dips beneath the hem of your dress that now has fallen over your thighs again.

You’re suddenly out of breath one more time and can’t part your eyes from him, completely in lack of words.

As for him, he skims up your thigh and leans back to look down at his hand, “You go show this whole club how beautiful and hot you are. Dance with somebody,” he suggests, nonchalantly, like he’s not just now hooking a finger under the base of your underwear that he had pushed aside, to put it back in place and cover you up.

You watch, completely entranced, while he brings his finger to his nose, his eyes fluttering shut as he sniffs and hums, before his dark blue gaze is on yours again, “Let them know how good you smell… how perfect you are.”

A strangled noise comes out of you.

He chuckles, and cups the side of your neck, placing another kiss on your forehead, “I’m getting down first, and don’t worry. I know how to be invisible… don’t wanna bring any kind of drama to your night,” he says with no sign of bitterness or anything like that on his tone.

He doesn’t mention Eddie, but you swallow dry because you know he has him in mind when he mentions “drama”.

With a smirk on his face, he winks, before locking his lips on yours in a chaste but intense kiss. Too soon he parts away, walking through the same door you two hat gotten there by, leaving you completely speechless and wrecked behind.

~~~

When you were finally out of your daze and deciding that only tomorrow you would think of the many possible consequences to what had just happened, you managed to climb down the stairs and, after a quick stopped by the bathroom to put yourself as together as one could be at that situation, you walk your stubbornly wobbly legs towards the table with your friends again.

“Where the hell were you?” Once she spots you, Maddie shouts, with no control on the volume of her voice, looking quite a bit drunk with a margarita in hands, no sign of David or Eddie around the table.

“Ahm,” you risk a glance at Taylor, who avoids looking at you and focuses on sucking her own drink from the straw, “I saw a friend from work, I went to say hello.” You clear your throat.

“Don’t you bullshit us, bitch.�� This time Brianna shouts, stepping forward and pushing you on the shoulder, making you almost fall ass-first to the floor if Maddie hadn’t helped you out by grabbing your arm. “Look at you. You look thoroughly fucked. Literally.” She starts laughing loudly, as the others follow.

“Shhhh,” you shush them, holding back your own laugh, “Holy shitballs, you guys. The whole club doesn’t need to know.”

The three of them start a drunken mess of applause, cheers and shrieks at your little slip. You’re too involved with them to notice that a particular pair of ears isn’t really that far from the table and hears the whole interaction.

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To be continued...

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Don't be late - Levi x reader

Hey!! So I had this in my drafts for a while and finally decided I'd continue with it.. Happy reading❤️

Warnings :- none xd.

Y/n's pov

Waking upto the sound of my alarm I groaned; mindlessly patting the air to turn it off. Stretching my arms and legs, with eyes half closed I looked back at my clock. Still trying to adjust to the lighting, my eyes widened when the display cleared up.

7.54 a.m

Screaming I jumped off my bed.

Now.. imagine a human, spinning like a hurricane and circling a room? Yeah that's an actual representation of what I looked right now.

Normally, I'd not wake up this late. But today.. today was different. Let's just say I had a long night talking with my best friend, which ended up with me sleeping in really late and well here I am now. Besides who could reject a call from their best friend am I right?

Dashing out of my house (reader locked the doors, yes she did) I shot down the streets. Thanking the heavens that I was able to run this fast; then again, that also had it's downsides. I managed to avoid running face first into a lamppost but in the midst of dodging that, I ran into something else.

Huh.. not that hard for a lamppost..

Stumbling backwards and losing my balance, I met with the cold ground. I groaned as I thought of how my day could get any worse.

"Tch. Watch we're your going," a male voice spoke.

Standing up slowly I dusted my clothes mumbling a string of apologies, "I'm sorry I was running late an-"

My breath hitched as I locked eyes with the man in front of me; steel gray orbs glaring daggers at me. He was clad in a black suit, jet black hair slightly toussled and he wore a crav- wait-

That's when I noticed how I was a few inches taller than him. It took every ounce of energy within me to hold back my laughter; no height idealogies but with that stoic expression and this height, he looked absolutely adorable.

I was broken out of my thoughts when he scoffed; I had been staring.

I shifted uncomfortably as he continued to keep his piercing gaze on me.

"Are you going to move?" voice laced with annoyance.

I raised an eyebrow at his words, what does he mean? He had all the time and space to-

"You're blocking the door," I turned around and realised that I was indeed blocking his way.

"S-sorry," I mumbled shuffling to the side.

His expression remained stoic as ever even as he got ready to walk away but he stopped abruptly. I watched as he bent down and picked something.

"You dropped this," he turned around holding out a book. I gasped recognising the cover, "oh my- thank you."

"Don't mention it brat," I reached out to take the book from him all the whole giving him a look of disbelief.

"Hey you can't call me that.. and yes I should mention it, because my friend would have thrown a tantrum had I lost her book," suddenly realisation struck me and my eyes nearly fell out their sockets.

WHAT WAS I DOING?! I was wasting time, that's what I was doing!!

So I ran, without a word I turned around and ran, leaving behind a very confused man.

Levi's pov

Next thing I know, she ran.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but decided to brush it off; only then did I notice the book in my hands.

Tch that brat, how could she be so forgetful?

Sighing I contemplated going after her or hoping that I'd see her sometime later so I could return it. I went with the second seeing that she was already long gone.

*time skip brought to you by the fidget spinnerrrrr*

There I was in the local tea shop sipping on my usual cup of tea.

What I loved about this place was how calming it was, not too crowded, the fresh smell of tea and coffee filling the air, making me feel at ease, but not today. Today was different.

My gaze kept shifting between the book I was reading and the book that belonged to the girl from before.

I had gone with the second option of hoping I'd see her again or that I'd find any details in the book, but to my luck I found nothing of the sort.

How was I supposed to return this thing? I can't just leave it can I?

I sighed running a hand through my hair, "shit."

The sound of the little bell filled through the air signaling either someone's entrance or departure. Not wanting to look I kept my eyes locked on my book.

Suddenly there was a voice, an all too familiar one which broke me out of my own world. I glanced up from my book and caught sight of a very familiar face.

Hanje.

By her side stood two other girls, engaging in a conversation with her. The bell filled the air again, and in came a girl with (h/c) locks.

My eyes widened, was that her?

I hadn't seen her face yet but sure enough it had to be her, she had the same hair length and wore the same attire from before.

Once again I debated with myself, should I just go upto her and give her it? Maybe I should just wait till she sees me..

She turned around and sat a few tables away from me, still she hadn't noticed. Her two friends and Hanje had disappeared off to somewhere.

This is my chance

Y/n's pov

I couldn't help but sigh in frustration, how could I have been so forgetful? He literally held the book in front of me and I left without it.

My mind was mangled with the same image of him holding out the book to me repeating over and over. Then it stopped, it stopped right on his face and I felt the heat rush up to my cheeks.

What was I thinking? I mean he's a complete stranger, who also not to mention, called me a brat, I shouldn't be so flustered. As if on cue, the book came back into my mind and I rolled my eyes at my own forgetfulness.

It was right there.

I kept my gaze locked on the table, too stuck in my own self-pity to notice the person that stood right in front of me. Then there was a book pushed into my line of sight.

Great, now you're hallucinating y/n.

There was a clear of throat and I snapped my head up. Wait I wasn't imagining it-

For the second time that day, I locked eyes with him.

"You forgot this."

I stood up immediately causing the chair to scrape against the floor. The man visibly cringed at the sound and I began to stammer upon my words.

"Y-YOU! My b-book! How? How did you- no no wait- thank you so much!"

Placing the book on the table I turned to him and took his hands in mine, "you're a life saver I tell you!!"

He only stood there in shock; although I wasn't sure if I was seeing things, his cheeks were tinted a faint pink.

"Don't mention it," with that he returned to his stoic expression.

The air around us was beginning to get awkward with none of us moving or saying a word.

Finally deciding to break the silence I cleared my throat, "I-I'm y/n.. what's your name?"

"Levi."

I coughed awkwardly at his blunt reply, the sound of my heart thumping suddenly filling my ears.

"We're back! Y/n-" relief washed over me at the return of my friends but that relief disappeared just as fast as it came.

They stood there eyes wide and mouths agape.

I felt a tug at my hands and that's when I noticed how I still had Levi's hands intertwined with mine. Gasping I slipped my hands out of his and moved away slowly.

"Y/n? You didn't tell us you had a boyfriend.." I widened my eyes at this and waved my hands frantically in their awe struck faces, "what noo!! He-he's just-"

What was I supposed to call him? We just met, so I couldn't call him a friend. At my loss of words my friends smirked mischievously.

Then a loud voice boomed through the shop causing a few heads to turn in our direction, "LEVI?!!!! SHORTY IS THAT REALLY YOU?!"

Hanje knew him?

Levi scoffed at her in response.

"Oh my gosh! Well isn't this a big coincidence, are you really dating little y/n here? Why didn't you tell meeee?!" she poked Levi's cheeks repeatedly.

"Tch, keep it down four eyes and no, we're just friends," Levi grunted swatting her hands away. I choked on my own spit and glanced at him immediately.

He gave me a look and I instantly nodded my head in agreement, "yeah, we're friends.." I tried to bite back the smile that crawled up my face at his words.

My friends shrugged and made their way back to sit down. Meanwhile, Hanje nudged at me curious to know why I hadn't told her I knew Levi.

"Well you see-"

"We met today," Levi cut me off.

Hanje let out a hearty laugh and patted my back, "well isn't that nice! Now y/n, shorty here can be a little bit of a grumpy man sometimes so I must warn you, but overall he's an absolute bab-"

"Oi that's more than enough four eyes," Levi hissed and Hanje laughed in reply.

She moved her glasses to a side to wipe away her fake tears and continued, "but y/n here is an angel, so shorty you better not treat her wrong or I don't think I would even need to come when she unleashes her inner bea-"

"HANJE," I whined tugging at her arm in attempt to stop her. She grinned in response and pinched my cheeks, "well I'm going to go make our orders okay? I'll see you later Shorty!" with that she ran off to the counter.

"Thank you for that Levi," I smiled to which he only replied with a grunt.

"You thanked me enough for today brat."

I rolled my eyes at the nickname, "I told you not to call me that."

"Tch," with that he walked back to his table not sparing a second glance.

Levi's pov

Snap out of it Levi, you've done your job now read in peace.

I stared at my book finding myself reading the same sentence over and over. Glancing up from my book a little I'm met with the not so subtle looks of y/n's friends.

Why were they looking at me like that? I noticed how Hanje had a smug grin on her face and I rolled my eyes.

What was she smiling about?

My gaze shifted towards y/n who was listening intently to one of the girls. Suddenly the room felt too hot to my liking and I reached for my cravat, loosening it a bit. My breathing increased a little as her (e/c) eyes met mine.

She gave me a warm smile to which I felt my gaze automatically begin to soften.

What's wrong with me? Snap out of it Levi.

Soon enough I heard them get up.

Don't look.

But I couldn't help it.

Eyeing them as subtly as possible I realised they were going to leave as they picked their things up. I tore my gaze off and returned back to my book with a sigh.

Y/n's pov

"Say do you like Levi?"

I choked on nothing but air, "Hanje! What? Noo! I just met him and that would just be wierd-"

"Oh so you're saying you'd like him in time?"

"No wait what? I mean I-" I couldn't find the words to reply to her and seeing this she took the opportunity to give me a proud smile.

"Guys, we should leave.." Riley spoke up as she looked out the window.

"What why?" Hanje frowned.

"It's going to rain and it's a little bit of a walk back to y/n's place right?"

I hummed in agreement seeing as the sky was getting gloomy by the second. Everyone got up and gathered their things and headed for the door.

I stood up last and just as I was about to leave I heard a voice call out for me.

"Oi, are you really going to leave it again?" I saw Levi walking upto me.

"Huh? Leave what?"

He pointed at the table and I noticed a book on it, but not the same one. This one belonged to Hange.

"Oh that's Hanje's she must have forgotten it," I reached out for the book and simultaneously, he did the same.

I pulled my hand away as soon as it landed on his, but he swiftly took my hand in his. With the other he rummaged through his pocket and stuffed a piece of paper in my hand.

"What's this?"

"See for yourself."

I unfolded the paper slowly and when I did, I swear my heart skipped a beat. I tried my best to swallow the lump in my throat, and force some words out.

"W-what is this?"

"Tch. What do you think?"

"I-"

"You what?"

"I-yes.."

For the first time that day, I saw the corner of his lips curl into a small smile. It was a smile that lasted only for a few seconds alright, but it was enough to make my heart flutter.

"I'll see you later brat.." he walked past me towards the counter but not before calling out for me once more.

"Oh and y/n?" he looked at me over his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Don't be late," he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

I shook my head with a quiet laugh glancing down at the paper in my hands;

Tomorrow noon, here. For tea? - Levi

Hope you all enjoyed❤️ stay safe and keep smiling..

Ps :- I can't wait for Season 4 part 2!!! 😭❤️ So excited to see all of them again, though we really are in for a lot🥺💕

⚔️Shinzou wo sasageyo⚔️

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intensity | myg

⇥ pairing: yoongi x reader ⇥ genre: angst, smut, fluff, established relationship ⇥ summary: this is a sequel to intimidation. in which yoongi is intense in every facet of their relationship, except one… and the reader is on a mission to find out why. ⇥ word count: 3.9k ⇥ warnings: nc17, cursing, dirty talk, general chaos, dom!yoongi with a side of switch, sub!reader with a side of switch, rough smut [oral (f receiving), light choking, spanking, breast worship, slight marking, slight ownership kink, unprotected sex (wrap it, folx, please), mentions of threesomes]

⇥ dedication: @shadowsremedy heaaaath bby! i hope you like this! i think it might be terrible, but plz enjoy anyway sdfsdhbakj

⇥ prequel: intimidation

Six months into dating Min Yoongi and you were so fucking whipped for him that you might just say the dreaded “L” word.

Was it too soon to know? The majority of your friends sure thought so - Nia being the exception.

(“Wife him up, girl!”)

The majority of your friends also thought that Yoongi never outwardly showed how much he cared for you. But, you knew they just weren’t looking hard enough.

They weren’t looking at the way he linked his pinky with yours just to be connected to you. They weren’t looking at the way he always gave you his full and undivided attention no matter how trivial of a story you told. They weren’t looking at the way he flushed a light shade of pink whenever you complimented his music.

But you were looking. God, you were looking so hard you feared you might just melt under the intensity that was Min Yoongi.

Everything about Yoongi was intense: his aura, his focus, his ambition.

Everything about dating Yoongi was even more intense: his devotion, his affection, his possessive nature.

Everything about him was intense… Everything except one thing.

Sex.

And you were baffled.

Yoongi treated you like a queen, albeit a fragile one. He fucked you like you might break under him. He fucked you softly, sweetly.

You weren’t saying that the sex wasn’t good. He always made sure that you came multiple times with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. But it just wasn’t enough. It was like he was holding part of himself back from you. And you just wanted to know why.

Were you not attractive enough to evoke such fervor? Was he not into it? Oh lord, did he think you sucked at sex? You could pull out some receipts that said otherwise.

And, yet, the absolute worst part of it all was the fact that Yoongi’s reputation for being a dominant lover preceded him. You heard it from your friends, you heard it from the twitter-verse, you heard it from his friends… fuck, you’d even heard it from your damn T.A.

And yet, all Yoongi gave you was sweet, sweet vanilla.

And all you wanted was some damn rocky road.

The tipping point came earlier that night when you had overheard Yoongi and his friends talking about you…

“Aren’t you bored, Yoongi? What do you even do together? Make flashcards?”

That was one fucking time, you had glared accusingly at the wooden door that separated you from where Yoongi and his friends had been congregated in his tiny dorm room. Your ears had strained to catch Yoongi’s muttered response through the cacophony of laughter and had failed miserably.

When you had planned to surprise your boyfriend after your night class had been cancelled, you’d never thought that you would end up being the one caught off guard.

You hadn’t initially meant to eavesdrop on their conversation, but his friends had just been so loud and your curiosity had just gotten the best of you.

“She’s such a goody-goody… I bet she doesn’t let you get rough.”

That time you had heard Yoongi’s answer: “I just don’t know if she could handle it… (y/n) is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I don’t want to mess it up if I blow her back out and break her.”

You had heard enough. Turning on your heel, you had marched back down the dimly lit hallway towards the stairwell.

“Couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t handle it?”

Now, you found yourself still seething hours later. Livid, but not without plans. You had already decided to take this matter into your own hands days earlier, but now your timeline had shifted. Oh, Min Yoongi would rue the day…

You smiled at your reflection in the mirror as you applied your blood red lipstick. Your phone long since silenced lit up for the umpteenth time that evening.

You were ignoring him. Was it petty? Yes. Was it strategic? Fuck yes.

You knew that Yoongi would be going to Seokjin’s birthday party tonight. The older boy had blackmailed Yoongi into going a few weeks ago by threatening to release an old demo that Yoongi had made in his early teens.

Suddenly, you were also going to make an appearance - a complete coincidence, of course.

Nia had convinced you that going with her to this party would drive Yoongi crazy, especially since you'd been ignoring him. But she also had an ulterior motive. Nia and Jimin had been hooking up on and off since you and Yoongi had gotten together; and, right now, they were very much in an 'on' phase.

You gave yourself one last glance over in the mirror and shrugged. The little black dress and heeled ankle boots would do. After all, it was really what was underneath that counted.

The new lingerie that you had impulse-ordered a few days ago after brainstorming ideas on how to make Yoongi lose his mind had arrived. The set that you settled on tonight might just achieve that goal - all black lace with garters and thigh highs.

It had put a nice dent in your wallet, but it would be well worth it if your boyfriend finally fucked you into next week.

Speaking of... your phone lit up yet again, this time with an incoming call. You were so tempted to pick up. Yoongi's voice was your favorite - all deep and raspy and teasing.

Your freshly manicured finger sent him to voicemail.

“(Y/n)!” Nia’s voice called from her bedroom adjacent to the bathroom you currently resided in, “Are you ready?”

“Yes, let’s do this.”

Fifteen minutes later, you walked through Jin’s front door. “Whoa,” Nia stopped short, making you bump into her.

“What?” You surveyed the crowded room. Then you spotted him. “Oh my god.”

Jin stood atop the coffee table wearing nothing but a pair of banana-printed shorts and a felt birthday cake hat. He was also dancing rather aggressively to “Birthday Cake” by Rihanna.

“Yah!” His attention suddenly fell on you and Nia, “Wel-come and put your name on it.”

You both gaped at the birthday boy who now was descending into a twerking fit while screaming the word ‘cake’ alongside Rihanna.

“Do you think it’s too late to turn back?” You whispered to Nia.

“He’s already seen us. We’re doomed,” Nia responded, her eyes still glued to Jin’s writhing form.

Laughing, you grabbed Nia’s wrist and tugged her towards the kitchen.

Suddenly, you felt eyes on you, on your body. You knew that Yoongi was here somewhere, and he’d seen you. It would be so easy to just go up to your boyfriend and smother him with kisses and affection like usual; but, that was not on the agenda. And so you forged forth without a backwards glance towards the living room where he must have been.

After fixing a drink and losing Nia quickly to Jimin, you were still steadfastly avoiding going back into the living room. Now, you were in a nice conversation with a boy named Jinyoung about the merits of being in Slytherin.

"Can I talk to you?" Yoongi pushed in between you and Jinyoung, effectively interrupting your rant over how Slytherin ambition can be used for good.

"Can it wait?" You spared your boyfriend a cursory glance before turning back to Jinyoung. Yoongi already looked thoroughly pissed off. Perfect. Suppressing a smile, you tried to reinstate your conversation with Jinyoung and pretend that Yoongi was not even there.

Yoongi let out a low growl before snapping, “No, it can't wait." He grabbed your hand and began to pull you down the narrow hallway. Your feigned protests fell on deaf ears as he continued to tug you along towards Jin's room. You waved in departure at an amused Jinyoung who just raised his glass in your direction.

Opening the door, Yoongi pushed you inside and slammed the door shut behind him. Crossing his arms across his chest, Yoongi pinned you with his stare. “Are you mad at me?" His question came with an accompanying head tilt and eyebrow raise.

“No. What makes you say that?” You reveled in the scoff he made in response.

Yoongi stalked towards where you stood at the foot of Jin’s bed. “You haven’t answered my texts or calls. You haven’t acknowledged me all night. You even walked right by me earlier in the living room, baby. So help me out, because I’m a little confused.”

“Join the club.”

“What was that?” His narrowed eyes spat fire in your direction. The words you had mumbled under your breath were obviously not as subtle as you thought.

“Nothing, baby.” You smiled innocently despite your boyfriend’s growing fury. “I just didn’t see you or your texts earlier.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched. “Bullshit.”

“Yoongi, drop it.”

“No, I won’t drop it, (y/n)! You’re obviously mad at something I did.”

“I’m not!”

“Oh my god. You’re fucking furious.”

“I’m not mad, okay? God, I am so tired of you parading around like you know every damn thing about me. Well, guess what: you don’t, Min Yoongi!”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows had practically disappeared under the fringe of his hair during your outburst. His eyes were comically wide as you continued.

“You think I’m so fucking breakable? Newsflash, buddy, I’ve been someone else’s sub before! But you wouldn’t know that, would you? You wouldn’t even know the first thing about what I like in bed. And you know why? Because you’ve never asked!”

Yoongi no longer looked shellshocked. No. Now, he just looked downright agitated. “Baby, calm down.”

This little shit right here…

“Oh no, you don’t get to tell me to calm down! Not when you’ve been going around telling everyone and their mother that you fuck me like I’m fragile. And, meanwhile, I’m over here being bombarded with people ranting and raving about how rough you are in bed! Well, if you’re so rough and ready then why the fuck am I still getting this sweet vanilla shit? Am I not attractive enough for you, is that it?”

“Kitten, I’d really advise you to stop talking.” The new nickname flew right over your head as you spared a glance in his direction and swallowed. His expression was thunderous. Too bad you were too far into your rant to turn back now.

“I must be really fucking boring to you if you won’t even consider spicing things up with me! Am I not pleasing enough for you to want your fucking mark on my body? Is that it? Or are you just tired of me in general?“

“You’re playing a very dangerous game here, (y/n)…” Yoongi cupped your chin in his hand tightly and drew your face up to his. You gulped. You had never seen your boyfriend look so angry, so punishing, so hot. He continued, “I’ve told you before that I’d give you anything if you just asked for it. So, I just want you to think about what you’re asking for here.”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. “I haven’t thought about anything else for fucking weeks! I even considered asking Sehyun for advice!”

“And who’s Sehyun?”

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You had not planned to mention your dominant ex-boyfriend as part of this conversation.

“(Y/n), I am going to ask you one more time… Who. Is. Sehyun?”

In your tiniest voice, you replied, “My ex who used to dom me.”

Yoongi hissed a breath in between his teeth. “So, you’re telling me that instead of coming to me with this, you thought about going to your fucking ex? Your old dom?”

This was not good. This was really not good.

“That’s not the point!”

“You’re right.” Yoongi suddenly sits on the edge of the bed and tugged me face down across his lap. “The point is that you’ve been bad. And bad girls get punished.”

It was honestly embarrassing how quickly you got wet after he uttered those words with you splayed out on top of him. Positioned like this, you felt vulnerable, totally at his mercy.

Yoongi rolled up the bottom of your dress. As you felt the cool air of the room brush your lace-covered ass and thighs, Yoongi sucked in a breath. You felt his gaze on you. “Kitten,” His voice came out deeper than you had ever heard it before, "Did you buy these for me?"

You shimmied your hips on his lap, craving any sort of friction. "Yes," you moaned as you felt Yoongi's fingers hook under one of your garters, before pulling and snapping it back onto the skin of your thigh. The accompanying sharp sting of pain only made you even more soaked - a fact that was not lost on Yoongi.

"You like that, don't you?" Yoongi repeats his actions on your other thigh before murmuring lowly, "Don't you, my little slut?"

You let out an involuntary moan at his filthy words, grinding into his dark jeans.

Smack. Yoongi slapped one of your cheeks, startling you with both the sound and the sting.

“I asked you a question.“ Yoongi's hand kneaded your ass, causing the prickling of pain to quickly turn to pleasure.

"I do! I do like it, daddy.” The title slipped out automatically, but judging by the way Yoongi's cock twitched underneath you, he didn't mind.

"Fuck yeah, kitten. Call me daddy.”

Yup, he really didn't mind.

"Now, I want you to count," Yoongi growled, hand squeezing you roughly before sliding your panties and thigh highs off to fully uncover your ass and thighs.

"Yes, daddy.” The anticipation, though brief, made your heart race.

"This is for ignoring my messages.”

Smack. "One."

“This one is for ignoring me in person.”

Smack. "T-two."

”This is for lying to me."

Smack. "Three."

"This is for thinking you're not attractive enough for me."

Smack. "Four."

"This is for even considering that I might find you boring."

Smack. "F-five."

“Look at you,” Yoongi’s fingers suddenly ceased their kneading and drifted to your drenched pussy, “You’re fucking soaked, and you’re only halfway though your punishment.” His finger slid inside you fleetingly before sliding back out. Your back arched in search of contact - something, anything.

“This is for not saying you wanted my mark sooner."

Smack. “Si-ix.”

“Actually, kitten, I’m going to give you two for that one.”

Smack. “Mm, seven.” The heat from his smacks was spreading from your ass to your pussy, settling low in your belly.

”This is for mentioning that prick Sehyun."

Smack. "You don't even know h-" Smack. Smack.

“E-eight!”

"This is for being a brat and not coming to me with your issues."

Smack. “Nine.”

“This is for fucking dripping all over my jeans despite the fact that this was supposed to be a punishment.”

Smack. “Ten.”

You laid slack in his lap for a bit, pliant under his kneading hands.

“You did so well, kitten.” Yoongi cradled you in his arms, pulling you into an upright position before laying you down on the bed with your legs hanging off the side. “I’m going to fuck you so hard…” He groaned, burying his face against your breasts, lips seeking. “But first, I think you need a little reward after taking that punishment so well.”

You arched, needing his mouth.

“Let’s get these clothes off of you.” He pulled your dress over your head before quickly unhooking your bra from behind your back.

“Goddamn, you really do have the prettiest fucking nipples I’ve ever seen, kitten. I always wonder if I could make you cum just by sucking them. I bet I can…”

Your mind grew hazy when he finally turned his head and took one of your nipples between his lips, dragging his tongue over the sensitive bud. He sucked it into his mouth with a groan, and you couldn’t help but moan, “Yes, daddy!” Your body felt like it was burning; but, still, you wanted more.

He turned to your other nipple and muttered, “You taste so sweet, (y/n)...” Yoongi worshipped your other nipple with his mouth, his tongue, and even the slightest bite of teeth. After finally leaving that one as aching as the other, he pulled back to face you.

“Kitten, you’re so fucking sexy.” He hovered over you, taking his time kissing down your stomach, leaving marks in his wake. Intentionally skipping the place you need him most, Yoongi trailed kisses on the insides of your thighs. Finally, he was poised over the seam of your pussy.

“This,” his breath caressed your slit, “Belongs to me.” You squirmed, anxious with anticipation.

“Say it,” Yoongi growled, slapping your pussy lightly, “Say that this pretty pussy is all mine.”

“It’s yours. God, Yoongi, it’s yours. Please, daddy.” Your pleas burst from your mouth in an embarrassingly whiny tone.

And then it happened in a blink. His mouth was on you. His hot tongue swiped over your clit before drawing it into his mouth and sucking it.

As he devoured you, a growl sounded from his chest; and, the idea of finally, finally inspiring that kind of lust turned you on so fucking much.

“D-daddy, I’m going to c-come!” You were already coming undone with each skilled swipe of his tongue.

Yoongi pulled back. Honestly, you really should have seen that coming.

(Or should have seen yourself not coming for that matter.)

Before you could even attempt to slide your own hand down to where you needed it most, Yoongi pulled you up towards him. Your legs shook as you tried to find your balance, but he was too impatient for that evidently.

Yoongi picked you up, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his slim waist.

Stumbling, you both crashed into the wall. His hips pressed firmly into yours, wanting you to feel him.

He rested his forehead against yours, and, breathing heavily, he said, "I can't believe you thought for one second that I didn't find you attractive." His hips ground into yours. You felt his hardness, his heat, his desire for you. "Does this feel like I'm not attracted to you, kitten? Can’t you tell how hard I am for you? Fuck, you just had me on my knees, facedown in your pussy... Don’t you know that you fucking own me?"

"Y-yoongi," You gasped for air, breathless from his admissions and his actions, "I know it now. You fucking own me, too."

His lips turned up at the corners before slamming down onto yours, kissing you as if you would disappear if he stopped. Your hand twined around his neck, lacing your fingers through the short strands of his hair and kissing him back with equal vigor.

He tasted so fucking good, like soju and strawberries. You sucked on his tongue, and he groaned. Yoongi’s fingers dug even deeper into the sensitive flesh of your upper thighs.

“Need to fuck you now,” He muttered into your mouth.

"You're gonna have to strip for that to happen, daddy,” You said, smirking as he set you down.

Smack. “I should have known you were a fucking brat,” he laughed.

You pouted in response as you watched your hot-as-sin boyfriend make quick work of his clothes. Your eyes drifted over the lean muscles of his body before settling on the hard length of his cock. What you wouldn’t give to take him in your mouth right now…

“No time for that,” Yoongi chuckled, noticing your attention and catching onto your train of thought, “Now be a good girl and bend over the bed.”

Well, since he asked so nicely.

You complied, bending over with a mix of excitement and arousal bubbling in your stomach. You could feel Yoongi standing over you. He snaked one hand around your body to thumb one of your nipples. His other hand ventured lower, and one of his fingers pumped inside your pussy.

He pinched your nipple. “Fuck, kitten, you’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Please, daddy. Please fuck me.” You groaned, arching into his finger as he pumped it in and out of you. “I need your cock.”

“Yeah? You want daddy’s cock?” Yoongi’s finger disappeared. In its place, you felt the crown of his cock slowly stroking your folds. “Then, you’ll get it.”

He slid into you with a deep groan, his hand twining into your hair. He was so hard; his arousal only made you needier. He slowly began to slide in and out.You moved your hips to match his, wanting to feel his full-length reach deep inside you with every stroke.

His thrusts became faster and harder. “Good girl.” You could feel his gaze fixed between your legs. “I see you taking me.”

Still gripping your hair, Yoongi pulled out and slammed back in, giving everything into each thrust and rocking you against the bed.

You buried your head into the duvet to muffle your moans. It took every muscle in you not to come.

"Fuck, (y/n),“ He groaned as he plunged into you. You backed up into him, trying to get him even deeper inside you. He lifted you onto all fours and the resulting angle was divine.

Your body started shaking. Subconsciously, one of your hands shimmied down your body to touch your clit, needing that final push.

Apparently, not on Yoongi’s watch.

He pulled one hand away from its grip on your hip and set it back down with a smack. Your right ass cheek stung fiercely. “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself, kitten,” Yoongi growled, “That’s my job.”

And, with that, Yoongi pinched your clit and slammed into you. That was all it took to push you over the edge. “Ah, Yoongi!” You screamed into the comforter of the bed in hopes that it might muffle your exclamation.

“That’s right, kitten, milk daddy’s cock. Fuck yes,” Yoongi continued to pound into you through your own orgasm. His moans got louder as his thrusts grew sloppier until his hot cum poured into you.

Breathing heavily, he collapsed on top of you briefly before pulling out and falling to your side. You both continued to pant in your collapsed positions on the bed. You could hardly move.

You turned your head to the side to look at your boyfriend. His eyes were hooded, his hair a mess. “Round two?” You suggested with a smile.

Yoongi’s gummy smile made a brief appearance, “You’re going to kill me, (y/n).”

“No,” Jin’s voice came from the doorway, “I’m going to kill you both.”

You and Yoongi screamed as you scrambled to pull the comforter over your naked bodies.

“I can’t believe this,” the birthday boy continued, “You fucked in my room? In my bed? On my birthday? And I didn’t even get an invite?” His eyes were twitching murderously. “I’m the one who’s supposed to have birthday sex! Me, you peasants, me!”

You shot Yoongi a speculative look as Jin continued to rant.

“Really?” Your boyfriend groaned at your unspoken question, “Right now?”

“It’s his birthday!” You hissed, “Besides, I did show up without a present…”

Yoongi pondered it, “Fine, but I am so punishing you for this later. Fucking hell, how many more kinks do you have that I don’t know about?”

As Yoongi trailed off, muttering about masochism and threesomes, you stood. Clutching the blanket to your body, you walked over to where Jin had finally quieted down.

The boy eyed you suspiciously, “What?”

“You said you wanted an invite, Kim.” You dropped the blanket, “Consider the invitation sent.”

a/n: big yikes on how this turned out skskskss hope you liked it anyway despite the chaotic-ness that is this fic

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desire-tenderness · 3 years

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I will return to old Brazil

I’m three weeks away in New York on a laser and independence trip, I miss home. It’s only two days away and soon I’m back in Brazil to meet my family and friends. I was taking the opportunity to organize some of the things, like some clothes and documents, that’s when I missed my passport. “Where did it go, my God?! My credit card was on the cover. I’ve turned this apartment upside down and can’t find it anywhere. There’s no way I lost! This shit only happens to me. I only have two more days stay in this Irbnb, how will I solve the problem of passport loss in two days without my credit card!? I don’t have a penny more.” [ranting, going into outbreak] “OK, relax, I’m smart! I need to raise money for at least another day or two, I have enough for daily meals. Well, didn’t I want to experience something unique and inspiring? Here’s a chance to have a tragic story to tell and laugh at later.” [I thought out loud] “I can manage as a street performer, starting tomorrow. I take my ukulele and some blank sheets of paper and make illustrations of pedestrians, I hope to reap the benefits of that. The last place I remember seeing my passport was yesterday when I was at the MoMA. Now I need to go back there and hope that I find in the "lost and found" of the place.” [The next day] I woke up early today and I’m already on my way to Central Park, hoping to find a space on Bethesda Terrace to play. The first time I went I saw a young man playing the cello so beautifully, it made me overflow with emotion. I played some songs, I noticed that I had a very positive return looking at the cover of Ukulele, I was curious to tell how much money I had made with those 5 songs played. It’s quite amazing the satisfaction of playing there, people seem to want to hear me play. I thought of ending with Naive - The Kooks and so I did. - I'm not saying it was your fault Although you could have done more Oh, you're so naïve, yet so.. {music}

Soon formed a circle of people singing together, I was shivered, did not imagine that The Kooks still had an audience. A little girl left $16 on the cover of the instrument, it made me float. With less than a minute to go, I saw a wonderfully attractive boy, at least 15 feet away, "do I know you?" I thought while I messed up a song. At the end of the last song I thanked him and forced my eyes to reach the boy again, but he was no longer there. The minute I thanked her, the same little girl started pulling a leather saying "one more, one more". I didn’t have a repertoire anymore and I couldn’t think of anything. The sky was with an attractive texture and the climate had a palette of color that sent me the song Postcards From Italy - Beirut and without thinking too much about whether or not it made sense for the moment, I started playing and singing. As I played, I closed my eyes to feel the instrumental climax of the song that was approaching. And when I opened my eyes the same boy I saw from afar was standing in front of me watching my show. Who was he? Timothée Chalamet. My whole body was frozen with the fright, but I didn’t want to leave anything evident. If I showed my anxiety, that space would turn into an afternoon of autographs and I don’t want to take your time. Did he give me money? The cover of the instrument had received more notes of paper, but for being with eyes closed I could not see. He smiled and nodded, turned away. I kept silent. Second then I hurried thanking everyone for my return, guarding my instrument and taking my bag. I run after him. - Hey! Timo! He turned at the same second, confused, trying to find who called him. He must have noticed me tightening my stride to get close to him as soon as possible. - Hi! Our is a pleasure, I can’t believe it’s really you. I let you go so you wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, but I needed to talk to you and thank you for listening to me play and a lot of other stuff. Sorry, I’m talking too much, all right? I spoke so fast that I hardly breathed. He laughed. - Hi, Beirut, huh? It goes well with today’s weather. It was nice! Am I well and you? Alias, your name? - Do you like Beirut? Gee. My name is (xxxx) but it doesn’t matter now. - Yes, you do. Are you from New York? - No, I come from Brazil. I’m traveling.. The words were disappearing from my mind as the minutes passed, I was somewhat hypnotized. - Cool! I really want to see Brazil someday. Do you want a photo? - Man I want a photo yes. I never thought that moment would be here and now. We took the photo, he thanked me for coming to him and for me playing with such emotion. He finally said that it was "very harmonious". And with a lot of pain in my heart I let him go. "Gee, I met Timothée chalamet two days before returning to Brazil! I must confess that fate has killed, just bring my passport back." [I thought out loud] Arriving at the Moma I received the terrible news that my passport was not there, it was my only hope going down the drain. I wanted to cry out of desperation, but I was also totally happy to have met Timothée and to have taken a picture that I will keep for the rest of my life. "I wish I’d been calmer and sane, I guess I just thought I was crazy. I hope he hasn’t noticed my despair, anxiety and complete fascination. Well, back to what I need to focus on.. Do I get some freelance work at some designer studio? Well, it could be a coffee shop. " The day has gone by so fast, the clock is almost 4:00 p.m. I think I’ll have a cup of coffee and a bite to eat, and I’ll get a job, if that’s not too embarrassing. I thought I’d walk around the West Village and find some cool coffee over there. Said and done, I found a coffee visibly attractive and had a delicious smell coming out the door, but it was empty. I think this is the perfect opportunity for a presentation, so I’m gonna eat something first. I ordered a latte and a lobster, one of my favorite treats. That crispy puff pastry, filled with vanilla cream, caramel and flor de sal makes me roll my eyes. I ate with such desire that I began to remember how surprising my day was. I thought I would make an illustration of the Timothée, a drawing of how I met him, the ambience was delicious to draw in peace and so I did. I noticed that someone came through the cafeteria door, I heard the sound of the door open. It was him, he was again in the same environment as me. The coincidence was so much that I could hardly believe it, I kept my calm. He sat across the room, pretended not to see it.

On the local radio started playing First date - Blink, obviously I started singing and trying to finish my drawing as soon as possible, who knows he could see before going. "Lets go! Don’t Wait! this night’s Almost over Honest, Let’s make this night last Forever' {Music} Suddenly someone came to my table and put a glass of Vanilla Malt and a snack with a great smell. When I looked up he completed the harmony. - Forever and Ever, Let’s make this last Forever. Hi again! "Are you kidding that this is really happening? And if it is not? Well, I will act as if I were dreaming, I can do better in this communication" - I don’t believe it. This is crazy, what are you doing here at my table?! - Would you like me to leave? - You’re crazy, of course not, sit down, please! - So, what are you doing? Wait, that’s... that’s me?! Fuck! [He pointed to the drawing] - hãnn yes, look.. this coincidence I will never live again. Now in my head I go through a cruel dilemma. - Which would it be? Excuse me. [He took the marvelous drawing and took a photo] - Should I finish it and give it to you, or should I ask for an autograph and frame it? - Hmm look.. my autograph is nothing, I would ruin the drawing, but it’s so awesome, I would love it if it was mine, but I took a picture, it’s worth the frame! - Arranged, Mr. Chalamet. I told him about my passport drama and how distressed I was. His face of "Holy shit, I’m sorry, you’ll have a headache" didn’t help. But he offered me real help with this red tape. "Does that mean I’ll see you beyond today?!" - Okay, you’re tense. Let’s break the ice by relaxing with a theatrical technique. I say a word, you think fast and say the first one that pops into your head. -Okay... Can I get started? [What’s going on here? ] -Yes, of course, yes! - Silver - Gold - Desire - Fire - Friend - you - Call me by your name - And I call you by mine. Oh shit! [laughed with his hand in his mouth] - That’s pretty cool hahaha let me ask. What are you going to do now? I’m really surprised to see you "living normally" - It is sometimes I get this feat. But anyway, I have no plans. - Do you want to go to the street cinema and see what classic is going on today? - My God, yes I am, thank you for the suggestion. We left the cafeteria and I didn’t ask for a job, I don’t regret it, my day is being fucking awesome. We went to the cinema of East Village and Singing in the rain was on display, that was perfect! I’ll watch one of my favorite movies with Timothée, it’s the fourth time I’ve pinched myself and I notice it’s not a dream. This day cannot end. We took the tickets and entered without him being stopped or recognized, I was relieved. And sitting next to him in a movie theater, all I could think about was how I wanted to be able to take his hand, kiss it as classically as the movie we’re watching. He made a story, I’m dying to open my phone and see, knowing that I’m next to him and nobody else but me and he knows, fuck!

At the end of the movie we came out, another coincidence or not, it was raining. I had my instrument and drawing sheets in my purse, but I wanted to literally sing in the rain, only without an umbrella. I dropped everything on the stairs and called him into this brief shower of rain. EPIC. I danced and sang in the rain with Timothée Chalamet and he seems absurdly happy about it.

We end with: "Come on with the Rain I have a Smile on my face I walk down the Lane With a happy refrain Just Singin', Singin' in the Rain" - Do you fancy a bagel or something? - I’m in! Tompkins? - Sure, and you have better? I answer, no way. - That’s so sweet, come on! And so we continued, hungry, laughing and wet. I think he appreciates moments like this, you can see in his eyes extreme pleasure and relief, that’s beautiful. The hunger was so great that we ate 3 bagels with bacon, eggs and cheese. We were wet so we ordered for the trip and ate outside. During the final bites we’ll talk about my passport again. - Where was the last time you saw him and when did you realize he was gone? - The last time was in Moma, the day before yesterday. But I went back there and they did not find.. I realized last night when I was starting to leave part of the suitcases ready to "go back to Brazil tomorrow". - Have you looked in the pockets of the clothes you wore when you went to Moma? - I looked at that jacket 10 times and I couldn’t find it. - Why do you think it’s in my jacket? I always carry a full pair of pants. - My God this is so obvious! I took the laundry to the building, if it is there I owe you my life. - Stop it. Can I go with you and film you finding your passport? [He laughed] - That if I find, will know a mix of relief, gratitude and anger. [laughs together] - Come on.

Yes, my passport and credit card were always "with me", were in the inside pocket of the pants as he had said. I was about to explode with relief!

I was ready to corrupt the good impression made during the day, but I was so excited and happy that I jumped in his lap grabbing his neck and kissing his cheeks.

He was silent as he stared at me confused as he held my thighs around his waist. I felt his breath on my neck, I didn’t want to leave, but I needed to.

- I’m sorry, really, I’m just happy. Thank you. - Don’t worry, it’s fine. I’m glad you found it. Do you still want that autograph? - Of course! [ He signed my drawing and took another picture of it, but this time with me holding the art. ]

- Sing one last song before I go. - My God that hard, I don’t know. Huh.. Sing with me? - If I know. Then I started singing Marvin Gaye’s Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, he seemed surprised. "Just call my name I’ll be there in a Hurry You don’t have to Worry'Cause, baby, there Ain’t no mountain high enough Ain’t no Valley low enough Ain’t no river wide enough To Keep me from Getting to you, baby" We laughed and finished. I was almost crying. Shame, I’m not a child. - So that’s it, I will be eternally grateful for today. Thank you and good luck girl, it was a pleasure. He turned and opened the door, waved his hand. And I recited.. "Now, when Twilight dims the sky above Recalling Thrills of our love There’s one Thing I’m Certain of I will Return to old Brazil" He smiled and came back to me, kissing my forehead. - Until one day, anywhere in the world. - See you, Timolito. He came out and I cried. {This is a fanfic. All I write about is my feelings and desires. TEXT BY: L.M }

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221bshrlocked · 5 years

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IV. Fixing

Pretend You Don’t See Her! Masterlist

Pairing: Mob!Sebastian x Reader

Words: 2471

Warnings: Some swearing. Slow burn.

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in the masterlist post. And please comment, like and reblog and tell me how I’m doing. I am in constant need of assurance. This is not beta’d. I’ll reblog with the tags later.

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Sebastian made sure every one of his men knew what to say to Chris when he came in. It was something along the lines of “Sebastian will beat the living shit out of you if he got a glimpse of your stupid fucking blonde hair.” He was past angry. He was furious, livid, fucking seething. This was no coincidence and he couldn’t believe it even if it was. But there was no way she just happened to be interviewed and hired here. And he knew Chris had something to do with this because he never told Tony once to hire someone without first seeing him. And ultimately, as much as he hated it, he wasn’t the type of person to get second chances. Life was never this nice to him.

Sebastian spent the entire night in his office, pacing back and forth until his phone rang, signaling him to go to the other bar for a quick deal with one of his partners. He had left by himself yet again, knowing he would most likely punch someone in the teeth if they breathed the wrong way. By the time he was done, he was on his way back home when he realized he forgot his keys in his office. Swearing into the early hours of the day, he walked back to his office, his head hanging low the entire time. He didn’t pay attention to anything or anyone, his mind trying to come up with something to say to you when he saw you next.

He waved at his men when they tried to say something to him, heading to his office so he could leave before his tongue got him into trouble again. Fishing his keys out of his desk drawer, he was about to exit the office when he ran into someone, the hot liquid running down his chest snapping him out of his haze. He was about to yell when he saw you standing in front of him, eyes widening in horror at what had just transpired and before he could say anything, you were kneeling down and making sure he didn’t step on any of the broken pieces.

“I- oh god, I am so sorry sir, please. I...I didn’t think you’d be coming out of your office so soon and- and I was told to bring you your usual coffee and shit, I’m so sorry sir please, I- I’ll clean this up right away just d-” You were close to crying, not knowing how this could possibly happen on your first day. You looked up and saw his expression fall and you prepared yourself for the onslaught of insults. Quickly grabbing your towel, you were about to ask him if his chest was burned when his voice came out like a growl.

“Stand up.” He ordered, his eyes piercing your own and finding it insulting that you were yet to listen to him. “Stand. Up.” Sebastian bellowed and you shivered at the outburst, continuing to stare up at him. You noticed his jaws tense, his eyes taking you in before he shook his head and left.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered right before he turned the corner, leaving you a sad and confused mess. You were still cleaning up the floor when Tony walked by, silently questioning what happened. You didn’t know what to say. Technically it wasn’t your fault but you couldn’t say it was his fault either. So you just stared at him and promised him it will never happen again and that he could take the cost of the mug out of your paycheck. Tony smiled at you and shook his head, telling you it was probably just the first day jitters and that you should watch yourself the next time so you didn’t get hurt.

As much as you tried not to think about that little mishap of an encounter with him, you couldn’t stop playing the event over and over again, cringing and swearing at yourself because for some odd reason, you still thought he was kind and slightly misunderstood and maybe he was just having a bad day. You hadn’t seen him for a couple of hours and when he finally came back, you were too busy bringing out drinks and cleaning the tables. When the orders died out just a bit, you stood at the back of the lounge next to one of the bouncers, Mark, chatting him up and asking him about the singer on the stage. He’d said something funny about Tony attempting to sing one night and almost getting kicked by Scarlett, the woman on the stage. But when your eyes turned to the room again, you saw Sebastian sitting in one of the corners, his eyes trapping you for a moment before you decided you should get back to work. Quickly thanking Mark for the break, you made your way back to the middle of the room, pretending you weren’t aware of the set of eyes following your every movement.

“Come on Y/N, you need to have eyes on the back of your head.” Tony brushed past you and when you were about to ask him what he meant, he pointed towards the table Sebastian was sitting on. You apologized and set the rest of the drinks down quickly, making your way over to the corner table.

“G-good evening sir. What would you like to have?” You smiled at the two men standing behind him, your heart rate slowly decreasing when one nodded at you while the other returned your smile.

You. Sebastian almost replied. When he saw just how nervous you were around him, he looked away and grabbed a few bills, sliding them towards you before ordering a cup of coffee. You took the money and placed it in your pocket before looking towards the other men.

“Would you like to drink anything?” You asked them and almost laughed at the obvious surprise etched on their faces. When neither of them responded, Sebastian crossed his legs and told them they were free to drink anything non-alcoholic. They both ordered sodas and were about to pay when Sebastian stopped them.

“It’s more than enough.” He pointed at your pocket and you nodded, walking away to get them some drinks. You went to Tony and asked him what it was you were supposed to do with the rest of the money to which Tony laughed and told you that was your tip. You gawked at the change left before grabbing the drinks and walking back. After you set them down, you reached into your pockets and set the rest of his money on the table.

“What’s this?”

“It’s your change sir.” You responded instantly, watching his expression go from quizzical to slightly entertained.

“I didn’t ask for it back.” He crossed his arms, smiling up at you as he took a sip from his coffee.

“And I refuse to take it on my first day.” The hint of anger in your tone made one of the men smile while the other’s eyes widened because did you just talk back to your employer? You didn’t care, however, because he may be your boss but you weren’t a charity case. Not giving him a chance to respond, you stomped away from the table, not looking at that corner of the lounge until the end of your shift.

As you were finishing up, you felt someone standing near you. Turning around, you were surprised to see him waiting patiently until you acknowledged him.

“I’m sorry sir, I’m not one to take another girl’s table.” You said, referring to one of the other waitresses who served his table after you left. You were pretty sure he wasn’t here to order anything but you didn’t feel like talking to him, afraid you’d say something that might get you fired, or worse. You could tell he was about to respond but he held back, nodding before heading towards Tony.

For a second, you thought they were looking at you as they were discussing something. It was probably just your mind playing tricks on you though.

You went to the backroom to change and grab your stuff to head home, hoping you wouldn’t run into him on your way out. But as soon as you exited the room, you saw Sebastian leaning against the wall, one hand ringing the rings on the other as soon as you stepped out and shut the door behind you.

“I- I wanted to...tell you that I’m- fuck, sorry I’m not g-good at this. Shit, I wanted to get this right and I don’t even know your name.” You were completely taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor. Hours ago he was swearing and yelling at you but now he was barely getting out a proper sentence. He combed back his hair and you almost sighed at the oddly attractive nervous tick.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” You never looked away from him and smiled shyly to try and put him at ease.

“Y/N.” The barely audible whisper of your name sent butterflies into your stomach and you unintentionally leaned forward into him. You were surprised when he mirrored your actions and leaned forward, slowly taking your hand in his before bringing it up to his lips. Maintaining eye contact with you, he kissed your knuckles and smiled up at you.

“Well Y/N, I wanted to apologize for the way I spoke last night, and for how I acted in the morning. My anger was...misplaced. And you didn’t deserve to be treated this way.” Sebastian spoke softly, and refused to let go of your hand even when he saw how slightly flushed you were from the intimate touch.

“It- it’s okay sir. I’m just a waitress. Nothing important.” You kept on staring at the way he was holding your hand, eyebrows furrowing when he tightened his grip and pulled you towards him.

“Not to me,” was all he said before he reluctantly let go of you, his eyes shamelessly shifting to your parted lips before returning to your surprised orbs. “I wanted to tell you that I told Tony it was my fault in the morning, not yours.”

“Oh sir you didn’t have to-”

“Yes I did. And you’ll be happy to know that he said nothing but nice things about your first day. And I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with the tip. Ask any girl here and they’ll tell you I do that with all of’em. Not just you.” He only got a nod out of you, but it was all he needed to know you weren’t offended anymore.

“And please, call me Sebastian.”

“Sir I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.” You turned away from him, looking at the floor and hoping he wouldn’t notice just how much he was affecting you. But then he stepped closer to you and raised your chin so he could look at you.

“Please.”

You weren’t sure what it was that made you lose all control of your brain. All you knew was that he was looking at you like you were the only thing important to him and that he was close to begging you.

“Anything for you.” You whispered back, flushing under his gaze when he smiled at you and let go of your chin. “You’re going to regret saying that sweetheart.”

That seemed to snap you out of your haze, stepping away from his distracting scent and his warm touch to have some semblance of control on your body.

“I- I didn’t mean it t-that way-”

“Taking it back already?” Sebastian snuck his hands into his pocket, raising his eyebrows at your obvious flustered reactions.

“I’ll call you that only when we’re alone.” You were proud you didn’t stutter through that sentence but then he chuckled and leaned against the wall again.

“Oh you wanna be alone with me love?” Sebastian knew he was making it worse but he couldn’t get enough of your obvious embarrassment. When he saw you turning around to walk towards the exit, he ran after you and grabbed your wrist, stopping you before you got around the corner.

“I’m sorry. I’m only kidding sweetheart.” He tried to get you to smile at him again but when he realized he may have pushed you a little more than he intended, he let go and stepped away.

“Good night Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waited, hoping that you would respond to him so he could leave instead of staying and teasing you even more.

“Good night Sebastian,” you said before quickly making your way past the exit, leaving a very content Sebastian in the hallway. He walked back to his office and threw himself on his chair, smiling like a lovesick puppy until he realized he was going to have to, not only confront Chris, but also thank him. As much as he hated him right now, he couldn’t not tell him that his advice worked. He still didn’t know how he didn’t punch his friend in the face when he saw him on his way out in the morning. Chris had miraculously managed to talk him down, telling him he should just go back and apologize for the way he was treating you. And Sebastian was going to do that but then Chris told him to go home and change so he could look semi-presentable when he did finally grow a set and apologized to you.

It was only later when it finally clicked and Sebastian knew that, at some point, he needed to ask Chris how he knew he misspoke towards you. He wasn’t in the lounge the previous night or that morning so someone must have blabbed to him, which only meant that Chris made sure everyone knew to text him should anything arise between the two of you.

But Chris’ advice seemed to work apparently. He thought he’d need to buy you flowers or something else but when he spoke with Tony once he came back, Tony told him that he was pretty sure you weren’t the type to need any of that. All she wants is to be respected is what he said, right after calling Sebastian a dick, which he wasn’t wrong about.

All Sebastian needed to do now was to control his thoughts, and frankly his reactions and little outbursts, around you, which from the way you said his name, wasn’t going to be an easy task. But he was a patient man. He could wait, he could protect you from himself for a little while longer. The only problem was, would he be able to keep pretending now that he knew he affected you almost as much as you affected him?

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heathsbitch · 4 years

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Treat You Better ➳ PEAKY BLINDERS

xxv. THE WHOLE TRUTH

Ivy had woken up in a familiar place. It felt foreign, but she knew exactly where she was. In her own bedroom, in her father's house.

Light cut through the net curtains and casted strange shadows onto the plain walls. Her bed was just as she remembered it, warm and comforting. The covers had been lifted up under her chin and she knew exactly who put her there. He had always done the same thing, ever since she was a child. Whenever the man put his daughter to bed, he pulled the covers up to her chin and tightly tucked her in, "To keep the demons away." He used to whisper in her ear before placing a light kiss on her forehead and leaving her room with the door open by merely an inch. She had always hated the dark.

But times had changed; the demons that were under her bed now plagued her head.

Three small taps sounded at her door. The girl lifted her eyes to look at it before beckoning the person in. It was the maid, "Good morning, Miss Solomons." She was pale and small with a timid aura around her. "Please, call me Ivy." Ivy told the maid with a smile. She nodded, gently accepting the 'order'. "Mr Solomons has summoned you to the dining room. He wishes to have breakfast with you."

'He could've asked me himself.' The girl thought to herself. "Thank you. I'll be down in a minute." She said instead. Ivy pushed the previous thought aside as the maid slipped out of her room to allow her to get dressed. She soon realised that she hadn't brought any clothes with her and the clothes that were left in her wardrobe might be too small. Ivy decided to drag herself out of bed and to the closet. Maybe some of the clothes would still fit? It had only been a few months after all.

She was still in the clothes she wore the day before. The girl smiled at the small parallels between when she actually ran away and now. As fast as she could, she raided the wardrobe and found something to wear before getting dressed and making her way downstairs to the kitchen. Ivy wandered into the kitchen to see servants rushing around the room, frantically trying to make breakfast for the Solomons'. She continued to walk through the kitchen until she got to a tall doorway, the threshold to the dining room.

The room was dimly lit, smoke circled the rafters. A rustic, wooden table sat in the center of the room, chairs dotted around it's perimeter. But, only one of the chairs was filled. At the head of the table sat Alfie Solomons, a newspaper in one hand and a cigar in the other. A teacup rested on the table by his right side but Ivy was sure that the contents of it was not tea. "Good morning, father." Ivy greeted politely. She needed to be cautious around him. If she got too emotional, the truth would come out. The whole truth.

"Ivy, my beautiful daughter. Come and sit." His voice had hints of sarcasm within them but she complied nonetheless. His words were cathartic, they were soft but his voice was harsh like sandpaper.

She approached her father, his words from last night still coursing through her head. "I broke my little girl." It was one of the only times that her father had shown true emotion and compassion to his daughter. It broke her heart, truly. The girl was having doubts about her father, 'Maybe he was telling the truth last night, maybe he didn't mean to hurt me.'

But, she couldn't be sure and she couldn't let her guard down.

Servants and maids began to enter the room, plates and platters in their hands. They rapidly moved in an out of the room and within no time, the table was covered with various food items. Ivy sat down on the left side of her father and immediately reached for her knife and fork to start eating but her father stopped her in her tracks. "Ivy," He dragged out her name as a warning. Her actions came to a halt as she looked at her father. He reached out his hand for her to take and she did so timidly.

His hands were rough and calloused, his iconic rings scattered over them along with various tattoos. Alfie's bright eyes fluttered shut as he said grace for the food. Ivy was never religious so she didn't close her eyes but instead stared at her father. He looked so peaceful as the prayer slipped from his plump lips. Alfie finished and opened his eyes. Their hands disconnected from each other and Ivy's went to grab her cutlery again. But her father grabbed her wrist. "Before we eat, I have a few things I would like to ask you,"

Ivy was too scared to look back at her father. She could feel his gaze burning into her. 'Just stick to the plan.' She muttered to herself in her head. "Tommy tells me that you've been seeing your mother again, yeah. So why didn't you go to her?"

Ivy's eyes briefly fluttered to her father's. They were squinted and his eyebrows were furrowed with curiosity. "Sh-she, h-her house was um. H-her and Tommy fell out and I, um, didn't think she would want me back."

Her voice was shaky and she knew her father probably wouldn't believe the lie; he was a smart man, after all. Sweat started to form on the girl's hands and her heart thumped through her chest. "Right, right," He muttered to himself as he stroked his beard. Alfie took a deep sigh before standing up from his chair and walking to stand behind Ivy. His large hands met the girl's shoulders, pressing her into the chair slightly.

Ivy didn't dare turn around.

Instead she kept her eyes trained on the plate in front of her. "I have another question. Tommy's a bitch, yeah, but he's been so much fucking worse since he's had you. And I don't think that's a coincidence, right? So, you are going to tell me what the fuck you told that gypsy to make him hate me so much." His fingers dug into the girl's collarbones as he spoke. A small cry of pain left the girl. Almost as soon as Ivy whimpered, he stopped squeezing. But, his hands remained on her shoulders. "I didn't tell him anything." Tears started to brew in her eyes.

"The truth, the whole truth."

"Don't fucking lie to me! I don't want to hurt you." Although he was threatening the girl, his voice broke. His shield was coming down, the truth was coming out. "I told him that you sold me off to a man, and that you hit me so I ran away."

Alfie's hands slipped from his daughter's shoulders. He sat down in the seat next to the girl and turned it so it was facing her. He lent forward, his forearms resting on his thighs, intently listening to his daughter's words. "Did you tell him why?" He spoke lowly and a single tear slipped out of her eye. "No." She whispered. Another deep sigh left her father's mouth as he sat back in his chair. "Let me remind you," He growled.

"You fucking cut someone, yeah? A little kid stole your... whatever the fuck it was, and you cut him, Ivy. So, I decided to teach you a lesson. To be grateful for what you have here, for what I have provided for you here. I have never hurt you on purpose, and I would've never let that piece of shit touch you or hurt you."

Alfie had sat forward again and gently took Ivy's hands in his. She finally looked up from her plate. Her father's cheeks were littered with tears, and more brewed in his eyes. "I know. I was just so mad." Ivy's voice was still quiet. She was embarrassed of the truth.

"So was I. That is why I hit you. I never meant to hurt you." His voice broke again and he detached their hands so he could rub his eyes. "I know. We both can lose our temper." Ivy brought her hands to rest on her father's knees. All of the fear that once filled the girl had gone, it was replaced with sadness for the man. She had spread lies about him, just so she could get more sympathy from the Shelbys. Ivy knew exactly what she was doing and she felt rotten for it.

She had turned her own chair around so they sat directly opposite each other. Alfie had finished wiping away his tears and looked back at his daughter. They joined hands again, his thumb rubbing small circles onto the back of her hand. "I just wanted you to be tough, that's why I was so harsh," Silence filled the room as the truth settled on them both like a thick blanket. "I was such a fucking cunt to you," He hissed. "That's why your mother left and I blamed you for it. Fuck." Alfie breathed out and shook his head.

Ivy felt bad for her father. Yes, he was harsh on her, but she spread lies about him to make him seem worse than he actually was. He had hit her twice, but she had probably hit him more times. "We Solomons, we lose our temper. It will be our hamartia. But it is not an excuse for what I have done."

"You don't have to apologise. Not anymore. I'm sorry for the lies I told. I was the stupid one," Silence fell on the pair again. "Look at us," Ivy chuckled. "The infamous Alfie Solomons and his daughter. The scourge of Camden Town and the precious ward of the Shelbys."

Alfie laughed at his daughter's words. A small smile spread across his lips. Ivy could have sworn that it was one of the only times she had seen her father smile. "What a pair are we?" Tears were streaming down both of their red faces, their hands clutched together, lopsided smiles slapped across their lips. "Come 'ere," Alfie opened his arms out for his daughter and she gladly accepted the hug. She crawled into his lap and nestled her head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm so sorry, muffin."

"So am I, father."

Time passed as if it was nothing. They could have been sat there for minutes or hours. But neither one of them cared, they never wanted to hurt or lose each other. The Solomons' were just glad to have each other back.

Ivy was glad that the truth was out. But, she still had secrets. She was still spying on her father.

She was conflicted, if he found out, she could risk losing him again which was the last thing she wanted. But on the other hand, if she didn't give any information to Tom, she would surely face punishment.

'Who cares? Fuck Tommy Shelby.'

The girl thought to herself as she was still cradled in her father's arms. Ivy knew she wanted to stay with her father, she just wasn't sure if it would be permanent or not. She didn't want to lose Finn, after everything they had been through together. All of the stolen, and interrupted, moments. She couldn't lose him.

But, she also couldn't lose Michael. Although their journey had been rough, in more ways than just one, the girl still cared for her boss. Maybe it was more than just a friendship, but what about Finn?

Her mind was a war of emotions, even more so than usual.

Ivy just needed time. Time with her father, time away from Tommy and the Shelbys, time to think about her future. She knew she would come to a decision eventually. She had to.

xxvi. REPARATIONS

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#finn shelby #harry kirton #michael gray #finn cole #smut #fluff #angst #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #treat you better

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Love is not knowing

Part 1 Love is a lot of doubts

Part 2 Love is a lot of texts

A/N: Warning of part 3; smut

Preview

I leaned back and got comfortable and still we were not touching one another. We were closer than we have been before- there was no armrest between us anymore- but I didn’t want to be cliché and cover my eyes against his arm when a scary scene was coming so I just sat there and tried to be as less cliché as possible. He kept fidgeting so I looked up at him from my position on the couch.

“Are you comfortable? Do you want me to make some more room? Move to the side?”

“I was just trying to snuggle you but...” He raised his eyebrows and I grinned like an idiot.

I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder and with the movement the button of my skirt popped. The other side of the skirt was the one that was tied up on my hip so it still covered me but the other side was free as a bird.

“Oh shit” I whispered “my skirt just broke.”

“What do you mean it broke?”

“The button just popped.”

Without thinking I grabbed the fabric and get it out to show him but the other part, the one that was tied up on my hip, wasn’t big enough at all to cover my thighs so he ended up getting a good glimpse of my black lace underwear. I laughed because I had genuinely done that by accident and I was tipsy and it seemed funny to me and he chuckled too.

“Oops, I didn’t mean to show you my underwear.”

He chuckled.

“You’re just teasing me.” He said.

“Thank God we’re just friends.” I grinned at him.

I remember it took me no time to get ready, for I had known what I was going to wear for a week. I had wanted to get myself one of those skirts forever, the ones who are tied with a little bow on one of the hips making it look like a pareo; and when I saw it shopping with my mum I bought it without even trying it on.

I had been waiting for him for fifteen minutes when he finally arrived and he looked up at me from the beginning of the stairs and smiled and I remember how relief I was- because he had arrived just on time and that meant we wouldn’t have to go inside the movie theatre late which had always been so embarrassing for me- and how nervous I started feeling as well. It was the first time in my life I went to a date without making it explicit that it was before it happened. We never really talked about what it was but then again the fact that we were meeting alone with no other friends whatsoever to go to the movies kind of made it a date.

I remember Amy texting me right before he arrived “good luck babe” and “of course it is a date what else could it be?” and I remember I had smiled like an idiot to those texts. The thought of Harry didn’t even cross my mind once.

He made it up the stairs and I could tell he didn’t even know how to greet me so I just gave him a smile and started walking ahead.

“You almost didn’t make it.”

“There’s a building site on the road so there’s no access to the mall.” He explained. “I parked the car so far away you’re gonna laugh at me.”

I chuckled.

“I’m sorry. I always walk here so I didn’t the road was closed.”

He just nodded with a smile and followed me suit. It was weird, to have someone from the city center in my suburb, but it was also nice and I remember in that moment I kind of could see myself hanging out with him in my neighbourhood every once in a while. It was stupid really because I was going to Italy in a month so there was clearly not going to be a future between us but somehow in that moment I didn’t see that.

“You already got the tickets?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Otherwise we would have been late.”

“Oh, well, you let me know how much was it.”

I smiled at him and he started laughing.

“I owe you a lot of money.”

And with that we just make our way inside the movie theatre. I remember I liked the feeling I got when I gave the tickets to the cinema guy because it felt as if that guy would think we were a couple, because this was pretty much a date and we were laughing and blushing and staring at our feet, and I just loved that. I had never felt that before for I always went out with Cody and no offense but it didn’t get me excited that people would think we were together. I didn’t mind when they did but it just wasn’t something I would want anyway; yet with Luke it felt good because for as long as I had known him I always thought I wasn’t his type so the thought that someone else would think I was felt nice.

I guess that was the thing about me. Before Luke- even though now I can’t help but think it wasn’t actually Luke but Harry who had given me that boost of confidence- I had always attracted older guys’ attention but never really guys my age. I had had a woman’s body- not a girl’s but a woman’s- since I was about thirteen years old, so guys my age didn’t really even consider me as an option to date or whatever it is that teenagers do; so I had never had a high school romance or a teenage relationship and one part of me had always longed for that. Then with time I realized staying single all through high school and even after that through my first years of uni hadn’t been that bad at all. In fact, I felt like I knew myself better than most people did and, even if it’s bad of me to say it, I reckon I had reached that by asking myself so many times what was it that was so wrong about me not to attract guys’ attention. And then I realized there wasn’t anything wrong about me. It was just a general lack of confidence, of self-love even. It’s hard to be liked by others when you don’t even like yourself. And then I thought about it like this- this whole thing it’s just like an add: flirting, attracting people’s attention, being charismatic... It’s all about selling a product really. Nobody would sell a car without showing it, nobody who’s asshamed of their work would sell a painting and no one who’s not happy with one-self is going to make another person want them. But then the moment you do, the moment you look at yourself in the mirror and just go “well I don’t know what’s going on with that guy who isn’t paying attention to me because I’m rocking this, I’m hot as hell”; it’s just like everybody else starts thinking the same thing. It’s so strange and it doesn’t make much sense but really, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and sometimes in the words who’s speaking. I wish every girl in the planet would feel this way.

All throughout the movie we sat side by side, not touching each other at all, and I felt like it was inappropriate to lean my head on his shoulder or to reach out to him but he leaned in to whisper funny comments on my ear every once in a while. I enjoyed it; the whole thing, the movie, the cinema, his company; and then when it was time to go out, I was afraid our night was going to end.

We excitedly chatted all the way outside the movie theatre and I kept smiling like an idiot and he kept making jokes. I could tell he was comfortable and I was happy about it because after all the texts we had sent while he was in Germany, this was the first time we were hanging out together and some part of me was afraid we were going to end up having some awkward moments of silence or some weird feeling that we had run out of topics but so far it hadn’t been the case.

“So” He started “are you hungry?”

“Yeah.” I grinned like a kid on Christmas. He didn’t want the night to end either.

“Cool.” He smiled. “Well it’s your home, you tell me where to go.”

“Well there’s a pizza place here in the mall. Then there’s a kebab, a McDonalds just across the road, a Chinese restaurant, a traditional regular restaurant... And then... It’s probably too late to go there but we have the most famous homemade guacamole in town. Do you like guacamole?”

“Of course! Don’t trust people who say they don’t.”

I laughed at that.

“Well, if it’s too late to go there we’ll just have to go another time.” He smiled.

Oh boy, he knew what he was doing. I didn’t even care he would know how happy that kind of comment was making me so I let my grin ouverran my entire face.

“What do you feel like having?” He asked me.

“Pizza?” I suggested.

“Pizza it is.”

We both made our way inside the pizza place and once again I enjoyed the way the waiter was treating us. A table for two. And how he said “it’s quieter here” as if he was a partner on our date and he wanted to give us some privacy we hadn’t even asked for.

“Perfect” Luke smiled at him “thanks.”

He sat us down in such a small table I was afraid if we ordered two pizzas they wouldn’t quite fit but it was in a far corner, like in some sort of small inner patio where no one else was sitting, and it had a flower on a tiny jar right in the middle of the table. Luke chuckled when he saw it and I grinned at the coincidence. I can still remember perfectly fine how he looked in contrast with all the red perpendicular lines that decorated the walls and the cloths. It was a funny place, kind of wanting to look Italian but ending up looking kind of French, and I liked being there with him, with that flower in the middle.

My pizza arrived before his and I tried to wait for him to eat but he kept insisting.

“It’s gonna turn cold otherwise.” He shook his head. “And you’re like the slowest eater in the world, even if you start now I’ll finish mine before you do yours.”

“Okay well then don’t look at me while I eat. I’m gonna make a mess.”

Luke laughed out loud at that and I just blushed and smiled as I tried not to drop the mozzarella from the slice I had just grabbed.

“Well where do you want me to look at? It’s just us two!”

“Well just... Look at the flower I don’t know.” I shrugged.

“Alright”

He kept his eyes focused somewhere on the distance right next to me and I had a bite of the pizza not failing to notice how amused he seemed by my request.

“This is very awkward” he noticed “but funny so I’ll do it for the sake of humour. I’m guessing it’s gonna be me talking too since your mouth is full of cheese.”

“I meen” I tried to participate covering my mouth with my hand “I can agree with you with little hums and throat noises.”

“I would very much appreciate that you didn’t.”

I laughed out loud and he looked at me so I widened my eyes and he looked away in a second.

“Sorry.”

He started telling me about his family- about his parents’ name that I didn’t know- and about what they did (that now I can’t remember) and then he talked a bit about his childhood and about his teenage years and I loved that he would open up like that, telling me about his insecurities as a boy, while staring into the distance and I had pizza like the little pig I really am.

“Can’t I really look at you?” He chuckled. “Like, I mean, how bad can it be?”

He glanced at me for just a second and I know it wasn’t even enough for him to see anything. He was just doing it in the interest of humour so I just laughed when he spoke.

“Oh, okay, yeah, I get it.”

We agreed he could look at me once his pizza had arrived because then we were on an equal footing but he was so elegantly eating the pizza the little shit, bending the corners so it’d look like a crepe and then just having elegant bites without losing a single bit of tuna. I envied him.

“Where did you learn to eat pizza like that?”

“Not in the same place as you, that’s for sure.” He joked, his hazel eyes set on all the lost bits of cheese and cherry tomatoes that had been left on my plate.

“I’m a free bird.” I said before I had a sip of my beer. “I didn’t come into this world to be an elegant lady but to be a ridiculous one.”

“You’re funny.” He smiled. “I love that about you.”

I wish I had written this before when I still remembered it perfectly but all I have now is a note on my phone that I wrote the day before I left to Italy in an attempt to remember it all for I didn’t want a second of it to be lost in my memory. He made me feel so lightweight and I wish we could keep feelings on jars so that I could just open it and feel the same all over again but all I have now is the memory and a longing of seeing him after not having touch him in four months. I love Italy but I wish all my friends were here too.

After dinner he asked me what we could do then and I don’t remember how, but I know it wasn’t out of place, but at some point during dinner I had revealed that there was no one at my house. I don’t remember his reaction to that but I think he looked up from his pizza into my eyes and then I just smiled. Yeah, I think that’s what happened. But then, I’m not sure if he already knew I was staying home alone for that month since my mum was at my uncle’s with my little sister even though I hadn’t properly said it like that so it was never an invite. But now that I think about it, the fact that he was so keen to come all the way to the suburbs might have had something to do with the fact that we had a whole house to ourselves.

We walked to his car, even though we could have easily walked to my place, so that it would be closer for him to go home afterwards, and he kept telling me how it was probably so embarrassing that he had parked the car so far away.

“You probably think I’m such an idiot but this is not my neighbourhoor. I didn’t know where it was okay to park.”

“Just stop worrying.” I laughed. “I just got my license two months ago. I’d probably need a whole runway to park my little car so I’m in no position to judge you.”

He laughed at that.

“Actually I just wanted to take you to some dark place.” He smiled.

“You don’t need to take me anywhere dark.” I encouraged him.

He turned his head and smiled but then he chuckled and I rolled my eyes because it was making me desperate that he would dismiss me like that. I was not kidding.

I got on the passenger’s seat and that was the first of many times I got into his car that summer. Before he started the car, he got the key on the ignition and then he turned his head and smiled at me. I smiled back and posed because somehow I knew he was just taking in the image of me on his car.

“Alright.” He grinned. “Where to?”

“Just all straight. We have to get out of the building work.”

“Right.”

We got lost. Twice.

“I thought this was your neighbourhood?” He laughed.

“This building work is new and it’s blocking everything” I explained “but just relax, we’ll get out of here, eventually.”

“Do you even know where we are now?”

“Of course I know where we are now.” I calmly said. “Just keep driving straight and when I tell you you’ll take a turn to the right and then that should take us to the main road which is not closed and then all straight that’s my place.”

“Alright, you’re just the worst co-driver in planet Earth.”

I smiled.

“That’s the turn.”

He glanced at me as if saying “you sure?” and I nodded and then he took the turn to the right and we made it to the main road as I knew we would. Still, always in the interest of humour, I pretended to dry the sweat from my forehead as I puffed and he laughed out loud.

“You’re the worst.”

“You’re laughing a lot.” I pointed out.

“Cause I’m having fun.”

“That’s good.” I smiled.

“That is good, despite the company...”

I looked ahead through the windshield with the firm intention of ignoring his comment and he laughed at my antics, placing his hand on my knee for the first time since I had known him. I wanted to hold his hand in mine, intertwined our fingers and then rest our hands on my lap but I didn’t, instead I just tried to control my heartbeat as I gave him indications to take the right exit from the main road to my street.

“You’re so mean.” I spoke right as he stopped the car.

I thought that was a good moment for him to kiss me. He had parked the car right on the bulding in front of mine so he could just kiss me then and we didn’t even have to go to the bar like I had suggested before. But he just smiled.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I keep making this so easy for you and you still just say mean things. I don’t know what you want.”

“Well you can’t know everything.”

“Well I know one thing: you’re terrible at making girls feel special.”

“I’m not” he shrugged “I’m just not trying.”

After that I opened the door of the car and got out. I wanted to scream at him for being so awkward. I wouldn’t give up and I quite frankly don’t know why now but I guess the fact that he had come all the way to my neighbourhood alone and that he had wanted to have dinner after the movie and that he had asked what to do afterwards as if he didn’t want to leave and he was comfortable being alone with me kind of gave me some confidence despite his words. Maybe he just wasn’t sure what he wanted either and that was why he was giving me mixed messages but I thought both of us knew what was going on between us.

I gave him a stern look when he glanced at me from the other side of the car and then he just started chuckling. The fucking bastard loved to make me look like an idiot.

“So this is your flat?”

He was looking at the wrong building.

“No” I smiled “it’s that one.”

I pointed at my flat and while he stared at it I walked around the car and got to the sidewalk walking in the other direction.

“Hey!” He jogged a little to catch up with me.

“The bar is the other way.”

He nodded and followed me. We talked about sport all the way to the bar for we both loved practicing sports and he knew about my frustrated athletics career and about my knee injury and as a physical therapis and a sportsman himself he seemed very interested about it. I loved being able to talk about it with someone who actually got it. Cody seemed to be allergic to sports so he didn’t quite understand why it had been so tough on me. “Why would you want to run anyway?” He always said if I ever saw him running I should run as well because probably he was being chased. We sat outside and I asked what he was going to have.

“I’ll have what you’re having.”

“You have to drive afterwards.” I noticed.

He nodded.

“I can have a beer though. I mean if I get drunk you’ll just have to wait with me until I’m not anymore.”

“Right, on that bench of the park” I pointed at one lonely bench with my head and he chuckled.

“For instance.” He smiled.

The waiter was a friend of mine or he had been. We had gone together to high school but I hadn’t seen him in forever. I didn’t usually go out in the suburbs do I didn’t even know he was working there but he seemed happy to see me and he didn’t let us pay. I got up and gave him a hug and I introduced Luke to him.

“So” Luke frowned as he left “who’s that guy?”

“He’s an old friend.” I shrugged. “I feel bad that he didn’t let us pay though because I know he used to have a crush on me and now he’s treating me to a beer with you.” I laughed.

He laughed as well.

“Thank God we’re just friends.” Luke said.

“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, it’s already clear for me that we are nothing more than friends.” I rolled my eyes.

“Good.” He nodded his head and I hated his fucking smirk.

“You do know you suck at flirting, right?”

“I’m not flirting.” He smiled.

“I know” I lied “but I’d love to see you doing it. I’m sure you suck.”

“I don’t.”

“Well you did flirt with me when we met.”

“What?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, two years ago when we met. You were totally flirting with me.”

“I was not!”

“Oh, you were.” I laughed. “You would text me and sent memes to me and I actually have quite a few drunk voice mails from you complaining about how long it had been since we had seen each other” I drop my tone of voice a few octaves trying to make it sound lower like his and he grinned at my attempt “and I mean we weren’t even friends so you can’t just say that you were just being friendly.”

“Well, first of all I was just being friendly. You were Cody’s best friend so I wanted you to like me because Cody is also my friend.”

“That’s not a reason for you to want me to like you.”

“Of course it is.”

“Do you try to be liked by just everybody?”

“You are not just everybody”

“You’re flirting.” I shrugged.

He rolled his eyes and smiled and I had a sip from my bottle of beer. In that moment I was sure the night was going to end and he was going to go home and so was I and nothing was going to happen between us so I just kept smiling but I wasn’t going to try to be flirtly again. After all, Harry had also rejected me when I had made it clear in his car just three weeks earlier and I was not about to take another rejection- a timely retreat is a victory too. But I had another beer and so did he and my determination of not being flirty again fell down like a pile of leaves.

Somehow we ended up at my place. I don’t exactly remember how but I’m sure I suggested it for he would never invite himself up to my house. Oh boy I remember I had cleaned the entire house. I lost my mum’s sunglasses in the process. My house has always been such a mess- there are too many things and so little space- so really all I did was take everything that was out of place in the living room and placed it over my mum’s bed. The living room and the kitchen had never looked so tidy.

I showed him my room and he sat down on the bed and just smiled at me. Now I know I could have kissed him right there but in that moment I swear I still didn’t know whether he wanted me to or he really just saw me as a friend so after I showed him how my pink room looked like with the fairy lights on, I just made my way to the living room and turned the TV on.

“You wanna watch a movie?”

Another one. Nice.

“Sure.” He shrugged. “A scary movie.”

“No, not a scary movie.”

“Why not?” He smiled. “You’re afraid?”

“As a matter of fact I am. I mean not during the movie but then I can’t sleep. We can only watch a scary movie if you stay the night.”

I actually meant it. Of course I wanted him to stay the night- I had wanted to kiss him for two years- but it was actually true, I couldn’t sleep if I watched a scary movie. I have never been able to sleep after a scary movie. Even thinking about them keeps me up- I might not sleep tonight. I just have a very imaginative mind and my nightmares are very powerful and more frequent that I’d like them. So when I said that was the only way that I would watch a scary movie. I meant it. It was close to 2 am anyway.

“Do you want me to stay?”

“Yeah.” I smiled. “Will you?”

A month prior I would have never thought I’d have him sleeping over at my house.

“Well I... I haven’t told my mum I wasn’t going to sleep at home but... What time is it again?”

“It’s 1:45 am.”

He looked down at his phone. One part of me wanted to think it was only an excuse because after all we were 22 years old- well I was 21 at the time- but we still lived at home with mum and dad for we lived in the city and didn’t need to move for uni so it wasn’t actually that crazy.

“I’ll send her a text and if she answers I’ll stay.” He reasoned.

“I hope she answers then.”

“So do I.” He smiled.

We just stared at one another and I remembered all that confidence had come with alcohol really so I thought I’d have a beer before I sobered up.

“I’m gonna have a beer. I’ll get some water until you know if you’re staying or not.”

“Thanks.” He smiled.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed myself a can of beer. I was so happy my mum was such a heavy drinker- I’m kidding, she doesn’t drink that much but she does like her beer and I had just come back with my beer and his water when he grinned.

“She replied, I’m staying.”

“Want a beer then?”

“Yes, please.”

We sat down side by side on my couch and I let him go through Netflix searching for a scary movie to watch. He wanted to watch It because the second movie was about to go out and he wanted to go watch it but haven’t watched the first.

“Wait, you want me to watch Stephen King?” I panicked. “I told you I’m afraid of scary movies and you want me to watch Stephen King, who’s probably the scariest guy ever.”

He laughed.

“There’s no It in Netflix anyway so let’s watch some other.”

He scrolled through the movies for less than a minute before he handed me the control.

“Actually, you choose. You’re the one who’s picky.”

“I’m not picky.” I complaint as I scrolled through them. “I’m just impressionable. Have you watched Mama?”

I had seen that movie, even though I didn’t remember it pretty well, but it was safer to watch a movie I had already seen than watching a new scary movie at the risk of getting traumatized forever.

“I haven’t, have you?”

“I don’t know. It sounds familiar to me but I don’t remember what it is about so maybe my mind just erased it in order to protect me or maybe it just sounds familiar to me because it’s famous.”

“In order to protect you” he mocked “okay, let’s watch that one then.”

“Are you comfortable? Do you want me to make some more room? Move to the side?”

“I was just trying to snuggle you but...” He raised his eyebrows and I grinned like an idiot.

“Oh shit” I whispered “my skirt just broke.”

“What do you mean it broke?”

“The button just popped.”

“Oops, I didn’t mean to show you my underwear.”

He chuckled.

“You’re just teasing me.” He said.

“Thank God we’re just friends.” I grinned at him.

There, I felt like a queen throwing that back at his face in that moment and I was happy with the way he threw his head back and just started laughing.

“Fair enough.” He laughed. “I actually deserved that.”

I shut my legs tight and covered myself with a pillow and then I fully rested against him and we watched the rest of the movie. I would hold my head up every time he’d lean towards the table to grab his beer so I could lay it back again agaisnt his arm when he rested his back on the couch. He kept chuckling whenever I would yelp and we would comment the movie and it just felt nice to have that moment with him and somehow I felt as if we had done that so many times before- just watching movies together snuggling on the couch. I could definitely get used to that.

When the movie ended it was past three in the morning but I wasn’t even sleepy. I guess I was still excited and I was happy that everything had gone so well so far. I sighed and silently enjoyed his presence for a few seconds.

“You see now is when it gets scary for me so if you scare me I swear to God I’ll kill you.”

He laughed.

“No, I wouldn’t do that. I saw it was actually scary to you.”

“That’s right so if you want anything from the kitchen, you go. I’m not going in the dark alone.”

“Well, there’s nothing I want that’s on the kitchen anyway.”

I smiled but he didn’t see it. Of course I got what he meant but I wanted to give him as much of a hard time as he had given me before. I had made it pretty clear that I liked him so if he wanted something from me, he just had to lean down and kiss me.

“You didn’t get it, did you?”

I laughed out loud. His voice came out in some sort of whisper and it was the cutest thing I had ever heard. I wanted to push him against the couch and straddle him and kiss him until my mouth was dry but he had said so many stupid things that night I wasn’t even sure if he wanted me to do that or if instead he was going to turn his head at me so instead I just got out from the couch, turn on all the lights and made my way to my room.

“I’m gonna change into my pyjamas.”

I left the door opened while I changed because he couldn’t see me from the living room anyway and I was actually still a little afraid after the movie and I put on the shortest shorts that had ever been made- they were practically underwear leaving a good part of my bum exposed- and I kept my black lace bra under my white cottom short sleeves t-shirt. He looked me up and down from his seat on the couch when I came back to the living room. I loved the feeling I got when his eyes ran down my bare legs and then he bored them into mine. His jaw was slightly clenched.

“So” I smiled knowingly “there’s no one home so you can choose any bed you’d like.”

“But I want to sleep in yours.” He stated. “With you.”

I let the smile overtake my lips as I nodded.

“Okay.”

I got closer to him and the couch and since he was sitting down his head what at sight level with my belly. If only he reached up his hands he could trace the back of my thighs and I would straddle him, but he didn’t. He had his phone on his hand but his eyes had been set on me since I had stepped a foot in the room.

“So what do you want to do now?” I whispered.

“I want you.”

I was surprised by the energy inside of me, an impulse that was encouraging me to push my legs across his lap and straddle him so he could grab my bum and pull me closer. Man I was dying for him to touch me like that but I was so nervous. I swallowed before I smiled at him.

“Let’s go to bed.”

I walked ahead of him and I knew he could see half my bum out of my shorts but in that moment I wanted him to. I was feeling confident and sexy and I wanted him to see me and to want me like I did him. I lied on the bed and watched him get his wallet out of his back pocket and leaving it on my desk. He left his phone there too.

“You can take off your jeans.” I told him. “You can sleep in your underpants.”

“Really? You don’t mind?”

“Not at all” I shook my head “sleeping in your jeans must be so uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

He took off his jeans and carefully folded them, placing them on the back of the chair at my desk, and then he just lied down next to me. We were both staring at the ceiling, lying down on the bed next to one another and no one was touching the other or even facing each other. It literally looked like we were on some American teenage rom com so I started laughing.

“You know you’re the first guy I share this bed with?”

He’s still the only one.

“Really?” He smiled.

I nodded.

“We might go down to history as the first two straight people who share a bed for no reason in a house alone and do nothing.” I pointed out.

“We might.” He shrugged next to me.

I was grinning because the whole thing was beyond funny to me but I still had no clue of what was going on, whether he liked me or not, whether he wanted to do something or not. I didn’t understand a thing so I started mindlessly playing with the knot of my shorts, as I always do when I’m thinking- I always keep my hands busy.

“Is that an invitation?” Only when he said that I realized I had actually untied my shorts and also, that he had been watching my hands playing with the knot. “Undoing your belt...”

“No” I grinned “look, I’ll tie the bow again so you can undo it.”

I turned my head and grinned at him and he just stared at me, a smile fixed on his face, but then again he had had that expression for hours. We had a bit of a staring contest but both of us were smiling and I wanted to kiss him.

“I don’t understand anything.” I confessed.

“About what?”

“About you!” I frowned. “About this.”

He just stayed quiet, encouraging me to explain myself so I look back to the ceiling.

“I mean when I asked you if you were playing dumb or if you just were dumb I was asking you if you had realized I was flirting with you and just dismissing it or if you just really didn’t know I liked you.”

“Yeah well of course I had realized!” He turned his body sideways so he was fully facing me. “I just... I don’t know what you want.”

“You don’t know what I want?”

“I mean... I do know you want something to happen between us.” Thank God. “But before that happens, I just want you to know that I don’t have feelings for you.”

I don’t think that hurt me, not even in that moment. I just remember I said “alright” and then I just stayed quiet but I wasn’t mad, I wasn’t hurt; I guess I just took those seconds because I finally understood. I was going to Italy on a month after that anyway so it wasn’t like I was expecting him to fall in love with me or anything and really I guess I just wanted to kiss him, like I had wanted since I met him.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t feel attracted to you though and of course it doesn’t mean I don’t want to have sex with you.” He explained. “But it’s important for me that you know perfectly well where my feelings stand because I wouldn’t want to like mess up our friendship, much less hurt you in any way so... I mean I can do the friends with benefits thing perfectly fine. I don’t know how you feel about that.”

He granted me a moment of silence and I was so grateful, not only for the moment to myself and my thoughts but also for his honesty and how clear he had spelled out his thoughts. I thought in that moment that was all I wanted in my life, for someone to speak out their mind like that and not be afraid of just being open and to have things that clear, that spoken out, that clean.

I still didn’t look at him. He had pretty much left everything on my hands and now my next move was important. I swallowed. The only thing I knew was I wasn’t going to lie to him so I decided I’d do the same thing he had just done and maybe together we could decide what was wiser.

“Okay.” I started and he licked his lips, ready to listen to me. “Well first of all, thank you for your clarity.”

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as if dismissing my gratitude but I still felt very grateful for that.

“And I want to give you the same so I won’t lie to you. I do like you, like I do have feelings for you. However,” He nodded. I guess he could work with that. “That doesn’t mean I want a relationship or anything. I mean after all I’m going to Italy in a month and I wouldn’t want to go on my year abroad on like a brand new relationship so... And I mean I’m not jealous, like at all, so that means despite me having feelings for you, uh, you could like, be with whoever you want I really wouldn’t mind that so... Uh, right now I’m just thinking.”

“Okay.” He chuckled. “You can think.”

“Thanks.” I chuckled too.

We stayed like that for I don’t know how long until I made up my mind and then I just turned my head against the pillow so I was facing him.

“What I like about this is that we just talked about how we feel and like all the cards are on the table and still it doesn’t feel awkward, does it?”

“Yeah, I know, you’re right. I was thinking the same thing.”

“Isn’t it nice? I mean I’m very... Comfortable here, like... I don’t feel any tension or anything.”

“Right.”

“But” I raised my eyebrows at him “now that you have made everything clear I do have to tell you, man, you’re terrible at flirting.” I confessed, making him laugh. “Like for real you had me completely fool like saying you were not trying to make me feel special, that you were not flirting with me like what was that?”

“Well” he chuckled “I don’t know. Actually on the car? When I said I wasn’t trying and you just got out of the car I actually thought to myself gosh you’re an idiot and like I could tell I was messing up but I just couldn’t stop.”

I threw my head back and laughed out loud at his comment.

“But I mean” he said “it was pretty clear anyway like I did come all the way here just to watch The Lion King” he frowned.

“It was a great movie.” I defended and he chuckled.

“Yeah, sure, but” he lifted his palms to the ceiling as if saying but come one and I laughed at his confessions.

I liked that he would just tell me these things. I shook my head and stared at the ceiling again. For the first time that night I wasn’t nervous anymore.

“And then you put on those fucking shorts which are pretty much undies and... I mean you looked so good tonight with that fucking see-through top... You gotta understand.”

I grinned at him. I looked down at his lips. Come on, come on. He just had to lean like five centimeters and his lips would be on mine. Come on! I didn’t say anything further but just stared at him and I saw his eyes roaming my body. I intensified my breathing. Come on, just fucking kiss me already.

I got even closer to him until I could feel his breath on my cheek and he delicately brought his hand to my hip and held me in place so that I wouldn’t move. I smiled. He wasn’t going to kiss me.

“Come on.” He whispered.

I almost rolled my eyes. We were both waiting for the same thing.

“You come on.” I whispered back.

He pressed a kiss to my cheek and even if it had been just a long peck and it wasn’t the first time he pecked my cheek, it was the first time he did it like that. I can’t even say what went through my mind in that moment but like that I just held his hand on mine, turn around and pressed my back against his chest, my bum on his lap and I said:

“Okay, let’s spoon.”

He just held me. He moved his hand until he was wrapping my waist and then he held me close to him. I could feel his breathing on the back of my ear and it was so quiet I could listen to it too. I was afraid of making a sound that would break the atmosphere and then in that moment I felt such a heavy weight falling on top of us, as if someone had just thrown an iron blanket over us two. Every little movement of his fingers against the skin of my belly was magnified. It was as if he was touching my entire body just by moving his finger a tiny milimeter and the way he smelled and how warm he was... I had never felt more tensed in my entire life. I brought my knees closer to my belly and mindlessly press my bum against him. My breathing caught on my throat when I felt his arousal.

“Well now I just have to put up with this.” He said.

“Okay now I can feel the tension.” I confessed.

I turned my head so I was facing the ceiling once again and he lifted his from the pillow. His hands caressed my waist as I turned my body so I was facing him and then we were the closest we had ever been and his hands were already on my warm skin under my t-shirt.

“Just kiss me.” I begged.

“I already kissed you on the cheek, the next step is yours. That’s how it goes.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, I want you to be the one who starts this.” He smiled.

I had never felt more powerful in all my life and deep down I knew he wanted that just to feel in some way upper, kind of premium, but to be honest I didn’t even mind. I was fed up with that thing that guys had to hit on girls and it couldn’t be the other way around and I was glad he had been that honest with me and that he was giving me this opportunity of breaking the stereotype and the standard set. I could have easily just turned around again and keep torturing him with my body against his and I knew that would have worked and he would have given up and kiss me himself but I was desperate to kiss him too so instead I just pressed my lips against his and his response didn’t take a split of a second.

The moment I pressed my lips against his he was kissing me back and he even moaned against my mouth and he pushed me against the mattress and hovered above me and I had never felt more wanted. His excitement was evident as it pressed against my thigh and I devoured his mouth like a hungry cub getting fed for the first time and enjoyed the sounds he made, the groans, the sighs, the growls.

Those were all things I had read about a lot, I had also written about them, but I had only had sex once, despite what all my friends thought, and somehow even though I probably should have felt nervous or shy or novice; maybe it was the way he sounded or the desperation in the way he grabbed my body and his tongue pushed against mine; but I felt so sexy, so confident on my own skin.

I was still wearing my pyjamas and he still had his t-shirt and his boxers on but we were just kissing for I don’t know how long, just letting the other discover our own mouths and letting our own tongues discover the taste of the other. Oh God he was such a good kisser... Up to this day I haven’t yet met a better kisser. I loved how it felt- his wet mouth, his full lips, his angry tongue claiming mine, his breath dying on my throat...

His hands were all over my body but I could tell he was still timid because they would caress my breasts but he wouldn’t dare to grab them even though I knew he wanted to for they would keep coming back to my chest and every time he’d dare a little more pressure. I was dying for him to make me his in as many ways as possible, but I was also enjoying the discovery, the shyness and my writer’s mind was romanticizing everything but it was also making me realize that that was the first and the last time it was going to be the first time for the next time- if there was even going to be another- he wouldn’t be this self-conscious- he would know what he could do and what not then- and it wouldn’t feel so new so I had to enjoy that and let my body notice that with every caress of hiss.

His hands then slipped under the hem of my t-shirt and he just ran them across my skin as if he was straightening it. I felt like I was made of sand and he was sculpting me, very carefully and with a lot of caution. I was a moaning mess on his mouth. My hands had been under his t-shirt for quite some time now and I had been silently enjoying the way his muscles felt under my fingertips- I could feel them all- the trapezius, the deltoides, the latissimus dorsi- and they were all moving in sync as he slowly and I’m sure mindlessly thrusted his hips against mine. My legs were wide opened for him so I could feel him rock hard against my entrance and I caressed his back bringing his t-shirt up until he lifted his arms for me to take it off.

My plan worked because then he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my chest, pulling back from our kiss to admire my chest from the distance his back allowed. His eyes moved frantically along my skin before he looked up at my face and I remember I felt funny when I saw his lips for they were swollen and red and it was all my doing. I felt like a naughty girl.

With a confidence I didn’t know I had, I started moving my own hips against his and I took very care in watching his every expression. His brows went closer for a second in a fleeting frown and his lips parted and he just held his weight over me as I moved my hips in circles feeling his arousal pressing against my hot skin. I brought my hand to his cheek, pulling his face closer to me so I could kiss him.

“I’m so hard for you.”

I smiled against his mouth. Once again I felt like he had read one of those texts I had read so many times where the guy would say that and he was just saying all those things and acting like that just to please me for I had always thought those were the kind of things girls write about and romanticize but never actually happened and it made me feel so good to be wrong about that. I felt like I was living what so many other people had written about.

“This is not fair. I’m here on my underwear and you still have these fucking shorts, even though they’re like undies... But take them off. I want you in your underwear.”

I gave myself a mental high five for choosing matching underwear that night and I lifted my hips from the mattress, allowing him to bring my shorts to my ankles before I kicked them off. He chuckled and shook his head when he saw my matching underwear and once again I brought his mouth closer to mine so he would kiss me again like he had done before.

We started a perfectly synchronised dance, twirling our hips so that they would find and then hide from one another and in that moment I swore I could have lived from his moans alone. I remember I just wanted that moment to last forever and despite the heat that our bodies were creating- sweat was starting to creep at the back of my neck- I remember I thought I wanted time to freeze so that I would always feel like that and nothing but him would ever touch me again.

When I thought I couldn’t feel any better than I was feeling at the moment, his hand travelled from my waist up to my chest and he finally dared to cup my breast and gently squeezed it on his hand. I moaned out loud and he groaned and I could only figure he wasn’t controlling his throat either. His hand then pressed against my stomach as he thrusted hard against my hips and I pulled my mouth back from his so I could get a deep breath of air in my lungs because I was feeling all wet, even my lungs were feeling wet, and I was afraid I was going to suffocate. He started kissing my neck then and his fingers moved down to my core and he ran his four fingers up my lace covered folds, his thub resting against my inner thigh. I thought I was going crazy. He then started pressing firm but slow circles against my clit as he kissed the skin of my neck and his tongue timidly traced my jaw line.

I couldn’t do anything but moan, couldn’t even control my eyelids, and I felt as if I was about to go somewhere very far away and not come back for the next few hours. I swear I wasn’t even feeling the mattress anymore and then I listened to the elastic of my undies as he grabbed it and slipped his fingers underneath and then I felt his warm fingers collecting some of the wetness before he slipped them inside me and I wanted to scream out loud so that I could get some of the heavy tension I was feeling all the way from my belly to my chest out of my body. And yet despite the heavy tension that was pulling my chest down and making it hard to breathe, at the sime time I felt as if I wasn’t one pound heavy, as if I was not even there, and it was the first time in my life I felt a total disconnection between my body and something else, and I was very aware of everything- of his thumb moving against my center, two of his fingers going in and out, of all the blood running in my veins and going to that one bundle of nerves that was growing and swelling and my head spinning around; but at the same time it all felt like it wasn’t mine and I felt myself at the edge of becoming undone.

“Do you have a condom?”

I whispered against his mouth for I didn’t have one despite it being my home because as I said I had only had sex once and it had been more than a year prior; but I wanted to feel him. I was so desperate to have him inside of me and to feel my walls stretching as he made his way inside me and claim my body his.

“Yes.” He whispered back. “Do you want me to get it?”

“Yeah.”

I didn’t have to say it twice. He just got up, grabbed his wallet and in a second he was back on top of me with the little tin fold grasped between his fingers and he pressed his lips against mine, brushing my hair away from my face with his palm.

“Are you sure?” He whispered again.

“Yes.”

With my verbal confirmation he sat down on the side of the bed and gave me his back as he rolled the condom. I didn’t look because I wanted to give him some privacy, the way he had done it, turning from me, kind of made me think he was a bit nervous about it and I didn’t want to make it harder for him so I respected his privacy. I don’t remember how Jack, the other guy I had had sex with, had done it but now that I think about it I don’t think I had seen him rolling the condom on either. I was just glad he hadn’t asked me to put it on because I have no idea how to do it- I don’t even know what a condom looks like when it’s not on a dick if I’m honest.

He hovered over me and kissed me when he was ready but he didn’t get inside me yet and I was about to pull from his hair hard until he fucking thrusted inside me because I swear I couldn’t take it anymore but instead he just rested both hands on the sides of my head and then he pulled back and pecked my cheek and then the angle of my jaw and then my pulse and my collarbone and finally he wrapped his mouth around my nipple and lightly sucked and my back arched so my spine lifted from the mattress and as a result I was pressing my breasts further against his face. With one of his hands he cupped and squeezed my other breasts as he licked and sucked the other and I kept thrusting my hips against his, hugging the lowest part of his back with my ankles and pressing my heels on the soft dimples of his back.

I remember I started feeling my own skin so soft but somewhat heavy and I remember how much I liked the contrast with his for he was so much paler than I was because it was the middle of summer so I was very tanned and he was also somewhat colder than me. I ran my hands down his back and noticed the thin layer of sweat that covered his skin and before I could think of anything his mouth was back on mine and he brought his hand down and grabbed his arousal.

The next thing I remember is how I felt as if all the nerves in my body where forming a circular web and the center was right between my legs and then the nerves extended themselves all the way down my legs till the tip of my very toes and all the way up my stomach and to my arms and my neck and then he was pushing the exact center of it with every thrust so I felt like all my nerves were being pulled and released, pulled and released and I was afraid my skin was going to break and all those nerves were going to be exposed and then I’d feel like I was more than naked and we would both burn into flames for I could literally feel the electricity, every connection, every time he thrusted inside me.

He started slowly but I don’t remember I needed much time to adjust to his size and it was only when I changed the position of my hips, granted him with a new angle, when he sped up the rhythmn; and the entire time he had been sloppily kissing me and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“I don’t think I’m gonna last long” he excused himself against my mouth “I’m so fucking turned on... And, my God, you feel so good.”

I pushed my tongue inside his mouth, wanting him to shut up, and I wished I could form coherent sentences to ask him to just listen to the way our skins sounded together, to our weight pushing down the mattress with every thrust. I wanted him to listen to our rhythmn as I was listening to it. One, two, three... I thought it was the most relaxing sound in the world. I also wanted to tell him how good he was making me feel, how fucking amazing he was at this and how I wished my channel would be velvety so he felt as welcome as he was inside me; but all I could do was kiss him and let my throat whimp.

“Oh God!”

My mind went from black to all kind of colours and I swore I was seeing the entire galaxy behind my eyelids when he started thrusting the fastest he could muster in and out of me until all of a sudden he stopped.

“Oh, no, don’t stop!”

“Yeah I don’t want to stop either but if I don’t I’m cumming.” He pressed a kiss to my lips, surely trying not to make them purse. “And I want this to last.”

He smiled as he kissed me again and I chuckle against his mouth, playfully pushing his tongue with mine, and allowing him to calm down as he kissed me.

“You’re so soft, Anna.” He whispered before he licked a stripe on my neck. “And so warm. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Jesus Christ.” I sighed. “You feel amazing.”

He grinned at me as he resumed the movements of his hips and despite his attempt of calming down so it would last longer, his hands moved down to my ass and he squeezed it as he pressed me against him, thrusting fast and deep inside me and moaning against my neck until we both reached it together.

I was out for a second or two and when my conscience came back, I felt him completely resting on top of me like a dead weight. With the little strenght I had left I brought one of my hands to his hair and caressed his skull as I hugged him close to my chest and I felt him fighting for the control of his breathing for a minute or two.

“Fuck.”

He lifted his head from my chest when he had gained some composure back and he gave me a toothy grin before he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. He kissed me slowly, lifting some weight from my body.

“Did you cum?” He worried.

“Yeah.” I pecked his lips. “You know, it was the first time I came at the same time.”

“We came together?”

He grinned and I nodded pushing his curly hair back from his face and kissing him again.

“Yeah. You really didn’t notice?” I chuckled.

“I noticed it on my hand before but not this one. Sorry I was so gone.” He chuckled. “That was crazy.”

I chuckled until he kissed me again.

“I need to go to the toilet.” He said.

“Okay.”

With that he got up and went to the toilet, I guess to freshen up, but I still needed a moment for my blood to reach my legs again so I just laid there for a couple more minutes before I got up and went to the other bathroom to clean up.

I came back before he did so I was already lying in bed in fresh underwear when he arrived. He put on his boxers and lie down next to me. I didn’t know what to do next because I hadn’t had a friend with benefits before so I didn’t know if after fucking you just acted as if nothing had happened or if you were allowed to cuddle with them so I just lie there like a dead person and wait for him to show me what was supposed to happen next.

He searched for my mouth and pressed some innocent kisses against my lips and then he hugged me and caressed my skin, pressing soft kisses on my shoulder or my arm or anywhere his lips would reach so I caressed his arm as he draw figures on my bare skin. I was happy he was affectionate and it almost felt as if that moment of intimacy, the cuddle after the sex, was better than the sex itself.

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Chapter Fourteen

Harry woke up the next morning earlier than usual due to their early night yesterday. Just thinking about it made him grin, but then it made him think about his past relationship with 'douchebag' as Louis likes to call him. Or any other insult he could think of at the moment. Douchebag, or Connor, took one look at him and said it was "unnaturally large" and refused to give what he wanted to get. He had bullied Harry whenever a bulge would show in his pants and had made him get uncomfortable briefs that had a pocket to tuck everything in.

He had also made Harry tape himself down with medical tape if they went to the beach so it wouldn't be seen in photos on accident. Harry had always been self-conscious about it, it wasn't hard to notice that you were bigger than your mates in the changing rooms. Especially when one of the guys had a measuring tape and challenged everyone to measure themselves. It was obvious when everyone was 3-5 inches soft and Harry was 6 soft.

Being a little over 9 inches in length and 5 inches in girth when hard Harry had been bigger than Conner by quite a few inches. Louis hadn't seemed bothered though, in fact, he had gotten turned on as he gave Harry a blowjob. Though he did seem nervous as he had taken Harry's pants off which Harry was going to ask Louis about when he woke up. He wanted to make sure Louis was okay and hadn't been pressured or anything like that. Harry would never forgive himself if he unknowingly pressured Louis.

Harry looked over at Louis who was still fast asleep. He was curled around Harry's back being the big spoon that Harry didn't know being the little spoon felt so great. No wonder Douchebag always wanted to be the little spoon. Harry snuggled back against Louis then grimaced and lifted the blanket seeing the dried cum on his tattoo.

"Gross." Harry said then gagged at the taste of his breath, "even worse." Harry quickly climbed out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. He quickly wet his toothbrush then slathered toothpaste on it and brushed his teeth then his tongue twice to get rid of the taste in his mouth. After that, he turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up before he stepped under the spray.

Louis woke up to the sound of vicious teeth brushing and rolled over to see Harry in the mirror's reflection. He stared at Harry listening to him brush his teeth then he had to hide his laughter when he heard Harry gagging as he brushed his tongue. He stared at Harry's bareback and ass as he bent over the sink to spit out the foamy toothpaste. Louis grabbed his phone off his bedside table and scrolled through social media as Harry got into the shower.

He laid there for a while until he heard Harry's shower turn off then watched him leave the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Louis climbed out of bed then headed to the closet where Harry was going through his clothing options.

"Morning handsome." Louis said smiling when Harry looked over at him with a grin

"Right back at ya." Harry said stepping up to him to kiss him

"We got any plans today?" Louis asked watching as Harry dropped the towel only to step into black briefs. He watched as Harry pulled them up then watched as he tucked himself into a pocket in his briefs that made his cock shake disappear. "What..wait..what happened to it." Louis said shocked as he eyed Harry

"It's a pocket. It's to keep it from y'know causing an outline." Harry said with a laugh

"Why?" Louis asked

"Because I don't want Harry Jr on the front page of a tabloid."

"Sweetie it wouldn't be a tabloid it'd be a Playboy." Louis told him, grinning, getting a glare from Harry, "sorry. Fine. But find other pairs. I want at least something to grab when you're hard in your pants to tease you." Harry laughed shaking his head

"All the more reason to keep them." Harry said as he grabbed some black pants and pulled them on. He had to adjust himself again and Louis watched, "I have a meeting with Columbia Records at twelve, but other than that I don't have any plans."

"The lads want to go on a triple date, Zayn and Liam, Niall and Monica, Lizzy and Hannah, and you and I. I told them I'll talk to you."

"We can do that. Those are the girls you met at the club right?"

"Yeah, Monica was the one with the birthday the night, and Hannah and Lizzy are the lesbian couple in the videos."

"What time?"

"I think Zayn said seven o'clock."

"Sounds good." Harry said pulling on a pink chain and rope print shirt and buttoning before tucking the ends in. He then pulled his pants the rest of the way up and Louis noticed they were high-waisted women's pants, but Louis didn't point it out and only admired the way his butt looked in them. He leaned over and pinched it getting a slap from Harry on his hand.

"Stop it. I'll go make breakfast and you get dressed. Or don't. Either way, I need to make breakfast because I am starving." Harry came up to him and cupped his face kissing his lips gently

"I want full English." Louis told him

"Your wish is my command." Harry said bowing dramatically before he was leaving the room.

Louis shook his head then went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. After he was cleaned and dressed and his mouth had been brushed twice he went downstairs scrolling through Twitter frowning when he saw the fans telling him to explain a photo. It took a few seconds before he found the photo that the fans were referring to. It was a dropped photo of Harry and Dickhead, but the photo was cropped so that Harry's hair was only barely seen pushed back to it looked like a recent photo, but Louis knew Harry's side profile better than anyone and his cheeks were too rounded to be recent.

"Hey, Haz do you have the full photo of this picture?" Louis asked, showing Harry the tweets, Harry looked away from his bacon turning to look at the phone frowning when he noticed what it was.

"I might in my cloud." Harry said, "my cloud password is in the drawer and you know my phone code." Louis grabbed Harry's phone on the counter then moved to the junk drawer that Harry had full of batteries, guitar picks, old planners, and other random junk that hasn't made it to the trash can two feet away. Louis grabbed the notebook that had Harry's passcodes for every account and looked four the cloud one.

"Do you know the year?" Louis asked

"Probably 2013." Louis nodded immediately going to 2013, "try like summertime...June through August I think. We spent the summer together."

"Found it. I'm going to ruin this man's life." Louis said by sending the photo to him then he got back on twitter and found the account that the photo came from and tagged it as well as Dicky's Twitter account.

@ account134527 and @ ConnorKS

Try again boo. 😘✌🏻🖕🏻

"And post." Louis said grinning as he posted the tweet with the photo of Harry and his hair pushed back from 2013. He was kissing the Twat's cheek and in the background, you could also see it was before the Wizarding World of Harry Potter had been opened for the public because they were standing near the closed-off section for construction.

"I'm sorry-"

"Sweetie don't apologize. He got a false sense of hope from your management and now he's mad you picked me over him in his head at least. It'll die down or I'll make it die down. You may treat people with kindness, but Tommo doesn't." Louis said, setting their phones down, "besides you can't blame the man you are very good looking. I'd torment you too if you upgraded."

"I don't think there is any upgrading from you." Harry said as he pulled Louis in front of him between his body and the stove, "I love you." He said kissing his neck as he turned the sausages

"I love you too." Louis said leaning his head back against Harry's shoulder, "is your meeting in person?"

"No we're meeting on google duo, they're with Sony Music, but it's a different section so we just have to talk about music and image and such."

"Sounds very boring."

"It is."

******

Louis had his MacBook opened glaring at the screen, he and Little Dick were fighting on Twitter. After Louis tweeted the real photo from 2013 Little Dick tweeted another photo of sweet innocent Harry laying on a tattoo chair getting the swallows tattoo. The butterfly stood out against the pale skin Harry had back then. So Louis had replied to the tweet,

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS thanks for being there for Harry as he got places to hide my live bites Boo.

And well apparently he didn't like that so he leaked a picture of him and Harry in California at the Hollywood sign. So Louis replied

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS wooooow you took him to a place he sees on his back patio every day when in LA...impressive. 👏🏻👏🏻

And thus it began. Louis didn't even know why he was arguing with an ex, but he was. He was very secure in his relationship with Harry so it wasn't out of insecurity, but whatever the reason Louis was winning the fight and everyone knew it.

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS the fact that you had to make a fake account just to leak photos of you two together...👀👀🙊

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS the fact that management made you believe Harry would choose you over me despite the way you treated him is fucking hilarious...

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS boo the shit I have on you... let's not go there.

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS coincidence?

Louis attached a video of "Dirty Little Secret" playing on the tv. The tweets stopped soon after that so to celebrate his victory Louis posted a short video of him and Harry a few nights ago dancing to Macarena inside the pool laughing their asses off with the words 'Look at my darling baby❤' in the tweet.

"Are you done arguing with Connor?" Harry asked laughing as he came inside from his meeting

"I think so." Louis said looking at Harry, "I won."

"You won before he even knew there was a competition." Harry told him wrapping his arms around his waist

"Oh I know that, but he doesn't have a right to expose your relationship like that."

"It's fine. The fans suspected back then, but he didn't want to be in the tabloids dating me so we kept it quiet. I'm surprised you didn't expose him for...what did you call him? A manipulative abusive little dick asshole?"

"Manipulative abusive little pecker loose asshole cheating twat." Louis corrected

"That. Yes. I'm surprised you didn't call him that."

"I almost did. I typed it a few times at least. If he responds that'll be my next tweet. It'll shut him up." Louis said, grabbing Harry's hands, "you should let me paint your nails. You have perfect nail beds. Lottie would be jealous."

"You paint mine and I'll paint yours."

"Deal. I'll go to the shops to get polish. Be back in a minute."

*******

Louis grinned as he followed Harry through the crowded rooftop dining area.

"There they are." Zayn said standing up when he saw them

"Hi, sorry traffic was horrible." Harry said hugging Zayn and Liam before leaning over to hug Niall and Monica. "Hi Ni. Hi Monica, it's lovely to meet you."

"Hi, Harry." Monica said excitedly as she hugged Harry, "hi Louis." She said, stepping over to hug Louis, "saw that fight on twitter."

"Yeah, we were just being told about it by Monica. Possessive much Lou?" Liam teased as Harry greeted Hannah and Lizzy with hugs as well

"I have no reason to worry, I just don't like him." Louis said with a shrug, "Haz is mine and if he wanted that shrimp he'd have cheated when given the opportunity enough times."

"If I wanted him I'd have stayed with him." Harry said kissing his temple, "now do we have wine coming, or have we not ordered yet?"

"Not yet we just got here not that long ago and decided to wait for you." Zayn said as they took their seats it was a square dining table with two seats on each side. Louis and Harry were sat across from Hannah and Lizzy while Niall and Monica were sat across from Zayn and Liam.

"Do we want to share mozzarella balls for an appetizer, Lou?" Harry asked

"Of course Darling." Louis said, "what are you getting for the main dish?"

"I think the chicken shawarma in their Mediterranean section." Harry said

"Ooh yeah, I saw that. I was thinking of the eggplant rollatini."

"Wanna split?"

"Deal."

"Hello I'm David and I'll be your waiter today. Are we all on one check or separate?" He asked looking around the table

"We are separated into pairs. So them two, those two, these two, and us two." Louis said pointing to each couple getting the man's attention who nodded.

"And what can I get for you?" The man asked, eyeing him and licking his lips though Louis had turned away from him and hadn't seen it though he turned when he spoke.

"Oh, ladies first. We can wait." Louis said before turning back to Niall, "are we doing anything after this?"

"We talked about going to the club if you guys are up for it."

"Can I pick the place?" Harry asked

"Yeah sure." Niall said

"Lou?"

"I'm down if you are."

"Alright. Who is our designated driver?" Harry asked looking around

"I can. You got a vehicle big enough for all of us?"

"Yeah, we can follow back to my place and get the SUV." Zayn nodded, "we can all stay there tonight I have guest rooms."

"And for you?" The waiter asked after everyone ordered looking at Louis

"Oh we will have the fried mozzarella balls as an appetizer and for the main dish I will have the eggplant rollatini." Louis told him

"Perfect. The eggplant rollatini is my favorite." He said, Louis, nodded and looked at Harry who looked highly amused.

"I will have the chicken shawarma." Harry said closing the menu

"Will that be all for you?" The man asked barely acknowledging Harry as he looked back at Louis

"Yeah, that's all thank you." Harry leaned over and kissed Louis' cheek laughing when the man turned away with more hip movement than necessary.

"Is there anything else I can do for you." Harry teased leaning over

"Absolutely anything." Liam said batting his eyelashes

"Please sir I'm all but stripping for you." Niall said laughing

"Stop it. It's not funny. What kind of guy does that in front of someone's boyfriend even." Harry laughed squeezing his thigh as he leaned over to whisper in his ear

"Do you think he'd get the message if we snog?" Louis laughed turning to Harry to whisper in his ear as well

"He'd probably get hard. Best not risk it." Harry laughed nodding as he squeezed Louis' thigh before pulling away. The rest of the dinner was filled with laughter, storytelling, many wine glasses, and delicious food. There were also pictures as a group from someone's phone as they all huddled together when Lizzy pulled out a selfie stick from her purse.

"Why do you have that in your purse?" Louis asked

"Never question what is inside a lesbian couple's purse." She said as she extended it then took the phone as placed it on the holder. "Now huddle together everyone. Harry, stop looking at Louis and look at the camera. We already have photos of you two looking like sappy teenagers." Louis laughed as he looked at Harry who was staring at him with a grin. Louis leaned over and kissed him ignoring the groans from the couples.

"I got an idea." Niall said pulling his phone out and going to Instagram, he got on Louis' page then got on a picture of Louis standing in nothing but Harry's lilac sweater with his a side profile showing off his ass. "Harry, look it's a picture of Louis ass. Looky looky." Despite the fact that Harry was kissing Louis it actually worked because Harry turned away and looked.

"What?" Harry asked looking around until he spotted the phone with the photo over the phone on the selfie stick.

"Quick do it." Louis tried every hard not to laugh as his boyfriend with eyes glued to the photo. Harry grinned as his hand went down to grab Louis' cheek squeezing it. It didn't last long, only enough for two photos then Harry was looking at him again.

"Smart man you've got there Monica." Hannah said

"I just know Harry's weak spot is Louis, but if Louis beside him he needed something stronger." Niall said looking at Harry and Louis who were back in their own world talking with each other, "besides everyone loves Louis' ass."

"Thanks. You get the tip baby and I'll pay for this." Louis said taking the bill the waiter was handing out to the respected couples. He opened it just to make sure it was the right one before he kissed Harry and pulled his wallet out. Harry pouted but pulled out his own wallet and tossed two £50 down, "Harold you can't tip more than the bill." Louis said grabbing it and handing it back to him

"Let me tip whatever I want mister bill payer." Harry said putting down two hundred just to spite Louis

"Harry, he was rude the entire time to everyone except myself and completely ignored our relationship. I am not letting you tip him two hundred just because."

"Louis he could strip for you and I wouldn't care because you're still coming home with me at the end of the night so I win. Now let me tip him." Louis huffed rolling his eyes as he pulled out a £50 and a £20 and put it in the billfold. He flipped the receipt over and wrote,

"You're lucky I'm not in charge of the tip and my boyfriend is a kind person. You were an ass all night. I'd have given you the minimum 10% and be done with it. In case you don't know math that's a fiver and some change. Be kind to people and respect their relationship.

--Louisxxx"

He tossed the black folder down on the table and Monica immediately took it to read it snorting.

"I like the Tommo way." She said as she handed it to Hannah and Lizzy, Lizzy immediately taking a picture of it. She was addicted to her Instagrams they've learned over dinner, because yes she has more than one account. One for her personal use and one for her photography that she does on the side. They stood around waiting for their billfolds and when they got them Louis made sure to count the bills.

"Here have his number." Louis said handing the £5 to Harry who took it then tossed it in the tip pile. There was Harry's two £50, three £10, and now £5. Louis was very tempted to take a 50 and shove it in Harry's pocket, but he wouldn't do that. If Harry wanted to kill them with kindness then so be it.

"A £185 tip, he better use it wisely." Liam said

"Tempted to take the- actually I am." Louis took the five and headed to the table where a little girl was with her family. She had been very eager to ask Harry for a photo, but her parents had talked her out of it to wait until Harry ate his meal. "Here you go, Sweetie. You buy yourself something next time your parents take you to the shops yeah?" Harry said handing the little girl £25

"Really?"

"Yeah. The five have numbers on it, but it's still good."

"Thank you."

"You're quite welcome. You deserve more than our waiter does and you were very polite to wait to ask Harry for a photo so you definitely deserve it." Louis was taken by surprise by the hug the little girl gave him, but it was a nice surprise that he returned before heading back to their table. "You can be mad at me tomorrow, tonight we are clubbing." Louis said to Harry as he slipped his arms in the jacket Harry was holding for him.

"I think you're petty in the best way, but I'm not mad. I love you and with that comes your sassy attitude. Which I love as well. Besides you made her night." They all headed outside and got in their respected cars and followed back to Harry's place. Harry got the keys for the SUV and they all got in so Harry could drive to the club. It was a bit more upscale as in there was a second entrance that Harry and they took so they weren't spotted by anyone yet then they were led to the VIP balcony with a bar and tables and lounges.

"I'll go get a tab open, what does everyone want?" Harry asked as they sat at a square bar height table, the same seating arrangement from the restaurant. Harry got everyone's drink and went off to the bar coming back minutes later with a tray of various drinks.

"Now you owe me a dance." Harry said pressing against Louis from behind

"I don't dance until I'm drunk. You'll have to keep the drinks coming." Louis told him even if he pressed his hips back against Harry's.

"What's the fastest way to get you drunk?" Harry asked

"Whiskey gets Louis plastered for a week." Liam said

"What about you Styles." Louis said, turning to face Harry as he wrapped an arm around Harry's neck while his other hand held his beer glass, "what gets you plastered?"

"I'm not telling you anything." Harry said, taking a sip from his...slushie.

"What are you drinking." Louis said grinning as he grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled it towards him. He looked up at Harry as he licked the slushie teasingly tasting the refreshing flavor of watermelon with a kick of gin that had Louis grimacing slightly. "Gin. You hate the taste of beer, but you drink gin."

"I like alcohol you can mix with. Watermelon gin slushie and if you lick it like that again we're taking an uber home right now."

"Oh?" Louis leaned over to lick it again, but Harry took it away.

"Stop it Lewis."

"Oh, we are breaking up over that." Louis said though despite his words he still kept his arm around his neck.

"Alright, love birds we are off to the dance floor." Lizzy said, "Liam and Zayn are staying here to watch the drinks."

"You sure?" Harry asked looking at the couple

"Yeah, we're fine really. You lads go have fun." Liam said as he hung on Zayn

"Alright. Have fun. Drink a beer or two lads I've been in the car with you guys after a whiskey shot and we all survived."

"Maybe a beer, but really Lou we went out last weekend just the two of us so we're not in the mood for another hangover so soon. Now go."

"Alright. Come on Haz we can dance with the others."

************

The night carried on until last call surprisingly, despite Liam and Zayn not drinking they joined them on the dance floor every now and again. Louis and Harry were always found with their tongues down each other's throats and a hand somewhere inappropriate. Liam and Zayn had to drag the drunk couples all the way back to the SUV and Louis didn't give a damn that he was sitting right beside Monica. Louis threw a leg over Harry's hip and straddled his lap.

"You're so cute. You're like the cutest little thing ever." Louis said cupping Harry's face to kiss him on his cheeks and lips

"You're beautiful and pretty and cute and adorable and tiny and small." Harry said snuggling into Louis' neck, "you're my best friend." Louis giggled drunkenly

"You're my best friend too cutie." Louis said

"You're my sweet little creature."

"I'm going to puke." Zayn moaned from upfront

"Tell me about it." Monica said from beside them

"I love your voice. You should like become a singer. You have such a pretty voice." Harry said

"Wait Louis sings?!" Monica, Lizzy, and Hannah shouted

"He sings to me when he wakes up first." Harry said, "he's so precocious. I love him." The car ride to the house was with Harry proclaiming his love for Louis every five seconds. They all stumbled out and Zayn and Liam helped everyone to guest rooms while Harry and Louis hurried to the bedroom locking the door behind them as they struggled to undress then climb into bed together.

"Be the big spoon." Harry said, pulling Louis against his back, "I like being the little spoon."

"My giant little spoon." Louis said affectionately kissing Harry's bare shoulder

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strangerontheotherside84 · 5 years

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St. Elmo’s Fire (Billy Hargrove x Reader) part 1/2

Disclaimer: As the title already tells this is heavily inspired by St. Elmos Fire. Especially one scene (which you might recorgnize in part 2 of this fic). And because you know…Billy is inspired by Rob Lowe’s character in St. Elmos Fire (which also happens to be called Billy..what a coincidence). This is most likely going to consist of only 2 parts.

Warnings: swearing, profanity, nsfw-ish

You were tapping your fingers against the half empty glass in front of you. Staring at the shimmering crystals that the neon lights seemed to create in it, while listening to the muffled sounds of the band playing on the small stage at the corner of the dimly lit room.

Spending your friday night at the local bar with your friends wasn’t very unusual. It wasn’t the nicest place in the world but there weren’t that many places for teenagers to go in Hawkins, especially none where they would serve you alcohol without checking for your ID.

However, today it was even more crowded than usual since it was the weekend after your High School graduation.

You should propably be enjoying yourself, having a laugh with Nancy, Jonathan and Steve that were seated right next to you at the small table. But you weren’t exactly in party mood. Everybody was going to leave after this summer and even though you wouldn’t admit it, you kinda had gotten attatched to your small group of friends that had formed over the course of the last two years.

„Oh come on I didn’t know she was your fucking sister. And to be honest I thought she was you at first.“

The roaring voice of Billy Hargrove echoed across the crowded bar, followed by a loud slapping sound that caused you (and many others) to turn your head.

Billy was standing in the center of the room, rubbing his cheek, furiosly gazing down at the girl that had just slapped him across the face.

„Fucking bitch.“ he mouthed as she pushed past him, immediately focusing his gaze on another girl that had been standing behind him this whole time. „Well, you’re way hotter anyway babe. How about I’ll introduce you to the backseat of my car and we can finish what we just started?“

Another slap echoed across the room, this time even causing the band to quit playing. „Oh I’m sorry I wouldn’t have thought that you were such prudes judging by how fast you get down on your knees.“ Billy yelled after the second girl, his voice slurred from obvious intoxication.

„Jesus Christ.“ Steve mumbled, the rest of you agreeing in silence by rolling your eyes.

Many people didn’t quite understand how all of you could be friends, especially after Billy had tried to make Steve’s life a living hell during his first weeks in Hawkins. But they also didn’t know about the supernatural shitshow that had been going down right in front of their door during the last two years. Stuff like that kinda brings people together.

You had been getting along with Billy right from the start, since both of you were into Heavy Metal music, fast cars and horror movies. And to be honest you were kind of an outcast in Hawkins anyway.

At first the others weren’t too fond of you hanging out with him but after they found out about how Billy’s dad had been treating him basically all his life, they were willing to accept him into the group. Even though they would get fed up with his bullshit from time to time. Or more like: all of the time.

„What did you just say about my girl, asshole?“ some tall blonde guy had emerged out of the group of bystanders, only to push Billy against the chest which caused him to stagger for a short moment.

„Which one?“, the curly haired boy laughed as he faced his attacker, „The one that was very eager to get to know me at Tinas party or the one that just sucked my dick in the restroom?“

Billy got closer and closer to the guys face, smirking at him cockily.

„Ok that’s enough.“ you sighed, getting up from your seat „I’m gonna go get our loverboy over there before he gets the shit beaten out of him again.“

„Hargrove! We’re leaving.“ you ordered, grabbing your friend by the shoulder and dangling your car keys in front of his face.

„(Y/n)!“ His eyes lit up mischievously at your sight, „You know I would love to but I’m just having so much fun with our new jock friend over here. Sorry I didn’t quite catch your name…” Billy gestured dramatically into the guys direction,”..Matt?“

„It’s Michael.“ the tall blonde mumbled through gritted teeth, fists clenched.

„Well buddy, that’s not what your girl was screaming in my ear last night.“ Billy chuckled, licking across his lips while turning his back at Michael. Only to be struck by his fist just seconds later, causing him to fall to the ground face first.

„Billy!“

You immediately rushed to Billy’s defense, helping him to get back up on his feet. At this point the rest of the group had rushed to your side aswell. Steve and Jonathan were holding back Michael, stopping him from doing even more damage to their friend’s face. Nancy was standing beside you, making sure that Billy was alright.

„You really had to wait for him to turn his back at you, hadn’t you? Fucking coward!“ You barked at the tall jock.

„He fucked my girlfriend! Why would you defend this asshole?“

„Maybe blame your girlfriend then!“ you clapped back, „He’s drunk as hell. Jesus Christ. Fuck off and pick a fight with someone your size.“

Steve and Jonathan let go of the guy who immediately stormed off while cursing several other things into your direction.

„You alright man?“ Jonathan asked Billy who had only just gained back his full consciousness.

„Yeah sure. That little bitch didn’t even aim correctly.“ „Shut up Hargrove.“ Steve shook his head, „You can be lucky that we were here to save your ass once again.“

„Yeah whatever…“ Billy mumbled, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. „Fuck…“

„Are you sure, you’re okay Billy?“ Nancy asked concerned.

„Yeah everything’s fine. Let’s party.“ „Definitely not! You! Leave my bar right now!“

„We’re sorry. It’s not gonna happen again.“ Nancy tried to appease the bar’s owner, who had obviously witnessed everything that just happened.

„That’s what you tell me every time and then he pulls some of this bullshit over and over again.“ He pointed towards Billy, his voice roaring. The curly haired boy seemed rather unimpressed and only reacted with his typical cocky grin.

„It’s fine guys! I’m gonna take him home.“ you intervened before he could say another stupid thing that would propably get him banned for life.

„You sure?“ Steve asked.

„Yeah I didn’t drink too much and I’m not really feeling like partying anyway…see you around guys. Have fun.“ you smiled at your friends and grabbed Billy by the collar of his shirt „Come on asshole let’s go.“

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goldencherryharry · 5 years

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#FineLineFicChallenge

@tiostyles is doing a really cool thing and here’s a story I wrote based off of “Cherry”. Hope you like, read if you feel so inclined :)

CHERRY

After the incident, Sage fled to Europe to avoid dealing with any of it. Now she’s back and confronted with a reconciliation she’s not ready for.

Don’t you call him baby, we’re not talking lately. Don’t you call him what you used to call me.

Sage: I’m bringing my nieces to the show tonight… we are all excited. x

Harry: Wait

Almost immediately Sage’s phone starts ringing. She can’t help but chuckle under her breath and mutter a breathy “Jesus” before picking up.

“Well hello!”

“You’re coming tonight and you didn’t call to tell me?” Harry’s voice on the other line is tired.

“I didn’t want to bug you. I know you’ve got enough on your plate right now.”

“Did you buy tickets?”

“Yes, of course.”

“You know I would have made time for you,”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t call,” Sage tries to explain. She hears him sigh and her chest tightens.

“I didn’t even know you were in town,” He murmurs.

“Just landed. I’m on the way to Emma’s straight from the airport.”

“Right.”

There’s a moment of silence. Sage is almost too afraid to speak, so thankfully he does.

“Will I see you tonight? I can put you all on the list to get backstage.”

“I’d love to see you, but you really don’t have to,”

“Hey, you didn’t let me get you seats so please let me do this.”

“Okay fine. The girls will be pretty excited, I’m not gonna lie.” She says, and he laughs. It’s almost normal again.

“I’m excited. Should I put Jack on there too?” Harry says, she can almost see him biting his lip and fiddling nervously with his cross necklace.

“Uh, no. Just us,” She clears her throat uncomfortably, not sure how to tell him that her and Jack had been over for quite a while, if they were ever really on to begin with. He hums softly in response.

“You’re like a proper rockstar now, huh? When did that happen?” She desperately tries to change the subject.

“Don’t ask me,” He laughs. “But it feels good. Really good.”

“As it should, H. I’m proud of you,”

“Thank you,”

“So, I’ll see you tonight then?”

“Looking forward to it,”

“Me too, bye.”

“‘bye.”

She hangs up, exhaling sharply. It had been so long since she’d heard his voice. Even that short phone call took it out of her. But she was home, after 3 months of travel and just being in her city made everything feel better. She couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her mouth when she thought about getting to squeeze her nieces in just a few short minutes. Sage had even cut her trip 2 weeks short from missing home so much (She’d spent 40 minutes on the phone with her older sister Emma convincing her it had nothing to do with the coincidence that Harry was playing MSG the day she got back). And it really wasn’t that. Since she’d left the states and the incident, they’d barely spoken. And then of course, the whole Jack situation really threw her off. She wasn’t sure how he’d even heard about that or had the balls to ask her if she was bringing him to the show. It had been a while since she’d thought about Jack, which of course stirred up the dread that had settled in the pit of her stomach after seeing the pap pictures of Harry in L.A. with a leggy blonde model.

The car pulled up outside of Emma’s building, breaking her train of thought. She’d always loved Emma’s apartment building. It was a classic Manhattan townhouse, which made sense for Emma’s expensive sensibilities. It was a redbrick on 10th street, with ornate casings on the windows and green vines lacing their way up the facade. It almost made her laugh every time she saw it. It was just so Emma. By the time she made it to the door of 11B, her heart was beating fast at the thought of seeing her family again. She knocked lightly. The door swung open and she was greeted with Emma’s smiling face, which immediately fell into concern.

“Jesus, Sage.”

“Good to see you too, Em!”

“Sorry, sorry. You just look like shit,” She laughs, pulling Sage into the apartment.

“You are not helping yourself right now,” Sage said, giving her sister a hug nevertheless. After 15 hours on a plane, she knew she didn’t look amazing but Emma never failed to make her feel inadequate.

“Auntie Sage!” Came the little voices from the next room, followed by the pitter-patter of tiny feet on the hardwood floors. Sage’s smile grew indefinitely bigger and she bounced up and down, making Emma laugh. Anne and Eden scampered down the hall with outstretched arms and smiles matching Sage’s.

“Oh, my girls!” They collided into her with forceful hugs. Sage could have stayed there all night; their giggles in her neck and their warm arms wrapped around her. “I missed you so much,”

“Tell Auntie Sage how excited you are for the concert!” Emma said, walking into the kitchen.

“Can we show you our outfits?” Anne said with light in her eyes.

“Oh, please!” Sage said and let the girls lead her into their room where two white coveralls with pink sparkly breast pockets lay on one of their beds. They held them up to Sage proudly. “Emma, these are darling!” Sage called.

“Do you like it, Auntie Sage?” Eden giggled.

“I absolutely love them,” She grinned down at the girls.

“Hey, Sage,” Emma said, appearing in the doorframe. “Do you want to shower and change before you girls head out?”

“Is that alright?” Sage just about melted at the suggestion.

30 minutes later, Sage was refreshed and in a new outfit. The girls were in their coveralls and Sage snapped a picture of them in the car and sent it off to Harry.

Sage: I was right, they’re pretty excited!

Harry: This is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. Are you on the way?

you: Yes. Be there in like 20.

“So, for our big ladies night I have a bit of a surprise…” Sage wiggled her eyebrows at the little ones. “It just so happens Harry Styles is an old friend of mine, so would you like to meet him before the show?”

The girls shrieked and giggled in response.

“That sounds like a yes to me,” Sage laughed as the girls continued to squeal.

“It is a yes, Auntie!” Eden exclaimed.

Sage smiled to herself. Soon, all her favorite people were going to be in one room.

The ride through the hallways was agonizing. She knew he was here somewhere and she hoped she’d be able to hold it together in front of her nieces. Sage could feel the excitement bouncing off the girls and they kept looking up at her with beaming faces, which set her at ease. If nothing else, Harry was kind. He’s be nothing but the perfect gentleman. As the golf cart sped through the concrete hallways underneath Madison Square Garden, Sage thought about a Skype call she’d had with Emma before she’d left France.

“Sage, honestly. Why are you taking the girls? You know you two should have a serious conversation,”

“You just answered your own question,” Sage said, earning a scoff from Emma.

“You always do this,” She groaned.

“Do what?!” Sage exclaimed.

“You avoid difficult conversations and lose all the positive possibilities that come from them,”

“I do not!”

“Yeah, you do. Look, you and Harry have been making sex eyes at each other since the moment you first met, nobody is shocked.”

“Nobody should be, because nobody is supposed to know,”

“Okay, no need to get defensive. I’m just saying that you need to face this, as difficult as it is,”

The cart came to a halting stop, and Sage threw a protective arm over the girls chests to keep them from sliding off the seat. It was nothing compared to the hammering jolts of Sage’s heartbeat in her chest. She knew Emma was right, although she’d never admit that out loud, she needed to face this. The girls spilled out of the car in a stream of limbs and giggles, and each latched on to one of her hands as the cart sped off. The door was right in front of them, she knew he was behind it. Sage felt like she was gonna vomit. The security guard opened the door to his dressing room and there he was, like he had somehow fabricated himself into Sage’s vision. None of this felt real; not the way the girls suddenly retreated and clung to her legs, or the way he looked up from his phone and saw her, like saw her, or the way he looked at her, like the world was ending. She didn’t know what to say.

“Hi,” Sage said.

“Hi,” Harry said.

“Hello,” Said Anne, followed by a shy whisper from Eden.

“How rude of me,” Harry said, tearing his eyes away from Sage. “I’m Harry! It’s nice to meet you,”

“This is Eden and Anne, say hi girls,” Sage said, crouching and holding their shy bodies in her arms. “Don’t be shy now,” She coaxed. “He won’t bite,”

“I promise I won’t,” He chuckled. “I do have some presents though, if you want them…” He said, and the girls pulled their faces out of Sage’s shoulders to finally look at him.

“What kinda presents?” Anne asked wearily.

“Only the best kind!” Harry said, grabbing two tiny black t-shirts that read “Treat People With Kindness” from the table. The girls eyes widened and they held them close and murmured thank you’s.

Their time went by quickly, and Harry spent all of it talking to the girls and making them feel comfortable. Of course, they warmed up to him quickly and even sang one of his songs for him. He stole an occasional glance at Sage and it almost seemed like he was trying to figure out if she was mad at him or not. It was easy, the attention wasn’t on Sage and she could just watch him and remember how it felt to watch him light up a room the way only he could. They met the rest of his band and some other members of his team, each kinder than the last.

“Harry, 15 til places.” A man in black said, poking his head through the door.

“We should get to our seats,” Sage said quickly. “I’m sure you’ve lots to do.” Harry nodded and swallowed thickly. His eyes flicked back to the girls.

“Well, it was lovely to meet you both. I hope to see you again soon.” He said, engulfing them in a hug. Sage held open the door for them and they ran out and sat in the cart.

“Bye, Harry. Thank you for all of this, it means the world to them,” She smiled and turned to leave. Harry grabbed her forearm lightly.

“When am I going to see you again, cherie?” He asked carefully, instantly regretting the pet name that came so automatically. It takes Sage off guard too, it’d been a while since anyone had called her that.

“I don’t know,” She answered truthfully.

“Then can we talk for a second?” He scratches the back of his neck nervously. Sage looks out the door at the girls squirming in the cart, talking to Clare. She nods, slowly, and closes the door fully. Harry exhales.

Sage knows she could just stand there and stare at him for the rest of the night. He has let his hair grow out since she last saw him and it hangs around his face in delicate curls. She wants to reach out and touch them. He looks the same, impossibly radiant. He’s practically glowing. She looks at the floor.

“I’ve missed you,” He says gently, her eyes raising slowly from the ground.

“You have?” She hates how much shock is in her voice. He laughs, and she finds herself relaxing a little.

“Yeah,” He smiles lightly at her, and she feels every electron in her body glowing.

“I missed you too,”

It’s quiet for a minute, both of them not knowing where to start with the monologues of things they needed to say to the other.

“Listen, Sage…” He starts.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Harry. What happened with us was…”

“No, no. I don’t regret it. Not for a second. I just hate that it’s made us strangers,”

She looked at him. He didn’t regret it. Neither did she.

“I meant it when I said I missed you. I don’t like doing life without you,” She says.

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Regret it?”

“No,” She says, quietly. “But why didn’t you call? Or anything?” She feels the pressure building in her chest.

“Fuck, Sage. I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I should have called,” He collapses into a chair and for the first time, Sage can see how physically exhausted he is. The dark half moons under his eyes make them look painfully green and his whole body looks like its at the bottom of a river weighed down by rocks.

“But you didn’t,” Her voice is barely a whisper. “And then you went to L.A....I didn’t think you wanted to hear from me,” She watches as he leans forward onto his knees and rubs his face into his hands.

“God, I’m such an ass.” He groans. “I just didn’t know if you thought it was a mistake or didn’t want to see me again. The longer it got, the easier it was to assume the latter. I’m so sorry,” He looks right at her and her heart feels like it’s going to explode. He looks so defeated.

“Hey, I didn’t come here with the intention of making you feel like shit. I didn’t handle it perfectly either.” She grabs his hands. He chuckles softly. “There isn’t exactly a guidebook for what to do after you sleep with your best friend,”

“There really isn’t, is there?” He laughs. Sage shakes her head, smiling. It’s so nice to see him smile. “How long are you in town?”

“A while,” She sighs.

“So am I. Can we… see more of each other?”

“I’d like that.”

There’s silence. He’d forgotten how stunning she was. Sage was one of those people who seemed to get more and more beautiful every time he saw her. Her hair was longer and blonder, she’d lost a little too much weight. Freckles dusted her nose and cheekbones, making her look younger, like the summer they’d first met. He hoped time away had done her good, inside and out. He’d thought about her more than he’d admit over the last few months and having her here, right in front of him felt surreal. He hated the memories of her that rushed to the front of his mind when she looked at him; “Baby” rolling off her soft lips, a name reserved just for private moments, washed in gentle golden light and her fingertips on his arms. He almost forgot about Jack. Jack, fuck. He thinks. He clears his throat.

“Uh, how’s Jack?” He hates how strained his voice comes out. Her eyes widen and she stands up, wiping her hands on her jeans anxiously as if she’s trying to will them to forget his touch.

“Harry, I-” She starts, but he doesn’t let her finish.

“I can’t believe you left,” The words seem to tumble out of his mouth. She just stares at him with wide eyes, unsure how to respond.

“How’s Camille?” She asks, her voice slipping through her gritted teeth. She instantly regrets asking; she doesn’t want to know. He chuckles dryly and looks at the floor.

“That’s fair,” He murmurs.

The air between them seems to drop a significant amount. This is not how Sage wanted this to go. She hadn’t planned on asking about her, but she hadn’t been expecting him to ask about Jack either.

“Hi,” He says, almost inaudible. She looks up at him, a slight smile tugging on her mouth despite Emma’s warnings blaring in her mind. Their eyes meet and there is nothing else. God, how did he still have this effect on her?

“Hi,” She whispers. He stands and pulls her into a hug, tight. His smell washes over her in an intense wave. It’s spearmint and travel and Harry. She lets herself melt into his body and she feels him exhale deeply against her shoulder. Sage feels tears welling up at the corners of her eyes, but she buries her head into this shoulder and can’t think of a single reason to cry. She has her Harry back. And he has his Sage back.

They stand there for a while, too long, just holding each other.

“Everything’s alright, right?” She whispers into his shoulder.

“It is, it is,” He murmurs.

Sage pulls away and stops for a second, just to look at him. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are bright, she takes a mental photo.

“I like this,” He tugs on the bottom of her Beatles t-shirt. She laughs and adjusts the sleeve self-consciously.

“The newest addition to my t-shirt drawer,” She says and he chuckles. “Hey, what time are you out of here tonight?”

“Do you miss me already?” He exclaims, falling back into the chair again.

“Maybe a little,” She says, opening the door.

“I’ll text you, okay?”

“Okay,” She says, and closes the door behind her.

Sage tried to be calm during the concert, but with Anne and Eden’s bouncing heads and little screams, it was hard not to get caught up in the grandeur of it all. Harry was too far away to see his face, or she might have not been able to focus on anything at all, but his top sparkled when it caught the light and his face shone even brighter. She danced her heart out and twirled her nieces in the aisle, their wide smiles and giggles matching hers. The show was over too soon and Sage ushered the sleepy girls into the car. They were both asleep in minutes.

Harry: I’m out of here in 15. Can I meet you somewhere?

Sage smiles at the message on her lockscreen. He really meant it. He missed her. She clutches her phone and looks out the window, her heartbeat accelerating.

Sage: Yes, dropping the girls off at Emma’s. Somewhere in the Village? Black & White?”

Harry: Ah it’s been a minute since I’ve been there. Perfect.

She hated the impact he had on her, even over the phone. Knowing he was thinking about her made her whole body buzz. Sage was more terrified and happy than she had ever been. The car pulled up out front of her sister’s house and Emma came down to help carry the sleeping girls inside. Sage and Emma laid them in their beds and went to the kitchen to talk.

“How was it?”

“They were wonderful, as always. It was a fun night,”

“You bought them t-shirts? That was so sweet. They’re adorable,”

“No, actually they were gifts. From Harry,” Sage scratched the back of her neck. Emma’s eyes widened and she smacked a hand down on the counter.

“Stop it right now. Does that mean you talked? Dish immediately.” Emma exclaimed in a barely controlled whisper. Sage let out a sputtered laugh.

“Yeah, we did I guess?” She felt her cheeks heating up.

“And?”

“And… I’m meeting him right now.” Sage covered her face in her hands and Emma stood gaping at her. “I know, I know. It’s crazy,”

“Um, yes of course it’s crazy. Please be smart. And careful with your heart.”

“Em, I’m okay. I got this,” She for sure did not “got this”.

Sage arrived at Black & White before Harry did. It made her wildly uncomfortable and she considered walking around the block a few times so she could stroll in at the perfect moment instead of standing out front like an idiot. But she didn’t and the New York air blew around her t-shirt making goosebumps stand up on her arms. There was a soft glow from the bar’s sunken windows and she could hear faint music dancing through the flickering lights of the village. Sage shoved her hands in her pockets and exhaled into the spring night.

“Sage,” His voice made every hair on her body stand up. She spun around, hoping she didn’t look as nervous as she felt.

“Hi,” She breathed and they found each other in an embrace. He was wearing a black hoodie with something in Japanese embroidered on the chest and a black beanie. His cheeks were flushed and his nails were pink and blue. “I like the nails,” She smiled, putting her hands back in her pockets. He chuckles softly.

“A new thing I’ve been trying.” He reaches up and adjusts his beanie that had become lopsided during their hug as the silence sits uncomfortably between them. Sage clears her throat.

“Uh, do you want a drink?” She motions to the dark bar behind them. Harry looks apprehensively at it, knowing that being recognized would ruin any chance he had of having the conversation he needed to have with Sage. She noticed the unease on his face.

“Or we can just walk? The park isn’t too far from here,” She suggests lightly. His face softens and he nods.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. Let’s just walk.”

So they walk. Silently, at first, until Harry reaches out across the distance.

“I’m glad you agreed to meet me tonight. I know this is difficult and I want you to know that I care enough to fix this.” The sincerity in his voice shocks Sage. She looks at him, the light from street lamps and storefronts casting shadows on his face. She stops walking.

“I shouldn’t have left. I ran away. I shouldn’t have,” She doesn’t know why she’s saying this but the words force their way out of her mouth. He looks just as surprised as she does. “I don’t- It’s not easy for me to… I don’t know, I-”

“Sage, I know. I know,” He takes her in his arms and just holds her then. “I didn’t know what to say to you then.” She pulls away.

“Neither did I. I’m sorry,”

“Wait, just let me…” He straightens his beanie again and rocks on his heels. “I didn’t know what to say then, but I do now. Jesus, this is hard,” He lets out a strained laugh and looks at the sidewalk. Sage’s heart drops like a stone through her stomach. He’s gonna say it was a mistake and that he’s with Camille or something. She knows couldn’t bear losing him again.

“Not having you around, Sage, it was the hardest few months of my fucking life. When I heard you were seeing someone, it just destroyed me. I didn’t know why. I can’t- I need you. I-I love you. I don’t want to be your friend. I don’t want you to be with Jack, I want you. When you walked into my dressing room earlier I couldn’t fucking breathe, Sage, because everything I’ve been denying was right in front of me and I- fuck please say something, I’m gonna pass out if I don’t take a breath,” He pants a little and searches her face desperately. Sage’s mouth opens and her eyes are glassy. She can’t seem to form a word or a thought or anything and she just stands there like an idiot staring at him.

“I-” She starts. His beanie is tilted off to the side of his head again and she reaches up to fix it, taking a step towards him. She pulls it down and her hands find his cheeks. She smiles at him.

“I love you.” She says lowly. He smiles right back her. And kisses her. Oh my god, does he kiss her.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She pulls back, her nose and cheeks red and her smile permanent. “My turn. I wasn’t with Jack, I never was. I went to Europe because I couldn’t bear to face you after you started dating-”

“We only dated for a week. I realized she wasn’t you,”

They look at each other for a second.

“Hi” Sage whispers, finally.

“Hi” Harry beams back.

“Can we just start over?”

“Please, mon cherie,” He brushes his nose against hers, his awful French accent not enough to stop the goosebumps that rush over her exposed arms. Sage brings her lips back up to his and they seem drawn to each other with an unexplainable magnetism.

It’s everything he’s felt over the months they spent apart and thinking about her in France and dialing her number over and over again and her skin on his in her apartment and how she kissed him then and all the songs he’s written about her and how the thought of her with anyone else literally made his skin crawl and the moment he realized he’d been in love with her after writing that damn song and how he’s freezing and he doesn’t even care that they’re on the side of the street somewhere in New York City at 1am because he’s kissing Sage. Sage, who he’s been in love with since the moment they met at Rolling Stone all those years ago. And her Harry. He’s back and he feels the same that she does. He’s holding her so tight and she can feel his heartbeat against her chest. It’s all she’s ever wanted.

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This is part 2 of the original story which is on wattpad under the username "agustD_1013". Part two contains chapter 6-10

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Part 2

Y/N woke up as usual the next day and went to school. But today was strange, all the students were giggling as they watched her, and unlike the other days, Bambam, Jackson and Mark did not wait for her at the school gate. She decided to confront the three at lunchtime as she was getting late for her class.

As she entered the classroom she walked over to her desk, seeing all sorts of things scribbled on it. She just shook these things off her mind as she was more concerned about the other three. Half of the day passed by and everybody rushed to the cafeteria. She was not ready for it, she was not ready to confront them. All sorts of questions were wandering her mind;

What if the video was real? What if they did say those things about me?

No one was in the corridor, she assumed that they probably went out to eat, half the school doesn't even eat in the cafeteria. As she was walking in the corridor she saw pictures of her everywhere with rude things about her. Her doubts were turning into reality. It couldn't be a coincidence that the three didn't wait for her at the gate as they usually did, her desk scribbled with rubbish about her, and all these pictures with all sorts of blunt comments about her.

But when she opened the door to the cafeteria, she saw that the whole school was there. But that was not the problem now. She wandered her eyes until she let it land on Mark, Bambam and Jackson's table, but they were with her brother and their friends. Since when did they become friends with them. She was walking past all the tables to reach Mark, Bambam, and Jackson's table. Everybody was giggling at her, and shooting death glares. It made her feel uncomfortable talking to the three in front of them but she had built up all the courage in herself to go up to them. She brought out her mobile showing them the video blackpink had shown her before.

"This is not true, you never said those things about me, did you?" She asked, emotionally broken.

The entire cafeteria was quiet now, watching the drama they have been waiting for all along.

BTS & GOT7 let out small chuckles till Mark spoke up

"Well to me it doesn't look edited, so what do you think?"

"Why? Why would you do this to me? I trusted you guys, I thought you would never leave me" she asked emotionlessly.

"It's so sad that a worthless piece of shit like you fell for guys like us. Just saying but no one will ever love you, you're just a waste of space" Mark continued.

This was it, the moment everybody was waiting for. Everybody started laughing, including her brothers and the three.

Jackson stood up looking straight into her eyes opening his mouth to speak up

"It's your fault for trusting us. Just a little advice: don't trust anybody with that past of yours. You should research about somebody before trusting them, should've done that with us just like we did to you. Oh yeah you asked why right? Well I have two reasons; one because of what you have done to your family and how much you made them suffer, and two this is what we do; make girls fall for us and then break their hearts".

" Jackson, what are you telling her about pettiness. After what she has done to them do you think she can walk around proudly like she matters. Of course not but yet she does, that means she doesn't even have the slightest regret for making them suffer" Bambam said.

" Well we have a surprise for you" they said.

Y/N who now had her head hung low in misery, lifted her head up slowly with sorrow in her eyes. You could see the betrayal in them.

All the lights of the cafeteria went off and the projector started playing.

It was a video of Y/N, all her secrets which she shared with three that she trusted. Those secrets that were worth her life for her. It was not just that, but it was a hate video towards her. All rude comments, all those pictures that were taken of her when she was beaten up or spilled food on. They were all there. Y/N had never felt this humiliated in her life.

When the video ended she was just standing there shocked and ashamed. But this was not the end Suga came up to her and continued talking

"You should thank all of us for giving you a little break, and be ready now because it's ended".

Suddenly Bambam added to that "And this time it's not just them but also us"

She felt herself getting beaten up, but couldn't feel anything due to the numbness already in her body. Y/N just let it happen.

(Y/N p.o.v)

I felt myself getting severely beaten up. I let it happen. What was I thinking about those three, actually liking me. I should have known from the beginning that they're all liars. But they are right, why would anybody like someone like me?

(Narrator)

But after some while instead of warm stings of the beatings she felt herself being drenched in cold liquid; milk. All the students surrounding her threw all of their lunch at her. She could see IU from the corner of her eyes just staring at her emotionally. IU wasn't the one to beat her that often yet she hated her. Y/N believed this was the end of her.

(IU p.o.v)

I was just staring at how the school kids, BTS, and GOT7 were beating and throwing stuff at Y/N. Even though I'm her sister I never felt sorry for her. After all she has done, she deserves this. I was looking at how she was treated and I started crying. It's her fault she's being treated like this.

She couldn't take it anymore; all this humiliation was killing her. Her meaning came into her life in ten seconds but left in one.

She pushed past all the students to go home. Instead of doing what she usually would; to cry, she took a shower first and settled all her thoughts down. But she couldn't let her past keep on effecting her, she was pictured for something she didn't do.

(Y/N p.o.v)

The abuse and lies were killing me. I am framed for something I didn't do. I never did any of those things. Only if somebody understood me. Only if someone would listen to me. But I guess no one was sent down to help me.

(Narrator)

It all started 6 years ago. That time Y/N was 11 years old. She used to go to dance, and so one day when her mom picked her up from her dance class they were walking home happily; in fact, the happiest they had ever been. But suddenly a group of men came up to them and started beating her mom.

Y/N tried with all her will to stop them; she was crying for help but her cries were too low to be heard. Not only that but one guy was holding her down and he was too strong for her. One of the guys suddenly took out a knife and stabbed her mom three times.

All those men just left her and her dead mom there. She was a crying mess. Then she was just an eleven-year-old, she didn't know what to do.

She crawled to where her mom was lying and picked up the knife, and that's when people started appearing with the police and interviewers. It was like time had stopped to wait for the moment to capture the innocent.

Her mom's body was taken to the hospital and the next day she made the headlines;

"11-year-old the murderer of her mom".

It was all false accusations against her, and that time she had no evidence that it was not her. Even her own family believed it but when she was arrested she was released out of jail by her family, to save their pride.

Directly after that her family wanted to disown her but she was too young so they sent her to a mental hospital. After spending good two abusing years there, she was met with more abuse from her family and the students at school.

(Y/N p.o.v)

Till today I remember that day. It was never me who killed mom, it was those three men. Nobody believes me. But why? Why do they think I would ever kill her? Because of that incident till today I suffer 6 years of suffering and abuse

When can this stop? It was like time had stopped to frame the innocent, but why me? The only thing I remember from that time is one man talking on the phone; they were contract killers and the name Ailee. But I have no evidence to prove the truth. I think this is the end of me.

"Mom why couldn't you take me with you?"

"There is no use of being alive anymore"

"There's nothing to live for"

"I wish I was the one who died,that night"

Y/N recalled from her past, maybe it was her fault that her mother died. It was tomorrow that her life started; tomorrow was her birthday. She decided that tomorrow she was going to fix all the problems.

Instead of going to bed early today, she stayed up researching her mom's case. She wanted to bring justice to her mom and herself, knowing that there wouldn't be many articles about the truth. Half an hour had passed when she remembered something; hearing the name Ailee. She remembers her dad having a friend named Ailee from when she was young.

(Y/N P.O.V)

After searching for half an hour on the internet I never found anything, that's when something lit up in my mind. I remember hearing the name Ailee. After I think about it I also remember dad having a friend named Ailee. And Rosé's mom, isn't she also called Ailee. Could this name just be a coincidence or is she the same Ailee.

(Narrator)

That's when she found one article concerning the truth.

It listed only one witness that had heard the conversation between the men and the women on the other line when they were talking on the phone. The witness had stated that they were contract killers that they had killed the little girl's mom and not the little girl herself. She remembers hearing that the woman the guys were talking to was called Ailee. She overheard that the lady on the other line loved the victims husband a lot.

After reading that Y/N got all her conclusions correct. She opened a document and typed all her thoughts and conclusions that came matching. She printed it out and also the article from earlier.

(Y/N P.O.V)

I had finally found an article concerning the truth, so I clicked on it. I was just reading the article when tears started flowing down my face. I couldn't believe this, so all of it was true, it was not just me. But why didn't this witness stand up for the truth. She could've bought justice to mom. At least she said something to the media. Now I will bring justice to my mom.

(Narrator)

Y/N's dad has a secret hidden camera in every room to keep a track of what she does, but Y/N being the smart girl she is, she knows where all the cameras are hidden. Earlier she had already snuck into her dads' room and took the footage of her stepmom with another man. She put all her evaluations in an envelope with a note.

Now she could finally sleep in peace, knowing that tomorrow she was going to end all this hate.

She woke up by the loud shouting of her family & the ambulance sirens when she rushed down she saw Rosé being carried into the ambulance, followed by the rest of her family, leaving her alone there. Y/N was very worried about her sister and today was the day anyways. So, she followed them to the hospital Instead of going to her sister she went to the doctor who was in charge of Rosé. She discussed some things with him, and he nodded sadly.

After her discussion she rushed to the bathroom with her pocketknife and did it one last time; cut herself again but this time she kept on sliding the blade over her arm till she lost consciousness, until everything went black for her. The doctors found her barely 15 minutes later and rushed her to the emergency.

Meanwhile Rosé was rushed to the emergency, she started getting a severe chest pain and they needed to find the donor within the day. GOT7 were also there including; Bambam, Jackson & Mark. They thought of Rosé as their own sister.

The doctors tried with all their will to save Y/N but were unfortunate. She had decided it that she was going to commit suicide on her birthday. She put an end to the problem the same date it started. Now she could join her mother in heaven, but she didn't die sinfully.

Rosé's doctor came rushing giving the grateful news;

"We've found a healthy donor, she will be saved & there's no need to stress out". After around five hours the operation was done and Rosé was saved.

Rosé woke up some hours after the operation. Her dad had asked the doctor for permission to know who the donor is.

"According to the donors will she did not want me to tell you. However, I believe you have the full right to know the person that saved your daughter's life, so follow me" he said. and with that the entire family and friends followed him to the morgue room.

When the doctor slipped the white cloth of her face they were shocked and hurt, it was: Y/N. She committed suicide not just to end the pain but save her sister from dying, that too on the day she was born. Everybody was speechless, they were suddenly feeling guilty for their actions, but it was too late. The silence was broken by the cries of Rosé. Bambam, Mark & Jackson all felt guilty for how they humiliated her thinking this was all their fault. Her dad, BTS, IU, and the rest of GOT7 were in the same situation as them. Nobody had anything to say, so they left the room to not feel more hurt.

As Rosé was very healthy she was discharged in two days. Her family was there with her the entire time. When they reached home everybody was silent, except for Ailee. For her it was like nothing even happened. They decided to all help clean Y/N's bedroom. But when they entered it they saw how old it was, how dusty it was, and how it had stains everywhere. But Rosé's eyes fell on the envelope, which they all opened together. After they saw all the evaluation and whatever she wrote they were broken into pieces. Ailee was Y/N's stepmom who used to love Y/N's dad way too much, but her dad didn't think of her in the same way. They were just friends back then. So, she assigned contract killers to murder her mom so that her dad will start falling for her. Which she accomplished in. After years of trying she gained the love she wanted but soon noticed that this love was not for her dad but the company. Her second plan was to murder her dad too so that the company will be on her name. And get remarried to the dude that Y/N saw with the other day. They picked out the USB and watched through it; seeing Ailee making out with another man. The evidence was in that too. Suga finally took out the note and read it aloud

"Start of new and please bring justice to us"

They were all heartbroken. This was so deceiving, having blamed an own family member. The relation between them all which was supposed to be built on trust was broken. Because of the media and their hurtful words, they crushed the once cheerful girl. Was their relation so faint that they couldn't believe her even once? That they chose the media's lies over her truth?

Instead of going to Ailee to ask her what this is, they immediately called the police and showed them proof which led Ailee to be arrested. Rosé felt very hurt that her mother could do such a thing.

The news spread quickly over the whole country. Everybody at school felt ashamed, nearly everybody in town felt ashamed and guilty. The girl they've been portraying as a murderer since she was little, was innocent all along. It was all their fault that she's ended up like this. And now when all is gone, when it's too late they feel guilty. The only thing they could do for her was be available for her funeral which was held after 3 days.

Everybody was there, everybody cried, they were all ashamed, and everybody was guilty. They stared at her gravestone;

"In memorial of Y/N, born 13 November 2002, died 13 November 2019"

They lived the rest of their lives in regret.

#kpop #blackpink #bts #got7

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levyfiles · 5 years

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27 for the end of year asks?

#27. Have you done anything that scared you?

Ooof Ok. A little backstory then. Warning: this is a long little personal irl tale and hopefully interesting enough to be worth sharing so I’ll put it under a cut.

Before I got my promotion in January, I had spent all of last year already doing the work for less of the pay because my manager trained me to do all the paperwork and accounting for her on Wednesday so she could focus on other stuff. I was fully trained to run the accounting on the full slot count every day but there were no shifts available for me to be supervisor because a guy (let’s call him R) who had worked there much longer than I had taken on more shifts earlier last year. I was patient and worked full time, I even covered for anyone who was sick, did my time until said guy moved on to another department.

Suddenly the shifts opened up and unfortunately at the same time, another guy (we’ll call him B) who had the Saturday supervising shift took some time off because of an injury and of course, like I said in an earlier ask, a really shitty worker quit. I was, from the end of February and all of March and April, running the department from Thursday to Sunday with 3 brand new workers who I had to train at the same time as do the job I had to. It was hard, the hours were longer, and there were times I really felt so drained I thought I’d never get my regular life back.

B quit permanently because he couldn’t do the more physical aspects of our work which involve hauling 1 tonne iron carts full of over 500 slot machine casettes full of money across the casino and then opening said casettes one by one to count and sort the cash. The job involves a lot of repetitive hand-intensive tasks and for all the math and stacks of cash and electrical sorters, the hardest part of the job is getting the money off the floor at hours between 2am - 4am or at earliest 6am. It takes a toll on people and the body. I’m lucky enough that I’ve always been nocturnal so the hours are me at my sharpest and strongest.

At some juncture in May, R who had gone to tables to be a dealer wanted to come back. The hours were shit and guests who play poker are too often assholes to the card dealers. I learned the news second hand from a guest service manager that my manager had already agreed to reschedule him to come back.immediately. I confronted R who had neither told me he was leaving to begin with and didn’t tell me he had plans to come back. He told me everything I heard was true and worse. I was terrified because a) what I had had to go through to train the new crew b) the large amount of time I’d spent waiting for this promotion.

It hurt all the more because R happens to be one of my really good friends. I called my manager that morning to ask her about it. I’ll always think about that phone call and what it taught me about how people are in positions of authority even when they tell you ‘you can talk to me about anything’. Her first reaction was to act like she didn’t know what I was talking about and she flip-switched the moment I told her who told me about it. That I had asked R personally and he told me his return date, that he’d been guaranteed by higher management that he could come back and that everything would be the same; that his stint on the dealing tables was just a trial to see if he would like it given that the dealing department was short (for obvious reasons). She sighed and switched up her tack, suddenly it was “no one was supposed to know” and other crap. Finally I was able to work up the nerve to ask her, “After all we’ve been through, me and the new crew; am I going to lose my position so R can come back and have his old one?” She seemed surprised by the question and the entire conversation in general, but she guaranteed that there was a miscommunication; that R’s return would only impact the new girls. My position was safe.

This bothered me. It bothered me because my manager, before news of R’s coming back had dropped, had started training one of these new girls (let’s call her S) to cover my position if I was ever sick or injured (very normal thing to do) so now there would be 3 people on the crew who could do the job I was doing. Before R wanted back in, I was relieved that maybe S would get a supervising shift so I wouldn’t be so overwhelmed.

Now this is where it gets complicated. The schedule was all over the place. S was now fully trained to cover for anyone who didn’t show, got sick, or injured is great at her job; we all love her. She fits right in. and is always willing to cover shifts and has since become my movie-night buddy. A week after she was trained, my manager sends me an email saying that we’ve got the new crew cemented, she’s got the new schedule all worked out. She keeps me on Thursdays and Fridays, gives R Saturdays, and then S takes Sunday because, according to my manager “Everyone who’s trained to supervise and do the accounting needs to have a regular shift. It’s only fair.”

So just a reminder, the whole of last year I was put on call, working under two adolescent dudes who I had to push myself to my physical limit to be as good as all while waiting and wondering if a shift would ever open up; if I’d ever be able to actually get paid for the job I was already doing for my manager on Wednesdays. That whole time it had never seemed to occur to her to give me one of R or B’s shifts, but now suddenly she has someone new on that’s not me, it’s all about being fair and delegating out shifts fairly. I was really hurt. It was that all my hard work this past two years would mean nothing and to speak up would mean I’d be ruining S’s chance, have her waiting as long as I did or maybe longer to earn a shift. Usual me would do nothing, just take what I had got and never really speak about how mad and hurt I was about being passed over for a year and only given a promotion when my manager had lost two of her staff. I was mad that a guy could leap between departments and still be guaranteed everything and It made me concerned that if I hadn’t called her that morning, would she have bothered to preserve my position. Would it have been a no communication, silent demotion where I check the schedule and everything’s back to what it was last year. It’s hard watching that happen, hard not to think when you’re the one mixed-race black girl in a small predominately white run casino that being treated like crap feels equated to something a little more deep-seated than just coincidence or circumstance.

First I talked to S. I just asked her how she felt about the job, about the trial by fire she went through in her first months working with us and she had been hinting a lot lately about how she felt a little bit of resentment for R because with his return, she was worried her and I wouldn’t be as close. That was a whole other thing we would later need to work out. The conclusion we got to was she didn’t want a supervising shift because she was working part time in maintenance outdoors and she liked it that way. I on the other hand, only have the department we were in.

I made the decision not to be usual me. It was mid-June and I invited my manager out for breakfast after work one day and I sat with her over eggs at Denny’s and I told her how the past year had felt, how it had looked when she made the decision to cut my shifts in the fashion of fairness when I had waiting a year and some months since being trained to get a chance at a regular supervising shift, that when i finally did get the promotion, it was like being abandoned because it was only after R and B were gone. I was terrified the whole time I gave my little speech because I didn’t want to appear angry or overly emotional in any capacity because if she was doing this on purpose, my reaction could easily be taken as aggressive and then I would definitely lose it all.

I was surprised. She apologised to me, said that the thought had never occurred to her that I had been waiting, that she wished I had said something before. Feels strange now. She could easily have been lying to me, but ultimately it doesn’t matter. Now R, S, and I work together and we have a lot of fun at work and we help one another. I still keep all my supervising shifts and R (who turns out is a part time streamer on Twitch) wanted more time off anyway so there’s been no bad blood at all. Weirdly enough, in August, we all went to R’s wedding and celebrated with him until they packed up the venue, and just yesterday, we had a dinner together with R and his wife, S, me and another one of our coworkers. We feel like family most days and that is worth the terror and the fear I had going into the job to start with and speaking up for myself. Sometimes shit like that works out and I don’t think I’m going to be too meek or afraid to take a leap like that where my job’s concerned anymore.

(bravo if you made it to the end of this weird little story

#personal #ask game #sequencefairy

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ghostlywritten · 6 years

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How Dare You I.

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You sighed as you organised the table, which had makeup utensils scattered all over. It was always hectic before a show and no matter how clean you kept everything it would always end up as if a hurricane had passed through it. You went to the bathroom to wash out the used beauty blenders before you took your bag with the necessary equipment to brush up the boys’ make up during the breaks backstage.

Being a makeup artist was stressful when you had limited time but mostly it was an easy job and pretty exciting, considering you were in the ultimate vicinity of idols. You were happy to be assigned to Ikon for over two years now, they were a funny lot if they didn’t happen to burn the stage at the moment. You had hoped to get close to them (not just physically when you had to make them look flawless) but it seemed that you were just a secondary character they occasionally made small talk with as you did your job. Not wanting to seem desperate you laid off, only talking when talked to and otherwise minding your own business.

Of course, there were also times they were too hyped up for their own good - when they won an award for example. You remembered that one time where Hanbin had cried at their 1st win whilst the others were jumping around like mad dogs and you had dabbed his tears away with a small smile, quietly whispering a ‘congratulations’ to him.

Hanbin.

That was probably the only time he had truly looked at you, thanking you sincerely as he tried to keep his tears at bay.

Your heart fluttered slightly as you thought of him. You didn’t know what it was about him that stood out to you; he wasn’t the loudest or the funniest member, something you usually found more attractive. Rather, he let his members shine and lead them quietly from the back whilst occasionally being a dork himself. It was endearing how he cared non-verbally for them and you guessed that was what drew you in. It was safe to say, you had a hard time keeping your hands from shaking whenever you had to do his make up so most of the time you tried to avoid him in order not to embarrass yourself.

‘But lately…,’ you thought as you trailed after your colleagues, ‘it seems impossible.’ The past weeks you always ended up being his artist through some coincidence or another as the other members snatched up all the other available make up artists, leaving you to him. And lately it seemed like he finally got aware of your existence, openly staring at you when he used to always close his eyes for a little rest during your work. You had liked those times the most, amazed at how innocent he looked when he napped.

The sound of thunderous footsteps brought you out of your mind and you glanced up to see the boys coming down the stage with exhausted but still happy faces. “Good job!” their manager said, clapping their backs, “Now freshen up and head down to the seats.” As if on cue, Hanbin popped up in front of you expectantly before you even had the chance to blink, bending down slightly to match your height. You tried not to get flustered as you ripped off a few tissues to dry the sweat glistening on his face. That wasn’t the part you enjoyed very much.

A small huff escaped his lips as he watched you keenly and you looked up to see his eyes twinkling slightly in amusement. “You look so disgusted right now,” he said lowly and your jaw almost dropped at the fact that he talked to you. Sure, you had to be around him a lot nowadays but he had never actually tried talking to you before. ‘Must be the high of performing at an award show,’ you mused, trying to keep your expression cool and your heart calm.

“It’s not like anyone would enjoy wiping sweat off as their job,” you responded dryly and he smirked.

“I’m sure a few fans wouldn’t mind,” he retorted, biting his lip. You cursed your eyes for flickering down and immediately looked away but you knew he saw. You could practically hear the grin as you fumbled through your bag for a sponge and foundation, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“You are not welcome,” you mumbled, causing him to chuckle slightly. Trying to fight off the warmth on your cheeks, you reapplied his makeup where it had worn off and he thankfully stayed quiet, opting to watch you again instead. “Do you know that you have the most beautiful eyes in the world?” he suddenly said when you were almost done, causing you to smash the sponge against his nose in surprise. “Ouch!” he exclaimed, holding his nose slightly as he pouted. Your eyes widened in guilt and surprise. “I’m so sorry!” What the hell was up with him though? “Does it hurt a lot?”

He laughed, shaking his head as he dropped his hands and looked down, “No. But do I have to expect you trying to kill me with a sponge every time I compliment you?”

“Probably, yeah,” you joked, inwardly cringing in embarrassment.

“Well, that’s tough,” he mused as you finished off your work with shaking fingers, “I can’t not compliment my future girlfriend now after all.”

“Your what?” you blurted, eyes wide. Where did this suddenly come from? Hanbin simply winked with a smile that caused his dimple to deepen, making your heart flip as he turned away when his stylist called him out for the outfit change. “I will see you later, Y/N.”

That was how you winded up being Hanbin’s girlfriend. Well, kind of. You didn’t believe what he was saying at first and excused his behaviour as a simple mood swing or something else. But when you avoided the aftershow party that night, he asked you why you hadn't been there the next time you met and you ended up talking to him again during your work and again and again, the chatter always growing more animated every time until the one day he asked you out.

He had been talking to you like usual but you had noticed he got distracted whenever his other members passed by, nudging him or sending him some non-verbal messages through gestures or smirks. He would smirk as well, waving them off before he turned his attention back to you. You hadn’t payed it any mind, knowing they liked to tease each other often but looking back on it now, you probably should have taken it as the first indication on what was to come.

“So…,” he dragged on as you finished and started to organise your table, expecting him to leave. “As your boyfriend, I should probably take you out on a date once in a while if I’m correct.”

“Excuse me?” you asked with raised eyebrows. You were more relaxed around him now that you got to know him better but that didn’t stop your heart from hammering still whenever you got close to him...or when he talked like this.

“You know, a date. Where a guy and girl or a guy and a guy or a girl and a girl go out al-”

“I know what a date is,” you cut him off.

He smirked. “Could have fooled me.”

Snatching up a fixing spray, you sprayed him and he flinched away like a cat, groaning like he was about to die. You laughed slightly before you turned away with the used beauty blenders, walking towards the bathroom to clean them up as usual. What wasn’t usual was that Hanbin immediately sprung up and followed you like a puppy. “Does Saturday at 7 sound good?” he asked, watching you clean up as he leaned against the doorway, “I saw this cool restaurant open up in Gangnam.”

“What makes you think I’m going out with you?” you dared to ask, mentally applauding yourself for not stuttering when your heart was ready to jump out of your chest.

“Why not? You’re my girlfriend after all,” he teased, leaning into the doorway as he snuck closer, causing you to naturally bend away in order to keep yourself sane.

“And since when am I that?” you asked, “I haven’t ever seen you go down on one knee and ask me.”

“Seriously?” he said deadpanned and you giggled slightly before nodding with a shrug. “Is that what’s going to take to make you mine?” You blushed heavily at his words, causing him to grin like a goof before he kneeled down, clasping his hands together. Your eyes widened in shock and you noticed people close by paying attention to the scene he was causing. “Please, oh please Y/N L/N. Take me as your boyfriend!”

“Hanbin-ah,” you mumbled, fidgeting nervously under all the stares.

“I promise to keep you happy, now and forever.”

“Get the hell up.”

“Not until you agree.”

“Hanbin!”

“Y/N.” You bit your lip, going to hide behind the bathroom door. Hanbin chuckled, getting up to peek over at you. “What do you say?”

“Fine,” you mumbled through your fingers, not letting him see your red face even when he grabbed at your wrists, “I will go out with you.”

“Yes!” he cheered, turning to the others at the room. “She said yes!” The others cheered as well as if you had just agreed to marry him and you shook your head at him as you finally dropped your hands to see his beaming face. “You’re an idiot.”

But from then on he was your idiot. Or at least you were dating the idiot for a month before he actually dared to shyly ask you to be his girlfriend for real and you said yes, making you an official couple that no one outside of the YG building knew about. It was safe to say you weren’t a secondary character anymore after becoming Hanbin’s girlfriend.

People noticed you more, whispering about you and you saw a few colleagues giving you dirty looks as if you were going to be treated better by any high authority from now on. Fact was, nothing had changed. You weren’t sleeping your way up the corporate ladder, you were still the same makeup artist with the same status and the same amount of work as before.

So, seeing your foundation bottle opened up with the content spilled all over your utensils in your bag for the second time this week made you seethe at the unfairness of it all. You took a deep breath, fully aware of the bustling people around you and forced yourself to remain calm.

“What’s the matter, jagi?” you heard Hanbin say as he leaned in from behind, peeking over your shoulder. “Ooh, that’s a mess.”

“Yeah…,” you sighed, walking over to the bathroom with the bag to start cleaning the utensils.

“Shit happens, don’t fret about it,” Hanbin soothed, pushing your hair from your face and rubbing your back comfortingly. You immediately relaxed as the pent-up anger dissolved into nothingness, leaving you to stare at him in awe. How did he do that? Having this much of an affect on you after a single month would have been scary to you if you didn’t feel so safe around him. Whenever you were with him, you felt untouchable.

“I guess you are right,” you said, not wanting to bother him with your issues. Now that the anger was gone, you felt silly getting riled up about such a small matter.

“Hey, you know what,” Hanbin suddenly spoke up and you glanced at him questioningly, “This is where I first asked you out, remember?” You laughed slightly as you recalled the embarrassing scene and he beamed in success. He closed in on you, trapping you against the sink as he shut the door behind him with a smirk, “I think we should celebrate.”

“What? In a bathro-,” you were cut off when he dove down to claim your lips. Your breath got caught in your throat, taken aback but you quickly relaxed, giving into him. He smiled slightly, wrapping his arms around you to draw you closer and you reached up to play with his hair, enjoying every second of it. Biting down on his lip, you took the initiative to deepen the kiss, causing him to growl. You could feel him get into it before he suddenly held himself back, reluctantly pulling away.

You sucked in the breath you didn’t realise your lungs needed as he placed his forehead against yours, focusing on regaining his own breath. Glancing up, you noticed him avoiding your eyes as his stayed locked on your lips. “Is everything alright?” you asked softly, placing a hand on his cheek. He nodded mutely, leaning into your touch. “I...I have to tell you something,” he whispered and if you hadn't been so close you probably wouldn’t have heard him.

“What is it? You can tell me anything, jagi,” you cooed, nudging his nose with yours affectionately. His eyes softened and you felt like you could drown in the sea of his chocolate brown eyes. Chocolate brown wasn’t even accurate as it would turn into the shade of pure amber when the sun hit his face. Or pitch black when he was angry.

“I…,”

“Yes?”

He breathed in deeply before his shoulders sagged as if in defeat. Drawing you closer, he nuzzled the side of your cheek before whispering in your ear, “I really like you.”

You chuckled slightly and wrapped your arms around him. “I really like you, too.”

Another month passed and you were starting to get closer to the other boys. It began with Jiwon, who insisted to have his makeup done by you because he felt like Hanbin was being treated better and getting too handsome, demanding to be turned as pretty as his youngster. You had giggled at that and proceeded to work as detailed as you could. The satisfied nod at the end was like an entry pass to the Ikon world as every other member took their turn the next days, chatting animatedly with you.

“So...Y/N,” Junhoe started, a sly smirk on his face as you mixed two foundations colours together to match his skin tone, “You and Hanbin, eh?”

“Yes, me and Hanbin, eh,” you mimicked, causing him to chuckle slightly.

“It’s going on well, I see,” he remarked, inspecting you closely, “You like him a lot, right?”

“Yes,” you said without any ounce of hesitation and his smirk widened. He leaned forward conspiratorially, “Do you perhaps even love him?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Why do you want to know?” you questioned whilst you were thinking about it. Did you love him? It certainly felt more than a simple crush and you could imagine being with him for a long while. Was that love?

“I’m just curious,” Junhoe replied, shaking you out of your thoughts. You focused back on applying a bit of dark eyeshadow on his lid, causing him to close his eyes, “He is one of my best friends...I don’t want to see him hurt, I guess.”

You smiled warmly at that, always internally squealing at their rare moments of showing affection (and a tiny bit jealous of their close bond. What would you give for a friendship like that?). “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt him in any way. Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky, which he blinked at in surprise before a small smile reached his lips, intertwining his pinky with yours. You failed to see the guilt flash across his face when you turned away.

“I told you not to zoom in,” Hanbin complained as he pushed Jiwon away and walked towards you, “Hey, what are you guys talking about?” he asked almost uneasily, shooting Junhoe a look you couldn’t decipher.

“Nothing much, bro,” Junhoe replied casually, standing up to free his seat for him and leaving with a friendly smile towards you.

“Should I be jealous?” Hanbin mumbled into your hair as he wrapped his arms around you and you shook your head with a chuckle.

“No, jeez. Sit down,” you said, pushing him onto the chair. He willingly dropped onto it (otherwise you probably wouldn’t have been able to) and looked up at you with a smirk, “I like it when they are dominant.” Blushing deeply, you threw a tissue at him before proceeding to do his makeup with a small ‘idiot’ muttered his away.

He chuckled deeply before silently watching your concentrating face, warmth flooding his eyes and a small but goofy grin plastered on his lips. “There is this annual YG party at the end of the month,” he eventually spoke up, fiddling with your hair that hung between you two. “You going with me?”

“What a romantic way to ask me out,” you commented dryly and he gave you a look. You raised an eyebrow, “Is the honeymoon phase over already?” He playfully poked your belly before swiftly tugging you down by the neck to give you a short but deep kiss. Pulling away slightly he whispered against your lips, “Never.” It took you a second to snap out of the daze he put you in before you sharply slapped him over the head, looking around. “You pabo, someone could have seen this.”

“So?” he mumbled, rubbing his head with a pout, “They already know.”

“Still,” you muttered back, biting your lip when you saw two stylists glaring daggers at you. “What’s the matter?” Hanbin questioned, craning his neck to follow your line of sight but you just pulled him back around, “Nothing. Stop moving or we will never get done here.” He looked at you with narrowed eyes but opted to not push you and instead continued, “So, will you be my date for the party?”

“I don’t know, I never go to those,” you said slowly as you blended the foundation in with a sponge, “Parties are not my thing in general.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he said, thinking back on all the other party invitations you had declined so far, “But this is an annual company thing. You are actually obliged to come.”

“I call in sick every time,” you said simply, causing him to chuckle. “This time, it’s different. You have a boyfriend that needs a date to that party.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Since when is that required?”

“Since now that I told you so.” You rolled your eyes. “Please?” he asked, giving his best imitation of puppy eyes. You sighed, “Fine. But only for a few hours.” He pumped his fist in the air in silent cheer before he sprung up from his seat, done with the makeup. “Thanks, jagi!” he said, pecking your cheek as he went off to get his mic on. You shook your head affectionately.

The party was in full swing as you arrived after having trouble deciding what to wear. Nothing seemed elegant or or fitting enough and at the end you snuck into Blackpink’s wardrobe and took a simple black glitter dress that went past your mid thigh and was off the shoulder on one side. You paired it up with simple black boots and a watch on your wrist, leaving your hair down.

The music hit you as soon as you stepped into the hall and you were slightly overwhelmed by the amount of people standing around, chattering animatedly with champagne glasses in their hands.

You stared around in awe at the fancy decor until someone called out your name. “Y/N! Over here!” Song yelled from the top of his lungs and you cringed slightly when more than a few heads turned to look at the commotion. Ducking your head you swiftly walked over, slapping Song's arm half-heartedly. “Way to gain everyone’s attention,” you said with an eye roll and he whined, clutching his arm dramatically to which you chuckled.

“I don’t think that’s what gained everyone’s attention,” Junhoe commented, who stood next to a gaping Hanbin as he gave you an appreciative once-over, “Damn, you look nice.” You blushed a little, thanking him quietly and that was what knocked your boyfriend back to his senses. He shot a quick glare at his member before stepping closer to you, his expression turning dazed again as he wrapped his arms around you. “You look beautiful,” he said almost shyly, tugging at a strand of your hair affectionately. You smiled widely, “Thanks. You look pretty smart, too.”

“I’m always smart,” he stated obnoxiously, causing his other members to groan and turn away. You laughed at their reaction and the grumpy look Hanbin threw at them, tugging on the collar of his suit to turn him back to you cheekily. He immediately smirked, letting you pull him closer as you rubbed your nose against his and pecked his lips quickly. “How daring of you. Weren’t you always afraid of people watching?” he teased, rubbing circles on your back as he started swaying you both to the music. “Hm, yes,” you admitted, glancing around, “But people are otherwise preoccupied so I think this is okay.”

“I’m all for it,” he said, leaning his forehead against your temple as his lips brushed over your cheek, “Everyone should know you are mine here.”

“They already do,” you mumbled into his chest shyly, “You made sure of it.” His deep chuckle made you look up at him again, “Damn right, I did.”

The whole evening was spent with Hanbin glued to your side as you talked to people you had never talked to before in the company and you were surprised how you enjoyed this party more than you had expected. But you were reminded why you didn’t like parties when the music started blasting louder and the previously relaxed and small-talk atmosphere turned into a disco with people crowding the place to dance their hearts out.

You sighed for the umpteenth time as someone pushed you, elbowing your ribs and wondered how people could stand doing this every weekend. You sighed in relief when you spotted Hanbin with the others seated on one the rare couches where you had left them for a quick run to the toilet.

Just when you were about to step closer you were being pushed away to the side. ‘Having a drink in hand would be a disaster in a place like this,’ you thought randomly before you focused back on reaching the boys’.

You could hear their voices when you were close enough but stopped upon hearing what they were saying.

“Make one bet with this guy and he automatically falls in love,” Junhoe slurred, obviously already a little drunk.

You stared as they roared in laughter - especially Junhoe and Song - clapping high fives. Your boyfriend in the middle staying quiet and looking to the ground with his elbows leaning on his knees.

“It’s kind of cute...and a little pathetic,” Song remarked, nudging his leader playfully.

“Pathetic of him to fall for her or of her for falling for his lies?” Junhoe smirked, looking more at Hanbin.

“Both!” You bit your lip as they all started laughing, the sound of it piercing your chest like a knife as if they were repeatedly stabbing every inch of it. And here you thought, you had made friends. When it was all a lie from the very beginning.

You watched your boyfriend sigh in resignation but also smile a tiny smirk at their jests. “I still won, didn’t I?” he replied triumphantly, cutting off their teasing, “She is a sweet girl, but it was really easy.” Pang. “Don’t worry, though. I don’t want your money.” Pang. “I don’t need it anyways.” One blow after another to your heart.

“Yah, but wait!” Junhoe interrupted, wiggling his fingers, “She hasn’t said the three magic words to you yet.”

“She doesn’t need to. I know she loves me,” Hanbin said confidently, “All I have to do is say it first and she will reply. But I still got time, don’t I?” The smile with the dimple that used to make your pulse race caused it wilter in despair upon hearing his words.

“Are you going to break up with her after she said it?” Chanwoo asked and Junhoe ‘ooh’ed. “That would be one hell of a slap to her face!”

But Hanbin shook his head, his eyes softening, “No...I do really like her. She is a sweet girl.”

It went quiet for a bit until, “Pathetic!” Junhoe hollered and the others erupted into laughter again. Hanbin sighed, shaking his head with the same smile still plastered on his face. That was until he looked up and caught your eye. His face went slack as his eyes widened and he could immediately tell that you had heard everything. At this party, despite the loud music and the chattering, cheering crowd around you, you had heard everything.

And you wished you hadn’t.

“Y/N…,” he mouthed as you gave him one long, tear-filled glare before you turned away. For good.

II.

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After hours- Chapter 4 A professor Loki Fanfic

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Summary: Evelyn Monroe has been a TA for professor Laufeyson’s Calculus course for four months now. He was known to be quite strict, but that never deterred her from applying for the position in order to be close to the man she had been secretly pining for. One evening, she returns to his office after opening hours… and with her bountiful luck, she walks in on something not meant to be seen.

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If Evelyn thought she would get a wink of sleep that night, she was sadly mistaken.

Her thoughts were insistent on replaying certain scenes inside her head, which led her to overthink many things regarding Professor Laufeyson.

She would get flustered when she thought about how nice it felt to sit in his lap, then she’d remember how good he’d smelt. Then the next moment, she’d want a dark hole to swallow her up when she thought about how she ended up there, and why he even bothered to hold her.

In addition to that, she also spent the majority of the time thinking about the woman he was with. While there were many striking similarities between them, there were also differences. The first being that she was much more…voluptuous.

Before the woman could hide the entirety of her lady bits behind her professor’s desk, she saw that her breasts were larger by a considerable margin; While Evelyn wasn’t small-chested, her boobs weren’t nearly as large. The lady’s backside was also quite round and plump, taking the blows of her professor’s…paddle… like jelly.

In simpler terms, the woman was thick. With not one, but three C’s.

Evelyn refused to be a hater and assume she had some work done on her assets, but she wouldn’t deny the possibility.

She continued to compare herself endlessly to the woman - and what she thought her professor’s type might be.

The woman seemed much more mature, experienced, and desirable. And unfortunately, the more she focused on those differences, the more she found the similarities to be mere coincidences.

Evelyn even began to think that she probably did mishear her name. After all, why would he say her name, of all things? Although they had grown comfortable with talking to each other over the past year, he still treated her like all his other students.

He was more attentive for sure, but she attributed that to the fact that she was just slower than the rest of her peers.

And just like that, her insecurities continued to eat at her throughout the night, and well into the morning.

Crushing on a professor really sucks ass…

Evelyn was practically dead on her feet as she went about her day - she opted to stay home and laze about, neglecting to work on her art assignments. She’d curse herself tomorrow when she has to play catch-up, but she didn’t care at the moment as she curled up on the couch to watch her favorite cooking channel.

“Eve! Come do my hair!” Candice came bouncing into the living room, hair wet and comb in tow, “Cmon, get your lazy ass up and help me.”

Evelyn did not bother to raise her head as she replied, “Leave my lazy ass alone and do it yourself.”

“Pleaasee! You know I can’t do hair…”

Candice continued to pester her until she finally gave in, “Okay! Fine! But just know you’re cooking today.”

“Yeah yeah…” Candice plopped her butt unto the couch, handing her the comb, “Bantu knots, I want my curls like yours.”

As Evelyn began to part through her hair, Candice snapped her fingers as if remembering something, “Oh..! You still a TA for professor kinkster or nah?”

Candice yelped as Evelyn combed her hair a bit too roughly, “Prof…Professor what now?”

“You know…whack whack, paddle-waddle. Professor Laufeyson, duh. Did you give him the letter?”

Evelyn gave her elder sister an exasperated look, “Can - can you not call him that? Where did that come from…”

“Eve, you said he was tenderizing some booty with a paddle. He’s kinky as shit!”

“Is.. is that a bad thing, or..?” Evelyn never questioned the oddity of what she witnessed until now, as she thought that everyone did that sort of thing during sex.

“Nah.. it depends on what you like. Some people are into it, but not me.” Candice began to casually munch on some chips that had been left on the coffee table, “You should Google it - Bondage, whips, crazy sex toys, etcetera. Like I said though, not my thing.”

“What.. what in the world are you talkin’ about?” Evelyn was flabbergasted, and it showed clearly on her face.

“Look, all I’m saying is that he’s a freak in the sheets. End of story. Now did you give him the dang letter or not?”

Her head was still reeling from what she was just informed of, but was focused enough to answer her question, “Yeah… I gave it to him.. But…” Her dark skin began to flush red as she once again recalled the events, “I kinda like…passed out? Then woke up in his lap…”

Candice began to choke on her chips, “You.. you what now..? Like…how?!”

“I mean, I didn’t really eat much that day, and then he got too close -“

” - So because he got close…you fainted? Then you woke up…in his lap? His lap sis? Don’t you think that’s a bit…intimate for a teacher to do?“

Evelyn paused, resting the comb in her hair, "Yeah, but… it didn’t really mean anything right? He was probably just worried…”

“Evelyn. Come on.” Candice turned around to give her a pointed look, “Now I know you’re not this stupid…”

“Well, apparently I am! What am I not getting here?”

Her sister looked at her oddly, “Man…mama sheltered your ass to the max. Are you actually this naive?”

Evelyn crossed her arms, a frown coming upon her brows, “Instead of patronizing me, tell me what the hell’s so wrong?”

“Eh… you’ll just get mad. Forget I said anything.”

“Tell me Candice…or you can just finish your damn hair yourself.”

Candice kissed her teeth, “Tsk, don’t get mad, okay? He just seems like…hmm… how do I say this…”

She paused, considering her words carefully, “Like he’s the type to…you know, fuck his students on the regular…have hoes on call, you know the works. Just warning you, I don’t want your feelings hurt.”

“What - No! I mean I get why you think that, but he’s… he’s not like that at all… he apologized to me, and when I asked about the girl, he said she wasn’t a student -”

“ - So she’s his girlfriend then?”

Evelyn was stumped, “No…? I mean… he didn’t really clarify…”

Candice sighed, her expression bordering on pity as she looked at her, “Look, I’m saying this for your own good…but don’t get your hopes up with this man. First of all, he’s your professor who’s like, 13 years your senior? And then -”

“ - It’s just a damn crush, it was never that serious. Drop it.” Evelyn’s voice was cracked with emotion, almost yelling.

“Okay…okay… I’m sorry. You do you.”

Candice grew silent as Evelyn rushed to finish her hair. After that conversation, she just wanted to be alone.

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It had been a few hours since Evelyn hid away inside her room, sitting at her work desk. She was upset with Candice not only because of the condescending manner in which she spoke to her… but for what she assumed about the professor that she’d come to know.

From what she’d learned about him, Professor Laufeyson was anything but a womanizer. He had good looks, but she has never seen him interact with or entertain any female on campus unprofessionally - and they threw themselves at him in literal droves.

Well, until that night that is…

Evelyn wiped her eyes in frustration, as she tried to push Candice’s words to the back of her head. Sometimes she was helpful in her bits of advice, but today it felt extremely unneeded.

She opened up her laptop, intent on sucking herself into a black hole of memes and mindless entertainment to get her mind off things.

That was until a loud ping! notification flashed at the side of her screen.

It was from her outlook account, where she had set up her school email address. She had neglected to check it in the week she was absent due to a certain someone, and she regretted being so childish now. She probably missed out on a ton of important emails from her other professors, and Evelyn hoped there wasn’t anything urgent.

But when she logged in, she did not expect to see three unread emails from professor Laufeyson, the third sent to her inbox just yesterday.

Laufeyson, Loki Fri 4/12 TA position Evelyn, it was a very pleasant surp…

Laufeyson, Loki Thur 4/11 Office visitation: Please stop by at your earliest convenience

Good morning, I understand that due to certain circums…

Laufeyson, Loki Wed 4/10 Important: Regarding yesterday’s incident

It is imperative that we discuss…

Seeing three emails in a row from professor Laufeyson really knocked her for six. Whenever she had questions and decided to email him, he would never reply- only answering them when he saw her in person. She found it to be counter-productive, but never really dared to complain about it.

But considering the circumstances, she guessed it was understandable - he probably thought she would go around blabbing his business, so he took to damage control. Regardless, her heart started to race as she opened the email from earlier on in the week- opting to read them in order.

Laufeyson, Loki Wed 4/10 Important: Regarding yesterday’s incident

It is imperative that we discuss what transpired. Please visit my office at the earliest opportunity, around 11 am. I hope to see you tomorrow, and promptly.

Sincerely,

Loki Laufeyson

It was short and sweet, as Evelyn expected it to be. She suspected that even if she saw that email at the given time, she wouldn’t have budged from her bed in the slightest. Clicking out, she moved on to the next one.

Laufeyson, Loki Thur 4/11 Office visitation: Please stop by at your earliest convenience

Good morning,

I understand that due to certain circumstances, you are hesitant in discussing matters with me. I have much to make clear with you, in addition to making several apologies. I would like to discuss this in person, Evelyn. It is very… unbecoming, and I do not want this situation to compromise any academic priorities you may have. If you would feel more comfortable speaking over the phone rather than in person, I will attach my number. Please, I implore you to make good use of it.

Best,

Loki

Evelyn found this one to be much more sincere, to the point that she wanted to hop down to his office right away - even though it was the weekend. She once again mentally slapped herself for acting immaturely, instead of facing the situation like an adult. She could only sigh as she opened up the latest email, which she assumed was sent after he dropped her home.

Laufeyson, Loki Fri 4/12 TA position

Evelyn, it was a very pleasant surprise, although in a rather odd position, to see you at my office door. I shall once again apologize for startling you, as I was unaware that you were faint of heart. Despite that, I hope that I have managed to clear the air so that we can re-establish our relationship to its previous state. Although, I am aware that you may still be uncomfortable working together with me. We will discuss things once more if that is the case, so that we may come to a resolution regarding your grade.

If you would still like to retain this position, please attend my lecture this coming Monday - I am in need of assistance, and I would love for you to take this responsibility. I will also reiterate what I said yesterday evening. I value your presence, as you are one of my most favored students.

Have a lovely weekend,

Loki

At some point in reading that email, Evelyn’s heart had turned into a beating, mushy mess. He called her his favorite student, and Evelyn was practically mind-blown with this newfound information. She knew that he found her tolerable, more so than the other students in his class - but not to this extent.

Evelyn came to a decision. Although things might still be pretty awkward with this professor of hers, she’ll make an effort to get over it, and get back to how things were. He had even attached his private number to his email, something that she never thought he would share.

They were both adults, so she’ll try to treat the situation as a minor embarrassment. She would attend the lecture on Monday and pretend like the entire thing never happened.

But little did Evelyn know… that things were forever changed between her and professor Laufeyson, and that they would never be the same again.

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A/N: Hey guys, please let me know what you thought, what you think will happen, etc! Things will be picking up next chappie, if you know what I mean. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I’ll try to get another chapter out before I leave for sleep-away camp for work on June 20th(No longer 15th, thank goodness), as I’m not sure about the internet reception there. I sincerely hope there is, since my contract ends on August 11th. I need to update! grrr! Thank you guys for reading, and I sincerely appreciate very comment. Like seriously, they make my day!

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