#i fell asleep before 11pm???? and then I woke up to my room so hot and stuff I almost thr*w up

[writtenapoiogy]

dreamin'; miguel diaz

pairing: miguel diaz x f!reader

summary: "miguel waking up w morning wood 🫠🫠🫠"

word count: 600 (yes this is short i knowww)

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, underage sex, penetrative sex, choking, dirty talkish, and porn WITHOUT plot there is no plot just fuckin like almost immediately

a/n: i got the urge to write this at 11pm and finished it in like an hour i hope it's not terrible

Miguel woke up from his sleep, hot and sweaty. He caught his breath and then reached down and felt his hard-on. He bit his lip to keep from moaning. He had a very intense dream of you sucking his dick. One he had frequently, actually.

You were peacefully asleep. You were laying on your stomach with both of your arms under your pillow. You had your left leg hiked up. And you were wearing a tank top that was riding up your back and that was it. The two of you fucked before going to sleep, like you did most nights. You fell right to sleep after Miguel made you come about 4 times.

Miguel was obsessed with making you come. Anyway he could. He loved the way you tasted when you came on his tongue. He loved the way you shook, the way you moan his name. How sometimes it’s too much for you so you start to babbel as you come all on his dick. He ate it up. Miguel loved to give and please.

Miguel felt precum leak from his tip as he stared at your bare ass. He remembered how you had talked about wanting him to fuck you while you were asleep; what a better time than now to make your wish come true.

He immediately pulled his dick out of his boxers and crawled over you. He pushed his cock through your exposed lips, letting out a little moan.

Miguel heard you let out a barely-there hum. That spurred him on more as he kept rubbing his cock up and down your exposed slit, hitting your clit every now and again. He slid his cock to your entrance and slowly pushed in.

“Miguel!” You breathed as you felt your cunt engulf him while he entered you. A perfect fit.

He smiled down at you as he pushed all the way in, eliciting a gasp from you.

“Oh my-.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He whispered in your ear seductively. “I just can’t enough of you.”

Miguel started fucking you like his life depended on it. Like if he didn’t come, the world would fall off its axis.

The room was filled with moans and grunts and your whining. This angle was so good, soooo fucking good. He was hitting your G-spot repeatedly. You were losing your mind. Miguel was kissing the back of your neck. He shifted all of his weight onto his right arm and wrapped his now free left hand around your neck, and started fucking you harder.

“You gonna come for me, hm?” He asked between grunts and groans. Your pussy felt so good around his cock. Miguel knew he was close, and he wanted you there with him. “Don’t hold back. Let it go mi corazón. Come for me.”

You got wetter, and all you could hear was his hips hitting your ass over and over again and the squelching of your pussy milking his cock.

Then out of nowhere, Miguel let out an obscenely loud and hot moan as he came and filled your cunt up with his come. He didn’t stop fucking you, though. His thursts may have stuttered a bit, but he never stopped.

You choked on a gasp when you felt him come deep inside of you, and your release took over your body. Miguel fucked you through your orgasm till you were both spent.

“Fuck, Miguel.” You mewled. “I want you to wake me up like that every fucking day.”

He laughed in response as he pulled his cock out of you. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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-ˋˏ [Genre] ˎˊ : angst

-ˋˏ [TW] ˎˊ : angst, gxg, cussing, mistakes I might have

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Charlie wrestled for an independent wrestling company and you went on the road with her because she always hated being away from you for a long period of time; and vice versa with you. But little did you know that this time would cause a rough patch in your guys' relationship, right now she is feuding with Billie Starkz and she is kind of stuck because you was brought into the storyline. You are fed up with everything and you are just plain tired of it. So after Charlie's match you came out to the ring with a microphone annoyed.

“You know Charlie I’m tired of it” you started as you got in the ring, you stood across from your girlfriend looking at her with no emotion on your face “I am tired of being in this shit, you know ever since this storyline started you lost yourself, you let this shit go to your head; where is my girlfriend?” “I am right here” “no you’re not, you are lost in this feud and I want my girlfriend back. The one who put others before herself, the one who’s so bubbly around me, the one I fell in love with.”

When you said that last line she froze in the middle of the ring as you looked at her you said “you are not the Charlie I fell in love with I want her back, when you find her you know where I’ll be” you put the microphone down in front of her gently getting out the ring going to the back. You went to where Charlie kept her stuff and you grabbed your purse, you didn’t even want to wait to see her face after that promo. You called an uber going to the hotel you are staying at.

When you got there you set your stuff down going to the bathroom to take a hot shower to get rid of all of your thoughts from earlier that night. When you got out you got dressed then started doing your night routine, you played music quietly while you put on a peel off face mask then going to the room. You sat on the bed turning on the tv as Charlie came in after the wrestling event was over at around 11pm. She looked over at you as she sat her bag on the other bed “Babe?” no response.

“Babe?” again no response, she walked over to the bed you were sitting on the edge of it looking over at you “Y/n?” “What Charlie?” “I’m sorry” “did what I said finally go through your head?” she nodded. “You know what Charlie, I don't think you understand how I felt through all of this, I felt like shit because you let this whole feud change you, you don’t have time to put effort into this relationship anymore. I am the one putting 100 percent effort into this shit when it should be 50/50 not 100/0. I’m tired.”

She looked over at you “I’m sorry Y/n” “how do I even know that you are sorry for real this time? We went through so many rough patches. How do I even know if you are lying or not?” “I’m not lying Y/n” “but how do I know that?” you ask peeling off your face mask. “Y/n” “good night Charlie” you turn your back to her turning the lamp off. She looked over at you and sighed, getting up going to the bathroom to take a shower, 30 minutes later you felt her lay next to you.

You couldn’t fall asleep because of your mind racing so you just laid there staring at the wall until you fell asleep, you woke up the next day to an empty space and Charlie nowhere to be seen so you rolled your eyes. You got ready for the day checking your phone before leaving the hotel room, today you are going to spend the day alone while Charlie is doing another show in the area. First you decided to walk around until something fun or interesting caught your eye, a little clothing shop was the first to catch your eye.

You looked around the shop at all the cute clothes that they had so you grabbed a bunch that you liked paying for them before leaving. After that you went to get something to eat then went back to the hotel. When you went back into the room Charlie was there so you continued what you were about to do. You took out all the clothes you bought laying them on the bed to fold, you began to fold them as you watched a youtube video to make it go by faster; you put the clothes into your suitcase neatly.

You open the smaller section of your suitcase grabbing 2 nail polish colors sitting on the bed turning on the show you were previously watching to continue it as you paint your nails. You started with one color painting every other nail and doing the same on your other foot, “no he didn’t” you gasped as you picked up the other color painting the nails that you didn’t paint. When your toenails dried you did the same to your fingernails but switched up the pattern, Charlie looked at you “Y/n?” “Yes Charlie?” “Can we talk?” “I’m listening” you answer.

“While I was on my way to and back from the arena I really did think about what you said and I am genuinely sorry for how I made you feel. I really do love you and I wanted to apologize and now I will put 50/50 into the relationship again. Can you forgive me and let me try again?” You listened to every word she said carefully before you spoke “thank you for apologizing and while I was out I was thinking too and I do forgive you” you said getting up kissing her heading to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” “I saw this like night club thing downtown I wanted to go to, you’re free to come along if you’d like babe” you looked over at her. As you did a light makeup look she got ready wearing a nice but not too fancy clothes, when you got done you put on a pair of flats that you bought yesterday then headed out with her hand in hand. When you guys got there you two sat at a table ordering two drinks talking the night away like ya’ll did on your first date 3 years ago.

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Time is Money

Summary- YN feels ignored by her dad, Sam, so Dean, Mary, and John try to help. 

Warnings: selfish Sam, cussing

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“Daddy?” YN came into Sam’s study. 

“I’m busy, baby.” He flipped through some paperwork on his desk. 

“But I need help with my math homework.” 

“Ask Dean,” he said dismissively. 

YN sighed and walked out of the room. 

“Beast?” She tiredly approached her uncle. He could tell the defeat in her voice. 

“What’s up, beauty?” Dean used her nickname. 

“Can you help me with my homework?” YN continued looking at the floor. 

“Hey,” he took his finger and lifted her chin. “No pouting. Yes. I can help you. Show me what ya got.” 

After tears and frustration, YN finished her homework. 

“Thank you, beast,” she hugged her uncle. 

“You’ll always be my beauty. Even when you cry.” He smiled. 

“I love you.” 

Sam entered and was about to go to his room when he stopped and told them he was going to bed. Obviously still upset from her evening, YN sulked. 

“Aren’t you going to spend time with her? She had a rough day.” Dean asked. 

“So did I, and I’m exhausted.” Sam ran up the steps of the house. YN’s face fell. 

“It’s okay. Let’s go relax before bedtime.” Dean stroked his thumb over her hand. 

“No thanks.” YN started toward her room when Dean turned her and brought her into his body, her head hitting his ribs. 

“Yes. You need to calm down before bed. Hard day.” 

“Okay.” 

The ten year-old snuggled into her uncle until she fell asleep. Not having school the next day, Dean didn’t wake her to go to her own bed.

“Dad?” YN slowly entered her father’s room the next morning. 

“Huh?” He rolled over. 

“You said we would be going to breakfast today.”

“Oh I’m sorry, sweetie.” He looked at the clock. . I need to go, thanks for waking me up. Business lunch.” Sam shooed her out of the room as he scrambled to get ready. “Bye, YN!” He yelled at her as she sat on the barstool in the kitchen with a small, bland cup of coffee. 

Dean walked in with messy hair.

“Morning! I thought we talked to you about no coffee, beauty?”

“Yeah, well, he was supposed to take me to breakfast, but that didn’t work out. So I made what I knew how to.” 

“Again?” Dean asked, angry at his brother. YN nodded. 

“He had a business meeting and woke up late.” 

“That idiot.” Dean said to himself. “Come on. I have a later shift at the shop. Bring your computer to keep yourself busy while I’m working. We’re going to breakfast.” 

“It’s 11am?”

“Brunch, then. You wanna go or not?” Dean grinned. 

“Can I get chocolate chip pancakes and have some hot chocolate? PLEASE, beast? I’ll be good at the shop, I promise!”

“How can I say no to you?” He sarcastically sighed. 

“Yes!” 

They enjoyed their time together, and she helped Dean at the shop. She loved seeing her grandpa and all the guys she had known since she was little. They spent time with her and showed her how to do things… unlike someone else she knew. 

“Cher!” Benny shouted to get her attention. “You want to help me?” 

Turning from her computer on the desk, her eyes lit up. 

She practically ran to him. 

“Has your uncle taught you about wrenches?”

“Are you kidding? First thing I learned!” YN laughed. 

“Perfect. I need to go under the car. Can you hand them to me?” 

“If i can go under the car too!”

“We’ll see…” Benny rolled his eyes. 

“Sweet! Yes!” 

“Why did you take her to the garage?” Sam grilled his brother when he got home that night. 

“You didn’t tell us you had a meeting and I had work so I had to take her! I can’t leave the kid at home, you know that. Besides, she had a great time like she always does. Dad and Benny were there, what are you so afraid of?”

“Beast?” YN barreled down the stairs. “Can you-“

“I was talking to your uncle.” Sam interrupted her. “You came in the middle of our conversation without even asking if we were talking.” 

“Sorry, Dad. I didn’t know you were home. Never mind.” 

“What do you need? You might as well say it now.” Her father rolled his eyes. 

“I was going to ask Dean if he wanted to throw the football with me…” she was almost in tears from her dad’s cross attitude. 

“He can’t.” Sam growled. 

YN looked to her uncle, confused. 

“It’s okay, pretty girl. Go brush your teeth and then we can. Promise.” He smiled. 

She raced off to do as he asked. 

“YN listens to you.” 

“Well, yeah.” Dean said sarcastically. “I’m awesome.” 

“Whatever. I have a late court hearing. Gotta go.” Sam gathered his brief case and keys before leaving the house. 

John walked in as Sam left. 

“Grandpa!” YN abounded into his arms. 

“Hello, sweets!” He wrapped his long limbs around her. 

“What’s up, Dad?” Dean walked into the foyer. 

“On my way home, brought some food.” 

YN grabbed for it when Dean stopped her. 

“You just brushed your teeth,” he laughed. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll just put it away.”

“Have a candy bar anyway,” her grandpa whispered. 

“I heard that.” Dean said plainly. “Go, i didn’t see a thing.” He smiled at YN.

She scampered into the kitchen with the bag of food. 

“When will Sam get home?” John asked. 

”i don’t know. He never tells us anymore.” Dean shrugged as he led his dad into the living room.

“What?” 

YN walked back into the room and snuggled into her grandpa’s side. 

“He’s gone a lot.” YN looked at him. 

John shook his head in disappointment. 

“How much does Dad make an hour?”

Both men looked at her, confused. 

“Umm, I think he said $40 an hour?” Dean eyed her. 

“That’s a lot of money.” YN sighed. “Now I get why he doesn’t hang out with me,” she started to stand but John grabbed her jacket on instinct and the force of it made her land back on the couch. 

“You are not allowed to say that.” 

“Grandpa, he is always gone. Forget it. I need to go to bed. School tomorrow. Good night.” YN kissed John and Dean on the cheek before running up the stairs to get away from the tension. 

“He’s losing her,” John stared plainly. 

“Yep. I’m more of a dad to her than he is. I pick her up from school, I watch her, I pack her lunch. I don’t mind doing that. She’s my favorite girl, but he should be there for her.” 

“I’ll talk to him,” John groaned. 

Sam was dropping YN off at John and Mary’s house for a sleepover when John asked to speak to him privately. 

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”

“What? Dad, I gotta go-“ 

“Exactly.”

“Huh?” Sam titled his head. 

“You’re always going. When was the last time you had a meal with YN?” 

“Oh, don’t placate me.” Sam rolled his eyes. 

“This is my house and you will be respectful!” John growled at his son. 

“UGH,” Sam stomped out of the guest bedroom. “YN! We’re leaving!” He called out for his daughter. 

“What?” She almost ran into him, trying to follow his voice. “We just got here. I’m supposed to spend the night.” 

“We’re leaving.”

“No. Dean said I could and you did too. I got a good grade on my test, and Grandma said she was going to make me waffles. I’m not leaving.” YN turned to walk toward the kitchen. 

“Don’t throw a hissy fit. We got her. Go do your damn stuff. Remember that she is yours, not Dean’s,  not ours. Yours. Get out of here. She doesn’t want you here anyway,” his dad gritted his teeth. 

Sam’s eyes went wide. 

“Fine.” He walked outside of the house with a huff. 

“Come on,” John guided her to the kitchen.”Don’t worry about him. He’s being an ass.” 

“Hey! Language!” Mary grinned. 

“Grandma, don’t worry. He is old, forgets that I’m ten and shouldn’t hear big person words.” YN started laughing. John threw her over his shoulder. 

“Ah!” YN giggled. Her grandpa softly put her on the couch. 

“You know he loves you right?”

“Nah.” YN said, waving him off. “Dean does. He takes me places and lets me have fun. Dad just wants me to do homework.”

“Sam is very driven. He just doesn’t have his priorities right.” 

“Yeah, he DRIVES me crazy.” YN rolled her eyes. 

“He does love you. I promise. Come on, let’s go eat some dinner,” he smiled. 

That night, YN asked if she could do chores to earn some money. 

“Uhhh.” Mary looked good John, confused. 

“Why? We will always provide for you.” John looked at his grand daughter. 

“My dad makes forty dollars an hour. I need forty dollars so that we can hang out. I’ve already gotten twenty.” 

Her grandparents’ eyes went wide. 

“You don’t have to-“

“Yes, I do. He always says an hour is worth forty dollars to him. So i need forty dollars.” 

“No, sweetie.” Mary walked YN to the couch. “I didn’t know you felt like that.” 

“Well, he doesn’t pay attention to anything unless he is making money.” 

“Don’t you worry. He will turn around.” John walked away into a back room and pulled his phone out of his pocket. 

Sam walked into his house at 11pm. 

“Hi,” Dean said in the dark. 

“Dude, what have I told you? Don’t do that! I’m exhausted.” 

“Mhmm.” Dean rolled his eyes. Sam turned on the lights. 

“Why are you not in your pajamas? It’s late.” Sam tilted his head when he saw his brother in jeans and a Henley.  “Please tell me you are not about to interrogate me. You’re in your interrogation clothes at this time of night.”

“I need to talk to you.” 

“What now? I would like to get my beauty sleep.”

“Beauty would like to get her sleep too, ya know.” 

“Huh?” 

“Your beautiful daughter needs you. She climbs into MY bed, she relies on ME to have the tough conversations and discipline her. I don’t mind doing those things, but you should be doing most of it. You’re her father. She misses you.” 

“Don’t tell me how to raise-“

“I will, because i am doing it by myself, and she isn’t even mine! I love her! I do, but it’s your job. You don’t like it that I take her to the shop? Then you come home. You don’t like it that I make her pancakes three times a week? Come make her breakfast.” 

“Dean,” Sam started. 

“No. You know what she told me? Time is money. So she is trying to earn $40 for an hour of your time, since that’s what you make an hour as a lawyer.” 

Sam was about to bite back, but he stopped. 

“You told her that you are worth forty dollars an hour, and she wants time with you. That’s not fair, Sam. Go get your girl tomorrow morning after she has her damn waffles, and don’t come back without her.” Dean took off his shirt to change into his pajamas as he exited the room, sighing heavily. 

Sam stood in his place for a moment. 

She’s working to earn money? For an hour with me? What have I done to my girl? 

The next morning, Sam picked her up from his parents’. 

On the ride home, he took a detour. 

“Aren’t we going home?”

“I thought we could go shopping for those new shoes you wanted,” he smiled.

“That’s okay, Dad. I can get them later.” 

“You and I are going to have the afternoon together. It will be fun.” 

“Please just take me home,” YN looked out the window. 

“I haven’t spent time with my girl in a long time, so that’s what we are doing today.” 

“Fine.” She said plainly. 

“Good.” Sam decided he would welcome any response he got from her. 

They went to her favorite lunch place. Sam saw a smile reach her face when he pulled into the parking lot. 

She was quiet as they ate. 

“I heard you were earning some cash to hang out with me.” He curiously looked up at YN. She shrugged.

“I wanted time with you.” 

“I didn’t realize how much I hadn’t been paying attention to you. Your uncle set me straight last night. I’ll be better at giving you my time without forty dollars an hour. Time is money, except when it comes to family. Got it?” 

YN didn’t look at him. 

“Hey, I promise.” Sam tried again. 

“I hope you mean it.” YN grumbled.

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A/n: Hello! Here is part 3 for the Charlie Weasley fic I promised. Sorry this took so long. I promised angst, so I'm giving it. Hope you enjoy!

Another day, another exam, or so it seemed that way at Hogwarts. As May came to a close, and June starts, your O.W.L.s were giving you more stress than you had ever felt. Your future was on the line if you didn't do well with your exams.

Not only were your exams crushing you, your relationship had been rocky for a couple of months. After the valentines day dance with your date, Charlie Weasley, nothing could have made your life better. You were dating your best friend, all of your friends supported you, and you had no tests coming up. In other words, very different from your life currently.

You were still technically dating your best friend, but from long classes and homework that came with them, to Charlie's quiditch practices lasting forever in hopes of winning the house cup, you hadn't had time to spend a moment alone together in what felt like years.

Your friends would always be there for you and you knew that, you cared about them with your whole heart and knew they felt the same way, but they had their own exams and futures just as you did. You would never ask them for anything because you didn't want to be a burden.

And of course, your exams. Your dreams of becoming a curse breaker were very important to you. You wanted nothing more than to help people, on top of finding your brother and protecting hogwarts. You were a natural curse breaker so it only makes sense that you would pursue your passion. However, if you wanted to do that, you needed to not only pass your exams, but exceed the expectations.

With that responsibility came nights on end in the library, studying, preparing and hoping that it would all work out. Your exams, finding your brother, hell, even your relationship with Charlie. You knew how rocky it was and you were devastated by that, but you knew if you two truly wanted to, it would work out, or so you hoped.

So, another night in the library, was your fate. You wanted to be with Charlie, but you knew he had quiditch practice, and you had a potions exam in the morning that you weren't ready for. As you flipped through your book, trying to soak up as much information as you could, you didn't notice a certain redhead sneak behind you.

"Hey baby," you felt the hot breathe on your neck and jumped more than out of your skin.

"Blimey Charlie, you scared me." He chuckled as he pulled a chair beside you.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see you after practice, and I haven't seen you all weekend." He smiled at you, which you couldn't help but smile back.

"I know, its just tomorrow starts like the most stressful week of the year. If I don't do well on my exams, my future can be forgotten. Speaking of, I am not ready for potions tomorrow, hence why I'm here." You smiled as you looked back towards your book.

"Hey, you're gonna do great on your exam because you are great, and smart, and beautiful," Charlie said as you rolled your eyes and laughed. "Its just we haven't seen each other in a while, thought i could keep you company." You sighed.

"Look, I know we haven't been the most talkative lately, but what exactly do you want me to say, you know how important this is to me." He put his hand on yours.

"I know, I get it baby, I do, and after this week, we're gonna celebrate." He said with the biggest grin on his face. Suddenly, Madame Pince came around the corner with the dirtiest look on her face.

"Shh!" You smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry Madam-"

"Shh!!!" You sighed as she walked away. You turned back to charlie.

"You better go, I have to study and don't wanna get kicked out." You smiled at him.

"Okay, but I meant what I said about celebrating." He smiled hugley. You returned the smile, only a fraction of what he had given you. That made his smile falter and eventually he turned and walked back to his dorm.

Eventually you had to except the time as 11pm rolled around and Madam Pince kicked you out of the library. You took the book along with all your other stuff and headed towards your common room.

Once you were in, you sat down near the fireplace and opened your potions book once again, flipping to the section about dragon livers and how they were hard to get.

Eventually, you heard the clock strike 2am and had to call it a night. As you closed your booka nd sat back, looking into the fire, you thought of your life as a cursebreaker, how great it would be, how much you wanted to do it, and what you were willing to do to achieve that goal.

As you stood up and headed towards the stairwell, your way was blocked by charlie, the last person you expected to see, especially at this hour.

"Hey, what're you doing up?" Charlie asked groggy.

"I could ask you the same thing. I was just going to bed." You said as you pushed past him and climbed the stairs. He followed you up.

"I thought you'd be up, I was just checking on you." You turned around as you got to the last step before your dorm and smiled.

"Thats sweet, but go back to bed. Goodnight." You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, then headed into your dorm, falling on your bed and instantly falling asleep.

The next morning, you woke at around 8. Shit. You were late. You quickly got up and dressed faster than ever and ran to the dungeons. You mad either to class just in time, not eating or anything.

"Well, well, Ms. Brooks, you have decided to grace us with your presence, how considerate." Snape sneered at you as you walked to your seat beside Rowan, breathing heavily, across the room, you saw Charlie looking worriedly at you, which was the last thing you wanted in that moment.

Once your potion exam was finished, you walked out of the room, feeling exhausted and like you failed. You started walking to your next exam, which was charms, the easiest of your exams. Soon enough a certain redhead caught up with you.

"Hey, y/n, why were you late today?" You turned to him.

"I over slept, which I dont do, so I didn't realize at which point I had to sprint to make it, which I didnt." You sighed tired lying. "Why?"

"Just wondering, I missed you at breakfast. Did you eat anything?" You smiled softly.

"No, I haven't but its fine, look i have to go to charms and I really don't wanna be late again, see you." Without another word from either of you, you walked away to charms.

At charms, you felt most confident of all classes, which honestly wasn't saying a lot. You finished your exam pretty easily and walked to the great hall, intending on studying until your Defense Against the Dark Arts exam in an hour. Once the clock struck the time to take your next exam, you left the great hall.

Once you reached DADA, you walked in with Tulip and took your seat. You should feel bad, but you just were so glad charlie wasn't there, staring at you like a sorry case. He meant well and you knew it but you just wanted space.

As you finished your final exam of the day, you headed to the library, studying for transfigurations next. When you reached the library, unfortunately you fell into the same pattern as the previous night, except this time no charlie.

When the clock struck midnight, you went to the dorm room and headed straight for bed, not bothering to study anymore. Once your head hit the pillow, you were out.

When you woke up the next morning, the sun was shining into your window nicely. It was a good way to wake up honestly. You say up and saw Rowan asleep. You figured you had a few minutes before breakfast so you got up and got dressed.

You and Rowan walked to breakfast while revising your transfiguration knowledge. You didn't feel as bad about it as potions but you also didn't feel as great about it as charms. Walking into the great hall, you found Charlie sitting with his younger brothers. You knew you had to go sit with him.

"Hey y/n, how'd you sleep?" Charlie asked as he saw you sit next to him and his brothers giggled at him, to which he sent a dirty look.

"Um, not the best but ye know. Its whatever." As you sat down you ate the blandest breakfast ever, granola and coffee, it would just have to do for today.

"Are you guys ready for the big game tomorrow night?" Fred asked the table. You looked at him with a confused expression whereas everyone else seemed to understand.

"What game fred?" He turned to you.

"Uh, the house cup game, we are so gonna kick hufflepuffs ass." Ah.

"Right, good luck." Charlie turned to you.

"You'll come right love? What me win?" You smiled as you sipped your coffee.

"Uh yeah, maybe, I might have to study for History of magic but we'll see." Charlie stopped.

"Y/n, you can't miss the game, its only the biggest game of the year. Please come." Ugh when he gave you those puppy dog eyes, you knew you were done for.

"Okay, yes I will go, of course I will." You smiled and kissed his cheek.

As breakfast finished and you and Rowan made your way to transfiguration, you felt confident in the upcoming essay. Going over info with Rowan definitely helped.

Once you were finished with the exam, you went to the great hall, being assigned twenty five inches of parchment for the second half of the exam was not ideal. You were stressed out, but at least you only had care of magical creatures left for the day, something you were sure you'd excel in thanks to charlie.

As you walked down the grounds for your exam, you felt very confident that you'd do well. Your confidence was correctly placed as you walked to the common room to start on you parchment for transfiguration, doing very well on your exam in care of magical creatures.

The real problems didn't start until the following day, charlies big game was today and you hadn't made a dent in your parchment, due to not being able to focus and eventually falling asleep far earlier than you would have liked. Today you had exams in astronomy, history of magic and a regular potions class. You were extremely busy today, it didn't help you woke up 20 minutes before your exam in astronomy so you had to sprint once again to be on time.

Once you were seated in astronomy, your exam begun and you didnt feel very confident. You gave it your all and after about 75 minutes, you were done. You walked out and saw your boyfriend charlie who lit up when he saw you. You walked over to him with a small smile on your face.

"Hey babe, whats up?" You asked him.

"Not much now that your hear, just nervous for later." You looked at his smiling face confused.

"Later?" His smile dropped. You had forgotten about the quitditch match.

"The match that determines who wins the house cup? I thought you were coming, its really important to me." Shit. Right, yeah of course you would go.

"Right, of course I will be there, sorry I'm just tired you know how it is. I will be there, but right now I have to go to potions, ill see you later." Damn, how had you forgotten?

Potions seemed to last forever as Snape lectured on Beatle brains, you swore you were going to die of boredom, all you wanted to do was study for history of magic.

When class was finally dismissed, you headed straight for the library, not having your final exam for an hour and a half. When you sat down in the library, you immediately fell into studying, the time slipping by quickly until it was time to go to your exam.

Arriving to your exam, you set your things down and got ready for it, feeling confident as you had spent a lot of time studying for this. You finished your exam in 65 minutes and headed to the great hall, feeling hungry.

When you got to the great hall and saw what was happening inside, all hunger left your body.

Shit.

Inside, Gryffindor students were celebrating the win of the house cup, you had forgotten the game. You walked in to the great hall and saw Charlie, held up by his teammates above everyone like a king. You smiled at how happy he looked, but when he saw you, its like every drop of happiness was taken from him and you felt your heart break.

Charlie told his team mates to let him down which they did as he made his way over to you, looking hurt and disappointed. You couldn't do much besides stand there and look at him sheepishly.

"Y/n, why didn't you come to the game, you knew how important it was to me and how much I could have used your support." He said loudly, causing those near you to look on at the conversation.

"Charlie, can we go in the hallway?" He looked pissed but didn't object. Once you were away from everyone, you turned to him.

"Charlie, I am so sorry I didn't go to your game, I was in the library studying and the time just got away from me and before I knew it I had to go to my exam and I completely forgot l. I'm so sorry. But you won anyway so you didn't need me at all, cause your just that good." You said with a smile, trying to defuse his anger. It didn't work.

"Y/n, that's not the point, you said you would be there and I wanted you there. You didn't need to study for your exam, you've been studying all week, this is all I asked of you and you couldn't even give me this." As he finished, you felt sorrow drain and anger rise.

"What exactly do you mean I didnt need to study for my exam? I have been studying all week, unlike you, because I care about getting good grades. You know how badly I need to do on my exams to have a future! I didnt go to your match, because I wanted to make sure I did well. I apologized but now your being irrational." He scoffed.

"Irrational? I asked one thing of you, I asked you to attend a quiditch match to support your boyfriend, but apparently if it doesn't benefit you, it doesn't matter, huh is that it?" You were now fully screaming at each other, thank god the hallway was deserted.

"Are you serious? You know maybe if you cared more about your future and grades like I do, you would see where I'm coming from, but all you care about is a God damn match and dragons! No wonder we've been like this for months. You say im selfish, I've done everything for you. I miss one thing and the worlds over to you." Charlie turned away and scoffed.

"You're right, we have been like this for a long time, because we just don't work anymore." You froze. "Y/n, you can't even support your own boyfriend, you care more about tests than anything, this clearly isn't working." You looked at him while a tear rolled down your cheek, which you quickly wiped away. You didn't want to break up with Charlie, God no. But he didn't seem to want to stay together.

"Charlie, it's not like that, you know how stressed I've been, I'm sorry I didn't come to your game, I truly meant to go. I care a lot about my future, but you don't and thats not on me. You can't put this on me, its not just the match, you've been like this ever since the dance, its not only me." More tears rolled down your cheeks as one slid out from his eye.

"Y/n, this just isn't working, I'm sorry." No, God no please.

"Charlie, no, please, don't do this. I swear I-" he cut you off.

"I'm sorry, its already done." He turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in an empty corridor, feeling your heart leaving your soul. You don't know how it happened, you don't know where it went wrong. Was it truly the match? Or was it ever since the day of the dance? Did he even ever like you?

As you stood in that corridor, you felt cold, you felt like you soul left you. You watched him walk away and eventually out of eyesight, thinking about how you would never feel his kiss again, never feel the comfort of his embrace, never feel his love again.

You didn't want this, God no, but your gut told you it had to happen, you just wish it didn't hurt this much. As you wrapped your arms around yourself and sank to the floor with tears on your face, you felt nothing but hollow, wishing the presence of charlie was still there. Wishing he could hold you and tell you he loved you again, as you loved him still.

You didn't know how you were going to go on without him, but you knew one thing for sure, the last thing you cared about was your fucking grades, because you just lost the best thing in your life.

A/n: okay, sorry this took so long, I suck i know! Im sorry this was shitty, I will try to finish the series relatively soon, there will be 2 more parts. I hope you like it, thanks for reading!

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Start of Something Great - pt. 2

ALRIGHT, YALL WANTED IT, SO HERE IT IS! Is it a good ending? Maybe. You’ll have to find out. C: If you haven’t read part one to this fic, and would like to, you can here. 

NSFW/ Smut / Jock Shawn/ Cheating with Shawn / ANGST / gratuitous oral scenes / Impatient h*rny Shawn /vague college boy style daddy kink / Angsty /Catching feelings /undescribed femme character because fuck non-inclusive descriptions✨ / did I mention angst? / 6.4k words

The lights were completely off, only the bathroom adjacent to the bed provided lighting from a slim crack in the doorway. Comforting scents of sandalwood and  frangipani lingered in the air. The nag champa incense long since burned out. But it mixed with the musk in the air, the soft sweetness of coconut oil seemed to stick just below her nose. Warm, it was so warm, wrapped in blankets and wrapped in his arms. His body was warm, and soft, arms laced around her waist. One of his legs rested between hers, soft lips moved up her arm; to the tip of her shoulder and then down the curve of her neck and up to her jaw. The music was playing softly, but close to the bed, currently John Legend. Her eyes were closed as she soaked up the feelings of the moment.  Large hands and calloused fingers moved up her stomach, over her breasts. She felt his lips move higher, teeth nipping at her earlobe, breath hot. “Tonight I'll be the best you ever had. I don't wanna brag, but I'll be the best you ever had.” She couldn’t help but laugh softly as he sang the lyrics against her jawline. He sang too well for just some hockey player, she’d told him that before, but now wasn’t the time. “Shawn!” she scolded in a whisper, giving him a shove. She turned now to face him, looking up at him as if her head wasn’t under his chin. Still he wrapped his arms back around her, his fingertips grazing her spine. Sometimes she swore he could feel the electric currents he sent through her body. “You had to ruin the moment,” she teased before leaning in and kissing the tip of his chin once. She moved back then, slowly pulling herself from his arms. A heavy sigh came from the curly haired boy, his hands holding her wrists trying to keep her in the bed. “I need to go Shawn,” she said in a whisper. “Stay the night,” his voice was almost a muffled huff, “You said he’s out of town.”  She sighed, for a moment paused in her attempt to leave. “He is out of town, but I have to FaceTime him before I got to bed.” her tone made it sound like it made so much sense, almost like scolding him for not understanding. A huff came from Shawn, almost like a sneer as he fell back in bed. He wasn’t holding onto her wrists anymore. “Fine, go.” he said softly. “It’s literally 11pm anyway, if he believes you’re in the library this late on a Friday night, more power to him, I guess.” She scoffed at that, “You’re such a bitch sometimes Shawn, you know that? Why don’t you just call your round two and get off my ass?” Her tone was irritated with him, but so was she, and she saw no reason to pretend different.  “Right,” he said in a tired tone, “I forgot you’re just here to get some good dick and then go back to your otherwise perfect sweet caring boyfriend who does nothing wrong.” his tone was almost mocking. “He is sweet Shawn! He’s a really nice guy, and he cares about me a lot! He’s not a dumb jock who sleeps his way through life and who’s biggest concern is if his hair looks okay.” her tone was so defensive and she wasn’t even sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. “Yeah but you don’t love him, do you?” Shawn’s voice was softer now, as he turned his head, looking over at her. There was silence between them, she didn’t know how to answer that. She cared about her boyfriend, of course. But if she loved him, why did she keep coming back to Shawn. Why did being in Shawn’s arms feel so right, in a way she’d never felt before. Why did she feel a pang of jealousy at the idea of Shawn taking her advice and calling a round two. But before she spoke, Shawn did, looking over her, “I can’t do this anymore.” It caused her to look back at him, almost shocked, “What?” her question was so quiet that she almost didn’t hear it herself. “This,” he answered, waving his hand around the room, clearly he heard her question. “I’m not doing this, I’m tired of being someone you come to when you want some dick. I liked it better when we were friends, I wish we’d never even fucked.” he said shaking his head. Everything about what he said, made her feel sick to her stomach. And she wasn’t sure if he said he’d have rather never done this, or the fact that ‘fucked’ sounded so casual, emotionless. “Shawn we were never friends,” she said eyes locked on him. “We had class together and you flicked paper balls at me until we had to work on a project together. And you barely did any of it, and you were annoying. And finally once you knew my name you decided to try and fuck me at a party,” her tone was bitter as she threw his own word back at him.  “Nice,” he said nodding, “Glad we were never friends, at least I’ve been...just some dick this whole time.” he said giving her SUCH a fake smile. “Shawn you can’t be serious,” she sighed, “You can’t be upset about this for real.” her voice was almost exhausted. For a moment, he was quiet, looking over her, “Listen, I like you,” he said in a way that made it almost sound like an insult. “And if you want to stay with your boyfriend that’s fine. I..guess I am not the one to decide if you love him or not.” he said looking over her for a moment, “But I can’t...keep doing this and then watching you go home to some other guy.” he said shrugging. “So, I won’t do it.” he said, “Leave now please,” he added, “I’m going to go take a shower.” His voice was almost monotone, as he got out of the bed and walked himself into his bathroom. He closed the door behind him, leaving the room she was standing in entirely dark. She heard the shower turn on, and for a moment she still just stood there. He liked her? What did that even mean? Well, until that moment she hadn’t even been entirely sure he liked her as a person, but she supposed that meant he did. But did he mean he loved her? Or was that just a polite way of letting her know he didn’t hate her before he went off on her about her boyfriend. He didn’t use the word love, but he did when he mentioned her feelings. Did he just expect her to break up with her boyfriend to feed his ego about being the only man she was ...’fucking’? After a moment she decided it was either the worst love confession of all time, or he’d just had an ego trip from hell. Neither made her feel better, and neither did anything to ease the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.  Somewhere along the lines, she’d fallen in love with him. He’d told her not to but she did it anyway. It was why she kept coming back. The only reason she’d hooked up with him in the first place was because working on that damn project with him gave her the biggest crush. She swore he’d known it, he had to, or else he’d have never asked her to have sex with him, right? It was what made her keep coming back for a taste of him, even if guilt of cheating on her boyfriend was eating away at her. She loved her boyfriend, or at least she told herself. But Shawn gave her butterflies. The way she felt when he complimented her made her feel a type of beautiful she’d never felt before. She’d tried to convince herself it was just good sex. But it wasn’t. Somewhere between the car sessions and the milkshakes and fries he’d talked her into afterward...she’d fallen in love. A type of love she’d never felt before. Comfort. But she hadn’t let herself feel it, not with Shawn. She never felt comfortable in a crowd. No, they were two different clicks. He was with the jocks, the funny, the painfully handsome, the stupidly popular. And she... well she’d had three classes with him prior to their group project, and he still hadn’t known her name. A nobody, ro him just some nerdy girl with a major he’d never asked about. It didn’t matter how she felt around him when they were alone. That wasn’t love, she’d told herself, he treated every girl he fucked that way. That had to be true, right? Awkwardness of standing there, naked in his bedroom finally took over. With a soft sigh, she grabbed her clothes, pulling on each piece. Once she was dressed, she walked to the door of the bathroom where Shawn was. If this was over, she had nothing to lose right? He at least owed her an explanation of what he meant. Her hand touched the knob, and she turned it, but it stopped half way. Locked. Asshole. With a sigh she grabbed her bag, there really was nothing else for her to do besides go back to her dorm to sulk, and so she did. She went back to her dorm, and she did call her boyfriend, not for long, she couldn’t handle him asking what was wrong. She told him she was sick, not feeling well and needing to sleep. Once the call was over though, she found herself crying. Curling up in her bed, miserable. Even if she weren’t sick, she felt it. Never had a fight with a man made her feel this way, not even her boyfriend. She finally reached for her phone, opening up Shawn’s contact. She looked at the last message from him, his reply to her saying she’d be at his dorm soon. ‘Can’t wait ❤️❤️❤️’ It made her heart ache and she pushed it out of her mind before sending him another text. “Hi” she sent before double texting a “Can we talk?” she didn’t know what she wanted to talk about, but honestly she’d take most anything.  Hours came and went, and no message back from Shawn. She looked for the message that he’d read it, but there was none of that either. Eventually, after a bit more tears, and a half pint of ice cream, she fell asleep. When she woke up in the morning, well what was left of the morning, she felt almost hungover. She groaned as she checked her phone, 11:23am. Instantly she opened her messages, no reply from Shawn. But there it sat now, and her heart sank. ‘Read at 3:04am’. She felt a wave of nausea when she imagined what he was doing up so late. Instantly she closed her messages, flipping through her phone and opening Instagram. Straight to his profile, no new posts. Stories? Three. A party. A video of him taking shots. Typical. A video of him and one of his male friends arm wrestling? Okay? The last one, Shawn, and a girl. He held her jaw in one hand, a bottle of beer in the other, pouring the beer into her mouth. Laughs all around, from his friends, from him, from her even. And then he kissed her, beer spilling over the both of them.  She could feel tears welling in her eyes again already. She wanted to think he did that on purpose, to bother her, to send her a message. Well if his intent was to hurt her, it worked. But was she even so important to him? It took a moment, but she pulled herself together, she couldn’t be sat here crying over a boy she wasn’t even dating. Even if the thought of him with another girl did make her miserable. The rest of her day, progressed much like her morning. She couldn’t bare to make herself text him again. That evening she was supposed to see her boyfriend. Midway through the day she texted him to let him know she still wasn’t feeling well, and they couldn’t hang out. She just couldn’t drag herself out of this funk.  It didn’t help that her boyfriend disregarded her wishes, and that night he came over, bringing her soups and juices. A sweet gesture of course, but here she was sick to her stomach over another man, and this one was being so kind to her. Her stomach in her throat, heart feeling like it was coming out of her chest, she broke up with him. There were tears, and frustrations, but even so, she went through with it. She was honest, confessing to him that she’d fallen for someone else. She didn’t tell him of the...affair the dozens of hookups, but she considered that cruel and unusual. Once he was finally gone, she found herself cursing Shawn, and she picked up her phone again, sending a message. “You’re such a fucking brat” she sent, as if he was he who had made her do what she’d just done. Truth be told, he was right, she should have done it long ago, after the first night. This time, it was much faster. ‘Read at 9:26pm’  A soft gasp left her lips, “Shawn I know you’re there.” she sent, “Answer me.” Once more, ‘Read at 9:30pm’ she waited a moment, before sighing hard. “Shawn, answer me, its important, we need to talk. I’m sorry” She wasn’t sure why she apologized, desperation maybe. ‘Read at 9:32pm’ For a moment, she considered going directly to his dorm, just to smack him across the face, but what would that do? Instead, she opted to call him. Declined, immediately. Finally, she saw the text bubbles popping up on his side of the screen. She watched impatiently until the message popped up. ‘Please leave me alone, I’m trying to sleep, good night.’ With shaky fingers she immediately responded, “Well that’s a goddamn lie.” A brief wait, ‘Read at 9:35pm’. But she got no answer past that, all it did was make her realize that she was in fact trembling. She gave a dramatic soft scream and threw her phone down. With one final sigh she went to microwave herself some ramen and call it a night, as far as she was concerned she damn well deserved it.  The night passed, and days passed, she tried to text him a few more times, but no answer from Shawn. Finally, she decided it had been enough. He was going to know how she felt, and if he didn’t feel the same, fine, but she needed closure. He wouldn’t answer her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know how to get his attention. She took a break from her funk to get dressed up, a fresh shower and hair wash. She even shaved, lucky Shawn. And she sat down, doing her makeup, making sure it was perfect, and her hair, just the way she liked. Finally, time to get dressed. After careful consideration, she picked out a black dress. It was a little tighter on her than when she first bought it, but it did hug all of the right places. And she decided for sure, tonight was the night. She pulled out a push up bra, and some tall heels, ones that made her almost tall enough to kiss Shawn without him leaning down. Under the dress though..that was the real secret. Baby pink lace lingerie, that really did hug every single curve perfectly. Lace on the sides with only a bit of silk to cover the most important bits, heart shaped. Once she was finally done, she slipped her lipstick into her bag, just incase she needed to touch it up, a travel makeup wipe, and some powder, the basics in her mind. She almost felt like a fool walking down the halls like that, but of course girls did it all the time, she just..didn’t happen to be a party girl. In fact, it was already Friday night again, many girls dressed so similar to her walked past her. Silently she found herself praying that she hadn’t missed Shawn before he left for his own party session, it was still a little early after all. Once she arrived at his building, on his floor, right in front of his dorm door, she raised her hand to knock, and then froze in spot. Talking inside? A female voice? She leaned in, pressing her ear to the door, she could have sworn she heard a gasp, or a moan, or a sigh...or something above the nausea in her stomach. As much as she didn’t have a right to be jealous over him, she damn sure was. And with a huff, she knocked on that door, if there was a girl in there, she was determined to interrupt it.  After what felt like an eternity, Shawn opened the door, a half crack. And there he stood, curls ever so slightly messy, a little stubble on his chin, and he was shirtless. In fact, he was only wearing grey pajama pants, bare feet sticking out from the pant legs. She tried her best not to stare at his chest, or....abs, or..if those pajama pants fit just right... “Hi, let me in,” she said finally, doing her best to have a stern voice. Shawn quirked a brow at her, “Well, don’t you have good timing.” he said before opening his door, “Come on.” he said before opening that door. “Is someone here?” she asked once she walked in, glancing at Shawn closing his door and flipping the lock. “No,” he said gesturing toward his open laptop on the bed. She took a moment to step over to it, peaking at the laptop screen, almost as if next shed look under his bed. But she gasped softly once she saw the screen, “Porn?” she asked. “I wasn’t joking about your timing,” he said, and as she turned around to face him, he kissed her.  It caught her off guard, his hand on her jaw, his lips crushing into hers. It felt the same as it always had, butterflies in her stomach, her body seeming to melt against his. Every question, and accusation and demand she had, seemed to leave her mind. Even if this didn’t go the way she planned, what was one more time? She deserved a good lay right? That was what she told herself anyway. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her fingertips dragging down his back. Moments later it switched to nails as his lips grazed down her jaw, and down her neck. “You missed this dick, huh?” he whispered just below her ear. “Can you not be cocky...for fifteen seconds?” she asked against his jaw. It earned her a soft laugh from the curly haired boy. And he went back to kissing at her neck, nipping and sucking the skin there, but not hard enough to leave a mark. His hands moved over her body, and down her hips, before moving up her back. He unzipped that dress, and already began to pull it off of her.  Within minutes, he had that dress off, dropping it beside them. “You look so fucking good baby...” he whispered against her jaw, before leaning up to kiss her lips. She felt her cheeks burn at the compliment, and at him calling her baby. She kept kissing him back, one of her hands moved into his hair, her fingers locking in those curls. Her body almost melted under him, against him still, she felt herself moan into those kisses. “This outfit..” he whispered against her lips, "Let me look at you..” he said pulling back gently and looking over her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in lingerie before..” he said quietly, his fingertips tracing her figure. “You look like something out of a dream..” he said in a quiet voice. ”You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen..” he said it almost like he was talking to himself. But before she could answer his lips were on hers again. All she managed was a soft ‘Shawn’ into those kisses, but he just hummed against her lips as a response.  “I know,” he murmured into the kisses, “I know what I said before, but just one more time..” he whispered. “Shawn,” she breathed against his lips. She wanted to tell him that it should..not just be one more time. But he silenced her with kisses, his hands moving up the curve of her spine. His fingers undid her bra and pulled it off. His lips moved along her neck as his hands moved up over her chest slowly, massaging her breasts. Her hands moved over his body in return, along his sides and over his chest, down the toned muscles. She tilted her head to the side, soft moans falling from her lips as his lips moved along her neck. “I missed you..” she whispered before running one hand up his neck and tangling it into the curls at the base there. Shawn made a sound almost like a huff, and she couldn’t tell if he was laughing because he found it funny or because he didn’t believe her. He pulled her hips forward, his hands on her lower back, making her arch as he kissed over her chest. Little licks and nips as he made his way along her skin. Her hands tangled once more in his hair, playing with his curls and tugging them gently.  “That feels so good Shawn,” she whispered, “Do you like sucking those tits?” her voice was soft, almost like a little moan of her own. Shawn gave a low ‘mhm’ under his breath, almost nuzzling his face against her chest. He kept sucking at her skin, licking and sucking over her nipples for a moment. His hands moved lower down her waist, massaging her for a moment, like he just wanted to feel her. And then his hands pushed her panties down, letting them fall as his hands began to massage and knead at her bottom. “You’re so hot..” he whispered against her skin gently. But soon enough he pulled back up, kissing her lips hard. “Let me taste something else..” he said against her lips before slowly pulling back. And he picked up his laptop, closing it and setting it on his beside table. Once he turned back to face her though, she bit at her bottom lip, running her hands up his chest again. “How about this time Shawn..” she said softly, “You let me have a taste,” she did her best to give him the most sultry look she could muster. “You..always go down on me, like everytime we’ve ever hooked up,” she said giving him bedroom eyes, “How about this time you let me spoil you? Let me suck that big cock before you fuck me?” she asked, running her fingertips lower, just above the waistband of his pants. “Please?”  There was a moment where Shawn just looked over her, before nodding, “Alright,” he said giving her a little grin, “Who am I to say no to a perfectly good blowjob?” Once he agreed, she nodded, “Thank you daddy,” she cooed with her sweetest voice. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants, and pulled them down, dropping them to his ankles where he slipped them off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath them, and his cock was already visibly quite hard. “Is all this for me?” she cooed, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his cock, slowly stroking her hand up and down the length of it. “It’s so big,” she cooed. She saw Shawn roll his eyes, almost shaking his head, but there was still a smile on his lips. “Sit down!” she said then, in almost a bratty voice, before shoving him to sit on the edge of his bed. Shawn half fell with a little laugh, sitting back on the bed and watching her as she moved down onto her knees in front of him.  “You look so handsome,” she cooed looking up at him, running her nails up and down his thick thighs. Her hand finally moved to take hold of his cock and she leaned in, peppering kisses along the length of it. She dragged her tongue along the underside, giving a hum while she did. Her tongue moved higher, around the tip of his cock, and she used the tip of her tongue to tease the slit at the tip. Shawn’s hands were tangling into her hair now, pulling it a bit as moaned softly. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and he gave a shaky exhale. “That’s nice baby..” he whispered. He felt her smile against his cock, and he looked down to see it as well. She was smiling, before taking him deeper into her mouth. All at once she was bobbing her head, sucking hard and hungrily, almost leaning up on her knees while she did like she was SO eager. And truth be told, she was eager, she’d missed him.  The noises coming from him were constant, soft hungry whimpers as he pulled her hair a bit tighter “Fuck baby that feels amazing..” he groaned. She pulled back, but only for a moment, spitting against his cock before her hand took over where her mouth had been. She stroked him eagerly and hungry, leaning down to gently suck at his balls. She gave him soft little kisses and licks in-between that made him spread his legs and groan out. “Oh..god...damn,” he groaned, his head rolling to the side and then back. One hand stayed in her hair, but one moved back to rest on the bed, almost like to steady himself. “You’re doing such a good job baby..” he whispered. “Mhn, I love my daddy’s cock..” she murmured against his skin, before popping him right back into her mouth. She felt him throb, just seconds before, at her words, more than her touch. It made her moan against him gently as she pressed her mouth down as far as she could, gagging against him lightly. She felt him shift on the bed, she saw his abs clench, and she pulled back, kissing the tip of his cock over and over. “Do you wanna fuck me now, Shawn?” she cooed, before kissing at the side of his cock now, along it gently.  “Yeah..” he whispered, “Absolutely, come up here for me.” he said standing up, and pulling her up, putting her on his bed. He pushed her back, so her head rested on the pillow, before he got up and moved over her himself. He was spreading her legs moving between them, wrapping a hand around his cock and dragging the tip along her inner folds. He was almost shocked to see strings of wetness, not only his precum but his arousal. He’d have never owned it, but his cheeks flushed a soft pink at how worked up she was just from sucking his cock. “Wait,” her voice snapped him out of his almost trance, and he looked up at her, with a soft ‘hm?’ “Condom,” she said softly, “Get one.” For a second, his expression was blank, and he nodded, before opening his bedside drawer, grabbing a condom out of the box in there. “You didn’t make me use one the last time you were here, decided you don’t like my dick as good raw?” His question made her gasp, and she felt her cheeks burn. “Don’t be a asshole, the last time I was here, you showed me a letter showing me you’d been tested and you were clean. You got another one?” she asked.  “No, but I’m clean,” Shawn almost scoffed the words as he pulled on the condom. “Right, it’s been a week I’m sure you haven’t put that dick annnywhere else.” she said giving him a look. “You sound jealous,” he added with a soft smile. She huffed, “You know I have toys bigger than that in my drawer right, and they vibrate, you don’t vibrate. You just say stupid shit.” He grinned at that, before taking a hold of his cock now, and pushing up into her, “What drawer?” he asked, leaning up. One hand held her hip, one rested on the bed above her shoulder as he began to thrust into her. “Mhn, fuck Shawn,” she moaned, her hands resting on him, one on his back and one around his shoulders. “Fuck that feels good,” she panted, her pussy already clenching around him. “I know it does baby, it’s good dick, which drawer?” he asked brushing his lips against her jaw. She quirked a brow at him, “The one beside my bed, why do you care hn?” she asked, wrapping her leg around his waist now, pulling him tighter to her, “Just fuck me, Shawn,” she hummed.  “Mhn, yes ma’am,” he purred, leaning down a bit closer. But he took one hand, spreading her free leg open as the other hand balanced his weight. He was thrusting into her harder now, already reaching a sort of rough pace. “That feel good? You wanna tell me how good it feels?” he hummed against her jaw. “Your ego is worse than normal...” she panted, unable to keep from letting a moan slip out. “I just want some compliments baby, and I want you to give them to me, come on, tell me,” he whispered against her jaw, “Please? Don’t make me fuck it out of you?” For a moment she grinned, looking over him with such a little smirk. “Oh I think you might have to fuck it out of me Shawn..” she cooed. “I think you might just need to fuck that little pussy until I’m begging you to stop..” she cooed. She was already giving soft moans, but she heard Shawn laugh, under his breath, and she knew she was in for it.  “Your wish is my command, princess,” he cooed. Within seconds, Shawn’s hands took her thighs, and he spread them wide open. He didn’t push them up to her shoulders, but he did push them up some. “God your pussy is so fucking pretty..you know that? And so are you, you look like a fucking angel under me,” Shawn purred. He looked over a moment longer before using her legs as sort of leverage as he began to thrust into her. He didn’t put all of his weight on her, but that meant each he almost ‘fell’ into her, and it slammed his cock deep into her. Within seconds, he had her on the verge of sobbing. “Oh fuck, oh fuck Shawn, oh fuck that’s deep!” she cried, her hands clawing down his back instantly. “O-..Oh Shawn!” her voice was strained and each thrust up into her made her cry out, in such a vulgar way. “Tell me you love it baby,” he whispered against her jaw, leaning in to literally lick up her cheek. “Tell me you love that huge fucking dick stretching out your pussy. Tell me how good it is, tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had..”  Her voice was shaking so bad it took her a second to even speak. God it felt good, and she realized it even more now that it had been a while. She hadn’t been with him, she hadn’t been with her boyfriend. She’d been so down in the dumps about this that she hadn’t even touched herself. And now, all of that pleasure was flooding in, each thrust made her feel it in the pit of her stomach, burning heat. “Fuck Shawn,” she whimpered after a moment, she knew her nails were dragging blood down his back, she could feel it. “Please,” his voice was hot against her jaw, “Tell me how good it feels,” he panted those words, and it did sound like a plea, like he had to hear or he’d die. “It feels...so good Shawn..” she panted, and she could have sworn she heard him sigh of relief. “Mhm,” he moaned against her jaw, “More,” his voice was so quiet she barely heard it.  “It’s the best I ever had Shawn...” she whispered, “I mean it, you fuck me so fucking good..” her voice almost sobbed those words. “I’m going to cum, so fast baby, I’m so fucking close Shawn..” she whimpered as she tangled one hand into his hair and tugged hard. “Do you want that baby, you want me to soak that thick cock? I want to do it..I want to cum for you so bad,” she whimpered those words. He nodded to her, almost breathlessly. “Yeah baby, fuck yeah, soak that cock for me..” he panted, “Show me how good it makes you feel, I just want to make you feel good so bad..” he panted. She nodded to him, eagerly, her response just desperate moans. He was so clearly invested, so desperate and eager to make her cum. He was focused on it, his lips parted softly as he gave quiet moans of his own. His eyes were locked on her, all that moved were his curls that hung in his face while he thrust into her so consistently like that.  “I’m gonna Shawn..” her voice sounded like a warning, “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard for you, don’t stop,” she whined. And within seconds she was, her pussy clenching against him over and over. She felt her hips jerk forward, desperate for that friction between them. She gave whining almost sobs of pleasure as he kept thrusting into her while she rode it out. Finally, she pushed at his hands, getting them off her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around him. She pulled him closer with her thighs around his hips and kissed him hard, resting her hands on his cheeks. Shawn didn’t protest, kissing her back, and gently rolling his hips up against hers, keeping his tight to hers. “You fuck me so good Shawn...” she whispered, “You make me want that cock to be mine all the time,” she cooed.  “It could have been,” Shawn said after a moment before gently starting to pull back, almost like that ended it for him. “Shawn,” she whispered, pulling at him more so, “That’s..why I came, I broke up with him.” she said looking up at the brunette with almost doll eyes, like begging him to react kindly. “You did?” he asked looking over her. For a moment she saw excitement, and then it was washed over by neutrality. “That’s...I mean that’s good for you but, I don’t get why you’re telling me because you said before like...a few times now that you’re not into me so..” he said shrugging. “Will you like..unhook your legs so I can pull out?” he asked quietly. For a moment there was silence, as she swallowed her pride. “I lied,” she blurted out. “I said that because I didn’t think you would ever date me..I thought you just wanted some easy pussy.” she said looking down, and away from him now, slowly unhooking her legs from his waist. But Shawn didn’t move, “So...you like me?” he asked, brow furrowed, “As in like you came here to tell me you two broke up, so...we could get together?”  She couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Yes, why else did I get all dolled up and come over to suck your dick, you silly boy,” she cooed. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair, “Kiss me now,” she said, and Shawn sO eagerly leaned in, crushing his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. “I love you,” he finally said against her lips, “And I want to be your boyfriend. I know we haven’t...like had a chance to date for real before but..I want to now. And I want to be more than friends, and I don’t want us to fuck anyone besides each other.” His tone was so serious, but she couldn’t help but giggle at how sweet he was being. “Of course Shawn, I want that too, very much..it’s...a big part of why I broke up with him, to be with you,” she cooed, stroking her fingers down his cheek.  He grinned so wide, like a cat who got the cream, “Good.” he said softly, and he was pulling back from her now, slipping out of her. She leaned up, looking down between them, once more that condom was full. “Shawn, did you...like cum midway again?” she asked and he nodded. “Yeah kind of early on. Don’t...fuck with me about it, I’m your boyfriend now, be nice.” he said pointing at her. “God, Shawn, we talked about how...unsafe that is, I shudder to think of the potential children you have and don’t know about..or..what you could have possibly just given me.” she huffed. “I told you I’m clean,” he snapped at her, throwing the condom away and then flopping down next to her, cuddling with her. He reached down, pulling some sheets over them, before giving his phone an order to start some music.  “Mhn, you don’t have to leave this time there’s nowhere to go, you’re my girlfriend now.” he said against her cheek, giving her soft kisses over and over against her soft skin. “Well, I should clean up before we go to sleep,” she cooed playfully, “Also, we have something to discuss Mendes. Wanna tell me why you were watching.. ‘Big dick jock pounds slutty nerd tutoring him’?” she asked arching a brow, “Is that what I am to you? A nerdy slutty tutor?” her tone was slightly raised. “Pft, never,” he said shaking his head, “I..do have a big dick, and a history of projecting though.” he said grinning. “Oh god you’re awful,” she said laughing. “I knew you thought I was a nerd,” she playfully huffed against his shoulder. “Mhn, you are, but you’re also..my girlfriend,” he hummed before kissing her lips once gently. “I love you too,” she cooed against his lips, before stealing another kiss.

[snowdice]

Gaps in His Files (Part 1) [Relabeled; Refiled Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Patton

Characters: 

Main: Logan, Patton

Appear: Remy

Summary:

Logan Berry has learned many things the last 10 years: a lot of math and physics, a bit of humility, and how to be a hero being just a few. Through his education, his experience teaching, and his exploits as the superhero Bluebird, he’s changed in a lot of small and large ways. He has recorded these changes in well-organized documents and files. He’s even had to create two new file designations: a red one for files about his moonlighting at Bluebird, and a light blue one dedicated to his boyfriend, Patton.

When Bluebird is targeted by a memory device and all of those 10 years of progress suddenly disappear, Patton Sanders and Logan’s extensive files are left as his only resource to get those memories back. But what is Patton supposed to do when there are clear gaps in his files? And what does he do when he is one of them?

This is set 25 years before Sometimes Labels Fail though it’s story is completely independent of it and it is not necessary to read that one first.

Notes: Superhero AU, memory loss, past child abuse, past child neglect, unhealthy ideas about ones place in relationships, emotional suppression, self-deprecating thoughts 

There are a few background stories for Logan and Patton’s relationship that are also unnecessary to read, but expand their backstory a bit. They can be read before or after this story. Coffee Shop Meet Cute and Coffee Shop Incident Report deal with their first meeting, The Things We Never Mentioned talks about how Patton figured out Logan was bluebird, and Logan’s 25 Step Plan to Ask a Boy Out is how they started dating.

Logan woke slightly colder than he should have been with a presence in his bed that had not been there when he’d fallen asleep. He squinted at said presence in the dim light of his bedroom. “You are a blanket thief,” he informed the sleeping form as he carefully brushed a bit of hair out of his face. He stirred a bit, pressing back against the touch with a soft sound. Logan glanced over at his bedside table and quickly reached over to turn off the alarm that was set to go off in 4 minutes. Then, he turned his attention back to the bed invader.

“Patton,” he called softly, leaning forward to brush a soft kiss across his brow. He puffed out a breath in response and shuffled closer, still mostly asleep. Logan smiled. He appreciated Patton in any state, but sleepy Patton held a special place in his heart. He started peppering kisses down his cheek to his jaw causing his nose to twitch as he started to stir. “Good morning dear.”

“Uhm nuh humba na ha.”

“Ah yes,” Logan replied seriously, “a compelling argument.”

He was still not quite in the waking world, but he was conscious enough to recognize the mocking. He whined and slapped Logan’s shoulder softly. Logan took that as a cue to roll on top of him and lean forward to kiss his neck.

“No,” he whined and wiggled. “Annoying.”

“Annoying huh?” Logan asked into his neck. “Big words for someone guilty of breaking and entering.”

“No breaking,” Patton complained, “I have a key!”

Logan hummed in response. “When did you get here?”

“About 4am,” he mumbled.

“Hmm,” Logan said and gave him a slow kiss on the lips. “I’ll close the curtains when I get up.”

Patton’s legs wrapped around his waist and he yawned. “Thanks.”

“I am going to have to get up pretty soon dear,” Logan pointed out.

“No,” Patton whined, “snuggles.”

“I think my students may not be happy if I do that,” he said.

Patton snorted. “They would too.”

“Well, at least my supervising professor wouldn’t be happy.”

Patton just grumbled and snaked his arms around Logan’s neck before pulling him down for another long kiss.

It took much effort for Logan to pull himself back. “This is entirely unfair,” he said, fingers tracing patterns over his cheeks. “You are far too adorable to resist.”

Patton giggled which was even more unfair and Logan surged forward for another kiss, though it was a quicker peck this time.

“And yet you resist me,” Patton said when he drew back again, a finger tracing his brow.

“Duty calls,” he responded.

“Yeah,” he replied softly.

“I love you,” Logan said. The hand on Logan’s shoulder clenched into the fabric of his shirt.

“I love you too,” he said, a bit of a shake to his voice before lunging forward to kiss him thoroughly once again. Logan was breathless by the time they finally drew apart.

“I do have to go now,” he said regretfully.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, and released his grip on Logan’s shoulder.

Logan regretfully pulled himself from the warmth that was Patton and stood. He went to his window and pulled the curtain to darken the room before going to his closet. The suit he’d picked up from the store yesterday was front and center, and he touched the outside of the white plastic covering it with a soft smile. Then he grabbed his outfit for the day. When he turned back around, Patton had already closed his eyes and curled himself around an extra pillow. Logan paused and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek before going to change and get ready in the bathroom.

Once he was dressed, he entered his kitchen and his eyes immediately found the note on his countertop. Don’t forget to eat breakfast! :) <3 was scribbled in Patton’s messy scrawl on one of Logan’s sticky notes. Logan puffed out a laugh and went over to start the coffee machine. He reached for his coffee cup and caught sight of another sticky note inside it. Don’t ignore me. >:( it read. Logan shook his head and went about organizing his school supplies in his bag. He pulled out his planner to check his schedule for the day and another note fell out. Logan…

“Fine, fine,” Logan said aloud and walked over to his cabinet to grab the loaf of bread there. A note was taped to the top. Thankyou! <3<3. “Absolutely incorrigible,” he said fondly. He gathered up that note as well as the other three while he waited for the bread to toast and stuck them in his pocket. He spread peanut butter on his toast and poured himself a cup of coffee before taking his breakfast and his planner into the extra bedroom he’d converted into an office.

There was a pen sitting on his desk out of place and Logan bit his tongue in agitation, picking it up and sitting down on his chair. He took a bite of his toast and opened his planner to his to do list for the week. The calendar next to it had his class schedule in black pen, his personal appointments in green, and his study schedule in dark blue ink. His Saturday had been blocked off from 3pm to 11pm with a lighter blue inked pen. He went to check off one of the tasks he’d finished last night, and nothing happened.

“I’m going to kill him,” he told the empty room before rolling his chair over to the trashcan to throw out the empty pen. It clinked against the two already in the trashcan. He swore Patton had the latent superpower to summon inkless pens and the more time he spent at Logan’s apartment, the more accumulated despite Logan’s best efforts. It was a source of endless torment for Logan but still a small price to pay for his boyfriend’s presence.

Once he’d grabbed a functioning pen from its place in his pen holder and finished editing his weekly task list (Though there were a few important exclusions in this week’s list in fear of prying eyes. He would have to remember to call the photographers to confirm between his first and second class without a note to remind himself.), he reached into his pocket for this morning’s notes. He glanced up at a spot on the far wall that was too high for him and, more importantly, Patton to reach without buying a ladder. Well, at least, it would be too high for Logan except for one important fact. He flicked his finger and a small hidden door slid up. The contents of the secret compartment shot into his hand with barely a mental nudge.

He opened his desk and found the stack of different colored paper he kept there. He flipped past the dark blue and red to get to the pieces of light blue paper in the exact shade of the cover of the binder he held in his hand. He selected one of those pages and used the hole puncher on his desk to prepare it to go into the binder before he carefully arranged the notes from Patton on it in chronological order. Then, he pinned each of them down with pieces of tap and wrote himself quick notes next to each to remind himself of where he’d found them. Once finished, he turned to the binder. He touched the cover with a large amount of fondness and a bit of mortification because honestly, he couldn’t believe he was still doing this.

He’d started taking notes on Patton the moment they’d met in a coffee shop over three years ago. Later he would learn that Patton had just gotten off of a long shift at the hospital and was utterly exhausted, but all Logan had known at the time was that a strange man bumped into him and would have spilled an entire cup of hot coffee on him if it hadn’t been for Logan’s own quick reflexes. Unfortunately, those quick reflexes had not been of the physical variety; he had accidently used his powers to stop the cup and its contents in midair. He’d turned wide eyes to the stranger, dreading a reaction. There weren’t exactly many supers with telekinesis who lived in the state after all, but he’d just said “good catch” as though he hadn’t noticed Logan’s attempts to ruin his own secret identity. Logan hadn’t known whether or not to believe him when he acted as though he’d seen nothing, worried about who this man could be and what he could be planning. (Patton would later tell him that Logan probably could have floated into the coffee shop upside down and kicked Patton in his face, and he wouldn’t have noticed that day.) So, he’d written up an incident report for his red files with all the details he could remember and then resolved to keep an eye on the man in case he was lying and plotting to take action against Logan (he hadn’t been). And well, he had certainly ended up keeping an eye on Patton.

Later the binder had become a cumulation of frankly embarrassing records of his crush along with a failed list of steps to get a date (failed because while executing the third step, Patton had asked him out.) Then, once they’d started dating, it had been a sort of crutch, filled with hypothesizes and observations about Patton as though he were some sort of science experiment. Logan had never had any type of romantic relationship before (barring the two embarrassing incidents where his parents attempted to set him up with dates for school dances). He’d vowed when he first put on a mask that he would never date anyone who did not already know his superhero identity. The nice Catch-22 was that Logan had never told anyone that he was Bluebird. Then Patton barreled his way into his life with no regard for Logan’s emotional walls. Logan had been going in blind and the binder had been his way of dealing with the confusing, though wonderful, feelings.

He was better now, more settled, and more comfortable with the peculiarities of sharing so much of your life with another person. Now he only really referred to the binder for specific, important events. Other than that, it was used more like a scrapbook anymore. Logan had trouble throwing away things Patton gave him.

He flipped to the correct section of the binder and placed the page with this morning’s notes in it. His finger traced the smiley face and heart on the first one. Then, he flipped to the back of the binder briefly, tapped the baggy hanging there with his finger, just to double check, before closing the binder and replacing it back in the hidden compartment with his powers.

He drank the rest of his coffee and packed his bag before leaving to get to his 8:30 am class on time. It was Tuesday now. One more normal day today and three more after that.

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Question time!

1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? because life is hard and i just don’t understand what i’m doing wrong but everyone else seems to know

2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? nope. and to be fair, i would be sleeping anyway

3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? if it’s like an actual thing for them that they do regularly, i’d probably be a bit concerned, but i don’t see anything wrong with trying things out for fun. if you’re just a straight up pothead, we wouldn’t be dating in the first place

4: Do you find it easy to trust others? i guess

5: What were you doing at 11PM last night? filling in another pointless question post on tumblr, funny that you should ask

6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you? unlikely scenario, but i’m gonna say my friends from uni

7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? probably spend the next few years thinking about it, unable to trust anyone again

8: Are you close with your dad? not as close as with my mum but still reasonably close

9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right? i’m curious as to what kind of life you think i’m living because this is not it

10: What are you listening to? the soothing hum of my laptop fan

11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? woter:)

12: Do you like hickeys? i don’t exactly understand the point

13: What time do you go to bed? going to bed and falling asleep are two very different things but usually around 2-4

14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down? me. it’s me.

15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both? definitely not

16: Do you always answer your texts? sooner or later, yes

17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? no

18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? not that long ago

19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? all of my friends

20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? aight imma head out

21: Is anyone else in the room with you? no

22: Do you believe what goes around comes around? in a sense i do

23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now? i feel like i was, yeah

24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? well there’s nothing to “fix” per se, i just wish things went differently

25: In the past week, have you cried? yes

26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing? red

27: Do people ever call you by your last name? my aunt often does, weirdly enough

28: Is anyone ignoring you right now? only every single one of the 4 people i’ve messaged on tinder recently. which makes me feel really great

29: Do you have a best friend? there’s someone i could perhaps call my best friend but i don’t think i have a “true” best friend at the moment like those i’ve had before

30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? no i’m completely neutral towards her

31: Who was your last call from? my friend tried to call me yesterday but i couldn’t answer

32: Are you mad at anyone? no

33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you? marginally, yes

34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? honestly i don’t know?? i don’t remember when she was born exactly but i feel like we were born in the same year at least, so i’m guessing either 21 or 22

35: How many more days until your birthday? 329

36: Do you have any summer plans yet? summer literally just ended so no

37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? not exactly a fan of the word opposite in this context but i get what you mean. so yeah, most of my friends are of the “opposite” sex

38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? nothing that would be their business to know

39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? i guess i do.

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone? i haven’t kissed nearly enough people for there to be any regrets. soo... would you like to be my first regret? haha just kidding... unless...

41: Do you think age matters in relationships? not going to write the essay that the wording of this question warrants but basically yes but only to some extent; what’s more important is that you’re in a similar phase in life and have similar expectations about the relationship. age can be a large factor in those things as well as your “maturity” but it isn’t the only factor.

42: Are you available? yeah bitch hmu

43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? two

44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? well i guess it’d have to be a septum, then

45: Do you believe exes can be friends? yes, in fact that’s my life philosophy

46: Do you regret anything? :)) i don’t think about it as much as i used to but i’ve never fully forgiven myself for confessing my feelings to someone who wasn’t interested in me. this is known as the february 2019 incident

47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? tiddies

48: Did you ever lose a best friend? yeah, not to death but to life

49: Was your last kiss a mistake? no

50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? i don’t quite like anyone at the moment and it’s gonna take a long time until i’m ever going to have the courage to make a move on anyone i’m interested in because of the aforementioned incident

51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? no

52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? no, like there’s nothing negative between us and we’d say hello if we met on the street but we just don’t talk 

53: What was the last thing you ate? pancake:)

54: Did you get any compliments today? haven’t really interacted with anyone today so no

55: Where are you going on your next vacation? bich this is my vacation, i’m going nowhere except to bed

56: Do you own anything from other countries? yes. like i’m a bit amused by this question like where on this planet can you even live where at least some of your stuff hasn’t been made in China etc. (well, i guess that would be China). but even if you’re referring to souvenirs from trips etc, still yes

57: Are most of your friend guys or girls? girls

58: Where have you lived most of your life? in Oulu, Finland

59: When was the last time you took a long drive? a few months ago, but i wasn’t the one driving

60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle? yes, also known as the game where my friends try to find out who i have a crush on

61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house? i had to google what TPing means and i’m more and more scared of americans every day

62: Who do you text the most? honestly my social life is at a point where my most common recurring interaction is exchanging cat videos with my mum (apart from group chats)

63: What was the last movie you saw? the matrix

64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex? yeah as if i have one

65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2010? 2010?? damn i was literally 10

66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you? we were around the same age

67: Do you curse around your parents? for comedic effect

68: Are you happy with where you live? not my dream apartment but it’s okay

69: Do you collect anything? my tiktok seems to have become a collection of about 250 cute lgbt folks, but other than that, no

70: What’s your favourite colour? a kind of deep, ultramarine blue

71: Does the last song you listened to remind you of anyone? not in particular

72: Has anyone ever cheated on you? no

73: What are your plans for tomorrow? make some music

74: Do you have siblings over the age of twenty-one? i don’t have any

75: Does your last ex have a job? not that i know of

76: What would you do if you found out your most recent ex was in a relationship? she is and i’m happy for her, or as happy as i can be while being painfully aware of the fact that my love life hasn’t gone anywhere in the past two years

77: Where is your cellphone? on the floor, charging

78: What colour is your cellphone? black and bronze

79: What did you dream of last night? it was something fairly nsfw and extremely hot and i lterally had to pause for a second when i woke up because damn it’s been so fucking long since i’ve experienced that irl and it left me with a bad case of yearning

80: Are you atheist? yes

81: Will you change your name when you get married? no

82: Are you ready for autumn weather? would be a bit too late if i wasn’t

83: Have you had any big storms recently? there was one that was rumoured to be really big but tbh i barely noticed it 

84: What kind of bottoms are you wearing? just my comfy pajamas

[isomnelyswear]

Paranormal vacation part 2

Starker fanfiction.

French girl trying to be spooky in English.

Tony rotated on his feet. There was a shadow outside, around five meters away. It looked human. Peter retreated. The thing went in their direction. Rapidly. Tony closed the window roughly. The shadow disappeared.

"This... This isn't a cat !

- I'll go outside. You stay in.

- No no no I'm coming with you."

They both turned on their phones lights and went outside. Peter walked a feet behind Tony. When Tony broke a branch, Peter shouted.

"Shh, stay quiet. Here, come."

Tony gave him his hand. They looked where the shadow was and all around the house. There was no sign of anyone. They went back inside the house, still holding hands.

"It's late. We must be hallucinating. Or see something that was further.

- Yeah... You're right..."

Peter nodded. Their fingers were laced together. Their chest were touching.

"Mr Stark..."

This time, they were looking straight in the eyes. Peter licked his lips with Tony watching his mouth. The younger's breath was warm and trembling. After long second hesitating, Tony kissed Peter's cheek.

"Time to go to bed, he whispered in his ear."

Peter nodded again. They went to bed in silence.

Tony lay on his back. He closed his eyes. His heartbeat was high. Too much feelings in only one night.

A shout woke him up in surs. He stood immediately and ran to Peter's room. The kid was sitting on his bed, shaking. His window slammed violently. There was the same repugnant smell than before.

"What's happening ? Are you hurt ?

- No... I ... I heard... Holy shit..."

Tony closed the window and sat next to his pupil. Peter took off his wet t-shirt.

"I heard a voice. It was calling me. It said "Peter". Then it grabbed my wristles. It felt so real...

- Hush now."

Tony hugged him.

"Please stay Mr Stark. Please. I need you.

- I'm not going anywhere. You can rest now. I'll protect you. I swear."

Tony barely blinked until Peter was asleep. He stayed awake all night. Nothing strange happened. He finally slept when the sun was sweeping the floor.

When he opened his eyes, Peter wasn't around. Tony straightened and ran through the house to find Peter cooking peacefully.

"Is everything alright Mr Stark ?

- Yes, everything's fine. I didn't see you upstairs."

Peter nodded. He was appreciating Tony's naked legs and torso with a shy smile.

"I... I did a brunch. It's already noon so ...

- You're perfect. I'll go change and I'll be back."

They ate outside, in silence. Peter looked up and down so many times that Tony sighed.

"Is it a problem ?

- No ! No problem sir !

- You keep looking at me like you want to tell me something, so speak.

- I... I am sorry. For last night I... You don't seem to have sleep a lot and it is all my fault.

- I don't care, you don't need to be sorry."

Peter opened his mouth and closed it right after. He bit his lips. Tony was way too sleepy to try to read his face.

"I told you you can speak.

- Well, it's quite embarrassing."

Tony felt an electricity ticking under his skin. His brain worked at full speed. Did he speak in his sleep ? Did he have a boner ? Did he unconsciously touch the boy ?

"Spit it out now.

- Can you sleep with me tonight ?"

Tony laughed with relief. Peter blushed and scowled.

"You don't have to, if you think it is nuts. I just sleep better when you're around. No need to make fun of me.

- I wasn't making fun of you. I can sleep in your room as many times as you want."

Peter smiled.

"Thank you Mr Stark ! "

The younger man relaxed immediately.

"So what should we do today ?

- I wanted to visit Oban, a city near this place. But I think working in the lab could be a good option too. I'm tired.

- Ok ! What should we work on ?

- Well, we used the ark system here as a generator. We must find a structure that can handle the energy for bigger places. Like the tower. Or a city.

- Let's do that."

They worked all day, burning with passion. Their technology was the futur, they were sure of it. In Tony's mind, the equation was simple : being independent of fossil energies meant no more war for the countries which owned it, meant maybe avoiding a nuclear war. Their generator could save lifes. Millions of them.

In his earlier carrier, Tony used to build weapons. Of course, his society thrived. Until the day his best friend, Rhody, lost the fonction of his legs because of him. The "enemies" had taken his weapons against their compatriots and allies.

Tony decided to visit the fighting countries. He met several persons, kids, urged to fight. His guns were used by eight years old child. He couldn't bear it.

After this, he chose to make Earth a better place. To forgive his sins, while helping humanity. This epiphany led him to the scientific contest where he met his heir. He understood that as a sign that he stepped in the right direction.

At 11pm, Tony put music. Peter discovered many songs while they were working.

At 2am, Peter fell asleep on his desk. At 3, Tony noticed. He approached the kid to wake him up when the smell came back. There was no window in the cave.

"It has to come from the ground, Tony whispered for himself."

He fixed Peter's perfect face a few minutes before gently shaking his shoulder. Peter had an hard time opening his eyes.

"We should go to sleep sweetheart, Tony mumbled."

They went upstairs. Peter stretched and undressed before laying on the bed. He looked at Tony who hasn't move a muscle.

"You're still ok to sleep here?

- Of course."

Tony undressed too, he went to bed with only his boxer on. He didn't think the situation would make him so unconfortable.

Tony was on his back, focused on the roof. The smell had decreased, but was still there. He heard Peter moving a little, then stop. The young genius did it again. And again. He arrived against Tony's shoulder. Tony opened his arm automatically, and Peter stalled his head on his chest. Stark could feel his whole body against his.

"Goodnight Mr Stark.

- Good night Pete'."

"Mr Stark... Mr Stark please... Wake up"

Tony opened his eyes. Peter was laying close to him, whispering his name. The smell filled the entire room.

"What is happening ?

- Shh... Listen. Can you hear that ?"

Tony yawned and tried to focus on the sounds around him. First, he heard the wood wracking. It was getting closer to the room's door. The footsteps stopped in front of the door. For a minute, all that Tony could hear was Peter's hot breath near his neck.

A white noise began suddenly, like an old television.

"What the fuck... Whispered Tony."

A light human form appeared, standing in front of them. Its finger pointed at a shaking Peter. It was moving slowly to them. Tony hugged Peter closer.

The footsteps restarted. Something was slamming the door. Tony looked quickly at the door to see the handle moving violently.

"Go away... I said go away ! He yelled firmly."

At the end of the order, the sound of his voice was echoing alone in the room. The light was gone too.

"We must leave this place now, and burn it."

Peter looked at him with tears in his eyes. He seemed shaken.

"We can't...

- What do you mean ? Have you see this thing ?!

- It was ... I'm sure of it... It was aunt May."

Tony was perplexed.

"That was a freaking ghost ! Or a spirit ! I don't mean to be rude Peter, but it just can't be your aunt May !

- I swear ! I recognized her ! She was pointing me !

- There is no way it was ...

- Well I don't know !"

Peter straightened.

"Maybe we're on an old Indian graveyard and it opened the gate between life and death, or we are the seven's full moon of an antic Maya calendar, or she was secretly Scottish but this was May !

- Even if she was, she doesn't seem to want you some good Peter !

- It may not be easy to communicate with living forms, maybe we misunderstood the signs ! For all I know, it could be the last chance I have to say goodbye to my last family member ! We have to stay !"

Tony sat on the bed and took Peter's hand.

"This is crazy Peter. When we watched an horror movie, you told me "why didn't they run?!" Well this is the exact same circonstances.

- Mr Stark... Please."

How could he refuse anything to those wet brown eyes ?

"We'll talk about it in the morning. You try to sleep. I'll watch over you. Come here."

He lay down on the bed and took Peter in his arms. He hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead.

After twenty quiet minutes, Peter whispered against Tony's chest.

"You smell so good Mr Stark..."

Tony was nearly happy to be so scared. His body didn't react fully to the sensual but sleepy sentence.

"Thanks kid. You sleep, now."

Tony had never expected his first night sleeping with Peter to be this terrifying.

They were eating breakfast in the day light when Peter initiated the conversation that was burning on their tongues.

"About tonight... First, I'ld like to thank you for not forcing me to leave or... Burning the house."

Tony chuckled, drinking his coffee.

"I think... Yes, I think this thing, whatever it is, is trying to communicate with us. Maybe it is in pain. It could be just asking for help in a strange way. Plus, I'm pretty sure I saw May last night. I came to one conclusion."

Internally, Tony hoped Peter was about to say they should leave asap.

"We should establish a communication with it."

The older man blew, but didn't disagree. Peter's eyes were shining with determination.

"And how could we do that exactly ? Use an ouija ?

- I was thinking about calling a paranormal specialist.

- And you've already checked on the internet to find one.

- Of course I did. His name is Dr Strange. He is very well recommended by several persons with occult manifestations.

- Is there any way I can convince you not to call this man ?

- No way sir."

Damn, he loved this young man so hard.

[ve1vetyoongi]

remember me | kth - 03

chapters: I, II, III, IV, V

pairing: taehyung x reader

rated: mature - contains smut.

genre: idol!au, baker!tae, french!reader, angst, romance, fluff, smut.

summary: Taehyung wants to be forgotten. Overwhelmed by his life as idol persona V, he longs to just be Kim Taehyung for once. Even if that means forgetting everything he ever knew.

word count: 7.1k

warnings:  smut, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, mentions of blood, strong language, memory loss.

a/n: so. it’s finally here..its chapter three. I’m going to be honest with you - this has been finished and sitting in my drafts since January but for some reason I just couldn’t post it. I got so many lovely messages about the last chapter and truthfully I was scared - just in case this one doesn’t live up to expectations! But it’s like 11pm rn and im making the decision to FINALLY put this out...so let me know what you think, I promise I can handle it! hehe.

The nightmares started suddenly. And once they did, Taehyung couldn’t make them stop.

It was becoming increasingly normal for Taehyung to find himself awake in a pile of shivering limbs at ungodly hours of the morning.

For some reason his mind just wouldn't quit it.

Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, brazen images plagued his peaceful slumber. They crept into every corner of his brain with a vigour so overwhelming, Taehyung was sure they were reality - until his beating heart went into overdrive and woke him with a jolt.

The nightmares were nothing like Taehyung had experienced before. This wasn’t your run of the mill blood and gore - in fact he was blind; or more accurately, his eyes were covered - by what he couldn't tell, perhaps a mask - only allowing a dull and dampened light to penetrate its cover.

It wasn't what he could see that filled him with dread  - no, the thing that had him paralyzed, vulnerable and cold was what he could feel.

His body, washed in a fiery heat that numbed his entire being. The air, hot and heavy as he gasped around it, lungs ablaze.

He could hear too - a haunting cacophony of  broken strings and his own screams, barely noticeable if it were not for the way his throat burned fiercely.

In the dreams everything felt a little too bright, a little too loud and so vivid yet when he woke they were jumbled and faded and somehow out of reach. An untouchable movie reel that played on repeat until dawn pressed pause.

That being said, they were becoming more intense, more clear. Slowly, at least. Sometimes, his fingers were able to loosen the knot and part of the blindfold would fall away, revealing cracks of the picture before him - parts of the thing that was haunting him - like another piece of a puzzle falling into its place.

And that was what Taehyung feared more than anything. For now, the blindfold was his protection, a form of sanctuary from whatever pursuit he was running from.

If the blindfold was gone, Taehyung would have to confront his persecutor face to face. And he was terrified of what - or whom - he may find when his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness he knew waited for him.

Taehyung had tried to hide the dreams from you at first. Back when they were just that - dreams. Back when Taehyung could turn over and fall back asleep, replacing the fear with the cushion of peace and comfort slumber once brought him.

Until they were so intense, so powerful, he found himself shaken awake by his own frantic shouts, legs and arms thrashing around in the satin bed sheets that suffocated his dampened skin.

Suddenly, they were a lot harder to conceal.

Naturally, you were concerned. It was driving you crazy, seeing Taehyung in pain yet being helpless to relieve it.

This wasn't the type of  wound inflicted by a knife or a fever and you were out of your depth.

You wanted to know why; or more accurately what - what was turning the man who smiled so easily and lived life with a love so passionate into a child, stricken with fear. What caused him to become so utterly inconsolable?

"I have a book on dreams somewhere," You had encouraged one morning, after a particularly bad night. Nibbling your lip anxiously, you searched through a pile of novels on the floor next to the bed. Perhaps providing the why for Taehyung would help him come to terms with the what, you figured. "It might help you sleep better if you knew what the dreams meant."

And Taehyung wanted to tell you the what. Except he couldn't. Because truthfully, he didn't know himself. And he was more than sure that there was no textbook that could provide him with an adequate explanation.

"Yeah. Maybe." He had responded with levels of enthusiasm lower than he intended to be evident, flashing you a curt smile in an attempt to save your feelings. You were trying to help, he knew that. "I'll give it a read."

Truthfully, besides the knowledge of morning, the only comfort Taehyung could rely on was not something that could be found in a book.

It was you.

When the world was dark and his body trembled, your arms were a tender sunrise as you cradled him in your embrace.

Your fingers stroked his hair with a soothing touch gentler than moonlight and the tears that streaked his cheeks shimmered like a thousand stars.

Your hot breath was sweet as honeycomb while it whispered gentle hushes into his ear, bringing his heart to a steadier pace with your slow lullaby.

And it was then that even though the nightmare still clung to Taehyung, the world didn't seem so dark anymore. You were the sun, bathing him with a warmth and radiance that didn't burn like the fear did.

And for a moment, everything was okay again.

After a while, you found yourself lying awake even before Taehyung inevitably woke you with his strangled cries and sweaty palms. Simply watching as his chest rose and fell gently, exhausted features relaxing as you traced the contours of his face with your thumb. Anticipating the pivotal moment where they would harden and contort with a pain unimaginable to you.

Until another nightmare would take Taehyung away and you would hold him desperately, scared to let go incase he never came back.

Until the sun rose and morning filtered through the curtains and you were sure Taehyung wouldn't slip through your fingers like broken glass.

Until Taehyung was Taehyung again.

Taehyung would be lying if he said that night was like any other; it was worse.

He had already woken up twice that night, plagued by the same demons he had grown to anticipate. Both times you had been by his side, pulling him towards you carefully as you always did, pressing soft kisses to his forehead despite the layer of salty sweat which coated it.

Not long had he fallen asleep again before they were back, except something seemed different - striking a bout of fear in him more intense than ever before if that were even possible.

His body was alight again, hot to his own touch when he grappled with the blindfold which obscured his vision to no success. A voice sounded somewhere behind him - or was it in front of him? - he couldn't tell, but he tried to follow it anyway, stumbling to his feet and outstretching his arms as he blindly navigated the darkness. The voice was bright, almost friendly if his gut instinct wasn't screaming NO! as he approached it.

"Taehyung."

Well, that was new. It knew his name now, huh?

And then, again: "Taehyung."

But this time the voice was different, deeper. Recognisable perhaps, if he just thought hard enough...

His foot hit something and his balance was lost, sending him flying forward. Taehyung's hands came out before him, barely breaking his fall and colliding with the coolness of metal - no, it was glass, he could feel the broken shards cutting his palms, blood surprisingly cold against his boiling skin - and then the voice was back, taunting him this time.

"Taehyung! Taehyung! Taehyung!"

The strings began to play and he must have started to scream because the air was knocked out of his lungs with a colossal force that left him heaving on his hands and knees.

A fragrance so sweet it was sickening filled the air, choking him as a brush of velvet fabric raised the hair on his arms.

The voice was next to his ear this time, lips brushing his lobe.

"Taehyung. I miss you."

Before he knew it, he was running, boots clunking against stone as he tried to outrun the voice that seemed to be everywhere now. Until the ground disappeared, his stance faltering; and he was falling, falling...

Until then, he was awake again.

Taehyung's form shot up, elbows propping his weight as he clutched his chest, face contorting with fierce anxiety.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His breath came out in short, sharp rasps and his throat was tight and raw. He drew his bare legs to his chest, arms curling around them and cradling his own chin between his knees, waiting for your familiar gentle touch to send shivers across his skin.

Except, it didn't. And for what felt like the first time, he opened his eyes.

Morning slipped between the cracks in the blinds, bathing the room in a yellowish glow. The clock on the wall told Taehyung it was already past 10.

A quick glance to his side revealed you, perfect and still as you slept facing where he sat, arms outstretched as though you were reaching for him.

Guilt washed over him. You had barely slept for weeks - and it was all his fault. You were so worried about Taehyung's sleeping habits that you completely forgot to take care of your own; no wonder you were exhausted, he tutted.

And through it all, Taehyung had been too focused on himself to even realise it. He had been too caught up in his own nightmares to notice the blueish bags beneath your eyes or the yawns you hid behind your hair at the bakery.

He couldn't blame you for not being there when he woke up, not really. But that didn't stop him from wishing you were awake to hold him, relieve the anxiety that bubbled hotly under his skin.

Even though thoughts of waking you nagged in the back of his mind, he resisted. Taehyung's thumping heart felt like it suddenly stilled when he looked at you, utterly tranquil. His hands ached to trace the pink rosé of your cheeks, the soft lips which parted for quiet breaths to flutter between them.

He decided he could not bare to disturb you.

"I'm a grown adult. I can do this." he said to nobody but himself, hearing the uncertainty that was evident in his own voice. "It was just a dream."

With trembling fingers he pulled the sheets tighter around your shoulders, placing a long kiss to your temple before climbing out of bed, feet scuffling against the carpet as he crept carefully out of the room.

The apartment was the same size as it always was however while it usually felt cosily small, now it was suffocating. Every breath felt like the air was thinner than the last and Taehyung wanted - no needed - out.

Quietly, he pulled on a shirt and slipped his feet into his shoes before scribbling a note in his messy scrawl: GONE TO MARKET. BACK SOON.

A walk. That is what he needed. The fresh air would do him good, help him clear his head.

The cane he was used to grabbing out of habit now balanced against the dresser. Gingerly, he applied pressure to his thigh, wincing when an ache captured his leg. Not nearly as painful as before, though.

His fingertips brushed the cane's handle, before retreating to the fleece lining of his coat pocket.

"She'll be happy," he reminded himself of your face, imagining the way it would beam when you saw him walking without assistance. "You can do it."

Hand caught on the door handle, Taehyung turned and took one last look at your sleeping form, lashes pressed tightly to the tops of your cheeks.

And with that, he slid out of the door, pressing it shut with a quiet click before making his way into town.

The morning air was cooler than usual against Taehyung's face, and the light chills that crept up his arms were a welcome relief from the heat that still lingered somewhere beneath his skin.

Preparations for the annual September Fate filled the market with an excited buzz as Taehyung walked beneath the blue and yellow bunting someone had strung between opposing balconies in celebration.

If there was one thing Taehyung could rely on it was that the town was full of life. The infectious warmth was enchanting, drawing Taehyung in with its loud and bustling charms and thawing a sense of normality from beneath the vice like grip of unnerving fear that still clouded his mind.

Herds of people crowded around tattered wagons decorated with collages of fresh produce. Taehyung felt his shoulders relax from their hunched state as his eyes glazed across their familiar faces, anxiety eased by the contagious giggles of playing children.

"Bonjour, Taehyung." An older man behind a vibrant fruit stall called as he passed by, whom he recognized as a regular from the bakery.

"Bonjour, Monsieur," He drawled back in French, his pronunciation not yet perfect but improving. The people here didn't seem to mind though, accepting him as one of their own. The quizzical stares he had received upon arriving were long gone, replaced with knowing grins and tenderness. It felt like family. It felt like Taehyung belonged.

The fragrance of sweet jasmine and white lilies drew Taehyung's attention towards a flower stall which sat nearby. The blooms were as vibrant as the town itself, flamboyant and almost too beautiful not to stare at and before he knew it his feet were shuffling towards the biggest bouquet of sunflowers on display, their dreamy scent lulling him with a sense of familiarity.

Sunflowers were never his favourite but somehow they intrigued him now; they were majestic power and strength, surviving every storm and begging for the sunlight they received so graciously. They were joy on a cloudy day, giving their beauty to the world without regret.

Absentmindedly, Taehyung handed a crisp bill to the stall owner and told her to wrap the entire bunch.

While the age calloused fingers of an old lady began to carefully twist the stems in brown paper, a bell chimed as a door was opened nearby, followed by the click of heels and harmonious, sugary laughter. Taehyung's eyes couldn't help but wander.

A couple stepped out of the store which sat on the street corner, a spring in the step of the young woman whose eyes were filled with stars -  almost brighter than the ring her partner placed on her forth finger.

The man's own expression softened as he watched her hold out her slender fingers, admiring the rock that symbolized infinity; eternal love. His palms cupped her chin and he tilted his own so that their lips crashed together perfectly. And Taehyung found a small smile growing on his own face as he watched them disappear hand in hand, filled with a sudden sense of longing.

His heart was laced with a desperation to touch you, to feel you. To tell you that he was hopelessly yours and he wanted nothing more than to make you his, if you would allow him.

He didn't need the wedding - though he had to admit the idea of seeing you in a dress was mouthwatering, the image too beautiful for him to comprehend - just you and him and the security of forever and always.

It was almost laughable. How he had turned up in a new town, an amnesiac and an outsider. Yet somehow the things he had forgotten didn't matter anymore when what he knew was so precious; the love he felt for life here was real and something told him he should hold onto it until death did he part.

But if losing it meant having you, he would agree in a heartbeat. And that's how he knew you were special.

Taehyung's palm cupped his forehead, shielding his eyes from the morning sun as he read the handmade sign balanced above the window of the store the couple emerged from. Someone had scrawled Pawn Shop in French, the red paint a little smudged at the edges but still legible.

It was like some sort of rope was tightening around Taehyung's waist, drawing him closer and closer, all earlier thoughts forgotten as he pushed his way through the small crowd, ignoring the grunts of irritation from those around him.

A glass window separated him from the display of silver and gold jewelry encased in glass, each labeled with prices and carats and styles. His eyes scanned the shelves of rings - each pretty enough to make his heart flutter slightly at the thought of watching it catch the light on your finger but none quite what he envisioned.

Until he saw it. In a box, black and perfectly simple, with an interior of pink satin - elegant yet tasteful. It was luxury and splendor and everything that this town was not.

Except, all of this become a blur when Taehyung's eyes fell on the main prize - something that made every other stone in the world seem like mere rhinestones and crystals in comparison.

Something he had...seen before.

A diamond ring.

And just like that, it hit him. Everything hit him.

Memories flooded back to Taehyung in a flash, his breath catching in his throat as images crossed his mind in an agonizing rush.

Bangtan. The fans. The house. The car.

Remembering felt like a searing heat that ripped through his chest, causing him to buckle as he gripped his throat in a desperate attempt at taking a heaving breath.

The pain was unlike anything he had felt before, worse than any wound a knife could inflict or dream could conjure and it sent his heart into a torturous irregular thump that rattled his rib cage and deafened his ears.

This was no longer a nightmare. It was reality. And for the first time, Taehyung no longer stung with heat but fell numb with the bitter cold of truth.

"Monsieur?"

Taehyung couldn't hear, his vision cloudy yet somehow clearer now that his mind was no longer obscured by the blindfold that he had so desperately tried to remove. The mask that prevented him from remembering who he was and where he came from. The blindness that led him to you.

A gasp left Taehyung's throat, barely aware of his fists against the glass, the sound reverberating through his head over and over until it all became static.

His eyes were wide and panicked, unaware of the commotion he was causing as he stepped back into the street, narrowly avoiding a motorcyclist as it swerved around his stumbling form. His legs were weak and he was sure the world was spinning as he placed his sweaty palms on his knees to steady himself.

Minutes ago, if you'd asked, Taehyung would have said he wanted to remember. But now that he did, he wanted nothing more than to forget.

He wanted to forget the practice room and the choreography and the hardships. The arguments and the paparazzi and the headlines. The photo shoots and the interviews and that fucking ring that his company wanted him to give to a girl who wasn't you.

"Holy shit," Taehyung stuttered, extending his arms in an attempt to steady himself as he made his way through the throngs of people, desperate to escape the sticky humidity that burned his lungs with every inhale. "I need to get out of here."

The market seemed to roar with rage now, the street narrowing around him as he swallowed a scream. The deafening chaos made Taehyung's ears split as he fought to escape the flaming breathlessness.

His feet began to move, finally cooperating with his brain which was telling them to go, go, go, before a slender hand tightly pinned him in place by the forearm, eliciting another breathy gasp to leave his lips as he tried to break free from its grip.

"Your flowers, Monsieur?" A far away voice rang out, pressing a package into his sweaty palms."Extras, free of charge, for your mi amor."

The flowers.

Their scent was utterly nauseating now, no longer providing a sense of hope for the future but rather a reminder of the fragility of his life here. With one paparazzi shot or tourist encounter, his identity could be revealed; and everything he loved, ripped away.

You. You could be ripped away.

You didn't fit into his life as idol Kim Taehyung. And he knew that.

But then again, neither did he. Not really. He had never felt more truly Kim Taehyung than when he was here with you or behind the bakery counter or at the harbor. He wasn't ready to leave it behind. Not yet.

Before his trembling lips could form any sort of response, however coherent, his legs were carrying him back along the path he had grown to know well, past the bar and the bakery, through the alley and up the steps until his fingers were fumbling with the handle of the door he knew led to you.

The same word ran around his mind in dizzying circles, louder than the cries of IDOL PERSONALITY V and YOU NEED TO TELL HER.

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.

Your name. The only thing that felt familiar and right among the memories of what came before.

His shaky fingers managed to shake the screen door open, no longer able to hold his own weight and landing on his knees against the carpet, flowers discarded somewhere behind him. He didn't care when the rough surface burned his calves, resting his head against the floor as he finally took deep, heaving breaths for what felt like the first time in his life.

A few moments passed and he finally gained some form of control over his limbs again, unsteadily raising so his weight rested on the hinds of his legs. He took in the space around him. Everything was as he left it - the bed messy from where you lay with him the night before, open books pushed aside on the night stand next to chamomile tea, cold now.

Everything was eerily familiar.

How could anything be the same when everything was different now?

Except, things weren't entirely the same - the room was devoid of your presence, leaving the apartment cold as ice even though it was still warm outside. Was it because you weren't in it or because he had arrived?

He couldn't be sure.

Taehyung wobbled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support.

"Y/N?" He called meekly, surprised by the hoarseness of his voice. He sounded as wrecked as he felt. He received no answer, just the echo of his own pathetic state, bouncing from the walls of the empty room until his head throbbed angrily.

Taehyung stumbled feebly over to the kitchen sink, taking a glass between his shaky fingers and attempting to fill it with water from the faucet. Most of the liquid splashed over the edge, the glass chinking against his teeth as he swallowed what he could.

A few moments passed with Taehyung bent over the sink, partly because he didn't think his legs would work if he tried to walk and also as a precaution due to the bile that was steadily rising in his throat as an image slowly worked its way to the forefront of his mind.

Joy.

Her face - one he naively coaxed himself into believing he loved - was enough to wrack his entire body with wave after wave of guilt and self condemnation.

As far as she was aware he had just...disappeared.

Sure, he didn't want to marry her but he also didn't want to make her suffer, unknowingly or not. It pained him to know that there were people probably looking for him right now - he knew that there were people who cared about his whereabouts enough to hunt him down. The fans would be distraught, he was sure of it.

But what hurt the most was that a part of him wished that they didn't care. He wished he could have slipped away without worry or repercussion, without people nationwide caring about whether his hair was pink or blue or if he was coming home. Without his company caring about how much money they could exploit him for.

Idol personality V didn't exist. At least not anymore, not now that Kim Taehyung had taken his place. And he would be damned if he let him slip away just yet.

Taehyung scrunched his eyes shut tight, focusing on replacing memories of Joy's dark curls and pouty red lips with your warmth and your touch. And for a moment, the waves faded to sea foam.

A brush of velvet fabric against his arm. Perfume, sickeningly sweet.

Words played over and over in his head.

To: joy ❤

i will be back in a couple of days. don't wait up.

The last text Taehyung sent before he boarded a plane and landed bang in the middle of a new beginning.

The words rang out in his mind. She never replied.

Or did she?

Before he could think better of it, Taehyung was across the room in a flash. Hot adrenaline rushed through his veins as he ripped the closet door open, heart thumping at a pace he was sure was unhealthy when he located the black bag he arrived with.

He pulled the bandanna from around his neck over his head to prevent his hair from falling in his eyes. Trembling fingers gripped the zipper and he took a deep breath before ripping it open all the way, shoving his fist inside the dark interior and rummaging around until he found the cold metal of his phone.

Waiting for the device to start up was torturous; the loading bar seemed to move slower the more he willed it to hurry. His back was to the door and Taehyung's eyes were trained to the white dot as it gradually crept upwards...

Until the phone in his palm started to buzz uncontrollably, bathing his face in a blue glow and alerting him of an influx of incoming messages to his inbox.

300+ Unread Messages

His heart sank as the pad of his thumb swiped across the screen, revealing the password display. And it twisted in his chest when he carefully inputted the four numbers that separated him from the point of no return.

0309. Her birthday.

Just like that, the barrier was broken. He was in.

The wallpaper of his slightly blurry Pomeranian puppy stared at him as his trembling fingers lingered over the green message app. Taking a shaky inhale, he opened it, scanning the abundance of names that sent pulses of pain with each remembrance.

FROM: JOY

a few days?? what do you mean?? tae?? please reply. im getting worried. im calling the police tae.

Taehyung exited the chat before he could read any more, the messages enhancing the ache in his chest ten fold. Instead he scrolled to the top of the list until he landed on the latest, yesterday:

FROM: MIN YOONGI

please man, if you've seen the news...just come home. we're all out searching for you. please.

News? Before he could stop himself, he was typing his name into the internet search bar and biting his lip as hundreds of pages with his face as the headline loaded in front of him.

Barely glancing at the titles, he opened the first link, scrolling past numerous articles.

"K-pop singer of BTS Kim Taehyung, also known as V, is still missing since his initial disappearance on the 24th of May. His company, Big Hit Entertainment, is still pleading for any information regarding his whereabouts and his safe return."

Sliding his finger down from the top of his phone screen revealed the current date. 4th of September.

He had been gone for almost four months?

"Alongside his family, other members of BTS have finally broken the silence regarding his sudden disappearance. Kim Namjoon, the leaders group told news outlets on Saturday: 'We just want him to come home safely. He is family to us and we miss him terribly. We remain hopeful that he is still out there and we are doing everything we can to facilitate his return.'"

Taehyung scanned a few more paragraphs containing the last witness reports of sightings of him at Incheon Airport before his departure and then -

"Album sales of the bands latest repackaged release, Love Yourself: Answer have soared since the news of Taehyung's disappearance broke, hitting record highs and breaking previous records."

"Of course." Taehyung sneered bitterly, teeth clenched, pinching the bridge of his nose to dull the throb that had settled in his forehead. "That's what they care about. Fucking album sales."

The old Taehyung was consumed by numbers, constantly checking sale rates and celebrating new records and watching the numbers in his bank account climb to a string of figures long enough to require a scroll bar.

The new Taehyung, excuse his French, did not give a shit.

Just as he was about to open another article and bask in his own furious condemnation of society, soft footsteps pattered against the carpet nearby.

"Taehyung?" A voice drew him from his ministrations - your voice - and he twisted so fast he was convinced he pulled a muscle, throwing the phone filled with hatred and toxicity somewhere behind him and wincing at the audible thud that followed.

Then, you appeared - hair still wet and wrapped in a white towel. In his haste he had not noticed the gentle hum of the shower.

"What are you doing in there?" You questioned with an eyeing smile, nodding towards where he stood nervously inside the closet staring past you with empty eyes. "Are you looking for something?"

Just reading about my nationwide search party. How about you?

Taehyung simply blinked at you a few times before he realised your question warranted an answer. "O-oh no, I was just - "

Before he could finish, you were already occupied by something else, face suddenly lighting up with the glow of a smile that still managed to make his stomach somersault despite the circumstances.

"Are these for me?" You asked quietly, letting out a breathy sigh of admiration while picking up the bouquet which lay limply on the carpet. You fixed the petals which had been crushed in Taehyung's earlier haste. "They're beautiful."

They were beautiful. A shade of vibrant yellow which stood out against the muted background of your apartment.

"N-not..as beautiful a-as you." Taehyung managed to stutter, finishing his broken sentence with a smile as if that would do anything to conceal his anxiety.

"Oh, shush." You grinned, spinning on your heels to place the bouquet on the countertop. "I should get a vase - wait, are you okay?"

Worry was suddenly evident in your voice as you locked eyes with Taehyung. His face was paled and his eyes vacant, fingers fidgeting with each other and he shook his head lightly from side to side.

"What? Oh, yeah." Taehyung mumbled, finally shuffling out of the closet and into the apartment. "Just a little tired."

Your heart hurt at the sight of him - he seemed so off. "I'm not surprised, Tae, you were awake all night."

Running your hands through your dripping hair as a makeshift comb, you carefully treaded closer to him. It was strange; you were almost nervous to touch him for the first time. As if he would turn to dust with the lightest pressure.

"I was?" He scratched the back of his neck nervously, eyes slotting around every edge of the room except for where your eyes sat. "I don't...I guess -"

"Hey, hey," You couldn't stand it any longer, reaching forward to pull his large frame down next to you on the bed, legs crossed as you cupped his face in your palm. "What's up? You can tell me?"

Taehyung knew he should tell you. But he also knew that if he did, nothing would be the same. This wouldn't be the same. Just you and him.

Privacy doesn't exist when you live in a house with 3 walls, the nation always watching through the window. He couldn't subject you to that. Or himself, quite frankly.

And that was the moment Taehyung decided. He could never tell you.

"Nothing, baby. I promise." Forcing what he hoped appeared to be a natural smile to grace his lips, pressing his thumb and forefinger to your chin in gentle reassurance. "Don't worry about me, yeah?"

Still not convinced, you narrowed your eyes, pout forming on your lips. "But you seem so tense."

Your hands rubbed circles into his neck and shoulders, highlighting the tight pressure that he hadn't noticed resided there. Your eyes shone with interrogation and he tried to relax his muscles in an attempt at putting you at ease.

"I just need to lay down and rest for a little - "

"You know, I know a way to get you to relax." A small smile played innocently on your lips.

Taehyung's breath caught in his throat as he felt you tracing featherlight circles against his inner thigh, voice electric as you hooked your leg over his lap.

His hot palms came to rub your bare shoulders. "I don't know if we should right now -"

"It was just a suggestion," you snap, instantly jumping from his lap like he was a live wire. Taehyung's stomach sank. "I just - I don't know what to do anymore Tae."

"What do you-"

"I feel so helpless," you explain, drawing your knees to your chest as heat threatened to prick your eyes. "I'm trying to help but however hard I try I can't stop it."

"Stop what?" Taehyung couldn't resist lacing his fingers with yours, relieved when you made no attempt to pull away.

"I don't know - whatever is hurting you...whatever you can't tell me."

"Y/N..."

"It's okay, Tae." Bare feet against the carpet, you turned away from his piercing gaze. "I understand. You don't want me around anymore."

Is that what you really thought? He wanted to tell you just how much he needed you - he practically relied on you to get through each minute of the day lately - but the words just wouldn't come.

"Y/N, I'm serious okay. It's just these nightmares..."

"Then tell me? What are they?"

You can't. Don't tell her.

"Okay." Taehyung pulled your body back towards him, gripping your waist until you slid onto his thigh.

"Okay wha- oh."

"I'll let you help."

"Really?" You bit your lip, searching his eyes anxiously. They were empty. "Let me just help you relax. Please?"

"Oh yeah? Relax?" He let out a breath shakily, hands coming to grip the rough towel that covered your hips as confidently as he could. He felt far away as you teased his neck with light kisses that trailed from the base of his jaw to his earlobe. "And how would you do that?"

You can't do this now, the voice of reason in his head screamed, not after you lied.

Your nimble fingers came to the buttons of his shirt, twisting each one carefully until the fabric slowly fell from his shoulders. Taking your time, you drew light circles against his chest, avoiding eye contact by focusing on tracing a dot to dot with the freckles on his collar bone.

"Just like this." You whisper, finally tilting your chin so that your calm breaths mingled with his own anxious ones. To your surprise, it was him who closed the space between you, his lips cushioning your own with a gentle tenderness that almost erased the uncertainty that had settled into your stomach.

He was still Taehyung. Your Taehyung.

Bringing a hand to his jaw, you deepen the kiss. His lashes fluttered closed against your cheeks and you could almost feel the desperation which coursed through his veins.

Taehyung was overwhelmed by the scent of your shampoo and the softness of your skin as it brushed his bare top half. It clouded his judgement and silenced the voice in his head that screamed STOP!

Your hips dropped slowly, dragging agonising circles over his groin. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, a string of soft whimpers leaving your lips as the heat between your legs grew stronger, a towel and his sweats the only fabric separating you from what you wanted most.

Taehyung watched you with lidded eyes, enjoying each twist of your hips against his length.

Really? You are hard right now?

"See," You whispered, dragging your hands down his back and enjoying the way he shivered under your touch. "You're relaxing already."

Taehyung nodded, silently agreeing to your words. His hands shakily came to the place where your towel crossed, glancing at your face for permission. A quick nod of your head was all he needed before he was pulling away the fabric, leaving you completely bare on his lap.

You sat back a little, allowing his eyes to rake in your form. Taehyung watched the way you shamelessly dragged your heat over his clothed hardness, leaving a noticeable wet spot. He lingered on your breasts for a moment before he dipped his head, sucking hot kisses into the exposed skin of your chest.

The pace was slowly picking up, a small moan leaving your lips as you raked your hands through his hair gently, pulling the locks to draw his face to yours. Taehyung's forehead crashed against your own and for a few seconds, he just stared at you, as if debating something.

Don't do it. Don't do it.

His nose rubbed yours sweetly and his tongue snaked out to coat his chapped lips. And then his mouth was on yours, hot and hungry as his hands seemed to leave a scorching heat wherever they touched.

Never leaving his lips, you reached between your legs to fumble with his zipper, desperate to feel him. After a few failed attempts, he smirked into the kiss before reaching between your bodies to undo it himself, knuckles brushing against your dripping folds and drawing a whine from your lips.

Taehyung let out a gasp as the cool air hit his length and choked back a grunt when your small hand wrapped around it. He was hot and heavy in your palm, hand gliding against the ridges on the underside of his cock as you stroked him slowly.

Your gaze never left his as you climbed down from his lap, pulling his pants a little further down his legs and pushing his thighs open with your hands to make space for you for fit between them. Taehyung couldn't help but hiss when he felt your breath fanning his cock, nails scratching his hips while you stared at him alluringly.

"Y/N you don't have to - oh my god." His words caught in his throat when you pressed the first kiss to the underside of his length, lips warm and plump against the hot pulse between his legs. Your tongue dragged sinful stripes up the shaft, blowing cool air across the trails before swirling around his engorged head at a pace that had his eyes rolling into his skull.

Taehyung rested his weight on his elbows you watch as you gently slipped his tip between your lips, hollowing your cheeks and savouring the saltiness of the precum which leaked from his head. His length was already a stretch as you tried to fit as much as you could into your hot mouth.

You pressed your tongue to the underside of his cock as you began to bob slowly up and down his length, wrapping your lips tightly around his shaft as Taehyung resisted the urge to buck into your mouth.

After a few long strokes of your mouth, you drew back with a pop, using your hand to stroke the base of his now glistening dick before attaching your mouth to the head once again.

"H-holy shit, Y/N." Taehyung had given up hiding his pleasure, openly moaning lowly as your eyes bore into his own. He wanted to watch the way his cock slid in and out of your wet mouth but he couldn't bare to look away from your enchanting stare for even a moment.

Your free hand searched for his wrist, pulling his fingers towards your hair and encouraging him to lock them around the strands. He obliged, taking a loose hold and using his other hand to stroke your cheek encouragingly.

You let your jaw fall slack, blinking at him for a moment until he got the message. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling you back and off his cock before thrusting you back down. He was gentle though, scared to push you too far and you placed your hand on top of his own to assure him you could take it.

You are selfish. How can you take from her when you're lying?

The pleasure was becoming too much and Taehyung could feel his climax building, white hot in the pit of his stomach. "Y/N, I'm gonna -"

And with that, you popped off his dick abruptly, snapping Taehyung out of his daze. "I - what?"

With a sly smirk, you climbed back onto his lap again, palms pushing his chest so his back rested against the bed.

The throb between your own legs was almost painful, your clit begging to be touched and even the lightest of brushes against Taehyung's cock had you moaning loudly. Taehyung caught on quickly, dipping his hand between your wet folds and rubbing fast, hard circles into your sweet spot.

"No, no - " You stuttered, pushing his hand away. "I want to cum around...around you."

Taehyung smiled at your nervous admission, large palms gripping your waist firmly.

"I'm all yours." He said, voice husky with arousal and desperation. But he meant it. He was yours.

And before he could fathom it, you were sinking down onto his cock, walls hot and velvety around his sensitive length.

The ridges of his dick rubbed your walls perfectly and you clenched around him, drawing desperate groans from the both of you as you began to bounce up and down, setting a pace that still wasn't quite fast enough.

Taking the hint, Taehyung began thrusting his own hips up into yours and this time it was perfect. Each upward push left you writhing above him, hands fisting your hair as the head of his cock rubbed against the spot you wanted it most.

His pubic bone brushed against your clit with every thrust and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. Taehyung was near too, desperately trying to focus on the feeling of you around him to distract from the deafening voice which plagued his mind.

TELL HER! TELL HER! TELL HER!

But then, you were coming around him, head falling forward to fit between his shoulder and walls clenching so perfectly around his length that he fell over the edge too, white hot pleasure consuming him as he came inside you.

Your breath was hot against his neck and Taehyung’s strong grip brought you closer to him.

And for a moment, the voice was gone.

[justmesadgirl]

Come back to me - Tom Holland (1/2)

Words: 1.6k

Paring: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: angst, smut in the next part

Request : Tom comes home tired and then gets kinda moody. Y/n does/says something that made him mad. They broke up and then they have make up sex :)

A/N: feedback is always welcomed! English is not my first language and I have dyslexia so if there are typos I’m sorry!

AND if there is someone who would like to check my writings before I post them because I really could use some help! let me know if you are interested! and ofc thank you @dragonborn791924  for helping me out!

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part 2

You were having a really bad day. You were late to work, and then it had started raining. You had forgotten your umbrella at home so when you finally made it to work, you were soaking wet. Your boss got mad at you for being late and told you that if you are late again you should start looking for a new job. Great.

You just wanted to get home, drink a cup of hot tea, and cuddle with your boyfriend on the couch, and watch a romantic movie. You two didn’t officially live together but you were always at his place when he was in London. After work you took a taxi to his place, because you really didn’t want to walk or go to the bus stop because you knew you would start crying soon. You thanked the taxi driver and paid him. You hated how expensive everything was in London. You slowly walked to the front door. You opened the big wooden door with the spare key. 

“Tommy? I’m home.” You called out as you walked inside. No answer. 

You slowly put your bag on the floor and pulled your shoes off. You heard small paws against the hardwood floor. You looked up to see Tessa, walking happily to you.

“Hey Tess.” You smiled and patted her head. You walked up the stairs to his bedroom. You open the closet door and look for something comfy to wear. You pick up Tom’s red hoodie and black leggings. You walk to the bathroom and take a long hot shower. You turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around you. You dried your hair and put it up into a loose bun. You take off your makeup and walk back to the bedroom. You look at the clock and it was almost 8. 

Where was Tom?

You put on the hoodie, leggings, and a fluffy pair of socks. You walk down stairs and into the big kitchen. You make yourself a cup of green tea. You open the fridge to find nothing. You were so hungry and you didn’t know where Tom was. You texted him in the taxi but he didn’t answer. You try to call him but he doesn't answer you.  

“Tom...” you sigh and walk to the living room. You fall on the couch and order you and Tom some pizza. You put netflix on and wait for Tom and the Pizza. After an hour you hear the doorbell go off. You get up and open the door to find a delivery guy with two pizzas.

“Hey.” You smile and give him the money and take the pizzas from him. You closed the door after you. You walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch again. You started to eat and watched Friends, before you know it you fell asleep on the couch.

You woke up to a door slamming shut. You jump up to sit on the couch. You looked at the clock and it’s almost 11pm. The tv had turned itself off and it’s dark in the living room. You heard some mumbling from the door and then the light got turned on.

You turn to the doorway and see Tom walking in with his face glued to his phone.

“Hey.” You whisper to him. He looks a little startled as he looked up from his phone at you. He looked tired and maybe a little angry.

“Hi.” Is all he says and sits next to you on the couch.

“Got us some pizza but it's cold by now.” You tell him and pull the blanket closer to your body.

“Ok.” You look at him with a confused face as he just starts eating his pizza.

“So how was your day?” You ask him and take a sip from your cold tea.

“Amazing.” It was so sarcastic that it almost hurt you.

“Wanna talk about it?” You ask him and try to get a little closer to him, but he just pulls away.

“No.” Is all he says and gets up.

“Yeah great. How are you Y/N?” You ask yourself as he is out of the room. You hear him going upstairs to the bathroom and then you hear the shower running.

You clean the living room and after that you open the backyard door for Tessa to pee. After that you locked the door and walked upstairs with her right behind you. You walk straight to Tom's huge bed and fall on it. Tessa jumping on after you. You hear how Tom is still in the shower and then you feel how the tears are running down your cheeks. You are just so tired of Tom not really caring how your days go and that he never answer his phone when you text or call him. You feel like he doesn’t love you anymore. He had been acting kinda weird for the past couple of days but he would always tell you when he wouldn’t be home and when he would be back.

He walks out of the bathroom towel hanging low on his hips. You hear him going into the closet and then he shuts off the light. He climbs into the bed next to you. And you can't hold your sob in anymore.

“What’s wrong?” He asks you but it sounds more annoyed than worried. You sat up and turn on the bedside table lamp. You turn to look at him.

“What?” Tom asks as he pulls the cover over him. “I’m really tired so can you please shut off the light?” He asks and turns around on the bed now his back facing you.

“Are you fucking serious?” You ask him between your sobs.

“What Y/N? I had a really shitty day and I’m so fucking tired so please let me sleep!” He sounds really angry. You get up from the bed and walk into the closet. You take your bag and start packing all of your stuff into it.

“Well goodbye then!” You yell him as you walk out of the closet. He quickly stands up from the bed.

“Where are you going?” He asks with a annoyed tone.

“It’s always about you. I can't even remember when was the last time you asked how my day went?!” You tell him as you start walking downstairs. He runs after you. He takes your hand and pulls you to face him.

“Well sorry that work is killing me right now and I just need some fucking sleep.” He tells you. You just pull away from his grip and walk to the front door.

“This is over. I can’t do this anymore!” You tell him as you put your shoes on and you opened the door and walked out.

“Come back inside Y/N!” He yells after you and you just give him your middle finger and start walking to the nearest taxi park.  You get into a taxi and tell the taxi driver your address. As you two pull up at your apartment building you see a really familiar Audi... it was Tom’s. You let out a loud sigh and pay the driver. You get up from the car and walk inside the building. You take the elevator to your floor. You see a brown haired guy sitting front of your door.

“Tom.” You let his name fall from your lips as you walk closer to his body. You never called him by his real name unless you were mad at him. You always had a cute nickname for him like “love” or “Tommy”. He looks up at you and you can see how red and puffy his eyes are. You just wanted to hug him and tell him that everything would be okay, but you knew that you shouldn’t do that. He didn’t deserve your forgiveness.

“Y/N.” He stands up and tries to take your hand but you pull away.

“Tom, go home.” You open your front door and walk in. You try to close the door after you but Tom pulls it open and walks inside after you.

“Please love don’t do this.” He begs you. You drop your bag on the floor and turn on the lights. You look around your apartment because it had been weeks since you had been there.

“Tom, this isn’t working out.” You point at him. “You never have time for me. You never ask how I’m doing and never spend time with me. I’m tired of this. I need someone who shows me how much they love and appreciates me. I can’t be the only one who tries to keep the love alive. Do you even love me?” You didn’t want to know the answer because you didn’t want to hear him tell you that he didn’t love you anymore. “Never mind I don’t want to know.” You tell him before he has the  chance to answer you. You try to open the front door for him.

“What?! Of course I love you!” he tells you and brings you into a tight hug and doesn’t let you go even when you try to pull away from him. “You are everything to me. I love you more than anything else.” You can feel his hot tears on your neck.

“I love you so damn much that I took everything for granted. I... I’m so sorry, love. So sorry.” Now he’s full on sobbing and you can feel your tears running down your cheeks.

“Please don’t leave me. I can’t live without you.” He takes your cheeks into his hands and kisses you with so much passion. He wipes your tears and you wipe his.

“I will show you how much I love you.” He whispers as he lifts you from the ground. You wrap your legs around his his waist and then you feel your back against the cold wall as Tom kisses you...

part 2  SMUT

tags: @xxvalerieartsxx

[btslols]

Ingenious | BTS PrivateSchool!au

Genre: romance, angst.

Warnings: Bad language, violence, mental health issues, sex, alcohol

Snowflakes all around, like glistening gems falling from the sky, it would be a cosy Christmas for the students at Silver Creek; or at least the very few who had not been able to go home for the holidays.

Christmas had rolled around quicker than ever, exams being the main black hole of focus for the students. It felt, for those still left at school that the festive bug had not yet caught them.

Y/N, unfortunately, was one of the teenagers having to brave the cold weather in the dorm rooms accompanied by her close friend Sophie, a girl with money rooted in her blood. Like most of the pupils at Silver Creek Academy Sophie had brought her way in and often soured when teachers mentioned Y/N’s scholarship for outstanding intelligence and understanding in the art of languages.

24th December, Christmas Eve

“Y/N! Y/N! ONE DAY UNTIL CHRISTMAS! WAKE UP YOU BUTT”

“Ugh Sophie! Give me a break girl“

Ever since you arrived at Silver Creek a few years ago Sophie had made a point to wake the dormitory at the crack of dawn, regardless of the disapproving reactions she usually got.

“DID YOU KNOW THE BOYS FROM KNENNINGTON HOUSE ARE STILL HERE!?!? We’re not the only fifth years left!”

"Oh what Hobi’s friends?” You sat up straight to face the plump blonde girl sat on the end of my bed.

“yes those guys, but don’t touch they’re mine”

“So what’s the plan?” You asked, curious as to what ideas she had conjured up in true Sophie Sparks fashion and amused by her evident crushes on the boys.

She then explained how she had decided you would make your famous gingerbread cookies that you would then eat at dinner. Of course the lack of other students would make you visible to the Kennington boys who should come over for a delicious cookie. Ingenious really.

6pm,

“and then she wanted to ...”

“and there they are” Sophie interrupted whilst pointing at the boys walking in, laughing and smiling. 

The Christmas spirit had clearly overtaken them in the form of ugly sweaters and cracker hats that fell as they moved. Sophie continued to stare at them as they sat down behind me. 

“damn. Start munching bitch” she handed me a cookie and we continued to gossip about a certain girl in our dorm. 

“HEY Y/N? Can I have one pretty please?” 

You refocused from Sophie to Jung Hoseok; a bold and energetic boy that You had many classes with a few years ago, the class clown if you will. Thankfully you had remained close friends with him and his group throughout the past few years, much to Sophie’s dismay.

“Oh sure” You grinned at him and held out the biscuit tin. 

“Hey! what about me?” Jimin, a dance major, appeared behind him.

“Be my guest” You say as they sat down.

It wasn’t long before the rest of their friends had sat down with us, chatting with us joyfully.

“Aren’t you the girl with the scholarship for languages and stuff?” Namjoon asked. Namjoon however, was the one not that I had never really spoken to before.

“Haha yes that’s me”

“oh wow, that’s really impressive. You’re in my English and Japanese class I think?”

“Thankyou, and mm yeah I think so, I’m usually too tired to take notice of the lesson let alone the people in there hahaha.” 

“Well...you always impress me with your skills” 

“awh thank..”

Sophie stood up sharply and stomped out of the dining room with a heavy sigh, mumbling rapidly under her breath.

“What’s going on with her?” Min Yoongi questioned.

“She always gets like that when someone mentions my scholarship.”

“oh what, because she’s rich and not intelligent like you?” 

“Yeah”

“Y/N, are you the only fifth year girl left?” Kim Seokjin raised his eyebrow and motioned towards you with half a cookie.

“yeah, just me, Soph and a few hyper first years downstairs, who I’m refusing to babysit by the way, they can stay up all night for as much as I’m bothered, But I guess Sophie won’t be staying tonight if this situation goes down how it usually does” 

“oh right, well if you want some company I’m very happy to come and I’m sure the other boys will too. All the teachers have gone home now anyway, we won’t get caught”

“But what about the younger girls?”

“We’ll make sure they don’t say anything don’t worry ”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to do this Jin”

“Oh shut up, I’m not letting any girl be alone on christmas eve”

“Oh ok then, thank you” You smiled and offered him another cookie which he gladly took.

8pm,

“I’m going home” Sophie announced whilst picking up her designer suitcase and handbag.

“Ah so I gathered” You replied and sat on my bed.

“Y/N! Love Actually or Elf?” Hoseok burst through the wooden door with DVD cases in either hand.

“Bringing boys into the dormitory now are we?” Sophie tutted and push past Hoseok with her head held high. 

“Damn” he remarked with raised brows.

“haha Love Actually, OF COURSE” replied and ran to the common room to join the rest of them.

By 10pm Y/N had fallen into a deep slumber against the arm of the well-loved sofa in the common room. The fires heat blazing against her skin and the unconscious caress of Kim Taehyung around her ankle in his still lap.

Only the sixth year boys were still awake, having a meaningful heart-to-heart about the past year. It had been one with lows, but also unbelievable highs that made each other and their families proud. 

Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon have decided they would be going to university next year whilst Jung Hoseok had decided to go travelling and explore his roots in South Korea amongst other places.

They laughed and drank their eggnog in high spirits as their eyelids began to feel heavier and heavier and heavier.

25th December, Christmas Day

You woke up to the unpleasant yet somehow adorable squealing and screaming from the first years downstairs. 

“Merry Christmas Y/N” Taehyung whispered as he watched you wake up.

“Merry Christmas” You smiled and gave him a friendly hug. Although he returned a soft squeeze he did so with a mournful expression.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“The kids just remind me of how the parents stop caring when you get to our age. They just send you away and pretend you don’t exist for five years” 

“Really?”

“Yeah. None of us have been sent a Christmas gift from our families since we left Korea 5 or 6 years ago”

“Awh, nevermind, I haven’t got anything either haha”

He chuckled and sat up straight, moving my legs off his lap, walking over the other maroon sofa and waking up his friends.

“What do you call a man who claps at christmas?” Jin holds the small peice paper up.

“I don’t know?” 

“Santaapplause” he broke into hysterics making everyone else laugh with him.

Ring. Ring. Your phone sounded and everyone’s fun  to stare at you.

“Answer it then. None of us get Christmas calls” Namjoon said with an undertone if jealousy.

You flip over your mobile and see who’s calling. Sophie Sparks.

“Merry Christmas!” She says overly seeetly and obviously insencire.

“Merry Christmas?” You question.

“Yeah, so my parents are, of course, disgusted by your behaviour yesterday and have contacted Mrs Hail to request you expelled. So honey, enjoy your Christmas but don’t forget that with grades like yours you’re bound to be gone in the next month”

”ugh! You bitch”

She hung up.

She wasn’t wrong though; you had been falling behind in a couple of your classes due to your want of a better social life. It was worth it but now it was probably going to bite back. The only choice you had now was to succeed far beyond academic expectations so that the school had no choice but to keep you.

“Who was that?“ Jimin asked.

“No one don’t worry”

“Ah ok. I think the grinch is on TV, you guys wanna watch?”

The room echoed with sarcastic “woo”s and “hell yeah”s from the other boys, you watched as Jimin’s expression dropped and he turned to pout at you.

“I’ll watch it with you” you giggle and pat the seat next to you, preparing for his descent.

“Thankyou” he mumbled and put his arm around your shoulders.

“Ummm Y/N has boys in the common room!“ you heard a young voice say.

The first years had appeared by the stairwell sporting their new attire, including mainly onesies and deelyboppers.

“Oh my gosh, my mummy says boys only want one thing and that’s what’s in your pants” another fresh faced girl joins in.

“Girls either shut up or go back to your dorms” You say.

“Nuh-uh we’re going to tell Mrs Hail about this” The girl replies.

“Too bad she’s not here, now do as Y/N says and go back to your dorms before I inform someone more important than Mrs Hail about your non-compliance. You’d get in a lot of trouble believe me.“ Jin warned the group of girls. They scurried off without questioning the older boy.

“WoW they’ve really got it in for me today haven’t they, thanks Jin.“

He nodded politely and continued to make his coffee in the remarkably petite kitchen.

11pm,

The rest of the day was full of merry banter for the teenagers at silver creek. Y/N had not once thought about Sophie’s threat as she had been much too occupied by the practical jokes and amusing conversations with the Kennington boys.

She had not even realised that snow had fallen and blessed her with a white Christmas until Jung Hoseok had taken her onto the balcony late that night after everyone had fallen asleep. It was no secret that Hoseok had a soft spot for Y/N; always chatting to her when she was sat alone and always succeeding in making her laugh or at least smile. She however never saw the other side to Jung Hoseok, always taking him as a cheerful and happy kind of man.

They sat there enclosed in the white fluffy blanket they found in the dormitory sipping their hot cocoas and discussing things like the future and the past, their friends and their wishes. She thinks that perhaps the last time they had spoken like this was years ago when they were barely 11 and 12. Of course, much had changed, he now wanted to be a professional dancer or performer, in the west end he said, and she wanted to be a writer or a teacher, she hadn’t decided yet. He reassured her that it’s only natural not to know at that age what you wanted to do for the rest of your life, always making sly jokes about the age gap of a year, painting himself as a much wiser man than he was.

“I must say it’s been a marvellous Christmas Y/N. I usually don’t enjoy it because it feels like I’m away from home, but this year I think I felt at home more with you and the guys than I used to with my own family”

No reply. Hoseok had been talking to himself for the past five minutes whilst Y/N had fallen asleep against him and the door behind them. Once again his half confession had been subsided by Y/N without her even realising. Christmas had drawn to a solemn close for Jung Hoseok.

 It felt for him as though he was on top of a skyscraper only to be pushed off by the force of loneliness.

[mirellasnape]

Sleepover - Josuyasu Week 2018

Prompt: Sleepover.

Words: 1400

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16661549

My third JosuYasu fic for this amazing event. Damn, these fics are getting longer. Also, I am barely making it on time (it’s 11:20pm Tuesday here), because I watched some Diamond is Unbreakable episodes to get the timeline right. And instead of just checking, I watched the whole last eight episodes because I have no self control. It’s kinda in the same universe as my other fics for the Josuyasu Week 2018. But you don’t have to read those to understand, Still unbeta’ed, and errors are still mine. If you find any, let me know so I can fix ‘em. Enjoy!

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This was not exactly how Josuke imagined his first sleepover with Okuyasu. In fact, in his mind, they would have been at Okuyasu’s since, you know, less parental supervision, Nijimura-san notwithstanding. They would watch some movies on his shitty TV and VCR, maybe he could even bring the N64 and some games. But nope. Sleepover at Josuke’s. Doing homework like good kids, and tomorrow finding clues to find a serial killer. That Thursday had sure been eventful. Not only they had one Stand fight after another, and even a third Stand appeared and was defeated by Rohan and Koichi, but his mom had been put in danger. That Enigma bastard was lucky he didn’t tear him up page by page. Thankfully, Mikitaka, Yuuya, and especially Okuyasu were there to help. And then Koichi told him earlier that night that this grade-school kid Kawajiri Hayato knew something about Kira. They were meeting the next day at 8:30 am at the intersection with the huge Pepsi sign. Hopefully the investigation will be fruitful, so they could be close to defeat Kira once and for all.

He was originally just going to call Okuyasu about the plan, but then he just blurted to his friend to come over to stay the night, which he agreed to readily. He was probably expecting a night of fun. Convincing his mom was harder, but after her “fainting episode”, she was distracted enough to not put too much of a fight. Besides, Tomoko liked Okuyasu. She did tell him, they better be fast asleep by 11pm. As thus it was 10:30pm, and they were in Josuke’s bedroom finishing their homework, using the notes Yukako kindly gave them. Well, that she kindly gave Koichi, and thus Josuke. They didn’t even ask how she had those notes when she didn’t even go to their class. Girls in love could be scary. Koichi was such a pal he asked for her own notes to give to Okuyasu, since they actually had classes together. “Man, why are we doing this, if we are going to be late to school anyway?” Okuyasu complained while hitting his head on Josuke’s low table. “We already ditched school today, dude. I don’t think our homeroom teachers will be happy if we are late without our homework”. Josuke repressed a yawn. He didn’t sleep well the night before. “But we are badass delinquents, Josuke” Okuyasu sprawled on the floor. “Dude, you eat strawberry ice-cream every Monday and try to pet all the dogs and cats you encounter.” “And I do those like a badass!” The so-called “delinquent” pumped a fist in the air. “Then go finish your homework like a badass so we can sleep, and get up on time to go all good-cop/bad-cop on a grade-schooler.” By the time Okuyasu finished his homework, Josuke was sleeping on the table, having finished his own some minutes ago. He woke up when he felt something on his hair. He opened on eye, and saw Okuyasu hastily removing his hand. It was proof of their undying friendship that Josuke didn’t comment on Okuyasu touching the pomp. “Hey, man. Are you done?” “Yeah. Your mom was here a couple of minutes ago to say she had run a bath for us.” Josuke did open both eyes for that. “You wanna go first?” “Nah man, it’s your house. Go wash while I tidy up here. I should be done by the time you start your soak.” Josuke was once again about to fall asleep, this time in his tub, by the time Okuyasu walked into the bathroom. He woke up quickly for that. Damn. He had forgotten an important fact. In order to share a bath, they both had to be naked. And thus, this was the first time Josuke had seen Okuyasu with so little clothes. Basically just a small towel around his hips. One of Josuke’s small towels. “Hey Josuke!” Okuyasu’s smile froze on his face as he looked at Josuke in the tub. But unlike Josuke who was trying and failing to keep his eyes on his face and not on all the display of tanned, toned and scarred flesh; Okuyasu couldn’t seem to keep his eyes away from Josuke’s face… Or rather, his hair. Yep, that was the first time Okuyasu had seen Josuke without his signature hairdo. His long black hair brushed his shoulders, making an even bigger contrast with his pale skin and blue eyes. Okuyasu blushed. Josuke, thinking Okuyasu noticed he was being a perv, blushed back. “So um, there’s the shower and you can use my shampoo and bodywash if you want to.” Josuke looked away and pointed at said items. “Huh. Yeah. Of course. Thank you, Josuke.” And because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, he blurted. “You look a lot like your mom with your hair down.” “S-shut up, dude!” Josuke blushed all the way down his chest, remembering all the times Okuyasu had called his mom hot. With the blush slowly receding, Okuyasu also noted how pink Josuke’s nipples were. He cleared his throat and decided to take a cold shower. He turned around towards the detachable shower head and all the bath thingies Josuke and Tomoko apparently collected. He grabbed one at random and started washing himself. It smelled like strawberries. This was Tomoko’s. Okuyasu blushed and took more care in selecting a shampoo. The second one he opened smelled like Josuke. There’s a winner. Meanwhile Josuke was waiting for the perfect moment to escape to his room. He was far from relaxed now, peaking every once in a while at Okuyasu giving his body a perfunctory wash. Josuke noted his hair was treated with more care, which he approved of with a hum. Okuyasu heard it, and turned towards Josuke, who turned away quickly and faked relaxing in the tub. After rising his body and hair, Okuyasu stood up… and dropped the towel. Totally accidental! Both yelped. With Josuke tripping in the tub, and being underwater for a second or two. And Okuyasu tripping with the small stool while trying to reach for the towel before it touched the floor. It all happened in a couple of seconds, but they made enough noise to make Tomoko knock on the door. “Everything alright, boys?” “Yes, Tomoko-san!” “Yes, mom!” “Alright then. Hurry up and leave the bathroom so you can sleep. Tomorrow is a school day!” Josuke took advantage of Okuyasu’s distraction to leave the tub. When his friend turned around, Josuke already had a towel around his hips, and was walking towards the door. “The tub is all yours, buddy!” He smiled at Okuyasu without actually looking at him, grabbed some more towels and sprinted off toward his room. By the time Okuyasu returned to Josuke’s room, he had calmed down and was in his bed. Feeling more confident, he just raised his covers and make some room for his buddy. Okuyasu quickly took him on his offer. There was another problem Josuke didn’t foresee. While his bed was very comfortable that he could sprawl over it when he was all by himself, adding another large teenager meant a lot less room. Well, it’s not like they usually respected personal space anyway, and with both properly dressed that shouldn’t be a problem. But it was a problem. None could find a comfortable position, and kept moving around until… “Ugh! Stop squirming! We need to sleep so we can be in our best shape for tomorrow’s investigation!” “This bed ain’t big enough for both of us, Josuke!” “Yes, it is!” And so Josuke just turned Okuyasu on his side and cuddled him. “There! See! We fit!” Okuyasu froze for a second, and then completely relaxed. Ah, peace and quiet. And Josuke was so warm too! He was glad the days weren’t too hot yet. This was the best! “But why do I have to be the little spoon?” Josuke gritted his teeth. “Because you are shorter!” “By 2cm! And I have way more muscles so I might be slightly shorter but I am bigger!” “Shut up, Okuyasu. We need to sleep. You can be the big spoon next time!” “Fine.” Okuyasu smiled and mouthed to himself. “Next time.” Both boys fell asleep after that. All comfortable and happy and safe. The next day, Kawajiri Hayato called Josuke, telling him to not be late to the meeting with his friends.

[shkudss]

Tom = Pillow

Summary: You lost your favourite pillow and Tom offered to be it for you

Word count: 1018

A/n: Sorry for mistakes and I hope you’ll like it:)

Tom, Harrison, Jacob Harry and I were  in the privat plane. We’re going to Singapore for Spider-man premiere. I have never be on plane until Tom’s world premiere tour.

This is my 4th time on air. I’m not as afraid as at the first time, but I still need my pillow. It makes me feel calmer and I can fall asleep faster with it. Of course, I use my pillow not only on flights. I like hug it during my sleep and I’m so happy that I took it with me. 

Now it’s 11pm and I’m too tired, that’s why I prepare for sleep. Pijama already on me, Tom always laughs when I wear it on a airplane, because nobody here do it. I can’t find my pillow and I feel nervous. Boys playing cards. I don’t want to bother them, but If I don’t find it, I will ask them to help me. 

So, I’m trying to find my pillow is about 30 minutes. Where could I left it? It always was with me. I’m going to ask Tom about my thing. They are sitting on the chair and talking. I stopped in the doorway and just looked at them.

“Hey, love. Something happened?” Tom noticed me first. 

 "Yeah, I think, I lost my pillow. You know that I can’t sleep without it" I’m sure, now I look like a child. 

“Y/n, look” Boys looked at us “You can try to sleep without your pillow? Maybe, you can do it” I made a deep breath and understood, that Tom can’t help me. Shit. Were I could left my pillow?! "If you want, I can go sleep with you" said Tom with a little smile on his face. I like this idea. 

 "You’ll be my pillow" after this, boys started laughing and Tom kissed me. 

“So, can we go guys?” He looked at Haz and Jacob. They pretended as though they discussed this issue and after a couple seconds said yes.

“Good night sweet couple” Harrison dicided to laugh at us. 

“Shut up Haz” Tom turned around to him and showed the middle finger.

“Don’t forget to use condoms!” I blushed and tried not to look at my boyfriend. Of course, we had sex, but for me it’s still embarrassingly. 

“Oh, guys! Can you just be quiet?” Tom looked at them and without letingt them tell anything, closed the door of our little room.  

“Stupid guys” Tom laughed, turned his arms around my waist and his lips met mine. 

“I think, we shouldn’t even try to do that” I looked at my boyfriend. I’m sure, that’s impossible to sleep without my pillow. I use it scince I was 9.  

“Nothing wrong will happen, If you just try to fall asleep. Y/n, I’ll be with you, as you said, I’ll be your pillow” He looked at me with tenderness. 

“Okay, let’s try. But I don’t promise” I looked  at Tom, who already fell down on the bed. 

“Just  come to me” He rolled his eyes and pulled me to him. “Don’t tell anything, relax" 

We crossed our legs and I layed on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat and breath. That made me to relax and close eyes. 

"Are you sleeping?” Whispered Tom.

“I just relaxed… maybe, you are a good pillow” I heard how he gave a chuckle. My eyes were still closed.

“I’m better than your pillow” Now that was my turn to chuckle “I love your pijama. This monkeys are funny” My face became red, I forgot about my pijama. This one is my new. I bout it before our flight and this is the first time I wear it. 

“I like my pijama too” I made a deep breath and tried to fall asleep. Surpricely, I was already sleeping after five minutes. I felt more comfortable with Tom. Of course, he is warm, soft and… he’s Tom. That’s enough. 

When I woke up, Holland still slept and I decided not to bother him. Where is my toothbrush? As I remember, it should be in my bag, which in the top-drawer. I tried to go as quiet as possible, because everyone is still sleeping.

So, when I came to top-drawer and opened it, I found… my pillow! I would never put it here. Wait… Did Tom do that?! I’m not sure, but the one who could do this is Tom. Guys wouldn’t risk, because they know that with me, jokes are bad. 

“Tom fucking Holland. You are dead.” I whispered and came back to our place. 

I’m not mad at him, but the fact, that he did it… I decided to take a revenge and beat him by my pillow, then jump on him. Of course, I’m not an elephant, but also not a feather. 

So, when I did this, Tom groaned with pain and tried to throw me off. I laughed and kissed him.  

“You are a little asshole Tomas, you know?"  

"Okay, okay, I give up. Just stand up from me” His voice was hoarse. 

“Why did you do that?” I asked and rolled onto the bed. 

“I… fuck,” he closed his eyes “I was jealous” I started laughing loudly. 

“You were jealous about my pillow? Tomas Stanley Holland, you are my boyfriend and I even couldn’t imagine that you, hot and cute guy will be jealous about my pillow!” I couldn’t stop laughing. 

“You sleep with it every night and I can’t even hug you, because you hug this shitty pillow. I hate it” He looks so cute when he’s angry. I completly stopped laughind and just stared at him with love. “I love you” He looked at you surprisly. 

“If you want it, I’ll try to get used to sleep without my favourite pillow. But instead of it, you’ll be my pilliow and… I think you’ll be better" 

Now was Tom’s turn to smile and laugh. He pulled you to him and kissed tenderly.

"Oh-h, I’m sure, I’ll be more than better” He kissed me again. 

  Can’t wait him to be my favourite pillow

[psychosunflower-blog]

You get sick||Why don't we||Preference two♡

Summary:They take care of you while your sick♡

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2126

Jonah Marais- When Jonah woke up at 3:30am on a Friday morning to the sound of you puking he got up instantly, running to the bathroom and pulling your hair back as he sat down next to you and rubbing your back with a wash cloth ready to wipe your mouth when you were done.

By the time you had finished emptying your stomach you looked up at your boyfriend of 8 months with tears in your eyes, you had never experienced stomach pain so bad in your life.

"Come here princess"Jonah said opening his arms as he leaned against the wall of your bathroom. You crawled into his arms, resting your head on his chest while his arms wrapped around your waist.

After a while of sitting there and your tears and pain didn't stop Jonah whispered 'hold on' and picked you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist and his hand found a place on your bum. Unsure of what he was doing but having full trust in him, you buried your head farther into his neck as you felt him walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Jonah turned on the lights before setting you down on the kitchen Island and going to the medicine cupboard to find the tums and some flu meds. You hadn't been feeling well since the two of had gotten home from the Fancy dinner Jonah had taken you out hours before.

"You think you have food poisoning baby?" Jonah asked handing you a cup off water and some advil and placing the tums on the counter next to you and standing between your legs.

"Mhm" You sighed placing your throbbing head back on his chest.

"I just wanna go to sleep" You whispered as Jonah placed a kiss on your head before picking you back up and bringing you back up to the room you shared where you two cuddled while he sung you back to sleep and when you woke up the next morning you felt better and it was all thanks to your amazing boyfriend Jonah.

Daniel Seavey- When Daniel and the boys got back from the studio to the house you and the boys shared he was confused when he didn't see you up and about like you normally did. When Daniel walked into the two you two shared and saw the tissues all over the bed and your head under the covers he knew it meant only one thing-you were sick.

"Baby why didn't you call me at the studio? I would have come home and I would have brought soup" He asked shuffling over to the bed as you let out a groan and removed the duvet from your head to expose your horrible bed head and red nose as Daniel let out a chuckle as he took a look at his girlfriend.

"I didn't wanna bug you baby, your working so hard on the new *sneeze* album and I didn't want to interrupt you" You sniffled as he crawled into bed with you and pulled you into his arms.

"What have I told you? Day or night if you need me just call me and Ill be there" He said causing a sick chuckle to fall from your lips.

"Hot boy quotes himself to me. is it wrong if that makes me love you more?" You asked causing a large laugh to now fall from his lips, it was like music to your ears. It even made you feel a little better but that was until a huge coffee attack came and then Daniel got up causing a cry to come from you. He had been gone for 6 hours and all you wanted to do was nap with him.

"Ill be back, I'm going to get you cold meds and your favourite soup" He smiled before bending down and placing a kiss on your extremely warm forehead causing his eyes to go wide.

"Baby your burning up?!" He exclaimed before running into the shared bathroom you two had and got a face cloth from the drawer and soaked it in some cool water before coming back into the room and placing it on your face.

"Cheesy Potato Bacon for Tims right?!" Your horsed called out before he opened the door to your room.

"I wouldn't dream about getting you any other kind of soup dear" he called out before closing the door behind him causing a tired smile to fall on your face before you closed your eyes and fell back asleep until Danny came back.

Jack Avery- Rolling over you let a huge groan as every bone in your body ached but you heard your phone go off playing something different and right away you knew it was Jack calling and if you had ignored it he would have started to worry. Picking up your phone that laid on Jacks side of the bed you slid the answer button to the FaceTime call and waited for his face to pop up.

"Hey babygir- you don't look so good, are you okay?" He asked, worry completely filling his face as he looked at you.

"Just a flu I think, I feel like shit but ill be fine" You told him, trying your best to give him the 'don't worry' smile but today it wasn't feeling well.

"Jonah give me your phone for a second" He called turning his face away from the phone causing you to assume Jonah was the boy sitting next to him.

You watched as he started typing on Jonahs phone and then looked up at you with a smile.

"How much do you love me?" He asked as he handed Jonah back his phone.

"With my whole heart you goof and you know that, why?" You asked with a tired chuckle, closing your eyes for a moment as dizziness took over your whole body. Fucking colds.

"Well since we are in New York and Im not there to take care of you and we both know you don't take care of yourself when your sick Ive got Logan bringing over the flu meds that don't make you loopy and your favourite food from Panera" He said causing a smile to fall on your face, a huge one. Jack was always doing cute things like this, he was always finding some way to take care of you and show you he loves you, he was amazing.

"I love you noodles, so much" you whispered before feeling tiredness fall back on you.

"Get some more rest baby, Logan has a key. I love you princess" He whispered, you felt chills down your spine as it almost felt like he was right there with you, the last thing you hear was the call end, but not without Jack saying that he loves you once more.

That might before he went to bed he sent you a text making sure you had eaten and taken some meds, no one had ever cared for you as much as him.

Zach Herron- You, Zach and the boys had gone on a small vacation just a few hours away from the city to a beautiful beach house that was absolutely breath taking, you had been there for about 3 days out of the two weeks you guys were planning to stay there when you started getting horribly sick. You were puking and coughing like crazy and Zach hadn't left your side since it had started happening.

"How you feeling baby?" He asked as you laid with your head on his chest and his fingers playing with hair trying to do anything to make the pain go away.

"Can I have some more advil?" You croaked, your throat in extreme pain from puking and coughing so much.

"Not yet princess but soon, Daniel should be back with your food and actually cold meds for you" He whispered placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Im not hungry" You whispered, snuggling your head deeper into his chest.

"Y/n baby, you gotta eat something. Its almost been twenty four hours and thats extremely unhealthy baby" He said, you could hear the seriousness in his voice, Truthfully Zach had never been so worried about you, all the boys were telling him that it was just a flu or a bug and that You'd be fine but every time he followed you into the bathroom to hold your hair back he felt his heart break even more. Zach had horrible anxiety and always worried that normal things were something so much worse, such as a flu being cancer. He couldn't help but worry about the love of his life.

"Zach baby, its just a bug okay? I will be fine in a few days but yes, Ill eat something if it will make you feel any better. I just feel bad that this is how your spending your vacation" You frowned, placing a kiss on his lower shoulder.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than here taking care of you princess, I love you" He told you, kissing your forehead for the millionth time because he knew it relaxed your body.

Corbyn Besson- You woke up on your couch from a nap to pounding on your door. Sitting up quickly as you had been startled you looked around to see the sun had gone down and you were sweating like crazy.

Walking Dizzly to the door you opened it to see a worry Corbyn at the other end of the door.

"Y/n are you okay?! Ive been calling you for the last hour and No one has heard from you since two" He said as you stood out of the way so he could walk into your apartment.

"I um-What time is it?" You asked confused as you shut the heavy brown apartment door and looking at him confused.

"Its almost 11pm, Ive been so worried about you baby" Your blonde boyfriend of three months whispered walking closer to you and pulling you closer as he put his hands on your hip.

"I um- f-fell asleep. Im not feeling so well" You whispered closing your eyes making Corbyns whole face drain with worry, he had never seen you like this before. Placing his hands on your forehead his eyes almost popped out of head.

"Baby, your burning up! You need a cool shower, Ill try and find something for you to take while your in there" He said rushing you towards the bathroom.

"Corbyn I don't think I can stand. Im extremely dizzy" You whispered, you could hardly keep your eyes open, everything was blurry.

Corbyn was officially freaking out now, he had never been so worried about you in his whole life.

"Wheres your Advil baby? We gotta break the fever?" He asked sitting you down on your couch, you directed him to the bathroom cabinet filled with different things and he came back with a bottle of pills and a cup of water.

After you had taken the pills Corbyn picked you up and brought you to the bathroom before turning on the shower and he turned to you.

"Im gonna help you into the shower okay? I know we still aren't 100% in that place yet and you know I respect that but baby this fever is extremely high and a shower is the only way I know how to bring it down" he told you, if you weren't sick and on the verge of passing out you were almost positive you would have told him you loved him right there and then.

Since you and Corbyn had started dating he had done amazing and beautiful things like this, he had made you feel respected and love and cared for without even trying. He was an over all amazing human being.

Stripping you down into nothing but your underwear he brought you into the shower where the not too cold but not too warm water either and sat with you at the bottom of the bath with you in-between his legs. Placing kisses on your wet head as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You started feeling better after about half an hour later and Corbyn helped you get out and dried you off before bringing you in your room to get changed. Putting his hoodie on you before finding Pj shorts in your bottom drawer and helping you slip them on.

After tucking you into bed he placed a kiss on your forehead and waited until he thought you were asleep before he got off the chair in the corner of your room and headed towards the door.

"Please stay" you whispered before he could leave. You just wanted him, he made you feel better, he made you feel safe and when you were sick that was all you ever needed. He was all you ever needed.

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Life is fragile but still beautiful  Part II

I know it’s been only a day since I posted the first part but posting a second one for you right now.

You can find the Part I here 

When Maggie and Meredith got home, Amelia was almost done with the packing. Maggie was going to her room to change her clothes but when she passed Amelia's door, which was left open, she saw Amelia's suitcase. Amelia was pacing in her room, deciding what else to take to LA.

“You're leaving?”

Amelia turns around and sees Maggie standing at the door with really surprised eyes.

“Yeah, they made me to take two months break.”

“Why, did you do something? Is this about Penny?”

“Kinda, but last year I didn't take my break and now to avoid fines the hospital sent me to my break.”

“Okay but why are you packing? Are you moving out?”

“I'm going to visit my LA friends.”

Meredith comes upstairs who had only heard Maggie ask if Amelia is moving out.

“Amelia you're not moving out. I'm sorry if I've been such a bitch to you but you don't have to move out.”

“Mer, calm down. I'm not moving out. The hospital told me I have to take two months break and I decided to go to LA.”

“Oh, does Addison know you're coming?”

“Nope, it'll be a surprise.”

It was obvious that Amelia needed a break and to visit her old friends. Meredith and Maggie saw how happy Amelia was about the idea of going to LA. She was much happier than she's been after what happened with Derek.

Three sisters headed to the kitchen and made dinner. The kids were sad because they won't see their auntie for that long but Amelia promised to get some presents for them when she'll come back.

That night all the kids wanted Amelia to put them to bed because she'll leave too early to say goodbyes in the morning.

After the kids were asleep Meredith went to bed also. Maggie told she has to go to the hospital for consult but it was obvious it wasn't that.

Amelia texted to Owen.

A- Hey, can we talk? 

O- Sure, did something happened ??

A- No...

   Yes...

   Well, kinda. Can you just come here? I'm waiting for you outside on the porch swing.

O- Okay, I'll be there in 20 minutes but go inside. It's cold outside.

A- Okay, I'll wait you then.

O- :)

Amelia sat down on the porch swing. It was only six days ago when she had laid in Owen's arms and felt so safe. They have seen each other many times at the hospital, smiled and talked but only about work. Amelia knew he was there, waiting until she was ready and Owen knew that Amelia won't run away from him anymore.

When Owen pulled in the driveway, he saw Amelia sitting outside.

“Hey. I told you to go inside.” He sat down and wrapped his arms around her, trying to give her warm. She shivered when she felt his warmth and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Let's go inside and make you a cup of hot chocolate, shall we?” Owen asked.

“Okay. Sounds good.”

They stood up and Owen's arm was still holding her. In the kitchen Owen made a hot chocolate to Amelia, who was sitting on the couch. Owen joined her and gave her the cup.

“You don't want something? You can make coffee, tea, or this.” Amelia told Owen while taking a sip.

“No thanks, I'm good.” Owen smiled and looked Amelia's eyes. He always liked those blue eyes.

“So you wanted to talk.”

“Yes.” Amelia told nervously.

“Hey, it's okay. You can tell me, just spit it out.” Owen again wrapped his arms around her.

“I'm going to LA for two months.”

“Please tell me you're not running again, Amelia.” She could hear fear in his voice.

“No I'm not. You know, when Derek died, I worked every day and took no breaks.”

“Yeah, so now hospital sends you to your break, am I right?”

“Yes but how did you... Oh, you were chief before Bailey.” Amelia laughed.

“Maybe we should go to your room. What do you think?”

“Okay but I think my legs are too tired for that.” She teased.

“Then I’ll have to carry you.” Owen stood and lifted her up.

“Oh no no no, what are you doing Major Hunt?” Amelia laughed.

“I'm taking this beautiful woman, whose legs are too tired, to her room.”

They stood there, Amelia in Owen's hands in the living room, lost in each other's eyes what felt like hours. Then she made the first move. Amelia moved her head closer to his until their foreheads were touching. Both let out a sigh for missing this so long. They moved more closer until their lips were touching. It was so familiar, so soft, so needed, so passionate kiss. After the long kiss, they looked in each other's eyes again and smiled. Owen started walking towards her room.

“Are you home alone?”

“Nope. Mer and kids are sleeping and Maggie went to the hospital. She told us she was paged, but you know why she went there.”

“Mmm... I don't.”

“Wait you don't know that Maggie and Deluca are… you know, in bed together.”

“Wow, really?!”

“Yeah.”

Owen opened her room's door and laid Amelia on the bed.

“Do you want me to stay or should I leave?”

“Stay, please.”

“Okay, I'll stay.” Owen laid down next to her. Amelia got closer to him and put her head on his chest while Owen hugged her with his one hand.

“I'm going to miss you.” Amelia said quietly. “Sorry, I should filter more.” She told nervously.

“Amelia, I'm going to miss you too.” He kissed her hair.

They were silent but it was comfortable.

It was 11pm when they heard some noises coming from downstairs. It was Maggie who got home drunk.

“I think our silent time is over.” Amelia sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, wait for it.”

It didn't take long when the house was filled with sex noises.

They both started laughing and then they fell asleep in each other's arms.

It was 2:30am when her alarm went off. They both groaned. Amelia shut it down and kissed Owen's cheek.

“You're on call today?”

“Yeah. 10am.” Owen answered sleepily and after saying these words he fell asleep again.

“Okay, I'll get a shower.” Amelia now kissed his lips and she saw how he smiled in his sleep.

Amelia was almost ready when Owen woke up. First he was confused why Amelia was leaving but then he remembered, LA. Owen let out a little sigh. Amelia saw that he was sad. She laid down next to him and put her head on his chest, like she had done last night.

“What's wrong?” Amelia asked worriedly.

“I don't want you to leave.” Owen told sadly.

“Oh, O.” She used his pet name. “I also don't want to leave you.”

Amelia raised her head and stroke his hair and cheek. She saw how sad he was and then she got an idea.

“Come with me.”

“What?”

“Come with me to LA.”

Owen was shocked but he really liked that idea.

“Oh you can't tell me there's a reason why you can't because I can see it in your eyes. You want to come.” Amelia smiled.

“I really want to but I have to work here.”

“I think you should get up. I have to leave this house in an hour.” Amelia runs to the kitchen to grab some breakfast for both of them.

“Good morning. Are you going to be late?” Meredith asked.

“Oh no, it's just I haven't eaten yet. Anyway why are you up in the middle of the night?”

“You know, sometimes house is filled with some noises.”

“Yes, I do” Amelia laughed when she was looking for some milk in the fridge when Meredith greets someone.

“Well, good morning.”

Amelia turns around and sees Meredith grinning and Owen standing shirtless in the kitchen.

“Next time please say goodbyes quietly. Thank God the kids didn't wake up.”

Amelia looked Owen and both started laughing.

“What's so funny?” Meredith was confused.

“It wasn't us Mer. I think who made these noises is coming down the stairs.” Amelia told between the laughs.

“Good morning.” Amelia said to Deluca who tried to sneak out of the house.

“I think it’s still middle of the night, so good night you all.” Deluca said and closed the door.

Amelia and Owen had started eating cereal when Maggie got in the kitchen 5 minutes after Deluca left.

“Why is everyone up so early? Oh yes, the plane.” Maggie said tiredly.

“Long night?” Meredith grinned.

“Yeah... wait... you saw?”

“Most of it we heard.” Owen said.

“What do you mean?”

“We saw how he tried to sneak out... again.” Amelia laughed. “O, are you done?”

“Yeah.”

Owen took his and Amelia's bowl in the sink and washed them. When they went upstairs Owen placed his hand on her lower back.

“What do you think? Are they in love?” Maggie asked Meredith.

“Yeah, they've been it for a long time now.”

“Why they're not dating then?”

“I don't know, Maggie.”

“He makes her really happy. She even has a nickname for him.”

“Yeah, I noticed that too.”

  “Owen, are you ready?” It was almost 4am.

“Yes, one second.”

Owen got out of the bathroom and Amelia was looking out of the window. He went to hug her behind and put his arms on her belly. Owen kissed her neck and she turned in his arms to look into his eyes. Amelia kissed Owen softly and he felt all her passion in it.

“Are you ready?” Owen asked, his lips on her's.

“Yeah.”

Downstairs Meredith and Maggie said goodbyes to Amelia. Owen took her suitcase in his left hand and with his right Owen hold Amelia's hand. During the car ride to the airport Owen never let go of her hand and Amelia was thankful for that. She didn't want to leave Owen right now when she felt like it's time to try again.

  At the airport Amelia and Owen hugged each other and shared the kisses until it was time to Amelia to get on the plane. Now Owen gets how much it really hurts to send someone you love on the plane. He doesn't wanna know how much it'll hurt when you send someone in the war zone.

“Hey, it'll be only two months. We'll FaceTime and call and text all the time, okay?”

“Okay.” Owen tried to seem happy about Amelia but he knew that she saw it in his eyes. It hurt him. A lot.

Amelia shared another long hug, looked in his eyes and kissed him.

“I love you, Owen! I'll call you when I land.”

“I love you too, Amelia!” He kissed her again and then she left. Owen stood there and watched how the plane took off and headed to LA.

“She's gone but she'll be back soon, it's only two months. You can do this, Owen.” He told himself quietly.