#the word count is subject to change as i am still doing final edits

[int-writersmind]

Hanging On The Telephone

Pairing: Peter Parker x Gn!Reader

Sequel to Potential Customer (but could be read as a stand-alone)

Summary: After lending Peter your favorite vinyl, you wonder when you'll see him again...to get your record back of course! No other reason...

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Author's Note: I imagine the album that Reader gives to Peter as Parallel Lines by Blondie but it's neutral enough to be whatever you want it be. The opening track is Hanging on the Telephone so use that info to your discretion.

Also I'm buzzed on two glasses of rosé editing this so bare with me lol.

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It had been a week since that day at So-So Records, a few days since you met Peter Parker, a few days since you lent him that album. You try to not be glued to your phone, anxiously waiting for a response like a desperate thirteen-year-old, but still you wonder when he’ll reply. 

It was early one morning when the text finally came. You, in your apartment’s kitchen, sipping on your favorite hot beverage startling when your phone chimes.

I think I’ve found my new favorite album, read the text, This is Peter by the way. Peter Parker?

You respond: I had a feeling, You know, I don’t lend my albums out to just anyone.

Then I must be special.

You smile to yourself, covering your face when you realize what you are doing.

“Are you smiling at your phone?” Your roommate says, coming out from her bedroom. “Funny video, or that guy from the store?”

“Uh, the latter, he finally got back to me.”

“Ooh, so what’s next?” Your roommate goes to pour a glass of juice from the refrigerator, you turn in your chair to face her.

“I guess I'll get my record back.”

“Boo! That’s so boring! Make it interesting, call him and set up a meeting or something.”

You roll your eyes, “Calling? What am I? Fifty?”

“I think there’s something classic about calling, much more personal than texting.” Your roommate plucks your phone from your hand. You reach for it but your roommate pushes you back with great ease. “It’s easy, I’ll do it for you.”

“No! Don’t you dare!”

Ring ring!

“Hello?” You hear Peter’s voice faintly from your phone’s speaker. Your eyes go wide in fear, your roommate tosses your phone back to you, and you almost drop it like it was a game of hot potato and the spud was literally burning your skin. You suck in a deep breath before–

“Hey-Hi Peter…ugh so sorry I must have ah–misclick–”

You hang up instantly, much to the shock of your roommate. “What-Why the hell did you do that?!?”

“I don't know! I got nervous!” You start to pace back and forth. “Shit, I-I got to call him back.”

“Yeah, duh.” You throw a pillow from the couch at her on your way back to your room.

With the click of the door, you let yourself lean and slowly slid down onto the floor. Phone in hand you stare at the call screen, fingers hesitating on Peter’s number. You take a deep breath before finally pressing Call.

“Hello…”

“Hey, everything ok?” Even through the phone, Peter’s kindness shines through, like you can almost hear his smile through the phone. You kinda feel like a dick for panicking and hanging up on him earlier.

“Yeah, yeah, I was just…being stupid.” You shake your head and cover your eyes with one of your eyes.

“No, don’t say that.”

“It’s fine,” You go to change the subject, “So, the album, any standouts.”

“Well, I would definitely say that opening track has to be my favorite. Every time it ended I just wanted to restart it. A definite addition to my playlist.”

“Hmmm, that’s something I would like to listen to.”

“I’ll show you sometime,” You try and fail to suppress a smile, “Though it’s pretty much one giant mashup of styles and genres.”

“The playlist of a madman.” You joke.

As you listen in, you can hear wind passing by on Peter’s end. “More like the playlist of someone horribly unorganized.”

“Ha, wish I could relate, but I’m much too anal to let that happen.” You move your hand away from your face, letting your head fall against the door. “I know this is gonna sound crazy but what are you doing…I mean because, I like, hear the wind passing by and...”

“Uh, er, I’m running…yeah a nice little run.”

“Oh let me leave you to your run.” You say, “We can always talk again later.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Police sirens go on by on the other end, “Ah, I think I should hang up now, don't want to run into something crazy.”

“I get it, text me some time?”

“Will do.”

“Oh and Peter,” You say. “We should set up and time and place so you can give me back my record.”

“Just when I get use to playing it all the time,” Peter responds sarcastically, “I’m kidding, I’ll let you know when I can.”

~

At work, you couldn't help but sneak glances at your phone, one part hoping another text would come through, another part hoping that it wouldn’t.

On your lunch break you had an extra few minutes left before clocking back in, you decide to visit your store’s listening room. Well it was more like the back of the store where there was a wall cut-out, curtain, and small table with a record player and a two pairs of headphones. You pick up a small selection of 7 inch singles, trying to figure out what kind of mood you were in. you pull the curtain close to give a smidgen of privacy, picking up one of the headphones your co-worker swore he cleaned.

Halfway through one 7 inch, when you decided that you were in a different mood, you feel the curtain move, you look up to see–

“Hope you don’t mind,” Peter, in the flesh, fully cements himself inside the admittedly tight space. “Your co-worker said I would find you here.”

“And found me you have,” You switch the 7 inch to something else, a song that Peter might know. “Have some time to spare?”

“For you, of course.”

You look away, trying to hide your blush under the guise that you were reaching for the other pair of headphones. Peter graciously accepts, placing them atop of his head, as you set the record player to start.

As the track starts, you sideways glance at Peter and he does the same to you. You laugh it off as the opening notes begin to go through your ears.

It takes Peter a beat before he notices what song is playing–the opening song from the album you lent him. You sheepishly smile at his recognition before slowly moving to the music, a basic shimmy, then a head bob, then as the song reaches the first chorus, mouthing the words. Peter just smiles at you, and gives a modest head bob to the song the whole way through. 

As the song fades out, ending you and Peter’s private little listening party, you both take off your headphones and just stare at one another for a moment. “You know…I would love to keep playing music but…”

“Oh yeah… I was just in the area and I just–decided to pop in.”

“Without my record?” You say sarcastically.

Peter shuts his eyes in embarrassment. “Oh yeah…it’s just..um…god I honestly just forgot it–”

You place a hand on Peter’s arm to stop him from going on, before quickly removing it. “Don’t worry about it…” You pull the curtain just slightly back, glancing at your co-worker who was glancing at his watch repeatedly. “You can always just…return it to me at…my place...Oh my god, that was so forward–”

“No! I mean yes? Uh…yeah I can definitely return your record to your place.” Peter stumbles out, “I mean I already know where you live.” Peter’s eyes go wide in shock, his face turning red.

You just chuckle to defuse the situation, at least you weren't the only one who felt so awkward in this situation. Your skin felt warm, your heart was beating so fast it felt like it would drill straight through your ribs. 

Is this what it felt like to have a crush? Oh my god, did you actually just say crush? But, you didn’t know what else to call this feeling you had towards Peter. Hell, you barely knew the dude, only sharing a few things with one another, but at the end of each encounter, you were just itching for more. It was kind of embarrassing but honestly, who cares.

“How about you come over to my place around 8:30-ish? My roommate’s working the nightshift.”

“I can make that work.”

“Cool” You say. “Plus, I promise to tell you exciting little factoids about the album and others if you let me.”

“Oh please do so,” Peter leans in close, quite close actually, “It would make little nerd me so excited.”

For just a split second you think about leaning in, closing the gap between the two of you with your lips– Now that was too far, crazy talk. 

You settle for a quick glance at his lips before looking at his eyes, clearing your throat before turning to leave the listening area. 

You lead Peter to the front of the store, hands wringing in front of you, as you turn and face Peter.

“I’ll text you my apartment number, 8:30?”

“8:30-ish” Peter responds with a finger snap. You do the same with a nod of your head, as you watch Peter leave.

~

Why did you agree to meet at your place?

You think about what you proposed at the record store, standing alone in the middle of the living room in your apartment. You didn’t know whether or not to dress up so you settled for what you wore at work today with a long cardigan to cozy it up.

You pace back and forth, chewing on your fingernails on one hand, admittedly, overstressing about tonight. Was this like a casual drinks thing? A nice meal paired with casual drinks? Or was it really just a simple handoff and ‘Thanks for lending me the record, I never want to see you again, buh-bye!”

You stop short, pushing all those thoughts and then-some out. You decide to go simple and order a New York delicacy–pizza. If this was something then it would be fun, casual. If it was a simple handoff then, well, more pizza for you. A win-win honestly. But as you place the order, deep down you knew, you just knew that this wasn’t gonna be a simple handout.

~

Knock-Knock

Man that pizza delivery guy definitely deserves a great tip for speed, efficiency–

“I assume this is for you?” As you open the door there’s Peter, pizza in one hand, record in the other. “Or I just paid and stole someone' else's dinner.”

“Our pizza if you’ll indulge me?” You take the pizza from Peter, and with your other hand you gesture for him to come inside. “Oh, how much do I own you? Since the pizza was my idea and all.”

“Don’t worry about it,” As you close the door behind you, Peter does a quick 360 of your cozy shared space. “This is–”

“Small?”

“Nice. I was gonna say nice,” You walk the pizza over to the wall that served as the kitchen, getting your finest paper plates. “It would be more strange if you lived in some Friends level apartment.”

You notice Peter walking to another section of your living room, where your music set-up was, a fine turntable and modestly priced speakers. Which all sat upon a piece from IKEA that held you and your roommates record collection.

“You ok with soda?” You call out.

“If that’s what you're drinking,” Peter glances at you, “Then that’s what I’ll be drinking.”

You nod as you prepare a pair of pizza on separate plates and pour your favorite soda into slightly dusty glasses.

As you make your way to the main area of the living room, you set everything on the coffee table before standing next to Peter. “And to think I thought you weren’t a serious record collector.”

Your lips form a straight line, nodding your head, “If I let the wrong people know I secretly love collecting vinyls, they’ll never leave me alone.” You joke.

“Your secret is safe with me.”

Peter hands you the borrowed record, which you take from him. You squat down, looking for the right place to put it, Peter follows you downward.

“While we're here…maybe I can show you something else?”

“Hmm, some music that will change my life?”

You roll your eyes, “No, just my personal faves.”

Your fingers skim over a few titles, before you select one, some indie, folky singer you actually saw in person. “But only if you wow me with some factoids, as promised.”

“Of course, I never break a promise”

~

A third record plays as Peter and you are lost in conversation, the scraps of pizza lying on the coffee table. The two of you are close to one another on the couch. You with your head resting on one hand, elbow resting on the back of the couch, Peter holding his glass in front of him.

“...And once I had the record in hand it made the long lines and freezing temperatures worth it.” You turn and hide your face in your hand. “God, I just realized how crazy that sounded.”

“No,no, that was a great story,” Peter lightly places a hand on your leg. “I can tell you're very passionate about this and I bet,” Peter scoots in close, “You really love working at So-So.”

You glance away before facing Peter’s smirking face again. That smirk that makes your stomach tie up in knots. “I mean why else would I work long hours for shit pay. But meeting certain customers also makes it worthwhile.”

“Like clueless customers who come in for some obscure album from the 70s that he doesn’t even bother to buy?”

“Yeah, even customers like that,” You remove your other hand from your head to rest on Peter’s, trying to ignore the burning sensation inside of you telling you to stop. “I know this is stupid but…I’m glad you walked into So-So.”

“Can I say something stupider?” Peter makes a face that makes you laugh. “What I meant to say,” Peter takes your hand, “I’m also glad I walked into So-So.”

The two of you just stare at one another, and it’s like you can almost feel a magnetic pull towards him. Like when the two of you were leaning on that wall at So-So, or when he walked you home and his fingers brushed your thigh, or in the listening room when you just wanted to seal the deal. You had so many thoughts racing through your mind it was hard to focus on the moment. 

Peter leans in closer, bringing you right back into the now, You close your eyes as his lips ghost over yours, his breath falling over your lips–the record stops, end of the side.

“Leave it.” Peter whispers before pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was messy, a little hungry, as if each other's lips were the only way to satiate each other’s appetite. Peter places his cup on the coffee table as he brings one of his hands to cup your face.

His lips, god his lips, were coated in the artificially sweet taste of the soda, making him even more irresistible. You couldn’t help but let your hands wander up his chest, your fingers playing with the top button of his shirt, the closest to his neck, wandering fingers pushing themselves inside, feeling warm skin.

Great minds think alike as one of Peter’s hands goes to your waist, his long, slender fingers, going up your shirt, pressing lightly on the skin. You can’t help but sigh at his touch, as his hand slowly travels upward. You swing one leg over both of his, so that you’re basically straddling him, letting your hands go to his neck, as both of his hands fall to your waist.

Ending the moment too soon, Peter pulls away from you, letting his forehead rest against yours, but casting his gaze downwards as to not look at you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Now why would you say that?” With one of your hands, you use your thumb and pointer finger to gently push Peter’s face upwards by his chin, causing him to look you right in your eyes. “I wanted you to kiss me. Hell, I've wanted to kiss you since you walked me home.” 

“It’s…it’s not that I regret kissing you, I’ll never regret that…it’s just…” Peter sighs, “I don’t know what this, the two of us, can be after tonight. I don’t know if I’m in a position right now for something…something more serious.”

You chuckle a little, “Bold of you to assume I wanted to ask you to be my boyfriend right now.” You say with a smile, you let your finger flick down his bottom lip. “I can do causal, Peter Parker.” You lean in close, your thumb blocking your lips from his, your voice lowering, “Can you?”

Peter sighs into your mouth, a smirk forming on his lips, “I can, but can I ask you one thing?” You nod your head, “Can I borrow some more of your records? I think your taste is starting to rub off on me.”

“Only if you promise to return them to me.”

“If this is what a return looks like…then count me in.”

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Read Part 3-> Fragile (warning includes smut!)

Thanks for reading! Ah, I can't believe I finally did the sequel to Potential Customer, I already have the last two parts written (since I wrote them in tandem with the og) so expect those soon, but this one was strangely difficult to write. Anyway...anyone want some smut w/ this pairing? That's coming soon, since my fever dream venom peter smut post got so many notes so quickly, lol. Anyway bye void!

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[spaceofentropy]

The fic has been out for a few days already, but I can finally make my own post and inflict it on y'all, and nobody can stop me, bwahahahahahah!

*cough* So, I took part in the Stranger Things Big Bang (2024 edition) and was so lucky that @lemonhitsu claimed my fic and made some amazing art for it, and also this banner up here! I'm so honored to have his great art on my fic, and proud to have inspired him even just a tiny bit! T^T Look at what he made! So pretty! So sad! So perfect!

My fic is a story about pining boys, with a big dose of angst and fluff, and a happy ending (and some smut just at the end). It's titled Flesh for Fantasy (thank you for the title, Billy Idol!) and you can find it here on ao3.

It's inspired by a Teen Wolf fic that I have reread a bit too many times and never fails to give me all the feels thanks to so much delicious angst and I'm a sucker for good angst, oh, yes I am! But I digress.

I loved writing my story, and mixing reality and Fantasy was a fun way to stretch my writing muscles. I was very lucky that @dragonflylady77 beta-read it for me, and that she and @medusapelagia patiently listened to me ramble while I was still writing it.

Anyway, here's the link to the story once again, and here are the info about the fic itself:

Flesh for Fantasy Rated E; 32000 words; no archive warnings Relationship: Billy/Steve Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, the Party, Maxine Mayfield, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Neil Hargrove, Susan Hargrove, Steve's parents The big tags: no Upside Down AU; Neil Hargrove; Child Abuse; car accidents; hospitals; blood and injury; broken bones; touch-starved Billy Hargrove; fluff and angst; emotional hurt/comfort; Platonic stobin; hopeless crushes; eventual smut; homophobia; non-sexual intimacy Synopsis: In a world where if you Fantasize about someone, that person feels it on their skin, someone starts Fantasizing about Steve Harrington. But instead of being sexual Fantasies, it's for cuddles and soft touches, so restrained that Steve has no idea who his phantom hugger is. All he knows is they must have a good reason to keep hidden like that.

I also have a little (?) snippet, but it's under the cut so the post is not too long on the timeline :P

"Do you think I look lonely?" She's taken aback by what must feel like a sudden change in subject. "Uh… No. I mean… sometimes, maybe. Babe, what does this have to do with anything?" "The Dreamer. It's never, like, a sex thing." "But that's what Fantasies are for. For sex!" "I know, okay, but this is… It's hugs. This person, whoever it is, hugs me." Steve gives Robin a couple of seconds to look at him in stunned silence and digest his words, then he asks her: "Do I look like I need a hug that bad that someone feels it's their duty to provide one?" "How long has this girl been giving you Fantasy hugs?" Robin asks, her tone poised somewhere between bewildered and worried. "Aside from the fact I don't even know if it's a guy or a gal, it's been… uh… weeks? A month? Maybe more, I'm not sure." "And you never told me a thing?!" she shouts, outraged. "I just did!" Robin smacks the back of her hand on his arm in an offended gesture. "That doesn't count and you know it!"

[tonberry-yoda]

Promise - Bruno Bucciarati

notes - i kid yall not, i literally have a 200 pg document full of old fanfic from like 2 years ago, and this piece was in there! well, not this piece, but something like this. I wanted to get inspo and loved this too much not to share!!! I did a lot of edits and fixed it to make it more my style and I really love it. this writing was for a recent poll i did!! i love bruno so much and was really happy to write this!!! requests open april 1 btw and i am so excited to see all of your ideas <3333

word count - 533

Bruno laid his hands out in front of you on the table face down. He finally let you convince him to let you paint his nails and you were smiling like an idiot picking some of your favorite colors that would suit Bruno really well.

"How long is this going to take?" He asked, trying to act annoyed, but failing as he was smiling just as much as you.

"Not long, Bruno. Not like you have anywhere to be."

"I am a capo." He said, trying to sound all big and tough.

"Nice try, Bucciarati, but isn't your so called, 'gang' out shopping for clothes right now and getting froyo?"

"Shut up," he giggled, watching you paint his nails delicately. You were always so gentle with him and that somehow made him love you so much more than he already did.

"Cara?"

"Hm?" You didn't look up and just kept painting his nails, your full focus on him at the moment.

"I promise to love you until the day I die. Even after that, I will never stop loving you." He whispered in your ear in Italian, sending a shiver down your spine.

You blushed and messed up on his pinky finger a bit, immediately going back to fix it and muttering an apology.

"It's alright, love." He told you, watching you fumble around for a moment. He grabbed your wrist gently and softly chuckled.

"Are you alright, cara?"

"I'm fine." You paused and looked into Bruno's dark blue eyes. "You just... don't know that, that's all."

"Oh, see, but I do." He told you with full confidence.

You pulled your eyes away from his and focused on his bangs instead, pushing them out of his eyes. "You need to get a haircut." You told him.

"You're changing the subject, love."

"Well," you twiddled your thumbs and looked down at your hands. "You might change your mind one day."

"What makes you say that?"

"You just don't want to make a stupid promise only for it to-"

"I don't think it's a stupid promise."

You looked up at him and his eyes were a bit confused, but still full of so much love.

"I'm just saying," you finished painting his nails and blew on them before checking if they were fully dry. "It might be a bad idea."

"Why would it be a bad idea?"

"Bruno, what if you don't love me forever?! What if you fall out of love with me... What if... I'm not enough for you?"

"Love that will never happen." He grabbed both of your hands and kissed your knuckles. "I love you with my entire being, I don't even think you understand. When I made that promise to you, I wasn't kidding,” he cupped your face, the golden sun pouring onto your bright eyes. “Do I make that clear?”

You nodded with a bright smile, tears forming in your eyes, but not from being upset. "Bruno, I love you more than the moon needs the sun, and I will forever love you, even after death."

Bruno smiled at you and brought his lips to yours, no one but the sheer white curtains and the sun there to watch.

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2023 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated <3

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[aintgonnatakethis]

twenty questions for fic writers

Tagged by @bagheerita ❤️️

How many works do you have on AO3? 29

What's your total AO3 word count? 208,847

What fandoms do you write for? Stargate Universe mainly, though I've also tried out Stargate Atlantis and James Bond.

Top five fics by kudos: what do pretty monsters dream of? (SGA, Sheppard/Todd) down here they call us animals (SGU, Rush/Young, vamp AU) Valentine's Day (James Bond, asexual Bond) Consultancy Opportunity (SGU, Rush/Telford, PWP) Good Things Come In Threes (SGU, Rush/Young/Telford, P-with-P)

Do you respond to comments? Yes, every one. I know how anxiety-inducing it can be to leave a comment, so I really want to put the effort in to respond. It might take me a few days, as per the anxiety, but there's nothing I love more than discussing my fics!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? so i bite my tongue and hope for blood (warning for non-con) Rush is drugged and does things to Telford. Telford understandably reacts poorly. No working through the trauma here - just trauma.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hmm, looking through my fics I guess I'm not a happy endings kind of guy. 😂 Think the best I can do is Valentine's Day, with Q worrying for a lot of it that Bond is sexually pursuing him only for things to end up firmly in the asexual category with cuddling and talking and petting cats.

Do you get hate on fics? Nah, everyone's pretty chill. Though of course I'm not involved in any large fandoms and that's where the more aggressive people tend to end up.

Do you write smut? Hell yeah I do! When I started posting to A03 near the end of 2022 it was the majority of what I wrote. Recently I've not really been feeling it - ever since I really had to force things so I'd be able to finish the 10k final chapter of the threesome fic - so I've been writing other stuff. I'm sure the smut will reactivate at some point.

Craziest crossover: I've never written any, and I'm afraid I'm not a fan of crossovers at all. 😂

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nah, not to my knowledge. Though I guess with AI scrapers you never know these days.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, though of course I'd give my permission for it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nothing posted to AO3. Back in the day I RPed Doctor Who smut and stuck it on FFnet, and got a warning slapped on my account for it. 👎

All time favourite ship? Young/Telford/Rush, either all together in a threesome, or paired off in any possible permutation. These three guys are the revolving door of my brain.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I haven't worked on Your Own Worst Enemy for a long while, a fic where Rush, Young, Telford, and Destiny are all recovering from different forms of sexual assault. Though I'm really pleased with what I've got so far, I'm not sure where the plot goes next and I want to handle the subject matter with care. I think it's the kind of fic I have to complete before I start posting.

What are your writing strengths? I really enjoy taking a character and changing their sexuality to all the possible options to explore the possibilities. I've been told I do this while still remaining in character because I do the work to get there instead of just slapping a label on. For example, I've written fics where Telford is straight, bi, gay, aromantic, and am currently working on one where he's asexual. I love seeing what shapes I can bend characters into while still remaining true to canon.

What are your writing weaknesses? I see writeblrs talking about doing big cuts in their editing process, trimming off thousands of words at a time! While I understand why, cutting a scene I've worked hard on is something I can rarely bring myself to do.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I think my knee jerk response would be to say yes, but don't overdo it. Even if the translations are readily available (found this skin which works for both desktop and mobile users and uses HTML instead of making the author fiddle around with editing the workskin for each individual translation) having to move to hover/click can take the reader out of the story if it's done to an extreme degree.

First fandom you wrote in? Doctor Who, in... 2007 I want to say.

Favourite fic you’ve written? down here they call us animals is the first one that springs to mind, as it was such a massive sense of accomplishment to finish a long project, and making my own vampire lore and history was really enjoyable. I have to give a mention to a memory, a distant echo (warning for memories of non-con) as well though. I feel like I crafted that with my bare hands from clay, you know? Telford's trauma... I could wax fucking poetic about it for days.

No pressure tagging: @fortunatetragedy @frostysfrenzy @wolgerrswraith @frostedlemonwriter @galadhir + open to anyone who wants a go!

[xiubaek-13]

Definitely, Maybe

Genre: Fluff.

Pairing: Hoshi x Reader

Word Count: 1,851

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, mostly fluff honestly, kissing, mentions of alcohol but no one is drunk.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this. Just a little something my brain word vomited onto a page in the last hour. Not even remotely edited.

The thumping bass from the party was deafening. You could feel your bones vibrating along to the music as you danced your heart out. You needed this night to unwind, silently thanking Cheol for managing to have his party on the same day that the universe seemed to have it out for you. You managed to wake up late, get a flat tyre, have coffee spilt on you less than five minutes after arriving at work and then you got chewed out by your boss because someone else in your team had fucked up. By the time you got your lunch, you were already venting to your friends in your group chat about your bad, no good, terrible day. 

[12:45pm] Hannie: Wow, who did you piss off in a past life?

[12:45pm] You: Someone who wants vengeance apparently.

[12:45pm] Shua: This is all because you refuse to sleep with your boss.

[12:45pm] You: Not happening. Really wish you’d stop suggesting it.

[12:45pm] Hannie: Shua might have a point…

[12:45pm] You: Why am I even friends with the two of you? 

[12:46pm] Gyu: Shua, are you trying to get her fired?

[12:46pm] Shua: Uh, no? Clearly I’m trying to get her promoted. 

[12:46pm] Cheol: 9pm. My place. Drinks, probably not much food, dancing and poor decisions. Guaranteed to make you feel better.

[12:46pm] Dino: Awesome! Party at Cheol’s. Tell everyone!

[12:46pm] Vernon: Have you guys seen this cat pic?

[12:46pm] Shua: Subtle change of subject there.

[12:46pm] Cheol: I’m busy with reports and am not on team peer pressure our friend into fucking their boss. 

[12:47pm] DK: Party! See everyone tonight.

[12:47pm] Jun: Is your boss hot?

[12:47pm] Woozi: Isn’t Kihyun your boss?

[12:47pm] You: Yes.

[12:48pm] Hannie: So you admit that your boss is hot.

[12:48pm] You: No! I was answering Woozi. 

[12:48pm] Shua: Sure Jan.

[12:48pm] Wonwoo: *popcorn*

[12:48pm] Woozi: Yeah I’m on team don’t fuck your boss if you were wondering.

[12:49pm] You: Someone else in this group is sane. Thank you.

[12:49pm] Woozi: np

[12:49pm] Vernon: So that’s a no on the cat pic then.

[12:49pm] Seungkwan: It’s not really a question of if you should do it. You CAN’T do it. 

[12:49pm] You: Not sure if this is helpful or an attack…

[12:49pm] Seungkwan: I’m on your side ffs! I’ll disown you if you fuck him.

[12:50pm] Hao: Still sounds a bit judgemental ngl.

[12:50pm] Wonwoo: *popcorn*

[12:50pm] Gyu: Yeah, sounds a bit like if she did do it, you’re going to slut shame her out of the friendship.

[12:50pm] Hoshi: I didn’t know Kihyun was your boss!  

[12:50pm] Hoshi: Can I send his gift to your office for you to pass on? Please?! 

[12:50pm] You: Hoshi, why are you sending my boss a gift?

[12:50pm] Hoshi: I was at his wedding a few weeks ago and forgot to drop my gift off.

[12:51pm] Shua: Ok maybe don’t fuck your boss.

[12:51pm] You: Finally you speak some sense!

[12:51pm] Shua: At least not until he’s out of the honeymoon phase.

Cheol removed Shua from the group

[12:51pm] Dino: I approve.

Hannie added Shua to the group

[12:52pm] Shua: Wow. The audacity Cheol.

[12:52pm] Cheol: Fight me.

[12:53pm] Vernon: thislilfloofyguystoebeans.jpeg sent.

[12:53pm] Wonwoo: Cute.

Cut to 11pm, you’ve been dancing with your friends and drinking whatever strange concoctions Jun keeps bringing you. You only finished the ones that tasted good, disposing of the less palatable ones when he wasn’t looking. Water and fresh air began to call to your soul so you excused yourself from the hyper and tipsy group who were currently having a dance off to Psy’s ‘Gentleman’. Cheol let you go after you promised that you weren’t leaving to go home.

You made your way into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water then made a beeline for the verandah. The cool air was a welcome change to the makeshift dance floor downstairs. You could still hear the bass from the music but it was muted now that bricks, mortar and semi soundproof glass separated you from it. It had been awhile since you’d gotten to unwind like this with your friends. It was a pleasant change to the monotony of work, eat ,sleep, repeat.  You leant on the balcony and let yourself zone out as you looked at the view from Cheol’s apartment. You wished you could see the stars more clearly but that was one of the compromises city living required. 

A hand lands on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. The gesture was innocent but because your mind had been elsewhere you nearly jumped out of your skin from shock. A soft laugh came from behind you and you immediately knew who it was. Hoshi. “Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you.” 

You wave your hand to calm him down. “It’s ok Hoshi, I must have really let my mind wander while I was looking at the view. I didn’t even hear you come out here.”

He smiles at you, moving to stand next to you so he can look out at the view as well. “Yeah, it is something isn’t it?”

“Mmmhmm.” You hum in agreement.

“You should see it at sunset. Sometimes it looks like the entire city is ablaze… which sounds much worse than it is.” He laughs awkwardly. “I’m trying to say that it’s pretty.” His hand grazes your arm as he leans on the balcony, the action sending a fluttering feeling to your stomach. Weird. That wasn’t a feeling you ever associated with him and he was an affectionate person so it wasn’t rare for him to touch you.

You weren’t sure what was different about this touch. You wanted him to do it again, to see if that feeling was a fluke or if it would happen again. You were staring at his arm, not noticing how his gaze softened as he watched you. He decides to throw caution to the wind and call you out on it. “Hey, my eyes are up here y’know.” 

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment as you realise you’ve been blatantly staring at him. You didn’t know what had come over you but you felt like you were seeing him for the first time. Hoshi had always been in your friend group, and the two of you had always gotten along but you had never felt some type of way about him. Until now apparently. Obviously you were going to have to play it cool since he’s always treated you like family so there’s no way he would look at you and feel any type of way but familial. Which was ok. 

“Cute.” He smiles at you, poking your cheek when your eyes don’t meet his. “Hey, why are you embarrassed?”

“I’m not okay?” You huff, which only causes his smile to grow. “Shut up.” 

“I didn’t even say anything!” He grabs your chin and lifts your head, forcing you to look up at him. “But you are very cute when you’re embarrassed.” You stare into his eyes, unable to look away. He waits to see if you’ll look away but you don’t. You stare at him like you’re seeing him clearly for the first time in your life. You see the shift in his gaze as it moves from confused to curious to something more. “If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to kiss you.” Before you can begin to process his words, you feel the soft press of his lips on yours, the moment sending electricity throughout your body. You were too surprised by the action to kiss him back, and you feel him begin to pull back. Your brain finally snapped out of its daze and your lips chased his, not wanting the kiss to end. You press your lips into his, reciprocating the kiss. You feel him smile into the kiss as he realises that you want this, that you want him. 

He pulls you closer, causing a small gasp to escape your lips, and deepens the kiss as he allows himself to let go. His lips were soft and comforting but you could feel the desire that was there as well. His hand caressed your cheek before moving through your hair, down the back of your neck and settled on your waist as he pulled you closer. Your hands grip the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip and you allow him access, wanting to feel more of him. You could taste one of those awful cocktails that he must have had earlier but you didn’t care.

The two of you broke apart to catch your breaths, the tension between you thick and heady. “I’m definitely not your boss, but would you like to get out of here?” He murmured as his fingers rubbed circles into your side.

“Only if you don’t mention my boss again.” You whisper.

He can’t stop himself from laughing which only sets you off as well. The palpable tension between you momentarily dissipates. “How does ramen at a late night diner followed by making out and some light groping sound?” He winks at you as he makes his proposition.

“Has that line ever worked for you?” Because you think it’s working on you. Because you think Hoshi might just charm the pants off you tonight if he’s lucky. Because you want him to keep kissing you. Because you want to see what else that mouth of his can do.

He shrugs as he waits for you to make a decision. “You tell me, this is the first time I’ve used it.”

“It shouldn’t work,” Except that he’s somehow perfected that dichotomy of silly and sexy. How had you never noticed before? What planet have you been living on to never notice before tonight? You could kick yourself.

“But…?” He asks, a hopeful smile on his face. How the fuck are you supposed to deny that face? From those warm and inviting eyes to those pinchable cheeks and that endearing smile. You couldn’t say no. Hoshi has always been someone who you found inviting but until very recently you hadn’t realised that the guy was actually hot. He’d always been the cute guy with a heart of gold but something had shifted for you in the past ten minutes. You were sober at this point so you couldn’t blame a haze of liquor for this epiphany. 

You grab his hand and smile. For some reason his cheesy pick up line has worked on you. Maybe you’re hungry, maybe his lips are just too inviting, maybe the warmth of your bodies is something you’re now thinking of exploring. “Let’s go.” You say. 

Maybe the truth is that you just have a crush on Hoshi and you’ve only just realised it.

A/N: Happy Birthday Hoshi. I had no plans on writing for him today but apparently my brain had other ideas so I hope you like it.

[surr3al1sm]

Official announcement post I guess

It’s currently 01.30 AM where I live, but the Wanderrose one-shot I am writing is finished. Somewhat- my beta reader still needs to finish and I’m sure imma end up rephrasing some stuff tomorrow morning, but I do know its ready to be posted tomorrow, so I just wanna rant about it a little. Read it if you’d like to!

It’s going to be called: Maybe Loving You is Dangerous

Which I’ll admit is a pretty basic title, but it was suggestion from a friend and it won the vote so- we’re rolling with it. It also just so happens to be a song lyric of the song I was looping while thinking of this idea (Slow it Down by Benson Boone. I’ll link it to this post but its a pretty popular song so I bet you’ve heard of it)

This is going to be the summary:

It’s a big day in the danceverses, the prince is finally turning 21. This means the prince is finally eligible to fully inherit the throne, but most importantly: it’s time for him to look for proper suitors. This is a cause for celebration in the Nova family. A big celebration at that. They invite the social elite of all the different danceverses, but the most important guests are the heirs. To offer Wanderlust a good view of the suitable young ladies he can court, but Wanderlust seems to be completely enamoured by an unexpected guest.

The word count is currently at 9956

This is ofcourse subject to change as my beta reader and I edit stuff.

Some quotes

My beta reader has already beta-ed a good chuck of it while we were on call last night (technically) and these are some of my favourite quotes from that and some comments I made myself while writing.

- “He’s turning 21 so he can now legally drink in America.” “Good thing this isn’t America.”

- "Night Swan. You, me, Denny's parking lot at 3 am."

- “Selios is like: I know what you are.”

- "After he (Wanderlust) fell through the floor because of a single look."

- "Stop cock blocking"

The brain factory is working

Imma be honest, this was an absolute blast to write, and while writing it I got an idea of how I would want to continue this story if there was demand for that. So I’m leaving this up to you readers whether or not you want more lol.

I truly hope you guys enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you are able to find the time to tomorrow or like any day in your life I think it would be very cool if you could give it a read, maybe even a kudos and/or a comment if you’re feeling generous.

Thats all folks

Thanks for listening to my yap.

[spnhunter4life]

So Long

Summary: Jenna and Dean have known each other since she was 9 and he was 11. Their fathers often hunted together, so they grew up in next door motel rooms, keeping each other company and watching out for Sammy. They were inseparable until their dads inevitably fought and stopped working together. Shortly after Sam left for college, her father had been killed on a hunt and his dad had been more and more distant, so they started hunting together. In a world where everyone has a tattoo of their soulmate’s name that appears somewhere on them on their 16th birthday, it took them a ridiculous amount of time to figure things out.

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I’ve always really loved the soulmate cliché, so I decided to write one of my own. As I was figuring out the basics of what I wanted to do, Niall Horan’s song So Long came on my playlist. It’s a beautiful song and I realized how well it fit the story I was trying to come up with, so this is based off of it.

A/N 2: So I just jumped back on the Supernatural bandwagon. While I was never truly off the wagon per se, it was more of a background appreciation for it while I was interested in other things. But I finally convinced myself to finish season 15 and now I'm all in again.

I remembered this fic I started like four years ago. I never posted it because it wasn't finished. It's still not, but I went back and reread what I have so far, and I'm actually super happy with it. So, that being said, I'm going to admit that I'm a super inconsistent writer. I might be super motivated to write for a few days (which I definitely am right now) and then not write again for a year. That's half the reason I never posted it. The other half is because, while I don't actually write things down often, I make stories in my head constantly and I've realized that I often go back and change details to fit the new direction I've decided to go in. And so I didn't want to post this until I was all done in case I wanted to make changes. But I decided I can edit and let people know things changed if it comes to that. I'm hoping if I can get some people to see this and get a little feedback, it will keep me motivated to write. All feedback is appreciated! Tell me what you liked. Tell me what could improve. Let me know if you find any grammar errors or inconsistencies. As long as it’s said nicely, I’m glad for absolutely any comments you might have.

My plan is to update weekly to give myself time to get the next chapters done. The second chapter is currently done/super close to done. Not sure if I want to add more to it or move it to another chapter. I’ve got a decent start on chapter 3 also. With the outline I have currently, this story is set to be 8 chapters. That could easily change though. 

Also, shoutout to @jerkbitchidjitassbutt​. You probably don’t even remember, but you read this chapter over for me way back when I first wrote it, so thanks for the support you gave me then!

Sorry for the super long note, and thanks for reading this far if you did!

Series Masterlist

Looking back through changes Where we started from Don’t know about you but I Knew it wasn’t wrong

Ages 16 and 17 June 25, 1996

I woke up, not exactly expecting to feel different, but maybe hoping. Today I would find out who my soulmate was. At least, I’d get a first name. Even though I knew it was stupid to get my hopes up, I couldn’t help but secretly want it to be Dean’s name. I was also nervous. Did I really want to know? If it wasn’t Dean, how would I deal with the disappointment? But if it was Dean, how could I possibly approach a subject like that? And even then, it wouldn’t mean it was Dean Winchester I was meant to be with. There were other Deans in the world. And wouldn’t he have said something by now if my name was tattooed on him somewhere?

Taking a deep breath, I looked over all of the skin currently exposed by my pajamas. Nothing on my arms or legs from the knees down.  I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 9:30. I couldn’t believe I’d slept that long, that my dad had let me!

I jumped out of bed, grabbing my towel and clothes for the day, heading straight for the shower. I’d made one friend in this small Louisiana town, a very outgoing girl I’d bumped into while getting groceries with Sam and Dean. She’d been excited to meet someone new, saying all of her friends were on vacation for the summer, and she and I were supposed to meet up soon to spend the day together.

I started the shower to let the temperature adjust and then started the process of removing my clothes, checking each inch of revealed skin for a name. Nothing yet, then. Supposedly, the name showed up around the time of day you were born. I had no idea what time that was, so I would let Alyssa distract me for the day and check again tonight.

When I came out of the bathroom wearing shorts and a t-shirt with my hair in a ponytail to combat some of the summer heat, my dad was just closing the door, chocolate chip muffins, my favorite breakfast food, in his hand.

“Happy birthday,” he smiled. “How does it feel to be sixteen?” He asked this question every year, but this was the big year, and it held a little more weight behind it. “It feels… pretty much the same as every other year I guess.” I told him honestly. Other than my nerves being slightly on edge with the upcoming soulmate reveal, it felt like any other day. “What are you still doing here? I thought you and John would’ve left by now.”

“That was the original plan, but I couldn’t leave without seeing my daughter on her birthday. I wanted to have the chance to eat breakfast together. The case can wait a couple hours.” He told me, sitting down at the table.

“Where are those two shadows of yours?” He teased as I took a seat across from him and grabbed a muffin. I knew he wouldn’t ask about my tattoo. He didn’t like people prying into his life and he didn’t pry into mine. He knew I’d tell him if I wanted to.

“I have no idea,” I replied as I peeled the wrapper off my muffin. “I haven’t seen either of them, but I just got up. Thanks for letting me sleep in by the way.”

“I figured one day can’t hurt. But don’t think you can go slacking off. It’s back to morning runs and training after this.” He said before taking a bite of his own muffin. “I still don’t understand why those boys aren’t here. You three make such a big deal out of each other’s birthdays, I half expected them to break down the door.” He mused.

“Maybe they forgot. And we don’t make ‘such a big deal.’ One present and a movie night isn’t too much to ask. Besides, it’s mostly Sam. Dean always made a big deal about his birthdays growing up and so Sam learned to do the same for us.” I told him.

“Yeah but a bunch of kids scrounging up enough money to get those presents for each other is a big deal.” He said with a fond smile. Taking the last bite of his muffin, he stood and grabbed something off of the counter. “Speaking of presents,” he said as he handed it to me.

“Dad, you didn’t have to.” I told him as I grabbed it. 

“I know I didn’t, but it’s not every day your baby girl turns sixteen. It’s not much, but I thought you would enjoy it.” He replied a little awkwardly.

I grinned and wrapped my arms around him, Backstreet Boys CD clutched in my hand. I had found them on accident really. It was all Alyssa’s fault. I generally enjoyed the same music as Dean, but she had showed me one of their songs and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Dad had heard me humming it one day which led to an embarrassing confession.

“Don’t tell Dean.” I pleaded, knowing the endless teasing and likely judgment I would be on the receiving end of if he found out. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare.” Dad laughed, pulling away from the hug.

“I should probably go find him though,” I said, glancing at the clock. “I’m supposed to meet Alyssa soon and he said he’d drive me.”

“Have fun!” I heard him shout as I left our motel room. I saw the Impala parked by the room next door, so I knew he was here at least. Since Dean has legally been able to drive, John gave it to Dean and the two of them take either my dad’s truck or the one John had purchased after gifting Dean the Impala. As I raised my hand to knock, the door flew open.

“Oh!” John said, startled. “I was just going to tell your dad we need to get going. I’m glad you’re up.” Then he was in the motel room I’d just abandoned, not waiting for my response.

“Hi to you to.” I mumbled under my breath. I walked through the door John had left open to see Dean sprawled out on the couch. He turned to me when I closed the door and grinned.

“Hey, there’s the birthday girl!” He exclaimed, prompting Sam to run out of the bathroom, dressed and looking fresh from the shower, toothbrush in his mouth.

“Jenna! You’re here! I wanted to go to your room a while ago, but Dean told me to let you sleep. Were you sleeping?” Before I could answer him, he rushed on. “He told me you’re going to spend the day with your friend, but we’re still going to have our movie night, right? We have to have our movie night. It’s our tradition!”

“Breathe, Sam.” I chuckled. “Of course we’re having movie night. It wouldn’t be a birthday without it. Now how about you go finish brushing your teeth before you start drooling on the floor.” Content with my answer, he hurried back to the bathroom, hand cupped under his chin where toothpaste bubbles were trying to drip down.

“So,” Dean drawled, getting up off the couch. “The big 16. How’s it feel?” He walked over to stand next to me and, not for the first time, I was struck with how effortlessly gorgeous he was. His hair was tousled and still slightly damp from the shower he must have taken this morning. He wore his usual jeans, t-shirt, flannel, and boots, the amulet Sam had given him hanging around his neck, but somehow, he was the most attractive guy I had ever seen. I knew it wasn’t a biased opinion, every girl in every school always drooled after him.

“I assume it feels the same as you felt a year ago.” I replied once my brain started functioning again. “You still good to take me to meet Alyssa?” I asked.

“Sweetheart, have I ever bailed on you?” He asked, mock offended.

“Well…” I trailed off, remembering the handful of times Sam and I had been left to fend for ourselves while he was off with a girl. When I saw him looking at me expectantly, I sighed. “Not when it really counted, no.” I relented.

“Did you ask her yet?” Sam questioned, reappearing from the bathroom and heading for Dean. Dean sighed and looked at me. “Is it ok with you if Sam comes with to drop you off? I don’t know why he’s even asking. I know you don’t care, but he wouldn’t leave me alone about it this morning.”

“That’s not true!” Sam denied. “He told me I could come if you said yes, and I know you usually don’t care, but since you’re 16 today I thought you might want to talk.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Talk about what?” I asked, brow wrinkled in confusion. There’s not much Dean and I didn’t talk about in front of the kid. I don’t know why he thought there was suddenly a need for privacy or what being 16 had to do with it. “About-” he started, but then cut himself off, looking anxious. “I don’t know.” He continued, head down and shuffling his feet. “Just… being 16?”

I looked to Dean, hoping for some kind of explanation, but he just shrugged his shoulders, although he seemed a little annoyed, like he knew more than he was letting on. I wasn’t in the mood to press the issue though.

“Ok…. Well I don’t have any super-secret conversations that need to be had with your brother, so if you want to come along, that’s fine.” I assured Sam. 

“Good! When are we leaving?” He asked excitedly.

“If Dean’s ready, then right now would be good.” I replied, looking to Dean. He answered by shrugging on his leather jacket, plucking the keys off the table and holding the door open for me.

With everyone piled in the car, Dean started toward the mall where I was supposed to meet Alyssa. It was a typical car ride, Sam chattering away in the back, and Dean humming along to Led Zeppelin. I told Dean where to park. Alyssa wasn’t there yet, but I was content to sit and wait with the boys.

“I thought we might have to wait until tonight to give this to you, but I’m glad we don’t have to.” Sam said excitedly, pulling a box out of his jacket pocket. “It was my idea to get this kind of present for you, but Dean helped me pick it out.” He looked to his brother with a proud smile before handing the box to me.

I was a little nervous to open it. Sam was so excited, I didn’t want to disappoint him if I didn’t like it. Although he’d never say anything, I could tell Dean was a little nervous too by the way he tensed his shoulders and bit his lip. I carefully opened the box and gasped.

Inside was a bracelet made from ribbons of silk. It was twisted around so that it looked like four different strands. The top and bottom of each ribbon was an olive green while the middle was mulberry. One of the ribbons wrapped through a gold button that was used to adjust the size. I couldn’t believe something so beautiful was for me.

“I love it!” I told them as I took it out of the box to place on my left wrist. I noticed Dean’s quiet, relieved exhale and turned to hug him. “Thank you.” I whispered. He wrapped his arms around me before mumbling a quiet “You’re welcome,” into my hair.

“And thank you too!” I said, pulling away from Dean to face a fidgety, giddy looking Sam in the back. He flung his upper body over the seat to get a hug of his own. “You’re gonna have a pretty hard time topping this one.” I informed him as I sat back. Sam just grinned.

“My friend at the last school had a bracelet that she wore all the time and I asked her if that was a good idea for a 16th birthday present for you,” he explained. “She said if you like jewelry it was a good idea, and I know you like Dean's amulet, so I told him about my idea and he said we’d keep an eye out for anything you might like. There was a lot of stuff I thought you would like, but Dean kept saying they weren’t right.” I glanced at Dean and saw a slight blush gracing his freckled cheeks.

“He liked that one as soon as he saw it. I didn’t know why you’d like it any better than any of the ones I pointed out, but I know you guys know each other really well so I just told him to make sure you knew getting a bracelet was my idea.” He finished, slightly out of breath.

Before I could say anything to assure Sam I appreciated his efforts and relieve Dean of his embarrassment, there was a knock on my window. Startled, I jumped a little before facing the window where Alyssa stood waiting. Turning to look at the boys, I thanked them again for the amazing present and then opened the door to get out of the car and say hi to her. As I was closing the door, I heard Dean say my name.

“Just a second.” I said to Alyssa before opening the door again and sticking my head in. “What’s up?” I asked.

“I was just wondering when and where I should be picking you up.” He replied. “Oh, right. I didn’t even think about that.” I said, turning to Alyssa to figure out the details. “Cleary.” He teased. I looked back at him, sarcastic comment at the ready, but I saw the twinkle in his eye and knew he was just joking. I shushed him and closed the door, turning to once again face Alyssa.

“I can drive you back, it’s no problem.” She assured me. 

“Are you sure? Dean doesn’t have anything else he needs to be doing, and I know he likes to do it anyway. He’s a bit protective like that. The first time he dropped Sam off at a friend’s I thought he was going to sit outside the house the whole time.” I told her, smiling at the memory.

“It’s really no problem. I don’t have any definite plans for the day so I wouldn’t know what to tell him anyway.” She said. 

“Ok…” I trailed off, giving her one last chance to change her mind. She gave me a look, clearly stating that she wouldn’t so I passed the information on to Dean.

“You don’t even have a guess about when you’ll be done?” He asked. I knew he liked to have a timeline so if someone wasn’t back when they were expected he would know something was wrong. If he didn’t have any schedule to follow, he’d spend the whole time worrying, unsure if something had happened or we just weren’t done yet. 

“Well I have to be back in time for movie night,” I reminded him with a wink in Sam’s direction, “so I won’t be gone any later than… say 8:30? That should give us time to watch a couple of movies before Sam passes out.”

“Yeah, ok.” Dean relented, slightly less on edge now that he had a set time. “Have fun.” He smiled. I closed the door and watched them drive off.

“Are you ready to do some shopping?” Alyssa asked with a grin.

~~~~~

“You have to have a swimsuit!” Alyssa insisted as we walked by racks of them at Kohl’s. “Not if you never go swimming, you don’t.” I countered.

“But what if you do go swimming? What are you going to wear then?” She argued. “I don’t know. I’m sure if the opportunity came up, I’d just go buy one.” I told her. “Then why not buy one now?” She asked.

“Because,” I sighed. “We move around a lot. We’re not exactly hitting up five-star hotels with pools or renting homes that have one. I think the last time I went swimming was when I was 12 and the house we were renting had a pond.”

“Ok, well I have a pool, it’s the middle of summer in Louisiana, and I might invite you over to swim sometime. Besides, I’m buying so you can’t really argue that much.” She said, flipping her strawberry blonde hair as she turned and pulled me towards the swimwear.

“That’s a nice bracelet,” she commented, looking at my wrist where I was half-heartedly searching through a rack of one-piece swimsuits. “Yeah,” I smiled. “Sam and Dean gave it to me for my birthday.”

“It’s pretty. I didn’t think boys were any good at finding decent jewelry.” She remarked as she moved on to the next rack. She didn’t like the one-pieces anyway and had only been humoring me, ironic since I was only humoring her about the swimsuits in general. 

“I swear Dean has some sort of sixth sense for what people will like. Well,” I corrected, “not people. But me and Sam.”

“This one! You have to try this one!” Alyssa said excitedly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked to where she was holding a white and blue two-piece. “I know you didn’t want a two-piece, but this isn’t a bikini. It doesn’t show much more than a one-piece would.” Seeing my hesitation, she continued. “Just try it on. If you hate it, we’ll put it back.”

“Yes!” She cheered, seeing my resignation. She handed the suit to me and led the way to the changing rooms.

It was definitely a nice-looking suit, I’d give her that much. The top piece was thick enough all the way through that there was no danger of anything showing. It had a clasp in the back and three strings to tie around my neck, two white and one robin’s egg blue. The bottom piece started like a normal bikini bottom, but thicker. Above the hips it cut in to cover only the front of my torso, leaving my back and sides exposed, and went up to the bottom of my ribs. There were three strings encircling my back, keeping the material up. It was decorated with flowers in shades of blue, and as much as I liked it – although I’d never admit it to Alyssa – I didn’t think I would be comfortable wearing it in public.

“Are you ready yet?” I heard her ask through the door. 

“Kind of. I have it on, but I don’t know if I want to come out.” I admitted. 

“Come on, you can’t look that bad.” She encouraged.

“It’s not that.” I told her. “I’m just not comfortable showing this much skin. I live in jeans, you know. The only reason I’m wearing shorts is because I might actually die from this heat.”

“Just come out. No one’s going to see you. I promise there’s no one else around.” She encouraged.

I sighed before opening the door and peering my head around. I was met with an unimpressed look. “Alright, I’m coming.” I relented. I stepped out of the changing stall and was greeted with a wolf whistle from Alyssa. “Cut it out!” I blushed.

“Why? You look great!” she exclaimed. “As much as I like that bracelet, it really doesn’t match the-” she cut off. 

“What?” I asked nervously? 

“Umm… did you find your tattoo yet?”

I was a little shocked. It was an awfully personal question to be asking someone you’d only known for a couple of weeks. “No. Why?” I asked a little defensively. She nodded toward my left side where my hand was hanging by my hip. I impulsively lifted it to my face, scanning for the name. 

“Not your hand,” she said.

I slowly looked down to my left side just above my hip where, just as she said, I could see the top of thick black letters peeking over the swimsuit.

~~~~~

“Alright, right’s wrong?” Dean asked, pausing the movie. We were halfway through our second movie of the night, Mission Impossible, and while I was enjoying it, I couldn’t seem to sit still. I was sat between the two boys, Dean’s arm resting on the back of the couch behind my head, our usual seating situation on movie nights. Sam was slouched over, starting to drift off. He could never seem to stay awake for more than one movie.

“What? Nothing’s wrong. Why do you think something’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Well, you haven’t sat still for more than five minutes at a time and I can see the wheels spinning in your head. You know you can talk to me about anything right?” He sounded genuinely concerned. 

“I know.” I sighed.

“Nothing happened, right? You’ve seemed a little off since you got back.” He pushed, not for the information he knew I wasn’t ready to give, but for assurance that I was alright. 

“I’m fine,” I told him honestly. “It’s just… I found my tattoo while we were trying on clothes. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, figure out how I feel.” I confessed.

“Oh.” Was his only response. I could tell he wanted to press for more information, but he stayed quiet.

~~~~~

“I can’t look at it. I don’t want to know what it says. What do I do?” I asked. My breath was coming faster and I was starting to panic.

“Hey. Hey! Jenna! Look at me. Deep breath.” Alyssa calmly instructed, demonstrating and breathing with me until my breathing was back to normal. “You’re going to have to see it sometime. It’s unavoidable. Right now, it doesn’t change anything. It just gives you a name. You can do whatever you want with that name once you have it. It doesn’t decide anything for you.”

I knew she was right and steeled myself to look at it, Alyssa waiting patiently. Carefully, I pushed the swimsuit strap down just enough to reveal the name underneath.

DEAN

 Ages 14 and 16 January 24, 1995

Dean’s POV

I stared at the ceiling, willing myself to find the energy to get out of bed. I heard Sam moving around, getting ready for school, but I couldn’t bring myself to do the same. I knew that by the end of the day I would have letters inked into my skin. Letters that spelled out my soulmate’s name. I had no illusions about my family’s lifestyle and what it would mean for my soulmate. It would be a bittersweet moment, finally learning her name, but knowing I could never allow myself to be with her, to put her in that kind of danger.

With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I rubbed my eyes before standing up and starting to get ready for the day. I had decided I wasn’t going to look for the tattoo. I would put it off for as long as I could and see it whenever I happened to stumble upon the patch of skin it showed up on.

~~~~~

It had been a pretty good morning. My anxiety had faded to the background when a smiling Jenna came into our room with bacon, eggs and toast for breakfast. It wasn’t elaborate by any means, but it was more than we usually had and the fact that she took the time to make it for us, for me, made it that much more special.

The two of them had given me the gift they picked out right away this morning when an excited Sam decided he couldn’t wait until after school. He halfway disappeared under the bed for a few seconds, wiggling his way back out with a box clutched in his hands. He proudly handed it to me and then watched in eager anticipation as I opened two new movies, Jumanji and Batman Forever.

“Now we have something to watch for movie night too!” He exclaimed. I thanked them both and then we headed to school, Jenna’s dad dropping us off.

Now I was sitting in the locker room, changing back into my regular clothes after gym class. I had opted out of a shower, not wanting to find my tattoo in this miserable place, surrounded by strangers I would have to guard my reaction around. I had my foot up on the bench I was sitting on, switching out my sweaty socks for a dry pair, lost in my thoughts when I heard someone to my left snicker and say, “Isn’t Jenna your sister?”

My head whipped around to look at Matt, the guy who had spoken. He was a sophomore like me, and while he wasn’t wildly popular, he sure thought he was something special. “What?” I snapped, confused about why he was asking about her. My protective instincts flared up. We had only been at this school for a week, but I was well aware how attractive Jenna was, and if this kid thought he was going to try something he had another thing coming. “Why?” I asked, failing to keep the suspicion out of my voice.

“Didn’t the two of you show up around the same time? And I’m pretty sure I’ve seen the two of you coming to school in the same car,” he mused. “So you must be her brother. That’s gotta be pretty awkward. Unless you know another Jenna?” 

“I don’t have to explain anything to you,” I snapped.

“Dude, don’t they have different last names?” Chimed in a freshman whose name I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure if I should be grateful for or irritated by his input. “So unless they have different dads or something… I don’t think they’re related.” Irritated, I decided. He hadn’t said anything offensive, and his analysis wasn’t wrong, but I found I didn’t like the way he was obviously looking for Matt’s approval.

“Really? How do you know that?” Matt asked. Without waiting for a reply, he continued.

“Well that’s a relief. It would be pretty weird if your sister was your soulmate.” He laughed. “Too bad though,” he continued, having gained the attention of most of the locker room. “She’s not half bad looking. I might ask her out anyway, see what she really thinks about her pathetic, loser soulmate.”

I clenched my jaw. Having lived in tight quarters for years, Jenna and Sam had learned to back off at this, that it meant I was seriously pissed off. Matt had the misfortune of not knowing me so well. “Leave her alone.” I warned. I had managed to keep my temper so far, but if he actually made a move on her, all bets were off. 

“Don’t worry,” Matt drawled on. “I’ll test her out for you. Let you know if she’s actually worth your ti-”

Before he even realized I was moving I had crossed the couple of steps to him, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and shoved him back into the lockers. “I don’t know what you’re even talking about,” I seethed, “but you better stay away from her or I’ll make sure that my pathetic loser face is the last thing you see before I put you in the hospital.”

I turned away from him and, after taking a step, ducked, effectively dodging the punch I had seen him getting ready to throw. I spun back around and landed a solid punch to his face before grabbing my shoes and walking out the door. It wasn’t until I was sitting in the bleachers lacing up my boots that I saw it. Inked into the skin of my left ankle was her name.

JENNA

Chapter 2

[michaelwavemichaelwave]

i am intrigued by arise… what could that be?

Hehehe

I'm so glad you ASKED!!

Arise is the title of the WIP that I occasionally allude to in various tags, and I've been working on it since May. (The title has changed over time, but I think I'm finally satisfied with Arise!)

Basically it's a Midam fix-it fic! (It alligns mostly with canon events, but it's very different from canon.)

It starts pre 15x08 when they're getting out of Hell and progresses into post canon! (I'm doing a terrible job of selling it, I know, I'm so bad at summarizing it without giving anything away! 😂) But they visit Kate, Adam goes to college and becomes a doctor and other fun stuff!

I've been mostly working on editing/ revising/ adding to later chapters. There's still parts that I've yet to write/ expand.

Word Count is currently 60,000. (I plan on posting it once it's complete, which is TBD 😂!)

Here's the opening prologue of the first chapter! Let me know what you think/ if I should change anything!! (Is it engaging? Too wordy?) I don't think I've read the first chapter since the Summer, but I believe it's done (DEFINITLY still need to tweak a few things. I feel like the second paragraph is a bit repetitive and I should cut it down for clarity as well as other parts.) (Ok, now I'm rereading it and can't tell if it's dull af or if I'm just being over critical of my writing. Definitely both. But I'll be cutting some of this from the final version).

"Adam!"

Adam lurches up from where he had been nestled against Michael at the urgency of his voice. Peeking his head up from where he had settled to sleep for the night.

They had long since discussed the subject that Adam doesn't need to sleep. But Adam was adamant that, "What else is there to do in Hell for a thousand years?" 

To which Michael would respond with "work," like the work-a-holic he is. Or "A thousand years really isn't that long of a period of time." But with the increasing amount of time they spent in Hell his tone would imply differently. Having worn into a cold resignation over the years.

Adam would roll his eyes at him, and try to correct his concept of time to that of humanity's. But even he grew distant from "humanity." He seemed to exist in a strange place of being too old to be human but too young to be an angel.

"Adam." The repeated stern caution of Michael's voice jars him back to full attention.

"What is it?" Adam asks warily as he anxiously strokes Michael's feathers as he sits up. Both to sooth Michael as well as to fidget with something.

"The Cage. It's open." Again.

"Oh," is all he can get out.

The memory of the first time is still deeply burned into their minds and Michael's wings. The searing agony of the bars against his body that remained even after Michael had instinctively fallen to the ground of The Cage away from the bars. How the pain had penetrated into his soul even through Michael's grace. Michael writhing on the floor trying to soothe all of his feathers at once. How Adam could only watch after Michael had taken the brunt of the anti-angel warding and material of the bars. They were made of the same material as angel blades, and making contact with them caused grave injuries that lingered and were slow and stubborn to heal. Michael's feathers had long since regrown after that first incident that had occured in year 203 of their confinement. However there were still a few scars that had yet to heal where the feathers hadn't grown back.

[Removed 2 paragraphs here to edit later, but I don't think they're necessary]

After the first time trying to exit The Cage they'd agreed to be more patient. Michael apologized non-stop for failing Adam, and Adam had to assure Michael he wasn't to blame, he honestly would've done the same. But something about that hadn't set right with Michael. He prided himself on his patience, and yet he had been moved to rashness in that moment. It weighed on him- being human, failure. Everything about The Cage had stripped him of his status, his family, his power, his freedom. How could he make an error in perceiving The Cage as open when it wasn't? Michael had never made mistakes before, and failure was immensely devastating. What was he if he made mistakes?

And Adam had taught him how to recover from mistakes- he was an expert on the subject. Though Michael still struggled, Adam made it bearable.

After that Michael had closed himself off from Adam before eventually allowing himself to be more open in front of Adam. They shared a desperation to be free of The Cage, but together they kept each other in check.

And when the door had seemed to open for the second time- Again they had fallen for it.

They couldn't keep ramming into The Cage walls with reckless abandon whenever the opportunity presented itself.

It worried Adam how The Cage could trick all of Michael's eyes. And Michael would fall for it because his eyes and senses had never wronged him before.

Michael would consult Adam when he thought The Cage was open. He’d consult Adam, and those would be the rare glimpses that Adam got of The Cage that Michael always carefully shielded from his view. He’d report back that The Cage appeared to still be sealed. Then they'd wait, and watch until the door closed again. And pray that that wasn't it.

But this was different.

Adam paused for a beat over the electric race of Michael's thoughts and emotions.

“It’s open.”

[mell-eight]

2/26/23 I have some amazing news! Hunter, the second book in my Witch's Coven trilogy, has completed the editing process and has an official release date!  Look for it on May 9th! I haven't seen the cover yet, but that and reviewing the ARC are all that need to be completed before this story is ready for publishing.  Coven (book one) had such an amazing reception.  I can't wait for everyone to be able to read Hunter!  Also, we're aiming for August/September to release Witch, the final book in the series.  (Keeping in mind all release dates/time frames are subject to change without warning, Lol)  I think that's a doable target, but keep any eye on my blog as I'll update you as I learn more. I also have a release date for my mermaid short story, Water's Price!  NSP plans to release it June 27th. Water's Price is one step behind Hunter in the editing process--still waiting for the final proof--so June is a perfect date. More great news: Twin Elements, my fun story about a pair of twins forced to switch places when one is poisoned, was accepted for publishing with NSP!  The contract is signed and the book now in the editor's queue.  I am hopeful it will be available for purchase this time next year.  I will keep you posted as I learn more, but feel free to check out the tentative summary on my Coming Soon page. As promised, I pulled You Can't Sell A Dragon's Heart out of storage and gave it a final edit before submitting it to NSP for consideration.  Letting the story simmer and percolate for a couple of months helped a lot, so the manuscript looked really good (in my opinion).  I do think NSP will also enjoy my quirky sci-fi/fantasy crossover story.  However, this book is currently at the very bottom of their submission pile, and will likely take a while to be reviewed.  I will try to be patient while I wait.  Lol I promised some writing news.  The Chef, my quirky story about a chef being waylaid on his journey to a new job and the ensuing adventure, has crossed the 10k words mark!  I originally thought part one of the story would tap out at 30k, but it's leaning closer to 25k at the moment.  That said, the next chapter begins the build up to the fight scene.  The line that convinced me to start working on this book was when the character in my head said "don't drip blood in my oatmeal", however, this coming fight scene is the bit that has kept me writing eagerly.  It's the first place I get to fully explore the magic in this book, and I can't wait to write it.  I'm very hopeful the fight scene will help me meet my original word count hopes for part one, but either way this book is turning out to be awesome. It's been a busy few weeks, so I haven't been able to work on anything else.  My insurance company came through, but I have to follow up with the remediation company to get on their schedule.  The drama from the burst pipe will soon only be only an unpleasant memory.  I have also been extremely busy at work, so I'm collapsing on my couch in the evenings with very little brain left to make dinner, let alone write.  I do expect work to calm down again, so presumably I'll be able to return to my waiting stories very soon. 

[nonsensicalsoliloquy]

Hungry for The Kill

[kylux] [explicit] [47,360] [5 chp.] [modern] [meet-ugly] [shapeshifters] [abduction] [ritual sacrifices] [unknown identity] [hurt/comfort] [happy ending] [ @huxloween ]

As was clearly his lot, Kylo’s day went from over the moon to piece of utter horseshit in a matter of progressively depressing hours. His ginger hadn’t shown up to the library - an anomaly in itself - on the very day Kylo had finally worked up the nerve to talk to him; his subsequent wild run in the woods had yielded little relief for his dismal mood, and on top of that he’d somehow gotten tricked into a trap of a trap through sheer disbelief of a hunter’s stupidity. 

And now. Now he was locked in a cage in some shady room, stuck in his wolf form, wounded and cramped and not at all pleased. But worse still, it appeared as though Kylo was not the only restless animal trapped there, anxious of an uncertain fate no doubt waiting for them all.

[joostsblog]

Love/Hate me more [tom holland smut] part two

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Description: You and your co-star Tom Holland can't seem to get along. After the big premiere of your movie, things change.

Word Count: 7.9k (3k words of pure smut)

Tagging inspo pics

Tags: actress!reader, coworkers, enemies to lovers, fake dating

Warnings: SMUT (18+), swearing, angst, pwp, PIV, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), riding, oral (m&f receiving), dom!reader, slight choking,

A/N: This is the second (and final) part to Love/Hate me more. Part one can be found here. Thank you for all the support on this small series! I hope you also support this part by r+r (reading + reblogging)!

You had exactly two days before you had to face Tom again. Those days gave you plenty of time to mull over everything that had happened the night of the premiere. Even though you knew you shouldn't think of it you couldn't stop your mind from wandering. You kept replaying all the kisses, all the touches, the moans, the passion. But most importantly you kept replaying all the words Tom said to you. How he went from being upset about what you said to him, him then praising you and saying sweet things as you had sex, to him eventually saying all those horrible things the next morning. Something didn't feel right.

Were all the tender words and passionate touches really just a lie? Either Tom was leading you on to hurt you or he was lying when he said that he felt absolutely nothing for you (and either option would mean that he was an asshole).

What you hated the most was that you were still longing for his touch. You didn't know whether you would be able to resist him another time and you weren't sure whether you wanted to. Were you really gonna subject yourself to him just for him to play with your feelings?

But between all the negatives that night had brought there was one positive (kind of):

As your assistant Maya informed you apparently, the internet took a liking to the paparazzi shots of you getting out of Tom's car. The pictures showed you, only wearing sweat pants, a loose shirt and socks (all courtesy of Tom) and with messy hair quickly running to the hotel entrance. For some reason, people were obsessed with those pictures ("In a good way!" as Maya had to convince you). They made memes, fancams and edits using those pictures ("They think you're relatable!"). Weird that such an awful morning could turn into something so good for the rest of the world. And yet it felt like for the very first time since shooting the movie, people were interested in you. Not in your relationship to your co-star or alleged lover.

So you were certain you could face Tom. You were just gonna ignore him and be professional. After all, you just had to film some promotional material for the international release of the movie. When you arrived at the small studio and opened the door to your dressing room you realised how fresh the wound still was. On the couch was Tom who looked up at you as you walked in.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you said as you closed the door behind you.

“Hey,” Tom pouted. “Am I not allowed to visit my favourite co-star?”

“You lost visiting privileges a few days ago,” you retorted dryly.

"You look good," Tom said.

"What do you want?" you asked annoyed.

"I just wanted to check up on you," he said earnestly and you raised your eyebrows in confusion.

"...because?" you asked.

"I don't know, y/n, maybe because we had sex two days ago?" Tom said growing annoyed with you.

"Huh," you said. "Because you fucked me raw and are worried I might be pregnant?"

"What?" Tom asked confused. "No, that's not wh-," he interrupted himself. "I thought you were on the pill?"

"IUD," you clarified. "but that was just your assumption, you didn't know,"

"Oh, come on, y/n," Tom said annoyed. "Don't pin all of this on me. I know you would've interjected if you didn't have an IUD,"

"Why? Because it's the woman's responsibility?" you asked.

"No," Tom stated calmy even though you could tell that he was annoyed with you. "But I know you would have, I trust you y/n," He trusted you?

"Okay, what is it that you wanted to check up on me for?" you said.

"I dunno, just in general, to make sure you're okay," your heart fluttered thinking that apparently, Tom cared about you. "I mean, since we still work together I just wanted to make sure we're okay."

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked astonished. "You fuck me, then tell me that you don't care about me one bit and then you leave me on the pavement only wearing socks. But the thing you care about is that we can still work together?"

"Well, apparently the not-wearing-shoes part worked out pretty good for you," Tom said.

"Oh, fuck off," you said angrily. "Please leave," you opened the door.

Tom sighed as he got up and went to the door. Before he could say anything else you shut the door behind him.

You couldn't help but ponder over your conversation with Tom once the hair and makeup artists arrived to do their magic. It seemed like no matter how many shitty things the boy said to you, your heart still fluttered when you thought of your night together.

Lucky for you, both of you were great actors and made it seem like nothing had happened once you were on camera together. In no time you fell back into your usual routine of ignoring Tom as best as you could and keeping your distance while delivering your scenes when you had to do promo together.

However, you couldn't help but notice that Tom didn't keep his distance from you. Whenever you were on set for a photoshoot or an interview he would try to joke around as if nothing happened. Of course, the only way you could reason his behaviour was because he wanted to get into your pants again. After all, he enjoyed himself that night and you didn't forget his comment about fucking again ("You know how to reach me when you're done being upset and are craving another fuck"). Resisting the urge to just give into him was very difficult when you had to be around the man most days. When you were constantly reminded of the way his touch felt on your skin or his moans in your ears.

Things got worse when you two had to fly over to New York for a few late-night show appearances. Luckily, after that, the press tour would be finally over and you could fly back to your London home. However, your managers put you and Tom on the same flight to New York so they could arrange some paparazzi pictures of you at the airport.

When the taxi arrived at your hotel, you were met with Tom's appearance sitting in the backseat.

"Obsessed with me much?" Tom asked smirking as you got into the car. You looked down at the shirt that you were wearing which was Tom's.

"You wish," you said. You didn't know how you were supposed to last five hours next to Tom if he kept annoying you (and looking as good as he did).

"So this is it, huh?" Tom said. "One last trip and this is over."

"Yup," you said while scrolling through your phone.

"Come on, you don't have to be so cold to me, I know that you're upset with me, you made your point," he said and you put your phone down as you rolled your eyes.

"We're literally in a car for two minutes and you're already criticising me?"

"I'm sorry, I just want you to talk to me," Tom said defensively.

"I'm sorry- what?" you asked astonished. "After everything you did you just want me to talk to you like nothing happened?"

"After everything I did?" Tom asked getting more defensive. "Do you mean not giving you shoes?-"

"Oh, come on, that's not that important," you interrupted.

"Or the contraception thing?" he asked. "Why are we still talking about this?"

"Because you don't get it, do you?" you said and you noticed Tom's eyes dart over to the front of the taxi to check whether the driver was listening. "It's not about any of those things. It's about your confusing messaging, like- what's up with you?" you asked. "First, you're butthurt because of my wouldn't mean a thing comment, then you go ahead and tell me that you feel absolutely nothing for me and now you're expecting us to be friends or something? Are you trying to get back at me for something? Do you enjoy playing with my feelings? Are you-"

"Don't you dare tryna psychoanalyse me, y/n!" Tom said, eyebrows furrowed and you stopped. "Look who's talking! First, you say all this shit about me and then you confess your love for me,"

"Oh, I'm sorry I changed my mind!" you said and threw your hands into the air in frustration. "Also, me saying that I like you is not me confessing my love for you,"

"Yeah, because you're too cowardly to do it," Tom challenged.

"You're the one to talk..." you mumbled. You still found it hard to believe that Tom was being truthful.

"Oh, so you're upset because I don't reciprocate your feelings? Is that it?"

"It's the way you go about it. You don't have to be such an asshole about it," you said and folded your arms in front of your chest. "You're doing it right now."

"Okay, I'll make sure to handle you with the utmost care from now on," Tom sarcastically said. After you gave him a dirty look he added: "Okay, I see I'm doing it again."

"Bingo," you mumbled.

"Okay, I'm serious. I have a peace offering," Tom said and turned to face you. "I'll try to be more considerate and you stop ignoring me," he said and extended his hand for you to shake.

"Okay, I accept," you said and shook his hand (which shot electricity through your body). "But just know, that you're walking on very thin ice."

"I know," Tom smiled.

You went back to look out the window to watch the houses pass by.

"I want you to give it back to me," you said after a short while.

"I'm sorry- what?" Tom asked and you looked him in the eyes.

"I want my love back," you clarified. "I should have never given it to you," you said and you could swear you saw something spark deep in Tom's eyes.

"I'd actually rather keep it," Tom said. "I wouldn't mind getting more of it," he said and you were sure he was talking about something else now.

"I'm not sure I can do that anymore," you said honestly.

You held hands as you were walking to the check-in desk together so that the paparazzi and fans could snap pictures of the two of you. When you were waiting in line Tom was even wrapping his arm around your shoulder to shield you from the cameras.

After you passed security you felt as if a switch had flipped within Tom. He hadn't made any more snarky comments and he even ran to Starbucks to get you a coffee (he got tea for himself). As you were waiting for boarding at the gate he talked to you about the latest movies you had seen.

Was he really making a genuine effort to change? To be nice to you? Either way, you didn't know whether you loved or hated it. You knew you should prefer Tom being nice to you but it really didn't help to get over your crush on Tom which you had to admit was helpless at this point.

You were flying business class which meant that you were seated in a pair of spacious seats secluded from the rest. After Tom stowed your hand luggage in the department above your head you both got comfortable in your seats. Secretly you were glad that things seemed to be a little different now. You wouldn't have lasted five hours beside Tom if he kept annoying you as per usual.

"Are you gonna watch a movie or something?" Tom made conversation when the plane reached its altitude.

"Hm, I think I'm gonna try to take a nap," you said and you noticed Tom grimacing. "What's that?" you asked confused.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you grind your teeth when you sleep?" Tom asked smiling almost fondly his chin rested on his palm as he looked at you.

"What?" you laughed nervously.

"Yeah, you grind your teeth unless you're being cuddled," he said. That was news to you. "I had to hold you all night to stop you from ruining your teeth."

"You held me all-" you stopped yourself as you could feel blood rushing to your face.

"Yes," Tom said.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to make sure you don't have to do that again," you said even though you didn't know how you would stop yourself from doing that.

"I don't mind, I like to cuddle," Tom said and your heart fluttered. "But you should really see a doctor about that."

"Yeah, you're probably right," you said. "To be honest, I'm not sure what I should do now," you laughed nervously. It felt like this was the first time since your night together that you could be candid with him.

"Don't worry, just take that nap," Tom reassured you.

You scrunched up the pillow the cabin crew had handed out and you prayed to god that you wouldn't drool or grind your teeth as you slowly drifted away to sleep.

When you woke you felt Tom's hand holding yours, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. Keeping the pretence of sleeping you tried to squint through your eyes to get a look at Tom. He was watching something on the monitor in front of him. Fuckfuckfuck, you thought to yourself as you admired the man beside you. You really were gone for him.

"Are you watching me, you creep?" Tom joked when he noticed that you were awake. He pressed pause on his movie, his hand still wrapped around yours.

"So, I did the teeth-thing again?" you asked.

"What?" Tom asked before remembering. "Yeah, just making sure you wouldn't do it," he said and let go of your hand.

"Sure," you smiled.

"Now that you're awake I can finally go to the bathroom," Tom said. He was seated by the window which meant that he would have to go in front of you to go there.

"Yeah, sure," you said and tried to make space so that Tom could get out. Before he got up he looked at you with a grin.

"Wanna join the mile high club?" Tom winked at you.

"Tom!" you whispered and punched him in the shoulder lightly as blood rushed to your face again.

"Okay okay," he said and finally got up from his seat.

For the rest of the flight you occasionally talked to each other, you even watched a few episodes of The Office together. And you finally decided that you liked this version of Tom. Were you becoming friends? A weird friendship where one person was in love with the other and the other person wants to fuck the other. Well, you also wanted to fuck Tom, but you really shouldn't if there were feelings involved.

Tom really tested you when you were backstage in your dressing room at the Late Show with Stephen Colbert. You had taken a taxi together but arrived too soon as your stylists weren't there yet. You were slouching on the couch scrolling on your phone, Tom sitting beside you.

"y/n?" Tom asked suddenly.

"Yeah?" you said while still scrolling through your phone.

"Do you regret having sex with me?" he asked, taking you by surprise. You locked your phone and put it down to face him. You weren't sure what you were supposed to say. Memories of your night together flooded your mind and you couldn't help but start to feel aroused.

"No, I don't think so," you said suddenly becoming aware of how close you were sitting together. "Do you?"

"No, of course not," Tom said honestly. "It was the best sex I've had for a very long time, if not ever," he said and your heart started beating faster.

"Really?" you whispered.

"Really," Tom said.

Your eyes were locked and at this moment you wanted nothing more than to feel Tom's hands all over your body again. You noticed Tom's eyes dart down to your lips before looking into your eyes again. He cupped your cheek with his hand and you let him. You moved closer together until his lips crashed with yours. The kiss was gentle but passionate and almost shy as if he was asking you if this was okay. You answered by deepening the kiss as your lips started moving against each other. His hand was now holding you by the back of your head, your hand on his chest.

Tom's other hand was slowly travelling down your body to hold you by your waist. You were wearing a top and some trousers which left a sliver of your skin exposed by your belly. Tom's fingers touching your bare skin almost sent you in an ecstatic state. Tom was now kissing down your neck, your head falling back at the familiar sensation, eyes shut. Tom broke the kiss and you opened your eyes to look at him. Without breaking eye contact and saying anything, Tom shuffled until he got on his knees in between your legs. With his hands, he pushed up your top to expose more of your stomach. Closing his eyes he went in and started softly kissing along the skin on your belly. Your hands went to his head to play with his curls.

You were so gone for him.

When you felt Tom's hands slowly start to unbutton your trousers, you tried to remind yourself why you shouldn't be doing this.

"Tom," you said softly.

"Hm?" he murmured against your skin as he was still kissing along your skin.

"Tom...," you tried again. Everything in you wanted to keep going. "We shouldn't be doing this..."

"But I want you," he almost whined.

"Do you want me or do you want to fuck me?" you asked and Tom stopped kissing you to look up at you.

"What does it make a difference?" he retorted.

"Because there are feelings involved," you said.

"Which are one-sided," he stated, lips going back to graze along your skin.

"I find that hard to believe," you said.

Tom looked up at you again for a second. You expected him to refute your statement but he didn't say anything. He went back to kissing along your skin instead.

"Tom," you said again. "We really shouldn't..."

"Okay," he said and stopped before he got up from his knees. "I'm sorry," he said earnestly.

"I'm sorry too," you said as you looked up at him with big eyes.

"You don't have to," he said. "I'll go back to my dressing room. See you later."

An hour later you were standing backstage behind a curtain, Tom by your side.

"Sorry about earlier again," Tom whispered as you could hear Stephen Colbert's voice from the studio.

"No, it's fine, itsfineitsfineitsfine," you couldn't stop yourself from rambling.

"Sounds like it's fine," Tom grinned.

"It is," you stated.

"Please welcome Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n!" Colbert introduced you and the music started playing.

Tom grabbed your hand in his to walk out together (for the cameras only, you had to imagine).

That same evening you were laying in bed in your pyjamas, blasting music and singing along. Tomorrow you would fly back to London and the press tour would be over. You wouldn't have to see Tom's stupid little face every day anymore. The misery of being around your unrequited and sometimes very annoying crush would be over. However, suddenly that didn't sound so good to you anymore.

Your mind kept thinking back to the afternoon in the dressing room. How good - how right - Tom's hands and lips felt on you, no matter if the feelings were reciprocated or not. And how hours later you were still craving that touch and wondering whether you made the right call. If this was your last night with Tom, why did it matter if there were feelings involved? Once you wouldn't see him every day anymore, you surely could get over this stupid little crush quickly, right?

And you had urges, you tried to reason as you got up from the bed and looked in the mirror to check whether you looked presentable. When the press tour is over you could also stop the stupid fake dating thing, so you really wouldn't have to see Tom ever again, you thought as you dusted off your top and grabbed the key card for your hotel room. There's no harm, right?

A minute later you were standing outside Tom's hotel room (which was directly beside yours) and finally bringing yourself to knock. After some ruffling behind the door you heard Tom's voice:

"Who's this?" he asked. You still had time to backtrack, just go back to your room and pretend like this never happened.

"Uhm, it's me," you said after a few seconds.

"y/n?" Tom asked from the other side of the door before there was a click and he opened the door.

"Hi," you said awkwardly when his eyes landed on you. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing sweatpants, no shirt.

"Hi," he said confused. "Am I too loud? I can turn down my-"

"No, it's okay," you said.

"Is everything okay?" Tom asked looking concerned.

"No, I'm fine," You realised that Tom was probably waiting for an explanation when you didn't say anything else. "Can I come in?" you asked, throat dry.

"Sure," Tom said and stepped to the side to let you in.

"I'm sorry, did you go to sleep already?" you tried to converse. Tom tilted his head in confusion and pointed to the tv that was playing some sitcom. "Oh, right," you said and Tom sat down on the bed, still looking at you confused.

"Is this a booty call?" Tom joked. When you didn't say anything else and just awkwardly stood there across from him, realisation hit him. "Oh shit, it is, isn't it?"

You bit your lip and shrugged apologetically. "I just thought since it's-" you tried before Tom interrupted you.

"Oh, please. You know you don't have to explain yourself," he said and you stepped closer to him until you were stood in between his legs. Tom's hands found the sides of your hips and looked up at you. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. You nodded.

With a grin, he went to kiss the skin of your stomach just like he had done earlier today. You buried your hands into his hair and tried to step even closer to him. His arms wrapped around your body as he moaned against your skin.

When Tom looked up at you, you used your grip on his hair to make him stand up. As he did, your lips immediately found each other - moving so perfectly in sync. His hands were holding your head in place like in a scene straight out of a romantic movie. Tom really could make you feel so wanted, so loved. It absolutely astonished you that apparently, the man had zero feelings for you. But you banned those thoughts from your head quickly. Maybe just for tonight, you could believe the story that his hands and lips were telling.

Tom turned you until the back of your knees were hitting the bed and he pushed you onto it - only shortly breaking the kiss before getting on top of you. He was now hovering over you and your hands started to roam his bare chest, feeling his warm skin under your fingers. In no time Tom's mouth was hungrily kissing along your neck and his hands made their way under your top. You felt goosebumps forming on your skin as Tom's fingers grazed along your skin as he pushed up the fabric slowly. After he pulled the top over your head, Tom immediately went to mouth along your breasts until he finally sucked your nipple into his mouth. Your hands were buried in his curls as his tongue danced around your sensitive bud. When a soft moan escaped your mouth you felt Tom's lips form into a smile on your skin.

"How I missed that sweet sound," he whispered and went back to lick along your nipple as his hand caressed your other breast. Impatiently your hips buckled against Tom's stomach as you were waiting to feel so much more of him. "Needy, are we?" Tom smirked as he used a hand to steady your hips and keep you in place.

Frustrated you let your head fall back and forcibly pressed your eyes shut. With Tom's tongue and hands feeling so good on your body but only teasing, you couldn't help but flash other images through your mind. You imagined Tom slowly pressing into you before gradually thrusting into you harder until he would finally fill you up with his warm cum. Whimpers were now leaving your mouth uncontrollably as you wanted nothing more than to be filled up by Tom entirely.

"Don't be such a tease," you moaned when Tom was still sucking at your breasts with no sign of moving down your body any time soon. Tom looked up, his hand grabbing your chin to make you look at him.

"And you need to be impatient," he said.

There it was. That spark, that rivalry, that roughness, the dominance you felt when you first had sex with Tom. But you weren't gonna let him have it. You were gonna have it your way.

You caught Tom off-guard by capturing his lips in another kiss, your arms wrapping around his body before you hooked your ankles around his knees. With all your force you flipped the both of you until Tom was beneath you and you were straddling him.

"Fuck," Tom groaned, his hands finding your hips immediately.

"Maybe," you said sweetly as you grabbed Tom's wrists from your hips. "you need to be put in place," you said and pushed his hands until there were pinned on the mattress above Tom's head. You used your body's weight to keep his hands there even though you knew that Tom could probably free himself in an instant if he wanted to.

"Yes, please," Tom moaned, big eyes looking up at you. "That was so hot, y/n,"

He pressed his lips together but the corners of his mouth revealed the eager smile he tried to hide. You felt yourself mimicking Tom's action before you hid your face in Tom's neck by kissing along it. You kissed rougher than he did. Leaving bites on his skin in between soft kisses. As you were ever so slowly kissing down his body just like he had done to you earlier, you could feel Tom's body start to squirm underneath you.

"Needy, are we?" you asked cockily and Tom groaned in response.

From where you were straddling Tom's hips you swung one of your legs over his leg so that your upper thigh could press against his hard-on that was hidden in his sweats. In a reflex, Tom's hips thrust upwards to increase the pressure on his throbbing cock. With your left hand, you pinned both of Tom's wrists now, the right flying down to his hip to press down. You withdrew your thigh from his groin to show him what would happen if he moved against you.

"Don't move," you commanded and Tom whimpered as his chest was quickly rising and falling. "I want you to use your words," you said.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Tom stammered out swiftly. "I won't move," he gulped. You grinned as you ground your thigh back into his hard-on and went back to kiss the skin of his chest.

With all the love you had accumulated for this man, while you had no way to pour it out, your body was overflowing with emotions. The one thing you felt the most right now was the frustration that had built up since you spent the night with Tom. The frustration that your love was not being returned, that Tom could not return your love. Maybe this was your way of telling him how wrong he was for not reciprocating that love.

As your mouth was travelling lower on Tom's body, your hands found the strings of his sweats, quickly untying them before pulling them down along with his boxers to reveal his hard cock. When you looked up to Tom, he was already looking at you, anticipating your next move. Then your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and his head fell back on the mattress while his hips buckled again. Rapidly, your mouth released his cock to leave him lying there whimpering.

"I'm sorry," Tom moaned and looked at you. "I'll stay still," he promised.

With one hand you grabbed the base of his penis, while you placed your other on the side of his hip as a reminder. You opened your mouth before slowly licking along the underside of Tom's cock until you arrived at the tip. As your tongue licked around his tip you lapped up a salty drop of Tom's precum. You wrapped your lips around his tip again and swirled your tongue around it while you pumped the base of his cock painfully slow. Hallowing your cheeks you went down deeper on Tom's cock until you let go of the base so that you could take him as deep as possible until the tip tickled at the back of your throat.

"Fuck," you heard Tom mutter under his breath.

Underneath your fingers, you felt Tom's muscles tense up as he was trying to hold still. Slowly you began bobbing your head up and down Tom's length, your tongue swirling around the tip each time you pulled up. Tom lifted his head to look down at you while you worked his cock. You relished the sight of him as your eyes locked. Tom lifted his hand to touch the side of your face and you let him.

"You're so good," Tom praised as his fingers caressed your cheeks. As your lips were wrapped around the base of Tom's cock, the corners of your mouth turned into a grin. "Fuck," Tom muttered again and let his head fall back on the bedsheets. With a few more bobs of your head, suddenly Tom's hand came up to stop your movements. "Please, I don't want to cum yet," he said looking at you. "I want to cum inside you."

You moaned around Tom's dick at his words before letting go of his member with a plop sound. Slowly you moved up Tom's body until you were hovering above him. You felt that Tom was unsure whether it was okay for him to touch you at this point, his hands hovering over your waist, but not touching. With your legs on each side, you sat down straddling Tom's hips.

"You want to cum, huh?" you asked. "I'm not sure whether you deserve that," you trailed a finger down Tom's chest. His dick twitched against your clothed core where you sat.

"Sit on my face," Tom groaned.

"Now what makes you think you deserve that?" you asked, your hand gently cupping his cheek.

"Please, I'll make you feel so good," he pleaded.

You took Tom's hands and placed them on your waist to motion for him to take off the pyjama pants you were wearing. After Tom carefully pulled them down you stepped out of them and kicked them off. Tom's hands quickly found your hips again as you positioned yourself so that your vagina was hovering above Tom's face. Using the grip on your hips he pushed you down until your core was met with his lips. You steadied yourself by holding onto the headboard of the bed. Tom's lips eagerly licked along your wet folds, spreading them apart to grant himself access to your sensitive bud. You looked down at Tom, catching his eyes as he started to gently lick at your clit. You sneaked a hand down to bury in his curls. Tom closed his eyes and hummed against your pussy when you softly tucked at his hair which sent lovely vibrations through your abdomen.

Holding onto your hips he pressed you down even harder on his face, his mouth devouring your pussy as much as he could. His hand wandered from your hips to your ass to squeeze your soft skin. Tom started to move his head underneath you so that his tongue would provide more friction against your clit. When your faint whimpers grew to be almost pornographic moans of pleasure you felt Tom increase his licks eagerly.

Tightening the grip on Tom's hair you held his head in place when you started to move your hips down on his tongue. Grinding down your hips you angled yourself perfectly so you could inch closer to your high. His hands massaged the skin of your ass cheeks as Tom hummed pleased against your clit whenever you ground yourself against his tongue. As your moans grew louder and higher you could feel yourself clenching around nothing, anticipating to be finally filled up by Tom's cock. With a few more licks on your clit your hips stuttered as you came on Tom's face. Tom used the grip on your hips to continue guiding you on his tongue so you could ride out your orgasm until you had to steady yourself on your hands, breathing heavily.

You wanted to move to lay on the bed beside Tom but he guided you to lay down on his body instead, your chest pressed against his, your face nuzzling his neck. In any other situation, this would have felt romantic and even though you knew that it wasn't, your heart still leapt when Tom's arms wrapped around your body in an embrace.

"I missed making you cum like this," Tom grinned, his lips glistening with his salvia and your juices.

You huffed out a laugh as you were still trying to catch your breath. You placed your hands on Tom's shoulder and pushed yourself up to straddle his lap again. You were not ready to give up your dominance just yet. You narrowed your eyes playfully at Tom as you placed your hand on his cheek. You circled your thumb over Tom's wet lips.

"Is there something else that you missed?" you teased and Tom groaned.

"I missed your obscene moans," he said. "I missed the curves of your body and that small birthmark on your left inner thigh that no one else gets to see," he grinned. "I miss feeling you all around my dick," he continued. "I miss filling you up with my cum until it leaks out of your pussy."

You moaned and inched your hips lower until you could feel the tip of Tom's cock softly nudge at your entrance. Tom groaned and tightened his grip on your hips. It just took a small nudge of your hips until his tip was slipping into you, both of you so wet that there was no resistance. Your moans filled the room as you sat down on Tom's cock, taking him fully. You grabbed Tom's wrists from your hips and pinned them above his head again.

"The rules still apply," you reminded him. "One move and you can finish yourself off alone," you warned and Tom nodded eagerly.

Instead of starting to move yourself on his cock you leaned down to kiss along his skin again. Teasingly and painfully slow you mouthed down from his neck to his chest.

"Please," Tom whined and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. "fuck me already."

You complied and slowly started moving up and down his length, caring more about your own pleasure rather than giving Tom what he needed. You felt Tom's arm muscles tense up underneath your hold, probably wanting nothing more than to finally fuck deep inside of you. You watched Tom's face as he bit his lips, eyes pressed shut tightly. You let go of Tom's wrists as you sat up straight so that his cock would penetrate you even deeper. You watched as he clenched his fists into the bedsheets to keep himself from touching you. With your hands on his chest, you alternated your movements to grind down in circles on his cock. Steadily, you picked up pace and met Tom's hips in harder and faster thrusts milking the most beautiful moans out of his mouth.

You delicately placed a hand around Tom's neck to make him look at you. As your eyes met his, you slowed down your movements again, making him groan in frustration. When you stopped moving your hips, Tom's hips jolted to thrust up into you. As soon as he did, Tom's eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he stammered as you moved until Tom's cock slipped out of you, lying flush against his stomach. "Please, please, I want to cum inside of you," he begged, his hand cautiously touching your arm. "Please," he repeated, eyes big and face flushed. You pushed his arm down on the bed again, your other hand still wrapped around his neck.

"Only 'cause you asked so nicely," you said, your eyes narrowed at Tom who was a whimpering mess beneath you.

With ease, you let Tom's cock slip inside of you again. You quickly picked up space as you worked yourself on him. Tom's moans ringed in your ears as you came down as hard and as rough as you could.

"You can cum now," you said.

With his eyes shut, moans tumbling out of his mouth and his hips stuttering uncontrollably, Tom came deep inside of you, filling you up with his warm cum. Tom's breathing was heavy as you still ground down your hips against his until his hand came to stop you, overwhelmed from his orgasm. When you wanted to get off Tom, he stopped you. Instead, he pulled himself up to lean against the headboard, you still in his lap and his cock buried deep inside of you.

"I win," you smirked.

"What?" Tom asked confused.

"Our little challenge," you reminded him and Tom laughed as he rolled his eyes.

"It's a draw," he said.

As you looked at each other Tom placed a hand on the side of your face to pull you closer to him until your lips met his. The kiss was gentle and slow and you could taste yourself on his lips. Tom wrapped his other arm around your back to caress your skin, sending shivers down your spine and your heart tumbling. When you broke the kiss Tom looked at you with a gaze that you would have described as loving if you didn't know that he wasn't actually in love with you.

"How dare you kiss me like this when you know damn well that I'm in love with you?" you blurted out.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "I'm sorry," he repeated quieter this time as if he was just reminded of your feelings. "I- I don't know what to do."

"Make it up to me," you said and placed your hand under Tom's chin. "Fuck me."

Tom groaned and with his arms wrapped around you, he flipped you around so that you were laying on your back. As he was hovering above you, he looked deep into your eyes and slipped his cock back into your pussy. In no time he was pounding into you, making your breasts bounce with every thrust he was making. Your eyes were locked with his as you watched Tom lose himself in you. Maybe seeing how much Tom was into you was the thing that turned you on the most in this moment.

"Harder," you moaned and Tom narrowed his eyes as the thrust into you even rougher.

As you felt yourself inching closer to your orgasm, you started to meet his thrusts by lifting your hips off the bed. When Tom wrapped his hand around your neck you let your head fall back, eyes still locked with Tom's, as you came undone around him. Waves of pleasure rolled over your body, making you shake as Tom was still thrusting hard into you until he also came for a second time. Tom collapsed on the bed beside you and you could feel the cum leak out of your hole. Quickly, you grabbed your knickers from the bed and wiped the cum so that it wouldn't get on the bed this time.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Tom said as he saw the cum-drenched fabric.

"It's fine," you assured him. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure."

After you came back from the bathroom you picked your top and pyjama pants from the foot of the bed. Tom sat up as he watched you, his lower half covered by the duvets. You put your clothes back on, the knickers which you just had rinsed in the bathroom, in your hands.

"I'm flying back home tomorrow," you stated, standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed. "So, I guess, I'll see you around..."

Tom looked at you, almost sad, until he opened his arms. You sat down on the bed beside him and you embraced each other in a hug. Tom pulled you closer, refusing to let go.

"I'll miss you," Tom muffled into your hair. "You annoying little bug,"

You laughed and tightened the hug. "I'll miss you too," you said and to your surprise, you felt tears prickling in your eyes.

As pulled away from the hug you were still close to each other. Your eyes were locked until Tom's eyes flickered down your face briefly before he slowly moved closer to you again. Only this time to meet you with a kiss.

It was the first kiss that wasn't sexual. It was sweet and soft and you couldn't bring yourself to ask what else it meant, in fear of getting your heart broken for real this time.

"You can stay," Tom whispered when you broke the kiss and you nodded before you could stop yourself.

Both of you were too afraid to say anything else, afraid you would ruin something. So you just accepted Tom's offer and didn't question him when his arms wrapped around your body, your heart beating fast when you slipped off to your dreams

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed. Again.

You reminded yourself that it shouldn't hurt. You knew how Tom felt about you. Why should you then be surprised if the same things happened all over again?

You heard the quiet click of the door and when you turned your head you saw Tom pushing a food trolley into the room.

"Fuck," he said as he saw you, stopping in his movements as if he just had been caught doing something which he shouldn't have. "Did I wake you up?"

"It's fine," you dismissed, rubbing your eyes.

Tom pushed the trolley to your side of the bed and sat down. "I got us breakfast," he smiled proudly as he lifted the lid from the serving platter revealing a full breakfast. Eggs, bacon, fruit, yoghurt, freshly pressed orange juice, coffee and tea.

"Fuck," you muttered as heat rushed to your face.

"What? Are you this shocked?" Tom joked.

"What time is it?" you asked.

"9:30," Tom answered.

"Nonono," you whined as you rushed to get out of bed but Tom took your hand trying to stop you.

"What is it?" he asked concerned.

"My flight is leaving at 11:10!" you said, hand ruffling through your hair. "I can still make it."

"But do you want to?" Tom asked. You looked at the man sitting in front of you, seeming disappointed that you would leave him.

"I do kinda wanna fly back home," you said.

"I'm also flying later today, I'm sure you can rebook," Tom tried to convince you. "Please, y/n, stay a little longer," he looked at you with big eyes.

"Tom," you sighed. "What are we doing?"

"What?" he asked, taken aback.

"What are we?" you clarified. "I can't keep being your toy. I can't keep being your friend if you decide to fuck me and discard me after."

"You came to me last night," Tom tried to object. His hand was still wrapped around your wrist.

"I know," you said.

Tom looked at you, pained. The both of you were just waiting for the other person to say something, just anything.

"Please, y/n, can't you just stay and eat with me? Can't we talk about this later?" he asked and your heart fell. You furrowed your brows in anger and disappointment as you withdrew your hand from Tom's grasp.

"Why? Why do you want me to stay?" you asked.

"Because I like you - I like having you around," he said as if it should be obvious.

"Are you only saying this so you can fuck me again?" you asked and you watched Tom's face immediately drop.

"Is that really what you think of me?" Tom asked hurt.

"I don't know what to think, Tom," you said frustrated. "I don't know what I am to you. You can't keep treating me like your girlfriend but there are no strings attached, you can't keep kissing me as if you're in love but you just can't admit it."

"Would you even believe me when I told you that I'm in love with you?" he asked and your heart stopped.

"Are you?" you asked in a whisper.

"You make me feel full, y/n," Tom said and looked down at your hand in his. "You make me feel full whenever I'm with you. You kept me on my toes when we worked together, you nudged me in all the right places to push me further as an actor and you probably didn't even notice that you did that," he huffed out a weak laugh. "I admire how eloquent you are, how well you can express your opinions and ideas and stand up for yourself. I love how funny you are without trying and the way your eyes light up when you smile. I love the way your body reacts to my touches, the way you can come undone around me, the way your lips feel on mine and your hand in mine," Tom said and finally looked at you again only to be met with your teary eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" you asked.

"It took me a while to realise," Tom admitted and cupped your cheek. "I care about you, y/n, I'm sorry I made you feel the way I did."

Your heart kept beating faster as the tension grew between you. Finally, Tom leaned forward and engulfed your lips in a kiss (the sweetest one yet). You placed your hand on top of Tom's hand resting on your cheek and smiled into his lips. For the first time, both of you poured all your love into one another without being afraid. When Tom broke the kiss he left a dozen kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

"I didn't know I would have to confess my love for you before breakfast," Tom chuckled.

"The tea has probably gone cold," you said, your breath mixing with Tom's.

"I don't care," he smirked as he wrapped his arms around your body and started kissing your neck.

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[beyondthisdarkhouse]

@sisterreisaid made fun of Canadian coins incorrectly by saying they're named for Looney Toons. This is Incorrect. Let me show you the Correct way to make fun of Canadian money, because today I am an Arbiter of Taste apparently.

The coin on the left is a gold-coloured (brass plated) $1 coin. It has a common loon on it, so it's called the loonie. It was introduced in 1987. As it came out, Canada took our $1 bank notes out of circulation. It's a very common word—financial analysts talking about exchange rates discuss "the strength of the Loonie against the US dollar" (though you never say, like, "That cost me 50 loonies" unless you literally plunked down all those coins)

The coin on the right is the two-toned $2 coin introduced in 1996. People tried giving it lofty and dignified names, or dumb-but-clever names like the "twofer", but Yard Sard effect took over. "Toonies and loonies" is just too easy to say.

The fact that all change under $5 is in coins means you can end up with a really heavy change purse that isn't actually worth much. That and the fact that only our $20 bills are green makes going to America really weird because I get all these $1 bills and then think "Oh, my billfold has lots of green bills in it, I must have lots of money left," and really I just have $8.25.

There is a trick you can do where you heat the toonie up a lot to make its metals expand at different rates and them slam it really hard in the ground to make the brass core come out and then wear the silver rim on the necklace. I was in elementary school when the toonie came out so In my newly-appointed role as Queen of Some of Canada, I'm going to say my experiences are universal and declare this trick only cool to people whose life revolves around the game of Pogs.

So the actual correct way to make fun of the toonie is to put your thumb on the polar bear's head and rotate the coin 90 degrees clockwise so you can see the T-Rex, like this edit I stole off a guy on Twitter:

Another coin you can make fun of is the 2007 Remembrance quarter, the world's first colorized coin, which honestly did look a bit like the poppy was drawn on with a ballpoint pen.

That's not the reason you should make fun of it. For one, it's bad form to make fun of Remembrance stuff for being mawkish and amateur. You just don't do that. The amusing thing is not the art itself, but the audience; when it came out a US intelligence agent received this quarter in their change, and wrote a later-leaked report raising concerns that this coin represented Canada's devious plan to inveigle harmful nanotechnology into the ordinary lives of ordinary people. Which meant we needed to have a national campout and discuss the whole The Americans Are Onto Us situation, which was a good time remembered fondly.

The old $5 bills aren't being made anymore — all our bills are polymer-based now — but if you find an old one, you can turn Sir Wilfrid Laurier into Spock (which is frankly an improvement IMO). It might be technically illegal of you to deface currency or whatever, but it still counts as legal tender.

Finally, there is a persistent rumour that Canadian $100 bills smell faintly of maple. I don't know if it's true, but if anyone wants to send me a few of them I'll happily subject them to the sniff test.

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Ten. Faces

warnings: swearing, hate comments word count: 4.1k (not including pics)

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A/N: sorry its late!!!! this feels rushed but i was just too excited to get to some parts!!! also i have had some parts written out for SO long that they dont even feel cute to me anymore so im literally praying to every deity rn that you guys think its cute lmao anyway enjoy!!!!

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It had been about a week since Karl's slip up but everything was already more normal than Y/n had expected it to be. Of course, George, Sapnap and Quackity were all very understanding and gave her space while simultaneously reassuring her that she was safe with them. She fully believed it too, she knew she was safe with them and they weren't going to tell anyone her name.

The one unusual thing was now she had a heavy guilt, like someone dropped another sandbag in her stomach, every time Dream texted her. If the others knew, it was only fair that she tell him her name too, right? I mean, it's Dream. Dream! The boy who had quickly slipped his way into her life and, though she wouldn't admit it to Karl or Naomi, her heart.

But how? Does she just come right out and say it or wait until it gets brought up? She hadn't practiced telling anyone her name because she wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. Though, maybe she should have been seeing as she was going to see them all in person in a little over a month.

Regardless of the guilt, Y/n had other things to worry about today; Quackity was coming to visit. Karl had picked him up from the airport and the two of them spent all day catching up and doing who knows what but Y/n still hadn't met him. She was scared. She wasn't scared of Quackity, but scared because it was the first time one of her online friends would be able to put a face to her name and voice.

Y/n shuffled across her living room rug and reached for her phone on the coffee table, looking for some sort of distraction while she waited for them to arrive.

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Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head as she threw her phone on the couch. Okay, he's right. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be great. It's just Quackity. If he said anything rude or annoying or anything she could literally just step on him like a bug.

A sharp knock on the front door of her apartment snapped her back into reality. She shook her limbs of nervousness as she made her way to the door, two familiar voices begging to be acknowledged from the other side.

"Let us iiinnn!! Y/nnn!!!!" Karl whined.

After countless times asking the same question, she finally convinced Karl that she was okay with him using her real name in front of Quackity. He clearly still felt guilty about telling the boys her name, asking her multiple times in different ways whether he should call her Y/n or Bugsy in front of the guest. She finally got it through his head that she didn't mind either way.

"Hold on!" she yelled back. She unlocked the door and swung it open to see Karl and Quackity. "So impatient."

"Holy shit, you are tall! Goddammit, I thought that was a joke!"

Y/n laughed shyly at the greeting, looking at Quackity like he was crazy. "Hello to you too. Tried to warn you, dude."

"Yeah but, damn! You're tall and attractive, what the hell?"

"Dude," she said with a warning in her voice. She thought the flirting on Twitter was funny, but in real life she got embarrassed easier and wasn't a fan. "I'm about to kick you out of my house before I even let you in."

This was weird, meeting Quackity before meeting some of her other friends. She loved Quackity, but she had known George much longer and Sapnap even before that. There was no problem with meeting Quackity, she just had no idea how to act since she felt like she hardly knew him.

"Am I allowed to tell people that you're hot?" he asked as he fell on her couch, Karl following right after.

"Quackity!" Y/n yelled, her face heating up at a compliment. "Seriously?"

Karl cackled and shoved Quackity. "Shut up, Alex! No, you're not allowed!"

"Sorry, is that compliment reserved for Dream?" He cackled at his own joke and Y/n's face heated up even more.

"I seriously will kick you out of my house."

"You wanna be flirty on main but not in real life?" Quackity scoffed.

"I'm not flirty on main, you are!" she laughed. "Seriously, don't."

"Okay, sorry, I'll stop," Quackity promised with a laugh in his words.

The three of them fell into easy conversation, mostly because Karl and Quackity were already comfortable around each other at this point. They eventually decided to go to the mall, just to mess around and do something.

*reminder: covid doesn't exist in this fic bc we only want happy things so ignore their masks :P*

Y/n frowned as she unlocked her front door, staring at her phone. She had been so happy with all the fans freaking out about the meetup so she looked at the trending list, expecting to see a flood of keyboard smashes and happiness, but that's not all she ended up seeing. BUGKARLITY was trending, so she scrolled through the tweets and was upset to see not all of them were positive. In fact, when she typed her name in the search bar, lots of the tweets using her name were rather mean.

A few that stuck in her head called her an attention whore and said that her friends only flirted with her because she paid them too. Who on earth would even do that? Some hurt way more than others but she tried to push them aside. It wasn't like this was the first time she had seen comments like this, but they had only gotten worse since her Minecraft date with Dream. She was worried it was cause more hate for her friends and the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of their own hate.

She typed several different messages to Dream, deleting them all after she reread them. She felt like she had to request the same thing from him in a different way. Maybe because she felt like his words meant more, even if he really was just joking like the rest of them. She decided to call him instead of texting.

"Hi!" he chirped happily from the other end.

"Hi, Dream," she said as her chest filled with something warm at the sound of his voice. "How are you doing?"

"Good," he dragged out the word. "How are you?"

"Okay."

"Just okay? What's up?"

"Um," she started, immediately forgetting the words she decided she'd use. "I just... would you mind, uh, not flirting with me so much on, like, Twitter and streams and stuff like that?"

There was a silence before Dream's frantically apologetic words came through. "Yes, of course, oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. If I had known I was making you uncomfortable, I wouldn't have—"

"Wait, no," she interrupted but he must not have heard.

"—said things like... oh gosh. Bug, I'm really sorry—"

"Dream!" she raised her voice, getting him to stop ranting. "You don't make me uncomfortable."

"Oh. Really?"

"Of course not. I actually think it's really..." Cute? Adorable? Endearing? "funny," she decided.

"Oh. Then why...?"

She sighed heavily and explained what she told the others. "So, yeah. I just don't want you guys getting hate because of me so I figure if you stop then... you know."

"Bug..." he said gently. "I'm really sorry. I promise you that I don't—none of us think those things about you."

"I know."

"No, seriously," he said, clearly not believing her. "You need to understand that I..." he paused. "I mean what I say. Always."

Always? she thought. There's a few things he's said that certainly he didn't really mean... like calling her cute?

"I don't joke around like that unless I want to. I wouldn't say things like I say to you unless I really, really, genuinely considered you a close friend and felt comfortable around you. And I do."

Her heart swelled. "Thanks, Dream. I just... maybe don't do it so much for right now? Online, at least," she clarified, not wanting to deprive herself completely of Dream's flirting.

"Yeah, if that's what you want, of course."

"Well, I don't want you to stop flirting with me but, yeah."

He chuckled. "Oh, you do like when I flirt with you?"

She hummed and changed the subject. "Did I interrupt you doing anything?"

"No," his teasing voice dropped and was back to his regular self. "I'm just editing the video we filmed the other day."

"Oh, the 'Minecraft, but you can't touch the floor'?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," she said, not meaning to sound disappointed. "I'll let you get back to it—"

"No. I mean, you can stay on the phone. Unless you're busy."

She smiled and put her phone on speaker and set it next to her foot on the floor. "I was just gonna paint. So I can stay."

Before she knew it, almost two hours had passed of them sitting in comfortable silence, occasionally speaking to share something with the other before going back to their tasks. It was comforting knowing she didn’t need to speak constantly and could just hang out with Dream.

Y/n's phone rested on the floor next to her, Dream on speakerphone on the other end, only the sounds of his keyboard clicking letting her know he hadn't fallen asleep or hung up. She wasn't sure when they started doing this, staying on the phone even when they had nothing to talk about, but they had done it a few times before. They had talked on the phone and Discord many times but it was usually always with purpose, not usually this silently-enjoying-each-others-presence nonsense. Who was she kidding calling it nonsense, she enjoyed it an embarrassingly insane amount.

She repositioned so she was laying on her stomach as she finished sketching an image that was in her mind.

"Hey, you still there?" Dream asked softly.

"Yeah. Sorry, am I taking away from your sitting in silence time with George?" she joked.

Dream chuckled lightly. "Nah, you're more fun. I was just seeing if you ditched me for Karl yet."

"Nah, you're more fun," she mimed truthfully. "But I'm very focused on this drawing."

"Can I see it when you're done?"

"Don't expect too much. It looks bad."

"If you don't tell me what it is, I can't know how accurate or inaccurate it is."

"Very true..." she trailed off, holding the canvas further away to examine it all at once. She wanted the sketch to be perfect before she made permanent choices with paint. She enjoyed the serenity they maintained even when talking, voices low and delicate like they were keeping secrets but not quite whispering. "Are you almost done editing your video from the other day?"

"Sorta. I'm at the part where you and Sapnap almost died laughing because a ghast knocked George into lava and then Sapnap laughed so hard he fell into lava."

She chuckled, remembering the situation vividly. "That was so funny. The way George screams is so funny."

"Let Naomi know that," he mumbled, causing Y/n to gasp.

"Dream!" she laughed loudly and he joined.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's true though."

"Disgusting!"

A distant voice sounded on the other end and she assumed it was Sapnap. "What do you want for dinner?"

Dream responded with a soft, "Nothing, I'm good."

"Are you talking to Bugsy?"

He must have responded physically because the next sound was Sapnap's very clear, much more lively voice speaking directly into the phone. "Hi, Bugsy!"

"Hi, Sapnap!"

"Can you tell Dream to eat some damn food? This man literally hasn't eaten a single thing all goddamn day."

"Dream," Y/n scolded slowly. "Please eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm not showing you my painting until you eat."

A door closed on the other end and she took that as a sign that Sapnap had left.

"I don't wanna see it anyway. It's probably trash."

"Take that back!" she gasped lightly. She looked at the canvas as she grabbed the first paint color and laughed. It was only a sketch and it was already trash. "Fine, then I won't go on the trip if you don't eat in the next ten minutes."

"That's punishing yourself too though."

"Who says I want to see you?" she asked.

"I never said anything about not seeing me being the punishment."

She had been caught. "It was implied."

"Sure it was."

"It's true though. Who says I wanna see your stupid face?"

He didn't say anything, but an incoming FaceTime call lit up Y/n's phone. A FaceTime call from him.

Her smile dropped. "Clay?"

"Answer it," his voice was lower and her heart started beating faster. Was he really about to show her his face to prove a point? Reveal his biggest secret that only a few close friends knew? To her of all people? She made sure she couldn't be seen in the small window and pressed accept, the voice call ending and the FaceTime call starting.

To her surprise, what came into view wasn't his face, but the logo of the hoodie he was wearing, the simple smile of his merch taunting her. She laughed, the anxiety slowly fading away as it was replaced with a heavy feeling in her stomach. Was she disappointed? Maybe a little, but he teased her into believing she would see him.

"Oh, wow! Dream face reveal! He looks just like his icon, no way!!!"

His chest moved up and down as he laughed, not moving the camera away. "You heard it here first, guys! You've known my face all along, the logo is actually my face!"

She laughed and returned to painting, not paying any more attention to her phone since he was now also showing his ceiling, a small corner of his monitor in frame but nothing else. "I mean it though, if you don't eat, I'm going to be so mad I won't even want to be friends anymore. Or you'll die from malnourishment before we get the chance to meet."

"I doubt it. I'm just not hungry."

"Whatever."

"Oh, hey, so you met Quackity today. How was it?"

"Very scary."

"Yeah?" he asked sympathetically, urging her to explain if she wanted.

"Yeah. But it turned out okay! He didn't act any different so it was fine. It was mostly just awkward. He's also so freaking loud. You would not believe how much louder he and Karl get when they're together."

"I can imagine. Aren't they doing a stream right now or something?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't wanna watch though, I've had enough of them for the month."

Dream laughed. "How will you deal with them together for New Years'? It'll be for like two weeks."

"Who knows if I'll actually go?"

"Wait, what?" he asked abruptly, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. His keyboard stopped clicking and she could picture him staring at his phone as if looking at her. "Of course you're going."

"Not if you don't eat food! You have, like, 3 minutes to eat something until I officially am busy doing other things whenever the trip is."

Dream groaned and clicked a few things on his computer before the image on the screen became blurry as he walked through the house, still pointing it at the ceiling. She looked away again and kept painting.

"Quackity's really funny though," she continued. "It was super awkward at first but it was fun to have someone else to help me make fun of Karl."

"Wait, Bug," Dream called out over the sound of wrappers crinkling.

"Hm?" She hummed, continuing to paint.

"Bug," his voice was much softer and he sounded nervous.

She looked at her screen and dropped the paintbrush as she focused on what she saw, grabbing her phone and holding it closer to her face so she could see, still making sure she wasn't in view. All the anxiety from the beginning of the FaceTime suddenly came back and hit her like a truck. Sitting on her screen, waiting to be seen, was Dream. His hood was up, tufts of blonde hair sticking out, and he was standing with his back towards a dark room, the dim light from his pantry making his face just visible.

He held up a cookie in front of his actual, real face. "Are you watching?"

"Y-yea... I... Yeah. I'm watching. Is that really you?"

He nodded once before shoving the cookie in his mouth. "There, I consumed food," he announced, his voice muffled by the cookie. "Now you're legally obligated to come."

"I—What? CLAY! WHAT?"

"What?" he asked innocently as he chewed, walking back to his room and still holding the phone up to show his face. His room light was on, making his face much more visible. If Y/n thought he was attractive in the harsh pantry light, he must have looked like a god in his room lighting, even as pixelated as he was due to the quality of FaceTime. He fell on his bed and Y/n could only gape at his features. He slumped against his headboard, surrounded by roughly a thousand pillows, sporting a small, shy smile as he stared at the screen. "Bug, what?"

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Needless to say, he was unbelievably handsome. Part of the speechlessness was from the shock that he showed his face out of the blue, but obviously, the majority of it was that he was pretty much the most attractive person she'd ever seen. It should be illegal for someone to look that good in a hoodie, especially when pixelated.

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully. "Wanna take back what you said earlier?" He bit into another cookie.

"W-what did I say earlier?" Why was she stuttering???

"You said you don't wanna see me and that I'm ugly," he teased.

She paused for too many seconds too long before finally muttering, "you arrogant son of a bitch." He laughed loudly at that.

His eyes crinkled and he threw his head back. So that's what he looks like when he wheezes, she thought to herself, pretty.

Dream shuffled his position on his bed and rested his head on one of his hands. He looked so comfy. "Why are you so quiet, weirdo?" he mumbled.

She set her phone back down and touched her cheeks with her hands and looked away for a moment, grounding herself to the real world for a second. She couldn't process her thoughts when she was staring at a man as gorgeous as Clay. "I don't know, maybe because you gave me no warning before showing me your face? Or because you failed to mention that you're incredibly hot?"

She was so glad she had looked back at her phone or else she would have missed the glorious sight of his cheeks turning bright red before he turned the camera back to his ceiling. "Oh my gosh."

"Aw cute, I made you blush."

"Shut up," he mumbled. "You threatened to not come if I didn't eat something!"

"You didn't have to—you showed me your freaking face just to prove you ate a cookie!! DREAM! I would have believed you if you just said you ate something!" she laughed breathlessly, staring at the phone now for a chance to see him again. "I was joking anyway!"

"Sure you were."

"I was."

"Well, oh well. You deserved to see me anyway."

"Oh, I deserve to see you?" She laughed. "How big is your ego?"

"You know what I meant," he groaned. "You got doxxed by Karl and you met Quackity in person. And you've clearly had a bad day because of all the hate and stuff. You've done a lot of stressful things recently and you deserved to be let in on a secret too."

He was so sweet. Like, tooth-rotting, Halloween candy stash hidden under a kid's bed, upset tummy sweet. She also couldn't get over the fact that he was a million times cuter when he was shy like he was being now, his voice soft and unsure. It contrasted vastly with the confident, loud-mouthed Dream everyone usually saw, though she liked that Dream too. She wished he could show his face for just one more second to see what he looked like shy. Probably sickeningly adorable.

This was it, wasn't it? The chance she had been waiting for to tell him her name? He just let her in on his biggest secret, now he was the one deserving to be let in.

"Y/n," she said with a confident, but soft voice.

There was a long pause. "W-what?"

"Y/n."

He understood the second time immediately. "Y/n..." he tested, the smile in his voice clear as day. "I like it."

"Yeah, well, I guess you deserved to know the secret too."

"I would have been content never knowing."

"Really?" She didn't believe him. He seemed like the type to never be satisfied, always looking for something better. Not in a greedy way, but in a motivational, goal-oriented big achiever way.

"Really," he hummed. "I already feel like you're too good to be true so I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a real person."

It was silent as she tried to collect her thoughts.

"Bug? You okay?"

"Yeah, I... it's just a lot."

"Sorry."

"No, it's not you. Well... I don't know. I just don't know what I'm supposed to say when you say things like that," she admitted.

He paused. "I think you always have the perfect responses when I say things like that."

"What do I usually say?" She smiled shyly, pulling her hoodie up to her lips.

"You usually call me a nerd or say you can't stand me. 'Oh my gosh I cannot stand you'," he mimicked before laughing.

"What? How is that the perfect response to you saying you can't believe I'm real?"

He hummed and she could practically hear him shrugging. "Because it's a classic Bug response. It's a hundred perfect you. So yeah, it's perfect."

She was silent, trying to compose herself before she exploded.

"By the way, check Twitter."

"Why, are you bragging about me calling you hot?" she teased, hoping to make him blush like she had earlier. It worked.

"Oh my gosh, no. Just look."

She clicked her home button and navigated to the app, her feed instantly flooding with the same similar messages.

"Oh, my gosh," she muttered, her fingers flying away as she typed out her own tweet in response to the love.

Dream chuckled from the other end and when she asked him why, he vaguely said that George texted him but didn't explain further.

"Um, I have to go," she said mournfully. "Karl and Quackity are coming over again."

"Booooo," he pouted.

"Sorry, you aren't the only man in my life," she teased before instantly regretting her choice of words. Too flirty, Y/n, she thought to herself.

"Hm, shame. Am I at least at the top of the list?"

She bit her lips, wanting desperately to repeat what she had told him on their Minecraft date. In the end, she gave in. "I always mean what I say too," she started. "You're my main bitch, baby."

Dream made some sort of sound, a mix of a scoff and a whine but Y/n didn't comment on it, just glowing with heat in her cheeks.

"Leave before I don't let you," he said softly and the heat only grew.

"Goodnight, Dream," she pressed, the tone in her voice letting him know he was being a tease. "Thanks for... thanks for your tweet. And for everything you said earlier."

"Of course. Sorry that you have to see those kinds of things a lot."

"It's okay when I have people like you."

"People like me? What does that mean?"

"Just.... people like you." Cute, sweet, kind, genuine people who make her heart flutter.

She could hear his smile in his words and she figured he knew the unspoken words in her thoughts, the ones she was saying without saying. "Okay. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight."

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Cloaked in Green- Prologue

EDITED - 2/22/22

Word Count: 736

Warning(s) by chapter: drinking alcohol, pipe smoking.

A/n: I am literally writing this almost nightly, so please bare with me. I know how this story ends and a basic idea on how it gets there. I'm just terrible at writing trailers.

Summary: Gandalf comes to ask a favor of a friend.

The Prancing Pony had not changed since the last time the old wizard had visited. As it was ever still bustling and hopping as its patrons laughed and danced around the small building, drinking and forgetting their daily troubles.

However, Gandalf wasn’t looking for a drink or a room for the night and he certainly couldn't forget his troubles right now. He was looking for someone.  

So when Gandalf spotted the intimidating figure in the far back corner, he immediately started his way over. Despite the heavy crowd, the way over to the corner was surprisingly easy to get to. The patrons had avoided getting anywhere near the cloaked figure for they had heard the tales.

Rumors that spread over the lands in the last 10 years of the mysterious and calm warrior with no name .  A brilliant archer and swordsmen, the tales say that they can slice the throat of any being without a single breath.  None had never even seen the face of the said warrior.....or at least claimed to have ever seen it .

As the figure wore their dark green hood so low,  all anyone can make out is the bottom portion of a clean shaven face.

With no beard, the popular rumor that the warrior was an elven general from Rivendell that gave up their immortality for a simple life of man, had seemed the most realistic one.

Yet, Gandalf knows that rumor to be untrue, for he happens to knows the sullen warrior quite well. When he finally reached the table, the figure stood up and shook hands with the grey wizard. 

“Gandalf '' the figure spoke softly, so no one could hear the light voice emit from the hood. “It's been a while.” 

“Yes, it has my dear friend.” Both sitting now, the wizard leaned over on the table to be heard easier “ Indeed it has been a while. How’s your brother?” The figure nodded leaning closer to the wizard as well. “He is well, '' Gandalf smiled but before he could continue, the figure was quick to change the subject. 

“When you called this meeting, I hadn't expected you to arrive in Bree till tomorrow, What is so urgent?" The figure moved to grab the full pint and sat it in front of the old wizard, who smiled gratefully and took a big gulp of it before answering. 

“That's where this gets a bit complicated I'm afraid. I need to ask a favor of you. How would you like to help me on a quest of mine.” The old wizard bowed his head. “It seems the dwarves of Erebor are ready to reclaim their homeland, once and for all.” 

The figure swifted, leaning closer “I wondered when they would. There's been talk, ravens, returning to the mountain and with Smaug not seen in years. It won’t not long before greedy eyes start to fall on the lonely mountain.” 

Gandalf nodded “ I’ve too have heard this, which is why for the urgency. If my suspectations are true, Durin’s Day may be their last chance to get into that mountain for a long while.” 

“Ah, I see, but what do you need with me?” Gandalf noticed the smile the creeped onto the cloaked figure face, as he hesitated to answer “What you're getting too old now, Mithrandir? So much so that you can’t handle even a small company of Dwarves?” 

Scoffing, Gandalf scowled back at them, “No, I can manage the lot, I just need another Archer and Swordsmen to aid us is all. You know how the woods around here better than anyone I know and We could use an experienced tracker like yourself-."

“Whatever you say” the figure chuckled, pausing in merry and as they looked closely at the wizard again, before asking the question that Gandalf was expecting the most.

“Do they know who I am?” 

“Surely, they have heard the tales of your battles, my dear.” The wizard was quick with his reply but added after looking into into the figure's stressed eyes. “ I have told them about you? No. But they do know that I have requested the 'Green Cloak' to join us, yes.” 

The figure leaned slowly back into her chair nodding, as she lifted her small pipe back into her lips, taking a puff. The light from the pipe glowed a faint light, just enough for Gandalf to see the smirk settling on her face.  

“Then I guess I’ll come, if they are already expecting me.”

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Did He Just?

18+

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black Reader

Summary: You break up with Angel, but he didn’t break up with you. Based off this...

Warning: maybe angst, breaking up, crying, and Angel being annoying 

Word Count: <650

A/N: What??? another fic??? that’s 2 fics in 2 days lol for someone that’s not writing anymore I sure am writing a lot lol but hopefully this makes up for this. It’s not a part 2 though so don’t get too excited lol this hasn’t been edited either.

Dividers by @writeyourmindaway​

There was a point in your relationship when you never fought, but ever since he began spending more time across the border with Adelita, you two constantly fought. The constant arguing between the two of you was starting to wear you down. 

This last time, however, was the worst fight you had, and you were finally done.

“Maybe we should call it quits,” you said as you walked away. You had no fight left in you, and if Angel wanted to be with Adelita, then he could be with Adelita.

You weren’t sure if he had cheated on you, or if he actually wanted to be with her, but the fact that she was pregnant, and wouldn’t say who the father was, weighed on you. Angel promised that he hadn’t stepped out on you, but the amount of time they spent together rubbed you the wrong way.

You hadn’t seen Angel in a few days, and maybe that was for the best. Yeah, you had broken up with him, but you were still sad.

You felt like a cliche as you watched your favorite ‘breakup movie’ and shoveled ice cream into your mouth. 

You had fallen asleep with the tv still playing and you sat right up when you heard it click off.

You frowned when you spotted Angel standing in front of you, posed as if he was about to lift you up.

“What are you doing here?” attitude laced all through your voice.

“The fuck you mean?” he asked as he straightened up. “I always come here when I get back from a run.�� Angel made his way towards your kitchen.

“Yeah, when we were together,” you yelled as you followed after him. “We broke up. Remember?”

Angel looked at you with a confused look on his face.

“I said, ‘Maybe we should call it quits’ and then I didn’t hear from you for 3 days,” you refreshed his memory.

Angel laughed. He laughed a full-on belly laugh. One that brought tears to his eyes and had him doubled over.

“I don’t see what’s funny, Angel, and I want my key back,” you frowned with your hand on your hip as you waited for him to stop laughing.

“Nah,” he responded once his laughter died down, but his lips still held a smirk.

“The fuck you mean ‘Nah’?” You looked at him dumbfounded for a few seconds. “Like, ‘Nah, I don’t remember that,” or ‘Nah, I’m not giving you your key back,’? Cause I can always change my locks.”

Angel shook his head before taking a step towards you. “Nah as in we’re not over. You’re still my girl and I’m still your man. We’re in this for the long run, mi dulce.”

Angel placed a kiss on your forehead and took a step back.

“Now, what do you want to eat?” he asked, completely changing the subject. You watched as he walked around your kitchen. Did this man just disregard your breakup? Did he just invite himself into your house and to your food?

“Angel,”

“Nah, cut that out, Y/n,” Angel interrupted. “I’m not cheating on you and I never have.” Angel came closer to you and cupped your cheek. “You have nothing to worry about because this thing with the rebels is over. I don’t have to spend as much time away from you now, so we can really do this. I want to be with you and only you.”

You sighed and leaned into his hand. “Really?” you wanted to believe him. Every part of your being was urging you to give your relationship with him another try.

He nodded his head and pulled you close. “Really, really. Now, what do you want to eat?”

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