#I almost fucked up and said The Thing to nc boy on the phone last night 😂💀

[huearmy]

The Smell of Truth - IV

Summary: After years being forced to fight in clandestine hybrid ring, Jungkook is now living in shelter, but life remains bad, the place is abusive, and nobody seems to want adopt him. Until one night a pro-hybrid activist group invades the shelter, and a woman in black smelling like truth promises that things will get better, and he decides to follow her wherever she goes.

Pairing: pitbull!Jungkook x human!Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, future smut maybe.

Words: 4781

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Some violent nightmares, nothing too bad.

Chapter I  Chapter II  Chapter III - Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII

Jungkook was ready to fight.

After eating cake and tons of meat, taste coke for the first time and fall in love with it, you showed him another thing to love about his new life. Something exciting, entertaining and beautiful... He wasn't good at it at first, but seeing you doing it so well just motivated him to do better. Video games of course. All the sounds and colors made his eyes sparkle. The characters were so amazing too. You let him choose what game he wanted to try first, without much reference he didn't know where to start, using as a criterion the cover that most caught his attention and the little you said about each one. In the end he tested so many games that the order wasn't even important. 

You noticed that he avoided violent themes, like fight games, and he preferred the sports, adventure, or cute-looking ones. You came to that conclusion when you decided to show one of your favorites, Dead By Daylight, and before you could start a match he wanted to change to Plant vs. Zombie. At some point you both stopped by Mario Kart and that was the thing. One hour later Jungkook was better than you, throwing all the bananas on you, like losing wasn't an option to him. The bastard is competitive.

"AAaaaaah! nonononon noooooo!" You lose the control of your kart just before finish line as he passes you, crossing the line and winning for the sixth time in a row.

"Yeah!" He jumped from his spot on the floor, running circles arond the couch and you, who was also on the floor.

"That's not fair, half of an hour ago you didn't even know how the controls work..."

"Let's play again!" He seated beside you again, and then his ears perked up. "Can I eat more cake?"

He already ate almost half of the cake, and was clearly in a sugar rush. "Of course. The cake is yours."

With a happy squick he ran to the kitchen, sliding the new pair of white socks over the apartment's wooden floor. As you waited for hi to come back you once again searched your games, looking for any more he might like, and came to the conclusion that you have a very violent taste to games - you are a fervent Outlast fan, for example. You have never dealt with a hybrid so full of trauma so directly, let alone inside your home, so involved in your life, and despite having some sense of Jungkook's past, you don't know everything that torments him or how much, so making him one hundred percent comfortable in this new life is your plan. What you need is to pay more attention to the small details. And maybe you can start by letting him choose some lighter games himself in the online store.

Jungkook emerged from the kitchen, now walking slower, balancing two plates of cake in one hand, and a huge glass of coke, full to the top, in the other, taking care not to make a mess. Carefully he sat next to you again.

"I brought cake for you too." He gave you one plate and got ready for another round.

"Oh, that's sweet of you. Thanks." You played for another hour or so, Jungkook's victories proving that it was not beginner's luck but that he is indeed a fast learner. You were already more asleep than awake, as a result of bad nights and unregulated sleep in the last week, when he got tired of running and decided to change the game. "What is this about?" Jungkook asked, showing you another one. "Ah, is a remake of one of my childhood favorites. It's about a bandicoot who lives on an island in the south pacific, and a magic mask that flies around him, and has a big-headed villain. It's pretty fun." You yawned. "Let's play this one then." He excitedly stated. "Sorry, Jungkook. I'm really tired, and even if I'll work from home, I need to get up early tomorow... I'm going to bed now." You saw the disappointment in his eyes, his ears and tail falling, and added. "But you can keep playing without me." Jungkook looked around, clearly not so happy as before. "Ok. I will play another one that is not your favorite then. See you tomorrow?" He was pouting again, and you thought to yourself if you're going to be able to get used to it. Despite being upset, you could see that he didn't want to have a tantrum asking you to stay. "You are so cute." You said before you could stop yourself, pulling him by the hands for a hug. You rested you head on his chest and reasurely passed your hands on his back. You couldn't see right now, but the brightest smile settled in Jungkook's face. "See you in the morning. Sleep well, JK." "Sleep well, Y/N." _____________________________________________________________________________________ You took a fast shower, put yourself in comfy pijamas and dropped your tired body in the bed. In less than five minutes you were fast asleep. You are the type that has a heavy sleep, that doesn't wake up with anything, and if it happens it is not fully awake, easily coming back into slumber. Normally a lightning storm would not be enough to get you out of dreamland, quite the opposite, the thick rain hitting the window glass has always been like a lullaby. But for some reason, by two in the morning your sleep-pumping eyes were open and alert. Something was off.

You sit, checking your surroundings, listening. Everything seemed ordinary. You got up, looking for your phone, trying to remember where you left it last. You found it lying on the floor beside the bed, between your slippers, some social media notifications and messages that you didn't see before stamping the screen.

Opening one of the messages, a smile formed at the corners of your mouth, as you rubbed your swollen eyes. Still half asleep you played the audio massage, a male voice sounding low. "Hey sweetheart, I'm coming back already. If my flight doesn't delay, I'll be home in the late afternoon... Then I will see you before anything else ok! I'm missing you so fucking much it feels like dying... So..." Before you could finish hearing the message something else caught your attention. You were silent trying to hear again. A soft sound from the floor below. A cry. It brought you from the brink of slumber, zombie mode of yours, to full alert awake mode.

"Jungkook" You went to the door and, knowing the way even in the dark, did not even bother to turn on the lights in the corridor, or the stairs, to run to the hybrid who now lives with you. The closer you got, the more certain you were that the crying came from Jungkook's room, a tightness in your chest leaving you worried at every step without knowing what was happening.

You entered as quietly as you could, stepping inside on the tip of your feet, the room was lighter than the corridor you came from, because of the headlamp on. Jungkook was lying in the shape of a ball, his back to you, wearing silk pajamas that you bought him earlier, the cover lying on the floor indicating he was having restless sleep. He was crying, but still asleep, clutching the pillow as hard as if his life depended on it, his body shivering, from cold or stress, or both, you couldn't say. Regardless, the nightmare he was having must have been horrible. Sitting next to him on the bed next to him, you put your hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly.

"Jungkook, wake up." As if your touch had burned him, Jungkook's eyes snapped open, his body reacting defensively before you could do anything. In a second his hand was around your wrist, holding tightly at a sore angle, making you gasp in pain. For a moment it seemed that even looking directly at you, he didn't recognize you.

"Jungkook, it's me. Y/N. You were having a nightmare, but is everything ok. You are ok." You softly said, ignoring the pain in your wrist he was still holding, and reaching your other hand to his face, brushing the hair away from his sweaty forehead. "You are ok, Jungkook." "Y/N..." His lips quivered, small voice barelly reached your ears. Jungkook is a pile of muscles, much taller than you, bigger in every way, but at that moment, with scared eyes full of tears... you never thought he was so small. "It's, ok." You whispered, afraid that if you spoke a little louder it might scare him. "I don't know where you were, or what was happening... But now you are home, safe."   

He blinked a couple times, looking around, recognizing his own new room, his things, the smell of the surroundings. His tense, ready to fight body, relaxed as his breathing was soothing. He finally noticed his tight hold hurting you, released you and more quickly he sat against the headboard, moving away from you and your touch. The boy's pale face acquired a feeling beyond fear... guilt.

"So- sorry..." He weakly apologized.

It is not the first time he has had this nightmare. It is always the same, sometimes with small differences, but in short it is a ring, metal screens closing all sides and the ceiling, with electric barriers and poles, that if he tries to escape or fall out by accident the injuries will be terrible, that if he doesn’t die by it. There’s a white light on him, as if it were a show and he was the star, but it’s a show of horrors, the fans screaming loudly, from the dark, asking for blood, dozens of men without face wanting someone to die in front of them. Jungkook experienced this so many times in real life, that in a dream it shouldn't be so scary, but here comes the worst part... He's losing, this time he's the one going to die today. While the other guy is sitting on top of him, giving blow after blow he can't defend himself, he looks back, looking for his owner. Jungkook's owner is sitting in a deck chair in the middle of the audience, watching the fight with his eyes without emotion, he is not happy, and Jungkook knows why: he has not been a good boy, he is no longer valuable, and doesn't bring tons of money anymore... So the owner won't help him, he won't find a way to stop the fight to save Jungkook, because it's not worth it. When Jungkook looks up again and faces his opponent it is his own face what he sees, like a mirror, violent and empty... He sees himself as the scariest hybrid in the world.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... Y/N I'm sorry." He started to sob, bringing his knees close to his chest, turning into a ball again, to look smaller and not threatening.

Carefully you risked approaching him again, placing your hand on his knee in an attempt to make some comforting contact, without being too invasive.

"Shhhh... No need to apologize now." Seeing that he didn't withdraw from you again, you finally took his face in your cold little hands. "How are you feeling?"

"What?" A tear ran down his cheekbone, wetting your hand.

"I want to know if you are ok, JK." You smiled softly. He hurting you it's not ok, even if by accident, but that's a subject for another moment, now the focus is on him only. He sighed, closing his eyes and letting himself relax at your touch, feeling the soft tips of your fingers drying his tears. He took a deep breath once, twice, three times before nodding.

"I'm. I just need to go to bathroom."

"Ok." You let him get up, his well-built body looking so fragile as he walked out of the room, disappearing into the dark corridor. You got up yourself, to fix the bedding, get it ready for when he returned.

Jungkook washed his face several times, trying to get the bad impression he could still see when looking in the mirror. "When you're scared, laugh in the face of fear, he won't take you seriously and then he'll leave you alone." The child's voice rang in Jungkook's mind, making him give a weak little smile when he thought that this silly psychology has kept his sanity for years. He wiped his face with a soft towel, and then looking at himself in the mirror he made a funny face. And then another ... And one more. One funny face after another until he feels like smiling for real.

Your happy bathroom, with a nice scent of soap and cute plants, also helped a lot. The urge to cry went away much easier than at any time in Jungkook's old life.

Not really in the mood of trying to sleep again, he dragged himself back to the room, feeling the weight of the world on his legs, considering returning to playing video games and staying up all night... He saw you still on his bed, waiting for him, and stopped by the door, surprised.

"You still here..." You were zoning out, due to his delay in returning. His voice - now more peaceful - put a smile of relief in your distracted face.

"Do you want me to stay with you till you fall asleep again?" You suggested. Jungkook felt something in his chest, almost like a heartache, warm, when he heard that question.

"You don't need to..." He spoke before he could stop himself, regretting immediately, because it wasn't what he wanted to answer.

You left a warm laugh scape your lips.

"That's not what I asked, JK. Do you want me to stay?"

"Yes." You caring for him like this is like a dream to him, so, afraid of making a mistake that would make this moment end, he camly walked to you, lying on the spot you were invitingly tapping beside you, almost with his head on your lap. Almost... You covered him, taking care to wrap every inch of him with the blanket, to keep him warm, as you would do to a child, or at least, how you like to sleep when it's cold, like a comfy burrito. He felt loved. A few minutes went by, you patiently petting his hair. When you thought he would have fallen asleep, Jungkook opened his eyes to look at you thoughtfully.

"Y/N..." His voice was already sleepy.

"Hum?"

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" It's not like you're not expecting such conversation to happen sometime in the future, but at that moment the question took you by surprise.

"What do you mean, Jungkook?"

Jungkook had a hard time finding the right words. He didn't expect you to respond with another question, he wanted you to answer more objectively. A line of frustration formed between the boy's eyebrows as he thought hard on it. You just kept petting him, waiting for him to elaborate his thoughts. "I don't... know. Everybody does... I'm a pitbull and I was a fight dog... I've done so many bad and scary things, so everybody is afraid of me. The people that didn't want to adopt me, the employees of the shelter who beat me, even the doctor who saw me... She was so sweet to me, but she always saw me with a security guard in the room. Even my former owner was always armed when he came to talk to me..." He was frustrated and agitated when speaking. "He always told me that being a fighter is the only thing I good at... That I'm good at being violent. So why aren't you afraid?"

He could sense you getting dark feelings as he spoke. You were pissed, just thinking about what they did to his head made you want to punch someone. Making Jungkook think he deserves to be feared instead of being loved, pampered and adored every day of his life is unforgivable.

"First of all... Get ready because I'm going to give a speech here. Second: it is a protocol, standard procedure, to have support staff when treating new hybrids, especially when they have a history of abuse. It's not because the doctor was afraid of you, it's because she wanted to take good care of you." You paused for a breath, taking care not to be too harsh when speaking and it looked like you were scolding him, which was nowhere near your intention. You sighed and pulled a lock of hair out of his eyes. "Jungkook, you can't believe in any word your former owner told you. If he was always armed when he came to talk to you, it wasn't because he was afraid of you, it was because he wanted you to be afraid of him. He is very bad person. And he's in jail for all the evil he's done, for you and many other people ... And he's a liar. Nothing he has ever said or done to you can define your future or who you are. Can you believe me?"

"Yes." He said with a soft and vulnerable voice.   

He was crying again, with a little smile forming in the corner of his mouth, but still crying. And your heart can't take it.

"And the reason I'm not afraid of you...?" You raised an eyebrow and looked deep into his eyes, as if you were going to tell an incredible secret. "I recognize a cinnamonroll when I see one."   

At this, one laugh left Jungkook mouth, and you couln't think he is any cuter. "Seriously... Look at this doe eyes and sweet smile! You are a cutie pie, JK! The most precious one..." He let you squish his check with a blush taking over his whole face, but then he noticed the bruise forming in your wrist and his smile fell.

"But I did hurt you." He sadly took your hand in his. "Yes, but it can be fixed. It will heal, and it can heal even faster if I treat it right. And you can never do that again." You said logically. "How?" You pointed your index finger to the middle of Jungkook's forehead, and then to the middle of his chest.

"Healing yourself too. I know you're messed up, and that's ok. I'm here to help. We can start with therapy, you know..." Jungkook didn't like the idea of therapy at all, but for now he won't discuss it. You were probably right. "Ok." He said, snuggling closer to your leg. A very loud thunder burst outside, coming very close to the lightning, startling Jungkook, who reflexively grabbed the hem of your cotton shorts. You didn't refrain yourself from hugging him with your whole body, planting a heavy kiss on his cheek.

"Saw what i mean? You are too precious."

With his heat beating frantically he answered in a timid way.

"I don't like loud sounds... That's all."

"Is just loud, it can't hurt you." You said looking into his eyes, your nose almost touching his nose. "As long I'm here no one can hurt you." And there it is again. The smell of truth. The idea of someone as small as you protecting Jungkook from anything or anyone may seem absurd, but for no second he doubt your words, because each one of it smell like sincerity. Your eyes too, so intense as you said it, that made him want to protect you too.

"And what if you are not around when I need you?" He tested playfully. "Then you scream my name as loud as you can and I'll be there in no time!"

"Seriously?"

You seated straight, handson your hips.  

"Of course! I was on the athletics team at college. I'm super fast!" He was laughing, your work was done. "Sorry I woke you up... And thank you for saving me." Jungkook said it with so much affection it made you heart skip a beat.

"Don't worry, sweetie, I woke up to the thunder." You simply said, but he knew this one was a lie. _________________________________________________________________________ After the incredible conversation he had with you in the middle of the night, and the rest of the night well slept, Jungkook started the day very willing and happy. He could barely walk, instead it was as if his legs were jumping around the apartment by itselves. You were up hours before him, but waited to eat breakfast with him - you already had a liter of coffee by yourself anyway. Despite not being what you like to do with your life, and and having another job - running a chain of stores for your family - you have been working as a lawyer for a member office for a few months. Even working from home, you have soooo much paperwork to fill out and study, reports with deadline to deliver, to be a suuuuuper efficient employee. So after you finished eating your cereal bowl, you left Jungkook to play video games alone and locked yourself in your personal upstairs office to work.

He can hear you walking around as you talk on the phone, your voice sounding serious and professional. He was having fun by himself, such a good time with snaks and left over cake, but at the same time he was struggling on not gonna check you out. You strictly asked him to not interrupt you till lunch time. Jungkook spent an hour in this internal fight to go or not to see if you didn't need something or want a glass of juice, to maybe get scratch behind his ear and a smile from you as reward. Like... You were just upstairs and he miss you too much. He was so focused on the game and his own thoughts that he didn't even notice his steps down the stairs and into the living room.

"Jungkook. I need to sign some papers in the office. If anything I'm downstairs."

"Ok." Then you left the apartment. You were too serious. Too cold. Too focused on serious and adult things. A world-sized pout formed in Jungkook's cute face. It is only the third day with you in his life, but he already feels very used to it - your presence of light and warm hugs was able to erase all the years of loneliness that in which he learned to be alone and be satisfied with his own company. Thinking about it he decided to change his plans. He turned off the video game, stretched out and went on an adventure ... He was going to inspect every corner of the house. Field recognition.

He started in the kitchen. He found out where everything, utensils, different types of pots, foods, is kept, and with that he learned a little bit about your personality too... Everything is so methodically organized by category and size that it became very clear that you are a tidy freaky. No problem, learning to respect your habits and quirks, being clean, shouldn't be that difficult. The same style of organization also in the hall closet, and in the bathroom, and on the bookcase for games and movies. He did not enter your room or private office - although the door was open, and he could see a very large bookcase and a table full of papers and an open notebook - because he thought it would be too much intrusion. So the only place on the top floor that went through Jungkook's inspection was the terrace, where your plants are also very well cared for and categorized by type and alphabetical order - including name and scientific name signs. In the tool cabinet, he found gardening tools - as expected - and some useless things  or at least he hadn't imagined you'd have ... Like a neon pink pilates ball and an inflatable Santa Claus.

Jungkook lay on the deck chair on the terrace to sunbathe - few times in his life he had this luxury - and took the opportunity to take a nap. He woke up just before lunchtime.

"Y/N?" He checked on your office, and then in the living room. You weren't back yet, but since it was time for lunch he could finally go after you. Without hesitating he ran downstairs when he saw what time it was, escaping some steps to go faster, and without thinking, or rather remembering, that you probably wouldn't be alone in the office, Jungkook knocked twice on the door and went in before hearing an answer. So he froze by the door when he saw the two men from the other day with you in the room.

You were sharing the office chair with that hybrid - in fact he was practically sitting on your lap while you typed something on the computer, arms around him, both focused on the screen. The other guy, the human, had his back to Jungkook, hunched over the table, also looking at the same thing as you. It must be something important, because none of them noticed Jungkook's presence at first. Once again he felt that he was interrupting something he shouldn't be getting into - the little line forming between your eyebrows, while you read something on the screen in deep concentration saying it. With a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach he also felt that he should be interrupting for sure. No other hybrid should be on your lap while he is home alone. He was about to cough to get your attention, ready to make it very clear how unhappy he was with the scene, to let you know that your attitude was not cool, but the hybrid looked up from the computer, making eye contact with him. All of Jungkook's feelings are gone all of a sudden, leaving only the need to hide in a hole on the ground.

"Hi." The hybrid smiled at him, eyes turning into two crescent moons. This made you and the other guy see Jungkook too. The man, who today was dressed as a very stylish grandpa, turned around, sitting on the edge of the table and crossed his arms. JUngkook felt his face getting hot with all eyes on him.

"Oh, JK. I didn't see it's lunchtime already. Sorry." You said, checking your wristwatch.   

Jungkook couldn't answer, his voice stuck in his throat.

"We ran into each other in the hall yesterday, right?" The human calmly asked Jungkook, not really waiting for an answer. His eyes were so intimidating, a whole dominating vibe coming from him. "He's the one living with you?"

"Yes! This is Jungkook." You pridely said, giving a light pat on the hybrid knee, so he could let you get up. "And this is Taehyung, my friend who rents the studio across the hall. And this little cutie here Jimin he works for me as a counter."

"I like numbers!" Jimin said, cat ears excitedly pointed up. "Nice to meet you." Jungkook finally put some word out, still avoiding eye contact. You closed some folders, saved some docs... Finding it super cute that Jungkook was so shy.

"Let's eat." You stated. "Finally..." Teahyung and Jimin whined in unison. Taehyung out of nowhere lost his frightening posture, practically becoming a child right in front of Jungkook. A very excited child.

"Can we get hamburgers today? Last time Jimin chose, and before him was you..." He picked his shoulder bag and went to the door, stopping right next to Jungkook, who practically froze in place.

You followed suit, stopping on the other side of Jungkook, pressing a reassuring hand against the boy's back.

"I actually want to put Jungkook on a healthier diet. A regular meal would be better." You softly but certainly said with a smile, no room for debate. You wouldn't say that out loud, because it would be exposing Jungkook unnecessarily, and you don't know if he would like it, but his blood tests, done at the shelter, showed anemia, among other consequences of a poor diet, even though he is strong his health was not very good, and your plan is to take care of it.

" I think Jungkook could choose, since he is new." Jimin practically put everyone out to lock the door.

The silence that followed made Jungkook look up from the floor to see that the three were looking at him expecting him to say something he wanted to eat.

"Me..meat?" It was the first thing that came to his mind.

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[ggukcangetit]

Dreamcatchers 4

Pairing: jungkook x oc

Synopsis: DI Jeon didn’t need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories.

Genre/AU: fluff/action/mystery | detective! au | police!jungkook, police!oc

Word Count: 4.4k

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: mentions of violence, alcohol, blood, drugs, death. Basically stuff you’d associate with a murder mystery/crime drama

Previous: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Acknowledgement: shoutout to @stutterfly​ for designing this beautiful banner which i am completely in love with and stare at for no particular reason throughout the day. also a big thank you to @kinktae​ for helping get through a really tricky bit in this chapter :*

A/N:  reminding everyone that this story features a named oc because i’m still very unfamiliar with writing second person reader inserts. i’m not aiming for strict accuracy in this story, and all criminal investigation/forensics knowledge i have has been gathered by watching crime drama/procedural dramas! my knowledge of geography is also not totally accurate so apologies for that. once again, one thing right by @hobios​ prompted me to write a police inspector! jungkook story. would highly recommend reading that because it’s probably one of my most favorite pieces of writing!

Time: 4.37 am

Yuri had spent the entire night researching Park Jimin. Right from where he went to school up to all the scandalous newspaper articles recounting every aspect of his personal life. Priding herself on being able to maintain a professional outlook in her investigations, Yuri couldn’t help but feel appalled by what she had found. Park Jimin appeared to be arrogant, sleazy, manipulative, privileged, and everything that she despised in a person. Yoongi’s words rang in her head as she contemplated dropping the idea of acquiring a blood sample from the prodigal son of Park. No, this wasn’t because of her last case in Seoul. That was not why she was backing off. This was simply because she had no patience to deal with the self-absorbed antics of a privileged 20-something man.

Closing one of the last tabs, she caught sight of a familiar face. Not familiar in the way that you recognise an old friend, but familiar like a phrase you hear and cannot for the life of you remember where it was from. Park Jimin was seen exiting a famous restaurant in downtown Busan and beside him was another young man, so extraordinarily eye-catching in his loose trousers and green cardigan in a way that only an exquisite piece of art is.

An exquisite piece of art…

That was it. That was the phrase that made it click in her head.

“He’s literally a piece of art!”

“I mean, yes, he’s definitely conventionally attractive,” conceded Ahreum, a little annoyed that her photography was almost completely being ignored. “But what do you think of the pictures?”

“‘Conventionally attractive’? Is that the best you can do with your Literature & Creative Writing degree?”

Of course! This was Ahreum’s friend and Instagram muse.

Yuri snatched her phone from it’s charging spot and quickly scrolled through her friend’s Instagram. Sure enough, Park Jimin’s friend in loose trousers and green cardigan stared back at her from various parts of Busan, his expressions varying only slightly but creating completely different moods throughout Ahreum’s profile.

Kim Taehyung…

xxx

Yuri checked her phone for the fifth time in the last 3 minutes. Ahreum was supposed to pick her up at 8 am. It was currently 8.02 am. Not that it really made much of a difference, but she was raring to go ahead with her plan. A plan she had no doubt could easily blow up in her face, but weeks of fitful sleep coupled with shots of sugary coffee had given her a weird adrenaline rush which she didn’t want to lose.

A couple of minutes later, Ahreum pulled up outside her apartment, her large bike contrasting heavily with her petite person.

“Still don’t see why I couldn’t drive to the place,” muttered Yuri, putting on the large helmet with artistic paint splatters all over.

“The plan was to corner Jimin, and you can’t do that in your car which has a fucking police sticker right at the back.”

Yuri frowned. “Your plan was to corner Jimin. I just wanted to talk to him. And -” she fixed her bag across her body and put both hands on Ahreum’s shoulders - “I kept the sticker for parking privileges. I can take it off whenever.”

“Whatever. Just hold on tight,” said Ahreum, revving up the bike.

4.5 minutes later, they had reached their destination. Yuri knew that it had been 4.5 minutes because she had been fervently counting the seconds to distract herself from falling off the vehicle

“WHO drives like that? Are you totally insane?” she managed to get out, her hands fumbling on the straps of the helmet.

Ahreum gave her a sheepish grin. “Sorry, timing is essential in this case. Tae had texted me that they had reached just before I left from my place. We don’t have a lot of time. So I ugh-”

“Whatever. Let’s just get on with it.” Yuri tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear, and mentally rehearsed everything she was going to tell Jimin.

Unfortunately, fate had other things in mind, because as soon as they opened the door to the diner, a familiar face (which most definitely should not have been there) spotted them and came over.

“Fuck.” Ahreum pulled out her phone and frantically sent Taehyung a text before the entire plan went down the drain.

“Yuri? Ahreum? What are you two doing here?” asked Seulgi, her long brown hair looked freshly washed and smelt of flowers.

A: why didnt u warn me that s was here fuck fuck fuck

T: i didnt see her… look it wont be that big a problem will it

A: pls tae the last time she saw ur boy they almost set fire to the library

T: shit ur right… umm maybe she-

Ahreum paused her frantic texting as soon as Seulgi came over to them. She gave Yuri a quick nod and decided to wing the situation as best as she could.

“Seulgi! This is incredible! I can’t believe we ran into you like this!” Ahreum hugged the taller girl. “I wanted Yuri to try the breakfast here so we decided to drop by before she had to get to the station. This is really incredible, I was planning to call you today actually. It’s almost time for me to choose my specialization and I wanted to-”

Yuri took this chance to slip off, as Ahreum steered Seulgi outside the diner. She didn’t really know why Ahreum was so intent on Seulgi and Jimin not meeting, but she trusted her best friend’s reasons.

Looking around, she saw that the large table near the window was occupied by the people she had been looking for. Kim Taehyung and his best friend Park Jimin. The latter had his back towards her, and as she approached she saw Taehyung’s eyes fall on her. She gave him a small wave, gesturing towards her phone’s lockscreen - a picture of her and Ahreum.

His face lit up in recognition as he stood up to greet her. “Hello! I’m Kim Taehyung. I thought Ahreum would be with you.”

“She’s umm…” Yuri glanced towards the doors of the diner through which Ahreum had led Seulgi out. “She’ll be here in a bit.”

“DI Choi, that’s not really true,” Jimin turned towards her, his eyes cold and alert. “Taehyung, your friend is diverting dear Dr. Ahn before she could see us and sabotage their poorly constructed ambush of me.”

Taehyung’s mouth hung open slightly, not really sure what was going on. “DI Choi? As in Choi Yuri? As in Ahreum’s best friend from school?”

“Yes,” said Yuri, feeling extremely awkward. She had expected to get two words in before Jimin caught on, but it seemed like she had severely underestimated him. “I’m sorry Ahreum didn’t tell you what this meeting was about. These aren’t the most favorable circumstances for us to meet. Nonetheless, I’ve heard a lot about you and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Taehyung bowed in response, but his expression was still uncertain.

“What brings you here, DI Choi?” asked Jimin. “I doubt it was because you were dying to see me again. But -” he stood up and leaned towards her ever so slightly - “I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea if that were really the case.”

Not for the first time, Yuri realized how powerful Park Jimin’s presence was. She could see him becoming a very successful CEO with how he commanded people’s attention. However, she couldn’t shake off the uncomfortable feeling his gaze elicited. It was like she couldn’t predict what he was going to do next, much less fathom what was going on inside his head.

“Mr. Park,” she said, sitting down on one of the sofas in the booth. Taehyung and Jimin followed suit, but this time, they were both seated on the same side. “I’m afraid this isn’t a social call. I’ve come to talk to you about the ongoing investigation regarding the death of Kang Eunwoo.”

“I believe I answered all of your questions last time,” said Jimin, narrowing his eyes. “In fact, I believe I answered all of DI Jeon’s questions. You didn’t have much to say, as I recall.”

Taehyung’s head snapped towards his friend. "Jeongguk? You were at the station? Why didn’t you tell me, Jimin? What’s going on?”

“You and I both know that you didn’t provide much information. But that’s not what-”

"I don't think I was really required to answer any of your questions, DI Choi. Linking me to a rival company heir's death without a shred of evidence - " he leaned forward once again, his silver bangs falling over his forehead - "Some would consider that harassment. That would mean my lawyer would have to become involved. And neither of us want that, now do we?"

This is harassment. You really don't want to know how I deal with any kind of harassment, DI Choi.

Yuri took a deep breath, trying to ignore the words that kept her up almost every night.

"Your cooperation is highly appreciated, Mr Park," she continued, placing her hands on the table. "However, in order to save you from any further harassment, there is something you could help us out with."

Jimin did not respond immediately, giving Yuri the time to continue her, frankly, insane idea.

"We would require you to provide a blood sample. Which would help us eliminate you from the investigation. It shouldn't take up too much of your time - just a short visit to the station, and you'd be free of us."

Yuri waited for a response - anger, disbelief, frustration - anything really. What she didn't expect was laughter. Full on hysterical laughter. In fact, Taehyung was probably not expecting it either because he kept glancing at his friend worriedly.

"You are truly remarkable, DI Choi," said Jimin, once he had calmed down. He wiped a lone tear from his left eye, the many rings on his fingers glinting in the sunlight. "After everything that you've witnessed, you really thought you could somehow convince me to provide a blood sample? Sweetheart, I have 10 years worth of DNA that the police have been trying to get a hold off. Do you really think you'd be able to convince me when you weren't even able to get an alibi out of me?"

Yuri's face fell slightly, her mind grappling with ways in which the situation could be salvaged. It was at this point that Ahreum came over, looking distinctly more worn out than when they had arrived at the diner.

"Ahreum." Jimin turned his attention to the other girl. "You have such an interesting friend. Are you sure she's from Seoul? I didn't think such naivety could survive in the capital. Much less in law enforcement."

Ahreum frowned, snatching up the glass of water in front of Taehyung and gulping down the entire contents. "Stop being a dick for once in your life, Jimin."

"I love when you talk dirty to me." Jimin winked at her.

"Cool it, Jimin," said Taehyung, his expression no longer confused and worried. "Ahreum, what the fuck is going on?"

Ahreum looked at Yuri, not sure how she could help with the situation. Apparently, things hadn't gone well while she had been diverting Seulgi. "I'm sorry, Tae. I don't know anything other than Yuri wanting to meet Jimin."

"But you knew it had something to do with an investigation," said Taehyung, his handsome features creasing. "Why didn't you tell me that your best friend Yuri was a detective? That doesn't seem like information to just leave out."

Ahreum looked at him guiltily. In Taehyung's eyes, he was the only one who had no idea what was going on, and he felt both hurt and betrayed by her. This entire plan had been a train-wreck and to make matters worse, Seulgi had returned to the diner because she had dropped her keys inside.

"What the hell?" Seulgi stood at their table, her eyes narrowing disapprovingly. "What're you doing here, Park?"

"Hello to you too, darling," said Jimin, leaning back into the sofa lazily. "It's been so long since I've seen that beautiful face of yours."

"So." Seulgi turned towards Ahreum. "Are you really interested in going into forensics? Or was it just a way to distract me so that I wouldn't run into him?"

"Seulgi, I-"

"Darling, they were just trying to convince me to provide a blood sample," interrupted Jimin, his face curling into a smirk. "Was that your idea? You know I would've said yes in a heartbeat if you had asked nicely."

"Fuck you, Park!" spat Seulgi. She turned to Yuri and shook her head. "This isn't how I thought you'd get things done. I can't believe you're bargaining with a murder suspect!"

"Now that's a bit harsh, isn't it darling?" Jimin was enjoying the situation immensely.

"Jimin, don't." Taehyung warned his friend.

"Seulgi, please, this isn't what you think-" Ahreum ran out after the taller girl, the diner eerily quiet after the blowout.

"Jimin, you can find your way home yourself, right?" asked Taehyung, getting up to swipe his credit card at the counter. "I have to go."

Jimin nodded, his fingers lazily running through his silver hair. It was a wonder all the rings didn’t get caught in his hair.

"And Yuri - " Taehyung paused, his long fingers clenching around the plastic of the card - "It was nice meeting you, I guess."

"I think that went rather well, DI Choi" said Jimin, once they were the only two left at the table. "I was thoroughly entertained."

Yuri pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on. "My apologies for wasting your time, Mr. Park. Have a good rest of the day."

Once outside, she realised that Ahreum had left. Her mode of transportation had left. Without letting her know. She sighed and unlocked her phone, trying to figure out if it would be easier to walk back home or to the station.

"Were you abandoned as well?"

Yuri took a deep breath, preparing herself before facing Jimin once again.

"Friends these days aren't what they used to be."

"I don't know you, Mr. Park." Yuri crossed her arms and tilted her head to one side. "I have no preconceived notions, and I have no affiliations in this place. I am merely doing my job - trying to find out how Kang Eunwoo died. I don't really understand why you're trying your damned best to make things difficult for us. But let me tell you one thing- I'm not going to stop until I get to the truth."

Jimin seemed at a loss for words for the first time since she had met him.

"If you didn't have anything to do with Eunwoo's death, providing the blood sample should be nothing more than a formality for you. But by declining to assist us, you're pushing us into thinking you do have something to hide. I don't know about you, Mr. Park, but if I were involved in a murder investigation, I'd like my name cleared as soon as possible. All personal conflicts aside."

xxx

Back at the station, Yuri felt her head was going to explode. She hadn't eaten anything the entire day, her morning coffee forgotten in the chaos of the diner mission. On top of that, her desk had a large pile of papers waiting to be read.

"Goh dropped these off when he came in," said Jeon, noticing how she was staring at the pile. "Just procedural stuff - it's pretty much the same everywhere in the country. But each station requires anyone who joins to read through them and sign."

"Oh, I see -" Yuri stopped abruptly, her head spinning towards her partner. He had never managed to go two words without snapping at her, much less initiate a civil conversation. Why was he suddenly behaving like this? Was this some kind of trap? Was he baiting her?

Jeon seemed completely unaware of Yuri's internal dilemma, and continued typing on his work laptop until his phone pinged with a message. He quickly closed the laptop and walked towards the exit, already speaking to someone on the phone.

Yuri glared at his desk, trying to figure out what he was playing at. Gradually, her eyes landed on that wretched file. The 2nd Nov case file. The file that seemed to be Jeon's purpose of existence.

The 2nd November case that Jeongguk’s been overseeing - I want you to go over it. You might be able to help

Yoongi's words rang in her head. She began reaching over the partition that divided her desk from Jeon's, her hand was just a few centimeters from the file-

"Need some help?"

Yuri jumped in astonishment, Jeon's voice startling her into knocking her knee into the desk. She ignored the throbbing sensation, and focused on trying to explain herself.

"Need a pen to sign the papers. Mine's out of ink."

Jeon seemed to buy this reason, and picked up a pen from the large stack sitting inside a pale red mug on his desk.

"Anything else?" he asked, when her eyes kept flitting back to his desk.

"N-no." Yuri sat down hurriedly, sifting through the papers she hadn't looked over even once.

The next hour went by without much incident. Yuri had managed to grab a dodgy looking sandwich from the break room, and somehow finished it off in between large gulps of water. Never again was she leaving the house without eating.

Her texts to Ahreum had gone unanswered so far, which was hardly surprising. Yuri was pretty sure she was trying to explain things to Taehyung. It was best to give her some space at this point - she'd call and check on her later at night.

Jeon's phone rang again causing him to rush out once more, and from the fragments that Yuri managed to catch, it was Chief Inspector Goh on the other line.

"DI Choi?"

Yuri was stunned to see Park Jimin standing by her desk.

"How can I help you, Mr. Park?" she asked, after a moment's pause.

"I'm here to... cooperate."

"You're agreeing to the blood sample?" she asked, incredulously.

"Yes."

Yuri cursed under her breath. It was lunchtime, which meant that Seulgi and most of her team would be off.

Suho happened to be passing by at just that moment. "DI Choi, can I speak to you for a moment?"

"S-sure. Mr. Park, please wait here for a moment."

"You managed to convince Jimin to provide a blood sample?" asked Suho, lowering his voice.

"I guess so..."

"The labs are closed for lunch right now."

"I know." Yuri bit her lip in frustration. "I don't know how long he'll be willing to wait. It's already a miracle that he's showed up."

"I think I saw one of the junior lab technicians come back early," Suho wondered out loud. "Let me call him and ask."

Yuri waited as Suho dialed the number on his phone. In the meantime, Jeon had returned, his eyes catching sight of Jimin and temporarily halting him in his tracks.

What followed next was one of the most stressful 3 minutes of Yuri's life. Jeon was speaking to Jimin, when Suho informed her that the junior technician was available to draw a blood sample but would not be able to stay long enough for the sample to be handed over to either his senior or Seulgi herself. This was a definite issue because according to the station's protocol, junior lab technicians were not allowed to officially check in anything related to an ongoing investigation. It seemed like Yuri would have to wait at the lab until Seulgi or a senior technician came back, so that the sample would not be left alone until it had been properly entered into the system. The only problem was, Jeon appeared to be packing his stuff and Yuri's window to grab the 2nd Nov file was closing. This would've been the perfect moment, given that he was slightly distracted due to his conversation with Jimin. Suho seemed to sense the conflict raging within her, and offered to wait at the lab instead.

"Are you sure?" asked Yuri, her attention fixed on the file still on Jeon's desk.

"Yes," said Suho. "But I think you should tell Jimin that I'll be taking him to the lab instead of you. He'll probably take it better if it’s coming from you."

Yuri nodded and walked over to where the two men were having a conversation.

"- a bit annoyed that he didn't know I had been down here." Jimin chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

"Why didn't you tell him, then?" asked Jeon, frowning. Yuri took this opportunity to swipe the file from his desk.

"Ah! DI Choi, I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me," said Jimin, his eyes falling on Yuri.

"Sorry for making you wait. Unfortunately, I have some urgent matters to attend to. DS Lim will take you to the lab and make sure everything is alright." She hid the file under her coat, and beckoned for Suho to come over. "Thank you once again for your cooperation, Mr. Park."

Jeon raised his eyebrow questioningly, but Yuri was out of the station before he could get a word in. She didn't have much time before he realised his precious file was missing.

Once inside her car, Yuri opened the file and read through every single inch of it. It was a grim case no doubt - a single mother had been stabbed to death by a homeless drunk, who was assumed to be the father of her three year old daughter. The girl had been missing since then, while the man awaited his trial in jail.

The pictures were quite awful. The small nook where she had been living told a rather tragic, almost pathetic, story. A young woman without many choices. Her pale, lifeless body only added to the sense of despair. Yuri wondered why Jeon was so obsessed with this case. Sure, it was terribly sad, but not unlike many other drunken brawls resulting in an unfortunate death. She wondered who was in charge of looking for the girl at this point. According to the file, no body had turned up in over a month. Which meant that she was either alive or her body would probably never be found. If the former was true, there was a high probability that this was a kidnapping. It didn't make much sense. Maybe there was something she was missing...

Staring at the picture of the woman's corpse, her eyes caught sight of a small detail - a ring. A ring which looked very familiar.

Sifting through the pictures, she found a close up of the ring in question. It had been lying near the body and it was assumed that the ring had fallen from her person at some point during the struggle.

Only...

Yuri took out her phone and quickly snapped a shot of the picture of the ring. This was absolutely against protocol, but she was desperate at this point.

It had been 20 minutes since she had run out of the station, and after making sure that Jeon had left, she made her way back in and dropped the file at his desk.

xxx

"Did you clear things up with Taehyung?" asked Yuri, sitting down at the table.

Ahreum picked up some pasta with her tongs and placed it on Yuri's plate. Tonight's dinner was in honor of Namjoon making it home before the clock struck midnight.

"Yeah, he's not one to hold grudges. He was just a little upset that I had lied to him."

"He looked quite betrayed when he realised that we had set them up like that."

"Don't worry about it." Ahreum shrugged while pouring wine into the glasses. "He's fine now."

"Tae can't stay mad at Ahreum for too long." The deep voice sounded familiar yet strange to Yuri, who had barely interacted with Ahreum's older brother when they had all been living in the same city.

"Namjoon!" she stood up, giving him a hug. He was still awkward with any kind of physical affection, though he had grown into his limbs and no longer resembled a gangly teenager. "Took me 4 days but I finally managed to get a glimpse of you."

"Ah," he said, pushing his black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Sorry about that, Yuri. I had a major project due last night so I was basically living at the library doing research."

"Well, I hope it's not going to be as difficult to meet you from now on. You and Ahreum are the only people I know here."

"No new friends yet?" asked Namjoon, digging into the pasta. "Ahreum, this is delicious! We should've called Seokjin over. He always appreciates good food."

"Seokjin? As in the guy who runs The Moon's Post Office?" asked Yuri.

"The one and the same. How do you know him?" asked Namjoon.

"Happened to visit the bakery on my first day here. He's got quite a way with shortcrust pastry."

Namjoon laughed at this. "I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that. That place is Seokjin's pride."

"But back to the friends question," he continued, grabbing another helping of pasta. "Detective work not leaving you much time to socialize?"

"Sort of..."

"She's been having trouble with her new partner," piped up Ahreum, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Maybe you can help her out on that front."

"Oh? Who's your partner?"

"Jeon Jeongguk."

"You're not getting along with Jeongguk?!" Namjoon nearly spilled the wine on himself.

"Namjoon, please calm down. It's not that serious," said Ahreum, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry," her brother murmured, placing the glass back on the table. "It's just... I know you both. There's no reason for you to not get along."

"He's being a dick," supplied Ahreum, helpfully. "Not sure why. Doesn't sound like the guy you're always gushing about."

"I don't think 'gushing' is the right word... but I get your point. Has he said anything to you, Yuri?" asked Namjoon.

Yuri didn't hear what Namjoon had said. Her attention was fixed on her phone, specifically on an email from Seulgi. The blood on Eunwoo's sleeve was a match for the sample taken from Park Jimin earlier that day.

xxx

another chapter done!

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Two Worlds Collide Epilogue!

Read it on AO3 | Rated: NC-17 | Stella x Scully

Epilogue

(This is it, you guys! Make sure you’ve caught up first here.)

June 2019

The Wyoming sun blazed hot and bright overhead as students crossed the stage one by one, receiving their diplomas and turning their tassels. Scully remembered—however vaguely—the thrill of walking across that stage, knowing her whole life was ahead of her. How differently it had all ended up from the future she’d imagined for herself that long-ago day.

“I can’t quite believe I’m sitting here,” she whispered, tears swimming across her vision.

“Feeling old, are you?” Stella squeezed her fingers.

“A little,” she admitted. “But mostly just so…grateful.”

“He looks so handsome,” Maggie murmured from Scully’s other side. “So grown up.”

“He does,” she agreed. Her son was a man now, standing tall and proud in his blue robes on the risers at the front of the field, waiting for his name to be called. He had a long wait ahead of him before the principal made it through the alphabet to Van De Kamp.

Since that first reunion at Will’s eleventh birthday party, there had been more meetings, more parties, and as he grew older, even a handful of emails and phone calls. She’d gotten to watch him grow—albeit from afar—and now she was here to watch him graduate from high school. When she thought back on that first terrifying, heartbreaking year of his life, it seemed almost impossible that this moment had come.

Today, she sat between Stella and her mother, a few rows behind the Van De Kamps. Mulder was on the other side of Maggie, and somewhere off in the stands were more familiar faces, faces she hadn’t seen in years, people she couldn’t wait to hug after the ceremony was over.

“William Van De Kamp,” the principal called.

Will walked across the stage, his red hair gleaming from beneath his cap. Her baby. Her son. Her William. Tears rolled over her cheeks, and her heart swelled in her chest, filled to bursting with happiness and pride as she watched him receive his diploma.

Stella took her left hand, squeezing tightly, as Maggie took her right. When Scully darted a glance in either direction, she saw tears on both of their cheeks as well. She smiled, holding tight to the two women she loved most.

After the ceremony finished, things grew somewhat chaotic as everyone stood, pushing their way through the crowd to find their newly minted graduates. Scully was jostled this way and that as she, Stella, Maggie, and Mulder made their way to the sidelines, letting Will celebrate first with his parents.

And then, there he was, weaving through the crowd toward her. He walked straight up to her, grinning like the boy he’d been, not the man he’d become, as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet with the strength of his embrace.

“Congratulations,” she said, closing her eyes as she breathed him in, this life she’d created, carried inside her for nine months and nursed for eleven. The boy she loved with every fiber of her heart. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” he said in that deep voice she still hadn’t quite gotten used to. “I’m so glad you could come.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

He released her, turning to Mulder, who greeted him with an enthusiastic back slap and more congratulations. Will was nearly as tall as his father and every bit as handsome. Maggie was next, tears streaming down her cheeks as she hugged her grandson. Stella greeted Will more quietly than the rest of their group, but the pride in her eyes shone just as bright.

The Van De Kamps joined them for another round of hugs, and then they headed off with Will to take pictures and greet more family before the party that would be happening later at their house. Scully turned to Stella after they’d gone, wrapping her arms tightly around her. Stella stroked her hair, murmuring words of comfort as Scully regained her composure.

“Well, if you aren’t a sight for sore eyes.”

She turned at the familiar voice to see Skinner walking toward her through the crowd, bald head gleaming in the sunshine. Doggett and Reyes walked beside him, all of them smiling widely. Scully had been unsure at first about inviting them, but since they’d all been such an important part of William’s first year of life, and since she hadn’t seen them in so long, she hadn’t been able to resist the X Files family reunion.

There were more hugs, more laughter, and in Stella’s case…introductions.

“You look good, Dana,” Doggett said. “Happy.”

“Thanks, John. So do you.”

“I have Monica to thank for that,” he said, looking at his wife with unabashed affection in his eyes.

“Did I hear my name?” Reyes sidled over, wrapping an arm around his waist as her warm gaze settled on Scully. “How are you, Dana?”

“Good,” she said, threading her fingers through Stella’s. “Really good.”

As she looked at the circle of people around her, she realized they were all good. Better than good, really. Doggett was an Assistant Director in the FBI, and he and Reyes had an eight-year-old daughter, Elena. As for Skinner, now that he was no longer saddled with the X Files, he’d finally been promoted to Deputy Director.

“Hey there, partner,” Mulder said, walking over to Reyes. A few years ago, the two of them had opened their own private investigation firm. Now, they worked together to solve unexplained cases, often consulting for the FBI. And he looked happier than she’d ever seen him. He had his life’s work back, and this time, no one could take it away from him.

After they’d all spent a few minutes catching up, they separated to their respective vehicles to make their way to the Van De Kamps’ farm for the graduation party, where they spent the rest of the afternoon celebrating with all the other people in Will’s life, sharing food and drinks and conversation. It had surprised Scully at first, how welcoming everyone in the Van De Kamp family had been to her and Mulder. Her son couldn’t have been raised by better people.

Will made his way over to Scully and Stella, soda can in one hand, cell phone in the other. “I was wondering, what would you think about me coming to visit you guys in London for a few weeks this summer?”

Scully pressed a hand over her mouth. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smile and a shrug. “I’ve never been to Europe, never even left the country, and I figured this is a good chance before I start college in the fall.”

“What do your parents think?” she asked, darting a glance at the Van De Kamps.

“They’re cool with it,” Will said.

“Then there’s nothing I would love more,” she told him, trying her damndest to keep the tears out of her eyes until after he’d walked away. “I could take some time off work and show you around, I mean…unless you’d rather not spend that much time with me.”

“I do,” he said with a laugh. “It sounds great.”

She pulled him in for an impromptu hug. “I can’t wait.”

***

Stella had laughed when Scully suggested they rent the same cabin they stayed in seven years ago, but she wasn’t laughing now. Now, she was sweating. And not just from exertion. Scully had insisted they hike to the mountaintop overlook where they’d shared such a memorable afternoon together all those years ago. It was hotter today than it had been that day and also cloudier, giving the air a heavy, humid feel that had Stella’s hair curling and her patience fraying.

“Not quite as easy at fifty-five as it was at forty-eight,” Scully commented with a smile as she spread out their blanket, but despite her complaint, she didn’t look especially taxed. As far as Stella could see, she hadn’t even broken a sweat. Her hair was frizzing, though. It always did when the weather was humid, even more so than Stella’s.

“Oh, fuck off,” Stella told her. “You could hike circles around me, and you know it.”

Scully grinned over her shoulder at her. “Like you swam laps around me this morning in the lake?”

Stella settled beside her on the blanket, looking out at the sheer rock faces before them. Below, their lake glittered a rich, deep blue from within the lush green of the valley. “It looks the same, doesn’t it?”

“Mostly,” Scully agreed. “Although I do see a few more houses down there than I remember.”

“We’ve changed,” Stella said. Since the last time she sat here, she’d risen through the ranks to Detective Chief Superintendent, a managerial position that offered her a lot more power and more predictable hours.

Scully—in her never-ending search for new and exciting challenges at work—had left her job as a forensic pathologist last year and accepted a staff position at the local university to teach forensics, although she still consulted with the Met on occasion when they needed an expert opinion. Now, they were both home in time for dinner most nights.

She and Stella had bought a new flat together, a bigger space with two guest bedrooms for Scully’s friends and family to stay in when they visited from the states. Maggie came several times a year and often stayed a week or longer. She was so taken with London that Stella wouldn’t be surprised if she moved there someday too.

“We’re older,” Scully commented in response to Stella’s statement.

“Wiser,” she countered.

“More content.” Scully reached over and squeezed her hand.

It was true. Stella hadn’t known this kind of contentment was possible, at least not for her. The last time they sat here, she’d been so frightened of her feelings, terrified to tell Scully she loved her, desperately trying to avoid that next step in their relationship.

“You know,” Scully said as she gave Stella a funny look. “I think you were wearing those same pants that day. I remember the zippers on the pockets.”

“Was I?” Stella had chosen them today for a reason, and it was all she could do not to clap her hand over the slight bulge in her left pocket. Her pulse spiked, and dammit, she was sweating again.

“I don’t know how you keep clothes for that long,” Scully teased. “And they still look brand new. Mine all get stains or holes after a few years, and I throw them out.”

“Spending too much time on your knees, are you?” she shot back, earning a laugh from Scully.

“You would know.”

“Care to refresh my memory? I am getting older, as you so kindly pointed out.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you remember this,” Scully said with a wicked grin as she crawled into Stella’s lap, pushing her down flat on the blanket. “I think you remember what we did on this blanket last time too.”

“Actually, it’s my turn to get on my knees today,” Stella said, flipping them so Scully lay beneath her. “Or…on one knee, at least.”

Scully froze, blue eyes wide, lips parted in a silent O.

Heat washed over Stella’s skin, the realization that there was no going back. Not that she wanted to. She’d never wanted anything in her life more than she wanted this moment. But she wanted it to be perfect, and romantic gestures weren’t exactly her forte. Heart thumping against her ribs, she backed onto her knees, hovering over Scully as she unzipped her left pocket and pulled out the ring. She clasped it against her palm.

“Dana, when I first saw you walking across the field toward my crime scene over twenty years ago, I felt something spark between us. It scared me. It terrified me, honestly. I’d never felt anything like that with another person before.”

“I felt it too,” Scully whispered, tears already leaking from her eyes as she sat up to face Stella.

“Our worlds collided that day, and nothing in my life was ever quite the same.”

Scully nodded breathlessly, her bottom lip trembling.

“After you left, I tried to put you out of my mind. I mean, we’d only spent two nights together. How could that possibly mean as much as it felt like it had?” Stella’s cheeks grew hot, her eyes wet.

“But it did,” Scully said. “I know.”

“And when you came back to London, right after I’d come off that awful case in Belfast, there was that connection again, this thing between us that scared the fuck out of me because it was so strong, so powerful, and I was so sure I was going to fuck it up.”

“Oh, I remember,” Scully said, smiling through her tears.

“But here we are, seven years later.” Stella’s voice was hoarse as she forced the words past the lump of emotion in her throat. “You make me happier than I knew it was possible to be. Dana, I love you more than anything in the world.”

Scully was crying in earnest now, nodding through her tears, red hair clinging to her damp cheeks. “Same. I love you so much.”

“But there’s one thing that would make me even happier.” She unclenched her hand, holding the ring between shaking fingers. “Dana Katherine Scully, would you do me the incredible honor of agreeing to be my wife?”

“Yes.” Scully was nodding almost before the words were out of Stella’s mouth. “A million times yes. Oh, Stella…” She gasped as Stella slid the ring onto her finger. “It’s so beautiful. I love it. I love you.”

“I always said blue was your color.” Stella looked down at the ring she’d chosen, a simple gold band with a sapphire at its center. It was a nontraditional ring from one nontraditional woman to another. And now that she saw it on Scully’s hand, her eyes overflowed with tears of joy.

“It’s absolutely perfect.” Scully leaned forward, capturing her lips for a lingering kiss.

“You’re perfect,” Stella countered.

“Not even close.”

“You’re perfect for me.”

“And you are perfect for me.” She kissed her again. “And here I thought this day was already perfect after Will’s graduation. Best day of my life, by far.”

“It has been a pretty great one.” The emotion that filled Stella now was steady and calm, a soul-deep contentment that she would spend the rest of her life with the amazing woman in front of her.

They lay together on the blanket, side by side, basking in the moment. Scully rolled to face her. “You know, I think I should pick out a ring for you too once we’re back in London. I want the world to know you’re my fiancée.”

“Really?” Stella had never imagined herself wearing a ring, but she didn’t dislike the idea of it either. “I’ll leave that up to you, then.”

“Okay.” Scully grinned at her. “I’ll surprise you.”

“I hate surprises.” Stella leaned forward to kiss her, pressing their bodies together, heat growing everywhere they touched.

“You like them when they’re from me,” Scully reminded her, one hand sliding between Stella’s thighs, tongue licking into her mouth, lighting Stella on fire from head to toe.

“I do,” she murmured against Scully’s lips. “I do.”

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Well, this is it, you guys! I hope you have enjoyed reading Two Worlds Collide as much as I enjoyed writing it. I have so much love for these characters, and it has brought me a ridiculous amount of joy to write this story for them. Please let me know your thoughts on this final chapter. Your comments mean so much to me!

Since some of you have asked, I do have plans to write some Stella/Scully bonus scenes set in this world when I have time/inspiration. (and on that note, please feel free to send me prompts!) But just last week, I started thinking about writing a shorter, fluffier follow-up fic to Two Worlds Collide, that would take them through their wedding. Is that something you'd like to read? And if so, do you have any specific requests for things you'd like me to include (Stella in uniform, ahem?) 😏 Feel free to prompt me here on Tumblr or find me on twitter @rachelslacey.

Thanks again for all the love for Two Worlds Collide! It has truly been a highlight of my year. xx.

#Two Worlds Collide #Stella x Scully #stella and scully #fanfic #The X Files #The Fall #Dana Scully #Stella Gibson #epilogue #this is it! #😭

[ladyfogg]

My Soul to the Devil

My Soul to the Devil

Fic Summary: After a great day at work, you and Lucifer sneak off to have a little fun together, only for your evening to be crashed by one John Constantine. Constantine Oneshots Masterpost. Lucifer Oneshots Masterpost.

Fic Song: My Soul to the Devil by Cruskin

A/N: Feels good to be posting fics again. This one was a commission!

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar/John Constantine/Female Reader

Warnings: Smut & Language

“Please, please, no applause!” you exclaim as you and Dan enter the precinct. “Any one of you could have made a major drug bust.”

The few people who are around give you half-hearted claps. Not that you expected something more. No one ever seems to pay you any attention, except Lucifer.

Speaking of, the Devil is sitting at your desk when you arrive, shoes propped up and a bored expression. “It’s about bloody time you showed up,” he said.

“Aw, did you miss me?” you ask.

Lucifer smirked and stood as you approached the desk. He met you halfway, stepping into your personal space. “We had a date,” he minded you in a low voice.

His scent invaded your nostrils and sent a tingle down your spine. “We agreed, not in the office,” you respond, though you make no move to pull back.

It has been days since you two have had any alone time and it’s starting to weigh on you. Already your body is tight with tension. Tension only Lucifer can help relieve.

“Then let’s get out of here,” Lucifer says. The heat from him is intoxicating and his natural allure already has you anxious for his touch.

Paperwork can wait until the morning.

“Meet me in the parking lot in five minutes,” you order.

“Or,” Lucifer leans down so his lips brush your ear. “you can meet me in the closet in one.”

You give a soft laugh. “I want to take my time,” you say. “Enjoy all of you.”

“Ooo, I like the sound of that,” Lucifer declares. “Alright then. Five minutes it is.”

He steps away then, leaving you feeling lightheaded. As you watch him walk, you can’t help but imagine what fun the evening has in store.

After turning off your desk lamp and gathering your things, you take the fastest route to the parking garage. This relationship between you and Lucifer has been going on for some time now. You both agreed to keep things under wraps. Well, you demanded and Lucifer whined until you reminded him that the secrecy would make the sex ten times hotter. Then he happily agreed.

His companionship has been a wonderful source of comfort, which is strange. You never thought the devil would be someone to give you stability. In the beginning, it was mostly about sex, but as time went on you started spending more and more time together with your clothes on.

At first, you didn't see him when you reached the parking garage. However, as you made a move to open your car door, strong arms seize you and pull you behind a pillar.

Lucifer shoves you against the concrete before diving in for a much-needed kiss. You groan, flinging one arm around his neck while the other fists his suit jacket.

He kisses you like he's savoring every second, tongue stroking yours leisurely. When he finally breaks to let you breathe he asks, “Your place or mine?”

“Neither,” you say.

Lucifer's eyebrows shoot up and he grins. “Where to then?”

“Get in the car.”

He doesn't need to be told twice. You both climb into his car and he peels out of the parking space, tires squealing.

About twenty minutes later you're leading him into a club you like to frequent. It's not flashy or expensive, just a small club you discovered during your demon hunting days. The clientele was a mix between mortals and others, and every now and then you like to revisit your past for nostalgia sake.

Lucifer looks less than pleased. “What the bloody hell are we doing here?” he asks, practically glued to your side.

You begin to weave through the groups of people. “I like this place,” you say, leading him to your favorite booth in the back. “It's away from everything plus you're among other mystical beings.”

You slide into the booth and pat the spot next to you. Lucifer reluctantly joins, draping his arm around you. “I was told there would be shagging.”

“Oh, there will be,” you assure him. “I just want to unwind first.”

You motion to the bartender for your usual and he nods before moving to get the drinks. Looking around, you see if there's anyone you recognize. The dance floor is starting to fill, everyone gyrating to the music.

Next to you, Lucifer makes a noise of disbelief. “What the bloody hell is he doing here?”

A waitress places your drinks on the table in front of you. “Who?” you ask, reaching for one of the glasses. You follow his gaze in time to see a man with messy dirty-blond hair and a tan trench coat strut down the steps into the club.

“John Constantine.”

You know exactly who John Constantine is. You've met him on several occasions during your travels and have heard enough about his reputation to not get too involved. Even though, given the chance, you'd climb him like a tree.

“Well, he hasn't spotted us yet,” you say. “We can slip out the back.”

“Fuck that,” Lucifer says. “Just ignore the menace.” He slips his arm around you. “Shouldn't be too hard with me right here.”

He's not wrong. That alluring pull he has is drawing you in, yet you can't help your attraction to Constantine as well. Even while keeping your focus on Lucifer, you can't help but check John out on occasion.

Lucifer must see you glance that way because he scoffs. “Really? Constantine? I thought you had better taste than that.”

“You mean I shouldn't be attracted to dark mystical men with British accents who ooze sex appeal?”

“How dare you?” Lucifer asks. “You are not comparing me to that human disaster in a filthy trench coat.”

You laugh at his indignation. “Of course not,” you say. “You keep your word. Constantine is too much of a wild card.”

Lucifer's eyes widen and he pulls away from you slightly. “Are you accusing me of being the safer option?” he asks.

With a wince, you take a second before you answer. “I mean when you put it that way…”

Lucifer looks thoroughly insulted. “Need I remind you that I'm the devil?”

“And you have a code,” you explain. “You follow your own personal rules. Constantine has none, making him more unpredictable.”

Lucifer is clearly ready to argue when his phone rings, interrupting him. It's Chloe. “We're not done with this conversation,” he says to you before he slips out of the booth to find a quiet place to take the call. “Detective, to what do I owe the pleasure…”

You glance at your own phone to make sure you're not missing anything. In the clear, you finish off your drink and decide to get your dance on. You begin to move with the music, losing yourself in the beat.

A moment later, an arm snakes around your waist. “Fancy seeing you again, love.” John's smooth voice instantly warms you.

“Hello, John,” you grin, leaning into him. “Long time no see.”

John takes your hand and spins you away from him, giving your body a once over. “Looking good.”

He draws you in close and you go with it, body buzzing with arousal.

“Last time I saw you, you were getting thrown out of a poker game for cheating,” you say. “And I had to call you a cab.”

“Oh, I remember, love.”

You spin again, only to collide with Lucifer. He wraps his arms around you without missing a beat, pulling you closer almost possessively.

“Constantine,” he says by way of greeting. “What gutter did you crawl out of?”

John smirks, squeezing your hand and pulling you, and Lucifer, closer. “Nice to see you too,” he says.

The dancing becomes a competition. You find yourself passed between the two in an almost dizzying state of motion.   

Being so close to both of them is giving you all sorts of naughty thoughts. Regardless, you can feel the tension in Lucifer's body and you know he's still reeling from your earlier comment.

“Settle a bet for us, Johnny-boy,” Lucifer says after some time. You're instantly filled with dread. “Between you and I, who is the more dangerous option?”

John looks amused, cocking his head as he studies him before his eyes land on you. He pulls you so your back is against his chest while you dance together.

“Someone choosing between us?”

“Strictly hypothetical,” you say.

You cast a glare at Lucifer, who simply raises his eyebrow in response and moves in close, trapping you between them.

“On one hand, he is the devil,” John says.

“Thank you,” Lucifer cuts in, looking smug.

���However,” John continues. “There's no need to choose when they can have both.”

Instant heat makes your cheeks flush and mouth run dry. You glance over your shoulder at him. The look John fixes you with can only be considered a smoldering one as he smirks.

Lucifer perks up, annoyance gone. “Now there's an idea…”

Suddenly the dance becomes something else entirely. Both of them are pressed against you and you find yourself trapped by their bodies. One of your hands finds John's while you snake your other arm around Lucifer's neck.

“So, what you're saying is, you're both dangerous, so I might as well have some fun.”

Lucifer leans down. “I'm always up for a threesome,” he says in your ear.

At the same time, John's lips brush your other ear. “Come on, love. You know you want to.”

He's right, you do want to. Especially after such a successful day. “Any preference where we go?”

“Follow me,” John says. And then the heat of him is gone.

You and Lucifer lock eyes. He looks thoroughly amused and motions for you to go ahead.

The three of you weave through the throngs of people, making your way toward the back of the club. John slips into a back room and as you're glancing around to make sure no one has noticed, he yanks you in.

His lips are on yours the second the door closes. Lucifer huffs as he shrugs out of his suit jacket, hanging it on the doorknob. Without warning, he pushes John to the side and takes his place. Lucifer kisses you harder, tongue pushing past yours in a successful attempt at gaining the upper hand.

John is not deterred. He drops his trench coat onto the floor before loosening his tie. “Which end do you want, mate?” he asks Lucifer.

Your heart is drumming against your ribcage as Lucifer's skilled fingers worked the buttons on your blouse. He draws away from the kiss, eyes glittering with excited arousal.

Lucifer ponders his question, spinning you just as John had done on the dance floor. Your back crashes against his chest and you feel the unmistakable outline of his bulge against your ass.

“Maybe we should let her choose?” he purrs, nuzzling your temple as he opens your shirt, bearing your chest to John.

John's eyes are hooded with lust as he eyes rake in your disheveled state. He follows Lucifer's hands as they tug on your bra straps, making your tits spill out for both to see.

“Excellent idea,” John declares, unbuttoning his pants. “How about it, love?”

Your brain is already fuzzy from the sudden escalation. This is not how you imagined your evening going. But you're going to take advantage.

“I want both of you to fuck me.”

“Ooo,” Lucifer says excitedly, letting your bra and shirt drop to the floor. “Double penetration right off the bat. You're full of surprises.”

“Ugh, stop talking,” you order.

John chuckles, shirt and pants hanging open as he moves in close. “Looks like she's just as annoyed with you as I am,” he says.

“You shut up too.” You hook your arm around his waist and pull him into a kiss.

Lucifer's mouth falls to your neck as he reaches around to undo your pants. John's tongue strokes yours eagerly, his hands cupping your tits. He's rougher than Lucifer, thumbs tweaking your nipples as he gropes you.

You gasp as Lucifer's hand slips into your pants and underwear, deft fingers stroking your slit. You barely have a chance to enjoy it before his hand is gone. The heat of him along your back disappears as he drops to his knees.

While John kisses and explores, Lucifer slowly draws your pants and underwear down. You step out of them, arms around John's neck to steady yourself.

Lucifer's hands run up the backs of your thighs before he grabs your ass, then gives one cheek a slap. You gasp, throwing your head back. John takes advantage, mouth latching onto your neck and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

Then he's gone too. In a slight daze, you watch as he drops to his knees in front of you. Just as you feel Lucifer's tongue run languidly across your pucker, John's snakes around your clit.

If neither of them was holding you, your legs would definitely give out. One of your hands falls to John's head and the other reaches back to find Lucifer's.

Two mouths taste you hungrily and your body erupts in goosebumps. The music from the club filters in through the walls, a low beat in the background. It's not enough to hide the noises you're making or the ones they are.

You moan loudly, breath coming in gasps as the seconds tick by. John's mouth is phenomenal. With his hands on your thighs, he spreads your slit with his thumbs before sliding his tongue along each fold and seam. He's humming with approval, enthralled with the taste of you.

Lucifer is equally fantastic, his tongue poking and prodding your hole until it starts to loosen for him. The tip of his finger ever so gently pushes against the tight ring of muscles, slowly sinking in.

“Fuck!” you swear, slowly moving your hips along with their mouths.

“That's the idea, love,” John smirks in between licks. He looked damn good kneeling before you.

Lucifer gives your ass another slap before pulling back. “You wouldn't happen to have lube, would you, Constantine?”

“In me coat.”

Lucifer moves away to find the lube, leaving you in John's very capable hands. Your head falls forward and you open your eyes to find John's already staring at you.

You run both hands through his hair, tugging on the strands as each flick of his tongue drags you closer to the edge. He gives you control, letting you grind against his face. His eyes flutter closed and he moans.

The next thing you know, Lucifer is at your side, knocking your hands away and giving John's hair a sharp tug himself.

“Don't let her come yet,” he orders. “Not until we've had our fun.”

John grins, panting as he licks your slick from his lips. “Aye, mate. You truly are the devil.”

Lucifer grins back before swooping down to give him an open-mouthed kiss. They share the taste of you as you try to catch your breath.

Satisfied that his orders will be headed, Lucifer lets John go and moves to sit on a large crate. John gets to his knees, one arm still firm around your waist to hold you up.

You lean against him, your hand worming its way into his pants to feel his cock. He's rock hard and you start to jerk him off, reveling in the thickness of him. Not as thick as Lucifer, but he'll still give you a nice stretch.

You glance at Lucifer only to find him stroking himself to the image of you too. Damn if it doesn't look like he's sitting on a throne.

“Bring her here,” he orders.

John grunts before reluctantly grabbing your wrist. He pulls your hand out of his pants before practically pushing you toward Lucifer.

You expect Lucifer to make you ride him, but he doesn't. He turns you around to face John, placing a firm hand on your back and forcing you to bend over.

“Give him something while I get you ready for me,” he orders.

Compelled by his voice and your own desires, you reach for John, who is already stepping out of his pants. Cock in hand, he strokes himself a few times before dragging the tip along your lips. Eagerly, you take him into your mouth.

Lucifer's lubed fingers find your pucker and he begins to stretch you while you suck John off. You lose yourself in the sensations, stomach fluttering with nervous excitement. Nothing else matters but the two men using your body.

“Bloody hell, that tongue,” John gushes as you work your mouth up and down his shaft. He strokes your hair lovingly while Lucifer places kisses along your lower back.

“She's got a wicked one, doesn't she?”

You moan around John's length, way too wound up to do anything else. The next thing you know, Lucifer is sitting back and bringing you with him.

You gasp as John slips out of your mouth, he cock coated in saliva and precum. The blunt end of Lucifer's cock presses against your ass and his hand seizes your chin.

“Such a dirty girl,” he coos. Then he slowly pushes into you. Even with the prep and lube, it's a stretch.

Your gaze is locked with John's as he watches Lucifer carefully work himself into you. John pumps himself while he watches the scene unfold. Encouraged by your moans, Lucifer grabs the backs of your thighs and hoists your legs up, forcing you to take all of him with one final thrust.

Your breath is stolen from you and all you can do is pant as Lucifer starts to fuck you. John draws a condom from his coat. You watch him roll it on, and then he's closing in on you, eyes aflame with lust and hunger.

John doesn't move as slow as Lucifer. He kneels on the crate with one knee, lines himself up, and pushes into you with a quick thrust. You suddenly find yourself fuller than you've ever been in your life.

They both fuck you at their own pace. Every time Lucifer lifts you up, John buries his cock in to the hilt, and every time John withdraws, Lucifer fucks you harder.

They no longer compete. Instead, they move in sync with each other, their chests trapping you between them once again.

“Shit! Fuck! Lucifer! John!”

Those four words are the only ones you can string together. Being so thoroughly stretched by both is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. Nothing in your detective or demon hunting days could ever come close.

“Bloody fucking hell,” John swears, forehead pressed to yours. “You take it so well, love.”

“Such a good girl,” Lucifer adds, tongue tracing the shell of your ear. “You like being used by us, don't you?”

You whimper and nod. “Use me,” you beg. “Please, use me.”

John kisses you until Lucifer growls in your ear and you turn your head to try to kiss him. Tongues sloppily moving together, John nips your neck with his teeth until his tongue joins the fray. Soon you can't tell whose is whose. All you know is that you're going to come.

“Lucifer, Lucifer, please,” you beg. “John, please. I'm so close.”

“Close to what, love?” John purrs, kissing the spot just below your ear.

“Tell us what you desire, pet,” Lucifer orders.

“Make me come,” you babble. “Please, please, one of you make me come.”

Someone's hand slips between you and John and when their thumb rubs your clit, you lose control.

You come harder than you've ever come in your life. Stars explode before your eyes.

“Shit,” Lucifer swears.

“Fuck, yeah…” John adds.

And then they're coming too. John fills the condom but you can feel Lucifer's release as he comes inside your ass. Someone rubs your clit again and it's all too much. Another smaller orgasm overtakes you and then everything fades.

You come to several seconds later, cradled in Lucifer's arms. He has pulled out and is stroking your hair, while John kneels before you both, arms around you.

“Holy...fucking...hell…” you pant.

“Welcome back,” Lucifer smiles, placing a gentle kiss on your temple.

“Gave us a scare, love,” John says. “You alright?”

Aside from being drained and incredibly sore, you feel amazing. You give them a weak thumbs up.

John laughs while Lucifer rolls his eyes. “Come on, let's get you dressed,” he says. “Up you go.”

The three of you pull yourselves together. Aside from the redness of his cheeks, Lucifer looks just as pressed and put together as always. Since he didn't remove any clothing, he's ready almost instantly, carefully slipping his suit jacket on. You and John take more time, throwing each other clothes as you dress.

Once you feel somewhat decent, you yank them both toward you. The hug is way more tender than you know John is expecting, but you get that way after sex.

John gives you one more kiss on the lips before withdrawing completely. “Well, love, pleasure seeing you, as always,” he says. “Morningstar, it's been memorable.”

Still tucked against Lucifer's side, you smile at John. “Hope to see you again soon.”

John winks, slipping a cigarette into his mouth. “You can both bloody count on it.” And just like that, he's out the door.

Lucifer rubs your back. “Well, that was fun,” he drawls. “Where to next?”

“I don't know but you're gonna have to carry me there. I don't think my legs work.”

“I'd be insulted if they did. Come on, up you get.”

#Lucifer Morningstar #lucifer fanfiction #lucifer #john constantine #Constantine

[clubdolan]

& They Were Roommates ... | NC

When long time friends become housemates and everyone sees it but them.

“Whoaaaa-kay, Noah. Who is that, why is she here and why haven’t I met her?” Erik stopped dead in his tracks as he walked into Noah’s kitchen.

“My name is Brooke, I’m staying here for a while and.. you’re meeting me now.”

Noah nodded at Erik as she had answered all his questions. “We were friends in high school, lived in the same neighborhood and our moms are good friends…. and our sisters are the same age.” 

“So you just moved your girl-next-door in without telling me? Or anyone?” 

“I lived across the street and down a few houses.” She corrected him, “not next door”; grabbing her plate of food and heading to the room that she had been given. 

Noah lowered his voice, “It was super last minute, she got a job out here and needed to move. We’ve kept in touch and I saw she needed a place so until she finds one by herself, I said she could stay here.”

“And I ask one more time, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t know you needed to know who was living at my house.” He shrugged, grabbing a drink from the fridge. 

“I needed to know, because she’s… gorgeous.” 

“Yeah, she’s cute.” Noah said, “She’s a dancer too, I know you’ve got a thing for—

“Ughhh, fuck yeah. Hook me up, bro. Give me the digits, introduce me, let’s all go get—

“Not gunna happen.” He laughed, “She’s on the ‘independent I don’t need a man’ train right now.”

“She didn’t know she needed a man until she met me.” Erik brushed off his shirt, “I’ll go introduce myself—

“Duuuude, you’ll see her here sometimes. Talk to her then. I don’t want my friends annoying her, I said you all would be normal…”

Two months in and Brooke’s schedule was never the same as his. She would leave at six in the morning and arrive back home to a living room full of boys yelling at video games. Noah would be gone for three days in New York and she invited her friend Shanna over who just gushed that ‘everything smelled like Peter Kavinsky’. They went to eat with groups of friends, went shopping with people, her mom and sister visited for a few days and he invited her to the movies with Jack and him.

One day their schedules collided, both heading to work out at the same time. “Come with me to Unbreakable, do some boxing.” 

“I’m more of a hot yoga type.”

“C’mon, try something new.” He nudged her shoulder as she grabbed a banana off the counter. “It’s fun, you’ll get muscles and cardio at once.”

“Fine. You want a banana?” She asked, tossing one to him as he nodded and following him out to his car. 

Two hours later they were both laying on the floor of Unbreakable Performance Gym, out of breath from the trainer doing fast sets with them.

Brooke held her hands over her face, trying to catch her breath and gain feeling back in her legs. “Told you it’d be fun.”

“Yeah, loads of fun.” She felt someone sit next to her and water dripped on her chest.

Her eyes opened quickly to see Noah holding a cup of water over her, “Drink.”

“I can’t even sit up.”

Noah groaned and sat the cups down, grabbing her hands and pulling her to sit up. “Hot yoga must not be much of a workout?”

“It’s more of a relaxing work out.”

“Punching things isn’t relaxing?”

“Two different types of relaxing.” She agreed.

“Big workout with Noah Cent today!” The trainer videoed them, walking in a circle. “It hit Brooke a little hard or I might have just gone a little tough on her for her first day.”

“Not fair!” She pointed right at the camera before drinking her water in one gulp. “Totally not fair.”

They headed home, grabbing food on the way. Brooke tried to stay awake and get some work done but as she did some internet research in the living room while watching Noah play video games, she fell asleep.

She woke up on the same couch. Her computer was on the table next to her and a blanket was draped over her body. 

“Bout time.” Noah laughed, “It’s almost four.”

Brooke fidgeted with her phone, “What are you doing?”

“Scripts.” He pointed to the pile next to him, “I need to read through them all and see what I’m interested in.”

“Got any for a girl that can’t feel her legs or arms… orrrr whole body?” She groaned sitting up, “I’m going to get a hot shower.”

“If you want to take a bath there’s a tub in my bathroom. Tay left some bath bombs or something in the cabinet that I will never use.”

Brooke didn’t object his offer knowing his bath tub was loaded with jets and could fit about four people at one time. Hot water ran, bubbles piled up, bath bomb fizzed under the water leaving glitter in its path as she tried to relax her sore muscles.

-

“Hey B, did you fill the fridge?” Noah asked, staring at the contents, “I swear there wasn’t any milk, yogurt or fruit here yesterday.”

She paused on her way out the door, “You said yesterday, I wish we had yogurt and fruit and so when I went to get a few things I grabbed yogurt and fruit.” She shrugged, closing the door behind her.

-

“I thought tonight was video game night or something?” Brooke asked, passing Noah on his way out the door. “Usually there’s a bunch of dudes here—

“Oh, you said you had some friends coming over for the finale of that show you watch, so I told Jackson we needed to play at his house.”

The door closed before she saw a perfectly clean living room, no video game controllers in sight. The fridge not only had her bottle of wine but a few more plus her favorite snack, strawberries dipped in chocolate.

Brooke: Did you really supply the wine and snacks for The Bachelorette finale?

Noah: I figure we’ve ruined enough of your girl’s nights yelling at Fortnite so I thought I’d be nice.

Brooke: You didn’t have to! But thank you! We’re all enjoying it. :)

-

“Wait, don’t come in!” Brooke yelled as she heard the front door open. Noah froze mid way, “Just, stand by the door and don’t come any further!”

She hustled around the kitchen, finishing icing on the cake and checking the clock, “You said you wouldn’t be home for another two hours!”

“They cut my last scene for the day, so I’m early. Do I need to leave? Do you have someone here? I ca—

“No, just give me one second!” She lit a candle and pushed the pan to the edge of the counter. She caught her reflection in the glare of her iPhone before looking down at her outfit; icing on her cheek, her hair tied up out of the way from baking, barely any makeup on, an old t-shirt she found and a pair of leggings.

Brooke had planned to look a little better as she threw a ‘mini red carpet’ for Noah since his movie came out on iTunes that he filmed two years ago. She had remembered hearing all about it and saw it never released until now. 

The cake was white with a red square across it, a toothpick with a picture of Noah’s head was poked in the top of it, ‘SWIPED’ written in black icing, below it ‘#2 on iTunes all day’ was written in chicken scratch of leftover red icing.

“Okay, you can come in.” 

Noah turned the corner slowly and a party popper went off in the air, “Happy movie release day!”

“Oh yeah, it came out today.” He reminded himself, laughing at the cake. “This is awesome, thank you.”

“I was going to make it fancier in here, I had a whole red carpet planned but you came home and you don’t have a red carpet.” She kicked the rolled up red rug that set on the floor.

“No, no, this is fine. This is amazing. The last time anyone did this was… the Austin and Ally episode.” They both laughed, “You and your sister’s made that horrible cake and you all threw it at me before we all watched it.”

“I promise this cake is much better.” Brooke pointed to the box of ready made mix that sat on the counter, “And I wanted to make this like the Austin and Ally party. Every movie needs a red carpet.”

“I mean they’re fun but Swiped was such a small budget. I didn’t even think it was going to come out after that long of waiting.”

Brooke looked in the reflection of the microwave and tried to fix the messy bun on top of her head, but there was no hope for it. “I look like complete shit.” She wiped under her eyes, remnants of mascara were smudged below her lashes. “I should have—

“You look fine.”

“Huh?” She turned around, picking a piece of dry icing off the back of her hand. 

“You said you look like shit and I was saying, you look fine.” He leaned on the counter near the cake, “You always do.”

“I look like I have slaved over this damn—

“Shut up, Brooke. You’re beautiful. You never look like shit.” She finally looked up from her red stained hands and made eye contact with him, “What?”

“I mean... I just... thanks?” She awkwardly leaned on the counter opposite of him, “Even though like my hair—

“No, no, no, stop. You look fine.” He stood up and gestured to the cake. “This is more than you needed to do. Thank you.” 

He opened his arms for a hug but Brooke barely looked at him, “Oh, sorry...” She stopped herself from rambling and quickly hugged him. Her stomach flipped and her face went hot as his arms wrapped around her, they hadn’t hugged in a long time. Since he left to move to California; when they were sixteen.

“You even smell like cake.” He mumbled into the top of her messy hair. “You need to stop being so negative about yourself.”

“Huh?” Brooke asked, pushing herself back from him. 

“You constantly put yourself down, I hate it.”

“I don’t realize I’m doing it. I’m my biggest critic, I guess.” She tried to laugh it off, “Speaking of, I suck at alphabetizing and need to get a whole box done before work tomorrow, so I’m gunna…” She pointed behind her, “Enjoy the cake.”

“Do you—“ He paused, hearing her door close, “Want a piece?” Noah mumbled to himself, sticking his finger in the top of the icing and licking it off.

-

“Wow a house party, is this the LA life style?” Brooke joked, walking in after work. People flooded their kitchen and living room, “Excuse me…. excuse me… oh hey, Kyle… where did that ping pong table come from?”

“We bought it today!” Noah yelled, trying to shoot a ping pong ball backwards into a red cup. “You better not hide in your room.”

“I’m just going to put my stuff down.”

After forty minutes of ‘putting her stuff down’ and two interruptions from Kyle and Jack she finally made her way to the living room.

Brooke recognized a few girls and chatted with them while she downed a few glasses of wine. Kyle got her to open a cabinet which he ‘iced’ her with and she got him back by hiding one behind the radio and asking him to change the song.

“Everyone in here! Game time!” Jack yelled, standing on the ping pong table. Chairs pulled up around it, the couch was drug towards it and a few people stood. 

“It’s an easy game just read the card you pick out loud and do whatever it says, kapeesh?”

Brooke walked in as piles of cards were being sat around the table. Two guys did rock, paper, scissors to decide who would go first.

“Brooke! Over here!” Noah waved from their couch which was parked at one end of the table. She balanced a beer and a hard cider in one hand while she weaved in and out of the people waiting their turn. 

“Scoot over!” She yelled at the company on the couch, “Guys! Move over, I’m sitting here.” She pointed next to Noah and watched Jack yell at the person drawing a card. “I’ll go get a chair out of my room—

“Just sit.” Noah opened his arms and looked at his lap.

Brooke did a bit of thinking, taking time to watch a girl chug the rest of her beer before she sat down on his legs. “On a scale of one to Jack, how drunk are you?” 

Noah closed his eyes and thought, “Six? You?”

“On a scale of one to Jack, I’m about a four.” 

“BROOKE!” She turned and looked at the table, everyone was looking back. “Brooke I nominated you to drink.” 

She tipped her cup back and finished the beer, tossing the empty cup on the table before drawing her own card. “Person to my right has to chug.”

“Noah!” Kyle yelled.

“Kyle!” Noah yelled.

She looked at the both of them before Noah spoke, “Technically, I’m underneath her.” 

Without an argument Kyle chugged his drink and picked his card. 

The pile of cards was endless. People were dancing, singing, drinking, making other people drink and some had left as it was already around one in the morning.

“There’s no fucking way I’m getting into an uber and riding somewhere when my bed is fifteen feet away from me.” Brooke groaned, leaning back on Noah. “Please tell me you’re not because I don’t want to get up—

“I’m starving so I am.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around her and standing up, “The diner is right down the road, are you sure?”

“My bed is right there.” She pointed to a door across the room. 

An hour and a half later Noah, Jack and Kyle came back in the apartment, begging for a bed, couch, or “literally anywhere with a blanket”.

“Couch!” Noah pointed to the living room, choosing to ignore the mess in the kitchen and just turn the lights off. “I’ll be in my—

“If she’s sleeping here I am one hundred percent taking her bed.” Kyle pointed to Brooke asleep on the couch that still sat at the end of the ping pong table. 

“She will kill you.” Noah laughed, making his way towards them, “B, come on, go to your bed before Kyle gets in it.”

“Don’t fucking touch my bed.”

“Then get up!”

“C’mon..” Noah grabbed her hands and pulled her up. Brooke stumbled and fell into the ping pong table, blaming Noah. “Ten feet away.” He wrapped his arms around her and guided her to her room, “Do you want to—

Brooke groaned and tugged her shirt off, tossing it across the room. “Ohhhh kay, Brooke. I will see—

“Take my shoes off.” She demanded from the edge of the bed, holding her boot up in the air.

Noah cautiously tugged at the black leather before grabbing the other one, sitting both of them beside her bed. 

“Can you get the red sweatshirt from my closet?” She yawned, pushing her covers back. Noah walked to the closet, pulling the red sweatshirt from a shelf. 

By the time he turned around her pants were off and she was under the covers, “Do you still want this?”

Her hand stuck out and she grabbed the fabric, pulling it towards her, “Thanks babe.” “You’re welcome?” He laughed, “You’re going to feel like shit in the morning.” 

-

“Happy birthday, Noelle!” A group of girls yelled, snapping pictures, boomerangs and video of their friend blowing out candles on a cake. 

They all shuffled around taking selfies, posting before they went out, eating cupcakes and continuing their drinking from the dinner they had just gotten home from.

Brooke left the girls to chat and ventured down the hall, “Hey No…” She knocked on his bedroom door, “Noah?” She opened it when he told her to come in, “We’re about to leave, can you take a group picture of us?”

“For sure.” He tossed his book on his bed and followed her down the hall. 

“Noah!!” They all screamed as he walked in.

He laughed and said hi, “I’m just here to take a picture.” He held up Brooke’s phone. The girls all moved around, getting into a row of six, “Smile!”

“Okay but we need a serious one too.” He took a few more.

“And a funny one!” He took three or four.

“Try a candid!” Another suggested. They all moved and talked while he continued taking pictures. 

“Bus is here!” One yelled, looking at her phone. “Get your birthday sash on, Nora!”

In no time they all had gone out the door and down the drive way, “Thanks.” Brooke smiled, taking her phone from Noah. “Be honest with me. Do I look like a slut or just like.... an average LA girl?”

He took a few steps back and looked her up and down, “You look better than an average LA girl but a little on the provocative side.” He saw her face change, “It’s not a bad side, it’s good. You deserve to show off your lil boxing abs.” 

Brooke glanced down at her flat stomach, a few abs finally poking through from weeks of early morning boxing. 

“And I like your hair up.”

She looked back at him, the ponytail swinging behind her. “Thanks. I trusted Jen with my hair and makeup.”

She kept glancing in the reflection of the fridge next to her, fidgeting with lipstick and mascara. Noah kept looking at her, taking her in head to toe, “Are you going to go?”

“Oh yeah.” She tossed her lipstick in her clutch, “Everyone’s going to their own houses when we’re done so it’ll only be me coming home.”

“Why do you keep pulling at your outfit?” 

Brooke caught herself tugging at the cleavage of her shirt, “I just.. I’m not used to the top or bottom.. or shoes. I feel like everything is hanging out.” She laughed, pulling at the bottom of her skirt. “Is my butt hanging out?”

Noah laughed, watching her spin around, “Not at all.”

“It’s dark in the club too, no one will even see anything.”

“You’re right.”

“I’ll just stand in the middle of everyone.”

“Good plan.”

“How are they so comfortable in like no cloth—

“Brooke, they’re all waiting on you. Call me if you need a ride.”

“Oh shoot, yes. Bye!” She tried her best to walk fast in her heels, slamming the door behind her. 

Different pictures were posted all night on each girl’s profile. 

@brookeitsme: Happy Birthday @NO_L !

—@ncentineo: photo cred: ME

A picture of Brooke and Jen hugging in the girl’s bathroom.

@brookeitsme: MY H&MUA BABE @jennyfaye

—@ncentineo: team ponytail

A picture of Brooke behind the DJ booth with his head phones on.

@brookeitsme: How did I end up at the DJ booth?

—@ncentineo: 😍

“Brooookieeee I’m going home with you so I can go find Noah.” Her friend Steph mumbled in her ear, holding onto her arm. “Let him take more pics of me if you know what I mean.”

“Nice try but Noah’s after Brooke.” Jen laughed, helping steady Steph. 

Brooke almost spat out her drink, “What? No he’s not. Oh my god.”

“Are you oblivious? To the both of you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Yeah..” Steph got closer to them, “What are you talking about? Because I want th—

“Have you been on instagram? Seen the notifications?” Jen grabbed her phone out and began typing and searching. Brooke had her notifications off since people realized she lived with Noah. Her instagram was non-stop so every notification was annoying.

“He commented on all three pictures you posted. The one of you has a HEART EYE EMOJI.” Jen put the phone in her face, “And he likes your ponytail.”

“Yeah he told me that earlier.”

“Did you see the look on his face when he looks at you? Do you pay attention?” Jen laughed, “You too! You get the melty look when he’s around. I’ve only seen you like that one other time and it’s when we saw Zac Efron at The Grove.”

“And he’s always complimenting you.” Steph added, “I get SO jealous. Like isn’t my outfit hot enough for Mr. Noah Centineo??”

“Ask any of us, we’ve all noticed it.” She pointed to their table of friends, “Right, Meg? Noah and Brooke?”

“Oh their constant oblivious flirting?”

“Are you all joking? You planned this. I told you all I didn’t like him that way—

“You didn’t. Past tense.” Steph pointed out, still leaning on Jen for balance. “What about now?”

“We’ve been friends forever, there’s nothing more than that—

“She didn’t say no.” Jen smirked, “Have you even been looking at apartments to move out?”

“We went a few times but…”

“But what?”

“Noah didn’t like the ‘area’ I had picked out.” Brooke looked down at her heels, “It was sketchy or something.”

“What about the other time?”

“It was too far from his place.”

“What did he say before you left?”

“To call him if I needed a ride.” 

“BROOKE!” It seemed like they all yelled her name at her, “COME ON!”

“What? It’s what friends do…”

“When we went to eat the other day he was allllll about you.” Meg said, “He drove us, paid for your food, drove an extra like forty minutes to get you your favorite tea and then carried your to-go food in the house.” 

“Well when you point it all out…”

“And you told me about the day he said you were beautiful.” Another friend spoke up, “That you always look beautiful.”

“It was because—

“He said he loved your laugh at that party one night. He let you sit on his lap. He kept wrapping his arm around you. You almost fell asleep on him. He helped you change before you went to bed….”

“He calls you B all the time, even to his friends. Ster told me.”

“You always talk about him too.” Jen laughed, wrapping her arm around Brooke’s shoulder, “You always see movies with him and go eat with him and sit at home and watch shows with him and you’d rather order pizza in than go meet me for lunch and then I find out Noah’s home. When he’s not there you always ask to stay with one of us…."

“Why are you all just telling me this now?!” Brooke asked, overwhelmed.

“We thought you would catch on at some point.” Meg laughed, “Apparently not.”

“First of all, rude. Second, where is Noelle?”

“She left with that youtube guy she’s been seeing.” Steph downed a glass of water, “I’ve been waiting to go home with you but now I won’t be inviting myself.”

“Meg was trying to get the attention of homeboy over there but his friend keeps winking at her.”

“I’m here for moral support of everyone and their decisions.” Jen said, “And to make sure we all get a ride home.”

“Can we drink a little more, not you Steph, and dance a little more before I have to go home realizing everything you’ve all just thrown at me?”

Two hours and two bottles later they were all on their phones ordering rides, “No, don’t get an uber.” Meg covered Brooke’s phone, “I asked Noah to come get you.”

“MEG!” She whined.

“BROOOOOKE!” She mimicked her, “You live in the hills and fares are tripled right now. All of us live downtown except for Steph who’s going with me tonight. He’ll be here in like ten minutes.”

Brooke flipped to her texts with Noah and clicked the info button, a map popped up of where he was at that exact moment.

“You’re tracking him?”

“We both share locations in case I get stolen and sent over seas to be sold as a sex.” Brooke explained, “It’s a big fear of mine... He’s right down the road.”

“My car is almost here, I’ll get Steph and we can go wait outside with you.”

The little breeze was welcomed on their skin as they exited the muggy, hot club. They ignored the random guys who shouted at them and stood down from the door, watching for their rides. 

“Really, man?” Meg asked, rolling her eyes at the guy who kept looking at them. “We’re probably half your age, leave us alone.”

“I’m always looking for Sugar Babies.”

“You’re disgusting.” 

“Just an offer for—

“We’re not interested, please leave us al—

“But the three of you can—

“Please, leave us alone.” Meg tried to look around him for the specific car picking them up.

“I was just—

“Oh my fucking god, stop it!” She screamed, grabbing Broke and Steph’s hands. “Please move so we can cross the street.”

The man didn’t move, he kept looking at all three of them; up and down, up and down.

“Excuse me, sir. Please move so the ladies can get through.” Brooke looked up at the familiar voice and Noah stood there with his hand out. She grabbed it and stepped aside the guy; pulling her friends with her. 

“Oh my god, thank you, thank you.” Meg sighed, “I was losing all will power not to punch him in the face.”

“I parked across the street and saw you all with him. Figured it wasn’t going well. Do you guys have a ride?”

“Yeah” Meg looked at her phone, “Black Ford Escape, license plate Y35— right there.” She pointed up a few cars. “Thanks, Noah.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Steph grinned, following Meg to the car.

Brooke grabbbed onto Noah’s arm and rest her head on his shoulder. “I feel like I’m on a boat.”

“You’re a little wobbly but I’ve seen you worse.” He joked. “Seems like you guys had a fun time?”

“Yeah, even though Noelle left with some dude early on. We kept the party going.” She laughed.

“I saw the DJ booth picture, did you have a good set? Play some jams?”

“Killed it. Got a job offer immediately. I even did the one head phone on and one off, felt like a real DJ.”

The car ride home they chatted. She told funny stories of the night, he asked about certain instagram stories, she played a new song she heard and he even stopped by McDonalds so she could have french friends and a Coke.

Her phone started firing away, their group message was blowing up. “Oh fuck off.” She mumbled, shoving it back in her bag, hearing dings continue to go off.

Meg: Snuck a picture of our favorites. *picture*

Jen: SHUT UP I DID TOO *picture*

Meg: Great minds think alike.

Steph: I told her it was creepy, she made the uber driver slow down.

Noelle: BROOKIE that’s so cute.

Steph: He was so hot in sweatpants and a hoodie. 

Jen: Are you alive, Brooke?

Noelle: Is she finally getting the D?

Steph: He deserves it from someone tonight.

Meg: NOELLE! lolololol but really

Jen: She’s going to kill all of you.

Steph: Not if she gets good enough D.

Steph: She’ll be a happy B.

Meg: Happy B because of the D

Noelle: HAPPY B BC OF D OF NOAH C

Meg: Shut up Noelle I hate us.

Jen: I truly wonder what’s happening. Maybe she’s just ignoring us?

Steph: Maybe she fell asleep?

Meg: Maybe she’s finally getting the french fries she’s begged for all night.

Noelle: I still think she’s getting it onnnnn.

Noelle: And then she’s gotta tell us every detail.

Steph: Literally every detail. I need to know these things.

Brooke pulled up the photos and swiped back and forth. Meg’s was a view from behind of her leaning on Noah’s arm as they walked to his car. Jen’s was from across the street as he let her in his passenger door. 

Brooke: You all are sneaky little bitches. I finally got my french fries and Coke. We aren’t even home yet you freaks. Of course I could tell you some details if THAT EVER HAPPENED but he’s just driving me home. I could fall asleep at any moment though.

She recorded a video with random alternative music playing as she ate french fries, her lipstick was half off her lips as she sipped her drink and put it back in the middle console. As she bopped her head to the beat a random hand snuck into her french fry bag and stole some. She followed him with the camera and Noah smiled as he snuck them all in his mouth, looking at the road.

Meg: Brooke you are living the dream.

Jen: I want a guy that gets me french fries.

Steph: I just want a guy.

Noelle: His little smirk he does at you!! I can’t take it!! 

Jen: Do you see it now, B? Are you noticing things?

Brooke: I’m noticing that he carried my shoes inside and made sure I didn’t fall up the stairs.

Brooke: He offered to make me a BATH but I’m too lazy so I’m just laying on the couch resembling a dead body.

Noelle: GET. IN. THE. BATH.

Meg: Fuck youuuu, B. I’ll come take a bubble bath.

Jen: It’s funny because I know exactly what you look like right now without even seeing it.

Brooke: Oh you can see. Noah took this picture of me. *picture*

One leg hung off the couch, one was up on a pillow, her bag of french fries on her chest and her ponytail was let down, giving her a major bad hair moment. 

Steph: Brooke you’re a dream girl.

Jen: I like your smudged lipstick.

Brooke: IT’S FROM EATING.

Meg: You do kind of look dead. Dead but enjoying fries.

Noelle: Can I use this as album cover art? I’m not even joking.

Noelle: 100% would use this for a single. Black and white. 

Brooke: I give you my drunk permission to use it as an album cover but don’t forget to thank me when you win album of the year.

Jen: The party girl song, Noelle! The one you played a clip of on our way to Brooke’s.

Noelle: SHUT UP YOU’RE RIGHT

Meg: Wait, why did he take that picture of you? To prove you’re a mess? lol

Brooke: Because I told him not to speak of how messy I look right now so he CAPTURED IT FOREVER.

Jen: Can’t wait to frame it at your wedding.

Brooke: TOO FAR JEN

Brooke: I’m going to throw my phone in the toilet so there’s no chance that Noah ever sees these messages.

Brooke: He could easily look right now because he’s right next to me.

Meg: Feet or head?

Noelle: Head or feet?!?!???

Jen: Both of you can stop being twins.

Brooke: ………

Brooke: …….

Brooke …… I may be resting my head on his lap. 

Brooke: He wanted more fries and thankfully I ordered two larges.

Meg: Stop texting us and talk to him.

Steph: Just turn your head over and go to wooooork!!

Jen: He put you on his instagram story. I’M DYING.

A black and white picture of Brooke from the neck down with the caption: “Two large fries and a coke, please.” You couldn’t even tell she was laying on his lap, but all of her friends knew.

“Oh fuck youuuuu.” She groaned, looking up at him, “I look so stupid and drunk.”

“No one even knows it’s you.”

“Jen did.”

“Okay well your outfit may give it away.” He shrugged, “It’s just funny you’re so content eating french fries right now.”

“I love french fries.”

“I know.” He smiled, continuing to look at her. Without a word he wiped his finger along her face, trying to remove the stain of lip stick she had smeared while eating. 

“It’s a lip stain.” She laughed.

He tried to wipe it again, pushing harder. “They don’t joke when they say stain.”

“It’s three in the morning.” Brooke groaned, “I need to get up and wash my face and change and probably brush my hair and probably go to bed.”

“You definitely need to go to bed.” He pushed a hair from her face, “And wash your face or you’ll be angry when you wake up. Do you want to go to brunch whenever you wake up?”

“If there’s bacon involved, yes.” 

-

“Those are like.. front row…”

“It’s called court side, but yes.” Noah laughed, “Please go?”

“Doesn’t Jack or like.. any of your guy friends want to go?” Brooke asked, sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter, eating a bag of pretzels. “Not that I don’t want to but I’m sure they’d be willing.”

“But I want you to go.” He leaned on the counter next to hear, flipping the two tickets in his hands. “Please?”

“How much time do I have to get ready?”

He glanced at the clock on the microwave, “Two hours.” He smiled up at her, shaking the gold and purple tickets. “We can go eat anywhere afterwards.”

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere…” He sighed, tilting his head on her leg, “Please just tell me you’ll go. Because I really want to go.”

“Awwww..” She messed with his hair, “He really wants to go.” She frowned, “If he gives me forty-five minutes I can be ready for a Laker game and In and Out.”

Brooke filmed the outside of the arena as they walked in their ‘private’ door before Noah put his face right in front of the camera and yelled, “GO LAKERS”.

Paparazzi caught them as they entered, Noah guided Brooke with his hand on her back, not answering any of the questions they were yelling.

As they entered the building they ran into someone Noah knew immediately, “Noah Centineo…” James Cordon shook his hand, his other held onto his son who was sporting a bright gold Laker’s jersey.

“Nice to see you again, James.” He waved down at the boy, “Hey little man.”

“This is my son, Max. He loves basketball games.” Max looked up at the both of them, “He has no idea what’s going on.” 

“This is my friend, Brooke.” He put his hand on her back as she shook James’ hand. “It’s her first Laker’s game. She also loves basketball.”

James took a picture of the four of them and shared it on his instagram. Both Brooke and Noah shared it to their stories as they sat down. A few fans noticed Noah and yelled at him across the court before the game started.

Brooke’s friends were texting her that she was on TV a lot and she had to laugh at some of the screen shots she got sent to her. But one caught her eye, it zoomed in on Noah and had a title on the TV screen, “Movie Star Noah Centineo” to inform all that were watching that he was there.

But Brooke didn’t notice that. Neither did her friends. They noticed his hand on her thigh, sitting there nonchalantly as they watched the game and didn’t see the camera zooming in across the court.

People caught pictures of them laughing together, Brooke whispering something in his ear, him stealing her popcorn, her resting her head on his shoulder for a selfie and of course, the internet went wild.

They were a trending topic, every news outlet had them on the front page, her instagram ‘tagged’ page kept continuously changing as his fan accounts posted images. 

Neither of them spoke a word. They smirked at each other as they left their seats after the game, she grabbed his arm and followed him through the crowded halls till they were outside. They needed to make it to the parking lot next to the stadium which required leaving the gated space and entering the public.

It seemed like hours but Brooke finally got her hands on In and Out, snacking on it as they made their way home and onto the kitchen counter where they ate most of their meals late at night.

“All of these pictures of us. Endless instagram opportunities. Good thing I wore a good outfit.” She scrolled through her instagram tags and saved a few, sipping the end of her milkshake.

Her feet dangled off the side of the counter as she answered back her million texts from friends. Normally she would hate the attention but for some reason she didn’t even care.

“Oh, this one’s cute.” She showed Noah her phone, a shot of them exiting the venue, holding hands, both smiling; until her phone started ringing ‘MOM’.

“Don’t tell anyone that I’m muting her call right now, I don’t want to talk anymore. She’s called me three times today.” 

“What about?”

“She said since it’s been six months I need to move out so she’s going to come out here to look for apartments with me since I can’t ‘do it on my own like an adult’.” She rolled her eyes, “My mom has no idea about apartments or neighborhoods around here.”

“So she wants you to move out?”

“It’s been six whole months.” She mimicked her mom, shaking her head. “Like I get it, but I really don’t want her to come help. She’ll be checking crime reports and make me get a place somewhere expensive so I’m not in danger.”

“You’re in danger everywhere in LA, does she know that?” He laughed, tossing their empty bags away before standing in front of her. “You’ll be in a cardboard box in Calabasas if she bases it off safety.”

“I’ve told her that so many times.” Brooke groaned, pushing her phone to the side as her mom texted her. 

“How about you tell her something else?”

“What? Tell her I’m moving home? Tell her I’m moving to the neighborhood full of gangs? Tell her I’m movi—

“Tell her I don’t want you to move out.” He rested his hands on her knees. “I want you here… with me…”

Brooke tried to hide her smile, “I’m sure that’ll go over well.”

“It’s safer than living alone, right?” His hands moved up the side of her legs, “Security system, good neighborhood, you’ve been here for six months already so why move?”

Brooke grabbed his cheeks, “Because it’s been six whole months.” She mimicked her mom again, watching him laugh and push his face against her hands. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“I’m very serious.” He moved closer, his hands went around her bottom and he rested his body between her legs, “I don’t want you to move out. I want you to stay here.”

“Wouldn’t it be… tricky… to continue…. this…. and for me to live with you?”

“It would be opposite of tricky, it’d be easier.” He winked, “Not that I would tell your mom that.”

“Oh now you’re going to talk to my mom about it?” She laughed, “Go ahead.”

“Hi, I don’t want Brooke to move out… I promise she’s not a pain…” He faked being on the phone, “No, no, I’m not just being nice…. yes I’m talking about the same Brooke…..” He fake laughed as her hands fell around his neck, “No she’s not annoying… opposite actually…” Brooke laughed, “….my friends get along with her fine, I promise… it’s just that…. I don’t want her to move out.. I think I’ve realized in the past…” he checked a fake watch, “...six years. That I really like Brooke… like reallllly like her.”

Brooke’s eyebrows rose up at the statement before she whispered back to him, “And I realllllly like you, Noah.”

He hung up his fake phone and stood up in front of her. He bit his lip and held back a laugh, looking down at her. His hand went up to her neck as he brought his face down to hers and they kissed. 

For the first time in six years, they kissed. 

“So you’ll tell your mom…?” He asked, his thumb rubbing along her jaw.

“That I’m not moving.” 

“Perrrrfect.” He smiled, picking her up and carrying her down the hall, kicking his door open, “I hope you don’t mind sleeping in here tonight.”

“Every night.” She quickly said back, tightening her grip on the curls at the top of his neck.

It made Noah stop in the middle of his room and smile before dropping her on to his bed and falling on top of her before repeating, “Every night.”

#me #mine #fanfic #noah #noah centineo #tatbilb #peter kavinsky #imagine #writing #write #Sierra Burgess is a Loser #jamey #charlies angels #the stand in #swiped #valet #fanfiction

[bananashemmo]

Committed The Robbery (Part 5)

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gangmember Luke’s little sister Y/N?

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Footsteps from the hallway were faint, but still loud enough for you to hear. You had no idea for how long you had been laying in bed not wanting to wake up, or at least trying to open your eyes.

You felt too tired, you weren’t sure how many hours you had been sleeping but it didn’t feel like it was enough. You felt dizzy, probably from the many painkillers and last night’s events hunting you.

God, you felt like it all was just a horrible nightmare.

You fluttered your eyes open, just wanting the confirm of what happened wasn’t just in your head.

The curtains to Luke’s room was off so the grey skies from outside gave the room light. You looked at the cushions where Ashton had been sitting but he was nowhere to be seen. You hadn’t even noticed he left.

You a rand through your hair which was pretty messy. You didn’t have anything to get it away from your face so you settled with using your fingers as a comb.

When you sat up in bed after taking another look, you couldn’t help but grimace.

The pain was obvious, almost like a pounding migraine but on the skin. Your hand came down instantly to the hurt spot, feeling the bandage with spots of blood coming from the stitches.

God, you had almost forgotten. You didn’t want to remember now when you were being honest. You didn’t want to think that this was going to stay with you for the rest of your life.

It wasn’t big, it was easier to see how large the area was when lights were on and you weren’t affected by adrenaline or a pounding bass from downstairs. In fact, it was all so quiet, you could barely hear voices.

You weren’t even sure if the party was still going on. Sometimes you had caught Luke still partying at 8 am. A party never stopped until the host went to bed and he usually just stayed awake to the early mornings.

9:30 it was. You noticed because of your phone still having the battery on. It was only at 2% so it wouldn’t be surviving for long. You decided to put it into Luke’s charter before settling with investigating what was going on downstairs.

The long hem of Luke’s band tee folded to the edge when you stood up from the mattress. It almost hid your shorts and made it seem like you were just in your underwear.

You didn’t want to change, it didn’t feel like it was needed. They knew you had been sleeping in your shorts so you didn’t assume they would misinterpret the situation.

The voices from downstairs suddenly sounded downstairs and you concluded the party was over. You could hear Luke and his raspy voice, something he always adopted when drinking. That, along with his eyes turning a bloody red.

Sometimes he was mistaken for being on crack. You didn’t judge dem, he dealt with drugs daily and it was easy to conclude. But he knew better, he would never take time in using that on himself. He only sold it because of the money sometimes when he wanted to.

It was mostly Michael who spent time in that department. It wasn’t just once the police had taken him to the station overnight when they were catching him illegally selling on parking lots.

”Wait but no, as fun as it sounds I have to stay home. After all the stuff that has been going on the past few days, I don’t want Y/N to be alone now.”

You stopped in track by the end of the stairs because of Luke’s voice.

“I can stay behind if so?” Ashton suggested, maybe a little bit too fast for his liking but he couldn’t control his suggestion. It was the first thing that came to his mind and he said it out loud instead of thinking.

You could see the two of them by the kitchen island with Calum. The house looked like a scattered mess but they had black plastic bags standing by the counters so you assumed they were in the middle of cleaning.

That was the thing with them. They always seemed to mess like crazy, especially during parties. But they always managed to clean everything and usually when you would visit after a party, it looked cleaner than it did on a normal basis.

“You sure about that? You’re usually the one handling the business, let alone the one who’s perfectionistic. You don’t usually like when we handle your tasks.” Michael questioned before Luke got the chance to say anything and he looked over at Ashton a bit astonished.

“I mean we’ve all agreed to take care of Y/N individually.” Ashton shrugged, not really knowing how to save it, “I guess you can just say my duty is calling. I don’t mind, to be honest.”

The boys looked between each other skeptical at first but then Luke shrugged it off and threw his jacket over his shoulder.

“You are the one that gets with her the best.” He admitted and took a look in the mirror to check his hair. Even with battles, he wanted to make sure he looked good during it.

“But you promise me one thing.” He suddenly warned and Ashton held his breath, thinking worst case scenarios.

“Don’t let anyone in unless it’s one of the three of us.”

Ashton hadn’t realized he had been holding his breath but once he realized Luke wasn’t, in fact, thinking the same thing as him he let out a sound of relief. He nodded his head in agreement and watched the boys head towards the door, waving lightly at them as they left.

He turned around the corner to see you come down from the stairs with a confused gaze on your face.

“What is going on?” You questioned confused once you were down to the last step and looked around, “Where did Luke go?”

“The usual,” Ashton replied quietly, his lips tightening.

You nodded your head in agreement but not because you understood what he was referring to. You never had, you had never asked and to be honest you were better off not knowing why. They had always been referring it to ‘the usual’ or ‘business’ when talking about stuff they wanted to keep you out from.

“Why aren’t you with them?” You tried not to pretend you had been listening all along. You didn’t want to realize that they were switching places in order to keep you safe.

He shrugged his shoulders and headed over to the fridge, wanting to change the subject and avoiding giving you an answer.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

“I’m not hungry.” You shook your head and scratched your arm out of habit. You weren’t sure if it was because of the many painkillers you felt nausea. It gave you a headache, you honestly couldn’t manage the law class later.

“You have to eat something,” He carefully said and grabbed a few buns from one of the drawers.

“Isn’t that just a myth?” You crossed your arms and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” He let go of the bag and took the few steps to stand in front of you.

“You’re on the path of war because I didn’t answer your question. If I know you well enough I know that you already understand what is going on.”

You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, not really knowing how to handle the situation. It wasn’t often you looked at it that way. Ashton was probably used to handling you.

“We’ve all agreed to take care of you. It came along when your parents moved to Wellington.”

He reached to grab the buns and put three in the oven. 2 for him and one for you. He wasn’t going to stop until you had put something in your mouth.

You sighed carefully and nodded your head in agreement.

Most of your life you were raised with your parents. It wasn’t often you saw them, considering they were in the same industry as your brothers. Not just Luke, but also Ben and Jack. They all took a part in the bittersweet life and you were the only one they prayed would turn into something great.

You actually believed that if it wasn’t for James constantly trying to ruin it.

Growing up was kind of harsh. The house never looked clean, nobody was rarely home and if they were, it wasn’t someone you knew off. Luke always made sure that if he wasn’t there to take care of you, some sort of babysitter would.

It wasn’t that you were all wrapped up in bubble wrap. You understood what they were doing, you knew they were handling weapons and you also knew in between the lines there were drugs. But you also trusted Luke. You knew he wouldn’t do such thing like that.

You had always tried to take a distance. It wasn’t easy considering they always had one eye on you. You couldn’t even walk out at the age of 14 without Luke needing to know where you were heading.

He could be an embarrassment at times. He couldn’t keep a barrier between being the overprotective big brother and also being the fun one. He was definitely the fun out of the four, always doing random shit you couldn’t imagine.

He was the one forcing the bullies to apologize, even if you were only 8. You didn’t understand where he got the power because he wasn’t tall until his late teens. It was like one day he woke up and was suddenly 6’3.

Not even the teachers in middle school wanted to call him out for things. You had no count of how many times he had tied someone to the sinks in the bathroom or something along the lines of that because they had said a mean comment to you.

You almost feared he would find out because you knew it would end up ugly. Just like with James. It was like nothing had changed.

You had always lived your life close to Luke. You had been staying at the same apartment since you were 16 and you always knew you could come to him when you needed it.

He always had the apartment full but only with people you knew of. He wouldn’t drag someone home and he definitely wouldn’t drag a woman home. The only girl in his life was you, and he wasn’t interested in anyone else.

You honestly thought you were going to stay at the apartment for the rest of your life. College was what changed your everyday life upside down.

When you tried to float the idea about moving out and into a dorm when you started college, it was like nonsense to Luke. How was he going to protect you, if you were miles away from him?

He didn’t want to admit it but he loved just walking into your room and sitting by your bed. Not saying anything but just enjoying watching you study, seeing whatever programme was on the TV or listening to the music that was blasting from your pink speakers.

You sometimes thought he was bored and doing it out of boredom. But the truth was he enjoyed just watching you be happy. It helped him knowing that you were on the right path.

In the end, he knew he couldn’t keep you inside the walls of the apartment. If you needed to continue the path he needed to let go and give you freedom.

You almost believed he had commitment issues because the second you made the deal and you got into a dorm at Sydney Falls College Campus, it was like he had to move out as well. He didn’t want to stay at the old apartment and the boys had been venting the dream of living together.

It also meant that they didn’t have to leave every single day to see each other, they could just walk into the other room and say hello.

It was in the middle of chaos because just the second you had gotten your acceptance letter from Sydney Falls, Luke came home to announce they had been expelled.

For what, he couldn’t announce. You neither wanted to ask even though you were dying to know. So many things had happened at that college before and you didn’t really understand they were suddenly expelled for good.

Sometimes Luke would come home and announce he was kicked out of class for either violence or similar activities. But that wasn’t expelled where they weren’t allowed to be on the school’s ground.

You weren’t even sure if they were allowed in your dorm. You’d lie if you say you weren’t about to have a heart attack when you were about to move in because the four of them were helping you. You were having a glance over your shoulder every other minute because you needed to make sure nobody was seeing them.

Everyone had heard the news that they were expelled. They weren’t a high topic but it was a relief to the ones who were scared. The boys never had a great reputation and you weren’t surprised by that.

They seemed pretty intimidating when they walked down the hallway as a pack that couldn’t be broken. In their leather jackets with a cigarette between their fingers and black leather jackets.

You had tried asking Luke once but he was rejecting. You didn’t know if it was because you had moved out you were suddenly let out of the information. He didn’t want to answer and told that you were safe without the information.

That was when they announce they were going to be away for a while. You had no idea why, how or where they were going but they had to leave. You were protesting at first because not living near Luke kind of scared you. But in the end, it was a great choice because it meant you got a great start at college without someone watching you behind your back.

You got the start you wanted and three months later the boys were back. It was like everything was back to normal, yet it was some sort of new start.

But as soon as the boys were back, it was like you had become a target. For no reason, you had never done anything to hurt James. You even tried to help him back in kindergarten when Luke was forcing him to eat sand.

“Why are you so afraid something is going to happen to me?” You sat down on one of the white chairs in front of the wooden table.

There was a large purple orchid standing in the middle of the table next to a salt and pepper set. You assumed it was a host gift from last night.

Ashton couldn’t help but chuckle by your question. He was hovering over the buns, watching them finish until they were warm and crispy.

“Because you’re Daphne.” He answered simply and you furrowed your eyebrows, “Daphne Joy?”

“No, no not her.” Ashton was quick to shake his head, “I’m not talking about her. I’m talking about Daphne Blake.”

“You’re seriously comparing me to a Scooby Doo character?” You tried not to sound a bit insulted but you were, “Michael used to call me that when I was younger. It’s not like I’m getting stuck in trees anymore when playing.”

Ashton laughed again and stopped the toaster before he burned the buns.

“I’m not saying you’re a cartoon character,” He hummed and opened the fridge, “I’m just saying that you’re very fragile and the chance of you getting kidnapped is pretty high.”

He grabbed a package of butter, lifting it in the air as an invitation. You nodded your head in agreement and watched him place the butter in front of you.

“Is there a chance I will be kidnapped?” You lowered your voice, feeling a bit of anxiety just by the thought. It had crossed your mind before but the chances were in fact real.

He leaned his long body against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms. His mouth twisted and he looked down at the ground trying to come with an answer.

“We will try our utter best to avoid it. As long as you’re with me I promise you nothing will ever harm you.”

If there was one time where Ashton seemed serious, it was moments like this. Where you could see through his hazel eyes that he would never forgive himself if he managed to hurt you in any way that could have been prevented.

“Ashton, can I ask you something?”

He flicked his curls away from his eyes to look at you and nodded his head. You rubbed your hands together, not really knowing if you were going to catch an answer now.

“What happened?”

Silence fell upon the kitchen. Ashton looked at you with no expression on his face. You didn’t know if it was because he didn’t understand your question or if he was reliving the moment you just asked. Whatever was going on caught all his attention and he wasn’t saying anything.

“When?” His tone went serious and he lowered his voice.

You shifted in your seat and folded your hands together again. His eyes weren’t flicking away from your form and you were trying not to get red cheeks.

“I was just trying to understand-, I mean,” You were fumbling over your words suddenly becoming nervous. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

“Why were you expelled?”

Silence came again but this time a little less tense. It was like Ashton had imagined you would ask something else because he seemed relieved.

He loosened his body from the counter and grabbed a chair to take a seat.

“It seems to me you’ve heard something?” He asked just to be sure but you were quick to shake your head. You knew nothing.

“And you haven’t heard anything from college? I mean, it’s the source of gossip.”

You shook your head again. The only thing you had been hearing was it was a collision between the boys and James’ big brother. You had never actually met him and if you had it was many years back.

“Okay.” Ashton nodded his head and folded his hands together.

“You know Marc, right?” He asked and you shook your head, “Marc Walker? James’ big brother?” By the added question you nodded your head in agreement. You had just forgotten his name.

“He has always been a manipulating ass. Never the one to trust, the blond haired gorgeous idiot who’s only purpose on life is to make everyone else’s end. He’s part-time leader of the gang down by the West. We don’t get near that because it’s too dangerous for any of us.”

You nodded your head wanting him to continue as you intensely ate your bun with butter.

“We’ve always been on bad terms. Ever since high school we’ve hated each other, bloody hell I can even imagine it like it was yesterday. If I had to make a list of all the bad things he has done in his life I don’t think we would have the time.” Ashton took a bite of his own bun.

“We’ve collided many times. I don’t want to get into details with that but Marc did something that was, against all laws. Even in the gang world, you don’t break the rules. Even if we hate each other and want to kill each other we still respect the rules. That’s rule number one.”

The rules didn’t seem like something you had heard off before. You remembered Luke mentioning it a few years back but you assumed it was just a lame joke.

“What was that girl?” You lifted an eyebrow and Ashton replied it with, “We’ll get to that.”

“The boys and I were trying of a way to come up with something back. I mean, it wasn’t easy and it took at least two months before we were even feeling like normal people again. What Marc did was so terrible I honestly don’t think he would be able to survive if he was within my reach.”

You just wanted him to spill the beans, why did you need all these details.

“Luke was the one coming up with the plan. We had to do something that was going to hit James’ the hardest way possible. Without breaking the rules of course.” Ashton ran a hand through his locks, “I didn’t think it would be a great idea at first because it was risky. But we had to do something because he needed something back. He couldn’t just walk free with the things he had done.”

“But I can’t tell you what we did because it will one, cause you danger, and two, put us all in a risky position. Only the four of us can know. It has to be on my dead body if it slips out between these walls. They don’t talk.”

You honestly couldn’t feel more disappointed. He literally told nothing. You could easily have figured out yourself not to mention find out by just asking someone at campus.

“But you have to promise me one thing.” He looked at you seriously and you nodded your head in agreement wanting him to continue.

“If you ever see Marc Walker as in ever there’s one thing you’re going to do. Run.”

You didn’t want to know how dangerous he actually was. By the way, Ashton was talking about him you could just sense he was dangerous. He wasn’t someone you wanted to run into.

“He’s currently underground not wanting to be seen by anyone. So the coast is clear as long as he isn’t in Sydney. He disappeared once we all were expelled. He was supposed to be in jail but left before it happened. We haven’t seen his face since. You can kind of say our secret plan worked.”

Ashton shrugged his shoulders and grabbed your plates to put it into the sink. He was, after all, the neatest out of the boys. He hated when dirty towels were on the floor, good thing it was him and Calum sharing bathroom and not with Luke.

You watched him hover over the sink with a sponge, trying to think everything through. He was definitely leaving out details that seemed important to the story.

You didn’t want to force him to speak though. You never wanted to be on the edge.

When you tried to stand up from the chair a shot of pain was caused by your stomach.

You couldn’t help but groan a little bit, catching Ashton’s attention.

“Oh yes,” He dried his hands in a towel, “I promised Calum to take a look.”

You leaned back on the chair and lifted up in Luke’s shirt for Ashton to see. You didn’t know if he was an expert in wounds but it seemed okay when he removed the patch gently.

“Well he did a pretty great job that Kiwi boy.” He hummed in satisfaction and walked over to one of the cabinets. They had a place where they kept a first aid kit, he probably just needed a new patch.

As long as you would be wearing clothes you couldn’t just have the scar free in case of blood or secretion.

“When can we take the stitches out?” You leaned your head to the side and watched him clean the wound.

“I don’t think until a few weeks. It needs to heal probably. But I’m not a doctor. Ask Calum.” He couldn’t help but laugh a bit. Neither were Calum but he had interest and probably new.

You nodded your head and looked down at your phone. You couldn’t help but sigh heavily and Ashton noticed.

“What?” He nodded his head down at your phone, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just that…” You looked down at the phone again, hesitantly, “I just have a class here at 12. I just don’t want to go because…”

“James is there?” Ashton finished your sentence and you nodded your head in agreement.

You knew this wasn’t supposed to ruin your classes but you honestly felt so weak. There was no way you were ready or able to do an argument with him. You just wanted to be invisible.

“I have an idea.” He announced and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Come with me.”

“Ashton I don’t think this is a good idea.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.

He looked into the mirror of the window and wrapped his gray beanie over his curls so they were only sticking out at the top and by the ends.

He turned around to look at you with a smirk and furrowed eyebrows.

“What do you mean this isn’t a great idea?”

He was wearing a dark purple/blue and red flannel, a white tee under it and his black skinny jeans. You had never seen him wear something like this before but it wasn’t like he looked like someone who was suddenly in disguise.

You didn’t know if you were supposed to answer or not because he seemed to have settled his mind.

“You know he won’t touch you if you’re near me.” He placed his hands in his jean pockets and looked at you with a smile.

“Yes,” You nodded your head in agreement, “But you’re expelled. They will take you to the police station if they find out you’re in one of my classes.”

“They’ll need to catch me first.” Ashton winked and opened the door, “Ladies first.”

When you meant everyone you meant EVERYONE was staring at you. You weren’t sure if it was because people had the expression you had a new boy at college with you or if they did see it was Ashton. He wasn’t that hard to recognize.

You didn’t like the attention you were getting but Ashton seemed to enjoy it. He was smiling all over his face pretty amused.

You walked into the classroom with Ashton right behind you, wanting to get to the top of the stairs and take a seat on the back row. You never liked being up front.

As you placed your books on your seat you felt pokes on your shoulders. You couldn’t help but feel goosebumps up your spine.

“Well look who was brave enough to show up today?” James grinned by the sight of you, “Surprised you didn’t breath to death. There’s still blood on my knife.”

“That’s funny because there isn’t blood on my gun, yet.” Ashton showed up from your behind, placing an arm on your shoulders.

With instinct James took a step back, watching Ashton smile all over his face.

“And before you say anything,” Ashton nodded down at the lector, “Remember I never miss with a bullet.”

James swallowed deeply and hurried to take a seat in front of you, feeling his long legs disappear under his table.

You looked up at Ashton and couldn’t help but smile just a little bit, a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach when he took a seat next to you and waited for the class to start.

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[famousconfessions]

Did you miss me?

Title: Did you miss me? // Ed Sheeran Fanfiction, mature content

Author: @superkatesi & @famousconfessions

Rating: NC-17

Author's note: Sooo @superkatesi and I did a thing. We were just talking and daydreaming and ended up being like "Okay, let's just write something and have some fun with it". We hope you like it and please remember that English is not our first language but we tried our best :D Every kind of feedback is appreciated! So here it goes...

It was 11 a.m. Friday. I was sitting on the floor packing our suitcase for the upcoming trip. Ed’s family was throwing a huge party dedicated to his dad’s birthday. All of Ed’s cousins, aunts and uncles were going to Suffolk for this meaningful day. Ed was about to arrive home and I was buzzing. It had been a while since we seen each other. During the last three months I was completely absorbed into the thoughts of missing this ginger perfection. There were minutes when I was just starring at his guitar that always stands next to his favorite armchair. At those moments, I closed my eyes and tried to depict him sitting there with a cup of freshly – brewed tea, a laptop and a guitar humming a new ballad. But then I realized that it was just me working on a project. Different continents, countries, time zones – all these things couldn’t ruin our love. Love that was neatly wrapped in a blanket of our sleepy mornings, wild nights and all-consuming tenderness. All of a sudden, I heard that someone was knocking on the door. It was Ed.

I got up from the floor, almost stumbling over my own feet while I was trying to get to the door as fast as possible. I just couldn't handle being away from him any longer. My heart was racing in my chest and when I finally saw him, I was so overwhelmed, that tears pooled in my eyes. “Hey baby girl", these three words and him standing right in front of me was just too much. “You are here” was everything I could say, before he pulled me in for a hug and I wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could. It kinda felt like a dream and I couldn't believe that he was actually here in my arms. I've had missed him so much, it was crazy. I didn't know it was possible to miss a person so much that it physically hurt but I learned that the hard way. “Yes, I am, love... and I'm not gonna leave anytime soon”, he said, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head. Smiling I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip. “Thank god, but I wouldn't let you go anyway”, I said, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, before I kissed his lips. It had just been too long... and missing him got harder every time he left for another leg of his never ending tour. But for now he was all mine... at least until we had to leave for that party. It was just so good to have him back, feeling his arms around me, his lips on mine, his amazing scent. God, it was almost too much for me.

I pouted, when he broke away from me to go to the bathroom to probably freshen up a bit.

He looked so casual and a bit tired after a long-distance flight, but all excited. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt that drew my attention to his colorful flexed biceps. He took off his spectacles and rubbed his eyes in this childish way that always melts my heart. I heard him screaming from the bathroom: “Did you miss me, love?”. Of course, he knew the answer but wanted to hear it one more time. I’d just wanted to tell him everything that I felt at the moment but there he was, standing next to the door-post. He left his T-shirt somewhere in the hamper. His bright tummy looked like a masterpiece and he had that promising, mischievous look in his eyes. I couldn’t help but come up to him: “Do you really want to know it? Did I miss you? Let me show you, baby boy”. I started trailing my fingers from his bare chest to the auburn scruff on his face that was deliciously tickling my fingers. He pulled me to his naked torso and I felt heat spreading all over my body. He left me speechless.

Actually, I couldn't even put into words how much I missed him so it was probably a better idea to show him. I was kinda nervous now, being so close to him and I was sure it was because I was so excited for him to be back. My whole body was tingling and I just wanted to feel him all over me. Like... he was so close but still too far away. “Go on, love, show me”, his raspy, whispering voice sent shivers down my spine, so I needed a moment, before I was able to put my lips on the rose tattoo on his left shoulder. My lips wandered from there to his neck, then down to the lion on his chest, while my hands rested on his stomach, slowly travelling down to his belt. Ed tilted his head back, anticipating my hands unbuckling it. He is a well-known tease-lover but this time was my turn. I didn’t want to let this little ready-to-go kitten get everything at once, even though I was dying to rip his pants off and admire this pleasurable view. I started giving him feather-light touches in the area where his trousers started visibly tenting. “Please, let me.. I can’t wait anymore...” he whispered under the breath in his full of desire voice. “Don’t be so mea..” he didn’t manage to finish his phrase ‘cause my naughty fingers got under his belt just right into the pants and gave him a short stroke that couldn’t go without noticing. He shut his eyes, exhaled loudly and then grabbed me, put on his shoulder and then down to the sofa. I started giggling and bit his earlobe.

Ed pinned me to the velvet pillows on the couch and frowned his gingerish eyebrows articulating in a mentor-like tone: “Do you think this is funny? I’ve been craving for you all these months...Going to sleep with one single thought - you, and waking up thinking about your body right next to mine. The only thing I want to do during these spare hours before our Suffolk trip...the only thing I want... is your legs wrapped around me and your sweet moans in my ears”. That was the second when I finally lost my mind. His angelic, freckled face with curls on the forehead was just an inch away from mine and... I gave up. My lips crashed on his and it seemed like I’d lived all this time without oxygen and finally started breathing Before I met him I didn't know what it was like to be in love. Well, I thought I knew but this whole thing with him was so different. My feelings for him were so strong that it scared me from time to time. What if someday he left me? What if it didn't work out because of his job? I tried to erase these thoughts from my mind but sometimes I couldn't help but think about that. I loved him so much and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn't have a Plan B, so if this would go wrong in the future I wouldn't know how to keep going. Luckily, everything was fine now, he was back and he was all mine right in this second. “You're wearing way too many clothes, babe", he whispered after he broke the kiss and brought me back to reality. After all, reality was now better than dreaming. “Then help me get rid of it", I replied, biting my bottom lip, wiggling under him because I was so impatient. Just a second later I felt his warm, soft hands under my shirt and a small moan escaped my lips. I almost forgot how good his hands felt on me and I couldn't wait for more. I just hoped that he wouldn't play the teasing game with me tonight... but of fucking course he took his time, running his hands over my upper body and before I could complain I felt his lips on my neck, sucking and nibbling and I was pretty sure that I wouldn't get out of this without a hickey.

“I’m going to make you feel incredibly good, love”, he cooed while taking off my shirt. It was a bit chilly in the room but my nipples hardened not because of it but because of his skillful fingers that were dancing round them, twisting and squeezing. He was sitting on me with his eyes traveling from my face to my boobs. I lifted myself on the elbows and started unzipping his jeans. He helped me and threw his pants away standing there only wearing his black Calvin Klein’s. I felt these sparks of electricity and tension between us. He leaned towards me and without any hesitation took my shorts and a thong off. I wrapped my arms around his neck, inhaled this mind-blowing smell and wanted to capture this moment forever in memory. “Please don't ever leave for this long again", I mumbled between huffed breaths and chaste kisses, while I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls... but he just smiled, pressed a few kisses to my cheek, my neck, then travelled down my shoulder, my breasts and down my stomach. My eyes fell shut, I couldn't think anymore and the pure sensation of his lips on my skin was almost enough to send me over the edge. I was hungry for more... a lot more. Talking to him on the phone and texting just wasn't the same as actually feeling him on me.

“I'm here now, love”, I suddenly heard his voice again. “So don't worry”, ohh no, I didn't. He definitely erased every negative thought with what he was doing and he slowly made me lose my mind. His lips wandered even lower, but not where I wanted them the most. Instead he took his time to kiss every inch of my thighs, just letting me wait. Ohh, he would regret that later. He then made his way up again and just when I'd given up hope I suddenly felt his lips and his tongue right there! “Ohh fuck, Teddy”, I gasped, my hands finding his hair again to have something to hold onto. He used his long fingers to spread my folds and put his tongue deeper while rubbing his nose on the most sensual part of my dripping sex. His a bit calloused fingers kneaded every piece of this positively-singing area. My hips started spontaneously buckling straight into his face that was already covered with my juices. “Are u alright, sweet girl? Can’t wait for you to come all over my face?” he growled and started lapping me with a double zeal. Every time, these words, combined with the sexiest accent in the whole world, send me to the sky. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and they travelled from his head to my nipples. Ed noticed my action and gave me the wildest look of his already darkened navy-blue eyes. “Fuck...” I grasped, this man was truly gifted. I saw my impatient boy freeing his well-sculptured cock with one hand and giving it a long slow stroke. He couldn’t wait anymore but didn’t forget about me. Ed started rubbing messy circles on my already intolerably aching clit. This spectacular sight and sensations sent stores of electricity down my lower belly wires. I would've loved to help him out but right now I wasn't able to do anything other than to feel and watch while he touched himself. Every little movement of his fingers brought me closer, I was panting, biting my lip, trying to keep my eyes open because I just wanted to look at him. God, he was the most beautiful human being on earth and he didn't even know.

“Teddy, I'm so close, oh god, I-”, I couldn't finish my sentence, because his lips crashed down on mine but at the same time he stopped touching me and I growled into the kiss. Why the fuck did he stop now? I pushed him away playfully and looked at him puzzled, but this fucking tease just grinned at me. “Don't be mad at me, baby girl, I just don't want to finish you off like that just now”, uggh! I growled at him again, but I couldn't be seriously angry at him... not at all. Funnily, his little game just made me want him even more. I got him to lie on his back and I crawled over him, kissing his lips hungrily, while I felt his throbbing cock twitching against my tummy. “Let's see who's the impatient one here, huh?”, I whispered into his ear, rubbing myself against him. I kissed him again, while my hands travelled over the colorful tattoos on his chest, his belly, further down... and then up again. I took my time, listening to his heavy breathing and soft moans which really, really turned me on... until I finally touched him where he needed me the most. Just fingertips to very sensitive, soft skin but I heard him take a sharp breath and that made me want to tease him some more.

“Do you want more?”, I asked, looking into his eyes while my fingertips kept stroking him. “Yes, please...I want more...”, he whispered, trying to concentrate his attention on my fingers rubbing a pink plush head of his tool. I spit on my palm and spread it all the way down his shaft. It was a long wet stroke that made him tense his belly muscles. Poor boy, he couldn’t last any longer and I decided to stop that sweet torture. I was literally dripping wet and my only wish at that moment was Ed’s cock stretching out my sensitive walls...I was dying to feel every vein on his shaft and his hands all over my buzzing body. I made myself comfortable and started lowering... his twitching head touched and entered my opening just for a sec. I saw Ed’s fists grabbed the blanket that was on the sofa but his eyes were wide-open and focused on that particular moment. I did the same thing one more time but let him feel it for a while. A long primal moan escaped his parted lips. “If you’re going to play with me like this, babe, I will explode in a minute”, he groaned in a begging tone. Okay, these words..this man... his desire.... Without any hesitation I sank all the way down his length... That feeling of him filling me out was just out of this world, especially after such a long time. His head fell back in pleasure and I heard a long, deep growl out of his mouth which turned me on even more. I stopped for a second, getting used to him, before I started moving.

My hands were on his chest for some support, while his grabbed my hips, his fingers digging deep into my skin, guiding me. We soon found the perfect rhythm, just like we always did and even if it sounded weird, I was always glad when that happened because every time he was gone I feared that something between us would change, he would find someone better, he would realize that he didn't want to have a relationship because his career was so engaging. But right now that wasn't the case. It was just us, our love and lust for each other and the perfect unity of our bodies. “Fuck, love... don't stop now”, he groaned and a second later our gazes met. We looked into each other’s eyes and the moment was so intense that I almost exploded right there and then. I definitely didn't think about stopping now, so I increased our pace, his hips meeting mine. I saw stars dancing in front of my eyes with every thrust and when he suddenly started kissing my neck and his fingers found my clit again I just lost it. Everything came crashing down on me and the high carried me away. A few seconds of absolute pleasure, no worries, no pain, nothing... just the pure thrill of ecstasy. My nails were digging deeper into his chest when I felt him twitch inside of me and my walls clenched around him again, what seemed to send him over the edge, too. His head fell to my chest and he was panting, while we both rode out or orgasms, trying to regain steady breaths. “I love you, baby girl”, I heard him whisper, as I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls. “I love you too... and I'm so happy to have you back”.

A perfect reunion.

We were lying on the couch. I was listening to his heartbeat and he was playing with my hair. I looked around: my table covered with papers, our photos on the wall, his armchair with the guitar next to it and a half-way-through packed suitcase...wait?!.. “Ed, Ed! We’re going to be late for your dad’s B-Day party!” I exclaimed grabbing my t-shirt and trying to put on my shorts at the same time. I heard Ed answering his phone: “Hi, mum...we are on our way...”

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #200

tw for abuse.

If you’re pale, do you get made fun of for it? No. Are you white/black/asian/mexican/etc? White. Ever been to Washington D.C.? Did you get to meet the president of the time? I've driven very close to it, but no. Ever been to NYC Or LA? If so, how were your experiences there? No. Were you adopted? If so, have you met your biological parents? How about biological siblings or grandparents? N/A Ever had an abusive parent or other family member? If so, what’s the worst they did? No, thank Christ. Are either of your parents engaged but not married yet? No. Do you like older or younger siblings better? I have both, but. Hypothetically, if I had to choose one in general (not picking between my real sisters), probably younger. Ever had to take care of a baby sibling? If do, did you feel responsible, or were you just annoyed? No. We're 2-3 years apart, so there's never been a situation like that. Have you ever had a close friend get knocked up early? Can we not say "knocked up." No. Do you prefer baby boys or baby girls? I mean it depends on the kid, but I believe boys have less of an attitude. Are you one of those losers that buys things with the letter of your name? Well they're not "losers?" But whatever, no. I don't see the appeal at all. Have you done any form of martial arts? If so, what? If not and you want to, which one(s)? No, but I'd like to learn some form of self-defense. Would you be willing to let someone you know die if it means you can save an entire village? Lol this is such a Life Is Strange question, don't do this to my emotions. It depends on the person. If you were to write a letter to your future self, what would you say? Something about absolutely never giving up, regardless of the struggle. What are your thoughts on cults? Do you know anyone who has joined one? To my understanding, not all cults are bad... I think. If there are harmless ones, go for it, dude. Whatever you wanna believe. I knew a guy back in school who created one. What is a character trope that you really dislike? (For example, the Manic Pixie Dream Girl) The bitchy, germaphobe priss. Are you a fan of steampunk? If you don’t know what it is, would it be something you’d be interested in looking into? Hell yeah. What was the first job that you ever held? Do you remember how much you were paid (if you’re comfortable sharing)? Sales associate at GameStop. Idr. Would you say that you’re good at understanding people with accents (especially those who don’t have standard Anglo ones)? Most, save for severely southern. And I live where that accent is commonplace. How do you feel about anarchy? Let's not. Society would crumble in days. If you have any, who’s your favorite music artist from the 1970s? Probably Van Halen, but ugh, I love SO MANY metal/rock bands from that era. Do you think travelling is something that every young person should do to gain life experience? I'd say so. See that the world is more complex and varied than you'd think. When was the last time you listened to new music? I've been listening to new In This Moment songs periodically. Listened to "Blood" a few days ago. What word spelled out looks weird to you? Oh, I'm sure there's plenty. Do you require “closure” after things like break-ups or do you move on easily? I've only had one serious break-up, and I didn't even begin recovery until we had our final conversation over a year later that helped me reach closure. Is there a genre of movie that you just can’t watch? Musicals. Do they count as a genre? What was the last song to give you nostalgia? Hm... I"m blanking. But I know something did pretty recently. Have you ever had a conversation with a cab driver? Never been in a cab. Do you have any shirts from vacation/tourist locations? From beaches, which I never wear. I've only received them as gifts. What is one place you would like to go back and revisit? Chicago. Which would you prefer: a homemade gift, or a store-bought one? Homemade mean more to me usually, but as a gift, it obviously depends on what it is. When was the last time you were “under the influence?” I last drank uhhhh. I think at Sara's when her dad almost made me an alcoholic because holy FUCK bartending skills Jesus fucking Christ. How regular of an occurrence is this? Very rare. Have you ever had a relationship last for a year or longer? Twice now. What ended it, or are you still involved? We know the Jason story; Sara and I are still together. What’s the best time you’ve had at a high school sports game? Ugh, I never had a good time. I was just forced to go because Ashley was a cheerleader. If you’re out late, where are you likely to be? I couldn't even try to tell you the last time I was out late. Do you ever visit your mall’s arcade (if it has one)? Ours doesn't have one. Shirts with sarcastic sayings: yay, or boo? Yay. If “yay,” do you have a favorite? Bring Happy Bunny BACK TO THE FOREFRONT OF SOCIETY. If you lost the use of your limbs, would you still want to live? Eh, if it was just one leg, sure. What’s your absolute favorite topic to discuss? Weeps Markimoo. What is your least favorite topic to discuss? Politics and economics. When was the last time you played hide-and-go-seek? I played with my niece and nephew a few months back. They always hid in the same spots, lmao, but of course you gotta go along with kids, so I could "never find them." Where was your favorite place to hide? As a kid, I aaalways climbed into the toy box. Do you have a library card? Do you use it? No. Do you cuddle with your pet (if you have one)? Yup. What college did you want to attend as a kid? NC State. Was that still your choice when you grew up? Well, it didn't have the major I chose back then, but now that it does, that's probably where I'm transferring too after I get my pre-requisites. What sports star or athlete did you aspire to be like as a kid? None. How many colleges did you attend? Two so far. Going to a new one when I get my goddamn transcript from my cesspit that is my last school. Why did you choose the shirt you have on now? It's just a plain, gray tank. I wear tank tops to bed. Is marriage overrated? No? At this point in your life would you want to start a new career? I haven't even begun a career yet. Growing up what were your favorite cartoon characters? OKAY SO EMBARRASSING SECRET I'VE LITERALLY NEVER REVEALED. I was crazy for Ash Ketchum, and when I was young, I added daily to a story I wrote about being a Pokemon trainer; I didn't have Pokemon games because I was too embarrassed to ask back then, so I resorted to making it up. I filled up literally 3+ journals. Back to the main topic, far into that story, Ash became my boyfriend lmfao. Oh man, just answering this brings back such cute memories. Charmander-Charizard was my best friend and look it was just cute okay. What do you think has changed about you since you were a teenager? I'm way shyer. Looking back at high school were they the best years of your life? No. Were you the type of kid you’d want your children to hang out with? Yeah sure, I was genuinely a good kid. Do you look like your mom? Some say. When was the last time you overslept? I can't oversleep when I never have shit to do. What would you do if you could do anything without failing? Skydive, maybe? Do you use your phone as an alarm? If I need an alarm for whatever reason. What country do you live in? The United States. What is your native language? English. If you could meet any famous person (dead or alive) who would you meet? Take a guess. Do you have any piercings? Eight. Do you judge people that have multiple piercings? Fuck off. Do you dress up on Halloween? I WISH I could. I can't afford to buy shit to throw together as an outfit, nor do I do anything special that day, so. It's just a waste of time, save for taking a picture. Do you watch the Olympics? No. Do you like orange juice? So long there's not pulp in it. Have you read the Bible? Very little of it. Do you have a pet gecko? No. Are you scared of reptiles? Not at all. Have you ever seen the show 16 and Pregnant? Take that shit off television. No. Do you like cinnamon on your apple pie? I hate pie. Do you clap or cheer when at a concert? Well duh. Do you use a comb or brush? A comb. Do you eat the crust of your sandwiches? That's what I eat first since with food, I'm always the type that saves the best for last, and while I don't mind it at all, crust is the "worst" part. When you were younger, did you ever do that exclamation point that looked like an upside down triangle and had a really big dot? No. What are you listening to right now? "Whore" by In This Moment. Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? Hell yeah I have, don't even @ me, salmonella. Name a city that starts with A in your state/province etc. Asheville. Name a landmark that starts with M in your state/province etc. Idk. When was the last time you gave a horse a carrot? Boy, I have no clue. Have you ever had to shovel snow? No. What mountain ranges have you seen? Appalachian. Where would you most like to go in your state, etc that you haven’t been? THE ABANDONED WIZARD OF OZ-THEMED PARK. Deadass might get married there, jc. Has a wild animal ever been loose in your house? Mice. What do you like the songs you listen to to be about? I'm big on things dark-themed, especially in like some fantasy or hypothetical situation, or covering sensitive topics in a beautiful way. When was the last time you said ‘yay’? Yesterday when Sara updated me on her weight ahhhHHHHHHH she's getting closer and closer to a healthy one. Would you be a newscaster and speak to everyone in a hurricane? Hell no. Have you ever seen or touched an iceberg? No. Do you use a toaster or toaster oven? Oven. Who was the last member of the opposite sex you laid in a bed with? I think Girt when we were watching TV one day in Nicole's room. Would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler? Rottweiler! Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? Yeah. Where was the last place you stayed over? Sara's. Do you know anyone that owns horses? Not well. Think back to the last time (or a time) when you were in a fight with someone and just blurted out exactly what was on your mind. Did you somewhat regret saying what you said? What happened? When Mom hit me for a completely uncalled-for reason (I can't actually remember what it was, other than it was stupid as hell) last year, I said, "Oh, I can't wait to tell Alyssa (therapist) about this one," and she didn't reply or say another word to me for like hours, maybe not even that night. No, honestly, I don't regret it. You don't slap your fucking kid. Towards the end of your last relationship, how did you know it was over? How did you and your significant other change towards each other? (ex. not calling each other babe, baby, etc.) I wasn't opening up to him any further after four months, and I just didn't feel a romantic connection. I wasn't comfortable. We didn't change much, really, just that we no longer hold hands and he doesn't kiss me obviously. We went back to exactly how we were before, thankfully. Have you ever had a significant other NOT believe you when you said “i love you” to them? Why was that? How did you react? No. Do opposites really attract? Have you ever experienced this? Explain. Sure, for some people. I've never been too attracted to someone too different from me. Has anyone close to you ever drifted away because they started hanging out with a new crowd? Did you try talking to them about it? What eventually happened? Story. Of my goddamn. Life. And only one, my former best friend. Just last year I finally reached out to her, and I guess we're "friends," buuut she only talks to me on her watch. I won't get into that. Have you ever found yourself heading on the wrong path? What happened? Probably, but idr. When did you last not feel accepted? Why did you feel that way? Ha, I'm sure recently. I just about always feel like that. Has anyone had to take your drink from you because you were drinking too much? How did you react? No. What’s your opinion on the world relying on technology too much and not paying enough attention to natural resources? Eek, there're positives and negatives. I totally believe it's possible someday for the singularity to happen, yet at the same time, technology is an almost perfect approach to many tasks, menial or complicated. Have you ever felt like it was just pointless to cry? Did you hold yourself back from crying or did you let it out? Sure, probably. I usually hold it back, typically far more frequently than I should, although on most occasions, crying just doesn't come. I just get a tight jaw and everything. Have you ever had a love/hate relationship with someone? Tell me about it. Meh, Colleen many times. I'm not delving into that story again. Has your pride ever gotten in the way of admitting that you felt weak or were in pain? How so? No. Whose lies have affected you the most? Jason's, although I'll give him enough credit that at the time of making them, he probably meant most/all of them. But they were still lies and broken promises. Have you ever dreamt in another language? No. Who was the last person you met and instantly liked? What about the last person you met who you immediately disliked or got bad vibes from? Hm. Oh, the girl who was in VR class with me. She loved my tattoo, so that sparked a brief convo, and she had awesome ones too. In class, she was funny and relatable and just in general had a very approachable personality. I wanted to talk more to her, but. Shyness and anxiety. ;_; For the other half of the question, I'm uncertain. I'm sure it was some man with my paranoia and distrust. What’s the most interesting news you read or received recently? What about the most depressing? I don't pay much attention to the news unless I just scroll past something on Facebook... and nothing's really coming to me. Ah, checked my FB real quick and I recently shared something about this crow couple that have been together for 12 years; the female has a broken beak, and her mate always feeds her. The most depressing was certainly a dog that was left out in the snow up north, and he was found dead and pretty much frozen in his doghouse. Pretty sure the owner was arrested. Thank fuck for the new law regarding pets being out in the cold. Would you let politics get in the way of a relationship? It would have to be a SERIOUS difference on a major matter that revealed deep, core beliefs. What is one thing someone could say that would automatically make you distrustful of them? I wouldn't mention you have a criminal record around me. I don't care what for unless it was seriously bullshit. What is one way in which you need to learn to control yourself? I need to STOP jumping to conclusions and becoming super defensive when I feel I'm in serious danger of being hurt emotionally. Do you have any friends who are on and off with bfs/gfs all the time? No. When was the last time you almost cried out of exhaustion? It was that and embarrassment. When I was at the airport to go home after visiting Sara, I fucked up in understanding the gate shit, carried my heavy bag ALL the way to the end, ALL the way back to the beginning, and then ALL THE FUCKING WAY BACK when I found the screen that told me my gate. At this same time, my knees were in awful condition and of course the sweating situation was goddamn humiliating. I'm very, very surprised no one asked if I was okay; I can only imagine how contorted and pained my face was, aaaand yay excessive sweating, I was literally soaked. I was very close to crying that day. What's a TV show you hate missing? None. The only situation where I'd be like that is if Meerkat Manor returned. What's a movie/book/TV show/band/whatever you highly recommend? Movie: Forrest Gump; book: Johnny Got His Gun; TV show: The Good Doctor; band: Otep is too underrated. Who taught you to tie your shoelaces? Dad first taught me the "wrong" way, then Mom corrected me in how you should properly do it. What's your favorite picture of yourself as a child? *shrugs* What is something people are surprised to hear about you? I've been told by many people that they're surprised to learn I have just about debilitating social anxiety. I always think I cover it awfully, but apparently I've adapted well enough to it that I can fake comfort decently, I suppose. What was the last bug you saw? Probably a fly, idk. Are there any people you know in real life that you only talk to online? Not off the top of my head... Is it cruel to keep a dog in a cage or tied up most of the time? No shit. About what things are you most selfish? Alone time. I need it. Are you camera shy? Why/why not? Yes, because odds are I will look like a blobfish out of water trying to smile but only succeeding in looking seriously high. What is the worst thing a former boyfriend/girlfriend has done to you? Dropped me like a boulder into a canyon and dashed off with zero intent of breaking up even nearly appropriately. Was anyone rude to you today (or yesterday, if you’re taking this early)? No. What was your favorite sleepover game? *shrugs* Have you ever swore in church? Possibly? Do you have memories from preschool? Some, yeah. Particularly of Christopher and some boy whose name I can't remember being pretty much obsessed with me and always chasing me in recess to hug the fuck out of me and apparently the other boy got in trouble all the time for trying to kiss me. Kinda recently in therapy we dug into my extreme fear of men, people being behind me, and rape (it's too a seriously unrealistic degree), and we think this mighta just been what sparked those fears so early. I also remember I was talkative at nap time, I brought the movie Antz for us to watch and everyone hated it, and I once brought my Snorlax plushy for show-and-tell. I remember making a gingerbread man tree ornament, too. Do you celebrate Earth Day? No, I never really know what to do. :/ I'd love to do even little things like pick up litter, but walking here is pretty dangerous, and we're also in a spot where you' seldom see anything. What is your least favorite thing about your full name? I hate my last name. What’s your favorite kind of Poptart? The chocolate sundae one or whatever it's called? What was the last thing you used sliced bread to make? A sandwich. What does your room look like when you sleep? Still kinda bright with Venus' and Kaiju's lights, Roman is usually in here with me, and Teddy is sometimes. Are your fingers long, or short? Mom always tells me I have Grammy's "long piano fingers." *shrug Do you like your grandparents? She reeeaaally gets under my skin a lot of times, but yeah. Do you like to fly on planes? If I'm at the window seat. What brand name do you think is just way over the top expensive? I'unno, lots. PLENTY of designer clothes shit, though. Like the fuck, most of those things I see are hideous. Do you find it hard to concentrate in really loud places? Yup. Do you tend to get more sleep on the weekends the during the week? They're the same for me. Are you comfortable talking to strangers? No. What’s the most boring game to exist? Why do you dislike it so much? I mean idk. Do you mean board games, card games, video games? I can tell you right off the bat I'm not a card game fan, almost ever. Do you lie about not having extra pens, so you don’t have to lend them? I don't believe I ever did. What’s your favorite YouTube video? What’s it about? Oh boy, I couldn't tell you. Do you get nervous when you’re about to get a haircut? No. What do you do to pass the time when you’re waiting for something? Mess around on my phone. Whenever you take pictures, do they always end up posted on Facebook? No. Can you name something that makes you feel nostalgic from each of the following: a scent, a sight, a sound, a taste, and a feeling? Breakfast cooking (scent), tobacco fields (sight), whippoorwills (sound), those smiley face french fries (taste), excitement (feeling). What is one small thing your significant other does that makes you happy? If you are single, what is one small thing a friend does to make you happy? I love seeing her spaz over something cute lmao. If you could have a dollar for every time something happened, what would it be? Someone pointing out how many meds I'm on. What is something that you wish more people in your life were interested in (a topic, a hobby, etc.)? Ummm idk? What is a feel-good song that you’ve been listening to lately? Well, Epica's "Sacred & Wild" cover always pumps me up a bit. What are some things you enjoy seeing pictures of? m a r k, meerkats, Pyramid Head, Mom legitimately smiling/laughing, Sara with her babies... lots more. Who is somebody from your past that had a big positive impact on you? What would you say if you could speak to them right now? Two of my previous teachers. They always had life lessons to teach and not just English. Have you ever bought something recommended by an ad before? What was it, and were you happy with your purchase? I'm not sure. What is a website that you visit frequently that isn’t a form of social media? Wikis I help edit. Do you watch The Big Bang Theory? I don't watch TV, but if it's on, yeah, I enjoy it. Do you ever listen to country music? No. From inside of your house, how many doors lead outside? Two. Who is the most complicated person in your life right now? Me. Do you still wear armbands or rubber rings in the pool? No. Are you one of those people who talks to everyone when you’re out? Definitely not. What would be your ideal pet? Something very affectionate, calm, and in tuned with my emotions. Are there any websites you just don’t see the point in? I'm sure there's something. Have you got anything you’ve had since you were a baby? Stuffed animals. Mom maybe has my pacifier somewhere. Is there anyone you’re really jealous of? Envious, rather. Do you hit electronics when they don’t work? No. Do you dislike any certain group of people? Well yeah, like rapists and pedophiles. But "hate" is far more suiting. Have you ever bought anything you really wanted, only to never use it? Maybe? I never really have my own money to buy things myself. Are you scared of fireworks? No. What was the last flyer someone gave you for? No clue. Do movies/books inspire you to change your life in any way? Johnny Got His Gun furthered my will to be a pacifist. Do you read movie quotes even when you haven’t seen the movie? No? What does your favorite bag look like? It has a macabre owl/spider design. Do you customize your possessions? Not usually. What’s a smell that makes you feel ill? (besides the obvious) Gasoline will usually give me a headache if I'm dealing with it long enough. Do you get lonely easily? Yeah. Is your car older than a 2000? I don't have my own car. Where was the last place you wrote a check to/used your debit card? I don't have a debit card. Nor have I written a check. What was your favorite board game as a child? I loved Mall Madness believe that shit or not, there was a Cranium fair thing I adored, I loved Clue a lot when I was old enough to understand it, and I was crazy about this The Crocodile Hunter game too, which I've kept for nostalgia purposes, even though it's been broken for a long time. Who was the last person to give you flowers? I think Tyler. If a stranger asked you to take a picture with them what would you do? That's a big 'ole spooky nope. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Absolutely Internet. .-. How many times have you been to a museum? A handful, I guess. Would you rather be a panda or grizzly bear? A panda. Do you like BBQ sauce? Omg NO. Have you had sex in the past 3 weeks? Well, lesbian intimacy. Do you regularly experience pain in any part of your body? My knees. Did the last person you kissed ever give you a hickey? No. Do you have to see something to really believe it? No. Do you believe everyone is gifted with something? Eh, I dunno. Have you ever been busted for under age drinking? No. Tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. What is it called? What does it look like? I have a stuffed moose on my dresser named Brownie. He's all brown and lying down. What’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? Who knows. What’s your favorite myth? The one of the Jersey Devil. Have you ever used a Ouija board? I am. SO curious. But too afraid to fuck with them lmao. Are you planning on getting tattoos? Which ones? Oh, hunny. I can at least say my next one is most likely to be the Shadow of the Colossus sigil designed as if it's stamped into the ground on my left hand. Do you read comics? What are your faves? No. Do you have any apple devices? If so what have you got? An ancient iPod nano and my old iPhone. Have you ever said something that you instantly regretted? Very likely. Do you get upset when a pet fish dies? I haven't had a fish in forever, but I never really bonded with any I did have as a little kid. Are you a soprano, alto, tenor or bass? A tenor probably, or alto? Do you bruise easily? Extremely. One reason I got tested for anemia (which came back negative). Do you know anybody who is afraid of clowns? Lots of people. Have you ever seen a zebra? At a zoo. Have you ever had a rolling backpack? Yup. Then we couldn't have them in high school for whatever reason. If you could do magic, what is the first spell you would learn? Healing. Do you hang toilet paper over or under? Whichever way it just happens to be positioned in my hands when I pick it up. When do you feel the most confident? If a situation arises where my meerkat knowledge needs to be spilled lol. What makes you laugh? Unexpected but funny things destroy me the most. Then of course there're actually good jokes and/or sarcasm. What movie quotes do you use of a regular bases? None. What’s the craziest conversation you have ever eaves-dropped on? No clue. What’s the coolest animal you’ve seen in the wild? I saw a perched owl in the woods while fishing years ago; don't remember what kind, though. It was so cool though, it stared right at us while we rowed past. Also quite sure I got a quick glimpse of a mink along the distant bank while also fishing. What do you wish you knew more about? Politics, so I could actually play a knowledgeable role in it by voting in confidence and such. Do you carry hand sanitizer every where you go? Yes. Do you use your fingers to do simple math problems? Yuuuup. Do you wear foundation? Literally only if I'm trying to look my absolute best. Otherwise, god no, I hate how it feels. Do you get self conscious when wearing a bathing suit? Don't even get me started. What makes you distracted? Music, TV, talking... basically dynamic sound. Do you wear really dark eye liner? I only ever wear black. Are you a fan of Justin Bieber? No. Does your hometown have bad memories attached to it? Yeah, some. How many subscribers do you have on your YouTube channel? Idk. Does snow and ice ever got on the inside of you window panes? I don't think so? What do you do for pain? Soldier through it, take meds, use a heating pad or cold washcloth/bag of ice depending on the type of pain, try to sleep to let it hopefully pass or alleviate. What type of lotion do you use? One for dry skin. What were your favorite clothing stores in high school? Hot Topic and rue 21. Name a YouTuber whom you think acts shallow and superficial. I'm sure there's plenty, like say, the Paul brothers. Do you know anyone who has twin babies or toddlers? A woman I vaguely know through dance has twins. If so, what are their names? Idr. Would you ever want to have twins? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST NO If you could have a car in any color you wanted, which color? Burnt orange. What is your favorite Avril Lavigne song? "Nobody's Home" is still incredible. Have you ever done something and been afraid of getting caught? Yeah. Have you ever had a bedroom that had wallpaper on the walls? I think the house I grew up in had it... Would you ever hitchhike? Why or why not? No, because I don't trust strangers for shit. What color is your stapler? Black. Do you have a desk that you sit at in your room? No. Have you ever completed a weight loss program? No. What was the last thing you were mad at a doctor about? OHHHHH, THAT STORY AGAIN?????????????? Where you live, is it possible to get sunburned&frostbitten in same week? Pretty much. Is your mother a lesbian? No. Are you part Swedish? No. Are you planning to travel outside of your country in the next 6 months? I doubt in six months. Do your parents live in the same city as you? Dad doesn't, but I live with Mom. What genre of books interest you the most? Fantasy. Do any of your close friends NOT have a Facebook account? Yeah, I think. German type foods: delicious or disgusting? I don't really know their cuisine. If you had your way, what color(s) would you dye your hair? I've seen a gorgeous pastel rainbow design on short hair before, and I my GOD I want. Do you like seafood? If so, what is your favorite? If not, what is your favorite type of food? UGH no. I do, however, like shrimp. But that's it. Have you ever eaten a veggie burger? Yeah, it wasn't that bad. I had Burger King's during my vegetarian juncture. If you could master any sport, which one would you choose? Dance. If you could meet any major political figure, who would it be? What would you say to him/her? Meh. Do you play any unique instruments? No. In school, did you take any classes to learn how to play any instruments? Flute, yes. Then after I got my lip pierced, I was moved to the percussion section to learn shit in like two days. Basically, I was useless 'til I realized I could position my lip on the mouthpiece where the ring didn't affect the flow of air much. I later got to a point of taking it out for every band class, though. Idr why; instructor probably wanted me to. Did you actually pay attention in Spanish class? I didn't take Spanish. If you drink Monster, what is your favorite flavor? If you don’t drink Monster, why not? None, because it tastes like literal poison. If you had/have a Club Penguin account, how old were you when you got it? No clue. What religion/spiritual path intrigues you the most, if any? Wiccan. What ancient culture intrigues you the most, if any? I don't remember any well enough to answer here. Are/were your parents hippies? I don't believe so? Would you ever consider getting dreadlocks? Oh lort no. If you had a baby boy right now, what would his middle name(s) be? Victor or Vincent, probably. What heritage does your last name imply? Scottish. How about your middle name? French. And first? English. What is your heritage, anyway? That I know of, Irish, German, and Polish. Were your parents born in the United States? Most importantly, were you? If not, what country? Yes to both. “Happy Holidays,” “Merry Christmas,” or “Merry X-Mas?" I couldn't care less.

#survey #quiz #questions #random

[charke105]

on tumblr again for the first time in a while. i’m slightly high and this is a lot of stream of consciousness, so you can stop reading here and just expect me to start posting here again.

i’ve been having a harder time than usual lately. the last week of september, i went on a vacation to china with some work friends and friends of friends. i was nervous beforehand not only because it was the first time i’d be taking an actual vacation (not a staycation or family visit back to nc) since i moved to madison and started at the company three years ago, but also because i was traveling with (1) some strangers and (2) white people to a place that is extremely personal and complicated for me. long story short, it was a really really really fun trip. i love the folks i traveled with, despite none of them using the correct pronouns and most of them being problematic in ways i would not have had the patience for in college. i’ve learned to love and care for people who i know don’t love and care for people like me in the way i need them to, but who i also trust to love and care about me as an individual. it’s hard. really fucking hard. i know that the past three years of my life have grown me as a person in some ways while also destroying parts of me that made me both sharper and softer than i am now. i still find joy in other peoples’ joy and love seeing people having a good time when it’s not at the expense of others. i still love being outside at night and listening to the world turn. i still love sunshine and good books and trying to help the people i love feel supported and beautiful and strong because they are. i still love thrifting and meditating and working out and tattoos and humanity. but i also do more drugs, spend more money without thinking, and have a much larger capacity for bullshit than ever before. and i hate those things. i’m more anxious when sober, have this strong underlying feeling of desperation that infects all that i say and do, and constantly feel like i’m on the verge of something. i don’t know if that something is good or bad, but considering how casually i think about dying it’s probably the latter. i started journalling again when i got back from china and the gist of what i’ve learned is that i have a lot of self hatred that i never even knew existed. i like a midwestern white guy who i know has an asian fetish. i’m staying at a job and in a city that destroys my soul. i’m trying to fill myself with anything to avoid falling back into the apathy of the past few years, but i’m not sure if apathy might actually be better. ghost or robot. i still think about that a lot. i don’t want to be either, but it’s like i’ll never be able to get away from feeling like both. i smile and laugh a lot more freely these days, but anyone who really knows me knows that most of the time it’s because the only other option would be to cry. maybe the best thing about the trip to china wasn’t meeting and hanging out with wonderful kind people but remembering what it is to actually feel. i’ve cried more freely since being back than i had since my first summer at the company when i finally hardened myself enough to stop feeling the pain and accepting that this is my life now. 

i put in my notice two weeks ago. my lease ends in april. the company is taking me off the project i hate most, so i said i’d try it out but make no promises. i plan on staying to the end of the calendar year and re-evaluating at that point. i’m applying to grad schools. i’m terrified that i won’t get in. or that i will and that i’ll go and realize i’m still unsatisfied and unhappy and that maybe it’s something in me that’s wrong. i burn bridges so easily - even more easily now than in college, i think. and so often it’s not because i don’t care for the people on the other side anymore, but because i’m selfish and often feel like i don’t even have enough love to keep myself alive let alone anything to give to anyone else in the world. going to china and then putting in my notice were the first really good things i’d done for myself in a really long time. if i stay past the end of this year, i’ll know how much i really hate myself. i’m terrified of looking for another job and of not having financial security and of not having community. i might not have a community in the way that i want in madison or at epic, but at least i have people who will feed me when i’m sad, get high with me when i need to get away (literally every waking minute of everyday for the past 2+ weeks), let me sleep over when i’m a hot mess, go to concerts on whims with me, and try to convince me that i’m not generally just a leech and waste of space. 

i’m trying to do things differently. i’m trying to love myself. i’m trying to care about whether i live past the given second. i’m trying to choose joy. i’m trying. i’m trying. i’m trying to be comfortable being alone. i mean, i’ve been fine for years alone. 

i’m remembering this year that fall was always my favorite time of year growing up. the leaves changing color and falling in the south. the cold air coming out of swim practice with my hair wet. school starting. my birthday. my mom’s birthday. halloween. thanksgiving. weekends biking with my parents. sunday morning nature trail and greenway walks/runs. chinese school. knitting season. boots and jackets and scarves. i loved this time of year.  

when i was younger, not even like a kid but like also into college, i thought i would be married by the time i was 25. i wanted kids. several of them. i wanted love and joy and to be able to wrap my kids in warmth and safety and love so they never knew what a broken place the world can be. i wanted two boys and a girl. i wanted to name them white christian names. i wanted so many normal middle class things. now even the thought of life partnership is scary, not because of the commitment to another human, but because i don’t want to subject anyone to my own brokenness. i know we all carry our own baggage and our own hurt and pain and i want to be able to help alleviate those things for other people, but i can’t help but feel that i would just be baggage myself. i remember when caitlin used to call me her “at least” person. like, i could always find something in every circumstance that would make it at least a little better. but. it’s been years since i could call myself an optimist or even just a happy person. i don’t know how to go back or even if i want to. i don’t want kids anymore because the world is more broken than ever and i can’t in good conscience bring pure souls into this world to be broken. i can’t do it. if i live long enough and get my shit together i want to foster and adopt. i won’t bring more children into the world, but i do want to protect the ones who are already here. 

sometimes i wish i had died before. not like a conscious wish, but just a thought in passing. like, what if my mom had had an abortion like my dad wanted? what if no one had been home when i fell out of a high chair and cracked my skull as a baby? what if i had been hit by a car when i ran into traffic as a toddler at disneyland? honestly i think about walking into traffic a lot in passing these days. but i wouldn’t want the folks in the cars to be hurt or to have to pay fines or go to trial or any of that shit. it just seems like a simple enough way to go without much thought. i wonder if in other universes there are versions of me who have died already and every almost death i live here hurts because a shard of our shared soul dies with them. 

but then i think of all the near-ish death experiences i know of that people i love have lived through. how different my life would be if i lost them forever. how to live without their smile or laugh or the potential for more. i miss my grandmother a lot these days even though i only saw her every other summer or so growing up. i miss the memories we could have had, had i grown up in china with her. i miss the memories we could have had, had i not been as much of a brat as a child. i miss playing cards and eating spicy peanuts and purple veggies with congee with her. i miss how she would always compare me to a cat. i think she was the first. i miss how slow walks around the complex and taking turns with my family supporting her when she stopped being able to breathe and walk alone. i miss watching trash chinese dramas with her. i miss sunday morning phone calls when my grandfather would forget i existed and only ask about my brother, but she never forgot me. i miss how supportive she was of everything i did. how she always believed in me, even when i set impossible goals. i miss her like i miss the china i never got to know growing up in north carolina. how much history, how much love, how much knowledge, how much experience died with her. it’s been a year now and i feel like i’m finally grieving. i honestly didn’t even know i loved her until she was gone.

my grandma didn’t want me to be a doctor like my parents did. she wanted me to be whatever i wanted to be as long as it was safe and i was happy. i wonder what she would think of me now. the face i put on for my parents is one that she could always see through. my parents like to call me happy girl. they’ve done it since i was small, like if they said it enough they could speak it into existence. they think that because i smile and laugh and sing and dance when i’m home then i must be happy. it’s easier to be a child around them again, but it’s not real and sometimes i wish they knew it. but as they’re getting older i want them to be happy. they’ve had such hard lives and i just want their last decades to be happy and peaceful and without conflict and without resentment and without worry. sometimes i think about the little they’ve been willing to share with me about their own childhoods growing up during the Cultural Revolution. they’ve always been adamant that i not compare my own circumstances to theirs. we grew up in different times and different places and with different values and different challenges. they did everything they could to make sure that my brother and i never ran the risk of living the hardest parts of their lives. sometimes i think it’s made me weak. they’ve passed down the ability to appreciate little insignificant things, but they haven’t passed down the ability to endure. 

i think a lot about how this is where my life is right now. i’m 25 and i thought i would be married by now but i’m just liking a guy for the first time in years and even if he feels right i can’t forget that he hits so many dealbreakers for me. i’m 25 and i thought i would be a social worker but instead i’m working in corporate america without the ability to directly intervene in the lives of the most vulnerable populations i want to work with. i’m 25 and i thought i would have my shit together at this point but i’m dropping hundreds on feeling alive but not too alive. i only have 25 more years, if that, to finish a bucket list i haven’t even finished creating. 

my horoscope this week reminded me that i’m dying everyday. honestly it was exactly what i needed to read. not only am i dying everyday, i could actually die any day. i think it’s time to get my life in order. the night before i put in my notice, i made a list of people who i would want to know i loved them at some point in my life and still care deeply about them even if we are no longer in any sort of communication. it’s a list of people who have helped me stay alive and who’ve brought me joy in knowing. i made it so that if i died, there’d be a list somewhere of people who i wanted to receive my life insurance. and that’s the actual moment when i realized i needed to quit.

if i am still here at this time next year, i don’t think i will live much longer after. i need to get out and it needs to be soon. at some point my fear of the unknown got eclipsed by my fear that i will actually kill myself. it’s a weird thing i think to have such casual thoughts of death. like in the shower last week when i wondered if it would be possible to drown myself, or if i’d pass out first and somehow come to still breathing. or when i decided to bleach my hair again this weekend and wondered if ingesting hair bleach would be painful. or when i picked up vicodin and prescription grade aleve for my upcoming surgery yesterday and wondered how my body would handle taking all of the pills at once (to be fair i was v high when that thought crossed my mind). i think about walking into an oncoming bus pretty often. idk. i wish i knew if other people had thoughts like this too.

#personal

[alldaydolan]

One Night (g.d.) - Pt. 1

Summary: it’s weird how spending one night with someone can completely change your outlook on that person...

Warnings: Cursing

Grayson’s POV

I heard a knock at my door, interrupting the game I was playing, making me more annoyed than the party that was going on down stairs. Normally I’d be attending and hanging out with my friends, but I just wasn't in the mood tonight,

“Wrong room!”

I yelled from my position on my bed, assuming it was another person trying to find a bathroom or another couple trying to find somewhere to make out

But the knocking continued

I paused my game and stomped across my dorm to go tell who was on the other of my door to fuck off

“I already told you.......Wha-”

“Listen Dolan.......I don’t want to hear any snarky remarks about this. Just shut up and take your clothes off.”

(Y/n) slurred as she came waltzing into my room, obviously drunk.

“Um what the hell are you talking about?”

“The offer you made me a few weeks ago, silly”

She must be referring to when I told her she was welcome in my room anytime if she wanted a good time away from that boyfriend of hers. 

Of course I was kidding.........well kinda.

(Y/n) was extremely hot, and there was no doubt I was attracted to her. But I kind of wanted more with her, instead of my usually.... lets say ‘flings’

She was intelligent, bright, kind......God the list could go on and on.

But I recently found out she had a boyfriend back home in North Carolina.

Maybe that’s the real reason I’m in my room on a Friday night instead of down stairs, but she’d never know that.

“How much have you had to drink?” I asked with a confused and concerned expression

“Um let’s see I had a shot, or two.....or 4. Then I couldn't resist the keg stand because don’t allllll college kids do it at least once? And I thought ‘What better night to get drunk annnnnd check something off my bucket list than the night my boyfriend breaks up with me?’ So yeah I might have had a little to drink.” she said laughing “But yeah know it’s good to stay hydrated!” 

“Wait what? Say that again”

“It’s good to stay hydrated”

“No....What happened with your boyfriend?”

“Ohhhh Austin? Yeah he broke up with me. Something about me going to school all the way across the country in California was ‘too hard’ for him.”

Her eyes were sad, even though she said the words so simply,

She was hurt, but she’d never let anyone know that. Yet still I noticed. 

That’s why she was here, in my room. Any other day she wouldn’t be caught dead with me alone.

“So I’m gonna need you to take my mind off him...” she attempted to seductively say has she looked me in the eyes and placed her pointer finger on my bare chest

“(y/n) you- you’re drunk and you’re hurt. I’m not taking advantage of you like that.”

“Fine. Then I’ll just go find someone else. I mean it’s a frat house, it’s not like there’s a shortage of horny teenage boys”

She was about to pass me and walk out the door when I stepped in front of her.

“I’m not letting you do that either, babe”

“You don’t have the authority to let me do anything, Dolan”

Even when she was drunk she was still her sassy self. 

“Could you not be so stubborn, for one time in your life?”

“Could you not be a such a douche, for one time in your life” she mocked me

I just rolled my eyes

We stood there in silence for a moment. While she pouted I tried to think of what to say next to get her to willing stay.

“(Y/n), it’s getting late, so why don’t you stay here tonight, with me?

“Fine. But I’m doing it because I’m tired, not because you told me too.” 

She made her way to my bed and I tossed her one of my t-shirts to change into.

She started stripping and before I could say something, she had my shirt on and was pulling back the covers on my bed to crawl into.

And damn did she look good

I shortly followed her into bed and she layed her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her small frame and started to fall asleep.

*the next morning*

(y/n) POV

I woke up to the bright light peeking through the blinds and a massive head ache. I reached for a pillow and quickly buried my head under it as a loud groan escaped my mouth.

I then heard a light laugh come from across the room and I mentally screamed.

Who in the world could that be? Wait, where even am I?

I peaked my head over the pillow to see who the laugh belonged too.

I opened my eyes and saw a shirtless Grayson.

I was relieved to know it wasn’t a kidnapper, but then another thought crossed my mind. Grayson must have noticed the look my eyes and began to speak up.

“Don’t worry we didn’t sleep together or anything” 

“Oh thank God” I sigh of relief leaving my mouth

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t want to?”

“I would never.”

“That’s not what you said last night.....”

I throw a pillow at him in frustration, last night’s events slowly coming back to me

Grayson at this point was laughing hysterically 

Damn that laugh

“Here, drink this. It’ll help the hangover I know you have” he said while handing me an odd looking green smoothie, his laughter coming to an end

“Wow, who knew you could be so thoughtful?” I responded sarcastically

“And who knew someone could look so pretty the morning after spending most of the night on a keg stand?”

“That cheesy comment makes me want to throw up more than the keg stand it self” 

“Keep telling yourself that (y/l/n)” he said with a wink as he walked into the bathroom.

I just smiled and shook my head. He was always doing this, saying cheeky things. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like then, but he’d never know that.

I finished the rest of my smoothie and responded to the texts from my worried roommate. Grayson came out of the bathroom and pulled my attention from phone to him once again.

“You wanna go get breakfast? I’m starving.” 

After breakfast, Grayson drove me back to my dorm and we said our goodbyes.

As soon as I walked through my door my roommate and best friend, Taylor, immediately bombarded me with questions

“Tell me everything!!”

About a month had past, and Grayson and I started to spend more and more time together. 

We hung out about every night at his place, just watching TV or playing video games. We also had dinner together a few times, but nothing fancy. 

He was honestly starting to grow on me.

I learned more and more about him, and suddenly he wasn’t the jerk that I had originally made him out to be.

*3 months later - Spring Break*

“Why are you going home for spring break? Normal people try to get away from home.....some people even go to the beach. Oh and you know what? There’s a perfectly good beach about 20 minutes away, here in California.”

Grayson stated sarcastically, laying on my bed while I packed to go home for a week.

“Grayson, I’ve been away from home and my family for a while now.” I laughed as he pouted “And you don’t have to worry about me getting my beach time in, you know I pretty much live on the beach? Or do you just not listen when I talk about home?” 

I planned to leave Cali for spring break and return home to my small town of Wilmington, North Carolina. Most people think I'm crazy for leaving the beaches of CA for the ones in NC during the one week that college students get to do what they do best - which is party. 

The last time I went home was for the holidays, so I’m ready to see my family and be back in the familiarity of my humble town. Grayson wasn’t too happy about it though...

“Hey I listen to you!” Grayson whined, ”I just don’t like the idea of you leaving”

I went over to his position on the bed and sat down next to him

“You’ll see me in a week, so stop your whining” I laughed has he hit me with a pillow.

This quickly escalated into a full-on pillow fight and before I knew it i was on top of Grayson. And I finally managed to get his hands pinned beside his head.

“Do you give up?” I playfully teased him

“In your dreams, babe”

He then proceeded to flip me over so he was on top and I was one who was pinned. I couldn't say I minded though...

Our laughter had died down and now our faces were inches a part and we were both breathing deeply. Grayson started to move his face slowly towards mine and-

“IT’S SPRING BREAK BITCHES!”

Taylor screamed from the other side of the door

I heard Grayson sigh and roll his eyes in frustration as he climbed off of me.

I got up and opened the door to an overly energetic Taylor. She smiled before noticing my half empty suit case.

“(Y/n), why aren’t you packed yet?! Don’t you leave tomorrow morn- Hey Gabby can I borrow your blue halter top?” Taylor stated before she continued back down the hallway. 

“You think Taylor is excited about spring break?“ I sarcastically asked Grayson as I turned around. He was laying back on the bed with his arms behind his head, and damn did he look good. He laughed and I tried not to stare, but he made it very hard. 

“You’re drooling, (y/l/n)”

“Oh don’t flatter yourself, Dolan”

He laughed, and I just rolled my eyes and continued packing.

I finally finished packing, with no help from Grayson, and we decided to order Chinese food and watch movies back at his place.

I didn’t realize how late it was until I started to doze off, but at that point I was so tired that I didn’t care. So I shamelessly fell asleep with my head on Grayson’s shoulder.

Grayson’s POV

I kept thinking to myself that she was so effortlessly beautiful .

Then I started to replay in my mind how I almost kissed her today, and I couldn’t believe that she almost let me.

I had to somehow make her mine.

With that thought I couldn’t help but think back to the first night she spent with me. Who would have thought we’d be here now?

I was just about to fall asleep when I heard (y/n)’s phone ding.

I figured it was a text from Taylor, so I picked up the phone and read the message -

it was from Austin.

“I miss you, (y/n). I know I fucked up by letting you go, but hopefully you’ll give me another chance and we can work things out. Call me in the morning when you get this and I’ll see you tomorrow when you land. I love you”

PART TWO // PART THREE

#grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson dolan imagines #ethan dolan imagines #graysondolan #ethandolan #grayson and ethan #dolan #dolan twins #the dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #grayson and ethan imagines #graysonandethan #Grayson Dolan smut #Ethan Dolan smut

[minowen]

my life is a disaster and i want to stop existing, jfc

there's a few key characters: Tim, my BFF forever and always Zach, one of Tim's BFFS who lives in NC Ty, Zach's cousin, also Tim's friend Amber, Zach's wife Kacey, Ty's girlfriend Julie, Ty's mother Josh, Ty's brother

so back in Nov. Zach comes to me (we met in October) and says that he and Amber are getting divorced and he could really use some emotional support. This is a HUGE thing to experience, so I offer him my support. We talk about it a lot. He say she cheated on him 3 times and the only reason he never left her was because they have a 3 year old son-- and like holy smokes, kids complicate everything so I totally understand

so we get to talking and he is discussing how he is working a lot (he works at Lowes) and is worried about doing the holidays separate this year . I send him some things for his son for Christmas--all books and educational toys, and even some things from my childhood that were well kept (action figures and what not) we end up getting really close during this period, because he is coming to me almost every day however, he hasn't told Tim or Ty & Josh about all of this he says he isnt ready for it to be public men are weird-- but I promise I won't tell any of them. After all, it is none of my business fast forward a little, Zach starts getting flirty with me. I don't notice right away (oops) and just sort of brush it off. But shit after all the hell I've helped him through I can't help but feel some sort of way about him too. I still don't really know what that feeling was, because I also have never met the man in person in a way, I almost felt responsible for him as weird as that sounds

it get's better, this is when things get saucy. Zach and I are going pretty steady in our Not-a-relationship, relationship we know there's something going on here, but we never really label it

By April, this has been going on for a few months. I fly back to Colorado to see Tim He works at UNC and Zach makes a comment and says, "Are you ever going to come see me?" And I was like, "I mean, you've never invited me to come. I may? I will be a 6 hour drive from your house all summer." And then he makes some comment about how he finds it odd that I flew to see Tim three times this year and never asked to come see him and I was like, "Well with everything you're dealing with, I didn't find it appropriate to ask for that." honestly, it just never crossed my mind. I figured I'd see him when I drove to Asheville, since I knew I was stopping at Ty's house and Ty only lives an hour away from Zach

if he had asked, -- I would have gone. I was that emotionally invested in this boy

but he never asked me to come

So anyways, while I am in Colorado with Tim, Zach is 1. super jealous of Tim? and 2. Calling me every day with some new crisis

the last day I am in CO he tells me that there's some girl stalking him from work, and he's suing Amber for custody of their son Zach is jealous of Tim because Tim & I have a well-established friendship and we really care about each other? And in another life, we were probably soul mates lmfao but we are happy with our friendship the way it was but Zach thinks Tim is a threat to whatever not relationship we have So with this new crisis, I drop everything to talk to Zach for like TWO HOURS

while I'm with Tim (but you know, I have to tell Tim something else is going on bc Zach doesn't want him to know about the lawsuit) I keep it from Tim out of respect for what Zach wants and I spend the next few days looking up NC state laws trying to help him figure out how he can get custody of his son and then one day I wake up... and Zach has blocked me on EVERYTHING (this was the very end of April) and I'm not entirely sure why he blocked me he just did even my phone number

so I'm a little in shock and sad and it's finals week at BG, so I'm already manic but I focus on school and decide not to worry about it the mean time, I confide in Ty and ask him if Zach said anything to him Ty doesn't know anything, but he is happy to talk to me and cheer me up a week or so goes by, and Ty and I start making plans for the summer. I am driving to his house in VA and we are going to spend a few days together before I head to NC and Ty is watching Oakley while I wait on my accessibility papers to come through we start looking for things we can do in June-- things that are short drives from where I am or where he is-- and things that we can meet up at basically, we decide "Fuck Zach, we are still going to make the most of the time we have" on my drive to VA back on May 17th Ty calls me so that we can figure out dinner plans Ty tells me that he heard from Zach finally and apparently Amber, Zach's wife, found out he was cheating on her. And I was like "wat" And Ty tells me that Zach was apparently caught sleeping with some girl he works with at Lowes. (so it wasn't me she found out about, but I was shocked because 1. he told me they were completely separated. 2. he was also then cheating on me??? So Ty is telling me ALL THIS TEA about Zach and I finally just sort of cave, because I'm sad and angry and I tell Ty EVERYTHING that had been going on, even though I promised Zach I wouldnt

IT GETS BETTER So i tell Ty that Zach and I were seeing each other but I didn't know Amber was still around So Ty is like "Wow. I'm so sorry that Zach did that, but I'm not surprised." Ty is literally a ray of sunshine and he is very supportive and assures me that it wasn't my fault this happened we ended up having sex... part of me was allowing it to happen out of pettiness cause I knew he'd tell Zach and I wanted Zach to be mad it was a bad decision on my end, and I probably shouldn't have allowed it to happen oops whatever we both agree that it was just a one time thing, we aren't going to go down that path Ty and I were happy just being friends.

So anyways, fast forward. Ty and I haven't really changed our relationship at all.  We still talk every day-- he does flirt with me a little, but it doesn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. Last Wednesday he asks me to drive to his mothers house this past Friday so I could get my dog his mom lives 4 hours from me, so i'm staying the night there-- and it's her birthday so he told me she'd be really excited to have someone to talk to and hang out with to celebrate she's totally fine with me coming, she's excited to meet me (he says) er name i Julie, and I really love her. She's so sweet.  We end up watching a movie all together. So I'm sitting on their couch and Ty is laying with his head in my lap (mostly because there's not a lot of seating options) and he keeps putting my hands on his head because he wants me to scratch his head lmfao okay. And then he keeps holding my hands and it's fine. HIs mother asks if we are dating and we both say no she says, "Oh my, I thought you were. Are you just really close?" and we just sorta pause and say, "yes, we are." she says, "Do you both mind sharing a bed? I only prepared one of my guest rooms... I thought you all were dating so it didn't even occur to me." we say it's fine so when we get ready to go to bed-- at this point, I'm so confused. Ty has been flirting with me all day and I'm just not sure how to process my fickle ass kind of likes it lmfao

so i was rebound and I was like no and at this point I was already having my own internal conversation bcause I was not trying to catch feelings for him because 1. he's not my type 2. he's zach's cousin 3. he wouldn't really mesh well with any of my friends 4. he's zach's cousin 5. he's vulgar 6. he's zach's cousin???? 7. his brother is really attractive and i can't handle that like Ty's brother is so handsome. like why would I settle for Ty when i could have Josh?

Ty is cute-- but his brother is beautiful NEVER SETTLE FOR APPETIZERS WHEN YOU CAN HAVE THE ENTREE so the worst part-- despite all of this shit i still caught feelings and I caught them HARD so embarrasing

and then on Sunday... Ty messages me

he tells me we can't be friends any more because he told Kacey (the girl he was seeing) and he wants to try and work things out with her and the only way he can do that is if he doesn't talk to me

SHE IS MARRIED

so ty says we can't be friends anymore, we aren't allowed to talk at all

so I go to Tim and tell him and he is furious FURIOUS because apparently Ty came and confessed to him that he has a lot of feelings for me and wanted to know how to pursue them and Tim was like, "Yeah I can help-- this is what shadae likes, these are things you can do together, these are things they don't like-- blah blah"

so Tim was so angry because Ty lied to him too and the worst part is that his fucked me up so bad so bad last night I went to a fast food chain that Ty introduced me to and I cried because I wanted to tell him I went but I couldn't

and then this morning I went to my office and I cried because for the past two weeks, I spent a lot of time on the phone with Ty while I was in my office because I knew he wouldn't be calling me

#wtf #life #i want to die

[nottooldforthisship]

Here’s the fics I read (and like) during this summer! As you can see, it’s a 2 months in one fic rec, so a very long post :)

(friendly reminder I read almost only Explicit or Mature fics)

☾  The Hollow Moon,  by  thepsychicclam   : It's the summer after Stiles' first year of college, and he's working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he's okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn't care about, nope, not at all. After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he's just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people. (180k, E)

☾   Here's My Hand if You'll Take It (I Can Be That Part of You),  by Vendelin : When Stiles is away at college, he realises that he’s in love with Derek. He also realises that he doesn’t exactly have the qualities an alpha needs in a mate. Boyfriend. Whatever. So he decides to change, with a little help from Martha Stewart. It’s just that Stiles isn’t all that great when it comes to tending to the betas, baking or cleaning. But maybe he doesn’t have to be. (10k, E)

☾  Golden Boy,  by    trilliath  :    Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can't really complain about Peter's 'gifts'. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It's just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He's spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin. It's enough that Derek hesitates. (127k, E)

☾   between the click of the light and the start of the dream , by thepsychicclam :  It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great. (105k, E)

☾  Now Until the End , by Dira Sudis (dsudis): Why the hell did you do that?" Derek demanded. "Why would you bond with me? You were going to leave me for dead, you didn't want anything to do with helping me."  "Okay, first of all, that was like two hours ago and I've grown a lot as a person since then," Stiles said. (17k, M)

☾  You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you), by standinginanicedress : Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn't even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record. The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man...it was great. Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin' Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again. Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him. (39k, E)

☾  One Dollar Yoda,  by  exclamation: Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he's been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It's gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn't wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them. When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing. (10k, M)

☾  By Any Other Name  , by  entangledno: He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it. (33k, E)       

☾  love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket , by thatworldinverted:  “There’s no way you, of all people, could keep your hands off your dick for six days, let alone six weeks.”Six weeks is a long time to go without an orgasm, but when Derek challenges Stiles, all bets are off. (5k, E)   

☾  The Sweetest of Words (Have the Bitterest Taste) , by   Omni  : (Or: Five or so years after the show.  Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus.  Derek's determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love.  It's not really as much of an act as either seems to think.) (10k, E)

☾  Fight Fires In Your Best Clothes      by  standinginanicedress : The key isn’t actually being confident, he repeats in his head in Lydia’s breathy voice. It’s faking the hell out of it and looking as sexy as possible while you do it. For omegas, it’s easy. There’s a natural charm to all of us that only takes seconds to engage, and barely takes practice.Walk into the room, he chants in his head. Own it, and look people in the eyes. Find the best looking alpha, have them buy you a drink, and the rest is easy. (67k, E)

☾  Past The Breakers  , by  thepsychicclam  : Stiles and Scott get summer jobs at the exclusive Seawolf Beach Resort, and the last thing Stiles expects is to start taking surf lessons from the hot lifeguard. (40k, E)

☾  The Newlywed Game  , by  Captain_Loki : Stiles is (still) single when the pack's getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles' unique forms of persuasion. Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound...and the two roped into competing in the Resort's version of the Newlywed game. Only it's completely obvious it's going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.Most probably homicide. Plot twist: It doesn't. (20k, M)

☾  The Start of Our Forever,  by  Cobrilee :    Stiles is ready to get out of Beacon Hills and start his new life, free of the supernatural. A random discovery in an antique store in Denver proves you can never leave it all behind... and encourages him to find it again. What ensues is four and a half years of pining, self-discovery, personal growth, a whole hell of a lot of love, and a realization that nightmares can still become fairy tales (happily-ever-afters included). (20k, E)

☾  Wild Horses  , by   thepsychicclam : Derek's a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family's failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn't expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff's shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn't expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast. (78k, E)

☾  Mǣnōn  , by  MyBeth :    Knotting. It’s a thing that exists. Like werewolves and weird lizard creatures. It’s just rated NC-17 so you don’t hear about it so much on TV. It exists and he gets it. Stiles. He’s the one that gets it. (9k, E)

☾  Sleeping Dogs  , by  starsystems  : Let sleeping dogs lie. Prov. Do not instigate trouble. Leave something alone if it might cause trouble./ Derek Hale is asleep in Stiles's bed. And it just escalates from there.Because of course it does. (42k, M)

☾  If I go, I'm goin' crazy , by  Gorgeousgreymatter   : They've come a long way from wall-slamming and punches. (5k, M)

☾  the difference between going back and going home,  by  thepsychicclam : Stiles and Derek were inseparable growing up, but then college, jobs, and life happened. When Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills a decade later, he doesn't expect to reconnect with Derek, and he sure doesn't expect to fall in love with him. (34k, M)

☾  the one with the accidental dick pic,   by  officerstilinskihale :  Derek has just disappeared out the window when Stiles pulls out his phone, takes a photo of the bottle of lotion on his bedside drawer and sends it to Derek, with the words, "may or may not be thinking about you right now".He hears a thud just across the tree line outside his house and snickers. (8k, M)

☾  Navigating This Space Between Us  , by  Omni: Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest.  Strangely enough, he finds himself hooked on it.  So much so that he's even drawn into the fandom.  There he meets a popular fanfic author with an oddly endearing attitude, and he gets rather smitten.  Maybe this mystery guy could actually help get him to stop pining for Stiles... (10k, E)

☾  A Garden Is a Lovesome Thing, by   fauvistfly    : After the chaos has died down, Stiles attempts to find normalcy in his life. Somehow, helping Derek bring a garden back to life becomes part of that normalcy. Through the seasons, they fight, laugh, talk, eat, breathe.In the end, they find that what comes to life is more than just a garden. (28k, E)

☾   Traces ,  by  standinginanicedress  : Derek snaps his fingers and glares into Stiles' eyes. “You say you're not the same, but – there you fucking go, acting just like yourself.” Stiles bristles. “Oh, right. Because you know me so fucking well, don't you?” “Better than you seem to think,” he mutters under his breath in response, and Stiles gets even more incensed. “Pushing me up against walls, shoving my head into steering wheels,” he shrugs his shoulders, glares, “some real heart to hearts we've had!” “Holding me up in eight feet of water when I was paralyzed, nearly cutting my arm off for me to save my life. Doesn't seem so fucking shallow to me, Stiles.” (44k, E)

☾  The Electric House of God, Forever,  by   velveteenshadowboxer :   The sheriff clears his throat. “You can tell me, you know. If he’s pressuring you. If he’s pushing you too far.” He hesitates. “You’re not afraid of him, are you?” he asks quietly.Listening closely, Derek can just imagine Stiles’ amused smile, the way his mouth might quiver as he holds back a laugh. “No, Dad. He’s afraid of me.” (8k, E)  

☾  Safe in My Heart,  by   thecheekydragon  :  He remembers some details of his life quite vividly.  Stiles remembers his dad, Scott, Scott’s mom.  He knows he’s a junior at Beacon Hills High School and that his dad is the sheriff of the town, has been the sheriff for over seven years now.  He remembers having a pet guinea pig called ‘Bacon’ when he was six, and that he got suspended when he was in middle school when he threw a punch at a classmate who was bullying Scott.  He knows Scott is his best friend and that they have been best friends since the first grade.  He remembers that his mom died when he was eight and that both he and his dad had taken her death pretty hard.He doesn’t remember the man called Derek. (15k, M)

☾   How Is Your Heart? , by Sylvesterelle   :  Or: the AU where Derek goes feral after Laura's death and only the power of ~true love~ can bring him back.  (15k, E)

☾   Every Little Thing He Does is Magic , by   wishingonalightningbolt    : It’s not uncommon for someone with supernatural abilities to have a normal job.  There are only so many ways for people to abuse their powers, to start their own businesses and broadcast the things that make them special, and Stiles figures that if any type of thing would make a good Deputy, it would be a werewolf.  Still, it shocks him to see one in uniform, sitting across from his father. The Sheriff clears his throat.  “Stiles, this is Derek Hale, our new Deputy.”  (10k, E)

☾   If I Could Trade Mistakes For Sheep, Count Me Away Before You Sleep , by alisaj : The one where Derek is a terrible Alpha and Stiles ends up walking into a big pile of shit. (33k, E)

☾    Darling It Is No Joke , by   thehoyden   : The first thing Stiles thinks when he opens the door is that it’s not his birthday, but someone has sent him some kind of cop stripper. (13k, E)

#mine #sterek #sterek fic rec #teenwolfficrec #all-the-sterek-fics #eternalsterekrecs #halesstiles #sterekotp1 #christinesficrecs #sterektrashaf #my sterek fic rec

[naughty-teddy-innit]

A Sharp Tongue…A Mature Angry Ed Oneshot  (NSFW)

https://naughty-teddy-innit.tumblr.com/post/164686788130/masterlist-of-ed-fics-goodiesTitle:      A Sharp Tongue: An Angry/Rough Ed Oneshot (REQUEST)

Author: @naughty-teddy-innit

Rating:  NC-17/MATURE/NSFW 

*TRIGGER WARNING*- Teddy is ROUGH, push and pull of an argument happens, but everything that happens is 100% CONSENSUAL xoxox

Author’s Note:  I wrote this quite a while ago, because who DOESN’T need Bossy/Angry/Rough Teddy now and then, and it was requested!  >:)  Please please pretty please, send me feedback, notes and all horny thoughts by leaving a comment or shooting me an Ask! I LOVE ASKS!  I love to hear from you guys! By all means feel free to reblog should you feel so inclined :-D 

ENJOY!

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What a FUCKING day.  One thing after another; late for this, missed that, asshole interviewer here and a migraine there.  Managing to make it to the venue on time helped, but 2 broken strings and an uncooperative Chewie Monster later, even I could tell Ed was at Fuck It ALL level. This was clearly a night where alcohol was going to be a necessity.  In all the time I’ve known Ed, been drawn in by his smile, his patience, his kindness, I’ve rarely been witness to real anger.  When he means business?  It’s clear, but his gentleness and positivity were just who he is.  He was a calming force to be sure, but everybody has a breaking point, and damned if he wasn’t right the fuck at it tonight.  

“TREV!” I jumped suddenly, not used to hearing THAT tone come from my usually sweet Boy.  “The fuck happened??  How’m I supposed to end the show with no goddamn guitar and no fucking loop??”

“Baby…he’s doing the best he can, he’s only got 2 hands…” I said softly, trying to placate him, seeing how wound up he was.  

“His job is to make sure when shit goes wrong I don’t look like a sodding idiot in front of all those people!”  He glared and stormed off, fists clenched.

“Trev…” I started to say, feeling awful.  

“Darlin’, everybody’s allowed a bad day now n then.  No skin off my back, don’t worry!” Trevor said cheerfully. “A bigger heart there was never was, he’s a good lad.”   He wandered off towards the stage to start packing up his gear for the next show, and I hurried off to find my extraordinarily cranky boyfriend.  

I knew his first stop after a show was usually the closest shower, so I figured his dressing room was a safe bet.  I let myself in, and sure enough, I could hear water running.  I flopped down on the couch, and exhaled, allowing my thoughts to wander to my cranky-yet-sexy boyfriend.  His patience and gentleness tended to translate to most areas of his life. Rarely if ever did you two blow-up and have fights, and he had the patience of a saint most of the time.  Even in other areas….you could feel your cheeks pinking up and a naughty grin pulled at your lips.  There was no dancing around it, spending Naked Time with Edward Christopher Sheeran was top of your Ways to Spend Your Time list.  His soft perfectly pink lips, his scratchy cheeks, his long fingers, his silky, soft, copper curls, his strong, inked up arms, and all the other cuddly, strong parts of his body, these were the things I could spend hours touching and kissing and loving.  Sex was ALWAYS good with Ed, he was a love-maker, a worshiper and a sweetheart. His focus was never getting himself off, it was always seemed to be about me.  Every kiss, every caress, every breath was about him taking his time with me and showing me how much he adored me.  I never felt more loved and cherished then when we made love. He was the epitome of gentleness and kindness is every way.  

Honestly though…there were times…well, he could stand to be a little LESS gentle, ya know?  Ed wasn’t one to be the bad boy, to take control or be rough. A girl needs a little hair-pulling in her life now and then. I love when that man makes love to me, there’s nothing like it, but the need to be fucked till it hurts? Every girl’s got it now and then.  

“FUCK…” I gasp and bolt upright as the bathroom door flies open and bangs against the wall.  The sopping wet Ginger that stomps out of the bathroom has an empty beer bottle in his hand and damned if that face isn’t pissed.  

“Teddy…I know it’s been a rough day.  Nobody’s purposely trying to-“. He cuts me off.

“Don’t particularly give a fuck right now, quite honestly.” He snaps.  “Don’t appreciate my girl going against me when somebody on my team FUCKS UP!!”

“Wow.” Where the fuck is this coming from??  It’s not like him at all, and it’s unsettling. “What the fuck is your problem?”

He grabs his jeans, a clean button-down, boxers, and another beer.  “I don’t have time for this.  I’ve got to meet Benny and his mate at the hotel,” he mutters and he strides to the bathroom without even looking in your direction.

“How many beers have you had?” I asked irritably, noticing a couple of empties on the table.  Ed was widely known for being quite the cuddly, I-love-EVERYBODY drunk. Give the man jagerbombs and tequila and he could drink just about anyone under the table, but feed him beers and he was the world’s cheapest drunk.  Apparently mixing a bad day into a drunk Teddy made for a BAD combination.

I could hear the blow-dryer shut off, and he came stomping out of the bathroom, a sour look on his face.  “The fucks it to you, how many beers I’ve had??  God forbid I not meet your standards.”

He doesn’t even look at me.  My mouth is just about hanging open, not used to this kind of attitude.  Hell if I’m gonna sit here and take his bullshit, beer or no, bad day or no.  I stand up and head for the door.  

“You know what, everybody here cares about you and gets that bad days happen, but I’ve never done a fucking thing to earn being spoken to like that. “

He beats you to the door, after placing his last empty on the table and grabbing his wallet.  “Whatever.  I have to meet Benny.  The car’s outside, you can join me or not.”  And with that, he determinedly walks out and leaves you behind.  

With that immature outburst, I am quite assuredly NOT getting into ANY car with him right now, so I grab my things, check that I have my phone, and head out to hail a cab.  It’s late when I arrive at the hotel, and I’m half-tempted to just ignore his pissy ginger ass and head to bed, but I figure I’ll try and salvage the night one last time.  I drop my stuff in our room, run a brush through my hair and head down to bar, still irritated as hell, but hoping he’ll realize he’s being a dick.  

I’m surprised how many people are still having drinks this time of night as I wander in, and I almost have to laugh that it’s not Ed’s flaming red hair that catches my eye first, but Benny’s crazy wild brunette bouffant of curls.  Let’s be honest, they’re hard to miss. They’re sitting at the bar, talking, and surrounded by several empty shot glasses.  “Lovely,” you think, “that’ll help his mood.”  You plaster a smile on your face and purposefully walk over to them, hoping he’ll have chilled out.

“Ed…?” you touch his arm and open your mouth to continue your thought, “I-“  he doesn’t let you get another word out, and jumps off his stool, his face stormy.  

“Gonna give me shit for too many shots now??” he spits at me.  “Christ, just fucking give it a break, Mother Theresa!”  

I can smell tequila on his breath, and while he’s by no means plastered, I can tell him he’s had too much.  Benny looks like he has no clue what’s going on and jumps out of his seat, both hands out.  “Alrighty guys, too many shots I think and a fuck of a day to boot.”  He faces Ed, “Mate, take your ass up to bed.  Before she kicks it.”

He has NO fucking idea.  I am done with his shit today.  You coldly look at Ed and flip your hair out of your face.  “You?  Are being an asshole.  And I? Am finished.  Feel free to take your wounded Ginger attitude and SHOVE IT!”

As I throw my purse over my shoulder and prepare to storm out, he throws back the remainder of whatever was in the shot glass and slams it down on the bar.  I leave the bar with as much dignity as I can muster, considering there are more than a few raised eyebrows aimed in our direction.  I can hear his footsteps as he comes after me, but I have ZERO fucks to give.  I don’t know if I’ve ever been this furious with him before.  In my fury as I storm away, I fail to notice the fist-bump between Ed and Benny, as Ed shoves his stool back.  I’m crossing the hallway in the lobby, when I feel a hand clamp down on my arm and I feel myself being pulled down a hallway towards what looks like a kitchen.  

“Get your hands the FUCK off me!” I hiss, as he tries to steer me into the first empty room.  My blood is boiling and every muscle in my body is tensed.  I am ready to smack the shit out of him.  I try to pry his fingers off my arm, but he is NOT letting go.  

“Who the FUCK do you think you are????” he growls, his eyes narrowed and on fire. “I don’t need you up my ass every second of every day!  A man can’t have a sodding drink with his mate to close up a shit day??”

I only semi-notice the room we’re in, some sort of utility/change room, probably used by staff at the hotel.  

I’m not much for having a temper, I don’t scream, and usually avoid conflict at all costs, but right at this moment? I could go through the roof.  I have NEVER seen him like this, and I will NOT take his shit, alcohol induced or not. “I could GIVE two shits if you have a drink??  You’ve been treating me like shit and talking down to me all night!  You are behaving like a selfish, self-righteous prick, Sheeran, and as far as I’m concerned you can take your Asshole self and sleep somewhere else tonight!!”  I try to push past him, to grab for the door handle, but he yanks me back, his eyes blazing and teeth clenched.

“SELFISH???  Who the HELL D’YOU THINK YOU ARE, CALLING ME SELFISH, YOU BLOODY –“

I have no idea where it came from.  I’ve never remotely done anything like it before, but suddenly, my hand is moving.  I can SEE red, and my hand is aiming squarely for his cheek.  BASTARD!  I can see his eyes widen as he realizes that he is, in fact, about to be slapped.  In a split second, his hand pins mine against the wall, his body restraining me from moving.  I can feel his heart slamming against his chest, and I can see the fire in those clear blue eyes.  He’s worked up a sweat and there are damp copper curls stuck to his temples and forehead. His cheeks are flushed and he’s glowering at me, a look that is causing dampness in places it should NOT be right now. FUCK.  Why the FUCK does he have to be so goddamn sexy when he’s angry.  Like HELL am I going to let him have that effect on me right now??  I can feel that electricity, that pulse of energy and it heightens my emotion even more.  

“I swear to GOD, if you don’t get your goddamn hands off me NOW, I. WILL. SCR-“

My hands are suddenly shoved over my head and pinned to the wall, and his lips are on mine.  Hard almost biting, and there is NO way he’s pulling this and suddenly one hand is on my jaw, thumb holding my chin in place as his lips are trying to devour me, taste every bit of me, his tongue trying to taste my lips and gain access to my mouth and JESUS it’s like touching a lit match to dynamite, I can feel how wet I am, the slickness letting down, beginning to soak my panties, but I can’t NO.  He pulls this shit and thinks he can just have me at a moment’s notice?? NOT HAPPENING.  I fight back, gasping for air.

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE“, I manage to gasp, and when he growls and tries to grab me again, I bite down, HARD, and he hisses.

He rears back, and his fingers brush to his lips, but it doesn’t stop him. His lips are on me again, and I can feel that lightning bolt, that zap of electricity to my groin that feels like fire and if I don’t get him off me, it’s over.  I smack him, pushing him back with all my might, and the look of shock on his face, that I could be that strong, it’s fucking satisfying.  He charges at me, and before I can say word, do a thing, he’s lifted me completely up against the wall, hands running up the backs of my thighs pressing my pelvis against him, forcing my legs around his waist.

“PRICK!” I gasp into this mouth, trying to pummel his chest in a futile effort to push him away.  

“Don’t tell me you don’t want me to fuck you, I can fucking feel how wet you are! I know by now when you’re turned on.  You fucking WANT ME.” He growls.

I’m wearing a flouncy turquoise skirt and a tight, long sleeve, grey top, and the thong I’m wearing underneath is showing the evidence that he’s absolutely fucking spot-on because I can feel my wetness soaking through, and I’m so turned on I can’t see straight.  I’m still restrained against the wall, his hands on my ass, his lips forcibly kissing mine, and I’m almost embarrassed at how loud my breathing is, almost panting, when suddenly I feel his warm hands forcing my skirt up, and OH my god he’s RIPPED MY PANTIES OFF, SINCE WHEN, and suddenly I can feel his fingers push inside me, no warning, stretching me to the point of almost too much, but oh God, he’s just fucking me with his fingers, hard, fast, and oh FUCK, it feels like I’m going to splinter into tiny pieces, and suddenly they’re gone, and before I can even breathe I find myself back on feet, and I can barely keep my balance. I suck in a breath, and Fuck THIS, ALL of this, my resolve is fucking GONE.  He’s gonna hear about this later, but right now there is one thing I want. ONE. NOW.

This is lust, this is heat, this is carnal, fuck EVERYTHING else, and the only thoughts in my mind are of his rock hard cock slamming into me. I fucking need him, inside me, NOW.  It feels as though fire is trying to burn my flesh from the inside out, I want him inside me, filling me, stretching me till it hurts.  I still can’t fathom what the hell is going on, I’ve been craving this Teddy, this Ed that takes control and wants to rough me the fuck up.  I’m not even thinking about the part of him that’s being a DICK, I just know my blood is on FIRE, it’s coursing through me and I need to be fucked NOW.

I decide to egg him on, seeing how far he’ll take this. “I am not your goddamn SEX TOY!” I yell at him, before I pull myself away, and before I can gain any distance towards the door, his mouth is at my ear, his breath tickling my face, and his voice is one of pure fire, low and throaty, letting me know that HE is boss.

“You’re so fucking wet for me it’s running down your legs!!  I’m going to bend your beautiful ass over that chair and I’m going to fuck you so had you’ll be goddamn crooked tomorrow.  I will make youBLOODY. SCREAM.” He hisses.   I can hear the clink of his belt while he’s growling this at me, and before I can even utter a FUCK YOU, I feel his hands at my ass and he’s lifting me up, carrying me towards the armchair in the corner, lips still frantically trying to taste every bit of me, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth, and as I’m struggling against him and pounding his chest, I know it’s working, because I can feel that hot, hard length pressing against me, and Goddamn it all to hell, I want it inside me.  Now. Hard. Fuck everything else.

I disentangle myself, blood pounding in my ears, and before I can say or do a thing, he grabs me HARD and forcibly bends me over the chair, while growling at me to lift my ass in the air.  He flips my skirt up, and grabs my hips, and before a coherent thought can enter my mind, I can feel his hard, silky smooth cock slam into me.  The man is blessed down there, it’s just a fact, and usually he knows he has to let me adjust a bit before he really gets going, but now, FUCK THAT.  I don’t want slow, I don’t want tender.  I want him to fuck me till I can’t move, can’t speak, and can’t think.  One hand roughly grabs my hip and jerks it up in the air, trying to open me up as much as he possibly can, while the other one shoves my back down as he yanks himself out, all the way out, and slams back into me balls deep.  It’s a punishing, urgent rhythm and it’s so fucking hot, he’s filling me up, every single time, my ass cheeks wobble with the slaps of his body as he fucks me, hard, fast, over and over and over, pulling out and slamming into me so hard it feels like I might just split in two, my delicate skin stretching, the sting as he enters is the most delicious bite of pain, but so fucking GOOD and I’m arching my back, slamming my hips back to meet his, loving the feeling of his plush, hot cockhead pushing past my slick soaked flesh, practically ripping me open, filling me up and pushing me past the point of no return.

“HARDER”, I gasp, as he slams me into the chair over and over.  “Ahh SHIT! Make it fucking HURT, Teddy!”

CRACK.  My eyes fly open and I have to bite my lip to keep my screaming, as he brings his palm down on my ass cheek, hard, leaving a delicious sting in its wake. I can barely contemplate that he just slapped my ASS, when does it again. I hear the urgent grunts falling from his lips as he fucks me hard, his breaths falling fast from lips, and suddenly his hands are in my hair, I feel his long fingers winding themselves in my long strands, and he yanks my head back HARD, leaving my neck exposed.   “You like it like this??” he grunts, “my cock fucking you till it hurts??”  

I can’t speak for the fiery points of pleasure peaking in my belly, he has my head pulled back and with every slap of his balls against my ass, his hand yanks my hair, HARD, so hard I can’t move my head and why is that SO fucking HOT?

I know I’m close, it hurts SO good, I just need that friction, that little bit to get me where I fucking want to be, and I don’t give a SHIT if it’s him that pushes me over or not but I need that release, I need it NOW.  I begin to slide my hand down, a finger brushing against the little bundle of nerves that I knew would set me off, but he’s having none that.

“NO” he growls.  “You come for ME, yeah?”

Just as quickly his fingers are there, he’s reached around and pressed those perfectly long fingers right up against that tiny pink bundle of nerves, and he’s frantically rubbing it, round and round in messy circles, trying to maintain a rhythm while he’s losing control of himself. His thrusts are becoming sloppier, shorter, and I can hear his breath stuttering, and the string of “fuck…fuck…fucks”that are falling from those sexy, perfectly pink lips tell me how close he is to coming.  

“Come for me” he gasps, “I need to feel you, you’re so fucking tight…Jesus CHRIST…”

His fingers switches from rubbing those messy circles over my clit, to flicking with his fingertip, over and over, fast, hard, back and forth, FUCK, that little bundle of EVERYTHING that has your world on fire right now, and oh, OH JESUS, there is no slow, delicious tightening, not this time, it’s like a fucking roman candle going off, fireworks exploding, I am OVER that cliff Swear to God it’s like white hot fire tearing me apart and every bone in my body is rubber, and my legs are buckling as it rips through me.

“SHIT…” I hear from behind me as he slams his cock into me one last time, and I feel his hands grab my hips in a death grip as he rides out his orgasm, keeping his pelvis flattened against my ass, emptying himself into me in shuddering gasps.  I have NEVER felt him come like that. I can feel his warmth running down my legs, and as I shakily look down, still trying to draw oxygen into my lungs and gather my thoughts, I can see remnants of his release dripping on the floor. I’m a bit transfixed, who would have thought THAT could be so fucking hot?

I can feel his hands unwind from my hair, his semi-soft dick sliding out of me, and he too is trying to catch his breath.  He slides down to the carpeted floor, and to my surprise, reaches for my hand and pulls me down with him, nestling me between his legs and planting a soft kiss on my hair.

“What. The. Ever-loving. FUCK. Was THAT?” I manage to get out, my mind clearing enough to remember what landed us in this situation, in this room, in the first place.

“Jesus….tell me I didn’t hurt you.  I didn’t hurt you did I, Love?” he asks me softly, with true concern etched on his face, as he brushes the hair out of my face and buries his face in my neck.  His beard tickles my neck…I love that.

“I…No?” I could not be more confused right now if I tried.  “That was goddamn mind-blowing, I’ve never seen you like that??  Sure as hell doesn’t explain your SHIT attitude tonight though…”

It’s an odd thing, it’s something I’ve always been aware of, even when I can’t see it, but I can feel his smile against my skin. “You wanted it rough, yeah?  I couldn’t just come outta nowhere and attack you.  It had to fit the situation innit…?”

I am without words.  Is he actually saying he PLANNED this??  I jump up from his lap and spin myself around, ready to throttle him where he sits.  I come face-to-face with a set of crinkled, clear blue eyes and a very nervous, cautious expression on his face.  

“Edward. Christopher. Sheeran.  EXPLAIN YOURSELF”, I manage to get out without cracking my own grin.  

“Well…you were texting with your friend a few days ago…and you left your phone on the bed.  It flashed on the screen and I believe your EXACT words were: He’s such a Teddy Bear…and I love it, but why can’t he be rough once in a while??  A girl needs her hair pulled now and then… Why’s he got to always be so NICE?  So…I figured I’d give it a shot…?” he flashes me a nervous grin and raises and eyebrow, waiting for my response.

“You were NOT supposed to see that…” I mumble, completely mortified. “You’re telling me you’ve been acting like a DICK all day just so you could rile me up and fuck me senseless??”  I’m…stunned? Shocked? Orgasmically sated?  What in the HELL?

“Was a shit day anyway, definitely wasn’t at my best, but… yeah…I played it up a bit.” He says softly. “Don’t kill me, but…seeing you all pissed off like that, it was kinda hot? Wasn’t expecting that?” His face flushed and he bit his lip.  “I knew what would push your buttons, and I just kinda went with it?  Get you going, innit?” he blushes.  

“Thank God.” I sighed.  “The thought of you treating me like that on purpose?  I’ve never known you to treat ANYONE like that, to be purposely selfish or mean, I couldn’t wrap my head around it!  I had no idea I had that sort of temper in me, either. The prick act worked well, Sheeran.  I didn’t know what to think…”  I couldn’t help but shake my head and crack a little smile.  

“Love…’” he whispered softly, “the thought of hurting you intentionally, of making you feel anything less than the most important person in my life, it makes me want to be sick.  You’ve got my heart, every bit of it.  I just wanted to…mix it up.  Have a little fun and give you what it sounded like you wanted?  Maybe I went about it the wrong way…”  He’s watching me warily, gauging my reaction.

I cup his face, and brush my lips against his, first catching his bottom lip, then the top, and finally both. They’re so soft, and he catches my chin and kisses me back, softly and slowly, infusing each touch with tenderness.  I break away and stare him in the eye. “Teddy that might have been the hottest, dirtiest sex I have ever had, and the most intense orgasm I have EVER experienced. I…don’t think I’ve ever wanted to both fuck AND slap the same person at the same time.  It was a very convincing act.  Having said all that?” I raised an eyebrow and looked him in the eye. “Leave the douchebag act at home next time, huh?”

He chuckles, kisses me again and struggles to his feet, helping me up at the same time.  “I am so sorry, Love, at least for the being a right dick part,” he whispers, “Forgive me?”

I look into his baby blue eyes, and really, how can you not forgive that puppy dog face?  Especially considering how fucking HOT the experience was. Bossy Ed…something to keep tucked in my back pocket for sure, because SHIT.

Leaning over, I gently push the tangle of copper curls off his forehead and place a kiss on his brow. “I forgive you, Teddy. That was fucking HOT, and I think I like Bossy Teddy….” I raise an eyebrow. “But not mean Teddy.”

“I love you so much….I hope you know that.” He breathes softly in my ear. “Mean will NEVER happen again. That’s a promise.  The whole Dominant Ed thing, it’s new to me. Not much good at it I guess…” he chuckles nervously.

“Better than you think…I love you too, Silly Boy. Always.”

He catches my lips again and kisses the breath right out me, letting me feel what he can’t put into words.  I do love this boy. SO much.

After making sure my skirt is in place and Ed’s pants are up, we head for the door, but as he reaches for the doorknob, I place my hand over his and lean over to whisper in his ear.

“…Think you left a mark on my ass….hope it won’t be the last time…”  

His mouth drops open and I brush past him, with a swing to my step and a grin on my face.

“Jesus……” he groans as he follows me out the door. “You’re gonna kill me, love.”

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When We Collide (Part 49)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

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Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand

When We Collide on Wattpad

“Can this car drive any faster?” Luke asked in clear desperation, trying to look over the front seats to see where the direction was going. 

“This is a Porsche, Luke! It’s not supposed to drive fast it’s supposed to be seen and not heard! I mean come on, you think I’d like to scratch a thing on this baby?” Michael asked from the steering wheel, hands tight on the roar with focused eyes on the dark road. 

“You literally just drove it into a garbage can. You’re afraid of scratching it now?” Calum almost had to hold in the question but it was lingering on his tongue and came out as vomit. 

You sat in the middle of everything just trying not to rip someone’s head up with the pain that was going up your thighs and back. 

“Michael it’s either pressing on the speeder or blood stains along in your car and a little baby being born.” In your mind it was supposed to be said as nicely as possible but as it came out you sounded like a raging woman.

All eight eyes landed on you just for a short second to take in what you had just said from the top of your lunges. 

“I think that’s enough convincing. She’s a ticking bomb.” Michael mumbled the last part to himself and pressed as harshly as he dared to on the speeder, feeling how everyone fell back in the seats. 

“How far is the closest hospital?” He asked and looked into the back mirror to see if someone reacted. 

“I don’t know...” You mumbled and looked up at Luke confused, “I have no idea where in New York we are right now.” 

“Nearest hospital is five miles away.” Ashton was the one to react from your left, already having his phone in his hand and preparing the google maps for some directions. 

“Perfect, we’ll take it.” Michael nodded his head and blinked the car to turn to the right towards the motor way. 

“No, wait!” Calum suddenly exclaimed and grabbed the steering wheel from his right side in the passenger. 

“Break!” 

Even if Michael felt so pressured to drive to the hospital he still decided to hit the break harshly and parked to the right. It was a good thing it was in the middle of the night because otherwise you would have caused some traffic. 

“What’s wrong?” Luke asked and almost loosened his seatbelt to lean forward and knock Michael’s and Calum’s heads into the front window.

“There!” Calum pointed, waiting for everyone to see and it was hard in the darkness.

You squeezed your eyes tight and looked towards the direction his tattooed hand was pointing. It was hard to tell at first but when your eyes adjusted to the right you were able to see a car holding on the side street a few meters away. 

“I know that car.” Calum fell back into his seat and ran a hand through his curly locks. 

“I do too.” Luke folded lips together and you looked up at him. Something was special about that car and with minds pulled together they could combine who it was owned by. 

“It was the one holding in front of the abandoned house.” Ashton caught up as well, they didn’t expect Michael would put the pieces together. 

“It’s Holly’s car.” Michael said just as gloomy as the rest of the boys as if it was a scene cut out from a movie. He was really acting into the role of someone on the hunt of suspects. 

The police is on the wrong track.” Ashton grabbed his phone and dialed the number, “They headed south and this is east. They won’t be able to find them if they continue to go the wrong path.”

“Wait,” Calum said once again, thinking a step forward, “We can’t call the police they will suspect them right away. We need to lead them up to a corner before doing anything because otherwise they will just a lost course.”

They all looked at each other knowing what needed to happen. But it was all torn by the heavy breathing you sitting in the middle of everything and feeling all pressure on you. 

You looked up at Ashton, then towards Michael and afterwards Calum and Luke. 

“I can hold her in.” You took a deep breath through your nose and blew it out of your mouth. 

“Let’s go get that son of a Barbie bitch.” 

With no hesitation Michael did the most logical thing do to and started to follow Holly’s car. With better sight and being right behind them as they started to drive you could tell all four of them were inside of it. 

“Don’t get too close.” Calum instructed and almost wanted to grab the steering wheel to make sure Michael wouldn’t make a mistake. 

“Don’t worry.” Michael said back and squeezed his eyes to focus better, “I’ve written more movies about this than you can imagine. Never get too close and never get too far away. Always play in the middle.” 

Calum was almost pushed back into his seat as this was Michael’s moment and he didn’t want to ruin anything about it. 

“Where are they heading?” Ashton scratched his stubble and moved his head to the side, almost blocking your view of the window.

Not that you felt the need to look out, you mostly had your eyes closed to try hold everything in. If it was needed you didn’t even care if you had to give birth to this car, you knew when the time was there you weren’t able to hold back.

You just needed a little bit of time just yet. 

“Probably Mexico.” Calum half joked, half being serious, “With the crime they’ve committed there is no sure they are trying to get out of it the best they possibly could.” 

“Aren’t they able to see us from here? I mean we’re practically staring into their car?” Luke was the first one to ask the question you had been thinking about for quite a while now. 

“No, it’s completely dark they aren’t able to see anything.” Calum responded, but his eyes widened when movements happened in Holly’s car.

They weren’t able to see what was going on but suddenly the window to the right side was rolled down and Travis stuck his head outside with his long slim body as far as he could. 

“Duck, he’s gotten a flashlight!” Calum exclaimed, feeling fooled and hurriedly pushed his head down below the gloves department. 

You barely heard what was being said but Luke helped the best he could to make sure you weren’t visible in the car. 

“I can’t hide myself I need to see where I’m driving.” Michael was half apologizing half feeling frustrated because this wasn’t how he wanted it to be. 

The only thing that was helping him was the fact there were no street lamps. Nothing to show his face besides the weak lamp that Travis was holding sincerely wishing that he could spoil who was in the car. 

He turned off the flashlight quickly and yelled something unknown as he leaned back into his seat again in the car. 

None of you had heard what he said but it was clear they had noticed you from far. Suddenly the gas was turned up and Michael had to make a movement in his seat to catch up. 

“Car race? I’m fucking in.” He almost spat against the window and pressed as harshly as he possibly could to catch up with where Holly was going. 

“Are they trying to get away from us or leading us in the wrong direction?” Ashton questioned, more to himself than the rest of you and held tightly onto the seat in front of him. 

If it wasn’t for you sitting in the middle between two large guys you would have been rushed back and forth with how fast it was going.

“I think they are doing both. But I love some action in my life.” Michael responded and grabbed the steering wheel harshly to take the turn Holly also did. 

You had no idea if it was Holly driving the car or actually Peter. It was hard to tell because of the darkness but with he or she’s lazy driving and taking turns like they didn’t need 40 kilometers per hour. 

“Do they honestly believe they can escape from this? They must be bloody stupid.” Luke shook his head in disbelief. 

Of course he didn’t believe Holly would have the mind to do it, she was the queen of doing spontaneous actions but Peter did have some qualities in his mind. He should have been the one to know they couldn’t get out of this without getting caught. 

“Why do they want your diamonds? I don’t understand.” You breathed through your nose once again to block in the contraction that hit through your body. 

“They wanted them because they thought it was the most expensive thing I had in my life.” Luke explained while still having his eyes on the road. 

“But what they realized afterwards was that the diamonds didn’t mean as much to me as you did.” His eyes changed from glancing at the road and down to you, “That’s the reason why they took you. Because they wanted revenge for not following the contract and because I didn’t kept the secret that I was supposed to.” 

You looked up at him with blank eyes and for a second you almost couldn’t feel the pain going through your body. It was numb just for once in a second. 

“Aw, that’s brilliant!” Michael said from the front and you all looked at him at once.

“Perfect lines for my next movie! You guys inspire me so much.”

You didn’t know whether you wanted to roll your eyes or laugh at the same time. Michael’s comments had become so normal that the usual thing would just be to ignore it or let it pass my. 

“Holy shit.” Calum commented when Michael hadn’t noticed the roadwork right in front of you. 

The bridge that led over the large lake had been shut down for cars, not allowing people to pass over in case of falling into a deep whole of water. So many orange colors were there for cars to notice but it didn’t seem as something Holly had noticed. 

“Stop the car.” Calum exclaimed and watched as Michael focused back on the road and harshly pressed his foot on the break. 

Holly’s car had already noticed and took the turn to the right, right into the woods. It wasn’t a place where you were able to drive and they were quick to open the doors and get out. 

“We can’t let them go now.” Calum looked over his shoulder and gave Ashton a nod. 

“We can’t go with you.” Luke looked back at Calum and they were quick to think about the solutions to what was going to happen. 

“Michael, you are going to stay with them and drive to the hospital. Don’t take any hesitations and if you’re caught by the police by driving too fast explain what is happening and that you’ve gotten acceptance from Ashton Irwin and I.” Calum explained and shut the door, waiting for Michael to roll down the window from where Calum had been sitting before. 

“Ashton will go with me. We’ll catch them, we’re quicker at running and I don’t assume Holly can run far in her Go Go boots.” 

Ashton nodded his head in agreement, looked down at you and gave a small luck. 

“Good luck.” He whispered and grabbed your hand to put something into it. 

You nodded your head and decided not to say anything. This was the best thing and the only thing you needed right now was just to press the baby out of your stomach and into your arms. 

“Go get her.” Luke said as Ashton walked out of the door and hurried towards Calum to run into the woods after them. 

“Ten minutes from here.” Michael said once he turned the car around and right back into the road to press harshly on the speeder and drive towards the hospital. 

You watched as Luke leaned forward to explain where he was supposed to head, in that kind of speed the only thing Michael managed to do was to stay in the right side of the road without crashing into something. 

You weren’t sure if you knew which hospital you were heading so instead you looked down at your hand to see what Ashton had given you. 

It was a small piece of paper, not something you had seen before and with a very small font you read what was being said. 

“Luke likes this.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows confused not really understanding what it was. You flipped the side to see what was on the back page and it was the Elizabeth Arden logo. 

You looked up at Luke confused but decided not to ask. He was too concentrated on getting to the right place and with that big of a speed you needed to be sure before taking turns. 

The rest of the drive you could barely remember. It all just seemed like a blur but it was also because the pain had suddenly become reality. 

It wasn’t until you were suddenly placed in a wheeling chair you came back into sense. The white colors from inside the hospital were almost blinding and you couldn’t really tell where your direction was going. 

A nurse was standing beside you leading you towards a room while Luke walked by your side, trying to understand everything the nurse was explaining to him. 

“Where did Michael go?” You asked Luke dizzily, looking up at him for an answer. 

“He just went home to get our hospital bag.” He stroked your hair away from your burning forehead, “We kind of lost that in the trying to catch some enemies trip to the woods.” 

You knew he was joking but right now you couldn’t take humoristic comments. All you needed was to get in a bed and seriously wishing something better would happen. 

The whiteness almost blinding your eyes didn’t get any better when you were driven into a room. It was just as light as before if not worse and lamps burning from the ceiling wasn’t helping on the situation. 

“If you can stand up and take a seat on the bed Y/N we will find some comforting clothes for you.” The nurse instructed, being called Nane and pointed towards the bed just to help you out. 

“Thank you so much.” You mumbled and ran a hand towards your stomach before getting the help from Luke to stand up from your wheeling chair and onto the bed instead. 

“We’ve called your midwife and she will be here as soon as possible. It’s a good thing about the New York hospitals, we help where we are able to.” She explained and found a few equipment to figure out what was going on inside of you. 

Luke helped you the best he could when the nurse placed some fresh clothes onto your bed.

It wasn’t easy getting into with the pain you had but getting your pants off was the best feeling you had felt in a long time. But it was soon replaced with the sharp feeling coming from your stomach. 

“Can’t I just push her out right now? I’ve got everything I need don’t I?” You knew the question was going to be a big fat no but you sincerely wished something else would be answered. 

“As far as I’ve concerned you’re not dilated enough, Y/N.” The nurse had a sad look on her face but you barely wanted to look at her. 

You decided not to answer but took a moment to just breath in as far in your stomach as you possibly could. It was what you were taught at the classes you took, and it was the only thing you needed right now. 

The room you were put into was actually large. It had its own bathroom but also a kitchen. A few plants were standing out with green colors contrasting the white. It also had a large window that showed the many city lights from New York.

But there wasn’t time for enjoying the view. You could barely focus on anything else but that was when a comforting hand came to yours. 

Luke was sitting with a nervous look on his face but he held it all in. All the confusion and panic he normally would have worn on his shoulders were packed away. 

He just looked at you in comfort waiting for all of this to get over. 

“I don’t think I can do this.” 

Your voice was barely above a whisper, both because you were exhausted but also because you didn’t want the nurse to know. 

Luke furrowed his eyebrows by your words and shifted in his seat to look at you better. 

“Why not?” He asked and decided to stroke your hair again with the free hand he had. 

By his question you went silent. You had no idea what to respond because in the end it was a good question. What did you fear? What were you afraid of? Was it everything at once or just the fact that you didn’t believe you could actually become a great mother. 

“You can’t do this.” He grabbed you away from your thoughts and this time you furrowed his eyebrows. 

“We will do this. Together.” He grabbed your other hand after stroking your hair again and showed you, with all his warmness that it was what he truly believed. 

You blinked twice, trying to not look like the complete mess that you felt and watched him just smile a little bit. But it was all the truth. He was speaking from the heart. 

“You just have to get through this little thing...” He stroked your hand this time with his thumb and looked down at your hands. 

“And what’s that?” You whispered and looked at him with a quivered an eyebrow.

“Pressing a baby out.” He tried to say it as causal as he possibly could but it was with a grimace and you took in a deep breath preparing for what was going to happen. 

“It’s not such a small thing for the matter.” Nane turned around to look at you after checking a few journals about your pregnancy history. 

“But it is in fact the most beautiful thing in the world.” She sat in front of you with a small smile and started to do the usual checks. 

It was crazy to think this would be the last time you would be resting in this bed, the last time you would be walking around with this large belly. No more checkups and no more ultra-scans. 

“You’re seven centimeters so we aren’t far away from the final. I understand your struggles and pain now.” She explained after giving it a check and rolled her chair away from you to give some privacy. 

“Well that explains the groans from the car. I honestly believed you would press her out right on the leather seats.” Luke ran a hand through his hair, he could feel sweat starting to form. 

“Do you think they’ve caught them? Do you think they are okay?” You asked, referring to Ashton and Calum.

You didn’t know if they would call Luke or not if they managed to get them. You just wished the best, they had risked their lives just to save your ass.

“I believe they are doing their utter best to make sure Holly is getting caught along with Peter. I don’t believe someone would let them stay outside with what they have done to you without getting caught. I don’t want my child to be born in a world where I’m going to fear someone is planning to kidnap her. I don’t want that to happen. It was hard enough it happened to you.” 

So many words were being said at once Luke wasn’t sure if you heard anything but it was important to let you hear. You needed to feel as comfortable as you possibly could. 

You quietly looked at him as your breathing had become uneven, watching him make a small nod in confirm that it was fully the truth. 

You both looked towards the door as it opened and a panting Dr. Sullivan came into the room with her dark red hair bouncing. 

“I got the phone call.” She smiled at the nurse and took her place by sitting on the rolling chair and drove it in front of your bed. 

“So, it’s the final I’m going to be a part of.” She smiled just so carefully when she watched how much in pain you were. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie. You will figure out soon how much it is worth it.” 

You could have sworn it was just crap she was letting out but you had to believe what she was saying. She wouldn’t just fill you with bullshit but right now it all just sounded like crap to you. 

“She’s seven and a half centimeters and close to the end. I’m not sure how far it will go from now but it won’t be long.” The nurse explained and showed your journal just to give a heads up what was going on. 

“Oh, it’s a fast baby coming. I love rushed births, it puts happy faces quickly.” Dr. Sullivan grabbed her gloves and pulled them over her hands. 

“What is a fast baby?” You panted, looking at Luke with a sweaty forehead and tired eyes. This was one contraction that literally stole your breath. 

“That’s one coming in thirty minutes.” Dr. Sullivan responded and your eyes widened in surprise. 

You didn’t expect she would be here this fast. In fact you just assumed it would take at least a day more, you had seen so many women waiting for days for their babies to come, trying to suffer through the horrible labor and contractions. 

“I think that is manageable.” You mumbled and almost broke every bone in Luke’s hand because of how much pain you were going through. 

But that was said very quickly from your lips. 

Going through the pain was something you had never experienced before. Trying to hold everything in without being allowed to push wasn’t something you wanted to go through ever again. 

Nothing was motivating you, you tried to think through it all the time but it was overwhelming you. You felt as if it was consuming you, and you couldn’t do anything about it. 

No matter how many times Luke whispered that you were able to do it all you wanted was to sleep. You wanted this to be over with, you couldn’t see this being a beautiful birth because it felt as if it was draining you of everything you had. 

All of these nine months had been the hardest of your whole life. 

Never in your life had you been this exhausted. And you knew, 18 years from now it wouldn’t be anything else but sleepless nights and putting your life into someone else. 

You barely heard the words but when Dr. Sullivan explained that the baby’s heart had dropped and you needed to push you did it like you were born to do so. 

You pressed so hard it felt as if all the feelings came out at once. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry and at the same time you wanted to breathe but you couldn’t. 

Giving life to someone else was an experience that honestly couldn’t be described. It was left with no words. It was like being reborn into someone else because your life was suddenly into someone else. 

Your purpose of life would be changed. 

And that was when it suddenly changed. The pain was gone. 

So much sweat was on your forehead and your breathing was so loud it was the only thing you could hear in the room. 

But then it came. The small bit of cry that seemed so faint yet so high you had to open your eyes to look down at see what was going on. 

“It definitely is a girl.” Dr. Sullivan commented and lifted up what you thought to see in a blurry sight was a perfect little baby girl. 

Luke seemed speechless, watching as she was being scooped into your arms and held onto your knee carefully. Caressing the skin. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, suddenly furrowing his eyebrows and that was when darkness suddenly became you. 

That was when it became really silent. 

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[famousconfessions]

We will work it out

Title: We will work it out // Ed Sheeran Fanfiction // mature content

Author: @superkatesi & @famousconfessions

Rating: NC-17

Author's note: Sooo @superkatesi and I did a thing. Again. Every kind of feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!

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“Thank you, Miss. Have a great stay and enjoy the concert", the taxi driver greeted, as I got out of my cab, after an eternity of travelling. I went to the airport at 5 in the morning just to see that my flight to Detroit was delayed. That meant two more hours of waiting... two more long hours that kept me from seeing him. When I was finally on the plane I felt like a little kid waiting for Christmas. I could barely sit still for nine hours but I knew, once, that plane landed I was close to seeing him again.

It's been six weeks since he left to go on tour again and I just missed him like crazy. When I've just been crying on the phone he suggested that I'd come to visit him and I couldn't say no. So I managed to get a few days off, to spend two days with him in the US, booked a flight and... well, here I was. It took me another three hours to get from the plane to the stadium but I finally arrived and it felt like I could breathe again.

I got my bag out of the trunk and soon after I saw Kevin waving at me. “Heey, good to see you! Come on, Ed is already waiting for you”, ohh I loved to hear these words. I was shaking because I was so excited to see him again... So I followed Kev through the hallways and corridors of the stadium when he was suddenly there. But he was obviously in a hurry, three people were talking to him and he just nodded, but stopped when he saw me. His face lit up and my heart started racing...

“Hey love, sorry, gotta run. Interview. But you can join me and watch”, was all he could say, when someone shoved him further down the hallway. I do love visiting his concerts. I do love watching this boy putting his heart and soul into the thing that he loves the most. I always stood behind the guardrail admiring thousand of lights. Every time I saw him play gigs, I couldn’t believe that all these people came here to enjoy Ed’s performance. And actually, he couldn’t believe too. Every time he stepped on the stage, there was a huge grin of happiness on his face.

I followed him down the hall. I was walking pretty fast so I managed to reach him and gave him a lil kiss. “Good luck, love. Everything is going to be fine”, I murmured, as I squeezed his hand. “Thanks, babe. You look amazing, as always”, he answered, while scanning me from my head to toes. I was wearing black jeans, a lace top and a pair of sneakers. We entered a small room where everybody was waiting for Ed. He waved hello to everybody and took his seat in front of the reporter. I decided to grab some snacks, a can of beer and sat in the corner with my phone. Everything was going on as usual: some questions about his tour, the upcoming album, new tattoos, “Songwriter” , his charity work and then.. I noticed this girl leaning towards him and running her fingers down one of his bright tattooed arms.

She was pointing at different tats and trailing her fingertips around them. I rolled my eyes back: “Stay calm, turn away, it’s just the reporter. This is her work.” I kept on chewing crisps and thinking about this evening. After the concert we were going to enjoy each other’s company in a jacuzzi that was placed in his penthouse. “What about your relations, Ed? Are you happy?”, this girl smirked, and I felt a bit of a mocking tone. “I am! I am the happiest man on Earth”, he gave me this tender look of his, while answering. “So you're still in a relationship?”, she asked and I furrowed my brows at this question.

1. Why did she care? 2. Wasn't it obvious? Ed seemed a bit puzzled, too, but then he nodded. , “Yeah, I am. Actually she came to visit me, she’s just got here. It's not always easy because she's got a job in London, but whenever she gets some days off, she's trying to visit me and I'm going home as often as I can”, he explained nicely and gave the reporter a warm smile. God, he was way too nice to her, but that's just who he is and I actually loved that about him... just not when it came to girls who were obviously flirting with him.

“But isn't it hard to be in a relationship when you're such a successful superstar with so many female fans?”, like... what was her problem? What did she want to hear? I raised an eyebrow, shoving the last few crisps in my mouth, ready to fuck shit up. “Like... aren't you tempted sometimes?”, she winked at him and I cleared my throat, because that was fucked up. She must've been aware of the fact that his girlfriend was in the same room so how the hell was she comfortable asking him this question? I didn’t like that whole situation at all. This “amiable” reporter kept smiling and staring at him. I tried to give him a smile but I was aware that my inner side was trembling with anger. “Ed, how do you usually spend your evenings when your girlfriend is not around?”, she asked him, while stroking her knee. Ed is well-known for his good and sometimes extraordinary sense of humor.

He chuckled: “I mean, that’s a good question cause usually I go straight to my dark room. Cry, eat some popcorn and jerk off. Do you know another good way of spending your evening when you are all alone?”. I choked on my beer when I heard the last part of his answer. The reporter tilted her had back and started laughing as if she were a psycho. “You can always pick someone up for looong, heart-to-heart talks”, she gave him a nod and bit her lower lip. Okay, it was time to make her stop bitching around and give Ed a slap because he was way too soft. I was sitting and waiting for the end of this circus. At the end of the interview they hugged and Ed came up with an intention to kiss me. “Wanna find someone for good old talks, you prick?”, I hissed at him, stood up and went to the door. He tried to grab my hand but I pinched him and left the room. I walked down the hallway really fast, trying to get away from him because I heard his footsteps following me. I just wasn't sure if he knew what he was getting into, so it would've been better for him to just leave me alone. I travelled all this way from London to the US for him to greet me like we would see each other every day and then he was flirting with that skank. He just didn't know when to stop sometimes.

“Wait, love!”. “Fuck off! Just go and jerk yourself off, idiot”, I hissed at him, trying to move forward, but he got to me and finally grabbed my wrist. His touch felt like an electric shock to me and for a moment I felt the urge to kiss him, but I resisted. He didn't deserve it. Maybe he didn't even want it. “What's your fucking problem?”, was he serious? I just looked at him, not knowing what to say for a second. “You're not really mad at me for that jerking off comment, are you?” “Ugh, no! I'm not stupid! You really don't get it?” “No! And I don't wanna deal with this stupid crap right now, because I've gotta get up on stage! So whatever your problem is, get your shit together and don't act like a fucking cunt”, ohh he was pissed, I could see it in his eyes and I felt it because of the way how tight his fingers were wrapped around my wrist. It almost hurt a little. “Let go of me!”, I yanked my hand away, pushing him. God, right now I just wanted to punch him in the face. “Of course you've gotta get on stage, Mr. Superstar. Fuck you! I shouldn't have come here!”

I was so furious and I felt like I could burn this fucking venue down. I turned away and saw his back walking away. I grabbed a glass of water from the table and increased my pace in order to overtake him. “Sheeran!”, I screamed and at that exact moment I poured this damn water over his head. The water started running down his hair, glasses, scruff and his t-shirt. It became difficult to blink because of tears: “Fuck you, and fuck your damn way of life. Go and fuck her! I bet, she’s already wet for you!”. He was starring at me, he wiped away water from his glasses. I saw one of his assistants running to him with a towel and another bottle of water, irony. “10 minutes to go, Ed”, the assistant said, while looking puzzled at both of us.

“May we delay it for 5 minutes?”, he mumbled while drying his head and face with the towel. “Fine, everybody is ready.”, he said walking away and talking to someone on the phone. “Oh, you don't need to delay anything for me, Edward!”, I said, shaking my head. “Just do your thing, like you always do, because your fucking career is always first! Tours, interviews, studios. And us is in between, when it's comfortable for you, right?” “You're being ridiculous. What the fuck is wrong with you? I didn't force you to come here. You knew I'd be working, it's not like I promised something that I'm-” “Just go! God, leave or I swear I'm gonna punch you”, I threatened and I was serious. I couldn't even feel sorry for treating him like this, but I would probably regret it later. Right now, all I felt was anger and pain. I felt like he couldn't care less about me being here when I gave everything just to spend a couple of nights by his side. It hurt. A lot.

“You're fucking crazy. I'm gonna go play the show now and you need to calm down. If you won't, then you might as well get your crazy ass back to London right now!”, he said through gritted teeth, grabbing my chin harshly for a second, before he let go of me and left.

I hated him. I was about to explode. It was the first time I didn’t go outside to enjoy his angelic voice. Instead, I went to lie down on the couch in this small dressing room. I heard the crowd roaring when the cameraman was filming his way to the stage. I could foresee every second of this concert. Now he grabbed the guitar, appeared on the stage and everybody stopped breathing, literally. While waiting for him, I was pondering over today’s events and our future. I didn’t notice the moment when my eyes shut and I left this reality. I felt someone put some cover over me. There was dim light in the room, nothing bothered me and I didn’t want to go back from wonderland. When I opened my eyes I realized that I was napping on an old leather couch with a red flannel on top of me. Flannel=Ed. Ed...there was a fight between us, a glass of water and waves of indignation. I closed my eyes again hoping for washing these memories away. I inhaled the plaid’s smell. It was him: his cologne, soap, a bit of my body spray and coffee. There was nothing foreign...just us. There was no way I was gonna fall asleep again. “Where’s everybody? Are they gone?”. I sat on the sofa and looked around. The room was empty but I heard the sound of water and some murmuring mixed with humming. There he was.

I would always recognize the way he was humming because he would do it everywhere he went, but especially when he was in the shower. I got up from the sofa and went to the bathroom, but then I suddenly stopped, when I saw him standing in front of the shower cabin, almost naked. He just wore his boxer shorts and god, he was sweaty. Well, actually that was no surprise because it was fucking hot outside and he ran around a lot on stage. I just loved seeing him like that, his ginger hair plastered to his forehead, his colorful body glistening. He looked SO good I almost forgot I was still mad at him... but when he turned around and saw me I knew he definitely didn't forget.

“So... did you calm down? Or are you still an annoying little shit?”, he asked and just like that the anger inside of me was back. “No, I still hate your fucking guts!”, I replied, watching him roll his eyes at me. , “Hey, why don't I get that girl here from earlier? She's probably not annoying and I'm sure she'd jerk you off, since you like that so much!”, I hissed and I just finished my sentence, when he suddenly grabbed me. I didn't know what was happening until I felt fucking freezing water all over my body. He put me in the shower and turned the cold water on without blinking an eye. I screamed, instantly shaking, as my clothes got soaking wet with ice cold water. “Maybe this'll cool you down, love.” “ Fucking ginger!”, I screamed and bit his shoulder with all my might. Ed squealed and the next second I saw that the skin around my bite became dark red and there were my teeth prints. “ You’re gonna pay for it”, he grabbed my top and I heard a cracking sound. He was holding a part of my lace. “Do you want to ruin not only my life but my clothes as well, Sheeran?? Tell me!”, I kicked his leg and left that freezing shower. “If you want to leave, just leave but stop being so mean ”, he growled. Actually, I was ready to grab a bar of soap and throw it at his cute head. I turned and started glaring at him trying to burn a whole into his body. Probably, he had the same thoughts in mind. We had been standing like this for a while.

I noticed that there was a puddle under me because of my wet hair and clothes. Ed crossed his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes and leaned on the shower cabin. I felt goosebumps on my skin and shivered. I was cold. It wasn’t fun and I didn’t want to live my whole life like this: constant fights, screams and rumors. Maybe I was not made for him. I took a deep breath and approached him. It was my last time watching him like this. I wanted him to be happy and do what he want without any obstacles. His colorful arms and belly, this English lion on his chest, freckles all over his neck and cheeks. I wanted to savor every detail of this man: his perfectly kissable lips, Tenerife blue eyes, almost transparent eyebrows. I dared to brush my palm against his ticklish scruff and silk curls. I knew that it would be better for him. He wouldn’t get lost without me. I touched his jaw line and kissed his nose. My makeup started running down because of the mixture of water and tears. I would survive without him. I was going to book a one-way ticket and leave that exact evening. “ I’m so sorry, Ed. I’m sorry for all these terrible words and actions. But I don’t want to hurt you and ruin your life”, I whispered sobbing.

“What are you talking about?”, he said harshly but I could see that he was worried about my sudden change of heart. I wasn't really angry anymore, I was exhausted and sad and confused. I just felt a heavy weight on my chest. Like I didn't belong here. Like everything that I thought was right, was actually wrong. “I'm talking about leaving. For good”, I said, trying to walk past him, but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed my arm, a lot softer than in the hallway before and looked into my eyes. “What? Because of that stupid fight? It wasn't even about anything, really. And now you want to throw it all away? Because of... that?”, he furrowed his blonde brows and I shook my head.

“No. But that stupid fight made me realize that all of this is just... it's... hopeless! It'll always be like this. You are on some tour, or in the studio or... somewhere, but sure as hell not home. And I can't deal with it anymore. I'm just missing you too much every time you leave... and that makes a monster out of me. The one you've seen today. I get angry for no reason and... I do these things to you”, I said, my voice trembling, my body shaking because of the cold. “I'm so sorry...”, I really was. I was ashamed of myself for pouring that water over him, screaming at him, throwing everything at him because I couldn't handle the whole situation. Of course, he did some fucked up shit as well, but actually he just responded to my crazy actions. “That's not true, don't say this. I'll always come back home, go on longer breaks... I mean... I love you and you know that!”, he let go of my arm, just to place his hands on my cheeks. He looked into my eyes, but I just shrugged my shoulders. “I don't know anything anymore, Ed”, I whispered and looked down to the floor. “Okay, it’s time to calm down. We’ll work it out, love. Nothing matters to me like you. You are my life. I want to spend every second of my damn life with you. I don’t need oxygen when you are around”, he was saying all these words while looking straight into my eyes. We have never had fights like this. Yep, we quarrel sometimes but it has never got physical when it comes to fighting. He said all these words to me and was waiting for my response.

“Ed, sometimes I feel like I’m not too good for you, honestly. You are the influencer, you are the biggest popstar of this decade, you are already a legend. What am I? I’m just a graphic designer working on some projects for local business. I can’t shine as bright as you do. And you deserve someone who can understand all the difficulties of this way of life”, I turned away because I couldn’t look at him. I just wanted to run till I would be out of breath. “Look at me, darling. I’m just a human being. I’m not special. Yes, I have a weird daily routine but without you I won’t be able to live even one week like this. You are special, you are my heart and soul. When you are with me, I feel like I’m home”, he hugged me, I couldn’t resist it and burst into tears. I felt like a child. “Shhh, baby. We’ll work it out. We keep working on our relations. You are my destiny”, he murmured and kissed me on the forehead. His words meant so much to me... but I had a hard time believing it. I really wanted to keep working on our relationship, I didn't want to lose him but I was scared. Scared that it would happen. That our relationship would fall apart. I couldn't even wrap my mind around it, because it was too painful. I just couldn't imagine a life without him anymore. And it seemed like it was the same for him, considering his words.

“I hope you're right”, I said quietly, so quiet that I wasn't sure if he heard me, but then he smiled and I knew he did. “Of course I am, I'm always right”, he wiped a tear from my cheek and now I couldn't help but smile back at him. It was just a small smile, but the pain I felt in my heart wasn't that bad anymore and there was something like hope lighting up again. I wanted to fight for this. For him. For our love. I wasn't just gonna give up on us. I couldn’t, even if it felt overwhelming and too much sometimes. I just didn't want to lose him. “Fuck, you're still shaking. Let's get you out of these wet clothes, love”, his voice got me out of my thoughts and I looked up to him again, not able to do anything. “I'm sorry for doing this to you”, his voice was only a whisper and it sent shivers all over my body... “Put your arms up”, he ordered softly and I did, letting him take off my soaked shirt. I was still freezing, but it felt good to get rid of these wet clothes. He then proceeded to take off my shoes, my socks and my jeans, before helping himself out of his boxer-shorts. “Come on, love”, he took my hand, leading me back into the shower and this time he turned on the warm water, which felt like such a relief on my cold skin, before he pulled me into his arms.

He started rubbing my back slightly. “ Relax, baby. We’re just two idiots who love each other to death”, he murmured. I tilted my head back and looked at him from this angle. He looked so tempting with the strands of hot water running down his face and chest. I turned without unclasping his arms and started kissing his chest. I loved every part of his extremely handsome body. I intertwined my hands round his neck and our lips met. This kiss was all-consuming, full of tenderness and real love. We were not in a hurry, everybody had already left, probably, we didn’t care. We were absorbed in the moment. We were savoring our bodies. I felt Ed’s ready-to-go cock bumping into my belly. I smiled slightly while kissing and dropped one of my hands down and let my fingers meet his flesh.

Ed moaned in my mouth and I gave him a long, wet stroke. “Wait, kitten...”, he articulated, while getting down on his knees and kissing my lower belly. I leaned on the wall and put my right leg on the step next to me giving him better access and an amazing view. He put his arms on my hips while nestling his face between my thighs and kissing all the way up to the spot where all of the nerves were concentrated at that moment. I was watching him there, under the hot water on this slippery floor and couldn’t help but dig my fingers into his hair. His soft curls. God, I loved them so much. I loved HIM so much. He kept placing soft kisses on my sweet spot and I swear it was a torture. It felt so good but at the same time I needed more. These feather light touches definitely weren't enough. “Teddy...”, I sighed, trying to make clear that I needed more. I saw a sly smile spreading across his face, as he held my hips into place, right before he twirled his tongue around my clit before sucking it.

Ohh holy shit. I took a deep breath and moaned, my hands now dropping to his shoulders for support. He switched from sucking to licking and back again, driving me absolutely mad and making me see stars dancing in front of my eyes. He then started licking up and down my slit, I could feel his scruff, the tip of his nose and then there were his fingers that made the sensation perfect. He flicked his thumb over my most sensitive spot, before he slipped one finger inside of me, then a second one. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, just concentrating on the beautiful things he did to me and my body.

“So dripping wet for me, aren't you, baby girl?”, he whispered against my sex and it was almost too much. I just nodded, moving against him, meeting his fingers, because I was greedy and still hungry for more. He added another finger and started rubbing my inner wall sending me to heaven. I dug my nails into his shoulders and began grinding against his face. “Teddy, I’m close. Just let me ride it...”, I whimpered and rolled my eyes back. “Here we go, kitten”, he growled and at that exact moment he got up, pinned me to the wall with his weight and put my right leg up in the air. I felt him sliding his head up and down my swollen opening. It’s was a bit difficult to keep balance but this feeling of his tip entering me...I was ready to stay like this for hours. He was not in a hurry.

Ed started giving me slow sloppy thrusts. “Love this tight little pussy of yours”, he growled and I felt his hot breath on my neck. I couldn't wait anymore and tried to rock this boat. “Do you want me to come in a second, huh?”, he bit my neck and continued his sweet slow torture. Every inch of his hard rock made me love him even more. I started moaning his name begging for mercy. “Teddy, please”, I begged, digging my nails deeper into his skin. I heard him growl, right before he pulled out off me and I looked at him puzzled. What the fuck? What was he doing? He couldn't just- A second later he turned me around, bending me over. My hands flat on the tiles of the shower, trying to get some support because now I knew what he was up to. He didn't wait any longer to slam his cock right back into my dripping cunt which made me scream out in pleasure. “Oh shit... oh my god”, my head fell back as he grabbed my hips, rocking me back and forth, increasing the pace thrust by thrust.

I felt him deeper inside of me, it was way more intense and I knew I couldn't last much longer, especially when his fingers found their way between my legs. He just knew how much I loved and needed that and it was enough to send me over the edge. I just screamed out his name, totally melting in his arms, when I noticed him tense up. His thrusts became just a little faster and deeper, before I felt him coming inside of me. God, I couldn't even put into words how much I loved these moments, these few seconds of pure pleasure from both of us and just that overwhelming feeling of love. The water was still pouring down. Our heartbeats echoed in my ears. His hands were kneading my waist very neatly and he placed a tender kiss on my forehead. “It’s time to leave this cabin of love and go back to our hotel room.”, he said and gave me a towel to dry my wet body. “I love you, Teddy”, I winked at him and slapped his fluffy butt cheek. “You are my naughty baby girl”, he grinned and pecked my nose.

In an hour we were sitting on the terrace of our room and stargazing. Ed’s fingers touched mine and squeezed my hand. I didn’t look at him at that moment but I knew that there was a happy smile across his scruffy face. I noticed a star falling from the sky and there was only one thing I’d wish- I want to spend the rest of my life with this man.

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[attractive-asshole]

private lessons

pairing: sebaek length: oneshot (4k+ w) rating: nc-17 genre: smut,comedy, highschool!au warnings: swearing, slight orgasm denial, public sex in a library, riding, teasing sehun, dirty talk, fingering

sehun’s failing chemistry and has a thing for his new tutor.

It was only halfway through the first semester and Sehun was already failing chemistry. His coach was going to kill him, he wouldn’t be able to play on the basketball team if he didn’t get his grades up.

Chanyeol always told him he needed to do better on the tests, though he never actually made an effort to help Sehun. 

“Dude, you’re like one of the best players on varsity. Coach is gonna fucking pissed when he finds out you have an F in chem,” Kris said. 

Sehun sighed, falling back onto his bed, as if he didn’t already feel guilty enough. “How do you guys have B’s? I just don’t get it.”

“Beats me. I barely know what I’m doing to be completely honest,” Jongin shrugged. 

“You know what, you should get a tutor!” Chanyeol suggested. 

“A tutor?”

“Yeah, I can ask Kyungsoo if he has any friends that can tutor you. He and his friends tutor like all the time I’m sure he can find you some help.” 

“Yeol, why do you even need Kyungsoo tutor you? Don’t you have an A in calc?” Jongin asked.

“He’s just pretending to be dumb because he has a huge crush on him, even though he obviously doesn’t have a chance.“ 

“Shut up Kris. I do too have a chance! I think he’s starting to warm up to me, he doesn’t roll his eyes when I make jokes anymore.” 

“Just because he isn’t completely disgusted with your terrible jokes, doesn’t mean he likes you Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol huffed in annoyance, mumbling a ‘whatever’ as as he sunk back into the bean bag chair, listening to his friends all laugh at Kris’ teasing. 

It was on a Wednesday afternoon when Sehun found himself in the library, repeatedly tapping his pencil on the wooden desk as he waited for his tutor. His antics earning him annoyed glares and shushes from other students to which he he mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ before lowering his head in embarrassment.

He didn’t know why he was so anxious, though it was probably because he had never had a tutor before. Chanyeol had told him his name was Baekhyun and that he was a year older than them, a senior.

He didn’t want this Baekhyun person to think he was just another dumb jock. Sehun wasn’t dumb. He was doing fine in all his other classes. Science just wasn’t his thing, it never was.

He nervously ran his hand through his newly dyed black hair, trying to calm himself down because why was he so nervous? Baekhyun was probably just a nerdy little guy that was going to help him pass his next chemistry test, nothing to worry about.

His train of thought was interrupted when he felt a tap on his shoulder, followed by a soft ‘excuse me.’ The younger boy took a quick deep breath before turning around, not at all expecting the person before him,he felt his mouth go dry at the sight of his new tutor.

Baekhyun definitely was not a nerd, or at least he didn’t look like one. He was a few inches shorter than Sehun, the perfect height to rest his head on Sehun’s shoulder if he wanted to, cotton candy pink hair framed his face perfectly, complimenting his pretty pink lips and droopy almond eyes that Sehun could stare into all day.

The younger also didn’t miss how good the other’s thighs looked in those black jeans, thick and begging to be bitten. 

“Hey, Sehun right? I’m Baekhyun, your chem tutor.” Baekhyun extended an arm, waiting for the younger to shake his hand.  

Sehun almost choked at the sound of the other’s voice. Ugh even his voice is pretty.

“Right,” Sehun nodded, grabbing the elder’s hand and giving it a firm shake, “Nice to meet you.”

Baekhyun’s hands were dainty and soft, Sehun thought, smaller than his own and he quite enjoyed holding them even if it was only for a split second. 

Baekhyun smiled, Sehun swore it was one of the cutest things he had ever seen, and pulled up a chair next to the younger, taking out his pencils and notebook from his backpack. 

“Ready to get started?” 

Learning chemistry was just about the last thing Sehun did during his session with his new tutor. Baekhyun was so unbelievably adorable. Chanyeol had told him Baekhyun’s favorite subject was science, Sehun could see the excited glint in his eye whenever he was explaining something. 

“You just dyed your hair right? I remember it being blonde.” The elder motioned to Sehun’s head, the younger instinctively ran his hand through his black hair. 

“Oh uh yeah, wanted something more natural I guess. Have we met before this?” He asked. He didn’t remember ever seeing Baekhyun around school anywhere and he was pretty damn sure he’d remember a face like that. 

“No,” Baekhyun chuckled, “I’ve just seen you around. Who doesn’t know the guys on the basketball team right?” 

“Ah, right,” Sehun lightly laughed. 

“It looks good,” Baekhyun cleared his throat, “the black hair.”

Sehun noticed the light blush dusting the other’s cheeks as he shyly looked away, he really wanted to push the shorter onto the table and shove his tongue down his throat. Get a grip Oh Sehun.

“Thanks.” Sehun tried not to sound too excited. 

He mentally thanked Jongin for telling him to dye it.

“It’s almost time for me to go. We should talk about when to meet next, I’m usually free everyday at lunch and Mondays and Wednesdays after school. I’ll give you my email so you can tell me when you’re free?” 

“Uh- actually can I have your number instead?”

Baekhyun seemed slightly taken aback by his question, eyes slightly widening and eyelids fluttering a couple times before replying. “Oh. Yeah, sure.” 

The younger mentally gave himself a pat on the back, trying to bite back his smirk as he watched Baekhyun type his number into his phone, Sehun saved it under ‘hot tutor’ as he walked away. 

“Yah, why didn’t you tell me Baekhyun was fucking hot?” Sehun said, huffing in frustration before punching his friend’s arm. He carelessly dropped his backpack onto the dirty floor of the cafeteria as he joined the rest of the basketball team at their usual lunch table, sitting down between Chanyeol and Jongin. 

“Ow! I didn’t know!” Chanyeol whined, rubbing his forming bruise. “I’ve never even seen him before.” 

The black-haired boy hunched over, resting his forehead on his hand as he sighed, an image of his droopy-eyed tutor popping up in his mind. “Ugh he’s so cute, I couldn’t even focus when he was talking about Avocado’s law.”

“It’s Avogadro's law, you idiot. So much for getting help, ” Jongin scoffed, sliding his tray over to the other, offering to share his lunch. Sehun quickly muttered a ‘thank you’ before popping a fry into his mouth. 

“Whatever. The point is he’s really cute.”

“Really? I never knew you were into the nerdy type,” Jongin said.

“He’s not a nerd.” 

Jongin playfully rolled his eyes. “Right, just like how Kyungsoo ‘isn’t a nerd.’” 

“He isn’t!” Chanyeol whined defensively.

The others laughed, always entertained by their lovesick friend.

“Sehun, as if he would ever like you back anyway. He probably thinks you’re an idiot,” Kris teased, a shit eating grin on his face that Sehun wanted to slap off. 

“Just like how Junmyeon thought you were an idiot when you were trying to impress him during basketball practice but fell on your ass?” Sehun retorted. 

The taller’s smile immediately disappeared, replacing it with a scowl.

“Shut up, you said you wouldn’t bring that up anymore!” he whined. 

The rest of the basketball team laughed, Sehun stuck his tongue out him as he threw a french fry at his friend’s face.  

A week of tutoring sessions had gone by and Baekhyun was noticing that there was little to no improvement in the younger’s quiz scores. He didn’t know why, Sehun always seemed to be focused and listening to him whenever he was giving the lessons. 

“Is there something specific you’re not understanding? I know it’s a lot to take in in such a small amount of time, so maybe we can focus on one thing a time-”

“I like you.” 

The elder stopped talking, he stared down at the page of the textbook for a second, trying to process the words just spoken to him before looking up at the other.

“W-What?”

Sehun locked eyes with him, confident and intimidating as ever. 

“I like you, hyung,” the younger repeated, “I think you’re cute.” 

“I uh-” With the younger’s dark brown eyes staring into his own, Baekhyun found it difficult to form the words in his mouth. “T-Thanks.”

“So, does that mean you’ll go out with me?” Sehun eagerly asked. 

“I-I don’t know, I mean I don’t- I don’t know if it’s a good idea with me being your tutor. I really want you to pass this class so you can stay on the team so I don’t want anything distracting you…” the elder nervously rambled as he quickly grabbed for his notebooks and pencils on the table, shoving them into his backpack.

His movements were halted by a large hand grabbing his right wrist, stopping him from packing up any further. 

“What if I pass the midterm?” 

“What?”

“If I get an A on midterm, will you go out with me?”His eyes were full of hope, a look that Baekhyun just couldn’t find it in him to say no to. 

“I don’t know…” He said unsurely, it wasn’t that he didn’t like Sehun, he’d always thought the younger was attractive and since their tutoring sessions started, he had realized Sehun was also very sweet and cute, not at all what he expected when he first saw him.

He did admit he had a tiny crush on the basketball player, though he never expected anything to actually happen between them considering they were both so different and he didn’t want to make things awkward or distract Sehun since the whole point of them meeting every week was to help Sehun do better in his chemistry class. 

“Will you at least think about it? Please.” 

The elder sighed, “Okay, I’ll think about.” 

It didn’t take Baekhyun much more convincing once the younger showed him the paper that read A+ on top of the paper in red ink. 

Sehun towered over the elder as he pushed him against the unforgiving wood of the bookshelf. A quiet, surprised squeak escaped the elder’s mouth as the younger’s large hands planted themselves on his hips, pushing him even harder against the books. Soft lips moved roughly against his, their mouths molded together messily and hungrily as Baekhyun grabbed onto locks of Sehun’s black hair. Sehun pulled the other’s hips flush against his own, grinding them against each other. 

“A-Ah...” Baekhyun softly mewled against the younger’s lips. 

Sehun smirked as he pressed sloppy, open mouthed kisses down the the elder’s neck, occasionally stopping to nibble on the sensitive skin. Baekhyun bit down on his bottom lip, trying to hold in the moans threatening to spill out. 

“Fuck if you keep doing that I won’t be able to hold myself back,” Sehun breathed against the elder’s throat. 

One after another, quiet pants left the shorter’s mouth, he took deep breaths, trying to calm down his breathing so that they wouldn’t attract any unwanted attention. 

Sehun’s right hand quickly made its way to one of the buttons of the other’s shirt, impatiently tearing the shirt open.  “M-My shirt-”

“I’ll get you a new one,” the younger growled before capturing the elder’s lips in another bruising kiss. 

He pulled away only to strip himself of his hoodie and t-shirt as he took in the sight of his disheveled tutor, hair mussed and lips swollen and red from abuse. His chest was heaving as he panted, leaning against the solid oak wood for support; his eyes hooded, cheeks flushed as he looked at Sehun.

Before he knew it, Baekhyun was being hoisted up in a pair of strong arms, his legs instinctively wrapped around the other’s waist as he was lifted up from the ground, his arms wrapped around Sehun’s neck, hands running through the younger’s locks.

A choked moan escaped his lips when he felt Sehun’s hardened member grind against his. Quiet little whines poured from the Baekhyun’s mouth as the younger continued thrusting his hips up, grinding against him with urgency.

The fabric of their jeans created a delicious friction neither of them could get enough of; the sound of the elder’s moans were enough to drive Sehun over the edge. Large, rough hands ran up and down Baekhyun’s smooth, soft chest, goosebumps erupted throughout his entire body as plump lips latched themselves onto his collarbone, decorating it in angry red bruises. 

Baekhyun’s smaller hands grabbed onto Sehun’s when the younger tried to unzip his jeans, the latter looked up at the other with a questioning look, eyes full of lust. 

“W-What if someone sees us?” Baekhyun whispered.

The black-haired boy gave his tutor a reassuring kiss, “Don’t worry, no one goes back here and besides everyone’s probably out celebrating after finishing midterms anyway.  No one’s gonna come into the library right now, and besides, no one will hear us if we don’t make a lot noise, but sounds like you’re having a little trouble keeping those cute little sounds in, hmm baby?” 

Baekhyun wanted to slap that mischievous smirk off the other’s face, though those thoughts were short lived once he felt Sehun’s hand palming him through his already soiled boxer briefs.

A needy whine escaped his lips as the younger thumbed at the tip of the elder’s cock, precum leaking through his underwear.

Baekhyun flushed in embarrassment whereas Sehun smirked, a glint of desire flashed before his eyes. Sehun lowered the elder down, helping him  sit on the probably-not-so-clean carpeted floor of their school library, he tugged off the other’s pants and boxers once they were somewhat properly situated and comfortable (well, as comfortable as having sex on the floor between bookcases could be).

Baekhyun shyly lifted his legs so Sehun could completely remove his garments, keeping his legs crossed because how could he not feel embarassed at a time like this? 

“You okay?” Sehun asked, rubbing soothing circles on Baekhyun’s thick thighs. The elder nodded, giving him a small, but reassuring smile, his cheeks still tinted pink and breath still labored from earlier; Sehun thought he looked absolutely breathtaking.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” 

“Y-Yeah, I’ve just never done in a p-public place before,” Baekhyun nervously bit his lip, waiting for Sehun to make a move. 

Sehun nodded before leaning in to the capture the elder’s lips in a gentle kiss, hand trailing down Baekhyun’s chest to his thighs, slowly spreading his closed legs and settled down between them.

A few strokes and tugs from the younger’s hand and Baekhyun was already breathless, teeth clamping down his own hand, trying to hold in the embarrassing sounds he knew would come out if he didn’t hold them in.

Sehun reached into his pants pocket to grab a bottle of lube, opening it up and squeezing a generous amount onto his hand. Rubbing his fingers, he warmed up the slimy substance before lowering his hand even further. 

“I’m gonna put one in okay?” 

Once Baekhyun nodded yes,  the other proceeded to rub circles on the puckered hole before slowly pushing in. He heard a sharp intake come from the other, Sehun looked up to make sure he was okay before continuing.

“I-I’m okay, I just haven’t done this a while,” he timidly chuckled. 

Sehun nodded, “I’m gonna move now okay?”

“Okay.”

His finger slowly moved in and out, thrusting at a lazy pace. 

“Nngh…” The elder’s hips unconsciously bucking up his hips. 

Sehun added another digit,  gradually increased his speed as he stretched out the elder, eliciting cute little high pitched whines from Baekhyun. Baekhyun’s lips were pink and wet from excessive biting, eyelashes fluttering as he struggled to hold onto any bit of insanity he had left. 

“Fuck hyung, you’re so hot,” Sehun said, voice low, dripping in lust, “Here, get on me.” 

The younger sat back against the shelves, guiding Baekhyun onto his lap. The elder’s legs trembled as he stood up before settling down onto Sehun’s lap, cheeks flushing at the even more intimate position.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, Baekhyun felt vulnerable under the piercing gaze of Sehun’s deep brown eyes. Sehun played with the fabric of Baekhyun’s shirt for a few seconds before pulling it off completely, afterwards swiftly stripping himself of his own t-shirt.

They both take a moment to admire each other’s naked torsos, Baekhyun shyly placing his hand on Sehun’s flat but muscular abs, Sehun chuckled as he slightly raised his hips to lower his jeans and boxers.

The light pink on Baekhyun’s cheeks intensified into a cherry red as the younger revealed his lower half, he tried his best not to stare though it was a bit tough not to considering the size of the younger was larger than anything he had taken before.  

Sehun poured a generous amount of lube onto his hand once again, lathering up his erection, wanting to make as comfortable as possible for the elder. He held onto Baekhyun’s slim waist as the other held onto his member, Sehun guided him down onto his cock.

The elder inhaled sharply, lips immediately parting in a shaky gasp as Sehun pushed through the rim of his slicked entrance. 

“A-Ah!” 

Sehun’s jaw was clenched as he felt the warmness of Baekhyun envelop his member, trying hard not to push the shorter down and fuck him into roughly. 

“Fuck, you’re tight.” 

They stopped moving once Sehun was buried into the smaller, allowing the elder to adjust to the large size. Sehun experimentally rolled his hips up, his dick rubbing against the inner walls, Baekhyun let out a high pitched whine as he involuntarily bucked his hips in response. 

“God you’re so fucking sexy, hyung,” Sehun said in a low growl.

The elder placed his hands behind him, grabbing onto Sehun’s thighs to anchor himself as he lifted off the erection before slamming back down. They both moan loudly in the otherwise silent library, Baekhyun repeated himself over and over again until he was a sweaty mess atop Sehun’s lap, body taut and breathing labored.

A thin sheen of sweat coated both of the boys’ bodies, a low guttural sound escaped from the back of Sehun’s throat as he watched the elder fuck himself onto his length.

“You’re riding me so fucking good aren’t you, hyung?” His voice teasing and seductive. “Do you feel good, hyung? Tell me how good you feel.” 

“I-it ah- feels g-good,” Baekhyun hiccuped, eyes hooded and breathing so labored it was difficult for him to speak. 

Rough hands gripped tight onto Baekhyun’s thick thighs, nails digging into the soft flesh as he bounced on the younger’s lap.  Sehun thrusted up to meet the elder’s movements, Baekhyun threw his head back, a broken sob escaping through his parted pink lips, eyes watering. 

“Right there, baby?”

The younger continued to thrust up and into him, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again, Baekhyun fell forward, head resting on Sehun’s shoulder.

“S-Sehun- Nngh-” 

Sehun placed hot open mouthed kisses under the elder’s ear, sucking hard onto his slender neck, eliciting a sobbed moan from the other. 

“So fucking good for me, hmm?” He whispered against Baekhyun’s skin, the other involuntarily shivered at the hot breath. 

Baekhyun panted heavily, mouth agape, allowing a string of whimpers and broken moans to stream out as Sehun thrusted up, the elder no longer having the strength to move himself. 

He whined at the loss when Sehun suddenly grabbed onto his hips, lifting him off and forcing him to stand up. Legs trembling, eyes glazed, and bangs plastered to his sweaty forehead, his body was pushed face-first toward the shelves of book, he bent forward, grabbing ahold of the wooden shelves as Sehun’s rough hands clamped onto his waist, slamming into him from behind. 

“S-Sehun!” The elder gasped loudly, the new angle allowing the younger to go even deeper, hitting him at just the right spot. 

He saw white as Sehun pistoned into him, hard and rough, vice grip on his wait that’ll definitely leave a bruise the next day. 

The younger grit his teeth, thrusting deep into the shorter boy who was clenching down so deliciously around him, his hand unconsciously roughly kneading  into the soft flesh of the elder’s torso. 

“Shit hyung you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, rolling his head back and licking his lips. 

Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin overpowered the quiet moans and groans of the two, the air was stuffy and smelled of the sex, both of their bodies felt as if they were burning up.

Sehun watched as his length slipped in and out of the slick hole so easily, Fuck, he thought, so fucking hot. The snap of younger’s hips had Baekhyun almost collapsing if it were not for the large hands keeping him in place. His skin felt as if it were on fire and the need to come undone was so, so strong, his eyes watered as Sehun’s long, thick length stretched him out and hit against his bundle of nerves over and over again. 

“I-I’m close, S-Se-ah! F-Fuck,” he whimpered. 

“Yeah? You wanna come, baby?” the younger teased, slowing down his thrusting, purposely missing the other’s prostate. 

“P-please, Sehun. Nngh- I c-can’t.” Baekhyun was practically sobbing, almost drooling at the need to climax. 

The younger breathlessly chuckled, he trailed a hand up the elder’s back, stopping on the other’s chest to teasingly play with the hardened, sensitive nipples. A quiet moan slipped past Baekhyun’s lips, he unconsciously pushed back onto the younger’s dick.

Sehun lowly grunted as he began properly fucking into the elder once again against the bookcase, hastening his thrusts and angling himself to hit the other’s prostate repeatedly.

Baekhyun clutched at the edge of the shelf in front of him, knuckles turning white and jaw slacked in a silent scream. 

“Go ahead, hyung, come for me like the good boy you are,” the younger grunted before snapping his hips particularly rough and deep past the rim of the hole. 

The elder reached his peak with a sob of the younger’s name, head thrown back, eyes clenched shut as he shot ribbons of white onto the books. The younger continued rutting into him, helping him ride out his climax. 

“G-God, p-please-ah!”  the shorter begged, not even knowing what he was asking for. 

Sehun’s thrusts soon became sloppy as he reached his own peak when the elder clenched down on him, growling out a low ‘fuck’ through clenched teeth as he shot his load into the elder. 

The white liquid leaked from the hole as he pulled out, trailing down Baekhyun’s legs, the elder immediately fell to his knees, head leaning against the bookcase as he tried to catch his breath. 

“You okay, hyung?” Sehun asked, his tone sweet and caring as he bent down to move the hair out of the shorter’s eyes. Baekhyun tiredly nodded, cutely whining about his ripped his ripped shirt. Sehun lightly laughed, grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over Baekhyun’s smaller frame. 

“Let’s go back to my place yeah? You can clean up before I take you home. I’ll get you some clean clothes too.”

“Wait, we need to clean up the uh-mess we made on the books…” Baekhyun shyly said, eyes glancing at the books he soiled earlier. 

Sehun tried his best not to laugh, earning him a light punch from his embarrassed boyfriend.

“You go put on some pants and get your things, I’ll clean it up.” 

“I can’t believe we just had sex in the school library.” The elder hit his face in the palms of his hands. 

Sehun laughed, grabbing one of Baekhyun’s hands and interlocking their fingers together as they walked to his car. 

“Has anyone told you you’re a really good tutor, hyung?”

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