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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 7)

a/n: aaand part 7 is finally here! however i want to warn yall that we are nearing the end of NHIE, im planning on having one more part and i don’t think it’ll be any longer, so enjoy while it lasts! lmao as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 5.7k

warning: some slight violence? it’s the good kind, you’ll see lmao

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Sitting in your trailer you stare down at your phone longingly, rereading Harry’s last text.

“Miss you, hope everything is alright. Facetime when you’re free?”

You hate how your chest is aching at such a small and sweet thing. If you had the chance, you’d run into Harry’s arms without a second thought, but you are stuck in Atlanta while he is currently back in LA, feeling farther away than ever, in every sense.

It’s been three weeks since you left the city and parted ways with Harry. You hated it. You absolutely hated how he was looking at you and how you was about to cry in his fucking Range Rover as he was dropping you off at the airport. You tried to make it quick so you don’t get too caught up in the moment, but the moment he kissed you, it was over for you. For a split second you were ready to cancel on the whole movie and just stick with the plans you made before you got the role, but that wasn’t really an option.

Since that day, Harry has been very respectful of your will to keep some distance, he always checks in before trying to call to make sure you have time, he doesn’t text you about the most random things like he used to, maybe because you both are so busy, you basically live on set while he has left for his tour exactly a week ago, and you can tell he is trying his best to never even mention Levi.

The news that you’d have to work with your ex came as a punch in your stomach. Taiki contacted you himself to talk to you about his choice to include Levi in the movie. He has informed you that they all agreed on him at the end of the casting process, but he wanted to make sure it’s okay by you as well. What would have you said? You wouldn’t just start off a project with getting someone out of the movie before filming even started. You had no choice but to suck it up and say that it’s all fine.

Now you are stuck to see him almost every day and spend your free time with him as well since he is always the first one to show up when a little group of the cast is out and about. He has always been such a social butterfly, though now you wish he would just lock himself up in his hotel room and not show up until he is needed on set.

Levi has been trying. He’s been pushing on your nerves, always coming up to chit-chat, like there’s nothing weird or absurd about the situation, but there’s plenty. Seeing that the last time you two saw each other you threw a book at him and he threatened you to sue you if you dare to even say his name ever again. Your breakup was the definition of nasty while the rest of the world just noticed a quiet and uneventful parting, photos disappearing from Instagram and awkward smiles whenever either of you were asked about the other.

While you are all about being civil and professional, what he has been doing feels like he is trying to get under your skin, testing your patience with him, which is starting to run short.

For an outsider he is acting perfectly fine, even human towards you, but you know him all too well, you know all his little tricks and moves because you used to be an expert on the topic of Levi Hudson.

Huffing to yourself you get back to the text and type a quick reply.

“Still on set, I have two more scenes to film. Will text you when I’m back at the hotel xx”

You wish you could call him right away, you wish he was here with you and you wish you didn’t have to go back to set and face Levi once again. You really thought you’d get entirely consumed by work once filming starts and run short on time and energy to even think about Harry, but it hasn’t been the case. He is all you can think about, you always catch yourself wondering what he is doing, how his day has been or if he is thinking about you too. You cling onto your phone the moment they yell Cut! and frantically check if he has texted you. It’s taking a toll on you and you can only hope you’ll last until the movie is wrapped and you can finally join him on tour, just like you planned.

“Hey there,” Maya steps out of her own trailer when you turn the corner and she catches up with you quickly. “Wha’s up?”

“Just plotting how I can leave early,” you huff, making her laugh. You’ve become the closest to her, you right away bonded when you met at the table read and she caught you grimacing behind Levi’s back when you thought no one was looking. She came up and simply told you she doesn’t like him for literal no reason, he just has a punchable face and an alliance was formed right then and there.

“Oh Honey, let me know when you figured it out,” she chuckles, circling an arm around your shoulders as you both make your way to the set laughing.

Trying your best, you focus fully on the job on hand so you can leave as soon as possible, call Harry and go to bed. Today has been way longer than you would have liked and you just need to get away from set, despite how much you enjoy filming in general. Sometime during the taping Harry texts you that he is free whenever you are and will be waiting for your call and it just makes you even keener on leaving.

When filming is finally finished, you find yourself storm out faster than ever, already ringing up Harry as you are walking back towards your trailer. When he answers the call, his smiley face fills the screen and you feel your heart flutter in your chest.

“Hey! Done for the day?” he asks, seemingly eating something as he talks.

“Luckily,” you breathe out. “What are you eating?”

A blush appears on his pixelated face as he glances down and grabs his bowl, showing it into the camera. He is eating your pesto pasta recipe.

“I had a strong craving for it,” he shyly tells. “It’s not as good as yours though.”

“There’s nothing to do different about it, H,” you chuckle.

“I know, but it’s different when you make it,” he smiles and his words warm your chest. Just as you are about to tease him about being so corny, you hear your name being called out. Turning around you see Levi jogging towards you.

“Here we fucking go,” you mumble, not ending the call with Harry who is a little confused about the situation since he can’t see the intruder in your conversation.

“Are you heading back to the hotel?” he asks, catching up with you.

“Yeah, I wasn’t planning on sleeping in my trailer,” you answer with a frown.

“Wanna share a car?”

“Why would I?” you simply ask.

“What’s with the attitude, Y/N?” he scoffs as if he was an angel and deserved all the respect on earth.

“Why do you keep coming up to me?”

“Because I’m trying to be nice!” he snaps, but it’s all for the wrong reason. You don’t buy this shit, nice is the last thing he is trying to be and you know that for sure.

“No, you keep getting on my nerves and you know that! We don’t have to interact outside of set and I want to keep it that way, Levi!”

“Now you are being a bitch, Y/N.”

“Excuse you?” Harry’s voice is coming from your phone’s speaker and you suddenly realize that he is still there, listening to the conversation. You glance down at the screen and see his now angry expression on it.

“Who’s that?” Levi nods towards the phone with a frown, but then realization must hit him. “Is that Harry Styles you’re talking to?”

“None of your fucking business, Levi. And leave me the fuck alone.” Turning around you start marching back to your trailer that’s now so close, but once again, his voice stops you.

“You’re making a fool out of yourself, Y/N!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you snap back at him, one hand already on the door handle of your trailer, the other one holding your phone.

“If you think he wants more than just a good fuck and some publicity out of you, you’re delusional.”

“Fuck you, Levi!” you flip him off before walking into the trailer and shutting the door behind you.

With your back against the door you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, fighting with yourself not to go back out and kick him in the stomach. This is how it has been, he starts acting all nice, pretending like he is the good buy, but when he doesn’t get the reaction he wants, he is quick to show his real, asshole self he keeps hidden.

“Angel? You alright?” Harry’s voice brings you back from your thoughts and once again, you realize that he is still in call, staring from the screen with a worried expression on his handsome face.

Taking another deep breath you bring the phone up so he can finally see your face.

“Sorry you had to hear all of that,” you mumble, feeling way more tired than you were just a few minutes ago.

“Don’t apologize, it’s none of your fault. But I gotta ask, has he been this big of a dick since the start?”

“Kind of,” you sigh, walking further inside. You put the phone to the little vanity, propping it up against the mirror as you start washing your makeup off.

“Have you tried doing something against it? You really shouldn’t let him treat you like that.”

“I’m not trying to be the whiny star who gets someone kicked out. I don’t know what others would think if I told Levi is being a jerk to me, because he is fine with everyone else. Maya is the only one who knows about it, so I’m kind of stuck.”

“Then just punch him,” he suggests making you laugh.

“I wish I could.”

“Want to talk about it? I would love to listen to you talk about how big of a dick your ex is and about your hatred towards him,” he tells you, way too excited about the topic and it makes you chuckle.

“Let’s not talk about him, I get enough of him all day. But not enough of you.”

It just slips out, way too cheesy than you intended it to be, but it makes him smile so you don’t mind it.

“Is this your way of being casual?” he chuckles softly.

“Shut up,” you grin. “Tell me about your day while I get ready to leave.”

You listen to Harry tell you about his day in the smallest details as you clean your face, brush your hair out and change into your own clothes, finally feeling like yourself again. You’re talking even when you’re already in the car, but that’s when it ends.

“Talk tomorrow, Angel?” he murmurs, now lying in his bead, propped up against the headboard without a shirt on.

“Yeah. I’ll be off around five so just call me whenever your show is over.”

“Will do. Take care, alright? And… just hang on a little longer.”

“A little?” you huff. “There are still two more months to go.”

“You can do it. Text me whenever you want to talk, alright?” You just quietly nod, ignoring the ache in your chest. You want nothing else than to crawl into bed with him, curl up against him and never leave from under the covers.

“Good night, Angel,” he smiles sweetly.

“Night, H,” you sigh before ending the call.

An hour later you are already in your hotel room, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, lying in bed as you scroll through Instagram, aimlessly opening posts here and there. The explore page is always a mess, you like so many different things that Instagram sometimes can’t decide what to show you, but that’s just how you like it. Lately it’s been a lot of Harry on there, given the fact that you’ve often found yourself lurking photos of him when you were missing him more than the usual.

When a paparazzi photo comes up of him from yesterday, having lunch with Kendall Jenner you can’t help but feel the jealousy ignite a fire inside you. It’s not like you didn’t know they met up, he told you a week before it and even asked if you are cool with it, to which you said that you are not an official item and you’d never tell him not to see a friend, even if it happens to be an ex as well. After all, you were the last one to throw a stone at him since you are now working with yours, even if it’s a living Hell.

But after such a draining day, seeing him have a good time so far away from you with a woman who is not you, your opinion about the situation seems to be different.

You’ve never been that extremely jealous type and you are also very much aware that you have no right to feel this way, but… you do. Scrolling through the few paparazzi photos that has nothing odd on them, just the two of them sitting at a table on a terrace, enjoying their meal and then leaving in separate cars, you can’t help but tear them apart to the tiniest detail, your brain fixated to find the smallest thing that tell you that they have something more than friendship going on, when you also know damn well sure that there’s no such thing. Harry has talked to you openly about his friendship with Kendall, how they tried to make it work two times but both of them ended up the same way: they realized they are far better as just friends and that’s how they’ve been since then.

But because of the distance, your horrible days with Levi and your agonizing feelings about wanting to be with Harry but also not being able to, you find yourself letting out a silent cry as you close the app, but the pictures still haunt you.

Before you could even think twice, you are kneeling in front of the minibar you haven’t touched since you arrived, but now you’re determined to empty it out, paying extra attention to the alcoholic drinks.

You are well aware that it’s not how you should be coping with the situation on hand, but you don’t know what else to do. You were the one who told Harry not to make things official, there’s nothing you can do against the distance between the two of you and you are stuck with Levi for the rest of filming as well. You have no other choices but to somehow dumb the pain that’s been torturing you silently ever since you found out you got the role.

It’s nerve wrecking, because this role means so much to your career, you know it’s your big chance to be finally taken as seriously as you’ve always dreamed about, but does it worth it? If you lose yourself along the way and everything that’s been making you happy lately, does it still worth just to have an Oscar nomination, which is not even guaranteed, just a speculation.

It’s past one am when you run out of drinks, but because of the small portions, you are just buzzing, not really drunk. But it’s enough to make you lose your rationality and snatch your phone from the bed and open your text threat with Harry.

“I miss you. A lot, like a whole lot.”

You send the text before you could change your mind and for your biggest surprise the status changes to seen just a few moments later before the three little dots start dancing on the bottom.

“I miss you too, Angel. Everything alright?”

Harry knows you too well, you wouldn’t just text after you’ve talked on FaceTime before and you’re usually asleep by this time, since filming starts early in the morning usually.

“Do you really miss me?” you write back with a heavy sigh.

“You can’t even imagine how much…”

“Tell me. How much?”

“I’ve written three songs about you since we parted. Does that tell you how much I miss you?”

“Oh fuck!” you choke out, feeling your chest tightening. You don’t want to be in this hotel room anymore, damn the movie, Levi and the Oscar, you need Harry. Now.

“Can’t wait to hear them all.”

“There’ll be plenty more, Angel. Get ready for a whole album!”

The pictures with Kendall are long forgotten. Now you’re just lying in bed, rereading the texts over and over again until your eyelids get too heavy and you fall asleep, still clinging onto the device.

***

After years of being an independent and strong woman you’ve always aspired to be, you find yourself only focusing on two men to keep your nerves stable enough to stop you from breaking down every other day: Oscar and Harry.

The possibility to win an Oscar is what you think of every time Levi is pulling on your nerves, working harder than the devil to make you burst while acting like a saint in front of everyone. His attempts of ruining your days every imaginable are getting worse as the time passes and when thinking about the Oscar doesn’t help, you reach out to Harry. You’ve felt terribly at the beginning when you kept calling him whenever you felt like screaming after an encounter with Levi, even apologized for it, but he made sure you know he doesn’t mind it, not even the tiniest bit.

“I’m happy I’m the one you come to for comfort. I like that you’re thinking about me,” he told you one night when you called him so late, but he still answered.

Today has been extra hard. Two weeks have passed since your little late night breakdown when you emptied your mini bar out and felt like leaving Atlanta as soon as possible. Luckily, the morning came with an ease, though the pain was still there, you just managed to bottle it up enough to make you keep going.

You’ve been on set since 4 in the morning, having shot some scenes during sunrise and you’ve been going since then. Now it’s four pm, you are desperate for a good sleep already, but you still have some hours to go before you can head back to the hotel.

It seems like Levi has made it his mission to make you cry today. His latest favorite thing has been throwing shade about fellow actors who end up being the talk of gossip sites because they’ve dared to go on a public date with another celebrity. So, just to be clear, he is shaming you for being all over the tabloids, people are still speculating about you and Harry and Levi doesn’t hesitate to call you out about that in a sugarcoated way.

All he has been saying all day is “I guess I’m just more careful about my privacy!” or “Everyone is different, but I like to be noticed for my professional success!” but your favorite was “I get it that women need more effort to stay relevant.”

You were shocked how no one else realized how sexist he was, but deep down you weren’t that surprised. Levi successfully brainwashed everyone to make them believe he didn’t think it seriously, when you know for a fact that even if it was just to piss you off, he really meant it. You were once one of those who couldn’t really see how wrong his beliefs are and now you can’t believe you used to ignore all these sexist comments, but now they make your palms itch.

“You know, you once were just like that. I still remember us being on the covers,” you snapped back at him before everyone left for lunch and it was just the two of you, but he just snorted, brushing it off.

“Hated it. Always felt like just a toy they like to throw around.”

You needed all your self-control not to laugh right into his face and then jump at his throat. Instead, you just watch him walk away and you are quick to fetch your phone from your bag to text Harry, but then you realize that he hasn’t texted you back in the past ten hours. Your last four messages are sitting not just unanswered but unread as well so you talk yourself down from sending another one. It’s odd, because he always tells you when he is about to be busy, but he didn’t this time and you wonder if you’ve said or did something that upset him with you enough to stop talking to you. But then you tell yourself that something must have just come up.

“Hey girl!” Maya calls out for you, already dressed in her own clothes since she is done for the day. “I’m heading out to lunch with Timmy, want to join? Please don’t say you’ll just order in and stay in your trailer!”

“Only if Levi is not coming,” you grumble making her chuckle.

“Don’t worry, it’s just gonna be cool people.”

You both take your car to the little diner close to set, you’ve been going there quite often, they have the best pancakes and that’s exactly what you need right now. Timmy is already there sitting at a booth, waving at you happily. Aside from Maya, he is the other person you’ve been quite enjoying spending time with on set, he is a genuine guy and helped you a lot professionally which was a huge boost along this rocky way.

All through lunch you notice that he’s been checking his phone a lot, but you don’t think much of it, he is a busy guy, that you’ve learned already. It’s nice to have some time away from set and you’re thankful that Maya and Timmy are trying their best to make you forget about Levi and that eventually you have to head back.

The three of you return to set about an hour later. When the both of them stick to your side and they keep asking if you are going back to your trailer, you start to suspect something.

“You guys alright?” you ask with a chuckle. “Where else would I go? I still have thirty minutes from my break.”

“Just making sure,” Timmy shrugs. “We’ll walk you there!”

“Yeah! Let us walk to your trailer!” Maya nods in agreement and you give them a glare.

“You guys are weird,” you mumble under your breath.

As the three of you reach your trailer you notice how excited they are acting and you are confused about what’s really happening, but it’s just until you finally throw the door of your trailer open and gasp at the person waiting inside.

“Hello, Angel,” Harry smirks at you, leaning against the wall as you completely freeze.

“Angel! Oh my God!” you hear Maya squeak behind you, but you can’t pay much attention to her or Timmy, because you are busy throwing yourself into Harry’s arm, who envelopes you into his embrace, lifting you up from the ground.

“What are you doing here?” you breathe out, face buried in the crook of his neck.

“Should I not be here?” he jokes chuckling, his hands running up and down your back.

“Well, you are not supposed to, but I’m glad you are!” you chuckle and pulling back you kiss his lips, not able to hold yourself back.

“Thank your costars,” he mumbles nodding towards the door where Maya and Timmy are standing, grinning widely and proud of themselves.

“You guys did this,” you breathe out.

“Well, it was Maya’s idea, and then I was the one to message Harry,” Timmy admits, hiding his hands in his pockets. “Wanted to surprise you.”

“You surely succeeded,” you chuckle and turning back to Harry you hug him again, holding him tight as if he could vanish any moment.

“Alright, we’ll leave you two alone,” Maya chuckles before shutting the door and giving you some privacy.

“So how long are you staying?” you ask, arms circled around his neck.

“Unfortunately I don’t have much time. I need to fly out late tomorrow.”

“You came here for less than 48 hours?” you gasp in disbelief. He has been on the road for weeks now, all the traveling has been hard on him, that you know, yet he still went into the trouble of flying here for such a short time just to be with you.

“If Timothée didn’t reach out I would have still tried to mess around with my schedule to come here. I know how hard it has been for you here, I wanted to help you.”

“Stop or you’ll make me cry,” you chuckle, leaning in for another kiss.

You spend the rest of your break cuddled up on your tiny sofa in your trailer, talking but mostly kissing, because you’ve been missing Harry’s kisses the most probably. When it’s time to head back to set, you need everything in you not to lock the door and just never leave, but your work is calling.

Walking towards set you find yourself lacing your fingers together with Harry’s, to which he smirks at you in satisfaction. You couldn’t give less shit about that people will think the rumors are true, let them! All you want is to be as close to Harry as possible.

As everyone is slowly gathering back, you lounge around the buffet tables with Harry and Timothée, just genuinely having a good time, right until Levi walks in and he freezes upon seeing you with Harry.

At first you are convinced he’s going to come up to you, but luckily, he chooses to keep his distance this time, saving you some stress about what would go down if the two of them were to talk. Harry has definitely noticed his presence as well, but he doesn’t say a word, just holds your hand tight, kissing your knuckles.

Harry sticks around the whole afternoon, watching you film scene after scene and the excitement in his eyes is priceless. He takes every opportunity to praise your work and tell you how amazing you are doing and it means the world to you since it’s the first time Harry is seeing you working.

Through the afternoon, you can feel Levi’s burning glare on you, but you try your best to ignore it. You can tell he doesn’t like having Harry around but you haven’t figured out if it’s because he is jealous of you and him or because now Harry has all the attention he usually has. Either way, he is a petty fucker and you are enjoying pissing him off for once.

When filming finally finishes at six you are one of the first ones to head out, eager to finally be alone with Harry in your hotel room and not be disturbed for the night.

“I would say to pick up something to eat on our way, but maybe we should just order room service, how does that sound?” he asks as the two of you are walking back to your trailer.

“Room service is gonna be perfect,” you smile up at him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Y/N!”

The voice calling out your name makes you growl in annoyance. The situation is all too familiar, Levi stopping you on your way back to your trailer with the pure intention of ruin your mood.

Oh for fuck’s sake,” you mumble under your breath before turning around. “What?” you snap back at him, clearly annoyed that he is here again.

“Hey, just… thought I would introduce myself to your friend over here,” he smiles as if it was the most natural thing, but you and Harry stand there, completely confused about how he can act so casual about him meeting Harry.

“I’m sorry, you what?” you question.

“Just wanted to meet Harry,” he tells again. “I’m Levi, nice to meet you,” he nods smiling, holding out his hand and you can’t hold your laughter back. Luckily, Harry is quick to react the best possible way.

“Are you really just gonna pretend like I didn’t hear you call Y/N a bitch the other day?” he asks, voice stern and surprisingly calm, however his hold on your hand is a little tighter now.

Seemingly, Levi is taken aback and you can tell he was convinced Harry wouldn’t bring it up straight to his face, but he did. He definitely just did and you are so happy about that.

“I’m, uhh—I don’t think you have any business in that, Harry,” he chuckles nervously, still trying to somehow dominate in the situation, but he is failing miserably.

“Oh, but I think I do. If you think you can just go around and call women bitches, you are in the wrong and if you ever have just one bad word for Y/N again, I’ll definitely won’t be this calm.”

The cherry on the top is the warm smile on Harry’s lips and your mouth hangs open at how bad he just burnt Levi. If you were alone now, you’d definitely jump his bones right away.

Watching Levi you see the exact moment when he drops the act and before he even opens his nasty mouth, you already know you’ll get another taste of his real self.

“What, you fuck her once and think she is the Queen of England who has to be treated with special care?” he scoffs and your stomach drops. Here he goes with the insults, buckle up!

“Excuse you?” Harry snaps back, clearly losing his patience with him.

“She is not that big of a deal, Styles. Might be a good fuck, but she is a fucking bitch in reality and you’ll see that soon.”

“I think it was just you who made her act that way and that’s entirely your fault, m’ friend. Anyone would be that way if they had to deal with you.”

“You know what? You two deserve each other, two low-life, attention seeker celebs, I just don’t get what people like so much about you. Especially about you,” he adds, eyes snapping to you. Your anger is boiling, he is dancing on your very last nerve and you have no idea how long you can last.

Harry then turns to you, a calm expression on his face, but his eyes tell you otherwise as he simply takes his rings off and places them into your palm, confusing you about what he is really doing.

“I’m sorry in advance, Angel,” he mumbles before taking a step towards Levi and with a simple but graceful move, he punches your scumbag ex.

You gasp as you hear Levi’s groan, his hands flying to his face while Harry shakes his fist off with a heavy sigh.

“Oh fuck, this feels better with a glove on,” Harry breathes out, taking a step back.

“You fucker!” Levi spats as he straightens up. He moves his hand from his face, checking it to see if he is bleeding, but it’s just some redness on his cheek.

“Don’t freak out, princess. You’ll just have to sit some more in the makeup. But Swear to God if you ever speak about her that way,” Harry warns him pointing at him, “You won’t be able to fix it with some powder.”

And with that, Harry grabs your hand and pulls you into the trailer, leaving a shocked and raged out Levi outside. As soon as it’s just the two of you, Harry changes from the confident, protective man to a frightened little puppy as he looks at you.

“I’m so sorry, but I just couldn’t take it any longer. The way he was talking about you and I—“

He doesn’t get to finish because our lips shut him up with the most heated and passionate kiss you two have ever shared. It’s hard and messy, your fingers thread through his hair as he grabs your waist forcefully, yanking you against her tightly.

“That was literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” you pant against his lips.

“Yeah? So you’re not mad?”

“I’m only mad because you got to punch him before me,” you chuckle making him laugh as well.

“God, I have no idea how you could put up with him this long,” he breathes out, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m convinced that my nerves are made out of steel,” you joke pecking his lips two more times.

“I don’t even see how you could be in a relationship with him in the first place,” he huffs.

“I was younger and dumber. Don’t worry, learned my lesson,” you laugh, cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand, running your thumb along the soft skin under his eye.

“If I’m being honest, there’s one more thing that’s upsetting me about him.”

“And what is that?”

“Please don’t get mad at me though, okay?” he chuckles softly.

“Just tell me!”

“I’m mad… because he is able to say that he has been in a relationship with you and I’m not. It’s pissing me off, properly,” he admits and your heart skips a beat. “I know you said you don’t want anything official, but I just want to call you mine and—“

You cut him off for the second time now as you kiss him again, grinning against his lips. If he didn’t bring this up now, you would have for sure before he left, because there was no way you would have been able to say goodbye to him again without having all strings tied.

“Just to be sure, was this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” you smirk, your hands holding onto the base of his neck.

“Kind of? Yeah,” he chuckles softly.

“Alright, cool. Now let’s go back to my hotel room, boyfriend.”

You watch as his eyes light up and leaning down he kisses you again.

“Just so we are on the same page, was this your way of saying yes?”

“Kind of, yeah,” you nod, using his own words.

“Great. Okay, let’s go, girlfriend.”

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A/N: WOW it feels so so long since i’ve done an HC i kinda feel like i forgot how to :( ahhh im sorry this one sucks LOL but im feeling a bit burned out & this brought me a lil comfort so i hope it brings some for u too :)

Bokuto

Shamelessly facetiming you every possible second.

He’s not terribly upset to be away, to be honest, because he’s doing what he loves, but a huge part of him still misses you.

So he settles for the next best thing

And it doesn’t matter what you’re doing; if you’re at work, if you’re out shopping, if you’re sitting on the toilet – Bokuto will blow up your phone until you answer.

“What took you so long to answer?” “Kou, I was on the toilet.” “No way! Me too! Soulmates <3”

He’s always telling you stories about the dumb things that go on during practice, he complains about how his shoulder’s been feeling a little tense lately, and the food at the hotel reminds of the food they used to serve at Fukurodani

But he always wants to hear about your day too. He asks if your coworker is still being a jerk, he wonders if you managed to try the new drink at the café you mentioned the other day, and he reminds you that he’s coming back in a couple days, so make sure you remember to pick him up from the airport!

When he can’t facetime, he’s sending you videos; videos of the guys goofing off at practice, videos of him working out, videos of behind the scene interviews.

He’s sad you don’t get to be there with him but he does everything he can to share his experiences with you anyway

Bokuto even started his own personal tradition during every away game

If MSBY wins, he sends flowers to your door step.

If MSBY loses, he still sends you flowers anyway because he just wants you to know that he’s thinking of you always

Atsumu

He doesn’t want to admit it, but Atsumu goes into emo mode whenever he’s away.

When you ask him how he’s doing, he’ll always tell you that he’s fine

But the pictures Bokuto and Hinata sent you of Atsumu crying into his protein shake tell you a different story.

You try to make him feel better by sending him tiktoks and memes, and it works for a second, until he sees a mug in the tiktok that looks JUST like the mug you got for him when you first started dating, and now all he’s thinking about is how he wants go back home and drink his coffee from that mug, not the cheap paper ones from his hotel room and god, can the days go by any slower?

talk about dramatic

But you can never stand to see Atsumu so down

And you don’t do this every single time, but when MSBY loses and Sakusa was the one to text you a video of Atsumu staring longingly out his hotel window, you asked him what city their next game was going to be in, and bought yourself a plane ticket there.

You don’t want to spoil Atsumu like this. You really don’t, and you usually won’t

But when you walk into the gym, Atsumu’s eyes land on you, and his entire face lights up, his whole demeanor changes, he’s standing a little taller, his smile a little wider, and all of a sudden, the whole room just felt so much brighter.

He’s in the middle of a pre-game interview, and all of a sudden his words trail off and the interviewer’s like “Miya-san? You were saying?”

But he can’t wait any more, so he’ll excuse himself, and all cameras are on him when he scoops you up from the floor and plant kisses all over your face.

You don’t always spoil Atsumu like this, but when he points at you after scoring his third service ace in a row, you know you’ve done a good thing

Sakusa

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Sakusa doesn’t tell you he misses you because he doesn’t really think he does? It’s normal for professional athletes to spend time away from their s/o, right? This was to be expected, Sakusa knew you guys would have to spend some time apart, he was prepared for this.

Still, irritation floods through him when he wakes up to a shrill alarm instead of your sweet voice.

He snaps at Bokuto when he has to eat the team’s provided lunch, and not the lunch you make and pack for him.

He’s particularly cranky when his uniform was wrinkled on game day, and you weren’t there with your emergency Wrinkle-Release Spray

He doesn’t directly say ‘I miss you’ but you hear it in his words anyway.

When he complains about the hotel’s mattress and how it’s “nothing compared to our bed at home” you know that he feels your absence.

“The food here makes me want to gag, all I want is your tempura”

“My skin feels so raw from the scratchy towels; the towels you bought us feel much softer.”

“Babe, how’d you manage to make all my stuff fit in my luggage? I can’t pack it the way you do.”

Sakusa most likely won’t blow up your phone, but he always makes sure to send you a good morning and good night text

He doesn’t buy you flowers, but when he gets home, he hands you a large bag without saying anything.

“What’s all this?” you grunt, cause damn that bag was heavy.

But Sakusa was shrugged. “Souvenirs. I thought you’d like them.”

And you squeal in excitement, pulling him to sit down on the same couch that he’s been thinking of for weeks, a smile on his face as he watches you sift through all the little knick knacks and presents that reminded him of you.

Hinata

EXCITED BOY

He’s constantly texting you and checking in, even when he doesn’t have to

☀️Shoyo☀️(6:58am): We just got to the gym where they’re letting us practice!

☀️Shoyo☀️(7:01am): I’m about to go into the locker room and change now

☀️Shoyo☀️(7:05am): Whoops I think I made the wrong turn.

☀️Shoyo☀️(7:07am): Whoa, this gym is pretty big; I wonder what other sports they could use it for?

☀️Shoyo☀️(7:15am): Wait, I can’t find my way back

☀️Shoyo☀️(7:30am): Babe, help

He doesn’t facetime you like Bokuto, but he is blowing up your phone just the same.

He misses you of course, that’s a given, but to be honest he mostly does it because he doesn’t want YOU to miss HIM.

Maybe that’s the wrong way to put it; he wants you to miss him but he doesn’t want to ever make you feel lonely.

He knows that feeling so well :( he never wants to be the cause of your loneliness. And if he had to pick between being a persistent man or an aloof man, then Hinata will choose persistence five hundred times over.

Hinata has an incredible talent of being able to make you smile and laugh, even if it’s simply through a screen, from hundreds of miles away.

Even though his career and ever-changing schedule can make things a little extra challenging, when you see him play on TV, watch as the crowd cheers and hollers for Hinata, listen to the way the commentators describe his insane plays, and you realize you don’t mind having to share Hinata with the world

Because when he stares directly into the camera and smiling while he holds both hands over his heart, you know this gesture was meant only for you.

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years

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Can you do a imagine where Harry wants a baby again 😭😭

im sorry if this is bad, i wrote two other pieces today and im on 4(?) hours of sleep 😭 hope you like it though!

only if you want to

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

Harry had been dropping not so subtle hints for a few weeks now.

He spent most of his free time on Pinterest, looking at various baby items. He would close the app when he heard you approaching, but he always made sure you “accidentally” saw a flash of the screen. You thought it was weird that he was looking at cribs, but you figured he would talk to you if he wanted to. He didn’t initiate any conversations, so you left it alone.

When this tactic didn’t work in his favor, he knew he had to be a little more forward.

Every time you sat next to him, he pulled up Stevie’s baby pictures on his phone.

“Remember how little she was?” He said, tilting his phone so you could see.

You nodded, only looking at the picture for a few moments before going back to making your shopping list.

“I wish we could get our tiny baby back,” he said, sighing.

“Yeah, but if I’m being honest, I prefer a Stevie who sleeps through the night,” you laughed, not catching on to what he was saying.

Then he had stepped up his game a bit. He went into Stevie’s room, going through her entire closet and taking out all of her baby clothes. When you came home, he was surrounded by several mountains of pink and purple and lace and glitter and unicorns and tiny socks.

“Um... what are you doing?” You asked, barely able to see him through all the clothing.

His head popped up, flashing you his dimpled smile as he held up a onesie.

“Sorting!”

“Why?”

“Um- just in case,” he said, blushing.

“Just in case what?” You asked, narrowing your eyes.

“No- just, uh, in case we ever need any of these again.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but just then your phone rang.

“Sorry, it’s my mom,” you said, smiling apologetically as you answered the call, walking out of the room.

Harry was ready to continue the conversation after you hung up, but Stevie was in a mood and tensions were high through the whole house, so he decided it could wait. You didn’t say anything the next day, so he figured you had either forgotten or just didn’t want to talk about it. Either way, he didn’t want to push you. It was your body, after all. You had a bigger say in what happened and when.

After a few more weeks of almost asking and half conversations and tiptoeing around the subject, Harry decided enough was enough. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, giving himself a pep talk.

“You are going to walk into the kitchen, and you are going to go up to your wife, and you are going to tell her- no, definitely not tell her- you are going to ask her if she would be willing to have another baby with you. No, that sounds dumb. You’re going to- well, maybe it’s not dumb. No, it’s not dumb. This is the best way to go about this. Ask nicely, because it’s her call, because she’s the one who has to actually have the baby. Ok,” he took a deep breath, stepping away from the sink. “You can do this.”

He walked tentatively into the kitchen, trying to feel out the energy in the room. Stevie had been particularly moody lately, and he didn’t want to give you any extra stress if you were already having a bad day.

He sighed in relief, smiling when he saw his girls singing and twirling around to the Frozen soundtrack. He immediately joined in, pulling your arm above your head to spin you. You laughed, collapsing against him when you got dizzy.

“Me too!” Stevie yelled, reaching her small hand up to Harry. He beamed, grabbing onto her and helping her spin around. She squealed in delight, hugging his legs tightly when she had enough twirling.

“Stevie, it’s almost bedtime,” you said. “Can you go pick which pajamas you want to wear?”

“Ok mommy!” She said, running up the stairs.

“She really is amazing,” Harry said, smiling as he watched her.

“She is,” you agreed, laying your head against his chest.

“Which is- which is why, I, um,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “I was just thinking, maybe... only if you want to, of course, definitely only if you think it’s a good idea, but maybe-“

He didn’t seem to be getting anywhere, so you put your hand on his arm to stop his rambling.

“Harry, what are you trying to say?” You asked, even though you already had a pretty good idea. You had been suspicious for a while now, since he started going through Stevie’s old clothes and staring longingly at the baby sections of stores.

He took a deep breath, pulling away from you and leaning against the countertop with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I- I want to have another baby. But only if you want to,” he added the last part quickly. “It’s obviously something you get the final say on, but if- if you were thinking about it, I just want you to know that I would really like that,” he said, almost shyly.

“I would also really like that,” You said, feeling the smile creeping up your face as you looked at him.

“Yeah?” He said, grinning.

“Yeah. As nice as it is to get to sleep through the night, I kind of miss having a tiny baby to hold.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking!” He exclaimed. “Look at us, our brains are synced.”

You smiled before you had another thought.

“Oh, no,” you groaned, putting your hands over your face. Harry looked at you, confused.

“Stevie’s going to ask questions. Like, “where did the baby come from” and “how did it get there”.”

“Oh, uh... about that,” he said, blushing furiously. “She... I already kind of-“

“Harry, if you let her listen to Watermelon Sugar and she started asking questions, I swear-”

“No, I didn’t!” He said, starting to laugh. “Come on, Y/N, do you really think I’m that bad of a father? No, we were at the mall and she saw a big poster of a baby and she just asked where they came from.”

“And you told her...”

“Oh, yeah, that conversation didn’t go so well.”

“Harry,” you sighed. “What did you tell her?”

“Um... he frowned, pretending to try and remember, while in reality he knew exactly what he had said. “I think... it was something about how when two people love each other, they get a house and live together, and decide to have a baby, and then... have a baby.”

“That’s all you said? And she didn’t ask any more questions?” You said, confused. Stevie normally had and endless supply of inquires. She usually wanted to know everything.

“Well, no, she tried, but I distracted her.”

“A+ parenting there, really,” you said, shaking your head. “Well, at least you didn’t say anything inappropriate.”

“Right, honestly I thought it could have been a lot worse. I was flustered,” he explained, smiling.

“I’m sure,” you laughed. “I think maybe I should talk to her if she asks again?”

“I think that’s the best plan, yeah.”

#Harry Styles #harry styles/reader #harry styles/you #harry styles/reader fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you fanfiction #harry styles x reader fanfiction #stevie #stevie fics #one direction #one direction fanfiction #dad!harry #harry fanfiction #harry styles/you fanfiction

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mariasversion · 3 years

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my thoughts on young royals, a sequel (there are gonna be many annoying and pointless sequels): episode 2

YOUNG ROYALS’ SPOILERS AHEAD !!

• i’m glad to announce i now know my future wife’s name, madison mccoy. she’s so funny though and her outfits are so cool.

• oof when august and the other guys kept pushing wilhelm to stand on the chair and admit he’d hooked up with someone in the party and he started nervously laughing i felt kinda bad for him bc what was he supposed to say?

‘oh, no august. i didn’t hook up with anyone. i was too busy drunkenly and longingly staring at my crush who is very much a man and who i might be very much attracted to’?

it would’ve been funny though.

• that outfit in the intro. yeah, you know which one i’m talking about. i need more of that. i need more of those little stupid sunglasses. and how he stood up with his books and all.

• when felice left her friends to walk with wil to their next class and her friends just went ‘i mean we have the same next class bestie but go off i guess’ i lost it

• okay hear me out because their classrooms are so cute. they’re so mall and aesthetic and they just look so comfy? what is up with that

but the fact they have to stand up every time the teacher comes in just seems too strange to me. it’s just bc we’d never do that where i live but i couldn’t keep a straight face doing that. and bro, if i just sat down i’m sure as hell not getting back up because you came in.

• oh my god when sara took some pictures of felice with her horse and felice just thanked her looking all soft and shit, i ate that shit up (i adore their friendship and how it develops as the show goes on and i’d love it if they got together in a second season)

• i also loved when they’re finishing the rowing training (i think that was what it was) and wil starts giving simon some advice about it bc wilhelm went ‘oh, yea. flirting is not about pick-up lines anymore. it’s about unasked advice about rowing. thats what i call romance’. and honestly? good for him.

• plus wil not wanting to go to morning training but straight up sprinting to go when he saw simon was there? we love to see it. and how they just kept looking at each other the whole time (doing the planks and stuff)? that was everything.

it’s all about the looks. im telling you.

• and then when all the girls are studying/doing homework together and so are wilhelm and simon was so cute. plus i liked the background song.

and once again it was the little looks between them. those little glances wil was giving simon.

(yes i’m going to keep ignoring august’s whole relevance in most scenes bc i just don’t like him and he’s a little bitch)

but i will say it was very nice when my wife madison said ‘fuck you, august’. it was music to my ears.

• when wil messaged simon and immediately put the phone away bc he didn’t want to look, that was very much relatable. yes, i do that.

• it’s really nice how they actually feel like teenagers, in the way they act and talk. it feels very awkward and very relatable. for example when wilhelm and simon meet to go to the match and they just look at each other silently and then they both go ‘how are you?’

• and when ayub teases simon because he likes wilhelm and it’s so obvious to him, that was so sweet. plus when they’re all cheering for rosh,,, too wholesome

• one of my favorite scenes is definitely that scene where they’re all riding the motorbikes and wilhelm and simon keep trying to hold hands or just brush hands bc it’s so sweet and pure and fun. 10/10 loved it would do it again would watch it on repeat forever

• simon going back home after hanging out with wil and his friends all giddy and excited and telling sara about it melted my heart

• also this might be random but i really like the format(?) they use to show the messages on screen bc sometimes in many shows it’s just cringey but i liked it in this one

• i like the aesthetic of the library in the school. it’s a really pretty shade of green

• august: *giving a weird speech about simon and kissing his forehead*

wilhelm: oh, man. i don’t know what’s going on but you’re one crazy ass bitch

it was very much random and i loved how wil just lost it and how he and simon were looking at each other like ‘is this shit really happening? are you seeing what i’m seeing?’. august is an asshole but he’s so extra and it’s funny sometimes

• their pinkies touching during the film, the looks, the shyly holding hands had me screaming. that’s romance.

• but when wil leaves the room bc sara caught them holding hands and he’s doing his nervous tic (chewing on his thumb or biting it) and he looks at that plaque (?) that says they’re responsible for the legacy of the school or some shit like that it felt very ironic. bc i feel like what wil struggles with is the fact that if he’s with a man then he can’t have biological children and all that stuff about not being able to carry on the legacy.

and maybe i’m just reaching or misunderstanding the scene but then when you can see his anxiety is getting worse and he’s rubbing his chest i just felt like ‘yea, buddy. it’s rough, isn’t it?’ bc i think that sometimes it’s more difficult realizing you’re not attracted to the opposite gender than it is admitting you’re attracted to the same one (bc if you’re still attracted to the opposite one then you could have a “straight” relationship and stuff yk)

well that got deep huh

• once again i’m back on my bullshit, the looks in the first kiss scene. i live for the looks (though wil really looked ready to run for his life).

i just realized simon was wearing a looney tunes t-shirt in that scene. i love his graphic t-shirts.

okay it really isn’t my fault these are getting so long, each episode lasts 40-50 min and that’s a lot

#young royals #young royals netflix #young royals spoilers #simon young royals #prince wilhelm #wilhelm x simon #felice young royals #young royals episode 2 #ayub young royals #rosh young royals #my thoughts on young royals

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pikslasrce · 3 years

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im thinking just now.... like imagine they DO get invited to play at exit (or even better but more unlikwly they just tour here independently).... and miraculously i can afford to buy the tickets for the event.... and i GO THERE (!!).... i think ill short circuit bc then my brain eill be like 'wait these arent little men on the screen? these are real people??' and i just remembered what im like around people like 💀 i just place myself at a distance and stare longingly and oh my 💀💀💀💀

#🚬🦀#ignore me i just remembered that real life is a thing and things and interactions happen outside of the phone #bastille #mine #no but fr like.... 🤯🤯🤯 and those fans that get to meet their faves like............. i can barely look at regular ppl irl let alone #dudes that i blog abt daily like 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀#piksla.txt

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iamtheempress · 4 years

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Cold Blooded

A Dragon Ball Horror Fic {Part 9}

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Some days have come and gone, bruises were healed ribs are fixed back into place. Vegeta is off with Goku training themselves in the time chamber for the night, in all their forms to test themselves fully.

Bulma had asked her to house sit the entirety of Capsule Corp for the night, Carlie happily obliged since she still had her old room beside the balcony. The scientist rushed to her lab and came back up to her temporary bedroom and sat down on her bed, only to dress into a sleep shirt and pull out her bottle of whiskey, an old stache in her night stand and the new bottle of Merlot for Frieza. She ordered a hot pizza for herself and maybe Frieza if he was willing to eat.

She had a movie ready to watch and unwind. An old classic and take on horror, Alien. A solid 3 hour long movie that she loved to watch when she was younger, one of the first movies that peaked her interest hardcore to alien races all together.

She singlehandedly carried both the pies and the wine and whiskey in her arms down the hall in the direction of the theater, which is on Friezas side of the building She felt one of the bottles slipping and started to quietly curse herself when it falls from her arms, she awaits the impending crash and liqour splattering everywhere. When it didnt she looked to her side to see a tail tip encircling the bottle.

“Tsk. Well if that were to break that would certainly be tragic, wouldnt it, Ms. Carlie?” Frieza said standing beside her with a small smile, Carlie smiled at Frieza and laughed abit embarrassed. “Thanks, Frieza.. Want to help me eat these pizzas?”She lifted the pizza boxes and the smell wafted up to the Emperor, he hummed and held his chin between his fingers. “I am quite hungry. Pizza you say? Id love to accompany you, dear.”

He holds the bottle and saunters beside her down the hall, tail fluttering slowly behind him, a bit of blood still on the very end of his terribly strong tail.. From his most recent murder that day. “I was actually going to watch a movie too, so hope you enjoy feeling lazy eating pizza and getting abit drunk cuz thats going to happen with me tonight” She giggled and gently nudged open the door to the large theater room. “Oh there is no issue with that, I was wondering how you were doing anyway so to spend some quality time within your company is just what i needed.”

You too will realize this

Frieza curtly nods and places the bottle of whiskey down besides the two large pizzas with hot sauce to dunk in, Carlie lifted the bottle of merlot to Frieza and smiled. “Wanted to give this to you and we can get abit drunk together.. Except i dont know your tolerance to alcohol.” “Wuite alright, im no light weight.” “Excellent!” she claps her hands together and grabs a wine goblet and one Whiskey glass.

Frieza watches her form shuffle away, eyes raking slowly down to her pretty soft legs. Her bottom showing just slightly from the shirt raised up behind her. Frieza hums and seats himself on the extra large and extravagant couch bringing the Wine up and looking at it.. His little smirk showing in the glass bottles sheen in the movie theaters dim light. “Care to tell me what we would be watching.” She tilts her head and comes back with the glasses sitting comfy besides Freeza, the light of the theater dimmed very slowly until the only things visible were Friezas eyes and the screen turning on to suit the room.

“This movie is one of my favorites from when i was younger. It is called Alien, plot is basically a bunch of humans awake from cryostasis and there's no reason why, and then this insectoid alien called a xenomorph makes its appearance and you'll see the rest. It's great!” “Ohohoho! How precious.. Humans having their own interpretations of Alien kind is quite amusing! Cannot wait to see what kind of monstrosity your kind has imagined.” He uses his ki to pour them both some wine and whiskey. “Hey you might like it, don't knock it till ya try it.” she giggles and clinks the drinks together and takes a sip. The movie begins and she is immediately entrenched in it like its her first time watching it.

Watching a classic with the late emperor. His arms are crossed as this large fluffy white quilt is brought up to her lap and encircles her so comfortably, her slippers fall off her feet to the floor. Frieza watches her out of the corner of his eye while she watches the screen with expectant wonder..

He watched her pretty gossamer locks, some that were tied up and some that were loose, falling out of her messily tied bun, down her shirt, her lightly tanned skin glistens with some nice smelling body spray, tantalizing and sweet. Like her. The fact she wasnt wearing glasses made her look more appealing and this deeply confused Frieza… His eyes snapped to the screen and he took a sip of his drink, his back curving to relax into the plush cushion.

Friezas tail slid beneath her back, she didnt flinch, she shifted a tiny bit, maybe to make sure he was comfortable, maybe to welcome it.. He took it as the latter and proceeded to welcome the warmth of her back upon his tail.

‘You beautiful little thing…’ he thinks crossing his ankles and watching her fill another glass full of whiskey, right as the first sight of the Xenomorph came up on screen his eyes widened and he tilted his head.

Watching humans cower in abject horror made the emperor smile in pride of the idea that this is what humans find entertaining and terrifying..the tail around her waist slowly drags her to his side; spurts of blood and the absolute massacre that sprays forth from its victims peaks his interest. Down to the idea they grow and procreate and are fast and nimble, with predatory intent to kill and overwhelm, ambush with ease.

The very similar comparison to his 3rd form was just the icing on the cake for the emperor that made this all the more amusing. Shes familiar with the immense amount of horror this form can bring...Maybe this was intentional.. Maybe she wanted him to see that he wasnt afraid of him, no matter what form he took.

She had eaten almost all of this pizza along with the dip of the hot sauce that made her lips look glossy and inviting...a thought Frieza never entertained before but here he was, staring at her lips and her neck where Vegeta left a bite.

He sneers and his bright red eyes return to the screen, when she places her whiskey glass down her hand touches his thick cold tail while she puts it down the emperor cracks the goblet from the grip.. Not breaking it entirely just enough to crack it.

*Thats enough of this little game…*

This gives him an idea. One to finally act upon this beautiful little woman besides him whos blanched stark white and almost flush against the

“"this movie is quite entertaining. Kill or be killed and absolute domination with zero regard for human life. Procreate and maim, all for the sake of their queen" Frieza muses, his arm bringing the soft white blanket into his lap and his cold strong hand finds her bare thigh, Carlie was abit tipsy but she wasnt blind... "You enjoy this bloodshed dont you, Carlie.” He lets the goblet go to float gingerly to the table infront of him and tilts her head to face him. “Frieza, what are you talking about.. Its just a movie.” He straightens his back hard and looks her square in the eye; a knowing look blooms across his minimalistic features and his red eyes dilate.

“I know what happened to you the other day. Vegeta harmed you while you were intimate, I saw your back and those horrific bruises and scratches.” Her eyes went wide and she backed her head up abit from him as he held her hand in his own. “Frieza.. Me and Vegeta are fine it was a one time thing that wont-” “And how do you know that Carlie?” “Huh?”

“Ive known Vegeta for decades. Since he was a small chimp with a dead father. I WAS basically his father figure, to hell with any of his old Saiyan counterparts. They had as little an influence as i did on him. He had a temper that could never be put out..” He snapped, raising his voice harshly almost into her face.

For a split second.. He felt bad for doing that.

“That Saiyan bravado is all brute force and abuse. Never anything gentle..” Carlies eyes remained wide as she slowly- like cold molasses on the brain-took everything he said in. “He would never abuse me..” She pushed his hand off her leg and his tail slunk slowly beneath the shirt to her smoothe soft belly, then to her thighs to keep her still, but not enough to harm her. “He did though.. He most certainly did though… your back had proof of it.. Why would he throw you so violently… you his little mate.. That damned ape knows nothing about delicacy… its disgusting…”

He sneers forcing the girl to her back with little effort on his own part. Carlie started to panic... “Frieza, let me go. C'mon if i didn't trust Vegeta i wouldn't be with him, let me the heck go please.” SHe pleas and pulls against the tail as the emperor cradles her head and stares down at the little scientist, a hypnotic unblinking stare as his tail tightens around her soft midsection and her quivering legs, his tail pulsing around her body.

“Carlie… Would I lie to you.. Vegeta’s a great danger to you, he's highly unstable and you know it.. No amount of affection or care will break that ape down to what you want.. He is a *Saiyan* careless, heartless, if you were to die he wouldn't bat a lash.. Just look at where you are.” His tail sliding between her legs to lock them together to ensure she doesn't struggle too hard. SHe was all ears as she complied and lain still turning her head to the side crying…

“He left you with me… alone.. Instead of staying he went off to probably train and..” the back of his knuckles slide down her cheek. His eyes looking longingly at the slender pretty neck and her soft plush lips back up to her eyes…

What is going ON with him….

“Inflict more harm upon you…Possibly kill you..” He pulls away and sits up his tail uncurling quite satisfied with his claim. Hoping he made her change her mind he folded his hands in his lap.

“You are my only friend Carlie, I'm saying this to protect you.”

Carlie stood up and backed up staring at him. “I don't know where you get off.. Speaking to me like that.. Frieza I gotta go.. Dont fucking follow me i cant fucking think…” she slurs, turning on her heel and taking the whiskey and headed for the door.

“Look at me.”

She stops dead in her tracks. Frieza didn't even have to turn completely around. “That creature… the Xenomorph on the screen.. Is my 3rd form likeness..”

3rd form… no one said anything about forms with him… “.............” She gulps and listens, letting him proceed. “This is my Final Form.. From this i can get stronger in my Golden form… one day i hope to show you its glory… But until then… know i could have killed you.. But i dont. I enjoy your company. If you choose to leave that is your choice, and i bid you a pleasant night my dear.” He raises the now full Goblet to his lips and sips.

He heard the door close and the emperor simply closed his eyes.. Her energy left the room. It was lonely. It actually *hurt* Frieza to feel her go.

"Consider this friendship squandered... i will take what i want... and what i wanted from the very beginning was you" He hissed under his breath. Continuing to watch the movie and enjoy the rest of his pizza. “I hope you have a lovely last night as Vegetas.. Because i will make you mine. Empress Carlie...you have no choice…” He muses eating a slice and licking his fingers clean.

His tail rests in the spot where she sat. “You never really did.”

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Authors note: Super sorry yall. lifes been batshit and i hope yall like this truly. Were coming up on the wrap up~

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dovechim · 5 years

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twist n’ dunk (m)

➾ werewolf jimin x reader

➾ 3.6k

➾ part of a series of drabbles for the dark side of the moon

➾ warnings: plenty of lactation, slight food play, oral (f), time skip, unprotected sex, lactation incorporated into intercourse, good old impregnation kink

➾ a/n: finally, this is my answer to how many pups they had :) that aside, im posting this to celebrate our golden boy’s birthday. happy birthday jimin, thank you for being a light in my life 🔆

“Why did you even invite them over if you were going to be so huffy about it?” You watch as your husband paces back and forth, nostrils flared and fists clenched in an attempt to control himself from mauling the two other male wolves currently sitting beside you on the couch.

Correction, sitting is far too vague of a description. More specifically, Jeongguk has his cheek on your rounded belly as his eyes remained focused on the television screen in front of him. Taehyung has one hand protectively on the other side of your belly as he tries his best to manage his game controller with the other. Meanwhile you are trashing both boys at Mario Kart.

Somehow you feel it’s because the normally competitive Jeongguk is far too distracted by the warmth of your belly to get upset about losing, and Taehyung is good naturedly letting you win. The only person who’s not having any fun whatsoever is Park Jimin.

Actually, the only reason why Jeongguk and Taehyung are here right now is because you made him invite them over, reason being that you need to spend some time with someone other than Jimin for a while. As much as you love your husband, sometimes pregnancy gets tiring and you just want an afternoon to have a break from him and his incessant worrying about his pups and just play mindless games.

So really, as jealous and fuming mad as Park Jimin is right now, your needs come first and he can’t object. He mutters that he needs the three of you out of his sight before he stalks to the kitchen and closes the door to try and make himself forget that you’re currently in close proximity of two very horny, very single male wolves.

Jeongguk’s nose twitches a little just as the round ends. He’s careful not to place too much pressure on you as he shifts his head to glance up at your breasts just above him. “Something smells sweet… are you lactating?”

At the mention of it, you look down and notice a wet patch on your shirt. Towards the late stage of your pregnancy, you began to leak every now and then, but it wouldn’t be very substantial. Just a few drops, but irritating enough to cause you to have to change your shirt.

“Oh pause, I need to get a new shirt,” you sigh as you put the controller down even though there’s no such thing as pausing in Mario Kart. Nevertheless, the two boys on the couch beside you drop their controllers obediently as well, not even taking advantage of this opportunity to win their first match.

“Jeongguk-ah, have you ever tried breast milk?” Taehyung says curiously as he glances at the wet patches on your chest. With their ultra-sensitive noses, you’re sure that they could probably smell the milk as well. It’ll only be a matter of time before Jimin realises what’s going on.

“Of course I haven’t,” the youngest looks as if he’s in a trance, he can’t stop himself from staring at your breasts. “When would I get the chance to? No one we know is pregnant except ______.”

You’re about to push both of them off just so you can get changed, but the fascination on their faces make you pause. Would it really be so bad if you sated their curiosity? After all, it’s not like either of them would get the opportunity to do so any time soon if not from you. It’s completely harmless.

And obviously you wouldn’t let them drink from the source; Jimin would throw a fit.

You reach under your loose shirt to pinch one nipple, feeling your finger wet with liquid before drawing it back out. Holding it in front of Jeongguk first, you glance nervously at the kitchen door.

“Just a little bit. Don’t tell Jimin.” You offer your finger to him, and the delighted youngest licks it gratefully, closing his eyes as he tries to get every single drop.

“It’s sweet, sweeter than normal milk,” his eyes open wide. “It’s thin but sweet.”

“Let me try please,” Taehyung begs from your other side, and you sigh, reaching back under your shirt to milk out a few more drops from your other nipple for him to taste. Likewise, he licks your finger gratefully.

“It’s like almond milk!” Taehyung exclaims as he glances longingly at your breasts, as if he wants more.

“Alright, that’s enough to sate your curiosity right?” You grumble as you start to push the both of them off. But then, you feel your breasts leak a little more onto your shirt, causing the wet patch to grow substantially. Usually you just let your breasts produce whatever they have and then change your shirt. But pinching and milking them this time must have stimulated a larger flow than normal.

You can feel both wolves’ rapt attention on your chest.

“Just a bit more, you’re leaking so much,” Jeongguk says with a small whine in his voice. “It’s such a shame to waste it.”

“What? I can’t let you do that, you know Jimin would rip your balls off if I let you do that,” you try to talk some sense into the youngest wolf, but all he can see is the wet patch on your chest.

Taehyung sighs and gives you his best puppy dog eyes. “He’s right. It’s all going to waste…”

Suddenly Jeongguk sits up with bright eyes. “I have an idea! Wait here please!”

His begging is so earnest that you sigh, watching him spring off from his seat and run into the kitchen. You hear Jimin’s voice as Jeongguk rummages for something in the kitchen, and then he’s back a second later with… a packet of oreos.

All you can do is stare at the youngest wolf in confusion as he rips the packet open, takes out an oreo and positions it in front of your chest.

“Noona, please. Just squirt some on my oreo.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that, I love milk and oreos,” Taehyung gasps as he reaches for a oreo and holds it in front of your other breast. “I’ll take this side, so you can do us both at the same time!”

“I’m not aiming my tits at an oreo!” You exclaim in indignation. “I’m not a cow!”

“What are you doing?” Jimin appears from the kitchen, eyeing the three of you suspiciously as if he expected something else to be happening. But upon seeing this very strange sight of Jeongguk and Taehyung holding two oreos in front of your chest, the alpha wolf is visibly confused.

“We’re out of milk in the house, and we wanted some oreos,” Jeongguk says innocently. “Noona offered to help us out.”

Jimin’s gaze hardens as he turns to you. “You did?”

Your jaw drops at how easily Jeongguk just threw you under the bus just to stay in his alpha’s good books. But you’re thankful that when Jimin’s alpha side is angered, his more rational brain is hindered so he’s still trying to figure out the meaning of “help us out”. It takes him a while to arrive at the right conclusion.

“How would you even do that? You don’t mean…” his eyes finally drop to the front of your soaked shirt, and then he realises. “Are you… are you lactating?”

His eyes seem to grow a few shades darker as he takes in this new piece of knowledge. The two younger wolves visibly cower before Jimin.

“It-it was just so sweet and I thought it’d go well with oreos…” Jeongguk’s small voice pleads for leniency, but Taehyung elbows him hard in the ribs to shut up and stop making things worse.

“You tasted her already?” Jimin questions, his eyes shifting to Jeongguk and a low growl starting up in his chest.

“N-not straight from me obviously,” you laugh nervously as Jimin’s expression grows darker and darker. “I just collected some on my finger and…”

“Get out. Both of you.” Jimin’s tone brooks no arguments, and neither do the two wolves protest.

They nearly trip over each other in their haste to get to the door, and meanwhile you peel your sticky and wet shirt away from you in discomfort. Under his watchful gaze, you don’t dare to say a single word as you wait for your alpha to punish you as he deems fit.

“You let them taste you before me?” His tone of disbelief only adds to the undercurrent of fear that shoots down your spine. You should have realised this was a bad idea right from the beginning when Jimin was shooting you jealous looks.

“You never let me taste you before,” his anger dwindles down into a pitiful whine, and your heart softens.

“I’m sorry baby- I just…” You struggle to find the words that would appease both the human and alpha side of him.

But Jimin has long ago decided what he wants, and he kneels down in between your legs. “Since they tasted something of mine, I want to have something they’ll never have a chance to taste.”

His hands are on your thighs, gently spreading them apart as he pulls down your shorts and underwear in one swift motion. The scent of you immediately makes him salivate, though you’re not quite that wet yet. He starts by kissing your inner thighs, and the way he looks up at you over your rounded belly, eyes filled with hunger and need, is enough to make your breasts ache for his touch too.

You can feel your nipples leak a little more liquid, and you whine to draw his attention to them. You desperately want to feel his hands on your breasts, let him clean you up with his tongue.

“Nowyou want me?” Jimin watches as you desperately cup your own breasts as if to offer them to him. “Why should I get sloppy seconds? Why not get Jeongguk and Taehyung to suck on those for you?”

“No! Only want you,” you gasp as you pull your shirt up to expose your leaking nipples to him. The sight of you, round and full with his pups and leaking milk profusely, desperately whining his name is exactly the ego boost Jimin needs.

Without you realising, your thighs are now slick with arousal. Jimin pretends to ignore the agony you’re in and licks at your inner thighs instead, making his way toward your clit as he feasts on your pussy the way he likes it- messy, noisy till your arousal coats his chin. He spares you no mercy as he laves your clit with flat licks, two fingers gently spreading your lips and penetrating you shallowly.

You’re so close to your orgasm that you can feel it, but it’s not enough. You need to feel his mouth on your nipples, sucking the milk meant for his pups.

Thighs twitching and cheeks flushed, you reach down to grasp one of his hands desperately, needing to feel your alpha’s touch on you. Your breaths are coming in sobs in your chest; you feel like an absolute wreck. Breast leaking milk down over your rounded belly, thighs shaking and pussy clenching around nothing.

“Jimin, please!” You cry out, squeezing his hand hard, and that makes up pause in licking your clit and glance up with questioning look on his face.

“Please what?” He prompts, continuing to rub your clit. You know you won’t be able to cum like this, not unless you feel his mouth on your breasts.

“Suck me. Want you to taste the milk meant for your pups,” you admit in a small voice, utterly ashamed for having reached such levels of desperation.

Finally satisfied, Jimin smirks in victory as he rises to his feet, bending over so that his mouth reaches your breasts but keeping two fingers buried inside your cunt. His palm is snug against your clit as he keeps it still, and when he takes one nipple into his mouth, your walls clench around him in response. A few light suckles from him is all it takes to trigger your orgasm, and Jimin only moves his hand very minimally to help you ride it out.

“Dirty girl. All it took was a few sucks and you came all over my fingers,” Jimin is still licking his lips as he squeezes your other nipple, watching droplets of milk dribble out. “You’ll feed our pups so well.”

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“Oh fuck,” you exhale as you rummage around your bag for the one essential item you can’t do without these days. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

“What happened?” Jimin turns to you in alarm. “The pups are ok. We left them at my parent’s house for the weekend, remember?”

You turn and glare at him in annoyance. Does he think you’re an idiot? “It’s not about the pups.”

“Then what?”

“I forgot my breast pump, I must have left it there,” you sigh as you check your bag again to make sure it’s really not there. “I only have one, and it’s such a long drive back…”

“I’ll just ask them to bring it over in the morning,” Jimin says as he opens the door to let the both of you in. “It’s too late now for them to drive here…”

“I know, but Jimin…” your voice trails off in a whine, and your alpha turns to look at you with concern etched all over his face. You tell yourself that he can’t possibly understand what it’s like, and it’s natural that he would be this clueless. “I’m so full, I need to pump now. I can’t wait till tomorrow.”

“Oh.” He registers your situation, and his eyes begin to dart around in a panic. “Oh my god. I um… I don’t know anyone else who might have a breast pump. Do we have a spare at home? Should I run out and get one? But all the stores are already closed and-“

By now the tightness in your breasts almost makes it feel as if they’re going to burst if you don’t pump right this second. Maybe it’s because they’re half wolf, but breastfeeding four of Jimin’s brats has ensured that your supply is higher than the normal human female. Your breasts are constantly full and leaking, and you rely on your trusty pump at least four times a day.

Your bra feels unbearably tight, so you reach to undo it, and the material is already soaked with milk. Jimin’s eyes zero in on your nipples against your shirt immediately like the horndog he is, and you can almost see him start to salivate.

Letting him taste your milk while the pups weren’t out yet was one thing, but now that his four little bastards demand every single drop you can produce, you don’t have enough to spare to fulfil his fantasies. Besides, once Jimin gets a taste of your milk, he tends to become insatiable. But now, seeing as the pups are safely at your parent’s house with enough milk to last them the weekend…

“Get over here,” you demand as you sit down on the bed, taking off your top in one smooth motion. Your breasts are heavy and warm, and dying for some relief from the pressure. Jimin looks as if it’s his lucky day as he makes a beeline for the spot beside you, his hands cupping your breasts and massaging them.

You direct his mouth onto your left nipple, already imagining the sweet relief as his lips close around them. He sucks earnestly, and as milk floods his mouth, you sigh in pleasure, the soothing rhythm of feeding along with the feeling of his wet tongue swirling around your nipple is all you’ve been waiting for.

Jimin has your full breast in his hand as he sucks greedily from you, once his mouth is full from the first few sucks, he glances up at you as if asking what you want him to do with the milk. He knows you usually store your extra milk for the pups, but…

You make eye contact with him, lips still wrapped around your nipple and cheeks rounded with your milk. Then you take pleasure in telling him something you’ve always wanted to say.

“Swallow it all.” You say, and Jimin obeys, and inwardly you do a dance of victory. How the tables have turned. All those times you gave him blowjobs and he put his thumb on your chin and asked you to swallow. Granted, you still think he got the better deal seeing as your milk tastes way better than his cum.

After a while, Jimin starts to develop a slight cramp in his neck, so he makes you lie down so he can position himself comfortably on his side, propped up by his arm as he continues to work at your breast. This act of feeding from you, the mother of his pups, has him feeling strangely vulnerable. Even though he’s no stranger to incorporating lactation into your bedroom play, something about today is different.

In fact, all these thoughts in his mind is making him hard, and involuntarily he grinds himself against your thigh.

You glance down to see the outline of his cock against his grey sweatpants, and with one arm wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him securely suckling on your breast, you reach down with the other to push down his pants and close your hand around his cock.

He mumbles a soft ‘fuck’ against your breast as you start to jerk him off, focusing your attention on his swollen head. The whole act is sinful- you feeding him milk meant for his pups while you jerk him off- but you can’t say it’s the most depraved thing you’ve ever done with Park Jimin.

Jimin detaches his lips once the flow of milk slows to a stop, and switches to the other breast. Your hand on his cock is getting him to his end far too quickly; it’s been ages since he last blew his load. The both of you have been so busy with all the pups that it was hard to get in some alone time.

“Can I ride you?” Your request comes out of nowhere, and it’s only then that Jimin notices that you’ve been rubbing your thighs together for quite some time.

“Fuck, get on my cock now,” he sits up and helps you push your skirt up, tearing your panties as you stroke his cock a few more times just to tease. “Slowly, we haven’t done this in a while.”

His warning makes you inch yourself cautiously onto his cock, feeling the stretch and burn. It’s the first time you’re feeling him inside you in a while, but your body remembers it and adjusts as you sink to his base. Jimin throws his head back and groans, hands tight around your waist as he clenches his thigh muscles in an effort not to cum.

“So fucking tight, even after you gave birth to all my pups,” he regains his composure to see how well your pussy takes his cock. “Should I keep you pregnant constantly? Hmmm? I think a round belly and tits leaking with milk is a good look on you.”

Your walls clench hard around him at the thought of it as you start to ride his cock slowly. The mention of milk has you pushing your other breast towards him, and Jimin gladly takes it into his mouth and starts to suckle once more. His hands help you to bounce gently on his cock as he continues to feed from your leaking breasts.

The harsh sucks from him are sending you closer and closer to your orgasm, but you can’t cum until he drains your breast. So Jimin works even harder to get every drop from you as he fucks into your cunt, wanting and needing you to cum first before he can seek his own pleasure.

He brings one hand up to pinch your nipple, causing a stream of milk to squirt onto his tongue as he gladly laps it all up. He continues the pressure on your breast as he milks you. “Look at you, riding my cock while I suck on your breasts. Look how fucking dirty you are. I bet you love it hmm? Love being the mother of my pups. Be a good girl and cum on my cock now so I can fill you up with even more babies.”

Jimin keeps sucking at your nipple as he reaches down to rub your clit, and that’s all it takes for you to come undone around him, his name on your lips as you walls squeeze tight around him. The warmth of your pussy contracting around him pushes Jimin over the edge as well as he spills his cum inside you. You collapse onto his chest as Jimin wraps his arms around you, still thrusting in and out to prolong his orgasm and motivated by habit to fuck his cum as deep as it can go inside you.

“How am I gonna feed your brats without thinking about just now?” You whine against his shoulder even as you feel his cock slowly slip out of you, and his thick cum starts to leak out.

“How am I gonna watch you feed them without wanting to fuck you?” Jimin muses back, his cock twitching at the thought. “You just look so fucking hot like that. They’re so lucky they get to suck on your breasts every day.”

He says this last sentence with a slight pout as he strokes through your hair.

But the feeling of his cum on your thigh makes you realise that you could easily get pregnant again this soon. “Shit, we didn’t use a condom! I’m not ready for more yet!!!”

“I’m so lucky to have you. You gave me such beautiful pups,” Jimin sighs happily, feeling as thought he is the luckiest man alive and oblivious to your annoyance as he grins like an idiot to himself. “I can’t wait for us to have more.”

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kaunis-sielu · 4 years

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Teacher, Teacher: 11

“Aw shit.” He groans, “Sorry, I’m sorry! I thought I turned off the ringer.” He grabs the phone and you roll off of the cushions and follow Minnie to the door. You can hear him talking on the phone as you follow Minnie out into his backyard. You watch as she trots around, goes potty then heads for the lake at the edge of his property.

“Oh heck no! Minnie! Don’t even think it sister! Get back here!” She stops but doesn’t come back, just stares out at the water then back at you as if she’s weighing her options. “No,” you say firmly, “come.” She meanders over to you acting like that was her plan all along and you roll your eyes fondly at her. The backyard is a disaster. Branches are down, sticks are everywhere and so are leaves. There are even a couple shingles from somewhere.

“Geeze.” Steve grumbles from the door, “so that was the police.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Couple of trees down over the roads. We’re not going anywhere.”

“Shit. I don’t have any food for her.” You say and Steve glances down at Minnie.

“My neighbors have a big dog, I could see if they could borrow us some food.”

“Do you think they would?”

“Phil’s a good guy, Melinda is a bit intimidating but I’d be surprised if they said no. Come on.” He says holding out his hand to you.

“Minnie. Inside.” She goes into the house and Steve shuts the door before you take his hand and follow him to the neighbor’s house. He knocks on the side door and a few moments later it swings open. Revealing a balding, middle aged man with bright blue eyes and a kind smile.

“Steve! How are you? Make it through the storm okay?”

“Hey Phil, we did. This is my, girlfriend Sunny, she got stuck here last night with her dog and the roads off The Hill are all blocked up. Could we borrow some food from you guys? I’ll pay you for it if you’d like.”

“I was wondering who that pretty dog belonged to. What is she?” He asks you with a kind smile.

“She’s a Lab mix.”

“With a pit?” You usually try to leave this part out. You don’t want anyone judging your girl because of the stigma that Pitts have.

“Yea, she’s just the sweetest girl.”

“Seems to listen better than our Skye does.” He says with a laugh, “come on in.” Steve ushers you in with a soft hand on your back. Their home is as light and airy as Steve’s is. A bit smaller but the windows that grace the wall from floor to ceiling make the space seem bigger. “Hey May? Steve is here, needed to borrow some dog food.” A pretty Asian woman rounds the corner of what looks like a home office and gives you and Steve a small smile.

“Hi, I’m Sunny, it’s my dog.”

“Get trapped up here?” She asks and you nod, “we just got the call from the police department. Hopefully they’ll have it clear by tomorrow.”

“How did the school manage?” Phil asks coming back into the room with an Irish setter at his heels staring longingly up at the dog food in the bag in his hands.

“Power is out and a tree went through the front.” Steve tells them as you crouch down and hold out a hand palm down to the dog, Skye.

“How long are you out?”

“Until Monday. Hopefully they get the power back on here before tonight.”

“They’re usually pretty quick to get things running up here.” Melinda says.

“Yea, it helps having the Mayor, police chief and district attorney all living up here.” You chime in as you pet Skye. Phil laughs softly,

“You’re not wrong.” He agrees, “let us know if you need anything else.” You stand and give them both grateful smiles.

“Thank you so much.” You say as Steve once again ushers you through the door and back to his place. Minnie is suspicious when you come back smelling like another dog but when she notices the baggie of food her suspicions turn quickly to joy. She bounces around you causing both you and Steve to laugh.

“Do you have some Tupperware I can put this in?”

“Yea here.” He crosses the kitchen and pulls a bowl out of the cupboard by the sink then slides it across the counter for you. “So, for us, I was thinking we cook either on the grill or over the fire.”

“I’d say grill, the fire is going to take longer.”

“I’ve got eggs?”

“Is it a good idea to be opening the fridge? I mean, you’re going to let all the cool air out.”

“We don’t really have anything else that isn’t in the fridge or the freezer.” Steve tells you before yanking open the fridge and grabbing eggs, cheese and milk then he shuts the doors quickly.

“I think you did it. Convinced all that cold air to stay put.” You tease and he scowls over at you for a second before a grin breaks out on his face.

“Smart ass.” He grumbles before heading for the backyard again. “Can you grab the green skillet from under the island?”

“Yea.” You agree as the doorbell chimes, “want me to get that?”

“If you don’t mind.” You head over to the door Minnie barking at the door.

“Hey. You, knock it off.” You tell her as she continues to bark. “Minnie, enough.” Her tail wags wildly while she lets out a few more half-hearted woofs. “Sit,” you tell her as you pull open the door and find a very surprised Bucky Barnes standing on the other side.

“Sunny? What are you doing here?”

“Buck. Hey. I came to check on Steve last night remember? We got stuck when the storm hit. What are you doing here?”

“Came to check on Steve. Loud noises.”

“Oh, right. He’s out back cooking breakfast on the grill.”

“Cool thanks.” Bucky cuts through the house and you grab your keys from your purse before heading out to your car. You’re pretty sure that you’ve got a charge stick in the arm rest, you’d love to be able to use your phone to distract yourself from Steve, and the suspicious looks you’re getting from Bucky. You find the hot pick charger quickly and keep your fingers crossed that you’ve actually kept it charged. When you get back in the house you’re surprised that you can hear Steve and Bucky talking, until you see that Bucky only closed the screen door.

“What are you doing man? If you’re leading her on as a part of this whole let’s pretend we’re a couple so the parents don’t hit on us thing I’m actually going to kick your ass.”

“Wow, good to know you think so highly of me.” Steve deadpans, “I know I’m a mess and she’s, she’s sweet and kind.” He runs a hand through his hair as your heart breaks for him.

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queenmendes · 5 years

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things are changing | pt 1

shawn x reader x connor

Summary: you are Shawn’s best friend and on tour with him but how will things change after he starts dating Camilla? Lucky for you, a certain videographer is your shoulder to lean on.

Word Count: 1800ish

A/N: wow, so a lot of you enjoyed the sneak peek I posted! Thank you all for the love on it and I hope you enjoy the first part of this! Let me know what you think! I was going to write so much more but decided to do a small little series instead Xxxx p.s I think I spelled her name wrong but i don’t really give a fuc ✌🏼

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“Sorry, maybe next time.”

“I’m with Camilla.”

“Actually, I have plans with Camilla later.”

Those were a few of the many excuses you have heard since you rejoined Shawn on tour. Shawn has been your best friends since birth practically. Your parents were close so naturally, you two became friends early in life. Since the beginning of his singing career, you have been there. Flying out to see him as much as possible to waking up at 2 am to help him through his anxiety, to even enduring many late nights in the studios, despite having no musical talent, because he wanted your opinion. Shawn was your shoulder to cry on; the one you had movie marathons with every time he came home. The one that helped you study for exams, despite not knowing what any of it meant. Shawn was one of your people. It’s always been him, you and Brain.

But things have changed since you came back on tour. His constantly hectic schedule wasn’t the problem. Shawn was caught up in his new relationship and was leaving you behind. You weren’t necessarily jealous or envious, but it hurt that he didn’t seem try and find time for you, his best friend. It hurt even worse that he didn’t realize how much this was affecting you. Someone else did though. Since Shawn was constantly busy, Connor has taken it upon himself to fill the gap.

“I don’t know how you do this every day.” You said, leaning your head against his shoulder as you helped him edit the new footage from the past previous shows. Well you say help, but really you just made comments on everything he did to mess with him. His video was amazing; he truly was talents with a camera. Currently, you two in his hotel room in Miami before the show.

“Trust me, this is the worst part.” Connor said, eyes glazed over from staring at the computer screen for too long. His stunning blue eyes still bright as ever though. You stood up and flopped down on the bed, that was next to the desk Connor was working at. “Hey, hey. We don’t rest until we finish.” Connor stood by the bed now.

“But, I’m sleepy. And technically, this isn’t my job, so there is no ‘we’. ” You tease. Connor raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, is that so?” Before you could say anything else, his fingers attacked your sides, sending you into a fit of loud laughter. Despite your attempts, he did not stop tickling you. The only thing that saved you was the knock on the door that echo throughout the room. “You got lucky.” He smiles before walking over to answer; you took the chance to wipe the tears from your eyes and catch you breathe. The smile bright and big on your lips, however.

“Hey man. It’s time to go to the arena.” Brian said at the door. Connor nodded and the two walked further into the room. “What did I just walk into?” Brian smirked at your currently place on the bed. Your hair and clothes were disheveled from trying to get out of Connor’s attack.

“Shut up.” You pushed the red head playfully as you stood up, straighten out your clothes and smooth your hair. “He decided to attack me.” Connor gasped in horror.

“I would never do such a thing.” His hand on his chest, a fake insulted expression on his face. Brian rolled his eyes at the banter between you two but smiled. It was good to see you laughing again; he knew how much it affected you that Shawn wasn’t hangout with you.

“Hey, no one has seen Y/N in hours. Do you guys know where she is?” Shawn frantically walked into the room. The singer paused, sighing in relief at the sight of you. “Thank god. Where have you been?”

“With Connor. I was helping him edit his footage.” You said, and the playful mood changed into something more serious when you saw the way Shawn eyed Connor.

“Oh please, all you did was eat my candy and question my decisions.” Connor teased you. You stuck your tongue out at him, like the child you are. Shawn just stiffly stood there.

“Well, we need to leave to the arena.” Shawn said after a moment of just staring. You awkwardly nodded, grabbing your bag from the chair as Connor got what he needed. Brian silently watching the exchange, as Shawn left without another word.

“Hey, don’t think too much about it.” Brian whispered to you, as the three of you followed the tall, curly head. Your expression reminded him of a kicked puppy as you stared after your best friend. Nodding and placing a smile on your face, Brian wrapped his arm around your shoulder as walked to the elevator where some of the team was waiting.

Connor winking at you when you made eye contact, causing you to make a goofy face back. The two of you laugh lightly as the elevator doors opened; neither noticing the Shawn’s envious eyes watching.

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The next day was a free day in Miami. A bunch of the team decided they wanted to spend the day at the beach, and you were completely fine with a relaxation day. A knock sounded throughout the hotel room you were in.

“Open up, open up.” Brian repeatedly banged on the door. You rolled your eyes at his impatience’s but still let him in. “Finally. Come on, I am starving. I’m withering away as we speak.” Brian dramatics were amusing.

“I only wish to be as dramatic as you one day.” You mocked but grabbed the bag on the chair and walked out the door with him following.

“Not possible. I’ve been perfecting it all my life.” Brian played along as you stopped by Shawn’s room, to see if he wanted to eat with you. You knocked on the door, much more gently than Brian did previous. It only took a few seconds before the door swung open, and there stood the tall rockstar. He smiled at you, which you returned.

“We’re getting food before we head out with everyone else. Wanna come with?” You asked cheerfully. Shawn didn’t answer, staring at you instead; the happy, bright look in your eyes made you glow, and look absolutely stunning. “Shawn?” You asked, knocking him out of his trance.

“Uh, sorry, what?” Shawn asked, glaring at Brian, who gave him a knowing look.

“Do you want to go eat with us?” You asked again, your tone hopeful. Shawn gave a small, regretful smile.

“Oh, I’m actually going to eat with Camilla.” Shawn confessed, his heart hurting at the look of disappointment on your face. You tried your best to conceal it though, but he knew you too well. You just nodded.

“Next time, man.” Brian said. “We’ll see you at the beach.” The red head led you down the hall, where Connor was just coming out of his room. Shawn watched longingly as your face brighten when the LA native hugged you. An unfamiliar feeling filled his body at the thought of someone else making you smile like that; someone that wasn’t him.

“Hey, actually, I can raincheck with Camilla.” Shawn said, rushing down the hall to joining the small group. He already knew this was going to piss Camilla off, but he didn’t care once he saw how your eyes gleamed of happiness at him joining.

“Are you sure?” You politely asked, not wanting to make him feel obligated. Shawn had never been surer of anything.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Shawn smiled a million-dollar smile, before grabbing your hand and leading you into the elevator. Shawn and Connor made eye contact; the normal,friendly banter between them was gone. May the best man win.

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hayjeon · 4 years

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Wildest Dreams (preview) ft. ???

I said no one has to know what we do His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever But this is getting good now He's so tall, and handsome as hell He's so bad but he does it so well And when we've had our very last kiss But my last request is

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams

→ actor!member & actress!reader au, inspired by the lyrics and music video of Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams → coming soon

note: i actually haven’t decided yet who the member is going to be, so if you liked this, please send in suggestions of which bts member you think would be able to play this role really well!

im not a huge fan of ts but i absolutely loved this beautiful music video and the angsty plot behind it, and the song itself is an amazing one that i heard on the radio recently, so i decided to finally write this au! hope you like it :)

my best wishes to everyone who’s being affected by the outbreak right now, this (and my other upcoing fics) is my gift to everyone who’s been supporting me so far. this is mainly for my followers (hence the vague tags), but feel free to share!

“Y/N, I love you,” he murmurs, pulling you close by the waist.

“I do, too,” you murmur, smiling slightly as you turn your head up as he presses his lips to yours. It’s searing, desperate, and perfect. Your hand comes up to grip his neck as he holds your waist close against him. He parts your lips with his tongue, his lower lip coming in between yours as you sigh against him, lashes fluttering as he turns his head to get a deeper angle into the kiss, groaning in to it as he clutches you so tight that you can literally feel his entire torso pressed up against you, and you can bet that he feels your heart beating, even.

The sun shines on you both warmly, lighting up the desert land with a bright light that does nothing to dim the light of the man in front of you.

One of the hands on your waist comes up to cup your jaw as he continues to swipe and twirl his tongue against yours, mouthing at your lips with a passion that ignites a heat deep within you that’s been stirring ever since the moment you both met. Your hands go to his hair, twisting in the strands as you clutch him tighter and feel the hardness of his chest pressed up against your own soft breasts, and then--

“Cut!”

Your eyes flutter open as he detaches from you. You clear your throat as you unwrap your arms from his neck and take a step back, and his hands fall from your waist as well.

The director claps his hands excitedly. “Holy crap, you two! That was perfect, this first kiss scene is going to cause some good talk! That was an amazing cut! Alright, let’s try that again.”

You smile as the both of you shyly step away from each other. The both of you thank him and the crew as he calls for a break. Your assistants lead you away to a mirror, where your makeup artists immediately begins using a small lip brush to touch up the red lipstick on yours.

“Wow,” Sana muses, dabbing it lightly, “He didn’t even smear it a little bit. He’s such an amazing kisser. I can tell, it was so dreamy from here, I wonder how it’ll look on screen.”

You laugh a little at that.

Her eyes sparkle as she smiles at you. “Y/N! How was it?! Was it everything you ever dreamed of?”

You blush a little, swatting her away shyly. “Sana! That’s unprofessional!”

“Yeah, leave her alone,” Chaeyoung laughs as she fluffs up your hair and uses a bit more hairspray to tame a few flyaways. “He’s so tall, and handsome as hell, though. Y/N, I wouldn’t be mad if you got a piece of him, even if it means none for me.”

“Chaeyoung!” You shriek, laughing as her and Sana burst into giggles at that. The both of them gaze longingly towards where he sits with his team, reviewing his lines in his books as a hairstylist fixes the strands of hair you’d messed up during the kiss scene. His riding boot is propped up on a wooden crate next to him, and the white shirt he’s wearing flutters with the dry gust of wind in the desert your scene is being shot in. A piece of hair falls perfectly onto his forehead, and he squints a little as he tries to decipher the words in the bright sun. It looks like a scene from a magazine.

Sana sighs, “Wouldn’t it be so lovely to have someone like him?”

The smile fades from your mouth and Sana’s and Chaeyoung’s giggles fade to the background as you watch him.

It would be.

But only in your wildest dreams.

#fics #bts fics #preview #wildest dreams

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shierak-inavva · 4 years

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omg happy birthday!!! 🎉🎂🎁🎈 for the request, could you just do any like,, short modern au oneshot for obidala or reylo? im not picky lmao

awww thanks so much!! 💛💛💛��

i have some reylo stuff coming up for you guys and i got a cute idea from someone on twitter, so here’s this little obidala meet-cute ( and wah i’m on mobile so forgive me for no readmore tumblr hates us mobile users 😭💦 )

“you know, there’s someone else who gets this exact same order,” flora remarks as she hands him his drink, leant over the counter slightly. his regular barista in the mornings that always knows his order—today she’s grinning in her green apron and her flower earrings, holding out his usual summer morning order: grande iced london fog tea latte with an extra tea bag and one packet of brown sugar.

obi-wan blinks, glancing from the latte back to flora.

“the exact same?” from behind her, at the espresso machine, vera nods.

“yep. right down to the packet of brown sugar—do you know her?” she glances up under a raised brow. “i figured you HAD to, since literally no one else i’ve ever had has ordered this particular beverage.” flora laughs, nodding.

“i mean she’s right—do you know her? comes in most mornings around 7am, like yea high, somehow single, brown hair, nice smile, cute beauty mark—“ vera snorts as flora trails off some and obi-wan racks his brain.

“did you get her name?”

“she always says to just write ‘ami’. like...real secretive, i’m into it.” obi-wan chuckles at this and nods, taking a sip of his drink.

“well...maybe i’ll catch her next time.”

•

three days later he’s back, a little after 7am. he’s forgotten all about the mystery tea woman until on his way into the morning line, he hears his name and sees flora behind the counter gesturing hurriedly—but he turns too late and only catches sight of long curling hair and a floral sundress as they walk out the door.

flora and vera both groan and facepalm behind the counter before turning back to finish their orders.

•

this happens on two more occasions. flora mentions the third time that she asked the woman about him, but vera chimes in that no, ‘ami’ didn’t know a ‘probably in his thirties blond dude with a beard and pretty eyes, always wears button downs, somehow still inexplicably single’, but that she said she’d like to if he likes the same tea—and flora shrugs.

“god this is some real ships in the night stuff,” she sighs dreamily, and obi-wan just laughs, even if he’s gone a bit pink.

•

it’s a morning that he’s not in the best of moods and running a little late due to the downpour outside that he pops back in for his usual; but flora and vera aren’t there. luckily he knows jack, who waves and gives him a thumbs up, which obi-wan assumes means he’s got his order coming along.

when he gets to the counter, he pays, and jack’s partner (who obi-wan only knows by face, really) rushes up with a few orders, and doesn’t use names:

“venti iced dirty chai, grande pink drink, tall sweet cream cold brew extra ice, and a grande iced london fog tea latte with an extra tea bag and brown sugar!”

so of course he turns to take his cup, except there’s a small, slender, and perfectly manicured hand that brushes his on the cool plastic.

obi-wan pauses.

the hand, it turns out, belongs to a woman who has to be his ‘tea twin’ as the girls have been calling her—she’s a good head shorter than him, slim and pretty with honey brown eyes and deep brown hair, and he has to admit flora’s right, the beauty mark is cute. another floral outfit today: pink and white flowers on a loose, thin blouse, and a pair of yellow dress pants. she looks like she works in an office.

“i’m sorry i think this is mine,” she says, but she’s looking him up and down in a curious way that makes his face go a little pink.

“no, i’m sorry—i shouldn’t have assumed—“ he shakes his head and she tilts hers just slightly, taking the drink and finally nodding.

“it’s all right, no harm.”

and just like that she walks away, but he doesn’t see her glance back before she’s out the door and into the rain.

•

it’s sunny next time. flora nearly vaults over the counter when she sees him, later in the morning than usual.

“YOU’RE JOKING, THE ONE TIME YOU TWO MEET AND WE WEREN’T EVEN HERE—“ she paddles the counter with her hands eagerly, “i need details,” she says while tapping his order into the computer, “are you in love already, what was she wearing, did she just fall into your arms—“

“ah—“ obi-wan coughs a bit, rubbing his chin, “no, i’m afraid there wasn’t anything like that...”

“jack said you almost took her drink and you two ‘stared longingly for like 30 seconds in front of a lobby full of people like we were in a datenight netflix movie’ but that she left,” vera raises an eyebrow as she slides his drink across the counter, “soooo during all of that did you get her name, or what?” obi-wan clears his throat and takes a deep breath, taking his drink.

“i did not.”

•

it’s raining again.

he’s supposed to have the day off but he’s decided to finish up a little extra work on his personal laptop—which he’s got settled in front of him at a table next to the front windows, along with a blueberry scone and his usual iced tea latte.

starbucks is surprisingly empty, which is fine with him, but that just makes it all the more noticeable when She walks in.

damp curls and a lavender umbrella that she shakes out carefully, and behind the counter flora makes a strangled sort of noise that makes obi-wan look away instinctively.

the woman orders.

he sits at his little table and tries to focus on his laptop screen, internally debating over whether or not he should say something. there’s next to no one else in the dining room and the other three people have headphones on anyways.

he can also see vera trying to get his attention already.

her drink’s almost ready and he’s still fighting himself on ‘is it too weird to walk up to her and say something or not’, and he barely hears them call ‘ami’—and he realizes he’s probably too late in deciding to go for it and hurriedly jolts up out of his seat—only for her to be standing next to his little window table, with her drink in hand and a croissant on a plate.

she smiles, and he swallows, completely blind to the two baristas excitedly leaning over the counter together to watch.

“hi,” she greets pleasantly, and he feels a little frozen just standing there but she continues, “i’m off today, and flora behind the counter has been making a very compelling case that you might be my soulmate based on our drink preferences,” her eyes crinkle and there’s laughter in her voice, but it’s sweet rather than derisive. “i didn’t get to really say much last time, i was running late. but if you have a minute today i thought i would at least meet you properly.” he feels a little stunned by all of this, but finally just smiles, chuckling and nodding.

“flora makes a convincing matchmaker,” he agrees, and gestures to the empty chair. “if you’d like to sit down—i’ve got the day off myself.” she glances at his laptop and then phone, and then back at him.

“i’m not bothering you am i?”

“not at all.” he shuts the laptop and stows it in his bag beside the table before facing her again. she’s set her croissant down and she’s smiling and he takes a little breath and smiles back. “i’m not sure our matchmaker has already told you, but i’m obi-wan kenobi.” he offers a hand, and she takes it, looking very intrigued.

“absolutely not the name i was expecting,” she replies, her smile widening, “i like it. my name is padmé amidala.”

#obidala #padme x obi wan #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #oneshot #replies #text replies #the prompt someone suggested on twitter was SLIGHTLY different but i liked the idea #it also launched a very amusing discussion about starbucks orders between my roommate and i #i have another modern au thing i might take a crack at at some point but hmmm #i was so close to just calling him ben again shdkdhskdk welp #imagine giving the barista that name SIGH

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valleyofearthsbeginning · 4 years

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The Only Home She Knew: Ch. 1 Almost Mrs. Merlotte

Delia Reynolds has been missing for 10 years. Now she finds herself coming back home a little different but the only thing that has stayed the same is the town of Bon Temps and her love for Sam Merlotte. Does Sam still love her after all these years? Can he forgive her?

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It was like nothing had changed, in ten years nothing had changed. Bon Temps was just as bland and dull as it was when she left it. The wind stirred against the willows, bringing up the smell of rancid swamp water and whatever animal was dying close by. It burned her nostrils given that her sense of smell was in overdrive. She was close to a restaurant of some kind; the odor of meat grilling was at least a mile away. It was dark, the kind of dark that seemed to never end in the south.

It was the kind of dark that could send chills down your spine, whether you were human or not. The only glimpse of light was the little flickers from the fireflies buzzing around, the aura of the restaurant ahead, and the moon. She decided to run ahead.

‘ Merlotte’s ’, she read. Her face lit up brighter than the moon above her. She knew once she opened those doors, she was home.

She stood there amazed at everyone and everything. The people of Bon Temps were laughing and drinking themselves to death, like she never left. She scanned the room, until she recognized a loud mouth and a head full of bright crimson hair. Arlene. She made eye contact with Arlene and suddenly, the pitcher Arlene was holding crashed down to the floor.

Arlene just stood there, not moving a single muscle, like she was frozen in time. ‘Ho-ly shit’, were the only words that managed to escape her lips. Soon the whole room went silent. Another voice emerged from the back.

‘Arlene, you can’t keep droppin’ the-‘. She took a step back. It was like going back in time, he still looked exactly the same.

His hair was exactly the same, maybe a little longer and definitely a little grayer. Damn, that man knew how to wear a pair of jeans! Everything fit perfectly. She met him in the eyes and instantly she felt drawn to him like she never left. Just like the last ten years never happened. She could see the look of anger, disbelief, and hurt all in one glance. But she always got weak in the knees for Sam Merlotte .

‘Delia?’ He sputtered.

She found herself gushing with excitement. She walked towards him, arms open. She wrapped around him tight him, breathing in his scent. Even though everything was so strong to her this was so different. It was comfortable. It was home.

‘Sam’, she whispered longingly into his ear.

‘ How did you- where did you-‘ He responded the way she expected him to, the way she expected anyone to respond but the thing was that she knew Sam. She knew what made him happy, what made him tick and she would never forget.

‘Is there somewhere we can talk?’ she asked him. He nodded.

Nothing was said as she followed Sam towards his office, they walked in silence. The crowd was still quiet but, she could hear the gossiping whispers. As she passed the kitchen, she saw an uncooked hamburger being slapped on the grill. It only reminded her that she hadn’t eaten in about three weeks; the ringing in her ears began. She was used to not eating for long periods of time. It was how she learned to curb her hunger for human flesh. At first she fed on squirrels and other animals, but they had a gamey taste she really didn’t care for. Once True Blood came along she found the transition a lot easier.

She entered his office and he closed the door behind him. She started to feel faint, soon enough she was starting to look at the ceiling.. ‘Whoa, hey!’ Sam caught her just in time before she hit the floor. The nosebleeds began. This always happened when she didn’t feed well, not only her but, every vampire got the bleeds. Sam ushered to the chair at his desk and gave her a towel for her nose. ‘Have you eaten? You look-‘

She giggled at him. ‘What? Sick? Pale?’

‘No, you look the same, exactly the same.’ He said as if he just said an ugly secret out loud. She looked at him and sighed.

She realized that she had a lot of explaining to do, not just to Sam but to everyone. She looked at him in the eyes. He was giving her the same look he had ten years ago. Her eyes began to drift to the box of True Blood on the floor. Sam followed her eyes to the box. It took him a minute to figure out why she was looking but it all came together.

‘You’re a-?’ Once again like letting out a dirty little secret. She saw the anger and pain rise in him.

Sam, I promise I will explain everything to you, I promise. Just let me eat , okay?‘ She gathered enough strength to walk towards him. She kissed him gingerly on his cheek and smelled his scent once more. Sam closed his eyes.

“Who the hell does she think is, she comes here after ten years and I’m supposed to wait until she decides to get good and ready to tell me the truth?” he thought to himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

He loved that girl more than anything in this world. Hell, he would give her the world if he knew how. He nodded his head and remembered that he had a restaurant to run.

`‘We can talk when I close up. Take my keys, there is a string a housing complexes just down the road, mine is the second one on the left. Take as much True Blood as you can carry and just wait for me there.’

Sam really didn’t know why he was so trusting of her, he didn’t know where she had been or who she could’ve possibly become while she was gone. ‘Sam.’ She called out after him.

‘Thank you’ She honestly didn’t know what else to say, she knew she was asking a lot, especially after what she put Sam through. He nodded and walked out. He began to think, ‘Is this why you couldn’t pick up a fucking phone? Huh? We have been looking for you for ten years, Delia, I thought you were dead.’

He couldn’t keep his mind on anything else. Especially since Arlene kept staring at him, he swore she was burning a hole right through him. He knew what she was getting at, she was wondering what he was going to do now. The answer was that he didn’t know and he was pretty sure there were no self-help books on what to do when the girlfriend you intended on spending the rest of your life with, disappears for ten years and comes back as a vampire. For right now he was going to keep it as normal as he knew how.

Delia walked up the steps to the house. She reached for the screen when the dog on the porch seemed to feel threatened. ‘Shhh, hey now its ok. I’m a friend, I promise.’ She gave the pup a straight look in the eyes and a rub behind the ears. Immediately, the canine rolled over onto its belly, waiting to receive all the scratches it could get. Delia smiled from ear to ear like the pup before her.

She opened the door into Sam’s house. It was rather un-homey. Other than the god awful wallpaper, which she knew Sam probably picked out, he never was never one for decoration. He had no sense of style really, for goodness sakes all he ever wore were jeans and t-shirts or whatever awful button up he could find. But that was Sam.

Other than a few boxes there really wasn’t any sign of anyone living here. She looked around to see what kind of man Sam had become, while she was gone. She wanted to see vacation photos, photos of friends or even ex-girlfriends hell, even current girlfriends. Thinking back, she realized that Sam was always alone. If she wasn’t with him, he was alone. She couldn’t help but think if he had been alone the whole time while she was gone.

She walked into the kitchen to look into the fridge. Nothing. She put the four cases of True Blood onto the floor and put one bottle into the microwave. It really didn’t taste any better hot but it tasted better than cold blood. She soon wandered into the back bedroom. The bed was unmade.

“Maybe he slept here,” she thought.

She placed the bottle of True Blood on the nightstand and knelt down, she could smell him on the pillow and sheets. “He definitely slept here.” She breathed him in. She started to think of the days she would spend in bed with Sam. She would first spend a few hours with him but he would wrap his arms around her waist and pepper kisses on the back of her neck.

‘Baby, please don’t go. Please just a few more hours. It gets so goddamn lonely out here, baby please!” He begged and pleaded.

She loved being alone with him. They would always joke about getting married and starting a family. They joked about going around the world and one day opening a restaurant. They joked even though every time she could tell Sam Merlotte wasn’t joking. Next to the bed was a box of old t-shirts. She dug deeper into the box to see if she could find anything else about Sam. Found a picture. Nothing new, just a memory, something she had almost forgotten.

It was her and Sam on a lake outside of Shreveport. It was after college finals and Sam wanted to reward her or more like reward himself, because they could start the next phase of their life together. He was holding onto her hips tight and kissing her cheek, while she smiled into the camera. She also remembers the fight they had right after that picture was taken. Sam was ready for their lifetime adventure, while Delia wanted to take her time and start things slow.

‘ What about our plans, baby? What about what we talked about?’ He protested.

``I know, I know. We could still do it. You can come with me and get an apartment. And hey, since you got your GED, maybe you could take a few classes –‘

‘I don’t have the money for schools like these. Why can’t we just do like we planned?‘

She wanted to go with Sam so bad but she knew if she didn’t get a diploma for something that she could really get a job, that also paid well, she would be kicking herself for the rest of her life.

‘I’m not saying we still can’t do it, im just saying if I get a decent education then that would make the future so much easier. We wouldn’t make that many mistakes later on.’

‘What do you mean by decent education? Mistakes? What mistakes?’ His blood was boiling. ‘Look just because I didn’t go to any tight-assed college doesn’t mean –‘

‘Oh yeah because I forgot you’re the Lone Fucking Ranger! I get it Sam, AUTHORITY BAD! I’m not asking you to enroll in fucking Oxford, I’m just asking you to do something that’s going to help us-‘

‘Well you sure as hell wasn’t thinking about us when you decided to get rid our baby.’

He said it to spite her. He knew that ate her up inside, he knew that she hated herself for what happened but it was too late for him to take back what he said. He saw the tears and hate swell up in her eyes but he was mad at her, he was mad because it seemed like she was trying to destroy the family that he wanted, the life he wanted to have with her.

Tears fell from her eyes like a stream. She didn’t know what to say, she didn’t even know what to feel. She couldn’t be mad at him for saying it; it hurt him as much as it hurt her but the way he said it like he was using it to make her feel guilty. That baby didn’t ask to be conceived, it was too many tequila shots and Delia feeling needy.

‘Fuck You.’ It came out like she couldn’t breathe

She took one of the oars. Sam thought that he was going to end up in the lake. She pulled the boat towards the dock, which was a lot harder than she thought, she usually let Sam row. All he could do was watch her because God knows what she’d do to him if dared to try to talk to her right now.

Once the boat reached the dock, she hoisted herself up on the ladder and ran. She really had no idea where she was going but she didn’t want to look at Sam Merlotte. Her tears flew back against the wind making it hard to see where she was going. She decided to stop in the middle of a meadow of dandelions not to far from the lake. She collapsed down into the ground hard. Her body was shaking from crying.

She jumped when Sam came and put an arm around her, she could barely hear him through her sobbing. He rocked with her back and forth.

‘Shh baby it's okay. ‘ he whispered to her. ‘It’s okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I promise I didn’t.’

He peppered kisses all over her neck. His shirt was soaked with all the tears but he didn’t care, he was holding onto someone who loved him and she loved him right back. Delia managed to catch her breathe for a moment.

‘I’m sorry Sam, I’m sorry I fucked everything up for us. I’m-‘ he interrupted her.

‘Hey, you didn’t fuck anything up okay. Hell, if anything was fucked up it was because of me, I was being selfish. I wasn’t thinking about you and how you felt I was thinking of myself and I’m sorry. I love you Delia. I love you more than anything in this world. You are all that I have and I appreciate you sticking with me, I really do. I am always going to love you okay. Now I brought you out here to have a nice day with my favorite woman and to-‘

She kissed him. He was all that she wanted right now in this moment and that’s what she had. She was never going to love anyone the way that she loved Sam.

‘I love you Sam.’

‘Love you too baby’.

Drops of blood began to drip down onto the picture. She touched eyes and found them wet. She looked down to her fingertips and saw the same red that was dripping on her hand held memory. This photo reminded her of a promise she made to herself, a promise that she made to Sam and now, many years later she realized that she had broken that promise the moment she had a choice. The choice was to go back home Bon Temps and seek help from her family, from Sam or to stay away.

Her eyes began to pour down blood. That feeling came back to her. That feeling she had they day she went to the clinic pregnant and left pregnant free. That feeling she had that day on the lake when Sam dug up the guilt she had. The feeling that the world would be better off without her and that Sam would be better off without her. She set the photo on top of the night stand next to her bottle of True Blood which was now only a little warm. She walked into the bathroom. It was vacant of everything. Everything in it was stark white; the sink, the toilet, the walls, the floor. The blood seemed so red, so fake once it dripped onto the white tile.

She looked at the mirror. Her cheeks seemed like they had a blush on her chestnut skin but, it was only the blood stains she got when she cries.

‘He deserves more than this, he deserves more than you.’ She said to herself in the mirror.

Wanting to kill herself was nothing new. She wanted to do it the night she was turned but, that only makes her a coward. She looked at herself in the mirror once more. She was dirty, hungry, and she smelled so bad that she was beginning to be repulsed by her scent. She turned to the shower and turned on the hot water. She had always been that way. She had always liked her showers and baths hot. She checked to see it was hot enough it burned her hand but it healed in an instant.

She took off her rancid clothes and stepped into the shower. She let out a wailing sound of pain from the hot water. It kept burning and burning her skin but her skin just kept regenerating. She wanted to be numb to it. Numb to the pain, the hurt, to everything. Blood kept falling from her eyes and onto the bottom of shower, only this time the water made them more pink. All she could do was cry now how hard she tried to stop, all she just wanted to do was cry. She crouched down and curled her knees toward her chest and rested her head against the shower wall and let the blood stream down her face.

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