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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 years

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Don't Worry Darling Pt. 7

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Summary: Y/N has her first big break as an actress as she lands the leading role in 'Don't Worry Darling'. The only problem is that her co-star is Harry Styles, who she feels has a very big ego. Tensions rise the more they film. All kinds of tension...

A/N: Well, shit. I can't write anything else. I just don't want to give away anything. Except I'll say... I do really love you all!

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>> Warning: 18+ ONLY: Some language, angst, mention of sexual encounters

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6 Months Later

Your car is slowing down, but your heart rate is speeding up. You fidget with your hands while your legs are bouncing uncontrollably.

Bethany places her hand on your thigh and gives you a sweet smile when you look her way.

"What's got you nervous, lady?"

"Oh, you know, just attending the Golden Globes for the very first time!" You chuckle, shaking your head. "I just can't believe this is happening."

"It's only the beginning for you, sweetheart. I know it is." She winks, patting your leg before removing her hand, as the car comes to a stop. "Alright, you ready?"

You let out a big, quick laugh. "No!"

"Too bad. Let's go." She smirks.

You exit the car and Bethany helps you fix your dress. Heading down the walkway and taking a deep breath, you walk onto the carpet and into the flashes of cameras.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

Just subtly over the shouts from the paparazzi, you can hear your name being called out by fans. The lights make it difficult to see much, but you can just make out the crowds forming to the sides, so you send a few blown kisses their way. You hope the action holds back the tears in your eyes as you're overwhelmed with gratitude. You are so happy to be there.

You stop for a few quick interviews on the sidelines before walking up a few steps and reaching the Entertainment Tonight platform

"Y/N, it's so nice to finally meet you!" Mario Lopez states.

"Oh my goodness, and you as well!" You reply.

"You look outstanding! And can I just tell you something? You were outstanding in 'Don't Worry Darling' too!"

"Thank you! That is so nice, thank you so much!"

"Seriously, outstanding. You did such a great job portraying the intensity of the film. Was it hard to get into that mindset?"

"Umm… as unclear as this answer is, I'd say yes and no. Yes, because my life isn't as intense as Alice's is, obviously. I had to really dig to create that inner turmoil for her character. But also no, because I had so many good people around me giving constant encouragement and support so, yeah. That's my very confusing answer." You chuckle.

"And some of those people around you, your castmates… how was it, walking into the experience pretty much, uh, a rookie, and working with people such as Chris Pine, who's been in this business a long time."

"Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better introduction to doing a film of this magnitude. Umm, every single person on the cast, and the crew, were so welcoming, helpful, and just amazing. It's been such an amazing time for me."

"And, the film is nominated tonight, right? For Best Motion Picture Drama?"

You nod. "Yeah, yeah it is."

"How does that feel for you personally?" He asks, leaning in a little closer with the mic, as more people come onto the platform for other interviews.

"Wow, I mean, I'm just so honored to have even been a part of it and the nomination is really just a reflection of every single person… cast, crew, production, everyone… putting their all into it and making it what it came out to be."

"Absolutely, an amazing film! And speaking of your castmates…" He motions behind you, so you turn around to see Harry walking up the couple of steps to the platform.

"Hi Harry." You give him a small smile, seeing his hesitation as he walks up to you.

"Hello there." He leans towards you for a polite kiss on the cheek, then shakes Mario's hand.

You motion down the steps as you see Bethany waving you over.

"I better get moving. It's good to see you, Harry. And Mario, it was so nice to meet you. Thank you for having me."

"Thank you for being here!"

You give Mario a quick hug and nod towards Harry as you head back over to the red carpet.

"Sorry, I couldn't stop it." Bethany apologizes.

You raise an eyebrow at her. "Stop what?"

She points over to Harry but you smile and shake your head. "Oh, no, I'm fine. Totally fine."

She stares blankly at you for a moment, causing you to nod for reassurance, then she ushers you further on to take a few more photos.

You take your position and pose as the flashing lights blind you, taking a few more photos and then being ushered into the theatre.

The production crew has reserved a booth for the cast, very close to the stage. Your heart starts racing, thinking how unbelievable it is to be here. You know this night will be amazing. Definitely better than the movie premiere. You shake that thought out as you reach the booth.

"Hello my beautiful friends!" You greet your castmates, hugging each one who is already there. Gemma pats the spot next to her and you take the seat.

"You look stunning!" She states. "How are you feeling?"

"This is… unreal." You let out a strong exhale.

"Yeah, takes some getting used to." She grabs the glass in front of her and takes a sip. "That's why they serve drinks."

You giggle and look around the giant room, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the event, and all the people in attendance who you once never dreamed you would be in the same room with.

You start to turn back towards Gemma when you see Harry walking up to the booth. He makes his way, shaking hands and hugging everyone, before reaching you and Gemma.

"Ladies." He smiles towards Gemma, flickering his gaze towards you for a moment.

"Gem, how are you?"

"I'm good! Busy. Got a few things lined up soon. How are your tour plans coming along? I definitely want to come to one of the shows!"

He flickers his gaze over to you again, and looks back to her. "Yeah. S'good. Figuring it out. Let me know when you want to come and I'll get tickets sent to you."

He turns towards you and drops his gaze to the floor, rubbing the back of his neck. You notice his gaze slowly, and subtly make its way up your dress before finally meeting your eyes.

"Hi Y/N…" he mumbles.

"Hey, Harry." You smile. "You're… planning a tour?"

He clears his throat and nods. "Yeah."

"Oh. I didn't know. That's awesome."

The lights flicker and there is an announcement for everyone to take their seats.

"It… it was really good to see you." He states, running his hand through his hair and smiling at Gemma as he turns around.

You both sit down and Gemma quickly shifts her body to face you.

"That was… interesting… you alright?"

"I'm fine. Totally fine." You shrug, catching a glimpse of Harry as he sits down next to Chris, resting his elbows on his knees and fidgeting with his rings.

A countdown starts, music plays, and the ceremony begins.

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Most of the night is a blur, with a lot of jokes, speeches, and performances. None of it really pertains to you, so it is a waiting game until the last award is announced. A couple of drinks have helped keep your nerves at bay.

You've noticed glances from Harry here and there. Each time, you send him a small smile, but have only been met with an awkward one, then a downward shift of his gaze.

Finally, it is time to award 'Best Motion Picture Drama', which the movie has been nominated for. You look at Gemma, who is biting her thumb nail. Then to Chris, who is casually staring at the stage. Then your gaze lands on Harry, as it always seems to. He is looking over at you, with his lips pulled in and his eyes widening when you meet his gaze. You smile back at him, taking a deep breath as you look back to the stage.

"And the winner is…"

You grab Gemma's hand.

"It is 'Don't Worry Darling'! Congratulations!"

Everyone on the team instantly jumps up, hugging whoever is next to them.

You all make your way up to the stage and bunch up behind some of the production crew. Gemma is on one side of you and Chris is on the other.

"This wonderful cast, this entire group of talented individuals, came together to make this film what it came to be… this award is for all of you!"

Tears start to form in your eyes and you grab Gemma's hand again. Then you look over to Chris, also catching another glimpse of Harry. He also has watery eyes and a big smile. He glances over to you, and lets out a deep breath. His eyes quickly track down and then back up your dress again before smiling as he looks back into your eyes. It doesn't last long, but you are thankful that there was a positive interaction between the two of you at that moment.

When the speech is over, everyone is ushered backstage. You all circle around for a group huddle and let out a big cheer.

Everyone gives hugs and once it is down to you and Harry. You give him a smile but he just nods and turns to walk away. Your face turns to a frown and your breathing picks up it's rhythm.

"Harry." You blurt out, unintentionally.

He quickly turns around with a confused look on his face.

"Umm… I just wanted to say, just congrats." You state, giving a smile that feels completely forced and uncomfortable.

"Oh." He runs his hand through his curls. "Yeah, umm, you too." He clears his throat and turns back around to walk away.

You feel your chest tighten ever so slightly as Gemma walks up to stand beside you. You straighten up and give her a smile when you look over.

"Are you alright?." She asks.

"I'm fine."

"Good."

"Totally, totally fine."

"Okay… Well, go get changed and meet me at the party. I wanna see this dress of yours. Bethany said it could ignite the entire room."

You chuckle and shake your head. "She exaggerates."

Gemma giggles and gives you a wink. "Just hurry this time."

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After a multitude of photos are taken, you enter the huge venue where you are attending your first Golden Globes after party. You take in a deep breath as you also take in the event unfolding before you.

Your eyes lock on Gemma, whose jaw has dropped open wide at the sight of your dress. You giggle and shake your head, before seeing her turn to whoever she is standing with at a bar-height table. Your eyes follow and your breath stops. Right as you meet Harry's gaze, he closes his mouth, turns to Gemma, and drops his gaze down to his drink. He brings the glass to his lips and takes a large sip of whatever is in it.

You take a deep breath as you walk over to them.

"Was the fire department outside?" Gemma winks at you.

"What?" Harry asks quietly.

Gemma looks over to him and giggles. "Oh, it's… it's because her assistant Bethany told me how hot the dress would be."

"Oh." He nods, taking another sip of his drink, then clears his throat. "Looks good."

Gemma smirks at him and then looks over to you. "Wanna grab a drink and get this party started?"

You sneak a quick glance at Harry, noting how good he looks in his suit, causing a few butterflies. You shoot your eyes back to Gemma. "Please!"

She links arms with you and leads you towards the bar. "You alright?"

Your head snaps over to her. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Just making sure." You can see she looks over to Harry, and then looks back at you, opening her mouth slightly to say something.

"What are you getting?" You ask, distracting her from whatever she was about to say.

"Oh. I'll probably get a martini." She shrugs.

"That sounds good." You agree, trying to get the attention of the bartender.

She turns towards you, mouth opening again to speak, and you suddenly lean over the bar.

"Come on... where is the bartender?" You ask, tapping your fingers on the counter.

"This is going to be an interesting night." She chuckles.

You let out a sigh. "I actually hope it's not."

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All night, you've been getting congratulatory comments from people you know, and people you don't. It feels a bit weird, considering the award won tonight was for the movie itself, but you kindly respond with gratitude. You've also been given a lot of comments about your natural chemistry with Harry. All you can do is smile, and acknowledge the statement, but quickly divert the topic of conversation.

It is getting a bit overwhelming, so you find a table in a corner, and sit down for a breather.

You rest your elbows on the table, your hands fidgeting with your martini glass in front of you. You raise it to take a sip and as your eyes dart around the room, they instinctually meet Harry's. It's like a bad habit that your own body has created.

His eyes immediately widen. They dart to the side, then down, and then back up to yours. Your heart starts to race just from his stare and your stomach starts to knot up as he gets out of his chair and begins to walk in your direction.

His hand rubs the back of his neck, but he suddenly changes course and heads to the bar, causing you to let out a huge sigh of relief.

This seems to be harder than you thought it would be. You had prepared yourself, you felt good about being there and seeing him, but the more you do the more your intense emotions start to creep in. You feel the sting of that last after party, you feel awkward and flustered seeing him, you feel frustration with yourself for letting any of this get to you, and you actually feel sadness that it even ended up like this. But you also feel determined to enjoy this party.

Suddenly someone sits down in the chair next to you, and you freeze for a moment as you look to your side.

"Hi darling!" James Cordon states, causing you to internally relax as he hands you another martini.

"I need to ask you something…"

"Is that what the drink is for?" You laugh, feeling some relief actually having someone you know, not from the film, to sit with.

"If it helps!" He grins. "So what's going on with you and Harry?"

The relief you felt suddenly drains from your body.

"What? Nothing. Why?"

"You two have practically been, like, gazing at each other all night! Heart eyes maybe?"

Your chest tightens. You had initially wondered if he knew the truth, but now you're certain he wouldn't be making those statements if he did.

"No." You sigh. "Definitely not."

"Alright." He quickly puts his hands up in defense and smiles. "You two meshed so well on my show. And there were those rumors… when you were filming…"

"They're just rumors." You shake your head.

"He just seemed smitten, any time he was around you. Or when he just talked about you." He grins.

"James." Your chest tightens more, your stomach twists in knots, and your head feels dizzy.

"I'm just saying… you can tell me… he's my friend, so maybe I can help, you know?" He nudges your side.

You clear your throat. "Please don't. Trust me, there's nothing going on."

"Alright, darling. Well, I'm going to make the rounds. Maybe play matchmaker for someone else. I sense love in the air. We'll catch up more later?" He gives you a hug and kiss on the cheek, then turns around heading back into the sea of people.

You rest your elbows on the table and rest your forehead in your palms.

You decide that you've had enough. You're done dealing with this again, so you look for Gemma to tell her goodbye.

You see her standing at the bar, and you wonder why the universe seems to hate you so much, because standing with her is Harry.

You take a deep breath, and finish the martini for some extra motivation. You stand up, and straighten up as you walk over to them.

Harry's eyes widen as you reach their spot. Your mouth stretches slightly across your face in an awkward smile, and you place your hand on Gemma's shoulder to turn her towards you.

"Hey Gem. I think I'm gonna head out."

"Oh really? Are you feeling alright?" She asks, furrowing her brow slightly, as she slyly flickers her eyes to Harry.

"I'm just… I'm just exhausted." You shrug, gazing downward at the floor.

Harry quickly sneaks a glance at your face, and you can tell in your peripheral vision that he frowns too. He takes a sip of his drink, and you meet his gaze. He simply nods towards you and walks away, causing you to feel your heart sink a little. You pull your lips in, attempting to stifle the emotions bubbling up again, and you turn back to Gemma.

"Let's make sure we get together again soon. Okay?" She asks, giving you a hug and holding your shoulders as she pulls away.

"Of course!" You reply, clearing the lump in your throat.

"Are you sure everything is okay, Y/N?"

"For fucks sake. Yes. I'm fine." You clear your throat. "I'm so sorry, Gem! Yes, I'm fine."

You give her a kiss on the cheek and suddenly see Harry across the room, catching his gaze before he sharply turns back to the conversation he is having with James. You let out a subtle whimper and she squeezes your arm.

"Y/N…"

"No." You sigh. "Maybe I'm not."

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After finally settling in on the couch, in one of the most comfortable robes you've ever come across, you hear a knock on your hotel door.

You groan slightly at the fact that you have to move, and walk over to open it.

"Hey, Y/N. Got a minute?" Bethany asks.

"Uh… yeah. What's going on?"

She takes a few steps into your suite and you turn to her after closing the door behind you.

"This is super random, but I was sent a link to an audio demo and was asked to send it to you." She explains, tapping nervously on the phone in her hand.

"Okay… right now?"

She shrugs. "Apparently they want feedback right away."

"What is it?" You ask, eyebrows raised.

"Don't know… you just need to listen to it." She replies, opening her phone to your contact. "I'll send it right now."

Your phone buzzes with the notification and when you open the text, you see an audio file with the title 'LF'.

You go to press it but she puts her hand on top of your phone. "Wait. You should probably wear your headphones."

"What the hell is going on, Bethany. You're acting kind of weird."

"I was told you're the only one who's allowed to listen to it." She replies, walking towards the door.

"By who?"

"Umm… the producer…." She shrugs. "I'll be… out here. Enjoy."

She closes the door behind her and you grab your headphones from the nightstand beside the bed.

"Fucking weird." You whisper.

You press the file and hear four rhythmic thuds before the piano chord and a voice starts to sing.

You stand there, in the middle of the room, as the song plays and the words travel through you. Your body gets goosebumps and your breathing becomes rapid. Tears quickly start forming in the corners of your eyes as you continue to listen.

The melody isn't complicated but the words are deep, and you start to feel as if your body can't hold you up much longer. You take steps backwards toward the bed and sit on the edge as another verse starts to play.

"I disrespected you

Jumped in feet first and I landed too hard

Broken ankle, karma rules

You never saw my birth mark

I was thinking about who you are

You're delicate point of view

I was thinking about you

I'm not worried about where you are

Or who will go home to

I'm just thinking about you

Just thinking about you

Just thinking about you"

As a few instruments play out the rest of the melody and then go silent, you stare down at your phone, unable to see the screen through all the tears.

After a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, you wipe as many tears away as you can, and stand back up. You need to talk to Bethany.

You swing the door open. "Bethany, wha-"

You fall silent, just staring across from you, as you see Harry leaning against the wall. One arm is wrapped around the front of him, while he pinches his bottom lip with the fingers on his other hand. His gaze is down towards the floor.

"Harry?" You whisper, tears starting to fall again.

"Y/N, M'sorry, so sorry." He lets out a sigh and slightly works his gaze up to you. "I royally fucked up and I hate that I hurt you."

"The song-"

"I…" he clears his throat as his voice gets shaky and a tear streams down his cheek. "I haven't stopped thinking about it. About you. You didn't deserve that. You deserve way better. Way better. You meant way more to me than how I treated you that night, and… I… just needed you to know that."

Your mouth drops open but you can't seem to get any words out. Your heart is racing and your breathing is so shallow, but you can only manage to get a couple of words out.

"The song-"

"You don't need to say anything, Y/N. I should've said all of this a long time ago. I tried to all night, but I could barely bring myself to look at you. I felt so guilty. I wanted you to hear it now, that's all. Just… to know that m'really sorry." He whispers, lowering his head again as he pushes himself off the wall. "Umm, I should go."

"Harry, wait." You take a step towards him and he stops, snapping his gaze right up to you.

"The song was beautiful!" You state, switching your gaze between each of his eyes before letting out a heavy exhale and looking at his lips.

You look back up at him. His eyes are wide and his breathing is quickening. He moves slightly closer towards you, looking down at you with his gorgeous green eyes.

You find your free hand moving up to cup his cheek and his breath hitches.

"Y/N, I-"

You reach your lips up to meet his with a gentle kiss. He hums and as you pull away you can see that he is smirking.

But it instantly disappears and he shakes his head. "I don't want to do anything..."

You quickly step back and feel a large knot in your stomach.

"Oh." You frown as you look down at the floor, feeling the most intense amount of embarrassment. "Shit."

"No, no, no." He steps back to you and grabs your shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down them as he stares into your eyes. "No, I mean… I don't want to do anything, if it's just like before."

You raise an eyebrow.

"I mean… I…" he stutters, growling at himself. "I still want to be with you. I don't want to do anything with you… if I can't be with you. I can't. It's not fair to me or to you."

As if your heart wasn't racing enough, it picks up its pace.

"I miss you, Y/N." He shrugs. "I feel… weird… not talking to you, not being around you. I miss… your eyes… your smile… your laugh… your sass… your touch…"

"I…" You whimper, letting a few tears fall.

"I want to be with you. That's… that's all I want. But, if you don't then I'll-"

Your heart flutters and a spark shoots through your entire body. "I do. I do want that."

He grabs your face and walks you back towards the hallway walk, his lips smashing into yours. Your arms instantly wrap around his neck and your fingers tangle in his hair, causing him to moan against your mouth. The sensation you would always get when he touched you has ignited again and you melt right into him.

"Maybe we should…" He smirks. "Not make out in the hallway?"

"Well if you're suddenly gonna be a prude about it…" you chuckle, turning around and pushing the door back open to let him in.

"There's the sass."

As he shuts the door, you turn around to face him and grab his hands to pull him in closer.

"Wait." He exclaims. "I really need you to know how sorry I am."

"I know." Biting your lip and pulling him closer to you, starting to let that passion take over a little.

"Y/N. M'serious." He grabs your face. "I need to know if you can forgive me."

You can't help but grin. You can tell he means it. Really means it. Now everything you felt for him, and more, comes flooding over you.

"I forgive you." You utter.

He smashes his lips against yours again, and you can feel him smiling while you kiss. That simple touch alone makes your knees week. Sensation runs through you as his hands travel up and down your back. Everything about him is intoxicating, and you know deep down you never truly stopped craving it.

You pull away and look him in the eyes, one eyebrow raised. "Was the song actually about me?"

He smiles. "Pretty much, yeah. But I did lie..."

"Wait, what?"

"I was worried... about where you were, and who you were... going home to."

"No one. I just couldn't... Wait a minute..." Your mouth drops open dramatically as you give him arm a smack. "So you called me a little freak?"

He lets out a big laugh, then grabs your hips to pull you in right up against him, biting his lower lip. "Umm… well, the bathrooms, the changing tent, the trailers… the… the elevator… kind of prove me right on that one."

You purse your lips and glare at him. "Damn it."

"You could, umm, if you want… try to prove me wrong…" He subtly smirks. "Only if you want to."

You squint at him and pull your lips in. "You think I'm just gonna jump back into bed with you now?"

"Oh, shit." He straightens up. "No, I-"

"Because I'd rather do it like Jack and Alice, on the table." You stick your tongue out between your teeth.

"See? You're so fucking naughty. A little freak."

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styleslistic · 2 years

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How It Turned Out - Harry Styles Fic Part 7

It's Day 1 of Treat People With Kindness rehearsals, and Y/N and Harry struggle to get a moment to themselves.

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Y/N had agreed to be in the Treat People With Kindness music video, and most surprisingly, her agent had actually deemed it a good idea. All the arrangements were left to her staff, and in the weeks leading up to it, she found herself shipped to meetings and costume fittings with various people involved in the video, but never Harry.

Her and Harry were texting when they could, mostly about how excited they were to see one another again. But busy schedules and frequently conflicting time zones made replies slow. It was hard to even keep track of where in the world Harry was most of the time. Y/N tried not to think about what that might mean if their flirtations turned into something more.

Y/N had somwhow avoided nerves in the weeks leading up to the shoot. But as she walked up to the door of the dance studio she suddenly wondered if her confidence had been ill-founded. There was every chance Harry would turn around and decide she wasn't what he wanted at all, in video or in whatever romantic entanglement it was that was forming between them.

Harry had been there a few days already, his part in the video was, naturally, a lot bigger than hers and he had to learn the rest of the dance. That meant that when Y/N pulled up to the rehearsal venue, he was already inside.

She stopped right outside the door and took a deep breath, before pushing the door open.

The look of excitement on Harry's face when he saw her was almost comical. Grin wide enough to reach his ears, eyes bright. She needn't have worried at all. They had clearly been midway through a run-through if the lost looks the rest of the dancers gave as Harry walked away, leaving the music playing and them not knowing what to do were anything to go by.

Harry stopped right in front of Y/N, still grinning.

"Hi."

"Hi," Y/N replied. Harry seemed not to have planned any further than his initial two letter greeting. So Y/N pulled him into a hug. It took Harry a moment to respond, but when he did, he clasped her tightly. Harry's face burrowed into her neck.

"You smell nice," he muttered, low enough that she wasn't actually sure he had wanted her to hear.

"I smell like I've been on a plane for 4 hours," she replied.

"Don't care, 's nice."

They held on for a moment longer before they seemed to both decide that they were surpassing the socially acceptable amount of time for a hug to last. Everyone was watching, after all.

"It's so good to see you again," Harry said. "Can't believe you've actually agreed to be in this."

"Well, I figured I owed you a little kindness after the way I shot you down the last time you wanted to work with me," Y/N quipped. "You gonna introduce me to everyone then?"

"Oh, yes!" Harry pointed each person in the room out and told her their name and their role on the project. "And this is my- uh. This is my co-star for the video, Y/N," he finished. Y/N wondered what it was he had been about to say. As much as it was no secret between them that there were feelings involved, it certainly wasn't at the stage where she could deem herself his in any way. Not that she minded the thought.

The rest of the room was clearly keen to get a move on. And in fairness, time was pretty tight, they only had a few days of rehearsal time before a break for the weekend, and filming starting on the Monday. Y/N changed into some joggers and one of her tour hoodies. When she came back into the room , Harry came back over to her and explained the plan for the day. As he spoke he kept glancing down to her jumper.

"Sorry," he said, noticing that Y/N had caught on to him. "I just kind of wish I had one of your tour jumpers, I'd like to have something of yours."

"Jesus Harry, you're gonna be the fucking death of me," Y/N said, slapping him in the chest. "I'll bring you one tomorrow, I have a spare."

Harry grinned. "Yes please! You can have one of mine too if you want..." he suggested shyly.

"Love one," Y/N replied with a smile. "Now c'mon, I've got a dance to learn.

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"They've put me in a different hotel from you," Y/N frowned, hours later when they were sat on a break. "Something about it ruining the surprise if we're seen together when people are already guessing that a video is being shot."

"That's not fair..." whined Harry. "I wanted to spend the evening with you.

"Yeah it's a bit shit isn't it," said Y/N, deflated. "We'll have to figure something out for tomorrow. How long do we have left of our break?" She continued.

Harry checked his watch. "Ten minutes."

Y/N nodded, then stood up. "Me and Harry are popping out for a smoke, we'll be back in a sec," she called to the others in the room.

Harry's eyes widened as he clocked what she was actually planning. "Yeah, see you all in a min," he repeated. Y/N smugly noted how quickly he stood up and followed her out of the room. She checked that the coast was clear, and grabbed his hand. That would have to do for physical contact for a moment or two.

"Any quiet spots around here," she asked, impressed by her own brazenness.

He thought for a moment, then nodded, dragging her after him. They ended up in a room full of props for the shoot next week. Harry locked the door behind them, and they practically pounced on one another. Over a month since they'd first met and Harry had admitted that he should have kissed her. That was over a month of waiting, knowing this moment was coming, but unable to do anything at all about it.

So when their lips met it was messy, and rushed, and there were hands everywhere. Y/N's tangling in Harry's hair. His pulling her closer by her waist. Then her's coming down either side of his head, one scratching at the case of his neck while the other sank down lower to rest on his chest.

The air rang with sharp breaths and the smack of lips.

They had been stood in the middle of the room, but Y/N quickly decided that that didn't feel quite close enough. She pushed Harry back against the door, where he landed with a dull thud. She worried for half a moment that she'd been too rough, but his panting chest and the intensity in his eyes told her otherwise.

Harry grabbed her and pulled her to him, a hand found its way to her arse and pressing them closer together there. Y/N kissed along his neck, wishing that she could leave a mark there but knowing that that was completely off the cards. Harry seemed to like it none the less. A soft moan escaped his lips, and Y/N felt him hardening against her.

"Shit," he gasped. "Shit, we need to stop." Y/N pulled away. "I'm sorry, we need to stop otherwise I am not gonna recover in time to go back a fucking dance for the rest of the afternoon." Y/N couldn't help but be a little disappointed, but he was right of course.

"That was some first kiss," she said instead.

"Ha, that's an understatement," Harry huffed.

They stayed there, close but not quite touching, for another minute or so, Y/N's arms boxing Harry in, and foreheads pressed together. But they did have to go back.

Y/N fixed Harry's hair, and ran her fingers through her own, while he just stared at her with that same intensity.

"You good?" she said, darting her eyes down to his crotch to illustrate her point.

"Shut up," he chuckled. "Yeah I'm good. Now c'mon, one last kiss before we go."

"Sure you can handle-" Y/N started, but she was cut off by Harry's lips on hers. This had none of the same hurry as before, but was somehow just as intense. It felt almost like a goodbye, which was silly because they were going to be spending the rest of the day together, and several more days together in the immediate future. She knew why it felt like this though, they didn't know when they'd be able to steal a moment like this again, especially now they knew they were staying in different places. So yeah, their second kiss was a little bit heartbreaking, because Y/N got the feeling that a lot of their kisses would be like this, stolen in secret moments with no guarantee they could be together again soon.

Things be finally(!) moving. yall i never intended for this to burn so slowly but i can't lie i'm loving it.

#harry styles fic #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #musician!y/n #how it turned out

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abyssal-ali · 3 months

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you knew the hero died, so what's the movie for?

Pairing: Gen Ao3 Masterlist

Rating: E for Extra Bad Mental Health WC: 2.2k

Summary:

Babs finds some footage of Jason acting strangely and calls in the Bats to help her figure out what's up with Jason.

TW: Suicidal Ideation/Passive Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Depression, Major Character Death/Major Character Undeath

A/N: (Yes, I'm fine<3) Title from hoax by TS. I love the Immortal Jason Todd theories but I also think he'd have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings about death and life after the first time. (Also don't worry, there is a happy ending.)

Barbara Gordon spun on her chair’s wheels to face the Bats. The whole clan, minus one, were admitted to her domain after her special request.

“Why could you not send us the footage?” asked Batman, his voice not so raspy with the modifier turned off.

“It’s safer here. This is extremely delicate information here, and I cannot have it fall into the wrong hands somehow.”

The Bats exchanged glances at Oracle saying she didn’t want to risk this being hacked. Her finger hovered over the play button on her large screen.

“I hacked Hood’s helmet just after he ducked out of patrol to tell him I’d received info I thought he might want to know for a case he’s on. He was speaking, but it didn’t seem like a call or voice-to-text, and the security cam from the alley he was in doesn’t show anyone or anything. The context is weird and the whole situation is…disturbing.”

Babs finally played the CCTV footage after her explanation, showing a typical Gotham alleyway, Red Hood’s large shape the only figure visible as he walked normally into it from around the corner.

His steps stutter, then his whole being seems to lose tension as he walks further in, his shoulders curling inwards slightly. “Now?”

A pause, then, “What is it this time? I haven’t decided what I wanted to cross off my list this time.”

He leans against the wall, one foot propped on the rough brick casually as he tosses a knife through the air, always catching it by the handle. After a couple seconds of seeming silence, he turns abruptly, his posture tensing. “I just want quiet, is that too much to ask?!”

He calms, then continues, “I don’t hate you, D. It’s your sister. She always interrupts and it’s gotten really old. You…can either stop flirting with me or do somethin’ ‘bout Elle. She keeps bringin’ me back down…”

He sheathes his knife and shifts into an offensive stance. “I was at peace, D! I’m just…so…tired…” His voice trails off, revealing the weakness his family has never picked up in him.

After a moment, he relaxes back into his slump against the wall. “We’re running outta options. Explosions, blunt force trauma, asphyxiation, suffocation, smoke inhalation, drowning, exsanguination, jugular sliced, cardiac arrest, hypothermia, electrocution…” He ticks off his fingers. “I’m immune to most poisons and toxins, so they’re out, medication burns through me too quickly…” Another pause.

“I can’t just run off with you, D. They’re detectives, and any explanation they’ll believe is falsified, and they’ll pointlessly search space and time. I’m not gonna spark PTSD and make them sad. Oh! We haven’t tried decapitation yet, we could recreate Dickens’ scene…or there’s my personal favourite, you kidnap me in my sleep. Sounds peaceful….NOT THAT I WOULD KNOW ABOUT PEACE!”

The watching Bats flinched at the sudden outburst from the dejected Hood they were wrapping their minds around.

On the screen, he waves at air, then turns on his heel and stalks out of the alley, heading somewhere else.

Babs’ trackers showed everyone in the Clocktower, and one red dot at a known safehouse of Jason’s a few blocks from the alley.

Babs turned to the Bats.

“Hmm,” Batman mused.

“Ambiguous,” decided Nightwing. “You didn’t pick up any interference, magical or alien?”

“No. Everything is clear,” replied Babs, spinning back to her computer to run more scans on the footage.

“I hate one-sided conversations,” said Spoiler, staring thoughtfully at the frozen image of Red Hood walking out of the alley.

“Who’s this ‘D’ he’s talking to?” demanded Red Robin. “He usually only calls Dick ‘D’, and even then it’s rare. And Dick doesn’t know about this.”

Batgirl got the others’ attention. “Jason is hurt. Always. Not from fighting.” She thought for a moment. “Heart-hurt. Always tired. This is…tired, but relieved.”

“Hmm,” said Batman again.

Two days later, Nightwing and Red Robin knocked on Jason’s door. He’d managed to instill the basic modicum of manners in them with careful traps, a fair amount of glitter, and occasionally a minor wound or two. When he didn’t answer after two tries, and Babs reassured them through their comm link that his tracker was still pinging from that location, they let themselves in.

The first thing they found was Jason, dead in his bed.

In shock, confusion, and grief, the Bats were notified, confirmed it was truly Jason and not some elaborate scheme to fake his death for some Jason-only-knew reason, and taken back to the Cave to prepare him for burial. Again.

To their great surprise, Talia al Ghul marched into the Cave and swept past all their baffled questionings to the table Jason lay on, more peaceful in death than they’d ever seen in life.

She carefully scrutinized him, then sighed and put her hand on his.

“Don’t touch him,” Bruce snapped, looking worse than he had in years.

Talia removed her hand after a slight hesitation, turning to face the grieving Bats. “Before you bury Jason, please wait one more day.”

“Why?”

“You do remember what happened last time you buried him,” she reminded them flatly.

With a grunt, Bruce agreed to wait 18 more hours, looking over at his son’s body every few moments from the tea Alfred was forcing him to drink.

The Bats were quietly mourning their brother, son, grandson, friend, tormentor, coworker, rival, saviour when a loud stream of swearing shocked them out of their grief.

“NOT AGAIN?! WHY?! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!” Yelled one very alive Jason Todd, sitting straight up and looking as pale as a ghoul.

He slipped off the table, stumbling towards the group in zombie-like motions, collapsing into Talia’s waiting arms. “Tals? Why’re ya’here?”

“To stop your idiotic, grieving, well-meaning family from hastily burying you again.”

“Oh, thanks.”

The still-stunned bats slowly gathered around the hugging duo. Talia dragged Jason over to the cot in the medbay and forcing him onto his side. “Stay still until you’re better. You should know better, habibi.”

“But my mom was here, I had to hug her,” he grinned crookedly up at Talia, who was unimpressed.

Still, she smiled softly at him, running her fingers through his hair. “Just lie still. 15 minutes on every side.”

“This ain’t my first rodeo, Tals,” he grunted, but stay where she left him.

Tim opened his mouth and Talia turned her fierce glare on him. With one motion, she directed them all away from Jason to the debriefing area, where he was still within sightline, but wouldn’t be disturbed by their sure-to-be-invasive questions.

“How did he die?” she asked them, looking sternly at Bruce.

“I don’t know.” He collapsed into a seat, staring at Jason blankly. “Oracle showed us a concerning video she found with Hood, we went to his safehouse…and found him…peaceful, in his bed. A little smile on his face,” he choked out.

Talia sighed, glancing back at Jason.

“Why are you here?”

“Mother’s intuition,” she shrugged. “Something was very wrong with him. I was worried, so I came.”

“T, I can deal with them,” called Jason. “I’m a big boy, I can handle their need for privacy invasion.”

Talia sighed but relaxed from her gatekeeping stance, letting the Bats crowd Jason’s bed again.

“How dare you alive again? You were definitely dead,” blurted Tim.

“Life and I have a mutual hate for each other,” said Jason cryptically. “And Death and I are kinda close.”

“How did you die?” asked Dick, quietly horrified.

“Oh, D was really accommodating–I was asleep this ti-”

“‘D’ is Death?!”

“Yeah, I call Death ‘D’, so what? You all have nicknames. And like I said, this ain’t my first rodeo, We’re tight, she likes me.”

“Ethopia…” remembered the Bats awkwardly.

“Why are you lying down?” asked Steph as Jason shifted to his front, turning his head to watch his family.

“I can’t lie on my back for longer than a few second because of PTSD. And my heart hasn’t been pumping for…awhile, so blood flow ain’t the best right now.

“First, there’s numbness, like when your leg’s fallen asleep, only full-body.

“Then, prickles of pain as all your muscles and circulatory system start up.

“Third, your brain’s fuzzy from lack of oxygen and bloodflow, so you spill your deepest darkest secrets to your needlessly nosy family because some twisted part of you feels guilty for putting them through your death again. That last part might just be me, though.

“Fourth, I’m tired and I want to sleep, so ask T or wait for me to wake up. Trust me, I will,” he grumbled. “Oh, you may wanna shock me a li’l bit to make sure my heart’s started properly again. Sometimes it needs a bit of a tune-up to make sure it’s good as new.”

“Why do you sound like this happens regularly?!” Dick demanded.

“It does.” Jason closed his eyes, turning his head to the other side.

Talia shooed the murmuring Bats back to let Jason rest in peace (consciously).

A couple hours later, Jason sat up again, with more colour to his skin and smoother movements. Talia carefully supported him, leading him to a chair and mug of steaming hot chocolate.

The disturbed bats gathered around him until he looked up with a grimace at them. “I’m fine, okay? Why are you even so worried?”

“No, you’re not fine! You were dead, again, and now you aren’t, and you’re acting like this happens every week!”

Jason shrugged. “Done it enough it feels like it. Don’t worry, I get better quicker the more often it happens; you’ve never noticed."

“You died the first time in Ethiopia?”

Jason nodded.

“And it took…six months for you to come back? This was…24 hours or less. So how often have you died, and what’s the exponential rate?” demanded Tim.

Jason shrugged again. “Dunno. Based on past times…” he trailed off, looking to Talia.

“With this one, it should be about twenty hours until his resurrection the next time.”

“Why were you even looking for me?”

“I hacked your comms when you were, apparently, talking to Death, and I brought the CCTV footage from that alley to their attention,” reasoned Babs, pulling his free hand into hers and squeezing it gently. “Why would you not tell us about this? We were worried sick about you after we saw that! And then you disabled your tracker, and it took me ages to find your last ping and find your new safehouse!”

“Sorry,” he mumbled into his mug.

“So you were actually talking to Death? Who is…apparently a person…being?” asked Steph.

“Yep, she’s cool. I’m her favourite repeat customer,” he joked. It fell flatter than one of Bruce’s pancakes.

“You sounded happy to see D,” said Cass, watching him closely.

“Yeah, she’s a lot nicer than her bitch of a sister, Life. She keeps bringing me back,” Jason bemoaned under his breath.

“You don’t want to come back?” Dick asked sadly, inching closer.

“Not really. It’s peaceful being dead. Being alive is so…tiring,” he sighed, leaning his head back and gently placing his mug down.

“Habibi,” Talia said thickly, running her fingers through his hair again.

“But…but you talked down that jumper last week!” pointed out Tim.

“So?”

Cass rewound the footage Babs had played them, playing a section back for the others on the Batcomputer. “I’m not gonna spark PTSD and make them sad.”

“‘Sad’ is…a wrecked car. Replaceable. ‘Grief’ is you dead. We cannot replace you. We are not sad for you. We grieve for you.”

At Cass’s revelation, the Bats’ heads swiveled between Jason and the screen.

“Little Wing…do you think we would grieve you less than the first time?”

Jason didn’t answer, picking up his mug to see if there were any dregs left.

Talia laid her hand on his shoulder. “Why are you still the Red Hood, habibi? No one is forcing you to. You became the Red Hood to antagonize Batman*. You’ve done that, moved past it. Move on, don’t just give up.”

A strange look crossed Jason’s face at Talia’s face. His eyes darted to a harrowed-looking Bruce, then back to the depths of his mug. “Thanks, T.”

Red Hood retired, Jason choosing to hand the reins of his crime bossing business over to his trusted lieutenants as he moved to Europe, entering Oxford to pursue a secondary education.

One or another of his family members were more often than not flying to and from his flat to remind him how much they loved and valued him.

Talia visited him often, making sure that he knew just how much the other side of his chosen family also cared for him. She introduced him to a therapist that was accustomed to dealing with clients with more confidential matters than usual.

Gradually, Jason healed and discovered his personality aside from ‘anti-hero crime-boss vigilante’. He pursued therapy as a career, becoming a therapist and mentor to the Justice League and its associates, specifically the sidekicks and teen heroes.

The twenty-hour resurrection rule wasn’t needed for several more decades.

*****

A/N2:

*Yes, I'm aware he also wanted to change Gotham in a way that Batman couldn't/wouldn't etc, but I couldn't get into the nuances there.

Jason has canonically died several times, including the time Bruce stopped his heart (don't ask me for canon references, I don't touch those things with a 10-foot pole) but as I was editing this fic, I decided to go the good/semi-decent dad Bruce route instead; Jason's hurt enough, so you'll only find one small easter egg about that. I also left out the line about the slit throat from the Batarang Bruce threw in UtRH, which I am firmly convinced hurt Jason more than was shown in canon.

I got the inspiration for Jason dealing with post-mortem/post-resurrection stiffness etc from a fic but I can't remember which one. Possibly Who I Am. Who I'll Never Be by Zootopon?? If you find one, feel free to lmk.

Jason is depressed and isn't very objective about the Batfam, and even though they're on fairly good terms in this fic, they're still emotionally consitpated Bats and Jason's a good actor; they're not thinking to reassure him they love him and want him, and he's sure not gonna outright ask for reassurance. As someone with depression (not speaking for everyone, just drawing on my own experience), it really makes you feel like even those you love most and who love you most don't actually. It's hard to ask for confirmation of their love, and especially with dynamics like the Batfam/Jason have, that complicates matters further. If you're reading this and you don't somehow have Issues, learn from this and face your feelings.

#jason todd #ali writes #immortal jason todd #fic #tw: sucidal thoughts #tw: death #tw: depression

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observeowl · 1 year

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Resignation Letter

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Summary: An unexpected news arrive at the wrong time

Note: Slight talk about death

Your POV I am tired of my work, my co-workers treating me like a piece of shit, ordering me around like nobody's business. Jobs are assigned to us by our managers but lately, it seems that they have been pushing their jobs off to me but submitting them in their names.

But that's not the end of it. There are always things to follow up on and maybe things that are not on par with the manager's expectations, so when they ask why things are done this way and we need to have further work done to provide assurance, my co-workers always say they will add to it but I'll be the one doing it.

I got sick and tired of such a working culture and decided to quit. I even wrote my resignation letter and was ready to give it to my manager the next day until I received news I didn't dare to think.

"Okay..." I replied shakily. "When will the funeral be?" I asked my aunty, she was taking care of my mother since she would be able to take better care of her than me who has to work. Sometimes after work and during the weekend, I would visit her. "Thursday? That fast? Okay. I'll take leave from my work, don't worry."

I looked at the resignation letter that was in my hand and threw it in the bin near me. This is no time to quit. I have to stay strong. My father, my younger brother-

A knock on the door caught my attention and I spun around in my chair to see Scarlett standing by the door. "You got the news as well?" She nodded her head and came next to me, leaning against the side of my table.

"I didn't get a call like you did. But I got a message." She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I will call the office and apply for leave for you. Why don't you change and get ready? I'm sure your aunt and dad would love to see you."

"Thank you." I gave her a kiss before heading to my wardrobe. Just as I closed the door, I could hear her punching in the numbers and speaking into the phone. I didn't stay long enough to hear a full conversation but I was thankful that she was by my side.

"You're packing a bag to stay with them for a few days?" Scarlett saw I was stuffing a few clothes into my backpack. I stopped in my tracks, I didn't actually think this through, my hands just moved without thinking. I didn't even ask Scarlett if she was okay with it.

"I was thinking about staying with them until the end of the funeral."

"That's a nice idea. Spend some family time together."

Scarlett POV Some say you get to see more from a different perspective. I could tell Y/N was stressed with each passing day but she says she's fine and refuses to tell me anything. I thought after spending time with her family, she would be better but it only seemed to get worse.

We all gathered after the funeral and I spent some time talking to Y/N's brother. It confirmed my suspicions that she was putting too much on herself, trying to help when she already has a lot on her plate. As the eldest, she tends to carry everything on her shoulders.

I was cleaning the house yesterday and I noticed the letter in her bin when I was dumping it out. It wasn't covered up or anything so I noticed it pretty easily. She was planning on resigning, it was dated one day before her mother died. But why did she not send it to her company? Why is it in the bin?

I kept it at a different spot, hoping to be able to speak to her about it later.

"She's not letting herself think about it. She always does this. I don't think I've seen her teardrop yet. Either that or she didn't allow us to see it." Her brother said.

"Thanks for taking care of her the past few days." We said our goodbyes before going back to our home.

During our drive back, it was silent all the way other than the radio that was playing in the background. I offered to put her bag in the backseat but she just hugged it tighter. We didn't speak much that day and she went straight to work the next day.

I was concerned for her. It was not healthy keeping it all in. I even noticed that she kept her security stuffy aside. That's when I knew this was serious. No matter how many times I told her that it was hindering me when I was cuddling to her, she refused to put it aside. Even when we were still friends, she was hugging it when she first broke up with her girlfriend. For her to put it aside was a serious problem.

"Babe, sit down." I dragged Y/N to sit by the edge of the bed after she was done showering. She looked at me like I was doing something weird and I could tell by her eyes that she was scared. "Nothing is wrong babe, I just want to know what's happening in your mind."

"Nothing." She shook her head. I sighed and let her know what I found. If I don't present her with the evidence, she's never going to break down the wall.

"It was just a reckless move, I did it in a heat of anger. I don't feel like resigning anymore. Besides, did you not wish for the stuffy to be gone?" She flipped the question at me.

"Babe, you know most of the time I'm joking. If you feel safe with it, I'm not going to take it away."

"Well, anything else? I can always just take it out again." She made it seem as if the whole conversation was pointless and we were wasting time.

"Babe, listen to yourself." I didn't want her to walk away so I held her hands. "You're not giving yourself time to process all of this. You don't allow yourself to relax. You're always doing something before and even during the funeral. You went back to work immediately the next day and don't lie to me because I know you hate your work."

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "I don't what you want from me Scarlett. It's not affecting me as much as you think it is. Must I shed a tear for you to think I'm okay?"

I calmed myself down before speaking, not taking it to heart. I knew she was going to be defensive about it. "First of all, I'm just worried about you. Secondly, I would believe you more if your shoulders weren't that tense." Immediately, her shoulders dropped and she acted as I was seeing things.

"You don't have to put up a front with me. Or anyone else. You're allowed to break down, no one is going to be mad at you for that." Her throat started trembling and I knew she needed a bit more push for the wall to crumble.

"And don't even get me started with that work of yours? It's way too demanding and your co-workers are not even nice. They don't appreciate you, they don't deserve you. The amount of work you're doing deserves more. You're more than capable enough to get a better paying job and people want you. You don't have to be afraid."

I watched as she dropped her head and walked out of the room. I sighed fearing I may have pushed her too far and made everything worse. Wanting to give her some space, I went to change into my night clothes and got ready for bed when Y/N came in again. This time with her stuffy.

She stuffed her face in it and walked over to her side of the bed while I smiled at her even though she couldn't see it.

"I didn't get to say I love her enough. All she received were my complaints but I really really love her. There's so much I didn't get to say to her."

"I know you do. And I'm sure she knows too. She'll be so proud of you." I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"And about my job. I hate lounging around so I'll wait until I get an offer from somewhere before quitting." I hummed following along. We stayed in the same position for a while and she didn't say anything so I thought she fell asleep. "Thank you too, Scarlett. For bringing me back."

I kissed the top of her head. "Anytime, babe."

#scarlett x reader #scarlett johansson #x reader #resignation letter #my writing

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angelsvoice1love · 2 years

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Hard to figure out

You sat across from Pil-do, trying to read him but still couldn't figure him out. Was he truly as cold as some of the officers said, or was he merely hiding the fact that he had a soft, kind heart?

Biting, on your pencil, you still stared at him looking at him as if you were having a day dream.

Pil-do: You shouldn't do that.

Y/n: Huh? You said, as you were pulled out of your train of thought.

Pil-do: You shouldn't bite your pencil, it'll damage your teeth. He replied, looking up at you from his paper work.

Y/n: Oh...haha, yeah I only do that when I'm in deep though. You said, as you rubbed your head.

Pil-do: Deep though? What were you thinking about, that had your mind all frozen?

Y/n: Nothing...nothing at all.

Pil-do: Mm.

Ji-Woo: Detective Jeon.

Pil-do: Yes.

Ji-Woo: It's about the case. Could we go somewhere e-

Y/n: No need. It's lunch time and most of the rooms will be filled, so you both can stay here and talk about the case. You smiled, as you got up. Oh, do you want anything from the restaurant? I'm going to the place 5 blocks away, and it would be fair if you both didn't get lunch.

Pil-do: Yes. Anything will do.

Ji-Woo: Thank you, Y/n. Could you please bring me Kimchi fried rice?

Y/n: Sure thing. You winked, as you gave them a thumbs up.

Driving to the restaurant, you were extremely preoccupied that you didn't notice the black truck following you. After ordering, and waiting for your food, you stepped outside the building to take a call from your mother when suddenly a bag was placed of your head.

Freaking out, you trashed around, trying to get out of the kidnappers grip but noting happened. Trying once more, you got lose when they hit your head causing you to black out.

Waking up, you saw you were in a room, a room that looked like your typical bad guy hide out.

Gang-jae: Well, well, she finally wakes up.

Y/n: Gang-jae? W...let me go. You said, squirming in your seat.

Gang-jae: Awe, now why would I do that pretty? He said, as he took your face in his hands. I need you to get to Detective Ji-Woo. You see, she's the one that did this to my face, and she's the one that destroyed everything. That's why I need you to be the bait, and although it pains me to have such a beautiful creature like yourself be...mm...killed,id much rather have preferred to have you around. He said with a wink, that made you shake of discuss.

Y/n: You'll never g-

You were cut off as he taped your mouth shut, Gang-jae moved in and kissed you through the tape and walked away.

Gang-jae: Don't worry pretty, I'll make sure to send your regards.

You shook your head, trying to get out but nothing. Nothing was happening, you needed to get loose and quick to warn them. A while later, Gang-jae came back with some of his thugs telling them to rough you up a little, to make it look realistic for your friends to came and save you. To make it look like a matter of life or death.

With every punch, kick and slap, all you could think of was your two co-workers, ad what would happen to them.

A while later, you could see the moon shining in through the roof. Your whole body was aching, you felt like you wanted to just fall asleep and wake up after a year or two but that wasn't the case.

You heard footsteps, looking up from the ground you saw Pil-do. Pil-do placed his hand on his lips, showing you to keep quiet. After taking off the tape, he untied your feet followed by your wrists. The instant you were freed, your body automatically fell forward.

Pil-do: I've got you. He said, as he picked you up carrying you to the car.

All the while heading to the car, you heard a lot of officers running around the building to find any gang members they could find.

Pil-do: Officer Yo, drive to the hospital as fast as you can.

Y/n: P...Pil-do? You whispered, trying to stay awake.

Pil-do: Y/n, stay awake, we're on our way to the hospital. Everything's going to be okay...your going to be okay. He said, holding you in his arms, as he sat in the back seat of the police vehicle as he held your face while running his thumb up and down your cheek.

Time skip

Pil-do Pov

I watched y/n, as she laid in the hospital bed. With severe bruises, and some cuts y/n was going to be fine which stopped me from worrying. I couldn't move, all I wanted was to stay by her side until she woke up.

I was going threw the messages of the case on my phone, when I heard a familiar voice talking.

Y/n: Mm...Pil-do? Y/n, whispered as she shifted in the bed.

Pil-do: Y/n. I said, as I got up from the couch and sat gently on the bed.

Y/n: You came for me?

Pil-do: Of course, why wouldn't I?

Y/n: I...it was a trap...Gang-jae, set up a trap-

Pil-do: To catch Ji-Woo. I know. I said, as I ran my hand through her hair.

Y/n: I tried...i tried everything to get loose, so that I could c- she cut herself off as she coughed.

Pil-do: Here...drink some water.

I helped her sit up, as I gave her the water. Y/n drank some, and looked up at me as I placed the cup on the table.

Y/n: Pil-do?

Pil-do: Yes.

Normal pov

You moved forward, as you placed your arms around Pil-do's waist hugging him softly.

Y/n: Thank you...for saving me.

Pil-do: I'll always be there to save you, y/n. He replied, as he returned the hug.

You pulled away slightly locking eyes with Pil-do's. Leaning up, you placed a kiss on Pil-do's cheek, slowly coming back down to sit on the bed.

Pil-do: Y...you should get some rest, I'm going to stay here until Ji-Woo comes in the morning.

Y/n: You should go home and get some sleep.

Pil-do: I can't do that, they might come back y/n and who says they won't kill you this time? That's why I can't leave.

Nodding, you laid down covering yourself with the blanket facing Pil-do. Closing your eyes you drifted into sleep, but it barely lasted long until you jumped up screaming.

Pil-do: Y/n? Pil-do asked, as he jumped up running over to you.

Y/n: No-

Pil-do: Y/n, calm down. It's okay, it's just me. Pil-do said, as he hugged you tightly.

Y/n: No...please...dont l...lwt them take me again. You cried, as you held onto his jacket tightly.

Pil-do: Y/n-

Y/n: *cries* I...it was awful...*cries* I'm s...scared *cries*I'm so scared, I can't get that bastards face out of my mind *cries*

Pil-do: It's okay, I'm here...im not going anywhere y/n. Pil-do said, as he soothed you gently.

Two days later

Y/n: Are you sure I can stay here? I mean I don't want you to go out of your way, for me.

Pil-do: It's no problem. It's quite a big place, and it'll be safer until we catch them. He replied, as he put the bags in the room.

Y/n: How can I ever repay you, for your kindness?

Pil-do: You can make some of your delicious mochi.

Y/n: Deal.

Pil-do left on a phone call he received, leaving you alone in your room. The full length mirror was standing there, breathing in you lifted your shirt looking over the bruises that Gang-jae left on your body.

Pil-do heard a whimber and ran to the room. Running in, he saw you in your bra frozen as you look at him.

Y/n: I-you tried to scramble to get anything to cover up.

Pil-do: Don't. He said, as he came closer, so close you were barley touching.

Pil-do, lightly traced his fingers on the bruises that were on your body. He looked at the bruises that were on your hip, chest, stomach and legs. Shivering at his touch, your tears from before dripped on his arm which caused him to stop and look at you.

Pil-do, leaned in holding your face in his hands as he kissed you. Your eyes were wide, your arms that were by your side lifted as they held onto his arms as you kissed back.

Pil-do picked you up, your legs instant wrapping around his waist and arm around his neck as you deepened the kiss.

Placing you gently on the bed, Pil-do hovered over you kissing you again but instantly stopped himself.

Pil-do: Y...you should recover fir-

Y/n: You won't hurt me, I trust you. You said, as you smile gently up at him.

Pil-do: Are you sure?

Siting up, you held Pil-do's face and kissed him softly.

Y/n: Positive. Biting your lip, you kissed Pil-do again, as your hands ran down to take off his shirt.

Disgarding his shirt, Pil-do pulled you onto his lap and deepened the kiss if that was possible.

Pil-do: I love you...y/n. Pil-do said, in between breaths.

Y/n: I love you too.

Time skip

You looked over at Pil-do that was sleeping soundly, not being able to hide your smile you gently ran your fingers in his hair.

Pil-do: Mmm...wgat time is it? Pil-do questioned, as he moved into your touch.

Y/n: 2:00 am.

Pil-do: Why aren't you sleeping. He asked, as he opened his eyes sleepely.

Y/n: I...well...it's...-

Pil-do: Still the nightmares?

Y/n: Yes. You replied, as you tried to get out of the bed. I should...um...ahh-

Pil-do: No. Your staying here with me. Just put your head on my chest. What about this way. He said as he took you in his arms, both laying on your side facing each other. As he held you close to him, his chin on your head, as your was in his neck.

Y/n: This feels nice.

Pil-do: It is. I want to wake up like this everyday with you y/n. I want to hold you in my arms every night as we fall asleep. Would you...would you stay with me? Pil-do questioned, as he whispered in your hair.

Y/n: Yes. After everything, I would walk away Pil-do...that'll mean I'll be walking away from the man I fell in love with.

Pil-do: Great answer. But even if you left, I'd still be chasing after the one I love.

#My Name #Jeon Pil-do #Yoon Ji-Woo #Choi Moo-Jin #Do Gang-Jae #Jung Tae-Ju #Yoon Dong-Hoon #Ahn Bo-Hyun

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imonawholedifferentlevel · 20 days

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𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗣𝘁.𝟮 -𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗹

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴛᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ, ᴀꜱꜱᴀᴜʟᴛ, ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɢᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ

ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ:karsonromanoff

ᴀ/ɴ: ꜱᴏᴏᴏ ɪ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏᴏᴏᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ!

A few weeks later, I stopped in front of the Litchfield Maximum Security Prison.

"Cawol!" Avery yelled from the back, and I chuckled before getting out of the car and walking towards the back before picking Avery up from his car seat.

"Are you ready to go see Carol?" I asked him, and he let out a loud scream of excitement. I smiled and kissed his head before closing the car door and locking it behind me.

We walked into the prison and walked towards the stand. "Hello, is there someone you want to visit?" The woman asked me, looking up from her computer.

"Yes, I'm here to see Carol, Carol Denning," I said, and the lady's eyes widened in shock before she cleared her throat.

"And who are you to miss Denning?" She asked.

"Her girlfriend," I said, without any hesitation, and the woman nodded before she typed something into the computer. A few seconds later, a small printer next to her printed out a small sticker, which she then handed to me.

"Have a good visit, mamm, she said before clicking a button that unlocked the door next to me.

I walked through and was met with a visitation room where I saw a few people talking to inmates on the other side of the glass.

A CO walked up to me with his hands behind his back. He had dark, curly black hair and dark brown eyes. He looked down at my sticker, and a small smirk flashed across his face.

"I never thought I would see anyone visit Carol; they usually visit Barbra," he chuckled.

I raised an eyebrow at him, rolled my eyes, and hoisted Avery very high on my hip.

"Can I see her, please? That's all I want," I said, getting slightly irritated.

"Ok, ok, just sit down at one of the stations, and we'll send her to you," he said, and I nodded before walking towards a booth and sitting down.

I sat Avery on my lap and waited patiently, my feet tapping on the floor in anticipation.

I heard a door open, and I looked up.

My head thumped in my chest when I saw my girlfriend's small figure walking closer to me. The closer she got, the more I noticed her appearance.

Her once auburn brown hair is now dyed a dirty blonde, and her facial features have sharpened more.

When she saw me, her face lit up, and when the CO took the handcuffs off of her, she basically jumped into the seat, and we both took the phone before putting it to our ears.

"You actually came," she said softly, and I nodded.

"Of course I promised you I would," I replied.

"Cawol, Cawol!" Avery exclaimed happily, jumping in my lap and pressing his small hand against the glass.

Carol giggled and pressed her hand against the glass on top of his.

"Hello to you too, Avery," she giggled.

"How have you been?" I asked.

"Fine, aside from having to deal with Barb's annoying ass, everything is good," she said.

"Do you need anything?" I asked.

"Aside from you keeping visiting me, I think we're good," she replied.

"I wish I was there with you," I said with a deep frown.

"Me too, but you have Avery to take care of," she said.

I sighed, knowing she was right, but I found myself losing all touch with reality. With each passing day, I wasn't able to hold Carol in my arms.

"Y/n?" I snapped out of my daze, and I saw Carol looking at me with a slightly worried look.

"You ok?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, just deep in thought," I said.

She was going to say something, but we were interrupted by a CO. "Visiting times over Denning," he said, and Carol rolled her eyes.

"Asshole knows I literally just sat down," she grumbled, and I let out a small snort.

"Don't worry, I'll be back to come see you," I said.

"Ok, um, I love you," she said, not meeting my eyes.

"I love you more, Care," I said, and she gave me a small smile before getting up and leaving the room. My smile slowly faded to a frown, and I looked down at Avery when I heard him whimper.

"Shhh, don't worry, Bud, she'll be ok." I said, kissing his head, which seemed to calm him down.

It's been a whole year of me visiting Carol every two weeks, watching Avery grow up, me having to deal with my parents, and my sanity starting to slowly slip.

I had to listen to my parents ridicule me for still seeing Carol, which led to very violent arguments. One time, I almost beat my mother to death because she called Carol a slut. I would have killed her had it not been for my father coming home just in time.

And today wasn't any different.

"Y/N, come back here now!" My mother yelled, stomping after me.

"Fuck you!" I yelled, only to be slapped across the face.

I growled and pushed her against the wall, roughly making her cry out in pain and tumble to the floor. "Bitch," I muttered under my breath, and stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me.

I grabbed my phone and called the only person I could actually talk to.

The phone rang for a few minutes before I heard my girlfriend's angelic voice on the other side. "Hey, Y/N," she said.

"Hey, care," I replied, sitting down on the bed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked.

"I can't take it anymore; those assholes do nothing but smoke, drink, yell, and fuck around!" I ranted, my voice getting louder with each word.

"Woah, woah, babe, calm down," she said in a hushed voice.

"Just get Avery and leave the house. Try to cool down," she said. This wasn't the first time I had a temper tantrum. Shoot, me and Carol had our equal share of them, and the other would have different techniques to calm the other down.

For me, it was usually alcohol, but for Carol, it was affection and, most of the time, rough sex.

But today, that shit just wasn't going to work anymore.

"I can't Care," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I gotta go," I said.

"Huh? Y/n wait!-"

I hung up the phone and got up from my bed.

I had completely met my breaking point; the urge to have Carol back was too strong, and the strong blood lust for my parents' deaths flooded my brain.

I found myself walking into Avery's room, where he slept in his now-twin-sized bed.

I grabbed some bags and started to pack his clothes and put them in my car without drawing attention to myself. I was pretty sure they were drunk anyway.

I then walked back into his room, picked him up, and got into the car.

"N/n?" I heard his small voice ask as I buckled his seat belt.

"Don't worry, buddy, go back to sleep; everything's ok," I said in a resounding voice, and he nodded before closing his eyes again.

I got in the driver's seat and started to drive.

I drove for a while before I ended up at my aunt's house.

I got Avery out of the car with his bags and walked up to the house. I rung the doorbell, and a few minutes later, my aunt opened the door with a confused look.

"Y/n? What are you doing here this late?" She asked about fixing her robe.

"I can't say anything. Just please take Avery and promise me that you'll take care of him," I said, handing Avery to her and walking away to my car.

"What? Y/n wait!" She said, but I didn't listen and just got into my car and drove off.

I pulled into the driveway of my home and stared off into space, making sure I knew what I was going to do.

It was wrong, but it felt right; this was the only way me and Carol could be together again.

I opened my glove department, pulled out the large hunting knife, and made my way into the house. I slowly crept up the stairs until I reached my parents door.

I slowly opened it and walked towards my mom's side of the bed, and in one swift motion, I put the knife on one side of her throat and slid it across the skin of her neck.

Her eyes shot open as she choked on her blood, her eyes glistening with fear as she peered up at my now blood-soaked face.

I watched as she slowly stumbled from the bed and desperately crawled to the door. I just rolled my eyes, knowing she was going to die soon, and walked over to my dad's side.

I grabbed the bottle that was next to his bedside and let out a loud cackle, which woke him up, and he gasped when he saw me, which was exactly what I wanted him to do because I shoved the glass bottle down his throat.

He instantly thrashed and choked as I forced the bottle deeper and deeper down his throat. I grabbed my knife and started to stab him ruthlessly, my anger and pain flooding my senses with each stab.

When I finally backed away, the sight would have made anyone puke. The stab wounds were so bad that his intestines were basically hanging from his stomach.

I turned to my mom but was shocked when I didn't see her.

But I knew I would find her because the bloody trail she left told me everything. I instantly followed the trail down the stairs into the kitchen. I turned the corner and saw that she had the phone in her ear, trying to say anything to the operator, but she couldn't speak at all.

Her eyes widened when she saw me, and I felt my blood boil at the fact that she called the cops and wasn't fucking dead yet.

I stormed up to her and ripped the phone out of her hand and stomped on it until I could no longer hear the operator's voice anymore.

I then grabbed her by her hair and opened the fridge. I wedged her head between the doors and started to forcefully open and close the fridge door on her head.

Her gurgle of pain started to fade with each blow until she went completely limp and her sounds stopped. I slowly backed away, stepping over the small pieces of brain on the bottom of my shoes that were caked in blood.

All I could do was smile and laugh as I looked down at the body of my mom.

Finally......

We can be together again.

Finally

Finally....

FUCKING FINALLY-

"Police, put your hands up now!" I put up no fight as they tugged me up and slapped handcuffs on my wrist. I only repeated the same word with a blank face.

"Finally........."

#carol denning #lesbian #carol denning x reader #angst #carol smut #fluff #lgbtq #music #young carol #carol denning imagine #ashley jordyn #hennyrussell

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mntcoronet · 4 years

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everyone goes on about how animal crossing is good to help with isolation loneliness, but I have not felt as needed by any of the villagers as I have by my pal in pokemon mystery dungeon rescue team, so

#maggles ramblings #idk if that says anything about me or what but.#i just got off a call with some irl friends and it made me realise just how much I've been craving interaction with ALL my friends #yes even and especially the people i know on here!!!!#i miss y'all and I'm just not good at talking to people cos i overthink things a lot n i can't talk in servers cos they go too quickly and i #worry about saying the wrong thing. and if i send a message and no one replies i immediately think 'uh oh i done it now' so i overthink More #but anyway! im just. i love y'all so much and if you ever want to talk or just send me whatever so u can get by on minimum human interaction #then PLEASE do. don't worry about being awkward. everything's awkward just go for it if you want #that's a lotta rambling but anyway i love you guys i really do and i would absolutely die for my mutuals on here #Especially if we've ever talked at all ever

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Love is Outside the Screen - Part III - Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Warnings: (+18), smut, sexual themes, strap on use, teasing, fingering, sexual suggestions, explicit language, explicit, obscenity, a bit of praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, bottom reader mostly, switch dynamics, power dynamic changes, slight possessive sex, brief angst, alcohol mentions, arguing, jealously, fluffy.

Words: 7.935 K

A/N> Instead of writing my series, I'm continuing works that were finished already. This is basically porn honestly haha No, but jokes aside, we have fluffy moments with a lot of smut. Good reading everyone!

Part One | Part Two | All Works Masterlist || AO3

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Love is Outside the Screen - Part III

Northern Ireland, two years ago.

You slipped under the long wooden table as the script indicated.

Your character was supposed to give a slight nod, and then gasp because of the torso injury, and you followed the script perfectly.

When the director yells cut, you stand up, trying not to bump into the makeover they did on your clothes.

"That was great, guys!" Shouted Alex Graves in the direction of the cast scattered around the medieval set. "Let's call it a day."

You were exhausted.

The Game of Thrones footage was absolutely grueling, and time-consuming, although it allowed you to learn something new with almost every scene.

Walking back toward the dressing room to clean up your makeup, you smiled shyly at the girls in the salon who congratulated you on the day's performance while helping you to remove your costume.

While they were going through your hair, you decided to check your cell phone.

There were two missed calls from Lizzie, and you felt your heart swell with guilt immediately.

She had also sent you messages asking if everything was okay, or if you were busy, and saying that she missed you, and you wish you had answered them all, but your routine had been completely absurd.

You felt your chest ache with longing every time you thought of your girlfriend.

When you signed the contract, you knew the conditions, and so did Lizzie. But nothing prepared you for the real thing.

Almost three months without a decent conversation, not even video calls, and the lack of her in your life was making you frustrated and irritated all the time. You were sinking into the screenplay and the recordings, because you simply hated not having Lizzie in your day-to-day life.

"Thank you girls." You said as soon as you noticed the makeup completely removed from your abdomen.

The change in the script killed your character sooner than expected, and you should go home early, even though it was going to take two or three months, it was much less than originally planned.

Grumbling softly, you went back to the dressing room, deciding to call Lizzie now that you would have a little time alone.

She doesn't answer until the second-to-last ring.

"Yes?" Her husky voice signals that she was asleep, but all you can feel is your body shaking at the sound.

"It's me, baby." You reply tenderly as you sit back in the armchair, pressing the cell phone to your ear as if you wish you could reach into the device and touch your girl.

"Oh, hey." She comments sleepily, and you wonder if she has closed her eyes again, or even opened them. "It's late."

"I know, I'm sorry." You say leaning back in the armchair. "I wanted to check that everything was okay because I couldn't answer you earlier."

"Don't worry, darling." She says softly, almost sleepily. "I just missed you."

"Me too, my love." You assure her, feeling your chest tighten slightly. My god, you just want to see her, hold her, touch her. "Lizzie, darling, are you asleep?"

"Yes." She whispers, making you smile.

"I love you baby." You say. "Call me when you wake up, I will interrupt as many scenes as it takes to talk to you."

"Behave yourself in the studio, love." She mumbles sleepily, and you laugh lightly. It was the same warning she gave on your last day in California, on the way out of the airport. "I love you. And I miss you."

You cursed the entire movie company at once when you could perceive the upset in Lizzie's tone, even in her sleepy state. You repeated that you loved her one more time before hanging up the phone.

As you put your cell phone away to grab your keys and head back to the hotel, you wondered if a breach of contract was really so bad.

//-//

Present, California.

You felt Lizzie's arms wrap around you as soon as you made mention of getting out of bed. You smiled, turning your body to look at her.

Her sleeping figure with her eyes closed, her hair slightly tousled made your heart warm with affection.

You loved her so much.

Raising your hand to her face, you stroked her cheek gently with your thumb, and watched the woman sigh softly, and even in her sleepy state, lean into your touch.

"Lizzie." You called softly, trying to wake her up. And did so again until she mumbled softly, leaning her face against the pillow. You let your hand wander to her hair, enjoying the softness as you stroked her scalp with your fingers. "We need to wake up baby."

Lizzie just mumbled again against the pillow cotton, making you smile at the cuteness of that scene.

You moved closer only to deposit short kisses across her face, and only stopped when she let out a husky giggle.

"Good morning, love." You whispered against her ear, and were about to pull away, but she tightened her arms around your waist, keeping you almost on top of her, making you smile.

"Good morning." She sighed back against the skin of your neck, and you blushed slightly when you felt her inhale your perfume and then tighten her fingers around your waist. "Fuck, I love you."

You laughed softly at her sudden, hoarse confession, but let your arms slip around her shoulders, burying your body against Lizzie's. The tenderness was wonderful, and she moved one hand up to caress your back while the other remained on your hip, her thumb moving across the skin beneath your blouse.

You tilt your face away just to look at her, and already you find her with her eyes wide open, a shy smile on her lips.

"I love you too, babe, but we need to get up." You tell her, and you almost get the impression that she's not even listening, because all she does is look at your face with adoration.

You bite back a smile as you feel her legs move beneath you, her bare foot caressing your ankle before she spins you around quickly and stands over you, the sudden movement making you sigh and tighten your arms intertwined around her neck.

"Lizzie!" You exclaim humorously, but all you get is a low murmur as she sinks her body against yours and buries her face in your neck.

"How much time do we have?" She asks against your skin, her lips dangling on that sensitive part of your collarbone and sending a shiver up the length of your spine.

"Enough." You reply already affected by her touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Lizzie smiles against your neck, beginning to deposit chaste kisses against your skin, making you sigh softly.

It didn't matter how many times you had been together or for how long, your body reacted to her in the same way. You only hoped that you wouldn't be late for your appointment with the Marvel directors, but when Lizzie slipped her hand up into your pajamas, you didn't care about that anymore.

//-//-//

London, 1 year and 9 months ago.

It's your third time on "The Graham Norton Show."

You finished taping Game of Thrones the day before, and this was your last appointment before returning to California. To Lizzie.

Part of the cast is sitting next to you, and you are glad for that because you are distracted this evening and can use the time they answer questions to think about your girlfriend. And you miss her for sure.

Graham, the host, asked questions about the final season, and about day to day life on set, and after Kit Harington and Emilia Clarke commented on everything being amazing, and not telling anything about the plot since they weren't allowed to, you were slightly surprised that the subject shift went directly to the romance rumors between the cast.

"I hear that some of you have been becoming close friends outside the set." Graham begins with a chuckle, and you and the cast share a chorus of dissatisfaction that makes the audience laugh. "Which is normal in a long series of course. But we wanted to bring that in because we love gossip."

"Since I'm married, can I have a drink in the dressing room?" Kit jokes, drawing laughter from everyone.

"You're supposed to help us with the arguments". Graham replies humorously. He leans back in his chair slightly to point to the monitor behind him. "We have some behind-the-scenes photos here. And Miss Clarke looks very comfortable."

The audience laughed at the comment, and you tried to cover it up with an awkward laugh. It was a picture of Emilia Clarke, your colleague who plays Daenerys Targaryen, on your lap. But the moment was badly misinterpreted. The photo was taken right after one of the prom rehearsal scenes, and Emilia had gotten one of the coordinations wrong, and you laughed when she fell on you.

Of course, this kind of insinuation was happening because to the media, you two were two single women. And you were used to this kind of questioning, but still, it was always uncomfortable.

"We were dancing, Graham." Emilia argues humorously. "It's not what it looks like."

The audience lets out a chorus of disappointment, and you and Emilia giggle awkwardly.

"Was that the mating dance, ladies?" Graham teases and you want to dig a hole in the ground, but all you do is keep up with everyone's laughter. "Despite all the jokes, I think Marvel's couple is going to be threatened."

The comment makes your heart race, but the audience is very approving, applauding heartily.

At least with this you can talk about Elizabeth.

"Is tonight the night you are going to take over America's dream relationship or can we just keep saying that you and Emilia are together, since there is not the slightest chance that someone that attractive is single." Graham tells you with humor making the audience and cast laugh. You try to keep up, not wanting to seem rude. You wish you could tell him that there is nothing wrong with being single, but you don't think you want to create an awkwardness so you just settle back in your seat as you joke:

"Unfortunately I will deny it again, Graham" You reply. "And I'm not dating Emilia either, I assure you."

You spend the rest of the evening dodging the comments, and are exhausted by the time the interview is over.

"Hey, are you going back to the hotel already?" Kit asks you just as you walk back to the dressing rooms, and you deny it with your head.

"No chance, I'm leaving." You reply. "I'm going straight to the airport, I have a flight in two hours. What about you, Harington? Aren't you going home to see your wife?"

"I didn't know we were talking about wives." He jokes making you blush and look away. Kit didn't know about Lizzie, but he knew you had someone. "Of course I want to come home, but I still have some appointments here. And Rose is in Spain."

"That sucks, man." You comment and he murmurs in agreement, shrugging.

"Yeah, but longing sure makes the sex better." He retorts with amusement and you grimace before laughing.

"You're unbelievable." You joke before waving yourself off in farewell, turning in the direction of your dressing room.

As soon as you enter, you take your cell phone out of your pocket and try to call Lizzie, but it goes to voicemail. You leave a message saying that you can't wait to see her and get your things ready to leave.

After saying goodbye to the cast again, and taking a taxi to the airport, you receive a message, but it is not from Lizzie.

*Sara evil agent* sent you an attachment.

You frown at the matter. "Off-screen romance? Would GOT star Emilia Clarke be dating queer Marvel protégé?"

You call Sara the same minute.

"I literally said I wasn't dating her!" You complain as soon as she answers and hear Sara laugh on the other end.

"Oh, honey, I told you, the media loves a little gossip." She says. "And you need to stop setting up fake girlfriends so quickly, I can barely keep up."

You grumble in irritation and your agent lets out a giggle.

"Don't be so grumpy, it's just a rumor and the last time I checked you were a single woman so I don't see a problem." She says and you bite the inside of your cheek. Since your lack of excitement about GOT, Sara suspects something. Neither of you says anything, but you know she's not an idiot and figures you have a girlfriend. "Are you going back to LA already?"

"Yes, I'm catching my flight in an hour."

"I hope you're ready to record, Lady Vision." She jokes. "Your scene schedule is getting closer."

"I plan to rest this week." You warn, slightly distracted. "Game of Thrones really was something different."

"I just hope people like the ending."

You giggle and Sara wants to know why, but you don't give her any spoilers. After asking if everything was okay, and assuring her that you had eaten something before the interview, you hang up.

Lizzie didn't text you back and you fell asleep on the plane.

//-//-//-//-//

California, three years and eleven months ago.

Your heart was beating so fast that you could hear it in your ears.

But Lizzie's hand in yours was doing a good job of calming you down.

Maybe it was just because you had waited, or maybe it was because you were so much in love, but you don't remember feeling so nervous about the idea of having sex with someone. Not since your first time.

And well, now with Lizzie, it was actually only the first time you two were going to sleep together. You didn't have to be nervous, but you were.

Liz opened the bedroom door as soon as you two reached the room, and dragged you inside with her. You closed the wood as you entered.

The tension was palpable in the air, and you wondered if you stayed still long enough, she might hear your heartbeat.

You looked at her, your eyes locked on each other, and a shy smile on your lips as you approached, stopping inches from her body.

Lizzie holds her breath.

"Are you nervous?" You ask in a husky voice, raising your free hand to go around the length of her arm with your finger, admiring the way her skin shivers at your touch.

She just shakes her head and you smile, resting your hand on her cheek.

"It's just me." You comment as you lean your forehead against hers, and you both close your eyes in anticipation. "We can stop if you're not sure..."

"I'm sure." She interrupts half breathlessly, her hand tightening its grip before letting go of yours, so that she brings both hands to the sides of your neck. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You assure before breaking the distance, bringing your mouths together in a firm kiss that draws a sigh from both of you as your hands move up to Lizzie's waist.

It doesn't take long for the kiss to deepen, your tongues fighting together and the sensation making your head spin and your body heat up.

Lizzie gasped against your mouth before parting for breath, and you used the opportunity to let your fingers run down to the hem of her shirt as you pulled it up. In motion the piece was off, and she copied the same to remove your blouse.

You bit your lip as you looked at the sight of Lizzie's exposed torso in front of you, her nipples hardening in the air making you feel the tightness beneath your stomach increase.

You lunged forward, grabbing her left breast with your mouth, and Lizzie let out a loud noise in her throat, throwing her head back as your tongue skirted her left nipple.

She was so hot and smelled so good, and the sounds she was making were driving you insane.

You moved your hands up to her breasts as soon as you brought your mouths together again, your tongue circling hers as you played with her hardened nipples, and it wasn't long before Lizzie began to whimper, closing her legs and thrusting her hips towards yours for more friction.

You smiled against her lips, you would give her exactly what she needed.

//-//

California, one year and nine months ago.

Leaving your keys on the counter, you were surprised by the silence as you entered.

It wasn't that you wanted Lizzie to stay late to wait for you, except that it was exactly what you wanted.

You left your bag on the living room floor and called her name twice before assuming she was asleep.

Sighing slightly, you went up the stairs to your room, but it was empty. All the other rooms were empty, which made you frown.

Okay, you didn't expect Elizabeth not to be home just the day you were returning, after months of not seeing each other.

But you didn't have much time to think about what might have happened, because a clearly drunk Lizzie stumbled into the house, fighting against the lock and her own balance just as you were coming down the stairs.

"You're drunk?" You ask in a voice in a mixed tone of disbelief and concern upon seeing her, and Lizzie is startled for a moment before giggling.

"Look who's here, California!" She announced to the room with irony and with open arms, stumbling inside. "Hollywood's most eligible bachelorette, watch out ladies and gentlemen."

You frowned at the little scene, Lizzie walked with difficulty to the kitchen as you finished going down the steps, she murmured quietly and you with your arms crossed, trying to understand exactly what was going on.

"What happened to you?" you ask as you follow her across the room, Lizzie takes off her shoes with difficulty, almost falling to the floor at least twice. When you make mention of helping her, she holds up her hand for you not to, and you are starting to get worried.

"I went to have fun." She replies with a humorless laugh. "I can have fun."

"Of course you can." You retorted with a raised eyebrow, watching Lizzie take a deep breath and close her eyes as she leaned her back on the countertop, probably getting a headache from the way she buried her face in both hands for a moment. "Who did you go with?"

"I don't know, Mom." She sneered wryly, and you clenched your jaw. Lizzie laughed at your expression, and pouted. "Oh, did I upset you? Sorry, darling, I'll try to be a good girl for you."

You shook your head slightly.

"Babe, what is happ..."

"Don't call me that." She cuts off quickly and you look at her in surprise. Lizzie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and when she looks at you again, she has thick tears in her eyes and you feel your heart soar. "I saw the pictures on television, Y/N. I saw the pictures, I saw your interview, I saw the videos on instagram. And I guess I understand, because she's beautiful and we haven't seen each other in months but I thought you loved me..."

"wow, what are you talking about?" You interrupt, confused and frightened, and Lizzie looks like a complete mess. She is crying and you reach up to touch her face, and try to calm her down. "Babe, breathe, I don't understand."

She whimpers softly, and you wonder how much booze she really has consumed.

"You are going out with that woman and I love you and everything is horrible." She declares in a whiny voice and you look at her with a frown.

"Lizzie, what..."

But she pushes you and walks off toward the bedroom, and you try to keep her from falling over drinking at least three times until she can get up the stairs properly.

"Lizzie, wait, talk to me." You beg but she keeps walking and you enter the bedroom a moment after her, watching her walk to the closet and start throwing all her clothes out while mumbling about cheating.

You take a deep breath with your hands on your waist, letting out a humorless laugh. It was an absurd scene to say the least.

"Elizabeth Olsen, stop this immediately!" You command as soon as she steps out of the closet, and she widens her eyes slightly as she shifts the weight of her feet before veering to the floor. You sigh as you walk toward her. "Babe, look at me."

"No."

"Lizzie."

Reluctantly, she does so. You soften your expression, feeling your heart soar at the image of her face, longing invading your whole heart.

"God, I missed you." You confess half breathlessly and Lizzie looks on the verge of tears. "Darling, where did all this come from? I'm not seeing any other girl."

"I saw the pictures..."

"Lizzie." You interrupt seriously, shaking your head slightly as your hands land on her shoulders. "I have no one but you. I would never cheat on you, I don't know where that came from. I wish you hadn't drunk so much so we could have a serious talk."

Lizzie gives a mischievous little smile, her gaze half lost because of the alcohol.

"I'm not drunk." She mumbles clearly intoxicated, making you chuckle slightly.

"Of course not." You said as you pushed the loose strands of her hair behind her ears. "You made a mess in the bedroom, babe. Why don't you try to sleep while I clean up?"

Lizzie sighed, clearly tired but shaking her head in denial

"I don't want to sleep." She said as she brought her body closer to you, her hands squeezing your shirt. "I want you to fuck me."

You bit back a smile, looking at Lizzie with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah?"

She murmured in agreement, her fingers trying to open the buttons of your shirt, but she was clearly in no condition to do so.

"I'd like that too, but you're drunk." You say as you move your hands to hold hers, smiling at the grumble of frustration she lets out. "Go lie down, I'll get some water."

"But..."

"Bed, Lizzie." You ordered again as you intertwined your hands to lead her to lie down.

She was reluctant a few times but eventually agreed and lay her down on the mattress, placing the comforter on top.

When you made mention of getting up, she held your hand.

"Don't go." She asked softly with her eyes almost closed. You smiled.

"Aren't you thirsty?"

Lizzie denied and pulled your hand, you moved closer to lie beside her and she wasted no time in entwining her body in yours.

You let your fingers run through her hair and she sighed lightly, not taking long to fall asleep. You waited a few more minutes before moving, getting out of bed as gently as possible so as not to wake her.

After collecting the clothes Lizzie had thrown across the room and putting them away in the closet, as well as putting the party clothes she was wearing in the wash, you went back downstairs, looking for your bag to take to your room.

Your cell phone vibrated as you walked up the stairs.

It was a message from Scarlet, and you laughed lightly as you read its content.

“I heard you're coming home today, right? Lizzie was really upset about the rumors that you were dating, and asked me to take her out for a drink. I dropped her off at home, but she was pretty shaky. I didn't know you two had a thing, can we talk about it over coffee tomorrow?”

You were relieved that Scarlett was the person accompanying Lizzie, but now she knew you two had something. You were tired of it honestly. The secret. All you wanted was for everyone to know how much you loved Lizzie. And judging from recent events, that was a problem for her too. Or at least it was enough for her to drink more than she should.

But you would have to wait until Lizzie woke up to have this conversation, so you went back to your room, and after putting away the clothes from your bag, you took a shower and put on your pajamas, wasting no time in joining Lizzie in bed again.

//-//-//

Caribbean, one year and six months ago.

Following the music, you continued to dance slowly, your hand around Lizzie's waist while the other was entwined in the air with hers.

The luxury hotel where you were staying that week was hosting a Hawaiian themed evening, and well, after spending the day in the pool area, you decided to dance a little.

In that moment, with Lizzie in your arms, you were at peace completely. Moments like these, like waking up with her in your bed, or cooking together, or rehearsing your lines while curled up on the couch under the blanket were more than enough to make you sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Lizzie.

You smiled before pulling your body away slightly, just to look at her. And she looked back at you with the same adoration, her cheeks flushing slightly.

You spun her into your arms then, making her laugh as you pulled her back, your hands resting on her neck as your hips swayed to the rhythm of the ukulele of the band playing on the stage.

There were a few other couples around, but you could hardly notice anyone but Lizzie.

You continued dancing, and you rested your forehead on hers, closing your eyes and breathing in her perfume. Lizzie smiled, stealing a quick kiss before resting her chin on your shoulder, following the rhythm of the dance.

When the show ends, you follow the crowd in the clapping for a moment before Lizzie entwines your hands and pulls you toward the bar.

"That was fun." She comments with cheeks flushed from the dance, her smile soft as you stand near each other, your hands intertwined as you reach for the menu.

"Dancing with you always is." You retorted charmingly, releasing her hand only to fit it against your waist, drawing a chuckle from Lizzie.

You ended up sharing some drinks and snacks, and you were starting to feel higher with each sip.

Lizzie was in the middle of a joke when you interrupted her.

"Marry me?"

She blinked in surprise, a confused chuckle escaping her lips.

"What?"

Maybe it was the drinking. Probably not, because with the emerald eyes looking so intently, you suddenly felt very sober. Your heart raced too, but you were never more sure of anything than you were now.

"Marry me." You repeat with a confident smile. Lizzie blushes with wide eyes.

"You... Are you serious?" She asks in surprise, and you let out a sigh, moving closer to take her hands and put them down on your racing heart.

"I love you." You tell her with nothing but sincerity. "I want to spend my life with you. I was planning something bigger, perhaps, at your parents' summer house. I would get down on one knee in front of your family and hand over the ring I've been carrying for three months." You confess and watch her look at you in shock. "I've been waiting for the right moment, Lizzie. But I've just realized that every second with you is the right moment. I want you to be my wife. Do you want me to be yours?"

It took a second for her to react, her expression changing from shock to pure happiness, the tears appearing in her eyes and the smile so big it made her eyes small.

"Yes, yes, of course." She replied between one shy laugh and another, moving forward to kiss you over and over again.

You couldn't stop smiling as you kissed her, and you giggled against each other's mouths, pulling apart to embrace each other.

It didn't take long for the people around the bar to notice and start clapping, but you didn't care.

All you were seeing was your future wife.

//-//-//-//

California, 1 year and 9 months ago.

You finished putting the coffee jug on the tray, the last missing item, before carrying it to your room, taking careful steps not to trip over anything on the way.

Lizzie was already awake, but still in bed. The glass of water in her hands and the missing pill on her bedside table indicated that she was already treating her hangover.

"Good morning, darling." You greeted as you entered, walking over to the bed to leave the platter on top of the sheet next to Lizzie.

"You're home." She commented in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, you just made a noise with your mouth as she sighed, running her hand over her face, probably because of her headache. "When did you get home?"

"Last night." You respond by watching her. "Just before you."

"Sorry." She says moving closer. You gently pull away from her attempt to kiss her lips, and Lizzie frowns. "What?"

"I was worried." You state seriously. Lizzie lets out a sigh, leaning her back against the bed completely. "I thought you were going to pick me up at the airport, but you didn't call. And then I find the house empty. Until you arrived, completely drunk at dawn."

Lizzie crossed her arms, looking away. It was your turn to sigh.

"What's happening, Elizabeth?"

"It 's nothing."

"Elizabeth."

"Stop it." She asks impatiently, turning her face to you again. "Don't call me that."

You just frown in confusion. "It's your name."

"No." She exclaims annoyedly, closing her eyes for a moment. "You only call me Elizabeth when you're angry. And you can't be angry at me because I have the right to go out!"

You watch her stand up, as if running away from the conversation, and you sigh impatiently, massaging your temple with your finger. Lizzie begins to remove her dress, clearly intent on going to take a shower.

"I never said you had no right to go out, Elizabeth." You retort ignoring the annoyed grunt she lets out at you continuing to call her by her full name. "I just think I have the right to ask why after we agreed on something, you changed plans at the last minute and decided to disappear."

"It's funny that you want to demand something from me when you've spent the last few months without giving me any satisfaction of where or who you were with!" She accuses angrily and you grimace in indignation.

"Oh, so it's about my work?" You retort angrily. "The last time I checked we had decided that I was going to record and come home. You said you were fine with that!"

Lizzie gave a humorless laugh, her dress falling to her feet as she worked to remove her bra.

"Well, you know what, I wasn't!" She shouts angrily, throwing the bra angrily into the closet. You need to remember that you are angry with her as you have the vision of her breasts exposed in front of you while she is yelling at you. "I didn't agree to the endless get-togethers with all those sluts around you! And I sure didn't agree with your flushed face on television flirting with Emilia Clarke in front of the whole country!"

You stared at Lizzie in shock, but she just grunted in irritation before turning to go to the bathroom.

"No, I think it's so funny you bring that up, you know, Elizabeth." You spoke aloud as you stood up to follow her. "Because when I said Aubrey Plaza was flirting with you, you told me it was just business. But suddenly, Emilia is something that bothers you!"

"God, this is so different from Aubrey!" she retorts in irritation, finally naked, before stepping into the shower. You were beginning to find it hard to remember why you were fighting now that you had the view of her wet silhouette in the shower stall, as she raised her voice to be heard beyond the sound of the water. "We were supposed to be flirting in the interviews, it was all for the movie. You were just falling all over Emilia for no reason. All those smiles and giggles." She declares angrily, making you bite back a smile. Lizzie naked, angry and jealous was hot as hell.

"I really can't believe we are having this conversation." You complain as you unbutton your pajama shirt. "The most absurd part of it all is you thinking I would have anything with anyone else."

"You say these things but don't live up to them with your actions." She retorts, annoyed. "I wouldn't think anything of it if you didn't flirt with other people!"

"I didn't flirt with anyone!" You return defensively, your blouse finally coming off. Lizzie's annoyed expression almost falters, but she keeps her gaze above your breasts as you take off your pants. "And honestly, none of this would be happening if everyone knew we were dating!"

Lizzie frowns, her anger finally dissipating with your sentence. You step into the shower stall with her, and she looks at you dubiously.

"You...you want to go public?" She asks, studying you as the water falls on her back. You swallow dryly, keeping yourself in front of her.

"Only if you want to."

Lizzie holds out her hand for you to take, and when you do, she pulls you gently until your breasts are almost touching.

"Do you think we're ready for that?" She whispers as your foreheads lean against each other. You sigh as you rest your hands on her waist.

"With you, I'm ready for anything, Lizzie."

She sighs against your lips, her hands moving up to your neck.

"I can't think about that with you naked in front of me." She mumbles before moving forward against his lips.

Kissing shouldn't feel this good.

You slide your tongue over hers a moment later, and you both sigh in need, feeling the effects of so much time apart. Your hands move down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and forcing her against you, and the direct contact of exposed skin makes Lizzie whimper.

You press her against the glass of the shower stall, feeling the shower water against your back as you hold your mouths together in a passionate, hungry kiss.

When air was needed, you ran your kisses down your girlfriend's exposed collarbone, enjoying the way she sighed in anticipation, her hand moving up to the back of your neck to encourage you.

"God, I missed you." You sighed before sucking on the sensitive spot on her collarbone, making Lizzie whimper as she dug her nails into your shoulder.

She pulled your face back to hers, kissing you urgently, and you pressed your body against hers, your hands moving down to her thighs and up so that she entwined her legs around your waist.

The contact of your exposed intimates together made you both gasp in the kiss, but you slid your tongue against hers again, savoring her taste as your hands moved up to her breasts, squeezing and cupping them with a full palm, your fingers playing with her hardened nipples and making Lizzie sigh wetly.

"What is it baby?" you teased when she was unable to keep up the pace of the kiss, throwing her head back as she felt your hands pressing her breasts hard, and Lizzie grunted as she bit her lips to keep from moaning, looking up at you with dark eyes, clearly struggling to keep her expression impassive. You smiled, pressing your hips forward and watching her close her eyes tightly, unable to contain a low moan that escaped her throat. "I want to hear you, baby."

"I'm still mad at you." She declares in an affected voice, and you murmur in understanding, lowering your face to her collarbone, and licking and kissing the skin, making her shiver.

"Is this angry sex, then?" You sneer as you move your hips forward again, the sensation bringing a rising wave of pleasure to both of you. "It doesn't seem like it."

Lizzie sighs impatiently, and puts her legs on the floor, pushing you away by your shoulder.

You are so stunned by the sudden break in contact that you barely have time to absorb her turning off the shower before she pulls you by the hand out of the stall.

You were about to ask what she was going to do, but she pushed you onto the bed, and disappeared into the closet.

"Lizzie?" You called out uncertainty, preparing your apology speech for what exactly you couldn't say. But she walked out next, and the sight made your mouth go dry. "Damn."

Elizabeth was wearing a strap-on, the rubber penis already fitted in the front and ready for use. And from the determined expression on her face, she was more than willing to prove to you that she was pissed.

"Fuck me." You breathed aroused by the view, and Lizzie gave a wry chuckle as she approached the bed.

"Oh, I will." It was her only warning before she broke the distance, kissing you fervently, her tongue exploring your mouth and pulling the air from your lungs, making you see stars.

You let out a low moan, moving your hands up to her waist to pull her to you, but Lizzie pushed your hands away, breaking the kiss and moving one hand up to your neck, squeezing lightly as she made you look at her.

"Knees, ass up." She commanded in a husky voice, her gaze glittering with lust, you bit your lips to keep from moaning again, feeling your pussy pulsate with desire as you obeyed, turning on the bed quickly as Lizzie positioned herself behind you. "I'll teach you not to flirt with other girls."

"I was n-fuck." Your speech turned into an horsy whimper as she suddenly penetrated you with the dildo, you were so wet that she had no problem at all, the toy slipping into your folds with ease, filling you completely. Lizzie chuckled breathlessly, her hands steadying your hips.

"God, you're so hot." She murmured, moving slowly inside you, the action making you clench your fists in the sheets and arch your back, your pussy clenching against the dildo.

"Fuck, Lizzie."

She thrust again, this time hard, her hands squeezing your hips as she went deep inside, making you moan loudly.

Before establishing a rhythm, she leaned against you, her hand coming up to your hair and pulling you back as she brought her mouth to your ear.

"You are mine." She whispered before she thrust hard inside you, making you moan. "Do you understand?"

"Not quite yet, try harder." You teased breathlessly, the pleasure at having the dildo all the way inside you making you half dizzy. Lizzie grunted angrily, this time stroking even harder, making you see stars as you whimpered, your body beginning to tremble.

"Quit being a brat or I'm going to fucking stop." She warned against your ear, thrusting more slowly this time, and you moaned breathlessly, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Lizzie set a slow pace, but thrusting hard as you moaned and whimpered, every time the dildo entered you making you even wetter and aroused, to the point that you were unable to hold back the loud moans, and she giggled.

"Look at you, a horny, begging mess." She sneered against your ear. "You are mine, and only mine."

She whispered, her strokes deep inside you. "I want you to remember that when you flirt with other girls. How good I make you feel."

You whimpered, your pussy clenching against the dildo for more, Lizzie keeping the strokes torturously slow. Seeing your state, she laughed softly, pulling out of you completely.

Before you had time to complain, she turned you over on the bed, spreading your legs as she bent down, thrusting deep inside you. Your moan died against her lips as she kissed you hard, laying against you as she buried the dildo inside you.

You could feel Lizzie everywhere. Her breasts against you, her lips on yours, and it was too much. She thrust hard again, deep and fast as you had your legs around her waist, and her tongue on yours, and you began to tremble in spasms, pleasure spreading throughout your body.

Lizzie smiled against your lips as you lost the ability to respond to the kiss, moaning and whimpering at the closeness of your climax. Her mouth moved down to your neck as she kept up the pace of the thrusts inside you, and your hands tightened around her waist, pulling on her hips for more friction.

It wasn't long before you fell over the edge, the tightness under your belly exploding, the pleasure spreading to the tips of your feet as you moaned against Lizzie's ear, crumbling under her.

As you tried to normalize your breathing after such an intense orgasm, she straightened to look at you, her eyes had adoration in them.

"You did so good." She praised against your lips. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"I did." You replied in a husky voice, taking a deep breath to control the effects of climax.

In one swift motion, you spun you two around on the bed, sighing as you felt the toy move inside you.

"Now you will learn to honor your appointments, Miss Olsen." You warned as your hands moved down to the latches of the strap, removing it as Lizzie bit her lips, looking at you with a mischievous gaze.

You shifted to remove the strap and toss the toy on the floor, returning to sit on Lizzie's lap, your mouth returning to hers immediately.

When she began to move beneath you, you smiled against her lips, pulling away as you rested your forehead against hers and let your fingers play with her wet entrance.

"Use your mouth." She asked breathlessly, her nails digging into your arm.

"My baby wants my mouth?" You teased, moving forward to lick her lips and pulling away with a short laugh when she moaned as she chased your mouth unsuccessfully. You circled her clitoris with your fingers, and Lizzie gasped. "The next time you want to get drunk, at least text me, my love." You warned as you penetrated her with two fingers at once, feeling her hot and slippery, while Lizzie moaned loudly against your mouth. "Do you understand?"

You removed your fingers, playing with her entrance until she nodded frantically, pushing her hips toward your hand. But you laughed lightly, pulling your hand away completely, and leaving her with a confused expression.

"I thought you wanted my mouth." You scoff, already ducking, as Lizzie looks at you expectantly.

"God, you always fuck me so good." Lizzie comments as you kiss her thighs, moving down. You smile against her skin, finally reaching her pussy.

You stare at her before moving forward, your tongue against her clitoris as she sighs with need.

"Don't torture me." She begs breathlessly, her wrists locked on the bed, you smile, lingeringly licking her, and she closes her eyes tightly.

"I won't, my love." You assure her before returning your mouth to her pussy, kissing her entrance before you begin to suck and lick, devouring her with desire.

She moans loudly, letting out affected sighs with each movement of your tongue inside her, and you hold her thighs to keep her open for you as you eat her out.

It doesn't take long for Lizzie to reach her edge, already near the limit from fucking you, but it's still delicious to have her crumbling against your mouth like a weeping mess, her orgasm on your tongue as she screams your name.

You climb your body back up onto her, and kiss her tenderly, unlike anything so far.

Lizzie is trying to control her breathing from the climax, but sighs in satisfaction as she tastes herself on your tongue.

As silence falls over you, you sigh lightly, your hands caressing her face.

"Are we okay, Lizzie?" You ask as you settle down to lie across from each other. She leans into the touch of your hands, as her hands come up to your waist.

"I don't know." She confesses. "But I want us to be."

You smile, using your finger to take a strand of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear.

"Do you think going public will make us better?"

"I don't want to love you in secret anymore." She says and you feel your heart soar. "Do you understand?"

You smile. "Yes, babe. I feel the same way."

She gives a relieved smile, her gaze passionate. You break the distance, and kiss her gently.

When you break the kiss a moment later, you look quickly at your bodies. "I think we should have this conversation with clothes on." You comment and Lizzie giggles.

"Later. Now I show how much I missed you in my bed." She says before bringing your lips together again.

You certainly wouldn't object to that.

//-//-//

Atlanta, three years ago.

You hesitated at the entrance to the restaurant.

Through the window you could see Lizzie, and all your cast mates, as it was the closing celebration of the WandaVision filming.

You swallowed hard, the object in your pocket suddenly becoming too heavy.

You startled slightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"I guess we're both late, huh?" Kathryn Hahn, your cast mate, remarked gently, putting her car keys away in her pocket clearly having arrived right with you.

You gave her a lopsided smile and she noticed your hesitation, assuming a worried expression.

"Everything okay?" She asked.

You shifted your gaze to the window again, watching Lizzie giggle shyly, her gaze shining slightly. She looked around too, searching, and you knew it was for you.

"Yeah, I just...I was just having a moment of doubt." You say still looking at Lizzie. Kathryn followed your gaze, and smiled, but didn't comment on it.

You sighed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the object.

"Wow, are you going to...?" Kathryn asked in surprise but you gave a humorless laugh.

"No, I couldn't." You say swallowing dryly, and looking away from the velvet box. "I don't know if I'm ready."

"And when either of us are?" Kat returned, making you smile.

"How did you know you were going to say yes to your husband?" You asked next. Kathryn sighed thoughtfully.

"I didn't." She replied. "There's no way to know until you get asked. But what I did know was that I loved him. And that's what really matters."

You absorbed her words in silence, and then put the box back in your pocket.

"I think she loves me." You say. "That will be enough until I find the right moment."

Kat murmurs in understanding, and then pushes her shoulder against yours lightly.

"Just don't wait too long." She warns with a smile, nodding her head signaling for the two of you to enter the restaurant and join the rest of the team.

When you enter, any thoughts of Lizzie denying your marriage proposal are driven out by the image of her contented smile when she sees you arrive.

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A/F/N> I'm not even gonna try to say this is the last time i'm continuing this work because at this point, I just know I don't believe my own words anymore haha. Tell me what you think people.

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years

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Feelings

Fwb! Jay x fem. bodied! reader; implied fwb to lovers (?)

Genre: smut

Word Count: 3.2k words

Mellow speaks: I'm done with this at last! Lmao I definitely went overboard, but idk I felt like the plot required it hehe. I love writing for Jay, and this was no different, so I hope you guys enjoy reading this! Thanks for the request dear anon, and I hope everyone who was looking forward to it likes it!

"What if you end up catching feelings for me?"

"Don't worry Y/N, I don't do feelings."

Thinking back on your conversation from half a year ago, you let out a sigh, getting ready for your night out. When the two of you had come up with this arrangement, you had been wary of starting to see Jay as something more than just your friend and one-time hook-up. Having had known him for a little over three months, you couldn't deny the chemistry you shared with him, the sexual tension having resulted half-hearted confessions of love in his bedroom, interspersed with all things inappropriate as you finally gave in to your urges. You knew you should have stayed away, considering he was your friend and not some random guy you'd picked up at a bar, but in your defense, the sex had been amazing.

So amazing that barely two days later, you had found yourself back at his doorstep, smashing your lips onto his the moment he opened the door. The next morning had found you half dizzy and fully naked, once again in the same bed you had promised yourself you'd never find yourself in again. It had been him who had suggested it, and though you weren't exactly down for it, he somehow smooth-talked his way into your brain, convincing you to cave in. "No feelings involved," had been the rule, and at that time, Jay had made it seem as if it would work out. "We'll just be friends," he had said, and like a lust-driven fool, you had believed him.

Yet here you are, slapping yourself internally as you tried to remind yourself you weren't supported to harbor feelings for him. He was just an ordinary guy, right? Nothing special, except that god-gifted body of his and that masterpiece of a dick. The mere thought makes your mouth water, as you continue to think about just how Jay is nothing but "ordinary." But it proves to be harder than you think, being reminded of the way his smile makes his eyes crinkle, or the way he gets pouty when someone teases him. You sigh again, looking at your reflection one last time.

Maybe, just maybe, those late night meetings which slowly turned in late morning goodbyes had done something to you. Maybe, just maybe, you had grown soft for Jay Park, and it is somehow enough to make you nervous to the bone.

But the moment you enter the club, all your nervousness flows out the window (or so it would seem to an outsider) as a smile makes it way onto your face, which morphs itself into the confident facade that only you can see through. Well, you and Jay. Speaking of the devil, you're barely two steps in when you hear someone call your name, and craning your head, you notice said man beckoning you over to the bar counter, a lazy smirk on his face as he talks to some other friends of yours. Walking over to him, you give your "friend" a side hug, eyes falling downwards as you realize he's staring at you. "What are you looking at?," you ask, shy all of a sudden. But instead of replying, he shoots you a question of his own, asking, "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?," as he quirks an eyebrow at you.

That causes you to look up at him, and when you don't say anything, Jay leans in, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispers, "You seem a teensy bit tense. Maybe I'll help you relax later." He pulls away, that smirk back on his face, but before you can say anything, his attention is driven away from you as he feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, his expression morphs into one of surprise as he sees his classmate-slash-co-worker from the diner he works at part-time. What he fails to notice however, is the way your expression turns into one of irritation, because said co-worker is not just any random diner waitress, it's one you know for a fact has a crush on Jay.

A crush that the man in front of you loves to deny the existence of, despite you telling him about it multiple times. "Honestly, why would anyone want to go out with me when at this point, it's practically common knowledge that you, Y/N L/N, are the only one lucky enough to get a taste of this dick?," he would always reply whenever you brought her up, waving off your words as he checked his reflection, turning back to you only to say, "Y'know what? I think I see the appeal."

And so, it's hardly surprising that he doesnt register the fact that her hand is roaming all over his arm and moving onto his torso, having immersed himself too deeply into the animated conversation he's having with her. Biting the inside of your cheek, you decide to leave when it gets too much, only to have Jay grab your wrist. "Where d'you think you're going?," he asks, eyeing you curiously. "To dance," is all you say, walking away and onto the dance floor.

His eyes follow you as you start moving your hips to the music, a chuckle escaping his lips as you stumble slightly. He tries to make himself appear interested as his co-worker continues to talk his ear off, but it's hard when you look so innocent and yet so dirty in that pretty outfit of yours. However, it doesn't take it long for the soft smile on his face to turn into a frown, as his eyes catch someone patting you from the back. Within no time at all, or so it appears to him, you seem to have gotten yourself company, throwing your hands around the stranger's neck as continue to dance, a smile visible on your face. He grip tightens around the beer jug he is holding, and he doesn't even take notice, his eyes firmly fixed on you.

Unbeknownst to him, your eyes too, are still on him, even as you continue to laugh and talk to the gorgeous stranger who had walked over to you. You had been hesitant to let your guard down at first, but then you thought, "If Jay can have someone clinging to him like that, then so can't I?" While you hadn't intended on making him jealous, seeing him be bothered to see another's hands on you does do a little to boost your pride, and before you know it, you're leading the stranger back towards the counter, sitting down a couple seats away from Jay.

You casually turn around to gauge his expression, your own hardening as you realize that now, it is him who has his hands on the girl, smirking at you while squeezing her butt ever so slightly as she practically sits on his thigh. That's when you decide to not to let his nonchalance ruin your night, turning your attention back to the person in front of you. Talking to him, you begin to realize that he's actually quite cool, making you laugh every two minutes. Had your mind not been so messed up about Jay, you might actually have given this guy a chance, you think to yourself, flinching slightly as you feel his hand resting on your thigh. Noticing your discomfort, he quickly takes it away, stuttering. "I-I'm so-sorry. Is it o-okay if I-?," he asks, only to have you place it back on your leg. "I don't see why not," you smile, the image is Jay's hands on the girl burning behind your eyes.

You don't notice it, but Jay is still watching you, his jaw clenching as he sees you throwing your head back in laughter. "Who is he to make her laugh like that?," he mutters, shaking his head to remind himself that you're not his partner. You don't notice it, but he does, frown deepening as he sees the guy's hand moving up your thigh ever so slightly. Jay feels his fist clench, unable to stop himself as he watches him lean closer to you. The next thing you know, you're being pulled away from him by your wrist, an evidently passed of Jay leading you toward the back of the club.

"Jay stop. You're hurting me," you say, trying to wriggle your wrist out of his grasp as he pulls you into an empty alcove in the very corner, only to have him turn around and pull you towards himself, his eyes filled with anger. "You like have random losers have their hands all over you, don't you?," he says, his voice barely above a whisper as he pushes you against the wall, trapping you with one arm as the other rakes down your clothed body. You've never seen Jay like this, and while you have to admit he looks a hundred times hotter, you're also a little scared. But instead of cowering in fear, you look him right in the eye, practically challenging him as you say, "And what about that hoe that threw herself on you, huh?"

The moment those words leave your mouth, Jay roughly takes hold of your skin, pulling your face ever so slightly towards him, his breath fanning your lips. "Aha," he says, a smirk making its way onto his lips. "So you mean to tell me you were being a slut just to make me jealous, huh? Well guess what, it worked." And with that, he smashes his lips onto yours, the force causing your head to hit the wall. The surprise and the pain makes you open your mouth to let out a gasp, but he takes the chance to push his tongue inside, exploring every inch of your mouth while his hands move all over your body, leaving goosebumps on your skin their wake before coming to rest near your hips.

You moan into the kiss as Jay squeezes your hips, making him smirk as he kisses your harder, your hands making their way to his hair, tugging on them gently. Pulling away from your lips, he shifts his attention to your onto your jaw, making his way down to your neck as he leaves a trail of kisses in his wake. Having slept with you countless times during the past six months have made him perfectly familiar with your body, and so, it takes him less than ten seconds to find your sweet spot, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he sucks on it, your hand entangled them into his hair a little harder. Once he's done leaving a mark, Jay softly licks the skin on your neck, smiling to himself as he feels you shiver. "I've barely touched you, and you're already shaking, love," he says against your skin, his hands ghosting over the hem of your dress, before dipping down and coming to rest against your thighs.

"Tell me, did he have you shivering like this, hmm?," he asks, as his hands run towards the inside of your thighs, running over your core gently, almost imperceptible. This causes a whine to escape your lips, as you press your chest against his, hoping to get him to do something. "Why so desperate, love? We have all the time in the world," he smirks, pulling away only to draw the curtains to the alcove, so that no one would see you. Once he's done, his hands find themselves on the zipper of your dress, pulling it down. His cold fingers brush against your back as your dress gives way, causing you to involuntarily move closer to him as the fabric slips down your body.

Once you're left in nothing but your underwear, you decide to take matters into your own hands, growing frustrated at the slow pace Jay is taking. So the next moment finds you placing your hands onto his shoulders, as you start grinding your barely clothed core against his fully clothed member, his hardness making itself obvious as it rubs against you. The feeling makes you let out a moan before it is suddenly gone, Jay pushing you back until your back hits the table. Smirking, he lifts you up, placing you onto the tabletop as his hands make their way to your bare boobs, the feeling of his fingers pulling on your left nipple making you mentally pat yourself on the back for not wearing a bra. You throw your head back, a moan escaping your lips as you feel wetness pooling between your legs due to Jay's lips latching onto your right boob, sucking on it.

Not knowing what to do with your hands, you let them back to his hair, moving downwards only to push his leather jacket off his shoulders, leaving him in his T-shirt. Pulling away, he hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down as he pushes you down onto the table. You can't help the whimper that leaves your lips as he pushes your thighs apart, licking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy. "Damn, baby. We've just started and you're already soaked," he says, pushing a finger inside you. You gasp in pleasure at the feeling, throwing your head back as he makes figure eights inside you, before pushing in another finger, stretching your core. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them as he draws you out.

Sensing your wetness growing, he suddenly pulls his fingers completely out of you, the whimper that leaves your lips quickly turning into a gasp as his tongue replaces the emptiness, quickly lapping up your hole as his fingers move to tease your clit, rubbing your bundle of nerves and eliciting a string of moans from you. "Fuck Jay, ahhh. Faster," you say, bucking your hips as he lets out a soft chuckle, the vibrations drawing you closer to your edge. He senses you inching nearer to your climax, speeding up the face as his fingers continue to torture your clit, causing your eyes to close shut as you cum over his tongue. He laps up every last bit of your juices, moving up to place a soft kiss on your lips as you run your tongue against his bottom lip, tasting yourself. Pulling away, he whispers, "My turn," the smirk on his face causing your mouth to water.

You don't waste a single minute in jumping down the table, getting on your knees as you fiddle with his belt, taking it off. He decides to help you out by popping open the button of his jeans, slipping it down his legs as you palm him through his boxers. Weaving his hand through your hair, Jay groans, "You're not in a position to tease me right now, love," his voice causing you to gulp as you finally pull his boxers down, exposing his hard dick. Licking your lips, you take him into your mouth, an inch at a time, until he's almost hitting the back of your throat, your hands on his balls aa you start bobbing your head up and down. He guides you by tugging on your hear, groans and moans escaping his lips as he leans back against the table. "Fuck, baby. You really know how to work that mouth," he mumbles, a deep grunt following after as you continue to massage his balls, tongue swirling around his girth.

Every so often, you graze your teeth against him, sending his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he grips your hair just a little harder, his dick hitting the back of your throat. This causes you to gag, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure through Jay as he feels himself inching closer towards his release. "W-wish he c-could see you like t-this, on y-your knees for m-me," he mutters in between pants, tugging on your hair as you let out a gasp at his filthy thought, the feeling finally throwing him over the edge as he releases into your mouth, his body shaking ever so slightly. You swallow his seed, running your tongue over your lips before smacking them, his taste making you smile.

Your expression quickly morphs into one of surprise though, as Jay doesn't waste a second in pulling you up roughly by the arms, only to throw you onto the couch, the menacing glint back in his eyes. "All fours," he growls, and you find yourself complying, scampering to get back on your knees while a giggle escapes your lips in anticipation for what's to come. But instead of feeling his member against your core, what you feel is a sharp pain across your butt, realizing belatedly that you just got slapped. Turning your head back, you see him smirking once again, taking a condom out of his jeans as he says, "What was that giggle for, hmm? You think it's funny?" Before you can reply, though, he thrusts into you without warning, pushing hilt deep before pulling back out, eliciting a loud moan from you. "That's right love. Tell them who's showing you a good time," he says, moving into you again, hitting right into your G-spot and making you see stars.

"Ah fuck Jay. Go faster," you moan out, earning another slap on your butt, the man behind you growling, "I didn't say you get to make demands," while continuing to thrust into you, pushing you dangerously close to your edge. Just when you feel you're about to cum though, Jay suddenly stops moving altogether, making you let out a whine in frustration. "I have half a mind to just leave you hanging like that," he says, a chuckle escaping his lips, "But since you're being so good to me. I'll let you cum. But only when I tell you to." And with that, he finally begins to thrust into you again, his movements becoming sloppier as he nears his own climax. Soon enough, you feel the knot in your stomach about to burst, barely managing to moan out an "I'm a-about to-." Slowing his movement once again, Jay grunts, "Wait for me, love," as you feel your climax receding back, the exhaustion leaving you breathless and wanting more.

You buck out your hips, hoping to get him to move faster, and to your surprise, he complies, picking up the pace again, his grunts becoming louder as he releases into the condom, the sensation enough to throw you over the edge again, as you cum all over his sheathed member, eyes closing shut from the sheer intensity. Coming down from your high, you all but collapse onto the couch as Jay gently pulls out of you, grabbing a napkin from the table and coming over to clean you up. You belatedly register what he's doing, smiling to yourself. He had always been gentle that way, remembering to help you up after ruining you completely. "Let's get you home," he says softly, throwing your dress towards you.

As you begin to get dressed, Jay can't help the smile ghosting over his lips as he thinks to himself, "Did I just catch feelings?"

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alecxaheart · 3 years

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Falls At 4419 | Bang Chan Oneshot

✎ Genre : Strangers to Lovers AU, Fluff

✎ Pairings : Bang Chan X Reader

✎ Word Count : 2.1k words

✎ Synopsis : Who could've thought that your ride to love life starts at a bus stop.

✎ Requested.

You had the usual tiring daily routine for the rest of your life. Your weekday mornings start with your alarm clock greeting you "good morning" in the most annoying beeping way as possible. What a gentle reminder, too, to tell you that it's almost time for work.

" Work again? " you groaned at the thought, hands reaching out to the bedside table to turn off the alarm. Once you did, you forced yourself out of the bed and start preparing for today.

You were completely exhausted due to the stack of work your boss gives you.

It's to the point that it made you sleep deprived, haggard or just messy in general. You don't even know if you ever managed to cover all of that, physically, with make-up. However, when it came to your words and actions, it's noticeable when one paid attention. It's a good thing that Ms. Han was blind to that, or else you'll be told that you're lacking and higher chances of you getting fired.

But aside from every negative thing about your occupation, so far your performances were praised by your co-workers. Salary has never been a problem, in fact, you've been paid higher than expected. Maybe it's from the plus being Ms. Han's pet-sitter — for the love of all things, it had to be a cat.

You're almost done preparing for work. With your feet taking a quick slip into your black heels, you're on your way out of the house. Clacking noises could be heard each time your heels meet the pavement.

As you were headed towards the bus stop, you felt something vibrating from your purse. Opening it, you found your phone ringing. The caller ID displays the name of your boss, Ms. Han. What could be the kind of good morning greeting I'll receive from her today?

You answered it and placed it to your right ear, immediately hearing your name. " Assistant (L/N) (Y/N)! " Ms. Han called out through the other line.

" Good morning to you too, Ms. Han. You have matters to discuss with me at this time? " You replied, stopping at your tracks as you've reached the bus stop. All you need to do now is wait for the bus and keep yourself together with whatever Ms. Han may throw at you.

" I'm assuming you've already done the project for today, " You hummed in response. There was sound of a slight slip from the other line, you assumed that Ms. Han was drinking tea. " Make sure to deliver that presentation well. After that, I want you to attend the board meeting this afternoon on my behalf. Send them my sincere apologies for I have other more important business matters. "

So much for being trustworthy..

" Noted, Ms. Han. " Your ride finally came. Once it opened it's doors, you hopped in and tapped your card at a machine.

" Also, fix this week's schedule. Cancel everything on Friday, " Ms. Han added. You ended up seating at the very end of the bus, beside the window. It just happened to be the only row of seats that's vacant.

" Got it, Ms. Han. Anything else? "

" Ah, right. After the board meeting, take care of Eliza, " Her cat – you should've seen that coming. " Don't worry about the ride to my house, my driver will be picking you up. " She continued, taking one more sip at her tea. The ride was never a problem, but her cat is. Nevertheless, you accepted it since you both needed the job and money.

It didn't took that long until the conversation finally ended. When she hung up, you deeply sighed and looked out of the window. Spring was almost over, the atmosphere started to get colder. The cherry blossom trees began to slowly wither, every petal that has fallen decorated the road and sidewalk. It was both exquisite yet melancholic. Could you ever compare yourself as a cherry blossom? To bloom all over again yet someday, you'll wither once again. Possibly.

As you were gazing outside, your eyes widened as you saw someone else's reflection who sat beside you. His airpods plugged in his ears as he bobbed his head to the beat. You never knew or felt that his presence is already there, not until right now.

He's the same guy you meet each day whenever you took this bus. To be honest, he's eye-catching ever since the first time you saw him. He had the usual black outfit. Curly brunette headed, tall nose, dazzling dark brown orbs, lips — Okay, let's stop fawning over him. In conclusion, he has very well defined facial features. It was obvious that he's one of God's masterpiece, many should've envied him with that.

Despite of him always being your seatmate when the seat next to yours is vacant, you both never conversed with one another. Even with him having an eye for you from the start, no one even dared to start one.

Although, maybe today's a bit different.

The bus abruptly stopped in its tracks as the stop light just switched to red. The driver groaned and scratched the back of his neck.

At the back of the bus, there's you who is silently staring at the window. Awfully close to the window. However, when the bus hit the brakes, your forehead bumped onto the glass. " Ouch! " You groaned in pain as you held your forehead, checking if it bled and to ease the pain. The curly brunette noticed this and paused the music he's playing on the phone. He shifted in his seat to face you, " Are you okay? ". Your eyes met his worrisome ones and it made your heart skip a beat. He's more dashing when he's this close to you. It also made you more timid towards him that you began to stutter, " I- I guess I'm okay.. ".

" Let me see, " He reached out to your hand that's covering your forehead. His hand accidentally touched the sore part in the process, causing you to wince in pain. He whispered an apology before carefully taking your hand off and scan your forehead. He sighed in relief, " Thankfully, it wasn't such a big impact but it did turn red. You can place ice or put an ointment on it as soon as you get off, ok? " You responded with small nod and smile, your heart melting at his kindness.

He carefully placed his hand on your head and light pushed it back, gesturing you to rest. You gladly complied and he smiled, showing his dimples. It was cute, you thought.

" Does it still hurt? " He asked.

" A bit but bearable, " You replied, closing your eyes.

" How about a small talk to distract you from the pain? "

" Sounds good to me. "

" My name's Chan, you? "

" The name's (Y/N). It's nice to finally know you, Chan. "

And that's how everything started to blossom, at the end of Spring.

After that day, you started to anticipate what's going to happen on the next days that you never complained about the annoying beeping clock at dawn ever again. Especially and specifically, on the bus. Your mornings now start with you enthusiastically getting up and preparing for work. Chan happened to bring more interest into your life.

You don't know what kind of sorcery Chan does to always know how to remove your stress or just to make your days better in general. However, you don't mind it. Instead, you're really thankful for it.

You blossomed more in Fall, like a cosmos flower. You bloomed while the rest withered.

You excelled so much at work. The company was at its rough times, yet you handled everything outstandingly that you were praised by the whole company. Even Chan was happy for you, which mattered to you most.

" I knew you were exceptional ever since the beginning, " He murmured while hugging you securely, smiling. You, too, smiled brightly and blushed at that.

It's not only you who blossomed this fall. Your love, too, bloomed in Fall.

You never knew that the potential crush you had for Chan back when he was just a seatmate at the bus would grow. You fell head over heels for his giggles, smiles, kindness, goofiness, just for him. It keeps getting stronger as more time passes that you couldn't control it anymore. This was a first ever since you started working. You never really paid attention to your love life since work was always in the way. You're foreign to this feeling, you're clueless on how to handle it.

This love is the most amazing feeling, you'd be honest. Yet you fear that you'll be rejected or wouldn't be loved back. Then love would be the worst feeling.

Although, your faith and hope will never be taken away from you until the day hasn't came yet, until there's a possibility. You'll keep hoping on his small gestures you'd like to think are hints. You'll put your love for him in the hands of faith. And with that, you became patient with him. Waiting for the time that the true feelings will start to unveil.

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찬의

Channie

Hey (Y/N)

Are you done with work?

Almost

Why do you ask?

I'll pick you up, ok?

I'm on my way there.

'That's first, yet weird.

But I don't mind.'

Alright, be careful

Seen 7:02PM

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A month has passed, you two grew closer than ever. Yet occassionally, there would be a hint of awkwardness between the two of you. One would act weirdly, stutter or get nervous around one another. You hoped that it wouldn't ruin your friendship. You valued this friendship more than anything else.

Heading towards the front doors of this company, you could see Chan's figure on the other side. Waiting for you to come out. Once you did, he turned to face you and greet you with a sweet smile. You smiled back. " Let's go? " He said as he offered you his hand. You nodded and timidly took it into yours. That's another first.

Both of you exchanged the usual conversation. Asking about each other's day, telling short stories, joking once in a while, then some comfortable silence here and there, it felt just right. It's already dark out, the city light and streetlights being the only source of light, while the moon is having the pitch black sky to itself. The streets aren't as busy as it was in the daylight. You could hear the rustling and crunching of autumn leaves as it was carried by the wind or getting stepped on.

The two of you eventually reached the bus stop, taking a seat as you wait for a bus. " Do you know the number that bus has? " Chan asked out of the blue, eyes boring on the street. You hummed in confusion, he chuckled. " The bus we always took, especially in the mornings. "

" Ohh.. To be honest, I'm completely unaware of that. " You answered, scratching the back of your neck. Once more, he chuckled then gazed at you while your attention was somewhere else. A bus was coming in your peripheral vision. Once it was in front of you, you scanned for it's number. At the very end, it's written..

" 4419, " You turned to Chan, only to find him staring at you with adoration. You two stayed like that for a few minutes. His eyes were so soft, looking ever so luminous and sparkling underneath the light. He took out a flower he plucked from earlier, placing it behind your ear. Not even tearing his eyes away from yours. " Beautiful, like a cosmos flower, " He whispered, but it was enough for you to hear it clearly. You've felt like you're continously falling, yet Chan still has his grip on you. The same grip when he first held your hand back when you've bumped your forehead on the bus. Loving, gentle yet firm. Telling that he's willing to fall with you. " I love you, (Y/N). "

With just those 4 words, you were filled with so much joy and shock. You froze on your seat. For a second you panicked on what's the right word to say, asking if an I love you too was enough or is it already too redundant.

Although you knew that Chan's anticipating an answer as the clock continues to tick, and waiting is dreadful. Chan will love and cherish anything you say to him. Just the thought of you being truly his will bring him genuine happiness, and that's enough. No need for further more explanations. Then you've came to the conclusion, that there's no other words that best describes your true feelings for him. Simple yet genuine, " I love you too, Chan. "

Now, a love fully blossomed at the end of Falls.

End.

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letangelliottblaneyfan91258 · 3 years

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Eden had just moved to Pittsburgh and was loving her new job with the Penguins. Despite being a southern bell and loving her Georgia Dawgs football she loved Hockey too. She had a fun time dragging Chase to Canes games when they lived in Charlotte. Much to his dismay she had all feeling Chase loved hockey too.

It had only been a few months since she started and somehow as much as she tried to she couldn't help but fall for the charming Sidney Crosby. She knew it was wrong to date a co worker especially the captain of the team but he wouldn't let up.

Finally after months of him pursuing her and flirting Eden finally caved and let him take her out on a date. That date ended up leading to a second and then a third. And now she was getting ready for their fourth date and to make it official they were attending the Penguins Night of Assists which was their charity event they hosted every year. It was disco themed this year and she was excited.

She put on a blue dress and straightened her hair.

She had a bag packed because she was going to stay at Sidney's house afterwards. She grabbed said bag and headed down the hall just as a knock on her door. She opened it finding Sid standing there looking as handsome as ever.

"Damn baby." Eden says breathless.

"I could say the same thing about you." Sid says kissing her cheek.

"Does it look okay? Is it disco enough?" Eden asks.

"Eden baby it's fine. You look beautiful and I'm so happy you will be on my arm and we can make it official." Sid says.

"Are you sure about this? I don't want to loose my job." Eden says.

"You aren't going to. There is no rule that says trainers or staff cannot date the players. It's fine." Sid replies.

"If you say so." Eden says.

"Trust me there it's not the first and it won't be the last." Sid says.

She shook her head as she grabbed her overnight bag. She grabbed her purse and made sure she had everything. Phone, keys, money and extra make up.

"Okay I think I have everything:" Eden says.

"Well then madam our chariot awaits." Sid says holding out his arm.

Eden loops her arm in his and they head out to the limo waiting for them. Sid hands her bag to the driver who puts it int the trunk. Sid opens the door for her and Eden slides on in. Kris Letang was sitting in there dressed in his outfit.

"Hi Kris, sorry didn't realize that you would be here with us. But should have known because you two are joined at the hip." Eden says.

"Hi Eden, and if you only knew." Kris says smirking at her.

She laughs shaking her head as Sid climbs in beside her.

"I am so happy that you are coming with me and we are making it official. But before we do there is something you should know." Sid says.

"Are we telling her now?" Kris asks.

"Telling me what?" Eden asks looking between the two boys.

"Yes she deserves to know the truth and then she can make the decision on what happens next. I trust her enough that no matter what she choices she will not say anything." Sid replies.

"Okay you guys what is going on?" Eden asks.

"Well you see Eden me and Kris well we are a package deal." Sid says.

"'Meaning?" Eden asks.

"Meaning Sid and I are bisexual. We are in a relationship and have been since like 2009. We are looking for our unicorn someone to share our life and our love." Kris says.

"Yes exactly so like I said we are a package deal meaning if you date me you have to date Kris too." Sid says

Eden sat there in shock.

"Can you handle that?" Kris asks.

"Yes Eden say something please?" Sid begs.

"So I would be dating both of you at the same time. Wouldn't that make me a whore?" Eden asks.

"No baby girl, it would be a poly relationship between you, me and Kris. But you are not a whore." Sid says.

"Absolutely not." Kris says.

"And whatever I do with either of you wouldn't be considered cheating on the other?" Eden asks.

"Nope not at all." Both Kris and Sid reply.

"Okay I am willing to give it a try. Remember I have never done anything like this before so I am new to this." Eden says.

"So are we. Yes we both hooked up with other girls but never anything long term and we both never wanted to be with the same girl before until you." Sid replies.

"So you guys hooked up with girls and are together?" Eden asks.

"Yes. Kris and I have been seeing each other since 2009. But we have to keep the appearance up that we aren't Bi. Not that I am ashamed to be with him because I am not but no one can know." Sid says.

"Yeah the NHL wouldn't take it well if their face came out as Bi. But to answer your question yes we used to hook up with girls. None of them ever knew about me and Sid until you." Kris says.

"You both are pretty hot and I really really really like Sid so if I have to accept you Kris into this relationship then I will. However I have a few stipulations." Eden says.

"I would be shocked if you didn't sweetheart." Sid says.

"What are they?" Kris asks.

"One: Sid and I go out like a normal couple and every so often Kris you can go with us we can make it look like we are hanging with our friend, two we all get tested for STI's and HIV regularly." Eden starts.

"We get tested every three months. Also Kris and I are on a HIV medicine have been for a while because lord knows we both hate wearing condoms." Sid says.

"Well good because I am on birth control." Eden says.

"Good is that all?" Kris asks.

"Yes. Now I have my apartment will I be staying there or what?" Eden asks.

"Maybe for a bit but then you can slowly move in with us." Sid says.

"You guys live together and that hasn't risen any red flags?" Eden asks.

"Oh no I have a house here but I stay at Sid's a lot so you might as well say I live there." Kris replies.

"Okay. Then we are all in agreement." Eden says.

"Yes and I am so excited." Sid replies kissing her pulling her into his lap.

"Yeah I am happy too." Kris says chuckling.

"We are here." Eden says noticing they had just pulled up in front of PPG Paints arena.

The limo door opens and Eden climbs off Sid's lap and climbs out. A few minutes later Sid get's out. Kris follows suit and they head inside. They stop and get a picture together. They then head into the main area.

"Baby I have a lot to do for the event. Go have fun." Sid says.

"Okay I will come find you in a bit at whatever table you are at." Eden says.

"I will like that. Laters baby." Sid says planting a small kiss on her lips.

Eden smiled. She then goes and finds a chair to sit on. It was in the Wag section near the bar. She ordered herself a glass of wine. He phone buzzed it was Chase.

"Hey what are you up to?" Chase texts.

"At the Night of the Assists with Sid." Eden texts back.

"Oh like a date, date?" Chase asks.

"Yes Chase like a date, date. But don't worry okay. No one will ever take your spot in my life. You are my ride or die and no one will ever change that." Eden replies.

"I know just be careful please. I don't trust him." Chase says.

"I know and I will." Eden says.

"Have fun and enjoy your night. I miss you." Chase says.

"I miss you too. I have to work the 16th but as soon as I am done I am heading to the airport and flying to Daytona." Eden says.

"Awesome, you can stay at the coach with me, if you want to." Chase says.

"Sounds good to me, I will text you the flight info and times." Eden says.

"Okay, because I will fly back with you. Maybe attend a game or two?" Chase asks.

"Would love that. Then you can meet Kris too." Eden replies.

"Okay. Well go have fun. Talk later." Chase says.

"Yes definitely talk later :)." Eden replies.

"Text me when you get home. I love you." Chase says.

"I will and I love you more Clyde." Eden replies.

She then puts her phone back into her purse. She sips her wine. Some of the Wags come over and introduce their selves after seeing her come in on Sidney's arm. They seemed to be nice and she started to let loose and have fun.

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Chase had just gotten home from the shop after spending the day getting the cars ready to roll to Daytona. He fixed dinner and then texted Eden. He was so happy she was going to come to Daytona but since he started racing in NASCAR she always came to the big races. There was a knock on his door. He opens it finding his other best friend Ryan Blaney standing there. Fletch was so happy to see him.

"I think he likes seeing someone other then your ugly face from time to time." Ryan says chuckling.

He got down and was petting Fletch.

"Ha ha fuck off." Chase says flipping him the middle finger.

"Now now now is that anyway for a Georgia Peach to talk?" Ryan asks.

They both then let out laughs like hyenas.

"What's up?" Chase asks.

"Wanted to come hang. Maybe race the Stimulator and prepare for Daytona." Ryan says as he helps himself to a beer.

"Sounds good." Chase says.

"What has got you so happy?" Ryan asks.

"I was just texting with Eden and she is coming to Daytona and I am so happy. She is going to stay with me and Fletch in the coach and then we are going to go visit her in Pittsburgh for a few days." Chase says.

At the sound of her name Fletch looked up ears perked looking for her.

"That is good. Will you finely tell her how you feel?" Ryan asks.

"She has a boyfriend Ryan. Besides we are just friends and have been for 20 years man I don't want to ruin that." Chase says.

"Dude if you don't tell her, how are you gonna know how she feels? Besides if you don't I don't think you will ever find someone and be happy." Ryan replies.

"I don't know we will see." Chase says.

"Okay you know I will support you either way. I adore Eden." Ryan says.

"I know, I think everyone does. She likes you too. You are my only racing friend that she actually enjoys talking to and hanging out with when she is around." Chase says.

"I am touched." Ryan says.

Chase rolls his eyes laughing. They then headed into the room where the stimulators were. Ryan takes a seat in one and Chase in the other and they start to race.

Hours later they finished playing and Ryan was a few beers in so he decided to crash at Chase's and not risk driving. Chase let Fletch out and made sure he had fresh water. He then headed into his room. He got changed and climbed into bed. Fletch hopped up on the bed beside him.

"Guess what Fletch Eden is coming to see us in Daytona." Chase says scratching his ears.

Fletch wagged his tail and got excited.

"I know boy I am excited too." Chase says.

He looked at his phone. It was almost midnight and still no text from Eden.

"Hope you made it home safe and sound from your event. Text me and let me know. Love you and see you soon. :D." Chase texted her.

"Also Fletch says Hi and that he cannot wait to see you either.

Attachment sent."

Chase put his phone on the charger and set it down. He had a lot to do tomorrow to get ready to head to Daytona.

Chase and Fletch

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It was a little after midnight when the charity event wound down. Eden had a good time and she even got Sid out on the dance floor much to everyone's surprise. Sid leads her out to the limo and opens the door. She climbs in followed by Sid and then Kris.

"Did you have fun?" Sid asks.

"I did. I had a good time." Eden says.

"That is good. I am glad." Sid replies.

"Yeah you got Sid out on the dance floor something no one has ever done." Kris says.

"Well I am glad that I did." Eden replies.

"Yeah I had a blast tonight." Sid says.

"Good. Oh before I forget after the game on the 16th, I am leaving to fly to Daytona." Eden says.

"Oh, what is going on in Daytona?" Kris asks.

"Chase is racing the Daytona 500 and I never miss it." Eden says.

"Okay." Sid says not happy.

"Look if this is going to work you will have to not be jealous of Chase. He is my best friend and like you and Kris are a package deal, Chase and I are a package deal." Eden says.

"Okay but I don't like it. He wants to jump your bones and I don't trust him." Sid replies.

"Stop it. We are friends period. We have been friends for 20 years." Eden says rolling her eyes.

"I want to meet this Chase guy." Kris says.

"You will because after the race he is coming here to spend a few days with me here." Eden replies.

"Okay." Kris and Sid both say.

They finally arrive at Sid's house and the Limo drops them off. Sid gets Eden's bag out of the trunk and they all head inside. It was really late and Sid and Kris would have practice later that next day so they head up to the master bedroom. Eden pulls her phone out of her purse. She saw Chase had sent her a text and a picture.

"I am home safely Clyde. Love you more." Eden replies.

" Also tell Fletch hi for me, give him all the belly rubs and kiss his little nose for me. Tell him Eden loves him and cannot wait to see him." Eden replies back to the picture.

She then grabs her charger and plugs her phone in. She unpacks her bag. That was when Sid came up behind her kissing her neck.

"I have been dying to get you out of that dress since the moment I laid eyes on you." Sid says.

“I’ve been dying to get you out of those tight ass pants. They don’t hide anything.” Eden says.

“God Eden.” Sid moans as he pulls you closer to him.

What baby?” Eden smiles,

“My darling Eden ,” Sid whispers, kissing her face sweetly.

Sid unzips her dress as she motioned for him to pick her up, legs wrapped around his waist, kissing his lips slowly, hands running through his greyish dark hair. Pulling at it so she could press wet kisses to his neck, his hands gripped onto the underside of her ass as he hoisted her farther up his body, dress falling down to the floor, mouth still attached to his pale skin while he walked her over to the dresser.

Trying her best to pull him on top of her , he knelt between her open legs, peppering kisses to them while she covered her face with bashfulness of the attention she was receiving and the fact she was in nothing but her bra and panties while both Sid and Kris looked on fully clothed

“What’re you shy?” Sid joked while kissing her ankle, her leg in his grip,

“No,” Eden groaned while his hand met her waistband of the lacy underwear she was wearing.

Just I’m practically naked and you too have far to many clothes on.,” Eden moaned out while his fingers danced over her clothed pussy.

Sid chuckled at her statement, however that could quickly change and in a blink of an eye it did. Kris and Sid both stripped in an erotic sexy strip tease.

“You are awfully quiet Kristopher.” Sid says.

“Just enjoying the show.” Kris replies.

Sid nods.

“I love you so much Eden and I’m glad we are official to the world now,” Sid cooed, while pushing down the cups of her bra , exposing her tits to the cool room air, Sid watched as she squirmed at the new sensation of the cold air against her nipples.

“ I love you too Sid and I am glad too,” Eden moaned while using the heel of her foot to push Sid closer to her.

Sid happily obliged in pressing his body against hers. Feeling him hard against her stomach only spurred her on more.

“ Tell me what you want,” Sid spoke quietly in your ear, his scruff prickling the side of her neck, drawing a whimper from her throat.

“Please, Please,” Eden whimpered while bucking her hips towards his cock.

Within a swift motion your legs were placed on Sid’s shoulders, heels pressed to his back while he teased her clit. In seconds her panties were shredded to pieces. Now his head leveled with her swollen pussy, he placed small kisses on her inner thighs, biting slowly on the plush of them. Eden’s back was arched up as she waited for him to give you more, “Sidney , stop teasing me,” Eden pleaded, his fingers rest near her parted mouth, she turned her neck to the left to take his rough fingers into her mouth, hallowing her cheeks as if his fingers were a cock.

“Fuck Eden.” Sid moans.

“Good good.” Kris moans stroking himself watching.

“Loving the view Letang?” Eden asks.

“Fuck yes.” Kris says.

Shifting down her body, Sidney’s mouth became attached to her clit, his tongue moving in circles while he forced her hips down with his strong forearm, his ring and middle finger entered her. Moaning out with zero volume control, Sid chuckled against her pussy, gladly excepting her juices running down his lips.

“Oh my god!” Eden moaned out, “Mouth’s so good Sid ,” Eden whined, fingers lacing in his dark hair while she rocked her hips into his mouth.

“Doing so good baby,” Sid praised as she began to shake with over stimulation.

Even though he had only eaten her out a few times, however, Sid swore he could eat her pussy all day, his large hand gripped onto her ribs, before his fingers began to pinch her nipples.

“Fuck Sid!” Eden moaned while he brought her to another orgasm, his fingers rolling her clit, tongue fucking her entrance.

“ I want your cock, please,” Eden moaned while shutting her legs.

Sid’s head shot up with a grin, his eyes opened wide and mouth dripping with her.

“Do you baby? Will this cock, make you feel so full,” Sid teased, slapping her ass with his large hand, drawing a groan from her.

“Come here babe and get a taste.” Sid says.

Kris comes over and Sid pulls him in for a kiss. Kris sucks away some of the juices still on his tongue.

“Damn tastes so good..” Kris groans.

Eden giggled as Sid picked her up, trying to get her on the bed as quickly as possible.

“Bed now Crosby!” Eden teased.

Sid laughed at her while throwing his head back, “Eager little thing,” he teased back, as he moved.

As soon as he placed her down on the insanely large bed she took to her knees, kneeling in front of Sid. She then took his heavy cock in her hands, while she slowly ran her thumb over his leaking tip.

“Jesus Christ Eden,” Sid hissed.

Eden locked eyes with Kris as held Sids cock in her hands, she then twisted her wrists in the way she knew drove him insane.

“Damn.” Kris moans as he mimicked her movements almost cumming right there.

Eden then darted her tongue out of her mouth, pressing it to Sid’s cock.

Fuck Damn,” Kris groans at the sight.

“You are one lucky bastard Crosby.” Kris adds.

“We are both lucky bastards baby.” Sid says.

Eden laughed as she ran her hands up Sid abs, right before spitting onto his shaft and taking him into her mouth.

They could hear Kris shifting in his spot while a string of curse words left his mouth as Sidney praised Eden.

“Stroke yourself babe,” Sid chuckled.

Kris came closer so Sid and Eden could see him jerk himself off. Eden hands were behind her back as she took Sid down her throat, her throat slightly contracted around his thick cock. He moaned when he felt her choke on him, his moans filled the air.

Gripping tightly on the back of your hair, Sid began to manipulate her mouth on his cock. Edens hands were pressed to his hips to keep herself steady, wet sounds filled the air as she tried her best to take all of him.

Sid pulled back abruptly, making her gasp for air, tipping back her head, “Go help Kris ,” he urged, Eden whined pathetically.

Kris came over to her his cock in her face.

“Hi baby girl,” Kris cooed, his large hand stroking his cock. Pumping it for her.

“Mhmm,” Eden moaned while watching him, bottom lip pressed between her teeth.

“Suck it baby just like you did to Sid,” Kris begs.

Eden spit on his shaft before taking it slowly into her mouth at first. She hollowed out her cheeks as she did. Kris threw his head back in pleasure.

As Eden sucked Kris off she felt Sid playing with her hair, hands pressed to her lower back.

“God baby this mouth is going to make me cum. Are you ready to swallow my load pretty girl?” Kris asks.

Eden nods her need all while reaching for Sid’s cock behind her, she was squirming on her knees from how wet you she was , needy for relief and horny as hell needing to be fucked.

“Fuck,” Kris moaned, picking up the speed of his his thrusts while watching as Sid bent her over, hands gripped tight onto the sheets in front of her, were Kris was kneeling.

Moaning at Kris pulling her hair as she was flushed with his cock.

Sid’s cock bumped her ass, he dropped to his knees to taste her once more, before lining himself up with her entrance.

Eden took Kris all the way down choking as he thrusted.

“Fuck god damn fuck.” Kris calls out as he came straight down her throat.

Eden swallowed every drop and then proceeded to kick him clean. Kris pulls back needed time to recover.

Kris pulls Sid in for a kiss as Sid thrusted into her deeply, his hands squeezing her ass as she dropped herself onto his cock. His hands spread apart her ass as he fucked you.

“Think she can take us both?” Kris asks.

“I think so. Let’s find out.” Sid moans.

Kris didn’t waste no time he thrusted inside her as well. They kissed as they held their cooks together thrusting into her.

With every thrust Eden could feel them get deeper, one of their tips kissing her g spot every time she dropped herself deeper onto them. Sid and Kris moans were wild behind her, the sound of her two boys moaning was near religious, Kris’s deeper moans and Sid’s gasps.

They watched as her tits bounced with each of their thrusts, they watched while they each gripped tighter to her hips.

“Sid, Kris oh my fucking god,” Eden moaned.

Sid gripped a chunk of her hair, pulling her back to meet their thrusts, she didn’t trust herself to keep balance at the rate they were fucking you,

“Sidney ... i’m gonna,” Eden was cut off by a moan coming from the back of her throat.

“M’ sorry can I please cum,” Eden corrected herself.

“Why don’t you ask Kris.” Sid chuckled as they continued pounding into her.

“Kris please” Eden moaned.

Kris was mocking and chuckling at her whining, she could feel that they were both just as close as she was to cumming.

“But you look so good like this,” Kris spoke finally, “Just wanna watch you forever,” he groaned.

“You take Our cocks so good eh?” Sid teased while still not giving her the word, “Stretching out this pretty pussy?” he spoke to himself,.

“Yes,” Eden rasped out, “I love both your cocks,” Eden whined.

Kris pulled her hair back and sucked on her neck, grazing his teeth over her pulse point.

“Cum for us pretty girl,” Sid rasped out.

Eden happily obliged. Sid and Kris groan as they pump her full of their cum. When they could finally move they pull out. Kris goes and grabs stuff to wipe them all off and clean.! He then throws them in then hamper before joining them both in bed.

Post orgasm Eden was laying on Sid’s chest, finger nails running up it. His hand was pressed flat to your face, stroking your cheek with thumb.

“You did so good baby. How do you feel?” Sid asks.

“Sedated.” Eden says.

“How does it feel down there? Kris asks knowing they were both pretty big.

“Sore but I need to become adjusted to your sizes.” Eden says eyes fluttering.

“Yes you do. And you will. Now get some sleep baby girl.” Sid says kissing her head.

“Yes close those pretty eyes and sleep.” Kris says kissing her back.

Eden closed her eyes and was out pretty quickly. It didn’t take Kris and Sid long to follow.

First picture is The story banner, second picture is Eden in her dress, third and fourth are Sid and Kris in their outfits. Fifth and sixth is Chase Elliott and his Dog Fletch.

#pittsburgh penguins #nhl #kris letang #sidney crosby #sidtanger #chase elliott #poly relationship #nhl fanfiction #auto racing #fanfiction

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Spotlight: A Life Of A Troubled Celebrity Heartthrob Ch 3

Word Count 5,033

The first leg of the tour in the USA and Canada was complete and the next stop was Europe. Y/N had avoided Colson as much as possible and they had one or two brief run-ins but there were always people around. She had stayed at the penthouse with the others until they left for London.

So many times he had tried to call her, to talk to her, to try and get her attention but he always got cold feet. He had tried to get Jax to go and speak to her on his behalf, threatened him even but Jax wouldn't budge.

"She's a good girl and you're not worthy of her yet.. Leave her be." Jax said, causing him to become more frustrated.

"I always get what I want and I want Y/N. I'm going to get her with or without your help." He vowed.

"Why do you want her Colson? So you can hurt her? To ruin her? Just to stroke your ego?" Jax challenged. "Why would you want to pursue her when you have no good intentions towards her? You know you will go back to your old ways once you get what you want from her and ruin her for the next guy!"

"She's different from all the other girls I've been with.. I don't know okay??! I know I can't be faithful but I just want her!" He pulled his hair in frustration. "It may be for selfish reasons but -"

"Then what Colson?! After you promised to keep your distance you do a 360 and your hormones are taking over as usual." Jax bellowed, as he came face to face with Colson.

Daring him to say the wrong thing. He was ready for anything at this point. He couldn't understand why Colson would want to ruin a sweet, innocent girl like Y/N. Colson would never change for her-for anyone for that matter. It would take a miracle for that to happen.

Colson stared at him with his icy blue eyes and walked towards the window. He couldn't explain it but he wanted Y/N like he never wanted anyone before. Maybe it was in the way she looked at him, her melodic laughter, her natural beauty or her child like innocence. He couldn't quite place his finger on it but all he knew was that he had to have her. He was tired of being with shallow-minded, pea-brained girls that just wanted him for his fame and fortune-for his body. Y/N was just content with cuddling and talking or just sitting in a comfortable silence. He had never been with a woman that just wanted him for just him. They always had some hidden agenda-their career, money, sex-but Y/N had never exploited their relationship for personal gain.

From the first time he laid his eyes on her something inside him shifted. He had offered to drive her home although he knew that Jax was waiting outside. She was a mystery to him and he wanted to spend more time with her to try and unravel it. He had made sure to keep the music low so that they could talk-once again in his life he wanted to just talk to another person with no hidden motives.

"So tell me about yourself Bambi?" He had asked with genuine interest.

"Ummm..there's nothing much to tell." She twisted her fingers on nervously in her lap. She was shy. He decided there and then he would help her to break her out of her shell. He wanted to know everything about her but the ride was so short. There wasn't enough time.

"Then tell me a little?" He urged on.

"I-I..I'm a student at-uh- Cleveland State University..and I-want to major in music." She stumbled over her words and it made her even more appealing to him. Her long lashes brushed her cheeks as she blinked rapidly.

"My Dad-he died..three years ago and I live with my Mom."She said out of breath.

"Sorry..about your Dad. Mine is as good as dead." He frowned deeply. "But-your Mom? She's cool?"

"Yes-she's the best." She still wouldn't look at him and he wanted her to. More than anything he wanted to look into those big brown eyes.

He had pulled up outside her house and as she made a jump out he thought quickly.

"Hey, smile." He said as he put up his phone and snapped a selfie. It took her completely by surprise and she looked like a frightened deer in the photo.

"Let's try again?" She relaxed slightly and the next photo was definitely a Kodak moment.

"Do I make you uncomfortable??" His hand tightened on the steering wheel as he stole a glance at her. She was standing outside the car and boring a hole into the ground with her eyes.

"Yes." She squeaked. .

"Then we're going to have to do something about that Bambi." He chuckled as he stepped on the accelerator and turned up the music. She was going to be a challenge and Colson Baker always loved a challenge.

"Byron." He spoke through the phone. "I've changed my mind..I need you to set up that thing with Y/F/N Y/L/N."

"Sure thing Colson. I'm on it." Byron replied.

"One more thing-as soon as we get to London, make sure Y/N and I live separately from the rest. You think you can manage that?" It was more like an order and not a question.

"Consider it done." Byron said.

"Thanks Byron." He cut the call and smiled to himself. His plan was starting to come together. Byron could convince an Eskimo to by an ice-machine. Y/N wouldn't be able to say no once he worked his magic on her.

Colson went to take a shower with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He was Colson-fuckin'-Baker after all. No one could say no to him.

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When they arrived in London their luggage was taken care of as usual and they were ushered to the waiting limo. By this time everyone was suffering from a mixture jet-lag, exhaustion, hangover and a dash of homesickness.

"Hey guys! Great to see you again." Byron was waiting to meet them outside. "I see you're all tired and stuff so I've instructed the driver to take you straight to Eaton Place. You will be staying at that penthouse for the next three days-then we leave for Paris. However, Colson will not be joining you this time he will be living at an undisclosed location-for security reasons."

"Any questions? Great. Go home and rest guys tonight will be a busy night." He turned to face Y/J. "Miss Y/L/N, you have to come with me. We have that meeting remember? This way please."

"Oh yeah, sure." Y/N turned to Ashleigh. "I'll see you later."

"Good luck. Call me okay?" They embraced quickly before Y/N went after Byron.

Not wasting a single minute, Byron dove right into it as soon as the car started moving.

"Y/N, you already know what this is about right? We spoke about it before and also last night on the phone." Byron asked.

"Yes but I'm not sure it's a good idea.." She said skeptically.

"I don't want to insult you-but what if I threw in some money to make it worth your while? Name your price."

"What? No! What do you take me for?" She cried out.

"Okay. Okay. Calm down," He raised both his hands. "What about an internship and a guaranteed job at XX Entertainment once you graduate? Sounds good huh?"

"Byron, I don't want to feel like you've bought me..Whatever job or post I get, I want to earn it. Not to get it because.." She felt so dirty right now and insulted. Was Colson behind this? She couldn't help but wonder if he was the one that put Byron up to this.

"Okay let's do this your way." He sighed and massaged his temple. "What't it going to take for you to go along with our plan? If not money then..should I appeal to your humanity?"

"Look..it's fine I will help-"

"Yes!" He threw his fist in the air in triumph.

"But on my own terms." She said firmly.

"Whatever you want Y/N. Name it and it's yours." Byron looked at her earnestly.

"I will only agree to this if you will allow me to call it off anytime." She swallowed hard.

"What? What do you mean?" Byron asked, confused.

"If I feel it's becoming to much for me to handle then I will pull the plug on this..thing-anytime-without notice. Any questions? Great." She opened the door and jumped out without waiting for a response.

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The penthouse One Hyde Park in London was were Colson and Y/N would be co-habitating. Only she wasn't aware of this yet. She thought they were just coming here for a meeting to finalize their "deal", although she didn't want anything out of it. The house was a contemporary and modern property, sitting on over an acre with a large garden, set back, screened and secluded with automatic solid sliding gates. It had a roof terrace and jacuzzi. 5 bedrooms that overlooked the garden, 4 bathrooms, 4 reception rooms. The servants quarters were on the first floor along with a stunning spiral wine cellar. The property had under floor-heating, surround sound and electronic sliding curtains.

"Wow!" Was all Y/N could say as she twirled around the house in awe. Jax showed her to her room and turned to leave.

"Wait...am I going to be staying here? Where's everyone else?" She asked.

"I'm sure Byron will fill you in soon." Jax responded.

"Oh." Her face fell.

"Don't worry about your luggage Miss Y/L/N. I will send someone with it shortly." Jax assured Y/N. "Welcome to Colson's humble abode."

She felt like Belle in Beauty and the Beast at this precise moment. Surrounded by so much luxury and yet she felt so unhappy. She kicked off her shoes and threw herself onto the bed, where she fell into a fitful sleep.

Meanwhile Colson was pacing up and down his bedroom floor, trying to think of how to approach Y/N. He had never had to make a move on a girl, it was always the other way round. He was clueless when it came to girls.

"Byron! Jax! Get in here." He hollered as he leaned over the banister.

They came up to his room promptly and sat on the chaise lounge waiting for him to speak first. He was in a plain white t-shirt and sweat pants but still looked like he stepped out of a magazine. He sat at the edge of the bed and looked on them.

"Byron, any progress with OGB?" They had labeled it Operation Get Bambi.

"She's on board." He pursed his lips into a thin line.

"But..? He raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"She wants it on her own terms..which she will discuss with you. But she's taking a nap now." He bounced his knee.

"Cool. I can handle that." He pushed his hair back and let out a sigh of relief.

He never expected her to agree but then again Byron could be very persuasive. He wondered what Byron had offered her in exchange for her help. She never struck him as a girl that could be bought but maybe he was wrong-maybe everyone had a price. His heart sank the more he thought about it. She was probably just like the rest he thought.

"So why the long face? I thought you would be glad-" Byron stated.

"How much?" He gulped and stared at the floor, not meeting Byron's eyes.

"She doesn't want anything. I offered her-" Byron sat forward and tried to explain.

"What??" He looked up in surprise, his blue eyes startled.

"I could have offered her all the money in the world but she would have still turned me down." He said dryly.

"That's my girl!" Jax grinned widely as he clapped his hands dramatically.

"Shut up Jax." Colson scowled but inwardly he was just about to burst with happiness. So he was right about her after all. He didn't know why but, he felt relieved beyond comprehension.

"Now you can see that I was right about her." Jax shot back.

"Whatever-is everything set for the concert tonight? What time is sound check?" His heart was racing at the thought of seeing her again, that she was under the same roof, sound asleep in the next room.

"Yes but I'm about to head over to Wembley Stadium now to check if everything is in order..so if there's nothing else..?" He stood up and straightened his suit.

"Nah, that will be all." He said with a wave of his hand. "Jax you can stay."

"Still up for the after party?" Byron asked as he stood at the door. They always had one after every concert at a five star hotel, but only the who's who of show business in the city were invited. It was strictly by invitation.

"What else do I have to live for?" Colson rolled his eyes. "But I'll just make a brief appearance for an hour or so, I really need to rest."

"See you in a bit." Byron saluted and left.

"So what's your game plan?" Jax pursed his lips.

"I thought maybe you could help me with that?" For once he looked uncertain. Jax's heart melted.

"If and a big if- if we going to do this then you going to have to change Colson. Otherwise I won't be a part of it." Jax said with seriousness written all over his face.

"Yeah, yeah spare me the lecture Jax." He gave himself a face-palm.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, I'm being very serious right now." Jax said.

"Jax nothing in life is guaranteed man. People make up to break up and so on. You need to chill out man." Colson replied.

"Look I'm not expecting you to marry Y/N, ride off into the sunset, have adorable twin babies and live happily ever after. But if you don't have good intentions then let's drop it. You can have any girl you want Colson. Young and old, short or tall, they're yours for the taking. Just don't go and ruin an innocent girl just for kicks. That's just plain downright cruel."

"Why do you care so much anyway?? You don't even know her man!" Colson burst out.

"That doesn't make it right. You know what forget it. I'm out." Jax stood up but Colson pulled him back.

"Listen Jax, don't get your knickers in a twist..I hear you man. Now let's discuss this like adults? How do I get my girl?" Colson cocked his head to the side and smiled.

"Thought you would never ask." Jaxs' face broke into a grin as he sat down again.

Y/N's phone was vibrating somewhere on the bed and she finally heard it.

"Hello." She said, half awake.

"Hi sweetie. Sorry did I wake you?" Mrs Y/M/L/N asked.

"Hi Mom," She propped a pillow behind her back, "Don't worry I'm awake now. Is everything okay?"

"Yes. I just miss you that's all." She said wistfully.

"I miss you too Mom." All of a sudden she broke down and started crying. She was overwhelmed by a cocktail of feelings right now and she couldn't keep the tears back any longer. Hearing her mother's voice made her homesick and emotional.

"Hey honey? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Ye-yes." She tried to compose herself. "I guess I'm just tired. Haven't slept properly you know.." She sniffled.

"I thought you were having a great time? Did something happen? Is it Colson?" Her mother rained questions Y/N couldn't quite answer herself.

"No-yes I am Mom. It's been great. Colson's been great Mom." She reached out for a Kleenex and wiped her face and nose. There was a soft knock on the door and she asked her mother to hold.

"Come in." Y/N called out and immediately regretted it. Well kind off..

"Hey-is this a bad time? You're crying? Why? Is it me? Did I do this??" He rushed to her side and held her at arms length.

"No-wait.." She held up a finger to her lips. "Mom, can I call you back? Colson is here."

"Put him on the phone. I need to have a word with him." She demanded. Y/N was sure Colson heard that and her fears were confirmed when he held out his hand for the phone. She looked at him hesitantly then handed it over to him with resigned sigh.

"Hi Mrs Y/M/L/N. Colson Baker here." He turned on the Baker charm and there was no female on planet earth that was immune to it, so far anyway.

"Oh hi there-um-Colson." Y/N imagined her Mom fluffing her hair like she usually did. She had already fallen for the trap.

"I just wanted to thank you personally for allowing Y/N to come on this tour. She is such a breath of fresh air. You raised her well." He smiled at Y/N as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh thank you Colson. You don't have to say that." Mrs Y/M/L/N gushed.

"Anyway we got to run now, I promised to take Y/N for lunch and I'm a man of my word." Y/N gasped and he turned his back on her to keep from laughing.

"Really?? You don't have to! Surely you're too busy for that?" She asked.

"Anything for my Bambi." He said sweetly.

"Awww you even have a cute pet name for her?? You know they used to call her that in kindergarten?" She laughed.

"Really?? Why don't you tell me all about it when we visit this weekend?" He turned to face Y/N, her mouth almost hit the ground.

"You're coming over? Y/N didn't say.."

"It was a surprise but now it's out there." He shrugged.

"Okay let me not keep you then. See you then." He rang off.

"Explain Baker." Y/N crossed her arms and pushed her tongue in her cheek.

"Can we eat first sweets? I'm starved." He said with exaggeration. "Can we call a truce? No more mind games. No more ping-pong with feelings and let's learn how to communicate okay?" He held out his hand and she shook it. He would have preferred them to seal it with a kiss but he didn't want to get ahead of himself.

"So we're good?" He asked.

"Yes." She said with a smile.

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Colson was lying on his bed but for the life of him he couldn't fall asleep. It was 3:00 am. He had sang his heart out at the concert, stayed very briefly at the after party and tried to get drunk but failed. Women had tried to entice him but he just wasn't interested. He kept his eyes on his prize all night. He even got jealous when a dark-haired guy approached her and engaged her in conversation. She seemed taken with him-they laughed, they smiled and even flirted. The guy kept her entertained most of the night and he saw them dance a couple of times. Finally, when he couldn't take it anymore he walked over and cut in. After the dance he faked a headache and asked Y/N if they could go home.

"Bambi? Can I come in?" Colson knocked softly on the door and got no response. He had a serious case of insomnia and this was his only remedy. All the alcohol that he had didn't seem to do the trick, even some stronger stuff-he was wide awake.

Colson opened Y/N's door slowly and found her fast asleep on top of the covers, her long legs overlapping each other and her flat stomach exposed. She was in shorts and a sports bra, her smooth, milky skin glistening in the moonlight, her hair fanned all over her pillow and her face looked so serene. He sat on the edge of the bed and lightly traced his fingers across her stomach and then up to her face. If it were possible, he could sit here and just watch her sleep all night but she would freak out when she woke up and found him staring at her.

Common sense told him to leave the room but he found himself jumping on the bed and snuggling behind her. Taking in her scent, nuzzling her neck and just reveling in being close to her. She was completely out because she never once moved. He gave a contented sigh as he put his arms around her and fell asleep almost immediately..

Y/N woke up an hour later feeling thirsty and tried to move but she was firmly secured in a grip. She woke up with a start and turned to see Colson sleeping like a baby. Just watching him sleep made her heart melt into a puddle. Her hand reached out on its own accord, to stroke his hair and his beautiful face.

A smile lit her face as she reached out for the glass of water on the nightstand. Colson Baker was lying in her bed in his bare necessities. He was right here with her and not some floozy or flavor of the night. This was the stuff dreams were made of. Her heart fluttered as she took in the sight before her again as she assumed her position once more. Their bodies fit so perfectly together when they were like this, if only it could apply in every area of their relationship. That's if you could even call it that. But a girl could only hope...

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"Y/N!" Ashleigh barged into the room, "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry-I didn't know-sorry!" She covered her face and quickly backed out. The said couple were deep in sleep and were oblivious to the intrusion, fortunately for Ashleigh.

"There is such a thing as knocking you know?" Jax stood at the foot of the stairs, with his hands behind his back, as she descended in a hurry.

"I didn't know-" She said, her face beet red.

"You should learn to expect the unexpected when it comes to those two." Jax said with a knowing look. He had learned that the hard way.

"I didn't expect them to be..you know..Gosh I wish I could unsee that!" She covered her face, trying to hide her embarrassment.

She didn't anticipate walking into Y/N's room to find her and Colson half-naked and glued to each others bodies. After all how could Y/N get with him after everything he had done to her? She just couldn't understand it. But then again this was Colson Baker and he was beyond irresistible. I mean who could say no to that hot body? If Ashleigh was in the same position then they definitely were not going to be sleeping.

"May I interest you in breakfast per chance?" Jax asked as he led her to the sitting room, drawing her out of her nasty thoughts. "What brings you here so early anyway?"

"It's way after 9 Jax." She flopped onto the couch. "I need to talk to Y/N..about something.."

"Well, you just have to wait or come back later?" Jax suggested. "When ever they sleep together they have been known to wake up way past noon..and we had a pretty late night coupled with the heavy hangover.." He perched on the armrest.

"What do you mean "when they sleep together?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"I think I've already said too much-breakfast?" He stood hastily and retreated to the kitchen.

"I think I'm going to go then!" She shouted after him and followed him to the kitchen.

"Slow your roll there little lady. I'm sure they will be up and about in no time." He said. "What would you like the chef to prepare for you?"

"An omelette and toast-he can be creative but I don't eat mushroom." She slid onto the stool by the kitchen island.

Y/N began to stir when she heard a murmuring of voices coming from downstairs. She tried to turn but Colson's arms-and legs were tightly wrapped around her. Why would anyone want to ever wake up from this, she thought as she tried to sleep again but Colson had other plans.

"Good morning sweets." He said, his voice still husky.

"Hey." She said nervously as his arms tightened around her waist

"I could get used to this." He buried his face into her hair and groaned.

"What? Waking up in someone else's bed?" She turned onto her back and faced him.

"Your bed you mean?" He smiled and pushed her messy hair back so he could look at her face. Never had he wanted the female specie as much as he wanted her right now. Never had he slept in a bed with a woman and just traded war stories. He knew that if he made a move she would comply but he couldn't. There was more to him agreeing to keep from jumping her bones but she was clueless, and he hoped it stayed that way until he had dealt with the issue. He would take that secret with him to the grave.

"No ping-pong remember?" She was saying to him. Maybe dreams do come true, she thought. Maybe he was really into her? But then again there was no telling with Colson Baker. He was just to complex and she didn't have the energy to try and figure him out.

"Yeah, yeah I get it but-I think we've already crossed that line Bambi.." He looked pointedly at their tangled limbs. Not to mention her undergarments left very little to the imagination. She looked at their entwined bodies and fell silent for a moment. They were in quite a predicament-it was clear as the light of day.

"Well..you decided to invite yourself into my bed Baker. After you promised to keep your distance." She said in defense mode.

"..and you were purring like a contented cat next to me. You never really put up any form of resistance sweets." His blue eyes twinkled like the sea when they were hit with the rays of the sun. The liquid courage had worn off and both of them were now completely aware of their actions. She felt her cheeks redden as she looked at Colson's inviting body . Fortunately, Y/N's phone broke the awkward moment.

"Hey Mom." Nice save Mrs Y/M/L/N.

"Hey sweetie. I'm sorry to disturb you but the press has been camped outside my house for two days now and-"

"What do they want? Why didn't you say something?" She sat up and Colson looked at her with concern.

"I'm sorry sweetie I just didn't want to worry you. Plus they have been blowing up my phone and my practice has been overwhelmed. I know I'm a good therapist but this has just been ridiculous. I have had people make appointments just so they can ask me questions about your relationship with Colson. Even your friends Liv and Lisa are being stalked-it's a nightmare. Urrgh.." She screamed in frustration.

"I'm so sorry Mom. This is all my fault. How can I fix it?" Y/N said with determination.

"No, no honey, don't do anything hasty. I think I'll just take a well needed vacation to Bora Bora or something and I think I have a conference coming soon-" She sighed.

"Should I come with you? I can-"

"No. You stay put. Besides, that will do more harm than good." She murmured.

"So what can I do?" Y/N raked her hair with her fingers. Colson motioned for her to hand over the phone and she gave it to him.

"Mrs Y/M/L/N. I'm sorry to hear about your little inconvenience but not to worry I got it handled." Colson said confidently. Y/N looked at him in disbelief-who did he think he was? Ethan Hunt?

"Oh really?" Mrs Y/M/L/N was equally shocked.

"I'll get my team to come and get you out of there and set you up in a place where you will be secured and- where you can enjoy your privacy once again." He assured her.

"Oh no Colson, you don't have to do that sweetie." She protested.

"I want to. Please let me? It would mean so much to me." The Baker Charm was turned on.

"Okay sure." Mrs Y/M/L/N caved in.

"Great." His face lit up. "One of my assistants will be in touch shortly."

"Am I still going to see you guys on the weekend?" She asked.

"Yes. We will be there sooner actually." Colson confirmed.

"I can't wait." She squealed in delight.

"Okay speak soon." Colson rang off.

"Colson Baker did you just lie to my mother?" Y/N said in bewilderment. There was no way they would go back to Ohio and back again to Paris in time for his show.

"FYI sweets my Paris Show has been cancelled because of the bombing at Ariana Grande's concert. I'm not taking any chances and my security team has advised against it. So..we can fly to Minnesota then straight to Norway after the weekend. Easy." He gestured with his hands.

"You're too sweet. I could kiss you right now." Y/N said without thinking.

"Then what's stopping you sweets?" He leveled his face with hers.

"I- we-can't." She hopped of the bed and grabbed a robe. "So what you got planned for today?" His heart sagged, he expected her to be all over him. Most girls would have jumped at the opportunity-but not Y/N.

"Pack your bags Bambi. We're going to Ohio." He said as he left the room, his shoulders sagged. She really wanted to kiss him but she wanted to tread carefully. Things between them were complicated enough.

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The Lovestruck~Chapter 11

(5 December Sunday)

10:30 am

Sunday, your favorite day from the week where you sleep till noon without worrying about your college and your mom nagging you to get up early. However, here you are at the Café, standing behind the counter with Rose and Ria beside you staring at the person which you three have been longing to meet.

Song Joongki, AKA The Big Boss, your favorite actor was seated by the window table filming his advertisement as today was the D-DAY.

"O my god! He's so handsome in person!" Ria exclaimed, squealing while linking her arms around yours and you also smiled squealing silently whilst nodding at her remark.

"Thank you so much Rose for letting me be here to witness this wonderful scene." She clasped her hands staring at him with sparkling eyes and Rose chuckled at her while you rolled your eyes at her dramatic acting.

"In that case, you should thank your best friend as she was the one who requested for you." Rose smiled pointing with her chin to you and you gave your bestfriend a smug grin as she glanced at you.

"Y/n, you are the best!" She side hugged you and you cringed at her behavior before she looked at you still holding you.

"I'll always be at your service." She gave a cute smile causing you smirk as you looked at her and Ria got the message as she let go of you standing straight.

"Are you sure?"

"Okay, I take that back."

"No, you can't. You'll be at my service." You smirked folding your arms to your chest and she sighed defeated while rose giggled at you both.

Meanwhile, Baekhyun who had his back leaned against the counter watching you smiling and squealing at the man wasn't liking it a bit. He folded his arms to his chest while squinting eyes at him feeling frustrated at the sight, at the same time unknown and confused to this new sensation he was feeling.

"What so great about him?" He muttered annoyed and wondering why didn't he just skip today but couldn't as he wanted to see you, god knows why.

"I know right."

He jumped by the sudden voice beside him and tilted his head to the side to see Jack eyeing Song Joongki then to Rose making Baekhyun smirk at his jealous state not realizing he was feeling same.

"Oh! He is looking here!" Rose jolted making both males head whipped towards them.

"OMG!"

You and Ria squealed together as his eyes roamed around then stopping at the counter and he looked at Rose smilingly then to Ria who almost screamed as she squeezed your arm and lastly to you making your heart skip a beat.

You snapped out and were about to smile back but a broad back came in to your sight preventing you to do it as your tiny figure hid behind.

"What are you doing?" You tilted your head to look at Baekhyun frowning as he looked over his shoulder to see your puzzled face before he looked at Rose and Ria who were staring at him with the same expression as yours.

"Oh, Jack and I wanted to drink coffee." He answered proceeding to get the cups and you three nodded as he walked away from there with a satisfied grin on his face as if he won a mission.

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11:32 am

It's been half an hour since the shoot ended and everybody went home except Ria and Jack. Rose and Jack had to discuss something related to contract so they were seated at the corner table whilst you and Ria were were sitting beside each other with Baekhyun across of you by the window.

"This picture came out so good!" Ria exclaimed staring at the picture which you three fangirls took with Song Joongki earlier before uploading it on her Instagram.

Ria took a sip of her coffee before glancing at Baekhyun who was staring at you without you knowing causing Ria's lips to curve into a smirk as her ship was sailing.

"Baekhyun sunbae?"

Baekhyun's head instantly jolted towards her and you also looked at her before she broke out in a shy grin.

"I wanted to ask if I can add you on my insta so I can tag you?" She asked hesitantly which you could see in her eyes causing you look at Baekhyun expectantly.

"Sure." Baekhyun immediately answered fishing out his phone and you smiled as you saw your bestfriend smiling in relief as you remembered how she awkward she got when locked eyes with him but seeing them getting along well, you felt happy.

"Y/n, tell me yours too." Baekhyun asked snapping you out of your trance and you looked at him with doe eyes.

"I will send her username to you but you won't find anything interesting since she just likes to explore." Ria told nonchalantly and you shot a glare at her.

"You know what's more interesting?" You uttered lowly gritting your teeth as she glanced at you. "My punch."

Baekhyun chuckled lowly shaking his head while Ria ignored your warning and shifted her eyes back to her phone screen.

"Woah y/n!" She exclaimed making you and Baekhyun flinch by her loud tone before she pushed her phone infront of you.

"Look at the comments." She scrolled through the comments. "So many guys are asking about you saying you are so pretty."

"The girl with the ponytail looks cute." Ria read the comment loud enough for Baekhyun to hear which she purposely wanted him to hear it.

Hearing this, Baekhyun's eyes widen as he immediately sat straight with his fingers gripping the coffee mug tightly as a sudden rage rushed inside him.

Your eyes widened hearing upon that and you don't know why, you immediately looked at Baekhyun who was already staring at you but then looked away before you glanced back at Ria with a dirty face.

"Block him." You spat before taking a sip of your orange juice and Baekhyun looked back at you before looking away as a smile crept on his lips which got unnoticed by you.

"You're just allergic to compliments." She retorted rolling her eyes before her phone buzzed and she excused herself out to answer the call leaving you and Baekhyun alone.

A silence followed between which you both found comfortable with stealing glances at eachother before Baekhyun decided to break it.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Your head jerked up at him and you nodded giving him sheepish grin. "Yes, and I'm sorry for sleeping in the midst of talking."

He chuckled shaking his head. "No worries, at least you slept well."

You smiled. "Thanks to you, but I really don't do that though."

He hummed nodding. "But you did it to me."

"I said sorry though." You mumbled feeling guilty with your lips forming into a pout without you knowing and Baekhyun smiled at how cute you looked.

He laughed lightly. "I'm kidding, just teasing you."

You looked at him frowning. "You're always teasing me."

He just shrugged grinning cutely. "I can't help it, You're fun to tease with."

You sniffled before looking away from him wondering if he's like that to every girl and that thought somewhat made you feel weird inside.

"Are you going home alone? Should I give you a ride?"

You snapped out and looked at Baekhyun who was giving you a question look before you shook your head.

"No, it's alright. Ria and I are going to my home since we have a doctors appointment for dan."

He nodded. "Yeah, he told me."

You brows knitted. "He told you?"

"Eung, I called him to ask about his foot and he told me."

"Wait, so you have dan's number? Since when?"

"Since the day we met." He replied nonchalantly.

You leaned back on your chair amazed. "It's strange how he's took a liking to you this instant which is new to me, I don't even know why he likes you so much."

"Why don't you find out then?" He leaned forward placing his arms on the chair staring at you with a teasing smile causing your heart skip a beat before you bit your lip, letting out a out a nervous laugh.

"What's taking her so long?" You shifted your eyes outside, taking a sip from your orange juice calming your heart and Baekhyun couldn't help but smile at your flustered state as you seemed adorable yet innocent.

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8:36 pm

"So, how is it going?" Jongdae questioned Baekhyun who's eyes were glued to the TV screen and the remote control in his hand as he was having a duel with sehun.

His brows arched. "Hm? What are you talking about?"

"Hyung, he meant your girl." Sehun intruded earning a glare from the latter and Jongdae nodded.

"She is not my girl, how many times I have told you and there's nothing going on. We're just friends." Baekhyun told them eyes still glued on the screen with his fingers taping the controller rapidly.

"Are you sure you both are just friends? Then can I talk to her? She seems cute though." Jongin wriggled his eyebrows getting a smack in return causing him wince in pain as he rubbed his arm while pouting.

"Why are you hitting him?" Junmyeon sat opposite of him drinking his water. "We're just asking what we see."

Baekhyun's brows knitted. "What do you mean? What do you see?"

"That how you're always smiling when you come back from work." Minseok remarked causing Baekhyun to tilt his head to him confused then back to the game.

"What's so surprising about that? Ain't I always like that?"

"You are but around us." Chanyeol uttered out of nowhere giving the latter scare before he plopped himself beside him staring at him.

"We have never seen you this open to any girl not even Somi, you know." He added getting Baekhyun's attention but he couldn't utter anything as he felt himself thinking about it.

"Okay, leave that. Tell me how's she like?" Yixing spoke making Baekhyun look at him perplexed.

"I mean, we have seen her but we've never really talked to her. So how's she like?" He added and Baekhyun somehow felt a little nervous for the first time talking about you.

He sighed licking his lips. "At first I thought that she's just an ordinary girl who's my co-worker, but when we started talking I got to know how innocent and pure she is."

"More than that her mind is so beautiful." He trailed off his lips forming into a smile. "She's like way different and down to earth girl."

"Oohhhh~~" Boys chorused together making the latter groan in annoyance and regretting telling them.

"Lover boy is in love!" Jongdae exclaimed loudly and baekhyun threw a glare at him before shaking his head while shifting his eyes to the game.

"Honestly, I don't know if it's really that feeling or just attraction." He rolled his tongue over his lips and the boys nodded, understanding his confusion.

"Figure it out before it's too late." Everyone turned their head to Kyungsoo who spoke the most important thing and Baekhyun sighed nodding.

"YESSS! I WON!" Sehun exclaimed making everyone startle by his outburst before Baekhyun's jaw dropped at the sight of him losing.

"NOOO!"

"Heol! Daebak! Baekhyunee hyung lost first time because of a girl!" Jongin yelled laughing getting a pillow thrown on his face by Baekhyun.

"Shut up!"

"Achoo!" You groaned sniffling before proceeding your way to the kitchen. "Who the hell is bad-mouthing me?"

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more than beliefs (5: mother knows best)

A/N: still trying at this ! i still don't own any tables so honestly, writing has been kinda hard :') but i'm still up to a polished chapter 7 and know VERY well what is happening in chapter 8, so we're looking pretty good. i wrote all of chivalry chapter by chapter so.....hoping this goes well :'D

WARNINGS: manipulation, plotting a murder, paranoia description, blunt force trauma, assault, amnesia, blood, graphic description of violence — this chapter’s the first doozy! if i missed anything, please let me know!

Words: 4378

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enjoy!! <3

“Now, this might be a controversial opinion, but the second Little Mermaid movie is a top-tier Disney sequel,” the Director said, idly mixing a teaspoon around in his hot chocolate.

Roman scoffed. He was sitting on the Director’s couch, wrapped in a blanket while they watched 2005’s Just Like Heaven starring Mark Ruffalo and Reese Witherspoon. The Director had suggested they watch something from Disney, but while Roman loved the whole library of Disney movies lining his shelf, he couldn’t choose which one he wanted. To his surprise, the Director didn’t have a favorite, either. He’d said he was fond of the cookie-cutter damsel in distress narrative of older Disney stories, which Roman tried (and failed) to take offense to, but did agree that many modern movies like Big Hero 6 had interestingly complex and developed stories.

“I just prefer the expansion on oceanic lore. And I’m a sucker for a good parental storyline, when the former protag takes on the motherly role.” The Director took a sip of his coffee.

“And here I thought you weren’t one of my creative advisors,” Roman said with a smirk, crossing his arms upon his pillowy throne.

The Director scoffed, and as he rolled his eyes Roman could have sworn that he was blushing. Maybe he was embarrassed. “Just because I’m not David doesn’t mean I can’t have opinions on works of art,” he sounded dejected—Roman guessed that was fair. The Dragon and Damsel and Child, most obviously, had strong opinions on art yet no artistic inclinations.

It was still up in the air if the Thief did. It didn’t seem like he had many opinions on things that weren’t consequential to Roman’s direct safety, but he was very quiet. Roman didn’t rule out the possibility of the Thief just not wanting to share that information with him, which was….well. Unfortunate.

Roman wished he got to know his advisors better. Ever since they were separated from him, Roman feels like he’s been at the grinding stone with them all. The Thief had spent the whole wedding either swearing or screaming suggestions angrily, and when he wasn’t, he was comforting an incredibly distraught Bard. The Damsel and Playwright tried to help the most but... He had barely even seen the Artist outside of their creative sessions. He had barely seen the Dragon or Child, period.

The Director was an interesting one. Roman had everyone’s phone numbers, because, well, he wasn’t about to use carrier pigeons. Though that might be super cool to try one day. But the Director was just about the only advisor to casually reach out to him. He would send Roman memes. How did he even get memes? Roman and Remus had created an Imagination-version of the internet, so it was likely from their co-sponsored Imagination Tumblr or something. The Director putting in the effort and time to think of Roman during such small instances was what made Roman feel more comfortable here, though. That’s what made him trust the Director with these sorts of situations. Almost made them closer...

Was that selfish? To favor one part of oneself over others? Surely not. It was similar to recognizing flaws, or pimples and blemishes. Not to say any of the others were blemishes. Drats, even Roman’s internal monologue was demeaning to himself.

“Do you want any more coffee? I’m going to go refill,” the Director’s voice jolted Roman out of his stupor, and he looked up with wide eyes.

“No, I’m okay,” and after a small beat, he added, “Thank you again for housing me. I can’t imagine what Phillip would want to say after yesterday’s debacle.”

The Director scoffed. Roman snuggled into his blanket more, listening to the Director pour himself another mug and reply. “Anytime, Roman,” he chuckled, then put on one of the most outlandishly fake accents Roman’s ever heard. “I live to serve~”

“Sto-op,” Roman groaned, throwing his head back and shooting the Director a glare—well, glaring at the kitchen door. There were walls around all of the rooms here, unlike the Mind Palace.

The Director laughed even more when he returned, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed on the cushion. He held his mug in his hands for a few seconds before talking, tone much more sober.

“I do have to say. I’m surprised I was the one you came to.” The Director’s voice is a little more quiet. “I thought for sure you would have sought comfort with Cadence or Gavin before me.”

Roman blinks. “I guess….I didn’t want to be judged again.” He looked back down at his lap, at the blankets piled up there and his own coziness. “Every time I come back after an argument, or after making a fool of myself, it seems everyone has an opinion on how poorly I handled a situation. None of them really acknowledge….It must have been….”

He’d been a little confused about it, too. The trust issue.

“Janus has strung my emotions along enough for it to be fair that I don’t trust him,” Roman said, voice soft as he tried to put how he’d been feeling into words. “Right?”

That was as close an explanation as he could get to. Because it all boiled down to the trust issue, in his understanding of the situation. As much as Patton wanted him to let go of the situation, Patton was focusing on the mustache quip rather than the whole trust thing. Janus knew Roman had wanted to go to the callback. But Roman also wanted to be a good person, if that’s what Thomas wanted. Thomas wanted to be a good person so Roman also wanted to be a good person.

But when being a good person directly went against Thomas’ dreams, Janus stepped in. And sure, he argued that they weren’t supposed to be self-sacrificial, but wasn’t that a hero’s job? When did a hero ever get to keep anything before sacrificing everything? Isn’t that what made sense?

Janus didn’t even do a good job at explaining it, not until all the damage had already been done. This was different from just giving Roman the perfect set up for a theater display, this was Janus pretending that he wanted what Roman wanted. This was Janus pretending to be his friend but wanting Thomas to...be a bad person?

He didn’t understand. Maybe Patton was right. Maybe Roman just didn’t understand. And that’s what made his disgruntlement so confusing, because in his heart, Roman knew Janus was trying to help, he knew that, he understood. But then why did it hurt so much?

“Oh, honey, he’s gone way past that. Don’t gaslight yourself into thinking he’s been helpful,” Macbeth’s icy voice cut through the thoughts wrangling Roman’s mind.

The Director was so self-assured. It was comforting. He was sitting on the couch, arms crossed as he explained.

“And Patton, Logan, turning around just to say you should let it go and listen to him after he’s lied nine times out of ten?” the Director threw his head back and let out a sharp “Hah! No, your anger is rational. And defensible.”

“Why won’t any of the others agree with that?”

The Director starred at Roman for a minute. Just a little too long. His eyes seemed to press Roman into a corner, under a box. Scrutinized.

They both knew that “others” wasn’t a reference to the other Sides. The Director kept his distance from Roman’s other advisors, he knew that, but Roman didn’t know how far. The Director wasn’t the kind to just watch them, was he?

“They all have their opinions. About Disney and otherwise.” He took another drink of his coffee then shook his head, standing up, motioning for Roman to follow, “May I show you….something. Without you thinking I’m crazy?”

Now, that’s always a fairly worrying question to hear. “No, no, I trust you,” Roman said with a slight grin.

The Director must have been able to see how it waned, because he chuckled, smiled back. “I think we’re all a little zany. But that’s the charm. Phillip is undoubtedly the scariest, as much as Draco tries. The Prince, Damsel, whichever you want, has a noticeable villain complex.”

Wait, what?

The Director raised his hands in mock defeat. Showing his hands, like he were trying to assure Roman that he wasn’t being suspicious. But the hairs on Roman’s neck rose. He led Roman to the door just besides Roman’s room. When he first started visiting the Director, he explained that this was his study. Roman had never gone in. Because, you know, when you respect someone you also respect their privacy.

“I’ve only ever spoken to Marlowe, but, you know. I’m the Director of players I can never meet. I had to take notes,” he added the final part quietly.

He glanced over the combination button pad on the door. Roman hadn’t noticed that. What room would require a combination lock? And who would be….Was it to keep him out? Or someone else? Maybe the Playwright, the Director mentioned he’d been over before. Keep anyone out, it seemed.

“I….notes?” he was flabbergasted. What the fuck was happening?

“Yeah.” The Director opened the door slowly and motioned for Roman to follow.

Inside were papers. One wall was a large tackboard, photos and sticky notes and papers pinned up, connected with lines of colored yarn. Roman felt his mouth fall open as he inspected it. There were notes on all of his advisors, all seven of the others, even some of people Roman didn’t know. There was someone with four eyes. Someone with antlers. Who were they? How did this all fit together?

Why in Athena’s name did the Director have corkboard notes on the other advisors? That was a lot more than a little weird.

“I...You’re wonderful, Roman. So productive and pristine and princely, as you deserve to be. But there are some areas where you can stand to improve.” Roman was probably only processing some of the Director’s words as he rolled up his sleeves and pulled out a metal stick, one that looked oddly like a wand.

He held it in one hand, and suddenly it extended, until it was a pointer. The Director held both ends of it and watched Roman for a reaction, a response, something.

“I would have to agree,” Roman stumbled over his words a little, eyes still glued to the notes—there were some by the Child that read ‘Naive/Trusting/Problem?’—before he slowly turned back to the Director with a weak grin once again. “I mean, I might be pristinely princely, but those P alliterations don’t include perfect. No one’s perfect.”

“It may be an unattainable dream, but we’re well familiar with those. We can only strive for improvement! And when improving you and yourself, that means making changes to them,” the Director gestured up at the wall of photos, of the parts of Roman’s self, and smacked the Child’s photo with his pointer. “I actually only thought I would be reading these notes, so forgive me for any, er. Sharp language.”

Roman knew that self-improvement meant adopting new mindsets, but he had no idea that putting parts of himself into characters involved changing them as well, though it did make sense. Self-insert characters had to change if you were changing the self that was being inserted. Right?

If he wanted to improve….it made sense. He had to change himself, including the facets of himself.

“That’s fair,” Roman murmured, “Okay. These….You could take these notes to the other advisors. Surely they’d accept it?”

“At this point, I don’t know who would kill me faster,” the Director scoffed, then gestured at the Damsel’s notes, a cluster of sticky notes and drawings and photos of the Damsel at a well enough distance that it was closer to stalker-ish. “Phillip wouldn’t want competition. Marlowe agrees that he can be quite standoffish when threatened, and a newcomer claiming to be one of Roman’s advisors? Someone who doesn’t have his respect in a royal manner?”

The Director pointed to the Thief now, a even more grave expression adorning his face. “And Eric. Tell me you think he would accept a newcomer of any kind. Just tell me. Especially near Gavin. And the Child himself probably wouldn’t like me.”

Well, that sounded off. Roman leaned on the wall besides the door, back against his hands as he continued to inspect the wall. There were notes on the other advisors’ behaviors, their antics.

For some reason, Roman could almost imagine Janus or Logan doing this. It was something close to weird and something else close to endearing. Was that weird?

“Why not? Gavin’s pretty trusting.” Roman didn’t look away from the wall as he replied.

“In fairness, he might like me, but I don’t know if I could ever come around to liking him. He’s the root source of all our issues, especially our present issue with Janus, Patton, Logan. Even past issues with Remus, if I’m remembering them properly. What Gavin represents allows us to be easily swayed.”

That got Roman to look away, look down at the Director. He was glaring up at the Child’s photo with something fierce, which startled Roman enough. I mean, that was a whole child there. What would inspire this much hatred?

“Really now?” Roman wanted to know.

“He gets us to let our guard down. It’s at Gavin’s behest we take chances, but it’s that same honesty that leads us to broken promises, taking in lies like they’re candy. I don’t know what I would do with him,” the Director sounded disappointed.

That was a fair analysis. All of the advisors—the Playwright, the Thief, the Child, Bard, Artist, Dragon, Damsel, Director—they all represented different parts of Roman, similar to how the Sides represented parts of Thomas. In theory, they worked together. In practice, that was far from the truth, but Roman knew for his sake that they were trying their best.

They all oversaw different parts of Roman’s psyche, too. The Playwright, for example, was most similar to Logan in that he represented Roman’s research and organization, on a creative and egotistical level. The Playwright—Marlowe—could be trusted with knowing how many liters of blood were in the human body as well as every one of the Sides’ favorite karaoke songs, even the exact time and date they met Nico.

The Child was Roman’s belief, his ability to dream. It was fair to assume that that made him the most naïve part. Perhaps it was even a fair conclusion that the debacles with Janus were caused by what the Child represented.

Roman hadn’t thought of it like that. The last time he’d talked to the Child, Gavin, about the situation, he had seem incredibly disappointed.

He’d never stopped to ask what the Child was disappointed in, though. Was he disappointed in Roman? Or in himself? Did the Child know he was the one who had pushed Roman to trust Janus? Did….There was no way that this was….the Child’s fault. Was it?

“Huh.” Roman’s voice echoed emptily to himself. A pit opened in his stomach, something difficult to grasp. The root cause of his burdens couldn’t be his ability to dream. His dreams themselves, his hopes, his beliefs. He….he was the daydreamer, the creator. That couldn’t be a flaw, could it?

The Director watched him, but Roman hardly noticed. It was only for a few seconds, too, of stoic silence before the Director interrupted his thoughts with a huff, looked across the board. “This is quite a bit of insight at once. Maybe we should finish the movie.”

“Director?”

Roman and the Director both turned to the open doorway, the later slapping a hand over his own mouth immediately. With a flick of his wrist, the door closed quietly, clicking just loud enough for the both of them to hear. They also heard the Playwright in the living room, footsteps echoing faintly on the stone floor.

“Director?” the Playwright called out again.

“Fuck,” the Director whispered. This must have been an unplanned visit.

“What? We can just go out and say hello,” Roman said back, though his demeanor and body language spoke of worry, almost fear.

The Playwright was well known to be a pacifist. And the Playwright knew about the Director, knew about Roman knowing the Director. He was a little surprised to find that the Playwright didn’t know the Director’s name was Macbeth, but Roman knew the Director to be a man of secrets.

“He doesn’t know I….He doesn’t know you’re here. He barely knows we talk,” the Director looked around the room and pressed a hand to one of the walls, “Fuck. How are we going to get him out?”

The rock beneath the Director’s hand morphs into a doorway and he opens it. The Playwright was standing in the living room, close to the front door to the home. He looked up at them both, eyes widening when he met Roman’s. Before Roman could say anything, even think of something to say, the Playwright spoke with ease.

“Roman’s here? Thank goodness. Virgil’s come looking for him,” he gave Roman a small smile, strained but caring all the same.

“Ah.” Roman stiffened. Virgil came looking for him? In the Imagination? Why? How? He didn’t have his own passage into this space yet, how’d he get here?

He didn’t want to talk to Virgil. As supportive as he’d been, especially when it came to taking care of Thomas, there were still some areas where Roman wanted to be alone, wanted to process his thoughts alone. Virgil was...vindictive. Which was a strong word to use, but an apt one. Virgil’s distaste in Janus made it hard for Roman to form his own thoughts, which was why he often tried away from Virgil as much as Patton.

He wasn’t ready for that kind of confrontation, and the Director must have been able to tell, because he physically looked like he didn’t want Roman to go.

“I actually didn’t expect to find you here, though I’m not entirely surprised,” the Playwright must not have been privy to these feelings, glancing between the Director and Roman, shock still gracing his features.

“Really now,” the Director said, tilting his head, “Why not?”

“I just didn’t know Roman had met you, but of course, even I’m not as omniscient as Creativity himself,” the Playwright stepped closer, reaching toward Roman. “You have to come up, though. Virgil said everyone’s worried.”

Roman starred at the Playwright’s hand, unsure of what to do with the gesture. He knew everyone would be worried, on a baseline. Closed doors didn’t do well around the Mind Palace, especially his, especially after his splitting incident, but that didn’t mean he had to cater to everyone else’s worry. He was allowed privacy.

Before he formulated a response, though, the Director placed a hand in front of Roman. His smile toward the Playwright turned sour, lips pursed in a mix of thought and anger.

“He doesn’t have to go see Virgil if he doesn’t want to.” Roman felt some of the tension in his shoulder alleviate at the Director’s statement, as basic as it was.

The Playwright, on the other hand, didn’t seem to understand. He looked between Roman and the Director again, surprised even further by how familiar they seemed. There had been a fair amount of transparency in Roman’s relationships with all of the other advisors that there must be some dissonance to see him be so familiar with someone he hadn’t even expected Roman to know. Something about that surprise, the bait and switch, the lie, felt fulfilling.

“It wouldn’t be difficult to alleviate Virgil’s worried and tell him to leave again,” the Playwright explained slowly. “I’m sure, if Roman told him he wanted privacy, he would understand.”

“I’m sure, if Virgil could understand that, then he wouldn’t have tread where he shouldn’t. You can’t make him do anything.” The Director’s voice grew darker, hand unwavering.

“Make him?” the Playwright sounded so confused.

Roman was also confused where the Director’s notion came from, but it was validating to hear reminders that Roman’s decisions were his to make. But nothing in the Playwright’s tone was forceful.

For a moment, it seemed as though the Playwright would drop his confusion.

Until he took a step forward, toward the Director and Roman, with one hand outstretched. Roman didn’t know what he’d been planning, but he knew the Playwright wasn’t a sporadic man. He hated adding physicality to situations where debate and discussion could suffice. So, in hindsight, it was likely the Playwright was reaching out to make peace.

The moment passed in mere seconds.

He was taller than the Director by a noticeable few inches, so the Director bent his knees. He pushed Roman behind him with his outstretched arm, acting faster than either Roman or the Playwright could react to. The Director stuck his leg out and grabbed the Playwright by the fabric of his shirt, behind his neck. The Playwright, surprised by the sudden movements, tripped on his leg and let out a sharp gasp of surprise.

Besides them was the living room coffee table. As the Playwright fell, the Director redirected his head toward the table, shoving him away from Roman.

It felt very spur of the moment, and it happened in a true moment. The Playwright let out a scream, sharp and fearful, before his forehead collided with the edge of the metal table. He fell beneath it unconscious. Blood pooled at the Director’s feet as he stood back up.

Roman’s hands shot to his face immediately, as soon as the Playwright started falling, and he could only stare in horror at the scene. The Director, too, seemed shocked at his own reaction. He starred at his blood-stained socks for a little while, breathing heavy enough for Roman to hear. It must be the adrenaline.

“I,” the Director’s voice caught in his throat.

Roman watched. Just watched. The Director swallowed, turning around to face Roman with a mirroring horrified expression, eyes wide with surprise. “You have to make him forget.”

“What?” Roman’s voice was strained, almost a whisper, and he cleared his throat to repeat. “Excuse me?”

What kind of request….?

“If Marlowe remembers this, we’re fucked. He knows you’re here. He’s going to think I attacked him. I-I did attack him,” The Director took a slow breath, turning to look at the body on the ground before shaking his head—unable to look. “David is going to kill me.

“Make him forget. He can stay here. For a bit. We can figure this out,” he put his hands up towards Roman. “We-The other Sides’re gonna follow Virgil. We both know that. And, uh. Only Marlowe knew I was here. So we’ve got time to figure out how to, uh. Play this off.”

Roman starred at him with wide eyes. The past two days had been such a long mess, he didn’t know what to do. Physically, he could remove the Playwright memories. He’d be a blank slate of a character, only backstory. What would that do? The Playwright’s backstory was that he was the Playwright. He didn’t have some elaborate parent-death or chosen-one-esque story that he could fall back on. Poor bastard wasn’t even the one who had Roman’s memories prior.

But the Director was right, in a way. If they wanted more time to think about everything—the other Sides were looking for him? How did Virgil get in here? Why would he be looking for Roman, it wasn’t uncommon for him to stomp away from a verbal duel, why now?—then they couldn’t have the Playwright ratting them out.

When he manipulated the Imagination directly, his powers were red. Remus’ were green. It was distinctive. So when Roman sank down, put a hand on the back of the Playwright’s head, his hand turned red.

It blended in with the blood.

Roman felt vile. He had to do this, or else the others would find him. A quiet, dull part of his mind told him that didn’t matter but….he didn’t want to be found. He didn’t.

He pulled gently, as though tugging the thoughts out, and something glistened red and gold as he did. Then, Roman let it go, and it disappeared. It reminded him a little of Dumbledore pulling his own memories out in Harry Potter. Roman didn’t feel much the chosen one, either, though.

“There,” he said quietly.

The Director let out a soft breath. It didn’t sound like either of them knew what to do, to be fair. Maybe the Director hadn’t even expected this.

“I’ll….here.” The Director looked up and pointed at the wall behind the couch.

The couch scooted forward a little, enough for there to be a walkway behind it, and the room simultaneously pulled away from the couch. Then, a door formed on the wall. It clicked once, then swung open. Another room.

Roman stood still, staring at his hands—was that magic or blood?—while the Director leaned down to pick the Playwright up. The man hadn’t moved since being bludgeoned by the table.

“Under the sink in the bathroom is a first aid kit,” the Director said, voice stoic, taking the reins on the situation, “I’ll make him a bedroom and bandage his head. Then he can stay for a day or two. We must figure out what to do, about the other Sides and about Marlowe.”

That was fair. He’d only stay a little.

Dimly, Roman remembered that this was the Imagination, he mastered this world, so he could technically get rid of the Playwright’s wound. He could get rid of his memory and the wound and send him right back to his home, right back to the Artist, good as normal and none the wiser.

But….something in the back of his head stopped him. And the Director pulled him into the other room faster than Roman could overcome whatever clouded thoughts were plaguing him.

#chivalry au #roman #roman sanders #ts roman #sanders sides fic #clap clap clap clap #tw blood #tw violence #tw assault #tw blunt force trauma #tw amnesia #AND WE HIT ONE OF THE BIGGEST ISSUES IN THIS FIC #LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THIS WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER I WROTE LKGJKHJGKJGH #marlowe goes through it #its okay he needed a cognitive recalibration

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I'm sure of that. Dawon stans, show up here! 🙋🏻‍♀️ About your requests open, this is the best news ever 😍 So, let me think... What about something cute, I don't know well, maybe a cuddle night with a sweet make out session? Or a late night date watching the stars... Something like that. I'm lacking with my ideias these days, so feel free to improve it. And thank you ^.^ 💟 - 🦋

Date night

Pairing: Lee Sanghyuk I Dawon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2699

Summary: Today, the heart- warming memories of how you two started dating came back to you and while work may not have been the best, it sure felt like the right day for a date with your loving boyfriend, Sanghyuk.

A/N: Heyyy 🦋, I’m sorry for making you wait once again but here it is! *Presents proudly* I loved your idea and had such an amazing time writing it. Also, I’ve been receiving support on my other fic ‘Warmth’ and I’m really thankful for that so here is another fic that I hope you can enjoy!

Dates weren’t uncommon between the two of you but suddenly reminded of how much you love him, there had to be a date for a date somewhere in the near future. Since you started dating during the summer of last year, tooth- rotting fluff between the two of you made you shy. The kind of shy where you would smile widely but look away and try to force it off your face. You were embarrassed at how he made you feel so you tried to hide it and send subtle signs hoping he would get the hints.

Unfortunately he didn’t because anytime you would flirt, he would do the same under the guise of friendship. Ripples of frustration made its course through you and one day, all your pent up feelings splashed like a bucket of paint hurled across canvas. You didn’t go for the obvious options of screaming, shouting or crying but just kissing him. Pouring all your feelings into one kiss, relief flooded through you and the desire to hug him overcame you but holding back you hoped that at least this time he would be able to return your feelings. That is exactly what he did and ever since then, the both of you have been going strong.

In the past couple of weeks there had been changes in your work. A change of leadership and office politics not only made the atmosphere tense but working with your team was hard. Back straight and unbiased smiles towards everyone, you made sure to do an excellent job of not getting involved in any drama. The outcome would be greater than getting involved however, it was eating away at you and you could see that the same was happening with your co-workers. The less the issue was treated, the more difficult it became to solve it.

Break time came and you were about to leave when a buzz caught your attention. It may have been a passing moment’s worth of information travelling through your visual field but you knew it was him.

Picking it up, you read, ‘’Hey, how is work? Are your co-workers still having that fight 😂😢’’ causing a smile to light up your face.

Laughing, you texted back, ‘’Hey, work is still the same. Oh yes, they definitely are and this is making everyone antisocial 🤧 Feels great to be here, you know💀 How is your work?’’.

Collecting your coat and making a headway for the elevator, you exited the building and walked towards the café opposite- not an unusual place to meet up with colleagues from different departments.

Opening the door, you were greeted with the distinct smell of cinnamon and pecan nuts. Your eyes caught your friends sitting at different tables. They look like a bunch of students gossiping but the difference is that it’s over coffee. You smiled at the thought. They instantly recognised you and waves were exchanged. Making your way to the table and taking a free seat, a senior spoke,

‘’I heard that there are some plans underway to build a building at the back’’ to which someone else replied, ‘’Is that where all the resources are going? We need more hole punchers though, because someone seems to be stealing all of them.’’ eliciting laughs from those at the table.

Your phone buzzed back and opening the message, you read, ‘’Oh nooo, is my baby having a hard time? Don’t worry, some things take time so cheer up and hope for the best~~. Also, I’ve been thinking, since you need a break, why don’t we go on a date?’’.

Your heart skipped a little at the mention of a date and you texted back, ‘’Ah yes, your baby is having a hard time T_T. Is there a small chance if any, for me to scream on the rooftop tonight? Thank you, I’ll be here waiting 🙋‍♀️ A date sounds super refreshing right now and I wouldn’t mind the idea ~^~’’.

Online now he texted, ‘’Hehe, you’ll get plenty of hugs when you get home. Very funny or did you forget that we don’t have a roof? Obviously you didn’t so do you think our neighbours will call the police, they think we’re are crazy people already..’’

Resisting the urge to laugh, you replied, ‘’I don’t even know who our neighbours are, should I just call it a half day and head home? Time and place for our date?’’.

‘’That’s cute ;) I’ll pick you up but at what time do you finish today? Also, I don’t remember our neighbours being scary or anything like that 😶. This one’s a bit random but one day, just one day, lets sleep in. The place is a surprise and no, it doesn’t matter how many times you budge me, I won’t tell you 😘 ‘’ came his reply.

Looking back up from the screen and sipping your coffee, you decided that you had a decent amount of time remaining.

You texted him back with, ‘’I finish at 5:30 today, what about you? I could meet you at home if there is a lot of waiting time. It’s a bit random ahaha, I wouldn’t mind sleeping in and plus we could do it on a Friday so we have a three-day weekend. Because you won’t tell me, I’m super excited now. You may get into trouble if I call you right now but just wait, when we meet I’m going to shake it out of you😊’’.

You could picture him laughing a little on the other side as he replied, ‘’I finish at 4:15 today so I’ll pick you up and don’t worry, it’s only a little bit of a wait. I love how we are scheduling a perfect time for us to be lazy and you know what? That sounds absolutely amazing to me right now so tell when you want to do that. Also, my lips are sealed 🤐 🤗 ’’.

Excited for the date, a small smile reached your face as you texted back, ‘’I’d love that too so tomorrow let’s schedule it together. Alright, I guess I can wait for up to 6 hours 😑 I can’t wait to meet you though, see you soon.’’.

‘’Whoever said 6 hours is long? I can already see you frowning at the mention of that 😂 😂 . Anyways, see you soon babe’’ you read and pocketed your phone with the thought of a date lingering at the back of your mind.

Break ended within the span of a couple of minutes and exiting the café, you made your way back to work. A small sigh escaped your lips thinking about the workload but you straightened your back and walked confidently pursuing the idea of dedicating these hours to doing what you loved the most. Even if it meant dealing with the tension, in hindsight, the office would most likely joke about it after it ended so until that time came, you just had to wait.

Sitting at your desk, you took in a deep breath preparing yourself for whatever was to come. Powering through the work felt satisfying, if not, at ease because not only did you get most of your work done, it was almost the end of the day and you could finally see your boyfriend- the moment you had been waiting for.

It had always been like this as the day was fun but the most exciting part was leaving knowing that you had done what you came for. In the elevator, your senior from another department walked in. Recognition flashed across your faces and you greeted one another but subtly, you felt nervous.

Your co-workers absolutely, and you meant absolutely spent all day dreaming about how fit this man was. You couldn’t have disagreed more, nudging Sanghyuk forward as more fit even though he wouldn’t admit it even if his life depended on it. ‘’You okay?’’ he asked and you looked up, wondering what was happening. Small talk?. Nodding, you asked, ‘’You okay?’’ sealing the awkwardness in one question. After this you highly doubted any more words would be exchanged.

Nodding, the rest of the ride was in silence and after exiting, the both of you parted ways like a middle parting hairstyle. Reaching for the doors, you kept a lookout for Sanghyuk’s car spotting it almost instantly. Inside, you could see him on his phone so you knocked hoping to scare him just a little bit and scared he was. Laughing as you opened the door, he placed a soft kiss on your lips, whispering a small, ‘’hey’’. Mouthing ‘’hey’’ back, he asked, ‘’Are you ready?’’. In excitement you replied, ‘’I’ve been waiting for this moment all day, so let’s go!’’. He laughed at your enthusiasm and you joined in, feeling content.

‘‘By the way, you never told me where we’re going!’‘ you spoke suddenly, startling Sanghyuk. Ahahaha, he thinks I’ve forgotten, but forgotten I have not. ‘’Why do I feel like this is the start of you badgering me for information?’‘ he said as he laughed, rubbing his forehead. Nodding, you smiled replying, ‘‘Do we even know each other?’‘ drawing a laugh from him.

‘‘Thank goodness the place isn’t that far away then’‘ to which you asked, ‘‘How far is it?’‘ knowing that wherever this place is, it was going to be at least half an hour away and that was enough time to break the surprise. ‘‘Forty five minutes’‘ he replied with a pink tint to his cheeks making you squeeze in delight. ‘‘Please tell me you can wait for that long’‘ he stated, making me look out the window and laugh. His eyes widened as you grabbed his hand in yours and you could tell from the look on his face that he was suspicious.

‘‘You’re always doing something like that you know, like poking me or what not so honestly, I’m scared right now’‘ he said with a rush and almost immediately followed with, ‘‘Babe, I’m driving’‘. Suppressing the urge to tickle him, you wiggled your finger threateningly in the air as if to intimidate.

Unimpressed and with the flattest look in his eyes, he stated, ‘’Bring it on. I’m just thinking right now, what’s the worst that could happen?’’ but you knew that his weakness was being ticklish, something you would love to voice loudly on speakers. Giggling, you raised it and dashed it as close to his suit jacket as possible, retreating when he smiled at your antics. Using a childish voice he said, ‘‘Cute’‘ dragging the end as far as the wide ocean and this time, it was your turn to be unimpressed.

‘‘Wow, that’s mature’‘ which led him to give you an offended look. Bringing a hand to your mouth, you laughed to which he replied, ‘‘Coming from you?’‘. ‘‘Excuse me!’‘ you spluttered and the both of you sat there laughing. He shifted the position of your hands onto your lap and on the open road, the trees and the house passed by in a blur. If you looked back, the speed slowed down and everything was much clearer and resting your head on the headrest, you took in the fresh sandalwood scent of the car’s interior while the warm rays of sun ran across the dashboard as the ending of the trail led to his hand on the wheel. The backdrop a blur, your eyes traced the lining of his nose bridge all the way to his jawline, admiring his relaxed face.

It wasn’t exactly a wonder but in the span of less than forty-five minutes, the sky had begun to darken. A pink and purplish hue descended mixing in with the darkness of the blue night sky. Among the low moon, the stars that littered the sky caught your eyes and this was the first time you had paid attention to the beauty of the sunset speaking gently, ‘’The sky is so pretty today’’.

Looking up, he sucked in a sharp breath as he took in the stunning sight. ‘’It is’’ he said in agreement. Breaking the comfortable silence that enveloped the two of you, he stated with joy in his voice, ‘’We almost reached by the way’’ peaking your focus on your surroundings.

‘‘Not a lot of people come here so we should have the place to ourselves’‘ he said, turning left and finding a parking spot. Stepping out, the wind blew calmly like the sea breeze at the beach- welcoming and pleasantly. Coming around the side, he hugged your hand in his own and tenderly tugged you along.

‘’Where are we?’‘ you asked looking up at him with wide, honest eyes. ‘‘Somewhere where you can relax. A colleague recommended this place so I’m just as new to this place as you are.’‘ he ended with a twinkling laugh. Adorned with tiny, green plants, the pathway wasn’t lit but there was just enough moonlight for the both of you to walk up. From the distance, you realised how much wider the place actually was.

Sculpted, a dark green hedge was accompanied by dome- shaped, glossy bright orange flowers that could be seen even as night approached. It acted as an entrance and replaced all the signs welcoming confused visitors. Leading you towards a bench, the two of you took a seat side-by-side. He left your hand and instead wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you to rest your head on his chest.

‘’Are you cold?’’ he asked and you shook your head disagreeing. ‘’You were right, this place is really relaxing. Thank you for thinking of me and bringing me here’’ you said in appreciation. Moving his right arm to the side of your head, he turned your head so that you were face to face with him. Eyes, a warm shade of dark brown, he connected his lips with yours.

Sweet passion fruit and milk chocolate, the sky blue hydrangeas bloomed; in the distant ambience of the place, a bird took its first flight, soaring. Carefully and softly, your lips moved with the flow of his lips which feel velvety and delicate. Leaning away, the both of you took a breath as he said, ‘’You know those people who you just click with? As in, you become their best friends and they become special to you. So always- I will always think of you.’’.

Your hands moved up to his face and capturing his cheeks, your lips met his. Connecting for the second time, he felt just as sweet as the first, like every kiss you had shared. Endearingly, he managed to daze you each time reminding you of the shiny and sugary glaze on doughnuts, simple and classic.

Smiling, your hands moved to smooth his hair which really didn’t need any smoothing but you felt the need to press his face in between your hands. Slyly you said, ‘’I think I like you, like a lot’’ to which he chuckled and said, ‘’I like you a lot too so stay with me’’. ‘’I’m not going anywhere, I’m just here to bother you’’ you replied with a giggle and facing you he incredulously asked, ‘’Did you just ruin-?’’.

Laughing while shaking his head, he pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead making your cheeks turn pink. When you returned the kiss, he questioned, ‘’What was that for?’’ and looking at his flushed cheeks, you smiled at the accomplishment. ‘’Just so, for once, you can feel how you make me feel’’ you replied with a bright smile.

Hand to his chest he acted like his chest was hurting and breathing hoarsely said, ‘’Slow down’’ making you laugh a little. Settling down, your head went back to lean on his chest. Fingers gently pushed your hair out of your face; you moved your arms to envelope his torso, feeling the toned lines. Lying in his embrace, the two of you sat and watched the stars.

Therapeutic, your relationship was something that you looked forward to everyday because apart from seeing one another, new adventures and exciting thrills came your way. Ultra realistic stills of your time with him were printed and couldn’t be easily forgotten so together, you took baby steps, one day at a time.

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