of overwhelming hotness

Black & Gold

Hot Like Burning

Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.

Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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not everyone knows that but bob suffers from anxiety and big crowds and being the center of attention kind of overwhelm him. he was hot and sweating all day because of anxiety, he kept fanning himself even though it wasn’t hot there. but he still had a huge smile on his face and stood in front of his table to greet fans and took the time to talk and give a hug to everyone. he talks at least 2-3 minutes to anyone who wants to chat, even if there’s a long line. he almost never takes breaks. if there are any people waiting at his table, he’ll stay past his scheduled time. i told him that his support of mental health and just him in general and the show helped me with my mental issues. and he seemed really touched he said that it makes him really happy if he can help anyone like that. also i don’t wanna spoil anything but he told there’s a project* he’d like to do soon so i’d keep an eye on his twitter in the next weeks. not a professional project btw, i mean something personal

Fan (@murphybeIIamy) about Bob Morley at Ottawa Comic Con

*another fan reported the project is related to mental health

The Line Between Right and Wrong // Vampire!Wonho x Chubby!Reader Smut

Warnings // Voyeurism, male and female masturbation.

This is also kind of takes place in the 1950′s (well it’s not modern)

This couldn’t be that wrong, could it? Sure, a vampire watching an unsuspecting human through her window was an invasion of privacy, but I was her mate. Surely that made it a little okay, right? She just needed a little protection, whether she liked it or not. This was a dangerous neighborhood, fraught with muggers and sleazy vampires, and there was no way that I was going to leave her alone in that environment. She smelt too sweet and warm, corruptible, taintable. An absolutely devastating scent to a vampire and an unfortunate scent for a human to have. Terrible creatures are drawn towards the most innocent and pure; their blood is sweeter than sin, forbidden and untouched. She had caught the eye of every single vampire we came in contact with while on our date, making me feel obligated to stay and watch over her a little bit after I gave her a short and sweet peck on the lips and she thought I left. I couldn’t leave a lady in danger, that would be far worse than what I was doing now.

So I wasn’t doing this for my pleasure. I wasn’t staying just to see her longer, to admire her when she didn’t know I was watching. I was just making sure that she wouldn’t get hurt and that she was safe. My stomach didn’t flip when I saw her walk upstairs and into her room, flicking on the light and setting her purse down on her desk. I didn’t smile when she twirled around her room with her arms spread and a smile on her face, or when she flopped down onto her stomach on her bed, burying her face in the pillow and letting out a cute excited little shriek. I didn’t feel flattered knowing that I was the cause of all of her adorable excitement. 

When I first came to pick her up I had been stunned by her appearance, I looked her up and down (She would never know, it was far too subtle for a human to pick up), not quite used to her unapologetically beautiful and soft features. She was round, curves everywhere, chubby flushed cheeks, puffy lips, doe eyes; all put together with a creamy white dress that fell around the middle of those luscious thighs. Her neck was exposed as was a lot of her chest, her cleavage tastefully displayed. Truly a magnificent creature, representing the best her kind had to offer. We had gone on a simple date, walking through the park arm in arm and chatting about this and that, talking about our weeks as we hadn’t seen each other for a bit. I told her about the antics of my coven mates, how Minhyuk had tricked Hyungwon out of a bag of blood just by saying that the pretty girl at a local shop that he had had his eye on had been hurt, causing him to run out of the building frantically. We continued the date like that, strolling through the darkening paved path. I of course noticed the eyes on us, the way we were being watched by many vampires, wondering why I hadn’t just killed her yet. I had decided to take her back home after one vampire had tried to lunge at her and kill her, and had he not have been held back by his mate whom could see the bond between us, he would have. I walked her all the way to her front door and before leaving I had lightly tilted her face upwards and pressed a soft kiss to her pretty lips. Her heart had sped up before my action, she knew it was coming, and when I actually did it her heart skipped a beat and fluttered in her chest as she let out a breathy laugh. An absolute angel.

I suddenly caught the tendrils of a sweet scent that vaguely reminded me of hers, but it was different in some way. It was warmer, more primal and almost more tempting than the scent of her blood. I furrowed my brows and studied her form, trying to figure out what it was. She was staring up at the ceiling, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth and her chest was heaving, making her breasts slightly bulge out of the top of her dress that she had yet to take off. I trailed my eyes down her form and the source of the smell became more apparent. She was grinding those beautiful thighs together, her hands hovering unsurely above them. She slowly opened them, trailing her fingers gently on the inside of them, getting close to the seam of her pretty lace panties.

I should turn away. I should really turn away. But I couldn’t find my resolve, not when she was standing up out of the bed and slipping the zipper down on the back of her dress, slowly slipping it down her body and tugging it off her hips when it clung to her supple skin. Not when she crawled back onto the bed and laid with her legs spread and her feet planted on the bed. Nor when she glided her fingers down the swell of her bra clad breasts, down the swell of chubby skin on her tummy, stopping right at the top of her panties and repeating the circuit over and over again. Why would I look away from pristine art? 

This was inappropriate. I shouldn’t be seeing this, not when we aren’t married. It didn’t matter that we had been exclusive for almost 8 months. It didn’t matter that I had been alive for almost 140 years. It didn’t matter that I had seen the bodies of naked women on numerous occasions. This was Y/N. A completely different woman, a completely different dynamic. I needed to go. 

“Hoseok…” She sighed, causing my head to shoot up, thinking that I had been caught. Her eyes were closed however, and there was an obvious wet spot in the center of her underwear. She shot up in bed and reached behind her to undo her bra, sliding it down her arms and throwing it off the bed, exposing her gorgeous breasts. She grasped one firmly and kneaded it, leaning her head against the wall and gently scratching the fingernails on her other hand against her clothed center. She let one of her fingers slowly circle her little nub, tearing a whimper from her throat and causing her hips to cant upwards, indulging in the simple action before quickly pushing her underwear down her legs. I slowly palmed over my now straining erection, feeling little pinpricks of pleasure that usually would not affect me too much, but when I was bombarded by the lewd images of my lover, my mate, indulging in one of the most primal acts that a human could participate in and reducing herself to her rawest form, I was a mess.

She was thinking of me. This precious little angel was thinking of me in order to pleasure herself. And her body? Her bare body was more exquisite than one I had ever seen before, skin smooth as silk with stretchmarks and dips of cellulite that only added to the imperfect perfection of her being. I knew I could get closer. I needed to. Before I had time to overthink my decision I quickly crossed her yard and climbed up to her little balcony. I made myself comfortable on the ground in front of her window, hiding myself in the shadows despite knowing that she wouldn’t even feel my eyes on her unless I let her. I could hear her more clearly up here, could see the way her tender and swollen folds glistened with her essence and her little hole clenched around nothing but air. Little hums of pleasure were passing through her lips, her form wiggling against the sheets and her heart was hammering away in her chest, reminding me of the presence of blood in her veins, her fragile humanity. Reminding me how easy it would be for me to hold her hips down on the mattress and to taste her, give her immense pleasure, not stopping until she was an absolute mess, wrecking her pretty little pussy until my tongue, my fingers, my cock, were the only things she thought of. Spilling inside of her, filling her up with my essence, my scent, marking her as my own. 

“So good. Why does this feel so much better when I think of you?” I held my breath, going deathly still and not even daring to breath.

This wasn’t the first time.

The thought of her getting off to me every night, the thought of me being on her most erotic fantasies, caused a hot and overwhelming burst of pleasure to shudder through my being and my desperate attempts at freeing my aching shaft from my pants were hindered by my now shaking hands. A little human, a helpless little girl compared to my age, was overwhelming me. I barely managed to conceal the snarl that threatened to tear out of my throat, my instincts telling me to pleasure myself while I knew my mate was receiving pleasure. I took a deep breath to calm my racing thoughts, focusing on the first task at hand; freeing my erection from my pants. Once that was taken care of, I turned my attention back to my illicit and immoral affair. She was whimpering now, visibly trying to restrain herself from quickly rubbing her little clit, slowly trying to work her way up to prolong the pleasure. She was dripping wet, her musky scent now permeating throughout the crisp night air possibly attracting every single vampire in the near vicinity and my hand lazily pumping my cock to the pace of her slow circles would probably delay my abilities to protect her from them, but I didn’t care. Not when her heart was hammering away in her chest and her whimpers were turning into keens of pure want, she was begging for things to speed up, begging me even though she was only fantasizing and she had complete control over the situation. 

“Come on kitten, a little faster.” I was aching for things to speed along too, the very sight of her was too much teasing for me to handle, the rest of this was unnecessary. I was embarrassingly close, I couldn’t remember the last time that I got this close this quickly. I could see her sopping little hole clenching over and over again, practically begging for something to nuzzle its way inside and fill her up, giver her something to nudge her little spot, to push her into an orgasm that was obviously desperately needed, either that or she didn’t have a lot of experience with putting herself on the edge and forbidding release. With an almost heart wrenching sob, she jerked her hand away from her swollen lips, her hips desperately bucking up to find the missing stimulation and she pinched and tugged at her nipples, keeping her hands busy so she could calm down. It was obvious to see that just slowing down the little circles wasn’t enough to keep her off the edge, and her frustrated little pout was adorable. I removed my hand from my shaft as well, instead rubbing up and down my thighs, wanting to keep my hands busy as well. 

“Hoseok please. Please.” She mewled and I smiled, The fact that I was still on  her mind making me feel giddy. 

“Aish… Why are you begging me? Precious girl.” I bit my lip, almost giggling at the absurdity of this situation. I was watching my little beauty masturbate to thoughts of me, on the verge of begging her to continue so we could both get off, and she was in her room begging me to let her continue, as if I would have a problem with that. 

She continued touching herself again, now rubbing quick circles, just trying to get off, not wasting anymore time on teasing or prolonging the pleasure. I matched my pace easily with hers, feeling the familiar clenching in my lower gut, and I hoped that I could hold off my release. I wanted to watch her reach completion, what was the point of all of this if I didn’t get to see it?

“Hoseok I’m close. Really, really close.” She was proving to be a quiet lover, not letting her voice reach any higher than a breathy whine. No matter, I could still hear every single noise her body produced, from her pounding heart to the slick sounds of her fingers grinding over her clit. A truly sinful symphony, one that only my ears will get to hear. Her legs started to shake and her mouth was parted open with her eyes clenched shut, no sound being made by her mouth.

And then, she was cumming.

Her back arched off the bed and her thighs closed around her hand, grinding her pretty pussy against her chubby hand, little hums of pleasure escaping her lips along with tiny whimpers of my name. Her little mewls sounded so pure and gentle, made her seem so small and helpless, like she couldn’t handle all of the pleasure she was going through. It almost made me want to curl up in bed with her, replacing her hand with my own, making sure she got the absolute most out of her orgasm. Her fingers would curl up in my shirt and she would try to yank me closer, and I would let her, allowing me to hear her pleas and whimpers directly in my ear, her breath fanning across my collarbone, the warmth of her breasts pressing into my chest. I would push her, make her take everything I could give her, until she was crying, until the inside of her thighs was an absolute mess and she was almost raw from the friction, until she was begging me to stop and I would just give her one more, and I would gather her shaking form into my arms and I would love her. Rub her back and sides, tell her that she was such a good little girl, her little hands somehow sneaking into my pants and grasping my shaft…

“Oh fuck.” I threw my head back and softly hissed, my hips slowly thrusting my cock into my fist, the thin ribbons of white allowing me to comfortably ride out my high, my whole body tensing and I harshly bit my lip to contain the snarls of pleasure, my fangs coming out on instinct and nipping into my skin. Instinct to mate, instinct to claim, didn’t matter. I wanted my teeth in her. As I came down from my orgasm, I steeled my resolve and barely resisted breaking in there and taking her, sinking my teeth or cock into her I wasn’t sure, fighting against primal instinct. When I judged that I had myself under control again, I slowly opened my eyes and lowered my head from it’s upturned position, noticing that she was in the bathroom now, cleaning herself up and I decided to do the same, tucking myself back into my pants and taking a folded hankie from my pocket and wiping the cum off my hand, looking around for any that landed outside of her window and wiping that up too. I eased back into the shadows, preparing to stay there for a little while longer. Until she had been asleep for at least a couple hours. 

“Good morning, Gorgeous. Did you sleep well?” I gave her a gentle smile, holding open her front door and ushering her out.

“Like a baby. How did you sleep?” She giggled at this, and I sent her a sly wink, telling her that I slept just as well, deciding to play along with her joke. I was plagued by the lewd images of her arching her back in pleasure, her whimpering my name in ecstasy. She was chatting away while locking up her door, but I wasn’t listening, I was completely captivated by her soft and warm gaze, the warmth of her cheeks, the pillowy softness of her lips, and when she made to walk past me I gripped onto her fleshy hips, effectively holding her in her place, directly in front of me. I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, letting my hand glide down her neck and cup her chin. I gave her a second to take in my features, much like I was doing to her, also allowing me to take in her quickening heart beat as I slowly leaned down, pressing my lips against hers in a sweet kiss. Her hands slid up and down my arms, causing my lips to twitch up into a smile, but I pressed on, trying to hold the kiss for as long as possible, until I lightly drug my fingers up and down her neck, eliciting a light giggle that made her pull away. She was panting and blushing, her heart hammering away in her chest. There was so much love and devotion in her eyes and I had no doubt that if my heart still beat, it would be louder and faster than hers. She tucked herself forward into my chest, nuzzling into my neck and inhaling the scent of my cologne and skin. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, inhaling her scent as well. I tried to pull her away from me, afraid that I was the one keeping her there, but she whined and dug deeper into my chest.

“You sweet little girl.” I held her for a little while longer until she pulled away, blushing and fixing her hair and dress.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to touch you.” I giggled and pressed another kiss to the side of her head and I guided her off of the steps, amazed by how much love one could hold for another, and after the events of last night, my love did not change. It only grew deeper.

Remember to Love (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Prompt: Poly!Hamilsquad Amnesia!Reader happy ending

Summary: To forget is easy, to remember is hard
You weren’t sure who you “met” first. Maybe it had been Alex at a bar and he introduced to, he clung to that story like a lifeline. Maybe you had come up to them and just sat down and started talking, you were prone to do that after a few shots of tequila. You didn’t know you couldn’t really remember that night. You remembered the day after though.

You’d woken up between Alex and Laf warm and sated, but with a huge headache. Flashes of the night before flashes through your mind. Four guys, who were very attentive, you shivered at the memories. It had been you and them against the world since then. You loved every second of it.

Tomorrow was your two year anniversary. They each had their own, John and Alex had been together first, then they’d met Laf, and Herc had joined after a New Year party. You always did something big, this year you planned to go upstate for a few days. You had planned it all, they had all protested that you shouldn’t have to. That they would. You told them that they didn’t know the first thing about planning anything.

“But we’re so non-heteronormative, we shouldn’t conform to gender roles either.” Alex grumbled.

“How come I never hear this argument when I’m cleaning the bathroom?” You asked and he shut up rolling his eyes. Laf, Herc, and John were laughing their heads off, you continued on.

It was the night before your anniversary when someone had asked for an ice cream run. You being you went, you didn’t know what was headed your way.

The empty streets of Washington Heights were always nice to drive through. You could put your windows down and listen to the music that flooded the streets from the homes of the people that lived there. You decided then and there that moving into Alex’s apartment with the rest of your boys was the best decision you ever made.

You could see the bodega at the end of the street you were driving on. There was an intersection that was clear and so you decided to forgo the stop sign. When you got past the stop sign, like lighting, a car came out of nowhere and slammed right into you. It had been going ninety miles per hour and you never saw it coming. You could feel it though, the way your car flipped from the impact. The last thought you had, before everything went blank, was if you’d ever see your beautiful boys again.
“How long does it take to get ice cream?” Alex asked a little grumpy. Everyone had gotten a bowl, but him. You had told him you’d go get some, gently kissed his cheek and left. That had been almost an hour ago.

“You’re right, I’ll call her.” Herc said as he pulled his phone from his sweatpants. He dialed your number put it to his ear. Waited, and waited, the rings stopped, you hadn’t answered. You could still be driving, it’s what they told themselves as they waited for you to call back. You didn’t call back. Thirty minutes later the land line blared through the house. Laf rushed to the phone,”Oui, Gilbert speaking.”

The person on the other end of the line talked for a while. “Is she okay?” That got l the rest of their attention.

“She was hit by a drunk driver, she’s in the hospital.” Laf said as he hung up the phone.

Your mind was muddled with fuzzy dreams? Memories? You didn’t know, what you did know was that everything always led to the clearest memory: the crash. You were driving, bodega right in front of you and then you were flipping.

Your eyes snapped open and you jackknifed up in bed. You looked around panicked, this wasn’t your bed room, was it? No it couldn’t have been, it was completely white, and you had… What were those things called. Glass, but they had pictures on them, strange shapes you didn’t understand. Started with an ‘M’ maybe it was an ‘S’. Monitors? Screens? Those were words right, that had meaning. You decided that yes, those were the right words, and that this was not your bedroom.

Usually it was warm in your bed and you had something to cuddle. This bed was cold and so lonely. A nurse rushed inside your room, you didn’t say anything as she talked to you. Asking you questions, she seemed to do everything like a routine.

“Sweetie I need you to answer me, what’s the last thing you remember?” Your eyebrows knitted together.

“Um, I- um right before the um- uh-” what was that word dammit.

“The crash?” She asked and you nodded. She sighed and moved around doing a few more things. You didn’t really pay attention just laid back in the bed, the nurse had propped it up for you. You felt sore, and dizzy, and so confused. Why couldn’t remember past the crash. You had been so happy, so content. What had you been doing.

There was a commotion outside your room. Voices shouting and they sounded so loud, you whined and covered your ears. You closed your eyes as the noise quieted down. “She’s suffering from a head injury, she had a lot of stitches put in, and… she’s got amnesia, she might not remember you. It’ll come back if you’re lucky.”

“And if we’re not?” You heard someone ask. The voice was sleepy and tired like they stayed up past the early hours of the morning a lot. It was familiar, but you didn’t know it at the same time. The doctor didn’t answer instead opened the door to your room and four men walked in.

“(Y/n),” was that your name, it felt right, it was pretty,”Some guests came to see you.” The Doctor said and you nodded. The four men stood around you, the one with freckles looked like he’d been crying. The tall, dark, lanky man still had tears running down his face.

“Thank God, you’re okay.” The shortest of them said and rushed to your side. He grabbed his hand and you didn’t move away. You probably should, you didn’t know this man, or did you. He looked familiar though, safe, they all did. You heart was hurting at the tears that stained their cheeks. You didn’t understand why though.

“Who are you?” You asked and his face crumbled. You could tell he was the sting one, because as soon as he started to cry the others were as well. “I’m sorry, please don’t cry.” You said. You felt awful, you wished you could remember them so bad. Just to keep them from being upset. They all seemed to stop and look at you, wiping their tears.

“I’m Alex, Alexander Hamilton.” You nodded, and then winced. Flashes of someone hunched over a computer, salsa music (?), and the words clear in your head,’Take a break.’

“Are you okay?” The one with freckles asked and you nodded.

“Just a little headache.” You told him and shrugged it off.

“I’m um, I’m John Laurens.” Another flash of pain but it didn’t hurt as much. You tired to keep it under control as small fuzzy memories flashed through your mind like before. Paint, sun shining through curtains, a turtle swimming through a tank.

The other two men in the room seemed hesitant to speak, the buffer one gave you a small smile and nodded,”I’m Hercules.” More memories flashed, spinning in a beautiful dress, hot chocolate, and riding through fields on horses. The pain flashed behind your eyes, and you blinked hard to try and make it go away.

“I am Lafayette.” The man next to Hercules said and kissed the top of your hand. Food on the stove, deep kisses, and French flooded your mind. The pain from these memories was bearable the remnants of them fleeting. You only had a vague picture of each man, you still had no idea what these things meant about them, you had a feeling you once had.

“Well it’s nice to meet you all, but um can I ask how I know you?” You asked them and they all glanced at each other. Alex was rubbing the back of his neck. He had let go of your hand and you felt colder than you had before.

“Well you see, we have a very unconventional relationship.” Alex started. He looked to Herc, he was the explainer you decided. When someone had a question and didn’t understand the answer he explained it.

“We’re all together, in a romantic way.” He said and knitted your eyebrows together.

“Like I’m dating all of you, you’re dating each other, and we’re all together?” You asked and they nodded.

“Cool.” You said, it was a little overwhelming. Four really hot guys, that our your boyfriends, and you don’t remember any of them. You pulled your knees to your chest and put your head on them.

“Hey are you okay?” John asked. You shrugged, you weren’t okay. You couldn’t remember the most important people in your life.

“Let’s let her rest.” Herc said and they all filed out of the room. You didn’t want them to go, but at the same time you did. You didn’t want to be alone with no memories, but you needed time to process. You sighed and slumped in your hospital bed. You hated this.

“Hey, good news,” Alex said coming a few hours later. “They’re discharging you, and you can come home.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Do we all live together or something?” You asked. He nodded and you instantly felt a little queasy. Yes these were people you cared about, but at the same time you didn’t know them at all.

“Don’t worry, we have a guest room that you can stay in if you want.” Alex said as if reading your mind, or maybe you had said that outloud. You didn’t know.

Soon you were out of the hospital and in new clothes. Apparently yours had blood and rips in them. All four boys led you to car, carefully watching your every step. It was nice, to know that they cared so much about you. The ride to the apartment was a blur, the unfamiliar streets singing kindly as you drove slowly. The windows down and as you continued into a more familiar neighborhood the music filled your ears. You closed your eyes and tapped your fingers to the familiar beat.
The first few days back home were terrible. It was like you walked into a stranger’s life. You didn’t recognize the walls of this home, the clothes in your closet, the work on your desk. It was all from a different person’s life.

You sat in the office, everyone used it. Everyone had their own little corner. Alex had a desk and a computer with books stacked around it. John had art placed in one corner. Pictures of you and the others, you would have found it a little weird if you didn’t remember you were supposed to be dating them. Hercules had dresses on hangers in the little closet. They were gorgeous and bejeweled and flowing. You wondered if you could wear one some day. Lafayette… Gilbert… the Marquis? His corner was full of junk and pile up. You thought it was a little annoying, but you couldn’t help but think how endearing it was.

Then your little part of the office. It was small and neat and you felt calm looking at it. There were playbills, and scripts, and a scrapbook. You brought the scrapbook down from its place on a shelf and sat in Alex’s chair. When you got a closer look at Alex’s desk you saw small sketches bg John and coloring pages done by you. You smiled at them.

“John, you’re so good at art, I wish I could do that.” You said as the two of you sat at the kitchen table. You were watching as he sketched you laying your head on the table.

“All you have to do is practice sweetheart.” You smiled as he said that and shrugged. The next evening John had bought you a coloring book. You had spent many nights coloring in it and sneaking into the office attaching them to Alex’s desk along with John’s sketches.
“(Y/N)? Hey you back here?” You looked up at John who had come back to check on you.

“Oh yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You said and nodded. Then the pain came, it always did when small memories came to you. Like it did at the hospital with meeting the boys.

“Dinner’s ready.” He said and you nodded. You set the scrapbook down and walked with him to the dining table. As you were sitting down a hot and sweaty Alex stumbled in.

“I am a lawyer, a good one, i’ve written three books in one year. I should not be fixing the car. This is bullshit.” He yelled and threw a dirtied rag into the sink. You couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked really nice sweaty and in a pair of jeans and a tank top.

“Have you been down in the parking garage all afternoon?” Herc asked and Alex, and the man nodded.

“What’s wrong with it?” You asked and they all looked at each other. They hesitated and you stood. “I mean I might not be able to help, but I mean- I don’t know.” You sat back down.

“No, after dinner, we’ll go work on it.” Alex said and gave you smile. When everyone was sat down to dinner it was tense. It had been ever since you got home. It felt unnatural, to be sitting with so much pressure to act certain way, especially when you didn’t know what that way was.

“I remembered something today.” You said after you sipped your drink.

“Oh tell us about it mon ami.” Laf said and you nodded.

“It was short but it was of John. I don’t remember exactly how we got there but we were sitting here, and he was sketching something. I told him I wanted to be able to draw like he could, he told me I could if I practiced. I told him I didn’t have the patients, the next night he brought home a coloring book. I saw some of them on Alex’s desk.” You said and looked up. Your boys were smiling, whoa where did ‘your boys’ come from. Were they really still yours? Did you even want them still? Were these thoughts running through their mind?

After dinner Alex led you down to the parking garage. It was small and help only a few other cars besides your own. You walked with him to the car. He popped open the hood and secured it. You knitted your eyebrows and bit your lip looking. You didn’t know exactly what you were looking for. Then you found it.

“Got it, Alex hand me that screwdriver and some duct tape.” You said and pulled off your top leaving you in only an undershirt. You didn’t want to ruin it with grease and anything else in there. When you got the tools you wanted it was like muscle memory took over.

After a minute you pulled back, you have fixed half the problem and you didn’t know how. You had just done it, all the information running back to you like you’d never lost it. “I do this a lot, this is my job isn’t it?” You asked and Alex nodded.

“The doctor said to not tell you everything, it could fry your brain or something.” He said and shrugged. You nodded and looked back at the car. You thought for a moment and sighed.

“What if I never remember you guys. What if I just remember small bits and pieces, but never the whole thing. What if I don’t remember I love you guys? Because I do, I can feel it when you guys smile at me. Half of me doesn’t know why my heart speeds up and my breath catches. But I don’t remember why. Sure we can make new memories and I can learn again, but I want to remember the first times. The way you kissed me the first time, the first time John sketched something for me, the first time Laf took me to a museum, or the first dress Herc made for me. I want to remember it.” You and in the middle of your insecurities Alex brought you to him.

“If there’s one thing I know about you, is when you want to do something, you do it. No matter what it takes. It’ll come back, but you have to be patient, your memory may come back and you won’t even notice it.” He said and you nodded. Did he always just know what to say? Yes, he did he always knew what to say, how to comfort you and the others. It was part of his charm, he never shut up, but he always knew what to say.

“Now come on, let’s finish this and you get ready for bed. I’ve got to deal with Jefferson tomorrow.” He said and you laughed. You didn’t know who Jefferson was but you knew that was a long running joke between all of you.

“Hate the sin, not the sinner, Love.” You said and he stopped. You looked back at him and rose a brow,”What?”

“You just, you always say that.” He said and smiled, you smiled back.


It was storming, you hated storms. You weren’t sure why, but you were starting to. Every time lightning struck you caught a flash of a young you standing outside looking up at the tornado swirling in the distance. You shivered and when the next thunder clap sounded you got up from your bed in the guest room.

You walked to the boys room and you were hesitant to knock. You started to walk back and saw lightning flash through the window. You turned and knocked on the door, it opened and revealed Herc.

“Hey are you okay?” He asked and you shook your head. Then he realized something and ushered you in. “Come here, you can sleep in here tonight.” He said and helped you onto the king size bed Laf was the closest to you. John was wrapped around his side and Alex tucked into him. You snuggled yourself into Laf’s front and he opened his eyes just a crack and wrapped his arms around you.

“Mon ange, are you alright?” He whispered and you hid your face in his neck as thunder rolled. He shushed you gently and Herc joined you pressing his front to your back. Your conscious brain didn’t quite understand the difference, but your subconscious brain did. You felt safe and warm and almost instantly dropped into sleep.

It was your turn to cook tonight, it had been three weeks since the accident. You had been remembering a little bit at the time. You’d gone back to work after a week, you were on the middle of taking one of those refresher courses while assisting with the cars. Your personal life was coming back together too. You didn’t remember everything you use to do with the boys but the memories you’d made over the past three weeks were the best. Tonight they were dancing, they danced a lot.

Alex would turn on the radio to his favorite station and he and John would dance through the apartment. Herc and Laf just swaying together. You would watch and smile, you knew it was familiar, but you didn’t know your place in it.

Tonight though as Alex turned on the radio you quickly put everything in the oven and made your way to John. You smiled and put a hand on John’s shoulder. “Dance with me?” You asked and he nodded.

“Of course.” He said and spun you around. You waltzed around the open space with him. Alex stood watching you grumpily as Herc and Laf danced together as well. Soon enough you were spinning into Laf’s arms. For a moment it was like you’d never forgotten, you remembered all the nights you’d done this before. The evening spent spinning around from one pair of arms to another.

You eventually ended up in Alex’s arms,”See what I tell you.” Like he knew you’d remembered something. You kissed him slowly and deeply. Which surprised him, you hadn’t kissed any of them since the accident. It paused everything, it short circuited your brain. That in turn gave way to a tap on your shoulder. John stood there expectantly looking down at you.

“I wanna kiss too.” He whined and you laughed. You kissed him and it was blur of lips and hands and maybe a few tears. You felt better than you had in weeks.


It was your first fight. All five of you standing in the living room. You couldn’t even remember what you were arguing about. It had twisted and turned into something completely different.

“Guys let’s just calm down.” John said after taking a breath and stepping back from all of you. You turned to him,”Of course you’re just running away, like always.”

“Says the woman who can’t even remember what she does for a living.” Alex said. He hadn’t participated much in the fight. Which was strange, he lived to argue. When you turned he rolled his eyes,”Oh now she’s mad.”

That triggered it, every memory you’d ever had came rushing back at once. Even the ones you didn’t remember before. You had met Alex first, you’d met him two days before the rest. On spring break, you’d been drunk the whole week. Alex had found you charmed your pants off, convinced you to meet his boyfriends, they’d gotten you drunk and taken you home.

He’d always done this, when you friend on one of them he always pulled your attention to him. Like you were his responsibility, he was the only one who could say these kinds of things and not completely ruin things between you.

“What got nothing to say? Come on.” He said and took your hand. You pulled back and he glared. “You gonna fight?” You could feel the tension grow. You stood there, the three of them staring at you and Alex.

“No.” You said and just as you knew it would the pain in your head came with all the remembering. You were on the ground cradling your head. John was wrapping an arm around you instantly.

“What’s wrong, I- I remember, everything.” You said and you were scooped up in hugs and laughs. You remembered your beautiful boys. Everything about them, Alex’s affinity for red grapes, that Laf would only ever drink red wine with dessert, John’s love for grasshopper catching, and Herc’s shyness when singing, everything. You loved them, you remembered you loved them, why you loved them.

“I love you.”

No Problem (Mike Faist X Reader)

WC: 2192

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, overwhelming amount of fluff

Summary: A late night visit may be just the nudge Y/N need some to admit some repressed feelings for her co-star

A/N: Here’s a super cute Mike Faist imagine!!! Enjoy

I knocked cautiously on Mike’s door, my vision blurred slightly with tears. I glanced at my watch, the bright numbers displaying the time. 11:45 PM. I shivered, pulling my mildly useless jacket closer to me. The door groaned slightly and opened to reveal a very dishevelled Mike, his eyes widening as he took in my form. “Oh my god. Y/N what’s wrong?” Mike said, gesturing for me to come in as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. “I’m so sorry for waking you up.” I said and Mike frowned, waving his hand about. “I was just about to go to bed, so I wasn’t technically asleep.” Mike said, running a hand through his hair. “I, uh, you were the closest person to where I was.” I said and Mike looked at me curiously, his eyes raking up and down my body. “Y/N… what happened?” Mike asked again, his voice slightly louder this time. “You remember Daniel? My boyfriend.” I said, my voice shaking as I spoke. Mike nodded solemnly, distaste clear on his face. “Yes, I remember him.” Mike said, gesturing for me to continue. “Well, we, uh, went out to some club to celebrate the move to Broadway. We were having a great time, but he… he.” I said, feeling the hot tears run down my face. Mike’s face contorted into a look of sadness, and he pulled me into a tight hug. “You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to.” Mike said, sensing that something bad had happened. “No, I should at least explain why I’m at your door crying at 11:45 PM.” I said, taking in a deep breath as my tears stained Mike’s shirt. “He was all over this other girl. At first I thought it wasn’t him, just someone random, but I knew it was him, deep down.” I sputtered, the tears now freely flowing. Mike held me tighter, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne. “I went up to him, asked him about it. He… he just denied it and yelled at me for being ridiculous and paranoid.” I said, and Mike pushed me back slightly, looking into my now red and puffy eyes. “There is no way in hell you deserve someone who treats you like that.” Mike said calmly, although his eyes betrayed the anger he was trying to hide. “I broke up with him, of course, but I was so scared. I… I thought he was going to hit me.” I whispered, not trusting my voice enough to raise the volume. “Oh Y/N.” Mike whispered, pulling me in tight. We stood there like that for a few minutes, his arms around my waist, my head buried in his neck. It made me forget all about the drama with Daniel and the club, and I was incredibly grateful. “You wanna watch Tangled?” Mike asked and I laughed softly, nodding my head. Mike let go of me, the warmth immediately dissipating as soon as he did. “I don’t care that it’s midnight. We’re going to watch Tangled, I’ll make some hot chocolate, and you can stay the night.” Mike said, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. I mustered up a half smile and took my arms off his neck. “Thank you.” I whispered, looking up at Mike with adoration. His cheeks went slightly pink as he scratched the back of his neck. “You deserve to be happy. I know what makes you happy, and I will make sure that you have forgotten all about this Daniel prick by the end of the night. Or morning.” Mike said and I nodded, taking a seat on the couch. “Do the others know?” Mike asked from the kitchen and I shook my head. “It’s just you. I panicked and took a taxi to the only address I could remember. Yours.” I said and I heard Mike take in a sharp breath. “I’m just glad you’re safe.” Mike said softly and I exhaled, sinking into the couch. I turned on the TV and clicked on Netflix, the light from the screen making me wince slightly. “Hot chocolate’s ready.” Mike called and I smiled at him, queuing Tangled up. I padded over to the kitchen, the smell of the hot drink overwhelming me. I picked up my mug, noticing that Mike had pulled his long hair up into a bun. “The bun suits you, Faist.” I said, not noticing how red Mike’s cheeks went when I said it. “Thanks Y/N.” Mike replied, his voice kind of shaky. “And thank you for the hot chocolate. You know how much I love this drink.” I said, picking up a mug and feeling the warmth seep into my fingers. However, I noticed it paled in comparison to the warmth I felt when Mike was hugging me. “You ready for the movie?” Mike asked and I nodded, watching as a strand of hair fell from Mike’s bun. I reached over, almost subconsciously, and tucked the strand behind his ear. His eyes flitted from my hand to my face, and I felt my cheeks heat up. “Let’s, uh, let’s go watch the movie.” Mike said, breaking the silence that had settled. I walked over to the living room and sat down on the extremely comfortable couch. Mike sat down next to me, close enough for his body heat to warm my slightly, despite not touching me. “Let’s get this show on the road.” I said, earning a slight chuckle from Mike. He pressed play on the movie and I relaxed into the couch, letting out a content sigh. “This is the story of how I died.” I muttered along with the movie, taking a sip of my hot chocolate. Mike chuckled softly, a half smile on his face. “You’re such a Disney nerd, Y/N.” Mike muttered and I rolled my eyes, shuffling slightly towards him. “There is nothing wrong with being a grown adult who loves Disney.” I retorted, watching Mother Gothel find the flower onscreen. “I never said there was anything wrong with it. I was in a Broadway musical based on a Disney movie.” Mike said and I smiled widely at him. “I forgot you were a Newsie.” I responded, poking Mike’s cheek gently. His cheeks flushed pink and he took a quick sip of his drink. I moved over so I was pressed against Mike’s side, a comforting feeling washing over me. Mike inhaled sharply, but he quickly relaxed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. The movie rolled quickly, and before I knew it, it was half way through. “Thank you for doing this for me.” I said, resting my head in the crook of Mike’s neck. He pressed a light kiss to the top of my head, and I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling very tired. My hot chocolate lay discarded on the coffee table, and the movie was quickly becoming white noise to me. “You tired?” Mike asked and I hummed in response, feeling too tired to nod. Mike chuckled and pressed pause on the movie, the silence arriving suddenly. “Let’s get you to bed.” Mike said, gently picking me up and clutching me close to his chest. Mike carried me with ease, and laid me down on his bed. “Stay… please.” I murmured, taking a hold of his wrist. Mike let out a sigh, and I smiled to myself when I felt the bed dip slightly. Mike tentatively wrapped his arms around my waist, and I let out a content sigh at the feeling. I relaxed into the embrace, feeling secure and protected in Mike’s arms. “Goodnight Mike.” I muttered, slowly drifting off. “Goodnight Y/N.” I heard Mike whisper before I finally fell asleep.

I slowly opened my eyes, noticing that I was in a room that was not my own. I felt a pair of arms around my waist and my eyes widened, memories of last night flooding my brain. “Y/N?” A heard a voice say groggily that definitely did not belong to Daniel. “Yeah. I’m up.” I responded, rolling around so I was facing Mike. I inhaled sharply at the little space between our faces, and I got a good look at him. His usually dark hair looked auburn in the morning light, and his face was screwed up in a way that somehow still looked attractive. “What time is it?” Mike groaned, his voice lower and hoarder than usual. “It’s like 8:30.” I said, glancing at my watch. Mike let out another groan and finally opened his eyes, wincing slightly at the brightness of the room. “Don’t get up just yet.” Mike whispered, his breath tickling my face. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him flush against me. His long hair was soft against my skin, and in that moment I felt something I had never felt with Daniel. Love. And it scared me. I can’t be in love with Mike. We’re best friends, we play brother and sister. This can’t be right. As I waged my internal battle, I looked over at Mike, who looked so peaceful. I had finally woken up enough to notice that he wasn’t wearing a shirt and I felt my heart rate speed up. This really wasn’t helping. “You hungry?” I muttered, trying to pretend I wasn’t enjoying the feeling of his bare chest pressed against me. “I’m starving.” Mike said, a shiver passing over me as he spoke. “Perfect.” I said, gingerly letting go of him. I sat up and noticed that I was still wearing my, now incredibly crumpled, dress from last night. “You wanna make something or just eat out?” I said and Mike snorted, his cheeks going a pinkish colour. My eyes widened as I realised what I said, and I buried my face in my hands. “It’s too early for innuendos.” I muttered to myself, shaking my head slightly. “There there.” Mike said sarcastically, patting my shoulder. “We can just go to Starbucks or something.” I said and Mike nodded, getting up off the bed and walking over to his wardrobe. He pulled on a shirt, and I was slightly disappointed that he did. “You can wear something of mine if you want.” Mike said and my eyes widened slightly. “Oh, uh, sure.” I said, walking over next to Mike. He looked through his wardrobe and pulled out a black and white shirt, as well as a pair of sweatpants. “They’ll probably be a bit big.” Mike said and I nodded, suddenly feeling a wave of affection for him wash over me. I took in a deep breath and placed my lips on his, the bundle of clothing dropping from his hands immediately. He snaked his arms around my waist, his long hair brushing against my cheeks. I rested my arms on his shoulders, focusing on nothing but Mike and how right it felt to have his lips against mine. Mike pulled away slowly, our breathing slightly laboured. “Y/N.” Mike breathed out, his cheeks flushed. “I tried to push it down. I tried to ignore how I felt about you. I realise now that Daniel was just a distraction. Distracting me… from you.” I said, panting slightly as the words escaped my mouth. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, a weight I didn’t realise I was carrying around. “I have been waiting to say this since the first workshop for Dear Evan Hansen. Y/N Y/L/N, I love you. I have loved you since we first met, and it’s been heartbreaking to play your brother eight times a week, and watch you fall in love with Ben every night.” Mike said, kissing my forehead, his lips lingering on my skin. “Just gonna say. You’re a much better kisser than Ben. Much better.” I said and Mike laughed, looking at me with love in his eyes. “I sure hope so.” Mike said before capturing my lips in a kiss, this one a little rougher than the first. I tangled my hands in his hair, his grip on my waist tight. His chest was pressed into my own, and his skin was warm to the touch. I pulled away reluctantly, my lungs and cheeks burning. “How about we go to Starbucks… together?” Mike asked, a bashful smile on his face. “As far as first dates go, Starbucks with you sounds perfect.” I said, kissing his cheek. Mike picked up the discarded bundle of fabric and passed it to me, the clothes soft in my hands. “I’ll go get changed then we can go.” I said and Mike nodded, smiling brightly at me. I ducked off and quickly swapped my dress for Mike’s shirt and sweatpants, and re-entered his room. “You look… wow.” Mike stammered, and I felt my cheeks heat up. “You look so cute, oh my god.” Mike said, bringing me into a tight hug. “Thanks Mike.” I said, returning the hug. “It’s no problem Y/N. No problem at all.”

some tips on being a trans guy and dealing with menstruation:

  • it’s cool if you don’t use tampons. i’m 19 years old and i have never once used a tampon for a lot of reasons and there are a lot of pads out there that you won’t even feel are there (personally i’ve never had a bad experience with kotex)
  • if blood is a source of dysphoria, it always helps me to 1) change my pads a lot which you should be doing anyway, but always carry some with you in case you’re feeling more uncomfortable than usual and want to change more frequently
  • 2) taking a shower and washing as much as i can get rid of away, don’t use soap or anything all you need is water and your fingers. it’s not the most pleasant thing and it can be pretty gross to feel but it’s especially helpful for me on the first day when i’m personally always heavier or when i wake up in the morning and don’t want to feel gross getting out of the house. it’s worth it in the long run.
  • if you can feel it coming and you have cramps or it’s predictable, take some pain relievers if you can. i use generic advil/ibuprofen and i can catch the cramps before they happen or at least make them tolerable 
  • if you do have cramps and they do hit you before any medication can, or if you can’t take medication and it gets overwhelming, hot showers are a godsend, especially if you have a removable shower head, warm water (not burning too hot) below your navel can really help for a while and it’ll help you calm down 
  • try to wear looser-fitting clothes if you can, like when i was in high school i’d wear pajamas when i was on my period and nobody ever really cared. baggy shirt and pajamas week. it’ll be more relaxing and there’s less pressure and less focus on where the pain comes from, i always notice it’s worse when i’m wearing things like jeans 
  • if you can, invest in a heating pad or an icy-hot thing. amazing for night and amazing for distraction, if you can’t take showers a lot i’d consider this a pretty good alternative and it helps with cramps as well as just general relaxation and it takes your focus off of it

feel free to add anything? 

I’m gonna make a list of some little everyday things that make me happy. Feel free to add your own.

-That little squeeze people give your hand when you’ve been holding hands and praying in a circle and the leader says “amen”
-The smell of laundry fresh out of the dryer
-Getting a hug after you haven’t had one for a long time
-When a person with a lot of braids in their hair turns around fast and all the braids fling out behind them in a semi circle
-That little jumping thing really small children do when they’re excited
-Biting into a really juicy strawberry on a warm day
-Waking up slowly on a really cold morning with a lot of blankets on the bed
-Watching somebody that doesn’t usually laugh giggle until they fall over
-Trying a new food and it’s better than you expected so you just have to pause for a second and take it in
-Watching old gay couples holding hands or wearing matching gay t-shirts at lgbtq+ events
-Crying when the heat from spicy food builds up in your mouth because it’s so hot and overwhelming but good lord does it hurt so good
-That bittersweet feeling when you close a book right after you finish reading it
-When an older family member says you look handsome or pretty in your new clothes and you know by that look in their eye they’re thinking about how they are suddenly realizing you’re an adult now
-Singing really loudly when you’re alone in the house and not caring how good you sound
-That satisfaction you feel after eating a bowl of rice with nothing but chopsticks
-Watching the sun reflect off of a naturally blonde person’s hair
-Listening to people speak in Hmong really fast even though I have no clue what they’re saying
-Painting a wall and getting paint splatter all over your arms
-Watching little kids get excited when a fictional character looks like them
-Having a conversation with people of different religions and learning something about their faith and teaching them about mine
-Tapping out a rhythm on a dining table
-Spinning until you’re so dizzy that you fall over
-Gentle wind-chimes
-The smell of freshly ground coffee


Waking up together, for the first time, is something Sana and Yousef both cherished and tried to enjoy as long as they could. Sana was lying in Yousef’s arms with her hair sometimes covering his face. Did he mind? Not at all. 

Sana turned around to face him, immediately finding his hands and holding them close to herself. They are both tired, they arrived last night. The couple, now a married couple, left for their honeymoon right after their wedding. 

They keep staring into each other’s eyes until Yousef leans forward and kisses Sana shortly but sweetly and lies back onto his pillow. 

“You’re beautiful, you know that, right?”, Yousef says and is still mesmerized by her beauty like the first time he saw her. Now that they are married, he thinks to himself, he has the privilege to wake up next to her every morning. To see her in her most natural state. Her hair messily falling down her shoulders, her face bare of any make-up, eyes still a little sleepy. 

Sana’s eyes only ever leave his when she looks at his face closely. The intimacy of being newly-wed, waking up in the same bed for the first time, makes Sana’s skin tingle. Yousef’s light fingertips on her hip contribute to that too. She knows he just woke up but his eyes still look so wide and bright. He has light stubble on his jaw even though the groom had his traditional appointment at the barber yesterday morning. 

“It doesn’t hurt that you keep reminding me.”, Sana answers with a smile. 

They end up lying there too long to still be able to have their breakfast at the hotel but they don’t care. They take their time getting ready and when they finally leave the hotel Sana is overwhelmed by the hot weather. She has never been a hot-weather kind-of woman but it doesn’t keep her from holding Yousef’s hand and intertwining their fingers. Yousef look around and turns to Sana.

“What do you want to do first?”, he asks her.

Sana laughs and looks up at her husband. “I don’t know, it’s my first time in Istanbul. What do I have to have seen of this city?”

She knows Yousef has been here many many times, with his family or with his cousins. Yousef looks down at his wife and thinks for a second. There is so much to see. Some big things he hasn’t seen and he has been here many times. “What do you think about exploring the European side of the city today and the Asian side tomorrow? The days after that we can figure out what to do.”

Sana nods and she doesn’t answer verbally but looks at him in the same loving way he looks at her for some time. Yousef can’t get rid of his smile but looks at her confused.

“What?”, he asks laughingly. 

“Nothing.”, Sana answers. “I’m just really really happy." 

Yousef immediately pulls Sana into hug and holds her close. He can’t believe he’s lucky enough to have married the most beautiful, intelligent, sweet woman he knows. "Is Sana Acar getting soft?” Sana loves how her newly changed name sounds from his mouth as much as Yousef loves saying it. 

“It’s the last name. It has that effect on me.”, Sana smirks.

When they part, he holds her hand again and pulls her towards a taxi stop. Yousef says something to the taxi driver but Sana doesn’t understand. She just observes as he speaks Turkish. It has something special hearing him speak his mother tongue.

After their late and long breakfast Sana quickly learns that Yousef didn’t kid around when he said they were going to explore the city. The streets of Istanbul are busy and so many different types of people walk past Sana and she definitely hears people speak more than Turkish. At one point Sana heard someone talking Arabic and she turned around so quickly that she ran into someone and almost fell over. She surely would have fallen if Yousef didn’t catch her in time. Yousef didn’t hesitate to make fun of her for that. But it’s a weird feeling hearing your mother tongue being spoken somewhere else than at home. In Oslo she knows in which boroughs she can expect people to speak another language than Norwegian. Here it just surprised her. Especially because, in contrast to Yousef, she has no clue what people around her are saying most of the time.

“Babe, please don’t do that again. I need you to stay in one piece.”, Yousef says with a grin and they keep walking. Sana looks up at him and narrows her eyes playfully but when he looks at her and smiles she breaks out in a smile herself. She is almost too happy, too content with her life to even act like she is mad at her husband. Almost.

“You only say that because Baba and Elias would kill you if something happened to me. Especially during our honeymoon!”, Sana exclaims and pulls away her hand out of his hand. He stares at her, looking deeply offended that she would do that and quickly walks over to her and wraps his arm around her shoulder.

“Not true! I plan on being with you for the rest of my life, so please don’t sabotage that.” Yousef can’t stop smiling and starts laughing. Sana joins in with her own laughter but sobers up before Yousef. They’ve stopped walking. 

Once more she leans away from him and teases Yousef: “See, you’re being selfish again! You’re only thinking about your own life!”

One more time Yousef looks so offended. He knows that she’s just joking but he just married the love of his life and even the slightest thought of not having her with him for the rest of their lives made his heart stop.

“Sana!”, he exclaims. “Don’t even joke about that! I’m not letting you go for the rest of our lives now that we’re finally at this point!”

Sana melts at his words and can’t even keep up her game to annoy him. It’s so funny to get him all riled up. With a soft smile she gets on her tip toes and places a lingering kiss on Yousef’s cheek. She wraps her arms around his neck and whispers: “I love you.”

Yousef wraps his arms around her and rests his chin on her head. He wants to tease Sana about being so openly soft with him but he can’t bring himself to do that. 

“I love you, too.”, he says back and Sana loosens the hug to look  at Yousef. Her husband looks to his right and tells Sana: “We’re here, by the way.”

Sana follows his gaze and sees a big, old, beautiful building. It’s a mosque but to be very honest, Sana doesn’t know which one it is. She knows that Turkey in general but also Istanbul has many beautiful mosques. Until now she has only ever seen pictures, partly sent to her by Yousef, and was always mesmerized. 

“It’s the Hagia Sophia.”, Yousef says. “It was a church first, was changed into a mosque in the Ottoman Empire and is now a museum." 

Sana and Yousef walk up to the entry and the way Sana looks at the facade of the building, how fascinated and interested she is, makes Yousef fall in love with her even deeper.

Before they enter Yousef mentions:” I told you I would take you here sometime.“

Sana looks at him, a little confused, with her eyebrows furrowed but as soon as Yousef opens his mouth it dawns on her. But she doesn’t interrupt him.

"Years ago, when I missed your pre-Eid party because… well, I was here. You remember?”

Sana nods: “Of course! I can’t believe you actually kept that small promise.”

“Did I ever not keep a promise I made to you?”, Yousef challenges his wife with a small smile. She shakes her head and wonders what she did to deserve this amazing man.


Lunch takes a lot longer than intended. Neither Yousef nor Sana minds though. It’s funny actually. Apparently the shop owner that was walking around the restaurant to see if everything is okay got talking with Yousef and when Yousef told him that they were actually on their honeymoon, the restaurant owner waved over a waiter.

Sana could only watch as Yousef shook his head at whatever the older man with greying hair was saying. Their conversation ended with the waiter going to the kitchen and the restaurant owner patting on Yousef’s shoulder and smiling politely at Sana.

Then, finally, Yousef turns back to Sana and smiles this distinct smile of his. He’s happy but at the same time unsure about something.

“Mentioning you’re newlywed brings out a lot of generosity in that guy. He just told the waiter to go get us a bit from every dessert they have. And it’s on the house.”, Yousef explains. He manages to look somewhat guilty and honored at the same time.

Sana picks up the menu card and flips through the pages. She then holds up the menu to Yousef and points out: “This dessert list doesn’t end!”

They both start laughing and later end up having a bit from every dessert that was brought to their table. Which was a lot because Sana barely was able to find place to put her phone on the table. She took a picture of all of it, featuring Yousef ducking down and grinning to fit into the frame and posted in on Instagram.

“I’m so full.”, Sana says and rubs her stomach. Yousef agrees and looks exhausted, from eating.

Then they hear a call for prayer. Not from Sana’s phone but from a mosque nearby. Sana and Yousef instantly look up and then to each other. Sana’s smile grows and Yousef admires the happiness he sees in Sana’s eyes.

Hearing a public call for prayer makes Sana insanely happy. That never happens back home. And it obviously makes sense. Norway is not a Muslim country, it’s barely a dominant Christian country but rather secular.

“The Blue Mosque is up this street!”, Yousef says and Sana nods. She takes Yousef’s hand again.

While Sana prays, Yousef waits outside. The sun is shining, many people are walking around. And a lady that sells flowers approaches Yousef while he is sitting there and scrolling through Instagram. He comes across the picture Sana posted of their lunch with him ducking into the picture and is tagged in. He like the picture and comments a heart.

Sana comes back out and has taken her time praying to enjoy the beautiful atmosphere in the mosque. She immediately finds Yousef who is waiting for her with his hands behind his back and a grin on his face.

Will he ever get used to how beautiful his wife is? It’s not only her outer beauty but also her inner beauty that makes her glow.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?”, Sana asks him smilingly.

Yousef shrugs and holds out one of his hand for Sana to take and pulls her close to himself. “Let me be happy to see my wife.”

“I haven’t been gone for long.”, Sana laughs and leans in Yousef’s side. He draws out his other hand and holds out a rose for Sana. She quickly takes it from his hand and goes to smell it. She looks at Yousef and smiles lovingly.

“I know roses are not your favorites but I still wanted to get it for you.”

Sana kisses him on the cheek; she is not a fan of PDA. “Are you kidding? That doesn’t even matter. Thank you!”

As their last stop in the city for the first day, the couple goes to the Grand Bazaar. There is no way that they would be able to explore all of it in one day, in the last hours it’s still open. But they still have their fun. Sana and Yousef go from store to store, from stand to stand. It’s overwhelming at first because there is so much going on but Sana loves it. Yousef tells her this might be one of his favorite places in Istanbul because his grandma would always take him here when they were here.

They walk around but have to stop so many times because either Yousef or Sana sees something they need to get a closer look at.

Their last stop for the day at the Grand Bazaar is a huge sweets stand. There is so much different stuff in so many colors that it’s hard to concentrate on one thing. Both look around and eat from a few samples that are given out.

Sana once again notices how someone starts talking to Yousef. She doesn’t really listen because she won’t understand much. Yousef has taught her a few words already but not nearly enough to understand a conversation. She still hears the woman at the other side of the counter say something after Yousef responded nodding the first time.

“Eşiniz çok güzelmiş, maşallah!”

Sana understands the last word but nothing else. She quickly looks at Yousef who is also looking at her and smiles. Then he looks back at the woman and nods. He responds but Sana doesn’t get any of it.

“What did she say?”, Sana whispers to him once the woman is preoccupied with another customer.

Yousef hugs her to his side and answers: “She just pointed out how pretty you are.”

Sana furrows her eyebrows sceptically. Yousef laughs and kisses her on the top of her head. “Don’t look at me like that. Everyone is appreciating your beauty!”

He makes Sana blush and she buries her face in his chest for a second. While Sana is more subtle in showing her love for him, he straight out just compliments her non-stop. Since they became a couple he lost all his filters when it comes to complimenting her. Sana loved that he cared so much but at the same time she is more reserved with showing affection and it made her nervous, but in a good way. Sana’s friends just found it adorable.

Sana tilts her head back, her chin still on Yousef’s chest, and says with so much adoration for him: “I love you.”

Yousef laughs and nods: “I know and I love you, too.”, and hugs her close. 

On their way back to the hotel that is very close to the Kilyos beach, both of them are on their phones, checking messages and social media. Neither of them used their phones much the whole day, they mostly just took pictures with them. They both sit in the back of the taxi and Sana starts reading the comments on the picture she posted at lunch.

“Please don’t get diabetes! You should share with us to prevent that!”, commented Isak.

“ Ohh Ahhh!! I’m crashing the honeymoon if the food is so good!”, commented Adam.

“ Sana, you have the best view you could wish for!!”, Noora commented.

“I’m jealous! My best friend and sister enjoying all that without me. I’m offended!”, Elias commented. 

Chirs answered to Elias’ comment: “Hey, don’t give the love birds a guilty conscious! They’re on their honeymoon!”

And there are a few more from their friends. Sana laughs and shows her phone to Yousef. He turns his phone to Sana and shows her that he’s been reading the same things. 

Instead of going straight to the hotel to eat, they decide to go on a walk on the beach. With their shoes in their hands they walk along the almost empty beach, good thing it’s a week-day, and watch the sun set.

“You know, you really have to teach me more Turkish.”, Sana says out of nowhere. Yousef looks at her with a smile and nods.

“Of course. You’ve learned some things already, though!”, he had so much fun teaching her. Because let’s be honest, he knows Sana is better academically than he is and being able to show her something she doesn’t already know was very fun.

Sana laughs and goes closer to the water. “I only know a few words, how to count, more or less, and how to properly say the names of your cousins.”

“But you do all that very well!”, Yousef laughs and joins her going to the edge of the water.

Sana looks at him acting offended: “It’s not enough! I want to be able to talk to your side of our family without you as a translator in-between!”

Yousef’s heart grows ten sizes hearing Sana say ‘our family’. “You haven’t taught me enough Arabic either, yet! How am I going to talk to your side of the family?”

Sana kicks a little bit of water at Yousef and instead of running away from it he gets closer to his wife. She answers: “My problem is more urgent. We’re going to see your family this weekend! It’s going to be so embarrassing and they’re going to think I don’t care enough about them to learn the language.”, she rambles on and waves around her hands. Yousef catches her hands and brings them close his chest first and then kisses them. He looks back at Sana and shakes his head.

At the end of their honeymoon Sana and Yousef will be visiting Yousef’s family members that could not come to the wedding. Some of his and some of her family flew over to Norway to attend the wedding but not all of them could do that.

“Sana, I can assure you nobody is going to think that! They all love you!" 

"They haven’t met me, yet. How would they love me if they don’t know me?”, Sana complains and gets overwhelmed with anxiety in that moment. She tried to be positive but now they are married and what if they don’t approve and think she is the wrong person for Yousef. It wouldn’t change anything about how Sana loves Yousef but she also knows that family is very important to him.

“Because..”, Yousef answers, “I have told them all about you. They’ve seen you over skype and face-time before. We send them videos from our wedding. Mom and dad told them how much they love you. You have no reason to be worried.”

Sana’s face softens and she goes to hug Yousef. He also wraps his arms around her but then says mischievously: “Now that that’s cleared, let’s get back at you for kicking water at me.”, and lifts Sana and spins in the water with Sana in his arms. She quickly wraps her arms around his neck and shrieks surprised. 

“Yousef, stop, o God. Don’t let me fall!”

Slowly Yousef stops and looks at Sana. She’s laughing by now and doesn’t really mind this at all. 

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t.”

“Good. So we trust each other!”

“Yeah, we trust each other!”

Minutes later Yousef finds himself chasing Sana down the beach. Sana laughs uncontrollably which makes her slower than she usually is but that doesn’t matter because the same goes for Yousef. Finding seaweed, that doesn’t look or feel good, and putting it on your husband’s head might make him chase after you. 

Yousef manages to catch her and with his hands around her waist he lifts her and twirls in the sand. When he lets her down, she is a little dizzy and wants to sit down and pulls Yousef down onto the sand with her. They end up lying there, directly on the sand. Sana leaning on Yousef, they’re holding hands.

“In which language are we going to raise our children?”, Yousef suddenly asks. They’ve been lying there and just enjoying the light breeze and each other’s company without saying anything for the past minutes. 

Sana doesn’t move from her position but thinks about it. She thought about having children someday, with Yousef, but never about this specific thing: “I… don’t know, to be honest.”

“Well, we both grew up bilingual. What if our children grow up with Norwegian, Arabic and Turkish?”

Sana realizes he must have thought about this before. She puts her head on his shoulder and looks up at him with a thoughtful expression. “I mean we grew up with two languages and it only influenced us positively so I guess so.”

Sana can’t help but imagine little children, their children, running around their home. She really doesn’t rush to have children; she has a lot to do career-wise, as does Yousef. 

“We’ll look into it when it’s time.”, Yousef says and Sana agrees with a 'Hmm’. Yousef is not quite done yet, though. “Which is hopefully sooner than later.”

Yousef leans up a little and sees Sana smile to herself when he says that but a few seconds later Sana says: “Yousef, we already have a child in our marriage.”, she looks at him and smile innocently, “You’re mentally a child sometimes.”

Yousef gasps in an overly dramatic way: “I’m hurt, Sana Acar!”

“And I somehow still love you.”, Sana laughs and sits up. 

Yousef does the same and pats away the sand that’s stuck on Sana’s light blue hijab. “You better! Because we still need to figure out in which language to raise our children!”

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Do It Again - Ten (M)

Requested: Can you do a ten nct smut where its fem!dom pleeeeeease

A/N: I decided just to call him Ten in this… I also read somewhere that most women can’t orgasm from just penetration alone, so I incorporated that, I hope you like it~ Everyone wants to dominate NCT it seemsㅋㅋㅋ


Word Count: 1,404

“Ten!” you snapped, looking at him pointedly as he lazily brushed his teeth.


“Hurry up, we need to leave in 11 minutes and you’re not even dressed yet.”

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Wish Granted

Tauxolouve x Reader x Partheno

Tauxolouve and Partheno were standing at your door, looking dashing as ever in their uniforms. “We got your wish,” Partheno said. He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms at his chest while Tauxolouve took another step closer. You took two steps back into the room. "Wish?” you asked, confused. "Why would we – “ Tauxolouve moved into the room past Partheno – “not grant your wish? Look at you..you’re beautiful.” He walked past you.

When you turned back Partheno was right in front of you. He put a hand to your hip and pushed, forcing you to walk backwards into the room. He shut the door behind him. You saw hunger in his eyes as he looked down at you. “What are you guys…” you started to say, but you knew. You knew it when you were stopped in your tracks by bumping into Tauxolouve. He slid his hands into your front jean pockets from behind and brought his lips to your temple. Partheno’s eyes flitted up briefly, and he smiled when they met Tauxolouve’s. “You know exactly what we’re doing,” the gorgeous God of Virgo said, voice husky. His hand slid up your neck and he tangled his fingers in you hair. “Just let us do it.”

You don’t know who moaned when Partheno’s mouth connected with yours; it honestly could have been any of you. He plunged his tongue between your lips and kissed you hungrily. Tauxolouve’s fingers undid your jeans, and he slid them down to reveal your lace panties underneath. Partheno broke away from you and spun you to face Tauxolouve, whose mouth filled the space Partheno’s left. Partheno’s fingers traced the line of your panties, across the band, down the legs, back up again. You shivered under his touch and kissed Tauxolouve more forcefully, desire taking hold. Partheno didn’t even sound like himself when he whispered in your ear, “We’re gonna take care of that sweet little pussy of yours.” He licked your lobe then bit it. “Make you cum until you can’t take it anymore”

In a synchronized move they both pulled away from you, took off their jackets and stripped their shirts off. You felt like you were punch drunk, standing there, staring between the two of them, eyes hooded. Your body was burning up, and you needed them to touch every inch of you. “You ok?” Tauxolouve asked gently, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. You nodded your head yes lazily and he chuckled when he pulled your shirt over your head. Partheno brushed past the two of you, grabbing your hand as he did. He yanked you away from Tauxolouve and whipped you towards the bed, where you fell on your back with a bounce. The length of his body was over yours in an instant, his lips at the hollow of your neck, sucking and biting. He pushed one of your bra cups away and pinched your nipple. You moaned and arched your back, clawing at his arm as he rolled the peak between his fingers.

There was the thud of a belt hitting the floor, then the mattress dipped. You opened your eyes to see Tauxolouve kneeling by your feet, his hand on his hard cock, which was straining to get through his boxers. Partheno slid his body to the side, letting his hand drop though his mouth was still latched to your skin. He’d moved on to kissing across your shoulder. Tauxolouve leaned forward and reached under you, unsnapping your bra. He pulled it off and threw it to the side, then brought his mouth to the nipple Partheno had just been playing with. He sucked gently and you sighed, feeling overwhelmed by the hot mouths and wet tongues that were lighting your skin up.

Partheno’s lips came back to yours and he nipped the bottom one gently, kissing you deeply. His hand slid beneath your panties, fingers going right to your clit. Tauxolouve’s hand pulled at the material, and Partheno broke away quickly to help him get them down and off your legs. Partheno’s fingers went back to what they were doing, while Tauxolouve squeezed your thigh and pulled your leg down towards the bed. He opened your pussy up so he could slide two fingers into your wet opening, pumping them in tandem with the tight circles Partheno drew on your bud.

You were writhing under them, moaning their names, a hand on the back of each of their heads. “Ah, fuck!” You breathed out. “Oh my god. Partheno! Lou! Holy shit, guys…” Tauxolouve ripped his mouth away from your breasts and knelt up, resting a hand on your stomach. He sat back and put more force into fucking you with his fingers, driving them harder and faster, adding a third. “Come on, little lady, cum for us,” he said, voice hoarse.

Partheno also backed his head up, looking down your body to where their hands were working. He sped up on your clit, and you felt your orgasm within reach. Your hips jerked up and your body shook. You finally let it all go with a shriek, one hand grabbing the back of Partheno’s neck while the other twisted in the sheets. You felt like you were coming apart at the seams. They let you ride it out until your body went as still as it could; You twitched with aftershocks of such a hard climax. Partheno sat up on his heels. He chuckled and looked at Tauxolouve, who nodded his head back; it was like they were saying good job to one another.

"Ok,” Partheno started. He stood up and dropped his pants. “That’s one.” You caught a glimpse of him licking his lips before he wrenched your legs apart and dropped to his knees, situating his head there. Tauxolouve dropped his boxers and knelt back on the bed, walking his knees to your head. You reached right for his cock and propped yourself up on one elbow, facing him. Your fingers caressed his balls before you wrapped them around his shaft and started stroking. You licked the underside, looking up at him. He was staring, his lips set tightly together. When you swirled a pointed tongue around the head he let out a gasp, then, “Wrap those beautiful lips around my cock.” You moaned and did as he asked.

You sucked vigorously as Partheno’s tongue slid up and down your slit, lapping at the wetness there. He pushed his fingers inside you and closed his lips around your clit, flicking his tongue over it rapidly. You felt another orgasm build and clenched your thighs around his head. He moaned into your mound and the vibrations intensified everything. Tauxolouve’s cock flew out of your mouth with a wet pop as you were on the edge of cumming, moaning, “Partheno, please, like that! Oh fuck, I-I-“ Partheno shook his head and you were lost to a gush of pleasure, rolling in waves through your body. You started to suck Tauxolouve’s dick again as you shuddered and came down off it.

You felt cool air on your wet pussy when Partheno took his mouth away. He stood up and said, “Turn, head here.” You rotated so that your head was hanging off the bed and Tauxolouve was kneeling between your legs. Tauxolouve slid inside of you slowly, his thumb caressing your clit. Partheno’s cock hovered near your face as you watched Tauxolouve bottom out and pull back slowly, then slam back in. He began his onslaught, the bed creaking under your weight. Partheno reached down to your clit, swatting Tauxolouve’s hand away, taking over his motions. “Hold her legs instead,” he rumbled. “Push them back so you can go deep.” Partheno looked back at you with a devilish smirk as he said, “I bet she likes it that way.”

You whimpered out a yes as Tauxolouve gripped your ankles and pushed your legs so your knees bent towards your chest. You rolled your eyes back and saw Partheno was holding his cock steady to the side of your head. You opened your mouth and turned your neck. He slid the tip along your tongue before pushing it between your lips. “Ah, fuck,” he groaned, his hips moving back and forth little by little. You gripped Partheno’s waist as Tauxolouve fucked you harder to keep yourself from sliding off the bed. Partheno helped by stopping on your clit and instead holding the back of your head.

Tauxolouve’s grunts grew louder as his hips snapped. Suddenly he slowed all the way down, then pulled out with a heavy sigh. Partheno pulled his cock from your mouth and sat on the bed, propped against the headboard. “Come here,” he said quietly, motioning to you with his hand. You sat up and he pulled you to him, flipping you so you faced out straddling him. He drug you down onto his cock and you cried out, falling forward on the bed. Partheno bent his knees and Tauxolouve sat right in front of you. If you leaned down all the way your mouth was in line with his cock. You dove for it as you rolled your hips back on Partheno.

Tauxolouve’s hand went to the back of your head as you pulled at his dick, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue. Partheno’s hands rested on your ass as you rode him, and he brought one down sharply, the crack causing you to moan around Tauxolouve’s cock. "Shit!” Tauxolouve cried out. “Yes, just like that. Fuck, I’m so close. Your pussy was so tight!” You added your hand to the mix, stroking and sucking, and before long Tauxolouve came in your mouth. You swallowed his cum as it pulsed across your tongue, his hips coming up off the bed as he leaned back to watch. You brought your eyes up to him and opened your mouth on your last pass up his shaft so he could see the last of his cum on your tongue before you swallowed it and sat up. He tucked his legs under him and leaned you up straight as you bounced on Partheno. Tauxolouve’s fingers found your nub and rubbed gently. The new sensation brought you closer to orgasm and needing Partheno’s dick deeper inside you. You bore down on him harder and heard him growl, “I’m so fucking close, don’t you dare stop.”

Partheno’s hands circled around to hold your breasts and roll your nipples between his fingers. Tauxolouve locked eyes with you and whispered, “I know you wanna cum again. Do it.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you let another orgasm grip you, hips faltering in their up and down movement. You ground them back and forth instead, against Tauxolouve’s hand, with Partheno’s cock rubbing against your g-spot. You cried out both of their names, and when you said Partheno’s name his hands dropped to grip your hips, pushing you into Tauxolouve. Arms draped over Tauxolouve’s shoulders, you kissed him deeply as you felt Partheno’s cum shoot deep inside of you, a litany of curses and your name sounding out from his mouth.

When he was done he scooted up so you had a place to sit on the sheets between his legs. He put his sweaty forehead between your shoulder blades and sighed. “Oh my god,” his voice was muffled against your skin. "Did you like that?” Tauxolouve asked. He was still breathing heavily, his fingers tracing circles over your thighs. You nodded and caught his soft lips in a kiss, then turned around so you could put your lips on Partheno’s. You looked between the two handsome gods and smiled. "Mmmm more..” you breathed. Tauxolouve’s eyes met Partheno’s and they slowly smiled at each other.

Part 12 - Hot Hunk that comes with a Price.

Yesterday was a tiring Thursday evening. I was just lying on my bed resting until I heard a buzz on my phone and I saw this :

Edward : Hi. How r u ? 

Me : Hey. I’m good. You ?

well I met him on Surge (its a gay apps that works like Tinder) and ‘fortunately’ both us swipe right (liked each other) so a conversation was created. He caught my attention because he’s a hunk in his 30′s, 180cm , Tan skin tone, HOT body, with a big chest I could just drown into in. Well usually if I saw this kind of guys on gay apps there might be a chance that it is a fake profile…especially when they initiate a conversation = it doesn’t even make sense to me haha, unless I am really in luck that is.  So back in a month ago he said in Surge : Hey add up in wechat ? So I did. Added him up and texted him 2-3 times on surge and wechat but did not response. So Yeah as I thought he would be a fake id. But turns out, he’s real.

Edward : Got more pic ? 

Me : (Sent him my pics)

Edward : Cute. I like. Come let me touch.

Me : (Sent him my nudes) 

Edward : Come let me. 

Me : hehe. you have place ?

Edward : With friend. But my place is available. Come let me fuck you now.

Me : tonight 8pm ?

Edward : sounds good. btw do you know how to clean ?

Me : of course dear. If not how do I btm lol

Edward : just making sure. See you :)

I was so excited and nervous at the same time. In my mind : Fuck is this real ? he’s like a hot hot hot hunk ! the only thing that could turns out bad is that he has a small dick lol. (Well turns out something even bad happened later on, little did I know. Sigh) 

off I go. Shaved my ass making sure is nice and smooth. Brushed my teeth, Took a shower and clean my ass making sure the water comes out clean I really don’t want to mess this up especially its him ! Car ran out of mint chewing gum, parked at 7-11 , bought some and chew it as I drive to my destination. its half an hour drive from my place to Kajang, well that I remember clearly in that 30 minutes of driving I was purely excited like a kid that is about to unwrap his gift. 

My jaw dropped when I reached outside his apartment. Its fancy. Registered myself at the guard house, parked at the visitor parking, found myself lost in the lobby as I text him :

Me : Hey I am here.

Edward : at the lift lobby dial *504 door bell* to me. I will unlock the door for you.

Me : Sure. I am in. Which floor ?

Edward : 9

Well it might sound dumb but its really fancy. As I took the lift up. I was staring at the reflection in the lift. Making sure I look good. Adjusting my sexy singlet and shorts, fixing my hair, testing my breath and “Ding”. I am here.

As I walk out of the lift. I found him by the corridor playing with his phone in his blue tight shirt being stretched out especially his biceps and a pair of light brown shorts waving at me as I smile at him. ( The following conversation we had was in Chinese for your information. I just translated it into English)

Edward : hey :) come on it.

I remember clearly there were at least 10 pairs of shoes outside the door but all of it was man shoes…well I guess some belongs to his friends. My jaw literally dropped again. The living room was bloody spacious with a good view and some dim yellow light lamp at the corner of the room. An island across the kitchen with a high wooden bar dining table fill with soft jazz music playing through a speaker in the living room. I would say it again. Its fucking fancy. I guess a single unit in this apartment’s would easily cost millions

Me : Nice place. May I know where’s the bathroom ?

Edward : you could use the room across there (pointing)

As I walk into this room. It doesn’t look like an occupied room. (Sorry I am a very observant person so I look into details haha) The room was bloody spacious as well but very well designed, with a king sized bed with white sheets, a mirror and a beanie bag. That’s all. Yes, a bed, mirror and beanie bag. 

Well I was in a hurry to pee so I opened the door of the bathroom my jaw dropped once more. The bathroom is as big as my bedroom I swear. As I was peeing, a gigantic bathtub was place behind me and a cubicle was on my right. Washed my hands, fixing my hair again as I look into the mirror. 

Edward : Can I get you something drink? (speaking outside the bathroom)

Me : Water would do thanks. (still fixing my hair, I guess I was nervous)

As I got out of the bathroom. I took another look in this room again. “This cant be his room right ? there’s no desk, there’s no cupboard for his shirts, it just so empty !” As he walks into the room with glass of water with a thin slice of lemon in it “Damn seriously ?” 

Me : Thank you (get a hold of the glass and smiled at him)

Edward : So was it jam on the way here ? (sat on the corner of the bed) 

Me : yeah a little. But its okay hehe.

Edward : you’re still studying ? 

Me : yeah college. You look tired (just me being too observant) 

Edward : Yeah, I just got back from Taiwan yesterday and I have to clean my house since you’re coming tonight.

Edward : I haven’t shower yet tho.

Me : You should go shower.

Edward : Wanna shower with me ? 

Me : (Well I will sound bad if I said ‘No’ right ? since he asked..) Sure :)

As both of us stood up by the bathroom door. We removed our clothes. My eyes couldn’t follow up as he take of his clothes. His body was beautiful. That chest and his dick was not small, semi hard hanging out as he removes his pants. As I walk towards him with my naked body he gently place his hands on my chest touching it. Smiling at him before my hands could reach for his he opened the bathroom door and said “come” , he took a towel and a small towel as he was in the cubicle as I was still stunned, standing outside staring at his hot body.

Edward : Come on in. 

As I enter, I took the soap and applying in on my skin. But he took the soap from my hand instead as I look at him.

Edward : Lai (Come) I help you wash, turn around. 

Being fully obedient I turned around as he gently uses the soap to brush across the back of my body from my neck to shoulder, my arms. As I immediately got hard when he touches me like that ! Slowly down to my bum and he slipped a finger in between my butt cheeks touching my hole. And he squat down cleaning my thighs and legs and even my foot. 

Edward : Turn around

now with my erected cock facing him as I get to see his amazing body with my own eyes again staring at his chest. Hands up in the air soaping my armpits and chest and all the way down to foot brushing it with the small towel.

Edward : 舒服/Comfortable ? (Smiling at me while still washing me)

Me : yeah hehe.

Edward : Well its your turn later

Me : Sure (Obediently nod my head) so do you usually bring boys back home and do this ?

Edward : Hmm sometimes I do. Its comfortable isn’t it ?

While my body was still covered with soaps, he turns around and pass me the small towel with soap. Luckily I am almost as tall as him I could reach for his neck, gently scrubbing it with my hand running across his broad muscled shoulder way down to his waist. With his hands now leaning against the glass, I squat down scrubbing and touching his bubble butt (Damn I love tops with nice ass !) As I try to mimic him too, sliding my index finger between his butt cheek touching his hole, surprise surprise, he is shaved :) Way down to his thigh and legs and foot.

Me : Turn around. (still squating down scrubbing his foot)

As he turns around. His semi-hard cock was facing me when I am still scrubbing his legs. slowly moving him his cock, gently stroke it with my hands to his balls and way back to his hole. Standing up, scrubbing his front shoulder and I am in ecstasy when I clean his chest. I could take the time of my life enjoy fondling it, with hands placing on his chest , fingers drawing circle around his nipples and moving down to his abs.

Me : your body is amazing. 

Edward : Nah. I didn’t hit the gym for a week. 

As I turn around with my ass pressing against his dick. He smirked a little. with his hands reaching for my chest from behind gulping it and fingers flicking my nipples. I let out a soft moan. As I could feel his semi hard cock erected into something harder. With our body still covered up with soaps and bubble, our body touching each other as if we’re covered up with oil. As he gently move me towards the glass with my hand pressing against it. He place his hands on the back of my waist hinting to lower my lower back as I did, feeling something hard but slippery squeezing against my hole. 

So in my mind “bareback ?” but I was in cloud 9 and couldn’t give a fuck anymore so I didn’t said anything as I feel his head enters my hole I moaned :

Me : Ahh. Fuck (softly moaned)

Edward : yeah. 喜歡嗎/Do you like it ? 

Me : Yeah. (reaching for my own hard dick trying to stroke it)

Edward : (he took off my hands and hold it together against the glass.)

As he slow fuck me with his slippery dick in me, I moaned like a slut in the cubicle wishing I could see his amazing body while he fuck me. His hands were gulping my chest from the back as he fucks me, slowly with his hands placing on my stomach saying : 

Edward : let out your stomach, I like to touch. 

 As we slow fuck for a moment with his body pressing against mine while I’m leaning against the glass, my body feel so hot out of a sudden. I rarely fuck in the bathroom unless if my boyfriend requested. 

Edward : lets wash up. 

As he got a hold of the shower tap washing of the soaps from my body as I was a little overwhelm from that hot fuck. Went out of the cubicle, dry myself with the thick comfy towel as my eyes still couldn’t get off from that beautiful sight of the man’s that just put a dick in me. As I walk off from the bathroom to wait as he was still taking his shower. I was still curious about his living room, thinking “since he’s still showering maybe I could have a look outside.” As I gently unlock the room’s door I saw this guy in his white singlet and red shorts skinny but I couldn’t remember the look on his face. He was in the kitchen pouring himself a drink. I reacted to it as I quickly shut the door GENTLY but leaving the door ajar so that I could still peak who is this guy there. To me he definitely seems like a bottom like 9/10 gay and he’s a bottom. As I was drowning in my aroused thoughts I heard the water tap closed. This time I quickly shut the door tight and locked it. 

Standing by the curtain pretending to be enjoying the view as he came out of the bathroom walking towards me hugging from my back. I felt his semi-hard dick pressing against my butt check with his hands toying with my nipple as I softly moan. I turned around, gulping his big chest and my tongue doing the work in the next minute. I fucking love his chest and nipple with some hair on it. Gently licking it and biting his nipples as he moans. 

Edward : Suck me.

I smiled at him and reach for his big dick. 7 inch dick when its fully erected with the help from my mouth doing the job. Swirling around the head going top to bottom quickly As he moans.

Edward : Slowly.

Sucking his big cock, manage to swallow almost ¾ of it as I gag a little, reaching for his balls licking it gently and sucking his balls 1 by 1 as he moans now and then :

Edward : Yeah. Good boy.

As I suck him even harder with his moans telling me not to stop and wants more of me.

Edward : Yeah. Good girl. Good girl.

I was positive I didn’t hear it wrong. He said girl. Its not like I mind but maybe its his thing ? or is he bisexual ? As I sleep next to him ready to get fuck by him. He took the lube and apply it on his hard wet dick. I lift my legs up in the air. It takes no time for him to enter. That view of him fucking was priceless. Never have I thought a hot hunk like him would fuck me. As both of us moans his hands were gulping my chest while his fingers flicking nipples.

Edward : you’re so cute and your chest is beautiful.

Me : Fuck. Ahh Ahh. 

Reaching my own cock trying to stroke it while he fucks me. Again he shook off my hands and held it together with his (In my mind I was thinking maybe he wants to fuck me longer so he don’t want me to cum first). On and off he fucks me. Kissing my hair legs while he drills my hole and my wet cock precum is leaking everywhere. I place my hands on his sexy muscular chest flicking with his nipple as he did the same to me too as I moan so loud that my sensitive part is driving me crazy. 

Edward : If you moan like that I’m gonna cum soon. Fuck.

As he pulls out his dick from my wet hole and stroke it, within few seconds. He moans ‘Diu Hai (Fucking Hell)’ and he cummed so much, all over my body, my face my chest and arms. He took some tissues and wipe his own cock and pass me the tissue as he turns to he bathroom and showered

It was fucking hot. But wait. What about me ? with my semi-hard wet cock leave hanging here, I took some tissues from the box and wipe off his sperm on my body, thinking. That’s it ? I didn’t want to seem like I’m over-reacting. So I enters the bathroom he pass me the towel as he dry himself. 

Edward : Go take a shower.

Seemingly being obedient I took a cold shower. Still thinking ‘That’s it ?’ I felt so puzzled and confused. As I dry myself after the shower, he was dressed up so I put back my clothes on too as he look at me and said : 

Edward : 我送你出去/ I’ll walk you out to the door.

Edward : Drive safe home okay. 

Me : Will do. goodnight. (wink at him)

Edward : (Caught him smiling while he shuts the door)

Well I was puzzled as I took the lift down, couldn’t find where my car parked. Walking around emotionlessly searching, as I found my car I got in and I feel so confused. I was angry of course. Who the hell let a person walk off home when my dick is still hard and wet ? fucking hell. Drove another 30 minutes of journey back home in 120mph.. I just feel so pissed. He’s just push me out of the house just like that ? Damn. 

As I came home. Of course I have to finish the job myself with my ass still wet.

Damn it he is by far the hottest guy that I fucked with but the ending sucks. Gosh I don’t even know how do respond to it. Ugh !

Homebound - Snowbound Part 002

You guys are incredible. Thank you so much for taking him well – he’s my favorite sandbox to play in (hence why almost every dad piece plays with him and them, even the shortest of blurbs!). Speaking of, I make a quick reference to this requested blurb (again, same sandbox – it was my way of sharing him before he was ready to be shared!), so if you want a peek at the “before” of it all, check that out! Happy reading. x.

Part 001

Your body feels like it’s trapped in a furnace when you wake up. The blankets, fluffy and warm – you only vaguely remember waking up cold and Harry pulling them up over the pair of you from the foot of the bed – help, but that’s not why. There is a body pressed up against almost every inch of you and one leanly muscled arm is slung across your chest and a face is burrowed into your neck. You nuzzle your nose against the heavily tattooed forearm you can just barely make out between your half-open eyes and it squeezes around you in acknowledgment.

You’re sure you’ll panic in a bit and be flooded with the sense of awkwardness that comes with waking up next to your ex and the father of your son, but right now you just like being surrounded by his scent.

He always has smelled nice – like home.

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Someone’s watching over you

A/N:  English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

requested by @jk-moon97
I hope you like it ♡

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff / Angst
Summary: Exactly one year ago you lost your parents in a car accident. You couldn’t bare to feel the pain, but he was with you - taking care of you. 
Disclaimer: Death of Parents (Trigger!)
Music: Someone’s watching over me 

Moodboard: @kthyunngg

Seen that ray of light,
and it’s shining on my destiny.
Shining all the time.
And I wont be afraid,
to follow everywhere it’s taking me.

Have you ever had someone in your life who made you think you could conquer anything? Someone who could make you smile even when you felt like all you could do was cry? You thought it was your fate to remember the day of your parents death as the day you stopped having faith that everything will be all right. When you we’re upset and crying, your mother was there with a bright smile that made all your troubles in the world seem minuscule compared to her brightly lit face. Sometimes you thought she could have eclipsed the sun with that smile. 

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I had put my phone down, I couldn’t stare at those words any longer. I couldn’t deal with knowing that he had tried to contact me two months prior. Even after he had been with someone else. He had wanted me.

This didn’t change anything, my brain fought. It had still been two months, he could be over me by now. Over me ignoring his efforts. He could’ve found someone by now. Someone that he wrote this beautiful song about.

Sweet creature.

Such an adorable thing to call someone.

As it continued, the words seemed so bittersweet. A song filled with adoration but with a tang of sadness in the lyrics. Maybe I was reading too much into it, putting myself as the one he wrote these words about.

I needed to stop doing that. I needed to stop relating everything Harry wrote to our relationship, but it was hard. We were such constants in one another’s lives that everything seemed too close to home.

“Well, where did it go wrong?” Lily asked, her hand found its way on mine as she stared at me over the table between us. She had been trying to talk to me about Harry for days now, but I always found ways to avoid her.

Which always wasn’t the easiest since I had been staying at her house. However, she found a loophole.

She came to my job.

I sighed, knowing there was no way to ignore this. I couldn’t just leave work.

Or could I? Did I really need this job? I contemplated what would happen if I just walked out, would I get fired? Probably. Then I wouldn’t be able to pay rent or find my own place. I needed this job, which meant I had to deal with this conversation.

“Nothing went wrong. He didn’t hurt me, or cheat, or lose interest..” I began, already expecting the look she was giving me. The one that had “So you’re just an idiot?” written all over it.

She shook her head, removing her hand from the table, “I don’t get it, you guys were happy.” she stated, which caused me to sigh again. “We were. I just couldn’t handle it anymore.”

“What? Happiness?” she sneered, I knew her intent was good. I would be just as confused if the situation was switched. She had experienced other relationships with me, so to see me finally happy in one and then watch me throw it away was probably extremely frustrating for her as well.

I shook my head, this is why I wanted to avoid this talk all together. I’ve never been the best at articulating how I feel when I’m upset, so I knew this would be rough.

“It’s just, everyday I saw the end. At first, I could ignore it. Push it away as me overacting, as usual. But, as the days went on, it got harder to silence that voice. The voice that told me that this was never going to last. That I wasn’t the one for him. That despite all the good we had now, it would soon just become bitter memories for me to crave. That he wouldn’t want to be with me soon enough, that he’d see the real me and despise it. That I would be the reason he wasn’t happy.” I ranted, tears threatening to spill with every word, my throat progressively drying.

Her gaze was on the table, and I thanked her for it. I hated when people saw me cry.

“I couldn’t be blissfully ignorant anymore. I couldn’t be happy every single day until he decided to leave me. I knew it would happen, and I wanted it to be in my control. Plus, what if we had been together for years? What if five years down the line he realized he wasted all that time on me? All of the years he could’ve been spending looking for the girl that was perfect for him. He’d resent me..”

“So you’d rather he hate you for breaking his heart?” she cut me off, her arms crossing as she rested her back against her chair.

“He hates me now, but when he moves on he’ll thank me. He’ll appreciate that I didn’t try to hold him down from being with someone better.” I shrugged, my eyes glued to my finger that picked at the cloth of my apron.

Lily bitterly laughed, leaning her elbows onto the table, “You’re honestly insane.” she said, and I nodded.

“I’m aware.”

“Anyone in their right mind can see how perfect you and Harry were together. How much love radiated off the two of you. You belonged together. Did you talk to him about this instead of just leaving?” she asked, her shock was present in her face.

I shook my head, to which she laughed. “Of course you didn’t, once your mind is set on something you turn into the most stubborn person I know.”

She had truth in her words, I probably should’ve talked this out with Harry first. But I knew myself, I knew if I even had the balls to bring it up I would talk myself out of it the second his eyes would lock with mine.

“You need to tell him all this.” she spoke softly, her compassion returning as she reached for my hand.

“He won’t want to talk to me.” I whispered before she laughed, shaking her head. I looked to her with knitted brows, silently asking what was so funny.

“You two are so fucking similar.” she stated, laughter still prominent in her tone. I still didn’t understand.

“What do you mean?” I questioned, my eyes searching hers for any type of answer.

She continued to laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “His suborn ass said the same thing when I told him he needed to talk to you.”

That was a week after we had split. Both of us we’re too stubborn to talk to one another. Lily always liked to remind me that we were the same person, that’s how she’d rationalize things. She would try to make me feel better by asking how I would react if the situation was switched. If he had left instead, and all of his actions would make sense to me.

The truth is, we were alike. Everyone could see it, even us. Sometimes it worked for us and sometimes we clashed, but we understood one another.

Even when we would fight, it would be over soon after because we could see why we were both upset.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Harold.” I screamed, fingers catching in my hair as I ran through it in frustration.

“One, don’t call me that. Two, you’re not even letting me explain!” he fought back, equally as loud as I had been. His fingers pulling at his bangs and his body flung to face mine. My breathing was heavy and unsteady, rage brewing in my stomach as I glare at him.

“Because I don’t wanna’ fucking hear it!” I reiterated, throwing my jacket from my shoulders and onto our couch. The fabric becoming too overwhelming with as hot as I was feeling. “Brooklyn, you’re being unreasonable.” he yelled, unbuttoning his suit jacket before throwing it next to mine.

I laughed, “You know not to call me by my full name, and what’s there to explain?!” I started, watching as he unbuttoned his white shirt at the wrists to roll the sleeves to his elbows. His head hung low as he shook with head with a laugh.

“I leave you alone for ten minutes, ten fucking minutes, and when I come back you have some model practically dry humping you in front of me!” I screeched, my arms flying wildly as I took in his stance. He was leaning against the wall across from me, his arms crossed as his eyebrows were raised. His expression was almost amused.

“You done?” he asked, using his leg to propel himself off the wall to walk to me. I laughed, shaking my head, “I’m not in the mood for this.” I said, my arms raising as I walked away.

He moved to grab my wrist, his fingers holding it back lightly as I stopped completely. My eyes stayed on his fingers wrapped around me, my face in shock. How did he think he was going to talk his way out of this?

“Listen to me.” he said, his tone light but with a hint of anger behind it.

“No.” I refused, turning away from him. “Brooklyn, you have to let me explain what happened.” he continued, his hands still on my arm. “No.” I repeated, my body moving to pull away from him.

His hand fell from me as I heard him sigh, my legs began to carry me away from him. “Brooklyn, I swear..” he started, his tone almost animalistic. A growl erupting from him in frustration. “I don’t want to hear it, Harold.” I retorted, emphasizing on his full name since he had only called me by mine. Knowing how much I hated it.

Within seconds he had me pushed against the wall next to me, his hands locked into mine as he pinned them above my head. His hip bones pushing into me as he locked me from moving. “Now.” he said as I looked up to him, his face inches from my own.

He knew if he wanted to shut me up, this would be the only way. He knew I loved when he was dominant, and if I was thinking about how hot he was I wasn’t arguing with him.

“Stop being a bad kitten, and listen to me.” he said, his nose dragging down the side of my neck as a shiver went down my spine. My lip caught between my teeth as he laughed, knowing I’d be silent long enough for him to tell me his side.

“That girl, was no one to me. In fact, when you stumbled back to where I was, I was telling her about you. Telling her how much I loved my girlfriend and if you had taken the time to notice, my hands were nowhere near her because I was not interested.” he began, his mouth moving softly at the shell of my neck.

“But..” I finally found my voice, as shaky as it came out. “I’m not finished, kitten.” he growled, his teeth grazing near my soft spot. “It’s rude to interrupt.”

I nodded, feeling my eyes flutter shut. “What you saw wasn’t what it looked like, I’d never do anything to hurt you. You know that right?” he said, his head moving to rest his forehead against mine. I nodded again, not able to look in his eyes.

“You mean everything to me. I’d never let anything or anyone get between us.” He continued as he moved to put both of my wrist in one of his hands, the other dragging down to my waist. “You’re my home.” he exhaled, his lips catching mine quickly before he moved back to look at me.

“This house, means nothing to me. It’s not my home. You are. Wherever we go, wherever we are, as long as I’m with you I’m home.” he finished, his fingers gripping my waist as he pushed against me. Our mouths moving together as my frustrations slid off of me.

His other hand released mine and found its way to the other side of my waist, lifting my up to wrap my legs around him as he carried me towards the bedroom.

“Stop thinking about him. Stop thinking about him.” I slurred to myself, the wine bottle almost finished as tears slide off my cheeks.

“How can I stop thinking about him? I’m listening to his fucking album.” I fought myself, laughing as my head shook.

“Why did I do this? Any of this? Why did I leave?” I asked openly to myself, my body flying to lay back into my bed. “It’s for the best.” I hissed bitterly to myself. I was such an idiot.

“You have hay fever!” I yelled, watching as Harry ran from me and into Lily’s garden. “I don’t care!” he yelled, he smiled back to me his eyes already beginning to water. “HARRY!” I laughed, his body flopping next to the sunflowers Lily had planted in her backyard. I knew damn well that she’d flip if he ruined them.

“BROOKLYN!” he yelled back from his position on the floor, mocking me. “COME.” I heard him pat the ground beside him, his hands then moving to lay on his chest. “Lay with me.” he said, a smirk appearing as he continued to stare to the sky.

“No.” I replied, turning on my heel to head back to the house. “Where are you going?” he yelled, lifting his head from where he laid on the ground. “Inside, where the air con is.” I waved my hand over my head, signally him farewell.

I heard movement behind me and automatically began to run, I had been dating him long enough to know exactly what was about to happen. “Oh no you don’t.” he said through staggered breaths.

When I glanced back, I noticed him running full force behind me. I screamed, attempting to reach the glass door to the living room but was pulled away.

“You’re wasting your talents chasing me, you should join a track team.” I joked as he carried me from the porch. “I’m not fast, you just have little legs.” he responded, looking down to me from my position in his arms.

I rested my head against his chest, even if it was hot I couldn’t help but need to feel closer to him.

Today was one of those days that no matter how close we were, I missed him. He loved when I was in this type of mood, “Feeling clingy today?” he asked, a smile spreading on his face as he rested me onto the ground where he originally laid.

I nodded, “Good.” he replied, laying down before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to his chest. He peppered kisses to my forehead as I took in the sky as it turned pastel shade above us. “I feel like we should be more worried about moving into our house soon.” I spoke, my head lifting to meet his eyes.

A soft smile stayed on his face as he looked down to me, his eyelids half shut. “Our house.” he responded, his smile only growing. “I like the sound of that.” he continued, “We haven’t even packed.” I retorted with a laugh. The thought of not being prepared panicked me, even in this comfortable situation.

“Doesn’t really bother me, I’m already home.” he said, I looked to him confused. We were at Lily’s house, “What?” I questioned. He shook his head, a giggle falling from his lips, “Just kiss me.” he said before moving his head to mine.

No packing was done that day, no packing was done until the day before we moved out.

That was another thing I envied about Harry, he was always so carefree. I missed it. When I was with him it seemed to rub off, I found myself more relaxed when he was with me. As if nothing bothered us as long as we were together.

Now, with him gone, I was in a constant state of panic. Even towards the end of us, I worried about any little thing that could possible happen. Even if it wouldn’t. It was hard without him.

It was hard hearing him now.

I lifted the wine bottle to my lips, sighing as it came back empty. I looked at it in my fingers, realizing its contents were gone. I hadn’t even known it was gone.

I needed more.

I paused the song as it reached its end, placing the bottle against my bedside table as I stumbled back towards the kitchen.

I knew I had another bottle from Christmas, now getting it not as sober as I was previously would be a problem. Since I had them on top of my fridge.

If Harry was here he’d get it for me, he could always reach things that I couldn’t. Considering he was a foot taller than me.

I stood on my toes, reaching as high as I could but failing. I could feel Harry’s arms wrapping around me, looking down at me with an amused look. His eyebrows raised before asking “Need help?” with a laugh. I needed Harry. He needed to get the bottle for me. I should call him.

No, no, I can’t.

Or could I? Would he have come to get this for me? Of course he wouldn’t, he’s probably far away from here. He probably hated me. I needed to do this for myself.

I grabbed a chair, laughing as I tried to stand on it and falling off at first. I tried again, moving quickly so I wouldn’t wobble off and break something. The bottle was in my hands and I was off the chair within seconds of each other. I staggered, clinging the bottle to my chest as cautiously as I could, not wanting to risk breaking it if I fell completely.

I tripped when I re-entered my room, falling almost immediately onto my mattress.

I closed my eyes, remembering all the times that Harry and I had done this together. All the times we had stumbled home together and fell on our bed wrapped in each other’s arms.

I remembered how we would laugh at one another drunken states, never being any better than each other. How we would mumble sloppy sentences of love and affection to one another, being tangled in each other limbs.

I turned on my side and I could practically feel him, feel the happiness I felt during those days as a smile broke on my face. I closed my eyes, feeling his breath fall on my face, his hands rubbing circles into my back. I felt him. I felt his love.

It was bittersweet when my eyes opened, having nothing but a wine bottle before me. I couldn’t stop my tears, and I didn’t want to. I was so pathetic. I didn’t like this me. I didn’t want to be this me.

I wanted to be who I was.

I wanted to be with Harry.

I needed to be with Harry.