you can’t help but be nervous when the CEO of Hemmings Inc., Luke Hemmings himself, asks you to stay after hours to help him with a project. you’ve only been interning at the company a few months, and your interactions with the CEO have been limited to small smiles and greetings in the hallways. you sit in front of his desk now, fiddling with the edge of your skirt, but he seems unconcerned, leaned back in his chair behind his desk, his feet up on the table, a smirk across his impossibly handsome face. “was there something I could help you with?” you ask finally. he stands and comes around the desk, never taking his blue eyes off you. “I have two older brothers. did you know that? and yet, I’m the head of our father’s company. do you know why that is?” he circles around you, walking behind your chair and brushing his hand along the edge, before trailing his fingertips across the bare skin on the back of your neck. he brings his lips close to your ear and whispers lowly, “it’s because when I want something, I get it.”
Anonymous said: One where you’re Luke’s best friends and you accidentally give him a boner from moving while sitting in his lap?
Summary: You could think having your best friend sleeping in your lap would be a cute thing, a few days before you’re leaving to go touring, but in Luke’s case, cute wasn’t the way to describe it, not with her hand pressed up against his dick and his leg slipped between hers.
Word count: around 1300 words
Warning/triggers: smutty thouhgs and swearing.
YOUR POINT OF VIEW
Luke’s hands were running through your hair, smoothly, in the way he
knew you loved it. You had been best friends for as long as you could remember,
it had always been him and you. You stayed with him through school, you stayed
with him when he started his band with his friends, when Ashton joined later
on, and you stayed with him when they grew world famous, and now, you had no
plans of leaving.
“Didn’t happen”, you mumbled at the story he just told you and he
laughed shortly and his fingers stopped. You made a frustrated sound, huffing
your head up to his touch and he rolled his eyes.
“It did”, Luke insister, continuing letting his fingers run down your
hair and you smiled softly at the nice feeling.
“Right”, you mumbled, “let’s say so.”
Luke sighed, leaning his head against your shoulder. “You should come
with tour with us.”
A smirk spread across your lips. “There’s enough dating rumours around
He laughed again and you realized how much you would miss to hear his
stupid laugh when he was on tour, so far away from you.
“True. But still, it would be amazing.”
You nodded. “It would, god, I wish I could.”
“Boys would love for you to tag along”, he reminded you.
You were good friends with all the boys, but they would never reach
Luke’s level. “Yeah, but I do have an actual life.”
He snorted. “Right.”
“I mean like, school, work. Stuff. I don’t get money from doing what I
love and I have no talents so this will be my life.”
“Shut up”, he laughed, “you’re talented. I mean, you’re- uh-“
“Thanks for the encouragement”, you rolled your eyes, “you’re an idiot.”
“I can give you the Queen Idiot title if you want me to.”
“Fuck off”, you mumbled, “I’m tired, though.”
You pushed yourself half up on his lap, one of your legs between his.
“Y/n-“ his voice sounded kind of hoarse.
“I’m ending this conversation by saying goodnight. Good night, Lukey.”
He stared down at you, you could feel his gaze. “You’re gonna sleep on me?”
You shrugged slightly against him, shifting in a more comfortable
position in his lap, head against the lower part of his torso.
“This is kind of comfortable”, you mumbled, nuzzling your head into his
shirt, breathing in his scent. You wouldn’t lie, there was no point in lying,
you would miss this. You would miss him, hearing him laugh at your stupid
jokes, waking up as he manages to fall down the stairs in the morning when you
slept over; you would even miss laughing at the dating rumours.
“Stop moving”, Luke told you after a while and you let out a groan.
“I almost fell asleep.”
“Stop moving”, he repeated.
“Whatever”, you mumbled, shifting again to fall asleep.
LUKE’S POINT OF VIEW
Okay, this was not good. Her sleeping on him, right, he could deal with
it, but moving around?
Sadly enough, he didn’t control his dick, and he was seriously about to
pop a fucking boner. Luke let out a sigh, trying to imagine his grandma naked
Y/n moved again, and this time Luke was pretty sure she was asleep, her
breath becoming steadier and slower and her body seemed to relax against his. Luke
was not capable of relaxing anytime soon, he knew that very well, especially
with her hand pressed up his junk.
Well, to be fair, it wasn’t like he hadn’t imagined what it would feel
like before – because damn, he had. More than once. She was nice, funny to be with, good looking and she was basically everything Luke wanted. Later times, it had even
been hard being in the same room as her, but he knew he was kind of forever
friendzoned. He laughed along, but it hurt every time she made fun of the
dating rumours about them, and one time when Luke actually had tried to ask her
out she thought he was kidding, and he hadn’t tried again after that.
She shifted again, pressing up against him and Luke’s breath hitched and
he glanced down at her, considering the option that she might be awake, knowing
what she was doing to him.
Her hand moved slightly against his junk and Luke bit his lip hand,
clenching his fists to hold them back from reaching up and run them down her
soft hair. Touching would definitely not
help his problem.
She moved a lot, which wasn’t in his favour at all, that was quite
obvious. He kept his glance up, trying not to look down at her nor the problem
he was having, which didn’t get any smaller when her leg slipped between his
and she fucking grinded down.
“Y/n”, he mumbled, fully aware of the husky tone his voice had taken. He
needed her to wake up because just shoving her out of the way wouldn’t be very
nice, but at the same time, if she did wake up there was n way she wouldn’t notice
the problem he was having.
She’d understand, right? She couldn’t expect him not to react if she
grinded down at him, her hand pressed up against her junk. There was no way he wouldn’t
react, she’d know that. For sure.
“No”, she suddenly said, freezing in place, and without even thinking
about it, Luke moved his hand down to her hair, running his fingers through her
hair, and like on cue, she relaxed again, shifting even closer to him, dragging
her self over his leg and Luke breathed in sharply, his hand stopping.
“Fuck”, he mumbled quietly,
closing his eyes and breathing out slowly, trying to ease himself out of the position,
but with his stupid luck, it only got worse, her fingers running down his
length and he had to get moving now. “Y/n!”
he said, sharper this time, “you have to move.”
Her fingers shifted slightly, her lower part of her body grinding down
against his leg slightly, but fuck¸ slightly
was enough for Luke to feel his needs running down his spine in the form of a
shiver and he swallowed hard.
“Then move you hand.”
She blinked up at him tiredly, her hand shifting again and he stared
right back at her, eyes probably dark, filled with want. He clenched his jaw.
Luke didn’t say anything as her eyes found where her hand was placed. He
just continued staring at her, her eyes traveling from the obvious bulge in his
pants up to meet his eyes and back again.
Her voice died out as she met his eyes again and Luke was fully aware
that he was staring, and also that she hadn’t moved her hand.
“Y/n”, he said, voice husky, hoarse. “Move your hand.”
“Or what?” she asked, blinking up at him.
Luke tilted his head slightly to the side. “You know what else.”
She pressed harder and Luke moved his fingers up her side, pressing
against her bare skin. “I want you to tell me.”
He bit the inside of his lip. “Y/n, if you’re not gonna follow through-“
“Tell me”, she insisted, “please.”
“Or I’ll bend you over the bed and fuck you.”
A smirk spread across her face. “That’s more like it”, she huffed out
before leaning up to seal their lips together.
“(Y/N), babe. Wake up,” the voice filled your ears as you turned around in the bed, opened your eyes and met two green eyes that stared into yours. You blinked twice, trying to get the sleep out and tilted your head to the side. The soft blanket and pillow were not making it easy to stay awake.
Owen leaned his weight on his arm, as he looked down at you and smiled. “Should we stay home?” Owen asked and you blinked at him with that question. You would love to stay in bed with him, but as you both had jobs to do - you sighed and opened your mouth. “Owen, we have wo-” but Owen pressed his lips against your, to keep you quiet.
So I met this guy on SA and let me tell you. I was so nervous. I didn’t know what to think other than the worst. Needless to say, I made a couple of no no’s during this:
1. I went to his house on the first meet.
2. I ended up having sex with him on the first meet.
3. I ended up staying the night with him on the first meet.
But we’ll get back to that shortly. Of course when I got there I was super scared because I was uber late for our date and I had already experienced a guy flip a whole shit ton because I was late.
This guy was super chill about it. When I finally did get there (because I live in NJ and he was in NY. I took the train to NY and then had to catch a cab to his place. I thought I gave the cab driver the wrong address so I had to pay him extra to really take me to the wrong address. It was so bad that I had ran back to the right place.) he welcomed me with open arms.
We were inside at first but because I had ran (and I’m sure my makeup looked so dumb) I asked if we could go on the balcony. So we go outside and he starts to tell me about how he’s tired of dating white girls (sorry, his words not mine) and that he wanted to try something new.
He kissed me a few times (but I wasn’t sure if I should have kissed him back so I did just to go with the flow). Anywho, we were originally supposed to go out with his comrade and two other white girls but he told me that he just wanted to be with me that night.
So we end up going to his apartment (because there’s like a ton of levels to this place) and we end up having sex. The crazy thing was that it was so intense. Anywho I end up “sleeping” because we had like two rounds, and I just don’t go to sleep at random people’s places without being comfortable first. So that morning he gets me breakfast and we dine and he sends me in an uber home.
He kept telling me that I was a mix of two other lady’s that he had loved before. It was kind of weird. He made it seem like it was something that hew as looking for but he wasn’t looking for anything serious.
I kept trying to tell him to think about it how I think about it. That it was just business. Hey, I like to keep things real. I am your pretend girlfriend, paid not to catch feelings.
****Just to jump ship a little bit, I do like him and if it weren’t under this arrangement he would be someone I would date. However, there are things that I am seeing (having now spent the night with him 3 times) but that’s just how he is. He paid for my school books (even though it was too late). At first he was eager to see me the following week. This week I haven’t seen him at all. Wonder if he’s trying to distance himself because I asked him when the next time I was going to see him and he replied, “I’ll let you know.” Heartbreak seems to be on the way****
Request: Fluff fluff fluff for Woozi being jealous of BTS Suga
BTS’s fanchant could be heard inside your apartment, and your friend Jihoon just sat, judging you from the side.
“Omg oppa he’s so cute!” You couldn’t help fangirling over the blonde boy on the screen. “Look at his rap, and his dance, and his everything! Suga’s just - ugh.” You were involuntarily silenced with a pillow to your face.
“Shut up. Don’t talk about him around me.” Jihoon said from beside you, glaring.
“Oh hush, Mr. ‘Vocal Team Leader Woozi’,” you stuck your tongue out at him. “You get to see him at your music shows, while I have to stay here and watch him through the screen. Let me fawn over him.”
Jihoon frowned, unamused. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the couch, but you just ignored him. Instead, you went back to squealing every time Min Suga did anything.
After BTS’s performace, Seventeen was on next, but since you’d already seen them practice and perform their song a million times, you changed the channel.
“Hey!” Jihoon protested, turning the channel back.
“But oppa!” You slapped his arm, but all he did was ignore you. Then, you got a great idea. “Hey… What if….”
Jihoon raised an eyebrow at you, telling you to get on with it.
You giggled at what you thought of. “You should let me come to one of your stages so I can see Suga!”
“No! Absolutely not,” Jihoon immediately disagreed. “You’ve got me, we’re practically the same person anyway.”
You sent a judging look at your friend from the side. “Yeah, sure, okay.”
The next few hours were filled with watching more idols’ performances. Jihoon got hungry in the midst of it all, and after telling you he’ll be back, he left to get some food for you two.
Taking it as your chance, you quickly switched the channel to a different one. As soon as the screen changed, you let out a squeal. It was one of your favorite variety shows, and currently BTS was the guest.
They were explaining what their new album concept was, but you just couldn’t take your eyes off Suga. All their outfits were amazing, but you had to admit, Suga in that pilot uniform just - you had no words.
No matter what he did, you just kept screaming about how cute and hot he was. Every time he moved, or blinked, or breathed, you just couldn’t contain your feels, and resorted instead to squeezing your pillow and burying your face in it from all the emotions.
And that’s how Jihoon found you when he got back; arms and legs wrapped around a pillow, squealing on the floor after you fell when Suga did something cute.
Jihoon immediately dropped the bags in his hands and ran to you. “Y/n!” he shook you. “Are you okay? What happened?”
You lifted your face up, gasping. “Oh my goodness, Oppa,” you couldn’t even finish a sentence with how hard you were breathing.
Jihoon started searching all over uour body to see if there was something wrong. “What happened? Why are you on the ground?”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, catching your breath. “Oppa, this comeback is killing me,” you explained. “Suga and that blonde hair just-”
Jihoon abruptly interrupted you in the best way possible. You felt his lips on yours, and you almost melted inside. One of his hands slid down to rest on your hip, while the other cupped your cheek. When he pulled away, you were left breathless again, but this time for a better reason.
“Hey,” he squinted his eyes at you. “Is Suga that much better than me? Can he do this better than me?”
Possibly, but I wouldn’t know, you thought.
You felt a light tap on your cheek. When you focused again, you realized Jihoon was poking you to get your attention.
“Yah, I know you’re thinking about him again.” You blushed because it was true. “Come here.”
Jihoon pulled you into his lap and held you there. You and him had always been pretty touchy, but never like this, and you felt a little embarassed at how close you two were right now.
He held you tightly in his arms, and even if you wanted to, you couldn’t escape his grip. He started laying wet kisses all over your face, and you frowned a little.
“Ew,” you pushed his face away. All he did was chuckle, but then proceeded to give you soft pecks instead.
“I bet Suga can’t make you feel like this,” he said into your cheek. “I bet you if he held you like this, it wouldn’t feel as amazing.”
He held your face in your hands, staring right into your eyes. You wanted to look away from the intensity in his eyes, but he wouldn’t let you.
“When you have me here, only look at me, and only think of me.”
People always hating on Goku saying he's a bad father & husband. In his defense he never really wanted to be a husband. Chi chi kind of forced him into marriage. And most of the time Goku wasn't around was because he was DEAD! He wasn't there for majority of Gohan's life because he was dead! He was there for Goten because he was dead! Ya'll forget that Goku took Gohan camping and fishing and spent Nearly an eternity with Gohan in the hyperbolic time chamber. He
That is bullshit because Goku died once on accident but the 2nd time his ass chose to stay dead. They wished him back and he was like “nah” and only came back to fight in a tournament. He took Gohan fishing? Oh shit nevermind he’s the best father of the year. Vegeta also spent a year with Trunks in the chamber too and spent more time with him than Goku ever has with Gohan. Look at it this way, Goku has seen Gohan in stages of his life; when he was 5, then like when he was 6/7, then when he was 11 and then again when he was like 18 and then again x many years after he left to train Uub. Let’s not even talk about Goten who he saw for like half a year and then left to train Uub
I just wanted to tell someone this and your one of my fav Meta writers. that moment with Lydia & Parrish in the basement, a lot of people think that scene was sweet and romantic but to me I think what Parrish was seeing was Death disguised as Lydia and her saying stay with me was bringing him closer to death and when she went to kiss him, it was The Kiss of Death and luckily Sheriff pulled him out
I think this is yet another example of a scene that can be viewed and interpreted in different ways. TW is good a that.
I can see how you reached that conclusion. It does fit. Personally I’m not so sure though. As a banshee Lydia is associated with death but she usually either screams to signal someone is about to die, or she is drawn to someone who has already died, finding the bodies. This time it wasn’t really Lydia, rather a hallucination so the rules might not apply. But we haven’t really had any examples of seeing “grim reapers” before in this series. In mythology I don’t think banshees are considered “collectors” just “warners” of death.
Parrish had just been clawed by someone using enhanced talons designed to draw the life out of him. If Lydia was taking him with her to death, wouldn’t she say “come with me” - when she said “stay with me” I took that to mean he should fight to live.
Parrish: They did something to me. I don’t know how to describe it other than it felt as if the life was being drawn out of me through them.
What we do have though are examples of people hallucinating people they trust, who “anchor” them. We saw it with Derek when he was shot by Kate and he had a dream sequence with Stiles
We have a mortally wounded Kira in Mexico who hallucinates her mom giving her advice on how to heal.
And now we have Parrish, someone who is supernatural but without a clue what he is or how to access it. He wasn’t healing and in his helplessness he sees Lydia who have spent weeks trying to help him figure things out, telling him to “come with me” - is it to death? Or back to life? Tethering him and making him hold on long enough for the sheriff to get there?
I don’t know. I just find that it fits a pattern we’ve seen previously.
Today would be your birthday and Luke would insist that you would stay in bed and him and the babies would pamper you all day. You were awoken with breakfast on a tray and a sloppy baby drool filled kiss on your cheek by baby Chase and a big hug and kiss from Alyssa. You would set Chase up next to Alyssa who was sitting next to you, in Luke’s normal spot as Luke placed your breakfast on your lap and a soft kiss to your lips. Alyssa would try to push Luke away from you because, “Daddy, Mommy needs to eat her breakfast.”
Later that day, you would be waking from a nap to find your previously crowded bed to be completely empty. You would walk down stairs to see Chase sitting in his high chair eating Cheerios and missing his mouth half the time, and Luke and Alyssa sitting at the table coloring pictures and writing on paper. You would stay unnoticed for a little while before Alyssa would ask daddy for a juice box and when she picked her head up from her pictures to see you standing against the wall “No Mommy! You can’t be out here! Go back to bed!” Luke would place her juice box in front of her on the table before walking to you, “Babe, Alyssa’s right. You should be in bed.” Smiling you would say how quiet it was and you just wanted to spend time with your little toddler. Luke would take Chase out of his high chair and hand him to you, Chase smiling and one hand feeling your face and grabbing at your nose.
Hours later, Chase had just woken from his late afternoon nap and Luke instantly took him from you and told you to get dressed. You put on a nice casual dress, just as Alyssa requested you wore. You walked down stairs to see bags sitting next to the couch in the living room and the dining room table set nicely. Coming out of the kitchen, Luke would have a nice black button down shirt on with skinny jeans, Alyssa would have a dress on, and baby Chase would have just a simple black onesie. Again, the three of them gave you hugs and kisses. Alyssa and Luke told you happy birthday again. Everyone sat at the table when Luke brought out the plates he already served out of your favorite dinner.
After dinner, you all moved to the living room. You talked for a little while about what they all did today before Alyssa got impatient, “Mommy, please open your birthday presents.” You opened your presents, finding the pictures that you saw Alyssa and Luke drawing earlier, you found new clothing and jewelry, and you also found artwork from Chase of finger painting and his hand prints and foot prints made into little pictures. You all sat in the living room as Alyssa told you about each of the pictures you got. Before you knew it, Chase was asleep in your arms and Alyssa was ready to fall asleep in Luke’s arms. You put the two of them to bed before meeting Luke back in your room to find a warm relaxing bath for the two of you to share together.
Today was the day! You were finally going to see your boyfriend after months and months of missing him and you couldn’t be more excited. You and Calum had been dating for almost a year. In fact, next week was your one year anniversary, which was the reason you were flying out to go and see him. You had been saving for the trip for about a month and even though Calum had offered to pay for your plane ticket you wanted to pay for it yourself instead. You had been completely packed since last week, but had repacked at least four times since. But now, it was three hours until your flight took off. The U.S part of their tour began in Las Vegas so that’s where you had decided you would meet him. You would then stay with him and the boys on tour for another two weeks before you flew back home. Calum wanted you to stay through the entire rest of the tour but due to different credits you needed at school you unfortunately couldn’t afford to stay any longer than two weeks. But that wasn’t going to stop you from seeing him completely. You were tired of only being able to hear his voice through static filled phone calls and see his face through your laptop screen. You wanted to feel his arms around you and hear him whisper in your ear how much he loves you. You missed him so much it hurt and you were ready to have him back again even if it was only for a short while.
The sound of a shrill car horn brought you back from your thoughts. Excitedly, you slung your duffel bag over your shoulder and hurried out the door to the awaiting taxi. Two hours later, you were seated on the airplane that would take you to Las Vegas, headphones in and ready to sit through the long flight, having opted to wear a comfy tee shirt and leggings for the trip, wanting to avoid discomfort on the plane ride. The chime of the seat belt sign went off signaling that the plane was about to start moving so quickly before you would lose a signal you texted Calum to let him know you were taking off.
Hey babe, just taking off. Be there soon! :)x
Nestling further back in your seat, you closed your eyes and let the rhythm of the music in your headphones take you away.
You were jolted awake by the sound of the captain’s voice.
“Good afternoon everyone and thank you for flying with us. On behalf of all the crew here we hope you have a fantastic stay in Las Vegas.”
Once the plane came to a complete stop and the seatbelt light was off, you gathered your belongings and made your way off the plane. You took a breath of fresh air as you exited and followed the signs to pick up your bags. Switching your phone back on, you saw that you had a text from Calum.
Do you want me to pick you up?
Looking around you saw that a small group of girls had begun to notice your presence. Being the girlfriend of a band member had its perks, but you never really liked all the attention. You knew that the moment Calum arrived here it would be mayhem, so you decided you would call for a taxi instead of subjecting both him and you to mobbing. Dialing the number to the yellow cab service, you requested that someone be here to pick you up and he said he would be here in fifteen minutes. Heading out to grab your bag, you noticed a small pack of girls trailing after you, some with their phones out and obviously taking pictures. You were just about to call Calum when you felt someone tap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a girl who looked to be about fifteen.
“You’re Y/N right?” “Uh, yeah I am.” You smiled at the girl. “Aren’t you Calum Hood’s girlfriend?” “I guess you could say that, yeah.” You chuckled. “Is he here?” “No, he’s busy with all the tour and album stuff you know.” “Is the album coming out soon?” “I keep telling him to kick it in high gear, but it’s not my decision. I know it’s going to be good though.” You told her. “I know it will be too” The girl beamed. “Can I, uh, maybe get a picture with you?” “Sure thing!” The girl snapped pulled out her phone and you leaned in, smiling as she snapped a picture. “Thank you so much! And uh, could you tell Calum I said hi and his music inspires me?” The girl looked down shyly. “Of course I will! I know he loves hearing about how much people love his music.” “Thank you!” You smiled at her before walking away and pulling your phone back out to call Calum. It rang four times before he answered, meaning he must be busy. “Y/N! Have you landed?” He sounded excited, which made you even more happy to see him.
“Yep, just landed and I’m at the airport!”
“Oh my God I cannot wait to see you. Can I come pick you up?”
“It’s okay, I called for a taxi and they’re supposed to be here any minute.”
“Babe! Why’d you do that? I thought I would pick you up!” You could practically hear his frown.
“Because there are already a bunch of fans here and I know you don’t have the energy to fight through a crowd right now.”
“But I miss you.”
“And I’ll be there in like twenty minutes babe, don’t worry! I’m a big girl.”
“Alright but you better hurry. We’re almost finished recording for the day which means we’ll have the rest of the day to spend time with each other.”
“Ugh I can’t wait to see you! But I have to hang up now, I see my bags on the belt.”
“Okay, I love you and I’ll see you soon.”
“I love you too Cal.” You hung up, grabbed your bag, and found the taxi you had been looking for.
The driver looked to be about forty. His hair was slicked back and fit the Vegas cab driver pretty much to a tee. His nametag read ‘Bernie’ and he looked like driving a cab was the last thing he wanted to do. “Where you goin’ hon?” He asked in a gruff voice. Where were you going? You had completely forgotten to ask Calum which hotel he was staying at. You tried to remember the arena he was playing thinking that maybe the driver could take you there and Calum could pick you up but you blanked on the name.
“Uh, what’s the name of the arena here.” “There are a lot of arenas here sweetheart, this is Vegas not Kansas.” Bernie spoke in an irritated tone. “Um, what about a recording studio.” You spoke shakily. “Well which one?” He rolled his eyes. “Uh, can you just take me to the closest one.” Maybe you would get lucky and it would be the same one. Or maybe Calum could pick you up at whichever one you were dropped at. “You got it.” Before you even had a chance to buckle in, the cab lurched forward and you and all of your belongings were thrown forward. “Could you please put your seatbelt on?” Bernie huffed. “Yeah sorry.” Your cheeks turned red as you scrambled to strap yourself and all your stuff in, which you were glad you did because the ride wasn’t the smoothest.
Ten minutes later, the cab pulled up to a dilapidated building with a plastic sign stuck in the dead grass reading “Lyncher Records”. You were sure this couldn’t be the place.
“Are you paying with cash or card? Bernie looked at you expectantly.
“Uh, cash I think, hang on.” You fumbled through your purse looking for your wallet.
“I don’t have all day hon.”
“I’m sorry, I’m looking, uh…” Your wallet wasn’t in your purse. How could it not be here? You had it in the airport, there’s no way you had lost it.
“Don’t tell me you’re broke.”
“I’m not broke, I just think I lost my wallet.”
“Get out.” He spoke bluntly.
“My boyfriend will be able to pay you when I see him, please can you take me to the next recording studio?”
“No money means no ride sweetcheeks, now get out of my cab.”
Sighing in defeat, you slung your bag over your shoulder and got out of Bernie’s cab before he sped away leaving you behind in his wake. You could feel tears come to your eyes as you realized that you were all alone in a really sketchy part of Las Vegas with no ride and no money. Pulling out your cell phone, you clicked on his contact to try and reach him for help.
“Call cannot be completed as dialed.” The monotone voice of the operator rang out. No service. Of course. Your last option was to go inside the rickety old recording studio and see if you could borrow a phone. Cautiously, you stepped up to the door and tried to turn the handle, but it was locked, so you precariously knocked on the door. Immediately it swung open and you were faced with a tall, muscular man with an unkempt beard and bloodshot eyes.
“Who are you?” His grizzly voice asked.
“Um, is Calum Hood here?” You tried to keep your voice strong, but this man made you uneasy.
“I’m the only one that lives here baby.” You cringed at the nickname.
“Wait, you live here? I thought this was a recording studio.” You were thoroughly confused that’s for sure.
“Honey, this stopped being a recording studio a long time ago. But if you’re looking to make some noise I’m sure I could be of service.” He looked you up and down and gave you a smirk and you began to back away from the door.
“N-no that’s okay, I was meeting my boyfriend at a recording studio and I guess I’m at the wrong one. Thanks, bye.” You turned around and took off down the dirt road in the direction that Bernie had gone, mentally cursing him for taking you to a “recording studio” that didn’t even exist anymore.
Finally, after about a half hour of walking you made it back to civilization, well if you could call it that. It was almost dark now, and it seemed you were in the shadier area of Vegas. Holding your head high, you continued through the city trying to ignore the awful noises coming from the dingy alleyways. All of a sudden you felt a presence behind you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw two figures that seemed to be following you, but at enough of a distance that they thought you wouldn’t notice. Terrified, you reached into your pocket to see if you had enough bars on your phone to call Calum and have him come to your rescue. Switching it on, you saw that you had nine new texts and six missed calls all from Calum.
Babe, it’s almost 7, where r u? I thought you said your plane had landed??? babe c’mon i miss you!!!! seriously y/n you’re scaring me where are you? please tell me you’re okay baby please respond y/n??????? I swear to god if you’re hurt… i’m coming to the airport to find you.
At least he was looking for you, but in a city this big it was unlikely that he would ever find you unless you called him. Since those texts had come in, it was clear your phone was finally able to call him. The men behind you lingered on, and you were praying that it was just a coincidence. If they tried something it was unlikely you would be able to fight off both of them at once and equally unlikely that Calum would get here in time.
The phone buzzed in your ear as you waited for Calum to pick up.
“Y/N oh my god! Are you okay? Where have you been! We’ve looked everywhere where are you?” His voice was filled with panic.
“I’m sorry Cal, I wasn’t sure where to meet you and so I told the cab driver to take me to the nearest recording studio but I lost my wallet and so he left me at this awful place and I didn’t have service and I had to walk all the way here and it’s getting dark and there are really creepy men behind me and I think they might be following me and I don’t know where I am and…”
He cut you off. “Okay tell me what you’re next to, I’m coming to get you.” His voice was calmer now, but had a firm edge to it that calmed you a little as well.
“Um, I see a bar on the left, and…I think it’s a strip club on the right.” You tried to remain composure while you were on the phone with him, but the presence of the men behind you was flipping you out and you just wanted Calum here.
“Darling, I need you to be a little more specific.”
“It’s Al’s Bar to my left and…”
“Okay I know right where you are. The tour bus drove through there last night. Stay right where you are okay baby?” HIs voice sounded through the phone.
“Cal, what about the men following me?” You whispered so they wouldn’t hear and you heard Calum take a sharp breath.
“Baby listen to me, I want you to keep walking forward okay? But cross the street and speed up a little and see if they follow you. Stay calm baby, you’re so brave and you’re going to be okay. I’ll be there soon okay.” His voice was soothing and you immediately did as he told you, looking both ways and briskly crossing over to the other side of the sidewalk.
“Calum will you please stay on the line with me? I just…I need to hear your voice right now.” You choked out.
“Of course baby, just keep walking forward and I’ll be there soon.”
Suddenly, you heard a loud whistle come from close behind you.
“Hey baby, no need to run away. Does the kitten wanna come over and play?”
You whipped your head around and saw that the two men had crossed the street and were now only about ten feet away from you.
“I don’t have any money and my boyfriend will be here soon. Leave me alone.” You told them in a firm voice and you could hear Calum beginning to panic on the other line.
“Aw don’t be like that baby. We just want to have some fun.” The other man slurred. Clearly they were drunk, but a few other men had joined them making you even more uneasy.
“Don’t come near me.” You spat, trying to appear strong.
“I’m almost there baby, just a little longer. Run if you need to okay?” Calum’s voice whispered.
“Don’t be a bitch.” The men spat as they advanced towards you.
“Baby, run!” Calum yelled, as he was able to hear the commotion. Immediately you turn tail and ran down the street, forward so that Calum would be able to find you. “I’m almost there, oh my god please be safe, I’m almost there.”
You ran as fast as you could, but your bag on your back was slowing you down tremendously. You could hear sound of the men running and shouting obscenities at you. Luckily most of them were intoxicated, but you could feel them gaining. You didn’t think you had ever been so terrified in your life, but you did as Calum told you and ran forward, praying that he would get here soon, but the click on the other end of the line made your heart sink. The call had disconnected.
“Aye, kitten wait up!” The men shouted behind you. You craned your neck to look behind you and saw that luckily only the one guy was sprinting after you and that the rest were far behind, much too drunk to run.
Up ahead you could see there was a dead end and you panicked. If you weren’t running forward, how would Calum find you? Hoping for the best, you made a hard turn at the next intersection. Rounding the corner blindly, you ran smack into a hard chest. Arms reached out to steady you, and when you caught your breath and looked up you were met with a pair of warm, chocolate eyes.
“Calum!” You cried, throwing your arms around his neck. His strong arms encompassed your whole body and pulled you impossibly close to him.
“You’re safe now baby, I’m here it’s okay.”
“I-Is that man still chasing me.” You stuttered.
“No, he’s gone baby. He saw your big strong boyfriend and figured he shouldn’t fuck with me. Or you.” He teased.
“Okay good. How did you find me?”
“I had to retrace some steps, but I knew where the bar was and I was already almost here. You should’ve just let me pick you up.” He furrowed his eyebrows together, giving you an ‘I told you so’ look.
“Alright, alright you were right. But just this once.” You chuckled and Calum kissed the top of your head.
“Let’s get you to the car, okay?” Calum grabbed your bag from your shoulders, heaving it onto his own and kept his arm around your waist, holding you close. He helped you inside the black SUV that he had driven to come a find you before buckling himself in and driving away from the nightmare you were in mere moments before.
“I was so worried about you. All alone in sin city, my poor little girl.” He confessed.
“You sounded pretty calm over the phone. Honestly, it made me calm too. You’re my rock Cal.” You leaned over and kissed his shoulder that was exposed under the tank top he was wearing.
“I’ll always protect you baby girl. I love you so much and whenever you need me I will be here for you. I love you so much and I would die if anything happened to you.”
“I love you Calum.”
“I love you more.”
As the light turned red, he leaned over and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips. “I’ve missed those lips. We’ve got a long night ahead of us babe.” He winked at you and you playfully shoved his arm before entwining your fingers with his and kissing his hand. “This is going to be an amazing week.”
Baruch was still at Shizuo’s house, but he really wanted to get out of the house and do something! So he’d asked Shizuo if they could go on a walk. Of course, he insisted on holding the man’s hand as they walked, staying close to him. He still wasn’t familiar with Tokyo, only having been there twice. But he was happy to be on a walk with his friend! Giraffe sheep was left at the man’s home because Baruch couldn’t risk losing him.
I'm 15 and a virgin I have this boyfriend who keeps hinting to me he wants to have sex I think about it and swear I'm ready but when it's about to happen or we make plans for it I get extremely nervous and back out. Will I always feel like this? Because i keep telling myself if i were ready I wouldn't be so nervous with him