by: mldrgrl Rating: R (language) Summary: The return of Hanella.
The Sunday evening train from Old Greenwich to Grand Central was light on passengers. Though they weren’t alone, Stella counted four other people in their car when they boarded. Hank shoved their suitcases up onto the overhead rack and then stretched out next to her with his feet on the backwards-facing seat in front of them. After the conductor punched their tickets and moved to the rear of the car, Hank angled himself towards Stella and slid his hand under her dress to cup her knee.
“You ever fucked anyone on a train before?” he asked.
“No, I haven’t,” she answered.
“You wanna?” His hand crept a little higher up to the inside of her thigh.
Hank grinned and rubbed her thigh with his thumb as he pressed his lips to the side of her neck. He nuzzled her softly until they reached the next stop and then he pulled away.
(A chance meeting with a stranger at a bar helps
you recover from a bad breakup.)
Warnings: 11000+ words of mostly sex stuff. Bad ex boyfriends. People doing inadvisable
things. Listen up kids: in real life you
should be more cautious about who you let take naked pictures of you! Lots and
lots of sex. If you’ve read my stuff
before, you know the drill.
You thought it would be fun to work in sales
after you graduated from university; you would travel around the country,
meeting new people, holding meetings in fancy high rise office buildings in big
cities, wining and dining clients at gourmet restaurants while you closed deals
and made boatloads of money. The reality was that you were selling
industrial wastewater management systems, making a moderate income, while
traveling four days a week to factories and chemical refineries in some of the
least glamorous locations on earth. You didn’t mind the work itself, but
the evenings alone in small town hotel rooms were dull and disheartening, so
you would frequently head out to a local movie theater or neighborhood bar to
distract yourself from the loneliness on the road.
It was pouring down rain outside and you decide
to run to the closest place you could find to grab a drink, rather than risk
driving around and getting lost. That’s how you found yourself sitting
alone at the bar of the Applebee’s restaurant that was adjacent to your hotel,
sipping on something called a Blue Hawaiian, in a town you couldn’t even
remember the name of.
Unruly children sat with their families having
dinner in the nearby booths, while innocuously bland pop songs played overhead.
You took one sip of the cloyingly sweet blue cocktail in front of you and
immediately regretted your decision to come here tonight. Given the lousy week
you had experienced, you would have been better off drinking cheap whiskey at a
dive bar filled with unapologetic alcoholics. Here, the family friendly
atmosphere mixed with the empty promises of a fruity cocktail that was designed
to trick you into thinking you were on a tropical island vacation instead of in
your real life. Your real crappy life.
You had totally blown the sale today. The
clients had a million questions about the technical specifications of the
products you were trying to sell, but you kept tripping over your words and
making yourself sound like an idiot. You blamed your poor work
performance on lack of sleep. And you blamed the lack of sleep on your
boyfriend, David. Actually, he was your ex-boyfriend now. After
more than a year together, you dumped him for cheating on you.
He claimed he was faithful, but you were certain
he was lying. He never picked up his phone when you called him from out
on the road. He would eventually call you back, but his stories about
where he was and what he was doing always sounded a little off. The final
blow came when your friend Stephanie told you she saw him going into a movie
theater with another girl. David claimed Stephanie was mistaken and that
you were just paranoid and jealous for no reason. You wanted to believe
him, but deep down you were sure that Stephanie was right. All the
unresolved questions you had about what David was doing while you were working
could easily be answered if he had been cheating on you. David cried when
you told him it was over, he begged you to reconsider, but you were resolute
and just walked away.
That had been a week ago, and every day since
then, you questioned whether or not you made the right decision. You had
no hard proof that he had been unfaithful. Sure, Stephanie said she saw
him, but she only saw from a distance. Maybe she was mistaken.
Maybe it was just someone who looked like David.
“This is my favorite new coffee shop,” Hermione said, the bell over the door chiming softly as they stepped into the bright, high-ceilinged shop. “Go sit down,” Hermione pointed to an empty table near the counter, “I’ll order for you. I promise you’ll love it.”
Harry made his way over to the table and slid into a seat. It was the only empty table in the busy store, through everyone seated already had their drinks so of the two baristas only one was actually working, a young woman with her short black hair cut into a blunt bob.
The other employee was bent over a newspaper, folded in half at the crossword. He was tall and lean with impossibly white blond hair that would fall over his eyes whenever he bent over to fill in an answer. He rolled a blue pen in his long fingers, his brow creasing faintly in thought. Harry watched spellbound as the gorgeous blond tapped the pen on his mouth and then bit the end absentmindedly, his eye teeth sinking into the plastic.
Harry started and flushed, “Y-yeah?”
Hermione followed where Harry had been looking and grinned, “He’s cute.”
Harry groaned, “Please, no, ‘Mione.”
She rolled her eyes, “You’re no fun.” She dug around in her massive shoulder bag and pulled out a book, settling back in her chair and opening it to her place, “Don’t mind me.” she shooed at him with one hand, her eyes already glued to her book, “Go back to your staring.”
Harry felt himself flush, but despite his embarrassment, found his eyes pinned on the blond again. He had paused from chewing on the pen to press his lips together into a thin line and slowly relax them, tracing the shape of his bottom lip with the end of the pen.
The blond looked over at the black haired girl, “Hey, Pansy, what’s a ten letter word for 'smitten’?”
Pansy had her back to him, finishing their drinks, and shrugged dismissively.
“You’re absolutely no help whatsoever,” he retorted with airy dismay.
“Says the one doing the crossword instead of working,” Pansy muttered just loud enough to carry.
Harry bit his bottom lip and impulsively blurted out, “Captivated.”
Harry didn’t think the blond could be any more attractive until he looked over at Harry with the most amazing pale grey-blue eyes, framed by pale lashes only a little darker than his hair.
Harry swallowed hard, “A ten letter word for smitten, captivated.”
“Hmm…” the blond looked down at the paper and shook his head, “No. The 'ed’ at the end is right through,” he leaned over on the counter, “any other ideas?”
“Fascinated?” Harry said, his mind already winging ahead for other words that might fit, his hand under the table counting out letters of words.
The blond glanced down and then back up, a smirking smile on his mouth, “Nope.”
“How about….” Harry’s brow furrowed and he chewed his bottom lip, “…Infatuated?”
He glanced down and smiled triumphantly, “That’s it!” the pen scratched across the newspaper filling in the missing word.
Pansy bumped the blond with her hip and pushed two cups into his hands, “Be useful Draco,” she nodded at their table.
“Your name is Draco?” Harry asked as the blond walked around the counter carrying the two cups.
Draco nodded with a grimace, “Constellation names are somewhat of a tradition in my family.”
“Um, I’m Harry,” Harry said hurriedly as Draco slid the cups onto the table.
“Nice to meet you, Harry,” Draco smiled.
Hermione pulled out her phone, which absolutely hadn’t gone off, and said, “Well, would you look at that, it’s Ron. Sorry, Harry, I have to get going. Wouldn’t want to keep my boyfriend waiting.” She pulled her bag over her shoulder and put her book away in one smooth movement. She was was out the door before Harry could say a word.
He finally managed a groan and glanced over at Draco, his cheek feeling hot.
Draco was looking faintly flushed himself, “Well. That wasn’t subtle at all.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Harry agreed.
Draco went back to the counter leaning over and grabbing his crossword and pen. “I’m going on break, Pansy.”
“You’re an arsehole, Draco Malfoy,” Pansy retorted without looking up.
Draco came back to Harry’s table, “Is this seat taken?” he asked.
“No, not at all,” Harry said.
Draco sat down across from him, sitting the crossword down in front of himself and helping himself to Hermione’s abandoned latte, “A ten letter word for hopeful starting with P.” He tapped his mouth with the pen and then carefully wrote in, “P-e-r-s-u-a-s-i-v-e.”
“You do a lot of crosswords?” Harry asked.
“There’s a lot of downtime working here,” Draco said, one side of his mouth quirking up in a smile. He barely glanced down at the paper and said, “I need a four letter word for dinner and a movie.”
“A date?” Harry said after a half a seconds thought.
“I’d love to,” Draco said.
Harry let out a startled laugh.
“Too cheesy?” Draco asked.
Harry shook his head with a grin, “How about tomorrow?”
A/N: Oh my god you guys!! I have so much to discuss but first and foremost I want to thank all of you for making this story into what it is. I started this story two weeks ago and in those two weeks I’ve gained almost 2000 followers and have had success that I never even dreamed of. Thank you so much for all that you’ve done for me, for this story, and hopefully for stories I write in the future!!! Skyline wouldn’t be what it is today without you guys. Secondly, there will be a pt. 7!!! I know I keep saying this, but I really did mean for this to be the last part. It’s just that there are so many things I want to include and plot points I want to flesh out, and although I feel bad for writing angst chapter after angst chapter, I want to give you guys my all and I don’t want to short change you. Finally, I would like to thank my friends Zoe and Jen for helping me brainstorm ideas and helping finalize details and plot points. I love you guys so so much!! Also, everyone, again, I DO NOT HAVE A TAGS LIST!!! I put this at the beginning of every chapter, it’s in my bio, and I’ve made multiple posts but people keep spamming me about it. I am truly not trying to be mean, but I do my best to respond to every ask and message I get, and having to sort through a million people asking the same question is hard guys!!!. Before, I go, one last thing: because everyone has sent me in songs that they listen to that remind them of Skyline, I compiled them into a playlist along with ones I listen to!! Please give it a listen and try to listen in order, as the songs follow the storyline. Link is below. Enjoy everyone!!
Waking up the next morning was hard. Sleep was like temporary amnesia, and when
you awoke alone in bed, your hand automatically reached out for the note that
Spider-Man always left before he disappeared every night. Instead of feeling the usual smooth sheet of
paper, however, you felt empty sheets that seemed colder than ever before. It was then that the events of the previous
night tumbled into your head, from your request to know Spider-Man’s identity,
to him saying I love you for the first time, to you giving him up.
You groaned and rubbed your hand across your face,
fatigue taking over. More than anything,
you wanted to fake an illness, stay in bed all day, and wallow in your
thoughts, but you knew you had to get up.
Although the breakup hurt you (did it count as a breakup if you were
never really together in the first place?), you knew you made the right
choice. There was no way a relationship
with a superhero would work out if the significant other didn’t know who they
were; if you were to fall in love, you would need to be able to fall
It’s been a long, exhausting day. Between the flight, check-in, the press junket, the photo ops, all Eric wants is to get a little bit drunk with the guys, grab some dinner, and fool around in Jack’s hotel room. Hopefully in that order, but he’s open to fooling around whenever.
He must have a dopey smile on his face thinking about the debauchery he’s been looking forward to all week when he realizes someone is watching him from across the bar.
Tall, nice hair, professional, and he’s looking at Eric, no, at the empty chair next to him. And he’s walking over.
As a teenager you’d been best friends with Sam Winchester, particularly since your mother and his father hunted together whenever they felt they needed backup. But then you’d moved country, and all interactions with the Winchesters were of the non-physical kind. So when they call on you for backup, you jump at the chance to see your best friend again, not to mention see his big brother, on who you’d had a mild crush on. The hunt goes well, the rest of the evening, however, doesn’t exactly go your way.
Pairing: Alpha!DeanxOmega!Reader Words: 3963 Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Smut. AN: This was an Anon Request! I’m quite pleased with this one, and kinda tempted to write a sequel… let me know what you think of that idea!!! Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!
Your phone started ringing for the third time in a
row, and you couldn’t suppress your exasperated groan as you tugged a
sweatshirt over your wet hair and damp skin. Snatching it up off the scuff-marked
plastic table you chanced a quick glance at the caller ID before answering.
“You better have a damn good reason for disturbing
my day off, Winchester,” you teased, tucking the mobile between your shoulder
and ear so you could return to the damp towel you’d tossed onto the bed and set
about drying your hair more thoroughly. The bastard knew you were taking
a day to pamper yourself, yet still decided to drive you mad with your own
ringtone. How very rude of him.
On the end of the line, Sam just chuckled, and you
could just picture him shaking his head slightly in amusement.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughed, but you could
detect genuine regret in his voice. “It’s just that I know you’re nearby, and
me and Dean could use an extra pair of hands on this one. Dean will hate me
when he finds out I rang… he doesn’t like thinking there are more Vamps than we
can handle,” he said. A faint scraping sound in the background suggested that
he’d just taken a seat, too.
As you once again dropped the towel onto your bed
in favour of your hairbrush, you let out an amused titter. “Certainly sounds
like Dean,” you mused, “sounds like he’s well on his way to becoming one of
those stereotypical stubborn Alphas you get on TV.”
Once again, you heard the distinctive rumble of Sam
laughing. That was when a thought hit you, and your face lit up in a smile so
broad that your cheeks actually hurt.
“Hold up… does-does that mean I actually get to see
you guys? And I mean see you, not just skype or a screen-shared movie?”
You couldn’t help but stare at the man sitting in front of you as he flipped a page of the book he was reading. You had your own book in front of your face to make your staring less obvious. How he could not feel your eyes making holes in his gorgeous head was beyond your understanding.
Loki raised his head as his brother entered the room looking for him. He raised one of his eyebrows in question. Oh God! The things this man did to you.
“Tony, the Man of Iron, is looking for you. He is in his lab.” Thor said in his thundering voice.
Loki sighed but did indeed get up to leave. You frowned. You were looking forward to spend quite some time with Loki which mostly involved you staring at him like a creepy stalker but you would take whatever you could get at this point.
Loki’s seat was now taken by Thor who was intently staring at you. The way he was staring freaked you out.
“Thor? Is something wrong?”
Thor tilted his head a little and squinted his eyes.
“You have feelings for Loki.”
Your eyes widened.
“Wha..what? No. No. No way. I mean..” you laughed nervously “ why would you think that?”
Amazing job, (Y/N). If he had any doubts before they would have simply vanished by now. Seeing the look on the blond God’s face, you mentally groaned.
“You were staring.” He simply stated. “You always are.”
You tried to hide your embarrassingly red face in between the pages of your book.
“Its that obvious?” you questioned already knowing the answer.
He smiled at you.
“I know everyone thinks he is evil considering he did destroy half of New York but the Loki I have been around isn’t like that. He is sweet. He makes me laugh. Whenever I am around him, its like nothing can go wrong. And he reads. Now, how often do you find a guy like that?” You rambled.
“So you love him!’’ He shouted.
“No! I like him!” You liked Loki. Definitely. But love still had a long way to go.
Your declaration was met with a confused Thor.
“There’s a difference. In our world, it’s called a crush.”
“A crush? Why a crush?”
“Well, I suppose if the other person doesn’t like you back….your — uh, heart gets crushed..?” You shrugged.
“That is just depressing.”
Don’t I know it.
“You should tell him, (Y/N).”
You opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by someone entering the room.
“Tell what to whom?” Loki questioned.
“I was telling (Y/N) to declare her feelings to the man she likes.” You stared open mouthed at Thor and missed Loki’s glance towards you.
“Right now I declare that I want to kill someone.” You said while glaring at the man sitting in front of you.
Thor ignored your statement and got up to leave. “Oh, and Loki. Please stop crushing her. “
You dropped your head in your hands hoping the sofa you sat on would just swallow you out of existence.
Loki sat beside you and on not getting any response from you , he nudged you.
“I am highly embarrassed right now so, we would have to talk like this. That is, if you want to talk.”
“Of course I want to. Spending time with you is my only highlight of the day.”
You could swear that your heart stopped.
You looked up at him.
“So, who is the man who has your heart?” he questioned.
“Someone I know my friends would not approve of. But with him around everything is just better, you know? He makes me feel special.”
Loki looked away from you.
“I don’t think he feels the same about me.”
He gave you half a smile and said, “Well, you are special. And he would be a fool not to feel the same way, not to cherish you.”
You were pretty sure that your heart would pop out of your chest any moment now. Well, then you could give your heart to Loki, literally.
You took a deep breath.
It was now or never.
“It’s you.” You couldn’t bring yourself to even look at him. Oh, the irony.
“Considering you are someone who reads a lot, you are kinda dumb.” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, you.”
Your throat went dry and your eyes burned. You felt like crying. At least he could say something. But even without words you had got your answer.
“I think I have embarrassed myself enough today”, you swallowed the lump in your throat,” so I am gonna go.”
“Stay. Please.” He took your hands in his and met your eyes with his own.
“I..uh, I never thought I could find someone for me. Everything I ever wanted was given to Thor because he was the worthy one. I did not believe that. You have helped since the day I have come here. You would choose to spend more time with me than Thor. It was the first time anyone chose me over my brother. But this time I do believe that I am not worthy of you. I am not worthy of your love, (Y/N).”
“Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?” you asked.
You brought your face closer to his and brushed your lips against his giving him a chance to pull away.
He did not.
You kissed him and he responded before you two pulled away to breathe.