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vickypoochoices · 5 years

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Christmas Countdown part 4.

Days 11-15.

[MASTERLIST.]

Day 16.

“ZIG! Coffee! Pleaseeeeee. I'll get on my knees and beg!” She flopped half way over the empty counter melodramatically, barely flinching as her cheek squished against the cool surface

It was barely 7am and she'd fled the apartment in a sleep deprived haze, having grown fed up with laying awake, staring at the ceiling and praying she'd finally succumb to the exhaustion. She'd drained her phone battery listening to every single piece of white noise ever created and calming lullabies that had the opposite affect when they failed to do the job in hand, instead pulling her from her bed in a rage.

“Uhh hey, can I help?” She sprang upright at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, eyes scrunching closed. It's okay, don't panic. When you open your eyes you'll see Zig, not some strange barista.

Peeling open just the one eye initially, she felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks as an unknown barista gawked back at her incredulously.

Clearing her throat, she desperately tried to compose herself. And then a hearty chuckle gained her attention, exaggerated clapping following.

“Oh Trev, that was gold! Thanks for covering man.” Zig joined them, face filled with glee.

As the other barista walked out to the back, she rounded on Zig, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

“Just what the hell was that shit Ortega?” She demanded.

Zig offered his trademark smirk over his shoulder, as he busied himself with a machine.

“That? Well I was just outside having a smoke before the big morning rush hits, and then you decided to make my entire morning with that little episode.”

“I hate you.” She mumbled, resuming her position sprawled out on the counter, this time bumping her head against the cool surface a few times for good measure.

“Aww don't be like that. You can't stay mad at me, I made your favourite.”

“We'll see about that.” She scoffed, sitting up straight and reaching for her drink.

“I've made you the same drink every morning for the last year…”

She scowled at him, before taking a tentative sip of scalding coffee. She felt a warm rush overcome her whole body as she struggled to keep her face impassive.

“This is...Eurgh I can't lie, this is glorious Zig.” She relented, suppressing a shudder as she took another sip, her body overjoyed at the caffeine consumption.

He grinned at her reaction, head nodding, her response entirely as he had expected.

“Hard night or tough morning?”

“Yes. Tick. All of the above.” She slumped forward, words muffled against the counter.

A sharp ding rang out from the doorway, a cold breeze sweeping in, prompting her to huddle closer to the steaming cup in hand. Zig let out a barely there sigh as a small group of people edged closer to him.

“Looks like I'm needed. I hope you get some sleep. Or figure out whatever's eating you. Or...well you never really said what was wrong. Just...Keep swimming?”

She felt herself thaw a little bit, a giggle managing to slip out.

“You are such a dork. Thanks Zig. I'll just swim home now.”

She quietly collected herself, slipping past the small line of people that had already started to form.

As she reached for the handle of the door, her attention caught sight of the shop window. The bottom half of it was lined with paper, the same words repeated on each piece. She must have been more desperate for coffee than she realised before if she walked past this without even noticing. She felt herself gravitate towards the posters, feeling overwhelmed with the sudden knowledge that this was for her.

Day Sixteen - I am in love with a memory. I am in love with a future. I am in love with possibility. I am in love with you x.

Her vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought to keep them at bay. Reading over the words again and again, she tried desperately to memorize them, wanting to think back on them when she was in a better frame of mind.

Realising she was a partial obstruction in the doorway, she pulled herself together and out into the bitterly cold winter morning.

She shuffled along the pathway home, repeating the words constantly, until she came to a halt in front of a street light. Plastered around the base of the light was a copy of the poster, same words sprawled over the paper.

Looking up and into the distance of her route home, her eyes focused, and she counted four street lights and two information signs, the same poster clearly visible even from where she stood. He'd had a busy morning!

Continuing on at a steady pace, she reached the large statue that stood in the middle of campus, her mouth gaping open at the sight in front of her. It was covered head to toe in posters. How was that even possible? How on Earth did he make it all the way to the top? And is that James?!

He was stood, gloved fingertips smoothly running over the words, adoration etched on his face, oblivious to her presence.

“Looks like someone's got it bad.” Her voice was soft and low, yet James still stumbled backwards, clearly startled.

“So that's what a heart attack feels like. I always did wonder.” He exhaled loudly, tightly clutching on to his chest.

She raised an eyebrow in his direction. “If that's what you spend your time thinking about then I have to say, I'm a little concerned about you.”

He let out a low rumble, his broad smile proving to be infectious as she broke out into a grin of her own.

Taking a step closer, his eyes glossed over as he took the words in once more. Watching him intensely, she noticed his eyes shift awkwardly from the statue back to her.

Tugging on the scarf tightly wound around his neck, recognition finally set in. He was nervous. Had she just caught him admiring his own handy work?

Day 17.

“Can you even be in love with someone without knowing who they are? This guy could show up on Christmas day, have two heads, no teeth, a few extra limbs, and I’d still want to marry him!” Zack swooned.

“Oh God, well what if that does happen and I can’t find it in me to love him? Does that make me a terrible person?”

“The guy went all Spiderman and scaled a huge statue for you. He could have died for you! Are you really telling me you’ll turn him down after that?” Zack pointed a finger angrily in her direction.

“Zack you need to chill! We said we were having a crisis chat, let’s do this.” Kaitlyn said, standing in the middle of them both.

They both grumbled in response, heads reluctantly nodding.

“Now then, I may have got a bit carried away, but I’ve actually been working on this for a few days…” Kaitlyn continued, as she fumbled around the back of the sofa.

“Is that a binder? And are those highlighters?”

Kaitlyn clutched the binder tight to her chest, back turned to them as a touch of pink splashed her cheeks.

“You don’t have post it notes in there do you?” Zack queried, attempting to peer into the binder.

“Errr no?”

“You sure about that? You don’t sound it.”

“Okay you two, this isn’t helping, let’s move on.”

“Fine. But I’m adding you to the suspect list.” Zack retorted, eyes narrowed at Kaitlyn.

“Come on then. Where do we start with this? Tell us what you’ve got Kaitlyn.”

“I think we can narrow this down to three people. Chris, James and Zig.”

“And Kaitlyn. And Edgar.”

“No to both of those.” Kaitlyn worked hard to not give Zack the reaction she knew he craved.

“I agree.” She replied, before Zack could start up another argument.

“Fine. Be boring. Okay so Chris, James and Zig it is. Everyone knows you and Chris were together that first year.”

“We weren’t ever official and it wasn’t the whole year!”

“Well maybe that’s it! What if Chris always wanted it to be official and never wanted to break it off?”

“I hate to agree with Zack, but he’s basically just covered my Chris theory.” Kaitlyn added, ignoring Zack’s attempts at a fist bump.

“Hmm. Okay, who’s next?”

“Next we have my personal front runner, James. He’s always had a thing for you. He stepped back when you were with Chris, maybe he was waiting for the right moment? And do I even need to bring up the fake fiancee plot twist? I bet he secretly wishes it had all been real.” Kaitlyn chatted animatedly, pausing a few times to point out notes she’d made, and even a sketch of an obnoxiously large diamond ring.

“So that just leaves Zig.”

“Ahh Zigmund. Zig Zag. The Ziggster. Zig-azig-ahh.”

She raised her eyebrows at Kaitlyn, perplexed.

“Sorry, got a bit carried away there. Zig is a dark horse. Quiet, brooding type on the outside, but I reckon if we were to knock him out and crack him open he’d be all sweetness and light inside.”

“You couldn’t have just said he was a total babe?” Zack’s face screwed up in disgust.

“Well sure but he’s so much more. So here’s the thing, you and Zig were having a bit of fun before all that drama at my gig right? I know you’ve made up, but you never kissed and made up. What if Zig is harbouring strong feelings for you?”

“Okay.”

“Okay? That’s all you’ve got? This took me hours, there’s still so much more we could go over.” Kaitlyn whined.

“Who do you think it is?” She blinked, cutting to the chase.

“I told you, my money is on James. Aside from all the reasons I already gave you, these are big romantic gestures, someone’s gone to a lot of trouble to make this perfect. Strikes me as the kind of thing James would be good at.”

“And I think it’s Chris. I remember how he used to look at you, and come to think of it, I’m certain he still does. Plus, he’s definitely up to something, that guy has been glued to his phone recently.” Zack added, nudging her gently in the side.

“Looks like I’m Team Zig then.” She smirked, teasing them both with a wink.

Zack sprang to his feet and rushed towards the door as a loud knock sounded out.

“Can I change my vote? I’m with Kaitlyn, because this right here is screaming out James’s name.”

He carefully retraced his steps, handing over a large glass candle, a bottle of bubble bath and a box of pretty bath bombs, trusty post it note stuck to the side.

Day Seventeen - The time to relax is when you don’t have time for it x.

“Yep. That is so James.” Kaitlyn muttered, as she read the note over her shoulder.

Days 18-19.

Tagging: @zigortega4life @emerald-bijou @krsnlove @darley1101 @syltti78 @mrsdrakewalkerblog @jared2612

#choices: stories you play #play choices #christmas fanfiction #fanfic #zig ortega #chris powell #james ashton #the freshman

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 6 years

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Tony stark smut 9 and 17 pleaseeeeee

Thank you for this request, it was sooooo much fun to write. Sorry it’s taken so long, I’ve had a major case of writers block… anyway, hope you like it!

Prompts: Are you… are you a virgin?/Scream my fucking name

Warnings: virgin reader, oral, fingering, sex, swearing, 18+ readers

Never have guessed…

Tony sat on his sofa, his arms stretched out over the back as he (for the first time in a while) watched what he wanted in peace. It didn’t happen often, never actually but tonight it was different. Steve, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, Natasha and Clint were on a mission. Bruce was in the lab (as always), Thor was off being King, Vision was being Vision, Rhodey was off doing his thing and Peter was off doing whatever kids did and then there was you.

You were out on yet another date with some dick bag that didn’t deserve your time. He hated seeing you leave with an excited smile on your beautiful face, only to return a few hours later frowning or even crying because they were a jerk. The guys you always picked were so wrong for you.

“Ugh!” your black clutch suddenly flew across the air and crashed into the TV on the wall before falling to the floor in front of the fireplace. “Mother fucking, asshole, bitch!” You stormed over to the bar and grabbed yourself two glasses and Tony’s expensive scotch before walking over to where Tony sat, slumping down next to him.

“Bad date?” Tony asked taking the scotch from your hands and began pouring you both a drink.

You sighed shaking your head. “How’d you know I was on a date?” you asked leaning forwards to take the drink.

“You’re wearing your black dress that you always wear when you go on first date.” he shrugged as he picked his up and sat back.

Tony didn’t see you smile to yourself as you took a sip of your scotch. “What happened?” he asked glancing to you.

You shook your head sighing. “Nothing. It’s stupid.” you frowned slightly.

Tony frowned as he reached out with his right arm over the the back of the sofa. “Stupid? Nah, not to do with you.” he gave you a soft smile.

There was a moments silence before you sighed again turning to look at Tony, bringing your legs underneath you as you kicked your heels off. “Tony, can I ask you something?” you bit your lip.

Tony nodded looking to you. “Sure.”

You sighed looking down to your glass. “If, we were to go on a date and… you know, we liked each other and… what have you. Would you think I was, a slut, if I said I… wanted to sleep with you?” you bit your lip blushing as you looked up to him.

Tony shook his head frowning. “No, but then again I am a slut so-” he shrugged, grinning again when you laughed at him.

“Okay, fair-point.” you giggled. “What if, I told you, you’d be my first?” you chewed on your bottom lip. “Would you freak out on me and then burst out laughing?”

Tony stared at you not saying a word. Were you serious? He’d known you for quite a while now and that was the last thing he thought when he looked at you. You were the Queen of innuendos and naughty one liners rendering most of Earth’s mightiest speechless.

“Are you… are you a virgin?” the words just fell out of his mouth.

You rolled your eyes before nodding with a sigh. “Yes, Tony, I am.”

“Shit.” Tony sighed deeply before knocking back all of his scotch. He let out a short chuckle making you glare at him. “Sorry, just… fuck.” he fell back covering his face with his hands.

“Thanks, Tony.” you pattered his knee before untangling your legs and standing.

“Wait-” Tony sat up grabbing a hold of your waist as you bent over to grab your heels. You squealed as you fell back onto the sofa, almost on Tony.

He chuckled as he moved so the two of you were looking at each other. “I’m sorry, for acting all… goofy.” he brushed his fingers against forehead, pushing your Y/H/C hair back.

You shook your head as you placed your hand on Tony’s chest. “It’s fine. You actually reacted better than I thought.” you smiled softly at him.

“Well… I’m not a complete jerk.” he smiled.

You frowned shaking your head, brushing your thumb over his chin. “You’re not a jerk, Tony.” you smiled. “You’re actually, quite charming.” you bit back your grin.

Tony chuckled looking down. “Well, you’re actually quite sexy…” he smiled before learning closer to you. “Who am I kidding… you’re fucking beautiful and all I can think about is you being a virgin.” he brushed his lips against your ear.

“Ugh, Tony, I thought you wouldn’t-”

Before you could finish, Tony cupped your face in his hands before crashing his lips against yours. You moaned at the feeling of Tony’s lips. Tony took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hands fisted at his shirt, pulling yourself closer to him as Tony moved his hands down your neck and back.

“Fuck, Y/N-”

“Please.” you whimpered against his lips.

Tony pressed his lips to yours again as he moved his left hand down to squeeze your backside. “Tell me what you want, baby.” Tony pulled back to look at you, clipping your face with his other hand.

“You. I want you, Tony.” you moaned as you slid your hands up his chest, grinding on Tony’s thigh.

“Fuck!” Tony moaned.

He dropped his face to your neck. He kissed his way up from your collar bone to your jaw. Tony’s hands moved down your shoulders, pushing the straps of your dress off. You fiddled with the hem of his typical AC/DC t-shirt, slowly lifting it up as Tony began unzipping the back of your dress. Tony pulled back from you so he could pull his t-shirt off over his head. You bit your lip as your eyes roamed his over his chest, lingering on his arc reactor.

Tony frowned glancing down. “I’m sorry.” he sighed sitting back into the sofa. “An old, broken man probably isn’t who you saw yourself losing your virginity to, is it?” he let out a dry chuckle.

You stood to your feet and slowly let your dress fall down your body and legs, revealing your breasts abd paties to Tony. His eyes darkened as he looked up at your beauty. You held your hand out to him. “I couldn’t think of anyone more perfect, Tony.” you gave him a gentle smile.

Tony licked his bottom lip as he took your hand and slowly stood to his feet. He slid his left arm around your waist pulling you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours in a firm kiss making you moan. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as Tony slid both his hands down over your panty clad ass cheeks, giving them a gentle squeeze before grabbing a hold of your thighs.

“Jump.” Tony whispered against your mouth as he tapped your backside.

You did as he said and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your mouths met once more in a hard, sloppy kiss, moaning against each other. Your chest pressed together as Tony began moving away from the sofa. Your breasts nudged against the glowing arc reactor in Tony’s chest Tony that you were thankful for. You didn’t care about the damn thing, it kept Tony alive.

You didn’t know where you were until you felt the cold metal of the elevator against your back. “FRIDAY, my room.” he growled. You didn’t hear her response as Tony dropped his head to your neck, kissing his way down to your breasts and began licking and nipping at the supple flesh. You moaned dropping your head back against the wall as Tony took one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck! Tony!” you cried out. Tony rolled his hips, pressing his strained erection against your pussy. His tongue swirled around your sensitive bud as he gave a light slap to your ass cheek. “Oh, fuck, please.” you moaned, arching your back.

Tony pulled back, releasing your breast from his mouth with a pop. “Fuck-” he growled.

As soon as the doors opened Tony stepped back and entered his bedroom (which was more like an entire floor). He marched over to his large bed where he placed you on your back, kneeling over you as he kissed you gently. You moaned as Tony’s hands skimmed down your almost naked body. His fingers curled around the hem of your panties and slowly pulled them down until they were off.

Tony pulled back and got to his feet. He bit his bottom lip lightly as his eyes roamed your body. “Fuck baby, you’re beautiful.” he whispered.

You bit your lip looking up at him. “And you’re not naked.” you said as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows.

Tony chuckled as he slowly undid his jeans. “Patiences, baby. We’ve got all night.” he winked before dropping his pants to the floor. Your breath caught in your threat as you took in the sight of his glorious cock, throbbing hard against his abdomen. Tony wrapped his hand around his cock and began slowly pumping it.

“Please, Tony.” you begged.

“Shh, baby-” Tony whispered as he bent in front you pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Lay back…”

You breathed in deeply as you did, excitement and nerves filling you as Tony slid his hands up your thighs. He knelt at the end of the bed, laying soft kisses over your body, getting closer to your heat.

“Ready?” he whispered against your thigh.

You nodded moaning. “Yes.”

Tony leaned forwards and lightly ran his tongue over your clit making you gasp loudly. Slowly he ran his tongue up and down your slit, moaning at your taste. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” Tony groaned.

He placed his hands on your thighs pushing them apart so he could press his tongue harder ahainst your clit before he slipped the tip of his tongue into your pussy. You moaned loudlt, arching your back off the bed. “Oh, shit, Tony.” you gasped as you felt one of his thick fingers enter you. “Fuck!”

“Hmm… you like that?” he asked.

You nodded groaning. “Yes!”

Tony pumped his long finger in and ou tof you again a few times before pushing a second inside you. You felt your oussy tignle and begin to squeeze around Tony’s fingers. He curled them his fingers, brushing them against your g-spot causing you to cry out.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt a shiver run down your spine as your body ran red hot. You called out in pure ecstasy as you felt your orgasm hit. Tony slurped your pussy, drinking everything up that you gave him.

Slowly you calmed down as Tony propped himself above you, smiling down at you as he watched you slowly come back to him. “Sweetheart?” he gently placed his hand on your hip, rubbing soothing circles on your hot skin. “You okay?”

You gasped nodding. “Shit, yeah…” you let out a shaky laugh.

“Good.” he smirked a little as he shifted and laid down next to you. “Ready for more?” he pressed his lips to your shoulder, then your colar bone.You nodded smiling up at him.

Tony leaned down pressing his lips to yours in a softer, slower kiss. He moaned almost quietly as you hiked up your leg over his hips, causing your wet pussy to brush against his cock. You rolled your hips automatically, moaning at the feeling. “Do you, have a, condom?” you bit back the smile that began to form.

Tony nodded as he pulled himself from you and reached into his bedside table. He retrievd a condom and expertly rolled it on his length. He stood to his feet and turned to face you. “C’mere, sweetheart.” Tony curled his finger at you, grinning as he took in the beautiful sight before him. You giggled as Tony knelt on the bed and pulled you towards him. He spreaded your legs as he hovered over you. “Ready?”

Suddenly everything was in slow motion as you stared up at him. Tony had never looked more beautoful than this moment. The way the soft glow of the bedside lamps hit his face, the slight covering from the moon coming in from the open blinds. His skin was hot and tacky to touch from only caring about you.His eyes twinkled as he smiled fondly down at you.

“Yes.”

Barely, Tony pressed is lips to yours as he held the base of his cock in one hand and held himself up with the other. YOu gasped as you felt the tip of his cock run through your folds. As you moaned, Tony pushed his tongue inside your mouth as h efelt your nails dig into his back, hic cock slipping inside you. At first it was tight, too tight as he stretched your tight hole with his thick cock.

“Ah! Fuck!” you breath hitched in your throat as you felt Tony come to a stop, his cock all the way inside you.

He lifted his head to look at you, worry etched into his face. “You okay, baby? That feel good for you?”

You whimpered nodding. “S-So, go-good.” you hummed. Tony kissed your jaw and neck a few times, staying still until you wrapped your legs and arms around him, pulling him closer. “I’m ready, Tony… please, move.” you begged.

Slowly Tony pulled back causing you to hiss at the slight pain, your pussy clenching around him already. To try and distraact you from the pain, Tony nipped and licked your skin, Humming praises in your ear. Before he pulled all the way out, Tony pushed back in, still going slow.

“Fuuuck, Tony….” you moaned. “Please. HArder.” you begged.

Tony pulled back from you slightly. “Baby, you’re really tight… I don’t think-”

“Please! Harder, Tony.”

He took a deep breath before he pushed back in, hitting deep inside you. “Fuck!” Tony hissed. He didn’t go too fast but kept hitting deeo with every thrust. The sounds of your pussy becoming wetter with every thrust turn him on even more. “Oh, fuck-”

“Yes,Tony!” you bit your lip as you squeezed your legs tighter around him. “Yes! Harder, Tony. Yes! Oh, yes, Tony!” you moaned loudly as you felt his balls slap your ass. Never had you taken yourself as the type to get turned on by that, but here you were. Moaning loud and proud.

“Fuck! That’s it… scream my fucking name!” Tony growled into your neck as he quickened his pace.

“Fuck, TOny! There!” you screamed. “Yes! Yes, Tony! Yes! Yes!” your eyes rolled back as kissed his neck.

Tony slammed into you, harder and deeper. He groaned pressing his face to your neck, kissing and sucking at the flesh under your chin. He growled, sinking his teeth into your neck.

“Oh, fuck, Tony!” you screamed as another, bigger orgasm hit you. You went light headed as you came around Tony.

Tony licked where he bit you before pulling back. He cupped your face in one hand, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Look at me, Y/N.” he begged as he prolonged his release. Your eyes fluttered opened so you were staring right into his. “Be mine?” you nodded, crashing your lips against his in a sloppy, heated kiss. Tony growled into your mouth as he felt his own orgasm ripple through his body.

“FRIDAY, where’s Tony?” Steve asked as he entered the elevator alone. The others were all still on the Quin-jet unloading. Steve needed to give Tony something before anything else.

“In his room, Captain Rogers.”

“Sleeping?” Steve asked, somewhat surprised. Tony never slept and if he did, it most certainly wasn’t in his bed.

“No, Captain Rogers.”

Steve thanked the AI after asking her to take him to Tony’s floor. As the doors opened Steve stopped before stepping out, his face going almost bright red as he saw Tony and some ‘woman’ laid in bed together. So, he wasn’t sleeping. He quickly shut the doors and went back down, hoping Tony hadn’t noticed him.

“Hey, where’s Stark?” Sam asked as Steve walked through the living area, completely ignoring his question. Sam creased his brow looking to Bucky in confusion.

“Punk, you okay?” Bucky placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Steve sighed shaking his head. “Tony, is… with company…” he went red again.

“Oh, we know.” Nat smirked as she held up your dress.

Steve’s eyes widened. “You mean, down here before?” he asked.

Everyone stared at him in silence. “Before? Where now?” Sam asked.

“Tony has the girl in his bed. I saw them ‘sleeping’.” Steve shivered as he went even redder.

Clint creased his brow as he picked up your heels, swearing to himself he’d seen them before. He then noticed your clutch and went to investigate. “Hey, the chicks bag is here.” he announced as he opened it.

“Put that back.” Steve scolded him.

“Hell no, let’s see who the broad is.” Clint grinned. He found your phone and pulled it out. His eyes widening. “Holy fuck!”

#tony stark #Tony Stark x reader #Tony Stark x reader smut #tony stark smut #Tony Stark x virgin!reader

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softboywriting · 7 years

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Honey| Werewolf!Shawn One Shot

It’s too late for me to properly title this. But I did it. Pleaseeeeee enjoy. tw:violence/fighting tw:choking/injury (by OC not Shawn)

Btw in this AU werewolves are a part of everyday society.

Summary: Shawn is your werewolf roommate.

Word count: 1,698

You knew what Shawn was when you met him. You could tell by the way he stood tall, his eyes just too golden brown for any normal guy. His skin was perfect, he was ripped but ate like a professional in an eating competition. Not that he didn’t work out, because he very obviously did, it was just that the amount of food and calories he consumed was alarming and if consumed by anyone else, would have made them gain weight rapidly. No, Shawn was no average run of the mill guy with a cheeky smile and a beautiful voice. He was a werewolf.

Your best friend, Maya, was hesitant to let him move into the flat with the two of you. She thought he could be dangerous or bring some unwanted trouble, but she was wrong. Shawn was sweet, caring and considerate of their space. He hardly ever left his dishes undone, he cleaned up the bathroom after himself and even took on the responsibility of cleaning the living room once a week. Overall he was the perfect roommate.

The two of you got close, staying up together while he worked on music and you studied for your upcoming tests and did homework. He was funny, he made you laugh with his stupid jokes and dumb impressions and he always went to you for advice about his song lyrics. He loved to call you Honey when he got real tired and you loved hearing him say it. The two of you never dated, never went beyond the talking and late night bonding. It just never came up.

However, there was thing about him that bothered you. Shawn would disappear for a week every month. He wouldn’t say he was leaving or when he would be back. He would just be gone and he would show up 5 to 7 days later as if nothing happened. You asked him once and he laughed and said it was a werewolf thing. You didn’t push for details.

It was almost that time of the month. In fact, you look at a calendar, it was three days after when he usually ditches. Your day started like normal, wake up, bathroom, breakfast. It’s while you're munching on a bagel that you hear a loud groan from Shawn’s room. You peek down the hall but ultimately decide to mind your business.

Ten minutes later Shawn is all but yelling. You drop the mug you were washing in the sink and run to his room. His door is locked and you bang on it. “Shawn?! Shawn?! Is everything okay? Why are you yelling?!”

Shawn doesn’t answer, per say. He makes a loud series of growls and throaty yells. It sounds like he is in pain and you don’t know what to do. You go for your phone, hands shaking as you scroll through your contacts to get ahold of your friend Lilly. Her boyfriend, Charlie, was a werewolf and he and Shawn worked together and hung out sometimes. They were on vacation in New York so you really hoped she would pick up. After a few rings Lilly picks up. “Lilly, hey it's me, yeah i’m fine. Listen I need to talk to Charlie, is he with you?”

Charlie picks up the phone and sounds like he’s just woken up. “Yeah? What’s wrong? Shawn alright?”

“No. Something is happening and I can’t get in his room. H-he’s yelling and making pained noises.” You hold the phone close to Shawn’s bedroom door. “Can you hear him?”

“You need to leave the house. Shawn is not stable right now. Can you go anywhere for a few days?” Charlie sounds dead serious and you’re starting to feel sick to your stomach.

“I don’t have anywhere to stay!” You’re racking your brain trying to think of anyone you could just drop in on. Your parents were two states away, your brother was stationed in Turkey with the Army for the fall. Maya wasn’t even there to help you find a place because she was on a work trip in LA.

“Listen, listen to me! You have to leave! Shawn could hurt you!” Charlie’s cool serious tone was now breaking. His voice shaking at the thought of what could happen to you. “Please, grab what you need and go check into a hotel!”

You hang up and go to grab a backpack from your room. You start shoving in clothes, some stuff off your dresser, your purse, a pair of shoes and your laptop. Shawn is still yelling, his voice sounding strained and it hurts you just to hear it. “Shawn I’m leaving! I’m sorry, Charlie said I should go!” you yell through the door, doubting he would even hear you. However at the mention of Charlie he gets louder and you hear something hit the door. You jump back with a yelp.

There is a loud thumping from the living room followed by what sounds like the front door being broken into. You’re torn between backing into your room and hiding, and finding out what that non Shawn related thumping was. In the end it doesn’t matter because you find out what made the noise before you have time to take three steps backward. A tall guy with olive skin, dark hair and iridescent blue eyes was making his way toward you.

“Get out of my house!” you shout at him, backing against the wall between Shawn’s room and the bathroom. The guy doesn’t stop, he doesn’t seem to care you’ve spoken. He picks up the pace and puts his hand around your throat as soon as he gets to you. You’re paralysed with fear, this man is going to kill you or eat you, which one you didn’t know. You cough, his hand tightening against your throat. It hurts, you grab at his wrist to stop him but it’s no use.

As you start to see dark spots in your vision, you hear a loud noise that can only be equated to taking a wall out with a large sledgehammer. Suddenly there is no longer a hand around your throat and you are gasping for air. You collapse to the floor, hands going to your neck as you struggle to get oxygen in. As your vision becomes less spotty, you hear another loud thump followed by the sound of splintering wood. Looking up, you can see the large intruder laying against the now badly dented wall across from you, body limp and eyes closed.

Shawn is standing between the two of you, chest heaving. He is shirtless, wearing only a pair of gym shorts and no socks or shoes. He looks down at you, and you see his eyes are glowing golden brown. His face is scrunched up in a snarl that looks like something out of a book of nightmares and his usually beautiful straight white teeth have large protruding fangs.

“S-shawn...please...” you don’t know what to say. Don’t eat me? Don’t kill me? You’re sure you’re going to die. Charlie said Shawn wasn’t stable, wasn’t himself. Rationally you knew you wouldn’t outrun a werewolf, you couldn’t fight one off either. You’re scared, heart in your throat. You close your eyes, duck your head against your knees and await the worst. You feel Shawn step closer. Heat is radiating off him and against your legs.

The next thing you know, his arms are around you. He’s pressing his face into your shoulder and breathing deep. “Honey?” he says, his voice strained, completely wrecked from the yelling and growling before. He pulls your arms away from your knees and gets his arms around your chest, hauling you forward onto his lap. He presses his face hard into the crook of your neck. “You smell so good, Honey.”

Tentatively, you put your hands on his back and he holds you closer. “Shawn...is that man...?” you ask, eyes trained on the man slumped just a few feet away.

Shawn shakes his head and slides his hands under your butt. “Wrap your legs around me,” he says, face still against your neck. You do as he says and he shifts a bit so he can get up while holding you against him. He carries you effortlessly to your bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him and dropping down onto the bed with you. Shawn is huge as he holds himself up over you, his eyes a less prominent golden brown now and his face returned to it’s normal way of being.

“What happened out there?”

“He wanted to hurt you, to hurt me. I couldn’t let that happen.”

You blink a few times, really trying to take in what has happened. “Shawn I don’t understand why he would want to hurt me I don’t even-” Shawn leans down and kisses you. His lips are hot and he’s....good lord...he is actually purring. It’s really the only way you can describe the low rumble coming from his chest, vibrating through his whole body.

“You smell like me,” he says in barely a whisper. “I’ve been leaving every month to protect you.”

You lick your lower lip, mind reeling from the kiss. “W-why not just move out?”

Shawn laughs, winces at his sore throat and rolls to lay beside you. “Because I love you. I’ve loved you for so damn long.” He rolls to press his face back to your neck. “Because I knew when I met you, when I smelled you, that I could never leave you again.”

It’s a lot to take in. You’d had feelings for Shawn for a while, but never acted on them because he never acted on them either. To learn he’s been in love with you, pining away while you came to his bedroom every night and talked, it was unreal. You think about it for a second and come to the conclusion that you’ve loved him for a long time too. “Shawn?”

“Yes?” he answers, breath warm on your skin.

“What do I smell like?”

He pulls away and props himself up on his elbow and looks down at you, “You smell like honey.”

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