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spicyspencerreid · 4 years

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The Wonderful Benefits Of Physical Touch

A Spencer Reid Imagine

Female!Reader, BAU!Reader// A whole 4939 words

Warnings// Mentions of domestic abuse (not inflicted on reader or involving Spencer), kissing, A SHIT TON OF FLUFF, language, lack of spellcheck, this is just so so so so so soft like- I know it’s long, but it’ll make your heart warm

Summary// Reader’s had trouble sleeping for the past couple of nights and Spencer notices something’s off with her, it comes out when they have to share a hotel room and he helps her fall asleep.

Key// Y/f/n- Your first name, Y/m/n- Your middle name, Y/l/n- Your last name

Not my gif: I hope you guys enjoy, I love this one and spent wayyyyy too much time on it!!

You woke up in a cold sweat, your least favorite way to wake up. You were shivering, but you could feel sweat slowly dripping down your face. You took a second to catch your breath before trying to remember where you were. You noticed the sun, then your light blue curtains, then your alarm clock. 5:00AM. You sighed, having finally fell asleep at 4:30, you hoped you’d get more than a half hour of sleep before you needed to be up at 6:00, but it looks like that wasn’t in the cards for you.

You were exhausted, and there was nothing worse than being exhausted and not being able to sleep. Luckily, coffee had been enough to keep you going for the past couple of weeks. You weren’t exactly sure why you couldn’t sleep. At first you were having nightmares, but they’d gone away.

A month ago, your older sister, Hailee, went missing. A week after she showed up at your doorstep, told you she was running from her abusive husband.

You heard a knock on your door, causing all the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. You reached in the drawer of your entry table, pulling out your gun. To be completely honest, you hated guns, probably because you’d blamed them for a good amount of the problems in the world, but as the communications liaison, you were required to have one for your job.

You peered through the peephole of your apartment, dropping the gun on the ground when you saw who it was. You pulled open the door as fast as possible, pulling her into a hug as tears poured out of your eyes.

“Never, ever scare me like that again Hails,” your sister was in charge of public relations for Givenchy in Paris, and every time she visited you she brought you an exclusive portfolio of their latest designs. So when you felt a book up against your chest, you weren’t surprised, and didn’t give it a second thought, “What’s this?” You opened the book to scroll through the pages, only to gasp at what you saw. Broken ribs, broken legs, broken everything.

“My medical records...” you looked up at her to see you hadn’t made eye contact this entire time, meaning you hadn’t noticed the dark purple under her eye. You knew instantly, having seen it too much in your line of work, “I wanna put him in jail, but I had to get out of there first. I checked the calendar you sent me looking for your next day off and booked the quickest flight I could get. I wanted to tell you, I’m so sorry-” You and your sister were closer than ever, and you cursed yourself for not picking up on it when she wasn’t coming to many more family events. She probably knew if you saw her with him in person you’d pick up on it instantly.

“Stop apologizing, we’re gonna put that asshole in jail, okay?” She nodded and you pulled her back into another hug.

“I-I have recordings. Of him yelling at me, do we need them?” She choked out through tears. All your life she’d been your protector since you were kids, but more importantly, she was your best friend, only two years apart from you in age, which is why you knew something was off when she hadn’t called to check up on you in a week like she normally did. Your parents refused to report her missing, not that you tried to get them to or anything, they just assumed she was in between countries and not able to answer her phone. Spencer and JJ could both tell something was up with you at work, but didn’t want to push you. You ended up telling them you could feel something was off with your sister, and you hadn’t slept, but if anyone could work on no sleep, it was you.

“That would be good, go sit down. Does he know you’re gone? I’m gonna get you water.” You went straight into your kitchen, filling up a glass.

“I don’t think so. I told him I had to go on a business trip, even bought a plane ticket to London and everything. I was gonna call mom and dad, but I didn’t know if he could tap into my phone or something.” You handed her the glass.

“I’m gonna make a couple phone calls, you need sleep,” you reached for the blanket on your couch to lay over her.

“Y/n/n,” she grabbed your wrist, “you look like you need sleep,” she wasn’t wrong, you hadn’t slept for more than four hours after the first missed call of hers. You thought you’d covered it up fairly well, but if anyone could tell, it was her.

“I’m fine, you can sleep in my bed if the couch is uncomfortable, but really, get some rest.” You called Hotch, who was in the office, and faxed him copies of Hailee’s medical records, telling him it was an emergency and you needed him to contact the police in Hailee’s county and arrest her husband. He was arrested that day, and pleaded guilty after more and more women started to stand up.

You were thankful Hailee came to you, but since then, you still hadn’t gotten a full night of sleep. Even after he was put in prison, even after everything was settled with your parents, even though you knew Hailee was in bed safe, you still felt off. The nightmares faded, but the bad sleeping habits stayed. And you had no idea why. You’d tried everything, herbal remedies, meditation, ice baths, etc, but none of it worked.

You got in the shower, got dressed, and made yourself breakfast, jamming out to music to try to improve your mood before getting on your way. You arrived at work at 7:00, usually arriving at 7:15, you were hyper-organized, so you always liked to have the case out and ready at 7:20, giving you ten minutes to prep in your head. Since you were early, you turned on your favorite audiobook and closed your eyes for a couple seconds, taking in the calm before going to look at dead bodies. You opened your eyes after a couple minutes, your body realizing you fell asleep. You checked the clock in your car. Shit. It was 7:25. You grabbed your bag and walked into the building, grabbing the file off of your desk and walking as fast as you could into the conference room. Derek and JJ were already sitting in the conference room chatting amongst themselves. You walked in and rapidly started pinning pictures up to the board, you already knew the case, but needed to have everything ready to present.

“Derek I can’t reach that thumbtack can you grab it.” It was barely out of your reach,

“Wow Y/n, no ‘good morning my sweet Derek, how are you on this fine day”?” He was right, you weren’t exactly your chipper self this morning.

“You don’t wanna fuck with me right now Morgan,” you turned to glare at him, earning a laugh from JJ.

“Damn, okay, put those daggers away, I’ll grab the thumbtack...,” Derek handed you the thumbtack and you pinned up your final picture. You closed your eyes and started to go over what you were going to say in your head. You could feel JJ and Derek judging you, now joined by Emily who walked in while your eyes were closed, “A single word and I will hurt all of you, slowly but effectively.” Spencer walked in the room tapping your shoulder and slightly startling you, causing you to jump. He put one hand on your shoulder causing heat to rise to your cheeks. Spencer was your best friend, your adorable, undateable, best friend. You could practically feel JJ giving you a look, you were so undeniably lucky Spencer wasn’t exactly the best at social cues and wasn’t always trying to profile you, because you were the absolute worst at hiding your innocent little crush.

“Woah...I just brought you coffee, I saw your mug was still in the cabinet and assumed you didn’t arrive here at your usual 7:15,” he handed you a cup of coffee, and you took a deep breath.

“Spencer Reid, you are my knight in shining amour,” Spencer smiled and you sipped your coffee, thankful he knew just how you liked it.

“What do we have?” Hotch walked in and you went into formation.

“Three dead in Seattle,” you pointed to the board, reading through their names and ages.

“They’re all the same age, but there’s no specific type here?” JJ asked.

“Yes, about that, their...um...” you swallowed, tripping over your words just a little, “ring fingers are all cut off.”

“Do we know what with?” Emily motioned for the picture and you handed her one of the extra copies.

“M.E. said they’d contact us when we arrive.”

“Alright, wheels up in 30,” everyone head out of the conference room while you took a second to clean up your files. You sat down in one of the empty seats, drinking your coffee and taking a deep breath before heading back out into the bullpen. You sat at your desk and pulled out Pride and Prejudice, deciding to reread it for the fourth time this month. You starting sucking on your lower lip, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes, you body was on override from lack of sleep, and being off schedule was putting you over the edge. It had never been an issue before, but at the moment, you just wanted time to not look at dead bodies, but you didn’t feel like that plane ride to Washington was gonna be long enough. You took a deep breath, knowing you could stop yourself from crying if you tried hard enough. You felt that familiar hand on your shoulder.

“Come with me I wanna show you something,” Spencer lightly pulled your shoulder.

“Spence,” you looked up at him, something was off, “I’m reading,” you smiled at him with furrowed eyebrows, motion to your book. Spencer grabbed the book out of your hand and scrolled through the pages.

“I will literally recite the first ten pages for you later,” he raised his eyebrows at you and you caved, he was lucky he was your one weakness.

“Okay, okay fine, will you at least tell me where we’re going?” You walked with him only to end up in an empty office. An agent had transferred last week leaving an empty office in the back hallway. Spencer pulled you in and closed the blinds, “Am I being held hostage?” you joked, not getting a laugh in response.

“What’s going on with you?” Shit.

“Nothing’s going on with me?” You were good, really good, at masking emotion, even for a team of profilers, but apparently you weren’t good enough today.

“Y/n...” you stared at him, standing your guard, “Okay fine, you’ve started doing that foot-tapping thing again, you forgot your coffee this morning, and you’re blinking more rapidly than average, which means you’re either dehydrated or trying to stop yourself from crying,” you felt your eyes start to water again, “and you're probably the most well-hydrated person I’ve ever met, so what’s going on?” When you didn’t respond with words, but a sniffle and a tear, Spencer wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up against him. You knew he did this because studies showed skin to skin contact was the easiest way to calm any negative emotion, but your heart still stopped beating for a second as your wrapped your hands around his neck, “I-I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just wanted to know if I could help,” he whispered, as if talking too loud would only make you more upset. Once you calmed down a little, you pulled away, “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, you didn’t really have anything to talk about, you were just so tired.

“Sorry,” you wiped the leftover tears from your face, “I’m just having a bad day, didn’t sleep much last night,” you hadn’t slept much in more than just last night, but you didn’t feel like worrying anyone right now.

“It’s okay,” his voice was still gentle.

“Do I have streaks on my face?” He shook his head, “We should probably go to the jet.” You motioned to the door.

“We have 17 minutes if you need another second...”

“Nope, I am all good, but thank you, seriously Spence,” you reached for his hand and squeezed it, “thank you,” you speed walked back into the bullpen, putting on your best smile. When you got on the jet, Spencer sat across from you. You played chess most of the flight while debating over movies with Emily.

The case went by extremely quick, considering the fact that the Unsub’s maid found a box of fingers with wedding rings on them in the Unsub’s closet. You only had to hold one press conference to get someone to come forward, which was lovely because all you wanted to do was get home.

“Bad news,” Hotch walked into the room you and Emily were sitting in the Police Office, “Jet can’t come in until sunrise, they’re expecting a big storm,” you threw your head back, damnit, “I was able to get four rooms at the hotel, so double up. Oh and Y/n, good work on the press conference, if it wasn’t for you, we’d probably be stuck here a couple more days,” you smiled. A couple seconds later Spencer popped his head into the room.

“Penelope called Morgan, and JJ’s got Emily, so that leaves you and me,” of course it did.

“Sounds good,” you smiled, feeling Emily’s eyes on you as he turned around and left.

“Wow, complimented by Hotch and getting a night alone with Spencer, it’s like all your dreams are coming true at once,” you playfully slapped her arm.

When you got back to your hotel you all split off into your rooms. You argued with Spencer over who got to use the bathroom first, but you eventually won. Won meaning you got to the bathroom before him. You put on a sports bra and shorts, following it up with a loose tee-shirt when you remembered you were sharing a room with Spencer and not Emily and JJ per usual. Usually Penelope didn’t come on trips unless necessary, which in this case she was, so instead of the usual three rooms, Hotch got four. You washed your face with cold water hoping the internet was right and it would help you fall asleep.

“Don’t use up all the hot water,” Spencer yelled in from the bedroom.

“I take morning showers,” you opened the bathroom door and reentered the bedroom.

“Good, Derek takes forty-five minute showers.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Spencer took a pretty quick shower, and you rested yourself in the queen-sized bed, grabbing your copy of Pride and Prejudice and returning to your page. You were pretty into the story when Spencer came back in.

“So...I can take the floor,” you’d totally forgotten once again that these was not your usual sleeping conditions, but you still trusted Spencer enough to share a bed with him, you’d fallen asleep next to him on the couch in his apartment on multiple movie nights, how is that any different?

“Spence, how long have we known each other?”

“209 days,” you giggled, expecting a much less specific answer.

“Okay then I’d assume our 209 day friendship is enough to allow us to share a bed together without it being weird?” You marked your page and closed your book.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with that?”

“You are quite the gentleman, but yes, I swear. Unless you snore like Emily, then I might kick you out of the room completely,” you pointed finger guns at him. He laughed and laid on the opposite side of the bed, grabbing a book of his own. He finished his book in a couple minutes, closing it and grabbing a manual from the desk.

“I know you are not about to read that microwave manual.”

“What? It’s interesting,” he looked so cute perusing through all of the different manuals spread out on the hotel desk.

“That is a bad, bad idea,” you closed your book shut, “actually, we should both probably try to get some sleep,” you were exhausted, and while you knew you weren’t going to get much sleep, you still wanted darkness and quiet to revel in. He shut off the lights and pulled the covers over his head, whispering a goodnight to you before drifting off into sleep. You were about two hours into your nightly routine of staring at the ceiling when Spencer’s voice brought you back into reality.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” He muttered, you glanced over at him to see his eyes were still closed and decided to pretend you were asleep, “Y/n, I know the length of space between breaths when a human is sleeping, therefore, I know you’re awake.” You turned your head to face him.

“You got me,” you yawned. He sat up against the headboard of the bed, and you did the same.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on now?” You continued to stare at the wall in front of the bed, but you could feel his eyes on you.

“I haven’t been sleeping for a while,” you leaned your head back against the wood.

“I thought that got better?”

“I’ve been trying, but I can’t sleep for more than thirty minutes at a time, I haven’t been able to since Hailee went missing. I thought it would fix itself when I found out she was fine, but nope.”

“You...” he reached out to poke your leg, making you giggle, “should’ve told me sooner, I am very well versed on ways to help sleep.”

“Spence, I’ve literally done everything, it’s hopeless,” you laughed, “but I might take you up on your offer to recite those Pride and Prejudice pages for me.”

“That’ll be our last resort. Have you tried eating bananas, they contain-”

“Tryptophan. Yeah I only drank warm milk and ate bananas and cherries for three days straight, nothing, but is it possible to become lactose intolerant from drinking too much milk?”

“There are many studies on why raw milk doesn’t cause lactose intolerance, but for legal reasons, not much has been studied about processed milk and how the differences relate to lactose intolerance, but really to answer your question, lactose intolerance is caused because of the enzyme lactase which splits the-,” he stopped once he heard your giggling, “...and you were kidding. Y/n, I am trying to help here, what about herbal teas?”

“Tried, didn’t work.”

“Um...meditation?” You nodded, “What about lowering your apartment temperature?”

“I literally can only sleep in the cold,” he was about to interrupt but you already knew what was coming, “...and I already tried the opposite, raising the temperature, which sucked by the way.”

“This might sound a little strange, but what are the colors of your bedroom wall?”

“I already looked into the impact of cool versus warm colors on sleep, my walls are white and I have blue curtains, my lights are led, so they aren’t yellow, and I don’t use any electronics for an hour before I get in bed,”

“Then it’s not physical, it’s mental, you know talking about what’s bothering you helps. Compartmentalizing really doesn’t.”

“I haven’t been compartmentalizing though, I’ve even been journaling and stuff, even though I absolutely hate it.”

“Hmm,” he went quiet for a second, you opened your mouth to ask and he stopped you, “I’m thinking...,” it was like a lightbulb turned on over his head, “I got it what about-” He stopped.

“What?”

“It’s just...”

“What? Spencer? I’d literally try anything at this point.”

“Serotonin.”

“We’re not all super geniuses, please don’t make me ask,” you pleaded.

“Serotonin’s a monoamine neurotransmitter...um it’s a large contributer to feelings of well-being and happiness, but a study I read last week actually talked about how involved it is in the regulation of sleep...um it has sort of a calming effect when activated,” sounded like pure bliss to you.

“And how do I activate it?”

“Yes that’s the um...” he looked over at you before continuing his explanation, “...so the most effective way is through deep touch pressure, which is a form of tactile sensory input. It’s mostly provided by firm holding, firm stroking, hugging, and cuddling.”

“Oh,” it clicked in your head.

“It’s actually really interesting, if you think back to the times you’re most relaxed, or just times that are coined as relaxing in general. Spas have done really well with this in general, with the hot stone massages especially, the heat combined with the cool temperature of the spa, mixed with the weight of the stones, it mimics a beach so well, which also is coined for relaxation considering how the heat acts as a blanket in some pretenses. Being in your mother’s arms, cuddling with a significant other, all good examples of serotonin, which is why weighted blankets are so popular now, they mimic the feeling of being held, they mimic that deep touch pressure...,” you let him ramble on about weighted blankets while you thought about what he was actually talking about. You’d been thinking about the events that would occur if you and Spencer shared a bed for a night, and while you might’ve thought of more explicit things than cuddling, the thought of anything more than a hug with him made your heart race, “Are you still listening?”

“Sorry, I got,” you cleared your throat, “distracted.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“No it’s okay, it’s a good idea,” you stammered, wanting to slap yourself. You sounded way too excited, which you were, but that excitement was coated with nerves. It was silent for a minute before Spencer spoke up again.

“When Hailee first went missing, it had only been three days, so I asked you how you knew something was wrong, and you said you just knew. It’s like with baby cheetahs, baby cheetahs always know when there’s something wrong with their older siblings because they are their protectors, it’s their instinct, just like yours,” He turned to look into your eyes, and brought his voice down into a whisper, “You told me a story about how when you were younger and you’d get nightmares, instead of running into your mother’s room, which is the natural instinct, you’d run into Hailee’s room and she’d hold you instead. When I asked why, you said it was because she was a room closer, but I think it really was because of your independence. No matter how independent you were, you still needed someone, and no matter how independent you are now, you still crave that serotonin, you crave that physical touch. You’re human. It’s just like earlier today, I didn’t want to bring it up because I’m sure you feel embarrassed about crying during work, but it’s completely normal. We aren’t sociopaths like these people we go after, we have empathy, and it’s part of the reason we’re so good at our jobs. No matter how many gruesome cases we see, we aren’t robots, so we all sometimes just need a moment to break down and compose ourselves in an emotional release, it’s just another human necessity. It’s science. And you can replicate it with a weighted blanket when you’re alone, but when you get the opportunity, you really just need more physical touch, that’s all,” he reached over to rub your shoulder, and a tear fell onto your check.

“You’re right,” you sniffled.

“Oh no,” he chuckled, wiping your cheek with his thumb, “I made you cry again.”

“No,” you placed your hand on top of his on your face, “you’re just the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” He didn’t respond, just opened his arms, nodding with his head for you to come closer. You scooted over and nestled your head into his chest. He pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight. His hand slowly made its way to your lower back, peeking under your tee-shirt to draw light circles on your bare skin. You were close to falling asleep when you felt warm lips touch your forehead, causing you to immediately snap back.

“Sorry,” he whispered. He must’ve felt you stiffen in his arms. You tilted your head back and looked up at him, placing your hand on his jawline as you connected your lips with his, softly and slowly. You were hesitant, knowing part of your action was based off of exhaustion, but you were just sick of having to look at his lips everyday and long for them to be on yours without doing anything about it.

“Goodnight Spencer,” you pulled away quickly, returning you head to its spot on your chest.

“Goodnight Y/n,” he whispered back a minute later, and his hand resumed his circular motion, lulling you to a full night of sleep for the first night in many, many days.

You woke up a little lower on the bed then you were when you fell asleep, and your position changed. Spencer was laying on his back, and you were on your side, one of his arms under your waist and resting on your stomach. You were facing the alarm clock and gasped when you saw the time. You sat up out of Spencer’s arm, completely dumbfounded. It was 6:00AM, and the last time you checked the clock it was 11:00, you hadn’t woken up once. You started to get up when you were pulled back onto the bed.

“Spencer it’s 6:00,” you whisper yelled, “I just slept for seven full hours.”

“Mmm, think you can sleep for one more,”he turned onto his side so your back was now pressed into his chest.

“Seven hours, wow, and it’s all thanks to this incredible guy I know. He’s like a super-genius who taught me the wonderful benefits of the magical enzyme called ‘serotonin’, have you heard of it?”

“He sounds like a great guy,” he grumbled into your neck, “I’m so very happy for you,” he pressed his lips to your neck, giving you goosebumps and reminding you of your impulsive decision from the night before, “but shhh.” It had been decided, groggy Spencer was your new favorite Spencer.

“Spence...” you had to talk about this. If you didn’t, the whole team would be able to read you the second you got on the jet.

“No. Sleep.”

“Spencer...”

“Okay, I’ve officially been awoken from my peaceful slumber,” you wiggled so you were now facing him.

“Hi,” you whispered. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled at you, “you have very pretty eyes, they’re like honey.”

“You’re nice when you’re sleepy,” his hands shifted again to your lower back, drifting under your shirt to stroke your skin once again.

“I’m nice all the time,” you pouted.

“You were extra nice last night,” turns out groggy Spencer and confident Spencer were the same person, you rotated your body so you weren’t facing him, “How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you felt this way about me?” This was not a good question for you.

“How many days did you say we’ve known each other?”

“210 counting today.”

“Then 210 days,” you sighed out, you’d liked him since the first day you’d met, it wasn’t love at first sight or anything, but from your first conversation, he’d been giving you butterflies, “I’m really sorry if I ruined things between us.”

“You’re kidding right?” You leaned up, and furrowed your eyebrows at him, “I just thought you didn’t feel that way. If I knew, I would’ve done something about it, or I would’ve gotten weirdly distant until you forced me to tell you what was wrong,” he smiled and your heart melted.

“What’re we gonna do about the team?”

“Derek’s gonna be relentless,” he sighed out and you giggled, “but we’ll figure it out, just not right now, because I’m cold, and I want your body heat.” He pulled you back into him.

“I have to shower,” you mumbled.

“You smell fine,” you gave him a look, “okay, okay, go.” He released you from his tight hold, not before you gave him a quick kiss, and you ran to the bathroom. You took a quick shower, then put on your makeup and got dressed. You both decided to eat on the plane instead of charging the bureau for room service. When you arrived on the plane you said quick hellos to the team and took a seat right across from Derek. You didn’t say anything when you sat down, you just opened your book. You looked up to see Derek’s eyes shifting back and forth between you and Spencer, who was playing chess with Rossi a couple seats away.

“Y/f/n Y/m/n Y/l/n,” you looked up from your book, “Did you get laid last night?”

“Oh my god Derek! I spent the night with Spencer,” you shut your book closed fast.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you look genuinely relaxed in over a month,” he whispered at you, “did you spend the night with pretty boy over there or did you spend the night with him? Because you didn’t hear this from me, but pretty boy’s got it bad for you.”

“Oh really?” He was right, pretty boy did in fact have it bad for you.

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I was just really in the mood for some more Spencer fluff, if you liked this please check out Making A Move, it’s a lot shorter, but still cute.

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niall-is-my-dream · 2 years

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Addicted to You - Part Eight

So here's the next part. Let me know what you think! Emily x

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Waking up in Niall's arms the next morning was amazing. The whole weekend had been amazing to be honest. Spending time with your friends and seeing Rachel and Ben get married had been exactly what you needed.

You'd both managed to sneak back to the wedding yesterday without anyone noticing you had been gone. With over 100 people there, it had been easy.

The evening was warm and as the light faded the terrace was lit up with fairy lights. Rachel and Ben had organised with the hotel to have hot sandwiches and snacks for the evening which soaked up the champagne that you had slowly been sipping on all day.

Niall had followed you back to your room when the night ended. Stripping off to his boxers he had climbed into your bed watching you as you dressed in cotton pjs and removed your make up.

He had a little drunken smile on his lips as you climbed in next to him 10 minutes later. Pulling you close he'd kissed you softly and you'd fallen asleep cuddled up.

Your headache hit you as you eased yourself from his grasp to go to the bathroom. Painkillers and water is what you needed. Finding some in the bathroom in your wash bag you took them before giving your face a splash with cool water.

When you left the bathroom Niall was stirring.

"Morning darlin." He said his voice all husky from sleep.

"Morning, I have a cracking headache this morning." You admitted.

"All that champagne." He laughed.

"I brought it all on myself." You smiled back.

"Was such a great day wasn't it?"

"It was."

"What time is it?" He asked looking on the side table for his phone.

"Just after 8am."

"Breakfast at 9:30 with everyone right?"

"Yeah that's what Wendy said yesterday." You replied as you climbed into bed with him.

"Good, that means we have plenty of time for a cuddle." He smiled as he moved himself to hover over you.

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"Soooo." Rachel whispered as you stood by the toaster in the breakfast room of the hotel.

"So what? Why are you whispering?" You questioned her.

"How was it?"

"Oh the wedding was beautiful Rach, honestly I had such a great day, well whole weekend actually. The food yesterday was......... what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I know my wedding was beautiful Jessie......jeez .......how was the sex last night?"

"Rach..... What the .....how was your sex last night?" You blurted back out.

"Oh come on..... After 9 years was it just as good?! And my sex was brilliant thanks, we did that edging thing this week."

"Sssshhhhh, Rachel Louise Cannon your Grandma is over there."

"She's deaf she can't hear me and no one else can because we are whispering. And it's Rachel Louise Dawkins now." She smiled back.

You were both giggling then as her bread appeared at the bottom of the automatic toaster.

"What are you two giggling about?" Niall said as he appeared at your side.

"Nothing.... just a joke about Rachel's Grandma." You smiled. "Want some toast?"

"Yes please." He replied clearly not believing you.

"I'm going to go and be a good hostess, I'll catch you both before you leave." Rachel said before she left to go and speak to some family.

"Rachel's Grandma?!" Niall whispered.

"I'll tell you in the car." You replied smiling.

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"They've been edging?!" Niall said laughing hard.

"Yep."

"Ah this is brilliant."

"I know!"

"You wait till I speak to Ben."

"She will kill me for telling you!" You giggled.

"They talk shit about us all the time, always have done."

"Yeah, that's true."

"Did you tell her about yesterday?" He asked a smirk on his face.

"Well she presumed something had happened at some point and she asked me how the sex was within seconds of speaking to me. Wanted to know if it was as good as 9 years ago." You said blushing not being able to look at him.

"And what did you say?" He asked.

"We didn't get that far into the conversation, I told her I was worried her Grandma could hear us."

"Ok..... But what would you have said?" He said. You turned to look at him, his eyes on the road but a smile on his face.

You bit your lip and shook your head.

"What? Just curious." He said smirking.

"Well, I won't be telling her that we snuck off for a quick fuck in the middle of her wedding, I don't think she'd like that. She already thinks I have no self control around you."

"Ha! Does she?!"

"Yep."

There was silence in the car as he drove along the motorway. You knew you hadn't answered his question and you knew he was trying to scope out how you were feeling about yesterday and the weekend as a whole.

"I have no self control around you either." He admitted quietly.

You smiled and looked out the window not being able to look at him. Taking a sip from your take out coffee you enjoyed the silence while you processed what he had said.

When Niall drove down your street an hour later he parallel parked his car and turned off the ignition.

"Mind if I come in for a bit? Want to talk to you about something." He said all serious.

"No, of course not." You replied back.

Niall got out the car first and retrieved your suitcase and dress bag from the boot. Rooting around in your bag for your keys to your flat you suddenly felt nervous at the prospect of the conversation he wanted to have with you.

"Want me to put these in your room?" Niall asked you as you walked across the threshold.

"Um, yes please."

Making your way into the kitchen you dropped your bag down on the kitchen table along with your phone and cup.

"So....." He said as he walked into the kitchen looking slightly nervous.

"So?" You replied smiling nervously.

An hour ago you were laughing about Rachel quizzing you and yet now he looked nervous as hell.

"So um I thought I better find out if we are on the same page with stuff before we go back to work tomorrow. Things are.......let's just say things are busy at work and I really........um.......just want to know where we are exactly, I don't want it to be awkward around each other or anything."

Your heart sank.

Your mouth went dry.

Awkward?

That didn't sound like he wanted anything at all.

God how had you been so stupid?

Of course this wasn't anything serious, it was clearly a bit of fun to reminisce about your past together. You both knew you had no self control around each other.

"I'll have to tell Michael and Gerry about us."

"What? Why?"

"There's a lot of stuff going on at work that you don't seem aware of and I can't be in a relationship with you and not tell them about it."

"Wait, What?"

"There's restructure and some other things I can't tell you about going on at the moment and I can't be seen to be biased about you. I'll need to be honest with them."

He wanted a relationship with you?

Your shocked and confused face must have said a thousand things because he was starting to look confused to.

"Ok, am I reading this wrong and making a fool of myself?" He asked you his voice laced with the worry of impending embarrassment.

"No....I just thought...... I thought that you were going to say let's forget about this weekend."

"Why would you think that? Is that what you want because I thought this weekend was the start of something again for us."

He looked hurt by the situation he had found himself in.

"No no....I...." You started but he cut you off.

"We literally had sex this morning. Oh fuck, is that what you really were laughing with Rachel about?!"

"No, of course not!"

He looked distraught at the thought. This had escalated way out of control.

"I want something with you. I've never stopped loving you. I just.....a second ago I thought you were giving me the brush off and then you started talking about Michael and Gerry and........ I got confused. I just....." You were close to tears as the words came flooding out.

"You still love me?" He said his eyes glossy.

You nodded and let the tears fall, your body betraying you when you were trying to be strong.

"And do you want to be with me?" He asked his voice wobbling slightly.

You nodded again as a little sob came out.

He took the few steps across the room to you then, wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

"Why would you even think that I would want to forget about this weekend?" He said as he cupped your face.

"I don't know, you were saying about it being awkward at work and my mind just went off."

"It'll only be awkward because I'll be thinking about yesterday and how I admitted that I think about you in my office bent over my desk." He smiled at you.

Your eyes lit up at the thought and you smiled.

"I love you to. And I want us to be together." He said softly before he kissed you.

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Niall left an hour later after you'd spoken more about everything. You knew something was going on at work and Niall had let slip about some sort of a restructure. But you hoped that good news of the shopping centre contract might keep you safe. That's if the company decided to go with Gables. Michael had seemed so sure you'd got it when the company representatives had left last week.

You had discussed having a relationship with each other but had both admitted that while work was hectic for both of you that you wouldn't put too much pressure on it. Agreeing to be completely professional at work, no sneaky kisses and definitely not any bending over desks.

Niall left saying that he would speak to Michael and Gerry about it tomorrow.

You began unpacking your suitcase and getting a wash on. After such a big breakfast this morning you really didn't fancy any lunch so instead just snacked on some biscuits while you sat with a coffee that afternoon.

You dropped Rachel a message asking if they had got back home ok and that you hoped they enjoyed their honeymoon. They were heading off to the Maldives early tomorrow morning. She replied saying she was packing and that she would catch up with all the gossip when they got back in ten days time.

Niall messaged you throughout the afternoon and evening to. He was catching up with some work since you'd both been out of the office for the past 3 days but wished he was with you.

Getting into bed that night you were anxious and nervous about tomorrow. What would Michael and Gerry say about you and Niall being together? What the hell was happening at work that Niall was so stressed about? Thankfully after a weekend of late nights and hangovers sleep took over your inner turmoil and you fell asleep.

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It was barely 9am when your office phone rang, it was Joyce, Michael's and now Niall's PA.

"Jessica darling, Joyce here. Michael and Niall would like a chat. Are you free at all?"

"Morning Joyce, I can come now before I plough through these emails if that's ok?"

"That'll be fine. See you in a minute."

"Do you want one of my vanilla lattes from my coffee machine?" You asked her.

"Oooh that'll be lovely darling, Thankyou." She replied.

"See you soon." You said before hanging up.

You walked across the office trying to be as confident as you could, whilst you were secretly dying inside. You weren't sure how they would react to your relationship. It's not like they could say they wouldn't allow it, you were two consenting adults. It was just the fact that you had to admit it to them. Michael had been your boss for 6 years and you absolutely loved him and his wife Annabelle, but you really didn't want to discuss with him the fact that Niall was your boyfriend now.

Boyfriend.

You couldn't imagine ever saying that again.

When things had ended after University all those years ago you didn't think you'd ever get over him. And if you were honest, you never did. The feelings you had for him were always buried deep in your soul, slotted away as a memory.

Never in your wildest dreams did you expect to be starting something with him again. You always assumed he would be married by now.

Greeting Joyce with her vanilla latte, you exchanged pleasantries about the weekend before knocking on Michael's door.

"Come in." You heard Michael say.

When you opened the door you were greeted with Michael, Niall and another man who you presumed to be Gerry.

"Hi Jessica, come in and take a seat."

"Thankyou." You managed to reply. That nervous sick feeling was sitting right in your stomach. Niall smiled at you as you sat down. That was a good sign.

"This is Gerry from Lancaster and Green. He is going to be taking over the company when I leave." Michael said as he gestured to the man sitting the other side of Niall.

"Oh it's nice to meet you finally." You said as you leaned over Niall and shook his hand.

"You to. Michael tells me great things about your work. I hear you killed it with your presentation for the shopping centre contract."

"It was great fun to work on and I think it went well. Fingers crossed they will contact us soon." You replied.

"They did say they would contact us this week actually." Michael said smiling. "Right so the reason we called you in was for a few things actually. First off Niall has informed us that you have started seeing each other outside of work."

Oh god, here we go you thought.

"Um yes, yes we have." You said glancing at Niall.

"You don't need to be nervous Jessica, you are one of my best employees. I know that it won't effect your work, you would never let it."

"No I would never, I love working here."

"And we love having you. I can't say I'm surprised about you two though. Was pretty obvious there was a spark between you both."

You blushed at his words and Michael smiled.

"Niall said that you two were an item at University to. He said it was quite a shock seeing you here at Gables after so long." Gerry added laughing.

How much had Niall told them?

Did he mention how he'd taught you to suck him off properly when you were 18 to!

"Yeah we were, we haven't seen each other since we graduated though. I was a bit shocked to see him walk in!"

"Listen, your relationship is fine. I know you both won't let it interfere with your work." Michael said reassuringly.

"We'd prefer if it wasn't common knowledge amongst the other members of staff." Niall said, it wasn't something you'd spoken about, but you were glad Niall had said it.

"I agree especially with everything going on at the moment." Gerry said.

"Jessie isn't aware of anything." Niall quickly said and you looked from Michael to Gerry to Niall wondering what the hell was going on. Your face said it all. You had no clue what was happening. "I haven't spoken to her about it."

"We didn't think you had, but well Gerry and I were talking when you stepped out a moment ago and we think Jessica should know in light of what else we've discovered."

"I agree." Niall said.

What the hell was going on?

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Sunrise // 21

Author’s note: Sorry, this took so long, again. My health is not the best right now and that's why it took me so long to post. I will try to publish another chapter before the weekend so that everything is up to date. Hope you like this one, have a great day.

PD: The choreo they are doing is this, and the second song is actually played by the inspiration for the character of Xander. Listen to his music that is really good.

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Tes woke up thanks to her body hitting the ground. In a dazed state she looked around and found Daniel laying on his back stretched on the sofa waking up. She looked at him with her sleepy eyes and he was worse than her, or so she believed because she hadn’t seen herself in the mirror. His curls were wild, clothes wrinkled and he was stretching his arms above his head, on one of his arms the patterns of the sofa were marked.

-Why are you on the floor?- His voice was deeper and raspier.

-Because you threw me on the floor.- Tes stretched her back making her bones crack.

Daniel offered his hand to her. -Sorry gorgeous. It wasn’t the intention.

Tes took it and he pulled her on top on him. Her legs between his, her palms on his chest supporting her chin to not hurt him, his fingers tangling in her braids and sweet morning smiles on their faces. -How did you sleeped?

-Perfect, how about you?- Tes asked, closing her eyes pleased.

-Perfect.- He said putting one arm behind his head.

The feeling of his fingers running through her spine made her smile. -I have a question that's been dancing in my brain since yesterday.

He raised an eyebrow. -Shoot.

-What the hell is that beard?- Tes said, making him laugh.

Daniel tilted his head to the back. His laugh sounded through the room. From the spot Tes was lying she could see how the sun rays hit his olive tan skin. His chest vibrated, making her head move at the rhythm.

-Why? You don't like it?- He kept caressing her back. Tes was very aware of how he swiped his hand below her t-shirt and that he was touching her skin but she didn't care because she liked how his warm skin made contrast with her cold one.

Tes' made a face that made him laugh again. -It's not that I don't like it, I'm not a very fan of it because I like your normal beard.

He hummed when he felt her nails drawing the lines of his truck beard. -I will make it go back to normal in a couple of days, don't worry gorgeous.

The pet name on his lips made her smile. She wasn’t very fan of them but the way he called her baby in previous times made her warm inside and this time was the same. -Don't do it for me. If you like it, keep it, I can get used to it. It's your body, your choice.- She said while he moved his arm from his head and intertwined their fingers.

-I shaved it like this just for this race-week, I don't intend to keep it for a long period of time.- She was nodding with her head when her stomach grumbled. Tes opened her eyes big and Daniel laughed. -Forget about the beard, let's get breakfast before you eat me.- Daniel kissed her knuckles and she got up.

After 30 minutes they were entering the diner part of the hotel and a couple of meters from them their friends were having breakfast together and chatting. When they saw them they waved and told them to join them, not that the pair weren't planning on doing it. When the six of them were sitting around the table with their breakfasts their friends were looking at them with smiles on their faces.

-So….you two sleep well?- Blake asked before taking a bite.

-Yep, why?- Daniel’s tone was confused but he didn’t take his eyes off his plate.

-No back pain or anything like that?- Alex asked.

-No...why?- Tes frowned.

-Because neither of you answered their phones, we got worried so we went to your room- Xander was talking but Tes interrupted him.

She opened her eyes big. -You did what?

-As I was saying, we entered your room because we were worried that maybe you killed each other or were kidnapped by aliens.- Tes scoffed and Daniel laughed. -And we found you in a very peculiar position.- Xander finished saying with a funny smile on his face, just like the others.

Michael showed them his phone trying to maint a serious face but failed when Tes and Daniel tilted their heads to the side. -Well, now we know why you fell to the floor.- Daniel said, suppressing a laugh.

-Yeah.- She looked at him. -You.

He looked surprised. -What?

She smiled. -You pushed me Ricciardo, look at the evidence.- She pointed to Michael’s phone. -Beside we already stated that when we woke up.

-Oh that's true.- Daniel said remembering it. -I sleeped pretty comfortably though.

-Yeah, we saw that.- The fourth of them said. -I also notice that you have a tendency to squish me when we sleep.- Tes added.

-Again, it’s not the intention.- Daniel said, clarifying with his index finger and Tes raised an eyebrow. -But, get used to it.- He gave her one of his cheeky smiles making Tes blushed and bit her lip trying so hard to not to laughed but it was going to be an epic fail because he kept wiggling his eyebrows at her and their friends were looking at them with smiles on their faces and their eyes going from one to the other as in a tennis match. Neither of them broke the gaze match or laughed first until Tes, red as a tomate, looked at her plate again hiding her face behind her hair, which was falling like waterfalls. And the four men laughed but Daniel put his arm around her shoulders, brought her closer and kissed her temple.

They had a busy day going from here to there, walking around the city, exploring and trying every ridiculous cowboy hat they saw, they were exhausted but that wasn’t an impediment for Daniel to go out partying on a Monday night. But it wasn’t an impediment for any of them because they were grown ups with jobs that allowed them to do that on a Monday night, or at least go out to party for a few hours.

First Daniel said something like, “We are going out tonight”, more like a statement but when Tes looked at him with a brow raised without understanding Daniel went back in his words and rephased, “You want to go out tonight with me and the boys?”. That was so sweet to Tes, but at the same time it was something so normal. So she said yes and smiled. And that was the reason why she had ended up in a Texan bar half empty on a Monday night.

The six of them were sitting around a table chatting about their experiences around the world, one from the music side and the others from the race side. What they liked about some countries and what not, the food and things like that. Daniel had his arm stretched on Tes' chair and his fingers were playing with her hair while Tes was tapping her fingers on his knee at the rhythm of the song playing in the background.

Glasses of beer on the table, food and candles. They were having a good time, relaxing after having a really moving weekend for the six of them. The few in the bar were in their world, nobody seemed to know who they were and if they did they didn’t do anything about it. People started arriving and one of the waitress told them that in a couple of minutes the bat would became a club, and when she saw that none of the six of them understood what she was saying the girl told them that that was what the bar does, after certain hour it became a country dancing club, they stopped serving food and started serving only drinks. After the girl left them alone, they looked at each other deciding what to do.

-I don’t care what we do. It’s the same for me.- Alex was the first to speak and get off the hook.

Blake did the same, Michael and Xander said that they could use some time to party and the only ones left to speaked were Daniel and Tes.

-What do you want to do?- Daniel asked, moving in his seat to face her.

Tes knew very well what Daniel wanted, after all that was the whole point of going out that day, but he was taking in consideration what she wanted to do. -Let’s stay. It could be fun.

-Are you sure? Because if you don’t want to, we could go back to the hotel and let them here.- Daniel said pointing at their friends but looking at her.

-You won yesterday and didn’t go out to party because you stayed listening to me. If you want to stay and party we would do that, you deserved a good time off after yesterday's explendid events. And I know you want to so we are going to do that.- Daniel raised an eyebrow wanting confirmation from her. -I’m dead sure, don’t worry.- He smiled and kissed her temple again. Seeing that their friends were talking without noticing them, she leant closer to his ear brushing her lips on his earlobe and her hand moving a little higher on his leg. -Besides, seeing you in full cowboy mode it’s something I look forward to.- Daniel gulped at her declarations and Tes giggled a little, then kissed his cheek slowly and moved apart winking at him.

Daniel's eyes darkened and Tes wet her lips unconsciously. He moved his fingers gently on her arm, making her feel goosebumps. He smiled and shook his head slowly. -Believe me, you are going to see it.- Tes laughed, grabbed her glass and while she was drinking she winked at him again. Daniel looked at her in awe.

After a couple of minutes people started arriving and country songs started sounding more frequent. They were all moving their head at the sound of the songs, Blake, Michael and Daniel talking; Alex taking photos of the people dancing and the club; Xander tapping his foot on the floor while talking with Tes. All kinds of songs sounded, the hurtful ones, the love ones, the classic ones, the rock ones, the happy ones. People dancing in the middle of the dance floor with cowboy hats and boots. When a specific song started playing Alex, Xander and Tes almost snapped their necks looking at each other.

-No.- Xander said with a serious face.

-Yes.- Tes said, smiling nodding with her head.

-No.- Alex said, shaking his head.

Daniel, Michael and Blake looked at them confused. -What’s happening?- One of them akd Daniel.

-I have no idea.- He said looking at how Tes continued nodding with her head while her friends did the opposite.

-Tesla. No. Fucking. Way.- Xander said word by word. Michael and Blake frown at the full name.

-Xander. Yes. Way.- She copied her friend and got up.

-Never in a million years woman.- Alex added, trying so hard to not be caught by her.

-Alex, yes.- She grabbed both of their arms and dragged them to the dance floor. More like they let her drag them because her small size couldn't drag the giants Xander and Alex were, eventhogut Alex was centimeters lower than Xander, in comparison to her. -You will love to see this.- She screamed at the trio left behind.

Fake ID by Big - Rich started playing, she stood on the dance floor with them by her side and started dancing to the rhythm of the song. Her fingers grabbing the hook of her jeans, her long hair moving gracefully with the movements of her body, even when she tilted her head back laughing at the grumpy faces of her friends, they clapped when everybody clapped. Daniel was mesmerized with the way her hips moved from side to side and she was well aware of that, Tes could feel his burning gaze on her. She moved knowing well every step of the choreo. In one of the turns she moved her hips more slowly and winked at Daniel making him parted his lips, thing that didn’t go unnoticed to his friends. She danced a little more and then jumped with Xander and Alex laughing. At the end they walked back to the table and three beers were waiting for them.

The trio clapped at them laughing. -I didn’t know you could move like that Alex.- Michael joked.

-Shut up.- He said while drinking his beer.

-Care to put context?- One of them said and Xander rolled his eyes.

-When the last Footloose came out she was obsessed with it and made us learn the dance so every time that song comes we have to do it.- Xander said glaring at Tes, who was smiling like a little kid next to Daniel's chair.

-Any other dance that you know of that I need to be aware of?- Daniel said, pinching her leg.

-You would have to find out.- She said, moving her eyebrows, making him laugh. -Thanks for the beer.- She kissed his forehead.

After a couple more songs he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. The song that was playing made the couple go to the dance floor too. Daniel put his hands on her waist, intertwined his fingers there making soft circles in the skin of her back. His cold ring touched her skin. Tes put her hands on his neck touching his hair. Looking at each other's eyes, Tes had to tilt her head backwards to look at him better under the lights on the dance floor.

They were moving at the rhythm of the song. I am a dreamer at heart with my soul on the fast lane. That part at the beginning of the song went perfect with Daniel. Tes could learn a lot of how Daniel chooses to live his life.

I still get that first time feeling when you say my name. I like how it rolls, like honey off of your tongue. It was true, every time Tes said his name or his nickname Dan he felt like a teenager all over again even when they kissed. He still remembers the way she said his last name months ago when they were talking on the phone after Zandvoort, actually he remembers every time she said it.

I like how it rolls, when we’re skin on skin. Daniel would love to hear his name roll out of her lips, those lips he could kiss all day every day, while all his skin was in contact with hers. Day into night into day again. Tes wondered if she was lucky, if fate was on her side, to be able to wake up and go to sleep next to him every single day. Just like that day in England with his hands hugging her waist or just like that morning when she was on top of him feeling how his chest moved with his morning laugh. Like sunrise into moonlight. She wanted to witness all the sunrises with him, in his apartment in the kitchen, on the beach between his legs, no matter where as long as he was there. This life when you’re all mine.

Daniel made her twirl around and then she did the same to him, they laughed. Hips moving in sink. One of his hands moved from her waist to her neck, making her tilted her head back and looked him in the eyes. A smile plastered on their faces, loving eyes, and cozy feelings on their chest. The look they were sharing was worth more than a million words, or maybe more than those three little words.

After that day in the bar, they spent three more days in Austin and then they flew to Los Angeles because they would spend halloween with some friends of Daniel. In the airport they said goodbye to Xander and Alex, who were flying back to Monaco, and Michael, who was flying back too to his partner. So it was Daniel, Tes and Blake going to LA. When they arrived his friends were waiting for them and when they saw that she was by his side they cheered, even one of them paid the other.

Tes and Daniel would be staying in the apartment he had there, not in the house she used to live in. Reason one, because he offered and two because it didn't occur to her until she arrived at his apartment. Daniel made a mental promise to himself to be aware of her reactions and actions because after all that she told him, he had an idea what could mean for her to be there. Besides the look he shared with her two friends when they were saying goodbye at the airport.

His friends treat her as if she was one of their own, joked with her and enjoyed telling embarrassing stories about him. A couple of them had kids and he played with them from time to time when they went to him asking him if he could join them. Tes didn’t celebrate Halloween in years, so her costume was improvised while Daniel went all for it. Her costume wasn’t scary and it didn’t show more than necessary. Daniel had contributed with the socks part, giving her a pair that almost reached her knees from how high they were.

They had a very fun time, they went trick or treating with the kids and Daniel even suggested putting a little costume on Nyx, the cat. He ended up a little drunk dancing “provatic” according to him in the middle of the road moving his cowboy hat winking at her. His friends, who were more drunk than him, encouraged him in his harmless shenanigans. He ended up with his face full of the little make up she had on her face because he stole kisses from her every time he had the chance and if he didn’t have the chance he simply made an excuse to come closer to her and steal a kiss. The night ended up with her a little tipsy watching him as he carried his drunk ass around the apartment dancing a little on his way to the room and losing clothing on the way there with her hot on his heels.

She found him trying to get his clothes off but he was falling miserable. The pins in his jeans overall were making his task very difficult in his drunk state. So she walked closer to him, slapped his hand away and helped him. -You are trying to undress me missy?- His hot alcoholic breath hitting her nose.

-No, I’m trying to help you get comfortable to sleep.- Her tipsy state made her task a little slower or maybe it was her brain letting her enjoy the view.

-Because if you want to undress me, heads up, I will let you do it anytime you want.- Daniel said while he brought her closer to him and hid his nose in her neck, inhaling her scent.

-That's very thoughtful of you, thank you very much.- Tes moved her head to the side when she felt him kissing her neck to give him more space, his beard tickling her. Daniel kissed every inch of her neck and that particular space where he could feel her pulse making her moan.

Bingo! Daniel had found that weak spot in her neck. And all his body temperature got higher when her moan reached his ears. His hand travelled from her waist to her neck, and in that moment Tes realised that she loved every time he did that, and moved her head as he pleased to give him the room he wanted to kiss where he wanted in her neck. And she let him be, without complaining but that route was a two way road. While he was so focused on her neck, leaving kisses and bites here and there. She made him walk backwards to the bed and made him sit there. In seconds she was straddling him, his hands on her ass and her hands bringing his face closer to her. Tes looked at him, her eyes traveling on every centimeter of his face, absorbing every detail. And Daniel found a new glow there, which he loved and vowed to make sure it would always be there as long as he was in his life. Tes moved a little closer very damn slow and Daniel closed his eyes and anticipation but when her lips never made contact with his opened them up and saw her smiling mischievously so he pulled her closer by her neck and kissed her.

Contrary to all his kisses they shared this was not tender, or delicate, or playful or a short kiss like those of that night at the party, not at all. This was desperate, hot and rough. Unconsciously, she began to move her hips against his frixing. The moans began to come out of her lips but when the clothes began to get in the way she separated a little from him putting her hand on his chest. Daniel stopped and looked at her immediately.

-What’s wrong? Are you all right?- She nodded with her head, and even if he wanted to pay all his attention to her it was really hard because all his attention was on her lips that were swollen from kissing. He was loving them more than usual.

-It’s just that...I….-Tes was struggling with words and Daniel frowned.

He brushed her hair away from her eyes and kissed the tip of her nose. -Hey, whatever is on your head right now it’s okay. Talk to me baby.

Tes looked at him in the eyes and her brain screamed at her to be sincere with him. -I’m a little tipsy and you too, a little more than me, and it’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you becuase, trust me, I want but I don’t want it to be like that.- Daniel tilted his head to the side. -I’m not saying that I want a bed full of roses or something like that, not at all, I just want to be fully sober to enjoy it 100%.- He wasn’t saying anything and she started to freak up so she tried to get off his lap to walk to the door. -Please don’t be mad at me, please.

But Daniel pulled her closer to him again. -Hey, hey.- He saw the look on her eyes, that afraid look he saw that time they were “arguing” in the park, and his blood boiled. He loosened his grip on her and moved his hands to her face, cupping her face. Noticing how she was breathing irregularly. -I’m not mad and I don't have the right to get mad at you if you don’t want to have sex with me right now. It’s a decision you make and I will always respect it, no matter what.

Tes looked at him in disbelief and unsure. -Are you sure? You mean it?

Daniel wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let her go and at the same time he wanted to haunt her shitty lame ex boyfriend and give him a piece of his mind and in the process bring Xander and Alex so they could, also, give him a piece of their minds. But he couldn’t do the latter option, he wasn’t a violent man. So he went with the first one, he would be everything that dude wasn’t, do everything he didn’t and make her happy as he couldn’t.

He smiled tenderly at her and nodded. -I’m 100% sure and I really mean it.- He saw the doubt in her eyes so he reassured her by giving her a kiss on the forehead. Tes hugged him by the neck, Daniel drew patterns on her back. After a while he heard how she was breathing peacefully and her grip on him wasn’t that strong anymore. He faced her again and she fell asleep. -Baby come on, let’s get your makeup off so you can get ready to go to bed, okay?- In a sleepy state she nodded with her head.

Truth be told Daniel wasn’t that drunk but he was going to tell that. He got up with her legs around his waist but he secured her by putting one palm on her ass and the other on back. Her head on his shoulder and her arms around his neck, her hot breath hitting in that stop that made Daniel weak on his knees. He walked carrying her to the bathroom in his room, he made her sit on the bathroom counter. The imagine in front of him was so fucking cute that Daniel almost took a picture. Tes in her sleepy state rubbing her eye with a little pout in her lips. Daniel grabbed the makeup wipes from where she had left them when she was doing her makeup before the party, cupped her face and started passing it gently on her face. Tes had her eyes closed and a little smile.

He kissed her lips sweetly. -Make up, off. Where are your pjs?- Tes frowned thinking but didn’t open her eyes.

-Under the pillow I think.- He nodded.

-Okay, don’t fall. I will be right back.- Daniel ran to the room, grabbed her pajamas and entered the bathroom again. Tes was frozen in her place, she didn’t move an inch. -Here, you want me to go out so you can change?- She shook her head.

-No, relax. Stay if you want.- She opened her eyes and took off her t-shirt. The bottom part of her costume was in fact her pajamas so the only thing that she had to put was the t-shirt. In her bra Tes stretched her hand to Daniel so he could give her the t-shirt but he walked to her, stood between her legs and shook his head.

-Up.- Daniel pointed to her arms and she did it without understanding. -Good girl.- Tes blushed and Daniel grinned. He passed the t-shirt through her arms and head, the back of his fingers caressing her skin from her collarbones to her waist. The eye contact never broke and Tes could swore that in that moment she would become lava. -All done, baby.- He kissed her cheek and said in a low tone. He offered his hand to her to get off where she was and she took it. They walked hand in hand back to the room.

Dan took off his clothes and put on a simple short. He wasn’t a muscular man because he had to fit in his car seat but goddamnit he was tone in all the right places and Tes wanted to run her fingers in every muscle in his body. -Off to sleep missy, come on.- Daniel opened the covers and got under them, Tes following suit. He brought her closer to his body and kissed her forehead. -Good dreams baby.

-Bye Danny.- She placed a kiss where his clavicles meet. And Daniel smiled at the nickname and the tender gesture of the kiss.

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Oh, hey. So. What about a continuation of Come Rain or Shine? “You’re Carrie’s Logan?” “Lilly’s Veronica?” Ummmm ya we need more of that world.

Title: Happy Together, Unhappy Together (a continuation from this fic I wrote five years ago, holy moly what is time??!!) Rating: PG-13 for some swears and kinda some smut glitter Pairing: Logan Echolls/Veronica Mars (mentions of Lilly Kane/Carrie Bishop) Additional Tags: Logan and Veronica probably being schmoopier than acceptable, pillow talk and nonsense Word Count: 910 *** This one is dedicated both to @ayy-ohh and @jjmazzy because in a total brain meld they each requested it approximately 10-minutes apart from one another. It was very difficult to reacquaint myself w/ this little universe so I worry L/V are totally different people from the first fic, but *shrugs*.

Also, there is a lot I left on the cutting room floor (approximately 2,000 words worth) because most of it was trash. I’ll post little snippets of the cuttings in my author room on the VM Fic Club discord if you’re interested.

Have I stalled enough? *** Carrie and Lilly’s wedding ceremony begins at 5:00 PM. By 5:33 PM, vows are exchanged. The first platters of champagne make their rounds in the largest ballroom at the Neptune Grande at 6:30 PM. Right around 6:55 PM, Veronica Mars makes a terrible first impression (or, depending on who you ask, second impression) on Logan Echolls. And by 10:41 PM, her bra is off, her dress is hitched up around her waist, and Logan has her pressed up against the wall of his hotel suite.

(Okay, so that leaves almost four hours unaccounted for. She realizes that. It’s just that Logan’s mouth is doing something pretty great at the juncture between her neck and shoulder and—holy shit did she just moan?—so she can’t really be expected to give an accurate accounting of every minute of the wedding reception. Can she?)

She wakes up the following morning to the sight of Logan’s naked back, his limbs akimbo and cheek pressed into his pillow. It is painfully cute and Veronica has every intention of doing something about it but first, bathroom. She brushes her teeth, pulls her hair back into a messy top-knot, and helps herself to one of the bathrobes hanging on the door. Back in the suite, Logan hasn’t moved. She stands by her impulse from when she first woke up. The impulse that was something along the lines of again, now!

It’s just—

She also wants breakfast.

She’s perusing the room service breakfast menu when there’s a knock on the suite door. She ensures her robe is tied and by the time she makes it to the door, looks through the little peephole, there’s a breakfast cart waiting for her to collect.

Well, she’s not going to say no to that.

Logan wakes up as she pours herself coffee.

��Morning,” he says. His voice is deliciously gruff and reminds her of the aforementioned again, now! thought. Then there’s the hair which sticks up ten different ways. He runs a hand through it, making it even more of a mess.

(There was a moment last night, where he was propped up against the headboard, she was in his lap, fistfuls of his hair in her grip as he—)

She focuses on her coffee, stirring the cream and sugar until it’s the perfect color of brown. “When did you manage this?” she asks.

“When you were in the shower last night.”

“God, you’re good.”

“I know.”

“Conceited.”

“Self-assured.” Logan gets out of bed and settles behind her. He rests one hand on her hip and uncovers the breakfast plates. “Sweet or savory?”

“Sweet.”

The hand on her hip bunches up her robe, and she feels Logan press his smile into the crook of her neck. God. This is going to be a problem. He is going to be a problem for her.

Breakfast is a peculiar affair. Peculiar in that Veronica would never think to describe morning afters as easy. But this one is.

She eats blueberry pancakes and bacon, all while she and Logan joke and jibe about the wedding the night before. They can’t joke about how happy both Lilly and Carrie looked, though.

“They’re going to make it. Right?”

Logan nods as he takes a sip of his coffee. “They’re going to make it.”

“Speaking of couples—”

“—Oh, you already think of us as a couple?”

“Logan.”

“Do I get a pin or a letterman’s jacket?”

She pinches his nipple.

“Ouch,” he says, batting her hand away. “You’re a pest.”

She shrugs, not denying it. “Speaking of couples,” she tries again, “word is going to get back to Lilly and Carrie about what we told Duncan.”

“Oh no, Sandy! Whatever will we do?” She goes to pinch him again and he smacks her hand away. “Be nice.”

“You don’t think that is a problem? That our best-friends are going to hear we told my ex we were dating?”

“We’ll explain it to them.”

“Oh.” She runs a finger through the syrup on her plate. “Yeah, that’s logical.”

“And you find logic to be disappointing?”

She sighs. “I think I like you.”

Logan moves the plate away from where it sits separating them and scoots closer. Their knees touch and he runs his hands over her bare thighs, up under her robe. “I would hope so.” He tucks a strand of hair that’s fallen from her top knot behind her ear. “Because if what you did to me last night is what you do to people you don’t like?”

She pushes at his shoulder and he reaches up to keep her hand there. “Veronica.” She curls her fingers like a fist. Presses that fist into Logan’s skin.

Her name on his lips is sotto voce. Like a secret. She leans forward and rests her forehead on his chest. “What?”

“Maybe let’s try?”

“I live in San Francisco,” she tells his sternum.

“I know that.”

“You live in San Diego.”

“I also know that.” She looks up at him. “I also know that I am very rich.”

“Why do I know so many rich people?”

“It’s a 90 minute flight.”

“Think of the greenhouse gas emissions.”

“Veronica.” The way he says her name is part rebuke, part plea. It’s tempting to ignore it. Insist it’s a dumb idea to start a relationship with 500 miles between them. Only, she doesn’t want to.

“Okay.” She kisses the space above his heart. “Maybe let’s try.”

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withabackpackandcamera · 2 years

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October 14th, 2021

Day 13: A Day Full of Castles and Museum

This morning, the only reason we woke up earlier than 10am was because we wanted to make it to the hotel breakfast. Otherwise, we would’ve just slept in to recharge our very low batteries despite all the plans we had made to wake up early to get an early start. Sometimes, waking up early when you’re weary is just not realistic. Anyhow, the hotel breakfast this morning was OK. It was a continental breakfast with a little more variety and stuff than usual. Once we were done at breakfast, we headed out for the train station to buy our Swiss Travel Flex Pass for use on 8 nonconsecutive days.

Once we had purchased our passes, we changed the plans we had originally settled on yesterday evening. Instead of taking the Gornergratbahn today to the top of the mountains and hiking, we decided to get out of Zermatt and explore another nearby town and its museums to make the most of our train pass for the day. The original plan was to visit Sion and see all of the museums there that offered free admission with our Swiss Travel Pass. But because it was a nice day and we had unlimited free train rides today and Cynthia really wanted to check out the Chateau de Chillon (even though we had originally decided to skip Chateau de Chillon because of how far it was from the places we were planning to go), we changed our mind and took the train far past Sion to Veytaux to see Chateau de Chillon, the picturesque medieval castle sitting on the edge of Lake Geneva.

It was funny that I found myself back at Chateau de Chillon because it was actually my second time seeing this castle. The first time I saw the castle was back in 2013 when I was backpacking through Switzerland as I made my way through Europe. At the time, I didn’t have money I was willing to spend on a castle visit so I never entered and, instead, looked around the outside castle walls and took photos of the picturesque dock right outside of the castle (a photo that now hangs on my apartment wall as a canvas). So it was nice to return to Chateau de Chillon and actually enjoy the experience of exploring the castle, its architecture, and its history. And it was awesome roaming through the halls and staircases of the surprisingly large castle for a good two hours and reading all about its history, its tenants, and its importance to the area.

We could’ve spent much more time at the castle but because we still wanted to make it to Sion in time to see some museums there, we rushed through the end of our castle tour in order to catch one of the infrequent trains back to Sion. We arrived in Sion around 4pm. With the museums that we wanted to visit set to close around 5pm, we ran from the train station through town to the nature museum first because it was the closest of the museums. Because all of the infographics and information placards were in French (and because I didn’t realize that I had been handed an English pamphlet translating all of that information), we breezed through the museum and its different animal exhibits in about 15 minutes, giving us plenty of time to hit up the art museum located right around the corner. Again, with very little time (about 30 minutes to be exact), we sped through the 8 or so different floors and exhibits of art, taking some time every now and then to enjoy and appreciate the art installations and paintings. Whew, what whirlwind museum stops today! But luckily, we saw what we needed to see and made the most of an activated travel pass day!

After the museum visits, we strolled through the streets of downtown Sion and enjoyed how different this town looked and felt compared to Zermatt. A nice addition to the day’s random itinerary. Before long, we got very hungry. We walked around looking for affordable places for dinner and ultimately stopped at La Regal’ette Creperie Bretonne. Though expensive, the crepes we ordered (the Crepe Armen (scrambled eggs, cheese, ham, and mushrooms) and Crepe Bigoudene (mozzarella, spicy salami, tomatoes, and basil)) were pretty good.

The rest of the evening was spent taking the train back into Zermatt. Once we were home, we called it a night with plans to get up at a reasonable hour tomorrow to give ourselves enough time to enjoy some mountain adventures.

5 Things I Learned/Observed Today:

1. During the Savoyard epoch, the Chillon region was rich and populated. The local population would pay the lord at the castle taxes and dues and usually these taxes were paid in the way of food items and drinks, especially wine. Because of its great and strategic location, the castle itself served as a crossing point and trading post for many. For example, it was an important tollgate on the route between Lombardy (in northern Italy) and France. Many merchants would cross through this area and pay their tolls and taxes in order to transport their goods, which consisted of anything from wool and linens to metal and wax objects to dried herring and salt.

2. In Chillon Castle and other medieval castles, the primary function of latrines was for the disposal of human excrement and other waste matter. At Chillon Castle, there were two types of latrines: latrines with an internal outlet and bay-window latrines. Each had its advantages and disadvantages in case of an attack on the castle. Latrines with an internal outlet had the advantage of being completely concealed within the thickness of the wall and only offered minimum weak points for assailants; however, its disadvantage came from the possibility of it being used as a means of entry for enemies who were brave enough to climb through poop and waste to get into the castle (Chillon Castle didn’t have this issue since the outlets led right into the lake waters). As for bay-window latrines, their advantages came from its usefulness in providing a firing position for those within the castle; however, it was also a weak point in the castle’s defense system because it provided enemies with a foothold for climbing the castle walls and made for an obvious target for bombardment.

3. Different types of body protection and armor for soldiers changed with time based on what people were hit or shot at with. For example, chain mail armor and mail hauberk were helpful against arrows and sharp-edged weapons but became obsolete once people figured out how to fire stuff at you with gunpowder. Yeah, I can see how gunpowder could spark a change in fighting fashion.

4. For the Swiss Travel Pass, in order to get free admission into the museums that allow free entry with the Swiss Travel Pass, you must go to the museums on a validated or confirmed travel day. So if you plan to use it on a day you don’t plan to travel around, you either can’t go to the museum for free or you’ll use up a travel day. Be careful with your planning so that you can maximize your dedicated travel days without wasting any opportunities.

5. Sometimes, the train guy (maybe he’s the conductor?) stamps holes into the date you wrote down for designated travel. That’s probably how they keep track of what days you’ve used on your Swiss Travel Pass if you have a non-electronic, paper ticket.

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bxllafanficc · 3 years

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¡Skate/sing your hearts out! (Yuri Plisetsky x reader)

(part one)

part two part three part four part five. Find the rest on; Masterlist

Summary: After last year's cancellation of Figure Skating Grand Prix, Yuri Plisetsky finds himself unable to bring out his inner skater after a year of doing nothing but enjoy life like a regular teenager. That's when you enter the picture; We Are Voice Grand Awards's currently hottest competitive vocalist come first place two years in a row. Just like the other competitors of Grand Prix, it turns out that Victor and Yuuri faces the same issue. With an arrangement between Victor and Yakov, they agree to travel to Japan and hire you as a mutual coach for Yuri and Yuuri to help bring back the emotion into their performances like before, maybe even more intense than ever. Yuri however, who's never experienced issues with his coaches before, for some reason finds this one particularly difficult to coexist along with in their (reasonably) odd partnership. Warnings: none

*Yuri's POV*

"Remind me once again why we're going to Japan? It's clear you'd never take us there just because you miss Victor and I know by experience that it's not because of his apprentice."

First class flight like usual. The view out the airplane window of the sparkling city at nighttime below them would stun anybody but at this point, Yuri has traveled so many times it's only become regular sights and the lights of the streets are only plain colored spots in a dark void to him these days. One thing he will never feel comfortable with though is staying in the same seat for hours on end until the airplane arrives at its destination. His legs are itching from wanting to move around. He'll just have to jog it off back on the ground like every other trip in the past.

"You'll be spending some time with Yuuri Katsuki and Victor the following weeks to gain your fighting spirit back. You need to get back in touch with your emotions, remember?" Yakov slightly turned his posture towards the Russian skater beside him, folding his newspaper in half and putting it in his lap.

He only nodded with a slight hum. He could see Yakov's reasoning, some parts of it at least. He HAD been lacking in emotional performance ever since the new year began and it was time to get back into the mindset of winning yet another Grand Prix gold medal like last year. No, not last year. Last year's competition was cancelled after a minor pandemic spread through Russia and the nearby regions. In fear of the virus spreading, all competitions cancelled and larger crowded areas were forbidden to take place. Therefore Yuri's only been able to practice by himself and keeping himself fit for a possible competition next year. But a year of doing nothing can really change your spirit and afraid to admitting it to his coach, he's been missing several opportunities to hit the rink and stayed home watching anime or scrolled through social media instead.

But one thing he doesn't get is how Victor and Yuuri are gonna make him get his mindset in the right track again. He already won his first gold medal at his senior debut and he doubt that the Japanese skater will be in any better condition than Yuri's currently in right now. Pig-man must've been in a much worse state considering his boo Victor had to stay in Russia during the pandemic, unable to keep an eye on Yuuri's routines.

"Besides, there's a little surprise waiting for you where you'll be staying with the two of them. It better work out fine or else I'm out of ideas."

That caught his attention to say the least.

"Well if it's supposed to save me from the deep end then why be so secretive and hushy with it? Spill the news, Yakov."

The old man only grunted and picked up his newspaper once again and hid his face behind it. Well now he really wanted to know what it was. Clearly he would have to make some effort. Soon the article about a Russian charity event taking place this weekend got replaced with a clenched fist going straight through the back of the paper. Yuri expected some kind of reaction but Yakov only sighed and leaned back in his seat without even a flinch.

"It's no surprise if I tell you. I promised Victor to keep it a secret."

"Tell me."

"No."

Yuri groaned and folded his arms with a sour glare. The display in the ceiling told the traveler's that it was 10 minutes until landing so he gave up his attempts and let his eyes rest for a while. At least he would find out tomorrow, he assumed. It was 2am and he would be staying at a hotel close to the airport since it was too late to make rest of the trip in one day.

Yuri was out with the speed of a lightning bolt the second the plane doors opened. He sped past everyone before him and he didn't stop when he finally got outside. His feet carried him to run circles around the plane meanwhile he was waiting for Yakov to get out the normal way. It's a silly habit of his and he knows he looks stupid doing it but his coach has given him strict orders to not run away at one random direction like used to do at first. It would take like half an hour for him to be found once he took off, but only if he got lost.

"Yuri! Get over here!"

Well, there's his cue to get ready and head to the hotel. Finally he's able to get some sleep before he's forced to wake up early at dawn to head to Hot Springs and meet the two most annoying people in Japan.

...

He didn't even have time to eat breakfast. He overslept and got rushed to the cab with an angry Yakov behind him, newspaper folded tightly in his fist. The trip through the beautiful Japan would've been pleasant if Yuri hadn't dozed off every 10 seconds. He didn't get much sleep after all. He spent at least three hours thinking about the special surprise and raiding the free mini bar before he finally got to rest. At 8am he was woken up with banging on the door and now, at 10am, he was standing at the entrance of Hot Springs waiting for Yuuri's mom to announce their arrival. She hurried away somewhere with her usual bubbly happy self that Yuri had no idea how a person could be so... not moody all day long.

The place was as crowded with customers as last time and the two Russians were told to step inside to the more private parts of the building where the family lived along with Victor at the moment.

"Victor! How come my brand new lotion is used? You smelled a suspicious amount of peaches and wild berries at breakfast and there's no point denying it!" A fairly soft and modulated voice was heard from somewhere to the left where the private shower stalls were located. A couple seconds later a giggly Victor and Yuuri came through the direction of the living room and greeted Yuri with happy cheers. The slender white haired Russian caught Yakov in a bear hug, much to the old man's surprise. Yuuri extended his hand towards Yuri but Yuri didn't give any effort in taking it.

"Food. I'm starving."

Yuuri dropped his hand with a light blush but Victor pouted and let go of his former coach. Strong and clingy arms were suddenly wrapped around his chest and he couldn't breathe.

"So unpolite... Yuriooo we've missed you! Haven't you missed us?"

Yuri thrashed like a fish caught in a net and tried to hit the arms of the bastard trapping him. Yuuri joined in, only to get a kick in the hip. His stomach growled angrily and the endless void in his body didn't lighten up the experience a bit.

"Let go you old man! You too piglet!"

"I hoped you'd say it out loud but I know that deep down you've been missing us, Yuriii." Victor went to whisper in his ear with pouty lips but was swatted away by a backhand in his face. That finally caused him to let go and Yuri jumped out of reach for the two males.

"Hm... Or not." The expression he got from Victor was sad and pouty and the man earned a hand on his shoulder, put there by Yuuri. Yuri could only sigh and shake his head.

"Victor! Did you steal my shampoo too?! I will- Oh? What now?" Yuri turned around abruptly by the unfamiliar yet familiar voice behind him. His eyes widened.

The girl was standing to the left of the hall, seemingly coming from the shower. A curious hand rested against the wall beside her and her face was covered in a grey clay face mask, a toothbrush lazily hanging from the corner of her lips. Her (h/c) eyes glistened with mild shock along with her mouth hanging slightly open.

"You are early... Victor, you told me they would arrive at 1pm1!" She pointed a strict finger at the tall man who scratched the back of his head with a hesitant laugh. Her eyes narrowed and she grabbed her toothbrush. Because even if she was standing unprepared in front of two strangers, she would at least not forget to brush her teeth in the process, as you do.

Yuri might've considered it normal if it wasn't for that she was almost naked. Two towels were the only fabric hiding her, one wrapped around her dripping figure and the other tied up in her hair.

"Yeah, about that! I kind of mixed up the time of their arrival and your meeting with the press, that's, by the way now when I think of it, not actually cancelled but later today. Silly of me to forget, right?"

She eyed him as though her bullshit meter was ticking in the red zone and let out a huff. Yuri had to advert his gaze when it suddenly felt intruding to eye her the way he did. He also turned away because a light tint of pink was creeping up his cheeks.

"Right. Thanks for the early update. I appreciate it, really. I'll be with you again in 30 minutes. Don't wait up for me." And with that, she was gone. The silence of the men maintained for a few moments until Yuuri coughed with an awkward smile, his red cheeks still visible even after the girl had disappeared. 'It's a little weird to blush at your almost naked sister' he thought.

"So food, right? Mom is preparing pork cutlet bowls for you, Yurio, since she remembered how much you liked them last time-" He didn't have to say it twice. Yuri was off to the dining area before the man even finished saying 'pork cutlet bowl'.

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heartbreakgrill · 4 years

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New Beginnings; Calum Hood

Calum was curled up on the couch in the dressing room, attempting to sleep despite the noise emitting from Luke’s Bluetooth speaker and, well, all of his bandmate’s mouths. They had had to leave the hotel at 5:45 that morning in order to do press prior to sound check and the show.

You, however, did not have to wake up as early as 4:30 am. You had heard his alarm clock pull him out from underneath him. He gently nudged you off of his chest before shuffling to the shower. Though it was his tour, his hotel room, his career, he never turned on any lights or made much noise. He ensured that you, his flower, were able to sleep well.

He had woken you up before he left the room in order say to goodbye: “Baby?” He pressed his fingers into your shoulder, sitting where he normally lay.

You rolled back over to face him, squinted eyes tired from sleep. “Have a good day at press,” you murmured as you pulled yourself up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held tightly to him while he encircled your back.

As he pulled away, you kissed his cheek, and then he caught your lips on his own. “Love you,” he bid goodbye.

You replied with the three sweet words before falling back asleep. You woke back up when they were entering their second interview. Then, you spent the morning with Sierra and Crystal, getting breakfast, visiting a few shops on your end of the city. You headed back to the arena about the same time sound check ended. Sierra held the door to the boys’ dressing room open for you and you thanked her.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Calum dit himself down onto the couch, where he was now curled up and trying to sleep. You had tried to give him space, knowing how tired he was, but when he opened his eyes to roll around five minutes later, he noticed you. He didn’t move around much, just reached out his hands and made grabby motions with his fingers. You grinned, setting down your purse and jacket next to Calum’s own items, and shuffled over to him.

He sat up so that you could sit under him, his head moving to rest in your lap. You held him in your arms, feeling him nuzzle into your embrace. Soon, his breathing evened and he became deadweight on top of you. Your fingers subconsciously tangled in his hair, brushing through tangled softly and curling out pieces that were trying to form their own ringlets.

You didn’t talk, or join in any conversation that was going on in the room. You just listened, observed as Ashton stopped yelling, Luke ceased his singing, and Michael turned down the music. Without words or question, they respected their band mates need for sleep.

After awhile, when your legs teetered on falling asleep, a stagehand tapped on the door to let them know there were 30-minutes to showtime. You leaned down to Calums face and gently caressed his soft cheek.

“Cal? Baby, it’s time to get up,” you cooed, watching his eyes slowly open and squint against the light.

His pupils dilated, be it from having awoken or his utter adoration for you. He groaned slightly and you sat back when he moved to sit. Your arms fell to your lap as he did so. He ran a hand through his hair before standing up, stretching, and moving to his clothes.

You followed him, keeping your distance because you knew this was his time with his band to get into the mindset they needed to be in once onstage. You veered off course in order to sit next to Sierra. The boys left to go get changed, but came back soon enough.

Calum looked much more awake now that he was dressed. You were making him his cup of tea that he normally had stagehands do. But ever since you’d entered his life and went with him on tour, it was your self-claimed responsibility. He bee-lined straight to you, taking the tea cup from your hands with a kiss to your forehead.

“You feeling okay?” You asked him, rubbing a hand down and up his back.

“M’tired,” he shrugged. “It’s getting to that point.”

He smiled half-heartedly, looking to your for your response. “Three more shows and we get to go home. See Duke and Roy. Go hiking, ya know, the whole sha-bang.”

Calum loosely set his arm on your shoulders and you leaned into his sigh. After he sipped some years, he hummed and replied, “Yeah, but then you’re gonna go back to your own apartment and work and...m gonna miss you.”

You blushed, though you’d been flattered by him time and time again, you never got used to it. Then, an idea popped into your head. “Well, what if we don’t have to separate when we go home?”

Calum immediately knew what you insinuating and to say he got excited was an understatement. He pulled back slightly to glance down at you, features raised in surprised happiness. “Really?”

“I think I’m ready,” you reassured.

He pressed a firm kiss to your lips, dragging away only slightly so he could pull your body closer. You hugged his shoulders tightly.

You departed when the stagehand called for the band’s attention and with one more kiss, he was swept away with the promise of new beginnings.

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raichijin · 4 years

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⋆͛♡⋆͛ the hangover; mirio edition. ❥ a one-shot.

━━━━━ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. (tba)

preface; writing this was honestly so painful. a testatment to why i should never 1.) do collabs ever 2.) write long things. i am drained.

word count; 5k words.

starring; mirio, mina, shinsou, denki, unnamed boyfriend.

summary; after your boyfriend forgets about your anniversary, you spend some time with friends to forgive and forget about what happened. then it gets worse.

warnings; reader gets called some nasty names towards the end of the fic. watch out for that.

you were supposed to be spending this weekend with your boyfriend. at a resort, poolside, on vacation, or on a beach, or where ever he’d fancy peeling off the nice (read: expensive) swimsuit he’d gotten you for your five year anniversary.

he was kind, is kind, but not as committed to your relationship as he was to his job. not even a call as the clock struck midnight, almost an hour past your reservation, but a text the morning after with a short apology, and the sudden announcement that he’d be working late. again. you didn’t cry. wouldn’t, because shedding tears would cause a mess and a headache, and self-doubt is what’s tucking you in at night, telling you that maybe for tonight, tomorrow and the day after your feelings don’t matter.

cause his job is the one keeping you afloat. (your interest in the arts is cute, to him; like a hobby. nothing you could stay afloat with. it’s too risky, he insists, so to you, it became nothing. to others? it became offhand remarks at his high-end office parties. a joke to your in-laws. a breathed sigh of relief from your parents.) so more time is what’s best for the both of you.

that has to be it.

your friends figure out something might be wrong when you go ghost for days, bordering on a week.

you mention how it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re by yourself as you are, but they don’t buy it. say you need to loosen up, take a vacation of your own even when you say you don’t need it because you’re not working, give you sharp glares whenever you object. you don’t know why you thought you had a choice in the matter — especially when mina’s sugar mommy gives her enough money to afford 2 full suites at one of the most expensive hotels in the area.

denki also tags along, just cause, and brings his boyfriend; shinsou, with him.

if they know what’s going on, they never mention it.

and it’s a little easier to cope that way.

you dip your toes, ease yourself into the night, before you’re being pulled into the deep end and your mind’s been left at the door, but your body is having a field day.

you should’ve blacked out two margaritas ago.

you think you did.

you’re too drunk to recall all of the rash decisions you made, or whether or not you maxed your credit card, but you’ve must’ve gotten separated from your friends somewhere along the way, because when you wake up, you are distinctly not in your bed, not in a tastefully decorated room, not in a hotel.

and mina, shinsou, denki? unless they’re in the adjacent room, they’re not here with you either. you’re still in your clothes from last night. your shirt is missing a button and you don’t have your shoes on, but beyond that, you’re perfectly fine.

a scraggly bed head lies next to you, who is, notably, more nude than you are.

he has no shirt. no shoes. no pants. his blonde hair is unruly and you’re so shocked you actually start to wake up. your eyes widen and you’re sitting up so fast you’re a bit dizzy from the sudden motion.

the room is spinning and you feel sick, the headache behind your eyes making you want to grind your molars into dust. and just as quickly as you sat up, you lay back down; shaking the bed with the force. the guy next to you isn’t as heavy of a sleeper as you hoped, though. he blinks open tired eyes, showing you the most exquisite navy blue, and the little bit of drool dripping down his chin might’ve been cute if he wasn’t a complete stranger.

though you can’t stave off the creeping anxiety, the silence as he comes to his senses doesn’t feel wrong, and you’re more confused than scared.

he rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm, and gives you a criminally bright smile, and though his voice is wrecked when he says “...g’morning, sunshine.”, you doubt yours sounds much better.

the nickname makes you feel fuzzy, if only for a second.

“i, uh … good morning?” you sound awkward, but the guy manages to find humor in your predicament when he chuckles gently, sitting up without so much as a second thought. you can see more of his body when he does so, and when his hand comes up to ruffle his hair, you can catch the glint of a silver band, resting on his ring finger.

then everything clicks into place.

did you cheat? was he cheating?

all of the things you’d been beating yourself up over settle thick over top like smoke clouds and a raging fire. you feel like you’re suffocating, and don’t realize you’re freaking out until a strong hand is wrapping around yours, which, in your panic, you squeeze.

you spot a matching ring on your hand, that you know for a fact wasn’t there before,

and you think that’s when you pass out.

you wake up (again) to a room with tacky but charming decor, the smell of breakfast, and considerably less of a headache than what you started with. now more lucid, with the strength in your body to walk and think, your first priority is finding your phone. you tap your pockets, check the bedside drawer and tables, under your pillow, in the cracks of the bed, under the bed.

no cigar. you’re digging through miscellaneous memorabilia, trinkets and clothes that aren’t yours for at least a minute before the guy you were laid up in bed with comes back to just to see you picking through the corners of his bedroom, banana in hand.

he stands in the doorway and clears his throat. he has clothes on this time, pants. “you’re awake? are you feeling any better?”

you startle, straighten your back and stand upright, your arms falling to your sides. “um, kind of. i — have you seen my phone?”

he shakes his head, offers you the banana. “you should have this though! it’ll fix that hangover, i think.”

“i … thanks.” standing and eating a banana in someone else’s bedroom is certainly … a time.

“i made some breakfast,” he says when you’re halfway finished, “if you want some.” he ends with a smile, and you feel those 3 shots of serotonin go straight to your brain.

granted, you shouldn’t be that happy.

he takes the lead and turns around, leading you down a narrow hallway into a quaint kitchenette with a lovely beach view and all the good summer vibes condensed into a single, small room. it makes your heart hurt even more when you realize you have someone home, someone expecting you to come back.

to a hollow apartment, a cold bed, a lukewarm welcome.

you have to force your brain to be quiet to even hear a fraction of what blondie is saying.

“alcohol basically just dehydrates you. the potassium stops that, gets you all your minerals and stuff back. i heard it works with beer, so i was thinking it works for other stuff too!” he sounds so chipper that it brings your mood up just to hear his voice.

so bold and sure, warm and kind.

“but if it doesn’t clear up in 30 minutes, i have some advil i can give you! don’t want you having a headache all day now.” he’s sitting you down at his small table and sliding some pancakes in front of you, some orange juice. eating feels like a chore, but you know you have to, or that you should try at least.

while you push around your food, blondie chatters away, and even if you just met, he has you entranced by the way he speaks. smooth like the butter on his toast as his stories flow effortlessly into one another, how easily he can chat you up is amazing; getting you from gentle chuckles to full blown belly laughter before you can get your first bite in.

there’s lulls in the conversation if you count the moments he takes to actually eat, but he keeps you on your toes with his personal anecdotes, and questions about yourself, forcing you out of your shell, little by little.

the thought of your boyfriend pushed back into the depths of your mind.

until you broach the topic of your friends.

you learn quickly that he’s a good listener, completely silent unless prompted, asking questions or making jokes only when you’re finished speaking. when he asks, you tell him about the ones that got you here, shinsou, denki and mina.

his eyes flash momentarily, a look of recognition, or maybe understanding, passing over him. he hums gently, head swaying as he does so.

“they’re a little rough around the edges but they’re like family, you know?”

“i get what you mean. they were very nice when i met them. especially at our wedding!” he sips his coffee.

“i — are you alright? you’re choking!” that you are. the guilt you felt when you first woke up and the rising panic ram into your gut like a freight train, and suddenly, you don’t want to eat anymore.

"what do you mean we're married?" you rub small circles into your forehead as this idyllic morning goes right back to being cruel hell.

"yesterday, at the chapel," he twists his wedding ring with warm familiarity that makes your stomach churn. "i can't really believe it myself, like maybe we were meant to be? i know the universe works in strange ways like that."

you're sorry to burst his bubble, but you save the happily ever afters for fairy tales, not real life.

you pinch your forehead and heave an exasperated sigh.

"i have a boyfriend." you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to seek lost comfort. "and we don't know each other to begin with. can't even remember your name, i was so drunk."

you cradle your face in your palms, feel his stare bore into the top of your head.

"togata." you perk up.

“what?”

“my name. it’s togata. mirio togata.”

“oh.” you rub your cheeks, pull them back with the heels of your palms.

“that’s a nice name.” an uncomfortable silence washes over you both before someone speaks up. mirio.

“so what do you want to do?”

you answer a little bit too fast in response. “i don’t know. i … i should call my friends. i still need to find my phone—” you stand up, ignore the onslaught of nausea, and look around the kitchen.

“help me look? and then … and then we can figure out all the other details later.” mirio carries both your plates to the sink, and busies himself with dishes for a brief moment, allowing you to find the bathroom nook and reorient yourself. you fix yourself up a bit, straighten out your shirt and fix your hair up. no time to take a shower.

you cup a hand in front of your mouth, breathe and sniff. eugh.

“hey, uh, togata; got an extra toothbrush?” his heart might’ve lept when you called him by his given name.

“um! yeah!” rushing water obscures his voice a bit, but if he shouts he’s loud enough to hear. “check under the sink? i should have some there.”

“thanks.”

you rummage around in his cabinets, and in that time he’s managed to clean up the leftover food and put a shirt on.

your phone having gotten lost or being stolen becomes more of a possibility the longer you think about it. you doubt you came back to his house to do anything but sleep. how many places could you have dropped it? you come out of the bathroom to mirio sitting back at the kitchenette table, holding his phone in his hand.

“hey togata … do you think you can call me?”

“i mean, sure, but i don’t know if i have your number...”

your anxiety makes you a bit snippy even when you don’t mean to be rude, but you can apologize when you get your phone back. ”just give it to me then. i’ll do it.”

it rings a few times before someone picks up, which is a step up from going to voicemail, and the situation goes from okay to great when the croaky voice of shinsou answers, worn out and tired, but awake enough to make a greeting.

he says you’re not here to pick up the phone right now, you interrupt and say that this is you, and that you just borrowed togata’s phone to figure out where yours was.

“togata? who?”

“my, my um. husband.” gingerly said, you can see mirio tense up in the corner of your eye.

“oh,” someone’s snickering away from the mic. denki probably. you can’t help but roll your eyes. “mirio?” you’re upset that he can remember his name but you couldn’t. “how is he?” you shoot mirio a look, he gives you a thumbs up.

“good. so, uh, where are you guys?”

two hours away. they’re two hours away by car and mirio’s pickup truck is exactly what you’d expect from him. it’s big, beat up, it’s blue, and it’s his pride and joy, even if it’s slow to start up. if anything, it feels a bit humbling to hear the low hum of the buzzing engine. brings you back down to reality, out of the lap of luxury.

reminds you of the way mirio laughs with his whole chest. that gentle, rumbling purr.

you’re sinking into the crunchy leather seat with a groan, then a laugh from togata; to which you swat at him. you give him the address so he can set it up with his gps, and get going. he messes it up a bit and then it’s your turn to laugh, much to his displeasure. he blushes from the embarrassment, and you pat his shoulder, still chuckling. it feels natural. waking up together. having breakfast together. unofficial road trip to meet back up with your friends because you got blackout drunk and are 100 miles away.

oh, right. you sigh softly and mirio looks over, thinking to comfort you by turning on the radio, greeted by soft pop and slow guitars.

the silence carries.

fifteen minutes into the drive, he thinks to ask about your boyfriend.

“what’s he like?” togata drums his fingers on the wheel with an air of anxiety almost, though you can’t imagine why he would be — unless he thinks you won’t react well to his question. you don’t mind however, and sate his curiosity without as much as a glance.

“oh, he’s nice,” your statement lacks the enthusiasm you’d expect when someone talks about their significant other. it seems sincere, yet exhausted.

“buys me whatever i want, when i want it, loves his job to death, and … we were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary this week.” dejection is visible in the way you slouch your shoulders, interest waning. mirio can’t help but exercise a little concern, filling in the gaps while he’s at it..

“and you couldn’t, because you came here?” you shake your head.

“what? no. i came here because he was too busy, and my friends thought i could still have some fun on my own. his job is important to him.”

“and your relationship isn’t?” your eyes narrow, glaring at him from the passenger's seat.

“the fuck’s that supposed to mean mirio?”

“well, an anniversary is supposed to be more important than some job— don’t you think he should just take a day off? it wouldn’t hurt.” you lean against the car door, shoulder propping your head up as you peer out the window.

“i mean, i guess. but he’s keeping us afloat, so i can’t really complain.” togata’s eyebrows shoot up.

his tone is incredulous. “what, you don’t work?”

seeing you cringe away out of the corner of his eye is what makes him back track almost immediately.

“i’m so sorry! i’m — wow, that was completely out of line,” your embarrassment lessens when he apologizes, and you inhale sharply.

“don’t worry. it’s, it’s fine.” you can’t help the way your fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, gnawing the inside of your cheeks, afraid of getting laughed at. mirio wouldn’t laugh at you, would he?

“i, i used to make music. i was in a band in highschool, actually.” though mirio’s forced to keep his eyes on the road lest you two crash, you can see the way his smile reaches his ears, the silent ‘wow’ of awe making your cheeks heat up. high brow company doesn’t have much use for your talents unless it’s the violin, or something else that fits their lame-ass agenda. your bass chills in the back of your closet, a relic of the past, but a neat decoration.

you shake your head, too caught up in your own train of thought that you didn’t realize togata was speaking.

“i’m sorry, what’d you say?”

“oh! i was just curious, i asked if you sing?” you snort, then full on laugh, though mirio doesn’t seem to get the joke.

“oh, hell no. i don’t have the voice for it, nor the patience to do vocal training. i just played bass! thought it was easier than guitar because it only had 4 strings. i was wrong. maybe i could … show you sometime? i mean, it’s been a while, but i think i remember a few songs: have you heard of seven nation army?”

you talk with mirio about music at length, and learn that he’s a pretty big enthusiast himself and while he’s never played an instrument, he’s been interested in learning guitar. he brings up your band, and the memories of your senior year come flooding back; mina and denki convincing you to audition, your stage fright, recruitment later in spite of it.

mirio can see the stars in your eyes when you speak, speaking so animatedly with clear adoration at the topic at hand, and he starts getting a creeping suspicion that back where you’re from, you don’t get to talk about this as nearly as much as you like. he realizes in the same breath that he doesn’t mind indulging you. he participates enough so you don’t feel like you’re chatting his ear off, but quiet enough to hear you fill in the empty space.

the way your hands move as you tell stories is adorable and so is your enthusiasm, he could hear you ramble for hours and never get bored. and he nearly does, it’s been an hour and you’re still talking — but then you take a breath, and apologize for no good reason.

he squints at you, confused.

“what’re you apologizing for?”

“i’ve been talking waaaaay too much. i’ve barely heard a word out of you for the last thirty minutes!”

“i thought you were having fun! i know i liked listening. besides, it looks like that you don’t get to talk enough about the stuff you enjoy. i’m willing to listen, so talk all you want!” the assumption makes you furrow your brow, and you hate that you feel like he’s right.

your boyfriend either talks about his job, your friends, his parents, or nothing at all. no interest in music. no time for it. your friends enjoy reminiscing on occasion, but you don’t speak enough to them to get all nostalgic.

it’s … nice that he takes your feelings into consideration. you smile to yourself, saying nothing in response.

“we’re getting closer to the hotel — it’s 30 minutes away now.” it gets quiet again, before all the sounds you hear are the other cards and the slow hum of low volume music you’d forgotten about, coming from the radio. you turn towards the window to take in the scenery while mirio catches glimpses of you in his periphery, surprised at how adorable you look, doing even the most mundane of things.

mirio couldn’t remember much from the night before, well, can’t remember anything that wasn’t you. you weren’t completely out of it when you met him, but he could’ve misjudged, considering he wasn’t quite in his right mind either. didn’t know if it was the alcohol that made you so bold, but everything about you was so charming.

from something as simple as your smile to how easily you chatted him up, despite his tendency to be a tad overbearing, you would take him and his attitude in stride. running around town, dipping in and out of nightclubs with your friends close behind, getting kicked out of said clubs, dancing and laughing together in another—

he huffs, pouting to himself. your boyfriend was so damn lucky.

he steps on the gas and starts going a little faster. you don’t seem to mind.

the rest of the trip was silence, and it wasn’t until he parked and stepped out of the car and said something.

“wow.” he whistles, low and long, until you pinch his arm to stop from attract the stares of passerby. “you guys could afford this? gosh. that’s like, three of my paychecks, maybe.” you chortled as he helped you out, quick to clear up any confusion.

“not me,” you walked in the lobby with him, going straight to the elevators after checking in with the front desk. “i could barely afford it! mina’s … uhm, girlfriend, paid for a room for all of us.” he arches a brow at the emphasis on girlfriend, but if he has any objections, he holds his peace.

“mmh. wonder what it’s like to be rich.”

you laugh as you’re carried up a few floors, specifically to the more expensive suites, at least 12 floors up. “me too dude! mina is lucky.”

you’re barely knocking on the room door before denki is throwing it open and screeching, ushering you both in. they remember mirio from last night, which is upsetting, considering they don’t remember anything else: not how you got to mirio’s house, not how they got back home. not how they found your phone in the bathroom either, apparently.

“speaking of bathrooms, i’m gonna take a shower. keep mirio company, i guess."

you have to look through your luggage for a change of clothes, and find your phone on your bed in your room, charging and you don’t think about going through it until after you’re clean.

coming back to nearly forty notifications from your boyfriend wasn’t on the agenda, and quite frankly, might’ve been a sign. some were calls but most were all lower case texts, each more foreboding than the last. holding your towel up with one hand, you scroll through your messages with the other.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

who the hell is this guy?

beneath it, a video of you and togata. your pupils dilate, and a deeply rooted sense of dread clutches your heart. it looks like a screen recording off of denki’s instagram account, of you two dancing. not overtly scandalous, but too close for comfort.

have you been cheating on me?

for how long

how desperate are you? i say i have a business trip and you take it as an excuse to slut it up somewhere else?

you’re fucking pathetic.

heart slowly sinking, threatening to beat out of your chest, you can’t find it in you to scroll through the rest. you barely have pants on before you’re calling him up, frenzied and feeling out of breath. the phone barely rings twice before you’re going to voicemail and hearing the beeping tone.

fuck. fuck fuck fuck.

you hang up, and try again.

this time, he picks up on the first dial tone.

“baby?” you nearly yell into the microphone, while the other end remains silent.

“what is it.” his voice is hollow, not even asking a question; rather making a statement. you choke on your words, are quiet for a few seconds at most before he’s barking at you. “i don’t have all day. i’m busy.”

“t-that video. it wasn’t, it wasn’t anything—” something slams in the background that makes you flinch, and he takes it as a good opportunity to cut you off.

“so the wedding wasn’t shit either? the way he was holding you, looking at you like that, like some lovesick fucking puppy?”

“w-what? what’re you talking about honey? it’s nothing like that—”

“don’t get fucking cute with me. i’ve seen the photos. that girl mina doesn’t know how to not publicize your life.” you feel like dying.

“i knew i should’ve never settled for you.”

“you don’t mean that—”

“shut the fuck up.” there’s more shuffling on his end, a deep sigh. you’re too shaken to speak. “i wasted so much on you. gave you a house, a home, just for you to repay the favor by being a two-bit whore, sit on your ass all day and complain, and waste my time with those stupid fucking hobbies of yours.” what’s more terrifying is that his voice doesn’t wane or waver. he means it.

“... honey, please. please just let me explain!” you hadn’t even noticed the tears until you’re wiping them off your cheeks, your sniffling getting louder until you’re full on sobbing.

“there’s nothing left to explain. get your shit out by tuesday. we’re done.”

the line goes dead after that.

you don’t realize how much time has passed since you went to go shower initially, only that it’s been a while, considering how urgently mina starts knocking on the door.

“baby, are you alright? you’ve been in there for half an hour!” you can’t find it in you to respond. all it results in is choking on your own words, coughing and sobbing and tears and this fucking headache.

you don’t want to be seen.

mina announces that she’s coming in, and conversation behind the door quiets down until you can’t hear it anymore. just your own thoughts. she opens it and finds you in the corner, your knees to your chest while you’re just barely dressed, hair soaking wet. crying feebly until she rushes over and asks what happened.

you show her your phone. the texts.

she wraps her arm around your back and helps you up. hands you a towel so you can finish drying yourself off, and picks out some clothes for you to wear. when she turns around, she’s greeted by the concerned faces of your friends. mirio.

her face morphs from a look of concern to pure rage.

“what the fuck!?” she all but snatches your phone away from you, to which you pull your hands back and cradle you legs again. “who the fuck does this asshole think he is?” she looks down at you just then, and sees the red in your eyes, the tear tracks that stain your cheeks and a few drops dripping off your chin. you need your help more than you need her rage and half hearted insults.

“you yelled.” shinsou states plainly. “is everything alright?” mina approaches them and ushers everyone out, closing the door, presumably to give you some privacy.

you dress slowly, the few minutes feeling like an eternity before you’re reaching for the door handle, clean and feeling like shit, for different reasons other than a hangover.

when you emerge from your room, mirio gives you a hug.

a hug that you melt into. one that you weren’t expecting but squeeze him back just as hard, tears that didn’t quite make it out seeping into the spot where you press into his shirt. his arms are comforting and strong, rubbing and patting your back gently, until the room is silent beyond your heartbeat and your sniffles, your friends milling about in the background.

“he said i have to move out.” your fingers dig into togata’s shirt. “pack up all my stuff and leave but i don’t know where i’m supposed to go—”

there’s a smaller hand patting your back when mina speaks up.

“d-don’t worry.” you can feel her hugging you too, a special warmth blooming in your chest.

“we’ll figure something out.”

while you’re leaving the hotel, mina makes a call to her girlfriend camie to explain the situation, and by the time you’re back in mirio’s pick up, she said that camie offered to rent you an apartment in her name. the earliest she can get it was by monday, so she offered to let you spend the night for a couple days as well. denki says that he and shinsou could help you with things around the house: shopping, redecorating, etc.

togata is the one who offers to help you get your stuff. you arrange the date for monday, actually exchange phone numbers, and meet up at 8.

it makes sense; his car has enough space in the back, you don’t have much of your own stuff, but you nearly regret accepting the offer in the first place. something about moving out with your … husband in tow doesn’t sit well with you. almost seems like it’s too soon.

but mirio’s charming enough to make the whole ordeal seem less like a fever dream. you’re beaming at him by the time you’re all done, laughing and smiling and so infectiously happy. by the time you both wind down you’re out of breath, wheezing in the front seats of the car.

he smiles fondly at you.

you can feel your cheeks heat as you return the sentiment.

then both of you are back on the road. the musics louder this time, and you get to show him how shitty you sing; which he insists isn’t so bad after all. it’s after twenty minutes of this that you’re suddenly struck by the irony of it all.

“i can’t believe our first date with you was me moving out of my exes apartment.” mirio chokes on his spit, cheeks bleeding red as he does a double take, eyes flitting from the road, back to you, back to the road.

“wait.”

“that was our date?”

𝔱 𝔞 𝔤 𝔩 𝔦 𝔰 𝔱 ; @mitsusuri @okayshin @tamasoft

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Vacation in the Eternal City

Fandom:Hetalia

Characters/Pairings: Switzerland x nyo!Greece, Genoa x nyo!Cyprus

Rating: K

Genres: Romance, Human AU

It was the last day before Antigone and Nausicaa would depart for their trip in Rome where they would stay for ten days.

They wouldn't exactly be alone. They would travelled along with Basch and Pancrazio their beloved boyfriends. And of course by plane.

Luckily they have booked their flight tickets and rooms a month earlier searching for the best and most economic offers they could find. They actually searched it very well until they found something good. They even sent messages to their soulmates so they would find a solution all together.

The plane would leave from the airport Macedonia of Thessaloniki at 8:00 so the two sisters should go to bed early if they didn't want to lose the flight.

Actually the last day before department the two sisters checked their luggages to check that nothing was missing and luckily everything was in order so there was no reason for them to worry if they forgot something.

They even ate something light that day and took lots of care of themselves before going to bed. After their bath they chose which clothes they would wear tomorrow and around 9 pm they said "Kalinyxta"(Good Night) to eachother. The two girls went to their bedrooms where they both fell sweetly in Morpheus' arms. Luckily for them, they set their alarms so they would wake up the right hour.

When it already went 7 at morning Antigone and Nausicaa after having breakfast they got prepared and after checking that everything was in order and they didn't forget anything, they took the bus to go to the airport.

When they arrived they noticed that Basch and Pancrazio were already there with their own luggage as well and stood outside the building. So they went near them and greeted them happily.

"Good morning agapi" Antigone greeted Basch smiling "Which is your ticket number"?

"Good morning to you as well Liebe" Basch responded to her "well my ticket number is 32A. How about you"?

The young woman told with such excitement: "My own ticket number is 32B. We will sit next to eachother.That's amazing"

Hearing those words a smile formed on the young man's face.

"Kalimera sweetheart" was Nausicaa's greeting to Pancrazio. "Which is exactly the number of your ticket"?

"Buongiorno beautiful" Pancrazio answered to her. "It has the number 33B on it. And yours"?

The other young woman said to him smiling: "Mine has the number 33A on it. We will sit next to eachother as well"

Seeing her smile he smiled in response as well.

But they couldn't stay outside for too long. So they entered the building and after everything being checked they were ready to take the airplane which would fly them to Rome.And before they departed for their trip, they should leave their suitcases on the airport's special room for luggages first.

At the moment they entered the airplane , they sat on their seats and fastened their belts very carefully.

Of course they had their tickets on their hands , so they were ready when they would be checked.

The passengers in the plane , including these four waited to hear the pilot's announcement and when he finished his speech the trip started.

Some minutes after the airplane took off, two lovely women who were actually flight attendants offer the passengers cookies and a glass of juice.

During the whole trip Antigone, Basch, Pancrazio and Nausicaa were chatting together, so they wouldn't get bored all that time they travelled.

Luckily the flight was successful and everything was in order. Even the passengers were all fine.

The airplane landed successfully and with safety on the Fiumicino airport of Rome.

The first thing they did was to go and take their suitcases. When they did it they bought tickets and took the bus to go to the hotel where they would while being in the Eternal City.

Although the bus came a bit earlier than the excepted . They heard that sometimes it might be late, depending on how heavy the traffic was.

After their long lasting trip they arrived to the hotel that they would stay. The hotel was a huge five star building that had such a breathtaking architecture style.

The receptionist greeted them smiling and gave them their room keys and wished them to enjoy their stay.

Their rooms were on the second floor of the hotel. They had both a double bed, television, luxury bathroom and a little table along with some chairs.In other words everything they needed was there.

Also their balconies offered the visitors a beautiful view of the Colosseum.

The next morning after having breakfast the two couples sat in the hotel's living room and started talking about where they could go and what to do. But no one could really decide.

"So we'll go and see the Palatine Hill first and after this ,it's the Capitoline Museum's turn" said Pancrazio to the other three. "And in the afternoon we'll drink something in one of the cafès near Piaza Navona.

In those words Nausicaa hugged him smiling and at the same time she told him : "You have such amazing ideas love".

Seeing her lovely smile, he also smiled sweetly back , looking her directly on the eyes.

Few minutes later they left the hotel making sure that they didn't forgot to take the keys of their rooms first.

After long walking they finally arrived to the Palatine Hill the place where the Roman Emperors lived.

"I always dreamed to see this place in real life" Antigone said enthusiastically and she wasn't able to hide her happiness during that time.

"In books it looks amazing , but now that we see it in front of us it is more beautiful" Nausicaa agreed with her sister.

Seeing how much their girlfriends loved that place , Basch and Pancrazio felt such pleasure inside.

The next sightseeing , Capitoline Museums didn't disappoint them either. Everything there looked so amazing and the tour guide was so kind and explained everything in a way that nobody could get bored. She was even ready to answer in any questions that the visitors had.

The most amazing part of their visit in Capitoline Museums was Palazzo dei Conservatori which had many gorgeous Roman , Greek and Egyptian sculptures but for them the best ones were the busts and statues of Roman Emperors.

During noon they went to a restaurant to have lunch. The prices weren't too high or two low but the food and the service itself were both excellent.

After finish the meal and paying, the returned to the hotel to get a rest.

Before the two couples went inside the rooms they booked(they were actually two rooms, one for each couple), they agreed to go to Piazza Navona in the afternoon at 6:30.

That afternoon Piazza Navona was full of life. People could be seen everywhere: families,couples and even groups of friends.

Meanwhile the Greek sisters and their boyfriends were admiring on how gorgeous it was.

But finding a place to sit and drink something was rather difficult. Many of them were full while other were too expensive for their tastes.

Despite of this looking impossible they continued their search until they found a place that looked like a dream and with good prices.

It had such a lovely atmosphere and the romantic Italian music that was played there it was such a blessing for the folks' ears

While the four of them were talking , the time they had to pay and return to the hotel.

One of the waiters approached them and told them how much did those things they ordered costed.

That time Basch was almost to take some money from his wallet but when Pancrazio told him that he would do it for all them.

And they didn't really need to argue for this. Basically they didn't want to get on such a pointless fight and give a bad impression to everyone there and especially to their beloved girlfriends.

As soon as they payed , they returned to the hotel to sleep , so they would have more energy for the next day.

The time they arrived to the hotel, they went to their rooms and only after taking care of themselves and wore their pijamas finally slept.

In the first room Antigone loved how Basch hugged her while they were sleeping. She felt protected.

In the second one Nausicaa felt so beautiful in Pancrazio's hug. She had a feeling of such tenderness.

The next day the visited the Holy See also known as Vatican City. They were impressed so much by its amazingness.

Although they had to wear clothes that covered almost their whole bodies since the clothing rules were really strict.

During all that time they were in Rome , they also visited the rest of its sightseeings like the Appian Why, Castel Sant'Angelo, Aurelian Walls and the Pantheon.

Each day they would stay in Rome there were different activities for them to do so they would never get bored.

Everytime it was too hot they were swimming in the hotel's pool. There were actually two. A big one for the adults and one smaller for the children.

Sometimes they would swim in the hotel's pool. There were actually two. A big one for the adults and one smaller for the children.

Actually there were more places for them to visit. And their plan was to see all of them.

Their main vacation play was that they wouldn't leave the Eternal City without seeing all of its monuments which all had many years of History from the antiquity to the modern times.

Every day there was a different place for them to visit and learn about its history at the same time.

They couldn't also forgot to go and see Fontana di Trevi where they dropped a coin on its water according to the tradition that wanted all those who dropped coins in the fountain would visit the Eternal City one more time.

They even bought souvenirs to give them as presents to their friends and themselves of course. They weren't so big or expensive but still they were symbolic.

The best and most romantic part of their vacation was with no doubt the Colosseum which they keeped as a surprise after seeing the rest of the monuments.

Rome's most famous sightseeing worldwide was so fascinating especially now that they saw it in real life. It was exactly like they imagined it.

Few moments later Basch pulled Antigone closer to him despite of being usually shy and gave her such a deep and beautiful kiss. She responded with such excitement while she kissed him back.

Seeing this Nausicaa brought Pancrazio closer to her and gave him a kiss so lovely yet so deep. He also responded her kissed back with such sweetness.

"Money don't worth more than your love" Basch said to Antigone.

"You are more precious to me than any other treasure". she responded to him.

"With you, my life got such a better meaning" Nausicaa told Pancrazio.

"Having you in my life, i don't feel alone anymore" he answered her.

Luckily that everything went according to their plans so there wasn't any reason for them to worry.

If it was on their hands they could stay there forever but they knew it very well that they should return to their homes very soon.

They didn't lose their hope though. Maybe they could visit the Eternal City in the future again.

Undoubtedly they had such a gorgeous time in Rome but the day when they had to return back home finally came.

So they took the plane for Thessaloniki and when they arrived Nausicaa and Antigone went to the home they had there and allowed Basch and Pancrazio to stay until they booked flights to go back to their homes in Zurich and Genoa. They even gave eachother a promise to keep their contacts as better as they could.

While they were looking to the photos they took during all that time they were in the Eternal City they agreed that it was the most fascinating place they have been in their whole lives.

In other words the two couples had such wonderful vacation in Rome that was full of many beautiful and lovely memories from it.

The end

#aph switzerland #nyo greece #swissgre #aph genoa #nyo cyprus #gencyp #cynova #otp #husbandos #waifus #hetalia x nyotalia #fanfiction

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lambroseforlife · 4 years

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Well, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now. After sudden renewed inspiration and a bunch of half-done research over a year later, here goes nothing. I felt that the best setup for this would take place between books 2 and 3 so maybe like 2 months after returning from Egypt? For those that are squeamish and dont like stuff about periods then duh, skip reading this.

— — —

'Blast it all!' I huffed as I dropped the stack of boxes on the floor. Pretty sizable ones, by the noticeable thump as they hit the ground.

'Mr Linton.' I heard a curt voice. Looking up, I stared into a pair of cold, familiar eyes.

'Yes, sir?' I grimaced at him. It was much easier than smiling when your ribs were aching and lungs wheezing for air.

'You are two minutes and twenty-three seconds slower than you were yesterday.' Snapping his pocket watch closed, he tucked it back into his waistcoat pocket. His gaze flickered back to me. 'I do not pay you for your tardiness.'

'No, sir.' I beamed. Well, I tried to anyway. 'Just for my delightful company.'

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. His mouth parted slightly as if to retort but then closed.

I made the mistake of looking into that glacial, intense stare of his and felt trapped. But I didn't want to escape. Not when I felt like I could forget my worries and problems from the rest of the world when it was just him and me. His gaze held mine and I had to suppress the urge to shiver. Not out of fear, though.

A flash of images came to mind. Soft lips melded to mine. Ripped clothing on a hotel bed. Cold desert nights spent in strong, comforting arms.

Snapping out of my daze, I shook my head.

'I...' I cleared my throat and glanced away. 'I better get a move on. Wouldn't want to waste time.'

Without waiting for a reply, I hurried back into my office and closed the door without looking back.

I met my reflection in the glass windows overlooking the tall buildings of London on a typical gloomy morning. If I squinted hard enough, I could see a blush forming on her cheeks.

Get a hold of yourself, Lilly!

This past month I had been polishing my acting skills. By that, I meant pretending that certain things in Egypt had never happened. In general, both my employer and I had smoothly settled into a routine that, well, made it seem that Egypt had never happened once we both returned back to London two months ago. A bit too smoothly, actually.

Although there were times when our gazes would linger on each other for one moment too long just like earlier...

Enough, Lilly! Back to work.

Marching back to my desk, I sat down and stretched. What was wrong with me today? I slept mostly decently last night, save for waking up late with some soreness in my lower back—

Plink.

Opening the metal tube on my desk, I unfolded the paper.

Mr Linton,

It is already thirty-two minutes past nine and I fail to see my daily correspondence on my desk.

Rikkard Ambrose

So we were back to communicating through notes now, were we? Flipping it over, I picked up the fountain pen on my desk and began to write.

Dear Mr Ambrose,

On it immediately, sir.

Yours, Lilly Linton

I folded the note and placed it back into the tube, pulling the lever. I opened one of the desk drawers and found the pile of letters Mr Stone had left for me to sort through. Pulling them out, I began to go through them when I heard a gurgling noise. I looked around, confused. Then I heard it again.

What was that noise? It sounded like it was coming from someone's— oh.

As if in protest, my stomach growled even louder.

Right. Another thing I forgot to do this morning after waking up late.

Well, times like these called for extra measures. Opening another desk drawer, I found out my treasured stash of chocolate and grabbed a bar.

Not exactly the healthiest option for breakfast but so what? It was chocolate!

Unwrapping the bar, I began to sort through the stack of letters for Mr Ambrose's correspondence for the day. I managed to finish going through it in under five minutes too— both the stack of letters and the bar of chocolate.

No sooner after sitting back down at my desk once I passed the letters through the letter slot at Mr Ambrose's door, I heard another plink.

I removed the letter from the tube and picked it up, beginning to read.

Mr Linton,

Why are there brown fingerprints on my correspondence?

Rikkard Ambrose

I frowned. What brown fingerprints was he referring to? Setting the note down on the table, I was about to reach for the charity letters in the waste paper basket when I noticed something odd about the note.

Upon further inspection, there were brown fingerprints on there too! But how did it get there? Where was it coming from?

Wait...

Slowly, I looked at my fingers and then at the wrapper of the finished chocolate bar. Then my fingers. Then the wrapper again.

Oops.

Wiping my fingers and the pen on my trousers, I thought about how to explain my slight predicament.

Dear Mr Ambrose,

There was a small accident while sorting your correspondence. I fixed it immediately so it shall not happen again.

Yours, Lilly Linton

That should suffice. I sent the letter through the tube and took out the small appointment book with all of Mr Ambrose's scheduled meetings. I had barely opened it to the current week when I heard another plink.

Mr Linton,

What do you mean by 'small accident'?

Rikkard Ambrose

Darn! I thought I had gotten away with it. I picked up the pen to write again.

Dear Mr Ambrose,

Just a small, teensy-weensy, tiny incident that is barely of any consequence. Really, no need to worry yourself. I've taken care of it.

Yours, Lilly Linton

Not even ten seconds had passed until the next plink.

Mr Linton,

Do not test my patience. Tell me what happened.

Rikkard Ambrose

Blast! He wasn't going to let this go, was he? Chewing my lip, I picked up the pen with sweaty palms. What to write this time?

Dear Mr Ambrose,

The aforementioned incident was minor, completely inconsequential. Not even a small accident, really. Just a small inconvenience involving chocolate.

Yours, Lilly Linton

With bated breath and my heart ready to jump out of my chest, I pulled the lever.

Perhaps he would move on from it?

Ha, as if! This was Mr Ambrose I was talking about here. Getting the Queen to dance on the rooftops of Buckingham Palace in her undergarments would have been more likely to happen.

As if on cue, icy silence radiated from behind the door to his office. The kind of silence that preceded judgment from kings before they gave the order for executions.

Now to any person, silence was just silence. But not with Mr Ambrose. As his secretary, I knew that there were at least ten types of silences after a few months of being in his employ.

Seconds stretched into minutes until finally...

Plink!

Holding my breath, I unfolded the letter.

Mr Linton,

I do not pay you to eat on the job as my secretary. There is a designated 30 minute break appointed in the afternoon for that. See to it that there are no more 'small inconveniences' to distract you. Knowledge is power is time is money.

Rikkard Ambrose

I suppose that could have gone worse than expected. Considering the incident at his factory two weeks ago. Also the other business deal from the other day. And...

Well, you get the picture.

Sighing, I set the note aside and decided to start on the day's tasks. Hopefully today would just be another day at work that would pass by quickly.

It wasn't until later that I realized just how wrong I was.

— — —

A few hours later, I was in the process of organising new files to be added to Mr Ambrose's already endless file collection when it happened.

I felt a building pressure in my lower abdomen, on the verge of becoming an entirely uncomfortable pressure in my lower regions.

Wonderful. Another thing that I had forgotten to do before leaving the house this morning.

Getting up slowly and carefully, I headed towards Mr Ambrose's door and knocked.

'Enter.' Came the composed, cool voice that I knew by heart at this point.

Shuffling into the room, I saw that Mr Ambrose surrounded by a pile of papers on his desk as usual, reading an opened file in front of him.

'Ehem.' I cleared my throat.

'What is it?' He didn't look up from the file.

I contemplated how to tell him that I needed to pee in the most delicate manner that I could currently manage. I decided to settle with:

'I need to use the powder room.'

He glanced up at me, then quickly back to his papers.

'Go in.' He jerked his head towards the direction of the small door that led to his personal bathroom.

Without expelling the contents of my bladder, I walked as fast I could to the door and shut it behind me. Dropping my trousers, I sat on the toilet to relieve myself.

This was one of those times when wearing trousers was more convenient than wearing a dress and hoop skirt. Once I finished my business, I was ready to pull up my trousers and get back to work.

That's when it happened.

That's when I saw it.

A small, reddish stain on the nether region of my brown trousers.

Oh no.

No.

No, no, no, nononono !

No! No! No!

Why now?

Well, that nasty inner voice in the back of my mind retorted, that explains everything so far today.

My sore back, waking up late, feeling sluggish and extra emotional, craving for chocolate. It all made sense now but...

I frantically tried to think back to when was the last time this happened. Let's see...sometime shortly after I had returned back to London after the Egypt trip. But why wasn't this an issue then?

Because, my inner voice piped up again, you were home on a Sunday afternoon when it started.

Blast! What was I going to do now?

I went over my options.

Option 1: Try to endure the rest of the day and hope that no one would notice. I could even tie my tailcoat around my waist. It would definitely look odd and probably rouse suspicion but maybe it could work?

Yeah, right. If you bleed through your tailcoat too, then you're done for. Say goodbye to your job.

Couldn't that inner voice of mine shut up already! Why did it have to be so rational?

Option 2: Resign my job before I would be found out.

Definitely not happening. Not when I had been through so much for this job including leaving the country twice and risking my life multiple times. There was no way that I, Lilly Linton, ifrit extraordinaire, would let something like this get in the way of my independence.

Which left option 3: Ask Mr Ambrose if I could take my lunch break early to go home and change.

Just the idea made me want to disappear on the spot. It was embarrassing enough that this had to happen but having to involve my boss too? This made the situation more dreadful a hundred times over. But...

What other choice did I have? Unfortunately, this was the best option compared to the other two.

Closing my eyes, I couldn't help but to let out a loud sigh.

Remember what I said earlier about trousers being convenient? I take it all back. This was definitely one of those times when wearing trousers was definitely not convenient! If I was wearing a dress, then there may have been a chance that I could have held on a bit until lunch break. But there was no choice, I needed to go home immediately to change my trousers and retrieve that.

However, the bigger issue was how to convince Mr Ambrose to let me take my lunch break earlier. What to tell him?

Mr Ambrose, I'm feeling a bit ill and would like to take a break.

Great. That would give him the grounds to dismiss me for the day, possibly even sack me, especially after what happened earlier with the chocolate.

My younger sister, Ella, has food poisoning and I need to check on her.

Nope. Mr Ambrose would be moved to sympathy as much as a mountain could budge.

My aunt has arranged a meeting with a prospective suitor for me this afternoon.

Not convincing in the slightest considering that Mr Ambrose knew that I would do anything to avoid the topic of marriage. Especially when it involved me.

Drat! What could I say?

Unbidden, another thought popped into my head.

Why not just tell him the truth?

What? As if that would ever work!

Not to mention, a woman's....time was a taboo topic. Despite my mother's early death and limited knowledge provided by my aunt, even I knew that was something proper ladies did not discuss with gentlemen in society. It was highly inappropriate.

But then again, since when were you a proper lady?

Good point. It's not like Mr Ambrose was a gentleman either by any means.

Still, the main issue was that would Mr Ambrose be understanding even if I told him the truth?

I doubted that someone like him even knew something like that about females anyway, given that he most likely came out of a giant boulder. It was impossible to imagine him with a mother, let alone two human parents.

Enough stalling, Lilly! It's now or never.

Five minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom after working up enough courage. Mr Ambrose was still flipping through the same file, not having moved from his position.

Standing in front of his desk, I cleared my throat. No response.

I tried to get his attention again. 'Mr Ambrose?'

'What is it, Mr Linton?' His eyes never left the file.

'Er, I was wondering if...I could take my lunch break now?'

Damn! Why did my voice sound so weak?

His hand paused, right in the middle of flipping a page. Slowly, ever so slowly, he raised his eyes to meet mine.

I swallowed.

'What did you say?' His voice was deceptively calm.

'Could I take my lunch break now?'

If his stare was cold before, it was frosty now.

'Mr Linton, did I or did I not mention earlier that there is a designated thirty minute break for all employees?'

'Um, you did, sir.' I looked down at the stone floor. For some reason, it was particularly interesting.

'So why are you asking me this?' He reached to grab another file from one of the piles on his table.

'Well,' I bit my lip. 'I had another accident.'

Silence.

I risked a glance upwards. He seemed frozen, his hand still holding onto the file, save for the narrowing of his eyes by 0.000013 of a millimetre.

'By any chance,' he finally ground out, 'is this "accident" of yours similar to what happened earlier?'

'No.'

'No?'

'No.' I repeated, my throat dry. Why was this so hard? 'A worse accident. Much, much worse.'

He cocked his head. 'How so?'

'It involves my identity.'

Based on his expression, he knew what I was referring to. While I was his personal secretary during working hours, it was as Mr Victor Linton, not as my true self, Miss Lillian Linton.

A female.

'Mr Linton.' His voice was soft. Too soft. Like the momentary stillness before a hurricane. 'What. Did. You. Do?'

'I- I didn't do anything!' Why the heck was I stuttering? 'Well, not yet anyway.'

'Yet?'

It was both impressive and a bit unnerving how ominous he made just one word sound. I felt like a mouse that had been cornered by a tiger.

'What is going on?' He demanded, eyes flashing. 'Tell me!'

I bit my lip and his eyes zeroed in on the action, following my every movement.

'I'm not sure how to bring this up since you haven't been out in society much but have you heard about a woman's time?'

'A woman's time for what?'

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. This really wasn't going to be easy, was it? 'There comes a time when a girl matures into a woman. Her body undergoes some physical changes and afterwards, every once in a while, she...'

Plop.

My voice trailed off when his hand let go of the file he was holding onto and it dropped back onto the table.

His mouth was now slightly ajar and his eyes were cast downwards, scanning the contents of his desk.

'Oh.' His voice didn't sound as collected as before.

'Yes.'

So he did know about it after all. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised as I was, given what he repeated about time and knowledge and all that. But still, considering this was Mr Ambrose...

'What do you expect me to do about that?'

'Huh?'

'Don't you females usually do something to deal with it?'

'Well...yes, but—'

'So do what you need to do. Stop wasting my time already.'

'That's the issue, sir.' I snapped at him, too annoyed to focus on the fact that he had acknowledged my gender. 'I need to go home and change. That's why I asked if I could take my lunch break now.'

'Why do you need to go home? Can't you do it here?'

I nearly choked. That hardheaded, miserly head of his was really made of stone!

'I don't have any extra clothes here and what I use to take care of it is also at home too.'

He just stared at me.

I shrugged. 'I mean, I suppose I can wait until later to take my break. You'll have to risk my true identity being exposed once your workers see me bleeding all over the—'

'Mr Linton!'

Oh my. Was it just me or were his ears now tinged a bit red?

Pressing my palms into the table, I leaned forward. 'Or you could let me go home now and get this taken care of so I can get back to work sooner.'

He leaned forward as well, sea-coloured eyes clashing with hazel ones.

'Indeed, Mr Linton?' I felt his breath on my lips.

I arched an eyebrow. 'Indeed, Mr Ambrose.'

'Very well then.' He straightened back into his chair and picked up the file he dropped.

'W-What?' I blinked.

'You may take your lunch break now.'

'Really?' I stared at him in shock.

I couldn't believe it had actually worked! This was Mr Ambrose we were talking about here. I had half expected him to tell me something ridiculous along the lines of controlling my body's functions and to stop bleeding. It wouldn't have been the first time he had said something like that anyway.

'I don't like to repeat myself. Go now.'

My face broke out into a broad smile. 'Yes, sir!'

'Also, see to it that this doesn't happen again.' His stare was disapproving.

'You mean taking an early lunch break? Or are you referring to my other problem? Because I don't know how to break this to you but—'

'The clock is ticking, Mr Linton.'

'Yes, sir!' I gave a salute and left his office.

— — —

It's surprising really, what one can accomplish during a time of emergency. If you were to ask me how I was able to go back home, change my clothes and even eat an early lunch on my way back to Empire house all within the span of thirty minutes, I would tell you that I had no idea it was at all possible until today.

Maybe it was possibly due to luck? That certainly seemed to play a factor as the only people home were my uncle, locked up in his study as usual, and Leadfield, cleaning out the attic. It was a good thing too, since I hadn't bothered to change back into a dress in the garden shed before climbing through my bedroom window.

I was able to obtain some linen rags designated for times like these (part of the wonderful experience of being a female) and changed into another pair of my uncle's old trousers. I even packed extra rags in my briefcase, something I probably should have done in the first place. But eh, better late than never, I suppose.

Since I had five minutes to spare on my return back to Empire House, I was able to buy a sandwich and eat it on the way. I was starting to understand the concept of efficiency, especially after working for Mr Ambrose. Huh, it might not actually be all that bad.

Thankfully, the rest of work passed by uneventfully. Once I returned to my office, I saw that Mr Ambrose had shut the door to his own once again. He still could tell that I had returned though, for I had just sat down at my desk when I was pelted with more tasks to complete for the rest of the day, including retrieving more files. But I was determined to work even harder to make up for this morning.

By the time I took a look at my pocket watch, it was already dark outside. Eight o'clock on the dot.

Packing up my things, I was ready to leave when the door to Mr Ambrose's office opened, revealing his tall, dark figure in the doorway.

'Would you step into my office for a moment, Mr Linton?'

'Why?'

'I have something I wish to discuss with you.'

'You can discuss it here.'

'I can, But I would prefer not to.'

'I would prefer to.'

'You do not get to decide, Mr Linton. My office, now. Close the door behind you.'

I reluctantly followed him, shutting the door behind me. He sat back down in his chair, his posture ramrod straight with crossed arms.

'In regards to the matter earlier today...' He began in a low voice.

'Yes?' Did I take more than thirty minutes to return? Were there more mistakes I had made after my break?

'Are you sure that you're fit to work?'

'What?'

'Are you fit to work with your current state?'

Was he being serious right now? Judging by the expression on his face (or lack thereof), I had to say that he was.

'Why wouldn't I be?'

'Given what has transpired earlier today, I have reason to believe so, Mr Linton.'

A spark of anger flared within me. 'Mr Ambrose, besides the two incidents that happened before my break, did I give you any other reason to believe otherwise?'

'Well, no.' He had the nerve to sound reluctant!

'Then yes, I am plenty fit to work.' I glared at him. 'Mr Ambrose, just because of I'm losing a bit of blood does not mean that I am incapacitated.'

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

'Furthermore, I am not weak. Women are not weak. We have been dealing with this since the beginning of time and haven't let it get in the way of doing what needs to be done.'

'I never said that you were weak, Mr Linton.'

'Then what are you trying to say?'

'I...' Something flashed in his eyes so quickly before I completely identify it. Concern?

'Nothing, Mr Linton.' That granite mask of his was back in place. 'You are dismissed for the day.'

I turned to leave but then paused.

'Thank you.'

He looked up from the papers in front of him.

'For what?'

'For letting me take my break early today.'

For being more understanding than I expected you to be.

Our eyes met for a fathomless moment. He nodded once.

You're welcome.

I gave him a small smile. Spinning on my heel, I left his office, feeling his eyes trail behind my retreating figure the entire time.

I guess that today may not have been a completely bad day after all.

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Wow, that was a pretty long read. Kudos if you made it to the end. This was just my take on periods if they ever came up in the SnS world. I’m kinda sad that it never did considering this was a series about women’s rights and numerous other “taboo” topics in the Victorian era have been brought up in the books such as bathroom habits, “amorous congress” and “protection” for said congress. Oh well. I was able to articles to find 2 articles that I used for reference to write this. I’ll share them in a reblog since my post wont show in the tags due to the links. There’s not much known about periods in the Victorian Era since it was a “taboo” subject but there are some tidbits here and there that I was able to base this off of.

#storm and silence #in the eye of the storm #lilly linton #rikkard ambrose #fanfiction #oneshot #kinda a prompt but not really #repost since it didnt show up in the tags the first time #stuffartsy #knowledgeispoweristimeismoney

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supertransural · 3 years

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thinking about dean cas and baby jack going on a road trip. dean’s used to being in the impala for long lapses of time, but it’s usually stressful, it’s tiring, it’s always in the expectancy of another job, another monster to be defeated. it’s always going from point A where a killer was killed to point B where another one awaits. it’s always about the job.

so this time, concentrating on the road as dusk was slowly creeping up on them, with cas dozing off beside him or maybe thinking hard about... something (this was cas after all, how was dean supposed to know what went on in his (his!! he still couldn’t believe that) angel’s head), squinting as always, his eyes almost shut; with 4yo jack in the backseat, drooling all over the fine black leather (if this wasn’t his kid, dean would’ve stopped the car already and thrown the child out just for this punishable-by-death-atrocity) and dreaming about a future dean gets to be a part of (goddammit how did he get so lucky), he was surprised when he didn’t feel the much-too-common tension in his shoulders. he felt... relaxed, yes that’s the word. it’s a word he was beginning to understand, a word that cas was teaching him how to feel.

a small smile cracked its way through dean’s face as he turned his attention back to the road. they were on their way to Louisiana, not set on a town yet. he may have been retired, but dean hadn’t lost his taste for adventure, so he had convinced his little family to just, wing it. he wondered if he should switch routes and see where the new one lead him, but that might upset cas who was really excited about eating the good food he’d heard his husband talk so much about. louisiana it is, then, he thought.

in the corner of his eye, he could see cas breathing deeply, no doubt already mapping out every possible resting spot for tonight, every corner store that sold kids food, maybe emergency stuff (cas could get a bit overwhelming when he listed off every single potential thing that may go terribly wrong with jack when they leave the safety of their house) or diners that cas deemed appropriate enough for their special kid. because he really was special, every smile, every laugh, every new drawing or string of words he puts together seemingly just so he can see his dads smile, every single thing this baby does is special. unique. and dean gets to see all those things, he gets to be there for everyone of them. jesus he’s getting emotional, should stop that now or cas will be teasing him about it for the rest of the trip. ok, deep breaths now, he thought. the road, the wheel in his hands, baby’s engine humming quietly. right. got it.

they packed frantically two days prior, because cas. jack was giggling the whole way through, observing them from his stool, since apparently dean looked really funny with peach fuzz he hadn’t had the time to shave yet (cas woke him up in a panic at 6am dammit) pink pajama shorts, his boots and a unicorn tshirt he only wore in cas’ presence (sam is a lovey kid, but hell if dean is ever going to let him see the collection of tshirts this one comes from). 4 suitcases, a couple inflatable duck-floaties, way too many towels, every single one of jack’s stuffed animals (except the little purple dinosaur one that jack was firmly holding onto during his inspection of his parents’ packing ordeal) and a thousand other useless things cas seemed to find essential to their survival.

“jesus, it’s only a couple weeks, honey!” dean had told him, trying to fit the last suitcase into the trunk of the impala (and miserably failing, to his own bitter disappointment).

“yes, a “couple weeks” within which we will apparently be doing things and going places we cannot foresee, as was your wish. i simply want to be prepared for any alternative your resourceful mind might come up with. and jack requires all his stuffies, he cannot sleep without counting each one of them before bed. you do not wish to see your child cry for two weeks, do you? you would not purposely cause him any pain, would you? right then the matter is settled. these items must find their way into this car you love so much, and i must attend to our son. his breakfast awaits!” cas had responded, mischievous smile growing larger with each sentence. “good luck!” he then added, giving dean a long and deep kiss, as if this was to be their last.

after a kiss like that, how was dean supposed to keep on complaining? he wasn’t, and that was exactly what cas intended, dean knew that. doesn’t mean he protested, or argued against his miraculous-bitch of a husband. so he had finished packing, muttering to himself, but unable to push down the grin that cas’ kiss had brought upon his face. or the flush of his cheeks for that matter.

here he was, happy as he’d ever been, relaxed for the first time ever while being on a long drive (first of many times, he hoped), with the love of his life on his right side, and the other light of his existence in the backseat, little hands still clutching the purple dinosaur.

“hey.” he heard a raspy and sleepy voice say. cas had indeed been asleep for the past 30 minutes.

“good morning, sleepyhead!” answered dean, chuckling.

he looked at cas’ beautifully hazy face, his icy blue eyes shining in the pink-orange light of the fading sun. god, how could this man be his, and how could dean ever refuse him anything. he reached out his right hand to place it on cas’ left thigh, stroking it lovingly in round patterns with his thumb. smiling at him, he wondered if giving him a quick kiss would cause his husband to start lecturing him again (for the thousandth time probably) about driving safely when jack was in the car.

fuck it, he thought. he glanced at the empty road, and lunged quickly towards cas before the former angel could refuse, and placed his lips on his for a few seconds. grinning to himself as he sat back, directing his gaze back to the highway, he waited for cas’ annoyed voice, no doubt already preparing a stern talking-to and threatening him to rat him out to the police to get his license taken away (not that it would matter, dean still had all his fake ID’s in a secret box back home, carefully tucked between baby clothes and pacifiers at the bottom of a drawer).

“dean.” cas started, a frown already carved into his forehead.

“oh no you don’t” dean cut him off. “if you lecture me, jack’s gonna feel it and he’ll wake up from what seems to be a very pleasant dream. save it for the hotel room, i know a few ways you can make me feel the weight of my wrongdoing.” he added with a wink.

cas turned to look at his son, still happily asleep in the back. frown disappearing, a sweet smile starting to lighten his expression (wow, he really could just look that magnificent whenever he felt like it) he turned back to face his partner.

“fine. just because he’s asleep. where are we?” cas said, squinting disapprovingly, then yawning silently.

“just passed the northern border of arkensas.” answered dean with a sigh. “gonna be a pretty boring drive from here on out”.

“i see. there’s a motel not far from here, with a town nearby where we could find sustenance, appropriate for jack too.” cas said, not even looking at his phone: he’d memorized each town’s location, every name of every motel, roadhouse, diner that they might encounter, because he was like that. and god did dean love him for it. “it’s getting a bit late, and i would rather see jack in a bed tonight than sleeping in the car” he remarked. “no offense to her” he added hurriedly when he felt dean’s glare after what could be interpreted as an insult to his baby.

“alright. when’s the exit for this town of yours?” dean asked absentmindedly.

“15 more miles, i believe.” cas answered, propping up an elbow on the windowsill.

“cool. tell me when you see it, i might forget, with you looking so handsome right next to me and all. tired father really is a good look on you.” dean whispered with a side smile.

“oh stop it. jack is right there.” cas answered, chuckling and fiddling with his wedding ring.

they stared at each other, peace settling comfortably between them.

“you know i love you, right?” said dean, without a hint of humor in his voice.

“yes, you’ve taken the habit of telling me, roughly 28 times a day, give or take.” joked cas as he saw dean scowl. “i love you too, now and forever, when the seas rise and swallow the land, when the heavens fall and the stars burn out, i will still love you, the only light that ever mattered, the first soul i ever really saw, the one i followed to hell and back. but you already knew that, right?” cas uttered with warmth, with the same voice he’d used at their wedding.

“jesus, cas. if you’re not careful, i might just end up falling for you. oh wait, i already did.” answered dean, face reddened and heart full. this is where he belonged.

dean’s hand was still on cas’ thigh, and their gazes were still locked together when jack woke from his sleep in an adorable mumble. he immediately started babbling to his fathers about the dream he had had (probably making up new details, but you could never know with that kid). as the family laughed together, dean looked to his window, and time stilled for a split second.

he saw a ghost of who he was, staring back at him in his reflection, eyes glossy with tears (joy? terror? sadness? love? hate? too hard to tell). the face in the makeshift mirror seemed to ask “is this really what is coming? will i truly get to where you are one day?”. dean smiled, nodding a silent “yes, yes you will. in time.” and the face faded away slowly, a little less scared than it had seemed at first.

when he looked back towards his husband and his son, his own eyes were glossy too.

“what’s wrong?” cas asked, worried.

“nothing, i’m just happy.” dean answered, wiping away a tear that was slipping down his cheek with a sure smile. “i’m just... happy.”

they drove until cas pointed at the exit, ate, and fell asleep contentedly.

18 years ago, dean dozed off without the need for strong booze in the very same motel, and the same tear (joy, maybe?) danced down his face into the pillow. a low hum of a voice saying “in time” ringing brightly in his mind, he fell asleep into the deepest slumber he’d ever gotten. “all will be well”, a voice kept repeating.

#oof ok this was supposed to be a short post about a fun road trip #i’m thinking i need to get better at writing so i can turn this into an actual fic #anyways imma be thinking about this for the rest of this evening bye #spn #supernatural #destiel #cas #dean #dean winchester #deancas #bidean #baby jack #ficlet

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The rejection - the first fight (a/m)

“Did you had a threesome before?” You didn’t know why you asked him this. You had just read an article where a woman reported about it and how she liked it. You never really asked or thought about it, but somehow you had to think about it now. Of course not with Jaehyun, you didn't want to share him with anyone. But in general. How would that feel? "Why do you ask this?" Jaehyun was just out of the shower. He dried his hair with a towel and, to your surprise, he reacted rather tense. Actually, you just asked the question in the room, but now you became curious. "Oh my god!!!! You already had a threesome." Your eyes grew big and you sit up excited. Jaehyun was still visibly annoyed by the subject and he turned his back to you to put on something more comfortable. "Hm was it with a woman and a man?" You knew he wouldn't answer, but this question left him too cold. "No, you're not the type for this combination. You look good, you can sing. Getting two girls in bed is certainly not difficult for you." You couldn't stop making theories because it was all incredibly interesting. "Y/N, can we leave the topic now?" He came to you in bed and lay down next to you. "Come on, say it. Yes or no." With your fingers, you peck against his upper arm and visibly annoy him. He sighed and his eyes were really angry for a moment. "Yes, I had. But that was a while ago and now I only just want to sleep with you." He then rolled away from you and closed his eyes. You knew you annoyed him a bit, but you didn't expect such a strong reaction. But before you could say anything, Jungwoo came into the room and also went to bed. But the topic kept you busy until you finally fell asleep.

Everything around you was so bright and the only thing that appeared in color was Jaehyun. You were naked and your bodies were close together. You feel your breasts on his chest and he looked at you as if there were you the only person in the world. When you kissed, it was as if all your desires had been fulfilled. But then you feel someone touch your back and kiss your neck. "You look so incredibly good." It was Doyoung standing behind you and you look at Jaehyun who nodded in agreement. The three of you then sink to the floor with your head on Doyoung's thigh. Jaehyun started to spread your legs carefully. He started licking your hot cor while he jerked himself. Your whole body vibrated and you start to moan. But then Doyoung took his cock and pressed his tip against your lips. You open your mouth and start blowing him. When you pressed your lips tightly around his cock, Doyoung threw his head back and groaned. "Your mouth is incredible," he moaned and you increased your pace. "Shit, I have to feel you too now." Jaehyun also couldn't stand it for a second and he took his cock and pushed it into you. When Jaehyun started fucking you, you found it more and more difficult to concentrate on Doyoung's cock, but he still wanted to feel you. He put your head from his thigh to the floor so that you lay completely on your back. Jaehyun didn't pause and continued to fuck you hard. Then Doyoung leaned over you and began to fuck your mouth. It was all a lot, but somehow also good and since Jaehyun knew how to take you, you were shortly before your climax...

You wake up sweaty. Your breath was heavy and looked at Jaehyun, who slept soundly. The dream was intense and you didn't know what to think. Somehow it seemed so real to you. Jaehyun was still asleep and after the strange conversation the night before, you wanted to let him sleep. But you couldn't lie in that bed anymore. You had to get your mind clear again. So you got up and went to the kitchen. It was 5:30 am and it was very quiet in the dorm. You try to make yourself a coffee quietly. All the time, the dream never came out of your head and you were so incredibly horny. It was like watching good porn, just a lot more intense. It was like you really experienced it. "What do you think of?" You startle from the male voice and suddenly Doyoung stood in front of you. "I'm sorry I scared you." He laughed and started making breakfast. "All right, I didn't think anyone was up so early." You smile uncertainly but can hardly look him in the eye. Doyoung now had blonde hair and he looked incredibly good. "You're right. But I have a shooting and I have to go in half an hour." However, he tried to make eye contact. "Things are going well with Jaehyun?" The question came from Doyoung a bit surprising and didn't make your situation any better. "Yes, it's great." You smile and look at him for the first time. But it was really strange. The thing between you and Jaehyun went on for a few weeks now and it was like a fairy tale. You were on cloud 7 and you never wanted to get off of it. "How long have you been in a relationship now?" Doyoung took his plate and sat next to you. "Well, I don't know. So we didn't officially say it ..." You turn your mug unsafe and somehow you got nervous. Maybe it was because of last night. "Oh ..." Doyoung didn't say more and that didn't make you happy. "What?" You wanted to know what he thought, after all, he knew Jaehyun. "No, it will be different with you." He tried to smile encouragingly and started eating breakfast. "Doyoung? What do you mean?" You were getting nervous and you wanted to know what he was thinking. "Jaehyun is my friend, I don't want to say anything against him or his lifestyle. But I like you Y/N and I don't want you to get hurt." He sighed and sipped his tea. You bob your foot nervously and eagerly await his next words. "But there were a lot of girls like you sitting here. They all thought that they were in a relationship with him. However, he already had the next one in bed. I mean he looks good, the girls are crazy about him." Doyoung shrugged and you can't believe what you're hearing. You stared at your coffee and didn't know how to react. "But maybe it's different with you." He smiled and patted you on the shoulder. Then he got up and put his things away while you see the door of Jaehyun's room opening. "Hey, why are you awake already?" He gave you a quick hug and kissed you gently on the cheek. Doyoung went out of the kitchen again and you were alone with Jaehyun. "I had a strange dream." You look down at your cup thoughtfully and turn it back and forth. "A nightmare?" Jaehyun asked and started to make a coffee too. It kind of annoyed you that he pretended that you had this conversation yesterday. "No, you can't say that." You sigh and Jaehyun understood that you didn't want to talk about it anymore. "Jaehyun?" What Doyoung kept you were very busy. Did you just imagine a relationship with Jaehyun? "Hmm?" You can hear his humming while he is looking for something to eat. "What is this between us?" Your heart was pounding like crazy and you were torn inside. You had to address it, otherwise, you wouldn't have a quiet minute. But Jaehyun leaned against the counter and sighed. "Is that because of yesterday?" He was annoyed again and you wonder; Is this your first argument? And will it be your last one too? "No Jaehyun, I just noticed that we never spoke about it." You look at him and you don't know how to react. "Y/N ... I don't know ..." He sighed and stared at you. You give him a few seconds, but he didn't say more. "You know what? That answer is enough for me." You get up and put your things together. "Wait Y/N, please stay. Can we talk in peace?" Jaehyun ran after you, but you were tired of listening to his excuses. Doyoung was right, you were just one girl out of many for him. Why should you be different? "Y/N. Please, I want to explain everything to you." He tried to run after you for a while, but you were quick and you were out of the apartment complex.

Jaehyun tried to reach you continuously for the next two days. But you had to think about it all. The next day when a beautiful bouquet of peonies stood at your door, you did get a little soft. Maybe you should listen to what he had to say. But you wouldn't be able to call him until the evening because there was a lot of work to do that day. You could watch a big event company that organizes a huge K-Pop festival. Chun was the organizer and you accompany him that day. So there was a lot to learn. You knew Jaehyun was not there because only SuperM was signed in from SM Entertainment. That makes it much easier for you. The event took place more in the south of Korea and not in Seoul, so you had to sleep in a hotel. You arrive by train in the morning and check-in straight away so that you could start as soon as possible.

Chen was super nice, he showed you everything in peace and you could learn a lot. It was interesting to look behind the scenes, but it was also very tiring. "Do you need a break?" A few hours had passed, but you didn't want to miss anything. "No, everything is fine." You smile, but your feet still hurt because of the many running back and forth. "But I need one. Wait, you can take a break by the girls for sure." Chen knocked on the door and you see the sign "Blackpink". "Do you always take a break with idols?" You look at the sign in confusion but Chen grinned. "No, but Blackpink's manager is my wife." He went into the room, but there were only Rose and Jisoo in the room. "Isn't my love here?" Chen looked around and searched for his wife. "No, I think she's looking for you at the stage." Jisoo smiled and then looked back at her phone. "Can I leave Y/N with you in the meantime? She works in an event agency that cooperates with SM and she looks at everything." Chen pushed you into the room while he was almost out again. "Sure, no problem." Rose smiled gently and you shyly went forward. "Sorry, I really don't want to bother you." When Chen was outside, you carefully sit down on a chair. "No, no problem at all." Jisoo smiled again and turned to you. "You work for SM?" Rose asked and all of her attention was now on you. You nod and when you wanted to say something, the door suddenly opened. „He is also here!“ Lisa ran excited into the room, waving her hands in front of Rose’s face. „What should I do? Should I do something? Should I speak to him?“ Rose barely moved but looked at her friend. „Ask Y/N! Chen said that she works for SM, maybe she helps you.“ Jisoo looked at you and you froze for a moment. You think about who it could be. It could only be someone from SuperM, as they also had a performance at the festival. "Would you help me?" Rose took a step towards you and looked at you with her big eyes. "I don’t know, I only know the guys from NCT. If I ask someone from another group, it might be looked weird." You put your phone aside and wait to see what happens. Actually, the situation was a little uncomfortable, but you would always help when it comes to love. "Oh that's perfect, he's from NCT." Rose raised her hands and ran across the room. As she continues to search for something, you start thinking about who it might be. You didn’t think it was Ten, Mark is too young. Taeyong or Lucas. Probably Lucas. He looked good, was funny and they would fit well together. You could picture them as a couple. Rose finally found a note and she wrote something on it. She folds it carefully and takes a deep breath before handing it to you. "Can you give it to Jaehyun?" Rose smiled and you could see how excited she was. At that moment your heart stopped beating. You could hardly react to her, but you try your best to cover your emotions. „J-Jae-Jaehyun? I didn’t know he was here." You wanted to make once again sure if she really meant him. "Apparently he is hosting with Johnny parts of the show. I didn’t know it either." Rose chuckled and turned excitedly to Lisa, who just nodded reassuringly. "You know what? I'll go now.“ You try to smile, but you could feel your fingertips go numb. "If Chen comes over, tell him I went for a little walk." You take your bag and look at Rose, who nodded understandably. “Thank you so much Y/N. This is so sweet and kind of you.” You try to laugh again, but in reality you would just throw the note against her. But you press the paper firmly between your hands and went out of the room. After closing the door, you lean against the wall and open the note. The bed feels so empty without you, Jaehyun. The last time was not long ago, but I need you again. I have a room for myself, maybe you want to visit me tonight. My hotel room number is 404, I'll leave it open at 10 pm. xx Rose... From one moment to the other you could feel everything again. The feeling of a knife stab shot through your heart and you felt again the pain. You thought you could trust him. But now you stood there and tears rolled over your face because he had something with another girl. You couldn’t go in this emotional state to him. He shouldn’t see you so weak.

You run to the next bathroom and locked yourself up for a few minutes. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you try to suppress your sobs. It hurt so incredibly to be replaced. After you've cried for a while, you slowly recollected yourself. You looked in the mirror and try to drain your tears with tissues enough so that your makeup doesn’t blur. "Fuck." You look in the mirror and try to breathe deeply. That was not easy for you. But you had to go through it, it didn’t helped in the end. You walked out of the bathroom and wandered down the hallway. You didn’t know if Jaehyun was in the same mask as SuperM, so you read every board carefully. Your heartbeat was still high and you keep trying to breathe in and out. And then you already found the sign saying „J.J., J.S., SuperM." You knock and open the door cautiously. This room was also pretty deserted. It was only Baekhyun and Mark in the room, with Mark sleeping on the couch. "Hey, do you know where Jaehyun is?" You ask Baekhyun, who is studying you. "Do we know each other?" He looked at you in amazement, but somehow he looked really cute. "I organized SM's Christmas party. Probably because of that." You smile but you always hold the piece of paper firmly in your hand. "Ah probably because of that." He smiled broadly, but he hadn't answered your question. "Ehm…Where's Jaehyun?" You ask again. Baekhyun's eyes widened and he laughed. "Sorry, I forgot your question. He gets something to eat with Johnny at the buffet." He grinned, you thanked him and ran fast out of the room, so you could see Jaehyun as soon as possible. While you run down the hall, you don't hear your surroundings. Your pulse was pounding loudly in your ears and your heart was beating wildly against your chest. Your whole body ached and you just wanted to break down on the floor. The buffet was bigger than expected, but after all, they have to take care of all the idols and employees. That's why it took a while for you to find Jaehyun. You go straight to him and stand behind Johnny, who was sitting opposite him. "Y/N!" He looked at you in surprise and Johnny turned to you too. "I think I'll leave you two alone." Johnny smiled, took his food and got up. Apparently, Jaehyun had told him that it was difficult between you right now. You sit down in the place where Johnny was sitting and cling to the note. "Hey, did you get the peonies?" He smiled slightly, but you are fighting with your tears. You don't answer his question, but push the piece of paper over to him. "Rose told me to give it to you." Your voice trembled and your whole body started to twitch. Jaehyun opened the folded note and read the lines. He sighed and put the paper aside. "Have you read it?" He knew you could read Hangul well and you knew you shouldn't have read it, but you admit it. "Yes." It was so quiet your voice, but Jaehyun understood you. He grabbed his forehead and looked desperately into the void. "There's nothing between me and Rose now." He sighed and looked into your eyes and somehow his eyes were so serious that you thought for a moment that he was honest. But before you could say anything, Chen was suddenly with you. "Come on Y/N, we have work to do." He smiled and patted your shoulder. You look at Jaehyun again and got up without a word.

Jaehyun tried to speak to you again and again, but you continue to ignore his messages and calls. But you couldn't sleep that night. Your heart was broken and you look at the ceiling of your hotel room. It was 2 am and you had to get up in a few hours. You look at your phone and swipe through the messages Jaehyun sent you. You didn't know if it was loneliness or you wanted to listen to him. That's why you type: "Are you still awake?" You were surprised to see the three dots that showed that he was writing something too and a YES came back a few seconds later. "Will you come to me?" You didn't know why you were doing this, but you miss Jaehyun, you want it to be as it was before.

It only took a minute when there was a knock on the door and Jaehyun was in your room. You sit in bed and look at each other. "Y/N ... I don't know where to start." He sighed and rubbed his hair. You look at him but couldn't say anything. It was quiet between you for a while and you saw Jaehyun struggling with his words. "When I was with Suji ... No ... I mean ... Okay, wait. Let's start this a few days ago." He took a deep breath and you look at him intently. "Okay, I've had some sexual experiences. They are no longer relevant to me now and I didn't want to talk about them because you thought I was a "fuckboy" for so long. I don't want you to think bad of me." Jaehyun's gaze dropped to his arm and he starts to play with the fabric of his sweatpants. But then he suddenly looked up. "The next day you asked me about our relationship status. I know we never talked about it, but I thought it was clear between us. I was going to address it anyway. There is a place where you can rent rooftop tents where there you can grill, eat and spend the evening. I made reservations there days ago for the next weekend and I wanted to talk to you about our relationship there. I know it sounds cheesy but I wanted to look at the stars with you, sing you a love song and confess my affection to you. When you asked me in the kitchen, I didn't rethink our relationship, I thought about if I should tell you my surprise." Jaehyun sighed and you look at him with wide eyes. You didn't expect that. "Jaehyun ..." You breathe his name and your body no longer knows how to react. "And that with Rose ... Yes, I had something with her. You remember when I told you at our first meeting that I was making mistakes. That was what I meant. I cheated on Suji a few times with Rose. But that between us is purely physical. I don't care anymore. Since I've known you, it is only you." He looks deep into your eyes and you were completely captivated by his gaze for a while. You don't notice tears running down your cheeks and you didn't know how to put all your thoughts in order. "But Rose has feelings for you and I don't know if I can all handle it. You are so popular with girls and I will never have you for me alone." You wouldn't know if you could get your jealousy under control if you know that Jaehyun is always confronted by super beautiful idols which starts flirting with him. At some point, you would break. "But for me, there is only you." Jaehyun leaned a little further forward and you can hear the desperation in his voice. "I have to think about it all. I have to think about that with us." You wipe away your tears and look at him. He was frozen but respected your decision. It was quiet between you for a while, but then Jaehyun leaned his body more to you. "Can I stay with you the night? I don't want to be alone now." His look was so sad and desperate that you couldn't say no. But you were feeling the same because you didn't want to be alone either. "Okay," you whisper softly and you two go to bed. You turn to the side and turn off the light. But your heart was still racing and somehow you still had to cry. Jaehyun heard your sob and he simply risked it. He put his arm around you and hugged you tightly. With its warmth and fragrance on you, you could finally sleep.

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October 7th, 2021

Day 6: The Fairy Tale Landscapes of the Dolomites

The first stop this very early morning was Alpe di Siusi, also known as Seiser Alm, a unique UNESCO World Heritage Site known as the largest high-altitude alpine meadow in all of Europe. Getting there was a pain because there are restrictions that don’t allow private cars to drive into the area during most of the day (10:00am-5:00pm) and restrictions preventing outsiders (people not staying in hotels there) from driving in.

So, to visit Alpe di Siusi as outsiders for sunrise, we had to wake up at the ungodly hour of 5:30am and get out by 6:00am. It took around 30 minutes to get to Parking Lot #2 in Compatsch (free access and parking before 9:00am) where we left our car and completed the trip to the meadow on foot. It was pretty cold and windy as we hiked in the dark alongside some other photographers to Alpe di Siusi. The hike to the meadow took much longer than I expected, around 45-60 minutes, likely because I was carrying my camera gear and because there was some uphill hiking involved. And because we were tired.

By the time we arrived at the meadow viewpoint, the slightly cloudy skies had become cloudy, snowy skies. Snow flurries were flying around us and it was pretty cold. In the hour that I spent up there (with Cynthia spending a little less there because she was cold), it was heavily cloudy with a brief period of partially clearing skies. But the sun never really peeked out from the clouds. And the picturesque fog never really rolled through. As a result, I had to work with suboptimal conditions to try and make the most of the photos of the otherwise gorgeous scene in front of me. Because Cynthia was cold and because she wanted to make it back to the hotel for a hot breakfast, I didn’t spend too much time up at Alpe di Siusi. And it was a good thing I didn’t because the weather continued to worsen as I hiked back to the car. Before, of course, it started to get better. Sighs.

I got back to the car around 9:15am, at which time we started our rush back to the hotel. And we were lucky to get there in time to be the last ones seated for a delicious hot breakfast. Score! Always a treat to begin the morning with a big, free hot breakfast on any trip! The spread had everything from delicious croissants to other breads to fruits, yogurt, milk, eggs, bacon, cereal, etc. So good! And so good that we had a food coma after the meal and found ourselves napping for a good two hours before waking up, much more refreshed than we were before the nap.

It took a while for us to finally get going again after our much-needed post-breakfast nap. While slowly getting up from our comfortably warm bed, we started making plans for the day. We also spent time making changes to the plans we had previously made for the trip to accommodate the nice weather forecasted for the next couple of days. So we mixed-and-matched parts of the itinerary we already had and moved things around to make the most of the beautiful mountain weather. And even made a last second decision to stay an extra day in the Dolomites and add on an extra rental car day. Of course, with these decisions, we had to spend more money than intended (pay extra for a new AirBnB rental, lose money on one night of a reservation in Florence, and pay for one more day of a car rental, which was actually pretty cheap at 37 Euros). But I definitely think that it will all be worth it in the end.

Once we had figured out the extra day we would be staying in the mountains, we then figured out how we wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening today. Instead of doing Seceda this afternoon (because the weather was cloudy and suboptimal and because it was a bit late to start exploring up there), we decided to check out the gorgeous Val di Funes instead. It took a little longer than expected to drive out to Val di Funes but once we got there, parking was pretty easy and it was then a matter of hiking to the two main attractions in the area: the picturesque and lonely Chiesetta di San Giovanni and the beautiful Santa Maddalena village and church nestled beneath the epic Odle Group peaks.

We didn’t stay long at Chiesetta di San Giovanni once we hiked there because there wasn’t much to see. It’s a neat little church in the middle of a big field with the mountains towering over it from behind. Cool to see but hard to get a unique photo from the observation platform. Once we were done, we hiked back to where we came from and toward the panoramic viewpoint of Santa Maddalena church, where I found a spot to set up for sunset. It was pretty cloudy but for a moment, all the other photographers and I had a little hope that the sun would come out from behind the clouds and create a colorful spectacle. Eventually, the sun did come out and create a beautiful sky… except it was on the wrong side of the sky, the part of the sky that wasn’t hovering over the mountain and village. Sighs. So much for that. But despite the lack of a perfectly placed sunset, the view was still really pretty.

After sunset, we drove back to Ortisei and dropped off our stuff at our room before finding dinner nearby. We decided on trying the highly-rated Mauriz Keller Restaurant and Pizzeria located just across the way from our hotel. The restaurant was in an old cellar and was very warm and welcoming. A really neat atmosphere. It took a while to order something because we were so hungry and there were so many delicious items on the menu. We ultimately ordered the Linguine with Lobster, the Margherita Pizza with Ham, and a glass of Chardonnay white wine. My goodness, this was an amazing meal! SO SO good! The lobster pasta was excellent and so was the pizza! And adding the Chardonnay was a nice little touch. We were ABOUT to order their dessert to finish off our nice dinner experience but they had just run out of good options so we said nevermind.

We took a short post-dinner stroll around town after dinner to work off the calories we had just ingested. Because we were tired, the walk didn’t last long before we turned back toward the hotel. What a nice day today was. The weather held up, for the most part, and the sights we saw were so pretty. Can’t wait to check out some more tomorrow now that we have an extra day in the mountains!

5 Things I Learned/Observed Today:

1. When you zoom out and really look at it, Alpe di Siusi kind of looks like a giant golf course with all of its green patches interspersed with trees and forests. Kinda cool.

2. In the Dolomites mountain region, there are, oftentimes, two names for places. One is an Italian name and one is a German name. This all stems from the extensive history of the Dolomites and the groups of people who have lived in this region over the centuries. In some places, the primary language spoken and primary language on signs is German.

3. The cows here in the Dolomites have large bells tied around their necks even though they are fenced in. I wonder why…

4. Everything in the Dolomites, from fields to buildings to homes, are so clean in appearance. Everything looks like something you’d see in a miniature model of a town or countryside village. Spotless. Model-like. Like everything was just recently built and painted. And not to mention the pretty and well-taken-care-of flowers that accompany many of the windows of these beautiful buildings. So pretty and so clean.

5. Pizza in Italy is never cut into slices. So strange and so very annoying!

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