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Magical Girl Exorcist Squad: Issue #26

Nicole wanted to collapse as soon as she got to her apartment. She, Amy, and Zack walked in the front door, and a nigh-magical feeling of being HOME flushed through her. Her living room with the wide, long windows revealing the outside world, decorated with couches and accented with a fireplace; her kitchen, scrubbed clean before they’d left the previous night, save for a few plates in the sink while the dishwasher ran; the hallway extending to the back where her bedroom was on the right and Amy’s on the left… They were going to have to talk about how this was going to work. If they were dating now, and Nicole was pretty sure they were, it might not be the best idea for them to instantly start sharing a room every night as well… No matter how appealing that prospect was. They’d figure it out.

“Holy Hannah!” Zack said, eyes going wide. “This is where you guys live?”

Amy looked at Nicole and smirked, then mouthed, ‘Holy Hannah?’

Nicole gave her a playful swat on the arm, then said, “Yeah, well Amy’s family pays for it. Which I still feel bad about-”

“And as I’ve said, we can talk about getting you on the lease and paying rent once you get a job,” Amy said. “Until then, my folks already set aside the money for a year in this place in one of their twenty-odd bank accounts, so it’s all taken care of.”

“You two are sure you don’t mind me staying here for the rest of the weekend?”

“It’s all good,” Amy said. “Why don’t you get washed up, take a shower or something, while I move some of my stuff out of my room. Then you can get situated. Okay?”

“Okay,” Zack nodded, looking down at the floor when addressing Amy. He… They… She (? (this was gonna get confusing)) then looked up at Nicole and went in for the hug. They’d gotten very huggy since breaking free of the demon… Not a bad thing, though.

While Zack showered, Nicole followed Amy into her room and unhooked a few outfits from her closet: a pair of jean shorts and an orange crop-top, a high-necked light-blue dress with long, ruffled sleeves, and the sleeveless yellow sundress with the plunging neckline she’d worn when they first met.

“Do you really need all those? Zack is only gonna be here a day and a half at most,” Nicole said as she gathered up Amy’s makeup kit and hairbrushes.

“Somehow I get the feeling it’s going to turn into more than that,” Amy said with a wry grin. “Which I don’t necessarily mind- I think that girl’s gonna need some help going forward.”

“Right- but let’s stick with ‘he’ at least for now,” Nicole said. “Zack isn’t like me- he’s never been the type to take the big plunge, ya’ know.”

“Fair enough. What are you gonna tell your folks?”

“I already texted my mom on the way over here, told her I’ve got it under control. She’s gonna come down here tomorrow night to pick him up so he can attend his disciplinary hearing on Monday. After that… I have no idea what’s gonna happen. Theroux Academy’s got a pretty strict no-tolerance policy about fighting in school. Especially for cases like… Well, like my family,” Nicole said, carrying Amy’s stuff into her bedroom.

“That’s such bullshit- nobody gets kicked out for one fight! At least not at my high school anyway.” Amy hung her outfit in Nicole’s closet, then went back and grabbed a small stack of unread comics off her nightstand.

“Really? Did you not go to a place like that?” Nicole asked, grabbing Amy’s medical textbooks and backpack.

“No, I went to public school. All of us did. Dad thought sending us to private school would turn us into snobs.”

“Huh,” Nicole said. “Mom always wanted us to go to a private school so we didn’t turn into townies.”

“Ironic, no?” Amy said dryly.

“Yeah, I guess. You got all your stuff?”

“Yeah, anything else I need is in the bathroom,” Amy said. “So I guess that means tonight-”

Nicole didn’t let her finish. She leaned in for the kiss, tasting Amy’s soft, painted lips and opening her mouth and sliding her tongue into the other girl’s throat. Hormones exploded through Nicole’s body, in her chest and her nether-region, as everything started to focus in around the picture of beauty and grace in her bedroom. They collapsed onto Nicole’s bed, Amy burying her face in Nicole’s neck and working her way up with kisses. Nicole ran her hand through Amy’s long dark hair and kissed the top of her forehead. They stared into each other’s eyes, Nicole getting lost in Amy’s emerald gaze…

Only to get interrupted by the sound of a high-pitched scream cutting through the apartment.

They leapt off the mattress and ran over to the closed bathroom door. Nicole knocked, and over the sound of running water, Zack said, “Don’t come in!”

“We weren’t gonna,” Nicole said. “Are you okay?”

“No, I just, uh… All my body hair fell out.”

“Ahhhhh,” Nicole said, understanding. “Do you need anything?”

“No, no, just… Gimme a few more minutes.”

“Okay.”

They went back into the bedroom, but the mood to make out had somewhat been killed, so instead they laid on the bed snuggling.

Eventually, the bathroom door opened a crack, and Zack said, “Hey, do you guys have any clothes in my size? Mine are kinda… Bloody and ashy and full of holes.”

“Ummm…,” Nicole started, “So, we do, but you’re not gonna like ‘em.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re two women who cohabitate, Zack,” Amy said, eyebrows raised, her smile a full-on smug smirk. “All we have are girl’s clothes.”

“What? Don’t you… Nicole, don’t you have any of your old clothes anymore?”

“No, I sold them all to a textile store so I could afford food,” Nicole awkwardly shuffled her feet around while standing still. “Also, I was like five inches taller than you.” Five inches taller than you were yesterday- you’ve clearly gone down a few inches already.

“...”

“Zack?”

“Yeah, I heard ya’.”

“So what do you want to-”

“You said it doesn’t have to mean anything, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Nicole assured him. “Nothing at all.”

“You won’t tell anyone?”

“Nobody,” Nicole said.

“It won’t leave this apartment,” Amy said.

“Okay, then… Then bring me something to wear. Please.”

Nicole breathed in a deep breath through her nose. Part of her heart was singing at this whole situation, while another part cried out in empathetic pain. Zack was a mess of confusion and shame right now- she couldn’t afford to make light of this situation when he was in such a sensitive place.

She walked into her room. Amy followed her…

… And immediately started giggling silently.

Nicole’s eyes bulged. “Stop that,” she whispered.

Amy swallowed her laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Amy whispered. “It’s just… There’s a certain poetry to all this-”

“I’m well aware.”

“-And you’re not enjoying this even a little? Seriously?”

“I…”

“Could you guys please hurry up, I’m getting really freaked out by my reflection!” Zack, voice shooting up a little higher as he spoke.

“Okay, a little,” Nicole whispered.

Nicole and Zack were roughly the same height now, so it made things a little easier. She brought out a fairly neutral outfit- a pair of jeans and a black sweater and a sports bra. She handed it to Zack through the crack in the door, and he quickly slammed it shut again.

“Um…,” Zack said. “Why do I need a bra?”

“Just trust me, kiddo,” Nicole said. “The weather’s cooling off. You’re gonna need that.”

“... Okay.”

After a few minutes of waiting outside the bathroom door, Zack said, “Could, um… You bring me something a little less obvious?”

“In what way?” Nicole asked, crinkling her brow.

“Um… In the crotch area?”

Nicole’s arched eyebrows shot up. “Right! You still have a-”

“HOLY HANNAH for the love of all that is good and p-pure do not finish that sentence, Nicole,” Zack whined.

“... Right. So, uh, here’s the thing- if you want something that’s gonna draw less attention to that area, you’re talking ‘bout a dress or a skirt. Probably a dress. Ya’ sure you’re ready for that?”

“... Fuck,” Zack whispered.

“Language,” Nicole said.

“For God’s sake-”

“Second Commandment!” Nicole said.

Out in the living room, Amy laughed as quietly as possible. Nicole shot her a look, and Amy adopted an innocent, eyelash-batting expression. Nicole sighed but smiled at her.

“Okay,” Zack said gravely. “You can bring me a dress.”

“What’s the magic word?” Nicole said dryly.

“... P-please b-b-bring me a dress to.. To p-put on, sis.”

“Much better.”

Nicole went back into her room and returned with something she thought he’d like, or at least not-hate: a black maxi-dress, long-skirted and flowing, and only revealing a small bit of cleavage. It was a plain, solid dark pattern, no dots or flowers or hearts or anything too overtly girly. Something for the young egg to wear but not so screamingly feminine as to scare him… Her… Gosh, what are the rules for something like this?

She handed Zack the dress.

After a moment, he opened the door. Nicole stifled a gasp… He looked lovely. The dress was the perfect length for Zack’s tall, lithe body, the dark color creating a good contrast with his pale skin. His now dirty-blonde hair was wetted and parted steeply to the right, revealing his smooth, girlish face. He looked at the floor with a terrified fragility in his blue eyes, unable to meet her gaze. “How d-d-do I-I-I look,” he said.

Oh boy, that was a bad sign. He hadn’t stuttered like that since elementary school.

“You look good,” Nicole said, with an even tone and a simple smile. “How do you feel?”

“St… Stup-stup-pid,” Zack said. “Stupid.”

“Why?”

“I… I don’t know why.”

“Well then maybe try to ignore it. It’s just us and Amy here, and you can trust her-”

“Can I?”

Nicole glared. “Yes. You can.”

Zack met her gaze. “Okay. Fine. Let’s just get this over with-”

“Get what over with?”

“... I don’t know.”

“Well the first step to wisdom is admitting all the things you don’t know,” Nicole smiled.

Then she hugged him. He allowed it.

They went out into the main room, where Amy was cooking turkey sausage and scrambled eggs with tomatoes and bell peppers and fresh arugula. The scent was rich and crisp and fresh and clean, and Nicole’s mouth nearly started watering.

“Wow, you look great!” Amy said. Then she put a hand to her chest and said, “The nails especially, I might add. Which makes sense, given they were done by the incomparable team of the Donahue Sisters-”

“Is she always like this?” Zack asked Nicole.

“Yes,” Nicole said.

Amy pouted. “Like what?”

Nicole chuckled, then gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Adorable.”

Amy giggled.

Zack just looked uncomfortable, and took a seat on the living room couch.

“So, what do you guys wanna do?” Nicole asked.

Amy finished putting the food on their plates, then carried two over and put them on the table in front of Zack. Nicole sat down next to her younger sibling, and Amy sat down next to her with the third plate.

“Well, uh, I’ve b-been meaning to ask,” Zack said. “If… If I were a g-girl… Which I’m not-”

“Of course,” Nicole said.

Amy snickered. Nicole poked her in the ribs.

“Does that mean I’d have to like g...g…girly stuff?” Zack asked.

“No,” Nicole said. “You don’t have to like or not like anything. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Doesn’t it?” Zack said.

“Again I say ‘no.’ Why do you ask?”

“Well b… Because… You didn’t used to like girly stuff. And now you’re… Well, you’re all p-pink and frilly. All I’ve seen you wear since you came out are dresses and skirts- I was surprised you even own a p-p–p-p-pair of p-p-pants!”

“He’s got you there,” Amy said.

Nicole sighed. “Zack, remember a couple years ago, when I was driving you back from that party two towns over?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember what I did on the ride back?”

“... You sang along to something on your phone-”

“I sang along to Paramore the entire ride home.”

“That doesn’t mean anything-”

“No, it doesn’t. But that’s a pretty girly thing to do.”

“... I thought you just had a crush on Hayley Williams.”

“Both things can be true,” Nicole said.

“OMG you like Paramore too!” Amy said. “How has this never come up before?”

“I dunno,” Nicole shrugged.

“Give me a second,” Amy said, scuttling off to her room for something.

“Plus, there was other stuff too,” Nicole continued. “All those Disney princess movies I watched on loop-”

“I thought that was just a way of spending time with Monica,” Zack said.

“The fact that my two favorite superheroes are Courtney Whitmore and Stephanie Brown-”

“They’re just g…Great characters underserved by sexist editors and writers!”

“I always loved to comment on women’s clothes.”

“That… Okay, that I was always confused by.”

“I mean, hey, so was everyone else, myself included,” Nicole said.

“Okay, so you were always into a g-girl-stuff,” Zack said. “I just didn’t recognize it.”

“And neither did I,” Nicole said. “But none of that is what makes me a girl. It’s just stuff I like, that happens to be stereotypically girly stuff. You could argue that those were signs that I was trans, but at the end of the day, I’d still be a girl even if I wasn’t into that stuff. Plus, I still enjoy stuff like sports and hunting and fishing and hiking-”

“And g-girls can like those things too,” Zack said, as if just now realizing that for the first time in his teenage life.

“Exactly.”

“But I don’t know if I l-like a-a-any of that stuff. I mean… And this doesn’t leave this room… But, I don’t think I could ever really be a g-girl when I don’t think I’ve ever really been into girl…girly stuff like you always were.”

Nicole smiled. “You don’t have to like or dislike any girl stuff or boy stuff to be either, or neither, if that’s where you land. You can just be you. That’s okay. There’s plenty of guys who are in touch with their feminine sides. There’s plenty of girls who hate makeup and dresses and princess movies. And there’s plenty of enbies who don’t give a single hoot about gender norms at all! Oh, yeah, by the way, an enby is-”

“I know what an enb-by is,” Zack said.

“You do?” Nicole beamed.

“I… May have d-done sssome research o-o-on my own,” Zack said. “After you… After we… Oh, Holy Hannah, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did, I was… What’s wrong with me?!”

Nicole put an arm around her… Her sister’s shoulder and held her tight. “You were confused. It’s okay. You’ll be okay, I promise.”

Zack sobbed. Poor thing had fallen off over the edge right into the deep end of the estrogen pool, by the looks of it. You’ve been through this not so long ago yourself. She’ll get through it. She’s strong. She’s a Nygaard, after all.

Amy finally returned with a speaker. “Did I miss something?”

“No,” Zack cried.

“Ah. Well, in that case,” Amy said. She plugged in the speaker, then tapped on her phone until ‘Brick by Boring Brick’ started blaring out. She started dancing around the room, singing along to the lyrics, and stopped in front of Nicole and extended a hand.

Nicole was exhausted… But she couldn’t say no to dancing to her favorite band with her favorite girl. She took Amy’s hand, they sang and danced together, and after the first song ended and ‘Rose Colored Boy’ started playing, Zack got up and danced with them. By the time ‘Fake Happy’ came on, Zack was singing along. Nicole had forgotten how wonderful a singer Zack was. And she didn’t stutter a single syllable or letter.

They went on like that for a while, until finally they forced themselves to sit and eat. Eventually, exhaustion caught up to them, and they all passed out on the couch, Zack moving over to the loveseat while Nicole and Amy cuddled together on the bigger one.

Nicole saw, in her dreams, a brief vision of the blackness of Chaos and the ever-flowing tides of the Floodwater, and her demon, still a black-clad version of herself, floated atop it. She waved hi, and Nicole waved back.

When she woke up, the sun was going down, and there was a knocking at the door.

“Please don’t be demons, please don’t be demons, please don’t be Astra, for the love of all that is Holy please don’t be Astra,” Nicole muttered as she pulled herself away from her sleeping girlfriend(?) and went to answer the door.

Cass, Debbi, Heather, and Matt stood on the other side of the door.

“Trick or Treat,” Debbi said. “Mind if we come in?”

“Yeah, sure,” Nicole said, ushering them inside. And then she thought, wait, no- ZACK!

Before she could say or do anything, Zack yelped, then ran out of the room and into Amy’s bedroom. Amy, to her credit, was up in an instant and chased after Zack.

“What’s going on there?” Matt asked.

“Oh, I’m ninety percent sure Zack is actually a girl and right now she’s struggling with it something fierce,” Nicole said, shuddering as Matt’s powers inadvertently forced the whole truth out of her.

“Ah,” Matt said. “We can come back- well, I can, anyways. Feel like I might-”

“No,” Zack said, slowly shuffling back out into the main room, dragging her bare feet over the wooden floor. “No, it’s fine. Just… Just don’t tell anyone about this. It doesn’t have to mean anything, even though it clearly does.”

Zack’s eyes bulged as she realized what she’d just said.

“Uh, yeah,” Matt said. “Here’s the thing.”

Once he’d explained, Zack assumed the fetal position on the floor.

Nicole and Cass sat down next to her, mimicking Zack’s posture. “Hey now, you’re okay,” Cass said. “Come on, what’s going through your head right now?”

Zack looked at Cass intently. Nicole winced before Zack opened her mouth. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Then Zack face-palmed.

“That’s very sweet, but I’m very straight,” Cass said, ruffling Zack’s hair. “And you’re a little young for me.”

“I’m sixteen- I’ll be seventeen in two months!”

“Yeah, but you’re just the cutest little thing,” Cass said, ruffling Zack’s hair even more, then booping his nose.

“STAHP!”

Amy burst out laughing. She and Nicole cleared the plates off the coffee table, while Nicole reached into the kitchen cabinet for the twin bags of Halloween candy they’d been saving. She poured one into a plastic bowl and put it over by the door, then brought the other one over to the coffee table. Amy came back with a bottle of Irish whiskey and seven glasses on a tray and set them down next to the candy, then went back into her room and retrieved a grinder and bong as well.

“So,” Amy said, clapping her hands together. “As far as I’m concerned, we’ve earned a night off. And it’s a holiday. Granted, I know every day is Halloween for us to an extent, but I feel like celebrating. I say we get epically cross-faded, eat junk food, play Smash Bros, and watch a movie. All in favor, say I.”

“I,” sang a choir of voices throughout the room. Everyone except Zack joined in the affirmation, and after a moment, she said, “I, I guess. I’ve never really… Done alcohol before.”

“Wait, seriously?” Nicole said.

“Y.. Yeah,” Zack said.

“What about all those parties you went to?”

“... I was too nervous to imbibe anything. I spent most of them spacing out in a corner trying not to think about all the hot g-” She clamped a hand over her own mouth before she could finish that sentence. Interesting. Through semi-parted fingers, she said, “I’ll try it though, as long as you guys don’t tell anyone.”

“Relax kid, we’re superheroes, we’re good at keeping secrets,” Heather said.

“Plus, as leader, I can order everyone not to say anything to anyone about any of this,” Debbi said.

Soon thereafter, cannabis smoke filled the room, and Amy turned on a fan and opened the window to let the place air out as they all passed the bong around in a circle. Nicole found herself giggling deep within her soul as she leaned on Amy, and Amy leaned on her.

After that came whiskey shots, and soon, everything was a haze of happiness and contentment.

“Okay, time to kick all y’alls asses in Smash,” Cass said. “Who’s down?!”

“I’m down,” Zack said. “I love Smash.”

“Sweet! Who’s your main?”

“... Rosalina.”

Nicole tried very, very hard not to say, “Oh yeah, you’re definitely not into girly stuff,” out loud. She failed.

Zack simply said, “Yeah, I guess you’ve got me there.”

“Ayuh,” Nicole replied.

First up was Zack against Matt, a brawl that Zack won after a brutal struggle. Then was Nicole versus Heather, which Nicole won within two minutes; Cass versus Amy, in which Cass utterly dominated; Debbi versus Nicole, in another victory for Nicole; Then Zack versus Nicole versus Cass.

It took thirty minutes, but Cass triumphed over both Nygaard’s.

“DAMMIT!” Zack shouted. “Not fair!”

“Still think I’m beautiful?” Cass smiled and gave Zack the finger.

“Yes,” Zack gulped. Nicole patted her on the back.

After that, they put on the 2011 version of Fright Night and piled onto the couches together. Halfway through, the doorbell rang, and all sound drained out of the room even as the movie kept playing.

The doorbell rang again, and everyone held their breath.

A third ring.

Nicole finally exhaled, and forced herself off the couch and towards the door. Amy followed her, then Zack, then Debbi and Heather, then Cass and Matt. Nicole looked back as she held the doorknob in her hand. Her friends, her family, and her girlfriend were all with her, no matter what happened, no matter what awaited them on the other side.

She breathed in through her nose, and opened the door.

“TRICK ‘R’ TREAT!” five elementary-school girls in Magical Girl Exorcist Squad costumes all stood in the hallway holding plastic jack o’lantern candy buckets.

Nicole breathed out, and behind her Cass started laughing, and the collective tension loosed and let out like a knot. Nicole reached for the bowl of candy, passed it out, then turned around and looked at her friends one more time.

She smiled. There was still more to be done, still villains to fight, demons to face. She wasn’t sure she’d done the right thing, convincing Aidan and Winona to turn themselves in. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen with Astra, or with anyone else Cass had warned them of. She wasn’t even sure she’d finish her midterm paper for anatomy class on time. But for now, for tonight, for this moment, everything was at peace, and all she felt was love. For her team, and for herself.

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Made of Steele - Chapter 23

*Warning: Adult Content*

"Happy 21st birthday, Jamie," my friends scream and throw their glasses filled with champagne into the air.

The DJ had started playing music and just like that, my friends and family started to come up to me and congratulate me, whilst they all asked how my trip had been to Europe.

As much as I wanted to avoid a birthday in the States this year, I'm somewhat thankful I won't be spending another birthday alone, after travelling for the past three years.

Three years ago... I felt lost.

I don't know if it was Kit and him leaving or my loss of purpose in the world but I just couldn't stay in one place anymore, I wanted to leave and experience something else other than what I felt at that time.

It's been three years and I've been to twelve countries in Europe and every single time I hopped from one place to another, I couldn't help but think of home and what I was leaving behind.

Just as my friends and some relatives congratulated me, I made a quiet exit through the sea of people that were currently inside the photo studio that my party was currently being thrown in, with my paintings on the walls.

I felt like I was suffocating, to see my work on the walls should make me happy,but if anything, I felt more alone than usual.

I made it outside the studio and into a staircase and once the doors closed behind me, I felt like I could breathe again.

I went into my back pocket and grabbed my cigarettes and when I was sure nobody followed me out there, I lit one up and then sat down on the steps of the stairs.

Once I inhaled the toxic fumes, a sense of calm washed over me and only then did I feel completely at peace.

This disgusting smell and the taste on my tongue... I didn't know what it was about or why I needed to do it just to get through the day but since leaving, I can't go a day without smoking one of these things.

The past three years have felt like a blur and within these three years, I've stuck to what makes me feel human and that would be art.

I travelled, I painted and sometimes, I would fuck strangers on these art pieces, that would probably go for thousands if I sold them.

There was something satisfying about ruining something I spent a lot of time and patience on, so satisfying that it had become somewhat of a need, for when I'm low.

Almost done with my smoke, someone opens the doors to the stairwell and makes me almost jump out of my skin, a part of me hoped that it wasn't my dad.

"There you are," my best friend, Hannah said, closing the door behind her.

Her face crinkles in disgust once she smells the smoke and notices what I was doing, as I currently put out the rest of my cigarette.

"Ugh," she gagged. "Jamie, it stinks,"

"It's not that bad," I rolled my eyes, getting up from the steps.

"Tell that to your dad," she huffed, making me snap my eyes towards hers.

"He's here?"

Hannah nodded her head, making me frown and move forward towards the door, to peek through the glass and look inside the studio.

I eventually spot him, he was alone and looking around the room.

No doubt, looking for me.

What was he doing here?

"He's just wanting to wish you a Happy Birthday," Hannah said, putting her hand on my back. "He misses you, you know... we all do."

I turned and looked at Hannah and saw that she had tears in her eyes and despite how badly I wanted to get away from this place, I always felt like shit when Hannah would call, text or cry and tell me how much she missed me.

"I missed you too."

I wrapped my arm around her and brought her into my chest as my free hand rested on the back of her long hair.

Hanna chuckled and hugged me back, then moments later they moved away from me, her nose crinkled with a smile on her lips, tears still in her eyes.

"Sorry, the smell is just too much," she said seriously, making me laugh and then shrug.

Well, there's no avoiding it, if I left now, he'd only track me down another way until he makes me see him.

"I'll catch up with you later," I lean forward and kiss her cheek, making her smile. "I'm going to see what he wants."

"No fighting, he is just here to see you," she says, as I sigh but nod my head anyway.

Hannah and I went back into the room and as I got further into the room, I saw just how much my dad didn't change, if anything, despite him almost being forty, he looked the same as he did when I left.

Only more annoying.

"Hey," I said, coming up to him, making him turn and look at me.

"Jamie," he smiled, almost relieved to see me standing in front of him and I don't know why but that made me nervous. "You look..." he looked me over, trying to find the words to my obvious attire. "Good," he eventually said. "Healthy."

"Thanks," I rolled my eyes, and awkwardly stood there, not knowing what to say. "Where's Allie, and Evan?" I ask, looking around and not seeing them anywhere.

"Around, somewhere," he frowns, looking around before his eyes focus back on me. "Happy birthday," he held out the envelope to me, with a small smile. "Now, I'm still just as bad as I always was with buying gifts for you, and since you're now twenty-one, I wanted this to be special."

I furrowed my brows at him then looked down at the envelope in my hands, taking a small moment to myself before I opened it up and took out what was inside.

Inside was a letter and at the top was my name and the name of a company I had never heard of, called 'Made of Steele'.

It had a nice ring to it but this meant nothing to me.

"What's this?" I ask him, holding up the piece of paper.

"It's yours," he said, coming to stand next to me to look at the paper in my hands. "I know how passionate you are about art and how talented you are," he pointed to an address on the paper. "Your mom and I found a great place, nothing flash, a decent part of town, with it's own studio and apartment, also a large room for a potential gallery if you wish."

I couldn't do anything but stare at the paper in my hands and go over just what he was talking about, every single word that was on the paper.

It's true, this... whatever this was, was completely one hundred percent mine and given to me by not only my dad but also my mom from her signature.

I knew what this was... this was their subtle way of trying to make me stick around and stay in the states so they could see me more.

Even so, it... it made me happy to know that after three years of ups and downs with my parents, they still tried and never gave up.

I was embarrassed by how I acted in the past but most of all, I felt pathetic.

"Thanks..." I rubbed my neck as my dad genuinely smiled at me. "It's very thoughtful."

We stood there for a few more moments and in those moments I enjoyed the silence, and just knowing he was there and that things were looking up.

I felt tired, more so than usual and as much as I wanted to keep moving and be anyone other than Jamie Steele but n the end, there was no denying who I was or what I had become.

This place... this opportunity... I'm thinking it might be good for me and that it's time I do something with myself.

I was ready to move on to the next chapter in my life and rebuild my future at home and relationships with family and friends.

With the people who cared about me most, maybe then... the feeling of loneliness will finally disappear, along with the past and all those painful memories.... of him.

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Hello can I request where draco in fourth year having a crush on a hufflepuff reader but acts as arsehole cuz he doesn’t know how to show affection , leading it to her avoiding him which makes him depressed about what did he do wrong ?

Hi love. Thanks for the request.💕

I love writing Draco x hufflepuff!reader stories! I am a sucker for a slytherin x hufflepuff pairing.

I added a few extra details here and here. Hope you like it. X

Hopeful (Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Word count: 2100 sorry got a bit carried away. 😅

Warnings: None. Soft!Draco being an absolute blubbering idiot.

Draco’s thoughts are written in green

Spring had arrived.

It could be felt in the cool and gentle zephyr that made the shiny new leaves on top of the once barren and dead trees rustle.

Daisies were in full bloom and the wind had managed to carry some of the petals away—making them fall to the ground, acting like a harbinger of the fast approaching summer.

Draco couldn’t be bothered if it was spring, or autumn or winter.

In that particular moment, all he wanted to do was get away from the Slytherin common room and Pansy Parkinson.

He had taken her to the Yule ball and things had sort of fizzled out afterwards. He couldn’t get himself to see her as anything other than a friend.

Having ran all the way to a far and secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, Draco leaned against a tree trunk and panted heavily in an attempt to catch his breath.

“Are you—are you alright?”

Your voice startled him and he quickly stood up straight to look around.

You were sitting criss-crossed on the grass with your transfigurations textbook opened on your lap. Your shirt sleeves were rolled up and your yellow and black tie hugged very loosely around your neck.

“Fine.” He muttered as he slowly sat down noticing a single daisy tucked behind your ears.

After sitting there in complete silence for the next few minutes, he finally spoke up.

“What are you even doing here anyway?”

“Just wanted some peace and quiet to be honest.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s a beautiful day.”

Draco just hummed in response and kept staring at the daisy in your hair that swayed lightly with the breeze.

“What?” You asked when you noticed.

“You have—you have a twig stuck in your hair.”

“A daisy.” You corrected him as you closed your book and moved a bit closer to where he was sitting. “It’s a daisy.”

“Yeah I know that. I’m not stupid.” He said quickly. “But why?”

"Well, Daisies are essentially two flowers blended together in complete harmony." You said pulling the daisy out of your free falling hair before putting your hand forward to hand it to him.

“And?” Draco reluctantly took the flower from you and blinked his eyes in confusion.

“They are said to resemble innocence—true love even.” You explained getting comfortable next to him.

“You believe in all that?” Draco scoffed, twirling the flower between his index finger and thumb. He couldn’t tell if the floral fragrance was coming from you or the air but it made him slightly queasy nonetheless.

“Merlin. No.” You scrunched up your nose. “It just gives me hope I guess.”

Draco gave you another hum in response. For someone who came up with snarky and sometimes witty comments on the spot, he found himself weirdly tongue tied.

“I know you were hiding from Pansy by the way.” You remarked, making a small smile pull at his lips.

“How come?”

“What do you mean how come?” You rolled your eyes. “Everyone can see that she is obsessed with you for some reason that I personally can't seem to comprehend.”

~~~~~

The next day during potions class, Draco slowly opened his book and started to absently doodle on it with his quill while Snape talked about the upcoming potions essay that had to be done in pairs.

Draco knew he should be paying attention but he just couldn’t get the interaction between you two out of his head.

And just when he took a deep breath and decided to focus, a familiar scent started to fill his lungs up.

Fruity, almost spicy notes of strawberry and pink grapefruit mixed with gardenias, vanilla and musk. It felt like someone had tossed a huge bouquet into the room.

He knew it was you without even bothering to look up from my book.

"Ah, Miss y/l/n. Late again." Snape muttered. “Five points from Hufflepuff house.”

You quietly sat down next to your friend with your head hung low and Draco fought an unexplainable urge to give you a hug.

"The essay must be done in pairs.." Snape said.

Great.

"Ronald Weasley and Gregory Goyle."

This is exactly what I needed right now. Thanks Snape.

"Blaise Zabini and Hannah Abott."

The last thing I need is someone weighing my essay down.

"Draco Malfoy and y/n y/l/n."

What?

You turned back to look at Draco and gave him an apologetic smile and he didn't understand why you kept smiling at him. It's not like the both of you had suddenly formed an unlikely bond with each other.

Draco scowled at you in return and quickly raised his hand. "May I work on my essay alone?"

"No. You may not Mr. Malfoy."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Draco had been studying in the library for almost an hour. Because you were quietly sitting next to him, his elbows and knees slightly brushed yours every few seconds and as much as he hated to admit it, He secretly enjoyed it.

Contrary to yesterday, Draco was trying very hard to make a conversation with you. You seemed somewhat offended that he had asked Snape to work on the essay alone.

“I am happy to do most of the writing if you can look up all the ingredients.” You offered.

You don’t have to do all of that yourself. I am happy to help with the writing too. Is what he should have said.

“Fine whatever.” He said instead as he reached for a copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.

That night, Draco stayed up tossing and turning in his bed before giving up on getting any sleep for the night.

He lethargically walked towards his dresser and put his hands in his blazer pocket pulling out the now dried and pressed daisy from the other day.

Taking a deep breath, he put the flower in between the pages of his copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.

You were drawing him in, undoing him, unraveling him even.

He knew that.

But did you?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Draco! Open up."

His head jolted towards the door and He quickly walked over to open it.

You stood on the other end with books tucked in your arms, wearing your denim shorts and a plain white tank top—looking like summer personified.

The more time he spent with you, the more he started to notice your quirks. Like that the way your skin glowed as the days got warmer.

Compliment her. Do it. It’s not Difficult.

“Did you do something different to your hair?”

“Uh—no why are you asking.”

“It just looks a bit strange.” He commented wanting to slap himself.

"Okay, well are you going to let me in?" You questioned, wondering why he was blocking the way and asking you about your hair.

Why did you have to wear that God damned tank top-

"Sorry?" You asked stepping inside making his cheeks burn when he realized he wasn’t meaning to say that out loud.

"Just shut up and get back to working in the essay or whatever it is that you were doing." Draco grumbled feeling embarrassed as he grabbed some fresh parchment.

Okay. Focus. The Strengthening solution requires...

You stretched a little and pushed your hair away from your face.

several days to mature...

"Staring is rude Draco." You suddenly interrupted his thoughts as you set your eyes on his—peering right into his soul.

Draco felt like he was giving you some sort of power over him and the possibility of you using that power and leaving him heartbroken made him feel so very vulnerable.

He couldn't take the vulnerability a second longer.

"I don't think we should study together anymore." He blurted quickly standing up. “It's for the best.”

"Huh?" You stood up contorting your face in total confusion—wondering just what you had done to piss him off. "What's wrong Draco? Did I do something wrong?"

"Leave. Now." He muttered with his teeth clenched.

Please don’t go.

"Just go—leave please."

You couldn’t help but feel a sharp sting burning your insides as you gathered all the books that were on the floor and ran made your way towards hufflepuff dormitories with tears threatening to flood your eyes.

As soon as you ran off, he punched his wall and muttered out the plethora of angry curses when the impact bruised his knuckles.

~~~~~~~~~~~

During the following week, Draco failed to show up to any of your shared classes after you had refused to talk to him after what happened.

Even if you did manage to see him walking down the halls or walking with Crabbe and Goyle, you noticed that he looked like he hadn’t eaten or slept in days.

On a Tuesday, Draco looked at the Hufflepuff table during breakfast and when you caught his eye, all you did was look away.

Everyone at school had their opinions about him—most of them weren’t good opinions.

But when you were with him under that tree, he seemed different. His smirk was more playful than condescending. It managed to charm you in a way.

You took a final bite of your toast and gathered all your books, walking to your Potions class.

His seat still remained empty and you shook your head, trying to snap away from the thoughts of him as you flipped open your book.

Only it wasn’t your book.

You didn’t remember writing on the margins and making annotations on your book.

Running your fingertips along the pages, you flipped to the very first page of the book.

D. Malfoy was written in ridiculously neat handwriting and you shook your head when you realized that you had grabbed his book with you that day by mistake.

And just when you were about to put his book away, something fell from in between the pages and fell onto your desk.

It was the daisy you had woven into your hair the other day. Even in its dried state, the petals remained intact like her had done something to keep them that way.

When class was finally over, you made a quick beeline towards the slytherin dungeons, bumping into people along the way.

~~~~~~~~~

“Some hufflepuff girl is standing outside the dungeons asking to see you.” Theo shrugged when he saw Draco at the common room sofa. “Says it's urgent.”

He felt terrified yet so elated as he quickly stood up and made his way outside.

“Here’s your book.” You said taking a step towards him. “You never told me what’s wrong by the way.”

“Thank you.” Draco quickly took his book from you and stared at the ground.

“Why did you stop talking to me y/n?”

“You told me to go away—If I remember correctly.” You said shaking your head at him. “Tell me Draco, what’s wrong?”

“Everything.” He said quietly, meeting your gaze.

"What do you mean?"

"You make me feel all weak.....and smiley...and I hate it." He looked at you with agitation.

"Weak?" You ran your fingers through your hair in confusion.

"And your ridiculous white tank top." Draco half yelled.

"What's wrong with my top?" You asked, raising your voice slightly as if you had had enough of this.

"Nothing is wrong except for the fact that you look stunning in it.” He blurted involuntarily. "It is absolutely distracting when one is trying to study!."

He watched you open your mouth in shock and close it. Before he could spend another minute trying to solve the riddle that was your expression, you grabbed him by his tie and placed your lips on his.

His brows furrowed as he kissed you back tenderly. Tasting the sweetness of your lips—pouring out every bit of suppressed passion and adoration he felt for you with his lips.

There was something so strange and euphoric about finally kissing someone he had been longing to kiss for so long.

Something so magical about holding the person that fits perfectly into his arms.

Freaking Finally.

He was slightly disappointed when you slowly backed away, but the glow on your skin and the glossy ness in your eyes made him smile.

"I guess I'll leave before I realize the consequences of what I have just done." You said softly as you held his face and placed a small peck on his lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, you found a tiny box and an envelope on your desk when you woke up. Your roommate let you know that Draco Malfoy had stopped by late last night when you were asleep and half begged and half threatened her to leave the box on your desk.

You slowly opened the box and found a bedazzled and whimsical looking daisy necklace, encrusted with gems.

A Daisy for my daisy.

You give me hope.

- D.M

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on the pitch - mason mount

in which mason clashes with your ex boyfriend during a game

sorry to jesse for making him a prick

this one’s for my bff @wintersoldierwhore i prioritised this over my uni work and it still took me forever to finish i’m so sorry but i think this is the longest fic i’ve ever written so i hope it’s good

Mason was dreading the Man U game more than he probably should have been and it had a lot to do with a certain number 14 who was currently a few feet behind him in the tunnel.

You'd briefly dated Jesse before you'd met Mason, a short but very public relationship that the media had no qualms about reminding everyone about. It wouldn't be such a big deal if it weren't for the fact you and Jesse had remained friends after the break up and often ended up at the same parties and events due to being friends with pretty much the same group of people.

Mason was never usually the jealous type, he trusted you and he knew how you felt about him, it was clear to pretty much everyone just how in love with him you were. But Jesse pushed his buttons, he knew exactly what to do to get under his skin and Mason could never get a handle on his emotions when it happened.

His anger had been simmering just below boiling point for the past two days since the two of you had attended a party that Jesse just so happened to be at, the other boy flirting with you at every chance he got. Mason knew he did it on purpose, it was always the same, he'd ignore you most of the night but then when Mason went off to get a drink or go to the toilet Jesse would find his way to you, hands lingering in places they didn't need to be.

That party had been exactly the same.

The two of you had arrived pretty late into the night having been for a meal first but the party was still pretty much in full swing, your friends waving at you and shouting you over the second you'd walked in the door. Your fingers had slipped through Mason's, palm settling comfortably against his.

"Stay for a bit and then we can make an excuse that someone broke into your house." You pushed onto your tip toes to mumble in his ear and his laugh made the loose strands of your hair flutter.

"You're a terrible friend."

"Stop pretending you want to be here." You nudged your shoulder against his arm and his lips tilted into a soft grin. You led him over to your small group of friends, fingers sliding from his as Hannah pulled you into a hug.

"You're late." She practically had to yell in your ear because of how loud the music in the house was and you cringed away from her.

"Date night." Was your reply and Hannah's gaze slid from you to where Mason hovered behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets.

"Oh."

"What?"

"Jesse is here." That made your boyfriend scoff and your stomach dropped at the prospect of him having yet another tiff with your ex, especially just days before their teams were set to play against each other.

"Of course he is." You sighed, sinking back into Mason so you could wrap your arm around his waist, other hand patting against his stomach.

"The house is crowded, we won't even see him." You reassured him, lips pressing a line of soft kisses across his jaw. You felt Mason's arm drop over your shoulder.

"I feel like he's everywhere."

"Mase, it's fine just please don't get into anything with him." He mumbled something unintelligible into your hair and you knew he wasn't at all happy anymore. You squeezed him slightly. "I promise we won't be here long." You felt his chest rise and fall.

"It's fine, we've had a great night and I'm the one who gets to be with you tonight, I'm not letting him ruin it." He kissed the top of your head, thumb lightly tapping against your cheek.

"Where is Alec?" You asked, neck craning so you could look for the host and reason for the party over Mason's shoulder. Hannah waved briefly toward the living room.

"He was in there somewhere, think he said he was going to play beer pong." This got Mason's attention and the second he dipped his head you knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Wanna show off our skills?" You grinned and nodded your head, excusing yourself from you friends so Mason could lead you through the house in search of the beer pong table. It was safe to say that you and Mason were a pretty unbeatable team when it came to beer pong. Whenever he invited you to parties with his friends and there was a table you always found yourselves stuck to it, people complaining at the end of the night that you'd somehow cheated.

As Hannah had said Alec was standing at a beer pong table, ball in between his fingers, an intense look of concentration on his face. You watched in amusement as he kissed the ball before sending it sailing straight into the last cup on the other side of the table. A yell of triumph filled the room along with the shouts and laughter of Alec’s friends. You shook your head, smile climbing across your face.

“See you’ve been brushing up on your game.” At the sound of your voice Alec spun around, frown turning into a grin when he ambled over and pulled you into a hug. You and Alec had met a uni a little over two years ago and he was the reason you’d met Jesse, hence why the two of you often ended up at the same places.

“(Y/N)! I thought you wouldn’t come.” He patted the top of your head like a dog before his gaze ran to Mason and he lifted his fist. “Mason, hey man. Great game the other night, you were amazing. That assist was clean as fuck, bro.” You frowned, stepping in front of Mason and lightly whacking the back of your hand against your friends stomach.

“Stop flirting with my boyfriend. We wanna play you.” You felt Mason’s hands slide against your hips as you nodded towards the beer pong, Alec’s loud groan doing wonders for your ego.

“Come on, don’t let me lose at my own party.”

Two rounds of beer pong later you and Mason were most definitely going to enter your skills into a record book because there was no way anyone was beating you any time soon. Alec was sulking on the other side of the table, lips turned in a pout that made you smirk. Mason’s lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

“Need to pee, darling, be back in a few minutes.” You nodded, pressing a soft kiss against his mouth before he disappeared into the crowd, your gaze turning back to Alec.

“Do you two practice at home? Is this like a weird form of foreplay for you?” You rolled your eyes, taking a sip from your own cup of vodka.

“Don’t be gross. We just have skills.” You suddenly felt a pair of hands at your waist and frowned, turning to ask your boyfriend why he was back so fast but your eyes instead landed on your ex.

“I thought I heard someone mention your name.” Jesse grinned down at you, leaning down to press a kiss against your cheek.

“Jesse.”

“Hi, (Y/N).” You caught Alec’s glare out of the corner of your eye as you gently pushed Jesse’s hands off you, sending him a small smile.

“How are you?” You asked, attention turning back to the table.

“I’m good, better now I’ve seen you.” Your fingers tensed around your cup, eyes darting over to Alec who was currently sending warning looks towards his friend. “Why are you playing alone? Need a partner?”

“No, Mason went to the toilet.”

“You brought him here?”

“Of course I did. Go on, Alec, it’s your go.” You nodded towards the ball settled at his end of the table.

“What about Mason?”

“He’ll be back in a minute, we’ll do one on one, it’ll be fine.” You felt Jesse’s hand settle dangerously low on your back.

“I’ll fill in, me and Mason are good at taking over for each other.” You frowned at the obvious double meaning behind that but Jesse was already shrugging his jacket off and settling in beside you. “See who’s the better partner, (Y/N).”

Mason was cornered as he left the upstairs bathroom by two drunk guys asking him to sign their chests and he was too surprised by the way they’d jumped out at him to even argue with them that they’d made him use sharpy. He was making his way down the stairs, careful to avoid the weirdly aligned bottles on the middle step but stopped when he was almost at the bottom, glare immediately forming. He’d left you for five fucking minutes and Jesse had still managed to worm his way to you.

Mason stood on the stairs, stomach turning as he watched Jesse lean in to you, fingers sliding over your back, far lower than they needed to be. You nodded at something he said and plucked the ball from his fingers before taking your shot, landing it just like always. That twist of jealousy had turned to anger when Jesse’s eyes slipped to your slightly exposed boobs, smirk pulling at his mouth.

He’d leant in again, lips brushing your ear, hand once again on your back. Whatever he’d said had made you laugh, hand shoving playfully at his shoulder and it had been like a bucket of ice over Mason’s head, his eyes narrowing as he suddenly started pushing his way over to you.

“You can take your hands off my girlfriend, Lingard.” Your head snapped up at the sound of Mason’s voice and Jesse stepped back raising his hands in the air in mock peace.

“Just being friendly.”

“Yeah maybe a bit too much.” Mason dropped his gaze to yours, jaw tight in a way that made you certain he was pissed off. “We’re leaving.” His voice was hard and he stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets.

“So soon? But I was just having fun with (Y/N), we’re great beer pong partners too y’know.” Jesse’s lips tilted into a teasing smirk and you sighed heavily, frowning in his direction.

“Stop being like that.” You told him, dropping your cup against the table and reaching out for Mason’s arm. “Take me home?” You mumbled, fingers squeezing his bicep.

“We used to play together all the time, did she tell you how good I am with my hands?”

“Jesse!”

“What the fuck, man?”

“I swear to God, Lingard.” Mason tried to move forward but you pressed your hands against his chest.

“Take me home.” Your voice was just as hard as Mason’s was but his gaze was still locked on Jesse’s anger clearly radiating from him.

“Go home, Mount, it’s passed your bedtime now anyway.” You threw a glare over your shoulder at the other boy, gently pushing Mason through the little crowd of people who’d gathered.

“You’re being a dick.”

“Sorry, princess, not my fault your boyfriend’s so territorial.” Alec came up behind Jesse, hand gripping his shoulder.

“Behave man, why do you always do this?”

“See you on pitch, Mase.” Was the last thing you heard before you were practically shoving a seething Mason through the house and towards the front door. He exploded the second the door shut behind you.

“God, I’m so fucking sick of him and his shit!”

“Mason.”

“It’s every single time, (Y/N)! He’s always fucking there, touching you and giving your these flirty eyes. We can’t go anywhere without him somehow popping up and causing a scene.” Mason was walking slightly ahead of you and you practically had to jog to keep up with his long strides, hand gripping his arm to get him to slow down.

“He does it because he knows it annoys you. He’s winding you up.”

“Of course it annoys me. He’s always touching you and flirting with you right in front of my face, why wouldn’t that annoy me?” You pulled him to a stop, hands settling against his arms, but he avoided your gaze, eyes darting along the row of houses behind you.

“Look at me.” He ignored you, eyebrows drawing together. “Mason.” You took his chin between your fingers, turning his head to face you, watching as his eyes soften slightly when they landed on you. You pressed a kiss against his lips. “Nothing I ever felt for Jesse or had with him will ever live up to what I feel for you. I am so completely in love with you and only you. It doesn’t matter how hard Jesse tries to flirt with me, he’s not you and he never will be. I chose you. I always will.”

Mason’s gaze softened completely and his lips tilted into that smile you adored so much. You brushed your thumb over his bottom lip and he pressed a light kiss against the pad of it.

“I love you too. It’s just..” He let out a sigh, hands slipping over your waist. “I hate seeing other boys touch you. You’re fucking gorgeous, (Y/N), and I see how people look at you and I see how he looks at you and sometimes I think you might want him again.”

“I don’t. We broke up for a reason, Mason. And seeing the way he treats you I’d never go back to him.” You squeezed his hand with your free hand, lips tilting into a smile. “You are pretty hot when you’re jealous, though.” Mason laughed and nudged his nose against yours.

“I don’t mean to get so protective.”

“I get why you do. Jesse can be a prick.” You watched the deep sigh he let out, fingers brushing your hair out of your face.

“Saturday’s game is gonna be awful.” Your stomach sank slightly at the thought of the match because you knew Jesse was going to try and bait Mason as much as he could.

“But I’ll be there, wearing your shirt, cheering your name, going home to sleep in your bed. So who’s the real winner?”

“Oh most definitely me.”

So that party was the exact reason that Mason felt like he wanted to launch the ball at someone’s head rather than into the back of the net and he’d drilled his teammates with the idea that they most certainly couldn’t lose this match. He wouldn’t give Jesse the satisfaction.

Mason was walking towards his position on the field, head down as he worked on getting himself into game mode when someone shoved against his shoulder.

“Tell (Y/N) I said hi, she’s always so active after games.” Jesse grinned as he jogged backwards towards his own position, Mason’s glare almost capable of burning a whole through his ppposition. There was absolutely no way that Jesse was getting anywhere near a goal today.

You were sat beside Mason’s family for the game, eyes trained on your boyfriend who was clearly furious, sweat beading on his forehead, that glare never once leaving his face. You’d seen Jesse barge into him and you knew he’d said something to piss Mason off because his entire body had gone rigid and you caught Kai shouting over to him.

The game started out pretty normal, Mason’s focus seemingly only on the game but then Jesse had randomly come from no where when Mason was running with the ball, crashing into his back before taking off with the ball as Mason stumbled. The crowd booed and you let out a sigh, eyes trained on Mason as he angrily spat at the ground.

You knew you shouldn’t be concentrating on the fact that Mason looked so good when he was angry but you really couldn’t help yourself, especially when he spat so cleanly on the grass. Never once did the glower fall from his face and you noticed that all of his movements were more aggressive than usual.

“What’s going on with him?” Debbie asked, clearly having caught on to the anger bouncing off her son. You shrugged your shoulders, not really wanting to tell her about the almost altercation at the party.

When the second half rolled around and the score was still a clean sheet both ways, even the crowd started to notice the tension on the pitch, a very different atmosphere to just a normal game. You heard a few fans mumbling about Mason on your way back from the toilet, people clearly questioning why he was so angry today. It was clear even to them that someone on the pitch was riling him up.

The big moment however happened during a Chelsea corner in the last five minutes. As though you could sense something was about to happen your stomach had plummeted, gaze set firmly on Mason’s figure at the far end of the pitch, his body wedged between a sea of red.

You caught the subtle shove Jesse gave him and the way both Mason and Kai’s heads whipped around to glare at him. You were too far away to make out much else but suddenly the ball was being launched into the box, Kai’s head whacking it straight into the net but during the commotion Jesse’s elbow had landed squarely against Mason’s nose. Within seconds the box was full of shoving and shouting as opposed to what should have been a celebration.

You were out of your seat, neck craning as you tried to get a better look but all you could see was both teams surrounding a clearly arguing Mason and Jesse. The stadium erupted with chatter, fans around you obviously confused over what had just happened.

“Think Mount’s broken his nose.” You heard someone say and your stomach twisted even more at the thought that Mason was hurt because of something to do with you. Mason’s parents were also on their feet, confusion and worry etched on to their faces.

It took a few minutes but the ref and the teams finally managed to settle most of the commotion and and your heart slammed into your chest when you saw Mason walking back towards the centre of the pitch, head tilted back as he held his dripping nose. The ref held his yellow card up in both Mason and Jesse’s direction, clearly thinking the elbow to the face had been an accident while challenging for the ball.

Mason looked beyond furious at that point, eyes basically shooting daggers at Jesse who was looking rather smug with himself. The tensions had risen dramatically after the goal, Man U clearly wanting to pull back but Chelsea’s defence were having none of it. Mason and Jesse kept well away from each other for the last remaining minutes but you didn’t miss the occasional mouthed words on Jesse’s part.

As soon as the whistle blew for full time you were out of your seat and making a straight beeline for the pitch. The Chelsea fans were in obvious uproar, the players on the pitch feeling pretty much the same but Mason was focused entirely on getting away from Jesse and finding you. He met you at the tunnel, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed with obvious anger, dried blood staining his hands and shirt.

“Mase,” His name had barely left your lips before he was kissing you, all of his anger releasing through that one action. His grip was tight on your jaw, fingers tilting your head back as you let out a startled gasp against his mouth. Your hands slid over his sides, mouth opening so he could swipe his tongue over yours.

You knew you were in clear sight of everyone, Jesse included, but you felt like that was Mason’s intention. This felt like his declaration, his statement to everyone that that you were his and only his. You knew he wanted Jesse to see, to know that you were there for him, MOUNT 19 in clear letters on your back.

You were both breathless when you finally pulled away and your gaze immediately went to Mason’s nose, finger tentatively touching it.

“He hurt you.”

“Just elbowed me. Good job it wasn’t my eye otherwise I’d have gone blind.” Mason tried to joke but you knew he was beyond fuming inside.

“What did he say to you?” He shook his head, fingers tangling in your hair so he could pull you in for another kiss. You ducked his lips with a frown. “What did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s just a dickhead.”

“Mason, you were pissed off the entire game. I saw him say something to you before it started.”

“(Y/N), it was nothing okay? He was just trying to get under my skin but it doesn’t matter because you’re here.” You tilted your head at him.

“Where else would I be?”

“Forget it.” He slid his mouth back over yours, effectively making you lose your train of thought with the soft strokes of his tongue. “Just wanna go home, stay with me tonight?” You nodded with a kiss to his cheek.

Mason was still clearly angry and you weren’t sure what would calm him down, whatever Jesse had said had clearly riled him up beyond measure. You kissed the crease between his eyebrows trying to keep his attention on you as Jesse made his way through the tunnel, glare identical to Mason’s on his face. You don’t see why he was pissed, he’s not the one who got a bloody nose. Mason caught sight of him disappearing into the corridor and grumbled.

“I fucking hate him.” He complained, fingers picking at a flake of dried blood on the back of his hand. You slid your fingers over his and squeezed his hand.

“If it’s any consolation I think your fans will have a field day with how good you looked out there. Man of the match for sure.” You watched a little smile tug at his lips.

“Well that’s one good thing then yeah?

“Definitely.”

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poisonmaximoff · 2 years

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 6. The time we had

Y/n's POV:

It's already been almost a week since I started working with Elizabeth. Although working is a big word, I rather just periodically help her with some little things. Anyway, it's the first time I feel so dedicated to my work. I try to do everything as efficiently and quickly as possible, so that El isn't tired too much as she used to be.

Currently it's Sunday evening. I'm laying on my bed and replaying the events of the past days in my head. I'm so happy that me and Elizabeth often talk about topics that are not related to work. Every day we find something to discuss or laugh about.

"No way, no way you woke up in Miami after getting drunk at your best friend's engagement!" I couldn't believe she was actually capable of that. "I thought that shit happens only in stupid movies!" I stared at her with wide eyes, raised eyebrows and covering my mouth with my hand.

"I wish it was a lie, Y/n" she couldn't contain her laugh either. "Can you imagine the shock I felt when I woke up in completely unfamiliar room with a view of the Atlantic Ocean? I thought it was the worst possible thing that could happen to me, but then I looked in the mirror" she said while sipping her non-alcoholic mojito. "I couldn't even look at the alcohol for a year after this incident."

"You turn out to be such a bad girl, El" I smirk, still trying to combine her two different personalities in my head. It's like a superior version of Hannah Montana. "When did this even happen?"

"Almost three years ago. It's just that after the age of 25, people suddenly lose their ability to think sensibly after few shots of vodka and tequila. The last thing I remember from that day is how I tightly hug my best friend and say "It's time for me to find my happiness too!" I don't know why I was sure that I'd find it in Miami, but it turned out the way it did."

"Well, looks like you ended up finding it here" I say, pretending to be very excited about her upcoming wedding.

"Yeah, I think I did," she smiles dreamily.

"Have you decided on a wedding date yet?" God, I'd be such a good actress. Acting out the joy for her is almost Oscar-worthy.

"What?"

"Did you forget that you are going to get married, Elizabeth?"

"Oh, this happiness, no, we haven't decided on the date yet" incomprehensible look written on her face, when she briefly looks at her ring. "Have you ever drunk yourself to the point of losing your memory?" she changes the topic and I couldn't be more grateful as it was uncomfortable for me despite asking about it myself.

I smile over this memory from ear to ear. She definitely shouldn't have told me about this, because immediately after that she got the nickname AlcoWitch.

"I understand an "alco", but why a witch?" she can't stop laughing, scrunching her nose in adorable way, after our joint stream of dubious jokes.

"Because you flew to Miami. I'm not sure it was on a plane, because tequila does unexplainable things to people."

Before hanging out with her, I knew only three people that I could have this much fun with: Madison, Olivia and myself. I never thought that El and I had such a similar sense of humor and that she had so many hilarious stories in store. But sometimes we touched on quite serious topics, getting to know each other's deeper inner world.

Currently we're in my office, putting some paperwork and my workspace in order. I don't know what Elizabeth is doing here, because I could handle it myself, but I'm not going to question that.

"Were you ever afraid of getting caught with Taylor?" My blood suddenly freezes in my veins.

"W-what?" I don't even hide my stunned face expression, since I had no idea anyone knew about us.

"You had an affair with her, right? I'm sorry, if I'm pushing or making you uncomfortable, you don't have to answer it. I just wonder how such things work" she says in her usual calm and a bit raspy voice, sitting on the couch.

Her question felt like I was doused from head to toe with ice water. "How did you know?"

"It was pretty obvious every time she came here. I've actually been here too quite often, it's just that we haven't crossed paths. But I always saw how you looked at each other and how you were stealing kisses in your office, thinking that no one was watching." I could feel a barely noticeable hostility in her voice.

"Well...First of all thank you for not telling anyone about it, Taylor would definitely have a huge breakdown." I wasn't sure, if it was right to talk to her about my ex, but the need to convince her that we were no longer bound by anything overshadowed all doubts.

"Things were...complicated. I wanted everyone to know about our relationship, since it became unbearable to hide all the time, and she refused to even discuss it multiple times. I respected her position, but the constant feeling of being abandoned and ashamed of just brought me to decision to end things before it was too late. I wasn't able to do it for months because of the self-induced thought about us being romantic soulmates for life. She was my first true love, but turned out I wasn't able to sacrifice my own happiness for her comfort. I know, that I did a selfish thing, but nevertheless I don't regret it. I don't blame Taylor in anything and still respect her so much. We just weren't good for each other. I tried my best to get over her and now I'm surely finally clean."

To say that I told everything in a nutshell would be an understatement. Of course, there were many more details and emotions in this story, but Elizabeth didn't need to know about it. And it turns out we weren't that professional at hiding since she knew about us. The fact that she respected our privacy and didn't tell anyone about it makes me develop even warmer feelings for her.

The fact that she sometimes bluntly asks about my personal stuff is, of course, a bit strange, but I feel comfortable talking to her about it. I know that I can trust her and that she will never use this for selfish purposes.

The sudden loud ringing of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. Olivia, just in time. I swipe the green circle to the right and am immediately attacked by her excited voice.

"You're not gonna believe what just happened!" Blonde girl with pink streaks in her hair practically yells at me.

"Hello to you too, Liverpool" I grin not being able to contain my smile at her excitement. We've been friends for almost four years now and I'm pretty sure she's my platonic soulmate. We literally share the last two brain cells.

"Hey, don't call me that!"

"Okay, Liver, I won't." In our saint trinity Madison is used to roast me, I'm used to roast Liv and Liv is used to roast Madison. Fair enough. "Sorry, sorry, what are you so happy about?" I watch the girl's pout being replaced with previous joy.

"I have been casted in the new Netflix thriller, can you believe that?!" I can see how she barely manages to remain in her place instead of start jumping.

"What?! Oh my God, are you serious?" It's my turn to yell the shit out of me now.

"Yes, yes, yes! You're the first one I called, you have that privilege, ya know."

"Holy fuck, Liv, I'm so fucking happy right now, you worked so much for that, I'm so insanely proud of you and can't wait to meet up, so you could tell me everything in person!" I mean every word I said. I'm happy for her as much as I'm happy for myself. She was always by my side in the most difficult moments of my life and I will always be grateful for that.

"I miss you so much, Y/n, maybe we can meet tomorrow? I know that you don't do much at work anyway, so..." Shit. Actually tomorrow El and I are going to attend a charity event to help sick children, so I'm definitely not going to be able to take time off and I actually don't even want to. It's an important day not only because I'm going with Elizabeth. I completely forgot to tell Liv and Mads that we have been working together recently. Or just didn't want to face their endless love jokes.

"You not gonna believe that, but I actually started doing my job."

"You're right, I don't believe you. Wait, are you serious? Are you sick, should I be worried?"

"Yup, totally. I mean yup, I'm deadly serious and I'll tell you everything when we meet. How about Tuesday afternoon?"

"You're scaring me, but okay. See ya, Y/n. And still, I recommend you to check with a doctor." She just couldn't hang up without making a final witty joke and I love her for exactly this shit.

Elizabeth's POV:

It was one of the best weeks I've had in a long time. Y/n is the woman I'm totally comfortable with and I can quit pretending to be another person. She has such a versatile, interesting and fun personality, that I can't help but wonder why she has so few friends. She managed to tell me a lot of things about them in that small amount of time that we spent together. It turned out that Y/n often hung out with my sisters, and I didn't even know about it, being constantly busy with my job. I honestly regret that I missed so much because of it.

"Wait, so you literally had to kiss Mary-Kate? It's gross. Ew. It's definitely not what I needed and wanted to know." I can't help, but feel a bit jealous of my sister. She got to kiss Y/n and I didn't? Wait, I'm definitely not supposed to even think in this direction.

"That's how truth and dare work, silly" she brightly smiled at my scrunched expression. "I just had no choice!" I just grunted something in response, receiving from her another tender giggle.

The trail of my thoughts and memories is interrupted by someone's knocking on the door. "Come in" I say already knowing who is on the other side of it.

"Hey, Lizzie, can we talk about something?" I look up from the book I picked up to take my mind off her and, by the way, miserably failed. Instantly being met with my fiancé's eyes, I offer him to sit next to me on the bed.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I'm actually surprised with his desire to express his worries, feelings, or thoughts, because it's usually me who starts all of such conversations. So probably it's something important. His face doesn't hide the awkwardness and I patiently wait for him to start.

"Why did we stop having sex, Lizzie?" Oh no. No, no, no. I wasn't ready to answer this question, because I don't even know the truth myself.

"Is it the most substantial thing for you in our relationship, Boyd?" The best defense is a good offense.

"Of course not, I just want to know if I'm doing something wrong. Or you don't want me anymore?" Have I ever truly did? I have no idea and my own confusion about it annoys me so fucking much. But there's complexity, and then there's lying. And I don't know if I can be called a liar.

"It's not about that and you have nothing to do with it. I'm just too tired and disquieted right now, so I can't find the right mood for it." Well, at least now there were no lies in my words and I don't have an extra reason for self-flagellation. I mean, I'm not that disrespectful to myself to have sex with someone, if I don't want to. But disrespectful enough to marry a person I don't want to spend a life with, yeah, Lizzie?

Boyd cleared his throat, snapping me back out of my mini-journey into the valley of disappointment. "Okay, I won't force you to do anything." What a gentleman. What's wrong with me? He treats me well and I love him, so I shouldn't be this sarcastic towards him even in my head. "But we have to decide on the date of the wedding, our parents are already asking too much questions about it" he smiles at me and I understand, that I can't avoid this conversation this time. Seeing him so happy and excited about the upcoming wedding makes me want to do everything for it to happen. I can't let anyone down.

"Do you have any ideas, darling?" I smile half sincerely, preparing for a few hours of discussion of all the details.

A/n: hey everyone :) let me know what do you think about this story and if you have any ideas for the future chapters :)

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cali-holland · 3 years

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Under the Stars- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: When you invite Tom and Harrison to go to a cabin in the woods with your old college friends, Tom devises a plan to finally confess his feelings for you. Little does he know, the cabin belongs to your ex-boyfriend, and he’s also seeking your attention this week.

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: slow burn (ish), swearing, sexual themes (jokes/references), the reader kinda gets sexually harassed (nothing actually happens), fist fight + some blood, tom being a simp

A/N: this was a nine month process, so i hope you enjoy :) also thank you to @duskholland for being so supportive and reading through this fic and editing it. love you hannah! + Also reposting this because the tags didn’t work the first time :/ and tag list will be in a reblog!

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*Moodboard is mine, pics used are not *

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When you walked into Tom and Harrison’s house, you weren’t expecting to hear odd grunts coming from the living room. You’d heard many strange noises made in that house— a good amount of their sources were still unknown, but you’d never heard such aggressive grunts. For a moment, you considered slowly backing out of the house and knocking on the door. It would be easy to pretend like you didn’t have a key so you didn’t have to walk in on anyone doing anything gross in the other room.

But then Harrison walked into the entryway, smiling at you as a greeting, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey,” You replied, closing the front door hesitantly behind you. You pointed towards the living room, “Do I wanna know what’s going on in there?”

Before he could reply, there was a loud bang from the living room, followed by a string of curses. Forgetting all worries of what may or may not have been the cause of the noises, you hurried into the other room with Harrison trailing behind you.

Tom laid on the floor, groaning in pain as he clutched his foot. Tessa, who had been checking up on her owner, popped up happily when she saw you, rushing over to greet you at your feet. Tom looked up at you and Harrison in the door, forcing out his best smile. You stared at the large tent that was currently taking up most of the space in the living room, questioningly.

“Why do you have a tent set up?” You asked. Tom hopped up off the floor, standing beside the tent.

“Well, our camping trip is this weekend, so I thought I’d make sure it’s still durable.” Tom said proudly. He put a hand against the tent in an attempt to be smooth, but the tent came collapsing down, making Tessa bolt behind you from the sudden loud noise.

“And he wanted to make sure he could actually set up a tent, which clearly he can’t,” Harrison stated, and Tom glared at him in response.

“Were you going to tell him?” You laughed, turning to the blond beside you.

“And miss the opportunity to see him struggle setting up a tent for forty minutes? No, I didn’t tell him.” He smirked, only making Tom more frustrated and embarrassed.

“Tom, it’s a cabin. You don’t need a tent unless you don’t want to stay with everyone else.” You explained. “I just said camping because it’s easier to call it that.”

“Fuck you, mate.” He grumbled to Harrison, flipping him off before starting to put away the mess of a tent. You stepped in to help him, and Harrison just laughed to himself before leaving.

“I really thought you would’ve known. Did you really think I’d invite you and Harrison to spend several days in the woods with me and my college friends in tents?” You joked, “Besides, I didn’t think you’d come if it was actual camping.”

Tom paused his movements, but you continued to undo the poles, taking no notice of his action, “Why wouldn’t I go if it was actual camping?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, looking at him with your usual charming smile, “You’re not the outdoorsy, camping type. You don’t exactly go out and rough it in the woods on the weekend, like Will or Tyler; you play golf with Harrison and your dad.”

While your words were well-intended and teasing, Tom couldn’t help but take them to heart. He took everything you said to heart.

It was hard for him to be so helplessly in love with you, his best friend (besides Harrison) from BRIT school, for the past few years while you were completely blind to it. Normally, he’d do little things to impress you because he still wasn’t sure if he wanted you to know about his feelings— if you knew, there was a chance you’d reject him, and Tom wouldn’t know what to do with himself if that happened. Recently though, he’s started to feel like his heart was going to explode if he didn’t tell you soon, but that didn’t mean he knew how to tell you.

So when you asked if he wanted to go on a camping trip with you, of course he said yes right away. His mind told him that, no, he really wasn’t the outdoorsy, “roughing it” kind of guy, but his heart told him it was a chance with you. He was a sap and thought that maybe he’d pluck up the courage to tell you how he felt under a moonlit campsite, maybe even the two of you could share a tent, maybe he could kiss you in the lake— god, did he want to kiss you.

That had all come crashing down when he’d realized it wasn’t a romantic camping getaway. You’d invited Harrison and a few college friends, friends that neither Tom nor Harrison had ever met. And there was one friend in particular who Tom never wanted to meet— Will, your ex-boyfriend. You two ended things mutually, but Tom couldn’t stop himself from feeling like he needed to compete against Will, especially when he discovered it was Will whose family owned the land you’d be camping on; Will who took you on hikes all around your college town; Will who taught you how to fish and how to kayak with the lakes nearby; Will who one time got bitten by a rattlesnake and sucked out the venom himself; Will who could climb any mountain and come back unscathed. Will was an outdoorsy “roughing it” badass fucker that Tom despised.

And now, you had just furthered proved that Tom was a delicate flower compared to the lumberjack prick that was Will. He didn’t care about being compared to Will’s best friend, Tyler, who (from what you’d told Tom) was in a serious relationship with your other friend, Jane. Besides Jane, the other person accompanying you all to the cabin was Rose, your best friend and Will’s sister. Needless to say, Tom was very grateful that Harrison was coming along too— he didn’t think he could handle a Will-centered week alone.

“We can just leave this for now. I know I promised you Nando’s before we leave.” Tom said, getting up from his spot on the floor.

“Are you sure? We can just get it on the way to the airport.” You said, looking at the tent mess before you.

“Come on, it’ll be fine.” He held a hand out to you and you took it, so that he could pull you up. Before you two could make it out the door, Harrison arrived downstairs with a loaded hiking backpack in hand.

“I know you’re not trying to sneak to Nando’s without me.” He said, and Tom glared at him from behind your back. Harrison was very well aware of Tom’s feelings for you— everyone was except for you, and he took every chance he could get at being a little shit about it, which included ruining quality time for Tom to spend with you.

The three of you left to grab your last meal in the UK before heading back to their house. Tom finished putting away the tent, and Harrison loaded up Harry’s car with your bags as well as his and Tom’s. Harry (through bribery from Tom) drove you all to the airport for the first step in your camping trip.

Since you went to school in the US, all of your friends would be meeting you across the pond. Will’s family cabin was located in Maine, so the flight wasn’t too bad for the three of you— though Tom wished it was longer so he could devise a more accurate plan to impress you this weekend. He had to prove that he could be the outdoorsy badass guy you wanted. He had to outcompete Will.

“Why would you have to outcompete him?” Harrison asked Tom after hearing his dilemma. Fortunately, you were getting the rental car for the three of you to make it to the cabin.

“Because it’s clearly a competition.” Tom stated, nervously fidgeting with his fingers as he looked over at you across the way. “She told me I’m not outdoorsy like Will- that makes it a competition and I have to beat him.”

As much as Harrison loved to see his friend fail at keeping it together around you, something felt wrong about telling him, ‘yeah, it’s totally a competition, so go beat up her lumberjack ex’. Instead, he tried, “I don’t think that’s what Y/N meant. You do golf more than you go camping.”

But Tom took no notice of his advice, “Just watch. I’m going to be the manliest man this weekend.”

“Hey guys,” You smiled, coming up to them, making Tom jump very unmanly-like in the process. “You ready to go?”

The journey to the cabin was a fairly long one. After a couple of hours of driving, you parked the car in one of those reserved parking lots off the side of the road. Tom and Harrison both looked around in confusion, spotting nothing but trees and a gas station.

“Why are we stopped?” Tom asked you as you got out of the car. Tom and Harrison followed you out of the car.

“We gotta hike in.” You replied. “The cabin’s down by the lake, so there’s no actual road to get there. It’s only about a mile and a half hike in. Be ready for lots of hiking. I think tomorrow we’re going to hike 12 miles.”

By the time you three got to the little a-frame cabin, it was already dinner time, which was great because that meant you three could sleep soon. The five hour time difference was already starting to hit. Before you could even step inside the cabin, your best friend met you with a bone-crushing hug.

“You’re here!” Rose smiled, stepping out of the hug after a moment.

“We made it.” You laughed. Your other friend, Jane, stepped up next to hug you. “I missed you two so much.”

“We missed you too.” Jane replied. You caught their eyes trailing over to Tom and Harrison behind you, and you remembered that they hadn’t met before.

“Oh, girls, this is Tom and Harrison; guys, this is Rose and Jane.” You introduced the two parties with a smile. After a polite exchanging of handshakes, you looked at the two girls curiously, “Where are the boys?”

“Will wanted to get in a light swim before dinner.” Rose laughed, and Jane made her way back to the kitchen. “Come on, I’ll show you your rooms.”

Rose gave the three of you a little tour of the cabin. The front door had placed you all in a little entryway room with a simple, wooden staircase taking up most of the room; a fireplace sat beside the stairs with a small loveseat across from it. Besides a rather large bookshelf, it was relatively empty, but elegantly simple nonetheless. There were four doors downstairs, all intricately designed with the same light wood color as the stairs. The first door on the left was explained to be Will’s room, and the second was Tyler and Jane’s. The third stood as the main bathroom, as Rose described it. The fourth door led to Tom and Harrison’s room.

It wasn’t very big— neither of the rooms were according to Rose, but that was the a-frame style of a quaint log cabin. A bunk bed sat on the side of the room with a small wood dresser across from it. There was enough space for the two boys to coexist, and Tom was just grateful he didn’t have to bunk with Will of all people; he was glad he had his best friend with him.

The upstairs of the cabin held the open space of the kitchen and the main living room. With large glass windows covering one of the walls, the living room had a magnificent view of the woods outside, and three couches were set in place to overlook it. Under the couches sat a large bear rug, one which both Tom and Harrison eyed suspiciously at first before Rose laughed it off, reassuring them that it was fake. Behind the couches, the dining room was situated beneath a beautiful antler chandelier and set for eight places, completing the rustic vibe of the cabin. The kitchen, while it was small, seemed to be just as well put together as the rest of the cabin, complete with a breakfast bar. The smell of Jane’s favorite lemon salmon filled the air, making you even more excited for dinner.

Next was your own room, which was just past the kitchen. A queen bed was pushed in a nook with only the foot of the bed accessible. Unlike Tom and Harrison, you and Rose didn’t mind sharing a bed, which is why they got the smallest room downstairs. Right beside your bedroom door was another bathroom.

“You brought stuff for s’mores, right?” You asked Rose as you walked with her, Tom, and Harrison off the cabin’s porch to the nearby shed where they kept all of their hiking and lake gear.

“Yes, absolutely!” She eagerly replied, a happy skip in her step.

“S’mores are a real thing?” Tom questioned in disbelief.

“Of course! You can’t camp without—” You let out a shriek as you felt cold, wet arms wrap around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around. You laughed, immediately knowing it was Will. “Oh my god, Will! Put me down! You’re all wet.”

Will chuckled, setting you back down on the solid ground, “Well, if it gets you wet.”

“Fuck off.” You scoffed, smacking his chest playfully. It was then that you realized he was shirtless— shirtless and dripping wet from the lake and gloriously tan and somehow more built than the last time you saw him. Tyler, on the other hand, was still Tyler; still an attractive young guy, but not attractive to you and that most likely has to do with him dating Jane for as long as you’ve known him.

“Ty!” You smiled, hugging him tightly, not even caring if your clothes got wet and gross anymore. You’d just change later when you could.

Tom straightened up a bit, already feeling uneasy about Will’s presence. Will looked like the lovechild of Zac Efron and Chris Evans, with a hint of Scott Eastwood; he was perfect, there was nothing wrong with him. It made Tom question why you two broke up. Even though Tom knew you’d said it was mutual, he also knew it took a lot for girls to walk away from guys that look like that. Meanwhile, Harrison just bit his lip to keep from commenting on his friend’s ridiculous territorial issues.

“So, you two must be Tom and Harrison.” Will held out a hand to them, smiling politely. Tom took his hand, trying to subtly shake it sternly as if to prove he was better than Will— childish, Tom knew it, but he already hated this guy with his six pack abs and perfectly white smile. Will didn’t back down though, squeezing Tom’s hand equally as hard. Noticing both guys tensing up, you looked between them awkwardly, having never seen either of them put on the tough guy act.

With introductions out of the way, you all trekked back inside the cabin. While Will, Tyler, and even you changed into dry clothes, Rose helped Jane finish dinner, leaving Tom to frustratedly rant to Harrison in their room.

“God, he’s so annoying.” Tom scoffed.

“He said two words to you.” Harrison stated, “Try to play nice. I don’t think Y/N wants you two to keep having a ‘my dick’s bigger’ contest.”

“But mine is and I know it!” He exclaimed, before realizing he didn’t know how thin the walls were- and how odd that implication was, “Whatever. He’s stupid. This trip’s stupid.”

Harrison was too busy laughing to even attempt a response to his friend. Instead, there was a knock on the door, pulling both of them from their conversation. Tom opened the door and immediately softened when he saw you, clad in one of his old sweatshirts that he didn’t even realize you still had. It gave him a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t need to worry that much about Will this week.

“Nice shirt.” Tom commented with a smile.

“Thanks,” You smiled back, “I’ve actually been meaning to give it back to you.”

“What? Why?”

“Is dinner ready?” Harrison asked, cutting off the two of you and reminding you both of his presence. As if on cue, his stomach growled loudly.

“Yes, it is.” You laughed, almost embarrassed from forgetting why you had been at their door in the first place. You tugged on Tom’s hand, pulling him out of the room. Harrison grumbled something dejectedly, but you paid no mind to it. Tom sent his friend an apologetic look, though he made no attempt to make Harrison any less of the unofficial third wheel on the journey upstairs to the dinner table.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Tom how you sat beside Will, even if Tom got the free seat beside you. Harrison slipped into the seat next to him with Rose to his right. The dinner of salmon with potatoes, salad, and bread seemed simple enough, but it was still quite possibly the best fish you’d ever had.

“Did you get a bone?” You asked Tom, seeing him awkwardly moving his mouth like his tongue was fishing out a hard piece of salmon. Blushing from you calling attention to his struggle, he held up a napkin to cover his mouth, trying to spit out the bone without it looking too gross.

“Yeah,” He admitted sheepishly, muffled by the napkin.

“I thought you got them all out.” Jane said, looking at Tyler expectantly.

“Don’t look at me, that was Will’s job.” Tyler laughed as he used his friend as the scapegoat.

“Must’ve missed one.” Will shrugged, before joking, “You’re still welcome that I caught these.”

“You caught this salmon?” You said, “I thought you only did catch and release?”

“I still do, for the most part, but this salmon was too good of an opportunity to pass up.” He explained. Tom was already boiling with embarrassment, and now he had jealousy bubbling over- of course this perfect fish was caught by the perfect outdoor man beside you.

“So, Tom, Harrison, we were talking about going for a run around the lake tomorrow morning. Want to come?” Tyler asked.

“Sure. How far?” Harrison replied, and Tom nodded in agreement.

“The loop’s about five miles.” Will answered.

“Are you going to run with us?” Tom asked you, knowing back home in Kingston you’d sometimes join Harrison on runs. Tom wasn’t the type to just go out for a casual run like his best friend was, but he wasn’t about to back down from this.

“Nah, you two can keep up with the cross country runners.” You joked, “I’d much rather save my energy for the hike.”

Once dinner ended and no one choked on any more fishbones, you all migrated to the couches. Much to Tom’s chagrin, you sat in the middle couch between Will and Rose, while Tom and Harrison sat on the couch opposite a very cuddled up Jane and Tyler. The fireplace in the corner crackled, keeping the room comfortably warm. When Rose suggested you all play charades, the entertainment for the evening was decided, especially considering the cabin had very weak cell-signal and no television.

“What are the teams?” You asked, sitting dead in the middle of everyone with three friends to your left and three to your right.

“Let’s do 3 against 4, so you choose who you wanna be with, Y/N.” Jane suggested as Rose stood up to get a boxed set of charade cards from the game cabinet near the kitchen. You looked between the two sets of friends. You wanted to lean towards Tom, Harrison, and Rose, because the two boys were incredible at charades, and Rose was your go-to partner for Password at least.

“Come on, you know you wanna be with us.” Will teased, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“Just for that, nope.” You laughed and took his arm off you. You stood up from that couch and squeezed in between Tom and the arm. To make room for you and to mock Will, Tom casually put his arm on your shoulder and you made no effort to take it off.

Rose returned with the box of cards and the game began with you and Jane pantomiming first. The words ranged from silly ones like centipede to more inventive ones like lapdance; either way, you all were laughing and enjoying the evening. Tom was highly appreciative of the humor because more than once, you laughed so hard that you fell into him, clutching his knee or completely falling over into his lap. It wasn’t anything out of the usual for him to see you so effortlessly happy, but he enjoyed all the little touches.

“Okay, okay.” You breathed out, doing your best to compose yourself. You stood up from the couch with Tyler so that you two could read the answer and continue the round. Reading over the card, “Catch 22”, you began to think about what you could do to act out the card. As if it wasn’t impossible enough to describe it with words, you had to act it out. But then the lightbulb went off- you had a secret advantage and he was sitting right in front of you, as long as he could figure it out.

“Ready?” Tyler asked you nervously, and you nodded. Tyler started with the usual way of beginning: how many words and what it is. You immediately pointed at Harrison.

“Me?” Harrison spoke in confusion, and you nodded before pointing to your stomach, doing your best to act his death from the series.

“Catch 22?” Tom offered, and Harrison looked at him dumbfounded, still trying to connect how it was him as your main clue.

“Ah, thank god.” You smiled, cheering as he guessed it right. Tyler and the others sighed.

“How the fuck did you get that?” Jane questioned.

“Haz, here, was in the show.” Tom replied, proud of his friend. You were surprised by your college friends’ collective shock, but you were most intrigued by Rose’s reaction.

“Oh my god, I thought you looked familiar.” She said, impressed.

“Wait, you actually saw it?” Harrison asked.

“Yeah, I think I might have cried when you died.” She admitted, brushing a loose hair behind her ear, and that’s when it clicked for you- she was totally into Harrison.

“And you’re an actor too, Tom, right?” Will spoke up, casually taking a drink of his beer. You eyed him skeptically; he knew Tom was an actor. Back when you two were dating, you’d talk about your best friend’s accomplishments, so why was he now asking? Your only answer was it would clearly get a rise out of, at least, you, if not Tom as well.

“Yeah, only been in little indie movies. Nothing anyone’s heard of.” Tom played it off jokingly, causing you to smack him on the arm a little, your hand resting on his bicep.

“My mom loves that movie you did with Ewan McGregor.” Rose commented.

“Ah yeah,” Will laughed, “The one where you’re like 12.”

“I wasn’t 12, but thank you.” Tom replied sarcastically, and you could tell he was biting back a scoff.

“Well, we’ve all seen the Marvel movies so you can brag a little about those.” You teased, making him blush.

“I know I cried when everyone was getting dusted.” Jane stated in a way to poke fun at Rose’s previous words.

“Never saw them.” Will shrugged carelessly.

“Yes, you did.” You corrected him immediately, and you felt Tom tense a little under your touch. While Tom liked that you were being supportive about this, he couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong.

Will acknowledged Tom’s clenched jaw and decided to press it a bit further, “Babe, if you’re talking about Infinity War, then, no, I didn’t pay attention.” He chuckled, “Don’t you remember we were in the middle of something?”

Tom wondered, at first, what he meant exactly. You dropped your hand from Tom’s arm and covered your face in embarrassment, but before you could comment, Rose let out a whine, “Gross, I was right next to you two.”

“Not like you’ve never gotten it on in a movie theater.” Tyler joked.

“Can we please not talk about this?” You groaned, getting up from the couch. “I’m going to bed. I’m tired.”

“That’s not a bad idea.” Jane stated as she stood up with a yawn. You closed your door, escaping to the privacy of your room, not wanting to think about how your ex just told everyone about that night- in your defense, you’d already seen the movie before so you weren’t missing anything.

Tyler and Will followed after Jane, leaving Tom, Harrison and Rose as they cleaned up the few cards that were left out. Feeling the awkwardness radiating off of Tom, Rose delicately spoke up, “Will’s just being a dick.”

“It’s fine.” Tom reassured her.

“Did you really cry when I died?” Harrison asked her the question that’d been on his mind since the second she’d made the comment. They started talking about the show, and Tom took that as a sign to leave. He thought for a moment about knocking on your door and checking in on you, but then he realized it might be too uncomfortable for you to talk about. There were times, like tonight with charades, that Tom considered maybe you liked him back, based on all your little touches here and there, but then, with Will’s comments floating around his mind, his thoughts were plagued by the doom of the friendzone. Tom didn’t know if he’d be able to sleep tonight knowing that you and your annoying ex ‘got it on’ in the theater during his own movie- what if he was dying on screen but you were too enraptured in Will to cry like Rose had cried over Harrison dying?

Tom only had a few minutes to himself before Harrison came back into their shared room, asking him, “How’re you feeling about the run tomorrow?”

“It’s going to kill me.” Tom sighed, and Harrison shrugged before climbing into the top bunk.

“Should’ve been running with me.” He laughed, “It’s not even that far.”

“I haven’t run five straight miles since Jake nearly killed me at the gym.” He replied, tidying up his bag.

“Why are you cleaning?” Harrison asked, looking down at his friend. “Are you worried Y/N’s going to come into the room or something?”

“Shove off.” Tom grumbled. Harrison took off his sweaty socks that he’d neglected to remove before getting into his bed and threw them down at his friend. One missed Tom completely, and the other clung to his shoulder. “That’s fucking gross.”

“If you’re cleaning, then clean them up.” He snickered. Tom threw the sock back at his friend, but it missed and weakly fell to the ground. A knock came from the other side of the door, and Tom opened it, smiling when he saw it was you, his absolute favorite person on this godforsaken trip. While you looked rather cute in your casual summer pajamas, he frowned when he saw his sweatshirt in your hands.

“Are you returning it?” He asked, and you laughed.

“It doesn’t smell like you anymore.” You said quietly, hoping Harrison didn’t hear your words. You held it out to Tom, “I figured I can give it back to you for a time, and then steal it once it smells like you again.”

“Wait a second.” Tom took the sweatshirt from you and disappeared into the room, rummaging through his once neat backpack to grab out another sweatshirt. He handed it to you, “Maybe this could suffice for now?”

Smiling, you sniffed it a little before tugging it on, “Thanks. It’s so cold upstairs, I don’t know how I’d sleep without it.”

“You could always bring your own.” Harrison said from the top bunk. Tom turned and chucked the other sweatshirt at him. You rolled your eyes at his words.

“Watch it, Osterfield, or your mattress is going to end up in the middle of the lake with you still sleeping on it.” You playfully threatened.

“I’m quaking with fear.” He laughed, laying down on the bed out of sight.

“Well, I should go.” You told Tom, “Thank you for the sweatshirt. Good night.”

“Good night, Y/N.” He smiled softly at you. As you walked away, he slowly closed the door, pleased with himself and his choice in sweatshirts. He turned to finish getting ready for bed, just in time for Harrison to throw the sweatshirt back at him.

“I will kick you out of this room.” Tom grumbled.

“I’d like to see you try.”

You didn’t sleep well that night. Even with Tom’s sweatshirt, your room was unbearably cold, and it didn’t help that Rose snored. With only a few hours of sleep under your belt, you woke up the next morning to the sun streaming in through the large window behind the bed and Rose already up and out of the room. You padded into the kitchen, making yourself some tea with the rustic teapot that was set out on the counter. Spotting Rose and Jane standing out on the balcony, you made your way outside.

“Good morning.” You said through a yawn, coming to stand beside Rose.

“We were wondering when you were going to wake up.” Jane teased. You looked at your two friends quizzically, taking a sip of your steaming tea.

“You already missed part one of the gun show.” Rose joked, sitting up straighter to look over the edge of the balcony, “They should be back any second.”

“Oh God.” You laughed, remembering the boys and their run this morning.

“I know I’m with Tyler, but damn, Y/N.” She teased, and Rose nudged you playfully. “Here they come.”

Seeing motion through the trees, you looked over at the runners. It was obvious they were racing the last bit of the run, considering how triumphant Harrison looked when he arrived first with Will right on his tail. And then came Tyler, and finally Tom. There was probably only a few seconds between their arrival, but it was still amusing to spy the looks on their faces. They were all shirtless and glistening in a layer of sweat, and they hadn’t noticed the three of you on the balcony at all- not that you were complaining. You’d rather not have them catch you all checking them out so unabashedly.

“Look at that. 24 abs right there.” Jane let out a small sigh. While her comment was for all four boys, her eyes stayed trained on Tyler. Rose, on the other hand, had her eyes on Harrison’s figure, which you noted to tease her about later. But you, you couldn’t help but check out Tom’s bare torso- there was a reason you didn’t watch either Spider-Man movie with him- you always ended up a little too focused on his shirtless scenes.

“Enjoying the show?” Tyler called up to the three of you, a cheeky smirk on his face, as they all made their way up to the cabin. You could’ve sworn you saw Tom blush a little when he met your gaze before Harrison playfully shoved his friend, making Tom lose focus on you and shove him right back.

“Boys.” Rose laughed quietly to you. You bit your lip, nodding in agreement.

“I’m glad I didn’t miss part two.”

The boys made their way into the kitchen, seeking out some water and gatorade as you and the girls went back inside to greet them. The sweet smell of salmon from last night was gone, overthrown by the ever lovely smell of sweaty men.

“It smells like a gym in here.” Rose gagged in disgust.

“I would’ve gone for sweaty ballsack, but yours is much nicer.” Jane laughed.

“Janie would know.” Will teased, clapping Tyler on the shoulder as he drank from his water, making the other choke a little.

“So how was the run?” You asked Tom as he and Harrison came over to you, Tom’s bottle of gatorade almost gone already. The other four got engrossed in their own conversation.

“Just a small workout, nothing too bad.” He replied, brushing it off.

“He was dying.” Harrison stated, making you laugh. “I told him he’s got to run with me more.”

“Well, you won, Haz, so congrats.” You replied.

“How did you know we were racing?” Tom asked. His ears turned pink from thinking that you knew he came in last.

“The four of you act like teenage boys; of course you’re going to make a race out of a casual run.” You teased.

“We should probably go stretch before our muscles tighten up again.” Harrison said, already backing up towards the stairs. Tom made his way to follow him, and you spoke up.

“I’ll come with.” You offered, setting your mug of tea on the counter. You followed them downstairs and out to the patio, feeling like you might as well spend some alone time with your two closest friends.

“You two think you can make it on the hike today?” You teased, already seeing Tom walk a little funny.

“Yeah, yeah, we got this.” He reassured you, sitting down on the solid ground to start stretching his legs. You started to stretch with them, and Harrison looked at you funny for it.

“Why are you stretching?” He asked with a laugh.

“It helps with flexibility.” You shrugged, switching legs as they did, all three of you mirroring the same poses. “How was the lake?”

“It was nice. We weren’t exactly looking at it though.” Tom replied with a chuckle.

“I don’t know, you were going so slow, I thought you were.” Harrison joked and Tom kicked his foot out, hitting Harrison in the leg.

“It’s shit like this that made me believe you were racing.” You laughed.

“I don’t do long distance running. I like focusing on my abs a lot more.” Tom defended himself. You flicked your eyes down to his abs, nodding a little, but Tom was so focused on his stretching that he had missed your small action, whereas Harrison fully caught it. He laughed, sending you a wink, and you flipped him off. Tom caught that exchange though, “Did I miss something?”

“Nope.” You replied quickly, only making Harrison laugh harder, “He’s just being a dumbass. Onto hamstrings.”

The three of you laid down to stretch your hamstrings, and you heard Tom let out a small groan from beside you. “I can’t do this. I fucking hate leg day.”

“Need help?” You offered. Before he could protest, you were already on your feet. He held his leg up as high as he could, and you pressed on his foot to stretch his hamstring even more.

“What if I need help too?” Harrison pouted, even though he was stretching his leg just fine.

“Sorry, Haz, it’s just you and your hand.” You joked, making Tom laugh.

“I see how it is. Ha ha, it’s me and my hand, and Tom and your hand, Y/N.” He sarcastically replied, as you dropped Tom’s leg and he bent his knee for you to lean on his shin. You helped him to deepen the stretch through his leg.

“Someone’s jealous.” Tom said, before grimacing a little.

“Was that too far?” You asked, loosening your hold on his leg, not wanting to overstretch his hamstring.

“A little.” He replied.

“God, Y/N don’t be so rough on him.” Harrison piped in, still having no issue stretching on his own.

“Haz, if you’re going to be a pouty baby about not having a stretching buddy, talk to Rose. She was totally checking you out earlier.” You stated, trying to change the conversation off of Harrison’s unnecessary innuendos. You let go of Tom’s leg and reached for his foot to stretch his other hamstring.

“Wait, really?” He asked, dropping his leg to peer at you with a serious look on his face.

“Yeah, why would I lie to you about that?” You laughed, “Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her read a book, so I think she was lying about Catch 22.”

Flustered, Wide eyed and blushing, Harrison mumbled something about grabbing a shower before bolting off. You exchanged a curious look with Tom, but he followed after his friend.

You made your way inside after them and went to fix yourself another cup of tea. When you saw Will alone in the kitchen, you momentarily considered changing your mind and going to your rook, but it was too late, as he had already seen you.

“Want a cup?” He asked, holding up the coffee pot after he finished pouring himself a cup.

“No thanks.” You replied and made your way to the kettle.

“Enjoy the show earlier? Tyler and I started this new training routine that’s supposed to help with bulking up.” Will said. It took everything in you to not roll your eyes at his words.

“And how’s that working out for you?” You asked, not even trying to hide your disinterest. You still hadn’t forgiven him for his immature comments last night. Plus, the more you saw Will interact with Tom, the more justified you felt with your annoyance.

Will stepped closer to you. Slowly, he took one of your hands in his and pressed it to his abs, and you’d be lying if you said you couldn’t feel every part of his toned stomach. As much as you hated to admit it, you felt like you were falling under his trance again. “There’s more where that came from. Why don’t you come by my room tonight?”

He dropped your hand, and you were pulled out of your foggy state. You stepped away, turning away from him to continue getting yourself some tea. You felt his body envelope yours from behind. His head rested on your shoulder and his hands smoothed over your waist. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he murmured, “I miss you.”

At his words, something inside of you snapped and you jolted away from his embrace, slapping his hands away. Firmly, you said, “I don’t miss you.”

Will left the room without another word, and you were left to ponder what the hell just happened as you stood alone in the kitchen.

It wasn’t until a few hours later that you all left on the hike, trailing through the towering trees to make your way to a nearby peak. You all stopped a few times for water and some food, and to even just enjoy nature. Between Jane’s ornithology degree, Tyler’s botany background, and Will’s forestry knowledge, identifying the different birds, plants, and trees around you was relatively easy.

“Can you imagine if we studied something environmental too?” Rose joked, nudging you in the shoulder as Jane mindlessly went on about the bird that had flown past nearly ten minutes ago.

“God, it would never end.” You laughed.

“What did you study?” Harrison asked Rose, making you look at Tom and roll your eyes at your friends.

“I’m a nurse.” She replied, and the two got swept into their own conversation.

“You sore yet?” You asked Tom, poking him in the side as you all continued the hike uphill.

“Me? Sore? Never.” He laughed. He shook his head to try to hide the slight hurt from the question. First, you didn’t think he was outdoorsy enough and now you think he can’t handle doing some mileage. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Oh sure.” You smiled at him. Tyler pointed out a specific plant as you all passed it, talking about the intricate properties of the shrub.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more confused about nature.” Tom mumbled to you quietly. Since you two were far enough behind Tyler, Jane, and Will, they couldn’t hear his comment.

“Don’t worry. I have no clue what he’s talking about either.” You reassured him before letting out a small yawn.

“Did you not sleep well last night?” He asked, looking over at you in concern.

“Someone was snoring a bit too loud for me to sleep.” You said, loud enough for Rose to hear. She stopped and spun around to face you, face red in embarrassment.

“It’s a nasal condition! You know how I get when it’s cold!” She defended. As much as she tried to sound angry, she still had a small smile on her face.

“Love you, Rose.” You blew her a kiss, laughing at her reaction. She and Harrison turned back around and continued their conversation about who knows what.

“I think Harrison’s got a nasal condition too.” Tom whispered, making you stifle a laugh to not draw attention back to the two of you.

“Rose doesn’t even snore that loud.” You admitted quietly, “Even with your sweatshirt, I was still too cold to sleep.”

“I can give you another one when we get back. You can double up.” He offered, “But it was pretty cold last night.”

“Thanks. I’ll probably take you up on that.” You smiled softly at him. “You know, I’m really happy you came.”

“I’m happy I came, too. Thanks for inviting me.” He replied, and you nodded in response. Tom paused after a moment, stopping his tracks to look at you with furrowed eyebrows, “Wait, did you not expect me to come?”

You looked at him in confusion, before answering, “I mean I did, but-“

“But I’m not outdoorsy, so you didn’t think I’d actually be here.” Tom grumbled in agitation, beginning to walk again quickly to catch up to the group. You ran up after him.

“Is that what this is about?” You questioned, your voice unintentionally raised, “That I said you weren’t the camping type back home?”

Harrison and Rose turned to look at the two of you, and Tom just bit his tongue to keep from exploding about the sensitive subject. He knew he shouldn’t have asked, but he just felt so inadequate with Will going on and on about trees and shit.

“What is going on with you?” You questioned with a huff of frustration.

“It’s nothing. Let’s just keep going.” Tom stated, shaking his head.

“I’m not going one more step until you tell me what the hell is up.”

“What’s the hold up?” Will called back when he noticed the stop in your hike. Tom went to step forward to continue the journey, but missed his footing on a particularly slick patch of leaves.

A collective, concerned shout came from you and Harrison as Tom hit the ground. He groaned in pain, and Rose came to his side. All frustration at him slipped out of you as worry flooded your system.

“Tom, oh my god- are you okay?” You asked.

“I think I rolled my ankle.” Tom said, cradling his ankle in his lap.

Rose looked at it briefly, no noticeable swelling or bruising yet. “Can you stand on it?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” He replied before pushing himself to his feet. He bit back a grimace, standing on his ankle as normal, and you didn’t seem to be the only one to notice it. “Let’s finish the hike, yeah?”

“You’re not hiking on that.” Rose shook her head with a small laugh.

“I don’t want to hold you all back. I can manage it, really.”

“It’s fine. We’ll continue on. Y/N can lead you back.” Jane spoke up, a little smirk playing on her lips.

“I’ll go with.” Harrison offered.

“As the house nurse, I feel obligated to walk back with him.” Rose added, and you caught the blush that touched her cheeks.

And just like that, it was settled. You, Rose, and Harrison would walk back with Tom, who was doing his best not to limp, which everyone saw through. Rose and Harrison made conversation the whole walk back, while you and Tom just stayed awkwardly silent. By the time you all made it back to the house, he still hadn’t spoken to you. You went to put away your hiking gear and found Tom a few minutes later, sitting on the porch as he looked at the forest before him, an ice pack on his elevated ankle to help with potential swelling.

“I meant what I said.” You spoke up quietly as you sat in the chair beside him. When he just continued to look straight ahead and not physically acknowledge your presence, you continued, “I am really happy that you’re here, Tom. I didn’t say that because I didn’t think you’d want to come. The only reason I wouldn’t expect you to come is because you’re always busy. I guess what I really meant was that I’m grateful you were able to make time for me this week, especially because I know the countless other, more fun things you could be doing right now. It really means a lot.”

After another brief silent moment passed between the two of you, he looked over at you with a small frown on his face. “Why would you think I wouldn’t make time for you?”

“Like I said, you’re busy. You do one movie after the other, and I feel like we hardly see each other anymore. It’s,” You trailed off, searching for the right word, “comforting that you’d want to spend your free time with me.”

“You’re my best friend. Of course, I’d want to spend time with you.”

You knew his words were sweet and that he meant every single one of them, but you still felt a small, subtle twist in your gut. Another unnatural silence fell between the two of you until Rose came outside like a true savior.

“We’re planning on making s’mores tonight, are you down?” She asked, a cheery smile on her face.

“I’m offended you’re even asking me that.” You stated, and she rolled her eyes at you. You turned to Tom, smiling, “You’re going to love them. Just don’t burn yourself.”

“Burn myself?” He looked at you as if you were crazy, making you laugh.

“Don’t scare him.” Rose teased, “Besides, my money’s on Harrison burning himself first.”

“I heard that!” He called from inside the cabin through the screen door.

Just as Rose was about to leave to go back inside, Tom spoke up, raising his hand a little, still confused, “How do you burn yourself on s’mores?”

Several hours later, he got his answer.

“Ow, fuck, shit, ow.” Harrison cursed, dropping his burnt marshmallow into the dirt.

“That’s how.” You laughed as Rose clinked her s’more against yours.

“How do you know when it’s ready?” Tom asked, eyeing the marshmallow at the end of his stick. He slowly rotated the stick in his hands just as you had told him to do.

“Golden brown are the best, but they’re tricky to make because you can burn them instantly, which is what Harrison did.” You teased your blond friend beside you before taking a bite of your perfect s’more and turning back to face Tom on your other side. “Burnt ones aren’t bad, they just have a more burnt flavor, obviously.”

“So is it ready yet?” He questioned, but he was looking at you not at his roasting marshmallow.

“No,” You giggled. You finished off your s’more with another bite and scooted closer to him on the log. You placed your hand on top of his on the stick, twisting it so that the marshmallow was a few inches above the flame instead of right by the firewood. “And you just keep rotating it. You can see there’s already a gold hue to it.”

You smiled, looking over at him to find him already gazing at you with a soft smile of his own playing on his lips. The light from the campfire made his brown eyes sparkle with specks of gold.

“It’s burning!” Jane exclaimed, and you quickly retracted the stick and marshmallow, blowing out the fire on the now burned marshmallow.

“Well, it’s golden on one side, but burnt marshmallows are an essential part of the s’mores making business.” You said as you passed the stick back to Tom. You gathered the two parts of a graham cracker as well as some Hershey’s chocolate and set it up for a s’more.

“I think I need help with this part.” Tom admitted with a chuckle.

“So you put the marshmallow here.” You pointed at the graham cracker topped with a piece of chocolate. He moved the stick to put the marshmallow in its proper position, and then you put the other half of the graham cracker on top. Grasping the two graham crackers with the marshmallow in the middle, you finished, “And now pull out.”

“Hah, pull out.” Tyler laughed at the innuendo through a face full of his double stacked s’mores. Tom did as told, his eyes lighting up in excitement when you presented him his very own s’more.

“Ta-da. It’s real rocket science, isn’t it?” You joked, and Harrison elbowed you, still grumpy that he had lost his first marshmallow and burnt his hand trying to catch it.

“Burnt and fallen marshmallows are just casualties of s’more making.” Rose said.

“S’mores have to be the thing I miss most about living here— the U.K. just doesn’t do camping quite as well.” You stated, shaking your head a little in disbelief.

“How could you miss s’mores more than us?” Will asked, a playfulness in his voice, but you could recognize the serious undertones of his words.

“I’d miss s’mores more than I’d miss you.” Rose teased, saving you from having to actually think of a response.

“Hand me a marshmallow. I’m ready to try again for a golden one.” Tom said to you, and you reached over into the marshmallow bag beside you, slipping him the soft treat.

“Good luck.” You encouraged him with a laugh.

Tom’s second attempt ended up burnt as well, and you gladly ate it while he made his third one. By the time it was golden brown and ready to be eaten, Jane, Tyler, and even Will had retired for the night.

“That tastes so much better not burnt to a crisp.” Tom said, impressed by his own marshmallow-roasting skills.

“Camping heaven.” You agreed, finishing off the s’more he’d burned earlier.

Rose stood up with a small sigh, stretching her arms. “I think I might head to bed.”

“Me too.” Harrison stated, getting up after her. Tom looked at him questioningly, and you bit your lip, giving Rose a teasing look. She rolled her eyes at you, smiling to herself as she turned to head towards the cabin.

Noticing how Harrison’s hand caught hers once they were a decent distance from the campfire, you called out to them, “Good night!”

“Night!” They chorused back.

“Haz and Rose seem to have hit it off.” Tom commented once they were inside. Your eyes drifted from the dying fire up to the starry sky overhead.

“Yeah, they really have.” You nodded, caught up focusing on the twinkling lights above you. Quietly, you admitted, “I’ll never get tired of looking at the stars.”

“I bet your neck will.” He joked, making you shake your head.

“They’re just so beautiful.” You mumbled.

“Really beautiful.” You heard Tom murmur under his breath. Your eyes flickered over to him, noticing how he was definitely staring at you and not the stars in the sky. When he turned to face the campfire, your eyes diverted back up to the stars, trying your best to suppress how fast your heart was racing.

“I used to know all of the constellations too. Will and I used to camp a lot, and I’d just study the stars until I fell asleep.” You confessed, attempting to strike up a conversation to keep you from your thoughts. When Tom said nothing in reply, a small sigh escaped your lips, and your eyes trailed back down to Tom beside you. Staring right into the dying campfire, he looked deep in thought.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked him, nudging him a little with your shoulder.

“It’s nothing.” Tom shook his head, but his attempts to play off his thoughts didn’t work on you. After a moment, he spoke up, barely meeting your eyes as he did so, “Did you and Will really— you know— in my movie—“ he trailed off, not wanting to finish his question. He was already apprehensive about the answer, and yet he couldn’t help himself from asking.

“In Infinity War?” You asked, laughing lightly at his question, or lack thereof. Looking up towards the sky again, you replied, “Unless you count the fastest handjob ever, no, we didn’t.”

Tom was silent, making you look back over at him. His shoulders were shaking as he bit his lip, doing his best to stifle his laughter.

“Shut up.” You scoffed, playfully hitting his arm. “It wasn’t like you were dying in the scene or anything. You weren’t even on the screen.”

“I didn’t say anything.” He insisted, before breaking into a fit of laughter, unable to contain it any longer. In that moment, you felt complete tranquility. Tom’s laughter broke through the silence of the atmosphere, making your heart flutter in happiness. His eyes were shut, and you could count every crinkle by his eyes. With the fire illuminating his features just right, he was positively glowing. If you wanted any moment to last forever, it was this one. Tom settled his laughter, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing, but it’s just-” He paused, and his smile faltered momentarily, “It��s a relief.”

“A relief?” You repeated before you could help yourself, and Tom realized his words.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, thinking on his feet of an explanation, “It would’ve been really awkward if I was dying, and you and Will- yeah.” He stopped himself short, and a comfortable silence overcame the two of you.

“How’s your ankle feeling?” You asked, not wanting the conversation to end. If it ended, then that meant the night was over and your precious alone time with Tom was over.

“It’s fine, now. Honestly, it didn’t hurt that much.” He replied with a bit of a nod. You watched as he sucked in a tight breath, “I’m sorry about what happened earlier on the hike. I got frustrated and a little jealous. I was so determined to prove that I could be like Will that I just ended up being a dick.”

His words took a moment to sink in, but you found a small smile breaking over your face as you understood the layers of their meaning. You reached out and touched his knee. Softly, you admitted, “You have no reason to be jealous over Will. I’d never want you to be like him. The main reason that I broke up with him was because, well, he’s not you.”

You could see Tom think about your words for a moment before, ever so slowly, he started to lean in. Tom’s lips seemed to fit perfectly with yours, tenderly moving in sync as you both caved into your suppressed feelings. With one hand cupping your cheek, Tom’s other hand moved to your waist, pulling you in closer to him. You paid no mind to the uncomfortableness of your position on the log, too lost in the kiss to think straight. For the second time that night, you wished that this moment would last forever.

But it came to a quick, bittersweet end as Tom pulled away. His face stayed close to yours, his breath fanning over your face. A smile crossed his lips, “That took us way too long.”

“Way, way too long.” You agreed. He went to pull you in for another kiss, but the sudden cold of the dying fire pulled you two back to reality. Almost reluctantly, you said, “I guess we should probably head inside.”

It was far too cold for either of you to want to stay outside without the comforting heat. Gathering the food and putting out the last of the fire, you two walked back to the cabin, hand in hand.

“Thank you for the s’mores.” Tom said quietly to you, aware that most likely everyone in the cabin was sleeping. He placed the last couple bags of marshmallows and graham crackers on the kitchen counter (the chocolate was all eaten long ago), and you made a mental note to take care of it in the morning.

“Any time.” You joked softly. Tom leaned in to give you a quick, but just as sweet good night kiss.

As he made his way over to the stairs, he spoke up again, “Don’t get too cold tonight.”

“Good night, Tom.” You laughed lightly, turning towards your bedroom door.

“Good night, Y/N.”

With one last exchange of soft, sleepy smiles, you both turned to go your separate ways.

When you entered your quaint cabin room, you were met with Rose’s snores, a sharp contrast to your favorite sound that was Tom’s laughter from moments ago. You quietly maneuvered around the room, getting ready for bed. A smile ghosted your lips as you tugged on Tom’s hoodie. The familiar warmth and scent enveloping you comfortably.

You waited for sleep to overcome you on the cold bed; it felt like hours (when really, it was probably only ten minutes) before you finally decided to get up. With a small sigh, you shuffled out of the bed. Maybe the couch would give you more peace than your shared room.

As you made your way out of your room, you heard a door downstairs open. Curiously, you peeked down the staircase to see Tom emerging from the bathroom, in nothing but basketball shorts.

“What are you still doing up?” Tom asked you with his voice just above a whisper. You silently made your way down the stairs until you were in front of him.

“Couldn’t sleep. The room hasn’t gotten any warmer since last night.” You admitted, subconsciously crossing your arms.

“Come here.” Tom slowly uncrossed your arms, taking one of your hands loosely in his. He led you to his room. The door creaked open and shed some light into the dark bedroom. Wordlessly, he brought you over to his bed and dropped your hand to shuffle the blankets.

“What about Haz?” You whispered as Tom slipped into his bed, laying sideways and as close to the wall as possible to make some room for you.

“It’ll be fine.” He reassured you. You slid into the bed, finding comfort under the blankets. You laid on your side facing Tom, and it was then that you realized just how small the twin bed was— you two were close enough to each other that you could feel his minty breath fan over your cheeks, which still made you nervous even though just ten minutes ago he’d kissed you.

“We’re never going to fall asleep like this.” You teased softly. Tom let out a quiet laugh, shuffling so he was flatter on his back, giving you room to lay in his arms. With your head pressed to his bare chest and his strong arms circling around you, you finally found warmth.

“You’re really warm.” You mumbled into his chest, snuggling into his embrace and letting your legs tangle comfortably with his. It wasn’t the first time the two of you had cuddled, but it was the first time the two of you have cuddled on a tiny bed and with him being shirtless.

“Makes me the best cuddling partner.” Tom mumbled, his chest shaking lightly underneath you as he chuckled. You hummed in agreement, a smile forming on your face.

“Do you two ever shut up?” You heard Harrison question from the bunk above you.

“Do you always have to ruin a perfectly good moment?” Tom replied, and you subconsciously snuggled deeper into his embrace.

“I better not wake up in the middle of the night to noises.” He grumbled. The bed shuffled as he flipped over in his bed to get comfortable.

“Haz, that’s just you snoring.” You teased. He muttered something incoherent and you whispered to Tom, “Let’s wait until he starts snoring and then move his mattress to the lake.”

“Deal.”

Unfortunately for you but luckily for Harrison, you drifted off quickly, listening to the sound of Tom’s heart beating underneath you. You couldn’t help yourself; he made for the best pillow and the best heat source.

The next morning, you woke up with a start, hearing a loud thud from right beside you. Blearily, you leaned over the edge of the twin bed to find the source of the sound; when you saw a groaning, half-asleep Tom on the floor below you, a fit of laughter overcame you. The blankets were falling off the bed, all tangled up in his legs.

“Did you fall off the bed?” Harrison asked, even though all three of you already knew the answer, and you looked up to see him peering over the edge of the bunk bed.

“It’s not funny.” Tom muttered, frowning in faux annoyance at your continued laughter.

You held your hands out to him, offering to help him up even though you were in an impossible position to really help, still laying in the actual bed. Teasingly, you asked, “You got an owie?”

Chuckling, Tom reached up and grabbed your hands, pulling you off the bed. You let out a yelp as you landed on top of him, in a similar position to just last night. Your legs subconsciously fell on either side of his to somewhat straddle him, and you lifted yourself up on the palms of your hands to look down at him properly, a smile etched on your face. The familiar intoxicating pull from last night returned; you almost forgot Harrison was in the room— key word, almost.

“Get up before I come down there and join in.”

And with that, you quickly got off of Tom, and he scrambled to his feet. As Harrison came down the bunk bed ladder, you and Tom put the blankets back onto the bottom bed. You pondered where last night left the two of you, and you weren’t sure how to approach the subject. You were clearly more than friends, but were you more than friends in front of the others?

“What’s for breakfast?” Harrison asked, cutting you off from your thoughts.

Over the course of the next few hours, you tried to somehow be alone with Tom to talk things over. It felt odd how things ended last night— not a bad odd, but odd nonetheless. Between the guys going for yet another run and you all spending time at the lake together, it just seemed like the opportunity would never come.

“God, I can’t believe it took you that long.” Rose teased, a giddy smile on her face as she cut off your recounting of last night. The boys were outside chopping some firewood while you, Rose, and Jane prepared dinner.

Jane winked at you jokingly, “What was it like?”

“What was what like? The kissing?” You asked, and she nodded.

“We want all the details!”

“In all honesty, it was the best kiss of my life.” You admitted, the butterflies you felt last night returning at just the thought.

As the three of you continued to talk, coo, and gossip about the four boys outside, they were hard at work. The late afternoon summer sun was bearing down on them, and they had stripped away their shirts earlier. Tom decided very early on that he didn’t like chopping wood, even if Harrison was somehow worse at it than him. While Tom and Harrison mainly kept to themselves, Will and Tyler had their own conversations going, despite the others clearly within earshot.

“You and Jane— I don’t know how you do it. One girl for all those years?” Will commented, and Tyler laughed with a shrug.

“It’s been so long, I don’t know what I would do without her. Plus, she’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.” Tyler said crassly, making his friend laugh.

“Mine was by far Y/N.” He stated, loudly, as if to ensure that Tom would hear it. At the sound of your name, Tom and Harrison both began to listen in on the conversation.

“It’s been years. Surely, there’s been someone else.”

“Nope.” Will protested, stopping his work to lean on the axe handle, “She was supposed to come over last night, but she must’ve gotten lost.” Tom couldn’t stop himself from scoffing at his words. Hearing the sound, Will turned to face Tom, “Got something to say?”

“Yeah, I do actually.” Tom said, dropping the axe. Holding himself up straighter, he made his way closer to Will. Harrison hesitantly stepped closer to Tom as the brunet continued, “She didn’t get lost, she just had a better option.”

“Better option? You mean you?” He bit back. “Yesterday, you couldn’t even do a simple hike without hurting yourself, and you’re shit at chopping wood. You may think you’re hot shit in London, but this is my turf, movie star. I’m the one who gets the girl here.”

Harrison went to grab Tom’s balled fist, but he was too late as Tom had already swung, nailing the surprised Will right in the nose. Will responded quickly, throwing a punch back at Tom. Tyler and Harrison exchanged questioning looks, silently wondering if they should break up the fight or just let them go at it, but the pair decided the former was probably a better idea.

Aware of sudden commotion outside, you, Rose, and Jane all rushed to the balcony, wondering what could possibly be happening. The fight between Tom and Will was ending as Harrison and Tyler both successfully pulled their respective friends away from the other. Even from the distance, you could see the new bruises on Tom’s face and Will’s bloody nose; it was most likely broken, but you didn’t have it in you to care. The boys were unaware of you and the others, until Harrison looked up at the balcony. He gave you a sad smile, and Tom was next to look up. Ashamed, he didn’t dare to meet your eyes and, instead, grabbed his shirt from a nearby log and trudged his way down to the lake.

Your eyes flickered to Will, and a pit of anger flamed inside you. Just by the look on his face, you didn’t even need to question who was the antagonist. Not bothering to say a word to Rose or Jane, you marched downstairs and out to where Will, Tyler, and Harrison remained.

“What did you say to him?” You questioned Will angrily.

“Nothing he didn’t already know.” He replied nonchalantly.

“That’s bullshit, Will. This is all just bullshit. Every chance you get, you bring up something to antagonize Tom and embarrass me. And, every time you do that, you just remind me that you’re half the man Tom is.”

“You’re acting like I was the one to start the fight. News flash, princess, your man threw the first punch.” Will said, bitterly.

You stepped closer to him, your eyes hardening, and you swore you saw fear flicker in his eyes. “Believe me, if Tom hadn’t broken your nose already, I would break it myself.”

Without another word, you turned on your heel and headed down to the lake. You knew they were all watching you-- Harrison, Tyler, and Will from the ground and Rose and Jane from the balcony. The sun was already starting to line the tops of the trees across the lake, and you felt your anger slowly dissipating as you saw Tom sitting on the dock. With his legs swinging off the edge, he looked at peace, but you knew him better than that; a storm was brewing in his head.

You didn’t say anything, and Tom made no effort to look away from his hands in his lap as you approached. Silently, you sat down right next to him at the end of the dock. Now that you were beside him, you noticed the bruise forming on his eyebrow and the cut on his lip. Will definitely got a few good shots at him, but you could tell Tom had gotten him worse. Your eyes trailed down to his hands; his knuckles were red in agony. Slowly, you reached your hand out to grab his injured one.

“It doesn’t hurt.” Tom mumbled, but you could tell he was holding back the truth. You tenderly placed a kiss on each of his red knuckles before intertwining your fingers.

“Wanna talk about what happened?” You asked him quietly, fearing if you spoke too loud the fragile moment would somehow be ruined.

“He was talking about you like you were just a good fuck and nothing more.” He replied, his voice just as soft as yours.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, your heart fluttering at the thought that he was defending you. You let go of his hand and turned to properly face him. The smile never left your face as you cupped his face in your hands. Confused, Tom asked through a laugh, “What are you doing?”

You kissed his bruised eyebrow before responding, “Well, I’ve got to kiss it better, don’t I?”

“I think you missed a spot then.” Tom pointed to his lips with a cheeky grin. You pressed a chaste kiss to the cut on his lip, before teasingly pulling away. You didn’t get far as Tom’s hand went to the back of your neck, bringing you in for another, deeper kiss. Caught up in the moment, you somehow forgot about his cut; it wasn’t until you nibbled on his bottom lip, accidentally catching the cut, that you remembered and Tom pulled away with a quiet groan.

“I’m sorry.” You said through a laugh, though you were still genuinely concerned about him. Your fingers traced lightly over the agitated cut.

“It’s okay.” He reassured you. One of his hands trailed up your arm to your own hand, and he brought it to his lips, kissing it just as gently as you had kissed his knuckles. “You’re cold.”

“Guess my personal heater isn’t working.” You teased.

“Come here.” Tom beckoned you closer to him. You slid into his side, snuggling into his warm embrace. With his arm hanging around your shoulders, you slipped your fingers through his, smiling at the ease of it all.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You mumbled, looking at the beauty of the lake and the sunset before you. It was like a scene from a painting, a scene you wanted to memorize forever.

Tom pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you in closer to him. “We can stay here as long as you’d like, darling.”

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Harry Styles — Adore You

Fine Line Series Part 10

I can't believe we are on part 10! Only 2 more parts to go and from here on out it's pretty fluffy and fun.

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Rainbow Paradise

Being back on the road with Harry was pure bliss. You felt more connected to him than you had before, and even when you had to pretend like there was nothing going on between you, his subtle winks and secret smiles were more than enough to keep you reassured.

Harry threw himself into each show with increased enthusiasm, rushing offstage and straight into your arms every night. His energy levels had increased and even the fans noticed that something was slightly different about him.

Backstage, he was drawn to you like a magnet. Whenever he wasn’t needed for a soundcheck or a wardrobe fitting, he followed you like a shadow. He was constantly grabbing your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist, or dropping a kiss onto your forehead, finding small ways to show you that he loved you.

12 March 2018 – Paris, France

(and you welcome)in between the show in Basel, Switzerland, and the Paris show, and the tour buses arrived with plenty of time to spare in the City of Lights. During the day, while Harry slept off all the excitement from his first show back on tour and then headed to the hotel gym for a workout, you and Hannah hit the Champs-Élysées to do some shopping. She needed something to wear to dinner with Zach that night, and she was trying to convince you to buy everything you touched.

“Everything is so expensive,” you huffed, checking the price tag on yet another dress that cost more than you made in a month.

“Just ask Harry for his credit card,” Hannah suggested with a giggle. She pulled out a gorgeous light pink silk slip dress and held it up to her body. You nodded your approval at her, and she added it to the small pile forming in her arms.

“Absolutely not! I don’t want him to think I’m using him for his money.”

“Well, at least try it on! C’mon, it’ll be fun.” You rolled the fabric of the dress between your fingers, and with a sigh, followed Hannah to the fitting rooms.

Sliding on the dress felt like putting on a second skin. It fit you perfectly, hugging your curves and flowing just above the ground. You turned around to take a look in the mirror and gasped. The thick black fabric around the plunging neckline was structured to provide support and the slits on either side of the skirt showed off your legs, which were still tan from all your time off in California.

“Let me see!” Hannah yelled from the fitting room next door. You pulled back the curtain to see her in a gold ball gown twirling in front of the triple mirror at the end of the fitting room corridor.

“Oh my god!” She exclaimed when she saw you. “C’mere, let me get a better look.” She motioned you forwards and stepped to the side to make room for you in front of the mirrors. Seeing it from multiple angles just confirmed that the dress was made for you, and your heart broke thinking about having to put it back on the rack.

“It’s perfect,” you sighed. “Too bad I can’t afford it.”

“Let me take a picture, at least,” Hannah pulled out her phone and posed for a mirror selfie, “that way you can remember it forever.” You smized for the camera before heading back into the fitting room to take the dress off and left the store empty-handed.

Hannah couldn’t commit to a dress so you followed her to a few more stores until she finally decided to pull the trigger on a pale green A-line dress and you finally headed back to the hotel after almost 4 hours of shopping.

On the way into the hotel, you stopped into the convenience store for sparkling water and a Pain au Chocolat to replenish your energy before taking the elevator up to your room. You wanted to freshen up before heading over to Harry's. He had texted you a while ago about being back from the gym, so you wanted to check in with him before you made any plans for your night off.

When you stepped into your room, you noticed something black spread out on your bed that hadn’t been there before. You realized with a gasp that it was the dress you had tried on earlier, and there was a folded note resting on top of it. Your name was written in Harry’s messy scrawl on the outside of the paper, and inside all he had written was “Be ready by 6. x H.’ A smile crept onto your face and you pulled out your phone to type out a message to Hannah, to which she responded immediately.

i am going to kill u.

but thank you :-)

just out here doing the lord’s work!

(and you're welcome)

It was just about 4:30, so you started getting ready immediately. Just as you were putting the final touches on your makeup, you heard a knock at the door and opened it to reveal Harry in an all-black suit and shirt combo, smirking at you. You smacked him on the shoulder with your purse as you stepped out to join him in the hallway.

“This dress costs more than the rent at my old apartment!” You chastised, and Harry barked out a laugh in response as he pulled you into a hug.

“Couldn’t resist after Hannah sent me the picture,” he murmured against your neck, sending a tingle down your spine. “Looks so good on you.”

“Well, thank you,” you whispered into his hair. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, then trailed his lips down to the hollow between your collarbone, eliciting a soft sigh from you.

“You’re lucky we rented this whole floor,” you breathed, letting your head roll backward and your eyes flutter shut, surrendering to the pleasure for just a moment.

“‘M sorry,” he said, pressing a peck to your exposed clavicle before pulling away. “You’re just so hot.”

“Want me to unlock my door?” You reached into your purse for your room key, but he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Tempting offer, but I’m afraid that will have to wait. I’ve got big plans for you tonight, Miss Y/L/N.” He tugged on your wrist to get you to follow him, then slid his hand down into yours, lacing your fingers together.

“And what would those plans be?”

“Not telling.” With a devilish grin, he whisked you down the service stairway and out the back door of the hotel into a waiting car. Harry slid in first and you followed, folding your dress underneath your legs as you did so. The driver closed the door behind you and Harry tapped twice on his window.

“It’s the same glass they use in interrogation rooms,” he said with pride. “We can see out but no one can see in!”

“Wow, very cool,” you said as if you were talking to a small child who had just shown you what looked like a drawing of Satan himself but was actually supposed to be a dog. Harry didn’t seem to notice, too excited about the glass to notice your sarcasm.

“I really tried to think of everything, that way I could take you out on a real date.” He reached across the empty space between you to take your hand and squeeze it in his own.

“That’s so sweet of you, H.” You gave him a soft smile and squeezed back, grateful for the way he was trying to do “normal people” things even if they needed to be adjusted slightly.

The streets of Paris rolled past your window, and you had to admit that the one-way glass was a nice touch. You caught a few passers-by staring, probably trying to guess what important person was inside. The car took a right just past L'Astrance and then looped around to the back of the restaurant, where the driver parked and opened the car doors for you again. Harry got out on his side and jogged around to help you out, holding out his hand with the biggest smile on his face.

“Thank you, sir,” you giggled, letting him pull you out of your seat. One waiter opened the restaurant’s back door for you and took your coats, and another handed you each a glass of champagne before leading you to a cozy booth in the back of the completely empty restaurant. You turned to Harry with wide eyes.

“Did you rent out the entire place?” You asked in an incredulous whisper. His sheepish smile answered for him.

“Might’ve,” he mumbled, ducking his head. “Just wanted to take you on a real date, and Paris seemed like the best place to do it.” Before you sat down, you turned your head to press a kiss to his lips.

The chef came out to introduce himself and top up your champagne glasses and walked the two of you through his special menu for the night. Everything sounded incredible, and you had a sneaking suspicion that Harry had put in some special requests. After just a few minutes, the chef returned with the most gorgeous garden salad you had ever seen.

“It feels so weird to be out like this,” you said as you dug into your salad.

“Good weird?” Harry asked, worry flashing across his face.

“The best weird.” He relaxed and reached across the table to squeeze your hand.

You spent the entire meal talking and laughing, and each course got better and better. The champagne seemed to replenish itself, and by the time you had finished up dessert and made it back to the car, you were both a little tipsy.

As soon as the doors closed, Harry scooted into the middle seat so he could press his body to yours, capturing your lips with his. You smiled into the kiss and let him lead, suppressing a moan as he nipped and licked at you playfully. His hands trailed up from your waist to the skin exposed by your plunging neckline and he started to slide his hands under the fabric of your dress.

“Harry!” You exclaimed, batting his hands away. “Keep it in your pants ‘til we get back to the hotel.” He let his hands drop into your lap, flashing a pout at you.

“Can’t,” he whined, pulling back and spreading his legs to show off the bulge that had grown there. You burst into a fit of giggles that only got worse as you tried to stop. The pout on his lips quivered and he eventually started giggling, too, until you were both gasping for breath and the driver was shaking his head at the two of you.

When the giggles finally subsided, you leaned against Harry for support, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you tight to his side. You let your eyes close, and just as you were starting to slip into sleep, you were jolted awake by Harry sliding his hand down to your ass and squeezing it.

“What did I say about keeping it in your pants?” You scolded, squirming away from him.

“Just waking you up,” he said with an innocent grin. “We’re back at the hotel.” He jerked his head towards the window, and sure enough, the car was parked outside the hotel. You decided not to chew him out, and instead let him lead you upstairs to his room. Suddenly, you were wide awake and filled with electricity; it flowed through your joined hand and into Harry, who quickened his pace. He fumbled with his key card as he tried to open the door, and as soon as it shut behind you, your dress was on the floor and his lips were on yours again.

29-30 March 2018 – Barcelona, Spain

Having two days off in Barcelona gave you some much-needed relaxation time. While Harry worked on some upcoming projects, you spent your days exploring the city or relaxing on the beach with some of the other crew members. At night, you joined Harry in his room for a room-service dinner and movies. After you finished eating on the second night, you moved to the couch to pick out a movie while Harry made tea. He joined you a few minutes later, setting two mugs down on the coffee table followed by a small black box. Your heart skipped a beat, as much as you loved Harry, you weren’t ready to get married. Sensing your thoughts, he smiled at you and shook his head, reassuring you that it wasn’t a ring. He sat down next to you and nudged your shoulder with his.

“Open it,’ he prompted, so you leaned forward to pick it up and opened the box to reveal a small “S” charm on a delicate gold chain.

“Not an H?” You asked, reaching down to touch the smooth metal letter.

“That’s too obvious,” he answered, breaking out into a smirk. “Besides, one day S will be your letter too.”

“Oh really?” You raised your eyebrows at him. “You seem pretty confident about that.” Harry leaned in to press his lips to your once before pulling back slightly.

“Well if you don’t like it, I can just return it.” His tone was teasing but you could tell he was nervous.

“I love it.” You grabbed the back of his neck to pull him back in for another kiss, opening your mouth against his and pouring your appreciation inside. Harry’s hands tugged on the hem of your sweater, but you pulled away. He whined and gave you his puppy dog eyes before he noticed you pulling your hair off your neck with one hand, holding the necklace in the other.

“Put it on for me?” You asked with a shy smile. He nodded and took the necklace from you, draping it over your collarbone and clasping it behind your neck.

That night seemed to embolden him because he showed even more affection at the arena the next day, even going as far as to give you a peck on the lips in front of half the crew before heading onstage for soundcheck.

Later, he grabbed your ass when Jeff’s back was turned, earning him a stern look from you, to which he just laughed at. When Jeff turned back around, he paid full attention to what the other man was saying as if he hadn’t just had a handful of your ass. Jeff sent Harry off to get ready, and as much as you wanted to follow him and take advantage of the lock on his dressing room door, you were technically at work, so you waved him off instead.

He ended up ready for the show a little early and wandered around backstage until he found you in the hallway leading to the back door carrying in the last box of merch. You couldn’t see over the huge box in your arms, so when someone suddenly lifted it up you were startled and jumped back, breathing heavily.

“Oh shit,” you gasped, placing a hand on your heart when you saw it was Harry. “You scared me.”

“Sorry, love,” he said with a chuckle, setting the box on the ground next to you.

“I’m supposed to bring that up to Elizabeth.” You leaned over, reaching down to pick the box back up, but Harry lunged forward and blocked you from doing so, pushing you against the wall so you couldn’t try to escape.

“What’re you…” you started to ask, but he cut you off with his lips. His kisses were deep and urgent, and your protests faded away as his tongue brushed along your bottom teeth. He slid one of his legs between yours and you pressed down, hard, craving friction. A gasp escaped your lips as he trailed kisses from your mouth to behind your ear, grazing his teeth along the delicate skin there. Need was building between you, fast, and you slipped your hands under the waistband of his black-and-white houndstooth pants, pushing them down enough to free his growing erection.

“Harry, you need to,” Jeff’s voice pulled both of you out of your little bubble and Harry pulled back which allowed you to peek over his shoulder. Jeff had turned back around and was walking back down the hallway. “Ohhh no, nope, not dealing with this. Be onstage in 5 and I’ll forget this happened.”

Harry pressed his lips to yours one more time before pulling away and wiping them with the back of his hands.

“See you after the show!” He called over his shoulder as he jogged back into the arena, tucking himself back into his pants on the way. You let out a deep breath and leaned your head back against the wall, needing a few minutes to calm down before you could face anyone else.

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“the adventures of babysitting” - jj maybank

-> hvitstark’s gif!

summary: when the cute boy who mows the lawn for the kook family you babysit shows up, weird and unexpected events start to happen.

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Babysitting wasn’t something you planned to do when summer started, but when you saw that lonely dollar that you had in your pocket you decided to change that. And what better way, than to take care of the rich kids when their parents are too focused on their golf sessions?

It didn’t took you long to find a parent like that, since in Outer Banks, 90% of the parents had the stupid necessity to go golfing every day, leaving their poor kids on the house. Well, “poor” is a matter of speech, because if you had a pool the side of your entire house and free WiFi to play any game that ever existed, you wouldn’t complain.

“The food is in the refrigerator. Maybe start making it at 12 pm, she likes to eat early.” Mrs. Johnson was saying while she had her big bag on her shoulders, ready to leave the house. “Lily!” She yelled so loudly that you squint your eyes for the sudden scream. “Oh, and before I forget, in a couple of hours the boy that’s going to cut the grass is going to show up. But you don’t have to do anything, he already knows his way around the front yard.” You nodded with a little smile.

“Great!”

“Lily! Get down here, now!” She yelled so firmly that you could tell the fire on her eyes, making you feel a little bit intimidated by the rich house wife. As soon as she went back to you, a smile appeared on her face again changing her expression completely in a matter of one second, making you feel a little bit scared. “Do you have any more questions for the day?”

“No! I’m fine, we’ll be fine.”

“Y/n!” You heard the little girl calling your name while she was running to welcome you with a hug.

“Lily! Come here you little angel!” You picked her up so she could wrap her arms around your shoulders.

“Lily, behave.” Mrs. Johnson said and Lily nodded.

“Yes, mommy, like always.”

“No cookies until lunch is over, got it?”

Lily nodded again, this time more quicker. “Got it.”

Not trusting her daughter, Mrs. Johnson turned to you. “Got it?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Mrs. Johnson gave Lily a kiss on the forehead before walking towards the door. “See you later Mrs. Johnson!” You waved until you saw her outside and she was no longer in your sight.

“Do you want to see my barbie?” Lily said once her feet touched the ground.

“Sure!”

“Cool! Let me look for it.” She grabbed your hand to walk you to her room. “I did a makeover that took me the whole week. Because when I got her she was so ugly, the change was necessary.” She was saying like a professional fashion icon. Her sass was one of your favorite things about her. “That’s what my mom says all the time. If you don’t like something, you change it so it fits you.” After a walk that seemed to took forever since the house was bigger than the whole frontyard itself, you arrived at her room. While Lily was looking for her barbie to show you, you went over her room like it was the first time your eyes were seeing it. The wall colors looked like an unicorn had throw up in them and then a fairy had her glitter thrown at it. The main color was pink, her bed, her night stand, her desk, even her TV was the color pink. You never hated that color, but her room was making you feel nauseous. It was all so colourful and an interesting thing to look at, but the thing that always caught your attention was the thousand posters of the movie ‘Frozen’. Elsa, Anna and all of those characters you couldn’t remember the names where in her wall smiling. They were so many of them that you started to feel creeped out by them. “Here she is!” Finally, Lily found her barbie as was already walking towards you with her toy in her hand waving it like she was trying to get something out of her. She handed the barbie to you with the biggest and proudest smile ever, but the moment you grabbed the toy the smile disappeared from your face for a second.

“Oh my-” the normal long hair that Barbies have isn’t longer in this one, it was short and it looked like some punk girl from the 80’s with he hairs all lift up. You didn’t even know if it was punk, she looked like she touched a wire with a fork! She had a short dress that looked like it had been on dirt, washed but then she fell on grass, making it look even more dirty and destroyed. Her skin was painted red and blue with some pink dots all over her body. She definitely didn’t had a good day. You looked at Lily and noticed the proud smile and the excitement on her eyes as you were watching the barbie, so you put your biggest fake smile on your face not wanting to break the poor girl’s heart. “She looks wonderful!”

“I know! I’m good at it!”

You quickly nodded. “Yeah!”

“Maybe I can be a fashion designer when I grow up!” Lily started clapping and grabbed the barbie from your hand while you were nodding non stop not knowing what to say.

Models from the future; I’m so sorry and good luck.

You thanked the Gods for Lily not wanting to show you anymore of her creations, instead she wanted to watch a movie, and as soon as she said that, you already knew what she wanted to see.

“Let it gooooo! Let it goooooo!” You heard Elsa sing while Lily’s eyes were glued to the TV, her body was slowly moving while she was whispering the song. You knew she loved the movie so much she never wanted to outsing Elsa, and deep down, you were grateful for that.

“Yes, please Elsa,” you said in a whisper not wanting Lily to hear you while you were sitting down in the couch behind her “let it fucking go. Stop it.” As soon as you tilted your head backwards annoyed, a sound came from the front yard. “What was that? You asked with your eyes glued to the door, but there was no response from Lily, since her little mind was too focused on the movie. You headed to the window to cheek what it was while all the horror movies and serial killers documentaries went through your mind. With your heart beating a little faster you opened the curtains and wondered with your eyes your surroundings, but nothing was there. You were calming down until you heard your phone rang in your pocket, making you jump from the scare.

“What’s up bitch?” Your best friend, Hannah, said on the phone once you picked up.

“Hi, I’m babysitting.” You said still checking the front yard.

“Oh, got it, you have to watch your tongue.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think this kid is listening to me right now, Elsa has that covered.” You did quick look on Lily, who’s eyes were still glued to the TV.

“Ugh, I hate that movie.”

“I don’t. But the amount of times I watched it here isn’t helping on that.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Checking if the guy- oh my god.” You stopped as soon as your eyes noticed a boy standing in the front yard. Because he was too far away you could only see clearly his blonde hair and his dark brown boots. He had a white shirt on and some light brown shorts, he was far, but the way he was moving and carrying himself was what attracted you and made your eyes stare at him twice, making sure you were seeing correctly.

“What?”

“The guy that cuts the grass for this family is...” you did a quick turn to Lily to check if she was listening, but she was still too focused on the movie. You turned back to see the boy, but before you could continue your sentence, Hannah spoke before you.

“Hot?”

“Oh, more than that.”

“Who is it?” Hannah said intrigued.

“Can’t see, he’s too far.”

“What is he doing?” You saw how his arms tensed when he grabbed some machine you never saw before. They were so strong that you suddenly got the need to walk towards him touch them, but that would be extremely weird.

“I don’t know, turning the machine I guess.” You tried to focus more on his face and try to figure out if you knew him, but he was too far for your poor sight.

“Go talk to him.”

“What? No!”

“Why not? He’s hot, you’re hot. Perfect match.”

“He is definitely a...” Again, you turned around making sure Lily wasn’t hearing. Even if she wasn’t, you choose your next words carefully. “major babe.”

“Major babe?” Hannah let out a tiny laugh. “What are? 30?”

“The kid is still here!” You whispered loudly.

“What is a major babe?” Fuck.

You turned around to see Lily standing there with her Barbie between her hands. The movie was still playing but it looked like your conversation gained her attention even more.

“What? Oh, nothing.” You shook your head with your phone still against your ear. “Don’t worry about it baby. Keep watching Elsa.”

“I want to know what that means.” Lily said with her firm tone, letting you know she wasn’t going to let it go.

“I think you’re in trouble.” Hannah said on the other side, and you knew she was trying to not laugh at your current situation.

“Bye!” You ended the call before leaving your phone in your pocker to kneeled down and be closer to Lily’s face. “A major babe is someone who is... cute.” You said trying to choose the perfect words. Explaining something like this to a six year old isn’t something that you would ever choose to do.

“Cute?” Lily asked confused.

“Yeah, pretty.”

“Like Elsa?”

“Yeah? Yeah!”

You thought the conversation was over when Lily let out a giant smile and nodded convinced. But then, she opened her mouth: “So you think the guy who cuts the grass is pretty?”

“Well-” You got up trying to take those thoughts out of her mind, but before you could say anything Lily started clapping excited.

“You do! Y/n and JJ sitting in a tree-” She started singing but you stopped hearing once you heard the name ‘JJ’.

“Wait, JJ? The guy’s name is JJ?” You said confused, hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was.

“Yeah! He comes every week since last year!”

“JJ? JJ Maybank?” You were praying Lily was going to shake her head and say it was another JJ, but deep down you knew there wasn’t any other guy with that name.

“Yeah!” Lily said happily, unaware of your thoughts and your not so happy face.

Well, fuck.

“Oh my god.” You said when it finally hit you. “Sweetie, I think Anna is dying.” You said gently turning Lily towards the TV.

“Oh no!” She went back to the movie. You turned to the window and moved the curtain while a sigh came out of your mouth.

JJ Maybank. The guy that was known for being the life of the party, getting into trouble or starting a fight. He would almost every time leave the party with some girl around his arm. You weren’t going to lie, you wished sometimes you were that girl. Having a crush on a boy that doesn’t know you exists isn’t... the best. You met JJ at school when you were a kid and that’s when it all started, when he defended you from some Kook kid that was annoying you at lunch. The crush didn’t grew more, the opposite, it went down passing the years. But that didn’t stop you from looking at him when he showed up at the party you were at or feeling nervous when he was around. You weren’t the type to do so, but there was something about him that made you feel as awkward as you could ever be.

The fact that he was in the same house as you made you feel something inside your stomach, making you move uncomfortably in your sit while Lily was watching, for the second time, Frozen. You don’t have to talk to him, there’s nothing to worry about. You were thinking over and over again trying to calm yourself down. Or maybe this is your opportunity to talk to him. You thought in Hannah’s voice, since she knew about your crush she would often say that you should start a conversation with him, or at least introduce yourself.

You didn’t know if he knew who you were. You only talked once, back when you were kids and you thanked him for defending you. That was it. You remembered it, but you were sure he didn’t.

C’mon, what are you waiting for? Go offer him some water! Hannah’s voice was saying in your head like she was next to you giving you the courage you needed to do so. And somehow, it worked. After making sure Lily was safe while watching the movie, you walked towards the kitchen and poured water on a cup to bring outside.

As soon as your hand touched the door to open it, you felt the heat of the sun touching your skin and you heart beating faster, already knowing your next moves.

You saw him getting ready to cut the grass with the same machine you saw before. His skin and hair were glowing under the sun making your heart beat faster than before and him looking more beautiful than he already was.

“Hey!” You said loudly once you were a couple of steps away from him.

JJ immediately turned to you making your heart drop to your stomach. He furrowed his eyebrows confused while trying to figure out who you were. “Hi? Are you the babysitter?” He pointed at you and you nodded with a smile.

“Yeah. Y/n.”

“JJ.” He let out a tiny smile. Fuuuuuuck.

Silence came between you two while your brain was trying to remember what you came outside. “Oh! I bought you some water, it’s pretty hot out here.” You handed him the cup which he took gratefully.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, I don’t want you passing out. I don’t want to deal with that.” You said and immediately regretted it, why would you say that? That makes you sound like a terrible babysitter!

But as soon as he let out a genuine laugh, your mind gave you a break.

“Sure. So, since when did you started working with this family?” He said before giving a sip to the water.

“Last week.”

“I haven’t seen you around much. You live in the Cut, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I do. My dad owns the store across the beach.”

JJ didn’t respond immediately. He stood there watching your eyes carefully, so much, that your heart started beating faster once again. “Really? He has some good boards, dude.”

“Thanks. He’s really proud of them.”

“Make sure to tell him. Thank you for the water.” He gave you the now empty cup and you shook your head with a little smile.

“Don’t worry about it. If you need anything just tell me.”

JJ let out a tiny laugh. “You take care better of me than Mrs. Johnson.”

You smiled back while on the inside you were freaking out. “It’s no-” you were saying but the water hitting your body cut you off.

“What the fuck?” JJ said as soon as both of you noticed the water feeling like rain against your body. You looked up to see if it was, but the sky was as as clear as you last saw it.

“Where is that water coming from?!”

“It’s the automatic water for the grass!” JJ said looking down and pointing at the tiny machine going off behind you. You turned around and looked at it confused, trying to not get hit in the face by putting your hands in front of your face.

“But it never turns on during the day! Do you know how to turn it off?!” You asked at JJ with the hope that he did, and luckily, he nodded turning around and leading to some part of the front yard you’ve never been before. When you arrived to where he was you noticed he was kneeled down and with a quicker twist of his hand, the water was off. “What the hell was that?” You said turning to where the water was coming from.

“I don’t know.” JJ said and looked down to his body all wet. You turned to him and did the same, but not to your own body, to his. The way his shirt was glued to his torso would mark his abs and let you nothing to the imagination. You immediately looked down once you realize you were staring, you felt so embarrassed like you weren’t supposed to see what you just did. “Maybe this will help with the sun and I won’t pass out.” He said with a smile once he looked up at you and you smiled, thankful he didn’t notice you staring at him and his fit body.

“You’re dripping.” You said. “You have to dry yourself otherwise you won’t be able to work with those heavy clothes. C’mon.” You pointed at the house and started walking, but his voice cut you off.

“I’m not sure I’m aloud to go in.”

“Do you want to get your work done or not? Because I don’t think you’ll be able to.” You did a quick look to the drops of water goind down. “It’s your decision, but I think Mrs. Johnson won’t be happy if she comes back and her grass isn’t done. Do whatever you want.” You said knowing that it was going to convince him to go with you. You did this tactic with Lily sometimes, making it their choice and having the control over the situation. Like you suspected, as soon as you made a couple of steps away from JJ, you heard his feet moving and getting closer to yours. Seconds later, he was already next to you.

“Maybe we should go to the bathroom, I don’t want to make a mess.” You said the moment you stepped inside the house. Lily, who was now sitting down on the couch, looked at you two with an exaggerated surprised face and walked to where you two where.

“Oh! What happened?”

“The water of your front yard went kinda crazy.” You said grabbing your sticky shirt and trying to get it away from your skin.

“Really?” Lily asked and then turned to JJ, who nodded.

“Lily I want you to stay here watching the movie, ok? We need to get dry.” You said leading the way to the bathroom. “Don’t open the door to anyone, did you hear me?”

“Yes!” Lily said while quickly nodding and then leaving to continue watching her movie. “Stupid Hans!” She yelled at the TV.

“She really likes that movie doesn’t she?” JJ said with a smile once he turned around to follow you.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “we watched it three times today.”

“Ouch.” You let out a laugh before entering the bathroom and quickly grabbing the towel and turning around to face JJ.

“Here, have the towe-” You were saying but once your eyes noticed JJ’s naked torso, your tongue went completely numb. “Oh.”

“Is everything ok?” He asked noticing your shook face, but then a little grin escaped his lips while he grabbed the towel from your hand.

“Yeah. Yeah! Everything’s fine.” You said quickly shaking your head a little bit, trying so hard to not let your now red cheeks make you feel embarrassed.

“Aren’t you gonna change?”

“I’ll wait for you to be over and then I’ll do it. Don’t worry about it.”

He nodded and the continued drying his body. “I still don’t know what happened with that.”

“Maybe the clock failed?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe. Anyway, thank you.” He handed you the towel. “I have to continue with work.”

“Yeah!” You quickly nodded. “You go.” You watched how he turned around letting you have a perfect veiw of his back, which made you feel like when you saw his torso naked without any warning. You looked away once he left the bathroom and slapped your forehead with the palm of your hand, already overthinking everything you just did.

As soon as you were finished you walked towards the living room to check on Lily who was now finishing the movie just one more time. You grabbed your phone from your pocket to see the time and realized it was lunch time, so trying to focus every thought of Lily, you called her so she would follow you into the kitchen. You grabbed everything that was on the refrigerator like Mrs. Johnson has told you while your mind was making the recipe for Lily’s meal. You were trying so hard to keep your mind focus and not thing of the cute guy that was still working on the front yard, a couple of steps away from you.

“Did you really fell for Hans because I didn’t. It was pretty obvious.” Lily said while watching you prepare her lunch.

“You think? I didn’t see it coming.”

“I didn’t like Hans since the beginning.” Lily nodded proudly of herself.

“You didn’t? I thought he was really cute and charming, maybe that what’s wrong with princes.” As soon as you said that, a thought came into your head. You stayed still like everything in your life just made sense and you understood it in that exact moment. “And maybe that’s why I like the boys I like.” You continued, talking more to your lard than to Lily. “They’re charming and sweet, but then they forget about your face even if you’re wearing a tiny mask, or they kiss you without even consenting it.” You were saying while your head was inside the refrigerator, looking for the mayonnaise to complete Lily’s lunch. “Or they even think because they have money we will automatically fall for them!” The moment that you said that you realized that you were babbling all to yourself about boys while Lily was listening to you, so you turned around shaking all your thoughts away. “Anyway-” you were about to change the subject but when you opened the water from the kitchen sink it all exploded and went all over your face and clothes. “WHAT THE HELL?” You yelled putting your hand in front of your face to prevent the water hitting your eyes.

“I’ll call JJ!” Lily said once she noticed the water wasn’t stopping.

“What- no! I got this!” You tried to stop her but it was too late, she was already out of your sight. “What’s the fucking problem with water today?” You asked trying to turn the water off, but no matter what you did with the switch, it wasn’t stopping.

“What happened?!” You heard JJ asking once he arrived next to you.

“I turned it on and it went crazy!” You turned around to see the water all over the floor. JJ kneeled down and opened the doors down the sink and just like before, stopped the water. You let your hands rest beside your body and let out an annoyed sigh at the feeling of sticky and wet clothes against your skin.

“Just like before?” JJ asked getting up to lock eyes with you.

You nodded. “Yeah. I think the thingy is broken.” You pointed at the sink looking at it confused but when you heard JJ let out a tiny laugh, you turned to him. “What?”

“The thingy?”

“Yeah, where the water comes out.”

JJ nodded still with a funny smile on his face. “Do you know how to fix it?”

“Do you?”

“Dad has tools!” Lily yelled, appearing on the conversation for the first time. You turned to her and she had a big smile on her face while her fingers were playing with each other. “Maybe Y/n can show you where they are?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded remembering the time you helped Mr. Johnson fix something for Lily. “I think they’re next to the bathroom. C’mon.” You said looking at JJ but then you turned to Lily. “While we repair that finish your lunch.”

She quickly nodded before you left her behind. “Ok!”

Even if you had JJ behind you, you felt his eyes on you as you were walking. Maybe they weren’t on you, but somehow, your mind had convince you they were making you feel uncomfortable under them. You were hearing his steps behind you, they were so close you could feel the air he was pushing with his arms while walking. The hallway was darker as usual since having JJ in your mind you forgot to turn on the light, but you knew the house like the palm of your hand.

“I think this is the room- yes it is!” You said entering the room next to the bathroom. “Tools tools tools...”

“Here.” JJ said behind you while grabbing a big dark brown box.

“Oh, ok. Better get that thing fixed so you can get back to work.” JJ nodded so you walked to the now closed door. You looked at it confused since you didn’t remember closing it. “What? Did you close the door?”

“No I didn’t.” JJ said.

“Then why the hell is it closed?” You asked before grabbing the handle, but it wasn’t opening. “And locked?!” Your heart dropped to your stomach the moment you realized you were locked and Lily was outside alone. “Oh my god, Lily? Can you open the door please? Lily?!”

Your heart started to beat faster but then, luckily, she spoke from the other side. “Are you guys locked?”

“Yeah! Can you open it from the outside?”

“I don’t know!”

“Can you check sweetie?”

“She’s a six year old? What can she do?” JJ asked behind you not faced by the situation at all.

“Well? Do you have any ideas genius? Lily is out there on her own!”

JJ lifted the box of the tools and let out a grin. “We have tools?”

“You can’t use them! Do you want to break the door?!”

“Do you want to get stuck in here until Mrs. Johnson comes back? Because I don’t think she’ll be happy to know that you left the little girl outside all by herself.” You let out a tiny sigh when JJ used the same tactic you used on him moments ago. You hated when they were used against you.

“Lily, are you still there?” You asked turning to face the door.

“Yeah. Are you two fighting in there?” She asked softly.

“No, sweetie, why would you think that?”

“I don’t know...”

“Do you want me to break the door then?” JJ asked lifting his eyebrow.

“Maybe you can do something without breaking it?”

“I’ll try. But I’m not a magician.” He said getting closer to the door to grab the handle. You noticed he put a lot of strength in it, but you didn’t understand what he was doing. “I think I got it, but I need your help.”

“What do you want me to do?” You walked to stand next to him.

“Grab the handle and pull it really hard when I say so.” You did as he told you and then looked at him, waiting for his words. “Ready?” You nodded. “Go!”

You pulled the handle with all your strength just like JJ told you while JJ was pushing the door to open, and before you could think of something else the door opened. You and JJ had so much strength into it, that the sudden movement of the door opening, made you two lose balance. JJ tried to grab your waist and prevent you from falling, but it didn’t work since your body was already half way to the floor, it only managed to turn you around by twisting you from your waist and not fall on your face. Once your back hit the floor, you felt a body algo hitting yours.

You opened your eyes once the pain in your back passed enough for you to move, to see some blue eyes staring at you. JJ’s face was so close to yours that you were feeling his heavy breathing against your skin. You felt like his eyes were casting a spell on you since you felt like you couldn’t move, and not because you had his body on top of yours. Even if would be normal for you to feel crushed under a body, you weren’t feeling his. You were so lost in his eyes that you forgot everything around you, it was just him and his breathing gently hitting your face.

“Guys-” Lily said softly next to you. That made you return to the moment and realize in the position you two were. He quickly got up and walked back nervously, like he didn’t know what just happened either.

“Lily! Are you alright?” You walked towards her and hugged her body.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She broke the hug to look at JJ, who was still standing in the corner nervously. “You two looked like Anna and Kristoff there.”

“What’s that?” You asked quickly, feeling your cheeks getting hot.

“Yeah, when they looked at each other. With so much looooove.” Lily said and then let out a silly laugh. You wanted the floor to eat you and throw you whatever it wanted, as long as it wasn’t there. Silence surrounded the hallway for a couple of seconds while you were trying to think of something to change the subject and pretend that what just happened, didn’t. But JJ spoke before you.

“Maybe I should get back to work.” He said and you nodded.

“Maybe you should.” The second you said that, he quickly walked passed your body to leave you and Lily behind. You watched his back and noticed he was looking down, maybe you weren’t the only one who got embarrassed. But what did happen?

The moment that you two locked eyes with each other you felt like there was nothing else around you, like you were melting under his eyes. You never felt something like that, and you never wanted to do it again. So lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realize Lily has taken you to the living room to play with some of her new toys. You were hearing her voice talk but non of her words were entering your body. You tried to keep your eyes on the toys but the second that you looked up, your eyes met with his. He quickly looked down and walked away, leaving your sight from the window. You sighed, disappointed.

It wasn’t that you wanted to stare at him... well, maybe it was. But you didn’t want to distract yourself from your work and taking care of Lily, the girl that had to be your number one throught until you left the house. So erasing your unwanted thoughts, you focused your mind into Lily’s game, who seemed to be super invested in.

“Barbie and Ken are going to get married tomorrow, I already planned everything.” Lily was saying the second your mind started to pick up her words. “I’m so excited!”

“I’m pretty sure Barbie and Ken are as well!” You said with a smile, playing along with her.

After a couple of minutes playing with Lily you were glad JJ wasn’t consuming your brain, playing with Lily did helped you get your thoughts straight and focus on what was important. It all seemed to be going back to normal, you weren’t thinking of what happened earlier, Lily and her funny game with her Barbies were definitely making you laugh, and the clock was getting closer to the end of the day, so you were definitely going back to your normal self, until you heard some steps getting inside the house.

“Hey, can I have another glass of water?” JJ asked standing next to the door. You looked up and him and slowly nodded, not opening your mouth. Without giving the opportunity to anything else to happen, you got up from where you were and walked to the kitchen. You heard the door closing and you sighed, glad that JJ didn’t followed you to the kitchen. You didn’t want to talk to him, you knew you were going to be your awkward self and probably embarrass yourself like you usually do, so better to avoid him and forget he even excited... if that’s even possible. You looked at the glass of water that you had now on your hand and stared at it for a couple of seconds. You didn’t want to go out and give it to him, so a better idea came into your head.

“Hey, sweetie,” you called Lily and seconds later she was in front of you with an innocent smile on her face. “can you take this to JJ?” She nodded and grabbed the glass of water before leaving the kitchen behind.

While waiting for her to come back, you closed your eyes when the last time you had JJ in front of you came back to your mind. Well, on top of you is the better choice for words. Your heart dropped to your stomach and the memory slowly came back to your eyes and the feeling of his breathing against your face. Not wanting to have that on your mind, you slapped yourself on the forehead with the palm of your hand. But that didn’t work at all, and what you saw when you opened your eyes didn’t help either.

“Hi.” He said while standing next to the kitchen entrance.

“Hi.” You said, surprised he was inside the house.

“My water?” He asked looking to your hand and noticing they weren’t holding anything.

You furrowed your eyebrows confused, trying to not think you telling Lily about JJ’s water was all your mind playing tricks on you. “I just sent Lily with a glass of water for you.”

“She said that you had it here.”

“What? Lily?” You called her but there was no response. “Lily!” You walked to the living room but she wasn’t there. Feeling your heart beating faster you walked outside hoping she was there. Once your eyes went over the entire front yard while your heart was slowly beating faster passing the seconds, your eyes finally landed on Lily, but that didn’t calmed you down, since she was standing right next to the pool. “What are you doing?”

“I want to take a swim!” She yelled once you started to walk towards her, followed by JJ.

“You don’t know how to swim! Your mom doesn’t let you in if she’s not here! Come back!”

“But I want to swim!”

“Lily you can’t! I’m pretty sure you will when your mom comes home.” You said but Lily didn’t respond you, instead she turned towards the pool. “Lily?” The moment she lifted her foot your heart dropped to your stomach. Your eyes followed her body falling inside the pool once she jumped and threw some water drops into the air, you saw it all like it happened in slow motion. “Lily!” You yelled like you never did before. You started running towards her ready to jump and grab her, but JJ being faster than you, with quick moves took off his boots and jumped into the pool.

Once inside, the water was making it difficult for you to fully see their movements. That was making your hands sweat and your heart to beat faster, it felt like it was going to jump out of your body. But then, you saw JJ’s head above the water, followed by Lily’s.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” You yelled once JJ left Lily’s body outside the pool. “Oh my god, you almost gave me a heart attack!” You patted her back while she was getting all the water outside from her body. You felt your heart getting heavy and slowing its speed while your breathing was letting out relief breaths.

“I’m sorry.” Lily said, once she stopped cuffing.

“Why- why would you do that Lily? You know you can’t swim!”

Lily looked up and JJ, who was breathing heavily with his body covered in water and his clothes sticking to his skin, but then she went back to looking at the floor. “I wanted- I wanted to be Anna.”

“What?” You asked confused.

“And I wanted JJ to be Kristoff.” As soon as she said those words you locked eyes with JJ, who seemed to understand the same thing as you on the same moment. Lily wanted to have a love like the characters of her favorite movie.

“Oh... Sweetie,” you kneeled down to be closer to her face. “And you thought that jumping into the pool when you can’t swim was going to make JJ your Kristoff because you wanted him to save you?”

She slowly nodded. “Yeah. And I- I also turned on the water earlier.”

“What?” You and JJ asked at the same time.

“The water for the grass- I did it.”

“Why?” JJ asked once you got up.

“And I broke the water tap. And I locked you two in the closet.” You opened your mouth surprised before looking at JJ, who was just as surprised as you.

“How?” He asked.

“Why would you do that?”

Lily shrugged her shoulders and that made JJ let out a tiny laugh while shaking his head.

“At least we know the house isn’t haunted.” He said, turning the conversation into something funny.

“You little devil.” You said, after letting the funny in the situation hit you.

“Are you gonna tell my mom?” Lily asked softly once she locked eyes with you.

“Lily, do you promise you won’t do it again?”

She quickly nodded with a smile. “I do.”

“Then this will be out little secret.”

“Thank you Y/n!” For the first time during those long hours, you felt like there was nothing else that could go wrong. You didn’t felt uncomfortable under JJ’s eyes, Lily was completely fine and JJ didn’t seem to bother that a little girl almost drowned for him... it all felt just alright. “And you calling JJ a major babe will be our little secret too!” Lily yelled and quickly added, noticing your cheeks go red and JJ letting out a grin once he locked eyes with you. “Oh, sorry.” Lily said softly.

“Shit.”

Well... it had to happen, just another thing going completely wrong.

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cherryjuicegf · 3 years

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for @toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account look hannah they hold hands <3

She’s been standing still for two minutes.

Still, right beside the door, she has barely taken any steps inside the room. Barely made any sound. She has only closed the door behind her, and that with the faintest of sounds she could manage, because she can’t afford any louder torture in her ears. She can’t, and neither can he.

Strange, she thinks. She wants to laugh. Her presence had always been loud enough.

Yet she’s standing still, two minutes already since she entered the room and she hasn’t received a single glance. A flinch, of the ones that make her heart shatter in her chest, and she hates to think about the reason why. Not even a sign, something showing the acknowledgement of her standing there, forever waiting for something she doubts will ever come.

She never thought being ignored would evoke any emotion other than rage.

He’s staring out of the window. From the haunted look in his eyes, she suspects his view is entirely different than hers. There’s a sheet of paper laid on the table before him, and a pen, waiting, almost dusty from the neglect of what feels like centuries but it’s actually a few hours. If she looks closer, she will discern smudges on the paper, half-finished words that echo like screams, or like being interrupted by a scream. She wonders how many times his words died in his throat, to be replaced by hollow wails. His hands, grasping at the fabric of his shirt, knuckles turning white as they clench and grip, fingers trembling with pain, the same one that drips like poison from his stare, is enough of an answer. Too many times.

She takes a shuddering breath.

“Jaskier.”

He flinches. Of course. He hasn’t even noticed that she’s been waiting there. Or that the sun has set. Or that his fingers are close to ripping his shirt to shreds. Of course. He flinches, and turns around to look at her, and she wishes she could actually say he’s looking at her and not at a ghost, or a shadow, or a mocking figure belonging to the past. She chases his eyes with hers, feeling almost ashamed that she wants, no, needs to hold his gaze.

She will some day. But she fears that day won’t come soon at all.

Finally, his grip on the shirt relaxes, leaving it crumpled, and it’s terribly similar to the way she had found him lying there, moments before he was torn apart. Not so long ago.

He stares at her then, an old, familiar light in his eyes. Comforting. His lips twitch unpleasantly. “Oh, Yennefer.” His voice sounds distant. Less than it did. Still. More than it ever should. Yennefer has a feeling that’s what necromancers are used to hearing. She raises an eyebrow, as if in desperate self-defence, but the sudden shadow that covers his eyes as realization dawns on him almost makes her curse herself. “Have you been standing there for…” he swallows, a hint of apology in his tone, “long?”

She hates it. Hates how her chest aches. But this is no time to show it and she hopes it never will be. She shakes her head, her lips curving into something close to a smile. “It doesn’t matter.” Then, as though to ease the pain, as though she doesn’t know the answer, she nods at the forgotten sheet. “Did you write anything?”

Jaskier smiles in a way that almost reminds her of what had been. And oh, how she craves that time. “Care to be educated on versification, witch?” He raises an eyebrow, teasing. The bastard. “By me?”

Yennefer grimaces in return, as if completing a performance of mutual fakeness. “Don’t flatter yourself, bard. I’m only asking if the sheet I gave you is wasted. On the other hand,” she tilts her head, smug, “your useless smudges are less of a waste than your words.”

A huff, humourless. And then silence. She wishes it felt like a win. Only that, this time, Jaskier continues to stare at her and his eyes are screaming with something close to a plea, as though begging for a salvation that would never come.

She would be tired of saving him, if she could. The fact that she can’t makes her heart flutter in a way that makes her knees aching to give in.

Her eyes fly to a waiting lute case, patient beside the bed, and suddenly she craves to hear the sound of the lute strings again, in a melodic deceit from the present. They hadn’t been touched since she fixed them. Two weeks. Maybe three. She has lost count, and doubts Jaskier has cared to keep any record for a long time.

Still.

Slowly, she approaches the bed, and lifts the case from the floor. With the corner of her eye she glances at Jaskier standing up, probably to say he’s done something all day, or prove that he can. He can’t. She knows too well now.

The lute feels heavy in her hands, the weight of past melodies, and Jaskier is staring at her in confusion. Or hope. Or despair. She’s tired of guessing wrong. Only this feels right anymore.

“Here,” she says and gives him the lute, and it feels like giving away her heart. And he takes it.

His hands are trembling.

She remembers them. The hands. Bloody, and broken, fingers in the wrong place, shaking with pain and terror and every scream he had yet to utter, unable to, only whispering, Yennefer, my hands, please, they did, they broke, please, Yen, my hands, please, please, and laughing, and shaking, and clinging and laughing and she’d seen worse, far worse, but then again she hadn’t.

She remembers them, and remembers how they were before. And now, resting on the strings, they’re close, so close to what had been, and yet so far away. He stares at the lute, a foreign touch, and then raises his head to look at her, eyes wide in hopeful despair. “You think…” he clears his voice as though to hide the pain, “you think I can play?”

A deep breath. Yennefer lets herself smile, bittersweet. Somehow it feels right. “I think you should try.”

He does.

He sits on the bed, and strokes the strings, and his eyes well at the sound. Hers too. But she doesn’t admit it. She only sits beside him.

And then there’s a melody, one she doesn’t remember existing, and his voice is still rough and strained, but when he starts singing, something inside her settles. He’s looking at her.

They’re tender, the words. Speaking of a love found again, a sad story. Longing, and a dark-haired lady appearing through the darkness. Of a long-craved comfort. It feels familiar more than it sounds. No, it sounds like a song to be sung in great halls, to make the audiences weep and rise from their seats in applause, a promise to be heard throughout every cold winter breeze. But it feels like a hug.

And when suddenly the music stops, and Jaskier winces, Yennefer thinks it’s been too long since any of them had that comfort. So she places the lute aside and takes his hands in hers, just like then, only that now they’re not broken, but gentle and warm and, as he lets her hold them, and gazes at her, they’re grateful. She holds them, fingers softly working through the knots of freshly healed wounds, trying to cover up their memory with a caring touch. She holds them, and he’s looking at her, giving himself away freely, for once, and the ever present shadow seems to lift from his eyes, as though he’s staring at the sun after a long time.

And even when she’s finished mending, she still holds them. And meets his gaze. And there, fingers entwining and eyes locking together, it feels like puzzle pieces finally put into place.

#look at me feeding off the mere chance of crumbs #the witcher #yennskier #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier #yennefer x jaskier #yenskier #chrysa writes #fic recs #hurt/comfort #<2k #i'd like to inform you that if they indeed break his hands i will lose it <3 #also remember the yen song... yeah #past hand injury

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tommyhardyx · 3 years

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Mr Solomons - Chapter Five

** Updated Version **

Pairing: Modern!Alfie Solomons Word Count: 4.4K Summary: It's finally time for your date with Alfie. Warnings: smut, swearing Note: And here we go it's time for the first date! I hope you enjoy and please let me know if you do!

Ever since you agreed to the date with Alfie you’ve struggled to keep the man out of your mind.

The days leading up to Saturday begin to drag, work becomes boring and repetitive as you spend your days researching an upcoming article, and you find yourself constantly checking the clock hoping it’s getting closer and closer to the weekend so you can finally put all your focus into Alfie.

At coffee, with friends, you tune out unintentionally, your mind always going back to him. You had spoken to him a couple of more times since he asked you out, trying to coax the meaning behind why you need a leather jacket to go out to dinner with him but he never breaks, never gives you anything more to go on than ‘just trust me, you’ll need it’.

When Saturday finally rolls around, the mixture of excitement and anxiety for the night ahead wakes you earlier than intended and after a morning spent pacing around the house with nothing better to do than think about what might come from tonight Nancy finally has enough, dragging you out to your favourite coffee shop to take your mind off Alfie, refusing to address any mention of him and for the first time since you said yes you find yourself distracted, Alfie banished from your mind finally.

By the time you get home it’s late enough to start getting ready, Nancy blasts loud music to get you in a good mood while she helps you decide on your outfit for the night, helping with your makeup and hair, keeping you smiling and laughing until it’s only a few minutes to 7. She gives you one last tight hug before sending you out the door, a smile of luck and an encouragement not to come home tonight.

Waiting on the pavement outside your building, butterflies flying up a storm in your stomach, a smile pushes its way onto your face as the reason for Alfie’s confusing text asking you to wear a leather jacket finally makes sense.

He pulls up to the curb right in front of you, the motorbike he sits on loud enough to drown out your thoughts of worry as he turns off the engine and pulls off his helmet grinning at you, his eyebrows lifting as he looks over you.

“You look incredible,” he says, taking a moment to look over your body. “You ever ridden one of these?”

You shake your head as he offers a second helmet to you, his smile a comfort as you reach out a hesitant hand to take the helmet.

“All you gotta do, yeah, is hold on tight.”

Slipping the helmet over your hair, praying it won’t mess it up too much after all the time you and Nancy spent on it, you ease yourself onto the bike behind Alfie, your arms immediately slipping around his waist as you push your body against his back.

“Good to go?” he asks, and you nod. He must notice your anxiety, his hand moving to squeeze one of your own gently “Don’t worry love, I won’t let you get hurt yeah?”

Nodding slightly you rest your head against his back and say quietly. “I trust you.”

Your hands grip each other as Alfie revs the engine, your stomach doing a little flip as he pulls out onto the road and you swear you hear him chuckle when your arms tighten around his body.

It’s surprisingly easy to distract yourself from your fear as you focus on the feel of Alfie’s body beneath your arms, feeling his muscled torso this close to you has you thinking less about the possibility of crashing and more about what he might look like without his shirt off.

You’re so distracted by your thoughts that you don’t realise at first that you’ve slowed to a stop, and that Alfie has cut the engine until he speaks.

“So, how was that?”

It takes a minute for the question to sink in, and you’re sure he knows what has got you so distracted by the smirk on his face. He swings himself off the bike, waiting for you to take your helmet off to hold a hand out to you.

“Not as bad as I thought,” you admit, taking his offered hand as he helps you off the bike. “Still terrifying though.”

“Told ya I wouldn’t let you get hurt,” he says with a wink.

You smile up at him, enjoying the feeling of his large hand holding yours so much that you squeeze it tight when he tries to pull away, his smile mirroring yours at the motion.

“Right, well we’re in here,” he explains, pointing to a Jewish restaurant in front of you. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all! You’ll have to tell me what’s good though, I haven’t eaten much Jewish food before,” you admit.

He nods, holding the door open for you. “I can do that.”

The inside of the restaurant is small, cozy even, setting you at ease as a waiter guides you to your table and Alfie holds your chair out for you.

Both of you hang your leather jackets over the back of your chairs, Alfie’s outfit underneath finally showing itself properly. The crisp white shirt, combined with the black slacks and vest is a good look for him. He has the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, giving you a glimpse at some of the tattoos that litter his skin.

Alfie helps as you read through the menu, pointing out some of his favourite dishes always with little anecdotes of his mother making them for him when he was young, his love for her clear every time he speaks about her.

As your food is placed in front of you, you give him a look.

“I’m putting my trust in you, if I don’t like this it’s your fault,” you tease and he gives you one of his wide grins.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to make it up to ya if you don’t,” he promises with a wink.

“I’m holding you to that,” you tell him, pointing your fork at him before taking your first bite.

The food is delicious, the slight moan you let out on purpose causing a smirk to spread onto Alfie’s face and you’re sure you notice his tongue flick across his lips.

“Alright then?”

“It’s incredible,” you mutter, digging into the dish once again and enjoying the way Alfie smiles at you as you eat.

The conversation flows as the meal goes on, your nerves disappear the more he asks about your life and your family,

As dinner comes to an end and the two of you make your way back outside to his bike you realise you don’t want the night to end quite yet, though to come out and just say you’d like to go back to his place might sound a little desperate. He hands your helmet to you, the question on his lips as he intently looks you over, looking for any sign you might want to get out of this now.

“Do you want to come back to my place for a bit? I’m sure Cyril would like to see you again,” he says, the offer of his dog making the offer sound a little less like all he wants is to get you into bed.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you almost whisper, slipping the helmet back on.

When you reach Alfie’s building, you have to make an effort not to allow your jaw to hang open. The massive brick building looks to be an old factory that has been converted into flats, and approaching the large brown metal door, you wait a step behind Alfie as he types in the code for the door.

“This is where you live?” you ask, and Alife smirks as he opens the door for you.

“It is,” he says, following you inside and guiding you through the foyer to wait by the elevator with a hand resting on your lower back.

Built into the exposed brick wall beside the elevator is a bench lined with red velvet and you sink into it while looking around the room, glad to get off your feet for a moment.

“This place is incredible,” you tell him, looking around in an attempt to take everything in.

Alfie watches you, one hand in his pocket while he twists one of his rings around his finger.

“Used to be a piano factory in the 1800s, then a photography space, and now apartments. I was one of the first to buy ‘ere. It’s close to the distillery and big enough for Cyril not to feel cramped,” he explains.

The elevator door opens, and he holds out a hand that you happily take as he helps you off the bench and into the elevator, your feet still burning from your shoes.

“Oh well Cyril is of course the most important,” you say, grinning at the man.

Inside the apartment you can’t help but look around in wonder, the place is huge with a gorgeous open kitchen and massive curved sofa facing a wall of bookshelves with a large TV in the middle. Just like the foyer the apartment is filled with exposed brick walls, and metal, all to great effect.

You’re so preoccupied with the apartment you almost miss the thumping sound of heavy paws on the wooden floors.

“Hello Cyril,” you say as the dog comes running over, his tail wagging madly behind him and Alfie holds onto the dog’s collar to keep him from tackling you to the ground. You reach to scratch behind the dog’s ears, smiling at the way he leans into your touch.

“Think he missed ya,” Alfie says, squatting down to the dog’s level.

Watching Alfie with Cyril never fails to make you smile, the man’s face lighting up at the mere sight of his dog, his chuckle making your stomach flip in the best possible way as he scratches under the dog’s chin.

“How’re you doin’ mate?”

You make your way to a wall of framed photos, there’s one of a woman you assume is Alfie’s mother holding a young boy which could be no one but Alfie himself in her arms, another more recent photo of Alfie and Ollie outside the distillery, and another of Alfie with his arm around a girl that must be his sister.

“Is this Hannah?” you ask as Alfie comes to stand by your side.

“Hm? Yeah, that’s her, made me take that photo with her,” he admits, running a hand over his beard.

“What’s she like?”

“She’s brilliant. Fucking smart, don’t know where she got that from, she’s an engineer. She’s also a pain in my arse, but I love her,” he explains, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I’d love to meet her someday,” you say as you turn to the photo of him and Ollie. “When was this taken?”

“Day we opened the distillery. Fuck, I was terrified that day, had no fucking clue if we would fail or succeed. Ollie kept me from panicking. Yeah, he kept me calm. He’s good at that,” he explains.

He rubs a hand over the back of his head, a move that almost seems like nerves as he keeps his gaze on the photo in front of him.

“He encouraged me to ask you out, so if this goes well expect him to never fucking shut up about it,” he mutters, making you laugh.

The two of you make your way to the couch, the conversation flowing long enough that Cyril gets bored with the lack of attention and goes off to occupy himself some other way and you find yourself moving closer to Alfie, his arm resting along the top of the couch just beside your head.

As the two of you continue to talk, your eyes move from his face down his toned body and you begin to wonder just what he looks like underneath those clothes.

Alfie’s hand settles on your hip, his face mere inches from your own so close you can feel his warm breath on your skin. His eyes search your face, moving from your eyes down to your lips and your heart pounds with anticipation as you wait for him to make his move.

“Are you going to kiss me or stare at me all night?” you whisper.

He grins, his free hand reaching to cup your cheek as he finally presses his plump lips against your own. Your hands move slowly up his chest, fingers grasping the material of his shirt.

“Finally,” you whisper, mouth breaking into a grin as he rests his forehead against yours.

Alfie matches your grin, his hands settling firmly on your hips as he lifts you with ease, settling you onto his lap as his lips find yours again his tongue slipping into your mouth tangling with your own.

Your hands move up his muscular arms, the feeling of them beneath your fingers making you groan into his mouth.

“Let’s move to the bedroom yeah?” he asks, voice gruff as his lips press along your jaw.

“Yes,” is your breathless response, your fingers tangling in his hair as he stands, your legs wrapping around his waist.

His hands find your backside, squeezing the skin as he carries you to his bedroom, kicking the door closed before Cyril can find you and follow you in.

Alfie sets you down on your feet and you immediately reach for the buttons on his vest, desperate to see the body you’d felt beneath his clothes on his bike. You manage to get the vest off, pushing it down his arms and immediately do the same to his shirt, grinning at the sight of his muscular, tattoo-covered chest.

“See something you like?”

“I do indeed,” you tell him, reaching up to kiss his lips as your hands find the buckle on his belt, easily getting it open before unbuttoning his trousers and shoving them down his hips.

“Right, your turn then,” he says.

His hands are rough as he pulls off your clothes, the outfit you’d painstakingly picked out for tonight mixing with his own discarded on the floor.

Alfie groans at the sight of you in just your black lace underwear, and when you reach to hook your fingers in the waistband his hand is quick to cover your own.

“Leave ‘em on,” he mutters, his lips finding yours once again as he pulls your body against his.

His hands roam over your back, moving down to your lace covered backside, fingers digging into the skin as he lifts you up and carries you over to the bed, dropping you onto your knees.

Alfie watches, hungry expression on his face as you lie back against the mattress, your legs opening to give him a view that makes his cock twitch, but he ignores it as he climbs onto the bed, hands reaching for your legs as he pulls you closer to him.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathes, hooking your legs onto his shoulders.

His lips press a trail of kisses down the inside of your thighs, his beard brushing softly against your skin as his fingers brush along the lace of your panties, hooking a finger along the strip of material hiding your slit from view.

A gasp leaves your lips as his tongue first runs along your slit, flicking against your clit. He clearly knows what he’s doing, he’s well practised and you both know it so you let your head fall back and enjoy it, his tongue feeling incredible against the most sensitive part of you.

Your grip in his hair tightens as you feel your orgasm impending, his tongue working you faster as you move your hips rubbing yourself against his face.

The moan that escapes your lips as your orgasm crashes over you is louder than any you’ve let out during sex, and your fingers grasp his hair tighter as you come down from your high.

“Fuck,” you mumble, head tipped back as Alfie pulls away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand watching you with a grin your grasp on his hair finally relaxing.

“Alright, there love?”

You groan, looking down at him and rolling your eyes at the smug grin on his face as he takes hold of the black lace between his teeth and slowly pulls them down your legs.

Discarding them, Alfie kisses his way up your body and once he’s close enough, you take his face in your hands, pulling him closer so you can kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips as his hands find your waist.

“You have condoms?” you whisper against his lips.

“In the drawer,” he mutters, pulling away to reach over to fish a condom out of the drawer. He stiffens as you reach down to grasp his already hard cock in your hand swearing as you begin to slowly stroke him.

Alfie settles onto his knees, fumbling with the condom while trying to get it open as you continue you stroke him grinning at how distracted he is with just one hand on his cock.

“Need some help?” you ask, earning a glare from him as he finally tears open the packet.

“Got it,” he mutters, swatting your hand away so he can roll the condom on himself, stroking his cock a few times as you lie back against the pillows, smiling up at him as he watches you, mesmerised by your body.

He lines himself up with you, rubbing himself along your slit as you reach for him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him down closer to you.

“Fuck,” Alfie groans at the same time you let out a gasp as he finally slides into you, his thickness filling you up. He pauses for a minute, his lips finding your own once again and your nails dig into his back as he starts to thrust.

He feels perfect inside of you, much better than previous lovers. The way he holds you as he thrusts into you, his lips kissing every inch of your skin he can reach, your nails scratch paths down his back as you wrap your legs around his waist.

You try to match his pace, moving your hips back into him as he trusts, but soon enough he takes over, and you do nothing but lie there and let him, the feeling of him making your fingers grip him as tight as you can, your toes curl, and your lips unable to say anything other than his name.

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive ball of nerves as you find yourself getting closer to the edge again.

Your lips collide with his as you both find your climax, your tongues tangling together as you moan into his mouth. He continues to thrust until you’re both spent, finally pulling out as he pulls his lips away from yours.

Alfie rests his forehead on your chest as he catches his breath, his hands holding your waist as you run your fingers through his hair, feeling guilty for how hard you pulled on it earlier.

Soon enough he sits up, pressing his lips to yours.

“I’ll be back in just a minute,” he says, his lips brushing yours.

He gets up and you watch his bare arse as he makes his way into the en suite.

Left alone with your thoughts, you sigh as you sink back into the pillows, slipping beneath the blankets as the cool air makes a shiver run through your naked body. This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go, you never do this on the first date, never go this far so quickly. But somehow, with Alfie, it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels right.

Alfie makes his way back into the room and climbs into bed beside you, those big arms reaching towards you to hold you tight against his body and tucking your head in under his chin.

“So you’re a cuddler are you?” you tease, settling into his chest.

“You can’t tell me this ain’t fucking nice,” he says, lips pressing against the top of your head.

It is nice, so nice that you don’t want to leave. But this is only the first date, you never intended to have sex on the first date and now you’re on the verge of already spending the night with him when all you intended for tonight was to have dinner.

You can already imagine the look on Nancy’s face if you come home tomorrow morning, still wearing the outfit you’d worn tonight. The idea of that smug look alone is enough for you to shift so you can kiss him softly.

“I should go,” you whisper against his lips.

“Stay the night,” he mutters, his arms tightening around you as you attempt to pull away. “I’ll cook ya breakfast in the morning.”

“Oh well that changes things,” you tease.

“Just stay.” Alfie’s eyes are drifting shut, his face softening as he holds you a little tighter and while you’re telling yourself to take this slow, that you really should leave and give yourself time to process the night’s events, everything about him is telling you to stay.

Gently you press a kiss to his chest, your hand gently rubbing his side as you settle in against him. His fingers brush softly along your arm and a tired smile stretches across your face.

“Alright, I’ll stay.”

The first thing you notice the following morning is Alfie’s arms still wrapped around you.

It takes you a minute to work out what’s going on, where you are and why arms are holding you against a solid chest, but soon enough the night before comes back to you. Alfie’s promise of breakfast and his tired voice asking you to stay the night brings a smile to your face as you glance up at him.

“Good morning.”

He’s awake but just, his eyes half open, a deep frown on his face as he reaches to rub his eyes with one hand.

“Mornin’,” he mutters, voice deep from sleep.

You press a kiss to his chest, earning a grumble from him as he throws his arm over his eyes to block out the light breaking through the gaps around the edges of the blinds.

“Not a morning person?” you ask, fingers curling in his beard.

“Didn’t I fucking warn you ‘bout that?”

“Nope. It’s cute though,” you tell him, laughing when he grunts in response.

You sit up, pulling out of his grip and glance around the room looking for wherever your clothes ended up last night.

“Third drawer, grab a shirt if you want,” he mutters, pointing to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room.

“Thanks,” you say, leaning in to kiss his cheek before sliding out of the bed.

As you approach the drawers, you hear the sound of scratching on the bedroom door followed by a loud whine. Cyril.

“Fucking hell,” Alfie mutters.

“Where do you keep the dog food? I’ll feed him,” you offer, slipping a grey t-shirt over your head and your underwear back up your legs.

“It’s in the kitchen. Can make yourself a cup of coffee while you’re out there if you want.”

“You want one?”

“I’ll get it when I’m awake,” he mutters, turning over to bury his face in the pillow. When he speaks again, his voice is muffled. “Don’t go making any fucking breakfast, told ya I’d do it.”

Opening the bedroom door, you manage to slip out without letting Cyril in to disturb Alfie and lead the large dog out into the kitchen. You fill up both his food and water dishes before making a cup of coffee, sinking into the couch with it and smiling when Cyril comes to join you, his head resting on your lap.

The morning is quiet, peaceful, as you sip your coffee and gently brush your fingers through the dog’s fur.

Soon enough Alfie emerges from the bedroom, dressed in a matching shirt, his hair a mess atop his head.

“You awake now?” you ask, watching as he makes his way over to you, his frown hidden partially behind a pair of glasses you’ve never seen him wearing before.

“Partially,” he says, stopping to pat Cyril’s head.

“I didn’t know you wear glasses,” you point out, smiling as he leans in to press a kiss to your head.

“I wear contacts when I go out. Too fucking tired this early in the morning to put ‘em in,” he explains, swiping your cup of coffee from your hand and taking a sip.

He twists his face up in disgust, handing the mug back to you as you laugh.

“Fucking sugar. How do you drink it so sweet?”

“It’s because I’m so sweet,” you joke, earning another kiss to the top of your head.

“That’s true. Now, breakfast,” he says, clapping his hands together startling Cyril who quickly lifts his head to see what the noise was. “Relax mate, only me. Pancakes sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. Do you want help?”

“Nope. You keep that pretty arse of yours right there, yeah?”

You grin up at him, angling your chin just right before speaking. “Okay, now come give me a kiss.”

He happily obliges you, leaning down to press his soft lips to yours before heading off towards the kitchen. You watch over the back of the couch as he cooks, looking content as he cooks and you decide to join him.

“Thought I told you to stay over there,” he says as you pull yourself up onto the benchtop.

“I wanted to be a little closer to you,” you tell him.

Alfie grins as he comes to stand between your legs, your hands finding his hips as you bring his face down to yours.

“If they burn them cause you’re fucking distracting me you’re eating the burnt ones,” he mumbles against your lips.

“Worth it.”

He chuckles against you, his chest rumbling with laughter as he presses a kiss to your forehead. With ease he pulls himself from your grip, so he can flip the pancake in the pan.

“Too bad you put your shirt back on, should have left it off,” you comment, grinning at the glare he shoots at you.

“You think so aye?”

You nod, grin widening as he sighs and strips off his shirt, playfully throwing it at you.

“Much better.”

Watching Alfie, his hair a mess, bleary eyes hidden behind his glasses, mouth stretched open in a yawn as he cooks you breakfast, you find yourself yearning for more of this in the future.

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midnightsconspiracy · 3 years

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Her Knight In Shining Armour

Her Knight In Shining Armour - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: You’ve told your daughter stories of the valiant Sir Voight, but what happens when she finally meets her hero

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1518

Requested: Yes!

'Can I get a Voight and singlemom!reader? Maybe she just started working in Intelligence and she has a little girl and her daughter adores Hank? Coworkers to Lovers?'

A/N: This turned out so much better than I imagined. And thank you to the person who requested this who waited till my requests opened again for me to write this.

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You knew the step up from being a beat cop to detective would be difficult, and not just for yourself personally with the extra workload and hours, but also for your little girl. Being away from each other was always difficult enough, and now with the longer, more unpredictable hours of intelligence, it would make it even worse. Since it was just the two of you, spending time together was so important, wanting to make sure she felt loved and cherished, despite her father leaving her to feel otherwise. But it was part of the job and this was an amazing promotional opportunity you had been given, something that you'd been working towards even before you had birthed your daughter. And you knew she would understand, being the most kind and considerate child you'd ever met, but that still didn't seem to make the ache in your heart any better. At least with the extra income you'd be earning you would finally be able to afford the dream holiday that you two had always fantasised about going on, and the smile that would grace her face would make it all worth it.

Once your first day had passed though you no longer felt the nerves you'd had previously, going home to tell Hannah all the child-friendly details you could remember. Her favourite part had been the story of all the people in the district, making up little characters out of everyone based on their positions and personalities. And just like you, her favourite character in the whole adventure seemed to be the valiant knight, Sir Hank Voight. A brave and noble man who would do anything to help protect and serve his kingdom and the people in it.

He had been the most helpful person during your transition upstairs as well, explaining anything you didn't quite understand at your own pace, without sounding rude or condescending. There were many a day where you would stay behind after everyone else had gone, getting him to help you study for the upcoming detective's exam that you were so desperate to pass the first time. And he happily did so, not caring that it ate into his evening, much rather seeing one of his member pass than spend his nights alone. He was just overall the most perfect boss that you could ask for, allowing you to fully immerse yourself into the team and avoid that awkward newbie phase that you so dreaded. And with so much time that you spend together, you hoped he would consider you more than just someone who worked under him, but rather a friend, just as much as you considered him one.

Today's workday had seemed like any other, a murder case where the victim had been no one of notoriety, but despite this, you had still solved it promptly and with the utmost reverence. And now that you were home, in your little happy bubble of playing with Hannah and telling her glamorised stories of the day you'd had, you finally felt relaxed and content with the life that you now led. Entranced in the little bubble of satisfaction you'd created, you hadn't heard the doorbell ring, only being alerted to someone else's presence after Hannah had already let them in. Looking up from your place on the floor, you spotted Hank in the hallway, conversing with an enamoured looking Hannah. Going out to join them, you learned on the pillar that connected the rooms, smiling at your daughter's reaction at meeting her hero in real life, watching as she retold the stories she'd heard a million times before. Although you were slightly angry at her for letting someone into the house without your permission, you would get over it, especially as the person was someone you both liked.

"Hannah, give the man a break will you," you piped up finally, trying to get Hannah to stop babbling and let the man get a word in edgeways. She had obviously been so overwhelmed by his arrival that she hadn't let him explain his reason for the unexpected visit.

"Sorry Mommy," she replied back, coming over to hug your legs and give her infamous puppy dog eyes, just to make sure you were angry at her. Stroking over her hair to assure her you weren't, you turned to your guest, a confused look on your face, wondering just why he'd shown up so late after hours.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your evening, I came bearing news. But, that can wait, I want to know more about Sir Voight." Looking up at you with a cheeky glint in his eye, Hannah came bounding back over to him, continuing on about the stories of the chivalrous knight.

And that's what she had done for the rest of the evening, bringing him into your living room to show him the toys she'd all named after your colleagues. It was a little embarrassing at first, sitting at a distance from the two of them, her exposing all the fables you told her over the weeks. Especially when she started talking about his one, flourishing the story a little in his favour in hopes it would make him like her more. But in reality, it just made you seem like a schoolgirl, telling everyone just how brave and handsome her crush was. Although you hadn't told Hannah those things yourself, it didn't mean you hadn't thought of it in your own head, just admiring him from afar. He was a good man and one that you truly saw yourself with especially after all the time you'd spent together. And the way he was with Hannah only exemplified this, your fantasy of a perfect little family becoming more vivid. When you really thought about it, it seemed a little creepy, imagining him as the man of your house. But in reality, it was only because of the scar Hannah's father had left behind, never allowing you the chance to have a proper family unit.

Time had flown by as you remained in your own head, looking over at the clock to see that Hannah's bedtime had been over an hour ago. Luckily for you, she was tired herself, allowing you easily excuse yourself to bring her up to bed. All the playing and excitement had worn her out completely, and as you went back downstairs to where Hank waited, you remembered why he was here in the first place, some big news.

"Sorry about her, she gets a little over-excited sometimes," you explained nervously, scared he would think of you differently now that he knew of your stories.

"No, no it's ok, it's nice seeing her happy. Plus she tells me your a very good storyteller," he replied, smiling at your nervous disposition, just happy that he was getting to spend extra time with you and finally meet the girl you had talked about so much.

"Yeah, sorry about that, she just wants to know about work sometimes and I don't know how to tell her in a child-friendly manner." Trying to reason with him, you attempted to make yourself look as normal as possible, still thinking he'd assume you were crazy for it.

"I think it cute, plus Sir Voight is pretty impressive," he stated, showing you just how much he didn't mind your storytelling antics.

"I guess he is." And as much as you wanted to hide your little crush on the man, your cheeks gave you away, blushing at his confession.

"Oh and the news, I just got the email this evening, you passed the exam. Congrats Detective Y/LN."

A smile burst across your face as he revealed the good news, you hadn't even expected to pass thinking you'd failed after taking it let alone receive the good news tonight. In your excitement, you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. Because of your sudden movements, he didn't react quick enough, causing you to pull away equally as quickly surprised at your own affections. Once again you'd embarrassed yourself.

"Sorry I didn't m-mean," you said, retracting your arms, making yourself as small as possible. But instead of reacting how you expected him to have, he bought you back into his arms, whispering another congratulation into your ear. At that you moved your arms to circle his neck again, getting lost in the warmth of his affection. Pulling away slightly, he stared into your gaze, a smile playing on his lips.

"You deserve this Y/N, you really do," he said, placing his hand onto your cheek and stroking comfortingly. Leaning forward he finally went to kiss you, pouring out every emotion you'd both had bottled up since you'd met. And neither of you would have stopped if it weren't for the sudden interruption, Hannah appearing at the top of the stairs, captivated that her mother and hero were kissing.

"Are you and Sir Hank finally together now?" She asked, causing both of you to laugh at her sudden question. Looking at each other to confirm the answer, you both came to an agreement, yes, yes you were.

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hacked-by-jake · 3 years

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New Life

Summary: Finally you will move to Duskwood and start a new life. A moving with the help of the chaotic Duskwood Squad and a shamed hacker with the wrong moving box, can it be more beautiful?

Pairing: Group & Fem!MC x Jake

Words: 4,4 k

A/n: Welcome to this OneShot. After a long time something of my own. I dreamed about it and so the idea came. So I hope you’ll like it and have fun. Excuse the mistakes etc etc etc.

Take care and stay healthy! Much love.❤️

4 a.m.

"Shit" you hiss annoyed and look at the stain of coffee on the floor, which was sweped in your haste over the edge of the cup, "My poor coffee".

Because of sorrow you forgot again why you even walked to the door.

You want to make your way to get a cloth when it rings again, "Oh right" you shake your head over your forgetfulness. It’s just too early for you.

Quickly you open the door to your apartment and look in two radiant faces belonging to Dan and Richy, your heroes of the day.

"Good morning" both say at the same time and you would just like to crawl back into bed.

"Good morning guys, come in. Careful not to step on the coffee, he did not deserve it"

Hectically you put your cup next to the door on the small dresser to go to the kitchen and get something to wipe away.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Dan asks you as you come back with quick steps.

"You look tired, haven’t you slept?" Richy asks, grinning, you shake your head.

"Only about half an hour and that was an accident. I didn’t want to sleep," you explain.

"Why?" Richy looks around the almost empty apartment. All that’s left are only the biggest furniture you’ll be taking with you and a lot of moving boxes.

"I had to pack so much stuff and besides I was really excited. Do any of you want coffee? I made more, and I left two more cups outside." You’re offering.

The eyes of both men grow big,"I certainly don’t say no to coffee," Richy jokes and follows you into the kitchen.

"Just take what you need. I still have to pack the rest of my clothes and the stuff from the bathroom" You already ran off only to then make a 180 degree turn, "My cup" you mumble and grab it.

"MC, let’s take it easy, we have all the time in the world," Dan rebukes you and you sighing.

"I’m sorry, I’m probably more excited than I thought," you apologize and drop into the chair at your kitchen table.

"This is normal. You don’t move to a completely strange and creepy city every day," Richy throws in and immediately gets a nasty look from Dan.

"Are you serious?" he asks, "You’re not making it better!"

Richy looks embarrassed in your a little desperate face, "But for that, this will be the coolest time of your life!" he tries to save the situation, "Hey, think about it, the Duskwood Squad is finally completely united in a few hours!"

The prospect of the time you are about to be with your friends, and that always without having to go home, also makes you smile like the two men

"But it’s about time, Shorty, we miss you at our place.

A visit every few months is simply not enough, or just for one night over the weekend. You should have seen the girls the last days, there was no rest"

Dan finds just the right words to calm you down. You’ve waited so long to move to Duskwood, and now it’s finally time. A new phase in your life with a group of good friends that you met during a worst-case similar situation.

Since then, there hasn’t been a day when you haven’t written or spoken on the phone. You’ve played so much Doodle Splash to pass the time for your next visit that you feel like you’ve painted more than Picasso ever did

"You are right! " you agree resolutely, "time for the best time of my life! "

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"I actually thought you had a few less things," Richy stands breathless in your apartment door. Of course, the big things, like your couch, your bed and your desk, were brought into the truck first which Richy borrowed from a friend company for removals.

And now for about 20 minutes you’ve been carrying one box after the other downwards to store it. In between, even one of your neighbors came to help, who actually wanted to go to work but still had a few minutes.

"That’s because the boxes are too small," you joke, and Richy looks at you with a look that clearly says 'You don’t believe that yourself'.

Defending you raise your hands and push with your foot another box over to him, which he can bring down.

About 10 minutes later, in which you had to take out all the boxes again, and put them back in, you put down the last box in your hallway. Behind you, Dan and Richy come up the stairs as you pull the little key to your former apartment out of your pocket and sigh.

"Finish!" Richy cheers and puts an arm around your shoulders, "Are you ready?" Dan asks you and you nod. A little sad, you put the key in the keyhole one last time and lock up.

Dan takes the last box from you and you go down the stairs together. You throw the key into the mailbox as agreed with your landlord and turn around one last time.

Determined not to be sad or rather melancholic, you climb forward into the truck behind Richy while Dan closes the big cargo hatch.

He himself gets into the driver’s seat.

"Let’s go into your new life" he announces solemnly as he starts the engine.

"Into a new life"

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"I wanna be the very best!

Like no one ever was!

To catch them is my real test

To train them is my cause" you all shout the theme music of Pokémon.

Richy has turned on his playlist where all the songs you can only imagine are. You’ve been driving for about an hour and a half.

"POKÉMON!" Richy screams and throws his hand into the air.

"Don’t shout!" Dan grumbles and gives him a annoyed look, "You just screamed too!" the mechanic defends himself and twists his eyes. "I need another coffee, I’m driving to the next rest stop, otherwise I won’t make it for the next two hours," says Dan and you agree.

At the gas station you get yourself a new coffee and a snack. Actually 3 hours are not so much driving, but with the grumpy Dan and the lively Richy, who are two clowns at the same time, it can be exhausting.

After you get back to the truck, and this time Richy drives on, you actually managed to fall asleep after half an hour.

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"Wake up, Shorty" you hear the voice of the bearded man far away, "We are almost there," he explains and you open your eyes. You need a short moment to realize where you are and what’s going on, but then you straighten up. Your head was lying on Dan’s shoulder.

"Sorry" you mumble and stretch as much as possible with so little space." It’s fine. I almost slept myself" he waves off and you just nod. No wonder, the two boys also left at 1 a.m., to be with you in time.

In fact, you can already see that you will reach the entrance of Duskwood in about 5 minutes. You’ve been driving this way so many times, you know the way around, like in your own hometown.

"I’m so glad I don’t have to drive any further," Richy whines and drums with his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that sounds quietly from the radio.

"When the truck is empty, you have to bring it back" Dan reminds him. Without going into the mocking comment, the mechanic turns the radio a little louder.

When the sign 'Welcome to Duskwood' appears in your sight, you start to grin broadly. Nervously you slide back and forth on the seat and bite your lower lip.

Richy crosses the border into the small town with secrets you still have learned to love.

"Welcome to Duskwood" Richy congratulates you and you happily clap your hands.

Welcome new life.

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When you turn into the street where your apartment is, very close to Jessy’s, you almost jump up from your seat. Just the seatbelt holds you back when you see the rest of the group standing outside the door: Jessy, Cleo, Thomas, Lilly and Hannah.

All 5 wave wildly and Richy pushes twice on the horn to greet. As far as the side of the road goes, Richy stops the truck and you quickly unbuckle yourself. You rip the door, and without using the stairs, you jump out of the car, "Leave the door where it belongs!" you hear Richy shout, but you’ve been on your way down for a long time.

"Hello" calls all of you in a choir as a tight and not quite gentle hug with the 4 girls takes place. All at the same time you fall into each other’s arms. Compliments are exchanged and joy about the move announced.

"You pretend you haven’t seen each other for four years!" you hear Richy laugh and roll his eyes. "That’s how it feels," Hannah chuckles next to you.

"Hello MC" Thomas shouts amused and you stretch an arm in the air and waves in an indefinite direction, "Hello Thomas, I don’t know where you stand but HI!"

After you finally broke up from each other, Hannah holds out your new front door key that she kept for you. She was the one who looked for apartments for you on the spot when you couldn’t be here. She took over the visits and took pictures. If it was possible, she took you with her through a video call.

"Congratulations MC, welcome to the family" she smiles.

"Thank you folks, it’s so nice to finally be here!"

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After you have arrived correctly and you have looked at your apartment once again in empty state, you have started to bring everything into the apartment. Now, of course, things are moving much faster with more people.

You’ve built up in the stairwell to the second floor: Dan, Richy, Thomas, Cleo, Lilly, Jessy, Hannah and you.

In a row your carton reaches from person to person and quickly most of it is done. From your apartment comes music that you run via a Bluetooth speaker. Fortunately, you have labeled everything so that after all the boxes are in your apartment, you only have to push them into the right rooms. And then the big things come.

The three of them, Thomas Richy and Dan carry the sofa upstairs.

You just stand by with a slightly nervous face and hope no one gets hurt.

"You have to be careful! The sofa is tipping!" Dan shouts loudly as Richy tries another handle.

"I know! But I don’t want this thing to fall on my foot," Richy hisses. Thomas, who supports the side, only twists his eyes.

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All the important parts are now in your apartment. Now, the truck is empty and ready to be brought back.

"Okay, I’ll bring the truck away, and you start here. I’ll come back when you’re done and I can get the beer I earned," Richy jokes as he takes the key off the kitchen table.

"You get nothing" you call laughing after him, "Oh wait until the man Without Face learns of your sin. To deny a working man his beer is bad!"

Laughing, you shake your head, "I’m waiting for the next new moon."

"How can you always joke about it?" Jessy asks without understanding.

"Well, that’s just relief," you explain and smile at her calmly.

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4 hours, a lot of laughter, bad jokes, quarrels and almost broken furniture later, the most important is on the right place. The bed is built up and ready for the first night in the new apartment, in your new life.

"How’s your thumb, Richy?" Ask the sulking mechanic carefully.

"All right, I can take a lot, I’ll survive," he calms you down and presses the cooling pad more firmly on his finger.

A lot went wrong trying to build your wardrobe. Someone had forgotten a screw when the ceiling was mounted.

The moment Richy tried to hit a nail with a hammer in the lower area, the ceiling came loose and fell down.

Both side walls of the cabinet fell into each other, and Richy accidentally punched hit his thumb. For a few seconds you were all just staring at each other and then laughing. Fortunately, Richy’s injury wasn’t that bad, but you gave him something to cool down with.

And now almost everything is ready. There are only a few boxes missing, but you will take over yourself." Thanks for your great help, guys! Many thanks to Richy and Dan who picked me up and drove so long. And of course, thank you all so much for helping me here!"

You’re all sitting around the table in your living room. You’re sitting next to Jessy on the floor while everyone else is comfortable on the sofa and armchair.

"And again, for the thousandth time today; Welcome to Duskwood MC" Hannah cheers and keeps her beer up. All together you toast.

"I’m so tired," Dan mutters, sipping his drink." Oh yes, so am I," joins Richy and you nod.

"But it was worth it" Lilly smiles and looks around, "And as soon as it’s done, it can only be great!"

"Perfect!" Hannah improves her sister.

"Indescribable" agrees Jessy.

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"See you guys tomorrow!" you call after the group and close the door.

Just a short and quiet moment you close your eyes exhausted. Preferably you just want to go to bed, but first you still want to unpack a little more.

The sound that tells you that you have received a message pulls you out of your mind.

You pull out your phone and smile when you see that it is Jake who wrote to you.

Jake: Hello, MC.

Jake: How did the move go?

MC: Hi, Jake. Pretty good, I’d say, exhausting and stressful, but good.

Jake: Have you finished?

MC: No, not quite, I do the rest myself, the others have done enough.

Jake: Do you like the apartment?

You grin, he has improved his skills for small talk since you met and Hannah return.

MC: Yes, it’s really nice, do you want to come? You can look around.

Hopeful you stare at the screen. It would be really nice to see Jake today.

What this is between you, you don’t know for sure, sometimes it goes ahead and sometimes back. You’ve seen each other a few times since Hannah was rescued. Mostly here in Duskwood.

After a difficult time between the three siblings and still the problem with Jake’s pursuers, everything has improved.

However he did it, he managed to turn all the tracks that linked him to the suspicion so that they no longer point to him. He is still very careful and occasionally travels from town to town for a few weeks but most of the time he is in Duskwood. This is where you first met.

After the first conversation between Hannah, Lilly and Jake and a lot of explanations, the hacker decided to take an apartment here to catch up the time with his sisters. Since then, he has also become a little more open and better in interpersonal relationships.

At some point he was in the vicinity of your old place of residence and then it happened that you have a day to drink coffee. And the next day in your apartment. The beginnings were sometimes a little difficult because of him because he really didn’t talk much, but after some time it became really nice. There was even a kiss. Your first kiss together.

It was on your balcony and it was at night, under the stars. But since then, not much exciting has happened, unfortunately.

Jake: I think I’d just bother you unpacking.

MC: Bullshit, of course not, I could use a little quieter company after the whole group was there :)

Jake: Don’t you want to go to sleep soon? You must be tired.

MC: Jake, don’t make excuses, if you don’t want to, you can just say no, that’s not bad for me. But I promise I’d be happy if you were here.

You watch him start writing and then delete the message.

Jake: I’m on my way :)

Without answering his message, you close your phone and stare at the bare wall facing you for seconds.

Then you can’t stop yourself from doing a little joy dance, "Yess!" you hisses and grins all over your face.

Jake won’t be long before he gets here, so you decide to clean up the empty bottles and candy that are still on the table.

Although it’s only about 10 minutes to wait, it feels like a half an eternity until it finally rings.

Before you open the door, shake all your limbs to loosen up and clear your throat.

Then you open the door.

The hacker, dressed in black as always, stands with a slight smile in your hallway, "Hello MC" he greets you with his melodic voice.

Immediately you get very warm and you try to keep your own smile small, "Hi Jake. Come in" you walk to the side to let him in.

Jake actually knows your apartment already.

Officially, you don’t know anything about this. But off the record, Hannah told you.

You couldn’t handle the handover of the apartment yourself, so Hannah did it for you, and Jake was with her. He had only told her that he was bored and wanted to come along, but when he looked around and said some things like, "MC has enough space here" and "This will be a good place for her" she realized that he just came to make sure the place was nice enough for you.

Nevertheless, he now curiously lets his gaze wander through the now filled apartment.

"When it is done, it will look really nice" he confirms after you have shown him everything, as well as explained the room layout.

"Yes, I think so," you agree and smile.

"What are you going to do next?" he asks, pointing to the boxes in which your clothes are still to be cleared into the closet.

"That’s exactly what" you answer and kick one of the boxes, "You can sit on the bed if you want, while I unpack," you are proposing and tear the tape off the cardboard.

"I can help you if you don’t mind," he offers and you nod, "Sure, if you want"

Cleaning up with the group was really fun, but now with Jake, it’s beautiful. The atmosphere is calm, not stressful or a mess. You talk about everything that comes to mind while Jake keeps holding clothes in front of your face so you can tell him where it belongs.

Two boxes are already empty. In your second one there is still a little bit inside and Jake is also on his way to get a new one. You watch him as he opens the box, only to close it again immediately afterwards. His cheeks turn pure red and his eyes squint nervously at you, "Uhm, I think I’ll take the box first" he mumbles and you can hear the trembling in his voice only too well.

"Why? What’s going on?" you wonder about his reaction.

"Nothing at all, everything okay, here’s another one" he scratches nervously in the neck and does not look at you when talking.

Skeptically you walk over to the box to take a look inside. When you open it, you quickly realize the reason for his shamed behavior.

Your underwear. You decide not to say anything to make it even more unpleasant for him, but you cannot hide the smile on your lips.

For the next few minutes, it’s quiet until it rings at your door. You look at your watch in wonder. It’s just before 9, and you’re not expecting anyone today.

"Be right back," you inform Jake, "And keep your hands off my underwear," as you disappear out the door, you can see him raising his head in a flash, staring at you with big eyes. Laughing you open the door, "Phil?" you ask surprised when you see Jessy’s brother standing there. Phil has also become a good friend of yours, you visited Aurora as a group several times when you were here.

"Hi MC" he greets you, "I hope I’m not interrupting? I actually have to leave right away again, the Aurora is crowded today.I just wanted to stop by and greet you in Duskwood and congratulate you on your move" he smiles his typical charming smile as you hug briefly, "Thanks Phil" you nod grateful. He separates from you and then does not joyfully pull up an eyebrow, he looks behind you and you turn around as well. Jake is standing in the living room and has the same annoyed look as Phil on his face.

"Have fun, you two," Phil grins a little cocky and puts his arms around you again, just quick.

As he disappears down the stairs, he still calls, "We have to do something together in the next few days."

You slowly close the door and turn around with a wide grin to Jake, who still looks dark at the door. Yeah, that Phil and Jake don’t like each other hasn’t changed. On the contrary.

Jake finds Phil is the most unsympathetic person in the world, and Phil thinks he’s better for you than Jake is.

When Jake frees himself from his rigidity, his attention falls on you. You bite your lower lips and put a hand in front your mouth to stop your next words. Even the hacker seems to know what is going on and looks warn, "Don’t say it"

Innocently you raise your eyebrows, "What? I don’t know what you mean, do you mean? -"

"Stop" Jake stops you and heads back to the bedroom.

"What? Shouldn’t I say that you-"

"MC" he threatens.

"Are you jealous?" it bursts out of you and groaning Jake drops his head in the neck, "You really need to say this, don’t you?"

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After you keep teasing Jake with it, you decided to stop for today. You two ordered a pizza and a drink, because you don’t have much here, except for the beer Hannah bought.

You had the TV running quietly but didn’t pay attention to it. Jake asked you what your wishes and hopes are in for your new life, and you talked about the time with the Man Without a Face. Until now, you’ve only talked to him about it. Just a little bit with Hannah but somehow you’re still not ready to deal with all this. The occasional jokes about it will help you soothe your thoughts a little.

During your conversation, you accidentally fell asleep. The hacker didn’t know what to do, he doesn’t want to wake you, but he also doesn’t want to leave without saying anything. After watching you for 20 minutes and thinking about your relationship, he felt weird just looking at you while you're sleeping. So he decided to leave.

However, you seem to have noticed this immediately because the moment he opens the door, your eyes open.

"Wait" you stop him and he looks at you frightened, "If you leave now while I sleep, then I feel like I was a one night stand," you joke and and he grins.

"You’re much more than that," he replies quietly. You raising your upper body, and a little shy, stroking the fluffy pillow on your couch.

"Can you.. can you stay, Jake?" Your voice is quiet, tired and a little nervous, "I feel uncomfortable being here alone the first night," you admit. You had this feeling the first time while you built up the bed. Even though the Man without a face is in prison and you’re safe, you still have this unpleasant ulterior motive.

He seems to think about, but without you telling him, he understands what you’re worried about.

"All right" he sighs and closes the door again.

"You can sleep in the bed, I’ll take the couch," you say and get up to get a blanket and a pillow.

"No, the other way around. You should sleep in your bed, your day was exhausting and you need to rest"

Before this discussion can be extended, you decide to make a short process, "Okay, you have two options now. Either you sleep with me in bed, or we both sleep on the couch. 'Cause I’m not gonna ask you to stay here for me, and then let you sleep there!"

The hacker stops briefly, turns slightly red but then grins, "I don’t have a chance anyway, do I?" he asks.

You shake your head, "Not without a war"

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Luckily, you are in possession of a much too large sweatpants which fits him only narrowly, but fits.

The room is dark and it is completely quiet in the whole apartment. You try to be inconspicuous, and slide a bit towards him. You know he’s not asleep yet, and when he doesn’t try to stop you, you get a whole lot closer.

You hear Jake lifting the blanket, the invitation to come to him entirely.You don’t take your time but slide so close that you can put your head on his chest and he puts an arm around you. Immediately its beautiful smell envelops you and your pulse accelerates many times. Even his heart you hear racing what makes you smile.

"Do you know how many times I dreamed about it?" he whispers into the darkness and your heart makes a leap, "No, but if it was only half as often as I did, then I can imagine it," you answer and a quiet laugh vibrates in his chest.

"Good night, MC, see you tomorrow"

"Good night, Jake," you whisper, and then you feel his lips flapping softly over your forehead, just a touch, like a breeze. But for you, it means the world.

Welcome new life, you mean well with me.

❤️🎭🌹

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