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Just Pretend-Twenty Three

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Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: PHASE II comes to an end! Strap in everyone, PHASE III is going to be a smutty ride. Also, please listen to Just Pretend on a constant loop for this chapter. ESPECIALLY AT THE THIRD PERSON POV SECTION. Then you all will finally understand what I meant about 2:23.

PLEASE READ MY JOLLY TWO PART FIC FIKA BEFORE CONTINUING ON TO CHAPTER-24!

FUCK YOU. EAT SHIT. KILL GOD. DETHRONE.

We are Fallenvvitch. Goodnight.

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JOLLY

As I stood in front of my mirror, I did my best to brush down the stray hairs so it could lay straight with the others. Tonight was important, for some more than others, but regardless, we all wanted to look our best. Noah was more nervous than any of us, only because in his mind he had more to lose.

“What if she doesn't show up?” He asked this morning during breakfast, moving his scrambled eggs around with his fork.

Jesse rubbed his shoulder. “She will, Noah. You have to stop doubting her. She’ll be there tonight.”

My phone went off in my hand and my heart skipped a beat when I peaked at the name.

I hope you have fun at your party tonight. Unfortunately, I’m stuck in bed sick. Had to close down early.

Attached was a picture of what seemed like her bedroom; a television perched up on a black wall with a wide variety of plants around it. She was watching Harry Potter; I immediately noticed which one and what scene.

Not wanting to overthink, I quickly snapped a picture of myself in the mirror before sending it to her.

“Now why are you, out of all people, smiling at your phone?” Nicholas wondered as he leaned against the door frame of my bedroom.

Sliding my phone back into the pocket of my black jeans, I stared at him unamused.

“Oh,” his eyes lit up. “Is it-?”

“Shut up,” I grumbled while gathering up my things.

Nicholas held up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Almost ready?”

“Yeah. How’s Noah?” I wondered while we descended the stairs and came to a halt in the living room.

“He’s okay, I think,” Nicholas sighed while stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Nervous, though. We tried telling him that Y/N will be there but you know him; he won’t believe it until his eyes set on her.”

I nodded. “I’ll talk to him and meet you at the car.”

Making my way towards the master suite which was secluded off the back hallway, I could hear Noah muttering to himself. The privacy of where this bedroom was located was one of the main reasons we let Noah have it. It was on a different floor than the rest of us so when Y/N eventually moved in, they could feel like it was just the two of them.

With a soft knock on his open door, Noah peered up from burning holes into the ground.

“Hey, are you ready?”

He was sitting on the edge of his bed with his phone lying next to him on the bed, the Calm app opened and playing, but his knee continued to bounce at a rapid pace. His once-styled hair was now a disheveled mess thanks to his hands running through it.

Noah motioned to his phone. “I’m listening to the new section of “calming your mind when you feel like you’re going to ruin everything.”

“Is that the real name of the section?” I crossed my arms over my chest

He hesitated. “No”

I pinched my eyes shut with a sigh. “Noah-.”

“I’m fine,” he reassured me by rising to his feet. “I just needed to collect my thoughts.”

“Are you nervous about the release?”

“No,” Noah fidgeted with the silver chain around his wrist. “What if she-.”

I pushed myself off the door and stepped into his bedroom, laying my hands on his shoulders; they were shaking.

“Y/N will be there. She confirmed it with me and Nicholas. Stop worrying, alright? Everything will be fine.”

“I know. I’m excited, trust me. I just want tonight to go right. For the album and Y/N. She deserves a good man, and I want to be that.”

“You are, Noah. Look what you’ve done here,” I motioned to his room. “You set up her vanity, you bought her plants, you bought her cat a fucking cat tree that takes up half the wall in the living room. You’re doing everything right.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Y/N thinks I’m pretty awesome. I am awesome, to be honest,” he chuckled.

“And there he is!” I patted his shoulder. “You didn’t go anywhere. You’re simply trying to navigate the new you with another person. Trust yourself. Trust Y/N.”

With a firm nod, I motioned to his outfit. “Ready to go?”

Noah ran a hand through his hair, still getting used to the short length.

“Yeah, I think so. Do I look okay?”

I peered down at his choice of outfit. It was from the new stack of clothes he bought earlier in the week. A snug black turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, showcasing his tattoos. The black dress pants were snug as well. A simple outfit but enough for Y/N.

“Maybe we should stay at Matt’s or even Malcolm’s place tonight,” I joked.

He rolled his eyes while playfully pushing my shoulder as my phone buzzed in my pocket.

“Oh, did she finally decide to be your date tonight?” Noah tried to peer at my phone.

I turned it away from him. “No, actually she’s home in bed sick.”

He stepped into his closet only to reappear with a pair of shoes in his hand. “We can bring her some soup. Or some of those Swedish desserts she made. Fuck, those were good.”

“Are you ready yet?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “Everyone is waiting on us.”

Noah patted himself down as he went over his mental checklist. “Shit, I need cologne. Two minutes.”

I reread Malcolm's text message as he ran into his adjoined bathroom.

Malcolm: We’ll be a little late. Y/N’s getting ready now but we’ll be there.

Me: See you guys soon.

“Ready?” Noah asked, stepping out of the bathroom.

I nodded while pocketing my phone again. “Yep.”

MALCOLM

“I fucking hate this shit.”

Stepping out of the hallway bathroom, I wandered down the long hallway towards the living room where I noticed Chase standing in front of the mirror next to the front door; an undone tie hanging loosely around his neck.

“Why the fuck do I have to wear a tie?” He grumbled when he saw my reflection in the mirror.

I chuckled before slinking up behind him and gently turning him to face me. “It’s a big night, Chase. The least we can do is dress up for our friends.”

He let out a deep sigh but nodded. “I know. I’m just not a suit and tie kind of guy.”

I paused mid-tying his tie before gazing at his black suit with a red shirt underneath. Tossing the tie onto the couch, I unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, the ink of his chest piece peeking through with the gold chain he wore all the time.

“Babe, I love you,” Chase started. “But we don’t have time for that.”

Ignoring him, I smoothed down the front of his jacket. “Leave the jacket open like this. It looks better.”

He pointed to my burgundy three-piece suit. “You’ve been waiting for a moment to break this one out.”

I snorted while tying my long auburn hair back into a bun. “Damn straight.”

Chase laid a gentle kiss on my lips before he retreated into the kitchen to pop open a Celsius. “Did you text Jolly?”

“Yeah. The plan is still set. We should be getting there before their song plays,” I said.

“Cool.”

Chase nodded but I could tell something else was weighing on him.

“What’s going on?” I asked while sitting against the back of the couch.

“I’m worried about tonight,” he admitted after a long beat. “It’s been a long time coming. After all the bullshit and miscommunication, I just want things to go perfectly. She deserves that.”

“It will, Chase. But it’s not up to us. We can get her there but the rest is on them,” I said.

He ran a tattooed hand over his buzzed head. “I know, I know. How is she doing, anyway?”

“I think she’s okay,” I stuffed my hands in my pockets. “Nervous, though.”

Chase tossed the empty can into the recycling before leaning against the counter, crossing his arms. “Do you think she’ll love what Noah did? With the house and everything?”

“Of course, she will. Noah-.”

“Now what are you two handsome boys talking about?” The clicking of heels against the floor echoed in our apartment.

Both Chase and I turned our attention to her and he let out a low whistle. Y/N stood in front of us, decked out in full nines for tonight. The dress she wore gilded along the floor as she walked farther into the room. There was a long slit on the left side of her dress, showcasing the newest tattoo she got on the last tour with Joe. As she gave us a full 360, we marveled at the low-cut back of the dress that showcased her entire back and the large snake tattoo. With the thin straps, the tattoos on her arms were on full display tonight as well.

“Oh, sweets! Look at you.”

Y/N brushed her palms against the smooth material of her red dress. “Does it look okay? Is it too revealing? I feel like there may be too much boob with this dress and the open back-.”

“Y/N,” I stood straighter. “You look absolutely beautiful. Stunning. Noah will love it; you know how much he loves the color red.”

Chase agreed as he left a soft kiss on the side of her head, careful not to mess up the perfect curls. “He’s gonna pass out the minute he sees you.”

“I don’t think so,” she tried to argue, wringing her hands together.

“Sweets, you are the moon and he's constantly in your orbit. It’s just you two. All the time,” I said while grasping her hands, and holding them to my chest.

Y/N’s gaze darted back and forth between mine, the darkness of her eyeshadow making the color of her eyes pop, and she finally nodded. “Maybe you’re right. I do look good in this.”

“There she is!” Chase hollered while handing over her jacket.

“Fuck the record! You’re gonna be the belle of the ball,” I cheered.

We all shared a laugh but as soon as we were about to leave, Salem came bounding down the hall, the bell of his collar ringing loudly.

“Remind me to ask Noah why he chose the one collar with the loudest bell,” Chase grumbled.

Ignoring him, I watched as Y/N bent down low when Salem brushed himself against her leg; his way of saying goodbye.

“Bye, baby. I’m going to see your dad.” She mused while kissing his head, not caring if she messed up her deep red lipstick.

When Salem meowed, I peered over to Chase, who was already watching the two of them with his own fond smile. I snaked my hand behind his neck to pull him in for a kiss, one that always took our breath away.

“I love you,” I muttered against his lips.

Chase rarely ever smiled, only for me and Y/N, so when he did now my heart fluttered in my chest like it always did.

“I love you too,” he placed another kiss on my lips. “Alright, let’s go. We don’t want the belle being late to her own ball.”

Y/N walked out of the apartment before us however before I could follow, Chase held me back.

“I’ll bet you $5 they meet in the middle of the fucking room like some rom-com.”

I scoffed while patting his chest. “I’ll bet you $5 they start making out 15 minutes in.”

“You’re on.”

We sealed our deal with another kiss before Y/N’s voice rang out in the front yard, the stars and moon casting her in an angelic glow.

“Come on lovebirds! I can’t be late! My prince is waiting!”

THIRD PERSON POV

Y/N smiled politely as she maneuvered her way through the crowd of familiar faces. The House of Blues was packed tonight with people here to support Bad Omens. Their third album was minutes away from being released for the public and for everyone in this room to hear. It was a huge, long-awaited event so they threw this party together for their closest friends and other musicians that were signed to the same label as them.

“Y/N!” A somewhat familiar face beamed with their arms outstretched.

Y/N cursed when she couldn’t remember this girl's name although she did remember they were signed to the same label.

“Hi,” Y/N smiled. “It’s so good to see you-.”

Chase muttered low in her ear. “Reign. Guitarist for Tonight We Sleep.

“Reign!” Y/N nodded.

“I heard Hollow Souls was on tour with nothing, nowhere. How was that?” Reign wondered.

“It was a great time. But we’re thankful to be back home for a few months,” Malcolm answered.

Can you see yourself?

Through the bruises when the makeup melts?

In the dark when all the powers out?

Everybody talks and gets around.

As Malcolm and Chase continued their conversation with Reign, Y/N froze when Noah's melodic voice echoed through the speakers of the venue. The richness of it was something she’d never heard from him. She had only heard two of their new songs so far, this one was new to her. She couldn’t help but feel frozen as she let the beat of the music hit low in her chest.

Across the room, Noah was doing his best to remain professional as someone who was a friend of a friend kept commenting on how wonderful the first song sounded.

“I love what I’ve heard so far!”

Noah nodded with a firm smile. “Thank you. Also, thank you for coming out tonight. Means a lot to me and the rest of the guys.”

After politely excusing himself, he found Jolly off in a different spot of the venue, typing away on his phone.

“Any luck?” He wondered.

Jolly rested a hand on Noah’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “She’ll be here, man. You need to stop stressing out about it and enjoy the party. We made it. We’re finally here after writing this album for the last two years.”

Noah stuffed his hands into the pockets of his black dress pants and nodded while keeping his head down, dark tendrils of hair falling into his face. “I know.”

Only a few feet behind the two men stood Chase and Y/N who were busy chatting with Bryan and Matt.

“I really like the new look, Y/N,” Matt smiled as he motioned to her hair.

She smiled with a red hue to her cheeks and tucked a strand behind her ear. “Thank you. I thought I was due for one.”

“How was tour?” Bryan asked.

Tell me what's mine and tell me what's yours

Why I never got a say, never got a choice?

Tell me what's mine and tell me what's yours

And why I never ever got a fucking say?

Chase’s conversation with the other two fell on deaf ears as Y/N once again stood frozen as the familiar lyrics touched her ears. The haunting memory of when she first heard it in her car all those months ago was still fresh, like an aching wound that hadn’t freshly healed yet. She wouldn’t hold that lapse in judgment over Noah, not when they both were trying to heal from dark moments of their pasts.

Quietly excusing herself from the guys, Y/N wandered over to the mini bar, the ends of her red dress flowing behind her.

“Hi, what can I get you?” The young man with bright green eyes behind the bar asked.

“Dr. Pepper, please,” she smiled.

As she waited for her drink, Y/N leaned her elbow on the bar and rested her chin in her palm. She’d been here for almost thirty minutes and still no sign of Noah. She knew he was here; he had to be.

Outside in the front entry of the venue, Noah tried to pay attention to the story someone was rambling on about but the only thing in his mind was Y/N and if she was here yet. The anticipation of seeing her again was palpable, almost weighing him down, but he couldn’t allow himself to fall back into that state of anxiety he was in earlier. He had to heed Jolly’s words and trust that Y/N would show up.

I know I'm gonna die in this bed I made.

And I'm drowning in a dream that I can't escape.

If I could wake up I'd hesitate.

Politely excusing himself, Noah decided that he needed a glass of water to help with the sudden dryness of his mouth. There were people everywhere, always stopping him to chat. While he loved the praise and support for the new album, he only had one focus since he stepped foot into this building.

“Noah!”

Cursing under his breath, he turned swiftly to see an old friend, someone he hadn’t spoken to in a few years. At this moment, Noah was suddenly wishing he kept the album release party to strict friends and family.

“Dude this album is sick! The cover is amazing! What inspired it?”

Noah did his best to make it seem like he was interested in the guy’s questions but truth be told, he really couldn’t give a fuck.

“Uh, I was browsing through Pinterest,” he answered honestly while gazing over the man’s shoulder.

“That’s so cool! I love that. You know-.”

A sudden flash of red caught Noah’s attention so he quickly patted the guy's shoulder. “Hey, I’m sorry, if you’ll excuse me.”

Noah made it all of a few steps before someone else stopped him. “Noah!”

He stopped and rolled his eyes while internally groaning. He could not feel any lower at this moment as he began to feel like this was another moment set up for doom.

But that glimmer of hope in his chest sparked when he spotted those familiar auburn curls and the shaved head that belonged to the two members of Hollow Souls. So before this new conversation could start, Noah once again politely excused himself and reached Chase and Malcolm in a few quick strides.

“Hey, guys. Is Y/N-?”

Chase nodded. “She’s here, don’t worry. She was just with us but someone dragged her away for a minute.”

Cursing, Noah ran a hand through his hair for what seemed like the third time in a matter of minutes. It was the only thing he could do to keep his hands busy so they wouldn’t shake.

“Can you tell her I’m looking for her?” He asked.

“Of course,” it was Malcolm’s turn to nod.

In the middle of the large circle of people, Y/N was smiling as Jolly was telling her all about his last few weeks and frequent stops somewhere.

“She sounds lovely, Jolly. I can’t wait to meet her,” she took a small sip of her soda.

Jolly shrugged while fiddling with the zipper of his jacket. “It’s still early. Who knows if she’s even interested.”

Y/N rested a hand on his arm. “Don’t doubt yourself, Jolly. She gave you her number, right?”

When he nodded, she continued. “Trust me, she’s interested.”

They chatted for a few more minutes before Y/N excused herself, needing to get a refill of her soda. It was a long night ahead and needed all the caffeine she could get. The clicking of her heels on the marbled floors echoed over the loud chatter of everyone but soon halted when the next few beautifully haunting melodies of Noah’s voice sang throughout the room.

I made another mistake, thought I could change.

Thought I could make it out.

Promises break, need to hear you say.

You're gonna keep it now.

Memories of her and Noah in the backseat of his car flooded Y/N’s mind and she let her eyes flutter shut, gently touching her lips. It was as if she could remember the way he tasted that night after the pier and fireworks.

I miss the way you say my name.

The way you bend, the way you break.

Your makeup running down your face.

The way you fuck, the way you taste.

That night didn’t end the way either of them wanted it to. But tonight would be different. There was no way Y/N would be leaving

“I don't understand where she’d be. How haven't I seen her yet?” Noah grumbled while fidgeting with the silver chain around his neck.

Nicholas chuckled while taking a sip of his drink. “Relax, Noah. You’ll find each other soon. There’s a lot of people here and chances are she got caught up with some of them.”

Folio reached them with a bright smile. “I just ran into Y/N. You’re not going to believe-.”

“Where?” Noah’s eyes widened.

“By the bathrooms. She looks good, Noah. She cu-”

He didn’t bother waiting for Folio to finish before he pushed his way through the crowd toward the bathrooms.

You couldn't wait, wait, wait.

For the day, day, day I lost.

It's such a shame, shame, shame.

You couldn't change, look what it cost, ohh.

“You haven’t found him yet?” Chase asked as he, Malcolm, and Y/N sat on one of the couches in the venue.

“No,” she sighed while fidgeting with the silver chain around her neck. “I’ve seen everyone else but him. I don’t understand where he could be. It’s like he’s avoiding me.”

“No,” Malcolm sternly shook his head. “Don’t think like that. He’s here and looking for you.”

“How come I haven’t seen him then? This place isn't huge, Malcolm.”

“But it’s packed with people, he probably got caught mingling. Just relax. Have another Dr. Pepper, will you?” Chase motioned to the minibar.

Reluctantly, Y/N nodded while rising to her feet and making her way over there for another drink.

I don't wanna know all your secrets 'cause I'll tell.

It's hard enough being alone with myself.

I don't know how long I'll be holding on.

I know you tried your hardest, I know that you meant well.

But you pushed me to the edge and I slipped, and then I fell.

I don't know how long I'll be holding on.

“Everything alright?” Jesse asked Noah, who was starting to look defeated.

“I’ve talked to everyone in this fucking room,” he ran a hand over his face. “I’ve done enough mingling for the night.”

“I’ll get us a couple of drinks,” Jesse offered.

Noah waved him off. “No, I’ll get it.”

Both Noah and Y/N were slowly starting to lose hope that they would find each other, all while the rest of their friends were worried the two soulmates would miss their mark. Two songs left and if things didn’t go according to plan, everything would have been for nothing.

Y/N leaned against the wall in the secluded hallway, alone for the first time all night as she gathered her thoughts. Her feet were killing her from the heels and her cheeks ached from all the fake smiling tonight. She understood she needed to mingle with people tonight but frankly, she was over it. The only thing Y/N wanted was to find Noah; her heart and soul yearned for him.

I'm taking it slowly, you'd never know.

How quick it gets lonely here at the top.

Her skin feels unholy, but I'm still drawn.

The morals I'm holding, you know they're gone.

Snapping her gaze up from the floor, she let Noah’s deep voice sink deep into her bones as she sucked in a breath.

No God, no religion.

Just bad, bad decisions.

No God, no religion.

Just bad, bad decisions.

“No,” she shuddered, remembering that night all those months ago in that hotel room.

It should have been a great memory. At the end of their evening that night, there was a feeling in her gut that said, “no,” due to the fears of the past and the weight of burdens others cast onto her. When she walked away from him in that hotel room, Y/N believed it was what started the downward spiral into the dark parts of her life.

You can be all I got, what's the difference?

Hennessy and a lot of bad decisions

All I know, all I know

Is bad, bad decisions

The image of Noah sitting in the airport the morning after was something Y/N tried so hard to forget. It haunted her for a long time after, all those days locked away in her bedroom as she talked with Keaton. In those times of darkness, he seemed to be the only one to give her an answer without ever speaking.

“I won’t walk away from him again, Keaton,” Y/N muttered while grasping the chain around her neck. “I’ll stay until morning.”

I'm only human, but I'm afraid.

I may never learn from all my mistakes.

Don't know what I'm doing but that's okay.

'Cause I like it that way.

Another feeling in her heart that said, “Yes.”

Noah wasn’t like anyone else, he claimed to be someone mundane, with nothing to offer when in fact, he offered her the entire world that night with just a smile and those shining auburn eyes.

Bitter ends to the nights.

I'm along for the ride.

Out of breath, out of time.

Everything has a price.

Bitter ends to the nights.

I'm along for the ride.

Out of breath, out of time.

Everything has a price.

When people choose to be brave in love instead of being the puppets of fear, everything seems to get better. It became gradual. Y/N decided to make the right choice, the one she believed in.

Pushing herself off the wall, she forced her way through the crowd ignoring people who tried to get her attention. The vision of Chase and Malcolm a few feet in front of her was her current target until the siren-like voice of Noah made her stop completely in the middle of the room.

I'm not afraid of the war you've come to wage against my sins.

I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend.

Noah immediately sat straighter on the couch, nearly dropping the glass of water, as those lyrics rang out into the vast space of the room.

No, they were supposed to be together at this moment. Not far apart.

This was their song.

So will you wait me out?

Or will you drown me out?

So will you wait me out?

Or will you drown me out?

Everyone around Y/N faded to white noise as she stared blankly ahead toward Chase and Malcolm, who watched their sister with confused expressions. Something about the way Noah’s voice sang with so much emotion told her everything she needed to know.

This was their song.

I can wait for you at the bottom.

I can stay away if you want me to.

I can wait for years if I gotta.

Heaven knows I ain't getting over you.

Noah bolted up from the couch. “I need to find her.”

Michael and Orie shared a look before the former stood slowly. “Noah-.”

“NO!” His head snapped towards Michael. “We needed to be together for this song. It’s not-. It won't feel right unless she’s with me.”

Neither man made comments on the way Noah’s voice cracked, so close to breaking down. Instead, they nodded and agreed to help him find Y/N.

I know the pain that you hide behind the smile on your face.

And not a day goes by where I don't think I feel the same.

So many different memories flashed in Y/N’s mind as she let Noah’s voice sing to her; sing their song to her.

So will you wait me out

Or will you drown me out?

So will you wait me out

Or will you drown me out?

The first meeting when he stepped off the bus. Their day at the zoo and the wolf stuffed animal he bought her. The day at the beach where she told him it couldn’t rain all the time.

It seemed as if the rain had finally seized.

I can wait for you at the bottom

I can stay away if you want me to

I could wait for years if I gotta

Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

Y/N remembered her birthday and how Noah bought her the necklace and bracelet she was currently wearing.

We'll try again.

When we're not so different.

We will make amends.

'Til then I'll just pretend.

There was something there in the distorted part of the song, something that Y/N immediately caught and let out an audible gasp, hand covering her mouth. Another memory plagued her existence; the pier day.

“Noah! Stop!” She giggled while wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What?” Noah stopped spinning. “Let you go?”

Y/N shrieked as he nearly dropped her. “No, you idiot! Don’t let me go!”

Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning.

Way down, would you say I'm worthy?

“Sweets,” Chase tentatively approached Y/N, resting a hand on her elbow. “Are you alright?”

She shook her head, eyes brimming with tears, as she stared up at Malcolm and Chase while stumbling over her words. “I-I-I have to find Noah. I need to-I can’t.”

Malcolm nodded. “Ok, we will. Let’s split up and-.”

As if the stars were finally aligning in perfect harmony, something told Y/N to glance to her left, that pull in her heart she never ignored when it came to Noah vibrating with so much energy it made her choke on a breath.

Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning

Way down, would you say I'm worthy?

The music seized for a few seconds as Noah let out a choked breath when his amber eyes finally landed on her, their gazes locking. Everything and everyone seemed to fall away from them into the depths below their feet. His palms began to sweat as his ear rang loudly. His pulse rate quickened as his heart began to beat so hard he felt it in his throat.

Y/N and Noah were the only two that mattered at this moment and right when Folio’s drumming picked up again in the song, they pushed their way through the crowd toward each other.

I can wait for you at the bottom

I can stay away if you want me to

I could wait four years if I gotta

Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

Y/N couldn’t contain the tears anymore as she maneuvered her way past people who continued to try and get her attention. None of them mattered. The only one that did was now less than a few feet away from her; their souls vibrating for the connection it drastically missed.

We'll try again

When we're not so different

We will make amends

They were no longer different. Y/N and Noah grew immensely with their time apart and now they were finally ready to become one.

'Til then I'll just pretend.

There was no more pretending anymore. Every bad, good, ugly, and beautiful that these two went through was worth it for this moment. This is what all of their friends and they had been waiting for.

Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning

Way down, would you say I'm worthy?

Y/N would stay until morning; every morning.

Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning

Way down, would you say I'm worthy?

Noah was worthy.

READER

My heart was beating so fast in my chest that I could hear it in my ears and feel it in my throat when I came to a halt in front of Noah. Even though he looked different, he was still my Noah.

“Hi-.”

My greeting was cut off when his large hand wrapped behind my neck to yank me towards him, his lips crashing against mine. Very quickly, my hands grasped at his shirt to feel if he was actually in front of me and not another dream.

But his lips were real. The taste of his tongue was real as it forced its way into my mouth to mold against mine. I moaned into the kiss when his hands grasped at my backside as if he wanted to commit every last curve to memory. The other kisses we’ve shared were intense, but this was the kiss that sent my mind spinning. I moaned again, leaning into his embrace and meeting his passion. My teeth caught his bottom lip and tugged as I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair and our bodies were pressed against each other.

The smell of his cologne, the soft and peachy scent of his conditioner was dizzying and the butterflies danced in my stomach.

When he nibbled on my bottom lip before devouring my mouth once again with his tongue, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my hips into his. I missed every single part of him and my soul was screaming its thanks for finding its mate once again.

Noah’s lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against my own. They parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. I could faintly taste the mint from his toothpaste and apple cider he must have drank earlier.

My eyes were half closed and I had a feeling Noah's eyes were as well because of how focused this kiss was, as if he was burning it into his memory. Almost like he was afraid I would vanish; slip through his fingertips as they dug into the material of my dress.

No, never again.

Noah nudged his nose against mine, and our mouths fell lazily together, already soft and open. I could feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath my nose, fingers carding through his hair as we breathed each other in. I could taste our shared breath, and feel the thud of our combined heartbeat.

I wanted to open my eyes to get a better look at his too-dark eyebrows. The freckles that peppered his nose and cheeks. I needed to admire the new crazy, vampire hairline. I desperately wanted to observe all of him. Burn it into memory.

I recalled at that moment that this wasn’t the end. No, this was the beginning and I could always bear some witness. My mouth was beginning to tire.

Noah’s kisses were all-absorbing like he was drawing something out of me with soft little jabs of his chin. The stubble was gone, much to my dismay, and I ran my hands down over his broad chest, nails scraping along the silver chain across his neck, something I noticed when I finally pulled away and opened my eyes.

It mirrored the one that hung on my neck.

Peering up through my lashes, I was finally able to drink in the sight of Noah and his kiss-bruised lips. His pupils were blown wide as his large hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing the lone tear that fell.

“Hi,” Noah breathed.

I couldn't help but giggle while wrapping my arms around him. “Hi.”

His eyes scanned my face while still holding my face. “You’re here. You’re real.”

“Were you expecting a ghost?” I teased with a raised brow.

“No, no I just-,” he trailed off with a shake of his head.

“I know,” I squeezed him. “I’m here.”

“Let’s go somewhere where we can talk?” Noah suggested.

“Please.”

I let him link our fingers together, bringing my hand to his lips to leave soft kisses against each knuckle before wrapping an arm around me to lead me outside. As if he couldn’t believe I was in his embrace, Noah kissed my cheek a few times, causing a fit of laughter to echo in the room.

I did my best to ignore Chase and Malcom when we walked past them, the latter handing the former some cash.

JESSE

Friends, friends of friends all disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, and found each other a few feet away.

Noah and Y/N broke apart from their kiss engulfed in one another.

What a man like Noah will store up in his ghostly heart no amount of fire or freshness can be challenged. He tried very hard not to dwell on the past but oftentimes found himself there. The past few months, I noticed my friend trying to move on from the stories that haunted him.

Noah wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Y/N, himself, and hell even the band. His life had been confused and disordered since I met him, yet a light and new spark of glory came breaking through that concrete surface.

I looked at them both as they took slow strides across the room, towards the glass doors that led to the back deck of The House of Blues. Noah was looking down at Y/N as she talked, her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear followed up and down as if each speech was an arrangement of notes that would never be played again.

Y/N’s face was happy and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes, and a bright passionate mouth. I could tell there was excitement in her voice by the way Noah was grinning from ear to ear, fingers tangling in her new locks.

He was so beautifully whipped and I couldn’t be more pleased. I fucking knew it would work out.

Glancing across the room towards our larger group of friends; our family and we all shared a nod and a smile.

Finally.

With that, I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table, the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.

READER

As soon as we stepped outside, I tied my jacket closer to my chest while Noah led me to a bench. Once we were seated, his arm pulled me closer to him, his lips brushing along my hairline.

“I’ve missed you, angel.”

I leaned into him while grazing my fingers against the back of his neck. “I missed you too, Noah. I also love your haircut.”

He went rigid. “Are-are you sure? I know how much you loved the long hair but I felt like I needed to see the back of my neck again.”

I reassured him with a smile. “Don’t get me wrong, I think your long hair will always be my favorite but this is nice too. It suits you. Reminds me of Levi.”

“You caught that?” Noah chuckled.

“Oh immediately,” I brushed away the strands that fell into his eyes. “You know how much of a sucker I am for Captain Levi. But honestly, you look wonderful, mochi.”

He scrunched his face. “I still give off the mochi vibe for you?”

“You’re mochi, you will always be my little mochi,” I cooed while pinching his cheeks.

Noah grabbed my hands and brought them to his lips. “I don’t want to be called that, by anyone but you. Just you.”

“Good, because the nickname stays,” I smiled.

It was his turn to run his fingers through my hair, a faint smile pulling at his lips.

“You cut and dyed your hair?”

Now it was me who felt nervous being assessed by his eyes and I shifted next to him. “Yeah, I felt like I needed a change. I’m sorry if it’s not as flattering as before but I-”

He immediately hushed my words with a gentle kiss on my lips. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

My hands were sprawled over his chest and it was then that I noticed the glimmer of a silver chain under the moonlight from above. I tilted my head at it when I noticed how familiar it looked.

“Wait,” I grasped his necklace. “Is this?”

“Uh, yeah,” Noah rubbed the back of his neck. “When I bought your set for your birthday, I bought myself a set as well. You’re wearing yours?”

Immediately I lifted my wrist to his face while showing the necklace with the other. “I haven’t taken them off since I found them in my dresser drawer. The day of my live stream.”

His fingers grazed down the side of my neck, over my collarbone to fiddle with my necklace. “I know. I noticed it right away.”

We sat in silence for a quick beat but I could tell something was weighing heavily on Noah’s mind, his eyes cast down to not meet my gaze. I lifted his chin with a knuckle to force him to look at me.

“What are you thinking about?” I wondered.

His almond eyes glistened. “I know you only heard a few of the songs so far but I need to be honest with you and apologize if some of these songs hit a nerve. I wrote a few of them when I was really upset. Bad Decisions especially.”

I linked our fingers together to rest them on my lap. “I know.”

“I needed to get through whatever we were doing and going through. I don’t want to upset you or anything.”

“No, Noah. You didn’t. I should have considered your feelings when I pushed you away that night. None of that was right, and I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize just how much you mean to me. I’ve always been yours, Noah, and I'm sorry I made you go through that.”

His brows furrow while shaking his head. “Angel, it’s not all on you. Listen, I’m moving past the anger and frustration. All the fear and panic. I’m trying to look at things more healthily. I accept your apology. It’s taken me a long time to come to terms. We both have had a lot to work through. I was talking to my therapist and she told me that acceptance of things we cannot change is the first step.“

“Wait,” I blinked while turning my body to face him. “Your therapist?”

“Uh, yeah,” he ran a hand over his chin, suddenly nervous.

“Noah, that’s amazing. I’m proud that you’re talking to someone. I am too. My therapist, Dr. Poulos, is wonderful. She’s been helping me a lot.”

Now it was him who blinked while shaking his head. “Hang on. What’s your therapist's name?”

I pursed my lips. “Dr. Poulos.”

“The small office on W. 9th Street? It has that new cafe next to it?”

I nodded slowly, still not understanding. “Yeah, I still have to try their coffee. But I’m not following.”

“Y/N, we've been seeing the same therapist,” Noah informed with a light chuckle.

My eyes widened. “No way.”

“I swear. She has that dying plant-.”

“On the shelf behind her chair!” I finished while pointing a finger, my own fit of giggles filtering into the night air.

“Do you think she knew that we were talking about each other?” Noah asked.

“She had to! There’s no way she didn’t,” I said, still laughing, and ended up leaning against the bench to gaze up at the stars. “It seemed the universe kept trying to keep us together in our time apart.”

Noah mimicked my actions. “I think so too.”

Neither of us said anything for a long moment, enjoying the quiet of the night air with the subtle noise from the party inside. Neither of us was in a rush to go back in, simply enjoying our time together.

“Can I be vulnerable with you right now?” I said suddenly, breaking the silence, while turning my head to face him.

Noah gazed over to me, eyes filled with love. “Always, angel.”

“She asked me why I loved you.”

His brows peaked with interest. “Oh, what did you tell her?”

I only thought about my answer for a brief moment, figuring out the best way to let out everything I feel about him. “I love you for many things; your passions, your love, your friendships, and brotherhood. Your beauty and nature. I despised the pain you went through.”

Sitting farther up, I traced my fingers over the exposed tattoos on his forearms. “I love you so deeply, so incredibly much, that I wanted to find a way to come back to you despite my condition, and past keeping me in fear.”

It was true. My endometriosis had hindered me for years. Trey made me believe that no man would stay with me because of it; especially Noah. He wanted a family and I was keeping him from that.

But never once did Noah make me feel that way. He made me feel as if he would be by my side no matter what we decide to do in the future.

I let out a shaky breath before continuing. “Ever since I was diagnosed with endometriosis, the fear of whether I'd ever be able to have kids kept me from finding the happiness I deserved. So I settled for what I thought I deserved until you came into my life.”

Noah’s fingers grazed over the back of my neck.

“You showed me that my condition doesn't have to mean the end for my future. I have choices. So thank you for that.”

He brushed his lips over my forehead and I grasped at his sides. “Of course, angel. Can I be honest with you?”

Peering up at him, I nodded. “Please.”

“Would kids be nice?” Noah licked his lips. “Yes. But if it’s not for us, then I’m okay with it. As long as I have you and Salem, then that’s all I need.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because if I can’t give you a child, you might say you’re fine now but who knows years down the road.”

He cupped my cheeks now. “I promise you. You’re it for me, angel.”

Noah then brushed back the hair from my face, tracing a finger over my jawline before speaking again.

“You know, one of the things I discussed in therapy was how I believed I’ve spent every life before this one searching for you. Hoping that we would find each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we’ve had before.”

I trailed a red nail down his chest. “You know, Malcolm also said something about our past lives.”

This piqued Noah’s interest as he gave me a smug smile. “Oh, yeah? Folio thought the same thing.”

“Of course, he would,” I snorted. “Did he also think you saved me from a burning building that was set on fire by my long-lost brother?”

Noah’s chest rumbled in laughter. “He said I fell in love with you after one wild night of sex and you came on the road with me.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that life. It probably would make a great story to read online,” I mused while leaning into him, allowing Noah to wrap his arm around my shoulder.

“I’m so happy you’re here tonight, angel. But I hope you know I’m not letting you leave here without me, right?” He muttered against the side of my head.

I wrapped my arms around his side to bury my face into his chest. “I wasn’t leaving without you. Even if you decided not to wait for me anymore.”

“There’s no universe where we aren't together, Y/N. We can’t outrun each other. I love you.”

With his long fingers lifting my chin, the softness of his lips molded against mine and a gentle but firm kiss. His tongue brushed over my bottom lip, asking permission before slipping inside. I moaned into it, reveling in his taste. Sparks shot off inside of me, igniting my cells with such heat, my pussy throbbed in anticipation.

“Stay the night with me?” Noah nibbled against my bottom lip

“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” I breathed before devouring him once again.

NOAH

With Y/N’s hand in mind, I led her up the driveway towards the house, the sound of her heels clicking against the pavement.

She pulled me to a stop while groaning. “Hang on a second.”

“Everything alright?” I asked, worried that she was changing her mind and wanted to go home.

Bending at her knees, Y/N made quick work of taking off her heels.

“I suddenly remember why I hate wearing heels,” she groaned again. “My feet are killing me.”

Quickly, I scooped her up in my arms to carry her bridal style up the rest of the way to the front door.

“Noah,” she giggled. “I can walk.”

“You’re insane if you think you’re going to walk in the dirt then on my clean floors,” I joked.

Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically. “You’re such a clean freak.”

Ignoring her comment, I reached into my pocket awkwardly to reach for my keys and unlocked the door. My mind was working in overdrive on how to make the rest of our night perfect.

Would she like the house?

Would she appreciate what I’ve done in my room for her?

Would she actually stay?

Stepping over the threshold, I set her down gently in the dark room before clicking on the light, allowing Y/N to take in the fresh scenery.

“Oh wow,” she muttered while looking at me over her shoulder. “It’s a lovely place, Noah.”

I did my best to smile through my nerves and ran a hand through my hair. “Did you want something to drink? If you want a beer, I’m sure one of the guys won’t mind if you take one of theirs. I actually don't drink anymore.”

“You don’t?” She asked.

“No,” I now rubbed the back of my neck. “I’m actually sober. I have been for the last few weeks. I had to, for a few reasons, but it was something I wanted to do.”

Y/N walked into my embrace, wrapping her arms around me, and laid her chin on my chest as she looked up at me.

“I’m proud of you, Noah. I know it might not have been easy and it still may not be. But I’m proud of all your accomplishments. And I’m happy to be by your side for it.”

I kissed her forehead. “Come on, I think I have a Dr. Pepper in the fridge.”

“Oh no. If I have any more caffeine I’ll be a jittery mess. I’m fine right now. Why don’t you show me around?”

Nodding, I spent the next while showing her around the house, upstairs first to where the guy's rooms and the studio were. It was when we were back downstairs and in the open space of the living room and kitchen that she paused while pointing to the large cat tree opposite the large bay window.

“Who has a cat?”

My cheeks flushed as I shifted on my feet. “It’s for Salem. I thought it would be nice for him the next time I have to watch him when you’re out of town or something.”

“You didn’t have to do that, Noah,” she said with a shaky breath.

I could see the tears welling in her eyes but made no mention of it. Instead, I linked our hands together and kissed the back of hers. “I know but I wanted to.”

“I like the couch,” she nodded towards it; the large evergreen sectional.

I smiled wildly. “Thanks, it’s a dope couch. I’d been wanting something like this for a while.”

“So,” she cleared her throat. “Are you going to show me your bedroom?”

“Trying to get me into bed already, angel,” I mused while yanking her into my embrace.

Her hair flew behind her shoulders with the sudden pull and she held herself up by her one hand on my chest, the other still locked with mine.

“I’m tired,” she shrugged. “It’s been a long day.”

Smiling at her joke, I lightly dragged her down the hallway towards the master suite but she stopped in front of a closed door.

“What’s this room?”

My face twitched. “Oh, just storage space.”

She narrowed her eyes, almost seeing through my life. “Storage space? You sure you’re not creating a room for all your awards and nominations are you?”

“Ha ha,” I mocked while booping her nose. “Very funny my little flower but that’s a no.”

Y/N was taken aback. “Did you just boop my nose?”

“I did, you have a cute nose,” I shrugged as if it was nothing.

The memory of our hike that one morning when she said the same thing to me fluttered in my mind and I smiled fondly at it.

“Now if I’m not mistaken, I was the one that said you had a cute nose.”

She tried to boop my nose but instead, I grabbed her wrist and spun her to face the other door across the hall.

“Do you want to see my bedroom or not?” I wondered.

“Very much,” she leaned her head against my shoulder as I guided her through the door.

We stood in utter darkness, our breathing sounding so loud in the enclosed space, as I brushed my nose along her neck to breathe in her familiar scent. It made my cock twitch in my pants and I internally groaned, wanting to envelope myself into her.

“Do you guys always sit in the dark or what?”

Stepping away from her, reluctantly, I clicked on the light of the room, Y/N’s loud gasp echoing. She brought her hand to her mouth as she took in every inch of the bedroom.

The large king-sized bed with the sage green duvet blanket and six pillows. The burnt orange throw blanket was thrown haphazardly on. Lined on the wall behind the headboard were the LED lights casting the room in a faint red glow.

The large walk-in closet that only one side was filled with clothes and shoes, the other side bare; waiting to be filled.

The plants littered almost every inch of the shelves of my bookshelves and end tables on either side of the bed.

But when Y/N’s eyes landed on the vanity in front of the window that overlooked the small creek in the backyard, I noticed her breath catch. It still had a few of the figurines I bought her and empty containers, waiting to be filled to the brim with her products.

“What’s this?” She gazed over at me.

I stuffed my hands into my pockets. “It’s your vanity table. I didn’t buy you a chair yet because I wanted you to try ones out that you’ll like. I figured you’d be sitting there while you do your hair and makeup so you’d want to be comfortable. And I didn’t bother buying products cause I don’t know what works best for you. So I figured we could go shopping and you can buy whatever you want or need when you’re here. That way you don’t have to lug everything back and forth.”

“Noah,” her voice trailed off.

“Chase and Malcolm told me that you have all your products jammed into a suitcase so I got you the biggest one that would fit in this space,” I said while running my hand on the dark surface to brush away the nonexistent dust.

“They knew about this?” Y/N asked as she fumbled with one of the skulls.

It had a crow resting on it with red flowers.

Then she picked up the Valak figure, the faintest of smiles on her gorgeous face.

“Yeah. They told me a few things but a lot I remembered from what you already have in your bedroom. I wanted you to feel like you have a place here, angel,” I spoke.

She, however, hadn’t said much and it began to make me worry. Maybe I did too much. Pushed her somehow with everything.

“If it’s too much, I can-.”

“No!” Y/N whirled her head to me. “It’s not. I love it so much. I just don’t know what to say because no one has ever done something like this for me before.”

I grasped her hips, peering down at her through the few strands of hair that fell into my face. “I’m going to take care of you, angel. No matter what. You deserve all of this and more.”

She hastily wiped away the few stray tears before leaving a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“Thank you for this, Noah. Truly. I love you.”

My thumb caught a tear that fell. “Anything for you. Come on, I want to show you one more thing.”

With my hand on her lower back, I guided her out through the patio doors in my bedroom onto the secluded deck. We had one that wrapped around the back and side of the house but this one was only accessible through my bedroom. The sound of the running creek and crickets played like music as we leaned against the railing.

“Every morning, I come out here with my coffee or tea, and either read a book or meditate. I let the sun hit my face and enjoy the solace. Something I never used to have much of before,” I explained while crossing my arms over my chest.

Y/N rested her head against my shoulder. “That sounds lovely Noah, I’m comforted knowing that helps you and that you can do that for your peace.”

“You could do it too,” I suggested.

She hummed. “I could, but you know that small patio back at my apartment is not ideal for sitting outside and sunbathing.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “Well, you’re always welcome to just stroll right over here to use this one. What’s mine is yours you know.”

“Like I won’t be here all the time anyways,” Y/N snorted while playfully smacking my arm.

“You’re right,” I chuckled.

A sudden chill brushed over us which caused her to shiver so I motioned for us to go back inside. She sat on the edge of the bed with a content look crossing her features.

“How did you get lucky to get the master bedroom with that shower?” She wondered while throwing a thumb over her shoulder.

“We flipped a coin,” I joked while plopping beside her.

It was nearing midnight and exhaustion was aching deep in my bones but I wasn’t ready to go to sleep yet. I wanted every waking moment with Y/N.

I ran my finger down the exposed skin of her back, tracing the lines of her snake tattoo. My eyes were drawn to the ivory river that gently caressed its way down her neck, reaching just below her shoulder blades. If the gods are real then this woman is their masterpiece.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

“No,” she tapped her chin in mock thought. “I don’t think you have.”

“Well, you look stunning, angel,” I kissed her shoulder.

She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness.

“I was told the theme was red, though,” she teased while pulling at my shirt.

With a smirk, I lifted my pant leg to showcase the long red socks I’d been wearing all night. Y/N peered down at them, carefully studying the black symbols.

“Those symbols are on Salem's collar and they were showcased tonight,” her eyes lit up when she remembered.

“Surprise?” I shrugged.

“Do they have meaning?”

I pointed to each symbol. “Death. Peace. Mind.”

“The Death of Peace of Mind,” she uttered the name of our album. “Oh wow, I love that, mochi.”

When her bright eyes gazed up at me, I cupped her cheek to lay a kiss on her lips, slow and sensual. When I pulled away for a brief moment, I marveled at her beauty. Alluringly, Y/N would blink her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of an actual angel.

By Venus, her eyes were simply spellbinding.

With my lips on hers again, I let my tongue explore her mouth while I leaned her back on the bed. One had caressed her cheek while the other ran down her side before resting on her hip. Y/N hooked her leg around mine in a way to lock me in and her nails scratched at the skin of my stomach, underneath my shirt. I shivered with her angelic touch, moaning into her mouth as our tongues continued the fight for dominance.

Y/N tasted just the same but there was no possible way I’d ever get sick of it. I drank her in, reveled in the way her lips molded against mine, and when I broke apart from her to start leaving kisses from her jaw to her neck, she sucked in a breath when I began sucking on the sensitive area just underneath her ear.

I pressed my hips into her, my cock fucking aching in my pants, and I knew she felt it because Y/N let out a harsh moan; my name falling off her sweet lips.

However, when my hand slipped between the slit of her dress, her warm skin underneath my fingertips, she gently pushed me away.

“Wait,” she spoke with a small waver in her voice.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, suddenly worried.

“No, no, you’re fine, Noah. It’s just-”

Y/N sat up on her elbows which made me lean back on my knees so I could gaze down at her. Fuck, she looked beautiful with her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. There was a faint red mark on her neck and my dick twitched with the excitement of marking what was mine.

“I have to talk to you about something,” she blew a strand of hair from her face.

I gave her a small nod, urging her on.

Y/N licked her lips while taking a deep breath. “I know this is a moment and this is something we’ve been waiting for, for a while. But I don’t want us to rush into full-on sex tonight. I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted.”

She continued to ramble on so I hushed her worries with a kiss to her lips, nibbling on her bottom lip. “No angel, no. I’m just so happy to have you with me at all. All I want is you. My love for you isn’t based on sex. I don’t mind waiting for you, I will always wait for you.”

Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as Y/N eventually nodded. I lowered myself once again, this time farther down.

“Can I?” I hovered over her pussy, warm breath fanning over the material of her red dress.

She raised her hips off the bed towards my face. “Please.”

With her permission, I lifted her from the bed to stand on her feet. My hands snaked up behind her to unzip her dress, it falling to her feet in a pool of fabric. I took a step back so I could gaze upon her. Y/N stood in front of me in nothing but her red lace thong and I licked my lips hungrily at the sight of her. Her muscle definition was perfect and she glowed with a newfound confidence. Y/N wasn’t just flawless in her bone structure but her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty.

“Noah.”

My eyes snapped away from admiring her body to her face. “Hm?”

“I love you,” she admitted while taking off her panties.

My heart swelled in my chest and I let out a long breath. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Gently laying her back onto the bed, I settled myself between the valley of her legs and my nostrils flared when the scent of her filled the room. The red hue from the neon lights behind my bed bathed her in an incandescent glimmer. My angel. The scarlet shade emulates her place in my heart where she flourishes.

Now kneeling on the floor, I wrapped my hands around Y/N’s legs to drag her down towards me, her squeals echoing off the walls of my bedroom.

Our bedroom.

Her nails raked through my hair, urging me closer. I darted my eyes up towards her one final time before devouring her completely. My tongue licked up her entire slit, Y/N hissing in pleasure, and I licked the sensitive nub over and over. Hiking her leg over my shoulder, I spread her wider for me so I could spear my tongue between her folds.

Fuck, I missed the way she tasted.

“Noah,” she moaned.

I lapped up her essence hungrily, like a man starved. The tangy sweetness made me moan in delight as I replaced my tongue with a finger, pumping in and out, then wrapped my lips around her clit to suck.

“Fu-fuck. Shit,” Y/N writhed against the comforter.

One hand was still tangled in my hair while the other grasped at the pillow behind her, her arm extended up over her head.

“Close, Noah, Holy shit” she muttered passionately.

Y/N gripped my hair pushing my head even harder- in an effort to get me closer, if at all possible. I pushed my tongue and fingers deeper inside her, almost feeling like I might split her in half. Her knees shook as she all but yanked on my hair now, her body going rigid. Her pussy pulsed in my mouth as the first waves of her orgasm began to build.

I hummed in approval with how she tasted but I needed more; I needed all of her.

“Noah, I’m gonna-.”

With a gentle pat to the inside of her thigh, I made my fingers work faster while my tongue teased her clit before scrapping my teeth against it; that being exactly what she needed to finally let herself go.

I gazed upon her perfect, naked form, her skin glistening with a sensual sweat. She was stunning. Something radiated from within that rendered her irresistible, and I was more than thankful to be between her thighs, tasting her again. My eyes caught sight of the new ink on her right thigh. The design was of a tattooed arm and hand holding a black rose. After her favorite nothing, nowhere album.

Reaper.

A fool says there was no god. I was no fool. She was an altar to me and I was here to worship.

The cries of her orgasms sounded like a pure melody as I licked and finger fucked Y/N through the aftershocks. My cock was pressing against the confines of my pants and I palmed myself to relieve some of the ache.

She patted my head and I finally pulled away from her to lick up her arousal from my lips and then from my fingers. Humming in approval, I hovered over her and buried my face in the crook of her neck.

“Fuck, Y/N. I missed how you tasted,” I groaned, nipping at the skin of her collarbone.

“I missed that,” she said breathlessly.

My finger brushed over her clit and she shook in overstimulation. “Noah, I can’t.”

I shook my head. “Yes, you can, angel. I want at least four out of you.”

Y/N turned her head towards me, her eyes blown wide with lust and her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. “Four?”

I nodded eagerly while slipping a finger inside of her. “I’ve waited so long to have you again, Y/N.”

She moaned while arching her back off the bed, her walls clamping around my fingers as I slipped another one inside. Now with two fingers, I worked her close to another orgasm as my tongue teased and teeth pulled on one of her nipples.

“Cum for me, angel. Be a good girl and fall apart on my fingers,” I demanded before dragging my tongue between the valley of her breasts.

Her second orgasm ripped through her with no warning and I let her ride it out against my palm, praising her with sweet whispers in her ear. I brought my fingers to my lips, licking them clean as Y/N watched with wide eyes.

“So fucking good,” I mused before crashing my lips to hers.

I was aching, my cock practically screaming at me for some sort of release, but it wasn't about me right now. It was about Y/N.

As I went back to working on the mark on her neck I started earlier, I rearranged ourselves so now I was sitting against the headboard of the bed with Y/N lazily sitting on my thigh. I knew she was exhausted but I also knew that she had at least one more in her.

“Noah,” she whined. “I can’t.”

I brushed away the sweat-stuck hair from her forehead so I could gaze upon her. “Yeah, you can. I know you can. Soak my thigh, angel.”

I was so far gone in my own lust for her; my love for her, that I was about to bust at the seams.

“I don’t see how it's fair,” Y/N pouted. “You still have your clothes on.”

I smirked and kissed the corner of her lips. “Soon.”

With a bruising grip on her hips, I began to guide her back and forth against my thigh; her arousal from her two previous orgasms already soaking my pants. The warmth of her made me revel in delight as I leaned my head against the headboard so I could watch Y/N.

She arched her back, her tits in full display in front of me, and she tilted her head up towards the ceiling, lips parting in a silent moan. As she continued to rub her pussy against my thigh, Y/N’s hands slipped underneath my shirt to yank it up over me, tossing it to the floor.

The cool breeze from the overhead ceiling fan cooled my heated skin and her nails scratched at the tattoos on my chest. Her mouth immediately attached to the divot of skin between my neck and shoulder, teeth nipping before soothing the pain with her tongue.

“Shit,” I hissed in pleasure.

This orgasm was silent but just as powerful as Y/N’s body went stiff in my embrace, my arms locking around her to press our bare chests against each other.

“Good girl,” I praised with a kiss to the side of her head, her body going limp in my embrace.

READER

Noah’s arms wrapped around me from behind as he buried his face into the back of my neck, breathing me in. While I was still naked, he was only wearing his red briefs. He lost his pants right after I finished cumming all over his thigh.

For the last little while, we had been resting in each other's arms, enjoying the silence that fell between us. I enjoyed the way I felt his chest against my back, his deep breaths almost lulling me to sleep but I refused to succumb to the darkness yet. I wanted more time with him.

“I’ve missed the way you tasted, angel,” he laid a kiss on my shoulder and sighed in content. “I’ve been dreaming about this a long time. All I want to do is give you the pleasure you deserve. I love you.”

I turned over in his arms so I could face him and pressed a small kiss to his chin. “I love you too.”

When I went to pull away from him, Noah pouted and reached for me. “Hey, where are you going?”

I patted his chest. “Don’t worry. I’m not leaving.”

Wrapping my leg around his hips, I now straddled him and linked our fingers together to hold his hands above his head. I licked and kissed my way from his forehead to his cheek, down his neck, and across the tattoo on his chest.

“Two can play at this you know,” I muttered.

Noah made a low noise in the back of his throat. “I like it when you’re bossy.”

“As you’ve proven,” I teased while gazing up at him. “I owe you for all those wonderful orgasms you’ve given me.”

Letting go of his hands, I dragged myself down the length of him to rest just above his cock which was barely being confined by his briefs. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and slowly dragged them down his long legs to toss them over my shoulder.

I now gazed upon the colorful designs that littered almost every single inch of Noah’s skin. His cock was almost standing straight and I licked my lips hungrily at the sight of the beads of precum that dripped down his length. For months, I dreamed of the last of it; of him.

Noah noticed the way I titled my head at him, eyes darkening.

“Y/N, you don’t have-. Oh, shit!”

He groaned in pleasure when I lapped up the precum, humming in delight, before sinking my mouth over his entire length. My tongue pressed against the base of his cock as I moved my head up and down, slow at first to take my time.

“Oh fuck,” Noah huffed out my name as he gripped the blanket beneath him.

I continued to suck him sloppily for a few moments before taking all of him deep in my throat. His hands grasped behind my head to keep me steady, hips bucking up into me. I dug my nails into his thighs as tears burned in the corners of my eyes, drool dripping from my lips but I refused to let up even a half an inch. I concentrated on breathing through my nose while gliding my tongue up and down.

The head of his cock was buried at the back of my throat and I ignored my gag reflex, not wanting to think of it. I dared a peek up at him, noticing that his head was arched back onto the pillow, his eyes closed, my name falling from those sinful lips in prayer. Sweat gathered at his forehead, dark tendrils sticking to him, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long with the grunts he was making.

My fingers played with his balls as I began moving my head up and down at a fast pace now, wanting nothing more than to get him to finish; and revel in his own orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N. Oh fuck,” Noah warned.

Suddenly, warm spurts of cum shot to the back of my throat and I mewled in delight as I swallowed every last drop of him, coming off of his cock with a loud pop. I wiped the drool from my chin with the back of my hand as Noah brushed away the hair from his face, trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

I nodded with a giggle. “Agreed.”

His hand reached up to brush his tongue along my bottom lip. “Thirsty?”

“Yes, please”

With a gentle pat on my thigh, I climbed off of Noah and climbed underneath the blanket and black sheets while he slipped on his briefs before leaving the room. I heard rummaging around in the kitchen.

I quickly glanced at my phone to notice a missed text from Malcolm and a few from the Hollow Souls group chat.

Malcolm: Don’t worry. I’ll feed Salem tonight and in the morning. Have fun and be safe. We love you, sweets.

With a fond smile, I replied to him before clicking on the Hollow Omens text thread.

Chase: Jolly, where are you? If you guys need a ride to our place, we’re out front.

Nicholas: He’s coming. Jesse and Michael got caught up with an old friend.

Michael: Hey, what are the chances we can swing by home to grab some extra clothes?

Jesse: Unless you want to walk into something you can’t unsee, I’d suggest against it.

Jolly: Has anyone checked to see if Noah and Y/N made it home safely?

Folio: I don’t think they’re too worried about their phones right now.

I snorted a chuckle before responding.

Me: Hi, friends. Noah and I made it home safely. Whoever sleeps in my room, make yourself at home! Just don’t look under the bed 😉

Not bothering to wait for a reply, I locked my phone and set it down on the nightstand next to the bed just as Noah returned with two glasses of water and a pack of chocolate chip cookies.

My eyes lit up. “Oh, yes! It’s like you read my mind.”

“Just a little bedtime snack,” Noah winked while handing me the water and a few cookies.

“I’m surprised you’re letting me eat in your bed,” I mumbled over a bite of cookie.

He settled himself next to me. “You’re the only exception because this would typically be a no.”

Waving him off, I finished the cookies then washed them down with half of the water and settled into bed while Noah browsed for a show to watch on the televisions. As I traced my gaze over every inch of him, studying him, I noticed something on his back.

My hand gently pushed his shoulder forward. “Woah. When did you get this?”

I traced the ink that covered the entirety of his back. It was just an outline of Jesus with the crown of thorns. There was some kind of border around it, a flower and leaves on each of his shoulder blades along with his lower back. Beneath Jesus, was a heart with barbed wire around it, a flame cross emanating from the top of it.

“I got it done a few weeks ago,” Noah answered, shivering underneath my touch as goosebumps rose to his skin.

I hummed a kiss into his back. “I never took you as the religious type.”

“I find religious art beautiful,” He leaned down to brush his lips over mine, a kiss I eagerly returned. “Besides, I don’t need God, no religion. Just you.”

After shutting off the lights and settling on a random movie, we cuddled deeper into the comforts of the bed, my head resting on his chest with my leg wrapped around his hips. Noah’s hand dragged up and down my back and I sighed in pure bliss.

He held me gently as if he were holding a flower and I wished we could have stayed like this forever.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” I mumbled my thoughts out loud.

“We can if you want,” he offered while leaving a kiss on the top of my head.

“We have to leave this room at some point,” I poked him.

Noah chuckled, it rumbling underneath my cheek on his chest. “True, but it’s not the room I was talking about.”

Gazing up at him, I cupped his cheek. “You’re already my forever, Noah. I learned that a long fucking time ago.”

He left a kiss on the inside of my palm. “Are you okay if we sleep together?”

I didn’t miss the hesitation in his voice so I sat up in bed, the sheet falling from my naked form. “I’m staying, Noah. There’s no place I’d rather be than right here with you. There is nowhere else I belong, nowhere.”

Noah dragged his hands over his face to muffle the faint sound of a sniffle. Gently, I pulled his hands away from his face and noticed a faint tear roll down his cheek.

“Noah, why are you crying? I’m right here. This is you and me, right?”

He sniffled again but cleared his throat soon after. “I guess after all this time, it still sort of doesn’t feel real.”

I nodded while pulling my knees to my chest, resting my chin upon them. “I can understand that, I feel that way too. But it is real. It’s you and me. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. I love you.”

“I love you,” he sat up in bed to kiss me. “It’s you and me, angel.”

“Have any clothes for me to borrow?” I asked while biting my lip.

As much as I loved feeling his bare skin on mine, I could not sleep naked.

Noah motioned to the closet. “Help yourself to whatever. What’s mine is yours.”

Hopping off the bed, I scurried into the closet to scavenge through his drawers, not trying to gawk at the size of the closet. After deciding on his Naruto eating noodles shirt and gray joggers, I stepped back into the bedroom.

“Are you wearing my joggers and shirt?” Noah stifled a laugh.

“You said help yourself, so I did,” I smirked while hopping back into bed.

“Angel, I have to say you look ravishing in my clothes even if you look like a fucking pipsqueak in them.”

“It’s not my fault you’re fucking giant! I had to roll up the joggers three times!” I defended while pushing his shoulder.

Noah raised a brow before rolling on top of me, pinning my hands above my head with one of his while the other ghosted over my side. Immediately I knew what he was going to do.

“Don’t,” I warned. “I can’t be held liable for what happens if you tickle me.”

He narrowed his eyes, thinking it over, before he instead plopped down next to me, resting his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him to drag my fingers through his hair.

“This was all I wanted,” Noah admitted after a long beat of silence, wrapping his arms around me to pull himself closer.

“Me too, mochi. I feel like I’m home,” I admitted, eyes suddenly heavy with exhaustion.

I yawned, which made Noah turn the television off before returning to his position of being the little spoon.

“You are home, angel. Wherever I am is your home.”

NOAH

Leaning on my elbow, I gazed down at the sleeping form of Y/N, soft snores falling from her lips as her hair was covering her face. I brushed it away with soft fingers and let my mind wander to last night.

She was here. She was with me, in my bed, and had no intention of leaving. For so long I’ve wanted this, dreamed of it, and now that it's actually true, my anxiety kept trying to tell me that she would end up slipping between my fingers.

My breathing suddenly became erratic, feeling as if someone had their claws sunk deep in my lungs, and white spots danced at the edge of my vision.

Shit. Shit. Not now.

Making sure Y/N was still asleep, I slipped out from beneath the covers and stepped into a pair of shorts and grabbed my phone on my way out the patio doors of my bedroom. The fresh scent of the morning dew that covered the grass filled my nostrils as I did my best to take deep breaths.

I sat cross legged on the deck and with the Calm app open on my phone, I let the familiar sounds of one I usually opted for sink deep within me. My eyes shut as I took countless deep breaths.

Deep breath in. Hold for four seconds. Out for two seconds.

I envisioned Y/N’s soft features of her face. Her bright eyes as I drowned in the color of them. The faint freckles that seemed to over cover her nose. The slight dip between her upper lip. The one dimple on her left cheek that was always prominent whenever she smiled.

Fuck, her smile was one that could light up a room. It was one that made all your problems go away when you gazed upon it.

Holding her in my arms is more natural to me than my own heartbeat. Even now, when I’m sitting here, I think about her. I think about her all the time. Some may say that we’re too young, I just know deep inside the flesh of me, there could never be another.

I was so entranced in my meditation that I didn’t hear the sliding glass door open until two arms wrapped around my neck from behind, soft lips pressing kisses to my cheek.

“Good morning, mochi,” Y/N’s angelic voice sang in my ears.

I grasped her arm with a sigh and opened one eye to peek over at her. “Morning, angel.”

This is real. This is my new routine.

She fell into my lap, locking her arms behind my neck again and kissed me. My hands rested on her hips to keep her within my embrace, not wanting to let her go any time soon.

“Did you sleep okay?” She asked.

I nodded and lifted her chin with a knuckle. “Best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

“I must say you outdid yourself with that bed. Perfect amount of pillows and the sheets are comfortable,” Y/N mused while playing with the ends of my hair.

“Only the best for you, angel,” I smugly smiled. “But listen, there’s something I want to bring up.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

I took a deep breath. “This weekend, I want us to have our first official date.”

Her eyes lit up. “Noah, I’d love that. But I just need to make sure to check my schedule.”

“Nope, already taking care of,” I snaked my hand underneath her shirt to graze over the soft skin of her back. “Malcolm and Chase said that you have nothing planned. So this weekend, you’re all mine.”

“I’m always yours, Noah,” she promised with a kiss to the side of my mouth.

With my heart solely in her hands now, I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in.

“Yes you are.”

Our lips met in a gentle, slow kiss, but when Y/N adjusted herself to fully straddle my lap, I forced my tongue into her mouth and tasted all of her. My nails dug into the skin of her back to hold her closer to me and when she rutted her hips into me, I could feel the heat from her core brush against my hard cock.

I needed her so badly, in any way I could. But for now, I simply enjoyed having her grind against my lap as we sat on the deck, lips attaching to one another. The sun broke through the clouds to warm our already heated skin and with her body on mine and the sound of the running water of the creek, it lulled me into a state of peace that the Calm app couldn’t do for me earlier.

“I love you,” her teeth grazed over my bottom lip.

I grasped the side of her neck, thumb locked on her chin. “I love you too, angel.”

Our tongues began another fight for dominance, her winning this round again, but I never would complain. Y/N could do whatever she wanted with me and I’d still worship the ground she walked on.

“Noah,” she whined, rubbing her pussy over my cock, the thin material of our clothes still causing a barrier between us.

“What do you want, Y/N?” I demanded while nipping at the skin of her neck.

“You,” she gasped when my fingers slipped inside the waistband of her pants.

Fuck, she was soaking wet. My fingers glided over her pussy, gathering her arousal to begin rubbing fast, short circles against her clit.

The sounds of birds singing their morning songs were drowned out by Y/N’s moans, resting her forehead against my bare shoulder, and she bucked into my hand.

“So wet,” I praised, still working fast on her clit.

“I’m so close.”

With her still in my embrace, I stood and carried her back into my bedroom, slowing my pace on her clit immensely.

“Noah,” she groaned. “Why’d you stop?”

Forcing her against the wall, I let Y/N wrap her legs around me just before I attacked her lips in a fever hungry kiss. Now it was me who won the battle for dominance and I forced my tongue into her mouth, ravaging her lips.

“I need to taste you again, Y/N. Need it on my lips,” I grunted while pushing us off the wall and over towards the bed.

Her giggles echoed loudly in the room as she bounced and I jumped on after her.

JOLLY

With a big yawn, I walked into the house with Jesse and Michael close behind. We all spent the night at Chase and Malcolm’s place but now that it was nearing mid morning, we decided it was safe to come back home.

“I don’t know about you guys,” Michael groaned as he rummaged in the fridge, “But I need another couple hours of sleep.”

I snorted my laughter. “What, did Salem keep you up all night?”

“I don’t understand how that little dude has all that energy. Running up and down their long hallway all night. I swore you’d think they had a pet horse,” he exasperated.

Jesse went to say something but he quickly pointed to the kitchen window. “Look.”

We did and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Y/N was sitting on one of the patio chairs with a blanket wrapped around her and a book in her lap. I peered down the hallway where Noah’s bedroom was just as he stepped out, dressed in a pair of black shorts and his Hereditary sweater. Water still clung to his hair as he stepped out into the living room.

“Oh, hey. When did you guys get back?” He asked.

Sharing a glance with the others, all three of us wrapped Noah in a large group hug, finally happy that all the bullshit the last few months was finally worth it.

“Alright, alright,” Noah pushed us away when Jesse began ruffling his hair.

“She looks peaceful out there, I’d say what you were so worried about resolved itself,” Jesse chuckled at first.

He sat on the couch to put on his white socks then white vans. “Yeah. We had a good night. Are you guys cool if she stays?”

I grasped his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “You know we’re more than okay with that. She’s welcome here anytime, Noah.”

Just then, the sliding glass door in the kitchen opened as Y/N stepped through, wearing Noah’s clothes, and gave us all a warm smile.

“Hi!” She cheered. “I was thinking about making some breakfast if you guys are hungry.”

Just then a thought crossed my mind and I ran a hand through my hair. “Actually, I was thinking we could go out for breakfast. I know this great place.”

Noah chuckled while rising from the couch and immediately pulling Y/N into his arms, leaving a kiss to the side of her head.

“Any reason why you want to go there?” He teased me.

I narrowed my eyes as Y/N smacked his chest. “Noah, be nice. But I’d love that! I just need to run home quickly and I can meet you there!”

Michael tossed her her car keys since he drove it over here for her. “Count me out. Your cat kept me up all night with his galloping and biting my toes.”

“Oh, you leave my baby alone,” Y/N pointed a finger at him as he began walking up stairs to his bedroom.

“I’m in,” Jesse smiled. “Give me a little bit to change.

When it was now the three of us, I couldn't help but watch with a smile as Noah walked Y/N to the door, muttering something low in her ear, a red hue creeping across her cheeks.

“I love you, angel,” he brushed a kiss across her forehead.

She grasped his sides, leaning into the kiss. “I love you too, mochi.”

They were not the same people they were when they met. They’ve changed, they’ve grown.

I felt joyous, for this reunion. This is proof that love can exist. The sun has long since risen, the thief of night would come quickly. I stared at my friends, who desperately could not disconnect. I was just so glad. I smiled with a crinkling mouth, and pure heat enveloped my heart for them.

I began to wander in the corner of my own daydream. I couldn’t wait to live a lifetime in these last remaining moments of my own.

Her face came into my mind.

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just that ellie smut i was talking ab w servicetop!ellie and switch r! w a little bit of possessive/protective ellie<333

little warning for gross fratboy (attempted drugging implied)

Ellie had a temper. Everyone knew it. If something pissed her off, like her phone for example, she’d throw it across the room. The TV isn’t working? Hit it. Remote? Slam it on the table. Someone’s pissing her off? She’s either antagonizing them or punching them square in the jaw.

But if someone’s bothering you?

If anyone even dares to look at you wrong, touch you, or speak to or about you out of line— at a party for example, she’s in your ear whispering the most vile things as she stares the person down. She’s got her hands on your waist as she stands behind you, running the flats of her palms along your stomach to get it fluttering. Fuck, she’d try to touch you right there, coming around to stand in front of you and immediately bringing you in for a kiss.

You’d know what she was doing, offering to take her to the bathroom, to which she’d promptly agree. Though, what they didn’t know was how Ellie would be the one sat on the counter, whining and trying to keep herself quiet as you practically ruined her.

See, she loved being on top. She loved hearing you, but in times like these she always needed some extra love and care. Which you were more than happy to give.

However, tonight she denied your offer.

There’d been some frat boy— one she knowingly hated— talking to you, and once he handed you a drink, which you hadn’t seen made, she was leaving her friends and coming to you as you tried to deny his advances.

“I want to go home,” she told you when you offered to go upstairs. You agreed, gladly driving the two of you home with a hand on her thigh to help her relax.

You figured it was only a matter of time before she started to talk about wanting to kill that boy.

“I should’ve killed that idiot,” like you thought. “He was seriously going to try and roofie you, or something.” She was on her phone, furiously texting Jesse to get the guy out of the party. “Should’ve put my blunt out on his face,” she muttered.

She continued grumbling until you got to her apartment, making you chuckle to yourself as you unlocked the door and took off your shoes.

“Are you done yet, babe?” You asked her after she took off her shoes, muttering something about sticking a shoe up his ass and making you laugh even more.

“I’m completely serious,” she said, gaining a nod and a hum from you. “What if I didn’t notice?” You frowned at the sudden seriousness, making her sigh. “That kinda shit scares me. I don’t want anything happening to you— anyone, obviously, but you especially.”

You took a moment to take in the sentiment, biting your inner cheek as you nodded. “You don’t have to think about what might’ve happened, alright?” You turned, setting your keys on the counter. “I’m fine, and that guy’s gone.” You were speaking lamely, her words getting you to think of what might’ve happened, and making you so uncomfortable you just wanted to go to bed and start a new day.

Which you did.

Kind of.

You told Ellie you were going to bed when she went to shower, changing out of your clothes and into one of her shirts and briefs so you could lie down.

By the time Ellie got back, you were still up and texting Dina about what could’ve happened now that it was on your mind.

“I didn’t mean to put that in your head,” Ellie said as she got on a pair of boxers and a shirt. “Why don’t we watch something? Or cuddle?” She suggested, climbing up onto the bed and kneeling beside you.

“Cuddle,” you picked, setting your phone down as she happily lied beside you and put her arm around her waist.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” she said quietly, lips brushing the back of your neck. “I won’t let anyone touch you.” She pressed a gentle kiss there. “Promise.” And another. “You ever feel like something’s wrong… or if anyone’s bothering you, come to me. I’ll deal with it, ‘kay?” Her hand rubbed your waist, and you knew what she was doing.

And it was working.

“What’re you doing, El?” You turned to her and brought your hands to her hips, running them over her boxers.

She knew just how to say things to get you feeling… better. Anything she said could have you melting in an instant when she accompanied it with a soft tone, wet kisses, and possessive touch.

“Whatever you need.” She shrugged, hand coming to your face to cup your cheek and thumb dragging over the plush skin beneath it. She brought her mouth to yours in a gentle kiss, barely pecking your lips. “If you need me, I’ll give that to you,” she said against them, moving to straddle your hips. “Use me if you need to.”

“Ellie,” you warned, hand gripping her hip and making her huff out a breath. “If you want something, tell me.”

Her mouth came to yours again, kissing you with such need that you almost cooed at her. Your hands went to her back, pressing her down before they drifted to her thighs, stroking gently.

She sighed, pulling back to rest her head on yours. “I just want to get this off your mind,” she muttered. “Let me make it up to you. Help you forget.” She spoke between lazy kisses. “I can be good…” She kissed you again, hands coming up to cup your jaw.

Her kisses were slow, head tilting and deepening each one as she slowly started to grind her hips down on you. You stopped her, gripping her hip again and making her sigh. “I love you,” she said in a muffled kiss. She repeated the words over and over, kissing you between each one until you finally gave her what she wanted and took control.

She would never just say she wanted you to fuck her. Somehow, she made it about you and your needs. As if she would crumble the minute she admitted hers.

But you knew. You knew it was really her that needed this.

You pushed her on her back, moving on top of her with her legs still around your waist. You took control of the kiss, pushing your tongue into her mouth. She sucked gently, hands gripping your hips as she groaned.

When you brought your mouth to her neck, her hands fumbled with the band of your underwear. She pulled it down to your knees, tossing it aside when you shimmied out of the fabric. Her hands rested on your ass, kneading at the skin and making you moan against her.

“My pretty baby,” she breathed, hands running up beneath your shirt to get it off and toss it aside. “All mine.”

“All yours, baby,” you reassured as you kissed her cheek, feeling the heat that came to it and chuckling. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” You moved from between her legs, pulling off her boxers before you offered your hands to help her sit up. “Come on.” You pulled her shirt off, smiling at her naked in front of you. “That’s better… You sure this isn't about you feeling better? Because, I’ll help you forget. You just gotta honest with me, sweetheart.”

“Told you already,” she pulled you into another kiss. “That scared me.”

You hummed, pulling back to push her hair out of her face. “Tell me you need my help, Ellie.”

The moment she met your eyes, she was done for, melting into your touch as she nodded in a daze. “Need you,” she muttered, earning another kiss. “Need to feel you— hear you. I need to make you feel better. Makes me feel better.”

There it was

“Lie down,” you told her upon receiving what you wanted.

“Are you sure you’re up for this tonight?” She quickly made sure, before you continued, that you were okay with this tonight. “I’d be more than happy to…” She looked you up and down, eyes taking in every detail of your naked body. “You know.”

You chuckled, knowing if you stopped this now it’d only be cruel. “I’ll do my best.” Ellie laughed at that, smile downturned. “Now, just, do what I say. Lie down.”

She nodded immediately, lying back on the bed. “Whatever you want.”

You brought your hand to her chest, running it down her torso slowly as you brought your mouth to hers. This time, you moved with an intent to get her as worked up as possible, until she couldn’t even remember what she was worked up about before. Your kiss was tantalizing, making her raise her chin in an attempt to get more from you. You obliged her wants, opening your mouth to let her slip her tongue between your lips as you kissed her.

Your hand ran up to her breasts, fingers slowly tracing around her nipples and making her sigh into your mouth. She kept up kissing you, though, knowing if he broke away you’d start the whole teasing process over. Her hands went to your neck, holding either side before one drifted down. She squeezed your tit, gaining a moan from you.

Your fingers lightly pinched her nipple, rolling the bud between your fingers and making her shudder.

She brought her other hand to your other tit, squeezing and beginning to knead the soft tissue in her hands.

She always got caught up in your breasts, paying extra attention to them and leaving you soaked by the time she decided she was done indulging herself. You didn’t complain, though. It made her even more aroused, playing with and fondling your tits while she moaned in your mouth just from that.

Your free hand trailed down her torso, stopping at her lower belly and tracing lazy shapes on the area to make her hips twitch.

“Yeah?” You hummed against her lips, nearly making her whine. “I don’t even have to bother with all this teasing, do I?”

“Never do,” she muttered, words damn near pathetic and making you smile against her lips as she went red. “Fuck,” she breathed into the kiss, slowly getting more embarrassed. “Didn’t mean to say that.”

You laughed. “It’s true, though, sweetheart… Isn’t it?” She immediately responded with a nod, letting you know you were already starting to get her into a submissive state.

You brought your mouth away from hers. She tried to follow you, making you bring your hand to her shoulder to push her down. You brought your mouth to her chest, sucking faint bruises on her skin and lowering them until you reached her breasts. Your tongue slid out as your hand smoothed over her abs, wetting her nipple and making her groan as her hips squirmed.

Your tongue circled her nipple, her hips squirming as she groaned. Her hands roamed your body, trying to distract herself with how worked up she was getting from almost nothing.

You took her nipple between your teeth, rolling gently. She sucked in a breath, but the slight pain made her even more aroused as you licked over the hardened bud. Small kitten licks were enough to get her whining and parting her legs for you, telling you what she wanted and where.

You didn’t respond to her request, only moved to kneel between her legs as you continued to toy with her breasts, licking and sucking to make her even more aroused.

“Baby, please,” she sighed out as your mouth went back to her neck, refusing to touch her anywhere below her belly button and making her go crazy. “Down,” she said, not having the composure to speak properly.

“Down?” You lifted your head, false confusion knitting your brows together. “Down here?” Your hand drifted to her abdomen.

“Lower.”

“Here?” To her lower stomach, you pressed down gently, massaging the area and gaining a moan from her. “Is that right?”

“Lower, baby. Please.”

“Lower…” You looked down, moving your hand to her hip and gaining a frustrated groan. “Not here, then?” You moved your hand to her thigh. “Is this better?”

“Stop it,” she was getting frustrated with you, face reddening and making you chuckle.

“Don’t start acting like a brat, Ellie. I’ll start this over.”

“No, no, no. I’m sorry— fuck— I, just, baby,” she whined, groaning as your fingers stroked her inner thigh. “Baby, I need you so bad.”

“Mhm…” You rocked your hips into hers. “Is that good enough for now?” She nodded eagerly, satisfied with whatever she could get. Especially if it was tribbing. You hummed, gripping her thigh to pull her closer as you ground your hips down on hers. She cursed, moaning as her hands reached up to take your face between them and pull you down. Her lips met yours in a desperate kiss, her mouth sloppy as she moaned into yours.

Your hands went to her breasts, kneading them softly.

When she ground her hips up, you stopped rocking into her, moving back where you were outside her legs, and making her whine. You grabbed her thigh harshly when she tried to squeeze them together, pressing them open so you could bring your hand between them.

Your hand cupped her pussy, still not giving her what she wanted as you palmed her slowly.

She knew, in the end, all this teasing would be worth the orgasm that came out of it, but it was still frustrating in the moment; frustrating enough to make her curse at you.

“Fucking touch me,” she gritted, reaching down to grab your hand.

“Don’t start this,” was all you had to say to get her to drop her hands to her sides, but that didn’t stop her mouth.

“You’re so fucking—“ You cut her off with a harsh slap on her cunt, making her eyes roll back as she moaned.

Yes, she was often on top, and sure, she could be dominant— but that certainly didn’t mean she could disrespect you when she practically begged you to fuck her tonight.

“What was that?” You asked, free hand going to her cheek to drag the backs of your fingers down. “You had something to say, no?” She shook her head. “Good.” As a reward, your fingers began to slowly circle her clit, making her sigh a moan as her eyes fluttered shut. “So beautiful…” You kissed her cheek as your hand went to her chest, feeling her heart quicken as you held her down, stopping her from leaning up to kiss you. “My pretty girl.”

Her hands reached for your waist, attempting to pull you down so she could get her mouth on yours, but you refused to satisfy her.

Her eyes met yours, expression practically begging you to kiss her, but you only sped up the pace of your fingers to get her to keep moaning.

“I don’t wanna kiss you when you’re like this, baby,” you cooed when she tried to pull you down again. You knew she was just getting more submissive, which also meant more self conscious at times. “You sound too pretty.” You kissed the corner of her lips and she turned her head, but you instead moved your mouth to her neck as you ran your fingers down her slit, feeling her tighten around nothing. You hummed a laugh, gently circling your finger around her hole and making her shudder. “What do you want, baby?” She groaned, shaking her head and refusing to answer. “You want me here?” You pressed the tip of your finger into her, waiting for a response.

“Need you,” was her whimper of a response, making you immediately give her what she wanted— no, needed.

She moaned, hips bucking up and pushing your finger deeper inside her.

If there was one thing you loved about sex with Ellie, it was that no matter how mouthy she started out; cursing, teasing, or flat out mocking you, she always ended up hardly able to speak, whining and moaning as she used her hands to grip, push, and pull at you to try and communicate what she wanted.

You easily fit two more fingers inside her, stretching her cunt and making her grip your arm as she moaned.

It wasn’t long before she was unraveling beneath you. You’d brought your mouth down to her dripping pussy when she finally got the courage to ask you. All you had to do was suck her clit into your mouth and she was cumming all over your fingers. You froze, eyes wide as she did the same after clasping her hand over her mouth, realizing what she’d done after she came down from her high.

“Fuck.” She sat up quickly. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” You looked up at her with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, her chest red and heaving. Her skin was clammy, face pink, lips swollen and red, and eyes so dark from dilated pupils that you’d think she was on something.

You pulled your fingers from her, her breath hitching as you looked down at your hand covered in her orgasm. You were still slightly stunned as you wiped your mouth with your other hand, sucking your finger to taste her.

“Keep going if you want to, I— Mm…” You cut her off with your fingers in her mouth, forcing her arousal down her throat and making her moan as she met your eyes.

“You wanna keep going?” She nodded as she took your hand, diligently cleaning your fingers and swallowing down her own orgasm. You grinned, watching as she set your hand aside. She wasn’t sure what to do until you leaned in, pecking her lips. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” you laughed out against her lips. “Fuck, I wish I could do it again.” You spoke between kisses, pecking her mouth eagerly as you laid her back down. “Made me so fucking wet, oh my God,” you kept going, making her laugh as she tried to keep up with your enthusiastic kisses.

“Can I help?” She asked eagerly, still flustered and pulling away from your kisses to run her hands up and down the curve of your waist. “I’ll do good…” She trailed off as her eyes fell to your breasts and then between your thighs. “So fucking good.”

You hummed, nodding along to her mumbling with a laugh. “Lie down.” She frowned. “Just trust me. Lie down.” She did as told, lying back on the pillows.

You moved from between her thighs, moving up to her head and looking down at her. She could hardly contain her excitement, hands reaching for you as you swung your leg over her face.

Her hands immediately gripped your thighs, pulling you down on her face and practically suffocating herself as her tongue licked up your folds.

You couldn’t get a word out before she was making you moan with every breath, her tongue rubbing roughly against your clit and prodding at your entrance each time she lapped up your juices. Her grip on your thighs was so strong it was bruising you, but it only aided in your pleasure as she indulged herself in you.

“Fuck, Ellie,” you moaned as you brought your hands to her hair, gripping it harshly and making her moan against you. Your hips rose and she immediately pulled you back down, working her tongue even harder and making you whine as your stomach fluttered.

Ellie knew you liked to be taken care of, she knew how turned on you got, and she knew you melted in her touch as soon as you made her cum, becoming a whiny, soaking mess the minute you could relax from the dominating position you took and let yourself be pleasured.

And once she finished, she was completely done being submissive, taking on a caring role and tending to your needs… Over, and over, and over again until the night ended with you being the submissive one.

You didn’t mind, nor did you care. Not when she was so rapt in you that she’d completely forgotten about what happened before you got in bed.

Ellie’s only focus, now that you’d done what she needed and wiped her brain of earlier, was you. She knew you crumbled when she touched you, so she used that to her advantage.

She’d fuck you all night long if she needed wanted to.

When you came on her tongue, she didn’t bother stopping. She pulled you forward, turning to the side and forcing you to lie on your back as she moved to kneel between your legs, not once bringing her mouth away from your cunt as she held your thighs in place.

You whined, moans loud and crying as you pushed her head away. She grabbed your hands, interlacing your fingers and continuing with her ministrations on your cunt.

“Ellie, Ellie, please…” Her name was a chant falling from your lips as you begged. What for? You didn’t even know. You didn’t want her to stop; it felt too good, but you were also so overstimulated that you couldn’t control your hips squirming.

Orgasm after orgasm raked over your body as the hours passed, your body becoming putty in Ellie’s hands as your eyes rolled back and muscles twitched in pleasure.

She finally pulled back when your moans were quiet and legs shaking, breathing heavy as she licked her lips. Her eyes were locked on your swollen, red cunt, still dark with lust as she forced herself to leave you alone.

“Fuck,” she muttered as she looked up at you, breaths panting, skin flushed, and pupils blown wide. “You’re so fucking pretty… I want—“

“No more,” you forced out in a breath as she lied her head on your inner thigh, stroking your hot skin with her hands.

She pouted, turning her head to kiss your thigh. “Please?”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #the last of us ellie #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x f! reader #tlou ellie #ellie williams hcs #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams headcanons #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #tlou x reader

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foreingersgod · 6 days

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ok hiiii! i’m the anon that asked for nika! sooo maybe a fic where reader is another players sister (or best friend, whatever you think would fit) and the player brings reader to a game and reader meets nika and it’s like love at first sight? maybe not as cringy as i made it sound lol, but i hope you get what i mean!

💗💗

to requester: i saw your other request and decided i’ll do them separately so we can enjoy more nika content!

Best Friends Sister . NM

pairing: nika muhl x reader

synopsis: you tag along with your parents for your sister’s game, not knowing it would be the best decision of your life.

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paigey: are you coming tonight with mom and dad or no?

you: only if you don’t hit me with another basketball then sure

paigey: i said i was sorry, dude. you should come though, i haven’t seen you for a minute

you: yea sorry, been busy and stuff. i’ll be there!

it was rare for you to attend your sister’s games on a regular basis. as much as you loved her and wanted to support, you were slammed with work and school and friends, the whole 9 yards. plus, watching millions of girls freak out over your sister was not your idea of a good time. but you’d been missing paige lately and wanted to show your sisterly support at least a few times this season.

so there you were, sitting outside your apartment on the concrete steps of the building, waiting for your parents to pick you up for the game. clad in UCONN attire, you picked at the weeds growing in between the cracks of stone.

arriving at the stadium, you could already sense the chaos. seeing all the girls there to see your sister play, it was a weird feeling. but once you made your way closer to the court with your family, seeing how happy paige looked out there, it made you feel insanely proud.

UCONN was up by 6 and your sister was killing it. being able to see her improvement throughout the game was truly rewarding to see. you cheered and hollered for each score until the end of the game finally rolled around, UCONN secured the win.

paige celebrated with her team for a few moments, reveling in their success before making her way to where you all sat. she greeted your parents with hugs, mom kissing her on the cheek and dad patting her back. then she maneuvered to you, dabbing you up before pulling you into a hug or your own.

“you killed it out there loser,” you congratulated “glad i got to see you play tonight, i’ve missed you!”

she laughed “thanks, me too”

paige worked her way around the rest of your family, taking time to chat with everyone. then she pulled you aside, motioning for you to follow her back down to the court.

“what?” you questioned, showing up at her side.

“thought i’d introduce you to everyone, plus aaliyah hasn’t seen you in forever and has been begging to see you”

you were always close with a few a her teammates, some of them being in paige’s life for so long that they became a part of your family. aaliyah, you were especially close with. but a lot of her other, newer teammates, you had yet to meet.

when you arrived on the court, paige leading you to the team, you started to spot some familiar faces. aaliyah ran over to you the second she saw you. pulling you into a bear hug and scolding you for not visiting more often. you greeted ice, too, congratulating her on a good game. it was nice to see them all again, catching up for lost time.

while in a conversation with aaliyah about how your job was going, paige politely pulled you aside again. she dragged you through the small crowd saying “i wanna introduce you to someone, i don’t think you’ve met yet”

finally, she stopped pulling you, coming to a halt just in front of the bench seats. paige was right, some girl you didn’t recognize sat on one of the seats, wiping the sweat from her brow and catching her breathe.

“hey, nika, i wanted to introduce you to my sister, YN!” paige said over the havoc of the stadium.

she looked up upon hearing paige summon her, eyes moving from paige’s and then to yours. she caught your attention right away, and suddenly, nothing else mattered once you locked eyes with the girl.

nika, you recalled paige calling her that, was the most beautiful girl you’d seen in your entire life. you studied every feature of her face right in that moment. her hair, you could only imagine how soft it was, pulled back in a near ponytail. her rosy cheeks, flush from exhaustion and excitement. her pearly white teeth that were so bright when she smiled at you. she was perfection if it were a person.

she was examining you as well, you could tell by the ways her eyes flickered between your eyes and down to your lips (triangle method iykyk). for a faint moment, it was just the two of you, lost in each others gaze. there was something about her, you couldn’t place it, but you wished you’d never have to look away.

unfortunately for you, your day dreams were interrupted when paige spoke up, confused by the silence.

“earth to nika” she waved her hand jokingly in front of her face “did you hear me? this is YN”

her eyes painfully pulled away from yours, looking at paige in surprise “right! sorry, i think i’m still a bit light headed”

she stood up, walking towards you and extending her hand out to you “very nice to meet you, YN, i didn’t know paige had a sister!”

your throat fell dry as you took her hand, gently shaking it. her touch lingered as her fingers swept against yours “nice to meet you too! yea i’m kind of all over the place and not around much so the team hasn’t seen a lot of me recently”

she eyed you again as you spoke. she tucked loose hairs behind her ear, smirking in a sultry manner.

“i get it, life’s busy” she bit her lip just enough for you to notice “but i’d..um-i’d like to see you around more”

“yea, hopefully i can stick around for a few more games” you joked, trying to hide how flustered you were.

“i’ll count on it” she said, then turned back to paige as she fumbled around in her bag, getting ready to leave “hey i gotta go catch up with a few people, but i’ll see you tomorrow?”

paige nodded, saying her goodbyes for the evening.

“see you around, YN” nika remarked, shoulder brushing against yours slightly as she walked past you, leaning in to whisper to you “and uh, do you think that maybe…maybe i could grab your number from paige or something? only if it’s ok with you”

you nodded your head vigorously, “yea, yes that’s more than ok with me”

she nodded back, flashing those dazzling teeth at you again before rushing across the court. you turned to face paige and saw the contorted look on her face.

“what the hell was that?” she asked.

“nothing” you suppressed a smile “it’s nothing”

that night, after the excitement of the game had worn off and you were back home, you were tucked into bed about to fall asleep. your phone buzzed abruptly, cashing you to roll over and pull it from its charger. your eyes squinted shut from the bright light of the screen.

unknown: hey is this YN? it’s nika :)

you didn’t have to think twice before responding and creating her contact.

you: it is, hi nika <3

nika: sorry to text you so late, paige was…very hesitant about giving me your number lol, but i was hoping i could take you out sometime if you’d want?

you: haha she’s annoying sometimes i’m sorry!

but i would love to you out with you!

nika: great! are you free friday? maybe 6ish?

you: definitely, it’s a date <3

you couldn’t stop smiling as you texted the rest of the night. who would have thought a basketball game would have changed your life completely?

#nika muhl #nika mühl #nika muhl x reader #wcbb #wcbb x reader #uconn wbb

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flowercrowngods · 14 days

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was tagged by my forever love @aphroditestummyrolls to post some lines of an unpublished wip with no context

Eddie takes a drag of his cigarette, the biting hot smoke hitting the back of his throat and clawing its way into his lungs, going as deep as he allows and leaving a permanent mark that brings neither relief nor calmness tonight. His fingers shake where they’re pressed to his lips, but the rest of him is unmoving where he sits on the front porch of his new trailer.

It’s quiet out here. It’s always quiet in Hawkins these days, the city a fucking ghosttown.

And he knows it’s not because of their one loss. He knows it’s not because of him. But still the emptiness is stark and the silence oppressive. Everyone still looks for him, months after. Dustin still begins to speak, cutting himself off mid-sentence, and Robin still stands with enough space to either side, like she expects him to just show up and invade her space like the home he made for himself in there.

And somewhere among all that is Eddie. With his very own history. Or, non-history, as it turns out.

He takes another drag, not quite exhaling before he obliterates the cigarette and fishes for a new one before the butt even hits the ground.

Fumbling with the lighter in his pocket, he only gets as far as placing the smoke between his lips before a hand snakes into his field of vision to snag it from his mouth.

“Hey,” he complains halfheartedly but makes no attempt at getting it back, watching instead as Robin comes up to sit beside him, grimacing at the stink of tobacco that must be heavy around him.

“You’re disgusting,” she says with no real heat behind her words.

Eddie shrugs, because yeah, sure. He’s been called worse things. Robin’s called him worse things. This is her being nice. Her complaininig about his incessant smoking is nothing new. What is new is what she does next, placing the cigarette between her own lips and reaching for the light he’s been holding in a loose grip since she arrived.

Robin starts coughing immediately, pulling a face at the disgusting feeling of smoke in her lungs and tobacco on her tongue. But she keeps going. Eddie can only watch in surprise and mild horror.

“These things’ll kill you,” he says then in an echo of her usual sentiment, aware that he sounds as bewildered as he feels.

“Well,” Robin says, aiming for casual, but quickly interrupted by a wheeze and a cough that’s almost adorable. “Let them try.”

tagging with no pressure at all but bc i’m a nosy bitch: @momotonescreaming @sidekick-hero @steddieas-shegoes @henderdads @puppy-steve and whoever sees this and wants to tease their unpublished wips

#steddie #steddie fic #except steve didn’t make it #and nobody copes well #this is one i never even talked about outside of dms 👀 can you believe??

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waitimcomingtoo · 7 months

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hoax ~ p.p

chapter ten: here’s to us

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“Here we are. One little lady safely dropped off at her dorm.” Peter said as he carefully landed outside of your dorm. Even after your feet were on the ground, you didn’t let go of him.

“Before you go.” You began. “I wanted to tell you that-“

“Oh my God. There you are.” Kate shouted from the top of your dorm stairs. You turned around as your friends pulled you out of Peters arms and into a hug.

“Are you okay? We were so worried about you.” Gwen asked as she smoothed your hair down.

“Who was it?” MJ asked. “I’ll kill him. I have a knife.”

“It’s true.” Kate nodded. “I’ve seen it.”

“I’m okay. Spiderman got there in time.” You said and gestured towards Peter.

“Oh, hey Peter. Thanks for bringing her back.” Kate said and nodded at him. Your stomach dropped when you heard this and you whipped your head in her direction.

“What did you just say?” You whispered.

“I said hey.” Kate shrugged.

“To Spiderman?” You asked.

“To Peter, yeah.” Kate nodded. You looked back and forth between the two of them but no one seemed as shocked as you were.

“Who told you that?” You whispered harshly.

“Peter did.” Gwen replied.

“You know too?” You gasped.

“Yeah. He told all of us when we were looking for you.”

“You told them?” You smiled in surprise and turned to Peter.

“I thought they should understand what happened to you.” Peter explained.

“So everyone knows now?” You asked and looked around at your friends.

“Yep.” MJ nodded. “We all know that Peter put on an old ninja mask from fifth grade instead of telling you who he was during a pivotal moment in your relationship.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.” You realized. “That was kinda insane actually.”

“Sorry about that.” Peter said sheepishly.

“It’s fine.” You laughed as Kate took your hand.

“Come on. You need to tell us everything that happened.” She said as she tugged you up your dorm stairs.

“And you need a thousand showers.” Gwen said out of the corner of her mouth.

“That’s what I said.” You told her as they led you to the front door. Peter watched you leaving and sighed. He was glad you were safe and with your friends but disappointed that you weren’t going to finish your conversation.

“Bye.” He called after you.

“Oh, bye spidey.” You called over your shoulder and waved.

“See you tomorrow.” He mumbled and turned to leave.

“Hold on guys. I’ll be right right back.” You told your friends and ran after Peter. You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around.

“Thanks for saving my life. Again.” You laughed shyly.

“Anytime.” He nodded. “But hopefully it never happens again.”

“You never know. I hear it’s pretty dangerous to be Spider-Man’s girlfriend.”

“Yeah.” He sighed sadly. “You’re right. It is.”

“I know. I mean, look at what happened tonight. We don’t want something like this happening again.”

“Definitely not.” Petey agreed. “This guy was just some wacky loser but the next guy might be an actual threat.”

“Yeah. Maybe it’s better if we stay away from each other then.” You told him, making his heart sink. As much as he wanted to protest, he knew you were right.

“You’re probably right.” He reluctantly agreed as his heart ached in his chest. He stared at you and tried to memorize you and the way you looked tonight in case he never got to look you in the eyes again.

“Thank you, though. For everything. It was really nice while it lasted.” You said sincerely as you squeezed his hand.

“For me too.” He smiled sadly. “It was really nice.”

“Goodnight, Spiderman.” You squeezed his hand again and started to walk back to your dorm.

“Goodnight.” He said and watched you until you were safe inside. You turned and waved at him before going in and he weakly waved back. He let out a sigh and walked home alone. He could’ve swung home, but he felt too sad to do something that usually brought him joy. Your relationship with each other was 100% over now with no change of reconciling. The small hope he once had that you’d find your way back to each other was now gone. He cried as he trudged home and was grateful that his mask covered him. But when he remembered that he’d still be with you if he had just taken the mask off sooner, he no longer felt grateful for it. He just felt misery.

A few days later, Peter sat alone at a library table as he waited for Ned. He was mindlessly switching back and forth between different tabs when your backpack dropped onto the table.

“Hey stranger.” You said as you sat down beside him. Peter looked around for who you were talking to but saw that he was the only one there. He looked at you in confusion and you nodded to let him know that it was him you were talking to.

“Nice shirt, by the way.” You said and nodded towards his shirt with the pun about electrons and being positive. He looked down at his shirt and then looked at you in disbelief.

“Thanks. You too.” He complimented you, just like old times.

“This old thing?” You said playfully and tugged on your shirt. Peter punched his leg under the table to make sure he was awake and winced from the pain. Now that he knew he wasn’t dreaming, he was even more confused.

“I don’t mean this to sound rude, but why are you talking to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You shrugged.

“I thought you said we should stay away from each other?” He quietly reminded you. You slowly turned to him and looked shocked.

“I said that to Spiderman. Have you been listening to my private conversations with that completely separate person?” You whispered. Peter stared at you in confusion until you cracked a smile. That’s when he realized what was going on.

“Actually, he’s a friend of mine. He tells me everything.” Peter played along. “And I heard that he was very upset about you wanting to stay away from each other.”

“Interesting. Then would you mind asking him why did he let me walk away? Cause I’ve been wondering.” You asked him. Your tone was playful, but Peter could tell you genuinely wanted to know.

“Because he loved you enough to value what you wanted more than what he wanted. He knew it was more important that you were safe then it was for him to be happy, so he let you walk away. Even though it killed him.” Peter answered honestly. You stared at him for a minute before smiling sadly.

“That’s exactly what I figured when he didn’t run after me that night.”

“He wanted to.” Peter assured you. “But he couldn’t live with himself if you got hurt because of him again.”

“That’s probably why I fell in love with him.” You shrugged. “Because he does things like that.”

“Don’t give him too much credit.” Peter laughed sadly. “He’s a major idiot too. He lies to the people he loves.”

“He’s definitely an idiot for not coming clean in the first place.” You agreed. “But I can’t say he didn’t try to tell the truth sooner. I just didn’t let him. And I think it’s time I stop punishing him for that.”

“It is?” Peter asked as hope grew in his chest.

“Well, I’ve been thinking.” You began.

“Uh oh.” Peter chuckled. “That’s never good.”

“Shut up. Now I don’t want to tell you.” You playfully shrugged and turned away from him.

“What? Please. You have to tell me. What were you thinking about?” Peter whined and shook your arm.

“Well, ever since Spiderman and I broke up, I’ve been pretty lonely.” You admitted.

“Oh no. That sounds awful.”

“It is.” You agreed. “But it made me think about giving you and me a try. You know, since you have a crush on me and all.”

“You and me?” Peter asked through a stunned smile. You took both his hands and brought him closer so you could privately.

“I never actually got to know what it was like to date the guy under the mask. And dating Spiderman might make me a target, but Peter Parker doesn’t have any enemies. At least, as far as I know.” You said quietly so no one could overhear.

“There is a 9 year old who wants to kill me for beating his high score on the Pac-Man at the arcade on 54th street.” Peter admitted.

“Well does he own a gun?” You rolled your eyes.

“He’s a 9 year old from Queens. Of course he has a gun.” Peter replied, making you laugh.

“My bad. But I think I can live with that threat over my head.”

“Are you sure?” Peter asked as he stared into your eyes. You stared back into his and smiled fondly.

“I’m sure. I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, Peter. I want to start over and be with you as you. No masks. No lies. Just you and me.”

Peter was so overcome with emotion that all he could think to do was lean in and kiss you. But before your lips could touch, you put your hand on his lips and pushed him back a little.

“Hold on. Before we get to that, I need you to promise me. No lying this time, okay? I need full honesty 100% of the time.”

“I saw a picture of your dad when I went to your parents apartment and I thought he was really handsome and I was gonna tell you that you looked like him but then I thought that might be a weird compliment and then I had a dream about him that night where we got married and when I lifted up your veil at the alter it was your dads head on your body but I kissed him anyway.” Peter said all in one breath. You were quiet for a while as you digested all of that and Peter held his breath until you spoke again.

“Okay.” You said finally. “Maybe we don’t have to be honest 100% of the time.”

“I missed you.” Peter smiled fondly and felt his tears come to his eyes.

“I missed you too.” You admitted before pulling him into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around Peters neck as he cupped your face to pull you as close as possible. You kissed for the first time without either of you having something to conceal your identity or block your eyesight. You were finally able to run your hands through his hair while knowing exactly what it looked like. You could feel his eyelashes brush against your face instead of feeling the edges of his mask. Peter wanted the kiss to last forever, but your friends had other plans.

“Ew. Gross.” MJ grimaced as she sat down. You and Peter pulled away when you heard her and saw the rest of your friends approaching the table. Peter was a blushing mess and you were looking down with an embarrassed smile.

“What’s all this then?” Ned asked and pointed between you and Peter.

“So you and Peter worked things out. What a nice happy ending to a weird little story.” Gwen smiled and leaned her chin on her hand.

“I know. Let’s never bring up the Spiderman era okay, again?” You told them. “Not my brightest moment.

“He wore a freaking ninja mask to tell you he loved you.” MJ cracked up at the memory as you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah. I don’t know why I felt I could say those words but not show you my face, which you had already seen a thousand times.” Peter added to the conversation.

“And I don’t know how I never recognized your voice.” You wondered. “Or smell. Or body language. Or eyes. Or mouth. I saw your mouth a lot both and Peter and as Spiderman. You even have the same mole on the side of your mouth. How did I never realize that?”

“Love is blind.” Kate shrugged. “Not as blind as our Y/n apparently.”

“It’s a plot hole. Don’t think too much about it. Just enjoy the happy ending.” You said and waved your hand in dismissal.

“I would I’ve been upset if this didn’t have a happy ending.” Kate admitted.

“I think a lot of people would’ve.” Ned agreed. “I’m just glad you finally came clean and everyone knows everything they need to know.”

“Me too.” Peter said as he wrapped an arm around you. You cupped his face and kissed his before leaning into him.

“In the spirit of the new terms of our old relationship, I have to say that I honestly love you, Peter. And that’s it’s honestly nice to say that to your actual face.”

“I like it too. And I honestly love you too.” He replied as he looked into your eyes.

“And I honestly can’t believe you followed a stranger to his car and were surprised he threw you inside.” MJ snorted.

“I honestly can’t believe that either. Or that he wanted you to get arrested for breaking the speed limit.” Gwen recalled. “Huh. What a weird semester.”

“Hopefully next one is better.” Peter said.

“And far less eventful.” Kate added. You looked around at all your friends and reflected on the crazy past few months before lifting your water bottle into the air.

“Here’s to us.” You stated. “And the weird things we talk about when we’re all sitting together.”

Everyone humored you by taking out their water bottles and raising them in the air. You all clinked your bottles together while cheering,

“To us.”

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THE END

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The Hybrid’s Treasure

Klaus Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 945

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write a one shot about Klaus looking after reader as a favor to his sister and he ends up falling in love with her? Klaus doesn't realize it until he gets overly protective of a guy who hits on her. AND How about a jealous story reader gets mad at Klaus for flirting with a girl in front of her.

Rebekah dragged you into the large mansion while you protested about her plan the whole time "Look you are going to need somewhere safe to stay after what you pulled." She informed you as you stopped in the lobby.

"I really don't." You mumbled. "They aren't those types of people." "Well Elena, Caroline and Bonnie aren't but the boys will want to kill you the moment that they realise that I'm gone and that you're the one that helped me," Rebekah answered. "So what did you bring her here for little sister?" You both looked over at Klaus standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Yeah what did you bring me here for?" You asked. "Because brother you are going to protect her," Rebekah answered. "Why would I do that?" He asked, "she could be a spy." "He's right, you know." You nodded and Rebekah rolled her eyes. "You're not a spy," Rebekah muttered as you looked at her. "We owe her nothing, Rebekah." Klaus glared at you. "Well if it wasn't for her I'll still be passed out on the floor of the Salvatore house, she was the one who helped me get out," Rebekah answered. "Look you don't have to keep me here, I'll just go." You waved them both off attempting to turn away from them and leave but Klaus was standing right in front of you. !No you can stay if not for protection then as a hostage, we'll see which one you end up as." Klaus smirked, Rebekah rolled her eyes as she pulled you away from her brother and showed you to one of the many spare rooms, she told you that she'd go and get all of your stuff later. Klaus then assigned you two hybrid guards and said that you weren't allowed to go anywhere without them going with you; that was the start of your relationship with Klaus Mikaelson.

The first time that your attitude changed towards the Hybrid was during a ball, one that he had set up and invited everyone to, this was the first time that you were seeing your friends again after deciding that they were picking a fight they could not cope with. Honestly what they had done to Rebekah wasn't fair she gave them no reason to believe that she was going to betray them, she just wanted to go to prom. You were standing to the side hoping to stay out of view of everyone "Looks like you've settled in well." Damon glared at you. "Hello, Damon." You mumbled as you took another sip of your drink looking for somewhere else to spend your time. "Can I help you with something?" "Don't know if there is anything that you can tell us about the hybrid?" He asked and you looked at him and shrugged. "Nothing useful." You answered as you attempted to walk away from him. "Hey!" He gripped your wrist tight and you grit your teeth as you turned to him. "Let go of me." You ordered. "I don't think so," Damon smirked but before you could do anything else his hand was detached from your wrist. "You heard her." Klaus' familiar voice said as he flung Damon's hand back at him, Klaus wrapped an arm around you and led you away from the vampire. "You're okay?" "I'm fine. Thanks." You answered, "I'll leave tonight." "Why would you do that?" Klaus asked, he would never admit it but he had gotten used to having you around the house, you made Rebekah happy and you stayed out of his way and despite everything his secrets were safe with you. "You just saved me, everything is equal." You answered and he looked at you. "You don't have to leave." He finally said. "I think Rebekah would kill me if I let you leave now, especially after I've seen the danger your in."

In the next couple of months, you and Klaus became closer than anyone would have expected and before long you were invited to every party that he went to and were never allowed to be too far from him, however, one night after you realised that you might be feeling more than a platonic love for Klaus he decided the only way to have fun was to have a girl on each arm, you rolled your eyes and walked over to the bar "you seem annoyed is that your boyfriend?" A guy asked as he came to sit down next to you. "No, just a friend." You answered as you looked back at Klaus who caught your eye and then looked at the guy sitting next to you. "Maybe I can get your full attention then?" He asked. "Mmm no, what you're going to do is walk away and never talk to this girl again," Klaus said, putting his hand on the guy's shoulder and making sure the compulsion worked. "Do you have a problem?" You asked. "I think you're the one with the problem love." He answered. "You're allowed to have fun with all your girls but I'm not allowed to talk to anyone else while you're busy?" You asked. "I guess we haven't spoken about this love but you're mine now." He smirked, "you were mine the moment that Rebekah walked you through the door." "And you're allowed to have whoever you want?" You asked, he leaned down until there was no space between you. "I don't want anyone else." He said softly "realised that the moment that you started talking to that guy." "Really?" You asked. "Mmhm." He hummed smiling softly before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "Shall we have some fun love?"

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visionofvoid · 1 year

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how they ask you out/how you ask them out - part one

Carlos Sainz:

Ezekiel was the first to notice that the two of you were interested in one another, though you would both deny it. He wasn’t annoyed with the fact that his best friend might have feelings for his sister, out of everyone Carlos was the one man that wasn’t family he would trust with you and it went the other way, Ezekiel knew you weren’t someone that was only interested in him for the life he could promise you. So, he made it a small mission of his to set the two of you up during the holiday season.

The two of you had been stealing glances at one another throughout the small and intimate Christmas Eve dinner that Ezekiel and his wife, Magdalena, had planned. The kids were now tucked away in bed, excited for the next morning where they would receive their presents from Santa. The four adults now sat in the cosy living room, Magdalena tucked under Ezekiel’s arm. You and Carlos were on opposite ends of the other couch, both yearning for what the other two had.

“Sorry we didn’t make it out to see the lights, I know how much you loved that before you moved.” You shrugged your shoulders, sending your older brother a soft smile.

“I’m just happy the kids are in bed at a good time for you. Always next year.” Carlos knew that this was his opening, though he needed to make it seem friendly, especially that they were seated in front of his best friend and her older brother.

“I have nothing else to do tonight. How about I take you?” You couldn’t hide your blushing cheeks fast enough and had hoped that he wouldn’t notice it. Ezekiel tried to contain his excitement, his wife elbowing him in the stomach to quieten him down. “What do you say?”

“I’ll go get a jacket.”

Charles Leclerc:

“You just gonna stand there or introduce yourself?”

Charles wasn’t used to extroverted girls in clubs. He knew they liked to play coy, give him signals using their eyes from across the room in the hopes it would make them look alluring, mysterious, and yeah, sometimes it did work. But he was just taken back as she stopped dancing and looked at him. Her friends continued dancing, forming a circle behind her yet still keeping a close eye on her in case she showed signs of being uncomfortable.

“Charles Leclerc. And you are?” You bore a grin on your face, your eyes floating from the shoes he wore to the top of his hair.

“Emotionally unavailable, incredibly high maintenance and not from around here.” He seemed confused at first before letting out a chuckle, the music bringing either more people in to dance or to see who caught the attention of the Ferrari driver. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll tell you my name if you take me somewhere nice.” Charles tapped his pockets feeling everything he needed inside; his wallet, his phone, his car keys. What did he have to lose? It wasn’t as if this was the start to some sort of fairytale. No, this was simply going to be a fling for the two of them, no matter how much she was intriguing. One night will have to do.

“Where would you like to go, belle?” Charles questioned, smirking as your cheeks flushed red.

“You're the local, you get to decide.”

“If I get to pick then this might become a date.” He was feeling cocky, sure of himself.

“Better make my last night here worth it.” You had a funny feeling about this and not in the ‘this guy might take me somewhere secluded and kill me’ way, but in a way you felt an immense amount of excitement.

Daniel Ricciardo:

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad, am I?” Daniel was having a rather bad day. Not only did you beat him to his favourite car spot yet again but his ex was creating and spreading horrible rumours about him. Everyone knew his character, what he was like and knew he would never in a million years cheat on his partner so it hurt that Heidi would stoop that low to try and get back at him. Their relationship had simply run its course, it was nothing malicious, or so he thought.

You were tasked with getting some data from the fan favourite driver and he was being nothing but rude and arrogant. You and Daniel had never really seen eye to eye much to the dismay of your uncle but you kept everything professional for the sake of your job. You thought Daniel was exuberant and couldn’t understand why he didn’t like you. He seemed to ignore you before finally sighing.

“Just having a shit day.”

“Well, you seem to be having a shit day all the time. You can either let it get to you, let it consume you or you can bounce back, show whatever is making you all hot and broody and moody that you’re so much better without them.” Daniel looked up from the simulator chair and right at you, knowing you were right. “Go out and get a drink with some friends or something.”

“I don’t really have anyone here at the moment. They’re either all back home or racing or, yeah. Lame, hey?” You had never seen Daniel this down before and you weren’t a fan. You’d much rather him glare at you, beep his horn at you when you take his beloved park, just anything but mopey and sad.

“Well then how about you come to mine? I have wine, tequila, beer and two parking spaces so we don’t have to battle it out to get the best one.” You offered. Daniel knew from other workers that you were bubbly, incredibly kind and friendly and this was his first time experiencing it, when he wasn’t letting his own ego get the best of him. “It’s not a date, so don’t let that get to your head. Just a nice person offering a few hours to forget about what’s going on. What do you say?”

“Tequila you said?”

George Russell:

For the most part you would stay home with your mother and two brothers but on the occasion you would surprise and visit your father throughout the season. You were quite lucky in the fact that you could work from wherever; travelling, home, in a park or cafe. Being a travel blogger meant that visiting your father and step-mother was literally a part of your job. You documented the second last race of the 2022 season which was a delight for your fans that were familiar with your father and with Formula One. Whenever you travelled to visit and watch a race you made it so it was like a travelling special. It was your first time in Sāo Paulo and it was the first win for Mercedes and George for the season.

George was over the moon, absolutely elated with the win and to be standing on the podium. He was surrounded by people ever since he finished the race with reporters wanting to congratulate him, with his teammate and team principal wanting to start the celebrations early. He had noticed that with every race he was in where he did well, finishing on the podium regardless of whether it was third, second or first place, you were always there, cheering him on from the back of the pit. It was almost as if you were a lucky charm, seeing you would always encourage a good race.

You heard a knock at your hotel room door as you were getting dressed for the dinner and drinks that was organised on behalf of George’s win by her father and Susie. You knew it would turn into one big party after a few hours so wanted to wear something comfortable but lightweight. You hair was parted in a messy bun as you got up from the chair where you had all your makeup stationed, walking to the door to open it without looking through the peephole. You were shocked at first but offered a bright smile.

“George! Congratulations!” He was still in his racing suit meaning he only just got back to the hotel after the end of the race press conference and interviews. “You should go have a shower! We only have an hour and a half until we’re to meet everyone downstairs.” He just stood there, looking at her whilst she rambled on. “George?” He seemed to break out of his trance. “Is everything okay?”

“Let me take you out sometime? Just us, no one else. Like a date. Actually, I don't want it to be ‘like’ a date, I want to take you out on a date.” He paused for a moment before taking a deep breath in and out and started again. “You have absolutely consumed every thought of mine ever since I met you and I want to get to know you more. I feel like I drive the best I can when you’re at a race, not saying I need you for me to win a race, oh goodness that sounds horrible. Y/N, may I take you out on a date?”

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thesweetnessofspring · 8 months

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Katniss Wants Kisses: Part Three

Katniss is fed up with getting no physical affection from Peeta during their training for the Quarter Quell, so she takes matters into her own hands. Read part one here. Read part two here. Or read the whole thing on ao3. Rated T.

The next day is Saturday, our rest day, and I don’t see Peeta. It’s not unusual, but he often stops in to make sure I’m eating all of my calories for the day. When I think of the massage and how he jumped up to leave, I burn with embarrassment, something I’d never felt at Peeta’s reaction to anything I’ve done before. And then I get angry, because I know he liked it, from the sounds he made and the fact that if he didn’t love me, he wouldn’t be trying to save me from the Quarter Quell.

Well, fine. If he’s going to act like I have the pox, then I can return his distance just as much as he can. More, even.

I start and run the four miles without him on Sunday, briefly passing him as I return to Victor’s Village. We ignore one another as we move through our exercises, with Peeta extra hard on Haymitch today until our mentor threatens, “Do you want to get killed before you’re in the arena?”

Then over lunch with the three of us all sullen, Peeta says, “We need to hurry up. Gale’s going to be here in ten minutes.”

“Gale?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“He’s showing us how to make snares and traps.”

Haymitch sighs. “Great. Just what we need. Another bossy teenager.”

I wolf down the rest of my food, chewing so hard my teeth hurt. Gale? Gale? Why would Peeta do this? My body flushes as the massage pops into my head again and I hate Peeta. I hate him for what a jackass he’s been since the Quarter Quell announcement. I hate him for ignoring me and I hate him for bringing Gale into this training that should just be me, him, and Haymitch. I could show them what we need to know just fine when it came to snares. Gale might be the better trapper, but I can hold my own.

When Gale comes over, he lays out his wire and rope on the kitchen table, Haymitch and Peeta on either side of him, taking in the instruction basics, while I slouch on the opposite end, glaring at both boys. I know everything Gale’s showing them anyway. At the end of the afternoon, with Haymitch and Peeta having a few of the basics under their belt, my mother comes in and asks who would be staying for dinner.

“This food is the one thing I don’t hate about this training,” Haymitch says. “Count me in.”

“I can stay as well,” Gale says, though he’s looking at me. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Gale had always refused anything we offered him, unless we’d gotten it from the woods. Things have gotten worse in District 12, but I know Haymitch is paying Hazelle well for keeping his house. I flex my jaw, not liking where this is going.

“I’m having dinner with my family tonight,” Peeta says. “But thank you for the offer, Mrs. Everdeen.”

It could have been happenstance, but the timing of everything feels too off. Peeta hadn’t mentioned Gale coming until today and now Peeta had to leave while Gale was staying? He hadn’t even talked to me about it.

“I’ll see you out,” I say, the first words I’ve spoken since Gale arrived.

Peeta’s gaze shifts uncomfortably from me to others in the room, as if hoping someone else would join us or stop me. But no one does and I walk with him to the front of the house.

“You should teach us wrestling,” I say. I’m not letting Peeta win this. As much as we were working together, we also had opposite goals to get the other one home. For some reason, this feels inextricably linked to making sure Peeta returns to Twelve at the end of the Quell.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll call Madge and see if she can–”

“We don’t need Madge,” I say.

“You need a partner.”

“You’ll be my partner.”

Peeta throws me an incredulous look. “I’m so much bigger than you.”

“Like everyone else in the arena will be I’m sure. I need the practice.”

I can see the conflict Peeta is figuring out in his head as we stop by the front door with the stained glass panels. I am right that I’ll be one of the smallest competitors in the arena, and most of the Careers have kept up their own fitness by teaching at their academies. It’s my weakest area and I have to have a plan in case it comes to hand-to-hand combat. But it also means being close to me physically. We’d all heard the jokes about the wrestling team before, no matter how reclusive.

“We can start going over basics tomorrow,” he agrees in a rough voice.

And I’m so deliciously gleeful over this win, I throw my arms around him in a hug. He rocks back for a second and I cling to him tighter, my forehead pressing against his neck and closing my eyes so I can bring him all in. The width of him as my hands just barely overlap against his strong back, the way his Adam’s apple travels up and down my forehead as he swallows, the way he can be both firm and soft underneath me, the perfect balance. Peeta lets his arms come around me once and gives one gentle squeeze before his hands at my waist pull me away from him.

I’m not going to act desperate, so I step back and try to put on that cocky expression again, but there’s a slip of pain in Peeta’s face before he smoothes it over again, making me falter as well.

“See you tomorrow, Katniss,” he says. “Enjoy your dinner.”

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rafesangel · 1 year

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MAYBE ITS A CRUEL JOKE ON ME

Pairings : Asshole!Xavier x Kind!Reader

summary : ^^

Warnings : Bullying, Crying, Angst with a fluffy ending, making fun of someone, stuttering.

“Fuck off!” Enid yelled at the boys walking past, who were making fun off me, why? I don’t even know, i bet they don’t know either. I was always so kind to everyone, but it seemed like no one appreciated it. Except my Best friends, Enid, Wednesday and Yoko.

“Are you okay angel?” Yoko asked, pulling me into a tight hug, while Enid gave me a concerned face, and Wednesday was probably thinking about a way she could kill the guys.

“Cant we just- wait no thats to noticeable..” Wednesday looked down again, thinking of another idea, “Well anyway, Again, are you okay?” Yoko asked again, while tears ran down my face.

“I don’t even know why they’re doing this to me, i-i haven’t said anything mean did i?..” i widened my eyes by the thought of doing anything or saying anything mean, that wasn’t like me and i knew it.

“What? No of course not!, Xavier and his ‘friends’ are just a bunch of little assholes. They don’t deserve your attention.” Enid almost screamed telling me that, while Yoko wiped my tears away with her thumbs

“I know it!” Wednesday yelled behind us “what?” We all said in Unison “we can maybe lead them in the woods and then the monster will do its job!!” Wednesday said with a slight smirk. “Yeah lets bring you inside..” Enid widened her eyes and pulled Wednesday inside.

TIMESKIP NEXT DAY

I was in the quad, sitting at a table with Enid, Yoko and Wednesday. Just the usual, when Xavier came up to us again, i sighed and turned my head to him “what, Thorpe.” I gave him a annoyed look and he looked ‘shocked’ as i gave him that look. “calm down L/N, i just wanted to ask if you wanted to meet me in the woods? Tonight..” He asked looking down at me “uhm yea sure i guess, text me okay?..” he nodded and walked away.

“Why’d you say yes?” All the girls asked me, giving me confused faces “i-i dont know i just wanted to know what he has planned.”

TIME SKIP TO THAT NIGHT

you stood in the woods with your phone in your hand, sending Xavier your Location.

from , Xavier Thorpe

Okay im omw

To , Xavier Thorpe

Okay, hurry up pls, its freezing and scary here.

Half an hour later you were still waiting, you’re called him 5 times, but no reaction. You’ve texted him a lot, no reaction.

to , Xavier Thorpe

Voice message 1 : Xavier hurry up. Im freezing

Voice message 2 : where are you Xavier.

Voice message 3 : you know what, fuck you im leaving.

You slid down the tree and buried your head onto your knees, tears from your face, dripping to your legs. You pulled out your phone again and FaceTimed the girls

*Cute Vamp Joined the Call*

*Bimbo Joined the call*

*Hot Goth Girl Joined the call*

Y : Love where are you, wait no. Where is Xavier?

E : He definitely didn’t show, asshole.

W : I’ll slit his throat.

YOU : c-can you guys p-please come pick me up, I’m so f-fucking scared and tired.

All : where on our way.

They all waved goodbye quickly hung up.

Not even 5 minutes later they stood in front off you, Wednesday pulled my up and opened her arms “w-what are you doing?” I asked her “you don’t want a hug?” she asked , my mouth formed into a ‘o’ shape and pulled her into a hug.

TIME SKIP NEXT DAY IN CLASS

“Hey how was your date with Xavier last night? Oh thats right he didn’t show!” Rowan teased me while Xavier walked up behind him “oh sorry love I totally forgot about our little date.. maybe next time!” He chuckled.

“Xavier leave the poor girl alone..” he heard behind him, it was his Ex, Bianca Barclay. She was sitting next to Enid’s boyfriend, Ajax, who gave Xavier a disgusted face. “And why should i do that?” He asked looking down at me “because its fucking sad what you are doing! You left her alone in the woods last night!” Ajax yelled at him.

Xavier suddenly yanked me out of class, but he went with me “let me go!” I yelled at him “no i want you to listen to me!” He raised his voice at me so i turned completely silent.

“I like you, okay?!, thats why I’ve been such an asshole to you.” He raised his voice again but it also went softer. “w-what?.. i don’t get it why should that be a reason for you to be such an asshole?..”

“Because i wanted to forget about you, but this totally didn’t help..” he walked closer to me, as he suddenly pulled me in a gentle, soft kiss. My face showed off 5 different colors of blush. “Your cute.”

“We should ditch class!” I shouted quietly, as he widened his eyes “didn’t expect that from you, but sure”

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Asgardian Possession – Kinktober 14

Summary: You are his.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Kink: possessive behavior

Rating: lightly explicit

Warnings: possessive behavior, light smut, protected sex, biting, forced voyeurism, Loki’s tricks

A/N: A short but naughty drabble.

A/N2: idea by anon

Words: 850+

Kinktober 2022

“I bet he tried to kill her.”

You glare at Clint.

“Would shut up, Barton?”

“Not for a million bucks,” Clint smirks as you try to ignore the staring contest going on between Loki, his brother, and two over-protective super-soldiers.

“Brother.”

“Thor.”

“What did you do this time? Did you try to kill Lady Y/N? Yes or no.”

“I would never try to kill my favorite pet. She’s the only one getting my humor. Plus, she makes the best food. I can’t digest the food they offer me on Midgard. Y/N always takes good care of me.”

“That’s no excuse for locking her up in your room, Loki,” Thor’s voice booms through the room. “Brother, she’s not one of your servants. Lady Y/N is a good friend to the Avengers and me.”

“She’s like a sister to me,” Loki’s eyes darken as Steve dares to step closer to you. He grits his teeth while slowly sliding his daggers out of his sleeves to press the tip of one dagger into Steve’s chest and hold the other against the super-soldier’s throat.

“BROTHER!”

“Hands off!! Y/N is my pet. No one can touch her but me,” Loki sneers as Bucky tries to step in front of you. “Last warning. Pet, come over here.”

“She’s not some animal,” Bucky grunts. “Stay away from Y/N, or you can have a taste of my fist.”

“Try me,” the raven-haired trickster gives Bucky a sinister smile. “I bet you can’t even throw a punch before you ended up losing your mind.”

“Brother, don’t,” Thor warns again. “No fighting and no illusions to mess with our allies’ minds. You promised to behave.”

“I promised not to kill them. I didn’t say a thing about keeping them from killing each other.”

Loki just loves semantics.

“Loki of Asgard. You will not use your powers on one of them,” the blonde Asgardian calls for his hammer. “If you don’t listen to me, I’ll send you to…”

“Guys, can you stop fighting,” you finally speak up. “I stayed at Loki’s room on free terms. He didn’t force me to stay. Uh-we read a few books, and talked about Midgard, Asgard, and stuff.”

“Stuff. Right.”

Clint doesn’t believe a single word leaving your lips. He can see it in your eyes. You are lying to all of them to protect Loki.

“You are hiding some things from us, young lady,” your roll your eyes. Entrance Tony Stark. Your self-declared father. Or big brother. Depends on his mood.

“ENOUGH!” Loki’s hands turn blue for a moment. “Get away from my pet. Everyone knows I laid claim on Y/N and her body.”

“Loki.”

You sigh as said man wraps his arm possessively around your waistline. He glares at the men in the room to make sure you belong with him. “Darling. Let me tell them to back off.”

“I told you to stop acting like I’m your most prized possession. Stop calling me pet,” you mutter under your breath. It’s no use. Loki already made up his mind. He won’t back down now.

“I will lay claim on you whenever I want to. Pet, follow me to my chambers.”

“Room,” you correct.

“Chamber.”

You give up for now. “Fine. Bring me to your chamber…”

“Mine. That’s what you are,” Loki is like a man possessed. You didn’t get far and ended up in the communal room. On the couch. “Look at you, filled with your God.”

“Loki, we should go to your room.”

“No.”

He pins your hands above your head. “Loki,” you can only watch him move on top of you. He digs his knees into the couch, and gyrates his hips to hit that spot he always finds so easily. “Fuck.”

“Look at me,” holding his gaze you whimper. Loki looks like he’s about to eat you alive. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“’m yours…”

“Yes you are,” he growls. “Everyone will know it after tonight. Pet, be more vocal. I want you to be as loud as possible.”

You wrap your legs around his waistline and dig the soles of your feet into his ass. His pale skin seems to glow in shades of blue when he speeds up. You can already feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“I want you to cum for me,” you cry out in pleasured pain as it seems his cock just turned a little colder. “Now, pet.”

“FUCK! I … Loki! What are you doing?” arching your back you push your tits in his face. Loki greedily takes the chance to bite your tit again to leave yet another mark. “Cold!”

“YES! I will freeze your pussy if you don’t admit you are mine!”

You fear he’ll tear the condom with his powers.

“Sick bastard,” Steve still fights Loki’s influence. “Let us go or at least look away.”

“No,” Loki licks around your nipple. “I told you that Y/N is mine. You all disagreed so, here we are. Is my godlike cock inside of her cunt proof enough?”

“Brother, I’ll kill you…”

“Nah, you will watch me fuck my queen…”

Loki smirks as your eyes drift toward your friends frozen to the spot.

Loki will force them to watch you get devoured by the God of mischief.

Over, and over, and over again…

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Baby Steps

Fandom: Twilight

Characters: regressor!Bella Swan, caregiver!Charlie Swan

Words: 2,900

Summary: After Edward leaves, Bella is left in a shattered, dissociative state. Her father doesn’t know what to do, but eventually he starts to put the pieces together and discovers that age regression might be a way to get through to his daughter again.

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of depression: lethargy, dissociation, disordered sleep and eating. Hurt/comfort with a lot of angst. A lot of feelings about mental health and helplessness.

for @little-biscuit2

It had been almost three months.

Three months, and Charlie didn’t know what to do.

It had never felt more like he lived alone. Bella spent most of her time in her room, and when Charlie coaxed her down for food or to watch TV, she didn’t seem to process any of it. He had even tried putting on reality TV instead of sports, but her blank expression didn’t change, her eyes reflecting the glare of the television.

She didn’t eat if Charlie didn’t feed her, and even then her appetite was small: she was losing weight and she was already too thin to begin with, in Charlie’s opinion. She swung between oversleeping and sleeping far too little, with Charlie coming in and finding her sitting in her chair, gazing out the window well past midnight.

He had just been getting to know his daughter: independent, clumsy, smart as hell, always taking care of the people around her. And now she was gone, retreated somewhere deep inside herself, and he had no idea how to get her back.

It was killing him. It was killing both of them.

Charlie had Renee fly in for a weekend, just to see if that would shake Bella out of her fog. Bella had smiled, and hugged her mother, but it didn’t reach her eyes, and she still wouldn’t speak more than a few sentences. Renee wouldn’t stop holding her, and Bella just laid in her arms, her expression as still as the lake in the morning, and revealing just as little.

Renee had cried, and Charlie had given her an awkward hug, and made food for everyone. Renee stayed for two nights, and left in tears. Bella hadn’t moved to comfort her, had hardly seemed to register Renee’s presence.

‘Desperate’ didn’t begin to cover the way that Charlie was feeling.

Bella’s grades were dropping, though she seemed willing to be driven to school and to walk through her classes in that same disconnected haze. She didn’t participate, and only occasionally finished her homework. Charlie had met with her teachers and they were willing to give her some leeway, but their worried expressions left Charlie feeling sick. He was her father, he should have been able to help.

He should know what to do.

“Bella! Time for dinner,” Charlie announced, opening Bella’s door. He never would have entered her room without verbal permission before all this started, but now he knew that she wouldn’t come downstairs to eat unless he came to fetch her.

She sat in her chair, arms wrapped around her knees, eyes fixed on the trees outside her window. This was how Charlie usually found her.

“C’mon, Bells, we got homemade mac and cheese tonight. Very fancy.”

Bella didn’t respond. Charlie came closer and squatted beside the chair, trying to catch her gaze. Her eyes didn’t move from the window.

“Sweetheart, will you look at me? It’s dinnertime.”

Still nothing.

At this point, Charlie usually had two choices: he could let Bella be, or he could bring up the food to see if she would take it and start eating once it was in front of her. But today, he was tired and worried and couldn’t bring himself to leave his daughter’s side.

“You’re scaring me, Bells. If you don’t come down with me, I’m going to have to carry you down.” From Bella’s blank expression, she either didn’t hear him, or had no opinion on this proposal. Charlie clapped his hands on his knees and rose to his feet. “Alright, let’s go.”

She was already curled up, and Charlie took a moment to judge the best way to pick her up. He was getting on in years, but his job demanded that he stay in some kind of shape, and he was confident he could get her downstairs.

“Here I come,” he warned her, and then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up out of the chair.

Finally, Bella’s expression changed: she looked surprised, eyes flashing wide and then moving over to Charlie’s face. Then a furrow appeared between her eyebrows, like she hadn’t expected to see him.

“Hey Bells, we’re taking you down for dinner. Do you want to walk?”

Bella shook her head and even shifted slightly in Charlie’s arms, getting comfortable. She was far too light for a girl of her age, and Charlie was even more determined to get a decent dinner into her. Still, he couldn’t hold her for too long, so he headed for the stairs.

He carried Bella all the way to the little table in the kitchen, pushed out one of the chairs with his foot, and settled Bella down on the seat. She looked more aware than before, and her eyes followed Charlie to the other seat.

Their food was already on the table, and Charlie pushed Bella’s bowl towards her with the spoon beside it. “You gotta eat. Mac and cheese, right? It’s still hot.” Bella’s gaze flicked down to the food in front of her, then back to Charlie. “It’ll be good,” Charlie added.

Seeing that Bella was making no motion to pick up the spoon, Charlie sighed.

“Do you want me to feed you? I will, so help me.”

To his surprise, Bella opened her mouth like a little baby bird. It was such an unexpected gesture that it startled a laugh from Charlie. How long had it been since he’d laughed?

“Okay, you got it.” Charlie got up from his chair and came to stand beside Bella’s, scooping up a spoonful of cheese and noodles. “Here it comes.”

Bella accepted the food and chewed, then opened her mouth again. Charlie laughed a second time, still overtaken by the ridiculous scene of feeding his newly-eighteen-year-old daughter like she was two years old again, but also relieved that she was eating at all.

The second and third scoop were similarly accepted, but then Bella didn’t open her mouth again.

“Well, you can’t be full already,” Charlie said. “Come on, kiddo, two more spoonfuls.”

No response. Charlie poked the spoon into Bella’s lip, which got some cheese on her face, but didn’t change her expression.

“Alright, we’re getting silly then. If you don’t want your dad to get silly, you better eat the pasta.” After giving Bella a few moments with that statement, Charlie nodded and got the spoon ready. “Here comes the airplane, Bella.” He dutifully flew the spoon around with some airplane noises, and watched Bella’s eyes start to follow it. “It’s coming in for a landing, open wide.”

Finally, Bella opened her mouth and accepted the food.

Charlie pulled out all the stops for the rest of the meal: airplane, train, very important delivery: he wiggled the spoon and made the kind of sound effects he hadn’t made for sixteen years.

But at the end of it all, the bowl was empty. He’d gotten a fair amount of cheese on Bella’s face, but she’d eaten every last spoonful.

“Good job, honey. Thank you for eating,” Charlie said, somewhat exhausted by the ordeal. His own food was cold, but he was satisfied with the situation. “Do you want me to get you cleaned up, or would you like to do it yourself?”

Bella blinked at him, and Charlie nodded. That would be his job, then.

“Can you drink this water while I’m gone?” He pushed the glass towards her. “Both hands, sweetheart.”

To his surprise and delight, Bella wrapped her hands around the glass and raised it up, beginning to drink.

Charlie retreated to run a cloth under warm water. Returning, he saw Bella had drank half the cup before setting it down.

“Still want dad to do the honours?” he asked, offering Bella the cloth.

When she made no move to accept it, Charlie leaned over and started wiping the cheese off Bella’s face, finishing with a flourish.

“There you go. All clean.” He couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to the top of her head on the way back to the sink. “Should we go and watch some TV, then?” Charlie dropped off the cloth and returned to Bella’s side, offering a hand to hold on the way.

Bella put up both hands, stretched towards him.

“Fair enough,” Charlie shrugged, and scooped his daughter back up into his arms, carrying her over to the couch. He held her the same way Renee had on her visit, with her chest and head cradled in his arms, her legs laid out on the couch. “Do you want to watch the game, or do some scrolling?”

Bella was already staring at the screen in faux attentiveness, as if she hadn’t processed that Charlie hadn’t yet turned on the screen. She didn’t seem to have an opinion, so Charlie turned on the television and started flipping through channels.

He could feel Bella perk up when he flipped onto some kind of kid’s cartoon, so he left that playing. It was mind numbing wash of colours and songs, but Bella was leaning forward and her eyes were actually tracking the characters, so Charlie let it play for a whole hour before turning it off and carrying Bella upstairs to bed.

Charlie left her on top of the covers, with her pyjamas laid out beside her. Whether she would change and get under the sheets or just sleep in her clothes, he wasn’t sure, but he made sure to keep the temperature turned up in case she didn’t make it under the covers.

Then he pulled out his laptop, and pulled up the search engine.

Charlie learned a lot that night, about trauma and depression and age regression. He booked Bella an appointment with a doctor in Seattle, which he probably should have done a long time ago. He also ordered a few things online, curious and cautiously hopeful.

It was possible this evening had been a fluke, but he was willing to do anything to help Bella back to being herself again.

It took over a week for the supplies to reach Forks, and Charlie was doing everything he could to help Bella in the meantime. He didn’t want to cross any of his daughter’s boundaries, so he never helped her get dressed, but he started tucking her in at nights, singing lullabies until he saw her eyes close. He woke her up in the morning with breakfast in bed, and changed the sheets after dropping her off at school, to get the crumbs out.

In the evenings he would feed Bella her supper: sometimes she would lift the fork herself and he would sit back and let her eat, but when she looked at him with unseeing eyes, he would pick up her fork and start with the airplane noises. Every empty plate was a victory.

When the package arrived on his doorstep, Charlie picked it up and took it to his room, then unpacked it. He had gotten some bath toys, and a pacifier, and a soft blanket with ducks on it. He’d also picked up a couple of Bella’s favourite books from her childhood: Anne of Green Gables and The Chronicles of Narnia, new copies with beautiful embossed covers.

But the last thing he found himself holding in his hands, unable to let go of, was a brown stuffed dog: the exact same style as one of Bella’s first stuffed animals. She’d gotten it as a gift from one of her mother’s relatives, and they hadn’t been able to pull her away from it. Bella had chewed the ears bald and eventually pulled off one of the legs, and they’d gotten rid of it when she was ten. But here it was, soft and shiny as the first time Bella ripped it out of the tissue paper with her chubby little hands.

Charlie wasn’t sure that Bella would even remember the toy, but he thought it might be nice to have something to hold.

So he tucked away the books and the toys and the pacifier and the blanket, and he went to Bella holding the little dog.

Bella was sitting in her chair, staring out the window in the same direction as always. It hadn’t escaped Charlie’s attention that she was looking into the woods, towards the spot where Charlie had found her collapsed on the night after the Cullens left. Towards the last place she had seen Edward.

“Bells, honey, I got you a present.”

No reaction. That wasn’t unusual.

“It’s a silly little thing, but I thought you might like it.” Charlie shifted from foot to foot, already feeling uncomfortable with the build-up. “Here you go.”

Without further hesitation, he presented Bella with the stuffed animal, holding it out in front of her. Bella slowly looked at Charlie’s hands, and then at the dog. Her forehead creased in that same little mark of confusion that Charlie had become familiar with, when she was brought back from wherever she went in her absence.

With one hand, she slowly reached out and ran a finger down the nose of the plush puppy. Charlie put the stuffed animal onto her chest, half-cradled by the arm that was still in her lap. Bella blinked and looked down fully at the stuffed animal. She curled her arms all the way around it, and held it to her chest.

Then she looked up at Charlie and burst into tears.

Charlie panicked for a moment, retreating several steps from the sudden distress. But then it occurred to him that this was the first time he’d seen Bella cry since the day he found her in the woods. There had been no break to her blank unresponsiveness, and this was just as shocking as if she’d burst out laughing. Was this a step backwards, or was this progress?

Either way, Charlie steeled himself and went over to pat Bella on the back. She reached out for him with both hands, in a gesture that was becoming familiar. The dog fell to her lap and she stopped to pick it up, then tried to reach out for Charlie again.

Charlie scooped her up into his arms, stuffed dog and all, and made his way over to her bed so that he could sit down with his daughter in his arms. She was sobbing and gasping and there were tears running down her face, and Charlie didn’t know what to do except hold her. He cradled her on his lap, rocking vaguely back and forth, and just held on as her body shook.

“It’s okay Bells, it’s gonna be okay,” he murmured, over and over again.

The crying lasted for longer than Charlie thought was possible. His back was starting to hurt from all of the rocking back and forth, but he kept it up. Eventually, led by memories of long nights taking care of Bella as an infant, he started humming a Bon Jovi song. As though in response, Bella’s sobs slowly started to subside. Before long, she was lying heavy in his arms, and he wasn’t sure if he’d managed to put her to sleep. That cry had seemed exhausting, but the atmosphere in the room felt a little bit lighter, somehow.

Charlie gently guided Bella back from where her face was pressed into his shoulder, lying her down on her pillow.

Her eyes blinked open, still shiny with tears, and Charlie grabbed a Kleenex from the bedside table and started cleaning her up. There was snot and tears everywhere and his shirt desperately needed a wash, but he dutifully wiped off his daughter’s face, then held a new Kleenex up to her nose and said “blow your nose.”

Bella obliged, and Charlie got her to do the other side as well, then tucked away the tissues.

“Good job, kiddo.” Bella looked at him, her eyes clear in the dim light of evening coming through the window. “Hi, Bells.” Charlie touched her nose gently, and smiled.

Bella smiled back, a sudden dawning of happiness across her face. Her hands curled around the new stuffed animal, and Charlie could finally believe that everything was going to be okay.

Epilogue:

Alice liked to check on Bella every once in a while.

She didn’t believe that Edward had done the right thing in leaving Bella, and had worried over the months that Bella had been unresponsive: Alice’s visions of Bella’s future were changeable, and there were some futures in which she saw that Bella never emotionally recovered from the abandonment.

But then, something changed.

Suddenly, Bella’s future settled into a more secure form, something that Alice hadn’t expected. She saw Bella cradled in her family’s arms, first her father and then the flickering of possible future friends. She saw Bella crying, and laughing, and smiling. She saw Bella drinking from bottles full of milk, having her hair brushed by gentle hands, playing with dolls.

Alice went to Jasper and folded herself into his arms, hiding her smile against his chest. It was the kind of smile that would be accompanied by tears, if she had still been human enough to cry: a bittersweet loss and relief at the same time.

She had loved Bella, had wanted to be her sister one day. Even this side of Bella made Alice want to be there for her, to hold her and cradle her. But now that she was certain Bella could be happy without Edward, without the dangerous world of the supernatural, and Alice could let her go.

“Are you alright?” Jasper asked, soothing her with a hand on her back and a touch of his powers, washing over her.

“Bella is feeling better,” Alice said, still not letting go of her mate. “She’s going to be okay.”

Jasper hummed and held Alice close, tucking her head under his chin. He didn’t say anything, but Alice knew he understood.

They held each other, and wished the best for Bella Swan.

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