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luvrgirl555 · 4 years

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what does leaving mean? --S.R.

an: lol more angst this is apparently all i can write. pls check out my other fics and stuff and maybe follow me and send some requests!! also i am currently writing a part 2 to illicit affairs if anyone cares

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warnings: angst

you sat alone on the sofa.

waiting.

you hadn’t received a text from spencer yet, but since he insisted you both have location sharing on your phones, you knew he was in DC.

the case had been long, which meant it was probably draining, and he was probably tired.

you ran your hand across your face with a large yawn and just tried to think.

very suddenly you felt small kicks from the inside of your stomach and you rubbed the spot gently. you always tried to keep your stress to a minimum while pregnant, knowing that the baby could definitely feel what you feel, but you couldn’t help it.

the keys jangled outside of the door as spencer let himself in and you heard him sigh loudly.

he hadn’t noticed you yet.

he walked into the kitchen after dropping his bag at the doorway.

you didn’t have the energy to tell him to hang it up tonight.

you heard him open and shut the fridge in the kitchen, possibly looking for something, possibly just looking to be curious about what his wife and daughter had been eating while he’d been gone.

you heaved yourself off the sofa and walked into the kitchen as softly as you could and saw him brewing a pot of coffee.

“coffee?” you asked.

he looked up as you walked towards him and his eyes immediately softened while he held his arms out to you.

you gave him a hug best as you could with your belly and looked up at him.

“watcha making coffee for?” you inquired again, “it’s late.”

he pointed to a stack on the dining room table of what you assumed were case files.

“god, spence, why not just come to bed and worry about this in the morning?” you pleaded.

“i can’t, y/n, we’ve talked about this,” he replied, stubbornly. sometimes his best and worst quality.

“talked about letting your wife sleep alone for weeks at a time?”

he scoffed, taking the coffee and pouring it into one of his ungodly large cups.

“maybe if you started taking sebaticals to teach again? you could be home more..” you wandered, which made him stomp over to the dining room table and sit down without another word.

you followed him, slower, since your pregnant body couldn’t go as fast as his long, skinny legs.

“spence, i’m sure emily would approve of them,” you sat in the chair closest to him.

“no! god, we’ve been over this, the team needs me,” he snapped and you gulped.

“the team?” you remarked.

he looked up at you and you saw a small spark of anger in his eyes, something you rarely saw, and something rarely, if ever, pointed at you.

“yes, the team.”

he was being sarcastic. mocking you.

you knew he would react this way when you brought it up so you’d put it off for weeks until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“the team that got you thrown in jail? away from your wife? away from your daughter?”

his hands sounded louder than they probably were, mainly because the house was so quiet before he slammed his hands on the dining room table.

you shook your head and looked away from him.

“y/n, this is my life,” he spoke sternly.

“no, spencer, it’s not. this is your job,” you gestured to the piles of paperwork.

and as if right on cue crying was heard from a small voice upstairs.

“this is your job,” you repeated, “your life is right here. decide whether you want it or not.”

as quickly as you could stood up and half expected him to grab your hand or follow you up to your daughters bedroom but he didn’t. he didn’t follow even though he could hear your cries as you climbed to the top of the staircase.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

emma quickly stopped crying when you entered her room, but noticed that your cheeks were wet just like hers when you sat down on her bed.

“mama, why sad,” she muttered in her toddler voice, trying to sneak out of the covers to lay her head on your shoulder and try to wrap her arms around you.

“mama’s sad because you are, sweet girl,” you wiped away the wet tears from her cheeks while she tried to mimic the action for you which made your heart melt.

“emma no more sad,” the small girl gave you a toothy grin which made you return a small smile.

you helped her back under the covers and placed a kiss on her head.

“sweet dreams, baby,” you said and when you stood up she quietly muttered something.

“what is it, ems?” you asked.

“daddy home?” she asked and your heart broke. she looked so small and hidden under her blankets as she pulled them close to her face.

never wanting to lie to your daughter you said, “yeah, daddy’s home, he’s just working late,” you said and she nodded sadly, unfortunately having to understand what that meant.

“i love you, baby,” you said before closing her door completely not convinced you could keep it together much longer.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

spencer could feel the keys jangling in his hand as he unlocked the door, finally unlocking it, punching a code into the security system and locking the door again.

he dropped his bag on the ground next to the door, something that he knew bothered you, but he told himself he would fix it the next morning.

it was late.

he walked up the stairs in a rush, taking off his coat and tie in the process and stopping at his daughters room, quietly opening the door to peek inside and fully opening it when he noticed that she wasn’t in her bed.

his mind went to the next option that she could possibly be asleep in his bed with you but when he entered the room the shared bed was neatly made.

your suitcase was gone.

your phone, wallet and keys were gone.

emma was gone.

and you were gone.

he decided.

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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Hey Nikki! Could you do a perfectly wrong drabble of reader thinking she is pregnant? thank you <3

perfectly wrong | drabble [10]: why are there multiple kinds of pregnancy tests for Taehyung to decide between?

word count: 1.9k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, pregnancy scare (use protection and use protection well, folks!)

note: this ended up being a little longer than i thought lol sorry! hope you enjoy still. i also just whipped this up before going to bed so this is pretty raw - excuse any mistakes pls. love me still 🥺

"Fuck!" You yelled as you ran to the bathroom as a huge wave of nausea hit you yet once again this morning. You were abruptly woken up early in the morning due to the feeling, not getting much rest after the first time you hurled last night's dinner into the toilet bowl. Taehyung had just walked into your apartment, mouth slightly open as he furrowed his brows watching you run off to the bathroom.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He says, swinging the bathroom door open as you dry-heaved into the bowl, curse words trailing shortly after. He crouches to your level, rubbing your back and holding your hair out of the way.

"I don't know, I just woke up feeling--" He watched as you threw your head back into the toilet bowl, a little bit of the water you had taken down earlier coming back up. "Really shitty." You continue after you spit.

"Shit, did you eat anything bad yesterday?"

"I don't think so? Nothing seemed suspicious." You pointed at him weakly. "And you look perfectly dandy being that we ate at the same places." You rested your back against the wall, eyeing how god-like your boyfriend looked.

"I'm sorry, love." He pouted. "You okay to get up now? Let's get you in bed and I can run out to grab whatever you need me to grab." You sat there, pondering on your thoughts for a second. The food you ate last night didn't seem bad, but also you never know. However, you were starting to freak out mainly because of the countless, amazing, 'let me rearrange your guts' type of sex you've been having with your boyfriend. That thought always has to be taken into consideration.

"What's the date today?" Taehyung quickly whips out his phone to check the date on his lockscreen.

"The 20th. Why?" Your eyes widened. You were supposed to get your period 5 days ago. Albeit, you've always been on a weird, irregular schedule ever since you were younger. Getting on birth control somewhat helped regulate that, but lately it hadn't been wonky. You usually got it on the 15th. "Why, baby?" His eyes started to widen.

"I'm late, Tae. I should've gotten my period 5 days ago."

"Okay, let's not panic. We can't assume just yet, right?" He begins to slightly freak out, but he's doing his best to keep his emotions in check. He was worried as hell now, not only because you were hurting but because this?

Lord, please. If you get me out of this one, I won't slap Y/N's ass ever again.

Don't get him wrong, he really wanted to be a father. He had always dreamed of having a good sized family with the love of his life. But right at this moment? He wasn't ready. You weren't ready. You both were just trying to survive school and that was already work on its own.

"Right." You say, but you're fucking screaming internally. Jesus fucking christ?!

"Let's get you in bed. I'll grab you some gatorade and soup while you get some more rest." He says, helping you up. You loved his cologne and taking in his scent, but today you couldn't deal. You sat on the edge of your bed, immediately grabbing the trash can next to your night stand and puked a little bit more acid.

"God, I'm so tired. Let this be ooooover." You whined as Tae tucked you into your sheets and wiped your face clean with a warm, wet towel. He folded it in half, placing the towel onto your forehead to help regulate your temperature as much as possible.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I hate seeing you like this." He kisses you on the cheek. "Don't drink water just yet, it doesn't seem like you can keep it down. I'll come back right away, okay? Try to get some sleep."

"Can you grab a test?" He swallows the lump in his throat.

"Yeah, of course." He smiles toothlessly, watching as your eyes slowly droop and shut close, the exhaustion from all this effort hitting you out of nowhere. Tae was worried sick, and he honestly wished he could snap his fingers so that the things you need would just appear and he wouldn't have to leave you alone.

He gets to the closest convenience store that would have everything you needed in one place. He grabs you a few bottles of gatorade, making sure to grab you the blue Glacier Freeze bottles because he remembers you saying that's the only flavor you grew up drinking. He grabs a couple of ingredients to whip you up some chicken noodle soup later once you're able to tolerate the gatorade at the very least. He also grabs a few unnecessary things like snacks for you both [mainly him cause it's based off of his own cravings right now] and then makes his way over to the aisle that has the condoms and pregnancy tests.

Tests?

Multiple kinds?

How the fuck is he supposed to know? Does one differ by the other much? They all look like the same fucking stick. They all look like that game of pick up sticks.

His eyes go from one box to another, mouth slightly hanging from how overwhelmed he is right now. This one says 6 days sooner, but the other box has two sticks for the price of one? He's assuming that's a nice safety blanket to have an extra stick confirm your results. But there's also one box with two sticks AND the 6 days sooner message.

Then a box with 4 sticks?

"Hooooly mother of pearl, fuck it." He says, grabbing the one with 4 sticks and the 6 day message. That's the gold for him. It makes him feel a little better knowing he could look at all 4 sticks. Does Y/N even have enough pee for this? He's about to make his way out of the aisle when he passes the condoms and lube.

Heh, no lube cause I make my girl hella wet already.

But condoms? After today, he was highly thinking about it. But lord knows how much he'd hate to have to wrap it up like that. Condoms are for sure your friends, but that raw feeling when he's inside the girl he truly loves - Exquisite. Chef’s kiss. Absolutely irreplaceable.

He eyes the boxes one more time before a little elderly lady walks past him in the aisle. She looks at him, smiles, then looks at the condoms before looking down at his basket with the pregnancy tests.

"A little late for that, don't you think?" She chuckles as she jokes to herself.

Well, damn? Like that??

He purses his lips into a fine line before rushing out of the aisle and making his way to the self-checkout lanes. He quickly checks out, not realizing he had gotten a little distracted from his own thoughts.

Getting back to your place, he notices you're still sound asleep. He takes your trash out and dumps it down the trash slot outside of your door. He cleans up a little in your living room, folding your blankets neatly and lighting your favorite candle. He washes the dishes left in your sink as he waits for the stove to heat up. He starts to whip up that chicken noodle soup for you so it would be ready.

Once he's done, he grabs a bottle of gatorade and sits on the edge of your bed, gently brushing the hair out of your face.

"Here baby, drink some." He says, handing you the opened bottle. You stir in your position, sitting upright in order to get some of the gatorade into your system. You hope you can keep it down and make some progress. "I got you the tests." He shows you the box with 4 sticks.

"Damn, babe. Four sticks?" He clicks his teeth and points a finger gun at you.

"The more the merrier, amirite?"

"I should probably do those now." You take your time standing up with Tae right beside you, making sure you don't get dizzy or lose your balance. In the bathroom, you stand and stare at the box for a little, reality kind of settling in for you. This is actually happening right now.

"Hey, whatever happens, I'll be right here, okay? We'll figure this out." He reassures you, giving a kiss on the side of your head as you silently nod and open the box. You sit on the toilet, Tae helping you swap out the sticks until you no longer need to pee. He sets the aside the sink carefully, putting on a timer on his phone.

"Fuck. I can't just sit here and watch." You dig your head into your hands.

"I almost bought condoms." He chuckles, trying to brighten the mood.

"Taehyung and condoms? No way. My boyfriend would never."

"I would if absolutely necessary - and by absolutely necessary, I mean like today o’clock." You shoot him a look, the statement only heightening your anxiety. "But! I didn't, okay! We'll be fine, we can't assume."

"You're pulling out next time."

"I mean if you let me bust my load on your—"

"No, you're gonna cum in your own fucking hands after today." You furrow your eyebrows angrily.

"Baby." He laughs. "That's no fun."

"Taehyung, we're sitting in my bathroom waiting for four pregnancy tests to show their results!" His timer goes off and suddenly you feel sick again.

"I guess we'll find out if I'm daddy in a few minutes." You smack him on the chest.

"Don't ever."

"Please, ladies first." He nods towards the sticks.

"You!"

"Why me?"

"It's your sperm that did this!"

"Woah m'lady, it takes two to tango!"

"Pick up the goddamn sticks." He clicks his teeth.

"Fuck, fine!" He picks up the stick. "Oh my god, baby." He says, gasping with his mouth agape.

That's it. You're gonna fucking cry. Everything is turning into white noise. Yes, you wanted a family but all of this shit was happening so quickly you couldn't even—

"You're not pregnant." He says in the same dramatic tone.

"I'm going to fight you!" You shriek at him, grabbing the sticks to double check. You see one single line across all four sticks, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You start to cry a little, causing Taehyung to laugh and pull you into a hug. He knows how stressed you just were and he knows this moment alone must have taken a lot out of you. He can't help but wanna cuddle you in his arms for the rest of the day.

"Oh never again, love."

"Don’t get me wrong. I wanna have your babies but I’m not ready to right now."

"I fully agree, 100%."

"I'll call my doctor tomorrow just to make sure we're in the clear." He nods.

"Feeling a little better?" You shake your head.

"Honestly, I still feel like shit."

"Go sit in bed, I'll bring the bowl of soup to you." He kisses you on the nose. "I love you."

"I love you, too." And that's what you do - sit in bed while your man brings your bowl of soup that he delicately prepared over so you can get something in your system. Luckily, you were able to hold both that and the gatorade down and that's what your diet consisted of for the rest of the day.

The good ol' doc says it's nothing but a dumb stomach bug and that your birth control is just playing mind games with you, showing you the results to confirm the negative pregnancy test. He demands you take it easy and get lots of love in the mean time until you fully recover from whatever thing you ate that day that wasn't prepared carefully.

You live and you learn. Life is all about that, right?

"Never again, Tae."

"We don't mean that." He whines as he chases after you walking towards the car.

"You try being in my shoes during a pregnancy scare then!"

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heavenlyhollands · 6 years

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Complicated (Sam Holland Imagine)

Summary: Your friends with benefits situation with Sam gets a little messy when you go to Montreal with him

Word count: 4.2k+ (wow)

A/N: Just in time for the actual wrap of chaos walking lol!! Also I’m so sorry this took so long to get up I rewrote the ending like 7 different times. I hope you guys enjoy and pls send in anymore requests you have!!

Things between you and Sam were….complicated, to say the least.

You were stuck in this strange place, somewhere between friends and lovers. The status of your relationship was never spoken about, and you certainly weren’t going to be the one to break the silence.

Though complicated, you loved what you had with Sam. You had started out as friends, then growing into best friends, and then eventually becoming best friends who occasionally (okay...way more than occasionally) hooked up. It was like the fun part of the relationship without the responsibility and work….at least, that’s how you wanted to see it.

Every pillow talk conversation you had with Sam after sex made you fall a bit harder for him. In times like those, it almost seemed like he really cared about you as more than a friend. But of course, that illusion was shattered every time he left before dawn, or called you an uber home. Of course, he knew nothing of your growing feelings for him, so it wasn’t like he was intentionally hurting you.

One night, after a particularly steamy hook up, he seemed to linger in your bed a little longer than usual. Not that you were complaining.

“Come to Montreal with me.” he proposed suddenly, reaching up and brushing a stray hair out of your face.

“What?” you questioned, clearly confused.

“Come on! Tom’s wrapping Chaos Walking in a week and he’s flying me out for the wrap party. He said I could bring a friend with me if I wanted.” he smiled softly, and you realized that you wouldn’t be able to say no even if you wanted to.

“And, out of all your friends, you want me to come?” you quizzed.

“I mean, yeah. We’re like….special friends.” he smirked, running his fingers lightly down your arm. A trail of goosebumps appeared following his touch.

You somehow felt butterflies at his comment while also feeling your stomach drop, wishing for something more. You quickly sat up, crawling over him and sauntering towards the bathroom.

“So, is that a yes?” he called after you.

You popped your head back in the doorway, “You and I both know that it isn’t an option for me to say no.”

He laughed quietly, “Good. The flight is six days from tomorrow. Or actually, today, since it’s two in the morning.”

“Can’t wait.” you shouted from the bathroom, rubbing face wash into skin vigorously.

As you were patting your face dry, Sam called out to you from your room.

“Come baaaaack, the bed’s already gotten cold.” he whined.

You sighed, taking the few steps back to your room with less enthusiasm than you usually would have if Sam was begging for your presence.

You slipped under the covers easily, pressing your feet against Sam’s shins.

“Jesus Christ, your feet are cold!” he whimpered, followed by a giggle that made it hard to keep a smile off of your face.

You woke up the next morning with Sam still sleeping by your side. You flashed back to the last time he actually spent a full night with you, which was probably around 6 months ago, the first time you slept together. Every time after that it was “Sorry darling, I’ve got an early class tomorrow!” or “Sorry love, don’t wanna risk Harry coming in and seeing you.”.

You tried to exit the bed as gently as possible, so as not to wake Sam, but as soon as you laid your leg on the opposite side of him in an attempt to crawl over him, his eyes slowly blinked open.

“Shit...guess I fell asleep last night.” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the pads of his fingers.

“Not like it’s a crime.” you mumbled to yourself as you surveyed your closet.

“What was that?” he questioned.

“Nothing! Just trying to pick out an outfit for today.” you lied, your back still to him.

He hummed in response, and you can hear him shuffle out of bed and back into his clothes.

“I’ve gotta run. I’ll text you, okay?” he informed you.

You shot a thumbs up at him, “Sounds good.”

He hesitated awkwardly for a moment, before swiftly exiting.

The next few days pass by with limited contact to Sam. A few texts here and there, and one facetime so you could quiz him on a biology concept he was having trouble understanding. But with the imminent problem of your growing feelings for him and the upcoming trip, you thought distance would be the best cure. That maybe if you go a few days without feeling his lips on your neck, or his hands on your hips, you would be cured. You hated feeling so estranged from him, and it hurt every time you made up an excuse to avoid hanging out with him, but it seemed that being with him hurt more.

Sam wanted to spend the night before the flight, but you insisted on him meeting you at your flat a few hours before leaving for the airport.

He arrived earlier than you had planned for, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lacy underwear and a shirt that he had given to you months ago.

“Sorry, I’ll just throw on some pants. Make yourself comfortable!” you called over your shoulder after letting him in.

“You don’t have to put on pants...I’m kinda enjoying this view.” Sam remarked, and you could practically hear his smirk.

“Well someone’s hot and bothered today.” you shot back, re-entering the room donning a pair of sweatpants that you subsequently realized also belonged to Sam at one point.

He shrugged, “It’s been a while. I miss you.”

“And one thing I don’t want to miss is our flight. We gotta go!” you quickly changed the subject, much to Sam’s dismay.

Traffic was way worse than either of you had anticipated, so you had to practically run through security to make it onto the plane, exactly a minute before the doors closed.

“You are so lucky we didn’t miss that.” you playfully glared at him as you made your way down the aisle towards the only open seats on the plane, situated in the last row.

Sam gently tugged the luggage out of your grasp, placing it in the overhead bin with ease. As his arms stretched up, his shirt lifted to reveal a tiny section of his stomach. You forced yourself to look away before he noticed you staring.

“You can’t fall asleep.” Sam bluntly informed you as he got situated in the seat next to you.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” you retorted, making a face at him.

“Love, it’s gonna be eleven pm when we arrive in Montreal. So, if you sleep during the flight, you’re gonna be up all night and then you won’t be able to wake up tomorrow morning.”

You sighed in defeat, unable to argue with his logic.

“So,” he started, reaching into the backpack he stowed underneath the seat in front of him, “I brought some cards to keep us busy.”

“Oh, you’re on, Holland. I happen to be the best go-fish player in the whole world.” you bragged.

“We’ll see about that.” he smirked, beginning to deal the cards.

As soon as the plane landed, Sam shot up and pulled both of your bags down at once, rushing towards the exit despite the many protests from the flight attendants. You knew he was excited to see his brothers, and you couldn’t help but feel warm inside knowing that he was about to be happier than he had been in a while.

You expected to take an uber to the hotel and meet the boys there, but as you were taking the escalator down towards the exit, you noticed three boys holding a giant handmade sign reading “SAMUEL ANTHONY HOLLAND (+ guest)”.

You heard Sam let out a small gasp when he saw them.

“Go.” you told him quietly, knowing how important this reunion was to both parties.

“What?” he asked, turning towards you.

“Go! They’re waiting for you!” you exclaimed, pushing his shoulder lightly.

And with that, he left his luggage with you, racing down the rest of the already moving steps and towards his brothers.

The boys threw the sign onto the ground as he approached, and they all leapt towards each other, engulfing themselves in a giant, bouncing group hug.

As you reached the bottom, you quickly pulled out your phone and took a few pictures, knowing that one of them would want to post it later.

“Oh wow! Y/N!” Harrison enthused, breaking away from the group to approach you.

“It’s so nice to see you, Haz!” you smiled, hugging him lightly.

“You ready for the wrap party tomorrow? It’s gonna be epic.” he remarked.

“That’s kinda the whole reason I’m here.” you replied jokingly.

You greeted the other boys just as cheerfully before finally heading back to the hotel. In the car, you sat in the back between Harry and Sam. As soon as the car pulled out of the parking garage, you felt a wave of exhaustion wash over your body. You laid your head on Sam’s shoulder, telling yourself that you were only gonna rest your eyes until you got to the hotel.

You were jolted out of your rest by Sam exiting the car, causing your body to fall towards the seat.

“Oops! Sorry, love.” Sam apologized, giggling when he saw you just barely catch yourself before your face hit the seat.

“Shut up.” you mumbled sleepily, more or less crawling out of the car.

The boys talked about plans for tomorrow in the elevator, but you were too focused on trying not to fall asleep while standing up to pay attention.

As the elevator doors opened (on the top floor), you saw Tom and Harrison retire into one room, and Harry into the one right next to it. As you checked the room number on your key, you found your room right next to Harry’s.

You slid your key in and shoved open the door, desperate to get into bed and sleep. As you turned to shut the door, you saw that Sam had followed you in, suitcase in tow.

“Wait, are you sleeping here?” you questioned.

He hesitated, “I mean, yeah. Why not?”

You shifted your feet, “It’s just, your brothers….and I don’t want them to assume anything….because we’re not like…...you know….” you trailed off uncomfortably.

“Oh,” realization washed over his face, “yeah. You’re totally right. I’ll just go to Harry’s room then.”

You nodded, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed with him, and to fall asleep to his fingers tracing patterns up and down your arm. But you knew that this was just the way things had to be.

You were awakened the next morning by a loud banging on your door. Expecting it to be Sam, you didn’t bother putting pants on.

As you opened the door, revealing Harry, you immediately slammed the door in his face, running and slipping into a pair of sweatpants before reopening the door.

Harry was still standing there, a slight shade of pink coloring his cheeks, not unlike your blushing face.

“What’s up?” you wondered, desperately trying to ignore the awkward situation at hand.

“We’re going sight-seeing today. Wanna come?” he offered.

“Uh, yeah! Let me just get dressed and I’ll come over to your room.” you agreed.

He nodded, turning and heading back to his room, only a few feet away.

After silently cursing yourself for being stupid enough to answer the door wearing no pants, you changed out of your pajamas and into a sweater and jeans. You met up with everyone at the room and quickly headed out.

“We wanna see as much as we can before we have to be back at the hotel at six to get ready for the party.” Tom explained on the way down to the lobby.

The whole time you were out, Sam seemed to avoid you. Any time you were even standing next to him, he would not-so-subtly move so that there was at least one person separating the two of you.

You were quiet for the majority of the time spent out, wishing that you hadn’t agreed to come in the first place if this is the way Sam was going to treat you.

Back at the hotel, while sliding your key card into the door of your room, Harrison approached you.

“You okay?” he asked casually, leaning against the wall.

You look up at him, mustering up your best fake smile, “Yeah, totally!”

He nodded, clearly not believing you. “He’s an idiot, just so you know.” he mumbled, not giving you a chance to reply before walking back to his own room.

You sighed, trying to get into the mood to party as you shut the door behind you and began rummaging through your suitcase for the dress you bought especially for this occasion. You smiled to yourself as you held the dress out in front of you. If Sam was going to ignore you, then you were sure as hell going to make it hard for him.

The boys finished getting ready in a fraction of the time that it took you, which led to them all piling into your bathroom as you applied makeup (Sam lingered in the doorway silently). They alternated between whining about how long you were taking and picking up random makeup products and asking you what they did.

As you finished, you turned around, showing them the final product. “So, what do you think? Wrap party ready?”

“More like ready for the Oscars.” Harry taunted, causing you to shove his shoulder.

“My makeup would be much nicer if we were going to the Oscars, you div.” you playfully remarked.

“You look great, Harry’s just stupid.” Harrison interjected, and out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw Sam roll his eyes.

“Well I’d love to continue this little praise circle,” Tom said sarcastically, “but as of right now, I’m late to my own wrap party.”

And with that, everyone piled out of your room and down to the lobby, where a large black SUV was waiting for them outside.

As the car pulled up outside the party venue, a club that was rented out for the night, you began to feel nervous. Usually at events like this, where you didn’t know anyone, Sam was your ally. That didn’t seem to be the case tonight.

The music was blaring as you entered, Tom and Harrison immediately splitting off to greet the producers. Harry went straight for the dancefloor, disappearing into the crowd almost instantly.

You looked over at Sam, who seemed to be looking everywhere but you. You sighed, saying nothing as you headed towards the bar.

You tapped your fingernails against the hardwood bar top as you waited for the bartender to make his way over to you. A large silhouette appeared next to you, flagging down the bartender in a matter of seconds.

“I’ll take a round of bourbon shots.” the mystery man stated.

You kept your eyes trained on the bar, trying not to be pissed about the lack of service you were receiving.

As the shots were given to him, he slid one in front of you. “You seem like a bourbon kind of girl.” he pronounced.

You looked up, preparing yourself to reject him, and were met with the sight of your biggest childhood crush: Nick Jonas.

You had completely forgotten that he was in this movie, so of course you had no idea that he was going to be here. You wanted to punch yourself in the face for that and also the fact that an embarrassing amount of time has passed without your response.

“Thanks.” you replied stupidly, clinking your shot glass with his before downing the bourbon faster than you should have. Your throat burned, but you did your best to ignore it as you downed another one.

Two more shots went by before he introduced himself. “I’m Nick, by the way.”

“Y/N.” you returned, “Oh and thanks for the drinks!”

He laughed, “It was my pleasure. What’s a girl as pretty as you doing by yourself, anyways?”

You tried your best to keep your cool, but the bourbon allowed a schoolgirl giggle to fall past your lips. You took a second to think about how to best describe your reason for being here to Nick. Tom’s brother’s fuckbuddy? No, that was too...complicated.

“I’m a friend of Tom’s.” you settled for a much more simplified version of the truth.

He smiled, “Tom’s a great guy.”

You nodded in response, hoping that he was going to follow up with something so you didn’t have to scramble to keep the conversation going.

“I don’t want to come on too strong or anything, but, uh, do you wanna dance?” he asked, and your heart nearly stopped.

“Yeah, definitely!” you exclaimed, immediately hating yourself for sounding so eager.

You both downed the last two shots before heading out the the dance floor. The dancing was somewhat innocent at first, nothing too x-rated. But halfway through the second song, you spotted Sam from where you were on the dance floor. He was sitting at a high table with Daisy Ridley, talking animatedly. Your heart sunk into your stomach at the sight of them laughing, leaning in towards each other.

You knew it was wrong to feel jealous when you were literally dancing with another guy, but the bourbon running through your veins told you to get revenge. As a new song began, you closed the gap between you and Nick, grinding on him heavily to the beat.

His hands gripped onto your hips, maneuvering them against his. You reached up with one hand, placing it on the back of his neck. You placed your other hand on top of his.

Throughout the song, you knew you loved dancing with Nick. But you also knew that you were thinking about Sam the whole time. And you hated yourself for not being able to enjoy yourself in the way that Sam clearly was.

At the end, Nick asked if you wanted to drink more, and you agreed, hoping that more alcohol would help your forget about Sam.

Five shots later and you were having a hard time standing on your own.

“You know, I don’t think I hold my alcohol as well as you.” you bluntly stated, causing Nick to laugh.

“Yeah, maybe the second round wasn’t a good idea.” he shook his head.

“I’m gonna….” you trailed off, pointing towards the bathrooms, “It was nice meeting you, though! If you and Tom ever do a movie again I’ll be sure to visit the set.”

He smiled, watching to make sure you made it to the bathrooms without falling over.

As you entered the bathrooms, you used the sink to hold you steady. “I-I...can’t believe I just blew off...Nick fucking Jonas. Am I...stupid?!” you slurred to yourself, jutting your palm into your forehead.

Your conversation with yourself was interrupted by the door swinging open, revealing Harry sauntering in coolly. He stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing you.

“Harry!!!” you exclaimed, hobbling over and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Oh, jesus. You are so wasted.” Harry observed, the aroma of bourbon almost suffocating him.

You nodded, still holding on to him, mostly for the sake of your balance.

“Did you know you’re in the men’s room?” he questioned, gently leading you towards the exit.

“Oh noooooo!” you cried, burying your face into Harry’s neck in embarrassment.

He did his best to stifle a laugh, obviously failing.

“Where are you taking me?” you questioned, noticing that you were no longer in the bathroom.

Harry ignored you as his eyes scanned the club, searching for the one person that he knew would be able to handle you in your current state. He finally found Sam, still at the table with Daisy. He practically dragged you over there.

“Hey, Sam,” Harry shouted over the music, tapping on Sam’s shoulder.

Sam turned, his smile falling as soon as he saw you latched onto Harry.

“We have a...situation.” Harry explained, tilting his head towards you. You smiled weakly at Sam, knowing this was upsetting him even in your drunken state.

Sam nodded, turning back towards Daisy, “I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

And with that, he got up and grabbed your arms, taking them from Harry’s shoulders to his, beginning to lead you out of the club.

Before exiting, Sam turned to Harry, who was following close behind.

“I got this. You stay.” he insisted.

“Are you sure, mate? I don’t mind leaving if you need me.” Harry offered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I’m sure. Go have fun.” Sam affirmed, waving goodbye as Harry disappeared back into the doors of the club.

The car ride back to the hotel was completely silent. You stared at Sam, who stared at his hands, occasionally glancing out the window.

It wasn’t until you had made it into your hotel room that you broke the silence. “I’m sorry, Sam.” Your voice quivered, and you stared at the ceiling to keep from crying.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry, love?” he furrowed his brows, making actual eye contact with you for what felt like the first time this whole trip.

“I-I didn’t mean to make you leave. You were obviously having fun with Daisy.” you explained, twisting your hands together. That was a habit you had when you were drunk.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically, “You’re seriously gonna give me shit about Daisy when you were practically fucking Nick Jonas right in front of my face?”

“Oh, please!” you spat, trying your hardest to keep your speech from slurring, “The only fucking reason I even met Nick was because you were being an asshole and ignoring me! Just like you have been this entire fucking weekend!”

“Right, go ahead and blame all of your mistakes on other people, just like you always fucking do!” he yelled back.

Your jaw dropped at this insult. Sam had never once spoken to you like this.

“Why are you calling it a mistake? I went out and had fun at a party, that’s not a fucking crime. It’s not like I cheated on you, right? Because we’re just special friends, right?” your volume increased with every word spoken, but you couldn’t help it. You were just so damn angry.

Sam was stunned into silence. He turned and took a few steps away from you, making you think that he was going to leave. But before he reached the door, he quickly made his way back towards you.

“Tell me why you’re mad.” he requested quietly, much calmer than he had been a few seconds ago.

“Because you’ve been ignoring me.” you replied simply.

He shook his head, “No, tell me why you’re really mad. Because you were mad before that.”

Before your conscience could stop you, you blurted out, “Because I’m in love with you.”. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth, unable to believe what you just said.

“And I know you don’t feel the same way, so let’s just pretend that I didn’t mean that because I’m drunk.” you quickly added on, unable to deal with a prolonged silence.

Sam smiled, shaking his head as he took a step closer to you. “But that’s where you’re wrong, love.”

Your throat felt as if it closed up, so all you could do was furrow your brows in response.

“Why do you think I would bring you all the way to Montreal?” he laughed lightly, “I’ve been in love with you since I met you. I just thought you wanted to stay-”

“Special friends?” you finished for him, failing to fight back a smile.

He laughed, grabbing your hands, “I never said I was the smartest guy in the world.”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. You smiled widely, feeling like everything happening wasn’t real. You had thought about this moment for so long, imagining hundreds of different scenarios. A drunk argument after clubbing was not what you pictured. But now none of that mattered. All that mattered was him.

“I need to sleep.” you mumbled, regretfully pulling away and making your way towards the bed. Sam lingered at the foot of the bed, watching you get situated.

“I’ll see you in the morning, love.” he softly spoke before stepping towards the door.

You heard the door click open, and you knew you couldn’t let him leave.

“Sam,” you called out. His head popped back around the corner eagerly.

“Stay with me.” you requested, patting the empty spot next to you.

He quickly flipped off the lights and crawled under the covers, engulfing you in his warm embrace.

You weren’t sure how much time passed in content silence, but you could’ve stayed like that forever and been happy.

Right as you were dozing off, Sam whispered softly, “Will you still feel the same in the morning?”

You smiled, “Tomorrow morning, and every morning after that.”

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A11 B9 with Baekhyun pls! Also, if it's not too much of a burden, can it be angsty and smutty? But, you can just choose one if you want to haha :) thank you!

@byunshim noted: Set A 11 Set B 7 Angst. Please and thank u!

(2) Oh… lol. It’ll always only be one. Byun Baek Hyun. ;)

Drabble Game is Closed.

I’m combining these two, if that’s okay with y'all… Hope you enjoy! :D And ahhh why angst, gurl you know my angst is trash. ;u; Also I assume you wanted make up and not break up??? Haha this turned out longer than I meant it to, but I like it this way.

A11. Break up/make up sexB7. “Are you wearing my shirt?”B9. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long—come here, I missed you.”

Baekhyun has been gone for three days. Not a long time in retrospect, but it feels as if the days have been dragging on just to spite you. It’s even worse at nights; where you once curled up against your boyfriend under the sheets, sharing gentle kisses and small giggles, you now toss and turn on a bed too big for you and shiver in the blankets that are too cold.

You hadn’t meant for the fight to get so out of hand, you had only wanted to poke fun at him a bit because he was pissing you off, but one thing led to another and now this.

His things are still here. That day he only had his phone in his pocket, and then he left.

He just left.

Your heart twinges at the thought of him, your entire being missing him already and regretting everything you said. None of it mattered anymore, the only thing you wanted was for him to come back.

A tear slips down your cheek, but you’ve shed so many at this point that you don’t care to wipe it away. You never knew a human could cry this much from emotional pain. Memories of being with him flood your mind for the nth time this week, and all your efforts to ignore it are futile.

Your imagination is so vivid tonight. You can just hear the front door unlock, like he’s coming home from a late night at work. You can hear him taking off his shoes and even hear him place them on the rack he bought for you guys when he moved in. The thing that boggles you most about how vivid your imagination is, though, is that you swear you hear him tip toe to the bedroom, where you’re at, as if he was trying to keep his presence hidden.

“Ah, fuck–” Baekhyun sounds like he may have stubbed his toe. Okay, there’s no way you’re imagining all this.

Eyes flying open, you bite back a gasp and strain your eyes to see in the dark. Then, seeing movement, you reach beside you and turn on the lamp light.

And, like a dream come true, there is Baekhyun, dressed in the same clothes he left in, but looked fresh out of the shower. He must have taken one before he came here.

“Baek..?” You croak, having forgotten you were in the middle of crying. You wipe your face then, embarrassed, but Baekhyun doesn’t seem to care about your messy state.

“Are you crying?” He whispers, frozen in the doorway. It’s cute and funny because he’s holding his foot (probably the one he stubbed), but staring at you so intently.

“I’m sorry.” You say instead, tears falling against your will. “I-I didn’t mean what I said, Baekhyun.” You cry, covering your eyes with your fists. “Please forgive me..”

“No, baby, it’s not your fault,” He coos, coming over immediately and sitting on the bed with you. He pulls you into his arms and you realize your imagination was nothing close to the real thing. You don’t know how you managed to convince yourself that the Baekhyun in your head was the same as the Baekhyun right here. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long, I missed you.”

You accepted his apology before he even said it. The moment his warmth reached you, you practically sold your soul to Satan for this relationship. You’d never try and be petty ever again. “I missed you, too.” You breathe out after you’re satisfied with your time spent hugging.

“I know,” Baekhyun murmurs, pulling back and wiping your cheeks with his sleeve. His eyes meet yours in the dim lighting, since the lamp was only a night light, and he can see the depth of the pain you’ve felt in the passing days, worrying and wondering what had gone so wrong. He knows, because he had done the same.

His gaze lowers, down your beautiful face and and to the lips he hasn’t kissed in longer than it should ever have been. His fingers move up and trace the outline of them as he leans a bit closer, his eyelids falling gently as he realizes just how much he didn’t care about anything else but you.

He’s a breath away now, but he pauses, leaving your mind in a frenzy. What was happening? Were you misunderstanding? Surely he was trying to kiss you, wasn’t he? Did he change his mind? Is he still upset? The thought of him harboring ill feelings for you still makes you cry again, and he blinks away his stupor to look at your tears in surprise.

“Baek, please don’t be mad at me,” You beg him, grabbing his arms in a desperate attempt to keep him close. His eyes are wide as he watches you, his mouth parted dumbly.

“_____, I’m not mad.” He chuckles after shaking his head at you and wiping your cheeks again.

“I-I don’t get it.” You stutter, looking at him just as shocked. “Why won’t you kiss me, then?”

“It’s just..” He looks down again, but lower than your lips this time. You look down, too, confused at to what he was looking at. “Are you wearing my shirt?” Oh, you guess you are, aren’t you? When you look back up at him, even in the sucky lighting, you see the redness in his face.

“Y-Yeah… I said I missed you, didn’t I?” You mumble, embarrassed by his reaction. This wasn’t abnormal for you guys, so why was he so affected? “It.. smelled like you, a-and I don’t know, it was easier to imagine you were still here…” You explain yourself, but his expression change to a soft one, and he’s back to cupping your face, a small smile on his face.

“You don’t need to pretend anymore.” He says. “I won’t leave you alone like that ever again.” He promises.

And finally, he closes the distance between you two until there is none left. With his hands holding your cheeks and his lips on yours, it’s almost overwhelming and you have to move back slightly in order to compose yourself. He chases you, though, giving you no room to do that, and you end up falling down on the bed, Baekhyun’s weight holding you down. His lips press harder, and you realize the shirt thing must have put him in the mood without you realizing it.

His steamy kisses quickly get you moaning, and Baekhyun’s hands start moving to other places than your face. “Damn..” You hear him whisper when his fingers graze over your perky nipples. You gasp at the touch, sensitive from being alone for so long. Really, you swear it shouldn’t be possible to be this sensitive in such a short time. Baekhyun’s hands ghost over your skin, tickling you in the best ways and when his long digits slip in your underwear, you moan instantly for him to take you.

“Please, Baekhyun, I’m so wet. I need you.” You whine, bucking your hips against his palm. He watches you for a bit, feeling good about himself for seeing you so desperate for him to do more. “It’s been so long since I’ve had your dick in me, babe, please just fill me up.”

“Shush,” He whispers, slipping two fingers into your sex. He pumps them in and out for you, giving you some relief. “I’ll take care of you, just be patient.”

“I’m tired of waiting for you.” You pout, and you see him frown.

“You waited three days. What’s three more minutes?” He asks, taking his fingers back at your attempt to rush him. You immediately regret your words because now he’s just being cruel, unbuttoning his pants and whipping his half hard dick out. He touches himself, staring at you as you watch him jerk himself into full hardness. Your mouth is open and dammit you drool a little.

“God, you’re annoying.” You mumble, and he chuckles.

“I know.”

“Get over here already.” You tell him.

“Do you ever stop talking?” He asks, squeezing a little harder.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“All I’m saying is that mouth can be put to better use.” He quirks an eyebrow when you gape at him, before you crawl over and push his hand away, replacing it with your mouth. “Oh fuc– I didn’t think you’d actually–” You don’t really listen to what he says anymore, doing your best to get him off fast so he’d have no time to enjoy it. If he was going to put off your own pleasure then you’d waste his.

“Ah.. ah, _____, if you keep doing that, I’ll–” His hands fist in your hair and he forces your head to bob at his own pace, choosing how deep he went but you know your boyfriend. He has no self control when he’s close, and he was trying to reach for it fast. “God, I’m–”

And then he cums, right in your mouth.

You swallow his load, taking your time to lick him clean before he yanks you up and pushes you onto your back. “Your turn,” He promises, shoving his fingers back inside of you and curling them instantly. You don’t have time to gasp at it because he does it again, making you moan his name instead. He was fingering you so roughly, hurrying to get you stretched open for him and it turned you on.

“Please just put it in.” You beg, and he kisses you sweetly as he listens to your request. Ohh it’s been so long, you think when he slips in with no resistance. You know he appreciates it because he groans in pleasure and immediately gets to work, rolling his hips and taking your breath away. He stays close, your bodies melded together as he rocks in and out of you. Your arms stay wrapped around his neck as his hands grope your ass, pulling you closer to meet his hips as he thrusts.

“Fuck, babe, I’m close already.” You say between kisses, and he starts nodding by your ear, signalling he was, too. You guess you weren’t the only one who was sexually deprived because when Baekhyun cums again he starts grinding, and he only does that when it’s intense. His penis is so far up in you you feel like he finished the last part of a puzzle, a satisfying privilege that only Baekhyun can meet. His climax sends you right into yours and you hold a vice grip on his rod, drawing out both of your peeks.

Once you two collapse on one another and he slides out of you gently, you start crying again and kiss his shoulder. “Uwhh.. I’m sorry, I love you. Please don’t forget that.” You say, hugging him and never wanting to let go.

“I’m supposed to say that,” He whispers, kissing your neck. “I won’t walk out ever again. From now on, I’ll talk my problems out with you.”

“Good.”

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