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cherrykindness · 3 years

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let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.

#harry styles imagine #imagine1d #imagine harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #fluffy imagine #harry fluff #actress reader

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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WAIT, now all I can think about is a modern AU where Edwina is like "Anthony, buddy, pal, you're like the original wife guy. You're the blueprint for the wife guy. Maybe even a himbo wife guy."

And Hyacinth is just like "Anthony, you've got strong simp energy."

And Anthony being like, "I feel like I'm being insulted but I'm not sure."

I love this!

Because actually it's 100% true.

Big Bad Anthony Bridgerton is a himbo. Absolutely 100% just whipped. And very gladly so!

Let's take a closer look

The very first time Anthony had heard it, he'd discounted it as his future sister in law teasing him, as she seemed to delight in doing.

He had been sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, humming happily at Kate's hands running absentmindedly through his hair, when Edwina had tutted. "No offence Anthony but do you ever think you might be too in love with Kate?"

Anthony's eyes had shot open, startled at her statement, even as Kate laughed loudly. "I'd like to think not." Edwina tutted, looking up from her phone. "Don't get me wrong, love Kate, she's my favourite person." "High praise" Kate said dryly though Edwina marched on ignoring her. "But look at this instagram picture." She brandished her phone displaying a picture of Kate on the street outside a restaurant, the lighting catching her hair, her smile bright. "You commented the queen emoji nine times. On your own post. Where the caption is My future wife💖 There's a sparkle heart emoji. HONESTLY Anthony." he finished with a little tut.

Anthony felt indignation spark in his chest. "Well she is my future wife!" He didn't even attempt to tamp down the surge of pride he felt at the statement, Kate's hand tightening in his hair momentarily. "And I only used the Queen because they don't have a goddess emoji, but I've put in a complaint to Apple. I expect to see one in the next iOS." He finished a little primly.

"You're too handsome to be this much of a dork." Kate chuckled as her lips brushed the top of his head.

Edwina made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat. "Really? Jesus, everyone always asks me if you're really as intimidating as you seem and you're out here being the absolute blueprint for a himbo."

Anthony had frowned and opened his mouth to protest but Kate's voice had been hot in his ear "Mmmm and it's going to earn you whatever you want later." And he'd let it go with a shrug

And really, he'd barely thought about it again, until a friend from University brought it up.

He'd been in town and Anthony had gone out for a drink, feeling it was the right thing to do, and it had been fun, reminiscing and catching up, filling one another in on the details of their lives but then Anthony had looked at his watch, sighed and said,

"I better go mate, Kate and I usually watch Kilmartin and it starts soon." James had startled.

"You're fucking kidding."

Anthony had frowned, irritation flickering in him.

"You're going to go home because your girlfriend said to? Who are you and what have you done with Anthony Bridgerton."

Anthony bit back a far more savage retort to say "Kate's not my girlfriend, she's my fiancée, and I happen to like her company. You should try it sometime, if you can find anyone to stand you." Marching away from his former friend as James scoffed calling out

"You're Fucking whipped, Mate!"

Anthony just threw up a rude hand gesture. And deleted James Franklin as a friend on social media, more than a little petulantly as Kate lay tucked on the sofa in front of him, curled into his chest, tugging his arm tighter around her waist.

"Anthony are you even listening to me?" Hyacinth's bored voice rang through their mother's garden, only half breaking Anthony from his daze.

"Yes, course I am Hy." A blatant lie, honestly.

Anthony had been staring across the garden at Kate, watching her talk with Gregory and Lucy. He watched as her head tilted backwards, her laugh floating across to him like a siren call, the sunlight casting her skin in a golden glow, her eyes bright with excitement. And his breath had caught just looking at her. Tears pushing at the back of his throat when he thought about the fact that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, the engagement ring on her hand solid proof.

Hyacinth sighed irritatedly. "No you weren't. You were too busy simping for Kate."

Anthony felt himself flush. "I'm sure you meant that as an insult, but I don't really care. I guess I just love my wife." Kate's eyes caught with his, his heart hammering as she winked at him.

"One: She's not your wife yet. Two: Between you and Benedict we are drowning in idiocy in this family. Three: If my future husband ever looks at me like that, I'll die of shame." Hyacinth said primly, swatting Anthony's attempted hug away as he laughed.

"One: Kate is basically my wife. Two: At least I'm actually acquainted with my obsession and Three: No boys for you for another 50 years, thanks." Anthony said, finally succeeding in bothering her into a hug.

Hyacinth made a disgusted noise after several moments, shoving Anthony away though her eyes were laughing. "Will you go and bother Kate and leave me alone?"

"It would be my pleasure." Anthony called, before rushing forward and sweeping Kate into a very dramatic dip, their lips crashing together, completely ignoring Edwina's

"This was what I was talking about Anthony, don't make me get the hose!"

#anthony may as well have a property of kate tattoo on his forehead #the boi is a simp #i don't make the rules #bridgerton and sons au #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #molly's asks and answers

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hookingminor · 4 years

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three lessons - mat barzal

a/n: new series idea I just had, spoiler there is filth and the next parts will be as well also im not the best at writing smut so you’ll have to bear with me here. anyway! let me know what you think! comments/thoughts are always appreciated! also, I know it briefly mentions being the younger sister of a teammate, but I know nothing about the isles so its literally just for plot purposes don’t expect much from that and this isn’t proofread sorry

word count: 4.2k

summary: you’re tired of being a virgin, so you hit up Mat to help you with your problem and strike a deal

warnings (18+): loss of virginity, smut

PART TWO

This was by far the worst idea you’ve ever had.

In your twenty-one years of life, you’ve never had a worse idea. Your initial plan was crazy in and of itself, but adding Mat to the mix? It’s like you were asking to get your ass kicked.

The original thought came to you a year ago when you were sitting on the couch of your friend’s apartment, four glasses of wine into the night. She was complaining about her latest hookup, raging over the fact that he didn’t know where the clit was.

This is how it usually went between you two.

She was the one who got all the guys, the one who could pick up anyone from the bar and spend the night in a stranger’s bed without a second thought. You, however, were the wingwoman, the person who was left behind when your friend eventually decided to leave with a man.

It didn’t bother you that much. It’s not like you felt like you needed a boyfriend, you were secure in almost all aspects of your life, but the nagging thought in the back of your mind kept saying that you needed to get fucked. And soon.

Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your bloodstream or the fact that you hadn’t masturbated in nearly two weeks, but you rolled your eyes at your friend before you finally snapped.

“At least you’ve had someone to fuck the past few months! Be grateful you’re not me and still a virgin at twenty!” You shouted, fed up with hearing stories about how your friend’s sex life was so terrible. At least she had a sex life to begin with.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” you apologized quickly, bringing your hand to cover your mouth in shock, “I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s hard listening to you talk about this when I can’t contribute to the conversation.”

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry for always talking about it,” your friend said, eyes softening when she heard how regretful you sounded, “How about we change the subject?”

She didn’t wait for your response before launching into a monologue about how classes were going and her upcoming finals. You tried listening to her, but your mind was still stuck on the previous topic. Of course it was unfortunate that you happened to be twenty and with no sexual experience, but it didn’t bother you before like it was bothering you right now.

Ideas began racing through your head of how you could rectify this, and that’s when the seed was planted.

Now, almost a year later, your carefully thought out plan was almost complete; though, ‘carefully’ could be more loosely translated to ‘reckless.’

You paced outside of Mat’s door, walking back and forth as you fiddled with your hands, working up the courage to knock. This was such a bad idea. You brought your hand up to the door, pausing before your fist made contact before bringing it back down and resuming your pacing.

After another five minutes of deep contemplation, you made your decision. You knocked on the door before you could second guess yourself, now bringing your hands to tug at the strands of your hair.

The few seconds it took for Mat to answer the door felt like a lifetime, and when he opened the door, you were met with a confused look.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked, peeking his head out of the door to glance down the hallway.

“Hi, I know you weren’t expecting me and you have to leave for practice soon, but I needed to talk to you about something,” you explained quickly.

Mat’s brows stayed furrowed in confusion, but he opened the door further to let you inside.

“Firstly, I just wanted to say that Anders doesn’t know I’m here, and I’d really appreciate it if you never mentioned it to him,” you said as he closed the door behind you.

Mat ushered you into his living room, gesturing for you to take a seat on the couch as he crossed his arms and waited for you to continue.

“This is going to sound absolutely crazy and you’re probably going to reject me but just hear me out,” you said, taking a deep sigh. He was totally going to shut you down, but there was no turning back now.

“I wanted to ask you if you’d have sex with me. You’d be doing me a favor as my friend. I’m kind of… a virgin… and I really don’t want to be anymore,” you took a breath to watch his reaction which was unreadable, “You’re probably thinking it’s a terrible idea, being that I’m Anders’s sister and everything, but I promise I won’t say anything to him. I just want to get a little experience under my belt… it’s kind of embarrassing. Anyway, I just wanted to ask if you’d give me a few lessons or something.”

You raised your eyes to meet Mat’s as you finished your rant, worrying about what he was going to say. A long silence fell between you two as he processed what you said.

“Uh… I don’t really know what to say,” he started awkwardly, bringing his hand to rub at the back of his neck, “I’m honored, I guess? That you asked me to help, but I’m just a little confused since we don’t really know each other.”

Okay, you could give him that. It was true that you weren’t the closest of friends, but you’d met on a handful occasions. It’s not like you were complete strangers, but other than knowing what you were studying in school and that you were Anders’s much younger sister, he didn’t know much about you.

“That’s fair,” you said, “I asked you because, well, you’re obviously hot which I’m sure you know. Also, not knowing each other is what makes this perfect. I’m not attached to you in any way and vice versa. Honestly? You’re one of the few guys in town that I feel comfortable around, so it was either ask you or find a random Tinder hookup and have to do this speech all over again but ten times as awkward.”

Mat didn’t like the last part of that explanation: the whole ‘random Tinder hookup to take your virginity’ part. He may not have known you that well, but he knew you were a nice girl and deserved to be more than just a notch on the bedpost of someone who didn’t care about you.

“I know you’re probably thinking I’m insane, and I get it. I felt a little insane when I thought about this too. But I really feel like you’re the best option. I understand if you think it’s too weird, though,” you said when he hadn’t replied. Your eyes watched him as he sat still as a rock across from you.

“I… I have to leave for practice soon,” was the only thing he responded with.

You felt your heart drop at his statement. Of course he was going to say no, you were an idiot for even trying.

“Yeah, totally, I’ll get going,” you said quickly, gathering your stuff and making your way to the entrance.

When you reached the door, you turned back one last time to see him still in the same position.

“Can you not tell Anders, please? I know this was a crazy, stupid idea but… just don’t tell him, okay? He doesn’t need to know about my sex… well, lack of sex life,” you added before shutting the door behind you.

Mat had lost his mind.

Truly and honestly, he had lost his mind if he was even considering your proposition. Which he was. He was really considering your proposition, and he wanted to punch himself for it.

He couldn’t possibly agree to this, could he? You were the captain’s younger sister. Sure, you two weren’t the closest of siblings, but the code still applied. And the code clearly said he was not allowed to fraternize with relatives of his teammates in any way. He hadn’t broken this rule yet, and he couldn’t believe he was even thinking about breaking it now.

Inside his head, he weighed the pros and the cons of sleeping with you. Well, teaching you would be a better phrase. If Mat was being honest, he had blacked out after the terms ‘virgin’ and ‘have sex with me’ fell from your lips. He watched you from his spot on the couch, his eyes following your mouth but not processing the words you were saying. Truthfully, he ran over the conversation a million times in his head and he wasn’t sure he was actually processing them now.

You wanted him to take your virginity. You wanted him to give you experience. You called them lessons.

You were, quite literally, asking him to be your sex tutor.

When you left the apartment, he did what he did best. He compartmentalized. Instead of thinking about the awkward conversation he just had with you, he pushed all thoughts of you from his mind and went to practice. For a whole three hours he focused on hockey. He even had the courage to look at his captain despite the weird interaction he’d just had with his sister.

But then practice was over, and Mat was left with nothing to do but think about what you said. Thinking turned into contemplating, and contemplating eventually turned into pulling up your Instagram page.

Mat typed and retyped the message a million times, deleting it before he could accidentally pressed send. He went back and forth between wanting to say yes and throwing his phone as far away from him so he wouldn’t be tempted.

What could be the worst thing that happened? He thought.

A million bad things could happen. He knew this deep in his heart that it was, for all intents and purposes, the worst idea ever to teach his captain’s sister how to have sex, but his head and desire to get laid had other plans.

So, he picked up his phone one last time and composed the same message he’d written a hundred times.

to @yourusername: does your offer still stand? text me 212-203-3849

For the second time in a week, you were pacing outside of Mat’s apartment. You’d received his message almost six days ago, and now here you were.

Your chest nearly collapsed with relief when you’d seen he wanted to take you up on your offer. And then your stomach filled with butterflies, nerves wracking your body as you now had an official plan to lose your virginity.

You eagerly liked the message, dialing his number in your phone so you could hash out the details over text. He promised you two would go over some ground rules in person, saying it felt too weird to have a written contract or something over text. You agreed to his plans and set a date to go over to his apartment that following weekend.

Feeling more courageous than you did a week ago, you knocked on the door with confidence this time. If you were going to lose your virginity tonight, you weren’t going to look like a frightened kitten when you did.

Mat greeted you with a warm smile this time, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. Same as last time, he ushered you into his apartment and directed you towards his couch.

“Do you want anything to drink? I was about to open a bottle of wine,” Mat asked, already moving to the kitchen.

“Yeah, wine would be great. Thanks,” you replied, taking a seat on the edge of the couch.

Mat tinkered around in the kitchen for a couple minutes before he joined you, handing you a glass of red. You took a long sip as he settled down, hoping the wine would work fast to calm your nerves.

“So, what did you want to discuss first?” He asked after a moment.

“Well, we should probably have some ground rules. I was thinking that since you’re the expert and all, you should decide how these lessons go. Oh, and I think that we should keep this to a three-time thing. Anything more than that will probably get more complicated,” you answered with ease. Not to say you had spent the past week thinking about what you were going to say, but you definitely did.

Mat nodded in agreement at your suggestions before adding his own.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Also, we can’t tell anyone about this because, you know, your brother and the team and all,” he said. You hummed in response, that much was a given. No one could know about this.

“So, where do we start? Should I take off my clothes or?” You asked.

“No,” he said with a chuckle, “We’re going to watch a movie.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. For now at least.”

You hadn’t known what you were expecting, but it was not a cuddle session on his couch. You imagined that maybe he would’ve just ripped your clothes off the minute you walked in to get down to business, but he was being way more casual than you were feeling. Which was probably a good thing because your heart was beating a thousand beats a minute, so at least one of you had this situation under control.

Mat had told you to dress comfortably as he didn’t plan on leaving the apartment, and he was dressed in a similar fashion as you: gray sweatpants with a dark blue t-shirt. You had thrown on a pair of leggings and a shirt from your college before leaving, making sure to wear at least a nice bralette and pair of panties underneath.

He drank down the rest of his wine before adjusting himself on the couch, moving into a position where he was laying down. Grabbing the blanket folded on the back cushion, he spread it out over his body before patting the spot in front of him. Normally, you would’ve been intimidated by a bold move like this, but the wide smile on his face indicated that he was perfectly comfortable right now, and his ease surrounded you in waves.

Slamming back the rest of your wine, you lay down in front of him, tucking your body against his while his arms pulled your chest closer.

“Anything specific you want to watch?” He asked, using his free hand to grab the remote. You muttered a quiet ‘no,’ allowing him to go ahead and choose. Mat scrolled through the Netflix options before settling on a new action movie.

“So, how much experience do you have exactly?” Mat asked once the introduction credits had finished. It was a good thing he wasn’t looking at you because your face heated up in embarrassment.

“I’ve only ever got as far as making out,” you muttered.

“No one’s ever touched you then?” He prodded.

“No,” you replied, your cheeks on fire. You couldn’t see him, but Mat nodded in response against the back of your head, letting out a quiet ‘okay.’

It wasn’t the first time Mat had been with a virgin, but that hadn’t been since high school and when he also wasn’t that experienced himself. Mat decided to let the movie play for a little bit longer before making his first move.

That time came when there was a particularly slow scene on. Slowly, he lifted up the hem of your t-shirt and slid his hand underneath, tracing small circles on the skin of your stomach. You clenched your thighs together as a warm feeling started to spread throughout your body.

It was happening.

Mat kept his hands there for a few minutes, inching up so slowly you almost couldn’t tell he’d moved at all. When the initial shock of his touch settled, you tried to refocus your attention to the movie.

Another ten minutes passed before Mat made his next move. Almost imperceptibly, he used his elbow to push his torso up before he brushed the hair covering your neck to the side. You felt his fingertips brush your ear, a shiver running up your spine. He brought his lips to your neck a split second later, placing a soft kiss against it.

Your eyes briefly shut for a second, reveling in the fact that Mat’s lips were on your neck. He kissed around your jaw a couple times before the hand on his stomach was shifting you to rest on your back. Your body followed his lead and your eyes met his hazel ones before he was leaning in to kiss your lips.

A heat unfurled in your body the second your lips connected and you eagerly moved yours against his. One of Mat’s hands had moved to the back of your neck to tilt your head at a better angle, the other hand moving further up under your shirt to rest just below your bra clasp. Your body involuntarily arched up into his hands as his tongue slipped out to part your lips. You opened your mouth and his tongue entered immediately, tangling with yours. You and Mat lay on the couch for a good while, making out heavily before you eventually had to break it for air.

“At least you don’t have to worry about kissing. You’re a natural,” Mat commended with an airy chuckle, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his compliment.

Mat’s smile brightened at your laugh before he leaned back in, the heat building in your body at double speed. You knew you were attracted to him, but you didn’t think he would be able to wind you up this fast. Or maybe it was just because you’ve never had a man touch you like this before.

Breaking the kiss, Mat began to trail more kisses down your body, pausing near your collarbone when he heard a particular breathy gasp leave your mouth. Mat continued his path over your shirt until he reached your belly button.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, looking up at you.

“You can take mine off if you take yours off,” you replied with a seductive smirk. Mat pulled back from your body, matching your smirk with one of his own as he tore off his shirt. Less than a second later, he was tugging at the hem of yours, urging you to sit up so he could take it off.

Mat’s hands were back on your body right after he tossed your shirt on the floor. This time, he retraced his path down your torso with his mouth and tongue, leaving no patch of skin untouched. His fingers danced around the edge of your leggings, teasing you until you were lifting up your hips into his face.

“Please take them off, Mat,” you said through gasps, wanting nothing more than to be rid of your clothing. He chuckled lightly against your waistband, his nose tickling your abdomen before he began shimmying off your leggings.

Tilting your hips up, you helped him slide the pants down your legs along with your underwear. Though your cheeks flamed up at the thought of being exposed before Mat, you felt oddly calm (well, as calm as you can be given the circumstances) with him.

“Holy shit, baby. You’re soaked,” Mat noted with a deep groan. He shuffled his body further down the couch into a comfortable position, lifting one leg to hook over his shoulder.

You breathed in shaky breaths as Mat placed gentle kisses on your thighs, working upwards slowly until he reached your core. And when he used his tongue to lick a strip across your pussy, your back arched into the air as you let out a loud moan.

“You gotta stay still, Y/N,” Mat chuckled darkly, wrapping one hand to steady your middle.

“Sorry, never done this before,” you replied in gasps.

Now immobilized, Mat resumed his place between your legs, repeating the same series of licks before he closed his lips around your clit. He flicked his tongue across the sensitive area. God, you would have done this a long time ago if you knew it would feel this good. You weren’t sure if it was too early to feel the heat inside you build up this quickly or if Mat was just too good at this. You hoped it was the latter.

His tongue lapped at your folds, and your hands flew down to grasp his hair in need. You didn’t think you could moan any louder, but then he brought his thumb to your clit to rub in tight circles as his tongue teased your entrance.

“Holy fuck,” you whined out, canting your hips up as much as you could. You could feel his smirk against your pussy at your exclamation, bringing his hand down to slowly enter a finger into you.

You let out a surprised gasp as you felt the first finger penetrate you. Mat kept his attention on your clit, lips sucking harshly at it. You let yourself get lost in the pleasure, focusing on how good he was making you feel.

After a few thrusts of one finger, giving you plenty of time to adjust, he added a second, feeling your walls tighten around them. He moved both fingers in and out of you, alternating the pressure between your entrance and clit. Just when he hit the right spot inside you, your hand tugged on his hair tightly, and he took the hint to curl his fingers against that spot.

“I’m so close, Mat,” you moaned, tossing your head back into the pillow.

“What do you need, baby?” He asked, pulling back for a quick breath. You glanced down to meet his gaze, taking in the way his chin glistened from your pussy. The view made you moan lowly, and his eyes darkened at the sound.

“Your tongue, please,” you begged quietly.

Mat heard the words leave your mouth and nestled his face back between your legs, tongue sliding up your slit in response. In rhythm with stroking your g-spot, he sucked at your clit, and it was mere seconds before your body coiled tightly inside. He kept the same pace and before long, you felt yourself crest the peak and then fall.

Mat removed his fingers slowly from your entrance, his tongue licking softly at your folds until he felt your breathing return to normal. It took you a few seconds to regain your sense of self, stars still whirling in the corners of your vision. When you finally felt yourself grounded on Earth again, you opened your eyes to see a self-satisfied smirk on Mat’s face.

“You’re so hot when you come,” he said when you met his gaze, and had you not been riding high on cloud nine when he said this, you might have blushed in embarrassment. But you weren’t embarrassed right now. The only thing you felt was giddy. Giddy because you were one step closer to your end goal.

And while you were blissed out, you dropped your gaze to notice the extremely visible bulge tenting in his sweatpants. Focused on a new task, you sat up quickly before leaning over Mat’s body so you could return the favor. Your lips crashed against his in a frenzy, your hands clumsily reaching down to grasp his length. However, you only got to feel it for a second before Mat’s hand was tugging it away.

“Not tonight, babe. Tonight was about you,” Mat said with a strained voice, breaking the kiss to look at you.

“What do you mean? We’re not having sex tonight?” You asked in confusion, your head still a little hazy from the orgasm.

“No, we’re not,” he laughed, noticing the wantonness in your voice, “You said I’m in charge, right? This was already a lot for one night, so we’ll put off the sex until next time.”

You nodded your head, though you weren’t really understanding. It made sense. Tonight was a very big step for you, and he didn’t want to give you too much at once. But despite that, your pussy was begging for a repeat performance and you were so far gone you were willing to do just about anything Mat would say.

“What about you, though?” You asked, glancing down to the noticeable tent.

“I’ll be fine, I promise. We still have two more lessons. There’s plenty of time for that later,” he replied, though the bulge between you seemed to say otherwise.

“Promise you’re okay?” You insisted.

“I swear, Y/N,” he said with a chuckle.

A comfortable silence fell between you after that, and you couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face. Your eyes sparkled with renewed purpose, and you felt satisfied for the first time in a long time. A smile of Mat’s own slowly appeared on his face as he watched you light up before him. Before you could stop yourself, you threw yourself into him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

“Thank you, Mat. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You said happily, punctuating each ‘thank you’ with a loud smacking kiss on his cheek.

When you pulled back to give him that award-winning smile again, Mat had one thought.

He was totally fucked.

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girlsinoctober · 4 years

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Tell your man wait inside when i’m pullin’ up [e.p.]

emily prentiss x fem!reader

summary: she wanted you and she was going to have you, even with him in the way

disclaimer: strong language, sexual nature, mentions of adultery, slightly nsfw scene

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Emily frustratedly tugged at her hair. She had gotten off of work nearly half-an-hour ago and she had yet to pull out of the parking lot or even turn her car on for that matter.

Her most recent serial killer case had taken a much greater toll on her than usual; she was frustrated, angered, exhausted even and looking for some form of emotional release.

Any other time she would call you without even hesitating. But it was late; almost two in the morning. She knew that by now you were in bed with your boyfriend having his arm wrapped around your waist. She knew that you were probably awake, annoyed by the sound of his snoring, and staring at the ceiling in the dark hoping he’d turn away from you in his sleep.

She wanted to see you. She wanted you in her bed, wrapped in her arms with nothing but the thin sheet between the two of you. She wanted to lay with you, tangled up until it was hard to tell the difference between your two bodies.

She felt selfish, after all she was the one that had pushed you away those months ago. She was the one that didn’t want to get into a relationship simply because she was trying to adjust to her life back with the BAU from Interpol.

And now, she was selfishly stealing you for herself behind your boyfriend’s back.

She looked back down at her phone, sighing softly. Her finger was hovering over your name, her heart beating hard in her chest. Should she?

She groaned at the headache beginning to form behind her eyes before moving to pull her jacket off her shoulders, tossing it into the passenger seat before starting up her car.

“Fuck it.” She pressed your name, lifting the phone to her ear and letting her head fall onto the headrest of her seat.

It rang...a few times. Emily was just about to hang up when it stopped ringing and your voice sounded through the phone.

“Emily.” You whispered, clutching your phone tightly as you locked the bathroom door behind you and moved to sit on the floor.

“I want to see you.” She spoke sternly, she was trying to make it clear that it was urgent. If she gave your room to second guess, you would, and neither of you would be seeing the either other tonight.

She could hear you sighing through the phone and could already imagine the look on your face. “You know I can’t do that.” Your fingers tugged at the fiber of the bathroom rug you were sitting on.

“Yes you can, you know you can.” She huffed, you could tell she was in a mood and she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Em...” Her car came to a stop at a light. “Don’t Em me.” You could feel the butterflies at the pit of your stomach as much as you tried to ignore it. She was rarely this stern with you. Something about the tone of her voice sparked a need inside of you, the same need that was already growing at the pit of her stomach.

“It’s the middle of the night Em. How do I justify to him going out this late?” You sighed, leaning your head against the tub behind you.

“You don’t. Fuck him,” she practically growled, “How about this; you stop hiding in the bathroom like I know you are and go tell him you’ve found someone that’s gonna take care of you better than he can.” You could hear her car taking off and speeding up.

You were going to speak up before she continued, “Better yet, don’t tell him anything. Just pack your shit and you can move into mine. I can have you settled in before the sun even comes up.” You knew she meant it, but she was also running on no sleep and her mouth got bad when she was tired.

“You’re wasting your time with him. I don’t even know why you give him the light of day. He’s a dead-beat who’s never done anything for you but fuck up your day, yeah?”

“Fine, alright Emily. I’ll meet you.” You had to cut her rant off, causing her to chuckle cockily, “Don’t pretend like you weren’t going to anyway.” You rolled your eyes, trying to fight back the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“I’ll be there in ten.” Was all she added before hanging up the phone.

When she finally pulled onto your street, you were already standing outside your house with a backpack sling lazily over your shoulder. She pulled beside you, unlocking the car doors.

Her eyes examined you, she couldn’t help but bite her lip and the very sight of you. As soon as you caught her looking she diverted her attention to the empty street in front of her.

When you got in she didn’t say a word to you, just sped off with a force that caused the tires to squeal against the pavement. You would have yelled at her for it any other time. That would be if you hadn’t already made such a ruckus at home, screaming at your boyfriend, and practically waking the whole neighborhood.

You didn’t speak up, her body was tensed and her knuckles were holding the wheel so hard they were turning a ghost white color.

When she finally came to a stop outside her house, she shut the car off but made no effort to move or look at you. You looked between her and the house.

“What’d you tell him?” She questioned, keeping her eyes trained straight ahead of her. Your eyes landed on her, admiring the sharp edge of her tensed jaw.

“Exactly what you told me to.” You bit your lip as she met your eyes. You expected a smile or something, but her expression did not change. You couldn’t read the look on her face, mostly because there was no light to illuminate the car. You could only see a shadow of her features. “I want you.” You cleared your throat.

For a moment you could see her face, as a car drove past with its lights shining into her face. She looked tired to no end, like the life had been drained from her. You knew a case had to be bad to do such damage on her.

Before you had the chance to speak, she leaned forward and connected your lips. The kiss was powerful, it ripped the air from your lungs. Her lips worked against yours as if she was desperately trying to rid herself of her aggression.

She pulled you over the console into her lap with an assertive nature, gripping at the back of your thighs as to tell you ‘Don’t you dare move’.

One of her hands moved to tangle within your hair, pulling roughly. You let out a surprised gasp and she took the chance to deepen the kiss with her tongue.

It was all coming out, all of the frustration and anger. She was taking it out on you in the best way possible. You silently invited her to continue, cupping her face to stable yourself against her.

“Em.” You mumbled, letting your head fall back as she moved her kisses to your neck. Attacking it in the most possessive manner; it was as if she was claiming you in this exact moment. And you were not stopping her.

She tugged on your hair again, basking in the moan that fell from your lips. “You sound so pretty when you moan for me.” She mumbled, biting down on your shoulder.

A chill ran up your spine, goosebumps erupting on your skin. When you looked down to meet her eyes the look she gave practically melted you.

She was looking at you as if she wanted you, she had to have you. And, without doubt, you wanted her just as much.

She continued kissing your shoulder, leaving marks as she went. Instinctively, your hips rolled towards hers and she let out a groan. She gripped you tighter.

“Baby,” she planted, looking up at you now. “Inside.” She demanded, her tone gentle now.

The two of you collected yourselves and shuffled into her house, her fumbling frustratedly with her keys and you giggling behind her. She’s not you a playful glare and swung the door open for you.

When you stepped inside the air felt different than your own home. It was warmer and everything smelled like her, it made your stomach flutter.

“You know...” she started, breaking the silence once again. “When I bought this place, I imagined you in it.” A blushed spread on your cheeks.

“I imagined you cooking breakfast on the weekends, me cooking dinner on the weekdays. This place had the exact stove and oven you used to go on and on about when you saw it on Instagram.” She chuckled lightly and you turned to look at her fully.

“I bought those towels you loved for the bathroom, I thought maybe it would make you feel more comfortable here. I even bought some copies of your favorite books to put on the coffee table.” You moved closer to get, placing your hand on her cheek.

“I only use the fitted sheet on the bed. Because I know you like to pile on blankets and the sheet gets lost on the floor so you don’t ever put it on anyway.” She leaned into your touch.

“I could see us when I bought this place. I could see myself fucking you on even surface in here. The shower even has its own bench inside.” It caught you off guard how her tone did not change at such a bold statement. But the way she looked into your eyes fueled your desire for her.

“I can honestly say that you’re the love of my life. And I’m sick of pretending that I’m not in love with you. I’m sick of leaving your house knowing someone else is going to take my place in your bed. I’m sick of acting as if I don’t know you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

She wrapped an arm around you and pulled your bodies flush against one another. Her face was so close to yours that you could feel the brush of her breath against your lips.

It was silent for a second, your eyes connected so strongly that nothing was going to have the power to tear the two of you away from each other.

Without missing a beat, you leaped for her lips. Emily stumbled softly before steadying the two of you. She kissed you with hunger and passion and love. You were sure she could feel your heart beating through the closeness of your chests, and dear god was it racing.

She guided you through the house and inter her bedroom, expertly keeping you from knocking into anything. That was until the back of your knees hit the end of the bed and she pushed you down with a soft ‘thud’.

She looked down on you, her lips swollen and pink. She searched your face, looking for permission which only coaxed a smile to your lips.

“I’m not going anywhere baby. I choose you.”

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ingek73 · 3 years

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Game, set, and twat: Whether it’s Meghan or Naomi Osaka, Piers Morgan’s MailOnline-enabled bullying has a pattern...

... the mediocre hack’s mediocre hack hates women who don’t dance to his tune.

Mic Wright

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If someone had a blog and Twitter account where they relentlessly attacked a series of high profile women — many of them women of colour — for perceived slights and their refusal to pay the writer attention, we’d usually call that person a bully and a troll, and if they persisted in that behaviour they might even find themselves facing legal consequences.

But Piers Morgan has a TV career and a MailOnline byline so he’s given impunity to mock, abuse, and denigrate women while claiming he’s just a ‘critical voice’. His latest target is Naomi Osaka, the 23-year-old tennis player who is currently ranked number 2 in the world, is the reigning champion of the US Open and Australian Open, and became the first woman to win back-to-back grand slams since Serena Williams in 2015.

By contrast, Piers Morgan is a mediocre hack who owes his controversy-baiting career to Simon Cowell who pulled him out of the dumper of history and plonked him on the America’s Got Talent panel after he was frog-marched out of Fleet Street for slapping faked photos on the front page of a national newspaper. That incident was the last in an ignominious run at The Daily Mirror and, before that, in the Murdoch press, which I have covered extensively in the past.

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Nabil Abdulrashid

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If time machines existed Piers Morgan would go backwards in time to chat shit about Rosa Parks

May 31st 2021

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Morgan’s latest creepy obsession was triggered — I use that word deliberately — by Osaka’s decision not to speak to the press during the French Open at Roland Garros because interviews were affecting her mental health. She subsequently withdrew from the tournament altogether after winning her first match, having been fined $15,000 for not speaking to the media and warned she was at risk of being expelled from the event.

In her statement yesterday, Osaka wrote that she had suffered “long bouts of depression” since she defeated Serena Williams in the 2018 US Open Final and received significant media attention. She continued:

I never wanted to be a distraction and I accept that my timing was not ideal and my message could have been clearer. More importantly, I would never trivialise mental health or use the term lightly.

Nothing in either of Osaka’s statements support Morgan’s sneering labelling of the player as “Narcissistic Naomi” or “world sport’s most petulant little madam”. Once again a 56-year-old man is using his vast and undeserved media platform to bully and harass a woman half his age. And — surprise, surprise — it’s actually just a new front in his obsessive one-sided war on the Duchess of Sussex.

Beneath the frankly unhinged headline, Narcissistic Naomi's cynical exploitation of mental health to silence the media is right from the Meghan and Harry playbook of wanting their press cake and eating it, Morgan writes:

Naomi Osaka is a brilliant tennis player…

… She is also the highest-paid female athlete in the world, raking in $55.2 million in the past 12 months, $5.2 million from tennis winnings and $50 million from endorsement deals with the likes of Nike, Beats by Dre, Mastercard and Nissin…

… Unfortunately, Ms Osaka is also an arrogant spoiled brat whose fame and fortune appears to have inflated her ego to gigantic proportions.

How else to explain her extraordinary decision to announce she will no longer participate in media press conferences, supposedly to protect her mental health?

Morgan is pretending that he doesn’t know that money is not an impregnable suit of armour to protect your mental health. Osaka could be the richest woman in the world and still face anxiety and depression. In fact, at just 23, the pressures of her performance-driven, endorsement-laden life are arguably more likely to lead to those feelings than a ‘normal’ one.

But rather than seeing Osaka as a young woman in an extraordinary position who is struggling with those demands and finding the hectoring, hostile, and entitled attitude of the press hard to handle at the moment, Morgan calls her “petulant” and continues:

[She] was fined $15,000 for refusing to appear in front of the media… Of course, given that she earns around $6,000 an hour, Osaka will recoup this fine while she sleeps tonight, rendering the fine utterly meaningless.

What's not meaningless is her frankly contemptible attempt to avoid legitimate media scrutiny by weaponizing mental health to justify her boycott.

Morgan departed Good Morning Britain after the row that followed his comment that he “didn’t believe a word” of the Duchess of Sussex’s statements about her mental health during the Oprah interview. Now, the mental health analyser has logged on again and he has determined that Naomi Osaka does not meet his standard of distress. Sadly, he secured his professional qualifications in this area by scrawling a certificate in crayon on the back of a Pizza Express kids menu.

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Paul Bernal

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What is it about Naomi Osaka and Meghan Markle that gets Piers Morgan so worked up, I wonder. Image

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He claims that after reading Osaka’s Instagram post about press conferences, which he calls “an orgy of narcissistic twaddle”, “several times” he experienced “mounting fury”. Remember, this is a 56-year-old man contorting his melted waxwork face into an angry rictus over a 23-year-old woman he doesn’t know choosing not to appear at a press conference. I am not convinced that Osaka is the narcissistic one here.

Morgan continues:

One thing’s very clear: This has got nothing to do with mental health.

What Osaka really means is that she doesn’t want to face the media if she hasn’t played well, because the beastly journalists might actually dare to criticise her performance…

… This is straight out of the Meghan and Harry playbook of wanting to have the world’s largest cake and eating it, by exploiting the media for ruthless self-promotion but using mental health to silence any media criticism.

One thing’s very clear: This has got nothing to do with Naomi Osaka.

What Morgan really means is that he’s still beetroot red over a perceived slight by Meghan back in 2016, which he only started ranting about after he didn’t get an invite to her wedding and was “ghosted”. That came after two years of him tweeting about her as a “friend”.

Piers Morgan is simply using Naomi Osaka as another way to wage his sad fuck guerilla war against the Sussexes. And Osaka is just the latest in a long string of young women to fall short of his weirdo expectations.

He berated Lady Gaga on social media, attacking her after she spoke about dealing with PTSD after being raped, and goaded her so much that she agreed to an interview clearly in the hope of getting him to stop.

He attacked Arianna Grande after the Manchester Arena attack and kept up his bullying for six months until she agreed to have dinner with him after what he said was a “chance meeting”. After she had conceded to spending time in his fetid presence he shifted tack and started creepily calling her his “soulmate” — she was 26 at the time.

These obsessions with young women are often framed as “feuds” in the press, but they are, in fact, byline-enabled stalking. Morgan has a huge platform and he abuses it to get women to concede to him, to make mollifying noises, to pretend that they are his friends just to get him to stop.

The only difference between Piers Morgan and a street harasser screaming at a woman to smile is that MailOnline and ITV pay him handsomely for the privilege. Tonight, Morgan’s ‘Life Stories’ interview with Keir Starmer goes out on ITV and he’ll once again get a chance to dominate the headlines. His views are given credence by the political elite even as he continues to abuse women for attention and praise.

It’s a tactic he’s used for decades, stretching back to his time on The Sun’s Bizarre column, where he insisted on inserting pictures of himself cuddling up to celebrities. His ‘feud’/obsession with Madonna has run on for decades, beginning in his Fleet Street days when she didn’t give him the exclusive on her first pregnancy and continuing right up until now.

As with Lady Gaga, Morgan has repeatedly mocked and dismissed Madonna for saying she was raped in the past. However, unlike Gaga, Madonna has refused to pay homage to Morgan with an interview. He preemptively ‘banned’ her from his CNN show back in 2011 though she had shown not one scintilla of interest in appearing, and tried to reignite interest in his hatred for her in 2016 by saying he would end “the feud” if she apologised to him. He’s still waiting for that call.

Morgan’s attack on Osaka, which is simply another attempt to get at Meghan, came two days after a Daily Mail interview with Jan Moir in which he grumbled:

[Meghan] thinks she’s beaten me? She might be in for a surprise because I suspect I’ll be back soon. If Meghan thinks she has cancelled me or won the battle, she is in for a big shock. I’ve never been more popular.

It made me think of this moment in Mad Men:

Michael Ginsberg: What do I care? I got a million of them… a million…

Don Draper: Good. I guess I’m lucky you work for me.

Michael Ginsberg: I feel bad for you.

Don Draper: I don’t think about you at all.

Meghan is Draper. Morgan is a total Ginsberg — smug and self-satisfied, convinced that Meghan is as obsessed with him as he is with her, certain that they are having a feud between equals and not the same dynamic as every woman cursed with a sad but sinister stalker.

And while Morgan acts like he’s a brave truth-teller, he only dares pump his horseshit opinions into MailOnline’s open sewer once he’s fairly sure that there are enough other media bullies taking the same line. The Australian’s tennis correspondent Will Swanton filed his misogynist screed a full day before Morgan got round to his.

There’s a clue as to how Morgan expects young women to act around him in the latest instalment of his journals — The Diary of Samuel Creeps — which are published in The Mail on Sunday.

Recounting his visit to what sounds like a truly mind-numbing party (“…drinking cocktails, nibbling canapés and having actual ‘fun’ in the garden of the Notting Hill home of Gabriela Peacock, nutritionist to the stars.”) he describes an encounter with Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie:

Princess Beatrice arrived with her husband Eduardo. They announced her first pregnancy today, and both seemed ecstatically happy.

‘Please thank your mum for her supportive texts when I left GMB,’ I told her. ‘She’s always been very loyal to me, and I greatly appreciate it.’

‘Well, you’ve been very loyal to her,’ Beatrice replied, ‘and she appreciates that too.’

I’ve always had a soft spot for Fergie.

Princess Eugenie, who gave birth to her first child three months ago, joined her sister. ‘If you two need any parenting tips for your expanding Royal creche, I’ve had four kids so am something of an expert,’ I suggested.

Their regal eyebrows shot up in synchronised horror. ‘No, we’re good thanks, Piers,’ came the firm, unified response.

I’ve known both Princesses since they were very young, and they’ve been through a lot of tough times in the media spotlight, especially lately over their father Prince Andrew’s shameful friendship with billionaire paedophile Jeffrey Epstein.

But they never complain, or give whining interviews, or publicly trash their family, and they’re always incredibly nice, polite and good fun – which all makes such a refreshing change from their narcissistic, self-pitying, family-abusing, spoiled-brat cousins over in California.

Piers Morgan wants to be treated as famous rather than infamous, and likes women to indulge his antics and act as if they’re amused by his sweaty-handed attention. Fergie — a woman devoid of discernible talent beyond tolerating her ex-husband’s second career as the top Yelp! reviewer at Jeffrey Epstein’s houses — is a-ok with Piers because she sucks up to him. Similarly, her daughters are delightful because they’ll tolerate Morgan’s dad jokes and fetid familiarity.

Morgan is not a journalist, a truth-teller, a maverick, or a commentator in anything but bad faith. He’s nothing more than a misogynist with a MailOnline byline and some big money contracts. Don’t let him pretend to be anything else.

#piers morgan #naomi osaka #meghan markle #lady gaga #ariana grande

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somanyscenarios · 4 years

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pinky promise?

Pairing; jeonghan x reader

Genre; fluff, fluff and more fluff

Word Count; 1.2k! (short oneshot, 2 - 5 minute read)

Summary; the pinky promise has forever been a staple in your relationship, and on the day of seungcheol’s wedding, you find yourself tied together, pinky to pinky once again.

A/N;; i don’t think i’ve written a fic or a scenario since 2017, i apologise if this isn’t archive of our own worthy! i’ve just missed doing my usual fluff super short oneshot’s i’ve been working with since 2012! anyway, stan seventeen and enjoy!

Folding the edges of his popped collar down, Jeonghan stared into the mirror, palms pressing any creases in his shirt away as he rotated to ensure that everything was fully tucked into his trousers. He was almost ethereal looking in this state, not fully put together and hair out of place, his captivating eyes checking himself out head to toe. You admired from the en suite attached to your bedroom, head leant against the door frame as you locked eyes in the reflection of the mirror. Jeonghan’s closed lip smile slowly spread into a bright grin as he looked you head to toe – “You look amazing! I hope you’re not upstaging the bride on purpose.” He winked, you rolled your eyes in response, straightening your pose and heading over to grab his cufflinks. He sat down on the stool by the vanity and held out his wrist as you knelt down, beginning to fiddle with his sleeves. “Very funny, let’s remind ourselves it’s Seungcheol’s day, not ours mm?” This romance Seungcheol had found himself in was a whirlwind to say the least, he’d bumped into a girl at the local convenience store and it just caught him off guard, you still remembered the day he came running to tell everyone about this beautiful woman he’d set eyes on. Well, thankfully, she’d felt the same and you’d all taken a shine to her, to her credit she really did bring out the best in him – and now you’re here, on their wedding day, less than a year later.

Your romance was a little less of a sprint and more like a marathon. You’d met in high school and had taken the same electives and had similar interests, you got along really well. Jeonghan was always a charmer, you’d hear him coming before you’d see him, the natural showman. It was hard not to like him. You were more on the quiet side, head in your books rather than singing your way down the corridors, but that matched him well – he was a complete brain box, with grades that reflected his dedication to anything he could put his mind to. By the end of first year you two were nearly inseparable, with each other waiting at the gates at the start of the morning and being the last to leave at the end of the night. There were feelings there, that you’d both acknowledged and it was looking like it was about to manifest into something real, until he got scouted. It was hard, you knew at that moment in time, you had no place in his near-future, and it would be selfish of you to expect so.

You could remember the day of graduation like it was yesterday. Jeonghan was moving into dorms, and he’d no longer be able to spend his time with you. Whilst everyone was signing shirts and discussing what the future holds, you found yourself sat on the table in the classroom you both would spend your time playing games and half-ass tutoring each other. The door peaked open and Jeonghan sighed, shutting it and locking it behind himself, sliding himself onto the desk beside you. “I think it’ll be weird not seeing this background every week.” He chuckled, you gave him a small smile and nodded in agreement. The room dropped to an eerie silence before you raised your head to face the blackboard. “I am happy for you, you know, I don’t want you to think I’m not.” You reassured him, he knew that, and he knew you’d never stop him from doing something that makes him happy but he could sense the sadness, and he felt it too. “I know.” His hand covered yours, your eyes meeting. “I will never forget you, I’ll always be here.” He whispered, his pinkie finger curling round yours in a promise.

You’d replayed that moment over and over in your head for years, and as you two set off on your separate paths, he was always in the back of your mind and soon in the forefront as he debuted, and his beautiful smile was plastered everywhere you looked. You were so immensely proud and made sure to buy every album, and attend every concert you could. A couple of years later you got a Instagram DM, from him.

‘ I told you I’d never forget! ‘ with a grinning emoji, you still remember the shiver that ran up your spine, that was it. The message that had started it all. There’s a belief about the Red Thread of Fate, an invisible cord that ties two people destined to be lovers together, no matter the distance or the circumstance, the cord would never break – and you’d always meet in the end. Jeonghan was the other half of your thread, and the treasured pinkie promise had become a statement of your relationship.

Your fingers threaded the second cufflink through the hole and secured it shut, standing between his legs as you tried to even the parting of his hair, his hands rested on your hips, arm slowly snaking around your middle as he stood up and looked down to you, a warm smile radiating from his face. One of his fingers lifted to push a few loose strands of hair back into your up do, you took him in in his entirety, his soft skin, warm touch and comforting eyes, your own shutting as his lips met your forehead. He’d always said he wasn’t the marriage type, and he didn’t really see the point of it, but with Seungcheol’s day finally arriving, he was becoming less and less cynical and moving to a point of celebrating the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, probably wasn’t a bad thing, and that it didn’t need to be legally declared on a piece of paper, but respected those that wished it was.

You were disturbed in the moment by the bustle of men’s voices running down the corridor, Jeonghan grabbed his blazer jacket off the bed and checked himself out in the mirror one final time. “How do I look?” He pointed, jokingly running his hand through his hair. “I’ll give you a solid 8/10.” You replied, pushing his arm with a grin. “Let’s go.”

The ceremony was beautiful, and everything you’d thought it could be and more, I guess it’s a plus when the entertainment is world renowned and food to die for. The moment Seungcheol’s fiancé walked through the door and down the aisle was something you’d never forget, she looked heavenly, and Seungcheol was almost in tears, sobering up slightly when Joshua’s foot hit against his leg with a mumble-chuckle “your mom will hate it if your ugly crying ruins the wedding video.” Getting a stifled laugh from all the groomsmen. You’d been placed a couple of rows from the front and yes, it was Seungcheol’s day but you couldn’t’ take your eyes off your boyfriend, the way his hands clasped together, fingers linking with the others, the fit of his suit – tailored to perfection, coming back down to earth as the ceremony reached its climax.

“… In sickness and in health,” Seungcheol repeated, you’d glanced back over to your boyfriend, who’s eyes met yours across the church, his hands unclasped as he held out his pinkie finger subtly, you, without any explanation, held yours out also. “Until death do us part.” He mouthed in the same time as Seungcheol, his pinkie curling as he did it, your heart swelled. “Until death do us part.”

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thecreepiestcarrie · 3 years

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#JusticeforJohnnyDepp: Johnny’s witness statements at a glance (Kevin Murphy & Kate James)

Things I Cover in this Post:

AH’s consumption of alcohol and prescription pills

AH consistently lying/submitting false documents in order to get what she wants

the dogs in Australia

AH lying to Homeland Security

AH’s abuse of Johnny (both verbal and physical)

the shit in the bed

AH bullying/threatening/intimidating members of Johnny’s staff

The two witness statements I’m including highlights from come from: Kate James- personal assistant to AH for a little under 3 years & Kevin Murphy- Johnny’s estate manager for 8 years, ending in 2016

Before we get into that, I would really love it if you could check out and sign this petition that is demanding an official review into the misconduct of the judge for this case, Andrew Nicol.

It’s a lot of talk about the illegal smuggling of the dogs into Australia, which could definitely come off as tedious af, but I feel this is an excellent demonstrator of the character of Scum and how she tries to manipulate/control all those around her. That is mostly what this instalment is going to be about, employees speaking to the character of Scum and her non-existent relationship with the truth.

Beginning with a woman who worked as assistant to Scum, so Scum was paying her, you would think her loyalty would be to her employer, the person she was working for and spending lots of time with. Well, nope, coz Scum is exactly that - SCUM.

More of Scum bullying/belittling Johnny. But I mainly included this part so we could take a look at Kate’s account of Scum drinking ‘vast quantities’ of wine each night. Johnny recounted in his witness statements of his ‘difficult’ relationship with drink and drugs, including visits to rehab facilities in order to get sober. He talks specifically of March 2015, in Australia (when she mutilated his finger), saying: Under the stress of the situation, I poured myself a glass of vodka and drank it. It was with this glass that I broke my sobriety. Kate was fired by Scum (actually blindsided is how she put it) in Feb of 2015, so the testimony of her buying non-alcoholic beer for Johnny holds up to me.

Before I started reading properly into this case, I was nervous to properly research into it because I was thinking that I would read something about Johnny that I didn’t like and I was terrified that I’d never come back from that. 12 years of my life- loving, idolising, being inspired by this man- I didn’t want that to end in a blazing burn of ‘wow, what a shithead, I can’t believe that’s what I dedicated time/money/energy to’. But halleloo, he is everything I’ve always hoped he was and potentially more. So I included this section not just as a ‘wow, Johnny is the greatest’, but also, Scum’s assistant failing to see any signs of injury, which is just another voice to add to the booming chorus at this point.

Here we have Scum wilfully and knowingly breaking laws for her own benefit.

Here is the photo that was submitted as part of Kate’s evidence. It isn’t super clear but I’ve highlighted the date, as well as some of the flowery language Scum employs to portray herself as so much better than she is and just going over the top with that.

This is a check Kate submitted in her evidence. To me, the signature doesn’t seem to match the one on the document from Scum. But what is important about this check is the name: Savannah McMillian, the fact that it’s from the Bank of America and the date, of September 2014, which is the same month of Scum’s false document (if you zoom in).

There is no chance in Hell that Savannah was just a friend of Scum’s visiting America for a magical trip. No ma’am, no Pam. I also wanted to include a screenshot provided by Kevin Murphy of an email from Savannah, in which she specifically introduces herself as Scum’s assistant. So here is another lie to add to her list (is there even any room on the tally board anymore?)

‘She felt that she was above the law’

Hmm, what does that remind me of? Oh right, the symptoms/signs of antisocial personality disorders aka SOCIOPATHIC BEHAVIOUR! Referring back to Mayo Clinic, they describe: a disregard for right/wrong, arrogance/sense of superiority, unnecessary risk-taking, failure to consider negative consequences/learn from them, consistent irresponsibility and so on and so on.

She’s lied and perjured herself in the past - why wouldn’t she continue to lie to get what she wants? aka- this whole hoax against Johnny.

Grease? Calm down sweetie, you’re not in the mob. Just say bribe.

GREASE ME UP, WOMAN!

Anyway, let’s move along to Kevin Murphy, a man who worked with Johnny for 8 years and had to deal with a lot of Scum’s shit.

Here we have Johnny telling a member of his staff about the physical abuse he was being subjected to - why didn’t Scum do the same and tell members of her team? Oh right, because it never happened to her.

Kevin was very involved with all of the dog smuggling bullshit and it became a personal matter for him. All of this could’ve been avoided... If not for Scum’s selfishness.

She threatened him and his job and then tried to place all of the legal blame of the smuggling onto him.

Again, I wanted to touch on Scum’s use of alcohol and even drugs. I wanted to be fair to Scum in this, maybe she was using Provigil under a prescription, just like Johnny and his Roxicodone. So I did some digging and I found that yes, Provigil does require a prescription.

But, from what I could gather from my reading, you can get some over the counter substitutes that have a lower dosage.

But no.2, I found a website where you can purchase Provigil.

I took the liberty of adding it to a cart and selecting checkout. I took all of the steps up to the point where I’d have to pay and guess what? Not once was I asked to provide any details of a GP or of a prescription.

Again, to be fair to Scum, I checked to see if you could also get Roxicodone on this website and guess what?

No, no you can’t.

I don’t intend for this to be taken as conclusive evidence in any way, but it was something that I found interesting.

I really wish they had gotten it DNA tested.

Scum told three different versions of this shit in the bed story-

shit? What shit? There wasn’t any shit in the bed

Yeah, lol, there was shit in the bed, just a harmless prank, got ‘im!

It was the dogs the whole time

And then she projects onto Kevin the fact that she lied, because that’s what she loves to do. She takes her own behaviour and applies it to other people to get them in trouble. This indicates to me that she knows her actions are wrong, but I guess she just thinks she can always find a way to get out of it.

Is she a child? Is she an actual infant? Is she a fucking child?

He had to go and tell 8 other members of their/Johnny’s team to make sure she wouldn’t misbehave and then she went and did it anyway! Is she a child?! It’s like she’s a fucking kid who the Dad has to tell the babysitter that ‘no, she isn’t usually allowed candy, please don’t give her any’ and then the babysitter catches her with a stash of candy anyway! It’s pathetic!

Johnny didn’t want the dogs to come at all and yet, he’s the one who bore most of the brunt over here in the media. And still does, if you refer to this incident, it’s not her dogs, it’s Johnny Depp and his dogs that he snuck in to the country that pissed off the government.

She had this man believing he was going to lose his job because he was trying to correct a legal wrong that she had knowingly committed.

And here she is making a joke about it, on her own fucking Instagram. She had someone take that photo, typed out the caption and decided: ‘yep, this is something I can stand behind, this is fine, this is great content’ and posted it to the world.

Here we go again with another example of that sociopathic behaviour, with her showing a complete lack of remorse and a lack of empathy over the damage this did to the other people involved.

I hope this has helped to provide a greater insight into the type of person Scum is, how manipulative, ruthless and uncaring she is to any/all of the people around her when she’s in pursuit of a goal. I also hope this has helped to shed more light on Scum and her habits with alcohol and pills, which she doesn’t want you to know about, of course. It’s kinda hard for her to consistently call Johnny an addict when she clearly cracks into the goon sack a fair amount herself.

#justice for johnny depp #Johnny Depp #johnny depp is innocent #i stand with johnny depp #johnny depp is a survivor #Amber Heard #get amber heard fired #anti amber heard #amber heard is scum #amber heard is an abuser #amber heard is a liar #johnny depp vs the sun #johnny depp vs dan wootton #i read through the court documents so you don't have to

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imaginesforyourfandom · 5 years

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A Suspicious Friendship - Christen Press Imagine

(Y/N)’s POV:

This day just fucking sucks. I’ve cried more than I would’ve liked too, and I have just about had it.

“You know maybe we should get drunk. Anything to feel better at this point.” Lieke said as we all were sitting in the locker room. I nodded my head as Viv stood to go grab some of the unopened champagne bottles. We had them for if we had won the World Cup, but that obviously didn’t happen. She came back over and offered us each a bottle.

“We should start drinking before they come and tell us the US needs more…” Danielle said as she opened hers and took a drink. There were a couple of groans at the mention of the US girls. Personally, I didn’t have a problem with them considering I was dating one of them.

“Are you alright? You haven’t said one word.” Jackie asked me as I focused back into the conversation.

“That’s not true.” Danielle said taking another sip. “She yelled fuck before she started crying on the field.”

“I did yell fuck.” I said quietly as I took a sip from my own bottle. “Lost the World Cup. Probably going to lose my girlfriend. I am very tired of today.”

“What?” some of them said turning towards me.

“What do you mean? I thought you and Christen were good…” Lieke asked with a concerned look.

“We were. Then, we haven’t really spoken and every time we have…she gets off the phone quickly or she’s too busy to text…it’s always something with her teammate.” I shrugged my shoulders as I leaned my head back a little.

“Well I mean…we get busy sometimes. We all like hanging out and I know I hate it when you guys are on your phones the whole time.” Sari said looking around as some of them nodded their heads in agreement.

“You said teammate? Not teammates.” Viv said putting emphasis on the ‘s’.

“Which teammate? Wait…can I guess?” Danielle asked as Lieke and them gave her a look. “What? I want to guess…is it the dark haired one… the one who ran to her when the whistle blew…Tobin right?”

I nodded my head as they all looked at me. I looked down feeling the frustration from the day build up. I love Christen more than anything, but she just doesn’t seem interested in our relationship lately. I don’t know if it’s because the world cup has been going on or what…but I don’t like it.

“Oh, that is a suspicious friendship.” Viv said as Lieke shook her head.

“No, I don’t agree on this. People are allowed to have friends. You can’t judge her behavior on this month because we have been in the middle of a major tournament. We just had to play a final against them today.”

“Yeah, but from what I see and what all of the US fans are constantly commenting it sure as shit looks like they are together. I would’ve thought that she was Tobin’s girlfriend and not my own.” I exclaimed letting out some of my frustration. “I can’t bring myself to care at this point. I just want to go home.”

“Come on. Let’s get our stuff together and head back to the hotel. We can do like a team movie night or something.” Sari said motioning for all of us to stand.

“Oh, heads up…if you follow any of the US girls, I would stay off Instagram…they are celebrating and personally it’s only making me feel worse.” Jill said as I nodded my head. I gathered all my stuff before turning to walk out with Lieke and Viv. As we exited, I was surprised to see Christen walking towards us.

The other two girls gave me looks before continuing to walk as I stopped. Christen had a small smile on her face and it made my heart hurt. I wanted nothing more than to hug her and congratulate her, but I feel so hurt and tired that I just don’t want to try.

“Hey” she said softly as I tried to return her smile. “I know that it’s not the result you wanted…but I am really proud of you.”

“Thanks. Congrats to you too. You guys killed it.” She nodded her head a little. I could see the nervousness on her face. This probably was really awkward to talk about. How do you approach this kind of conversation?

“Yeah…I don’t know if you feel like coming out, but we are having a party and I would really love if you were in attendance…”

“Yeah…I don’t know.” I said stretching my back a little. “I kind of just want to go back to the hotel. I don’t really want to celebrate right now…”

“I know…”

“You should go if you want to…don’t let me stop you from having a good time.” She gave me a small smile.

“I don’t usually have much fun if you’re not around.” It was a sweet statement and it made my heart ache, but I could think about was all the images of her and Tobin. Them celebrating on the field. All the constant pictures that the US fans post.

“I’m sure you’ll manage.” I said as I moved to walk past her. She softly grabbed my arm as she looked at me with confusion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she had a concerned look as I closed my eyes. I wanted to get on the bus and go get drunk and be sad with my teammates and she was really stopping that from happening.

“Nothing…I just don’t think it will be that big of a deal if I don’t go…I’m sure you’ll find someone to hangout with.” I said putting a little emphasis on ‘someone’. This only caused her frown to deepen as she stared at me.

“I feel like you’re trying to say something right now…I’d rather you just say whatever-”

“Are you dating me or Tobin?” I cut her off as her eyes widened. She let go of my arm as she took a step back. She looked extremely taken aback and I could definitely tell I caught her off guard.

“Excuse me…”

“It’s a simple question.” I shrugged my shoulders as the forward crossed her arms. “ I mean…you say me…but you really don’t act like it. From what I can see…it seems more like your dating Tobin. Or at least you want to be dating Tobin in which case we should just end this now…”

“Okay…are you serious? You know what…I am going take the fact that you’re upset over losing as the reason you’re doing this…”

“It’s not just because I lost…” I said with an irritated glare causing the forward to kind of shrink back a little. Most likely…I would feel bad for this later, but I’ve also been drinking a little, so I have no filter at the moment… “You haven’t talked to me for like a month and Yes I know the world cup has been going on…but I still found time to talk to you and wish you good luck and instead of answering me I have to see you parading around France with Tobin…”

“I…” she frowned as she thought about what to say. “Okay…can we talk somewhere a little more private?”

“No, I want to go home. I’m so tired and over everything. Have fun at your stupid party.” I said turning and walking away from her. I got on my teams’ bus and went and found my seat next to Viv. She sent me a small smile as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

“I need a drink” I mumbled getting a chuckle form the forward.

“Don’t we all…”

It wasn’t until I got back to the hotel and had a shower that I started to feel a little guilty about my exchange with Christen. I laid on my bed as Viv was talking on the phone with Lisa. Most of our teammates were scattered around the room with us mostly talking to each other.

“You should’ve gone to the party.” Danielle said as I gave her a dirty look. “I mean…for starters, Shanice said she is having a blast, but you’re so mad about not getting to spend time with Christen and there was your opportunity to do so and you blew it.”

“She’s right.” Lieke said as I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not in the mood.” I said as there was knock at the door. Jackie stood up to open the door.

“I just feel like…you love her so be with her…” Danielle said shrugging her shoulders.

“It’s for you.” Jackie said coming back and giving me a look.

I stood up and walked over towards the door opening it. My breathe got caught in my throat as I saw Christen standing there with a nervous expression. She gave me a small smile as I tried to keep my composure. She was wearing a beautiful dress, her hair was down, and I was definitely slightly intoxicated, so I was staring for way too long. She was blushing slightly when I looked at her.

“Hey.” She said softly as I licked my lips trying to focus. I knew we needed to talk about what happened earlier, but I was terrified. I didn’t want to lose her and no I don’t have a proper excuse for why what happened earlier happened other than I was mad.

“Hi…”

“Can we talk?” I nodded my head as I stepped outside of the door and crossed my arms trying to protect myself, I guess. “So…should I go first, or do you want to?”

“You can go first…” I mumbled shrugging my shoulders as I leaned against the wall.

“(Y/N)…” I looked up at her and I could see the exhaustion which only made me feel worse. She should be celebrating her win…not here trying to give me comfort or arguing with me over comments I made. “I understand why you feel the way you do, and I am sorry for that. I’ve been in tournament mode and I never stopped to consider if I was hurting you and that’s my fault.”

“Please stop…” I mumbled getting her to quiet down immediately. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said what I said…you can be friends with whoever you want…it’s not my place to control that aspect of your life.”

“I know…I just…I understand why you feel the way you do about Tobin. We are very close, but I don’t want you to feel like there is anything more than there actually is…” I nodded my head letting her continue as she took a deep breath. “I did used to have feelings for Tobin back in like 2014-2015…she was dating someone else at the time and then I met you and I got to know you…(Y/N) I fell in love with you. I should have said something and that’s on me for not saying anything, but you need to know that there isn’t anything there. Not at all. The only person I think about is you.”

“I love you too and yeah you should have said something.” I said looking at her as she nodded her head. “It just sucks seeing you guys be so close because it makes me feel like you’re just going to leave.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” She took a step forward closing the gap between us. “I did used to hope that something would happen between Tobin and I, but it’s in the past…you’re my future and no offense but your kind of stuck with me, because I am not giving up on you anytime soon.”

“I’m not giving up on you either.” I said as I pulled her into me. I dropped my head on shoulder as she wrapped her arms around me. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be…I just think next time we need to have a more serious conversation about our feelings.” I nodded my head as we stood for a moment. “So, would you want to go to the party, or we can just hang here?”

“No. I’ll go. Just give me a minute.” I turned and walked back into the room and glared when I saw all of them run back to their seats. “Idiots.”

I changed quickly and headed out the door taking Christen’s hand in my own. She smiled as we walked towards the elevators.

“If you want to leave at any point, tell me and we can leave.”

“No, I think I can swallow my pride for a night. I am really proud of you.” She gave me an adorable smile as I pulled her into me giving her a small kiss.

“I love you.” She said with a soft smile

“I love you too.” I said as the doors to the elevator opened and she pulled me out. It was a pretty shitty day, but I wouldn’t trade any time I get to spend with her for the world.

The End.

#christen press #christen press imagine #christen press imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt

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harryimaginestuff · 5 years

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A Little Surprise

a/n: This is for the anon who requested this, I kind of changed it up a bit but not really. Enjoy!!!

Word count: 2641

Genre: Fluff? Touch of angst (literally not really tho)

The one where Harry has a little secret that he is yet to share with you.

You had met Harry almost two months ago standing in line for your post-run coffee one particular morning.

Your hands had accidently caressed his as you both reached for the coffee the barista had called out seconds ago. The two of you blushing at the honest mistake, it was like looking into a mirror as the both of you gestured for the other to take the steaming cup of black liquid.

“Think it’s yours actually,” he had said picking the cup up and handing it to you, “wasn’t paying attention, but m’pretty my names not y/n y/l/n.”

“Well thank you, that would be me.”

“M’Harry by the way,” he said as he stuck his hand out for you to shake as the other reached out to grab the coffee that was his from the counter.

You had almost said ‘I know’, despite never engaging with celebrity life in regards to who they were beyond their music, you certainly didn’t live under a rock, after all it’s not as if Harry Styles was some unknown celebrity, however you quickly refrained as to avoid making the situation even more awkward.

“I’m y/n, but you already know that, it was lovely meeting you.” His mouth opened to reply but he was quickly interrupted as his phone began to ring, the name Jeff flashing across.

“Shoot, I’ve got to take this,” he mumbled, giving you a half-hearted wave as he assured the recipient of the call that ‘I’m coming, give me a second.’

‘Must’ve been urgent’ you had thought turning back and looking for a place to sit. You couldn’t have helped but feel a little defeated, it was no secret that Harry was a good looking guy so there was a small part of you that had hoped he would’ve stayed longer to talk.

At that moment, your phone dinged revealing the words popping up from Instagram app:

‘harrystyles wants to send you a message’

And like the digital age that it was, that was how your romance had begun.

On your fourth date with Harry, things were going particularly well, the both of you eager to get to either one’s place, especially as the minor amounts of alcohol coursed through your veins.

“Are we going to your place?” you had asked as you climbed into the backseat of the car, Harry sitting comfortably already besides you.

“I was actually thinking yours if that’s okay.” Usually, you would think nothing of a statement like that, however in this particular situation it was odd.

“Mine?” you had asked, “I thought you said your place was basically around the corner?”

You felt him freeze up beside you, as he stumbled over his words, “Um- yeah it is, but it’s not very clean and stuff, but maybe another time.”

Rather than dwelling on the subject you pushed it aside, accepting Harry’s apology, besides, it must’ve been because of his status, seeing as you had only been dating for around three weeks, perhaps his trusting in you was not quite there yet.

“Okay, mine it is then.” You had said kissing him softly on the lips whilst his hand gripped your thigh.

One month and a bit into your relationship, you found yourself sitting opposite your friend as she grilled you about your new love life.

“I don’t know,” you had mumbled, fiddling with the thread that was loose in your sweatshirt. “He’s been acting so weird recently.”

You looked to your friend, y/f/n, who motioned for you to continue as she stuffed snacks into her mouth.

“Well, I don’t know-, y’know at times he’s so sweet and attentive, completely focused on me, and I’m not that torn about him being busy, because I get it, he must be a busy man. But don’t you think it’s weird that I only ever see him in the evening?”

Your friend simply nodded in response, letting you continue your rambling.

“And sometimes, he’ll get these calls and he completely freezes up, and quickly walks away to pick up the phone. There’s these little things that he does that are just odd, I don’t know but there’s something dodgy going on.”

“Look, personally, I agree, it does sound very weird- but you’ve said so yourself, Harry’s one of the loveliest guys. I’m sure if there was something going on, you would know. I highly doubt something is though, like you said, he’s a very busy guy and I guess all these things come with going out with a guy who’s well-known.”

You agreed silently with your friend, however not quite letting go of your own suspicions.

It was known to you that going to Harry’s place was uncharted territory, after hinting and asking multiple times to go over to his, only to be shut down, that much was obvious.

Which is why, two months down the line on your two-month anniversary (which you both agreed to celebrate, because why not?) it came as a huge surprise when he suggested that you celebrate at his, with a home-cooked meal and a movie.

H = It’s been a long time coming don’t you think? x

y/n = you could say that again, aha

H = come over tonight at 8?

y/n = I’ll be there xx

Soon enough you found yourself outside of his house in a car that Harry had sent for you, shaking slightly as the nerves settled in. This was quite the big step for the both of you, and you felt as if Harry was showing a different side to him, one that you thought you were sure you were ready to see.

“Come on in love.” Harry smiled lovingly, ushering you into his home soon after you knocked.

“It smells so good!” you said handing your coat to Harry’s outstretched hands, following him through the hallway and into the kitchen, where a cute little table was set up.

“I made tacos,”

“Mmmm, thank you bubs, my favourite.” You hummed, reaching up to press a kiss to his waiting lips.

You watched as Harry pulled out the chair like the gentleman that he was, placing a quick kiss to your forehead.

The night was going exceptionally well, you felt free and happy, especially since this was the first time that Harry had invited you into his home, making the worries and concerns you had developing over the last two months disappear.

“- It was sick, Alessandro let me sit on his shoulders, so I was just having a boogie to Cher. It was just so cool to be there.” You smiled as you listened as Harry talk so enthusiastically about his night at the Met months ago, completely engrossed and beamy with pride at the man in front of you.

“That sounds so amazing, must’ve been quite the night. There was thi-” you were cut off as Harry’s mobile began ringing, causing his stare to leave you as he grabbed at the device, eyebrows furrowed.

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I’ve got to take this.” He apologised, standing up and walking back into the hallway.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, it seemed that whoever was constantly on the other end of the phone held more importance over you all the time. You were annoyed, pissed off in fact. You couldn’t even be the centre of his attention on the nights that he was free to spend with you, there was always someone else. And to be honest you were getting sick of it. Perhaps ending it now, would be better than ending it later on down the line when you got even more attached.

You quickly tuned your ears to hear his voice as you heard words come out of his mouth that caused your heart to sink slightly.

“You’re on your way here?” he spoke into the phone, his voice slightly muffled due to the distance between you two. “But I thought- yes I know- but- fine, okay. I’ll see you in a bit.” You watched as he walked back into the room, stress written all over his features.

“I’m so sorry.” He spoke, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, “But I’ve got to cut this date short, I’ll call you a cab now.”

You gaped at him in exasperation, completely blown away by his words. “You’re kicking me out?”

“I’m so sorry, but something important just came up.”

“Who was on the phone?” you asked, ignoring his last remark.

“Nobody,” you watched as panic took over his features as he checked the watch that rested on his wrist. “I’m so sorry to have to do this to you.”

“Harry, if I go now, I’m not going to come back. If I go now we’re done.”

“Please don’t say that, its just-”

“It’s just what Harry? You’re always so distant, and then you’re not it’s confusing, you’re always on your phone and you only ever agree to see me in the evening- what is going on with you?” you were stressed now, desperate for any sort of explanation for his behaviour. “Is there someone else?” you whispered, avoiding his eyes.

“No, I promise it’s nothing like that-“ he was cut off by the front door opening, a loud feminine voice calling out to him.

“Harry! I’m home.” You watched as Harry’s face drained of colour, turning as he looked to you.

“Shit, I swear to god it’s not what it seems like.”

You glared at him, not even bothering to answer him as you quickly swept up your coat that rested on the sofa.

However, just as you were about to step past Harry and through the arch of the kitchen, a little person ran past you and into Harry’s arms.

You were frozen in shock as the little boy cried “Daddy!” happily as he threw himself at his ‘dad’.

You watched the scene unfold in front of you, a worried expression on Harry’s face as the child hummed happily as he pressed himself onto Harry’s chest.

A girl walked in afterwards, flushed in the face as she smiled at you, “I’m so sorry to do this on your date, you must be y/n, Harry’s date?”

You simply nodded in response, still frozen as she pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m Gemma, Harry’s sister.” This must’ve been the girl Harry was on the phone to, you thought as you turned back to look at him who was still staring at you, awaiting your next move.

“Right, well I can see here that you guys have some talking to do.” Gemma broke the silence again, “C’mon baby, come to auntie Gem,”

“M’kay.” The little boy said stretching out his arms to the girl. “Sweetie?”

“If daddy says yes you can.” You watched as Gemma retreated out of the room.

“Soooo,” you drew out awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I’m sorry if you weren’t ready to tell me yet.”

“I’m not going to lie, it’s a lot earlier then I intended, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Look, I really care for you y/n. That’s why I tried my best to not have you find out.”

Harry sighed, carefully grabbing your arms and guiding you to sit next to him on the sofa. “It’s not that I wasn’t ready, I was just scared that you’d run away. In the past people just freak out over the fact that I’m a dad. They want that free aspect that comes with me being famous and they don’t expect that I come with a price, and that’s my son. So when I met you, I was scared of losing you before I ever had you, so I kept it from you and tried to do my best to hide that side of my life.”

You smiled sadly at the man in front of you, softly grabbing his face so that you were able to kiss his lips, “Don’t ever try to hide any part of yourself from me again. I really really like you Harry, and I get why it’s taken so long for you to show this side, but just know that I’m ready for any part of you that comes my way.” Harry suddenly pulled you in for a tight hug causing your heart to beat faster. “What happened to the mum?”

“Uh- she left, soon after giving birth. We were together for about a year before she got pregnant and we agreed to keep it, but after a couple months she disappeared and only left a note behind, so ever since then it’s just been me and him.”

“And how come the media or your fans don’t know?”

Harry huffed, his face scrunching slightly as he thought deeply, “I love my fans and everything, I think they’re amazing. But I just wanted one part of my life to be completely private. I just wanted one thing that was mine and only mine. So, I made sure that no one ever found out. His mum was respectful of that in the beginning, I guess now she hasn’t said anything because of the backlash she's scared of receiving, that was always something she hated when we were together.”

The sombre mood was interrupted by the little boy running in and leaping into Harry’s arms again.

“Sorry H, I couldn’t stop him.”

“Don’t worry about it Gem, thanks for watching him. I’ll call you tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah okay,” she spoke turning to you, “It was nice meeting you y/n.”

“You too, bye,” you smiled, waving as you watched her walk out, hearing the front door slam soon after.

“Who are you?” the little voice spoke as he raised an accusing finger in your direction.

You turned to Harry expectedly, unsure of what to say. “This is my friend y/n, wanna introduce yourself?”

You grinned at the boy who was still staring at you warily, “No.” he finally answered, hopping off his dad’s lap and running to a box of toys in the corner.

“Sorry about him, he’s quite shy.” Harry smiled sheepishly, “His names Theo and he’s five.”

“So adorable.” Still unsure of what to say about the boy, completely unease about the whole situation.

“Daddy? You made tacos without me!” you heard the voice of an exasperated Theodore.

“Sorry little man, we’ve got some leftovers though.”

“I love tacos too!” you said, grabbing the attention of the little boy.

Theo let out a little giggle, “Me too! I like it the best though.”

You let out an exaggerated gasp, gently poking the little pudge on his stomach, “No way! That’s not possible.”

“Uhuh, I like it the bestest.”

“Better! I like it better, Theo,” Harry corrected his son, calling out from across the room where he was fixing his son a plate of food.

“Okay daddy.”

“So, Theo, want to tell me why you came back early today? I thought you said you were going to stay over at Auntie Gem’s house like a big boy?” Harry said as he ushered the both of you to the dining table.

Theo sassily rolled his eyes causing you to laugh slightly at his actions, “Daddy I’m not a big boy yet, and I missed my toys.”

“Just your toys?” Harry playfully glared.

“You too maybe, but only if you give me sweeties.”

“A guy who drives a good bargain, I like it.” You playfully winked at Harry causing him to grin.

“Only if you’re a good boy.” He said sternly to his son.

Harry turned his attention to you after his son busied himself with the food in front of him, “Thank you, for being so open.”

“No need to thank me Harry, you make a lovely family.”

And in years to come, unknown to the both of you in that moment, this little family would soon become yours as well.

#harry #harry styles #styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #daddy harry #but not like that though #actual daddy harry

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1dffchallenges · 5 years

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Feel No Ways

Written By: @stylesdobrik

Characters: Aaliyah/Harry

Summary: Aaliyah Thompson works at a very popular gym in West Hollywood. She is used to seeing her fair share of celebrities, most nicer than she expected and others she wished would find another location to call theirs. Harry Styles has become a regular at Aaliyah’s gym and while Aaliyah has a strict no-crushes policy the british singer may become an anomaly to the rule.

My first day at Equinox on Sunset Boulevard was like no other. As soon as I clocked in and got myself settled in the front desk I was greeted by Lebron James. Yes, the one and only Lebron James. He was checking in for a personal training session, I fumbled on my words but processed his membership without having to call a manager over to help which I was proud of myself for. After eight hours of being confronted by more celebrities than I have in my four years living in Los Angeles I knew I had to change my attitude quickly. I made a pact with myself that I needed to treat everyone that walked through the Equinox doors like the human beings that they are - yes, even if it is Beyonce. I wasn’t going to pursue a fling no matter how tempting it was and how many times I’m asked for my Instagram. No one is worth crossing that professional boundary for.

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I was running late, eight minutes late to be exact. My shift started at 6:00 AM and it was currently 6:08 AM. My day began twenty minutes ago when I slept through all my alarms and was woken up by my roommate Olivia who barged into my room letting me know that it was 5:40 AM (my regular wake up time was 4:30 AM). I shot up, brushed my teeth, grabbed a banana, put on my Equinox shirt (thankfully I had built the habit of sleeping in a sports bra and leggings).

I clocked in swiftly at 6:23 AM and made my way to the front desk. The gym didn’t open until 6:30 so I had time to grab an iced coffee with almond milk from the cafe and get ready for the madness of mornings at Equinox. Today is Thursday, which means the first class of the day is boxing and Thomas, my manager, is teaching the class. There are a lot of regulars in this class which makes my life easier because it makes the check in process go a lot faster. People began filtering into the gym as soon as the doors open, checking in with me and putting their things away as they head up towards the boxing rings.

The last few people had checked in a few minutes ago which meant I was free to do whatever I wanted until the next class began. I started up my Macbook so I could spend time working on some admin. I bite into my banana, turned on some tunes and got straight to work. The class was about to start, which meant I was going to be free for the next hour.

I was typing away when I was greeted by someone who was cutting it close to catch the boxing class. Already having my speech ready, “Sorry, the class is about to begin any minute now, I can’t let anyone else in” I repeated having had to say this sentence many times. As I lifted my head up, I was met with a man that looked very familiar. The first thing I noticed was the way he had his hair pulled back with a red bandana, wearing an oversized hoodie, and a pair of shorts. He had his boxing gloves hanging off his gym bag, if I could assume one thing about the man is we both probably started our mornings the same way - rushed.

“I know, I talked to Thomas- I… um, I just didn’t… don’t want to… cause a scene” the man was out of breath, another indication of the morning that he had. He quickly handed me his gym card and then made his way up to the boxing class. I was taken aback by the interaction because I wasn’t given time to react before the man was checked in and halfway up the stairs.

It wasn’t until I looked back down at my work computer and saw the membership profile of the man before me, Harry Styles.

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I had Saturday off which to normal people they would have slept in, caught up on some of their favorite shows, maybe went out for Brunch with a few friends but me, I was up at 6:00 AM ready to take Thomas’s boxing class. Saturday meant that there would only be a few people in the class since majority of LA spend Friday nights getting completely wasted. I had thirty minutes until the gym opened. I got out of bed, making my way towards my ensuite bathroom to begin my morning routine - brush teeth, wash my face, put my hair up in a high ponytail, moisturize, put on a black Nike sports bra, a pair of Lululemon leggings, grab a banana and head out the door.

I enjoyed working out at the Equinox because of how luxurious it felt. I made my way towards the check in desk, my coworker Emily was working today, she was in the middle of talking to another gym go-er as I got up to the check in desk and stood next to the man that was engaging in conversation with her. Immediately I recognized his thick British accent that was accompanied by a very slow drawl, every single word that he spoke being carefully selected. He paused his sentence and looked up towards me as I was reaching over the desk to check myself in.

“Coming in on your day off now, Aaliyah? We can’t keep you away from here” Emily spoke up, which led to the man, who I quickly recognized from the other day to look my way.

“Thomas is the best boxing instructor in the city of Los Angeles! I’ve got to stick with the best even if it means coming to work on my day’s off” I explained to Emily, finished checking in and then made my way up the stairs and headed straight for the cubicles where we are meant to store our belongings during the class. I began putting my things away when Harry appeared next to me,

“Do you usually come to Thomas’s classes on the weekend?” He asked, all I could see in my line of vision was the two plastic water bottles in his hand, the same hand that had his boxing gloves hanging from them. I made a mental note of that image before responding, “I do, since most of my shifts are during his classes, I never get a chance to work with him until the weekend.” I got up from putting my things away in the middle cubicle and switched spots with Harry so he could store his belongings away, “You can just use put your things with mine” I said to him, he tilted his head my way and I nodded for reassurance. Harry seemed like a nice guy and not one that would try and swipe any of my belongings, plus sometimes Thomas’s classes could get quite full so I was really doing everyone a favor.

We made our way towards the middle of the room as Thomas rounded up everyone in the class and led us in a series of warm up stretches. He quickly split us up in groups of 5 and each group was assigned to a different station - boxing ring, punching bags, bikes, bear-crawls, planks and repeat. Harry and I were placed in the same group and we spent the entire hour class encouraging one another. Whispering “you got this” to me as we attempted to do bear-crawls across the floor and the intensity of the work out began to wear me out. Racing against one another as we got to the bikes, we kept each other on our feet throughout the entire hour workout. It was the most fun a person could have in a boxing class.

I had been working Equinox for a very long time and have had my fair share of encounters with celebrities but there was no one like Harry. Usually, they didn’t want to talk to anyone and just came to the class and left without introducing themselves but I could instantly tell that Harry was different. He talked to Thomas ahead of time before coming to any of his classes he didn’t want the focus to be on him. He encouraged me throughout our class and I did the same for him.

We made our way back to the cubbies, both dripping in sweat. Harry handed me one of the towels off the rack and grabbed one for himself. I started wiping the sweat off my face, exactly what you want a man that you find attractive to see you doing (no, Aaliyah, stop that).

“This was nice” Harry said as he drank from one of his water bottles and pointing towards me and the rest of the gym, “Nothing like a friendly competition”. Both of us chuckling as we grabbed our items and headed back downstairs.

“It was nice, I didn’t realize pop sensation Harry Styles had a boxing class in him but I guess I should never judge a book by it’s cover.” I smirked as I held the door for both of us outside.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Aaaliyah, is it?” Harry questioned, making sure that he got my name right

“Yes, Aaliyah” I confirmed for him, “See you around?”

“See you around” Harry replied as he made his way towards the parking structure and I walked out to the front to order my Uber.

As I got outside of Equinox, I grabbed my phone out of my bag and went to punch in my passcode the phone automatically unlocked, which was odd, but I thought nothing of it and looked for the Uber app and called a car to take me back home. I was starving and ready to eat breakfast. I kept an eye out for the Toyota Camry that was meant to pick me up.

When a Toyota Camry slowly approached me I double-checked the license plate before I opened the door and made my way inside. The driver doing a double take before putting the car back into drive and making his way down Sunset Boulevard towards my apartment. The driver and I made light conversation at the beginning of my ride, he asked me where I was coming from, I told him that I just took a class at the gym. He turned the radio up a bit and I rested my head back enjoying the hums of top 40 radio.

The Uber slowed down in front of my apartment. I gathered my belongings from the car and that was when the driver spoke up, “Just thought I’d let you know that when you request an Uber it comes up as Harry Styles, I was kind of surprised when you got into the car, maybe just an in-app error but I was expecting a much different rider” He laughed as he got his statement out and I was frozen. My hand on the door handle, making sure that I heard him correctly.

“Yeah, must be an in-app error, thanks! Have a great day!” I bolted out of the car and immediately grabbed the phone from back out of my bag examining it further. I was in a daze after boxing with Harry that we must have switched phones. The iPhone in my possession was most definitely not mine because the background was the standard iPhone background of the moon, the apps were organized in folders and the only ones not were Uber, Messages, Email and Phone Calls.

How exactly was I going to get this phone back to Harry? Did he realize that the phone in his possession wasn’t mine? What happens if someone calls? How do I explain that I have Harry Styles’ phone but it was an honest mistake? I made it up the stairs and into my apartment before I drove myself crazy, praying that Olivia was at home to assist.

“Olivia! Olivia! Olivia!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as soon as I got through the door, throwing my gym bag on the floor and pacing back and forth through our living room.

“Jesus, is everything okay?” She said as she ran down the stairs.

“Harry Styles, I have his phone and Harry Styles has my phone” I couldn’t get my story out before she interrupted me.

“What?” Olivia’s expression was puzzled, “How could that have happened?” She finally made her way over to me, placing her hand on my arm to keep me from pacing back and forth.

“We were at boxing and shared a cubbie. I didn’t realize until the Uber driver said something, I charged a $25 ride to Harry’s credit card. Oh my god, do you think he’s going to prosecute me?” I could not catch my breath, my mind was racing a million miles a minute. How was I going to get my phone back?

“Aaliyah, take a deep breath. Harry Styles is not going to prosecute you over a $25 Uber ride, plus, he’s probably just as wound up about having your phone in his posession” Olivia continued to calm me down, “Just call your phone and let him know it was an honest mistake and you guys can meet up and switch phones” She reassured me.

“You’re right, okay, I can do this” I bargained with myself before pulling Harry’s phone out and dialing my phone number. Olivia didn’t leave my side because I was sure that I was going to die of embarrassment but the phone was ringing and I couldn’t go back. It felt like every ring lasted thirty minutes, on the last ring, someone picked up,

“HarrythisisAaliyahfromboxingdoyouremembermeweswitchedphonesinboxingIthinkwellIdefinitelyknowbecauseIhaveaphoneinmypossessionanditisntminesoitmustbeyoursdoyouhavemine?” I spoke very fast leaving no room for awkwardness between me and a man I just ‘met’ a week ago. There was a pause on the other line as soon as I caught my breath, I pulled Harry’s phone from my ear to make sure he was still on the line, he was but wasn’t saying anything, “Harry, are you still there?” I said in a panic

“Yes, I was just making sure that you were done” He began to laugh “I do remember you Aaliyah, I do have your phone but I didn’t realize until I tried to call my manager and he wouldn't pick up until I texted him a picture of me with today's newspaper, felt like a fugitive” He explained how this was a less than ideal for him as well.

“We can meet somewhere and exchange our phones?” I suggest

“I just sent you my address. I’ll be home all day, the password to the gate is ‘password’ feel free to come up” He nonchalantly discloses the information before hanging up the phone.

“What did he say?” Olivia asked as I began to get up from the couch and gather my things to make my way out.

“Can I borrow your car? He invited me over to exchange phones and I really don’t feel like driving up the Hollywood Hills with a random Uber driver especially when the account isn’t mine” I said to her as I gathered all of my things and held my hand out so she could give me her keys.

“Okay, be careful! Let me know when you get there and remember, he has your phone too so don’t get too flustered” Olivia said to me as she let me out before closing the door.

When I got into the car I took a few deep breaths in and out before putting the car in drive and making my way to Harry’s.

I pulled into Harry’s driveway I was in awe. I knew he was successful but I’ve seen a house this massive. I texted Harry (myself) a quick “here!” before getting out of Olivia’s car and walking up to the front door. I knocked, and knocked and then knocked again. I wiggled the door handle to create more noise but to my surprise the door was open. I had an internal battle on whether or not I should just walk in or keep knocking but I decided that if someone is comfortable enough to leave their front door unlocked they should expect people at all times.

Harry’s house is massive, as soon as I walk through the front door I was immediately hit with the reality of just how luxurious his house was. As I tiptoed down the hallway I was in awe of the open concept of Harry’s home. His living room was massive with modern style furniture, I noticed the TV on top of the fireplace with a 70’s music mix playing on the screen. His kitchen is to the right of the room, a large island in the middle that is littered with measuring bowls, cups, bags of flour, sugar, chocolate chips and more. It’s a disaster but I wasn’t surprised because behind the island was Harry still in his gym clothes from boxing this morning with an added apron, a large mixing bowl in his hand. He was mixing so hard, I thought he was about to break a sweat.

I coughed to make Harry aware of my existence followed with, “Um, the front door was open.” I made my way to the island, taking a seat at one of the stools opposite of Harry.

“Aaliyah!” Harry put down the bowl and walked over to his gym bag that was on the floor, “Your phone is here, you can leave mine on the table” He said before handing me my phone.

I could have taken that as a cue to leave but what’s the fun in that?

“Baking in the mid-afternoon?” I quirked an eyebrow up at Harry as I grabbed a few chocolate chips out of the packaging.

“Jeff’s dogs birthday is tonight and since I used to be a baker-”

“You used to ring people up at the register Harry, I watched This Is Us you can’t fool me”

“Since you’re such an expert why don’t you come over to this side and help me?” Harry smirked.

I took up his challenge and began helping him. Harry was trying to bake peanut butter cake that is suitable for dogs and humans.

“You do realize chocolate is like really bag for dogs…” I was baffled at the amount of chocolate chips already in the mix. I moved the bowl of chocolate chips from the island as Harry picked them out of the mix. We continued like that, baking a cake with each other just as we were boxing together in the morning. Harry and I had an easy-going banter and in no time, we were done baking the cake. He had to be at his friend Jeff’s place and I saw myself out. We agreed to see each other back at boxing tomorrow morning.

I got back to my apartment and just as I was getting out of the car my phone pinged with a text from Harry,

Now that I’ve got your number, do you want to grab a smoothie after boxing tomorrow?

#1dff #cliche challenge #harry

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5sospank · 5 years

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all these years - ashton one shot

Word Count: 7,407

Rating: NSFW

Keywords: smut, bestfriend!ashton

Summary: As Luke’s little sister, you grew up with him and his best friends - especially Ashton. He was always around. However, when they left home to tour the world as a band, you lost your brother and someone you had grown to love too much for your own good. A planned trip to visit them on tour is just what you needed.

A/N: so this didn’t exactly turn out as planned, but i’m okay with it. not my favorite thing i’ve written but i hope you guys enjoy :) trying to get back into writing more this summer.

From before you could even remember, Ashton was always around. His honey colored hair and jade eyes were a constant staple in your memories. Whether it was passing by in the school hallway, hanging in your basement during your brother Luke’s band practice, or summer days spent getting drunk on the beach, Ashton was there for it all. You had watched each other grow up for years. They were fond times of learning, laughing, and wondering what you would do without one another.

But when Ashton and Luke’s band began to take over the world, you eventually had to live without both of them. It was bittersweet to lose the people you spent all your time with. You often had to remind yourself it was so they could live out their dreams everyday. Still, it hurt when they missed graduations, birthdays, and too many holidays to count. In the beginning, they made time for you when they could, but as time went on, you really only saw your brother on his breaks.

The distance bothered you more than you wanted it to. Years had gone by and they were still on fire. You saw their faces everywhere; billboards, award shows, interviews, magazines, social media. You had certainly moved on from those high school days, but sometimes, those feelings and memories crept up on you.

You supposed that’s what had you reaching out to your brother to schedule some sort of visit.

“You wanna come on tour?” Luke repeated over the phone. Confusion was etched into his voice. You could make out loud background noise, as if it was a bad time and he was busy.

“Well...yeah,” You said, defeated. “It’s been a long time since we’ve done something fun. I thought making the trip would be nice, you know? I can take time off work.”

“Whatever you wanna do, Y/N. You’re always welcome. Just -” Luke cursed on the other line, muttered something to someone else who you figured he was in the room with. “Just have mom reach out to my assistant, alright? She’ll get you on a plane out here whenever. I’m sure Ash would like to see you too.”

You couldn’t help but feel a sudden sense of excitement, even if Luke’s answer wasn’t too enthusiastic. The thought of ditching your normal life to spend a few days on the road with your brother and his band sounded too good at the moment. Even if it was a bit spontaneous, the plans were too enticing to pass up. Plus, there was the mere chance that Ashton would be happy to see you, too.

“Okay, Luke,” you replied. “I guess I’ll see you soon.”

One week later, you were checking in to the nicest hotel in Amsterdam.

It was your first time there. Before, you had only seen it in movies and photos, and on Luke and Ashton’s Instagrams, of course. The accents were lovely and the weather was obscenely perfect once you arrived; cool fall air and changing leaves, with locals buttoned up in long coats and hats.

It was just past dinner and the change of time zones left you a bit foggy. You had never dealt well with jet lag and were thinking of ordering room service and staying in for the night. First, you had to head over to Luke’s suite and say hello.

After checking his room info, you slipped on a sweater and headed his way. You weren’t surprised to see security standing outside the door. Luke and the guys usually had guards everywhere these days. They could never be too safe.

He checked your ID and let you in, seeing as you were Luke’s sister and he was expecting you. Loud music instantly greeted you and a case of beer was on the table in the suite’s entrance way, accompanied by solo cups. The decor of the suite was charming and antiquated, and floor-to-ceiling windows provided a great view of the city. Your hotel room certainly didn’t look like this.

“Luke?” You called out, stepping inside. “I’m here.”

You were met with no response. Instead, movement to your right caught your eye, and there was none other than Ashton in a pair of gray sweats and a white tank top. The sweats were slung low on his hips, his arms still scattered with beads of water from a recent shower. His hair was damp and hanging onto his forehead. You had to swallow to keep your jaw from dropping.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” He stuttered out. “Wow, hi. Luke went over to Michael’s room, but he’ll be back in a few.”

You were frozen in place. You couldn’t remember when you had last seen him and it showed in his face. His jaw was a bit harder, age etched into his features slightly. The time evidently suited him. His body was more defined, torso less boyish and lanky. You couldn’t help but stare in awe. It had been so long, yet, the feelings that overcame you were all too familiar.

“Hey,” You breathed out. “Uh, sorry. He told me to come by.”

“I know, it’s okay. That’s why I stayed back,” he said. “I missed you. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Suddenly, you somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze. He was shamelessly studying you, noting how different you looked as well. Your whole lives, you had always been seen as Luke’s little sister. Some time apart seemed to separate you from that identity. He liked this new you, it seemed; a good kind of different.

You met his eyes again. “I missed you too, Ashton.”

He let out a sigh, almost as if he was unsure of what to say or do next. Instead of speaking, he waved a hand, signaling for you to follow him further into the suite. It was growing dark outside but the room was dimly lit, allowing you to make out the dips and curves and edges of Ashton’s back as you walked behind him. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it messy. You forced yourself to look away.

“You can sit,” He said softly. “Want a beer? Or, like, a drink or something?”

You hesitated. “I don’t know if I’ll be drinking tonight, actually. I’m feeling kind of jet lagged.”

Ashton chuckled lowly, shaking his head. “C’mon, Y/N. I haven’t seen you in so long. You flew out to fucking Amsterdam. Who cares about the jet lag? Come out with us tonight.”

You watched the small smile that toyed at his lips. God, that smile. The look on his face alone was enough to get you to change your mind. That, and his words. He wanted you with them, it seemed.

And suddenly, you were back in high school, feeling that same way you always did when it came to Ashton. You wanted to be with him.

So you said yes.

Luke wasn’t nearly as excited to see you as you were to see him. He was already half drunk and complaining about the show they had to play the next day, how tired he was of being on the road. You always found it difficult to have sympathy for him.

After he had come back to the suite to you find you and Ashton staring at each other from opposite sides of the room, Luke joined in on the effort to get you to go out with them. He had boasted the idea of VIP at one of Amsterdam’s best clubs, claiming that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. You kind of agreed with him on that.

Shortly after, you found yourself sipping on a vodka Red Bull, heavy club bass pulsing in your ears. You had gotten ready for the night in record timing, but still, all the guys complained about how long you took.

The VIP section was full of people you didn’t know. Strange men lingered on the flanks of your table, accompanied by girls that Luke snuck in. One had herself stationed on Calum’s lap, nursing an old drink and whispering something in his ear. The pink and blue hues of the neon lights were almost overwhelming. You hadn’t stepped foot on the party scene since your years in college. Clearly you were a bit rusty, and it became evident to you that you were a wallflower in that moment.

“You alright?”

You felt a hand at the small of your back. The touch was comforting, innocent, yet it held so much weight. Your skin warmed at the sensation. It was Ashton.

“I’m good, yeah.” You replied with an overzealous nod once you turned to face him. “Forgot what it’s like to party with you guys.”

He rolled his eyes at your statement, glancing in Luke’s direction. “Wanna come outside with me? I need a smoke.”

You instantly took Ashton up on his offer. Any excuse to get away from your brother’s playboy tendencies was needed.

However, you were almost startled when Ashton took your hand in his, leading you through a crowd of people. He weaved his way to the side entrance of the club. The feeling of his hand on yours burned, but you ignored it, swallowed the thoughts that crept into your head.

He brought the two of you to the side of the door. The night’s cool air nipped at your skin - your outfit wasn’t doing much to keep you warm.

“Here, take my jacket.” Ashton’s stare dropped over you. He evidently saw you shiver.

“No, no, I’m fine -”

“Just take it,” Ashton interjected, shrugging the leather off his shoulders. “Really.”

Reluctantly, you took his jacket and shoved your arms through its sleeves. You knew it was undoubtedly expensive, just from the looks and feel of it. It definitely kept you warmer, however.

You stood in his jacket outside the club. The music wasn’t as loud, just a distant hum, and only a few people lingered around you. The night was dark but the lights from overhead illuminated Ashton’s features. Casts of shadows flickered over his face.

A comfortable silence formed as Ashton retrieved a lighter from his back pocket. He patted his front pockets, finding nothing, until his eyes flickered back to you.

“Cigs.” He muttered.

Your face scrunched up in confusion as he extended his arms forward, as if he was trying to hug you. Instead, he dug around in the pocket of his jacket - the one you were wearing - and pulled out his pack. The sudden proximity to him made your breath catch in your throat. His face was inches from yours until he backed away.

“I never knew you smoked.” You stated dumbly, distracting yourself from the thoughts that began to form in your mind.

“Bad habit I picked up over the years. Well, one of many.” Ashton chuckled emptily. He put a cigarette between his lips, holding his lighter up to the end. Once it was lit, he inhaled deeply, his jaw clenching with the motion.

You forced your stare away and looked down the street instead. People walked by here and there, cars passing on the road.

“You don’t smoke, do you?” Ashton questioned to fill the silence. He exhaled, then brought the cigarette up to his lips again. You found yourself hating how he made the dirty habit look so good.

“No, never.”

He hummed, bemused. “Good. You were always good.”

“I don’t know about that,” You let out a light laugh, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

“That’s fair. Even though you were three years younger, you always stole the alcohol for everyone, remember?” Ashton grinned. He leaned himself up against the wall next to you.

“Mom and dad’s liquor collection definitely suffered during our high school years.”

You recalled being a teenager, back when you would have done anything to impress your brother and his friends. They would often throw parties when your parents were gone and Luke always put you in charge of the vodka thievery. It definitely got you into trouble.

“Those were the days,” Ashton murmured, clearly lost in thought. He stomped out his cigarette beneath his black boot. “And look at us now.”

“What,” You paused. “A world-renowned celebrity and a washed up college graduate, in the middle of Amsterdam, avoiding the club?”

“I wasn’t meaning that.” Ashton met your gaze. A frown graced his features.

You were unsure of what to say. You let yourself meet his eyes for a moment longer, before stepping to the side to lean on the wall next to him. His jacket engulfed you, your shoulder against his arm. His height towered over you.

“I’m not a celebrity. Not to you, at least.” Ashton added softly. “You know me.”

You let his words hang in the air between you like an echo. You turned to look at him again, ignoring the way your stomach turned at your new proximity. “Do I know you, though? It’s been so long, Ashton.”

The words you dared to say seemed to cut into him, make him bleed. His brow furrowed, a deep, smoky sigh leaving his lips. “You’ll see by the time you leave. You know me more than most.”

He stood up and didn’t wait for your reply. It was as if he knew you didn’t have one. Your conversation was over, despite the heavy feeling it left in your chest. Your comment seemed to bother him even if that wasn’t your intention.

He waited as you shrugged off his jacket and handed it back to him. He carried it over his arm, taking your hand with the other. His hand was now cold against your own from the air around.

As he led you back through the club, he ignored the invasive stares of those who recognized him. His demeanor was strong and confident, softening once he reached the comfort of his friends. He dropped your hand and replaced it with a fresh drink from a cocktail waitress. Under the neon lights, you decided you really didn’t know him - not anymore.

When you reached the hotel again, it was past three in the morning, and you felt your body sinking with exhaustion. You had been awake for too long and the time difference was really getting to you. The drinks you had downed just to tolerate the club weren’t helping, either.

Luke and Calum had left in another security car on their own, having gone home with the girls they entertained for the night. You weren’t really disappointed or surprised. Luke certainly liked to make the most of his nights out. Girls threw themselves at him and Calum - you couldn’t really blame their tendencies.

That left you stumbling into the hotel with Ashton and Michael in tow. You filed into the elevator, fishing around your bag for your room key.

“How upset would your mom be if she knew Luke was still banging a different girl in every country?” Michael broke the silence, a playful smile on his face.

You laughed at his remark. “She’s still waiting for him to bring a girl home.”

“Tell her not to hold her breath, then.” Michael replied.

The elevator doors opened and he stepped out, turning to glance at Ashton in confusion when he didn’t move. You did the same.

“I’m going to walk Y/N to her room.” He stated blankly. “I’ll meet you in the suite.”

Michael nodded and said good night. The doors closed and you were left alone with Ashton again. There was a thick tension that blanketed the air between you that was difficult to ignore. Still, you did your best, focusing your sight on the floor beneath your feet.

Once the elevator reached your stop, you stepped out in front of Ashton. “You didn’t have to walk me here, you know.”

“I wanted to. Luke shouldn’t leave you by yourself.”

You stopped in front of your room number, moving to unlock the door. “It’s alright. I kind of figured it would end up like this.”

“Then why’d you come?” Ashton asked. He followed you into your room without invitation. You didn’t mind.

Immediately, you kicked your heels off, sitting at the foot of the bed. Ashton stood before you, hands in his pockets, concern in his eyes as he studied your face. You recognized that expression. He was always worried about you - protective.

“I don’t know,” You sighed. “It gets old, life at home. The routine of it all.”

Ashton chuckled dryly. He sat down beside you. There was just enough distance between your figures so that your heart didn’t start beating too fast.

“You don’t understand how often I wish for a routine lately. Something constant, you know?” His voice was low.

You turned to look at him. The simple confession struck you. And it all felt so strange - sitting in an Amsterdam hotel room with Ashton, after all these years had gone by where you thought about him endlessly. He was him, but he wasn’t. He had built up this persona that was based so wholly on his career; travelling the world, putting on a brave face, performing to thousands. You found yourself understanding his confession as that sensitivity you used to know back when you were sixteen, back when you would’ve done anything for him. In that moment right there, you still would’ve done anything for him.

“There’s another reason why I came here, Ashton.” You spoke after a moment, without thinking.

He leaned back. Intrigue flashed in his light eyes. “What is it?”

“You. It’s you.”

His mouth fell agape just slightly. You went still, almost shocked at your own words, waiting for him to say anything. Do anything. But he kept quiet, his gaze on yours all the while. You grew nervous under that gaze but didn’t dare look away. The moment was too important to you. You wanted to see him.

The room stopped spinning and time stood still in that fraction of a second when he first leant forward. You had thought about this moment for years and turned it over and over in your mind. You wondered how it would happen, where it would happen - if it would ever happen. And there you were, in your Amsterdam hotel room, and it was happening. He was kissing you.

He was kissing you and you were on fire. Your skin felt hot and your lips melted against his swiftly, tasting the alcohol and cigarettes that stained his tongue. His hands cradled your face, holding you there, wanting this kiss to last forever.

But it didn’t, and you knew it wouldn’t, although it still hurt when he pulled away. You wanted to kiss him all night.

Instead, he let his thumbs slide over your cheeks, one of them swiping over your bottom lip gently. “Good night.”

You awoke the next morning, or rather, afternoon, wondering if the night before had really happened, or if it was just some sort of euphoric dream that your jet lagged brain had concocted to mess with you. The feeling that sunk into your bones left you on a high yet also an anxious wreck.

You kissed Ashton; your brother’s best friend and bandmate. Your childhood friend. Someone you grew up with. It was a strange concept to grasp, and part of you wondered if he was thinking about it in the same way you were.

After he said good night, he had just stood up and left your hotel room with one longing glance over his shoulder. You wondered if he wanted to stay, or if he left because he thought it was a mistake. Your brain was thinking in overdrive.

As you laid in bed, you texted Luke about the day’s plans. Everyone had woken up considerably late since the night before was spent drinking excessively. You thought about how Luke and Calum probably spent their mornings kicking out the girls they had won over the night before. Yikes.

Luke notified you that they would send a car from security to pick you up and bring you to the venue later. The band had already woken up early (and hungover) to soundcheck, so you were left to your own devices for the remainder of the afternoon.

You spent that time getting ready for their show, organizing your suitcase since the next day you and the band would be headed to Germany for the next gig. You were only staying for a few days, but being able to make it to more than one country was kind of thrilling to you. It had been a while since you travelled like this.

You put a bit of extra effort into your hair and make up, suddenly feeling like you had someone to impress. You tried not to get too ahead of yourself.

By the time you ordered room service and ate, you were ready to go. Your stomach was churning as you were driven to the venue and escorted into the band’s dressing room. It was usually off limits even for guests, but Luke was kind enough to cut you some slack.

When you entered the dressing room, it was a bit hectic. Your brother was sat shirtless in a chair in front of a mirror getting his hair gelled by someone on their styling team. Michael was on the phone with his fiance, and Calum was chatting with Ashton on a leather sofa. Everyone turned to look at you when you came in.

“Ah, she has risen,” Luke shouted, making eye contact with you through the mirror. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t have to wake up early and kick some strangers out of my bed.”

The guys laughed as Luke flipped the finger in your direction. When you moved to find a seat in the room, you met eyes with Ashton. You couldn’t help it when you looked away quickly and sat down next to Michael.

“So, Y/N, are you excited for the show?” Calum asked you. He sipped on some coffee, clearly feeling a bit tired from the night before.

“Uh, yeah,” You stuttered. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you guys perform.”

“Well, don’t worry, we’ve improved since your mom’s basement.”

You laughed at Calum’s remark, shaking your head. “I came to see you guys, like, two years ago. It hasn’t been that long.”

The conversation died down quickly after, and you became more aware of Ashton’s presence. Neither one of you had said anything to each other yet. Internally, you were panicking. Had you said too much? Was the kiss just a drunken mistake? Was he going to pretend it didn’t happen?

You didn’t know what to make of the situation, but it was eating at you. However, there wasn’t much more time to reflect, as the guys were about to get on stage. You studied them; their outfits, how much they had grown into themselves and found their way. As they filed together to get a photo before heading out, you were overwhelmed with a feeling of pride. They really had made it.

One of their team members escorted you to your seat in the guest section of the audience. There were just as many screaming girls as you had remembered, although it seemed a bit toned down at this point. You couldn’t help it when you joined in when they entered the stage. Luke took the center, with Calum and Michael to his sides. In the back perched at his drum kit was Ashton.

When you looked at him, your heart ached.

You were alone in your hotel room for the night. After the show, you had ditched the guys and gone back on your own to pack for the next show and get yourself together. They had insisted on trying some pub downtown, but after the high of their performance, you couldn’t really be bothered. Also, maybe you were avoiding someone.

After taking a hot shower and using subpar hotel shampoo and conditioner, you dressed yourself in an oversized hoodie and shorts. You were climbing onto the bed when you heard a knock on your door, as if on cue.

Once you pulled yourself out of bed, you pushed your hair wet hair out of your face to look through the door’s peephole. Your heart instantly skipped a beat at the sight of who was out there.

“Ashton,” You breathed out his name and swung the door open. “Aren’t you supposed to be out?”

He looked too good. You almost couldn’t meet his eyes. He was dressed in dark pants and his usual boots, a satin button up tucked into an expensive belt. Short sleeves hugged his biceps, showing off the muscles beneath his exposed skin. His hair had been styled neatly after a post-show shower. A few strands hung down onto his forehead effortlessly, and you realized that your current look didn’t exactly live up to his.

When he spoke, his voice was low, hesitant. “I...uh, wanted to talk to you.”

Your brow furrowed at his tone. You were instantly nervous - those words usually never signaled that something good was about to happen. Given last night’s circumstances, you automatically assumed the worst. Still, you wanted to hear what he had to say.

You stepped aside, nodding. “Okay. Come in, then.”

You watched as Ashton strode into your room. His walk was slow, as if every step he took, he was unsure of. He kept running his fingers through his neatly combed hair, ruining it, but he didn’t seem to care about his appearance right then. He didn’t seem to realize how handsome he looked.

He turned and leaned back against the dresser, eyes following your figure as you crossed the room to sit before him on the foot of your bed. You noted how he didn’t sit beside you, like the night before. He kept his distance.

“Yesterday,” He began. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. That shouldn’t have happened.”

You stared at him blankly, despite the heavy weight that crushed your chest. His words stung. They were plainly stated and blunt as if he was simply trying to rip off the band-aid. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, so he inevitably continued.

“I was just kind of overwhelmed, you know? I haven’t seen you in years even though you used to be one of my best friends. Then Luke drops on me that you’re spending a few days on tour, and you walk in...and you’re beautiful, really beautiful. More than I remembered.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words. You didn’t know what to make of this conversation, or where it was going. It was hard to understand if he was regretting the night before or if he was justifying it. The confusion etched into his features seemed to mirror his thoughts.

With a sigh, you decided to speak. “Ashton -”

“No, just listen,” He interrupted. “Hear me out.”

“Alright.”

“I can’t have feelings for you like that. You’re my best friend’s little sister. I’ve known you my whole life, it feels. It’s wrong, and I’m sorry.”

You knew that the hurt you were feeling was showing on your face, because instantly, the look in Ashton’s eyes softened. He didn’t want to upset you - you knew that. But you couldn’t help how he was dismissing the moment you shared, the words you spoke to him, just because the situation seemed wrong by technicality. It certainly didn’t feel wrong. Not to you, at least.

Through the disappointment and pain you were simultaneously feeling, all you could do was stare. Ashton had stopped speaking momentarily. He looked as if he wanted to say more, as if the words were on the tip of his tongue, clouding his mind. However, he closed the space between the two of you, and took a seat next to you on the bed. You registered this as some sort of surrender.

When he spoke again, his voice was softer, more gentle. A whisper at your skin.

“But I don’t care. And I want you to know that.”

You snapped to meet his gaze. You knew your eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape. You had wanted to say so much when you first registered his words, but now, your mind drew a blank. He had feelings for you. After all these years, he had feelings for you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to conjure up a reply. Instead, you took his face between your hands, pressed your lips to his. He was surprised at first but grew to settle into your kiss almost immediately. His hands found your waist and urged you closer; he needed you there.

Your knees knocked and the kiss was heated and fast. You swallowed his breaths as his hands danced up your waist, feeling and feeling and feeling. You let him pull you into his lap so that each of your thighs straddled him.

As his tongue ran over yours, you found trouble processing what was happening. You thought about being sixteen years old and loving him with everything in you, but doing nothing about it. You thought about when he left home for the road and didn’t look back. You thought about how your heart was broken, but he was now stitching it back together. And he had felt this way all along, you realized.

His grip was strong on your hips as you leaned down to kiss him with a fervor that was unfamiliar to you. Your hands were in his hair, tugging, relishing everything he was giving you in that moment. There was so much to say yet nothing to say at all.

Ashton slowly backed down so that he was laying on the mattress, your figure looming over his. Your kisses came to an abrupt halt at once; your eyes flew open, landing on his. The green was darker, pupils blown, stare wide and wild.

The way he looked up at you sent your stomach into somersaults. You leaned down to kiss him again, but he stopped you.

“Wait,” His voice was strained. “Do - do you want this?”

“Ashton, I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen years old.”

He smiled subtly. It was just the twitch of his mouth ends, but it meant so much to you. He reached up, tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, and kissed you shortly. “I wanted to hear that.”

You couldn’t help yourself when you leaned down to kiss him again. This time it was slower, sweeter, and the both of you were savoring every second of it. His hands traveled down your back, over your spine, slipping beneath your hoodie to feel the warmth of your skin. Everywhere his fingertips touched, goosebumps rose in their wake. He was affecting you so heavily in just moments.

The room around you was quiet aside from the quiet noise of your kisses. Ashton’s lips moved slowly against yours. When he pulled away to move you onto your back so you were the one beneath him, you finally got a real look at his appearance. His hair was disheveled and cheeks slightly flushed, eyes hooded. He was unreal.

His next move was felt at your navel, where his fingers were tugging gently on the hem of your sweatshirt. You watched the expression on his face change as you allowed him to pull it over your head and off, exposing your bare chest. His eyes raked over your torso, hands following suit, trailing up over your stomach, landing on your breasts. His breathing was heavy when he moved to reconnect your lips.

Something was growing in the pit of your stomach as he touched you, explored your body in the ways he had thought about too many times to admit. You couldn’t help yourself once you began unbuttoning his shirt until it was left open, showcasing the ridges of his abdomen, the light hairs on his chest. He moved back to shrug it off completely. In the dim light of the hotel room, he took your breath away.

You pulled him back to you and let your touch trail over the wide expanse of his back. His body was firm, muscled beneath your hands. You let yourself focus on the sensation of his warmth as his lips trailed down the hollow of your throat; kissing, sucking, nipping. Your back arched into the feeling subconsciously as you released a pent up breath.

“Always been so pretty,” Ashton murmured against your collarbone. He lifted his head. “Want you to feel how much I’ve wanted this.”

You looked at him through hazy eyes. He lifted himself so he was on his knees on the bed, his stature looming over you as you felt strangely exposed before him. You watched idly as his hands moved toward the buckle of his belt, unclasping it with ease, before moving to the button of his jeans.

“Let me,” You whispered.

His eyes flickered down to you. They held an intensity that was foreign to you. It was still Ashton, but you had yet to see him like this.

You noticed the obvious strain against his jeans as you leaned up onto your elbows. Your fingers shook slightly as you snapped open the button, followed by the drag of his zipper. He helped you in pulling the denim down just enough, allowing you the freedom to dip your hand beneath the waistband of his briefs.

“Feel that?” He glanced at you.

You nodded slowly, your eyes locked on him. He was hard beneath your touch as your hand wrapped around his length and squeezed gently. You immediately felt how badly he wanted you.

Absently, you shifted so that you were laying on your front before him, Ashton still propped on his knees. His lips were parted, hands running through his hair as you smoothly jerked him before bringing his tip to your lips. You couldn’t help yourself when you licked at it, looking up at him from beneath your lashes.

“Fuck,” He breathed out. His hands moved to push your hair away from your face.

You lowered your mouth down his length, hollowing your cheeks and sucking to accommodate him. His abdomen tensed as your nose became nearly level with it. Tears perked up in your eyes until you pulled back, then continued the motion all over again, bobbing your head at a steady pace.

His hands gripped at the roots of your hair without him even realizing. He threw his head back as you sucked him off, completely reveling in the pleasure of your mouth on him. He was having trouble believing that this moment was truly happening; you, with him, just like this.

Ashton cursed under his breath. “Just like that, baby.” He encouraged.

His words urged you to increase your pace just slightly. You took his length in your hand, swirled your tongue around his tip, listening to the way he reacted to your movements. He was starting to sweat and his body was tense. You knew that this wouldn’t last long for him.

Still, you lowered your mouth again until you were deepthroating him, bringing your touch down to his balls. You squeezed gently, released them as you gagged. Ashton’s grip on your hair loosened as you did so, his voice wrecked as he mumbled, “Good girl.”

The praise turned you on more than you anticipated. You could feel yourself craving him between your legs - even more so when he pulled you up to kiss him roughly. It was sloppy and haphazard, but you didn’t care. He was so immersed in the moment and you knew he wanted to return the favor.

“Lay down for me, alright?” Ashton said. “Wanna make you feel good.”

You nodded in compliance. Your eyes remained on his as you backed onto the mattress, still in nothing but your shorts. His chest was now flushed red, his jeans still hiked around his thighs, cock standing at its peak. He looked too good for you to fathom. You could only think about all the ways you wanted him; how you would let him do anything to you in that moment.

Ashton shifted so that he was pinning your hips to the bed. He pulled your shorts down quickly, ditching them onto the mattress beside you. His eyes danced wildly over your body, drinking you in.

You watched him with ease as he pushed your legs apart, twining them over his arms and on each side of his head. He studied your reactions as he kissed up the insides of your thighs, painfully slowly, making you twitch beneath him with anticipation.

“Ashton,” You urged, your voice sounding unfamiliar to you.

He didn’t say anything - just pushed his face forward, flattening his tongue on your center, licking upward in one swift motion. You immediately shut your eyes at the sensation, your hips involuntarily jutting upward. He welcomed the movement, continuing the circling of his tongue.

You gripped the comforter beneath you as Ashton worked at your center. He sucked on your clit sporadically, occasionally moving to your thighs to tease you. You were worked up in seconds, biting down on your lip to keep from yelling out. He knew exactly what he was doing.

A curse tumbled from your mouth when he abruptly slipped two fingers into your entrance. He continued with his mouth at your clit, licking and licking as he stared up at you. You found it hard to focus on this as he worked on pumping his fingers in and out, curling to try and reach your g-spot.

He didn’t remove his mouth from your center once as he moved his fingers skillfully. You were practically whining from the sensation, giving him a strong sense of satisfaction as your body writhed beneath him. He tried to keep you still with his free hand, extending it over your abdomen, feeling you tense beneath him.

He only lifted his head once to speak. “Tell me when you come for me.”

You nodded frantically - it was all you could manage in the moment. Your face was contorted as he increased the pace of his fingers inside you.

“I’m coming,” You exhaled. The deadly combination of his fingers and his tongue was what sent you over the edge. He removed his fingers as your body pulsed, leaving his mouth to finish the job, to truly taste you.

You felt yourself twitch under him as he licked at your center once more, his hands smoothing over the skin of your thighs. He savored every second of your orgasm; watched you unravel with a feeling of pride that he could do that to you.

As you let out a deep breath, your body finally relaxed beneath him. Ashton said nothing as he lifted his head, sitting back to look at you in the aftermath of your climax. Despite the exhaustion you felt from such an intense pleasure, you still craved him.

“C’mere,” You breathed out. “God.”

He chuckled lowly, shifting to kiss your neck again. “That good?”

“Too good.”

Ashton ran his fingers down your arm, watching your skin erupt into goosebumps. “Just you wait.”

You leaned in to kiss him. The gesture was slow, allowing you to really ease into his taste. You rolled onto your side to trail your fingertips down his torso, feeling the dips and curves and edges. He immediately groaned into your mouth once you wrapped your hands around his length, stroking once more while he kicked his jeans off the rest of the way.

“You gonna let me fuck you just as good?” He mumbled against your lips.

You stopped your movements. “Please.”

The word itself was all it took for Ashton to pull your body against his, so that your back was flush to his front. He lifted one of your legs, held it there, and then moved so that he could run the tip of his cock against your entrance. You shivered as you waited for him to push inside, and when he did, you couldn’t help the explicit moan you released.

“My God, baby.” Ashton’s voice was strained against your ear.

He used his tight grip on your hip as leverage to push into you completely, feeling you stretch around him. The pressure in your lower abdomen was intense as your walls contracted around him, adjusting. The sensation was overwhelming.

You clenched your jaw. “So big, Ash.”

He groaned again at your words, his forehead pressed against the back of your shoulder. He pulled out almost completely, then pushed back in before he began to develop a rhythm. Your eyes rolled back with the pleasure.

You felt him thrust into you more pointedly with each passing second. He was trying to focus on your pleasure as well as his own, but it seemed difficult for him, as he had been waiting for this moment for too long. The both of you had waited for it.

When he spoke into your ear again, his tone was wrecked, a low grit. “Look straight. The mirror.”

You followed his directions to see the mirror that was just before the bed. You became familiar with your reflections through your blurred vision. The sight was enough to make your breath catch in your throat. Ashton’s arms were so strong, holding you steady, his body glistening in a light layer of sweat as he fucked into you. You looked small before him as he held you on your side, enjoying the proximity and pleasure. It was deeply enticing to watch the intimacy play out before you.

When your eyes locked in the reflection, you bit your lip absently. The way he moved with you effortlessly was just an illustration of the chemistry you shared. It was intoxicating; the way it felt as though your bodies were made for this. You wondered how you spent so many years wishing for it, just wasting time.

When he nudged you to lay on your back, you braced yourself for the way he would make you feel with the new angle. “I need to see you.” He said in undertone.

He held himself up over you on his arms, relying on the shift of his hips on their own. You moaned at how he moved into you so deeply, so intensely. It was too much to see his face level above yours. His brow was furrowed and a vein protruded from his neck, his jaw set and locked. Your stomach flipped as his pace decreased subtly. He was slowing it down.

“Wanna make this last,” He gritted out. “Look so pretty.”

“Feels so good, Ashton.”

“Wanted this for too long, baby.” He admitted.

You could tell he was getting lost in the moment as his words grew more difficult to decipher. You wanted to cry out in pleasure as he moved his hips more pointedly, each thrust feeling more deliberate and deeper. You arched up into him, allowing him to move into you at the perfect angle, making you feel dizzy in the head.

“Gonna come soon,” Ashton told you. His voice was hoarse.

You turned your head, watched in the mirror as he focused on fucking you. He dipped his head down to kiss at your neck, sponging his lips over the skin, his body as close to you as physically possible. In the mirror, his back was broad and tense, hair hanging into his face. His thrusts were growing shorter.

You felt your climax approaching with every move. You succumbed to the pleasure, let it wash over you as your walls squeezed around his length with the feeling. Ashton groaned at the sensation, letting out a string of curses as you came around him without warning.

“That’s it,” He murmured.

Ashton pulled out of you quickly, stroking himself as shifted on the mattress and finished himself off. He came in stripes over your stomach. Until he gave you everything he had, your chests rose and fell quickly with the heat of the moment.

He allowed himself to collapse onto the mattress. When your eyes locked, it felt different, this time - as if the both of you had shared something that was unique to one another. As Ashton spoke, you knew things wouldn’t be the same anymore.

“I’ve been in love with you all these years, too.” He said. “You know me more than most, baby. I told you that.”

#writing #ashton writing #my writing #5sos writing #5sos #5sos fic #ashton one shot #one shot #5sos one shot #5sos smut #smut #ashton smut #ashton irwin smut #ashton irwin one shot

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mcuamerica · 5 years

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Always On My Mind (iii)

“You were always on my mind Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died Give me, give me one more chance To keep you satisfied, satisfied” - Willie Nelson

Summary: History between two performers can be complicated when they have to be lovers in a new movie that could take both their careers to another level.

Pairings: Actor!Tom x Actress!Reader; Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Warnings: LAST PART; some angst, fluff, mention of anxiety/fear; (disclaimer: This is an AU where Tom is an actor. I do not own Tom or any of the people mentioned in this fanfic; I am just using his name/face/characteristics for this fanfic. This is not how Tom acts and I do not know him, so, therefore, I do not know if he would do any of this. Any characters that resemble people IRL are completely coincidental.)

Words: 1559

(gif credit here) prologue - one - two

You barely got any sleep that night, one maybe two hours max. You stayed up, scrolling through your phone to see if the photo had leaked. It hadn’t, at least not yet. Tom tried knocking on your door, he tried texting you but you put it on do not disturb so you didn’t see how much he actually cared. You wanted to be with him, you really did, but your anxiety didn’t want to let up that night.

Tom felt terrible. He couldn’t believe that he said everything, that he kissed you back when he knew your insecurity. When trying to get you to open your door didn’t work, he went to the front desk and even asked them for an extra key. They didn’t give one to him, of course. He tried explaining but they wouldn’t listen. He could barely sleep that night too. He cared about you so much, he just wanted to see you happy. He didn’t even know what was going to happen when he saw you in the morning when you both had to film.

You didn’t talk to him until you needed to say your lines, and that was you talking to his character. When Jon called a five-minute break, you went straight to your dressing room and wouldn’t open the door. You tried your best to avoid him on your way out, but that didn’t go as planned.

“(Y/N)?” Tom said, stopping in front of you to block your way out the door. You could tell he was exhausted, the makeup from filming off his face now. It made you feel awful, you knew it was because you dodged him all night long. “Can we please talk?” He asked with a tender voice.

“Tom, please I just want to go back to the hotel.” You said, trying to push past him but he grabbed your forearm. You nudged him away and bit the inside of your lip, trying to hold back the tears that were building up in your eyes. “Tom-” Your voice cracked and you winced.

“Let me ride with you.” He said, looking into your eyes with a deep gaze. “I need to talk to you, I can’t- I can’t leave you alone like this.” He said, pulling you closer to him.

“No, Tom. I just want to be alone right now. I made a mistake last night and it was stupid and I shouldn’t have done it even though I don’t regret it because I still love you and I still want to be with you. I can’t though, I can’t... No one is going to see me for me, I can’t... I can’t..” You muttered, trying to back away but Tom just pulled you into his chest. He rubbed your back as he shushed you quietly. You both stood like this for a few moments, Tom’s arms wrapped around your body as your head was buried in his chest.

“I still love you too.” He said in your ear softly. “And people know who you are (Y/N), they know that you’re an amazing actress. They know that because of you, not because of me.” He said, looking down at you when you slowly pulled away from him. You nodded gently, finally hearing the sincerity and truth in his voice. “I’m not going to let people think of you as just my co-star, or my friend, they’ll know you for your talent. I promise.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a proper hug as you hide your head in the crook of his neck. “Promise?” You muttered.

“I promise,” Tom said, backing away to lift your chin up. “You’re incredible, and everyone is going to know that.” He glanced down to your lips then back to your eyes. “Can I kiss you?” He questioned cautiously. You gave him a small nod and a quiet yes before he leaned down to kiss you. This wasn’t like the one last night, that was quick and full of passion. This one was caring, kind, and warm. It was full of comfort and longing, longing for each other. And with this kiss, that longing was fulfilled.

***

It took a lot more talking with Tom, you even went to a therapist, to get over the fear you had of being in his shadow. But, after a couple of dates in both of your hotel rooms, Tom had taken you to a small coffee shop and asked if you would be his girlfriend again. You, of course, said yes. And, to add on, Jon said that you two were acting better together (especially better than the first day of filming) and that he was happy you two worked out.

Even though you were at peace with your anxiety, you still tried to keep your relationship with Tom quiet. Both of you were very private people, even before the world had taken notice of either of you. But both of you knew that it would come out eventually, so when it did you both handled it with ease. Matter of fact, the two of you posted similar things on your Instagram account saying how happy you were to be together, and maybe getting in some promotion for the film in the comments.

You had a picture of you and Tom laying on your hotel bed, with him kissing your cheek. “Can’t believe that I actually got him to lay down after all those Marvel movies.”

He had a picture that his brother took when he visited. You two had gone out to dinner and you two were on top of a skyscraper, the city in the background while you laughed at a cheesy joke he said. “I made a joke and she had to laugh, it was THAT funny.”

It wasn’t until you both were on the press tour for the film that you actually talked about your relationship on camera.

“So, you both started dating in the midst of this film, is it because of the on-screen chemistry that formed?” The interviewer asked, trying to come off as curious but both Tom and you knew it was a question his producers told him to ask.

“I mean, we were spending almost every day together, and those days were not short.” You laughed to yourself. “So I guess it’s not a surprise that we decided to give the relationship a go.” You said, cringing and glancing at Tom at the statement.

One thing he did was give you a smile, the smile that made his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunch up. The smile you were still in love with, and probably would be for the rest of your life. The other thing was to respond to your silent plea for help. “It always helped that she is a beautiful talent, I don’t think I could resist.” He stated much better than you ever could.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, nudging his arm. “He’s ridiculous.” You said, then realizing that you two were getting a little too coupley for the camera. “Sorry, we don’t usually do this in interviews.”

“But you do it elsewhere?” The interviewer asked. You both glanced at each other, Tom giving him the proper response before successfully changing the subject. You both understood that your relationship would come up like this, but neither of you wanted to spend a lot of time talking about it. That was something to do in front of Tom’s and your family to piss them off a little bit. It wasn’t something for the public eye.

Something Tom and you had learned over the months of your relationship, the public was always there. Dates would end in going back to Tom’s or your apartment to try and avoid a mob or a paparazzi. A couple parties you both attended were abruptly ended when someone spotted the two of you and wouldn’t stop asking questions. And the tabloids, the tabloids would come out the next day after a ‘sighting’ of the two of you at the park with Tessa and ‘update’ everyone on how your relationship was going.

Tom never seemed to let it get to him, and you never let it stop the two of you from going out to the movies or the coffee shop. It was to be aware of, not fear. So, you both continued on with your relationship like it was before, with some slight changes. Movie nights with Tom’s family when you visited England, Tom staying at your apartment in LA when he visited the states. Each moment spent together was one that was enjoyed, even if there was a small fight here and there. It was realized pretty quickly that both of you were meant to be together and the time spent apart was an obstacle that needed to happen in order to come to that epiphany.

After all, you both were always on each other’s minds. Whether it be when you saw the other on social media or heard their first name, you would always be thinking of the other in a small way. From that came more and more of a realization that you needed to be together, and it took a lot of things to happen, but it happened. And now the two of you couldn’t be filled with more bliss.

#this is the shortest part cause i'm so bad at writing description over dialogue #but i still like it lol #hope you do too #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland au #tom holland fluff #spiderman #marvel #tom holland fic #tom holland series #always on my mind

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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How Far I'll Go - Part 2 (Nina West/Monet X Change) - Meggie, Mia Ugly

A/N: We have reworked Chapter One to reflect the events of the S11 reunion, so you may want to give it a reread. Can we FIX IT? Yes we can.

(TW: REUNION SPOILERS)

Nina is in Columbus on the day he gets the call.

It’s his last show before Drag Con. He’s already going through dog-withdrawal. His boys will be fine of course but he fucking hates leaving them; as soon as he starts packing a suitcase they know something’s up and it breaks his heart.

Anyway. He’s glad to spend his last night at home in one of his favourite places in the world, surrounded by the people he loves. It’s only been a few days since the finale and reunion, and Nina’s feeling a bit raw about everything. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t looked at Monet’s number in his phone several dozen times, contemplated what he could say to make his behaviour the morning after acceptable. The only things that come to his mind are lies (family emergency! food poisoning! traumatic brain injury after falling in the shower!) and Nina doesn’t do that. Much.

So.

It’s either own up and confess how he was feeling, or - pretend that number in his phone doesn’t exist. Maybe stare at it from time to time, sighing (before reminding himself that it was just one night and didn’t mean anything anyway). And then sigh some more and distract himself with peanut butter straight from the jar. You know - whatever results in the least amount of dignity possible.

Anyway.

The reunion is going to air tomorrow night, but Nina’s going to be on a plane as it happens. That’s fine, he knows how it all went down, and he doesn’t really need to see Brooke and Vanjie’s shy little love story unfold (and ultimately self-destruct) once again. He saw it all already, and firsthand. Picked up the pieces of Brooke’s shattered heart and whip-stitched them back together as best he could while the other chain-smoked and wallowed in denial and blame.

Nina’s sitting in the dressing room, paint mostly on but not in his dress (he’s doing “Let It Go” from Frozen with a full-on ice queen reveal because it’s been that kind of a month. Maybe he’s coming for Brooke’s gig, but maybe not.), and scrolling through Instagram when an unfamiliar number flashes white on the screen.

He’s used to this. The charity work means somehow a lot of people get his number - it’s not ideal, but it makes the work he’s doing worth it so he deals. He’ll deal.

He slides his thumb across the screen, plasters on his best smile (it’s easier to be nice to people when you’re smiling), greets them with a cheery, “Hello!”

“Nina, this is Maya with World of Wonder. How are you this evening?”

His heart leaps to his throat. What could they want with him now? There are still two episodes of the show left to air, but publicity is almost all died down. And calling him instead of his manager?

“Good. Great!” he chokes out. “I’m… How are you?”

“Fine, thank you. I’m calling because I’d like to formally invite you to participate in season five of RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars.”

The world? Stops. His heart? Pounds. His brain? Freezes.

All Stars . Another chance. Redemption.

“Yes!” he says immediately, too quickly, too enthusiastically, as soon as he can make his mouth work again. “Yes! When?”

On the other end of the line, Maya laughs, high and clear.

“Yay, that was an easy sell. We’re excited to have you back! We’ll be filming in late July, and you’ll receive further instructions by email. But please do remember that the terms of your verbal contract start now, so no one other than your emergency contact will be allowed to know you are participating. Reach out if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you!”

“Looking forward to seeing you again, Nina. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

And with a click, she’s gone. But Nina’s entire world has shifted on its axis. He just stands there in front of the mirror, unable to move, unable to think.

All Stars.

When they’d first asked him about it, way back in January when the Season 11 girls had first started doing promos, he’d given them a tentative yes. He knew how big the platform was and wanted to make the most of it. But he’d also… not wanted to count his chickens, or something. You never know how America (or the world) will react to you (just ask Silky). Maybe it’s vain, but Nina had wanted to see if they liked him, really liked him - like he’d hoped they would.

He couldn’t have imagined AOC going live to protest his elimination. Or Leslie Jones being so angry (he really does hope someone sent her a box of cookies) or Rihanna (Rihanna!) coming to his defense after that controversial lip-sync. Then his Miss Congeniality win. It was almost too much all at once.

He’d also figured they meant an All Stars far, far away. Like. Season eight. Or nine. Maybe even ten (if he’s still able to stomp around in heels without a walker at that point). Right after his own season? A pipe dream.

But it’s here, and it’s happening, and he’d be foolish not to take the opportunity that was presented to him. It’s the ultimate redemption story, and look at how beloved the All Stars winners are.

He ticks through them in his head: Chad, Alaska, Trixie, Trinity, Monet…

There, he falters. He usually just tries not to think about Monet, glowing golden and dripping in sequins and body silky smooth against his own. Best not to dwell when there isn’t any peanut butter in sight.

But who needs peanut butter when you’re an All Star?

He giggles, straight up lets a gleeful laugh reverberate through his chest and up through his nose and spread like honey, coating every surface in the small dressing room. Just once though, before he falls silent again. Studies his reflection in the mirror.

He might be in shock.

“Nina, you okay?” The evening’s MC (Luz, lovely person, really involved in the trans youth movement) is looking at him curiously from the doorway of the dressing room.

Nina blinks. The phone is still in his hand. He knew this was a possibility, of course. Just - you don’t know until you know - you know? Part of the reason he’s gotten this far (he always tells himself) is that he never assumes anything is a certainty. He always counts on having to fight his way those last few feet to the finish line.

“Nina?”

“I’m in All Stars,” Nina says.

“What?” Luz squeaks, and Nina stumbles forward, grabbing her arm.

“I’m in All Stars.”

The other queens in the greenroom turn their heads in unison at the statement.

“I’m in All Stars,” Nina says again.

The queens stalk over to him with their hands on their hips, heels clicking in synchronized stomps on the linoleum floor.

And then Nina can hear music. (When did he put on his gown?) A brass band, a string section. And the queens start singing:

“Nina West you’re going places

Always knew you’d make it far

Nina West you got that phone call

You are our All Star!”

“I am!” Nina gasps as he’s lifted up by the queens and carried out into the middle of the club. The dance floor is crowded but somehow the patrons are making a circle around him, moving in perfect rhythm.

“Nina West, sent home too early

Still e-lev-en-gendary.

Time to show the world you’re more than

Miss Congeniality!”

A group of drag kings by the pool table start spinning their cues over their heads like batons (so much talent in this community!)

“Brought camp to the masses, ” they sing in baritone.

Brought pride to our town,

We can’t wait to see you

Wearing that All Stars crown!”

“Thank you!” Nina is set down on the stage. Glitter starts falling from the ceiling, catching in his wig and eyelashes.

“Love you all,” he sings alone to the enraptured crowd, “you are my family,

I’ll make you proud and do my best.

We can change the world together

Go big, be kind, go West!”

“Go West!” the crowd sings back.

“Go Wessssssst!” Nina hits a perfect falsetto high note, throwing his arms open -

“Nina.”

Nina waves at the cheering crowd -

“Nina!”

Glitter keeps falling like snowflakes, ice cold and shimmering -

“Nina. You okay?” Luz, the evening’s MC, is staring at him in the doorway of the greenroom.

Nina looks at her. There is no glitter in his eyelashes. There is no music playing in the background. Over his shoulder, a couple of bored local queens are penciling on their eyebrows. He’s wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts and not the shimmering blue Elsa gown.

He’s still holding his cellphone in his hand.

“Um,” Nina says. “Yep.”

*****

Nina talks to Brooke a lot.

It makes sense; they’ve been friends for a long time, they really bonded during their season, Nina helped Brooke through his breakup with Vanjie (although Brooke insisted at the time he was fine. Still does, actually. Nina has his own theories about that, but he isn’t pushing).

So yeah. They chat. A lot.

And all Nina wants to do is tell Brooke about his All Stars call, but he can’t because of the damn NDA.

It’s frustrating.

They meet for breakfast early on the first day of Drag Con, Brooke in his customary black and white, Nina in a navy blue button up spotted with pink flamingos (it felt right).

They’ve no sooner settled into the booth and given their orders than Nina’s knee starts bouncing. Nerves. Anxiety. (Yes - both.)

“What’s with you?” Brooke asks while he sips his coffee. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up.”

Nina shrugs. “Nervous about the Con, I guess.”

“And?” Brooke’s eyes narrow.

“ And?”

“And what else?” He stirs another packet of sugar into the cup. “I know you. It’s not like you to be nervous about a networking opportunity.”

Nina scoffs. “Drag Con is way more than just a networking opportunity and I -”

“You’re a bad fucking liar. Takes one to know one.” Brooke leans his elbows on the table, cool as a Canadian autumn, presses his fingertips together, stares Nina down. “What’s going on?”

Nina sighs. “I wish I could tell you, trust me, it’s not that I don’t want to; it’s that I literally can’t.” He widens his eyes, hoping maybe Brooke will get the point.

Apparently it works, because after a few moments, recognition blooms across Brooke’s face and he laughs. “Really? Like. Officially really?”

Nina nods. This is okay, right? He’s not technically breaking the contract. It’s not like he told Brooke anything verbally.

“Nina! That’s - oh my god!” Then Brooke is busily tapping away at his phone and a sense of dread overcomes Nina.

“You can’t tell anybody - “

Brooke waves him off. “I’m just telling Vanjie.”

Okay, that’s - something to come back to certainly, but - more pressing matters first. “Brooke, seriously. You can’t tell anybody. I’m not supposed to tell anybody.”

“You didn’t.” Brooke shrugs. Good to know at least they share the same sentiment about verbal contracts. That might come in handy during litigation. “I figure the House of West has a lot of prove, and you’ve never backed down from a challenge. So I know you’ll bring it and… I just kind of wanted to give the competition a heads up.” He bites his lip and waits for Nina to process.

And - look, it takes him a minute. Because it’s really a lot of information at one time.

Item 1: Brooke and Vanjie are still close. He knew that. Everybody with Twitter and Instagram knew. (Hell, for a little while, even Nina wasn’t 100% sure they weren’t still together.) Close enough for Vanessa to tell Brooke about an All Stars call when legally sworn to utmost secrecy?

Yeah, actually, that tracks. Vanjie’s shit at keeping secrets, and he’s still indescribably in love with Brooke, only an idiot (like Brooke) wouldn’t see that. So. Do the math.

Item 2: Vanjie is back back back on Drag Race. For the third season in a row. And the bitch can turn it. Nina doubts very much there will be 47 swimsuits, pasties, panties, and bras this time around. He’s a little intimidated, if he’s being quite honest.

Okay, so it’s really only two points of information, but it’s two very large points that have a big, pointy impact on his life. Which leads to:

Item 1: Nina had been relieved and happy when Brooke and Vanessa were able to start talking again after the breakup. They’d been using him as a middle man - a mediator, he preferred (far less tacky) - and although he loved them both, it was exhausting. And he could only say, “I think you should just talk to him and not me,” so many times before he got frustrated. But he had persevered and eventually, Brooke had texted Vanjie and they’d started to repair their friendship.

Go figure that. Nina’s inner saboteur is back, has been back since the night of the finale taping, the night he spent with Monet. He hates it. Wishes he could cut into himself and carve it out like a cancer. Adults talking through their issues and handling shit. Who knew it was possible?

So he should have texted Monet. Fine - it’s fine. Water under the… thing.

Item 2: Who else is on All Stars? If Nina’s being really honest, he’s been on cloud nine about the whole thing, and hasn’t given much thought to who else could be competing. He has his dream cast, of course, and a long list of Ru girls he’d love to work with. But the thought of competing against the Very Best of the Very Best is… Well, he’s shook. To say the least.

His face must convey it because Brooke reaches across the table and takes his hand. “Hey. You deserve this, Nina.”

He nods, tears hot in his eyes, and wills himself not to cry. “I bet you told Vanjie the same thing,” he says, voice catching a bit in his throat.

“I did.” Brooke laughs, unashamed of his affection, even when it’s blinding. “I also told him he was crazy for doing three seasons in a row but…” He holds out his hands, shrugs, as if to say it isn’t his responsibility anymore. Nina knows he’s probably right, but deep down he suspects that Brooke and Vanjie are far more entangled than they like to think, and Brooke’s opinion means more to Vanessa than either one of them will care to admit.

Relationships are messy.

Anyway.

“Do you think I should have said no?” Nina asks, afraid for the answer. “Taken a break? Focused on the charity? Ridden the first-year wave a little longer?”

“Hell no!” Brooke responds immediately. “Take the opportunity. People fucking adore you, Nina. Plus, look at Monet! She won right after her season so. It can be done.”

Nina considers, briefly, telling Brooke about the whole tangled Monet thing. Decides, instead, to deflect. “So, um. That guy you took back to your room after the finale… the beardo… character. How is… that going?”

Brooke raises an eyebrow at him. “This is really what you want to talk about right now?”

“It’s just good to see you moving on.” (Is it though? Is it really?)

Brooke rolls his eyes and smiles into his coffee. “What about you? Any romance on the horizon for Nina West?”

“No.” Nina snorts. “It’s been…” Three days, eight hours, and - he glances at his watch - one minute. Approximately. Not that he’s counting. “A while. Let’s just say a while.”

Brooke’s mouth quirks to the side and his left eye twitches the tiniest bit. “Well.” He places his mug on the table and smiles at Nina. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities on tour. We’ll get you on Tinder and Grindr! Trade in every city, Nina.”

Actually, Nina usually prefers to go back to his room and shower for about 45 minutes before collapsing into bed and sleeping until his alarm goes off the next morning. Finding someone to sleep with and then actually fucking them? That seems exhausting. Better to let Brooke take that one on himself (seems like that’s his preferred coping strategy).

And Nina is in no place to judge coping strategies, so despite any - concerns he might feel (the lines beneath Brooke’s eyes, the nicotine stains on his hands, that thing he does with his face that makes Nina want to hug him) he keeps his mouth shut.

He’s getting awfully good at the whole not-speaking-up thing. It’s not his best look. Not at all.

*****

On the air-conditioned floors of Drag Con, Nina gets to shake hands and hug people from all across the country, children to teenagers to tiny old grannies with walkers. It’s a completely surreal and humbling experience; he can’t get over the way it feels to have people know his name, people thank him for doing something that he loves.

And he gets to meet up again with so many of the queens he’s crazy about, queens he never thought would give a shit about him. It’s so nice seeing Adore again, she’s exactly the kind of person he wishes he had the guts to be when he was her age. And Peppermint is everything and Miss Fame is like an actual goddess in person as well as on television and then there’s James St. James - it’s a lot.

It almost feels like a trip to Disneyland but gayer (a bit) and with more neuroses.

There’s a weird moment with Miz Cracker, which is unexpected –Nina’s been a stan since Season 10, watches her recaps religiously. He didn’t think they were going to be best friends or anything (all right, maybe he thought they’d get there eventually) but when he introduces himself she basically stares right through him, says nothing, and starts to walk away. Luckily Vanjie is with her, so Nina embraces him to dissipate the awkward tension. He and Vanjie have a mini-meltdown over how in love they are with each other, and after Cracker is well out of earshot, Vanjie gives Nina a look.

“She feeling some type of way about you, hey? You steal her man or something?”

“Absolutely not.” Nina’s a bit hurt – he was legitimately excited about meeting Cracker – but she’s entitled to an off day. Or to just plain not like him (though who doesn’t like him? He’s bloody endearing, like a Labrador puppy).

Anyway, not to overdo the animal comparisons, but water off a duck’s back.

He doesn’t see Monet at the Con. Which is - probably for the best. Nina doesn’t avoid him but - he doesn’t go looking for him either. And really, he barely gets a moment to sneak away from his booth, so it isn’t like he’s a total garbage person. He doesn’t throw himself to the ground or anything at the sight of Monet coming toward him, his life hasn’t yet reached the level of pure farce.

It’s barely been a week anyway; Nina’s still figuring out how to appropriately apologize (appropriately apologize without coming across like a pathetic sad-sack who has maybe thought about that night a bit more than could be considered ‘casual’).

So. Space. Time. Possibly a time machine. All or any of them will work.

The Con ends on a high note and Nina basically goes on tour immediately after, doing a lot of PR for the season and his albums. In New York he finally meets Leslie Jones and loses his mind. He kind of floats through the next two months, lets himself be buoyed up by the love and support of his community, lets it erase the insecurities that wound like thorns around his heart after Season 11.

He travels, he makes people laugh. It’s what he’s good at. It’s how he’s survived.

When he’s not working, he’s practicing his sewing and designing and bribing his witchy seamstress friends into helping him put some new looks together. Somehow the days tick by too quickly. Spring ends, and summer breaks scalding over Ohio. Nina’s packing up his bags and hugging people goodbye and crying ( not really, but just don’t look at him for a minute) over his dogs.

And getting on a plane to L.A.

Being on set is familiar but also kind of panic inducing. Nina didn’t realize how differently he carried himself when he was getting ready to be filmed until his spine straightened helplessly and he suddenly realized he had arms. His body remembers how intense this experience was (is) even if his brain doesn’t.

He’s dressed in a (non-copyright infringing) version of Woody from Toy Story, sequined and cinched and proportionized, just like Michelle would want. Maya the P.A. hugs him, introduces him to the sound guy who hooks up his microphone, taping it just under Nina’s neckline (“At least buy me dinner first!” Nina says with a shrill, nervous laugh, and the sound guy doesn’t even flinch, clearly having heard it before. Nina may actually have said the same thing last season. It - might also have been the same sound guy).

“You ready?”

Nina is ready. He adjusts her cowboy hat, shifts her fringed leather belt and the sequined holsters for her bubble guns.

Then the lights are on him, and the cameras are rolling, and Nina pulls down the shutters on his insecurity (make ‘em laugh, it’s what he does).

“Hey y’all. I’m here to show you how the West was Won.”

Nina West struts into the werkroom, bubble guns at the ready, and the rest is herstory.

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fallback - chapter three

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chapter 3: red (august 2017)

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It took Bea six years after her first one to actually get used to premieres; to learn how to blur the flashes out, to walk in heels without stumbling, to spend hours and hours on getting ready only to be able to take it off in minutes. However, the thirteen years of premiere training seemed to all go away with just two words; “Tom’s here”.

With those two words, all air left her lungs. She felt suffocated; as if her heels felt like they went from being wedges to uneven stilettos, her dress felt like it’s ready to become the carpet beneath her feet any second, her hair felt like a bathtub of water she has to balance on her head. All of those sensations happened at the smallest millisecond, captured by her sudden silence and her hitch of breath.

Logan, however, has grown up with her and know all the tell-tale signs that her best friend is not okay. One of them was dating Noah. Bea has been known to take at least three months to get over someone; even if they went on just five dates. Tom was the first person Bea actually loved – Colin Ford was someone who taught her love existed but Tom taught her what love was. So, when she dated Noah almost too fast – Logan knew something was up. And her hitch of breath, her wobbly stance, and her suddenly pale white complexion confirmed it.

As much as Logan wanted to force Bea to talk to her about it, it’s not the time. “Go to Noah or Robert or someone.” She rushed her, trying to get her off her upcoming panic attack. “I’ll go and talk to Tom and try my best to make sure he stays away.” As much as Logan hates Noah and loves Tom for Bea, she will be damned if Bea gets hurt like that again. She is currently at peace with the fact that in order to survive the night, Bea may need to be attached to the hip to her ‘someone new’. The twenty-four year-old noted two things; one, Bea needs to go back to therapy, and two, Logan needs to force this conversation sometime within the next week.

As soon as she saw Bea run into an interviewer, a place where she can’t be in the way of Tom, Logan took a big breath of relief and turned to Bea’s adoring and confused friends. “Hey guys!” She greeted, “I’m so sorry – as you all know, Bea loves to be with you all but I had to tell her some news and it unfortunately affected her very negatively and she needs to get to away from the crowd.” She apologized, and the fans immediately sympathized. Bea was known for many things, such as her strong fanbase and dedicated fans. But she’s also known for taking as much time as she can with fans – once spending seven hours outside her hotel in the blaring heat to get to know and pass out water bottles to the fans who have built up around the building. One of her most publicized moments is the time a fangirl was getting crushed into the barricade and having a panic attack, so Bea invited her to join her in the studio – buying her a bottle of water, getting her a snack, and later driving her home.

As the fans now ask for Logan’s attention – an element due to her fame as an interior designer, Instagram influencer, and stylist – Bea finished her first interview and took a b-line to her uncle who was waiting for her near the first interviewer. The girl practically sprinted her way to her uncle and her aunt, who were talking by the blonde lady who directs the flow of the red carpet.

“Bumble bee!” Uncle Robert exclaimed, wrapping his arms around the niece who he raised, and pressing his lips against her forehead. “I’m so, so, so, so proud of you.” He whispered again, his lips back to kissing her forehead rapidly, making her chuckle and her heart calm down. “Even if you betrayed us for DC. Which reminds me, have you taken Kevin’s offer yet?”

She pulled away, “Not yet!” Bea informed - “The movie would be the fourth though, so they’re giving me time. Thank you so much for coming.” She turned to her auntie and gave her an equally big hug, however after what felt like endless praises from both of them, Auntie Susan whispered an alarming note in her ear.

“I’m so sorry bumble,” She sighed, “I tried to not let Rob invite him but he did, he thought you two were still friends.”

September 28, 2016

After her final reshoot, she booked a one-way flight to New York to stay with her aunt and uncle temporarily. She didn’t want to turn to Logan, who had enough problems of her own. Logan would be able to detect something wrong immediately, and she didn’t want to face the criticism of losing the one man she truly loved by Logan.

So she escaped and did the exact opposite. She left all her work and technology, except of her laptop (which is devoid of work – all her work is on her iPad). She had no projects she can currently delve herself into as her agent booked her for a well-deserved vacation. In particular, the vacation was supposed to be sent to visit Tom and his family in London.

Instead of staying at the apartment she bought to be able to visit her family without disturbing them, Bea hobbled out of JFK airport in her crutches with her duffle bag and got into the first cab and went to the Hamptons.

The film producer saw her honorary daughter hobble her way down the street, opting to ask the cab to drop her off a few blocks away from her uncle’s home. “Are you crazy?” Auntie Susan practically sprinted down the street, “Yes, of course, I’ll just watch my injured niece carry all her stuff down a block, sounds fair.”

Bea chuckled at the sarcasm, despite her foul mood. “I know you guys like your privacy!” Bea defended, “I also didn’t want to disturb you guys.”

“We literally raised you.” Auntie Susan noted, scrunching her eyebrows, as she picked up the heavy duffle bag from the ground. “If you disturbed us, it’s back when you peed your bed.”

The actress sighed, “I just didn’t want to bother any of you guys.” The aunt and mother grabbed her stuff and guided the injured younger woman to the couch. Dropping her baggage on the ground, Auntie Susan helped lift Bea enough to get on the large couch.

“You’re family, baby.” Auntie Susan reminded as soon as Bea sat down comfortably on the couch. “You’re never bothering us. That’s what’s family for.” Susan picked up the duffle bag once more, “I’ll put your stuff in the guest room rather than your usual room.”

“Good idea.” Bea chuckled as her usual room, which also happens to be one of her few childhood rooms, happen to be in the windmill next to her office. It was fair to assume Bea shouldn’t climb up three stories and one abnormally steep staircase. “You stay here, I’ll be right back. As much as I enjoy your visits, you often stay at your flat – so I’m guessing you want to talk about something.” Bea nodded, falling onto the cream marshmallow they call a couch.

Within minutes, Auntie Susan had placed two water bottles and a bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table. She absentmindedly turned on a boring television show neither of them will watch and sat down next to Bea’s legs. “So, care to tell me what happened?” Susan frowned, reaching out to soothingly caress her niece’s face.

Bea has never been one to talk about her feelings or a break up due to not wanting to inconvenience everyone – she always says others have more and worse problems than her. It’s one of the reasons she likes acting and spending time with fans – if she can bring a smile to someone’s face, she accomplished something. However, the action of Auntie Susan soothing her reminded her of when she was first taken in by her uncle and she was brought to tears.

“Uh, so you knew about Tom and I?” Susan nodded, and that’s when Bea started stuttering nonsensical words – explaining how much she loved him, how much he made her heart feel heavy with love, how happy she was with him, and how amazing he was. As she spoke, Susan saw the true impact Tom had on her leaving; her sunken eyes, her pale skin, her stringy hair.

Yes, Tom Holland has done the impossible; he got Bea to be so broken down and sad. He got her to cry her eyes out. He got her to become a mess. Susan hasn’t seen Bea like this since she was eighteen. Bea became a waterfall that couldn’t be stopped; her tears falling and falling.

She fell into her aunt’s chest, causing Susan to wrap her arms around her niece tightly. “I’m so sorry, baby.” She sighed, shushing her in a comforting way and petting her hair. “I know you’re a strong girl, so I’m not going to coddle you because you also are aware of this but Tom isn’t shit and I won’t say it. But I’m going to say he’s shit for how he reacted.” Susan sighed, “I’m also not going to lie by saying you weren’t good for each other, because it’s like…I can only think of it as how someone describe Rob and myself – yin and yang.” She paused for a hot second between every statement, “but what I can say is that you love and you learn. It’s good you finally came in touch with that emotion. It’s good that you’re telling me how you feel. I can’t say anything that’ll take away the pain, but I’m here. We’re here for you. We’ll listen to you. Stay with us – you obviously can stay longer than the five days you planned”

After what felt like hours of endless sobbing, Bea and Susan leaned back into the couch and turned on some of Bea’s favorite films until the kids came back from day care and kindergarten. The two squealed at the sight of their cousin. “Bea!” They both screamed, running towards her and hugging her. Bea laughed, still sniffling and eyes still red and puffy. When they started trying to climb up onto the couch, particularly near Bea’s leg, Susan was quick to warn them.

“Exton, Avri, careful – your cousin is hurt.” Susan motioned towards the cast on Bea’s leg, leaving the position the two of them were in. “She won’t be able to be active with you guys, but she’s here for the next few days.”

Bea smiled weakly – feeling exhausted from crying, “how about you sign my cast?” She winked, playfully, making the kids squeal and run upstairs to retrieve all the different colors of sharpie.

The actress suppressed her anger for her uncle; after all, she knows she could never hold a grudge against him. It’s been proven impossible.

“I better get to some interviews,” Bea suppressed her fear of crashing into Tom and her anger at her uncle, knowing if she doesn’t – she’ll say things she’ll regret. “I told Noah we’ll do some interviews together.”

Uncle Robert grinned widely, just happy his niece seems happy. “Let me see the guy! Haven’t seen him in ages.” One thing Bea loves about her uncle is that he’s so open, welcoming, and lovable. However, she hates how he can be that way after pissing her off.

Bea walked quickly to Noah, ignoring her uncle’s attempts to make conversation as she wants to restrain herself from yelling at him. “Hey Noah!” Robert exclaimed, giving the huge fan of his a giant bear hug. “Have you been treating my dau-niece right?” Uncle Robert has raised Bea like his own daughter – it often happens where he slips ‘daughter’ in instead of niece, and same with Bea – where sometimes he’d call him and Auntie Susan as her parents.

Bea tuned out as Noah smiled, responding to his questions; her foot anxiously tapping the carpet on the ground as her head was involuntarily searching the area desperately for Tom and the best way to avoid him.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Logan talking to Tom – Tom’s back facing her. Bea thanked God quietly for Logan’s presence in her life.

Tom, in his eyes, was here just to see Bea. He wanted to apologize, to tell her she hasn’t stopped thinking about him, to give her a kiss and spin her around like they used to. He wanted to carry her up in the ground and do training again, or binge watch another show he can’t give an arse about to see her smile.

Tom missed her. He knew about the relationship between Noah and Bea, but she moved on too fast. Did he mean nothing to her at all?

That, and he needed more closure. He left her, yes, and he regrets it everyday of his life. But his family and Haz was right; Bea was family at that point and she was more than the love of her life. If Tom had to describe Bea in any word, he’d call her his soulmate. As cheesy as it sounds, that’s the best way he can describe her and encapsulate everything about her; from the way she’d be too lazy to leave her bed sometimes or indulge himself into her work to the way she’d shine like the north star amongst the sea of stars. He was the luckiest guy in the world when he was with her; he was just scared.

So, he wanted to see her.

He wanted to see if she was happy.

He knew when she was lying, and something about the pictures and captions of posts with Noah felt off.

Or maybe it was just some dazed off fantasy. A fantasy where she’d see him across the room, run into his arms, and become his just like that again. Oh how he wishes that can happen, oh how he wishes she’ll drop everything for him. He would do that for her in a moment’s notice. He can’t lose her again and he’d do anything to get her back. It’s like she was her oxygen.

Tom remembers what everyone called him the day on set when Noah and Bea became online official; something they never did. Tom remembers how he did almost nothing for that week; Zendaya, Jacob, Harrison, and his family each calling him ‘lifeless’ and a ‘zombie’ – a shell of what he used to be.

He was heartbroken, no, he had a piece taken away from him by his own stupid insecurities, which he took out on her.

“Spiderman was so great!” Logan was making meaningless conversation, but Tom was still grateful for the compliment. “No, but seriously, how are you? I miss you guys so much.” Although Logan’s main motive was to move him out the way, his ulterior motive was to bond with the guy who she used see everytime he saw his best friend. She wanted to bond with the man who brought the biggest smile she’s ever seen on her best friend’s face.

August 2015

“I’m nervous.” Tom mumbled under his breath as Harrison sat in the back seat and Bea drove the three of them to the restaurant where William had picked.

Bea chuckled, “Why are you nervous?” She reached out for his hand on her knee, stroking it with her thumb. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Harrison laughed in the background, “Honestly, before I met you, I wanted to meet Logan and have her sweet talk me to you so you’d want to meet me and date me.” Bea chuckled. She has heard a lot of people having a crush on her, hell – she’d seen a headline saying ‘Bea Downey-Parker; the girl who creates lesbians and make every boy fall hard’, but it felt strange having someone who’d just become one of her closest friend be so open about wanting to marry her.

“I mean the last bit still can happen.” Bea teasingly flirted, making Tom’s heart drop despite the obvious joke. The beginning of their relationship was weird; Harrison knew Tom and Bea were not-so secretly in love with each other, so Haz has been doing anything he can to provoke his best mate into asking the girl of his dreams out.

Tom quickly changed the radio station. “Oh my God, I love this song!” He basically screamed in his best valley girl accent, before the three of them started singing along with Miley Cyrus’s ‘Party in the USA’ – Haz laughing throughout, Tom singing as stereotypically girly as he can, and Bea 100% meaning every lyric that escaped her lip. Haz took out his phone, starting to film this experience and post on his Insta Story.

Eventually, the three of them made their way into the restaurant – where Logan and Bea literally ran to each other before giving each other a bear hug. “Logan and William, this is Tom and Harrison. Harrison and Tom, this is Logan and William.”

The dinner was the longest dinner Bea ever attended – and Bea attended six MET galas. The group of them bonded over soda (for Haz, Tom, and Bea) and alcohol (Logan and William), laughing throughout the night and telling embarrassing anecdotes – like the time Tom got a boner during an assembly, the time Harrison made out with a sex doll during a house party, when William accidentally called his boss ‘daddy’ during a mock trial, when Logan’s dress ripped in the middle of the red carpet, and when Bea had a fan sign a plastic of poop and threw it to her from behind the red rope – the plastic bag breaking as it landed on her stomach in front of a hundred people minutes before her flight.

“Okay, Bea – can you come with me to the bathroom?” Logan asked, making Bea nod and stand up immediately without any further question. “I’m just washing my face – don’t want to sleep while driving.”

Bea turned to look at Tom and Harrison, “I’ll try and do the same, but can one of you guys drive just in case?” Bea started to sing the last part of the question, tyring to look much more innocent than she normally seems.

Tom rolled his eyes, “I’ll drive.” Bea bit her lip and then bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek. As soon as her soft lips met his cheek, he turned pink.

“You guys are dating and didn’t tell me.” Logan started hitting her best friend with a box of tissues inside the bathroom, ��You are so fucking happy with him what the fuck I’m so happy for you!!”

Bea pulled back her face, “Yeah, I think I really like him and OK TAKE MY NEXT SENTENCE LIGHTLY but I can see myself falling for him.” Logan started to squeal; even when she dated Colin (aka her first boyfriend), she never was this giddy or smiley. “But we’re not dating.”

“WHY THE FUCK NOT?”

“Centineo and Downey-Parker, can you please go to your photo spots and then your interviews please?” The mean looking, frowning blonde lady directing the carpet exasperatedly sighed. She pulled Bea out of her trance while her uncle and current boyfriend continued to bond. “Your group photo and interview will be happening soon.”

The actress gasped, apologizing profusely to both her uncle for leaving so quickly and the lady, for interfering with her job. Noah took her hand and made their way to the photo spots, listening to the instructions.

After posing by looking directly at the camera - smiling on and off, looking over their shoulders, hugging or wrapping their arm around each other – Noah smirked. “Do you trust me?” Bea furrowed her eyebrows. Before she could even respond, Noah dipped her and planted a sloppy kiss to her lips. Although she adored him and his kiss, she felt the most uncomfortable.

Is Tom seeing this? She thought; a thought that only made this action feel so wrong. An itch creeped down her back, as if warning her that this wasn’t okay. She has never cheated on anybody nor has she ever been in an open relationship, but she felt like this is how cheating would feel like.

Once the movie ended and Bea was finally liberated from watching her face up in another close-up again, she went onstage alongside the cast and director to do a short question and answer session with the audience. Luckily, she couldn’t see Tom amongst the hundreds of people. As soon as the session ended, she rushed her way to the after party – Noah in tow – as she tried to avoid Tom.

As soon as she got into the after party, Bea immediately wanted to leave. Yes, she loved going on stage before and after the movie to talk about the film and the process – and that’s fun with the right interviews. Yes, she loved getting to meet people. But, the after party always tend to be much more exclusive. She always felt like she didn’t belong.

So, she felt uncomfortable as a random guy tried to schmooze a product that she couldn’t care less about. That said, it’s also a product she can’t make a decision on – it’s something her stylist chooses.

Tom was so grateful that Robert invited him to both the premiere and the after party – but he felt as if he didn’t belong. He just wanted to see her in person, ideally talk to her – but he’s seen her so much in pictures. Something didn’t seem right about her smile – so he wanted to see it in person. He always knew when she lied. Logan can start slightly detecting a lie, despite knowing her for almost her whole life. Robert can be oblivious unless pointed towards the right direction. But Tom always paid attention and he knew her tell. He knew something was up.

It was also the most obvious when Bea was talking to a man in suit, now in a shorter and seemingly more comfortable dress. So, Tom wanting to play hero (and taking advantage of Logan going to the bathroom after someone spilled a drink on her) went and approached her, his heart thumping with nerves.

“Hey Bea…” Tom smiled, sliding into the conversation. “Hey mate, sorry, do you think I can take her away for a second? Thanks mate.” Tom didn’t allow the man to answer and just dragged her away.

Bea’s breath hitched. Yes, she was thankful she was away from the man who started becoming a little sexist but she didn’t know if being with Tom made it better. She could swear every time Tom looked at her, her heart dropped. “Hey!” She exclaimed, trying to show some gratefulness for giving her an escape. She opened her arms up to give him a hug, which he gratefully accepted.

Words were stuck on the tip of his tongue. I love you, he wanted to say – three words he never had the courage to say to her. “The movie was fantastic!” Great small talk, Tom – he chastised himself sarcastically, you know how much she loves that.

“Oh thank you!” She grinned and nodded at the compliment, accepting the fact it was great at best but in no way fantastic. “I could say the same to you – Spiderman: Homecoming was amazing.”

This felt awkward for the both of them. The two of them have literally spoken about the meaning of death, why people fart – any topic that they can think of. They never felt confined to one topic.

He shrugged off the compliment. “Ah, thanks, but really your uncle made the movie.” He teased, still refraining from physical contact. “I was sad to not see you at the premiere. What were you doing?”

How do you tell someone you were crying your eyes out from missing them? How do you tell someone you didn’t have the courage to see their face and still not sure if you could see their face now?

“Uh, you know, Logan wanted me to do some wedding planning.” She tipped an imaginary hat, “I was being the best maid of honor, obviously.” She overexaggerated her voice.

If Bea had no social restraint, she’d scream at him – tell him to answer her question if he wanted her to Gwen Stacy, tell him that he ripped her heart into pieces and threw it into a trash. If Tom had no social restraint, he’d kiss her right there.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, not knowing what to do with her hands. “So, you’re here with anybody?”

“Uh, not really.” He chuckled, “I’m kind of your uncle’s plus one.” He glanced and found Robert with Susan. “Plus two… I’m kind of his side chick, I’m assuming.”

Bea chuckled, suddenly feeling the tension and weight in the air lift with their laughter. “Ah, no, Jimmy is his side chick. I think you’re more of a side hoe.”

“There’s a difference?”

Bea shrugged, “Huh, not sure. I just think side chick sounds nicer than side hoe.”

Tom lifted his eyebrows in mock offense, “I’ll be the best side hoe-“

“Oh my gosh, you must be Tom Holland!” Noah exclaimed, giving Tom a big man hug out of nowhere. “Dude, I’m such a big fan.” Bea immediately closed up again and Tom lost all hope in getting her to open up once more. Tom chuckled, making friends with who seems like one of the friendliest guys he’d ever meet. “Bea mentioned that she met you and I kept asking her if you could introduce us after the whole Spiderman movie.”

Noah wrapped his arm around Bea’s waist. This is something common for the two of them, hell – it was more common with Tom – but this was the first time that the familiar arm felt like a snake slithering around her waist and Bea was terrified of reptiles. He kissed her cheek sloppily, feeling like a wet mop just hit the dry floor. His close presence felt almost suffocating and her smile was about to falter. She can’t let Tom see her like that and she can’t let Noah feel like she’s questioning their relationship. She didn’t want to hurt him.

Tom and Noah were talking about the small habits of their characters while Bea stared at her heels and Tom kept glancing at her - wanting to know what she was thinking, wanting to be the one who’s wrapped around her, wanting to ink her face into the back of his mind permanently. “I’ll go get some air.” Bea interrupted the conversation she zoned out from;

Noah nodded, knowing Bea is quite an introvert for a celebrity. He learnt to give her some time alone, especially when the last time this happened caused their first and only in-person fight to happen. Noah took a step back and let her off.

She found her solace in the balcony, sitting near the edge. She hesitated to take out a pack of cigarettes from her bag. No, she was no smoker – nor will she ever promote the poison, but she would smoke it in times of severe stress and only then. She started after the breakup – when she met up with Colin for drinks (and to ask her why he cheated on her to understand why she was so ‘unlovable’ as she called it) and he took out a cigarette and offered one to Bea.

“I have never thought that I’d ever see you with one of those.” Tom noted. “It took me a bit to find you. I had to escape your cavalry.” Bea chuckled, putting the unlit cigarette and the lighter down into her bag. “When did you start?”

She shrugged, not wanting him to see how much he broke her. But maybe that’s what she needed to do. Maybe telling him how much him leaving broke her heart would remind her why she shouldn’t love him and quiet the loud thumping in her chest and clip the wings of the butterflies in her stomach. “Last year-ish. I went out with Colin and he offered me one.”

Maybe mentioning Colin was the wrong thing to do. It was the reason he left. It was name that prompted the biggest regret of his life.

“Bea, I still love you.” He blurted out, “Well, I mean I love you. I mean, I always did. Look, I’m not good at confessing how I feel – you know this.”

“And you think I am?” Bea exclaimed. “I fucking confessed my heart to you, Holland. Do you think it’s easy for me to say I love you? I told you about Colin cheating on me. You were so hung up on such a trivial fact. Why the fuck are you confessing this now when I’m with somebody else?” Tom noticed how she didn’t say she loved somebody else. Tom saw the lack of social restriction she was gaining as she yelled, so even as she shouted her heart out to him – his heart felt full. “You can’t toy with someone’s feeling like that.”

Tom opened his mouth to explain himself. Bea wanted to know why. Hell, it’s what kept her up most nights. So, she shut her mouth and let him speak. She wanted to hear his side of the story, and didn’t want to yell so much on such a big night “I was scared. There was no way in hell I ever could deserve somebody like you. I could sell my soul to the devil and he would still think it’s too much to ask. I thought you’d find someone better and leave me.”

“You are the best man I have ever met in my life, Holland.” She interrupted the pause of silence. “I could never find anybody better than you.”

At those words, he felt like he had her approval. He lunged forward and captured her lips in his - initially out of sync but eventually started moving together like two dancers in a perfect waltz. I guess I have no social restraint, he thought. His hand went to her hair, tangling himself in her body as much as she can whilst Bea’s body didn’t reciprocate the action but her lips did – the two molding together like they belonged with one another, like they never been parted. They both missed this feeling; the feeling of home in another person, the fireworks - no, explosions that spark from just being in the presence of the other.

But then Bea came back to mind. What felt right was wrong. Bea slapped at his chest, pushing him away, and looked at him with as much distaste as she can muster for the man she loved with all her heart, a love that has only been reignited.

How can someone be so perfect? She thought as she started to walk away. “I’m going to Noah.” She mumbled under her breath.

Tom felt his feet trip under his weight, but caught himself on the railing. The context behind his actions came flooding back. He felt icky and gross and disgusting and full of himself and he wanted to take ten showers before talking to civilised society again.

But one fact reigned true in his mind besides her comments; she kissed back.

And interrupting his dreamy thoughts; the way her hair cascaded down and how it felt when his hand was up in her hair as they kissed – was Logan, returning back to her post. “I was looking for you!” She slapped his shoulder playfully, “Whats with that dreamy smile of yours?”

She kissed back. “Nothing.” He smiled, staring dreamily at the stars in the sky - none of which could shine as much as she did, none of which that could light up the night like that kiss did.

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The Skateboarder’s Heart (1/2)

Cassie's POV :)

I see him skateboard by my house everyday for the last six months but I can't find myself ever go out and talk to him. He skateboards by twice a day. Once around seven thirty am and then again around three-thirty, so I'm guessing to and from school.

I tell my best friend, Jay, about him everyday and he tells me I should just go talk to him. But I can't. What if he stops and I never get to see him ever again. Jay says he must live near by for him to be going by twice a day.

The reason I won't go out and talk to him is because I have a heart shaped birthmark covering my left cheek and I hate it but Jay says it gives me character and extra love to give to someone but I don't know. I used get teased about it in school but once everybody hit high school, everyone just gave up cause everything they had said by then was old and I wouldn't react to it anymore.

I go into my room and change into a pink tank top and some black legging, I grab my Nike's slipping them on. I grab my phone and headphones, putting my phone in my workout arm band.

I hear a knock on the door and smile, I answer it. "Jay!"

"Hey Cassie, ready?"

"Yup, just gotta grab a water, need one?"

"When don't I?"

I laugh and shake my head, I grab two waters from the fridge and hand him one.

Jay and I have decided to go for a run every third day of the week around four.

Today happens to be Friday and I haven't seen the mystery skateboarder yet or I missed him when I was watching some YouTube videos.

We head out running down my street and we take a right at the old gas station, head down towards our school and then down around town and back up my street. It takes us two hours every time only cause we take a break around town for about thirty minutes.

Jay goes home after our run because he forgot his change of clothes in his room but he says he'll be back after his shower.

I head inside and take a long hot shower, I change into black sweats and a pink sweatshirt crop top. I go into the living room and wait for Jay to come back when I hear a knock on the door, I get up and answer it.

I open the door and am very surprised by whose standing in front of my door, the skateboarder.

"C can I help you?"

He looks up when he hears me speak. "Um, I think you dropped this when you ran by my house," he holds up my key chain with Jay's name on it that, Jay got me for my birthday. It's a joke between us. We both have each other's names but it doesn't mean anything other than friendship.

"Oh um thanks." I reach out to take it from him when our fingers brush and I feel an electric shock. I take the key chain in my hand and smile. "Thanks again, um."

"Noah."

"Thanks Noah."

"It was my pleasure." He says and smiles. "May I know your name?" He looks at me and bites his lip.

"Cassie."

"Hi Cassie," Noah says and smiles.

"Hi Noah," I says and blush a little. I see Jay pull into the driveway and I bite my lip.

Noah notices the car and frowns, "I'll see you around Cassie. It was nice meeting you."

"Bye Noah."

He turns and gets on his skateboard and skates off on the street.

Jay walks closer to the house and looks at me, "was that your skateboarder?"

"He not mine but yes."

"Did you get his number?"

"No, but I got a name."

"What is it?"

I move away from the door so we're not having this conversation outside, Jay walks in the house and shuts the door behind him.

"His name is Noah."

"Oh, why was Noah here?"

"I guess I dropped our friendship key chain by his house and he returned it."

"Aww how sweet of him." Jay teases.

I start blushing, "shush. He was just being a good person."

"I think it's more than that."

"More than that, what?"

"How did he know where you lived? We were gone for two hours. How did you know you were home? Your birthmark."

"My birthmark? Oh my god, I didn't even oh my god, Jay!"

"Cassie, breathe."

"I can't breathe Jay, he saw my birthmark!"

"And he still talked to you?"

"Yeah and?"

"He didn't seem to mind it."

"Oh my god, Jay."

"Wait," Jay says and looks at me.

"What?"

"It's a bad thought."

"What?! Jayson Alexander!"

"Whoa, no need for the full name. What if he thinks your my..."

"Your what?"

"Girlfriend."

"No! What? He wouldn't."

"Cassie, you have a key chain with my name on it, I'm over here like 24/7, we go for runs together, I came over when he was here."

"No," I say and frown. "Ugh. He did seem kinda sad when he saw you pull in. Dammit!"

"Well just have to change his mind," Jay says and I look at him confused.

"Change his mind, I'm scared to ask how."

"We make you look available. Maybe go for a jog by yourself, go outside when you know he's going to skate by and work out or something."

"But I like going on runs with you," I pout at him.

"We'll still go on runs, love, just not as many together."

"Ugh I'm not going to like it but I'll try to."

"Does he usually go by over the weekend?"

"Some times, just at varied times."

"I gotta do some intel and figure out where he exactly lives so you know where to run."

I groan and walk into the kitchen, "I'm ordering pizza, I don't care."

Jay walks into the kitchen and laughs. "Order whatever and I'll eat it."

I grab my phone and order some pizza.

"Jay." I pout at him.

"What babe?"

"Why is this so complicated?"

"Hon, it's just how people think. Girls and guys can't be friends without liking each other."

"No offense but I could never like you, you're like my brother."

"None taken cause I feel the same. We've been best friends since birth, thanks to our lovely parents."

"Yeah."

We spend the rest of the night pigging out on pizza and snacks while watching movies. Jay goes home around eleven. I clean up our mess and head upstairs to my room.

I lay down on my bed, I open my phone and open Instagram. I click on the search bar and type in Noah to see what comes up when I find his Instagram, he's the fifth result.

I click his profile and look around on it. Lots of random selfies and skateboarding pics when I notice something. His house. I know where he lives. I close Instagram and go to my iMessage.

Cassie: Jay! I know where Noah lives!

Jay: How?!

Cassie: insta I found his profile

Jay: gimme the info!

Cassie: Noahcent

I go back to his profile and continue looking around. I go to my profile and look at it. I post selfies and food pics but I'm the selfies I never show my birthmark, I'm always hiding it in some way with my hand, hair, or object.

I bite my lip and sit up, I fix my hair a little and open my camera. I take a few shots and hate them all. I bite my lip again and groan. I get off my bed and go over to my dresser, I grab my brush and brush my hair a little. I hold my camera up and take a couple shots, I look at them and pick one that's good.

"Now I need a good caption," I say to myself out loud. I start looking through my Spotify playlists. I click on a few songs and listen to them but nothing stands out. I click on mine and Jay's playlist of the new songs we want each other to listen to. I click on 'Better to Lie' by Benny Blanco and Swae Lee. The first line pops out at me and I open Instagram and post the photo with the caption; 'Sometimes it's better to lie than say all the things I got on my mind.'

I don't have that many followers cause I don't post that much but I get likes. I place my phone down on my bed and grab my laptop, I open it and Netflix pops up. I put on a random movie that I've seen a million times and cuddle my blankets and start watching it as I fall asleep.

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A few weeks have gone by and I'd say we've made some progress. Noah has came over and talked to me a few times, nothing major. He asked why Jay hasn't been running with me. I told him he's been busy. He hasn't asked if he's my boyfriend though. I see him skate by more often, I have noticed that.

I walk out to check the mail for my parents when I see him coming down my street and I smile to myself. I go to the mailbox by the street and open it, finding just a magazine for me. I see him boarding to my side of the street and I try not to smile.

"Hey Cassie!" Noah calls and stops right by my mailbox and I look up.

"Hey Noah. What's up?"

"Not much just bored. You?"

"Getting the mail for the parentals."

"Fun fun. Going for a run today?"

"Nope, it's my off day."

"Oh. Um," Noah starts to say then bites his lip, "did you wanna hang out? I mean if you're not busy"

"What did you have in mind?"

"We could watch a movie or go for a walk or I could teach you how to skateboard."

"Sure," I say and blush a little.

My phone starts ringing and I pull it out of my pocket; Jay, "Can you give a minute?"

"Yeah sure."

"Hey Jay!, I say and I notice Noah's frown a little.

"Whatcha doing? Seen Noah today yet?"

"Actually I'm gonna hang out with him."

"What?!"

"Stop yelling, he can hear you." I whisper and look at Noah causing him to smile.

"Oh sorry. What are you guys gonna do?"

"Watch a movie, go for a walk, we're not sure yet."

"Make out with and have his children."

"Jayson!" I say and bite my lip. "Sorry, he's being crazy," I say to Noah and bite my lip.

"SHE WANTS TO HAVE YOU CHILDREN!" Jay yells and my eyes go big and look at Noah to see if he heard and I see him smirk a little.

"And goodbye Jay!" I hang up on Jay and look at Noah again, "Sorry, best friends gone wild."

"What? Jay's your best friend and not your boyfriend?"

"No, best friend since birth. Our parents went to school together so once we were born it was only natural we became friends, our birthdays are one day apart. I'm older by thirteen hours."

"Oh. I just assumed since you two were always together."

"Everyone does."

"So um what did you wanna do?"

"We could go for a walk around the neighborhood?" I say more as a question than a statement.

"Sure, did you need to take in the mail?"

"No, it's just a magazine I can grab it later," I turn and put it back in the mailbox. "Did you need to do anything before our walk?"

"Nope, all free."

"Let's go then." I smile.

Noah and I start walking down the sidewalk when he speaks up.

"Did you wanna play a game so we're not just walking in silence?"

"Sure."

"When's your birthday?"

"April twentieth."

"Yours?"

"May ninth."

"So I'm older by nineteen days."

"What's your favorite animal?"

"I'd say cats, they're cute and cuddly," I say and smile at Noah.

"And evil. My sister's cat is evil. One minute he'll love you then two seconds later he's plotting your death."

I laugh, "What's his name?"

"Vesuvius but we call him Suvi for short. Do you have any pets?"

"Does Jay count?"

"If you want him too."

"Sure," I laugh. "What's the worst thing about skateboarding?"

"Um probably learning tricks and falling on your ass until you get them."

"Sounds painful."

"Very. What's the last movie you saw in theaters?"

"Captain Marvel."

"Me too. When did you go?"

"This past Tuesday with Jay, we went at like 3:45 at Celebration."

"Oh my god! That's when I went, I was like five minutes late coming in cause someone was taking forever in the concession line."

"I think that was probably Jay," I laugh.

"Damn Jay," he says and laughs.

"What was your favorite part or parts?" I ask.

"Oh for sure when Goose was on screen. You?"

"Oh my god yes, when Goose exposed himself to Fury. I died laughing, you probably heard me."

"That was you." He stops and looks at me.

"Uh yeah. Sorry," I bite my lip and look at him.

"It's cool cause I was laughing too," he says laughing.

"What's your favorite song right now?"

We start walking again.

"Just one?"

"Okay maybe five."

"I can do five for sure. 'Sweet Thing' by Ylti, 'Luvsick' by Kai Wachi and Ylti, 'Hesher' by Wallpaper, 'Mine' by Bazzi, 'Beautiful' also by Bazzi, and a bonus 'Hell of a Life' by Kayne, though I don't like him personally I just like the song."

"So no more drugs for you, just pussy and religion?" I look at him, he just stop and looks at me, I smirk. "What?"

"Have you been stalking my insta?"

"No," I blush a little.

"You have!"

"No, I haven't. I just know that song."

"Mmhmm then why do you know the exact line I posted on my insta story yesterday?"

"Coincidence," I say and bite my lip.

"Oh okay," he says and rolls his eyes.

We start walking again, when Noah asks another question, "Do you know any of the other songs?"

"I know Bazzi's, he's my new obsession."

"No one ever knows about the music I listen to, how'd you hear about him?"

"Um, I plead the fifth."

"How are you going to plead the fifth on that?"

"Because I'll incriminate myself."

"By answering where you heard about Bazzi?"

"Yeah."

Noah doesn't say anything for a minute but we continue to walk, when he stops. "You have been stalking my insta!"

"What? No!" I blush.

"Not fair! You get to stalk me when I can't you." He pouts and looks at me.

"Cassie.marie."

"What?"

"My insta, duh."

"Oh," he pulls out his phone, opens insta and types in my username.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket a few times. "If you're stalking me, you suck. You're not supposed to be known."

"Oh sorry, I couldn't help myself," he says and smirks.

I pull out my phone and see that Noah followed me and liked a few photos so I follow him back and lock my phone, putting it back in my pocket.

"Can I ask you something kinda personal, Cassie?" Noah asks as we turn the corner for my street.

"Sure."

"Now you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, I won't get upset if you don't."

That's when I know what he's going to ask about, my birthmark. "Ask it, please."

"Why do you hide your birthmark?"

"I um," I bite my lip and stop in front of my house and look at him, "I don't like it and everyone used to make fun of me for it. So I grew to hate it and I thought hiding it was better for everyone. Once someone sees it they either make a face towards it or they ask about it."

"So what made you post a picture showing it the other day?"

"I was tired of hiding it and I." I look down at our shoes.

"You what?"

"I kinda freaked out when Jay realized I didn't hide it from you when you brought back my key chain the other week. I didn't even realized you saw it till after you left."

"Cassie?" Noah says and moves closer to me. He places his hand on my chin gently and raises my head so I look at him. "So I made you show it to the world?"

I nod a little and he moves his hand to my cheek, and softly outlines it with his thumb. "How could anyone tease you for something so beautiful?"

My cheeks heat up and he smiles.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," he traces it once more then removes his hand from my face. "What did you wanna do now?"

"Can you show me the basics on your board?"

"You wanna learn to ride?"

"Yeah, no tricks, I don't wanna hurt my butt."

He laughs, "sure."

We walk to the street and he puts his board on the street. "Okay now find the center of the board."

I put my foot in the middle of the board.

"And with your other foot, kick off. And just keep kicking till your comfortable with the speed then you can stop kicking and put your other foot on the board."

"Will you hold my hands so I don't fall. That's my fear right now."

"Sure." He takes my hands, I kick off and gasp a little causing him to laugh. He lets go of one of them and runs along side me.

"I'm doing it!" I say excitedly when I try to kick off again and kick the board instead, I start to fall when Noah slows the board down and catches me in his arms.

"Slow down speedy," he teases and looks down at me.

I bite my lip and look at him, he looks from my eyes to my lips to my eyes and licks his lips. I softly nod my head a little as he leans down to kiss my lips when my phone starts ringing, scaring us both.

I groan and pull out my phone, "sorry." He pulls me upright and moves away so I can answer the phone. "What?"

"Oh feisty. Are you still with Noah?"

"Yes. And I hate you."

"Why this time?"

I look over at Noah messing with his board in the street, I watch him and whisper, "you ruined the moment."

"What moment?"

"He was about to kiss me," I whisper and groan.

"What? Oh my god Cassie, I'm sorry. Maybe it will happen again."

"Hey Cassie, I gotta head home for dinner, see you later?"

"Oh okay, bye Noah," I say sadly. "Yeah, see you around."

Noah puts his board down and starts to skate away when I groan into the phone again. "He left."

"I'm sorry, Cassie. I thought you were alone so I was gonna ask if anything happened."

"You owe me so much shit right now, Jayson."

"I know. Wanna hang out and you can tell me what happened?"

"Maybe later. I need to think about stuff."

"Okay call me when you wanna hang."

"Okay bye Jay."

"Bye Cassie."

I hang up the phone and grab the magazine from the mailbox, heading inside to my room.

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I don't end up calling Jay to hang out, I go up to my room and stay there for most of the night, except when I order Chinese and have to answer the door.

I look at Noah's insta some more when I notice a new photo,

Can't stop thinking about you. ♥

I blush a little. Is he talking about me? I like it and close the app.

I grab my laptop and start watching a movie when my phone buzzes. I grab it and look at the notification; Noah has sent you a direct message. I bite my lip and slide the notification, it opens Instagram and my direct messages page. I click on the message.

Noah: hi

Cassie: hi

Noah: whatcha doing?

Cassie: watching a movie, you?

Noah: laying in my bed, bored.

Cassie: wanna continue our game?

Noah: sure.

Cassie: when did you start skateboarding?

Noah: around 12 y/o

Cassie: Nice

Noah: do you have any hidden talents?

Cassie: I can do the splits, does that count?

Noah: Yeah I guess, not everyone can do them

Cassie: can I have your number?

Noah doesn't respond for a few minutes and I start freaking out. I text Jay.

Cassie: I think I scared him away ☹️

Jay: What did you do?

Cassie: asked for his number. We were asking questions via insta and I asked. He hasn't responded for ten minutes. Jaaaaaaayyyy help me.

Jay: What was he doing when you asked?

Cassie: laying on his bed bored, so we continued to asked each other questions and that's when I asked.

Jay: maybe he had to go to the bathroom or someone came in his room, if he was going to kiss you earlier he wouldn't just leave you on read, he read it right?

I go back to our conversation and look, 'unread'.

Cassie: he didn't read it. Thank god.

'Noah has sent you a direct message' banner pops up on my phone.

Cassie: HE READ IT Jayson! Help.

Jay: open it.

I go to Instagram and open the direct message.

Noah: 213-555-0139

Cassie: I HAVE HIS NUMBER

"SHIT!" I say out loud when I realized I sent that to Noah instead of Jay.

Cassie: fuck I just sent I HAVE HIS NUMBER to him instead of you!

Jay: Nice one.

Cassie: I can't text both of you ttyl

Noah: was that supposed to be to Jay? 🤣🤣

Cassie: I plead the fifth again 😎

I open iMessage and copy his number. Noah

Cassie: hi

Noah: hi 🤓

Cassie: where'd you go?

Noah: I plead the fifth. 😛

Cassie: that's my line 😠

Noah: look out your window

I get up and look out my window, I smile when I see Noah standing in the middle of the street.

Cassie: What are you doing?

Noah: midnight lesson?

Cassie: be down in five

I move away from the window and toss on my outfit I had on earlier, baby pink sweatshirt crop top and black jeans with knees cut out. I toss my hair in a ponytail and head downstairs. I walk out the front door and I see Noah sitting on my front steps.

"Hi," I say.

"Hi."

"Isn't a little late for a lesson?"

"Yeah, But I couldn't think of anything else to get you to come outside."

"You could have just asked," I giggle a little.

"I'll have to remember that next time."

"Next time?"

"Yeah. Cassie I like talking to you. You're not like other girls our age. You say what you're thinking. And you're not afraid to show how you're feeling."

I start to blush and I bite my lip.

"So..." Noah says.

"So..." I mock back.

"Do you have plans tomorrow afternoon?"

"No, why?"

"You need another lesson."

"Oh yeah."

"Let's say two, I meet you here and we have the lesson, and leave your phone inside."

"No phone. Gotcha."

"But I'm gonna go back home before I get grounded and we have no lesson."

"So you asked me outside to ask if I was busy? You could have done that on the phone."

"Well I wanted to see you again before I go to sleep," Noah says and smirks causing me to blush.

"Goodnight Noah."

"Goodnight Cassie."

He walks down the stairs and boards back towards his house when I go inside, I grab a water from the fridge and head upstairs to my room.

I change back into my pjs and snuggle in my bed when my phone goes off.

Noah:

Night

Cassie: night dork 🤓

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I wake up the next morning and take a shower. I pick my outfit out; a black and white striped off the shoulder shirt, white jean cut off shorts, black socks and black vans. I wear my hair down but bring a hair tie just in case.

I grab my phone and text Jay.

Cassie: I'm leaving my phone inside so someone YOU don't ruin my chance of getting a kiss and plus Noah said no phones today.

Jay: no phones okay but as soon as you can you better tell me everything or I'll drive by if I don't hear from you at four.

Cassie: DON'T YOU DARE JAYSON ALEXANDER!

Jay: use protection 😏

Cassie: goodbye Jayson.

Jay: Bye Cassie 💋

Cassie: I'm ready for my lesson whenever you are 🤓

Noah: on my way over.

I head downstairs and grab two waters, bringing them outside for us. I see Noah boarding up in a black hat that he's wearing backwards, a grey T-shirt and black cutoffs that are rolled a little at the knee and his black skater shoes. He sees me sitting on the front steps and smiles.

"Hi." He says once he's closer.

"Hi. I got us waters."

"Thanks." He walks up the stairs and takes one, opening it and taking a drink. "No speeding today," he jokes and smiles.

"No speeding, got it and my phone is inside."

"I brought mine just in case but I'm gonna leave it up here with the waters."

I stand up and walk down the stairs to his skateboard. I center my self and start skateboarding down the street. I go slow while Noah walks down the stairs.

He comes down to the street and watches me for a little, "looks like you're doing good. Have you secretly been practicing since yesterday?"

"I plead the fifth."

"Cassie!"

"I'm joking Noah, calm down. I'm just taking slow like you said."

He comes up beside me and runs along side me. I kick harder and start going faster than he's running.

"Noah!"

He starts running faster and laughs. "Stop kicking before you crash."

I put my foot on the skateboard and watch Noah still running beside me. The skateboard slows down and I start laughing. "You get the workout today."

"I should have dressed differently then."

I laugh and hop of the board when it comes to a stop. "Can we both ride on it?"

"Maybe if you stay still and not move."

"I'll try."

I get on the board and look at him. He moves on in front of me and puts one foot on the board and starts kicking. I grab his shirt and hold on as we start going faster.

We ride around for a few minutes before he says he needs a drink. We pull back up at my house and he runs up the stairs and grabs his phone and our waters.

I sit down on the board and look up at him, he hands me the water. "Thanks."

"No problem."

"What made you wanna try boarding?" He asks and sits down on the curb as I still sit on his board.

"Looked like it was easy, well what I'm doing, not the tricks."

"Yeah, you're nowhere near tricks."

"Yeah I'll stick to kicking."

Noah gets up off the curb, comes over and stands in front of me. He places his legs on the outside of mine and looks down at me. "Can I tell you a secret?"

I nod and look up at him.

"I've been dying to kiss you since yesterday."

I blush and bite my lip.

He looks from my eyes to my lips then to my eyes again. He bends down a little and kisses me softly on the lips. I pull his shirt down a little pulling him closer, causing him to smirk in the kiss.

I let go of his shirt and he pulls away from the kiss.

"Whoa," He says.

"Whoa." I say looking up at him.

"Whoa," He says again and looks at me, he holds out his hand and I intertwined mine with his and he helps me up. He wraps his arms around my waist and smiles. "Definitely worth the wait."

"Shut up and kiss me," I say and he smirks.

He leans down a little and connects our lips again. I put my arms around his waist. He brings his hand up to my cheek and traces my heart. He pulls away slightly and looks at me, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

I bite my lip and whisper, "yes."

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